#obmswd belphie x reader

[l3viat8an]

Thinkin’ about more cowboy!au but with Belphie

Lil bit more nsfw this time

Belphie groans as he jolts awake, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He glances up at you through half-lidded eyes and grumbles. "What do ya want? Can't a guy take a damn nap around here?"

He sits up and stretches, before settling back into the pile of blankets. He looks up at you and tilts his head to the side slightly, a small smirk on his face, when he see you getting ready to saddle your horse. "Or did ya come to ride me instead of yer horse again?" (cuz ofc he’s sleeping in the horse barn lol)

“Belphie shut up!” You turn away from the horse and are about to walk over and slap him (never hard and he’ll catch your hand before you can, but you always try) but instead you just shake your head and turn away again. “Aww, c’mon now sweetheart. Yer always so sweet to Beel and so mean ta me.”

Belphie stops talking for a second and then you can hear a light chuckle, so you look back over at him asking, “What? What are you thinking about now?” “Well, yer always so mean ta me until yer underneath me with those pretty little tears in yer eyes.”

The smirk never left his lips and he obviously enjoyed watching you turn red, “Belphie just shut up!” you shout and he finally stands up.

Making his way towards you, “Make me sweetheart~”

Cowboy! Beel here

[5mary5]

HUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH?!

OOÒOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSJDNSKXNDKDN

[sphireath-wisp]

#Picture Perfect

Sypnosis: Where do they keep pictures/polaroids of you (and them)?

Warnings: Not proofread, reader admits that there were times they felt insecure at Levi's, morally grey reader(?), Mammon's section kind of derails from main topic, posessive/jealous Levi, possible mischaracterization because I haven't played in a long time

Featuring: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x GN! reader

LUCIFER... who keeps pictures of you safe in his wallet. Honestly... it's not the most flattering picture of you, but he likes it a fair bit. It reminds him of the times when he used to think of you as just "the human exchange student" and not "(Name), our family."

The picture - taken by the RAD newspaper club - shows you being introduced to the whole school as the new exchange student. You look completely unamused. If his memory serves him correctly, you had no sleep last night since Mammon was unaware of the human cardiac cycle and how you needed sleep everyday. Your hands were clasped in front of you and you were sort of glaring at him from where you were standing.

He was confidently giving his speech, face neutral and completely unaware of the eyes burning holes into his back. In fact, it only garnered more attention because you had the guts to glare at the third most powerful demon in all of Devildom in such a way. It probably slipped your mind then that he had the power to snap your neck in half.

He kept it in his wallet as a reminder to warn you about controlling yourself. It'd be especially bad for his image if the human he was taking care of had the nerve to glare at Diavolo like that. Though, he never really found the time. It slipped his mind all the time simply because you never glared at any of his brothers in that way as more and more time passed.

You were unreasonably kind, he realised.

Occasionally, Mammon will attempt to steal his wallet and gets the shock of his life when he sees a photo of you by his debit card. You look absolutely horrible and... man! Mammon won't be letting Lucifer off the hook anytime soon - or rather, it's the other way around now that Lucifer has Mammon strung upside down by Cerberus as a personal piñata.

MAMMON... the mastermind, and you, his partner-in-crime. News spreads like wildfire in devildom. With the amount of havoc that he imprints with his every step, it's natural that cameramen have a tendency to tail him when things get dry or mundane.

Poor you. You're always caught his trouble and plastered as his accomplice to the point where you've gained quite the notorious name around Devildom.

In the past when Mammon went missing, Lucifer found that there was a much more effective way to find the Avatar of Greed without lifting a finger. Rather than putting up missing posters, bounties were placed on Mammon's head - it ranged from $100,000 grimm to millions depending on Lucifer's mood. If someone did ever find the demon, they would receive the allocated amount of course. However, Mammon rivals no one at speed, the only person who would have him on a leash would be Lucifer.

Since you're always stringed along with Mammon during his schemes, Asmodeus jokingly decided to submit a stunning photo of you to RAD's newspaper club with a bounty of infinity. It went completely viral! You can't imagine how shocked everyone was to see a human's bounty in Devildom, wanted (alive) in all of the three realms and the top "criminal" in hell.

As an inside joke between the brothers, anyone who brings you back to the HOL requires at least 20,000 grimm or some form of payment if another brother wants to hang out with you (Beel gets paid the most, Levi is the top-payer). You were certainly surprised when Satan snatched you away when Mammon's back was turned to you. He returned you back to HOL, amused when Asmo actually gave Satan some spare Grimm. Asmo would insist on painting your nails, plopping you down on his bed as Satan decides that he also needed some personal time with you as an extra reward for bringing you back.

