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olivyh · 2 years ago

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Does nobody in this house knock?

A/N: I've had this idea in mind for a while, and I've been on an Obey Me kick recently- I love these boys so much and they're so fun to write for (although consistently including six/seven people in one story is a bit of a challenge). This is supposed to be read as platonic but could go either way tbh. GN mc as always loves <3

Slight TW: For nudity (nothing serious really happens MC is just taking a bath and the brothers don't know what privacy is)

The House of Lamentation had its ups and downs- of course, the place was massive, which came with a plethora of spaces to crawl into if you wanted a moment of silence or needed a pretty room to study in. The kitchen was just as spacious- you were sure you couldn't use up all the counter space if you wanted to. The architecture was gorgeous and you could stare at the paintings that littered the halls all day (you wouldn't dare, though, after being told that some of them dislike the attention and could curse you if you stare for too long). Similarly, your room was one of your favorite spots in the house (along with Asmo's bathroom, which you were one of the lucky few to get the privilege of using when he wasn't having one of his frequent spa days. You also enjoyed wandering around the mansion (which, sadly, you were banned from doing after getting lost in one of the never-ending hallways and ending up deep underground, leading you to tearfully call Mammon and a house-wide scramble to find you before another one of Levi's rogue pets did).

The downs were, naturally, the lack of private time. Despite how big the house was, everywhere you went one of the brothers seemed to conveniently be heading in that same direction or even already in that room. Did you want a snack in the kitchen? Beel was three steps ahead of you, and already inviting you out to Madam Screams after he cleans out the fridge. Need to study in the library? Satan just so happened to be going there as well (did he not have enough in his room? You thought almost bitterly at the loss of your time). Wanted to nap in the planetarium? You trip over a passed-out Belphie (why was he sleeping in the doorway?) and end up with a bloody nose from the impact. Wanted to sit in the common room? Levi was already there, playing Devil Cart on what looked like the Devildom's version of a switch with Mammon. If you wanted to study at the dining room table, Asmo would find you and all but drag you to his room for an impromptu game of dress-up. You'd thought going to the eldest would at least leave you alone, opting to study in his office until he'd corrected you on your posture and the way your shirt was hanging loosely off one shoulder more than the other every time, occasionally asking you questions relating to your work and not-so-subtly correcting every wrong answer you'd made (even if you never fully finished the problem).

The brothers, however, knew that one time of the week was off limits- Saturday nights. You would often slip away and claim the shared bathroom for hours at a time, lighting candles and filling the bath until it was just high enough for you to soak up to your shoulders in. Of course, this was met with very little resistance (especially considering that all seven brothers somehow shared one bathroom with one toilet, which always baffled you. Though, you were certain that Lucifer had one of his own and was neglecting to let the others know). It never clashed with the nights Beel would come back from the gym in desperate need of a shower, or the nights Asmo would stumble back to the house covered in lipstick stains and reeking cheap perfume, or when Mammon would return covered head-to-toe in mud from walking Cerberus. You needed your time, you had told them. And they'd obliged. So, you'd set up a small routine to relax.

Which was exactly what you were doing. You slip out of your silk robe (gifted by Asmo, naturally) and take a step onto the stool. The shared bathtub was absolutely massive, and you had to shyly ask Lucifer if he had a stool you could use just so you didn't have to climb into the damned thing the first week here. At a distance, it looked normal until... you stepped closer and realized that it wasn't. Although, you supposed it made sense considering how large the brothers were, especially Beel. It was hard picturing him fitting into a normal-sized tub, especially remembering that he struggled to submerge himself fully in the one they already had. Chuckling to yourself, you gingerly lowered yourself into the warm water with a sigh as you feel the pressures of the day melt away into the bubbly water.

The candlelight is the only thing illuminating the room, and the soft sounds of the water splashing against the side of the tub is nearly enough to lull you to a soft sleep if you'd decided to give in to the temptation. The brothers seem to be quieter than usual as well tonight, as you would normally hear some kind of yelling while bathed in the silence of the bathroom. You gently kick your feet in the water and watch as the ripple shines in the gentle candlelight.

The water in the Devildom had shocked you with its opalescent gleam the first time you'd seen it, worried about drinking it. It had reminded you of the colorful outline left from oil slicks in puddles after it would rain. You were relieved to learn that it wasn't toxic, now basking in the slight glow that it gave your skin and the way it soothed any aches that you had.

It was the perfect night, but you'd regretted not grabbing a snack to keep with you, or a glass of Demonus to drink while you soaked (even though you wouldn't get drunk and it tasted more like a spicy grape juice, you still felt fancy).

"Oh my stars, hon, you would never guess what happened!" You're shaken out of your thoughts as Asmo's shrill voice rings through the open doorway He makes his way over to the bath, pulling up the chair that sat in the corner of the room and you try to hide your growing annoyance. He leans over the edge of the tub, teasing his fingers in the water and playing with the bubbles. "So I was at the Fall, right-"

"Asmo," You say, a quiet warning.

"And he really thought he could get away with trying to get between me and this other guy! Like, how dumb could you be? So anyways I turned to him and-"

"Asmo!" The demon pouts, folding his arms on the warm porcelain and resting his head on them, looking up at you through thick eyelashes. "I'm naked."

"I'm aware," He huffs, pursing his lips. "I've seen you bare before, love. Even if I hadn't, your body is not unappealing." He winks and you feel your face heat up. "So back to what I was saying-"

"MC!" Another shout and you groan, sinking deeper into the bath. "You're never gonna guess what I just did! I won the horse races! Highest bet, baby!" Mammon pumps his fist in the air as he beams, mussed hair likely from nervously running his hands through it.

"You're interrupting my story, you ass!" Asmo shouts.

"This is more important than your dumb story, drama queen!"

"Mammon!" You grumble. "Bathing?" He doesn't seem to hear you, though, as he continues to pace around the room, recalling every small detail about the race. His keychain clicks against the chains that loop from his belt, the clinking ringing through the room and grating on your nerves even more. Asmo continues to mindlessly play with the bubbles, even raising a soft hand to place a small crown of bubbles atop your head. You take it as a quiet apology from the demon.

"I finally finished the book you'd asked me about-" Satan, as perceptive as he is, seems to understand your harsh glare from within the bath as he walks confidently through the open door (courtesy of Mammon and his excited forgetfulness). "And I'm aware that this is your time but I simply could not wait another moment-" He sits beside Asmo, nearly pushing the smaller man off the chair. The latter gasps dramatically, rounded lips forming a harsh 'o' shape as he holds his hand over his heart, offended as ever.

"Hey! I wasn't done yet!" Mammon huffs, crossing his arms and glaring at his younger brother.

"You are now," He sneers before slipping open his book, reading through various notes and post-its he left buried within the pages. "Now, this scene in particular really stuck with me, and I'd very much like to hear your thoughts on it. It's when the protagonist-"

"Mc," Another quiet, almost apologetic voice from the doorway. Beel stands, nearly taking up the entire entrance, with armfuls of chips as he empties a bag into his mouth and tosses it into the trash near the sink. "I felt like you were hungry, so I got you something to eat," He holds out another bag and you take it, sighing as you fumble to open it and dig in.

"Thanks, big guy," He hums before sitting cross-legged on the floor beside a still dejected Mammon, offering the older a bag as well. You don't have it in you to be annoyed at the gentle giant, and you were getting a little hungry, after all.

"Anyways, back to my story-" Asmo begins, filling up the silence.

"I didn't finish either," The second born growls through a mouthful of chips.

"Finish eating, and Asmo, you were here first, you did your time and now it's my turn-" Satan shuts both of them down.

"I wanna tell them about practice-" Beel interjects, moving on to another bag of chips. "I did a really cool move where-"

"Mc!" Another familiar voice joins the fray. "SoIwaswatchingthatshowyoutoldmeaboutandIthoughtitwasreallycoolandthere's-" Levi takes a gasping breath before continuing. "Areallyreallyreallycoolshowcaseonitinthehumanworldcomingupandweshoulddefinitelygo-"

"Levi, sweetheart, please breathe." You remind him, sinking deeper into the bath until it's just your eyes and nose peeking out from the surface of the water, glad that it muffles the sound a bit.

"We should definitely go and wear matching costumes like the main characters and it'll be really cool and I already have an idea on how to make the props and it'll take a bit of time but we can definitely get it done in time and-"

"Ignore him," Satan sighs. "Anyways, I believe this scene is incredible I mean, did you see the wording in the second to last paragraph? It was so emotional I could hardly believe that he was faking it the whole time and-"

"My love, I never finished telling my story!" Asmo whines, pulling at your knee, which escaped from the water and is exposed to the chill of the air from when you sunk down further. "So then we ordered some Demonus, you know, as you do, and then this song starts playing and he comes back, so Solomon and I look at each other- you know that one look we share sometimes?- yes, that one, so we look at each other and then-"

"Hey, with all the money I just got, we should go shopping, yeah?" Somehow, Mammon had snuck around to the other side of the tub and started pacing on that side, grinning to himself. "I'll spoil ya rotten, I swear. Where do ya wanna hit first? We could go to Majolish, or we could hit that designer store up in the human world ya were tellin' me about-"

Beel continues to sit in silence, but his loud crunching is nearly deafening with all the noise the brothers are making, each of them unwilling to stop talking and wait their turn.

"Mc-" A yawn. "Here you are-" Belphie stumbles, half-awake (and you weren't even sure of that, with how limbs moved ragdoll-like and the way his eyes were still closed.) "...was looking... everywhere..." He cuts himself with a snore before he falls forward and his stomach collides with the side of the tub, flipping over and landing in the water with you.

"Belphie!" You shriek, fumbling to simultaneously get as far away from the still-sleeping demon as possible while trying to save him and while also trying to cover yourself from the eyes of the men in the room.

"You're naked?!" Mammon screams, backing away until his back hits the wall.

"HUH?!" You hear Levi wail before a thud sounds through the room and, if Satan's snort is any sign, you were sure he'd definitely just passed out and was lying unconscious on the cold tile of the bathroom.

"Of course they're naked!" Asmo hums. "Who bathes with clothes on?"

"I don't care! Someone get Belphie out right fucking now!" You scramble up the side of the tub, feeling the rough fabric of his cardigan as he surfaces for air, still asleep as he hugs you as close to him as possible, burying his face- or what little you could see of it, with how his soaked hair conceals practically the entire thing- in the crook of your neck and wrapping his legs around your own (you grimace at the feeling of his wet sweatpants against you). Beel comes to your rescue as he attempts to pry his twin's arms off of you and apologizing every time his hands brush your exposed skin. Embarrassment heats your face as you try to squirm away, shouting at Mammon to grab you a towel as more and more water sloshes out of the tub, effectively soaking the pages of Satan's book and smearing some of Asmo's makeup. The former lets out an annoyed grumble as he curses the seventh for falling in and causing a scene in the first place while the latter gasps and rushes towards the mirror to assess the damages done, complaining about how perfectly his makeup was done today and now he was going to have to start all over-

Mammon rushes forward, towel in his extended arm as he slips on the spilled water with a yelp and sends himself flying into the tub as well, landing on top of Beel, who was still attempting to pry Belphie off of you. Beel, shocked by the impact, drops Belphie back onto you and is sent forward by Mammon's weight. Mammon follows close second, leaving you with three demons now in the tub as you try to shove all three off of you. It's difficult for them, as Beel is face-down in the water, his face wedged between your stomach and Belphies, with his legs bent awkwardly out of the tub and Mammon wedged between you and the wall, hands unable to find purchase as he's contorted and squished- not to mention that Belphie's legs had attempted to wrap tighter around your own and had successfully trapped Mammon's arm against your thigh and his face against the space between your shoulder blades, as well as further squishing his twin's face between the two of you. Both your hands are occupied with getting their heads out of the water so they could at least breathe, with two fistfuls of ginger locks and snow-white ones.

"Everyone out, NOW!" Lucifer's voice rings from the doorway and the room is silent once more. The eldest grabs Beel's collar and pulls him out of the tub, with a grumbling Belphie following close behind (finally awake from the shouting). Mammon follows soon after, skirting out of the room without needing to be asked twice, not concerned in the slightest about how soaked his designer jacket was as you were sure he was going to explode from how red his face was. Asmo and Satan follow close behind, with the fourth-born grabbing a still-unconscious Levi by the ankle and dragging him out of the room. You sigh and sink into what little is left of the water, resting your head against the edge of the tub.

