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BELPHEGOR x gn!Reader 0.6k Words | NSFW | Making out in a semi-public space, teasing, cursing, slight degradation -> Prompt: "You're good at this." [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]
Belphie’s rumbling groan vibrates against your lips. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”
You hum and slot your mouths together again, and your tongue flicks teasingly against his. He tries to lick into your mouth, but you pull away with a grin when he whines at you.
He must’ve fallen asleep on the couch watching something on the television earlier; when you found him, he was asleep with his head tilted back against the cushions.
You slid onto his lap and straddled his thighs. Your first instinct was to tickle him awake, but the pale, unmarked expanse of his throat was too tempting. You brushed your lips over the sensitive skin. He shifted slightly underneath you, and your daring kisses grew bolder. You nipped at his skin and licked over the little pink marks your teeth made. You smiled against his neck when his hands gripped your waist. His eyes blinked open, glazed with lust tempered by the faintest hint of sleep.
All you know is that he’s not asleep anymore, and he doesn’t seem content with just kissing now. His hands dip under the waist of your pants and grab the soft flesh of your ass. He tries to rut up against you while pushing down to grind against his hardening cock. You huff in amusement, purposefully raising up on your knees to deny him the friction he craves.
He swears under his breath and he tilts his head like he’s considering what to do with you. “We can go to your room if you’re worried about getting caught,” Belphie suggests innocently. He doesn’t care if his brothers find you impaled on his cock while you ride him, but he knows you do. He leans forward and drags his nose against your neck so he can scent you, but it only makes the burning ache inside him grow hotter.
Your own resolve is cracking, but you try to keep the game going a little bit longer. You hum and pretend to ponder his proposal, and you sigh like you're bored. His eyes flash menacingly, but you're not paying attention. “Maybe later. I heard that new documentary series was really interesting—”
Your yelp turns into giggles when you suddenly find yourself rolled underneath him on your back, and part of you feels delighted by how irritated his expression is.
One of your legs dangles limply off the edge of the couch, but you bend your knee and hook your leg over his hip. You wiggle your hips invitingly the same moment you try to nudge him down, but his hands grip your waist to hold you still.
“You just wanted to make me beg, didn’t you? Such a little cocktease,” he murmurs, and there’s something dark and taunting about the way his lips curl into a sneer. He leans over you and you feel the air around you shift. From the corner of your eyes, you see his horns curl into existence; the soft tip of his tail creeps between your legs.
You bite your lip instead of answering, and his eyes darken even more when he catches the grin that tugs at the corner of your lips. “Perhaps.”
You gasp when he rocks his hips against you, and this time, you can't pull away so easily. He leans forward so his chest is crushing against your own, and you feel wonderfully smothered by his body warming yours from the inside out. One of his hands slides up and under your shirt, and the other flicks playfully at the button of your jeans. You whimper against his lips when he kisses you, and he nips at your jaw.
“Should’ve gone to your room while we had the chance,” he warns you, fake innocence dripping from his voice, and when his hand slides into your underwear and strokes the edge of your arousal, he muffles your moan with a rough, biting kiss.
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Nsfw more of my biting kink but with the little shit- Belphie 𓃾 !!!
Belphie biting you when you’ve been ‘misbehaving’ (you’ve been paying more attention to his brothers ‘n the others, then you have to him) and he wants…no, needs to leave his marks all over you.
It’s such a great way to remind everyone that you belong to him.
Also the type of little shit to loudly ask where the marks he left on your neck the night before went…..with everybody around just to watch you turn red and glare at him. (He loves it:))
And!!!! And!!! Belphie biting you when he wants to tease you~
Especially when he isn’t giving you, what you really want in bed.
Taking his sweet time to tease you by nipping at your skin here and there, mostly across your chest and neck. watching as you buck your hips against his….enjoying the little whines falling from your lips as you beg him for more, well, anything really! You just need more!!! and Belphie’s being a fuckin’ tease! His only response being to bite harder into your skin making you cry out his name even louder <3
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-Insomniac Mc-
I need Belphie to exist so he can come knock my ass out so I can go to sleep, I want to sleep but my body apparently thinks otherwise and I don't like it
Mc sometimes has trouble sleeping, the cause can range from nothing to a whole bunch of stuff happened and they still have to much energy that makes em feel not tired
Whenever this happens and Mc knows/wants to go to sleep they'll go to Beel and Belphie's room
This kind of thing has happened before quite a few times and Belphie has given permission to Mc that if they can't ever sleep and he isn't already sleep snuggling with them, then they are allowed to go to his/Beel's room or the attic and wake him up ever so slightly
He actually loves when they come to him for some sleep aid cause he gets the brag about helping them, having a cuddle buddy, and there's also the morning after where his brothers scramble to find Mc because they weren't in their room just to find them cuddled up with Belphie (the smirk he wears on his face when they walk into his room ✋️)
Of course he doesn't want Mc to have those types of nights, he doesn't want them to have a difficult time getting sleep, especially with all the craziness that happens daily, but he does enjoy the rare nights when those nights do happen
And no he doesn't make it to where they can't sleep, he let's it happen naturally
Once getting to the twins' room Mc will just crawl in bed with Belphie and will move him to where their chin is on his head and wrap their arms around him
He is big living cow plushie, fight me on that but not really
Belphie will either wake up slightly or just sense Mc's presence, either way once he knows they're there, he knows what's up and starts helping his precious human get the restful sleep they deserve
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Prompt 17 looks made for the twins, I wanted to suggest this
a/n: lots of carrying to be done. also changed the wording of the prompt a bit to fit better.
prompt # 17: "do you need me to carry you?"
content: silly little situations where the reader needs a lift. original timeline where we live in the HoL.
warnings: reader gets a sports related injury (beelzebub). lucifer hangs you from the ceiling for 30 minutes; VERY small references to lesson 16 (belphegor). reader is implied to be smaller than the characters.
fluff. lucifer, beelzebub, belphegor × gen!reader (you/your). separate.
lucifer. ═ ˎˊ˗
"and just how late were you planning to stay here?"
you jump out of your seat, an unwelcome shriek piercing the air before you have the mind to clamp your hands over your mouth. you snap your head around to come face to face with the culprit, and find a familiar gaze waiting for yours. "lucifer..." his name drags itself out of your mouth, exasperation dripping from your voice. "most would knock before coming in to stand right behind someone." he hums in apology, and you huff out a breath. "i was planning to stay until around six, or something. i don't want to take this textbook home, so i wanted to finish my work here."
lucifer nods in approval at the idea, but the corners of his lips tug down awkwardly. "i applaud the notion, MC. but it's now past seven o'clock."
"ah-" you spin to look at the clock, which you now realise has been at 5:23 for the last two hours. you stifle a groan, a hand coming up to cover your grimace. "so it seems."
lucifer, who is at ease with no one else but you here, rumbles with gentle laughter. his hand closes the cover of the textbook, running the words over with the pads of his fingers. "pack your things. i'll return this to library for you. it's about time we head home."
"wait, i'll need it for my assignment."
"i have a copy in my study. now tidy up."
you stutter out your agreement, watching lucifer stride away with unnecessary urgency. he must want to get home quickly, you think. by the time he returns, you've already thrown all your things into your bag, hauling it onto your shoulder just as lucifer comes back into the room. "i'm ready," you say, a yawn coming up at the tailend of your sentence.
"let's go, then." lucifer waits for you to leave the classroom before following suit, keeping a careful eye on how you occasionally wobble to the side.
you make it to the steps leading out of RAD just fine, but lose your footing on the last few stairs. you yelp in surprise, feeling yourself fall forward, but a pair of gloved hands are on your waist before anything else happens. "are you hurt?" you shake your head earnestly, gesturing to lucifer to put you down. he does so immediately, but his touch lingers at your side a moment longer. "you are unbalanced when you walk. is something the matter?"
"what are you talking about?" you frown at the suggestion, but the concern on lucifer's face has you rethinking the situation. "well... i'm just a bit tired. that's all. i'm fine, really-"
"would it help if i carried you?" lucifer asks the question so casually that you feel like you're being carried.
you stare at him for a while, heart pounding against your ribcage. "ah- no, it's alright."
he pulls his gloves off, sliding them into his pockets before he cups your cheek in one hand and tests your forehead temperature with the other. "you're not sick, but you do look exhausted. i won't be allowing that." lucifer sighs, a mixture of guilt and worry creeping into his expression. "give me your bag to carry." you oblige silently, handing him your belongings. you expect him to start walking again, but you're suddenly weightless and surrounded by warmth before you can protest.