Now, Mammon has your bounty in his room as a reminder that he has the most precious treasure in the three realms with him, the person whose worth exceeds any countable number, you.

LEVIATHAN... who can be camera-shy sometimes and totally gets it if you feel the same way. Sometimes, he just doesn't feel that sure of himself and he realises you more in common with him than he expected when you admit that you'll occasionally feel that way too.

Most of the pictures he has of you two are faceless except for the really special occasions and he doesn't actually own physical copies of the pictures like his brothers. He keeps them safe in an folder on his gaming computer and he references them whenever he wants to add a custom character (you) into a new game.

Sure, it may seem a little creepy to have a collection of photos of someone else on your computer, yes I can see how that can play out. However, Levi really doesn't mean harm. Most of his pictures there are actually in-game moments with you.

Finally beat a really difficult boss together? Finished a game in record timing? Screenshotting that! That's gonna be stored in the folder for memory's sake. In reality, he has way more videos than photos of you and him together than anything. You once recorded how long he can yap about his recent hyper fixation and, safe to say, you completely underestimated him.

He has videos of both of your live reactions to a new anime opening song, definitely treats it like a stream and pretends that he's talking to an audience with you.

Levi does stream quite often and you usually get featured as his special guest, but you have to understand that you're working with the Avatar of Envy, sweetheart. He definitely found it a little upsetting when you saw Beel type in chat that he's saving extra food for you in the fridge. You rushed down immediately and when you left, he ended the stream without hesitation.

He's keeping his photos and videos of you to himself from now on. No more streaming with you.

SATAN... prefers miscellaneous photos of you. Caught off-guard, mouth agape and lips curled into a smile he's so used to cherishing that it's become second nature. It highlights your imperfections, yes, but he only grows more fond of it if it's you.

Ironically, it seems more humane to see you in that way - cupcake batter all over your face as you bake, a maple leaf stuck in your hair as autumn arrives in Devildom. It reminds him that, "hey, I'm still your human no matter how perfect I seem." It reassures him that you're still the human that tripped over his books on multiple occasions, never learning your lesson.

You seemed unreachable to him in the way that he feels like he doesn't really deserve you. A romantic, heartfelt kiss or soft whispers of comfort by the shell of his ear would ease the doubt in his heart. However, Satan has learned that looking at these genuine, authentic photos of you is quite effective as well.

Unfiltered, raw, even the borderline unsightly and vulgar version of you, it's nice in its own unique way. That's the way Satan was created - unsightly, bloody, horrid. Of course, it doesn't mean he sees you in a negative light, but seeing your imperfect sides... makes you feel a little less far from him somehow.

Past all of the charming smiles and gentlemanly demeanour is someone who isn't as perfect as he'd like to seem. You'd be able to understand him with all the impurities plaguing him, right? You'd still hug him and let his claws dig into the skin of your back? You'd forgive him?

"So what?" and with two words, he was completely appalled by the simplicity of your answer. In any case, your bluntness could be interpreted as rudeness. He'd be fuming at how lightly you're treating his issues. But, that's just how little you care about flaws.

Satan laughs. A weight lifts off his shoulders and he feels... relieved. Visit him tonight, won't you? He can finally admit to someone how hard it's been to master his wrath all alone.

ASMODEUS... who dedicates his own Devilgram as not only a memory of his best moments but also your best moments. And, oh my, did his fans love you.

When he first featured you, he actually received a little hate (he couldn't give two fucks) due to how controversial of a topic you were at first. Funnily enough, the puny human he calls family today gained him a lot of traction of Devilgram, especially after you became a hot topic once you formed your first pact with Mammon.

From behind the scenes, he'd keep his followers updated on you and the hot water you'd find yourself in, eating his popcorn with a grin and posting. The more he posted about you, the more his fans started appreciating how brave you actually were for a human.

You had a Devilgram of your own, but you rarely posted there since your first few months in Devildom were spent wisely on adjusting to the HOL. Your (unknown) admirers were getting their daily scraps of you through Asmo.

Asmo would realise sooner or later that having both you and him in a picture is the formula for a guaranteed successful post. The Avatar of Lust and a human (demons are literally TEMPTED to have their soul; it's described as a JEWEL) in one photo?! Oh shit, blow the whole roof off because it was a massive hit. (Trendsetter MC and Asmo!??!)