"Thank you," You sigh. "That was a nightmare."

"Of course," The firstborn stands still for a moment, clearing his throat. "While I am here, I recently received the scores from the exam that you had taken last week-"

"Lucifer," You glare at the man, eye twitching in annoyance. "Out."

He sighs, turning on his heel and striding out the door, closing it behind him with a click. Finally, in silence, you try to relax once more.

The pounding of your heart doesn't allow it, though.

Neither do the bruises on your stomach from Beel's hard-as-a-rock forehead, or on your ribs from when Mammon had elbowed you in an attempt to flee, or the scratch on your back from when Beel had tried to separate Belphie from you only to find that the youngest was going to fight tooth and nail to continue your impromptu cuddle session and dug his bitten nails into your skin.

You laugh bitterly- something caught between an annoyed growl and a sob- and slam your fist uselessly against the porcelain.

You were going to get them back for this.

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smoft-demons · 11 months ago

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hey hey! I really like your writing :) I have a request for the brothers:

gn!mc who has trouble sleeping alone bc of nightmares. they can very rarely sleep but are great at hiding it, because they don’t want to bother anybody. they never notice because mc always sleeps fine during sleepovers??? until eventually the lack of sleep gets to them too much and it becomes too noticeable. how do they respond when mc (reluctantly) reveals the truth?

thank you and have a lovely day ❤️

Good prompt! I like this one :)

(This one took a good few hours! Hope you like it!)

MC has nightmares when they sleep alone

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Lucifer:

‘…something’s amiss with our human.’ Lucifer thinks.

He’s been observing them lately. Since he cracked down on his brothers sneaking into their room at night—in order to give the poor human a break, so they may rest well and have time to study for the upcoming wave of tests—they’ve been… sluggish. More forgetful. Their assignments are coming back notably worse. He was irritated at first, but when he brought them into his office to confront them about it, he couldn’t ignore how�� off they seemed.

Lucifer sets his irritation with their slipping standards aside, in favour of concern. He is above petty reactions, he decides. No, he is reasonable enough to see that there must be a cause for this.

“MC. I did not call you here to berate you. I am not angry with you. Something is obviously wrong. Please, I cannot help you until you tell me what it is.”

You’re not sure if it’s the jarringly unmasked concern in his eyes, or the rising feeling of guilt for stressing him out more than usual that finally cracks your resolve.

Whatever it is, you confide in him. You tell him that you’ve not been sleeping well. He pries the reason out of you, by pointing out his observations about the timing.

Begrudgingly, you admit to having nightmares when you try to sleep alone.

Outwardly, he remains businesslike and practical as always. In his mind, he’s facepalming. In retrospect, the signs are all there! How did he not notice??

He feels just a bit sorry, too. In his attempt to help you, he directly made everything worse. What a great job he’s done…

Then he snaps out of it and steels himself. There’s no use dwelling on that! He can fix this. Very, very easily!

“I see. Then, sleep in my room tonight. I will ensure no nightmares bother you. Once you’ve recovered enough to learn again, I will help you bring your grades back up to your usual standard. Is this satisfactory?”

He refuses to hear any guilt from you about imposing, or taking up his time, or being a burden.

“I am choosing to carry you, MC. There’s no burden.”

From that point on, you’re always welcome in his bed. On the rare occasion that he isn’t home and none of his brothers can sleep over with you, he lends you his coat to sleep under. The familiar scent of him that clings to it is better than nothing.

_______

Mammon:

…Okay, at this point, he HAS to pry. Mammon is one of the first to notice that you’ve not exactly been well lately. You’re being unusually scatterbrained, clumsy, and spacey. You don’t have any energy. It’s obvious to him that there’s a sleep issue! He’s more observant than he looks, ya know!

Now that he thinks of it, these traits are not THAT out of character for you. They’re not usually this bad though!

…shit, does that mean you’re usually sleep deprived? That’s not good. Well! You’re HIS human, and he loves you lots and takes your well being very seriously, as much as he hates to say it out loud. So, he commits himself to figuring this out!

Evening comes. Mammon follows you into the hall leading towards your room. You bash your hip against a wall corner and almost fall to the floor as you dizzily stumble, trying to catch yourself. Mammon grabs you to steady you. Yeah, at this point he has to pry.

“Be careful, human! Seriously, you’d break all your lil toothpick bones without the great Mammon around to protect ya! What’s up with that, huh?”

You trust him of course, but… you’re embarrassed. You don’t want to tell him.

He clicks his tongue impatiently. You don’t say anything. He grabs you by the shoulders and steers you into his room. He pushes you down to sit on his bed.

“C’mon, MC. Talk to me. Your first man is here to help!”

“…”

“…please?”

Now, that… almost does it. You feel bad for being stubborn. You know he’s worried, and chaotic as he can be, he’s proven himself as a very good guardian demon time and time again. You take a deep breath, gathering your resolve.

You take just a bit too long. Mammon groans.

“I’m very annoying, yknow. I’ll get it outta ya somehow!”

Mammon pokes your cheeks, gently shakes you, tugs lightly at your hair, as he demands that you talk to him.

“Tell me, tell me tell me tell me tell me, c’mooooon humaaan, tell me!”

‘Oh, fucking fine!’ You think. You confide in him.

He’s mildly tempted to be like, ‘was that really so hard,’ but he won’t. He’s far more concerned than annoyed with you. He feels bad about all the super late nights out he’s been having lately. He wants to always be there for you! Him having missed something like this has him mentally kicking his own ass.

Mammon puts all that aside for now, though. He roots around in a drawer to get two pairs of his old, worn and comfy sweatpants, plus an old tshirt, faded and worn soft from use. He throws the shirt and one of the sweatpants at you

“Go brush your teeth and change, then come right back. We’re having an early night.”

When you return, he locks his door, then puts you back in his bed. He’s changed into the other pair of sweatpants. Mammon wraps himself around you as much as he can, as if to bodily shield you from the nightmares, then pulls his blanket over both of you.

“Sleep, human. No nightmares’ll DARE mess with you now. Not while I’m here. I’ll protect ya.”

Having him so close to you feels like home. Nothing else has ever felt so safe. You sleep deeply, for hours longer than you have in a while.

(Mammon is never letting you sleep alone again)

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Levi:

As much as Levi doesn’t want to bother you, he’s getting worried. You’re performing WAY worse at your video games than usual! You’re missing so many inputs! He knows your usual skill level, this game should be a relaxing walk in the park for you! He’s too worried to even make fun of you!

“Ok, that’s it! I can’t take it anymore! What happened to you, normie?? Are you sick?? Do you… not want to play with me? What’s happening??”

He’s worked himself into a panic. You know he’s sensitive enough right now to take it personally if you don’t confide in him. So fine! You’ll talk!

You’ll talk… auuugh, you can’t get the words out! You’re too self conscious about it. Fuck it. You take your DDD out of your pocket and send him a text.

>not been sleeping well. Nightmares. So tired, can’t pretend anymore! >:( Nothing personal, promise!

Levi reads the text. He chews the inside of his cheek for a long moment, thinking. Then he snaps to attention, looking at you with intense determination.

“We can’t have that! I need my player two in optimal condition! There’s no other way for us to win at any games!”

Levi resorts to his old faithful: relaxing slice of life anime! He makes a big pile of pillows and blankets on the floor, arranging them into an MC-and-Levi sized nest. It’s late enough into the evening that it’s reasonable enough to try to put you to sleep.

If just the anime and the blankets and the being in his room isn’t enough to knock you out, he’ll shyly inch over to you to hold your hand. Blushing and looking away from you because he’s shy, but he’ll do it.

If you ask him—or just look sad and cute enough—he’ll even curl up behind you in the blanket-nest and hold you. Levi won’t have ANYTHING hurting his Henry, not if he can do anything about it!

He doesn’t mind holding you all night like this. The fact that you’re asleep helps, he’s not shy when you’re not perceiving him. The anime he’s still watching is helping too. It’s a good distraction.

_______

Satan:

As soon as he started to get the feeling something was wrong with you, he began watching you intently. He’s sharp, so he would have caught this very early on.

He can’t help but have a little fun with this investigation at first, thinking of it as detective work.

Soon though, he gets concerned. You’re irritable, you’re not retaining information or remembering small things as well, you’re clumsier and less generally aware… all dangerous things to be in this realm.

He doesn’t need you to tell him what’s wrong. He puts it together himself. He knows you sleep just fine with him, he knows you seem well rested after sleepovers with any of his brothers too. Clearly it’s not general insomnia. He also knows that the usual frequent sleepovers haven’t been happening for a while now.

When he confronts you, he doesn’t start with asking questions. He lays out all the evidence he’s collected and states his guesses as to the cause.

He tells you he has concluded it’s most likely to be any of these causes: loneliness, separation anxiety, touch deprivation, nightmares, stress-induced insomnia. He asks you to tell him which it is, if it’s more than one, if it’s something else?

He’s so clinical about it, you pretty much forget to be self conscious. All you have to do is confirm that it’s nightmares and they only happen when you sleep alone.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he says, regardless of how little you’ve actually told him. “You’re more than welcome to sleep over with me any time. You don’t even have to ask. Just tell me that you’re sleeping over.”

That evening, he leads you into his room. He lies on his back, book in hand, and beckons you to lie on top of him.

He guides your head to rest in the crook of his neck. He balances his book against your shoulders, holding it with one hand. The other wraps around your waist, his thumb rubbing your side soothingly, and he begins to read aloud to you.

His voice and his warmth soothe you to sleep. Not a single nightmare dares touch you.

Asmo:

The first thing Asmo notices is the darkened circles under your eyes.

“Oh, my darling! Your skin!” He gasps, genuinely horrified. “Come, we can do better than that. Let your Asmo take care of you~”

As he often does, Asmo brings you to his room for a spa day. Evening. Night. It’s late.

He smooths moisturizer into your skin, using all the appropriate human-safe products for revitalizing you when you’re tired. He gets a helpful mask on you, then one for him too. As you wait for it to dry, he asks you what’s up.

“Can’t sleep, lovely? You know, if you’re restless I can always tire you out~”

You roll your eyes and elbow him lightly. You expected nothing less from Asmo. Knowing him as well as you do, it’s more endearing than bothersome. You know he’s showing you that he cares.

“Offer’s always open, darling!” He giggles. “But, is there anything else I could do for you? Need to get something off your chest? Or just some good company, hmm?”

Asmo’s really sweet. It’s easy to open up to him—or, as easy as opening up gets. He massages your hand in silence as you gather your resolve to confide in him.

He listens sympathetically. Nodding and humming encouragingly at all the right points as you speak. Squeezing your hand when you need support. Just… being the emotionally intelligent sweetheart that Asmo always is with you.

“You’re welcome to sleep here, love. Nothing you don’t want will happen, of course. Now, let me wash that mask off you, then we can snuggle if you like.”

He washes off the mask, touching you very tenderly as he does. He takes his time gently washing the product off your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb affectionately. He gives you a little forehead kiss when your face is clean as his thanks for trusting him.

He lets you lead on how much contact you want. He really just wants to help. He’s happiest if you choose to cuddle with him, but he’s totally chill with just holding your hand, or even just lying next to you. He’s awesome like that.

No matter what you choose, the familiar perfume of Asmo’s room and the reassuring rhythm of his breathing lulls you to sleep. It feels safe.

You sleep really well. Asmo really is the best.

Beel:

Beel understands nightmares. He gets them too. He spots the signs easily, familiar as they are to him.

All he has to do is spot the haunted look in your eyes when he sees you before breakfast. Very distracted he usually is at that time, yes, but he loves you. He pays attention to you. He notices it pretty quick.

He can’t help but wonder why you haven’t approached him about it. Hasn’t he demonstrated to you that nightmares in particular are a thing he’s safe for you to confide in about? He’s not going to take it personally, but he IS going to worry.

He keeps an ear trained on your room whenever he goes into the kitchen at night. Carefully listening for any signs of distress.

After a few nights of this, he gives into his impulse and goes to check on you after his midnight snack. He brings you something he knows you like.

He’s not surprised to find you awake.

“Hey.” He says through a mouthful of his own food. “Want a snack?” He comes in to put it in your hands as soon as you acknowledge him.

The two of you eat together, sitting quietly on your bed side by side. Beel’s careful not to drop any crumbs.

You remain quiet even after all traces of snacks are eliminated.