"lucifer-?!"
the demon hoists you up into his arms, holding you close. "sleep. i'll wake you before we get close to home so that my brothers don't start a ruckus."
you glance up at him, a smile settling on your face when you see the red on his face. "okay," you agree. you nuzzle softly into his shoulder as he walks on, the swaying motion from his steps bringing you to rest.
beelzebub. ═ ˎˊ˗
the avatar of gluttony is at your side in an instant, rivaling the speed of his older brother. "MC! can you hear me? how many fingers am i holding up?"
you reach for beel's hand, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "beel, i didn't hit my head or anything, it's okay. i just tripped." his face hovers above yours, his eyebrows furrowed despite your attempts to make him relax. "look, see? i'm fine." when you get up, you feel the pain shoot through your ankle. immediately, you grit your teeth, determined to not let beel see your injury. you're glad that the coach calls out to you in the nick of time, stealing beel's attention away from you. quickly, you adjust your position to not put much weight on your foot, smiling at beel when he looks back at you. "come on, we've still got half an hour left of practice."
"if you say you're okay..." beel gives you one more look, his gaze scanning you thoroughly before he nods and heads back to his side of the field. you nearly fall back to the ground, but you force yourself upright, using mainly your good foot to keep you standing the rest of practice.
by the time you're dismissed, there are tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. you excuse yourself from your teammates, finding a place behind the bleachers to collapse to the ground in a heap. a cry wrestles against you, the built up pain breaching past your limit. you don't realise how long you've been there until you hear beel calling for you. you pray that he eventually thinks that you've gone home, but your cover is blown when you hear someone reveal your location to the sixth born.
"MC?" his head peeks around the corner, and you quickly wipe the tears from your face before facing him. once again, he's rushing to crouch next to you, this time grabbing your shoulders in a panic. "MC?! you got injured?! where? where are you hurt!?"
you look down, ashamed, pointing to your now very swollen ankle. beel gasps softly, his hands moving off your shoulders to inspect your injury. you flinch when he touches the inflammeted area, hissing as he presses against it. his brows furrow again like they did earlier, and he tells you to stay put (not like you could move anyway) as he goes back to grab his and your bags. when he returns, he pulls out the athletic tape he used when his wrist had gotten injured a while ago. "coach taught me how to do this, but it'll hurt, okay? so tell me if it's too much."
although usually clumsy, beel's hands work deftly around your ankle, gentle when he can be, and only applying pressure when he needed to. you whine on occasion, grasping onto his shirt for emotional and physical support until he finally places the last piece of tape on. as beel puts the supplies away, you slide your hand up to rest on his shoulder. when he turns to look at you, tears spring to your eyes once again. the worry on his face causes you more turmoil than you thought it could. "i'm sorry," you whisper out, voice faltering.
beel doesn't say anything, and instead gathers you into his arms. "i should have noticed earlier," he says in a low voice, breath tickling your ear as he speaks. "please tell me if you get hurt. lucifer will get mad if it happens often and..." his grip on you tightens. "i don't like seeing you cry like this. so, you should tell me next time. so that you don't cry anymore."
you nod slowly, burying your face into his neck where you feel safe. against you, beel shudders, and you wonder if a part of him felt like crying too. however, his shakiness is brief, and in seconds, he's pulling his face back to try and look at yours. "will you let me carry you home?"
"of course. thank you beel," you murmur, throwing your arms around his neck.
you feel the ghost of a kiss on your temple, and all of a sudden, all the pain in your ankle is forgotten as beel engulfs you in his affection.
belphegor. ═ ˎˊ˗
you never imagined that lucifer would actually be cruel enough to hang you from the ceiling. granted, he hung you in a position that wouldn't kill your blood flow, and said you only had to be up there for 30 minutes. but a part of you was still shocked that he even did it at all. even his brothers were surprised that you were getting the mammon special.
you do your best to minimize the swinging, but physics works just as well as it does any other day. your body sways back and forth rhythmically, and you do everything in your power to not think about how slowly time passes. soon enough, your 30 minutes is over, and your saviour appears at the top of the staircase.
"so, how does it feel?"
"belphie, just get me down already."
"yeah, yeah..." the youngest tugs at the rope, hauling you up and over the railing before untying the knot that kept your arms bound to your sides. immediately, you breath a sigh of relief, your limbs flopping each and every direction. you don't know how mammon deals with this punishment for hours on end, and you quickly consider telling him that he's amazing.
"thanks," you puff out, chest heaving as you inhale and exhale deeply.
belphie stands over you, bending down to have a closer look at your face. "you don't look so good."
your face contorts with feigned annoyance, flicking a hand up at belphie to get him to back up. "maybe it's the fact that hanging from a ceiling isn't exactly an activity i'm used to."
belphie scrunches his nose at you in response, stuffing his hands in his pockets before straightening back up. "it's late, so you should head to sleep." you feel his foot prodding at your side, and it takes all your strength just to slap it away. "hm." slowly, he crouches down next to you, his hand threading through your hair as he takes in your expression. "do you need me to carry you?"
wanting to protect some of your dignity, you scoff at belphie. "no. i'll be fine, thank you." with that, you sit up abruptly, ready to head back to your room. unfortunately, your body has other ideas, and begins to fall backwards again without your permission. you brace for impact, but belphie moves quicker than you think the avatar of sloth would. his arm catches you around your shoulders, the other circling your torso.
"and you said you'd be fine?" belphie snickers at the sight.
you pout and turn away. "i don't wanna hear it."
another laugh echoes in the hallway, but belphie quickly stops himself before he can be considered a jerk. he untangles his arms from you, turning to have his back facing you. "i'll bring you back to your room."
you bounced between your options, but once you realised it was either go with belphie or wait until you were recovered, it became an easy decision. you sigh quietly, your hands grasping onto his shoulders as his arms hook underneath your legs. as he stands, you hold tighter to his clothing. "don't drop me, okay?"
"... am i allowed to make a joke, or is it too early?"
groaning, you bump your forehead into the back of belphie's head. "never ask me that question again."
a/n: i've recently been making sheet music for some of the obey me osts so that i can learn how to play it myself what are the odds i open an obey me yt channel for music and translated stream clips from the va's
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Save a Horse, Ride the Cowboy (Belphegor)
TAGS: Belphegor/F!Reader, smut, riding, cockwarming Ao3 ver.
You were going to die.
Like you were legitimately going to die.
Even though you were the one sitting on top of Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth completely had you at his mercy.
You’d think that since he was normally lazy all the time he’d simply just lie back and let you take the reins whenever you made love, but that was the biggest misconception you’ve had in the history of your short human life.
The sharp, wet smack of his skin against yours echoed throughout the attic room as his hips worked a mile per minute as his cock pistoned into your oversensitive cunt. Belphie had been working you up for what felt like forever, surprising you with the ferocity of his carnal affections.
What should have been a slow, sensual ride turned into you being used almost like a human fleshlight by the youngest demon brother. Your head remained thrown back throughout the whole time, mouth agape and tongue sticking out as you allowed yourself to be rawed by your lover with such intensity that you were helpless to do anything but accept everything he had to give you.
Belphie gripped your hips, marveling at the softness of the slight pudge you carried even as he fucked you like an animal in heat.
You are perfect.
So so so perfect.
You who understood him despite his many faults and mistakes yet loved him still.
Simply the thought of you and your love for him made his bovine tail wag and thump on the bed as if it had a mind of his own.
You’d lost track of how many times you’ve climaxed already as Belphie played your body like a fine-tuned instrument. Drenching his lower half again and again until you were sure you’d pass out while riding him.
Just when you were sure you’d finally fall into the sweet embrace of oblivion, the demon gave his last thrust. Angling his hips in such a way that he was sure his shaft pierced you as deeply as it could go before releasing everything he’d saved up.
Slumping against him, you immediately fell asleep in his arms after the strenuous workout. The sin didn’t bother pulling out either and just followed you into dreamland, allowing his cock to stay stuffed inside of your abused pussy even after unleashing his load into the depths of your womb.
You also milked a cowboy that day.
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Beel and Dia are hands down my favorite for this scenario. Belphie just makes sense.
A Midnight Encounter - Part 2
Characters: [Asmodeus / Beelzebub / Belphegor / Diavolo] x F! Reader Word Count: 5.1k+ Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes] Tags: suggestive/sexual themes, making out, light petting/groping, chest play, reader = she/her pronouns, each demon has a lil backstory, possessive demons A/N: Thanks for all of the love on part one! Part two is just a tad more suggestive than part one, due to a couple of the demons involved. Hope you enjoy! ♡
[Part Two of Two - Read Part One Here]
It was late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you had just finished preparing yourself for bed. You had finished your homework for the day, as well as your nighttime routine, and it was time for you to settle down. Just as you sit down on the edge of your bed, you start thinking about how it would be nice to have a quick little snack before you turn in to sleep for the night. Picking up your DDD from the nightstand, you check the time to see just how late it was. You decide that it was probably late enough for everyone to be asleep, and it was safe to venture out into the house alone with what you are wearing - a skimpy spaghetti strap tank top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. You push yourself up off the bed and cross the room, making your way towards the door. Leaving your bedroom door open, you make your way towards the kitchen next door . . .