As for Asmo, he loves that his darling is also receiving the love and attention they deserve. In fact, he wholeheartedly supports you with every fibre of his being. He's your biggest fan and you're his.

Plus, his Devilgram is the perfect outlet to shock his brothers. He once posted a picture of himself by your side on his bed. He grins at the camera, showing off his smeared lipstick as your face is dotted with kiss marks.

Disappointingly, it got reported and taken down in an hour or so. (That doesn't mean he doesn't have the photo)

BEELZEBUB... sticks that family picture on the fridge with a magnet. Yeah, he could totally hang it at the entrance by the stairs. Sure, he could frame it up. Yet, it's more homey having it somewhere he always visits and looks at.

Additionally, when Beel's hunger gets the best of him, the picture on the fridge forces him to remember if he has any delegated tasks today. "Oh yeah, Satan wanted some help picking up books from the library today, something about a book sale." "Belphie told me his pillow had a hole in it; I better get him a new one after visiting Hell's Kitchen."

At times when the whole family isn't home, having the picture also serves as a mental checklist! "Oh yeah, MC hasn't eaten dinner yet. Better get them something." "Lucifer wanted another cup of black coffee I think, I'll get him a snack just in case." Making sure everyone is eating well is really important to him because of his own appetite. He hates how empty it feels being hungry, why would he ever put any of his family members through that kind of torture?

Furthermore, he feels a little guilty for always eating so much. Ensuring that everyone has eaten is a role that he's assigned for himself.

It's something the whole family values, but it's especially special for Beel. When he goes on a hunger rampage and tears the kitchen up from wall to wall, if there's any damage done to the photo... you can expect a lot of apologies. (Lucifer has to schedule another time for a family photo to cheer him up asap)

He still has an old photo of the whole family without you actually - it leaves a bittersweet feeling to throw out any kind of precious photo. Yet, the more he looks at it, the more it feels incomplete without you in the picture.

Huh, you know what? He'll search for you right now to grab something from Hell's Kitchen. Nothing much, he just wants to check up on you and get his 80 plates of cheeseburgers.

BELPHEGOR... who has a silver locket of you, him, and Beel on him at all times. It's convenient, lightweight, portable, and silver looks good on him according to Asmo.

Whenever he feels like he misses you or Beel (or both), opening up the locket solves 50% of his problems. However, it's not like he can hug the locket to sleep and bury his face into its shoulder. It's not as if the locket can carry him when his legs feel sore. All he can really do is hold it to his heart and shoot you/Beel a text.

Still, he does feel a little more relieved to see the photo. Whenever that rotting feeling of loneliness gets to him, one look at his locket reminds him that, "Hey, I still have them." It does ease his doubts, but we both know he'd never admit that openly.

Pressing the cold silver against his lips also became a habit he developed soon after getting the locket. Belphie... has chapped lips since he's always asleep and never drinking water. The cold feeling kind of distracts him from that uncomfortable feeling - it's much less effort than going all the way downstairs, grabbing a glass from the pantry, pouring water from a jug into it.... you know the drill.

Both you and Beel have one as well, but you don't wear it as often since Asmo loves to accessorize you with all sorts of new jewellery to try on. Beel wears it yeah, but it's usually off when he's eating - which is most of the time - since oil and grease are super obvious on silver stuff and it pains him to get something so precious dirty.

The other brothers are actually grateful he has the locket despite the initial jealousy. Belphie has his fair share of tantrums and everyone knows how younger, spoiled siblings can be when something pisses them off. The brothers have to try and baby him, which only ticks him off further. One peek at the locket when you or Beel aren't around and suddenly, it's like he's a new person - back to normal in a flash.

It saved Mammon's face a good punch when he accidently stepped on Belphie's foot at the planeterium while he was sleeping.

Taglist: Empty :(

[scorchingbread]

Barbatos knows

Cw: afab!mc, pregnancy, mc x demon brothers (not all at once, just any one of them apply)

Imagine since Barbatos can see into the future he probably knows before anyone else that mc is pregnant with one of the demon brothers' kid. So he's stopping by the house of lamentation more keeping his eye on them. Also him fussing at the brothers when seeing mc work because "surely you're capable enough to clean this yourself, why make mc do it for you?" And everyone's just confused because normally he trusts mc more to do the work, even if it isn't an unfair statement.

[topzsun]

ONE; TO THE RAGE THAT FEEDS

── ♡ BELPHEGOR

in which you make your first biggest mistake.