“Nightmares?” Beel asks gently, looking at you with those irresistible soft worried puppy eyes he does. You can’t lie to him. You’re not a monster!

You nod. He hums sympathetically, looking genuinely saddened on your behalf. He gets it.

“Want a hug?” He offers

You press yourself into his side. He wraps one very big arm around you, and you melt into him like warm mozzarella. His solid presence is reassuring. You feel so safe with him. You’re already starting to drift as he rubs your shoulder with one large thumb.

“Would it help if I stay?” Beel murmurs to you.

You nod again.

So Beel picks you up, settling himself in your bed with you and arranging you comfortably in his arms.

He starts softly stroking your hair. Trying to help you relax more.

“Thanks for letting me help you.” Beel says earnestly. It’s obvious that he really means it. He’s grateful you’re trusting him with this. He’s very happy that you’re accepting his comfort, because he wants nothing more than to help you and protect you.

He’s good at that. Being comforting. Helpful and protective—that’s Beel.

You drift off peacefully, with nothing on your mind except the sleep-blurred sentiment of feeling grateful for him, too.

Belphie:

Without question, Belphie is the first one to notice that you’re having nightmares. Sleep is his main thing!

You only get to have one bad night before he steps in. He drags you up to the attic to nap with you right after school. No nightmares happen, of course, because you’re not sleeping alone. Belphie congratulates himself on a job well done!

…wait. Again?? He finds himself aware that you’re having another nightmare that night, hours later when you’re trying to sleep by yourself. Fuck sake.

He goes to your room. You snap awake at the disturbance. Without a word, he pours himself into your bed, draping across you like a clingy cat and going right back to sleep.

Bit rude. But this is helpful. You go back to sleep too, and have no nightmares. Good job, Belphie.

Then the next night, it happens again!! Mildly vexed at the persistent issue, he does the same thing as last night.

The next evening, he doesn’t let you go to bed alone to begin with. He goes with you, staying just aware enough that he can snipe your nightmares before they get a chance to terrorize you—but… none happen? Huh. Wild. Okay.

The next night, he finally asks you what the deal is. You hesitate to tell him. Belphie has no qualms about annoying the information out of you, if his initial blunt concern isn’t enough to get you to talk. If you don’t crack, he’ll try tickling you until you talk to him. If you STILL don’t crack, he’ll sic Beel and his concerned puppy eyes on you. No one can resist Beel’s concerned puppy eyes. Especially not when it’s BOTH twins looking at you like that!

Resistance is futile. You reluctantly tell him that you have nightmares only when you sleep alone.

He mentally slaps himself. Obviously!

He was prepared to use any of his avatar of sloth abilities necessary to cure you of your nightmares—and he still is—but he’s happy (and secretly endeared) to learn that the cure is nothing more than his presence. Less work for him! Less work, AND a good excuse to steal you away for naps all the time! Two of his favourite things!

Belphie is never letting you sleep alone again. No, you’ll either be together in your room, together in his and Beel’s room, or together in the attic.

He’ll make an exception for sleepovers with his other brothers too if you miss them. You’re so lucky he loves you.

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sly-charm · 1 year ago

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Obey me characters protecting your drink at a party

Doesn't let anyone get close to your drink.

Mammon | Asmo | Mephistopheles | Thirteen

Holds it close to him and covers the top.

No one dares to come close to your drink if he's the one holding it.

Lucifer | Diavolo | Solomon

Too young to be near alcohol

Luke

Drinks it

Beel

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curatoroffiction · 11 months ago

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Seductive Speechcraft Midterms: Part 4

Summary:

It's Belphegor's turn to attempt to vie for your soul in the setting of an exam. His attempt is very different from the ones you've encountered so far.

Warnings: - Unreality tag for this one. Belphegor's magic messes with the reader's mind and alters their perception of reality ----- Previous Chapters: - Intro Chapter - Satan's Seduction - Mammon's Magnetism -----

Belphegor's Beguilement:

You don't end up going back into the exams until the next day. When you originally came back from your lunch with Mammon, the teacher checked your energy levels and told you to take the rest of the day off.

So when you come in today, you're fresh and ready, and once again excited to be here.

You have no idea who'll come through that door, but you've brought your collection of props again. The proctor assessing your performance in this exam motions for you to get ready for the first exam taker of the day, and to let her know when you're ready.

You reach into your bag of persona prompts and you pull out "Busy". Okay, you can work with that. You grab your laptop and set it up on the table and you pull up a game to play. You have headphones that you connect and use to immerse yourself. Whoever is coming in will be testing on hardmode. You motion to the teacher that they can send in the first student, and you begin playing.

The game you've chosen is an open-world RPG, so you're following quests and collecting goods and unlocking story lore.

You almost forget that you're in the middle of an exam, until you smell the soft scent of warm melon and honey. A scent you're most familiar with from the youngest of the brothers. He moves to sit beside you, and you can see that he's brought his own book.

He's planning to ignore you?

Well that's fine. You're pretending you're a busy person.

You choose to ignore him right back. You're playing a particularly difficult questline. Given that this is a game you've played a lot, and you're actually invested in the plot, it's not hard for you to ignore him. Especially given that you're wearing your headphones.

You gently yawn. Despite it being the first exam of the day, and having had caffeine just beforehand, you feel the gentle lull of every warm delight of slumber tugging at your mind. Ah, so this is his impact. Interesting.

You're a little interested, given that you've never really gotten to see Belphegor use his power in an attempt to attract you and make you want to know more. Even when he was in the attic, it was less.. 'Dreamy' and more 'Nightmarish'. But you find yourself yawning again, and this time it feels like you're struggling to keep a straight thought towards your video game. You're distracted and thinking about Belphegor.

How is his power affecting you? You're not looking at him, you haven't looked him in the eye- It can't be his scent.. Can it?

Ahh.. Dammit.

It's definitely his scent. That's how he's invading your senses. You have to cut that off, or you'll find yourself lulled out of your work. You reach into your book bag at your feet and take out a small balm of vapo rub. You usually use it to help yourself when the air of Devildom is particularly horrible - But you know it'll work in this instance. You apply a small dab under your nose to replace the scent, and your senses are flooded with the thick scent of vapo rub.

And it's no surprise to you that you suddenly feel much more awake.

You put the balm back into your book bag, curious to see how he'll deal with your resourcefulness. You return to your game, and for a while, it seems like he's not even trying. No approach. No attempt to connect.

Is he capable of affecting you in other ways?

It's not until a little while later that he produces a small soft drink and slides it across the table to you. You pause your game and look up to see the can. You glance up to him and see that he's looking to his book as he wordlessly offers you the drink.

"... Are you offering that to me?"

"Sure. You look like you could use some refreshment."

You pick up the drink, looking it over. It's a can, unopened. There's no reason to believe that it's what poses the danger here. You look him over once and pause, but you can't find a reason that a typical human wouldn't accept aside from preference. Right now, he's coming across as a gentle stranger.

You decide to take the drink, cracking it open and taking only a sip, just to test the waters.

When you do, you expect for him to ask something about it. Or maybe to follow up and see if you're responding to his influence yet.. But he just continues to passively read his book. You expect to feel his power ebbing at the edges of your mind - You expect for yourself to be overwhelmed by drinking the drink.. But nothing comes.

You feel as in control of yourself as ever.

You return to your game, once again refocusing yourself. You're meant to be busy. The game takes you into a small village where you have to use your character's senses to solve a mystery- And you can still give it your whole attention. Still, in the quiet moments, when the work is mindless and you're killing monsters that are attacking you, you can't help but to feel the... Monotony of it all.

Your mind keeps coming back to Belphegor, who is sitting only a chair away from you.

You feel his voice dancing on your thoughts, and you feel drawn to look towards him. What is he reading? You only take a glance, but you quickly catch that it's a book about artificery - Which piques some deep part of your mind that dances with the fancy of the unknown.

You realize at once that you're under his influence again, but how did he do it? His voice soothingly plays in your mind once again. 'You look like you could use a break' - But that's not what he said, right?

He knows exactly how to tantalize a human, how to play into their deepest desires. The demon of dreams. He can tell when he's got your interest piqued, and he'll make you think every point of engagement is your own choice. How is he doing it?

Was it sound?

You're not sure, because as soon as you disengaged, all you can hear in your mind is the sound of your game.

If that was his influence, did you break it, or did he release you?

It's driving you a little nuts that you can't tell the difference. Mammon's influence was easy to see because he was trying to impress - But.. Belphegor's playing a much longer game. A much slower game. The avatar of sloth. He can afford to wait.

You can hear through your headset as he opens himself a drink, sipping it as he reads. You feel a yearning tugging at your chest, wanting to engage. He seems so gentle and easy to approach. You want to ask about his book. You want to know about his interests. You want to hear his gentle, warm voice envelop you with every answer. What's wild is that it feels so.. organic. Like he's a stranger passing you on a rare chance, and you can take it.

And unlike some demons' influences, you're not feeling fear when you tell yourself not to engage. You feel regret, but it's like the soft regret you feel when you want to tell a stranger that they look nice, but you're too shy to get it out. It doesn't feel like you're being pulled by strings.

You decide to break the silence and engage with him to see where it goes. A typical human would engage. You pause your game and look to the demon. ".. Do I know you?"

He pauses in his reading, glancing to you as though surprised that you're engaging with him. He makes it seem so natural. He really does make it feel like you're the one approaching him. "Hmn? I'm sorry, I was really deep in my book. Can you repeat that?" He grins sheepishly, his hand holding the book resting in his lap as he gives you all of his warm attention. You feel shy, warm, as though you're basking in the soft glow of the embers of a campfire.

"... I was asking if I knew you." You feel almost embarrassed that you ask again. You find yourself yearning to make a good impression. Like you need to match his energy.

"Oh, no. Sorry if I confused you. I always bring extra drinks for the people around me. You looked busy, so, I figured you could use one." His smile is so warm and organic. Like he thinks your misunderstanding is funny, but in an endearing way. Wait. Your misunderstanding?

This isn't a misunderstanding.

He's really worming his way into your mind.

You have to disengage.

You turn back to your computer. "Ah, well.. Thank you."

"No problem." He's back to reading his book. It's easy for him to disengage from you. There's no pressure from him. You feel no pressure. The only pressure you really feel is the pressure to reach out. You want to reach out. You want to ask more. You want to know more...

But you keep disengaging.

He turns the page, and you can hear it through your headphones. Even when you're disengaging, you can hear it, and feel it, and each turn of the page, however slow, however long it takes... It anchors you back to him. You get lost in your game, but soon enough, the turning of the page comes through once again. It's not invasive. It's almost exciting. You almost look forward to the sound of the turning of the page as you try to lose yourself in the escapism of the game.

Soon enough, you find yourself slowly.. bored. The plots of the game are too.. Overdone. You've played RPGs before. Fight the monsters, collect the treasure, learn the lore.. But even learning the lore seems so.. Unattractive in this moment.

He turns the page, and your mind sparks with excitement. He's interesting. He's an unknown. You have no idea who he is, and yet, he seems so.. Inviting. And what of artificery? Is it a real study? Is it a fiction book that he's playing with? Who's the author? You feel like you want to know more.

You've forgotten what artificery even is.

You've forgotten who he is.

You've forgotten that this isn't real.

All that's real is this moment, and it's a chance to get to explore something magical.. Magic doesn't exist. You know that there is no magic in this world. You have no magic.

You look to your game and you feel like you're just busying yourself with escapism - But he could be a real escape from the monotony of the world around you.

You hear the distant scribbling of the proctor's notes as they watch, and it brings you back to the moment.

You know that magic is real, and that it's real because you're not in your world anymore. Artificery is your biggest passion. You're a leading mage in the field.

How did he make you think it wasn't real? How did he revert you back to a time when it wasn't real to you?

And wait, you know him. This is Belphegor.

In this brief moment of clarity where you can remember who you are and what's going on, you remember you need to stop this. You have to completely disengage. If you don't, you'll lose this. You close out of your game and close your laptop and begin getting up to leave. As you leave, you hear him call after you - "Hey, do you want your drink?"

And you look back to him reflexively, your guard being completely down as you catch a dooming glimpse of his eyes. His violet eyes soothe your soul, gently beckoning you to come back, to sit with him in this escape. He can take you to places you've never thought could exist. He can make every dream you've ever had feel insignificant with the excitement he can bring to your life.

This is a chance.

No.