Asmodeus is on the way back from an extremely exhausting day with Solomon, having run errands all across the Devildom with him. He pours himself through the front door with a dramatic flair, a loud pouty whine and a sigh escaping his lips before he tosses his jacket onto the coat rack and makes his way towards the kitchen. He knows that what he needs to end such a draining day is to just relax and sink into his night time routine before settling down to get his beauty sleep. As he saunters across the hallway, he pulls his DDD out of his front pocket, opening it up and haphazardly scrolling through it while he mindlessly walks to the kitchen. He just needs to pop by real quick to get a little potion to add to his face mask for the night - he deserves it after the filthy mess that Solomon dragged him through today! How rude of him~!
Solomon had originally invited Asmo out under the guise of going to a "social club" up in the human realm. The pair had originally asked if you wanted to go along with them, to hang out and get some fresh sun on your skin, but you had prior arrangements to bake and have tea with the Angels over at Purgatory Hall. Unfortunately for Asmo you had to decline - and he really wishes you hadn't! Without you there, it was just awful! Turns out it was no social club at all! Asmo was tricked into going to that stuffy Sorcerer's Society where he had to listen to Sol talk to some crusty old men for several hours. After that, the group of sorcerers dragged poor Asmo out to a remote village, where they spent half of their evening hiking around a mountain in search of a hippogryph they wanted him to use his powers to charm. It was absolutely horrible! No place for someone like the Avatar of Lust to be showing his pretty face~!
All in all, it had been a very exhausting day for Asmodeus. He would normally do his quick routine after experiencing a day like today, but he thought tonight he definitely deserves an extra little treat~! Little did he know that once he reaches the kitchen doorway, however, that a different type of treat would be waiting before him. He almost doesn't notice you standing there at first, his attention deep within his own Devilgram feed, but seeing your gentle form gracefully searching around the kitchen in the middle of the night makes him do a double take. His sunset colored eyes begin to sparkle pink with lust as they take in every inch of you, every subtle little curve accentuated by your adorable little pajamas that he would love to see you wearing more often. He watches as you take a pack of Hell Sauce Flavored Instant Noodles from the top of one of the cupboards, your tiny little cotton shorts riding up just so slightly that the curve of your cheeks peek out from beneath them - just enough to toy with his mind.
Asmodeus can't help but to wonder to himself if you know exactly what you're doing to him - if you know how easily you can charm beings from all three realms as if you are the Avatar of Lust, and not him. How you don't even need magic to make Lust itself weak for you, just merely existing near him is enough to make him go feral. Do you even know how much he thinks about you? How he is just utterly obsessed with you? Can he really even be called self-centered if his mind is only filled with you? Asmo never knew he could feel like this - that he could not only have such powerfully passionate feelings for another person, but that he would also see his sin in an entirely new light. Just as he is seeing you in an entirely new light. Don't you know how gorgeous you look right now? The way the light from the fire on the stove illuminates your flawless face, cascading down each of your perfect curves and making your natural beauty glow in the middle of the kitchen. He can't help but to drink you in with his eyes, memorizing every inch of your body left exposed by your little outfit. Oh how he wishes you would dress like this for him more often. You look so good when you show off your body like this, he has about a hundred outfits he'll give you if you want. He'd love to dress you up in them, right before slowly stripping them off of you, worshipping you every step of the way...
Eyes glowing pink and mind full of lust, Asmodeus glides over to you and pulls you into his embrace right as you notice his presence, before you are even able to speak.
"Well, isn't it nice seeing you here, muffin," he says as he squeezes you, leaning down to press light little kisses into your neck. "I would have come home sooner if I knew such a delicious little snack was awaiting me in the kitchen," he whispers as he kisses his way up to your ear, his hands gently teasing and caressing your body as you turn into putty under Asmo's touch. One of his hands snakes it's way up the front of your shirt as the other holds you firmly in place against him, a soft moan escaping your lips as he gently plays with your breasts, his plush lips nibbling on your ear. Your eyes flutter shut, your mind eager to let go and let the sensations take you over, when Asmo suddenly pulls away. You let out a small whine and turn around to face him. He grabs you by the hips and chuckles.
"You're too adorable when you pout," he says as his lips finally caress yours, the kiss light at first but building in passion and intensity as the lust continues to build between the two of you. Suddenly Asmo realizes that he has no idea when your tongue entered his mouth - he is just so consumed with you, he didn't even notice. Your hands begin to roam up and down his body, small moans escaping from the both of you. Asmo can't help but to wrap his arms around you and pull you in tighter, pressing his hips into yours as he grabs your ass. There is so much lust built up between the two of you, he can't even tell which of you it belongs to anymore. You run your hands through his strawberry blonde hair, noticing his demon form when your fingers graze one of his horns, and the whimper you elicit from him along with it. You slowly start to stroke it, massaging as you kiss him, low moans rumbling from his throat with each stroke. The pace of your kisses slow down until you finally pull away.
"Aren't you just the most precious little human ever," he said, pulling you up to carry you, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as you frantically grab at securing your hold around his neck and tugging his hair a little. He lets out a light giggle. Everyone always forgets how strong he is!
"Don't worry, honey. I've got you. We can finish up this little party in my room~♡" he says in a sultry tone, carrying you out of the kitchen and up to his room.
Of course Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony, would never miss one of his infamous midnight snack raids. Tonight, however, Beelzebub is feeling the effects of his sin a bit harder - he had a particularly rough fangol practice that day, so he feels even more ravenous than he normally does. He usually enjoys his days playing fangol, the extreme workouts coupled with intense competition making it so Beelzebub can really let loose and blow off some steam. Today's practice, though, was no normal scrimmage match. Instead, a few of his teammates had decided to play a prank on the school's rival team, resulting in them being disqualified from District Championships. Of course, the coaches were nothing less than infuriated. Before practice even started, the entirety of RAD had been called to assembly and lectured by their Head Coach on proper student conduct - with a half hour interlude from Lucifer about respect. After that, the coaches took the entire team out to the Colosseum to run laps around it. When the laps were done, they had to do endless drills, and Beelzebub wasn't even given a snack break for any of this. He didn't even partake in the prank! He was out at Madame Scream's with you trying the newest flavor of Blood Macarons! But here he was, doing tackle drills until he drops, without a single little bag of Spicy Newt Chips.
It is far past dinner time when his coaches dismiss his team. Beel makes his way home and through the front door of the House, dropping his duffle bag right inside the door before starting his shuffle towards the kitchen. With each step forward, Beel can't help but to fantasize about Shadow Goose Burgers and Deep-Fried Devil Zebra, his mouth starting to water as his stomach rumbles abnormally loudly. He finally arrives in the kitchen, crossing over towards the fridge, ripping the door open with urgency and pulling out the first item he sees. He doesn't care if the food is marked for a later date, whether it's leftovers or ingredients for a recipe - Beel was starving and he was gonna consume every little bit of food in sight. He doesn't usually like to indulge in his sin like this, always feeling immense guilt after his binges are over, but today he feels he deserves it. He restrained himself all day, put up with his coaches' punishments, and didn't fly into a rampage a single time. He earned this midnight binge in his eyes, and he really didn't care if it meant he would have to pay to replace the entire kitchen tomorrow. Hell, even if Lucifer strings him up, it will be worth it if he can satisfy some of this unrelenting hunger.
A few minutes later, you make your way to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway to see Beelzebub standing in the glow of the refrigerator. The door is ajar as he pulls various food items out, opening them up and tossing them into his mouth without a care in the Devildom. You can't help but to crack a tiny smile as you watch him, finding the sight of him eating an entire Eclipse Mince Pie in one bite too adorable. Anyone else would be mad, seeing as that was supposed to be tomorrow evening's dinner, but you just love seeing that warm smile on the Avatar of Gluttony's face. Beelzebub pulls a Devil Crush Mango Parfait out of the fridge, tearing off the cling wrap and turning up the glass to pour its contents into his mouth, the parfait dribbling down his lips and chin in the process.
You can't help but to let out a small giggle, which causes Beel to stop what he's doing and finally turn to look at you, his eyes widening slightly and his hand losing grip of the parfait when he sees how you're dressed. The sound of glass shattering fills the room and a blush creeps over Beel's face at the realization of the lost dessert. Suddenly, another realization dawns on him - he's not hungry for food anymore. He wipes his face on the back of his jacket sleeve before slamming the refrigerator door shut with one hand, stepping over the shattered parfait to walk over to you. He stops in front of you, his large frame towering above as he looks down at you with his violet eyes and rosy cheeks. Your name escapes his lips in a low, grizzly tone, causing your heart rate to speed up just a little. "You really look beautiful tonight," he says, always being honest with what he thinks and feels about you. His eyes scan you up and down once more before the blush on his cheeks deepen, creeping down onto his neck.