If emulating the average high school experience is the direction Diavolo wanted to take for RAD, he deserves a round of applause. Truly, there was no place like in the Devildom where you could be twenty-three years old but feel like a fifteen-year-old teenager with a ‘kick me!’ sign stuck to your back. You felt like a fish out of water, unlike your… egregious housemates.

You organised the demon brothers into two categories. One, those who pretended like you didn’t exist. Two, who would seek you out for self-serving reasons and even that time is spent barely tolerating your existence. Leviathan, Satan and Beelzebub fell into the first category. Lucifer, Mammon and Asmodeos fall under the latter. They were all pricks, but it felt easier learning how to deal with them once you begin to understand the relationship (or lack thereof) you have with them. The only demon you couldn’t put into a box was Belphegor. His sheer dickheadedness couldn’t be grasped by either label, entirely deserving of a category solely for him. Anytime that isn’t spent treating you like a bug, it’s him reciting vague threats over your life just to solidify the fact his greatest joy will come from you dropping dead at his feet. As Mammon had warned you on your first day, there was only one thing holding him back from killing you and committing the ultimate treason against Diavolo and that is leaving Beelzebub on his own. Not keen on testing Belphegor’s very limited patience, you take the warning seriously and avoid running into him at all costs.

In short, you were in a devil-made prison all thanks to the whims of a prince who believes tossing a defenceless human into a crowd of homicidal degenerates counts for peace.

Your saving grace came in the form of Simeon, oddly enough. It’s not like you were particularly close to him. He reminded you of university friends you’ve had, where you guys would chatter it up during classes and never speak to each other outside of it. He doesn’t divulge the details of his life and never asks for yours either, only present enough to remind you there is someone around to ask how you found breakfast today and if you were enjoying the weather. The distant kindness of an angel, and it’s a cruel form of kindness.

Regardless of your friendship(?) with Simeon, you still sit on your lonesome during lunch. The brothers were jerks, and they were also jerks who liked asserting their authority around the school. They have a table, a large unmissable centrepiece, reserved specifically for them. The surrounding seats have to be vacant, because they didn’t like eating so close to lesser demons. Your seating, assigned by Lucifer himself, was one of the many unoccupied tables next to his brothers. Close enough they can keep an eye on you if anyone tries anything underhanded, but far enough that there is a distinction between them and you. As much as the haughty tone bothered you, Lucifer had an aggravating point. His brothers either blow a gasket about being associated with you, or you risk getting your soul devoured by taking a risk just to have the freedom to sit where you like in the cafeteria. So you sit at your lonesome with nothing to entertain you aside from biting into your dry, human-world sandwich.

Until, finally, lady luck decides to remind you that it has not forgotten you.

You do not notice the body that slides to the seat next to you until you feel something knock against your knee and you abruptly look up out of instinct. It’s a demoness, and the first thing that draws your attention is their green hair cut choppily in a way you think only people in the Devildom can pull off. There is an impish smile on their lips; mischievous but not malicious. However, their arrival is enough to trigger the attention of the table next to you, and you don’t even pay attention to how their chatter has died down to look at the scene in front of them.

“Hi. Human exchange student?” It’s a blunt greeting and a blunt question, and you dumbly nod, stuck mid-bite on a particularly hard piece of lettuce. History will tell you to ignore them, or immediately make a run for it because giving any demon an inch will invite them to take a mile. Yet, something about their relaxed demeanour makes you crave the idea that maybe, you are being approached for reasons as simple as boredom or company.

“I saw your bag. Cute keychains,” They vaguely gesture to the dangle of printed mascots and colour metal looped around the strap of your messenger bag. It was an impulsive purchase you made when you accompanied Lucifer on a very rare shopping trip. It was his idea after Diavolo had invited you over for tea and you couldn’t respond to basic questions about the Devildom, second-hand embarrassment forcing his hand. Enrichment time, he dubbed it, as if you were some kind of dog.

“Oh, thank you,” You reply, offering a practised smile in the hopes they realise you were at least sincere about your gratitude. They match you, with a little less teeth this time and you feel irrationally elated that you’re finally making conversation with someone who didn’t want to outright murder you, or isn’t a divine being born from goodness itself. You go to ask them a question to continue the small talk until the feeling of something burning the side of your head stops you. You turn to notice the unimpressed, very agitated expressions of Satan, Mammon and Asmodeus, their other brothers seemingly missing.