This is a choice.

You gently wave your hand. ".. No, thank you." and break eye-contact, walking out of the scene.

When you reach the wall, you lean against it, the pressure of his influence still making your heart yearn - Because his influence, though he's ended it, was tugging at your deepest dreams and desires. He stoked a flame inside you and made you want to know more. You feel like you missed out, even though the scene is over.

Seeing you lean against the wall, he breaks character to check in on you. "Hey, ___, are you okay?"

"Yeah, that was just.. intense. Still is." You look up to him and see his concern. But what you don't see is his thought process.

So when he says "I'm sorry, I tried really hard not to push it, and to not use too much of my influence on you. I didn't want to remind you of when I-..." He cuts himself off, sheepish at his own faults, worried that he's hurt you.

".... That was you PULLING your power??" Your exclamation surprises him and he is visibly startled. You begin laughing as your previous emotions bubble away. "God.. It's no wonder I'm still feeling like I missed out. You made it so real, and SO organic, I thought it was all me - And I think it was."

The professor cuts in and motions for you two to come over for your assessments.

"You did an amazing job of discretely cutting off points of influence from Belphegor. This was absolutely an instance of him just knowing his power and strength well enough to keep finding new points of contact." She explains, looking over her notes.

You cut in - "How WAS he getting through? Was it the sound?"

"Yes, absolutely. Originally, he got through to you through the scent, then through sound, and something you didn't catch onto was that he got through to you through the drink."

"But the drink was closed and felt so.. Normal. I didn't get ANY whiff of magic off of it."

"Yes, but he wasn't just getting through to you with magic. He was toying with you by tantalizing your natural human curiosity. It was truly an amazing display of cunning and an in-depth understanding of humans and how their minds work." The proctor sounds genuinely impressed with Belphegor's performance in the exam.

"It really was." You nod in agreement. He absolutely would have gotten you if you hadn't been able to distract yourself and tether yourself back to reality with the teacher's distant sounds of scribbling. Honestly, it took a great amount of effort to pull yourself back from that. You grin to him, and see that he's visibly shy about your praise.

- ".. Thank you." He smiles softly, looking away.

The teacher motions to you. "Back to you, I'm especially proud that you avoided eye-contact. You're getting better at that. He definitely pulled some tricks out to get you to make eye-contact. If he weren't so good at helping humans bring their guards down-"

You can see how Belphegor's shy warmth shifts into embarrassed guilt as the teacher goes on about how great he is at manipulating humans. You clear your throat. "And my performance?" redirecting her focus away from him, so he doesn't have to listen to how good he was at manipulating you.

"Ah, yes, your performance was admirable. You held your own, you stealthily protected yourself, and you appropriately disengaged when it became apparent that you were outmatched. Can I ask, how did his influence feel?"

".. Ahhh.." You pause, glancing over to him. He seems to be cautiously watching you. "Well, it felt.. Real. Like he was a magical stranger in the sense of being someone who was exciting and new and charismatic without even trying. I found myself forgetting core details about myself, which I think was the height of his influence. He somehow made me forget artificery, even though it's something I love dearly and am very passionate about. He somehow made it feel like it was a dream he could show me existed. I have no idea how he did that, but.. Damn."

Belphegor looks away, feeling guilty that he even did that to you. Having gotten his feedback, he heads towards the door.

The teacher is ecstatic though. She gives you both high marks for the occasion. She's about to tell you to get ready for the next one when you go "I'm gonna need a breather after that one. To get my head straight, if that's okay."

"Oh, absolutely. Please, take your time. Return soon though, we do have others waiting."

You follow Belphegor out of the room. He pauses and turns to see you.

And for a moment, you're both quiet.

"... Are you okay?" You ask, worried that he's shutting down.

He nods. "... Are you?"

You nod, giving him a gentle smile.

He feels embarrassed that you're checking in on him. "..."

"Do you wanna hang out later? I'll be pretty exhausted after the exams, and I'll definitely need someone to help me wind down."

"... Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I still feel safe with you."

He looks away, extra embarrassed, but he holds his arms out for you. You close the distance and warmly hug him, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He hugs you back, and you can hear how he decompresses into you, his exhale sounding like he was holding a lot inside. You two stand like this for a long moment, soaking in the comfort of each other's arms, and the safety you've built with each other.

You take as long as you need to recover from this one, and he does too. ----- If you like my writing and wanna check out other works I've done, check out my Masterlist/Rules I write pieces like this and more on my AO3 too!

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twice-in-a-blue-moon · 2 years ago

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How would the brothers react to an s/o having a sperm allergy?

Its not fatal btw, just imagine trying to jerk off with a tampon for 10 minutes. I have the pleasure of having this rare allergy lol.

The Brothers Reacting to Their S/O Who Has a Sperm Allergy

Brothers x GN! reader

AN: Have my poorly made meme, it came to mind while I wrote this. :D Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Thanks for requesting!

Warnings: No smut, maybe a little suggestive, but not really...

Minors DNI!

Lucifer

You’ve got nothing to worry about, he’s very sympathetic to your allergy.

Lucifer will be taking every precaution to prevent you from being harmed by his semen.

He will always wear protection.

He keeps condoms in his desk drawers, his nightstand, and he’ll keep a few on him in the event things turn spicy elsewhere.

Mammon

Mammon takes the info like a champ, but he’s so scared of hurting you like that.

You’ll never have a shortage of condoms in the bedroom, he keeps them stocked like it’s his job.

He’d try to remember to bring at least one with him when you guys go out.

He wants to be prepared.

But if he does forget and you both are in the process of getting it on, he’ll make sure your needs are met and won’t get a single drop on you.

Leviathan

So nervous to hurt you once he finds out.

He worships the ground you walk on, if he were to hurt you with his sperm he’d never forgive himself.

Okay, so he’s a little dramatic.

You’ll probably have to reassure him when you guys are intimate.

He has a membership with Akuzon, so there will never be a time when he doesn’t have protection at the ready.

Satan

50/50 chance that he’s either come across this allergy through his countless books or didn’t even know that it was a thing.

Regardless, he’ll polish up on his research to make sure you are as comfortable as possible when you’re intimate.

He makes sure to keep ample protection in his room and yours.

Satan will take care of you if something should happen, condoms aren’t always effective. :/

Asmodeus

With his countless partners, I’m sure he’s been with someone who had the same allergy.

He knows how to make you both feel good that doesn’t involve you or his semen interacting.

Asmo will have protection, but he might ask to go without and just pull out every once in a while.

Only if you’re comfortable though, he’d never push you if you weren’t or didn’t want to.

Beelzebub

Beel’s glad you told him, now he can try to avoid unfortunate situations for your sake.

He’s extra careful and prepared.

He doesn’t mind using condoms, Beel’s just happy to have such intimate moments with you.

He just wants to make you feel safe and comfortable at all times around him.

Belphegor

“Huh, alright then.”

Understanding, he truly is, there’s just no need to make a big fuss about it.

Like Beel, he’s content just being able to be intimate with you, it gives him a sense of trust.

So he’ll get whatever you need to make you feel at ease when you two have sex.

Protection? Got it. Cuddles before and after sex? Got it. Hotel? Trivago.

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lightarin · 2 years ago

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Stay With Me

Content: Belphegor x GN!Reader; Reader is MC; Fluff; Belphie is off napping somewhere random

You practically run around the House of Lamentation, concern welling up the longer you search. A message about the sleepy seventh born gone missing had been sent, and now everyone had split up. A part of you knew, that there was probably nothing worry about. It was likely that he merely fell asleep in a new spot, rather than somehow finding himself in danger. Nonetheless, you joined in on the search, limited to the House of Lamentation, since the other brothers thought sending you out into Devildom alone would be too dangerous.

You let out a quiet sigh of frustration as you push open yet another door, wondering how the house had so many. Yes it was a large house, but this seemed ridiculous. What were the rooms even for? Your question goes unanswered as take in the room that seemed to be filled with random artifacts that had been accumulated over time. You're about close the door, biting back yet another sigh when you pause.

You heard something move.

You step into the room, gaze filled with curiosity and hope as you make your way through the seemingly unorganized piles of items. When you near the back of the room, the sounds of soft breathing reaches your ears. And that's all the confirmation you need. You've found him.

You let out a huff of relief at the sight of dark blue-gray hair with white tips covering one of his closed eyes. A smile graces your features at the peaceful expression on the seventh born's face. Unable to resist, you find yourself reaching out to brush your thumb against his cheek. Just as you're about to pull away, you feel his hand gently grasp your wrist. His eyes are still closed, but his lips curve into a sleepy smile. He already knows it's you.

"Stay with me. Please."

Despite the fact that his eyes are still closed, you nod, and sit down beside him. The hand that was once against his cheek was now being held by Belphegor, his fingers laced with yours as you lean against him. The search had worn you out more than you cared to admit, and as you listened to the sound of his steady breathing, you find your eyes drooping shut.

As you slowly drift off to sleep, you feel him press his cheek against your head, and shift to be in a more comfortable position. He was safe. The brief realization that you should let the others know drifts through your mind. But the comfort of Belphegor's warmth chases it away as a content smile graces your lips. They would figure it out soon enough. For now, you would enjoy this time with the youngest brother.

Unbeknownst to you, Belphegor is paying close attention to you. Even with his eyes closed, his committing all the details he can to memory. Your sweet scent, your comforting warmth, your steady breathing. All of it. He squeezes your hand ever so lightly, ensuring that he doesnt wake you up as he nuzzles your hair, determined to commit your scent to memory. He was happy that you were the one to find him. That you agreed to stay with him. For once, he wasn't scolded. For once, he wasn't left behind.

You had chosen him.

And that was all that mattered.

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anotherobeymeblog · 1 year ago

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You can be you (I mean, if you want)

An incredibly self-indulgent fic that stemmed from me reading the "Belphie Reflects" chat and thinking oh. Oh no that's me.

Synopsis: Ironically, it seems helping Belphegor to get up in the morning makes it easier for you to get up too.

GN!Reader, reader is implied to have chronic fatigue (but you could probably interpret it as a different chronic illness), morning fluff, very rambly

It was a strange feeling, to be sure, dating someone who slept in later than you did. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been the one to wake another in the morning, but it felt... kind of nice. Gently running your fingers through Belphie's hair, murmuring that it was time to wake up, smiling and offering sympathetic coos at his inevitable complaints. It was a comfortable routine that the two of you had fallen into.

Of course, it didn't start off so smoothly (nothing ever seemed to with Belphegor). You weren't surprised when he had texted you to say that he had overslept and was running late for the plans you had made. It was far from the first time, after all, and you had long since accepted it as part of the package deal that came with dating him. What did surprise you, though, were his rapid-fire texts apologizing and promising it wouldn't happen again, asking if you could forgive him. The familiarity of the situation made your stomach twist, though this time, you were on the opposite end of it than usual.

The box full of alarm clocks only made you roll your eyes. Belphie wasn't stupid. If the solution were that simple, he'd have figured it out a long time ago. So, instead of giving him the scolding he was doubtlessly expecting when he knocked on your door, you sat him down, gently squeezed his shaking hands, and asked what you could do to help him.

"Hey. Stop zoning out, you're supposed to be giving me attention," Belphegor's sleepy grumbling cut through your reverie. (As it turned out, having an incredibly bratty demon demanding morning kisses did a pretty good job of keeping you from drifting off again too. In spite of everything, it was a symbiotic relationship.)

"Hmph. I don't know why Satan complains about not being allowed a cat when you're practically one already." You propped yourself up on your elbow and smiled down at him. When you reached to wipe some sleep from Belphie's eyes, his own hand came up to hold yours against his cheek with that lovesick smile you knew would be replaced instantly with a scowl if you dared mention it. You'd just have to admire it in silence instead.

Belphegor yawned and turned his head slightly to press a kiss against the palm of your hand. "Well, if I'm a cat, that's all the more reason for you to take care of me, right?" He looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'll be your kitty if it means you'll carry me downstairs."

You laughed and withdrew your hand to flick his forehead, relishing his indignant yelp. "Only if you're okay with both of us collapsing on the ground as soon as you try to put your weight on me."

Belphie wrinkled his nose in distaste and shuffled forward to press his face into the crook of your neck. He let out a long, slow exhale and it took every ounce of your resolve not to just let him fall back asleep like that. It was completely unfair how cute he was.

"C'mon, Belphie, I just told you I can't carry you."