His arms reach out and wrap around you, pulling you closer to his body. The look you give him when you look up at him, along with your tiny little hands resting on his chest, are all he needs to give in to his desire and lean down to kiss you. The feel of your body against his, the taste of your lips on his tongue, Beel can't help but to think he's in the Celestial Realm all over again. Your lips are sweeter than Celestial Chocolate and he feels himself getting more and more addicted to the taste with each kiss. The Avatar of Gluttony often talks with his mouth full, and just like when he eats, he can't help but to sing your praises as he pours his love for you into every kiss.
"Mmm...ou're so am-zngly 'ewiciousss," he says, refusing to break contact with your lips.
You giggle against his lips, your hands roaming his chest and abs before snaking their way around the back of his neck and up through his fiery orange hair. You can still taste the hints of mango on his tongue when it brushes past your lips to meet yours, and you swear Devil Crush Mango tastes better this way. His hold on you tightens slightly, causing your feet to lift off the ground in his embrace, his kisses as sloppy and ravenous as he previously was for food. After a few more moments, you finally pull away, breathing heavily with a smile on your face. As you catch your breath, Beelzebub looks at you with those adorable puppy dog eyes of his.
"I think I'm hungry for you right now...can we continue this in your room? Please?" And before you can finish nodding and telling him your affirmative, Beel is picking you up and carrying you to your room. He doesn't even care about the state of the kitchen or the broken parfait on the floor - he can deal with his brothers yelling tomorrow if he gets to feast on you now.
Belphegor had slept through dinner, hidden away in a crevice of the House of Lamentation where none of his brothers could find him, his DDD on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He had a particularly annoying day today, and he just wanted to snooze it away peacefully and without interruption.
It all started this morning when Lucifer was nagging him at breakfast - the eldest was complaining about the state of the attic, ranting about how the Avatar of Sloth needed to keep it clean if he intended on keeping it as a second room for himself. Then his brothers started arguing over the idea that Belphie has a 'second room' - Asmodeus wanting to expand his closet, Leviathan needing new shelves for all of his various collections, they kept rambling on and on as Belphie tried falling back asleep for a few more minutes, only to be awakened by the shattering of a plate thrown by Satan. He knew it was going to be a long day at that moment.
It was only made worse by the fact that Mammon was being extra greedy with you all day, and Belphie felt like he has barely gotten to see you at all. Every time he would approach you and try to talk to you, even if it was something for class, Mammon would find a way to butt in and steal you. It really pisses Belphegor off thinking about how his brothers always steal you away from him. When he made his pact with you, he meant every single word of what he said. He wants to be closer to you than anyone, and it upsets him when his idiot brothers get in his way of accomplishing that. He'd do anything to constantly bask in the warm sunlight of your attention and affection. He wants nothing more than to just have you all to himself - to steal you away to the attic and lock you both in there, napping away the world and living a beautiful life together in the dream realm.
But of course, he can't do that. You would never be happy just sleeping your life away. And as much as he tried to get your attention today, apparently it just wasn't in the stars for him. His brothers were always going to be in your life, occupying your time and stealing you away from him. Especially Mammon. Which usually, he doesn't generally mind his brothers much. But when it comes to you, everything is different. You're their precious human. The human that made him see the entire world differently. The human that had extinguished the fire of hatred that had been burning inside of him for thousands of years. You mean the world to him - his human, his first love, his starlight, his everything. And when he gets denied access to you - especially from his scummy older brother that he swears still doesn't trust him with you - he can't help but shake the feeling of emptiness inside of him.
The Avatar of Sloth doesn't like it when he can't get his way. He wants what he wants, and what he wants is you, and he wants you now. But...sadly, he can't have you now. Because, of course, Stupid Mammon has you roped into helping him with one of his side gigs for the afternoon, and he has no clue what time you'll be back. Sulking off up the stairs with is favorite cow pillow under one arm, Belphie went to go slumber in one of his best kept secret hiding places. He dozes off to the dream realm to see you in his memories, hopeful of seeing the real you when he wakes up.
Hours pass, and Belphegor awakens from his prolonged nap. He pulls his DDD out of his jacket pocket to look at the time, seeing how late it is before putting it back - definitely past dinner time. His stomach grumbles, and he pauses for a moment to observe it, trying to figure out if the feeling is from himself or his twin. His stomach rumbles louder, this time with a certain empty pain, and he decides he must be the one that is hungry. He climbs out of his hiding spot and decides he might as well hit up the kitchen to see if his twin has left him anything. As he makes he way down the hall, pillow in his hold once again, he can't help but to reminisce over the dream he had while he was asleep - it was a memory of the two of you cuddling under the stars on his (and his twin's) birthday. He'll never forget the way you looked under the light of the Devildom moons that night. He wouldn't trade that memory for anything.
Belphie makes quick work of making his way downstairs, turning the corner and making his way straight to the kitchen. 'Maybe I should go see if she's home after I eat' he thought to himself, 'sneak into her bed and cuddle if she's asleep.' He approaches the door, seeing the light cascading from the door frame, assuming his twin is awake and feeling the same pangs of hunger as he is. Right before he walks into the room, he stops himself, his violet eyes widening as he sees you. Instead of approaching you immediately, he slinks back into the shadows, deciding to observe you from afar for a few moments.
He takes in every inch of you with his eyes as you prepare yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Hell Flakes, the memory burning into his mind at the rare sight of you wearing such skimpy little pajamas. He's never seen you like this before. Sure, he's slept in your bed hundreds of times, but you're usually in baggy pajamas or you're wearing your day clothes, caught up in his midday naps. He's never seen you wear anything so tantalizing. The way your tank top hugs your breasts, the way your shorts shape your ass and expose your thighs, tempting him to want to see more...
Do you even know how much of a tease you're being? You don't, do you? Before you can take a single bite of your cereal, he drops his pillow down and sneaks up behind you, wrapping both his arms and tail around you. He buries his face in your shoulder and starts to pepper your skin with kisses, nipping little bites here and there, not wanting to bite down too hard but being sure to leave tiny little marks. The more he breathes in your scent, the more he just wants to possess you. His kisses get a little bit rougher, more frantic as his lips trail their way up your neck. You can't help but to want to give in to Belphegor's touch, dropping your spoon onto the counter as your eyes flutter closed. A soft moan escapes your lips as his hands slide up the front of your shirt, your breath hitching as he nibbles your earlobe and whispers your name.
"I've been wanting you all day, but you've been busy entertaining my idiot brothers," he said. Suddenly, you feel his tail slide up and around your waist as his hand pulls your chin to look up at him. "You're gonna make it up to me right," he said in a low tone, his lips finally crashing onto yours, his kisses needy, passionate and intense. You match his intensity, pouring just as much passion into the kiss, both of you letting out little moans and wanting more. You break the kiss, turning around in his hold.
"Let's go the the attic," you suggest as you wrap your arms around his neck. Belphegor will be making sure the two of you didn't actually get any sleep for a while tonight.
Lord Diavolo was over at the House of Lamentation late at night. Earlier Barbatos had rushed into his office with an abnormally large stack of paperwork, and an earful of complaints from the Nobles, so he went over to the House to recruit Lucifer’s help and start working on the pressing matter. The three of them had locked themselves away in Lucifer’s private study for the last few hours, toiling away with form after form, eager to reach a solution together that would please everyone. Diavolo can feel himself begin to go a bit stir crazy as time continues to pass like molasses - he needs a break, and he needs it now. Barbatos offers to stop and make the Young Master some of his favorite tea, but he politely declines his butler - Diavolo needs to stretch his legs and get some air. He reassures the other two that he will be fine, they can continue working - he is just going to take a quick stroll around the House and be right back.
Taking his leave from the secret study, Diavolo begins to wander around the halls of the House of Lamentation. He is usually here on business and doesn’t get to just hang out much, so it’s nice for him to be able to see more of the mansion at his own leisure. It’s a shame for him that everyone is asleep at this hour, for he would love to join in on your chaos with the brothers - but he’ll enjoy this rare moment all the same. Speaking of the House’s inhabitants, his mind couldn’t help but to wander to think only of you. As he mindlessly makes his way down the stairs, he can't help but to wonder how you’re faring in his realm. 'Are you happy here? Is there anything you need?' He hopes you know you can always come to him when you need something. Just say the word and he won't hesitate to give you anything you could possibly desire. 'Are you lonely? No...probably not. You have the brothers, after all...'