“Interesting…,” It’s surprisingly Satan who cuts in. The book he had been reading is set down, and the glare he sends with his emerald eyes is piercing. Even though he was speaking to the person next to you, it feels like his ire is also directed at you. “I didn’t realise we established a rule that vermin can sit so casually around us.”

You stiffen, your jaw unhinging from the sudden, unnecessary show of cruelty. They weren’t even sitting with them, the demon is sitting with you. Why is that any of their business? You reel your courage, about to respond with a biting reply you’ll surely regret later until something shuffles beside you.

“I apologise for my insolence, m’lord,” You watch with wide eyes as the demon gets up from their seat, directing a low bow to the brothers at the table. “It’s unpardonable of me.”

Your protests die at your tongue when Satan merely replies to them with a scoff, and they walk away without a second glance. Once your shock dies down, anger simmers into your stomach, your throat constricting as if there was rock lodged in there. Your nails grip onto the fabric of your uniform tights, hands trembling. Your mind is muddled with a rush of pessimism and hatred, you can’t wrap your head around what kind of kick these brothers get from pushing you around and controlling everything you do. You felt like an animal, picked for them to drag around everywhere and monopolising every aspect of your life. You were tired. You were tired.

“Are you happy?” You can’t stop the words as they flow out, even though you should’ve. You really should’ve. “They were just being nice to me and you—! God, I hate all of you!”

You’re too beside yourself to notice Mammon stiffening up, or how Asmodeous’ lips quirk up in mild amusement. It’s only Satan who manages to meet you with a response, a snarled “What did you say to me?” sitting on the tip of his tongue but you’ve already rushed out of the cafeteria in a whirlwind, your half-eaten sandwich left abandoned on its tray.

“That idiot,” Mammon breaks the silence with a click of his teeth, going back to shovelling his lunch by the spoonful while his pink-haired brother’s face contorts in disdain at his open-mouthed chewing. Satan doesn’t answer, picking his book back from the table with suddenly sharpened fingers, a small glimpse that he had been on the verge of transforming. Despite him digging his nose back into the novel, Asmodeus knows better than anyone that with his eyes glazed over, Satan is doing anything but reading. You’ve worked him up to quite a frenzy with your audacity. Humans are so predictable, in their happiness and sadness. It’s always the same song and dance. However, Asmodeus can already sense the incoming falling out that will happen once they are back at home, and feels a sudden sting of excitement. Finally, the type of drama he needed to soothe his boredom since his favourite succubus had suddenly stopped responding to him. He opens up his D.D.D with quick taps of his manicured fingers, scrolling to a contact he thinks would appreciate this gossip.

asmobby: omg belphs guess wht hppned xxx

[moodyhaaze]

❛ when you run into your ex… ❜ pt2 — younger bros

synopsis. it’s been years since you’ve seen your ex. but on an excursion to your hometown in the human world with your boy, you run into them…

tags. headcanon | slightly NSFW | gn!mc

< part 1 - older bros | part 3 - dateables >

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— 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

I think would be pretty stoic about it because he knows you’re his. Doesn’t feel the need to even spare a glance at your ex… Until they do something stupid like approach you and place a hand on your arm. Then Satan is stood between the two of you telling them to fuck off. He gets pretty mad pretty quickly, saying things like “Touch them again and you’re dead!” while his horns begin to peak through his hair. It takes all of your strength and persuasive abilities to convince Satan to leave with you, but you’re finally able to get out of there with no bloodshed. Once you’re home Satan drags you to his room, pressing you against his bookshelves smothering you with kisses. “I won’t let them touch you again. Only I’m allowed to touch you. Tell me, tell me only I’m allowed to touch you…” Proceeds to plow you until you’re numb and can only think of him.

— 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎

just laughs. He keeps looking them up and down and can’t help but laugh. “This—” he says, pointing his finger at them, “This is your ex? Look at them, absolutely horrendous!” Asmo’s really playing it up, though, only because he’s actually incredibly pissed and doesn’t want to show it. He knows it’s a waste of time to get into an altercation because there’s better things to do with his time, but the longer he looks at them, the angrier he gets. “I can’t believe they had their filthy hands all over my precious darling. How disgusting,” He mumbles through gritted teeth. It’s rare to see Asmo worked up like this, but it’s oh so hot when he is. But to spare the bloodshed, you grab his hand and pull him the opposite direction. The look on his face is still pretty serious as you’re walking away, so you ask him if he’s okay. “Oh, of course I’m fine!” At least it seems he’s back to his normal bubbly self, “But I want us to stop by the shops and pick out a new lipstick for me. I want the prettiest shade we can find! Because tonight I’m going to be marking what’s mine.” His last few words spill with a certain venom that make a heat grow between your thighs. Asmo’s not letting you out of his sight today.