"Mmn... don't wanna go to RAD today..." he grumbled against you, and you couldn't entirely disagree.

"Well... in that case, why don't we just focus on going downstairs to get breakfast and some coffee? We can worry about school once you have some food in you." You pulled away just enough to be able to bend down and kiss him, and your heart fluttered when you felt his small smile against your lips.

"Hm... fine. But one more kiss first."

#obey me #obey me belphegor #gn reader #reader insert #obey me x reader #obey me belphie #fluff #fanfic

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downinthedevildom · 1 year ago

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Hello! Are you taking matchup requests? If yes, I'd like to send one in for Obey Me

I'll go by ⭐. My pronouns are she/her and I'm demisexual

Appearance: I am South Asian with long wavy black hair. Usually tie my hair in a half ponytail at the back because I like how it looks and I don't really like the feeling of hair on my shoulders. I am 165 cm tall and reasonably fit

Personality: I'm calm, collected and hardworking. I can be a bit aloof and arrogant sometimes, but I make sure it doesn't get out of hand. I am curious and perfectionistic, and I'm also pretty academically smart (though I sometimes struggle with impostor syndrome lol). The gifted kid burnout syndrome is catching up, though. People say I do have a bit of a cold facade, but once they get to know me, they say I'm much warmer and gentler than they initially thought. I care deeply for my friends and my family, so I'll do whatever I can for them. I do face a lot of pressures too from having to be the perfect oldest daughter, the therapist friend (despite psychology not being my major, more of a special interest) and from having to do well in school (as much as I enjoy engineering, it is kicking my ass low-key). It may not look like it, but I'm very much a romantic, but I'm more practical about it, if that makes any sense 😅😅

I often bake my closest friends and family a cake on their birthday with a silly message written on it. I also has a soft spot (special interest) for outer space and love to stargaze wherever the skies are clear. Don't know if this is important, but I do make some pretty mean South Asian food, if I do say so myself. My younger sister says that my Ras Malay especially slaps

Likes: Books, herbal tea, art, lofi hip-hop, video games, anime, drawing, spicy food, affogato, outer space, cats (tho I really like all animals)

Dislikes: Incompetence, unnecessary conflicts, bullies, fake friends dishonesty, cruelty, dog-eared book pages, anyone who dares threaten my family, loud noises, itchy fabrics, insects

Sorry this took a little while Nonnie⭐! Life got a little busy but here I am here to match you with!!!! *obnoxious drumroll*

Belphagor!

(Matched by Anon Angel 💜)

So, where to start? I think you and Belphie would get along well. The chill vibes with the Lofi- and the stars? Absolutely. Both of you would find time to relax in the conservatory behind the music room when life in the Devildom got a little too hectic, and well even together that wouldn't change. (bonus points for it being behind the music room so you can play some soft background music for mucho relaxed vibes)

Though you would probably get along super well with all the brothers, I think you would find your time around Belphie to be more grounding than the others' chaotic shenanigans. He would listen to you talk about the stars of the human world, (though it may lull him to sleep, not because he is bored but because your voice and presence are comforting and pleasant.) Or, he could even tell you the differences between your human stars and the endless night sky of the devildom.

Sure, he sleeps through most lessons and will dig at you for being such a straight-shooter student, but he will probably ask you for your notes over Satan or his other brothers. Partly because they are easy to understand and partly because it gives him more time to spend with you.

this really has little to do with the match but more bonus points so I'm going to add it here, you will never find any itchy fabrics anywhere around this boy, we all know he is the king of comfort! Only soft and pleasant fabrics here! Be that clothes, blankets or pillows he's got them all and if it means making you happy he would even share his favourite pillow with you. (though you may become his personal body pillow if you choose to nap with him.

I think Belphie would be there to help you break out of the mindset that you have to be the perfect, daughter, friend or student reminding you it's more than okay to just be yourself, take a break and let yourself mentally and emotionally recharge. He may be the youngest brother but he was still an older brother to Lilith after all, he can at least understand your burning desire to protect those you love and would be by your side to help you do so.

Honerable Mention : Barbatos

After talking over your ask for a while, Calla 💚and I agreed that the best butler in all of the Devildom would be a good match for you before deciding Belphie would be your main match so we made Barb your second choice/HM. Tea lovers? Check! We all know this man makes the best tea in all three realms. Not only that, he would also be calm and composed and help to keep you calm in return. He has his own elusive personality after all and it doesn't mean he's cold or heartless. Find yourself wandering off to the castle for some downtime from the chaos and just chill with Barb with some nice tea and a good, coherent conversation.

Hope you approve of the match dear!! Have a lovely day! MUAH! <£

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devildomcuties · 4 months ago

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Obey Me: Perfect Hands [Younger Demon Brothers]

🕷 pairing: younger demon brothers x gn!reader

🕷 genre: established relationship, 18+

🕷 summary: something about your demon’s hands drives you wild.

🕷 wc: 3k

🕷 warnings: pet names (kitten, love, pretty, cupcake, babe, moon), pillow humping, lots of finger sucking/fucking, biting, choking, mention of bruising, rimming, mirror sex, some manhandling, use of a silk tie as a blindfold briefly, use of a bullet vibrator, cum eating, masturbation (m), a little degradation, food mention

🕷 date: September 16, 2024

Satan

Satan sat on his bed with a thick book in his lap. You sat beside him, an open coloring book in front of you.

You had spelled his bedroom to keep out any unnecessary noise from his brothers, allowing your boyfriend to read in peace. Only important messages would get through, for example, if the house was on fire or Lord Diavolo called a meeting. Something of the sort.

Slowly, Satan turns the page, pausing to grab his kitten bookmark to mark his place.

“It’s so stuffy in here,” he complains as he takes his shirt off. He remains in a pair of green plaid pajama bottoms as he gets comfortable in his bed with his book resting on his chest.

You try not to drool over his physique but you’ve failed so far. You had tried to curve your attention away from Satan by coloring but all you had done was write your initials in little hearts on any blank space on the sheet in front of you.

It would only be a matter of time before Satan noticed.

Sighing, you focus on finishing the shading for the image in your book. You kick your legs back and forth as you hum quietly. You’ve taken an oversized tee from Satan’s closet to wear, opting for a relaxing day in bed but you won’t lie, you’ve become distracted by your boyfriend time and time again.

Today, it’s his dexterous fingers that get you going. How pretty his hands are, how delicious they look gripping the book while his intense gaze is focused on the tome in front of him. His veins become more noticeable as he holds the book with one strong hand, using the other to turn the page.

Satan appears oblivious as he reads the text, not noticing when you shut your coloring book and put it in a drawer with some of your belongings.

You watch Satan for a while, heat pooling in your abdomen as you watch him intently.

It’s not until you’re rocking your hips into a pillow, mewling softly that Satan looks up from his book. His brow is raised in question as he looks over at you, puzzled.

“S-sorry,” you stutter as you continue to grind on one of his pillows, unable to stop as flashes of last night hit you.

Satan’s fingers in your mouth as you drool on his sheets, his chest pressed to your back as he calls you his good kitten.

Satan smirks as he shuts his book, setting it aside for later. It is you that requires his attention now.

“Pretty kitten, just what do you think you’re doing?” He questions as he drums his fingers in front of you.

A whine escapes you as you meet his gaze for a split second before they focus on his lithe fingers once more.

Chuckling, Satan grabs your chin with one hand, making you look up at him.

“I asked you a question, kitten. Answer it,” he demands as he releases you.

You don’t cease your movements, only grind further into the pillow as Satan climbs off the bed to settle between your legs instead. He lifts your hips higher, adjusting the pillow under your hips to raise your angle.

“I don’t like being ignored, love,” he whispers as he presses his erection against your ass. You curse, moaning his name as he rubs himself against you.

Satan leans over you, his bare chest pressed to your back as he takes your lobe between his teeth. His hand wraps around your throat for a moment, your ass rubbing on his clothed cock, in hopes of tempting him to bury himself inside you.

“So needy,” Satan huffs a laugh as he releases your throat. He raises the cotton material of the shirt you’re wearing, easily discarding it on his bedroom floor. He’s not surprised to see you naked underneath as you seek some form of stimulation; either from him or his pillow.

Satan is slow with his movements. His hands rub down the length of your back before settling on your hips. He grips them tightly, nearly bruising them as he spreads you open and spits in your hole.

“Fuck, Satan,” you groan as your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel his tongue circling your entrance. You grip the sheets, your thighs trembling as Satan teases you with his tongue just to listen to the sweet cries that leave your pretty lips.

“It’d be so easy to slide my cock inside you, kitten. Make you drool on my fingers while I fuck you full. Do you want that?” Satan smirks as you cry out his name, nearly fucking yourself on his face in search of pleasure.

You snap your fingers and a mirror appears on the side of his bed, giving you a clear view of your boyfriend as his hands grip you to pull you closer. His gaze meets yours in the mirror, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he swirls his tongue around your hole to make you squirm.

You knew you were in for a long, long night.

Asmo

Asmo had done your nails on his livestream. He had painted his nails himself this morning but he wanted you to match him.

“Should we add hearts?” You ask once the livestream ends. You look at Asmo’s hands, trying not to drool over them as he takes your hand in his.

Asmo’s hands were smooth, perfectly manicured, and perfect for groping you.

“Hon, are you even paying attention to me?�� Asmo asks as he laces your fingers with his. “You weren’t, right?”

You shake your head, smiling bashfully. You avoid his intense gaze. Asmo giggles, he takes your hand and brings it to his lips.

“What’s got you so distracted, pretty?” Asmo asks as he gently grips your chin with his fingers. You lock eyes with him, biting your bottom lip. Asmo slowly releases your lip from your teeth, running his thumb over it afterward.

“This is mine to bite,” he murmurs as he presses his thumb to your lip. You eye him curiously as he leans forward to claim your lips with his. You kiss him back slowly at first, allowing him to deepen the kiss when his hands grip your face and his tongue meets yours.

Asmo moans when he tastes you, his teeth biting your bottom lip before he sucks it. You moan his name, grabbing his chest, clawing his skin as you fall back onto the mattress with him on top of you.

“Fiesty,” he chuckles as he leans over you, kissing your lips, cheeks, and jaw, then trails kisses to your neck.

“Asmo,” you moan his name in an angelic tone that makes his cock throb. He shuts his eyes, trying to hold himself back from devouring you whole.

“What is it, pretty? What do you need from me?” Asmo asks as he takes his shirt off. He kneels between your legs before he wraps his hand around your ankle to pull you toward him. You giggle when you’re dragged to the end of the bed.

His show of strength makes your blood run hot as he moves you to the edge of the bed. Asmo climbs off the bed with a teasing grin, grabbing a silk tie to wrap around your eyes while you wait.

“Perfect,” Asmo announces before he climbs onto the bed. The mattress dips beside you and then behind you as Asmo sits with his legs on either side of yours. He gently helps you out of your shirt, tossing it to the bedroom floor.

Asmo is careful as he undoes the silk blindfold, tossing it to the side. You’re surprised to see a mirror placed in front of the bed. Asmo is nonplused as he pulls you into his chest. His hands run up one arm and then the other. His lips plant kisses from one shoulder to the other while you watch in the mirror.

His beautiful hands explore every bit of your body available to him before he helps you out of your bottoms. Asmo licks his lips as he watches your chest rise and fall with each breath. Anticipation builds inside you. Your eager eyes follow the movement of his hands until he reaches for something in his pants pocket.

A small buzz fills your ears as Asmo lifts the small black vibrator to your lips. “Open up for me, hon. Just like you did the last time.”

You moan, your tongue greeting the vibrator as it gets pressed to your lips. Asmo meets your gaze in the mirror, his lips by your ear. “So good for me, pretty. Always so good.”

“Asmo,” you moan his name as he fucks the vibrator into your mouth until you’re drooling on it and his fingers. He moves the vibrator downward, pressing it to your nipple. You curse, falling into him as your fingers lace with his free hand.

Asmo allows you to squirm against him as he teases you with the silicone toy. “That’s it, hon.”

Your eyes roll back as Asmo wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides gently. “It takes so little to get you so riled up for me.”

You whine, giggling when he moves the vibrator between your legs. His gaze darkens as he watches you shake when he presses it against you. Your hand grips his thigh, biting back a moan as you watch as his hand moves the vibrator between your legs.

His beautiful hands capture your attention, his veins prominent as he goes, whispering filthy things into your ear until you’re clenching your thighs and arching into him.