Diavolo rarely gets to see you alone. Thinking about this, he lets out a small annoyed huff as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, crossing his arms across his chest. It's not lost on him that almost every moment of your waking hours are occupied by one of the Seven Avatars of Sin. As much as he loves his best friend, and his 6 rowdy younger brothers, he couldn't help but to feel a small thorn of envy pierce at his heart when he thinks about the connection you have with the demon brothers. A connection he may never have with you, given the nature of the seven pacts you hold with them. It's as if that shiny, perfect soul you have is intertwined with theirs, and for political reasons, he may never be able to have that with you. You, the adorable human that stumbled into the Devildom and danced your way right to his heart without even trying. The one that charms beings from all three realms so effortlessly. The one that treats him like he can be normal and do "normie things" (as Leviathan calls it), instead of just treating him like some stuffy royal you are forced to associate with. He feels like you really see him, and every time he thinks about you his love for you grows. A twinge of insecurity sneaks into the back of his mind, for he has no idea how you truly feel about him. You're always so busy with the brothers, getting pulled into various shenanigans all across the Devildom with them, he feels like he never gets enough time with you. Sometimes he wishes you would just tell the brothers off and run away to his Castle so that he can make you fully his and pamper you. He wants so badly to make you his princess, he'll do almost anything.
Just as the thoughts were swirling around in the Young Prince's mind, he began to hear a clatter coming from down the hallway. Raising an eyebrow, Diavolo began to press forward, curious to see what the cause of the noise was. He pauses by your door, seeing it open and turning his head to look inside, quickly scanning to find it empty. He raises an eyebrow, finding it odd that you wouldn't be safely tucked in your bed at such a late hour. Continuing towards his original destination, he stops again in the doorway when he sees you, and in that moment the icy thorn of jealousy and loneliness in his chest starts to melt away into something warmer. Only in his fantasies has he seen you dressed in something like this. Fantasies of the two of you tangled in his silk sheets, sharing the most intimate moments of lust and love together before falling asleep in each other's arms. He had no idea when he left Lucifer's study to take a break that he would get so lucky as to run into you like this. He can't help the dark blush that dusts across his face, his golden eyes smoldering as he takes in your appearance. He unfolds his arms and holds them outwards to you, hoping you will hug him as he says your name.
"I didn't expect to see you up this late." You walk up to him and wrap your arms around him, immediately getting engulfed in one of his famous warm hugs. He's so much larger than you are, and the feeling of his arms wrapping around you and holding you close as your chest presses against his make you want to melt. His cologne smells so intoxicatingly good that you almost forgot he had said something to you.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here either, Dia," you finally reply to him, slightly flustered.
Diavolo's heart starts to beat faster at the sound of you calling him such a cute little nickname. He looks down at you with a fond smile, and he can't help but to seize the moment when he sees the look in your eyes, assuring him you may return some of his feelings. He leans down and finally presses his lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his large hands slide down your back, his hold on you growing possessive. Much to his surprise however, you nibble on his bottom lip before sliding your tongue across it, asking for entrance. You wanted to deepen the kiss, and of course he would always oblige you. As you feel his tongue massage yours, you can't help but to let out a little moan, causing Diavolo's resolve to weaken that much more. You hear a small growl rumble from his chest, his hands sliding down to cup your ass and pick you up, your legs instantly squeezing around his waist as your hands slide into that soft red hair of his. A few moments later and he breaks the kiss, setting you down on the kitchen island's counter while still keeping his hold on you.
"I want nothing more than to take you back to my Castle, take you to my room, and keep you in my bed forever," he says, his golden eyes blazing with lust and love for you. You lean in to crash your lips against his once again, murmuring 'yes' and 'lets go' in between kisses. He reaches down to his pocket and pulls out his DDD to call Barbatos and tell him to portal you all home - having you in his bed tonight is far more important than some boring paperwork, Nobles be damned.
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failed replaced!MC AU
ཐི synopsis: diavolo has sent down a brand new human exchange student! one that, unfortunately, seems to be very keen on stealing all the limelight for themselves…with such pathetic results it’s almost endearing.
ཐི feat. demon bros
ཐི warnings: mentions of blood/injury, second person
ཐི a/n: yanked this idea from @squeakyducky ! ٩( ᐛ )و named the human exchange student “notus” after the greek god of the south wind because in the comic the MC is called “zephyr” after the god of the west wind (not directly in opposition of one another in mythology but i thought it would be fitting). + also this is kinda long…(;_;)
You weren’t upset about having a new human exchange student, no-one really was, but just the gut feeling that Diavolo was going to throw you in as their guide was really starting to irk you (having to deal with several argumentative debate-lords thirsty for your attention doesn’t give you much energy to deal with newbies).
Who knew though? Maybe this was exactly what you needed; a break from all the fantasy in the world for a touch of realism. A touch of home.
However, soon as that portal twinkled to reveal a rather attractive human figure bursting with confidence, your latent arcane abilities smelled trouble. But then again, you were rarely right about first glance opinions on people, maybe this was just another instance?
Ok, well, when you tried going up to introduce yourself you were met with a glare so maybe you weren’t so wrong after all. Benefit of the doubt, you repeat to yourself. You remember being particularly snappy to people within your first arrival - it’s natural instinct! I mean the brother’s also threatened to eat you on the first day here, perhaps they’re just naturally standoffish.
“This is Notus, our newest human exchange student! Please be sure to give them a warm welcome.” Diavolo’s voice boomed across the council hall, eyes gleaming with excitement. Like the first time, the brothers introduce themselves one by one, each a little more on edge than the last - maybe they felt that weird energy too?
Whatever, you pushed those thoughts aside for the time being and took on the role as the newest babysitter for a human that seemed to have a much unnecessary distance while walking next to you.
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It started off fine:
Occasional misplacement of your items; an untied shoelace that makes you trip (with Mammon getting a heart attack as he pulls you up by your wrist); messing up an elixir you were sure that you measured correctly; and opening your bag to find your homework gone.
Childish antics that you tried your best to push blame onto either your own forgetfulness or a misplaced prank that was meant to mess with Lucifer. But somehow, it got so much worse - and that little demonic human decided to finally take fault of their pranks by flaunting it off with pride.
“Oh, MC?” Notus caught your attention with a double tap on your shoulder. “Did you enjoy the nature reserve?” Mammon tilted his head to the side, confusion scrunching his face as he looked over at you.
“It was really lame, Thirteen would’ve done better.” Of course you were not referring to an actual excursion, no, you mean the wild animals that had magically found themselves a snuggly home in your bed as well as the plethora of Devildom-specific deadly mushrooms and herbs that replaced your old plant pots.
“Hah? What are you two yappin’ about?” Mammon huffed, clearly annoyed that he wasn’t part of this big secret that you two seemed to share. Notus smugly cuddled up to him, arms wrapping around his bicep a little too tight. “Oh it’s nothing! Just a little…gift, I got MC as a thank you for being such a great guide!”
“Oi! How come I never got anythin’ from ya when I had to babysit?” His brows furrow as he clearly attempts to, rather nicely, shrug off the unwanted attention. This is the first time you’ve seen Mammon look so visibly uncomfortable - clearly oblivious to such a fact, Notus continued snuggling themselves closer, trailing their fingers up and down Mammon’s arm.
Of course, you ended up telling all of this Lucifer, to which he implemented a special spell on your lock so no sneaky human that’s barely acquainted with magic could unlock, with the reassurance that if these “pranks” and unwanted behaviours escalate, it would be taken to Lord Diavolo directly.
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Mammon was an obvious first victim for this weird power trip of a game - he’s as kind as a lamb and just the teeniest bit dumb (lovingly so, you reassure him) - but somehow the antics got more assertive and the targets much more hazardous. Satan. Honestly at this point, all you could feel was pity as you sat in the living room, nose buried in a book that Solomon had instructed you to study.
Notus had lived alongside you for a little over two weeks now, and while those small pranks continued, this is the first time you’ve seen them take on an “opponent” that would be way too much to chew. Sliding onto the couch with a careless saunter, Notus cozied themselves up into a cushion right near Satan’s arm, their breath basically ghosting over his neck. His face twitched.
“What?” Satan scowled, a face you haven’t seen in a while crunching his usually stoic expression to a frown.
“Sataan, can you please help me study? I’m struggling in Seductive Speechcraft and need a bit of…” their hand awkwardly inches closer to his hair, “guidance.”
“Go find a book or ask your lecturer.” He aids somewhat clamly, before that mask slips off momentarily to threaten them: “Don’t bother me, you’ll regret it.”
Well, that ended quicker than you expected. Guess even the ever so bold exchange student cowers at the icy glare from the Avatar of Wrath? You can’t help but giggle from where you sat, to which Notus immediately looks up for, facing twisted in an ugly scowl.
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After the failure that didn’t even really begin that was the day before, Notus went for someone much more gullible and easy to please. The favourite orange-haired glutton. Offering him a massive, drool-worthy sponge cake from the human world that they swear, “MC asked me to deliver!” He wasted no time in scarfing down the citric frosting soon as that familiar melodic sound of your name hit his ears.