— 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋

couldn’t care less. Honestly. He is yours and you are is, he knows this and that’s enough for him. I think the only problem that could arise is if your ex tried to touch you. Then, all hell breaks loose. Other than that, he’s chill, though he really doesn’t want you talking to them nor does he want to. Beel won’t admit this, but what bothers him the most is the thought of somebody else having previously been intimate with you. But that just means he needs to make sure you never want to be with anyone else ever again. “Babe, I’m hungry,” Beel says, grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you the opposite direction the two of you were walking. You insist on continuing the way you were already headed, mentioning the countless restaurants and food stands on the way. “No, I said I’m hungry.” Get ready to have your legs shaking and mind go numb for the next few hours.

— 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄

is possessive and isn’t afraid to show it. He’s too tired for theatrics like some of his brothers, so he keeps his hatred a little more low key. Like Beel, Belphie knows that you two belong together, so he has no fear of a past lover coming to sweep you away. So instead of wasting time with a brawl, an argument, or a grand show, Belphie simply grabs your arm and tugs you away as he shoots a deathly glare at your ex. You explain to him that it was rude to abruptly rip you away from your conversation, but Belphie shoots back, “So what? Why waste your time with them? We’re going home.” You try to argue but Belphie simply ignores you and continues to drag you back to the House. Once inside, your brought to the attic and guided towards the bed where Belphie barely gives you enough time to kick your shoes off before throwing himself over you for an impromptu nap. You shout at him to at least let you get comfortable, but he instead nuzzles into you, his arms snaked around your shoulders possessively. “You’re mine. You don’t get to waste our time together on your ex. We’re staying here in bed until I feel like you understand.” You figured that was the end of it, until you felt something hard against your thigh.

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© moodyhaaze | 07•10•23 — do not repost, modify, plagiarize, or translate my writings. likes + reblogs appreciated.

cross posted to ao3.

[akurui-shizen7]

Beel: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Belphie: The car takes a screenshot.

[MC]: For the last time, get the fuck out.

[ohbaby-obaeme]

ungodly screeching- part 2

hello hello!! i have returned with the younger bros version. i hope you enjoy, and if you did, please drop a follow and a reblog! (psst if you can't tell from satan's section, im a huge kpop stan and my inbox and dms are always open to chat)

Satan:

he wasn’t sleeping either, absorbed in the newest edition of Nightlock Sholmes’ mysteries. He was just getting to the end of Nightlock’s monologue on his deductions of the tea museum and was about to declare the culprit responsible for killing the museum’s head teamaker, when suddenly- “AUUUAAAHHH YEAH YEAH EYAH YEAH”

his head turned to the source of the abrupt noise, pupils alarmed, then irate when he realized that no, these weren’t screams of fear (he’s heard enough in his lifetime to differentiate, seeing as he’s caused all of them), but screams of…. something? something that definitely wasn’t fear, and therefore something that wouldn’t have any excuse to be so loud.

a rage that he was well supplied with rose to his throat, burning his veins and making his skin crawl with irritation. without even needing to look at the clock buried behind the tower of books on his nightstand, he knew it was way too late for anyone to make him deal with this.

after a few seconds of breathing in through his nose, he sprung up from his armchair, Nightlock Sholmes abandoned for the time being; the teamaker’s killer given a few more minutes before their inevitable unmasking. every step was a feat, an immense effort to contain the wrath clawing its way out of his chest. but satan was nothing if not a master of control, and so he managed to make his way over to your room, teeth clenched together as he all but knocks holes into your door.

from the inside, he could hear the screaming stop, the music shut off, and your heart rate rising. you’re scared. you should be.

the door cracks open a sliver, and your eye peeks through. the sliver widens when you realize it isn’t lucifer or asmo (he could be worse than satan when his beauty sleep was interrupted) and you let out a breath. as if he wasn’t the literal avatar of wrath, most feared by the denizens of hell for his temper and violent outbursts, you flash him the most adorable smile and ask “what’s up tantan?”

satan’s…confused. on one hand, he feels vaguely insulted that you aren’t scared to find him fully pissed off at your door in the middle of the night. on the other, it melts his fiery little heart to see you flash him that smile; to not be scared of him no matter how he may appear; to know that you put that much trust in him, enough to know that even if he was angry, he would never harm you. he chooses to focus on the other hand.

a huff escapes his lips. “what are you doing?” is all he’s allowed to ask before you pull him into your room.