“Don’t hold back, pretty. Let me see you cum,” Asmo smirks as he turns the vibration up higher and higher until you’re gasping for air, your body going rigid for a moment as a wave of pleasure washes over you, soaking Asmo’s hand with your release.

Asmo giggles. He lifts his fingers to his lips, his tongue swirling around them before he moans at how delicious they taste.

“My turn, hon,” Asmo sings as he lays you down on his bed, climbing on top of you to kiss you. The vibrator hums between your bodies.

Beel

Massive.

That’s the first word that came to your mind when you thought of your boyfriend, Beel. His broad shoulders, tapered waist, and huge cock made your mouth water. You were insatiable when it came to him. You could eat him up; for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

If you asked Beel how he felt about you, he’d probably say the same.

At the moment, Beel was in your bedroom sitting at your desk with a gallon of milk and an array of your favorite cookie from the human realm.

“So many flavors!” Beel exclaims as he admires the towers he’s built out of cookies. “There’s peanut butter, strawberry, cinnamon, birthday cake, fudge dipped, chocolate, mint, red velvet, lemon and pistachio!”

“Beel,” you sigh frustrated as you watch your boyfriend split apart a cookie, lick the cream, and dunk the leftovers in his glass of milk.

You focus on his fingers as he slides them into his mouth to suck the excess milk off. He doesn’t notice you staring as he reaches for another cookie while you melt into a puddle.

Once Beel devours every cookie and downs every last drop of milk, he takes you to his bedroom where he brushes his teeth. You lie on his bed, rolling around in it to inhale his scent.

Belphie is missing from the bedroom but you’re sure he’s napping somewhere in the house, perhaps under a desk or a hidden corner. You don’t worry about him much as you wrap yourself in Beel’s sheets.

Beel joins you on his bed. He sits on the edge before he reaches for a dumbbell. Was he going to work out while you were on his bed waiting for him to make a move?!

“Nine… ten,” Beel grins as he switches hands.

Your eyes are glued to his hands trailing upward to his rippling biceps. This was absolute torture. How were you expected to sit on the sidelines while his large hands held the dumbbell and his muscles shined with sweat? You wanted to trace the prominent veins from his hands to his shoulders. You press your thighs together as you watch him. His orange nails look so pretty as he sets the weight down on the floor. He clenched his hands a few times before you threw yourself at him.

“Whoa!” He exclaims in surprise as he catches you at the last moment.

You take his hand in yours, smiling when his fingers lace with yours. He squeezes your hand and smiles.

“What’s got you jumping into my arms like that, Cupcake?” Beel asks as he helps you settle into his lap.

Your hands roam over his broad shoulders. You easily help him out of his jacket and shirt. Beel falls back onto the bed.

Your lips press kisses to his neck and chest and end on his hips. Beel watches you curiously as you undo his belt, his pants, and zipper. His cock is hard when you tug his pants down with his boxers.

Beel chuckles at your eagerness, easily pulling you to him to kiss you. You moan softly, his tongue meeting yours. Your hands grip a handful of his hair as he grabs your hips. You grind on him, moaning when his cock presses against you.

Slowly, Beel sets you beside him. You strip down to your underwear as he strokes his cock. You bite your lip as you watch him, unsure of where to focus, his face, his hands, or his cock.

Beel smirks when you lick your lips. You want to reach for him but you’re somewhat dazed by how his large hand strokes his cock. His hands are so pretty, the veins prominent, and you ache to suck on his fingers.

“Fuck,” Beel curses as he goes faster. You crawl towards him, spitting on the head of his dick to aid him. He groans, reaching out for you with his other hand. You kiss him, muffling his moans of your name as he cums shortly after.

You watch as his fingers get coated in thick ropes of cum. You giggle as you take one of his hands and lick each finger clean. Beel watches you with lustful eyes. He waits until you’ve had your fill before he gets you underneath him. Easily, he kisses his way down your body, sucking and biting on your skin until he settles between your thighs.

“My turn, Cupcake.”

Belphie

“Two eggs,” Belphie murmurs to himself as he looks at the recipe book sitting beside his mixing bowl. You sit on the counter, watching him as he grabs the eggs from the fridge.

Your eyes are focused on his hands. He rolls up the sleeves of his jacket and heads to the sink to wash his hands. He dries them thoroughly before he grabs two eggs out of the carton.

Belphie can feel the heat of your gaze on him but he ignores it. He was exhausted. You had kept him up most of the night by riding him or grinding your ass against him. He loved it, but now he was tired and it was his turn to bake the cake for dessert tonight. Part of him wishes he’d ordered one ahead at the local bakery. How was he supposed to know you’d end up having a fuck-a-thon the night before?

“Quit staring,” Belphie huffs as he holds the egg in his hand, ready to crack it open against the edge of the counter.

“I’m not staring,” you answer innocently as you kick your feet back and forth.

Belphie rolls his eyes as he cracks the first egg, ignoring the way you stare at him. His mind flashes to last night’s events. From his hands gripping your hair to his hand wrapped around your throat while he fucked you into his mattress. You’d cried out for him so sweetly.

Sighing, he grabs the second egg. This one is messier when he cracks it, the egg white sticks to his fingers as he splits it open the rest of the way into the mixing bowl.

“Ugh! I hate when that happens,” he grumbles in annoyance.

You watch his fingers, biting your lip as he goes to wash his hands once again. What were the chances of you getting fucked open on his fingers here in the kitchen?

Belphie dries his hands again before returning to the mixing bowl. He adds the rest of the ingredients and a whisk to blend them all. He notes the way you sigh dreamily, smiling as his hand moves faster and faster.

He ignores you as he pours the cake batter into a baking pan and sticks it in the oven. He sets the timer and cleans up the mess he’s made.

“Belphie,” you say his name sweetly. He goes to you, his hands resting on your thighs.

“You said you’d help me,” he pouts. “But all you did was stare at my hands.”

“I can’t help it,” you chuckle as you take his hands to kiss each of them. Belphie rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“I should have asked someone else to help,” Belphie sighs.

You ignore his petulant attitude. You take one of his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the fingertip.

“Moon,” he warns as you take another one of his fingers in your mouth. He curses as he watches you, grinning when he moves the fingers out just to push them back in. You moan, gripping his wrist as he fucks your mouth with his fingers. He doesn’t understand your obsession with his hands but he enjoyed turning you on so easily.

You drool over his fingers, moaning when his knuckles brush your lips.

“Just a little whore for me, aren’t you?” Belphie smirks as you choke and he eases up. You moan, drooling on yourself before he takes his fingers out of your mouth and into his. He sucks them clean as you watch him, biting your bottom lip as tears pool in your eyes.

“Don’t worry, babe. I have something else for you to suck,” he grins as he helps you off the counter to take you to his room after sending Levi a text to take the cake out of the oven.

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meowsgirldrawing · 7 months ago

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Obey me X Reader Text Chats

“They’re busy” Younger Brother responses-(3/3)

Beelzebub, Belphegor

Parts: 1, 2, 3(you are here)

Masterlist: Here

Warnings: (?) Mentions of Chapter 16 in Belphie's section but it's more of a side comment, plus Belphie calls Luci a d, while Beel casually makes a side comment about eating lower demons. Nothing graphic, just putting it just in case tho. (Overall just sillyness with the twins otherwise. They are demons afterall 🤷‍♀️)

Beelzebub

Belphegor

#oc inserts #oc x canon #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mackenzie #obey me beel x mc #obey me beel x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie x reader #obey me belphie x mc #obey me belphagor x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me chats #obey me texts

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loveydovey-leviathan · 9 months ago

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can i request the Obey me brothers and/or the datables reaction to you being jealous ☺️

mc gets jealous

obey me x gn!reader

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a/n: the intro is so long in comparison to what i wrote for the characters lmao

cw: the gender of the person flirting with the characters is not mentioned. they don’t leave even after he’s told them to [belphie’s part]

The two of you have been spending less time together lately, your personal responsibilities keeping you apart longer than they usually would. But when you realised the both of you hadn’t gone on a date in weeks, you decided to surprise them with one at a popular cafe in the human world.

Once seated at a comfortable corner, you kiss them on the cheek and tell them you’ll be right back with your orders. The trip from the counter to your seats couldn’t have taken more than 4 minutes but when you walk back, there’s a stranger at your spot next to them. By their body language, it’s clear they’re trying to snatch up your obviously irritated significant other.

Maybe it’s because today was finally a free day for the two of you, combined with not seeing them as much as you would’ve liked– but when you finally arrived at your table, you set down your orders with a little more force than necessary.

With eyes as cold as a storm as you possessively inserted yourself by your lover’s side, you asked the stranger in your seat, “Do you need something from us?”

lucifer

A smug little smirk makes its way to his handsome face when the stranger decides not to start anything and walks away.

And while a part of him doesn’t even want to wait until they’re out of earshot– the same part of him that wants to kiss you senseless in front of the many suitors you have– he refrains from doing anything too rash in public.

If he was in his demon form, his wings would ruffle from how you pridefully claimed him to be your lover in front of this “threat”. Not that anyone has the potential to be one when you’re all he ever thinks about in the late hours of the night.

When you sit down next to him once more, still obviously slightly angry after the ordeal, he gently holds your hand and presses it to his lips.

Just in case it wasn’t clear to anyone else in the cafe that the two of you are together.

“There’s no need to be jealous, my dear. I’m all yours.”

mammon

He gets a little flustered when you’re at his side but he soon gets over it and pulls you closer.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m taken. Now, scram.”

Unlike Lucifer, he doesn’t even wait until the person leaves before he gets up to kiss you (on the cheek, he can only handle so much PDA).

“Took ya long enough! Seemed like you were takin’ forever.” “I was gone 5 minutes, Mams.” “Same thing.”

He’s sweet. And needy– but that’s why you love him. Another kiss on the cheek and it seems like he’s already forgotten what happened.

He hasn’t obviously. He’s going to daydream about this for the next 4 months every night before he goes to sleep because it proves you’re just as greedy for him as he is for you.

He’ll tease you about it, of course. “You must really love me if that got ya jealous.” He’ll stop if you ask him too but he’s still going to be giddy about it.

leviathan

He’s so relieved once you’re here because he had no idea what to do. He doesn’t even realise that he’s leaning towards you.

It isn’t until the stranger leaves that he realises that he’s still extremely close to you while in a public cafe.

He instantly gets so embarrassed and wants to leave.

It doesn’t take you long to put the pieces together– so you take your orders to go and pull him outside the cafe and into a nearby park.

“S-Sorry… I know you really like that place.” Now he’s worried that you might hate him for getting embarrassed and potentially ruining the date for the two of you.

When you reassure him that it’s fine and that you can always go to some other place, he calms down enough and the situation completely dawns on him– you got jealous because you thought someone else wanted his affections (which he still isn’t completely sure of btw).

His face is flushed pink when he thinks about it. You love him enough to fight for him.

“What? Oh- uhm.. it’s nothing– just thinking about how cool you looked back in the cafe when you got jealous, hehe.” < is imagining scenarios in his head and totally planning on telling Henry 2.0 about this exciting development in your relationship.

satan

He was about to commit a crime right before you came along.

Usually, he would be better at keeping his anger in check but this is your first date in a while and he’s not about to have some rando ruin it for the two of you.

“Leave.” is all he says to them with a glare sharper than Asmo’s heels.

He calms down as soon as he sees you seated next to him once more.

“They’re lucky you came when you did. The absolute nerve of some people–” he shuts up once you kiss him on the cheek.

While the two of you eat your food, he realises that your actions may have been caused by a spur of jealousy. He’s quick to tease you about it.

“Was somebody jealous? Well, now you know how I feel whenever one of my brothers take you away.”

He thinks you’re so cute when you’re jealous, but he refrains from teasing too much lest you lightly make fun of him when he’s green with envy.

asmodeus

Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves attention– but not at the expense of the two of you spending time together.

As soon as you’re next to him, he stands up and pulls you even closer than you already were.

“Ugh, MC~ where were you? I was so bored.”

He’s acting all whiny and needy, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and completely ignoring the other person.

It’s not long before they turn red in the face and storm out of the cafe.

“Finally, they’re gone,” he complains, checking underneath his nails like he was afraid some of their filth might have latched itself to him.

“You’re adorable when you’re jealous, have I told you that?”