Beelzebub isn’t known to be someone who’s reluctant to not eat things - unless it’s Mammon’s or Solomon’s sacrilegious cooking - but in this case he wished he could control himself when it came to things that look and smelt promising. Because soon as that icing coated his tongue, his belly grumbled with a heinous rage. Not one born from hunger, no, but rather nausea. Thankfully, Beel’s a big dude who can handle pretty much anything, so it’s not like whatever poison or foul-tasting potion that was slipped between the buttercream did him any damage (apart from ruining his mood), but nonetheless, he felt horrible and got a lengthy scolding from Belphie to boot.
He doesn’t blame you, you might’ve just messed up somewhere and that’s ok! Beel sets the rest of the cake aside with a little warning label that it made him feel ill and if it did him, it could probably kill anyone else, before scurrying off to find an actual bite to eat. Guilt did gnaw at him for a while because, normally, he’s easily able to eat anything you make since you make it with so much love! But Beel can also recognise foul play when he sees it and also comfortably assess that the icing used wasn’t mixed in the way you do it.
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These little instances stopped for a while, which made you foolishly believe that perhaps they learnt their lesson and decided to turn in for the better. Notus manages to surprise you once again - instead of targeting the brothers, the attention comes back to you. The original plan was; conjure up a curse on your pillow that forces you to have perpetual nightmares, which henceforth makes you irritable and hopefully slip up in front of the brothers, preferably make you so grouchy that you say something irredeemable.
What factor Notus failed to account for is the fact the brothers also LOVE your room, and a person who specifically loves stealing shit from you is Belphegor, who so unfortunately kidnapped that one pillow ridden with a curse while stumbling into your room with a drowsy head.
The House of Lamentation isn’t known for being quiet, so the bickering downstairs over breakfast overwhelmed the space per usual, but soon as those thumps of heavy footsteps echoed down the flight of stairs connected to the twin’s room - the house went eerily silent. An overly irritated Belphie ghosts into the room with darker eyebags than normal, his face hauntingly pale with a vein popping from his forehead, body limply dragging itself.
Notus felt the hairs on the back of their neck stand up as Belphie saunters behind them, looming over like an owl would a mouse before growling: “Do you always ruin the things you touch, or is this a hobby?” Belphie may be the youngest and therefore the weakest, but when it comes to anything dream and curse related, he will know exactly who’s behind it. And if you hadn’t taught him the slightest bit of mercy, he was sure Notus’ skin would serve Asmodeus as a nice handbag.
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Speaking of the jewel Asmodeus, Notus’ technique was much more…social sabotage based. Spreading a vile rumor around RAD that you made a disparaging comment about Asmodeus’ character was a sure fire way to get some sort of hate train going. Rumours spread fast around RAD, especially when concerning one of the Devildom’s most infamous partygoers, after all - and the drama was sure to escalate when the oddly beloved MC was involved. Notus devilishly giggled to themselves, before knocking on Asmodeus’ room, hands clasped together in faux prayer.
The door swings open to reveal Asmo adorned with silver jewellery that coiled together like moonlight kissed webs, earrings curling into shiny heart shaped crystals that he seemed to still be putting in. With a raise of a brow he smiled politely: “Yes, hon?”
“I saw the awful things MC said about you! I’m so sorry…you must be going through so much pain,” Notus sniffles, that drama class they took back in Year 9 really paying off for once. “If it’s any consolation I think you’re amazing…I mean even all your jewellery know looks like it was practically designed with your image in mind, it’s so glorious!”
Guess they took Satan’s advice after all.
Asmo is kind. Somewhat - ish…But not when it comes to people that use cheap tricks against his beloveds. Sure, the flattery was great, but appreciation is always better when it’s genuine and sincere, specifically your praise was something his vain heart sought afer. “Aw dear,” Asmodeus cooed, hands cupping Notus’ face gently, an act that makes them smile a little unnervingly. “If you knew me at all you’d know I designed these, quite recently in fact.”
Shit.
Notus felt their face heat up in embarrassment, hands suddenly clammy with sweat. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t feel so great to be caught in a scorpion’s tail. “Sweetie,” he laughs, patting Notus’s shoulder with mock sympathy. “You could never turn me against MC. They’re real, and you’re just…trying too hard, aren’t you?”
The grip on Notus’ face suddenly tightens, that orange hue in Asmodeus’ eyes tinting a more saturated shade. “Feel free to say whatever you wish about me, but utter another word about my MC, and I’ll drain your marrow and leave your bones bare of sinews.”
A not so nice reminder that bloodlust is still a form of lust.
That backfired spectacularly. Instead of you getting bombarded with hate and being shred apart in anything you posted, it was the newest exchange student that was the prime highlight of what desperation and pathetic self-esteem looked like. Comments ranged from anything like:
“Lord…this is just embarrassing for them lol”
“thanks for the tutorial on social suicide <3”
“an attempt was made…but it should’ve been with a rope.”
Much to you and the brother’s greatest dismay, the forum that was freely spouting random comments about the situation was gradually shut down under Diavolo’s leadership. He did find it the teeniest bit funny though…
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In naming pathetic self-esteem, a particular water dweller comes to mind: Leviathan. He was going to be a tricky one to lure (said in a hopeful manner as if the others weren’t total failures). Not particularly because he’s the third oldest, making his raw power single-handedly capable of wiping Notus away from existence. No, it was the depressing fact that he’s a recluse that seethes to himself whenever you giggle at a joke someone other than him has made.
Although, they did manage to misuse his social awkwardness to their advantage - by acting shy and nervous as they sweetly ask if they can also join the gaming session with you and him. Levi chose a multiplayer dungeon crawler, the kind where cooperation is key — and where you certainly have excelled before. Notus, however, had other plans.
Small, inconsequential mistakes didn’t bother Levi too much…you and him were good enough for the time being, but by level, these “mistakes” of theirs just spiralled uncontrollably. Taking up important loot meant for you, and even using rare healing potions on themselves at the wrong time, leaving your character on the brink of death.
“Oh no!” Notus gasped, hand to their mouth. “I didn’t mean to—uh, sorry, Levi! I guess I’m just not used to such a complicated game.” They glanced slyly at you, a smug grin creeping onto their face.
Levi frowned, his tail twitching with irritation. “It’s not that complicated,” he muttered. “You just...have to listen.” You don’t even remember when he switched into his demon form, but you can somewhat presume it was around the second the first whine gasped from their lips.
Despite their blunders, Notus managed to turn the situation into a chance for attention, constantly praising Levi in exaggerated tones. “Wow, Levi, you’re so good at this game! I mean, you basically carried us, right?” They laughed, shooting another smug glance your way. “MC must feel so lucky to have someone like you showing them the ropes.”
Levi blinked, looking between Notus and you. His face flushed, but not in the usual embarrassed way—it was frustration. “What are you even talking about?” he snapped. “MC doesn’t need me to ‘carry’ them. They’re actually good at this!”
Notus tried to backtrack, laughing nervously. “Oh, sure, sure! I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”
“Just stop.” Levi's voice was uncharacteristically firm. His eyes darted to you, softening. “MC doesn’t need someone like you pointing out their skills. They’ve already proven themselves. Unlike, uh, certain people who don’t even know how to play.”
The match ended shortly after, with Levi muttering about how “toxic noobs ruin games.” He didn’t invite Notus back for another session.
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Lucifer’s patience had worn thinner than a threadbare string. The complaints from his brothers about Notus's antics had escalated from minor annoyances to full-blown disruptions of their routines. Asmodeus couldn’t walk down the hallway without Notus latching on to him, Leviathan’s game nights had been interrupted by bizarre "accidental" server crashes, and even Belphegor muttered in frustration about charms slipping into his blankets to make him "dream of Notus."
Through it all, you have endured the worst of it — every petty prank, sabotage attempt, and unwelcome spell aimed at undermining your place in the Devildom. You’ve handled it with your usual grace, brushing off bruised egos and minor inconveniences with an easy smile. But this time, Notus had gone too far.
Self efficacy is quite the funny theory - the more you believe in yourself, the more likely you are to succeed. The more successes you have, the better your confidence. So how come even without that, Notus seemed to be as determined as ever to ruin your mood?
The prank seemed harmless at first—a minor tripwire spell meant to tangle your legs and leave you stumbling in embarrassment. But Notus, in their reckless desperation to make you look bad, underestimated the strength of the curse. When the trap activated, you didn’t just trip - you were violently flung forward, crashing into a jagged edge of a chair (there’s too many of them in the House of Lamentation as you just got to personally establish).
The sound of breaking wood reverberated through the house. You hit the floor hard, crimson spilling from a deep gash on your arm where wood had pierced skin. Placing your fingertips on the gush of blood pooling around the scratches, your hands webbed with red iron.