“have i told you yet about bts? i don’t think i have. it’s been a while since i’ve listened to human world music, what with all the student council work and using my ddd and never my phone, but!! i was just about to go to sleep today when a human song got stuck in my head, and i needed to, like needed to listen to it again!! and so i did, and then i saw another song that i recognized and another and another and soon enough i was falling down the kpop rabbithole all over again!! im sorry if i woke you but now that you’re here, wanna listen to serendipity? it’s so your style- OH WAIT STILL WITH YOU!!! THAT ONE’S GREAT LET’S-”

he’s definitely lost, but as he lies on your bed, shoulder to shoulder with you humming along next to him, he thinks maybe this isn’t so bad. maybe Nightlock Sholmes can wait for tomorrow. for now, as he stares at you smiling over the rain sounds, slowly moving to the song’s melody, he thinks “yeah. this definitely isn’t so bad.”

Asmodeus:

he was having such a pleasant dream. there was a zombie apocalypse, but instead of zombies, it was him. an asmo apocalypse. no one bit each other and there was no gross bleeding or spilling of brains, just beauty all around. a myriad of breathtaking people, all looking into mirrors or each others’ eyes and sighing dreamily, enamoured smiles on each set of lips.

the smile on his sleepy lips was, however, rudely interrupted by your shrieking. like a banshee.

the asmos in his dream suddenly explode one by one, each opening their mouth and your voice filtering through. he runs to them to try and save them, but it is always too late. all that is left when he comes to is slight tinnitus and your annoying voice still going.

he feels himself sour faster than yogurt mixed with lime juice. you wanted to die today, hm? well, he’s nice enough to make your wish come true!

fuming all the way to your door, he knocks 3 times forcefully. honestly, what were you even doing up? it was 3:23 in the morning! he knows because he wanted to pronounce a time of death when he wrangled your throat like a wet rag. you don’t mess with asmo’s beauty sleep and get off easy. didn’t you know that around midnight was the time when your skin cells were repaired? it’s bad enough that you’d be doing this to yourself, don’t do it to him!

you, of course, don’t notice his knocking, swaying instead to the song playing in your headphones. eventually, his patience runs out, and the aura of rage he emits forces the door open all on its own. feeling a searing glare on the back of your neck, you turn and almost scream yourself into a heart attack.

there he stood, the jewel of the heavens, asmodeus, the avatar of lust (and self-proclaimed beauty) himself, in a fluffy white robe with the most murderous look you’d seen on anyone. yes, even more murderous than on satan and lucifer. the mask he’d put on before bed was all dry now but still stuck to his face like a second skin, pronouncing his eye bags and a slight bump on his forehead. shit. if he’d gotten a pimple because of you, you might as well have smacked lucifer’s butt and called him cute, because you were about to d i e.

but you weren’t MC for nothing. quick thinking was your forte, your key to survival down here.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH- ah, hey asmo! you must’ve been pretty surprised to hear me singing now, huh? well i gotta tell ya- it’s all because of you!”

he stayed silent but cocked his head the tiniest bit to the side- a sign that he was listening.

“yeah! so- i wanted to listen to something really nice before i went to bed, and i thought, ‘hey! why not listen to pomade?’ since it’s so so good, and your vocals make you sound like an angel, and the beat is so catchy, and the entire thing just makes me feel like you’re right next to me-”

his aura had more or less vanished now, a fond smile on his lips once again

“and yeah, that’s how it started out hehe. but before i could stop it, another song autoplayed after yours and another after that, and since your song put me in such a good mood, i guess i kept on going. i’ll stop now-”

he rushed towards you and swooped you into his arms. “oh MC, you are such a darling! of course you love my song, it’s the best, isn’t it? it just makes you want to dance, doesn’t it? ne, how would you like to hear a live version right now? i’m so perfect i can sing even though i just woke up! don’t you think that just adds to my already overflowing beauty?”

you’re trapped in his arms, so you can do nothing but nod as he rambles on. well, you suppose it is a fair price to pay for waking him up and not facing the fury of the scorpion.

really, you’re just thanking his father that he hadn’t noticed the (quite big) pimple forming on his forehead yet. hopefully when he does, you could blame it on mammon or something.