He’s so quick to tease, even though he’s 100x worse when he’s jealous.

Somehow, he’s even more clingy the rest of the date. He's holding your hand, kissing your cheek, pulling you close to him the entire time– his own way of telling you and everyone else that he’s yours and you’re his.

beelzebub

He’s pretty clueless as to what’s happening and what the stranger’s intentions are– but when you come along, his passive face instantly lights up with a smile.

He is so in love with you, that you’d have to be blind to not see the way he looks at you, like your presence alone makes his heart full.

The stranger realises that they didn’t have a chance from the beginning, and Beel doesn’t even notice them leaving.

He notices that you seem angry at something, so he gently takes your hand and seats you beside him again– handing the slightly ruined food to you.

“You look angry. You should eat, it’ll make you feel better.”

He was right, it did make you feel better. Along with him happily eating all the orders you got him.

He won’t bring up the stranger unless you bring it up, but if you do, he’ll just shrug.

“Them? I don’t know, they just came up to me and sat on our table. I don’t mind when people do that but they were interrupting our date. I didn’t want to get angry and make a scene.”

belphegor

Belphie is spoiled. And he is tired.

When someone comes and sits on your seat, trying to flirt when the two of you came in together– he is instantly pissed off.

He wants nothing more than to “make” them leave, but he can’t (at least not in the way he wants to). So he just decides to be upfront instead.

“Do you mind? That seat is taken by my s/o– the one who walked in with me, in case I need to remind you.”

When they still don’t leave, he’s very seriously considering putting a curse on them.

But before he starts the incantation, you arrive in an equally bad mood.

Recognising that it’s two against one, they roll their eyes and leave, muttering something under their breath all the way.

“That was so tiring…” < (he spoke three sentences)

If you offer to go home, he refuses, saying that you both planned this already.

“I’ll try my best to stay awake but I can’t guarantee it. When we get back home, you owe me a nap.”

The sly little bitch managed to turn the whole thing in his favour.

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sassykattery · 1 year ago

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Dollface, Pt 10

We are nearing the end... what will she choose?

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Smut: piv, multiple rounds and creampie, breeding kink (but no mention of offspring), size difference, f! receiving penetration. Passion/romance driven sex. Hair pulling. Explicit mentions of male and female genitalia.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Mammon. Satan. Beel. Belphie. Levi. Asmo. Lucifer. Barbatos.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Sex. Smut. Diavolo x fem! MC.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy

Diavolo got up from the master's cabin on the plane. He remembered waking up briefly as his human lover came to bed late in the night, but his bed was empty when he woke. Curious, he looked around the rest of the cabin, still finding the rest of the brothers scattered around as they slept. It was only when he reached the far end of the plane that he found her sleeping on Lucifer's lap. He was surprised, to be sure, but he merely stood there for a moment, watching. There would be most certainly a conversation later about this, and he quietly snapped a picture on his D.D.D. to remember, and to refute any sense of denial.

"I have always wanted to go to Japan, I'm excited," she replied to Diavolo as he helped her down the steps off the plane. He nodded and smiled.

"Well, I'm happy to be the one to take you," he replied. He then leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I'd be happy to take you to all the places your heart desires. Anything you want is yours, my heart." She received a kiss on the temple as he stood straight and escorted her to the fleet of black cars waiting for them.

"Wait! Why don't we get to ride with her?" Mammon griped as he saw Diavolo helping the woman into the car. He noticed it was a much smaller one only meant for two. Diavolo merely smiled and Lucifer shot a glare towards his younger brother as he walked by to the next car in line.

"Stop whining," Lucifer snapped as he got in. Mammon groaned and stepped into the same one, with all the brothers getting into the other cars.

"Wow," the woman rasped as she craned her neck back, gazing upon the towering hotel across from her as Diavolo helped her out of their car.

"I love seeing your expressions..." Diavolo murmured. "You're truly an adorable being."

She turned her head to look up at Diavolo next. "You said this is yours?"

"Indeed. I own the Corvo Hotel franchise," he explained, walking her into the front lobby. The footman bowed to Diavolo and his partner as they walked in and proceeded to take their bags without a single word exchanged. Her brows raised, and she was quickly seeing the power Diavolo held at work. The Demon Lord continued to escort her into the hotel lobby, and she was stunned by the interior design and architecture. She tried to keep her mouth from being slack as she looked around. The ornate designs and modern touches definitely appealed to her, and Diavolo happily bathed in the awe and pleasure she radiated.

Once up in the penthouse, Diavolo showed her around. There were several bedrooms, bathrooms, a gorgeous gourmet kitchen, stunning dining and living areas, and an unbeatable view of the city below. She walked along the wall of windows in the living room, looking out into the beautiful scenery. However, she still listened carefully as the other guests moved throughout the space. She heard the various baritone and tenor voices talking or arguing about their spaces and occasionally looked over her shoulder as the demons moved about the area.

They really are like a family, she thought.

Looking back out the windows, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder followed by the familiar scent she'd become accustomed to as a sign of comfort. Diavolo leaned down and murmured in her ear, "There's someone I'd like you to meet."

Slowly, she turned as Diavolo slid his arm around her shoulders. Before her stood a tall but slender man in traditional-looking robes. His skin was ivory with dull green hair that had a bright turquoise ombré to the ends. His eyes matched his hair, and they glittered with repose under the lights. He was the epitome of class and refinement.

"Hello, my name is Barbatos. It is lovely to meet you, my lady," the man stated, coming closer and placing his hand on his sternum as he bowed.

"Oh," she murmured, her brows raising. "It's... it's wonderful to meet you too. Diavolo told me a lot about you and... I felt like it was important to meet someone so prominent in his life," she replied.

"My master is too kind," Barbatos answered. "I was looking forward to meeting the young woman who charmed my lord into submission. After all these millennia, I obviously still cannot get him to stay in one place, as much as I would like and have asked him to. You'll have to tell me your secrets."

Her eyes widened further. "Oh um, no I–" she started to stammer, and Diavolo laughed heartily at her reaction.

"She is rather special, Barbatos," Diavolo stated in a cheeky tone. "I think you're right. No one quite has a hold of me like she does." He then turned to look at her more. "He means that I tend to get into some trouble even when attended to. He's impressed you've kept me in check for this long." The blush splashing her neck and chest was rather obvious to her thoughts. "Well, in the way you're thinking... he would be incorrect," he added with a suggestive edge to his voice.

"I think you're flustering the poor girl," Lucifer said as he walked by with a suitcase, disappearing again.

"Indeed. Might we sit and talk?" Barbatos suggested. "I've made tea and cookies."

Diavolo nodded and guided the human woman to sit as Barbatos brought over the snacks. The prince sat next to his lover, across from Barbatos.

It was the beginning of a very long explanation as to what happened to Diavolo. She was impressed by how little the butler's expression changed as they spoke. Occasionally, his brow or the corner of his mouth would twitch more than anything.

"My lord, while I appreciate that you've been able to relax and find peace within mortal living, I do have to urge you to return to your duties as soon as possible. It has been a task and a half to keep everything going in your absence. While it's not hard to run things, I can only keep dignitaries and the nobledemons at bay for so long before they start to spread rumor of an unoccupied throne," Barbatos explained, setting his cup down. He then looked to her. "And what of you, my lady? What are your plans?"

She sat there in silence and thought about it. "I haven't decided yet. I wanted to come meet you and visit with you all a little longer before I did," she answered softly.

The butler nodded and sighed. "I suppose that's fair. At the latest, we must all return to the Devildom within three days. That gives us time to finish our tasks in the human world, and hopefully enough time for you."

She slowly nodded in agreement wordlessly, feeling apprehensive about a three day deadline. Barbatos bowed his head and stood, collecting the dishes.

"Please feel free to ask anything of me, my lady," the butler added before walking away.

Diavolo looked down at his partner and felt his own smile fall. He didn't like the sullen look on her face, so he took her hand as he stood.

"I'd like to show you something," he murmured, gently pulling her to her feet. She followed him quietly, past all the doors in the penthouse until they reached the end of the hallway.

Once inside, he led her in and she looked around the master bedroom. It was as grand as the rest of the penthouse, if not more so. The windows on the walls went from floor to ceiling, the Alaskan king bed was on a platform with lowlights, and the floors were a brilliant marble with comfortable rugs scattered around. He then led her to another door in the room and simply gestured his hand toward it. She opened it and gasped when she entered the walk-in closet big enough to be a living room filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, handbags, suitcases, jewelry, and accessories. It wasn't just Diavolo's things, like the suits and loafers clearly suiting his tastes. There were gowns, power suits, heels, clothes with name brands she'd never dream of touching.

"Who's is this?" She asked a little skeptically, drawing closer to the women's clothing. She didn't want to assume, but then why else would he bring her?

"Mine. Yours. Ours," he murmured, coming up behind her and placing his hands on her hips.

She reached up and found everything still had tags on them, and upon closer inspection they were all her size.

"I told you I would repay you for your kindnesses. This is just the start. I had everything custom ordered just for you," he explained, looking up at his work and then back down at the top of her head. "You deserve so much more, and I plan to give it to you."

She was quiet as she took it all in. After a few minutes, she finally turned to face the prince.

"You didn't really have to go through all the trouble. I mean... we're together," she tried to explain.

"I did need to, and I will continue to do so. Darling, I want to take care of you. I see how you deny yourself the pleasure and comfort of luxury... yet you crave it," he purred to her. He sank to his knee to be eye-level with her. "It's a noble thing, to be sure, to be so modest, but... with me, you can indulge. You can have what your heart craves. You don't have to deny yourself when you're with me. You can have everything."

Her heart was pounding with his words, her mind racing with contradicting thoughts. She nearly felt sick from how excited her body had become. But then Diavolo pulled her closer and cupped her cheek.

"I know it's a lot. I know I am a lot. But I tell you all of this so you don't feel as conflicted in your decisions. When it comes to your desires, they are as much yours as they are mine. Whatever it is you choose, I'll make it work. Whatever you want... I'll make it happen," he further stated. Tears pooled in her eyes, and he clicked his tongue while smiling and wiping her tears as they fell. "I love you."

"I love you... and thank you," she replied.

He nodded and leaned in for a kiss. She instantly reciprocated by deepening the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. His lips curled into a smile, and he gripped her waist in his large hands, pulling her in closer. Carefully, he detached from the kiss and pulled her into an embrace as he reached behind her for something. She felt his shoulders moving around her head, and when he pulled back to look at her, he was pulling around the pendant of a necklace he clasped around her neck. She looked down and saw a beautiful Y-shaped diamond chain with a rather sizeable pear-shaped diamond pendent at the end.

"My dream is to bathe you in my riches and love..." he murmured, looking down at the necklace as he still knelt before her. "As I said, I know this is a lot, and please don't feel like this is a bribe to sway you in my favor. But know you'll lack nothing with me. Beyond the riches and clothes, you'll always own my heart, and there will never again be another like you for me."

She brought her hand up, much smaller than his, to gather the necklace into her palm and bring it up to look at it. It was clear this was no average necklace. The weight alone told her this was worth more than the house she lived in with her parents.

Diavolo saw the look on her face as she inspected the piece of jewelry. "It's not wrong to want these things, my love. You're allowed to want a certain lifestyle for yourself." He then bent his index finger and took the knuckle beneath her chin to raise her gaze to his. "I'm more than willing to give you that life or any life you want. You can be my princess or simply mine, no title necessary. If the royal life is too much, then you won't worry about it. But... if it's something you might be interested in, I'm happy to share it with you. Just know you have options as well. Loving me and choosing me won't mean you're stuck."

It was still several minutes before she reacted to everything he'd presented to her. He could tell she was thinking very deeply about everything, to which, he was glad. Diavolo wanted this to be her decision and her decision only. He was happy with whatever he could do for her. She looked around the closet and then back at her prince. He waited for her; he'd wait a thousand years for her because the truth was, he'd already waited this long for her... his entire life, that is.

Finally, she nodded and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck again and beginning to sink downward. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he brought his second knee down to the floor, pulling her to straddle his lap.

The sound of fabric moving and soft moans and sighs filled the room as they started to undress each other. As much as they felt the need to make this a quick and needy fuck, simultaneously, they didn't. And for this time, they took it slower.