Lucifer arrived almost immediately, his presence a storm brewing in the hall. His brothers, frozen in stunned silence, stood back as he knelt to examine you. His gloved hands trembled faintly as he carefully removed the shards and inspected the various wounds that differentiated in size and depth.
Notus tried to deflect, stammering about how it was just a joke gone wrong, their confidence cracking under Lucifer’s piercing glare. “I-I didn’t mean for it to—MC is just so dramatic, they—”
“Silence.”
Lucifer’s single word was sharper than a blade, and the room fell into an oppressive silence. His wings, usually tucked away, unfurled slightly — a stark warning of the fury he struggled to contain. He rose to his full height, towering over Notus, his face a mask of cold fury.
“You’ve been a disruption from the moment you arrived, but this? This is beyond forgiveness.”
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Notus didn’t learn their lesson, of course. Their jealousy burned too brightly to let them stop. But this time, you’ve sincerely had had enough, and with Thirteen’s help, you concocted a poetic dose of karmic justice mingled with a touch of the classics.
Diavolo was long informed of the incident involving you previously, and further filled in on all the previous attempts of ruining both your reputation and relationship with your family. A little meeting in the RAD council room was in due order - one which all of the affected were invited for a silly show.
Lucifer stood impatiently next to a stone-faced Diavolo. You would find it slightly threatening if you didn’t know what was going to happen in just a few moments. Thirteen sat next to you, swinging back and forth on a chair as she grinned at you with every wavering gaze at one another.
And like moth to a flame, blazing with both frustration and smugness, Notus strolled on in. Well, I say stroll - I mean struggle with opening the door before they accidentally put too much pressure on the handle, leading to the doors gushing open with a far swing, and the buckets utop the bar to drop down like catharsis.
A greedy sorcerer from sorcerer’s society that just so happened to notice you when you came in one day with a few of the brother’s and Solomon the Wise himself - Notus couldn’t bare the idea that a little thing like you could swoop in and charm them so easily.
Now covered in a disgusting, webbed display of pig’s blood and some sticky consistency of water mixed with honey, Notus simply stands there, allowing defeat to settle in while the crescendo of giggles cuts deep into their pride.
“Alright alright, I’ve got enough of a laugh out of this,” you clap your hands, whispering an incantation that forces a gush of water to rain down upon them, washing away the weird concoction that coated their skin.
“Aw what, that’s no fun lol.” Leviathan pouts in the background.
“Whaaat!! What a bore…” Mammon grumbled to himself, looking away from the sopping wet dog once his eyes accidentally caught theirs.
“MC…” Notus sniffled pitifully, looking up at you through tear-stained lashes.
“Yes yes, I know,” you sigh, hands on your hips as you try your best to articulate your reasoning for this baseless morality. “This isn’t forgiveness or anything, the stuff you’ve done warrants actual apologies but hey, I’ve had a few of the demons in here attempt to kill me before,” Belphegor coincidentally looks away, “a few jabs at my reputation with failing results was honestly a little funny.”
Notus’ eyes glimmer with shiny stars and fat blobs of tears as they murmured a very simple:
“Fmnf…I love you.”
“…”
“Huh?”
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Mc: When I die, I want Belphie to lower me into my grave so he can let me down one last time.
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I hate replaced!au so much(they break my heart 💔💔) that I want to see a prompt where that new one that was supposed to 'replace' MC, fails so miserably while trying to take their place. Think about it, imagine it. Wouldn't it be funny? If anything like this happens in canon, it's gonna go like this I am sure.
R/n : *coquettishly trip on air in front of Lucifer*
Lucifer : *raises a brow and continues his walk, ignoring them*
I actually want to see a fic like this. If this kind of fic already exists, kindly please tag me 🙏🙏 if there isn't then, writers pls kindly take this idea of mine and do your magic 🤭 don't forget to tag me tho— I wanna read it.
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Asmo: Hey MC! What color do you think I should wear?
MC: You know, I've heard from the human world that the color red can make someone look more flattering, and attractive.
*Mammon changing into red in one blink of a sec*
MC: ...
Asmo: Geez Mammon, you're such a try hard, you know?
Mammon: Shaddup!
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Petty mc #4
*everyone playing the guessing game in HOL*
MC: alright guys guess who am I?
Everyone: okay!
MC: *starts to slouch* ""yeah Lilith died because of God , now I'll never forgive humans , even though they have nothing to do with it!!"" *Starts to fake strangle themselves*
Everyone:
MC: alright guess now that was a pretty good acting !
Belphie: *sweating* I don't like this game anymore.....
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Only in a Towel Reversed (HC)
Fandom: Obey Me
Pairing: Demon brothers x gn!Reader
Warning: Suggestive.
Prompt: They walk into your room and see you fresh out of the shower in a towel.
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Mammon
Mammon burst into your room without knocking to show you his latest treasure but stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the breathtaking sight of you.
Mammon stared for a while until he realized he was doing something inappropriate and stuttered a sorry. His cheeks got redder and redder.
As he turned to run out of the room, he nearly ran into the door and lost his balance. But the demon was determined to get away from there before his mind started to create scenes that would cause him discomfort.
Belphie
Belphie lazily walked into your bedroom to take a nap with you or near you. Due to this sleepy state, he didn't think to knock. ANd he also didn't expect you to be in the middle of the room standing in a towel. Suddenly, he felt wide awake.
He grumbled a half-hearted apology with pink cheeks, before walking out of your room.
Belphie pretended that he hadn't seen anything and used his sleepy state as an excuse. But in reality, the image of you in a towel replayed on a loop in his mind.
For the rest, visit my website: Only in a Towel Reversed.
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Belphie headcannons :D
Hmmm, this might take me a sec to think of some lol
Thanks for the ask anon!
Belphie Headcanons
Belphie is a major cuddler
Although he can fall asleep anywhere or time, he falls asleep best when he has something to cuddle with like his pillow or you ;)
Not sure if it's ever made canon but I believe that Belphie has dream related powers
He can walk amoung dreams and manipulate them as he sees fit
He can give almost anyone the nicest of dreams or the absolute worst of nightmares
So if you're ever not sleeping well, don't worry Belphie will know and make sure the next time you sleep that you have good dreams only
If you're stressed, be it from RAD work or it's been a long day in general, Belphie will walk into your room, say nothing, drag you to your bed or the attic, and just lay on top of you
Bit of a brat, he's the youngest brother, what did you except?
He can be very needy, especially when it comes to your attention
Try not to let him always get what he wants
If you always give him what he wants, then the next time that you say no, he'll either not take that for an answer or pester you relentlessly until you say yes
Trust me his pestering will get on your nerves
You may spoil him because he is baby but remember there are times when to tell him no
Although he is the avatar of sloth, he's one of the seven avatars for a reason
If anyone dares try touch or harm his human, they better prepare for a life of torment and constant nightmares
No one messes with his human and gets away with it
He'd ask for cuddles or to nap in your lap as a reward for protecting you
He'd gift you the most comfortable blankets and pillows you've ever felt
A nest of blankets and pillows are where the best cuddles take place
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💋⭐️🌃 - first kiss, stars, midnight.
belphegor × gen!reader. fluff.
no warnings.
content: you sneak up to the human world for a night of stargazing.
back to the 500 follower event: here.
“of all people, how did you manage to convince barbatos to let us up into the human world without telling lucifer?”
“he found a rat in the castle, and i think you can guess what happened next.”
belphie snickered at the implication, trailing not far behind as you snuck through the dark towards your meeting spot with barbatos. “i thought barbatos kept that place too clean for rats to go in.”
“well…” you shot him a sheepish smile. “maybe it didn’t go in by itself.”
“you’re crazy, MC.” the youngest brother shook with laughter, barely able to stop himself just as you reached the clearing.
you ran up to barbatos first, exchanging a few more words before you nodded in agreement and came back to belphie’s side. “we have about six hours up there, and then barbatos will bring us down again.”
“that’s great and all, but you still haven’t even told me what we’re doing.” he eyed your backpack carefully, face twisted in confusion.
“and i told you earlier that it’s a surprise.” you said in a dramatic tone, rolling your eyes at him before waving to barbatos that you were ready.
barbatos gave you a sharp nod, and a second of weightlessness later, you found yourself in an open field. next to you, belphie stumbled around as he tried to gain his balance. when he finally stood steady on his feet, he scanned the field cautiously, gaze switching between you and his surroundings constantly.
eventually, he broke the silence with an awkward cough. “seriously MC, why are we here?”
“because,” you began, zipping your backpack open to reveal a bundle of blankets, “there’s a meteor shower tonight, and i thought you might like to see it.” you tugged the blankets out of your bag, throwing the biggest one out onto the grass so you could spread it out. “give me a hand.”
belphie took a second to move, but slowly started to help you set up. as you pulled another blanket out, belphie gave you a look of bewilderment, reaching to grab your backpack to look inside. “how’d you fit so much in here?” he mumbled, digging inside to grab the two pillows you had thrown in as well.
“tetris,” you hummed.
“... right.” belphie shook his head, not entirely sure what you meant, but accepting the answer anyways.
the sun was low already, leaving only about 20 minutes of daylight left until the sky turned black. you couldn’t see it from behind the line of trees that surrounded the field, but the hues of pink and purple that were strung across the sky gave you an idea about where it was. you left soft music playing from your phone, and few words were exchanged between you and belphie as the sun finally set. the purple infused sky made way for the dark expanse of night, and you watched as the stars began to flicker into existence one by one. you fell back onto the blanket, arms crossed behind your head as you tried to make out the constellations that belphie had taught you about before.
“do you remember?” belphie fell next to you, his hair brushing against your arm as he adjusted himself on the blankets.
after careful consideration, you shook your head, wanting to admit defeat rather than get something wrong. “you taught me a lot, but when i’m actually looking at the real thing, it’s a lot harder to differentiate.”
belphie chuckled softly, a smile gracing his features as he looked up at the sky. “that big one there; cygnus.”
“the swan.”
“so you do remember.”
it was your turn to laugh, swatting lightly at his arm before turning your eyes up again. “what else is there?”
“there’s another bird,” belphie said quietly, pointing up to a different area. “do you remember the name?”
“you’re testing me, and for what?” you scoff in feigned irritation, but wrack your brain for the answer anyway. “that’s the eagle, right?”
the avatar of sloth nodded slowly, and you could feel his movements against your forearm. “but what’s the name?”
with a sigh you threw your arm on top of belphie, slamming across his chest and forcing a wheeze out of him. “i give up.”
belphie poked at your side in retaliation, drawing a surprised yelp out of you as he laughed. “aquila.”
“you’re so annoying.” you heard him mutter a thanks, and you couldn’t stifle your own giggling at the remark. “the meteors should show up soon, i think.”
“i don’t mind waiting, i like just the stars too.” you shifted onto your side, propping yourself up on an elbow as you looked over at belphie. he turned his gaze towards you, stars reflecting like city lights in his gaze. “what is it?”
warmth bloomed into your chest, trailing all the way down to your fingertips. “tell me about the stars again.”
belphie wondered if you knew how flushed your cheeks were; he wondered if you could tell how fast his heart was racing. even the chill of the wind wasn’t strong enough to blow away the heat that settled on his face. “then, let me tell you about cygnus again.”
true to his name, the avatar of sloth spoke so softly that it had you on the verge of dreams. but you were determined to see the meteor shower, so you fought the weight on your eyelids as you waited for a streak of light in the sky. you didn’t know how much time had passed before belphie suddenly sat up and pointed towards the stars. “did you see it?”
and just as he spoke, it appeared again. a flash of light in the dark, extending across the galaxies for you to marvel at. you released a sigh of content, sharing awed whispers with belphie as each meteor left golden strings behind.
a heartbeat of silence passed, and a gentle touch on your shoulders appeared after. belphie laid back down onto the blanket, pulling you up to lay partly on top of him. your head fell onto his shoulder and your arm was thrown across his waist. you relaxed into the embrace, practically melting when you felt belphie thread his fingers through your hair. you all but purred at the touch, leaning even closer as he kept up the action. you stayed like that for a while, only moving when you saw your phone screen light up with the time.
“it’s midnight, belphie. we should make a wish.”
the youngest stole a glance at the time before flipping your phone to face down. “i wish tonight was a bit longer,” he whispered, looking back at the stars.
“i wish i would never forget tonight.”
underneath you, belphie positioned himself so that his face hovered just in front of yours. “what do you say about making that a promise instead?”
you blinked at the proposal, unsure of what the demon was asking. but when belphie pressed his lips onto yours, everything became clear. you were still caught off guard, but when belphie began to pull back, you chased after him, tilting your head to match his and kiss him back properly.
there was a quiet gasp of surprise from belphie before he returned the gesture. his hand found the back of your neck and brought you closer, fingers tangling in your hair as you both deepened the kiss. you were quick to reciprocate, your own hand tracing down his shoulders until they landed on his waist, grip tightening when you started to run out of air. when you both did, you finally separated, chests heaving as your foreheads pressed together. your breaths entwined together in a messy rhythm, warmth spreading over both of your faces as you locked eyes with each other.
“promise me you won’t forget tonight,” belphie exhaled, brushing his nose against yours.
“i don’t think i could forget if i wanted to,” you replied, words hushed, as you chased after his lips one more time.
a/n: grrrahhhh
reblogs are really appreciated (´ω`) ♡
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Hii! I saw your requests were open and I thought I'd give you a hc/fic idea:
The brothers (or whoever you'd like to write for) reacting to Mc using their shampoo/ soap in the shower for whatever reason ^^
I hope this makes sense to you lol, anyways I hope you're having a wonderful day/night, don't push yourself too hard, and drink water!! You can also take any creative liberties you seem fit, or if you decide you don't want to write it I won't be offended ^^
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Thank you so much for the request!! This is absolutely adorable, I hope everything is to your liking, Have a great rest of your day/night !! Genre: fluff Ship: Reader x brothers + Diavolo (individual headcanons) TW: clingy demons, minimal cussing, no use of readers' pronouns, second-person pov
When You Use Their Shampoo
Stepping into the shower, You were greeted with the nice hot/cool water raining from above, Going to start your routine, You reached for your shampoo bottle only to find it empty! Looking around you spotted his shampoo and conditioner, surely he wouldn’t mind… right?
Lucifer
100% smells it on you no matter how little you used
Won’t tease you in public but as soon as ya’ll are alone? Ho ho, he’ll never shut up about it
Smug, the definition of smug
You had to go and inflate the ego of The Lord of Pride even more
Very possessive afterwards
Congrats, You know have a scary guard dog demon!
Mammon
He probably wouldn’t even really notice at first
He’d probably compliment how good you smell, Then would slowly realize…
Great, Now he's yelling gibberish while his face slowly gets redder and redder
“You’re gonna give me a heart attack, don’t do that to me!” But will become very clingy
If you say his shampoo smells good, he may lose his mind.
“Well of course ya wanted to smell Like the great Mammon!”
Levi
Poor awkward nerd
He never saw this coming
I think he would realize you used his shampoo but won’t say anything
Flustered to the max
You have broken him
Levi.404 has stopped working, please reset.
After like the third day, You’re gonna have to bring it up
Secretly really likes it, Won’t tell you that though
Satan
I think he is very picky about scents so he knows as soon as you walk into the room
A little bit of a tease, asking if you were trying out a new shampoo
Smug 2.0
He would tease you a little bit around the others but not bad
He would flood you with compliments, You using his shampoo would make him very lovey-dovey
Expect him to ask for ya’ll to just use the same stuff from now on
Asmo
Oh honey, he knows.
He knew before you even got out of the shower.
But that doesn't mean he's any less excited!
Better plug your ears because he will let out the loudest squeal known to mankind
Seriously, Lucifer may come and check on ya’ll helicopter mom
Asks what you do and don’t like about it
He just wants you to feel as fantastic as he does when using it
Everyone will know you used his shampoo, He brings it up in every conversation
Would also 100% ask you to use his bath products 24/7
Beel
Now Beel has never been really into insane products like Asmo or Luci
So he may not really recognize it at first
If you decide to tell him, This man will become a happy demon puddle
He’ll give you a big smile and tell you you’re free to use any of his stuff at anytime
We don’t deserve Beel
Will bury his face into your hair and just stay there
Takes you out to Hell’s kitchen that night just because he loves you so much
Belphie
Oh this little shit
Tease! He won’t quit bragging!!
Smug 3.0
Such a brat about it too, He won’t let anybody near you, Well of course he’d let Beel, but who wouldn't?
He has practically locked you up in the attic with him
Why go outside when ya’ll can cuddle?
Diavolo
Has really expensive products
He may even have a custom scent
If so, He’ll know instantly that you’ve used his shampoo
He’ll bring it up with a large grin on his face
When you confirm his suspicions, he’ll just laugh
He’s so happy ya’ll are close enough to share things like that, You have no idea!
He may make a sly comment to Barbatos or Lucifer just because he’s a little possessive
Will follow you around like a lost puppy, Now Barbatos is mad at you because even less of his work is done
He can’t help it! He just loves you!
Will be the third on my list to offer ya’ll to just share bath products
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imagine showing any of the celestials that stupid little illusion that makes it look like youre pulling your thumb off and they all collectively lose their SHIT. like freaking out, yelling at solomon for teaching you dangerous magic, asking why youd ever do such a stupid thing, only for you to put it back and theyre just so baffled. once its been explained, diavolo and mammon would be enamoured, begging you to show them the trick behind it.
by extension. telling one of them youve "got their nose" and running off, only for them to chase after you and demand for it back. luke just straight up bursts into tears.
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