Using his suit jacket, he balled it up and placed it beneath her head. He was much more tender this time, placing gentle and slow kisses across the span of her chest and up her neck. She refused to spare any caresses for him and stroked his internal inferno in the way only she knew how. Their hands worked in tandem to bring each other greater pleasure and a little teasing, too. Her soft, small, delicate hands worked his inhuman sized cock, while his giant hands carefully worked to stretch her out on his fingers.

After a few looks of unspoken but clear approval and consent, he helped support her back by sliding his arm beneath her rear and lifting her hips up. He knelt in front of her with his legs tucked beneath himself as he pulled her thighs up and around his hips. Guiding his leaking cock into her entrance, they both groaned with little shame. He gave a few slow and deep thrusts followed by softened grinding to truly stretch her out, and she was squirming and writhing with pleasure in mere seconds.

"Are you comfortable?" His question came out in a murmur. She focused for a moment on his gaze and finally shook her head, no.

He snapped his fingers and swept her up into his arms. She was in awe of the grace and strength he had to pick her up from laying down all the way to his feet to carry her, all while keeping her sheathed on his dick, over to the black velvet settee that appeared. He laid her back with her head on the decorative matching pillow.

She sighed and smiled as her back and hips relaxed again, and Diavolo could feel it in the way she melted with him. Keeping one foot planted on the floor and the other tucked beneath him while sitting on the settee, he began rocking his hips back and forth with his hands back on her waist, smiling and groaning. "There's my girl. You feel so good every time for me," he murmured, nearly in a trance from being pussydrunk.

"Mm, Diavolo," she moaned his name, and he swore no one could be more worthy to say it than her.

His gaze fell back to hers, and he took in the whole scene before him before the corner of his lips curled up. "I believe this is the most beautiful I've ever seen you look: naked, on my cock, and dripping with diamonds," he stated breathlessly. He left the necklace on her and realized, indeed, he wanted to cover her body in gold, silver, platinum, rhodium, diamonds, rubies, whatever he could get his hands on and she would accept from him. There was a certain pride he felt in looking down at her like this. Never again would there be a soul and vessel quite like this.

And to her, she could see all of these thoughts and emotions as she gazed into his eyes. The deeply profound desire and love he held in his expression made her heart melt and core throb. He could say the same with how she looked at him, always so eager yet tender, downright debauched but always loving. Every fiber of his being wanted to explode with all the feelings and sensations, but all he could do instead was use that energy into making love to her. His thrusts became slower and deeper. His hips rolled with precision. He slung her leg over his elbow and leaned in to press deeper.

"D-Dia!" She whined as he started to reach that deep spot inside her. The head of his cock began tapping that spot and she saw stars burst in her vision as her orgasm came on so quickly. "Oh fuck!" She screamed out. A rush of her release flowed out, drenching his dick and flowing down her ass.

"That's it, that's my baby," she heard him grunt, his own brows pinched as he fought to stave off his own orgasm but continue to deliver hers. The pleasure was so immense he even moaned louder, his eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck..."

"Where'd the lovebirds go?" Mammon asked, looking around the living room where his brothers all sat. Levi, Beel, and Belphie all watched the giant flat-screen television mounted above the fireplace while Lucifer and Satan read quietly. Asmo was doing his nails at the coffee table.

"I saw Diavolo take her to the master suite a little bit ago. She looked a bit tired," Lucifer answered. Everyone paused and glanced over at the eldest, but he chose to ignore their questioning gazes.

"Ooo, I bet they're having sex now–" Asmo chirped, finishing the top coat.

"Asmo," Lucifer warned, rolling his eyes.

"I mean, they've been quiet. Maybe they did take a nap," Satan mused, turning a page in his book.

Belphie finally looked around as well. "Shouldn't we be preparing to go home? Why would Diavolo be napping?"

"I mean, what's the rush? It's nice here," Mammon quickly tried to steer that conversation in a different direction.

"No, Belphie is correct. We ought to be making arrangements for home," Lucifer answered with a sigh, folding his papers and setting them down. He stood and began walking toward the main hallway of the penthouse, and his brothers began to follow.

"Yes baby, cum inside me again!"

All seven came to a halt, stunned by what they heard coming from the end of the hall.

"... Maybe they did not, in fact, take a nap..." Satan deadpannned, walking away immediately.

"So they are having sex! I knew it. I bet they're so hot together. I just want to–" Asmo started to rejoice until Barbatos grabbed his outstretched hand that was heading toward the doorknob to the master suite.

"I highly suggest you not act so impulsively, Asmodeus. You would embarrass her and disturb both my lord and the young lady," Barbatos explained tersely.

"Oh, but Barbatos!" Asmo whined fruitlessly as the butler dragged him away, the rhythmic pounding of the headboard fading.

Diavolo huffed as he ground himself deeper into her. This was their third consecutive round, and he wasn't quite used to going this long with her. It was a happy surprise, to be sure. Sweat was building in his hair, a slight sheen forming across his muscular body and glimmering below the lights of the room. He moved them to the bedroom for more comfort after realizing that even she wasn't quite done after just two rounds on the settee.

"My sweet love," he groaned, feeling the ache and fire swirling in his abdomen. "You'll be the death of me." His head was next to hers as he laid on top of her, his body practically covering hers. Both her legs were laid over his inner elbows, only giving her the deepest thrusts. He barely pulled back before thrusting forward deeply and grinding the head of his cock against that sweet spot all the way back. His kisses were sloppy yet sweet against her face, neck, and shoulders.

But so long as she wanted to keep going, enjoying every pleasure he had to offer her, loving every orgasm she was brought to, he wouldn't stop. He felt the overwhelming desire to keep going even longer than that, but at the end of the day, her pleasure is all that mattered to him.

However, he didn't anticipate his thoughts starting to wander as he made love to her. He didn't expect to start doubting their moments together. It was eating at him until he finally chose to speak up.

"I can't be apart from you, my love. I... I can't give this up," he murmured in her ear. He lifted his head back and looked at her with a painfully serious expression. "I... I love you too much. To not have this... to not have you, I wouldn't be complete. I can't live without you. If I go back home without you... it won't be home to me." He looked up at her, his eyes all glassy with emotion. "You are my home, love."

"Oh honey..." she murmured, cupping his cheek. They stopped moving and held still as they gazed at one another.

"My love, I will respect your decision no matter what, but... please don't stay. Come with me. I want you at my side," he pleaded with her. He propped himself up on an elbow, caressing her face and neck.

She chewed on her lip and looked askance. "I... I'm just scared," she confessed. "I don't know what it's like and... I'm not naive, Diavolo. A place full of demons isn't exactly a place for someone like me, is it?"

"I'll make a place for you, at my side, my heart. You'll have the protection of me and the seven brothers. But, you're right; the Devildom is not the best place for a human right now, but I have dreams to make it hospitable to anyone who comes into my domain. This includes you. I want to share my home with you," he answered, all the fondness and love in his eyes for her.

"But... I won't live forever," she added as well. He shifted and nodded, knowing this was another valid concern.

"I know that, my love. That's what makes every moment so precious with you. I cherish every minute of our time because it's far more valuable than anything else I'll have possession of," he replied. "And... we can discuss that more when the time comes."

She sat there with what he had said for several minutes. At the end of it all, she knew he was sincere. She knew he'd take care of her, treat her well, and protect her. Everything he'd said so far, at her core, she was convinced he could do. She was just so afraid of the unknown, the uncertain, that it made her hesitate. But... when she looked up into his golden gaze, she couldn't deny herself, or him, in this moment. All she found was love and honesty in his expression.

It was enough for her.

"Dia..." she murmured. He froze a bit, looking down at her when he heard the serious tone she used. "I'll go. I'll come with you."

His eyes widened, and he looked almost taken aback. "Y-You will?" He stammered, his pitch high. "You will?" He asked again, this time regaining composure.

"Yes... I want to see your home. You got to see mine and experience it. If we're going to be together... I want to experience your life and your home too. And if it means I stay with you... then I'll stay for as long as I can," she replied.

Diavolo searched her eyes, nearly in disbelief of what he heard. He was astounded by it all. She could scarcely believe it herself, to take such a leap of faith to leave all that she's ever known for a man, a demon man, who started as just a doll but became so much more: a friend, a lover, a soulmate.

He kissed her passionately then, his lips hard and forceful on hers. His arms slid under her back to pull her upright as he rose to his knees on the mattress. She could feel how hard he was breathing and more of his unparalleled strength as he held her upright. When she was low on oxygen, he rasped and pulled back. "I can't thank you enough. I promise, you'll have everything," he finally answered back.

The prince sat back onto his rear and helped her to straddle him properly and more comfortably, all while still sheathed on his now throbbing cock. "Just one more," he muttered, taking her arms and looping them over his shoulders and around his neck. His own hands landed on her waist and he began guiding her up and down on his dick, making them both moan together. The obscene schlick sounds coming from her pussy running rivets of sticky arousal between their joined bodies came back that much louder.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his hot breath fanning her face. "I love you, my treasure. Thank you for being mine," he murmured, sounding strained with pleasure.

The woman merely nodded as she clung onto him, moaning louder with every bounce. His hands greedily ran all over her body as she took over the rhythm and movement, and he squeezed, groped, and gripped onto every inch available. From her the tops of her shoulders to the fat round globes of her ass, it was his to lay hands on.

"Fuck, I love you, sweetness," he grunted. "You're going to make me lose myself."

"Then lose it," she rasped. She rolled her head backwards and arched her back deeply as she rode his cock.

He growled and placed one hand back in her waist while the other went up into her hair, grabbing a generous amount of it in his fist. She moaned softly at first, and then much louder when he gave it a good tug. They increased the pace together as fast as she could go until he could see her energy finally starting to wane. Quickly, he shoved her onto her back on the mattress again and began pounding into her.

"I'm never letting you go," he rasped in her ear. "You're mine. For eternity."

She gasped, and a vibrant shudder ran down her spine in response to his sudden possessiveness. She turned her head up to look at him, seeing determination and deep-seated desire in his eyes. He was all she could see in this moment, her view entirely comprised of his face and upper body.

"Close, baby?" He asked, feeling her walls start to clamp down and more of her slick sliding over his cock. She nodded immediately and clutched him tighter. He grinned and cradled her in his arms while he continued to thrust deeply and gaining speed. "Let go for me. Give everything you have, and give it to me. Lose yourself in me and only me."

Her breathing started to quicken, and her claw-like nails were digging into his back. "Fuck, Diavolo–" she whined. She just needed a little more. And he knew just what to do.

Placing his head next to hers, he began murmuring into her ear. "I'm going to cum so deep inside you, letting everyone know that you're mine. When we're home, I'll breed you anytime you want. I'll make sure you're so full of me, my seed will be dripping for days. Everyone will know you belong to the Demon Lord. And I'll make you my sweet little wife to take care of for all our days," he whispered to her, grunting between words occasionally.

That's what did it for her. A cascade of raw pleasure burst throughout her body, causing her to give a short wail. She trembled beneath him as more of her cum gushed over and around his cock, dampening the sheets further. Her fluttering walls, the way she whined and moaned, and how she clung to him made him finally lose himself, too.

He gave long, hard thrusts before locking his hips forward, unloading every spurt and drop of hot cum deep inside her. His own pitch raised an octave, hardly believing how this sort of pleasure could feel any better than before, but it was. Maybe it was knowing he was keeping the love of his life, but nonetheless, this was unlike anything he'd felt before. He felt so in-sync with her, experiencing her flow of pleasure mixing with his own. A small whimper managed to escape his lips, so he hushed himself by kissing her neck and hear her soft moans better. He continued to softly grind himself into her, still hard as a rock, to extend their pleasure a bit longer.

After several minutes, he felt her body slacken. Her hands slid off his back and down at her sides, and her legs fell open as she relaxed. It was almost a struggle for him as well as he propped himself up on one elbow.

"So perfect..." he murmured, smoothing her hair back out of her face. "Thank you," he added with a small smile.

"Why?" She mumbled, her eyes barely open.

Diavolo chuckled and shook his head. "I'm thanking you for being mine, for being so perfect for me, for being you," he answered. "You are everything to me, and I'm happy you're going to be with me."

She nodded and finally sighed. "I'm tired," she whispered weakly. He chuckled again.

"I was afraid you'd want more, and I'd have to be the one to tell you no."

She smirked and rolled her head to the side. "I mean, there's always later, right? I like it when you fill me up."

His eyes widened, and his dick throbbed again at those words. He groaned and gripped the sheets. "I mean it, you're going to kill me one day through words alone."

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