Beel:

he was in the kitchen when your wailing began, stuffing Madame Scream’s special macaroons into his mouth while still asleep. yeah. ladies, gentlemen, and everyone outside and in between, you’ve heard of sleep-walking, you’ve heard of sleep-talking, but now, get ready forrrrr…. sleep-eating!

mans was literally dreaming about pastries while he was stuffing them in his mouth. the sheer capacity. terrifying tbh

now, your shrieking slowly opened his eyes, and he looked around blearily for a few seconds, trying to realize where he was, what he was doing, and even WHO he was. it was a deeeep sleep he was in.

when he did recollect all that though, and his slumber-fogged brain did register your yelling, he didn’t react. all he could think of was: “oh, MC’s awake.”

precious boy 🥺

never one to turn down your company, he gathers as much food from the fridge and cabinet as his muscled arms could carry, and began trudging down to your room, eyes still half-lidded.

a soft knock resounds from your door and when you turn your head to see who it is, you find a sleepy ginger-haired food thief peeking his head in, and smiling.

“Beel! what are you doing up?”

he suppresses a yawn. “Hi MC. i was sleep-eating i guess, when i heard you singing. can i stay in your room for a while?”

you nodded, watching as he settled into your bed, sitting at attention and ready to hear your ‘serenades’ again. the mountain of snacks he brought along threatens to spill from your bed, but they’re being devoured faster than you could tell him to be careful so, he’s got it you guess.

and what a weird assortment it is. “licorice dipped in mayo?” he asks, big doe eyes blinking at you. it almost makes you want to say yes. almost.

“no thanks beel.” you’re just about to start singing again when you realize. “hey, how’d you get into the fridge? i was in the kitchen earlier tonight when lucifer quadruple-padlocked it.”

he stares blankly at you for a second. “oh, i guess that’s where the hole in the kitchen wall came from.”

damn. you made a mental note to NEVER get between a hungry beel and his food.

Belphie:

he was not asleep, fortunately for you. even lucifer shies away from waking up belphie, always passing on the responsibility to beel. there’s a reason why lmao

you were spared from a repeat of lesson 16, rather being graced by a painfully awake cow staring at you through a crack in your door.

sometimes belphie experiences something close to the opposite of sleep debt, where the hours he’s actually supposed to be awake have accumulated and forbid him from sleeping. and so he begrudgingly walks the land of the living, though you can tell from his gait he’d much rather be asleep.

when this happens, he takes to roaming the halls like a ghost who died a mournful death. quietly sweeping across the halls, taking his time to observe any changes made to the house since the last time he’d been in awake-debt. he likes to gaze at the paintings, especially the cursed ones. they seem to take on a new shine in the darkest hours of the devildom, the serenity aided by the fact that not a single thing ever stirs. or so he thought

he supposes he hadn’t been in awake-debt since you came to the house. he’d been sleeping less and less, secretly putting off his sin to spend more time with you. and he decided that’s just what he was going to do now, where none of his brothers would disturb him.

you don’t notice that he’s in your room until he’s standing a literal inch away from your dancing body, until you feel the huff of his breath on the side of your neck when he asks “what are you doing?”

only 2 seconds of the blood-curling scream you let out makes its way around the walls before his hand clamps around your mouth.

“tsk, do you want to get caught by lucifer?” when you shake your head slowly, he smiles. “i’m going to take my hand off now. no more screaming, okay?” you nod, and he has to hold himself back from squishing your cheeks while he’s at it.

he lets you go only for you to spin around and glare at him. “asshole” you huff, hand on your chest to try and calm your still-racing heart. he proves his rightful claim on the title of ‘youngest’ when he has the audacity to laugh at you. he jumps onto your bed and makes himself at home, a shit-eating grin in response to your glare still burning holes through his skull.

“well? continue your awful singing, if you could even call it that” he swiftly dodges a pillow you threw at his head.

“asshole” you mutter under your breath, but clamber under the covers with him anyway. yeah, he may be a brat, but who made him one?

you

[l3viat8an]

yeah i'll ride cowboy belphie like a horse but i'll also milk him like a cow until he's crying

Nsfw content MDNI

And Belphie would love it~

Looking up at you with his cheeks flushed red, tears running down his face, body trembling as he cums for the nth time.

Soft moans turning into sobs of pleasure. As his back arched, his body tensing up before finally relaxing in exhaustion as he catches his breath.

"See… ya... yer so cruel..." he says softly, his eyes drifting closed in the aftermath of his orgasm. "But... I can't deny that it always feels so damn good..."

[5mary5]

Female mc visits the gynecologist

Obgyn:so are you sexually active?

Mc: yes

Obgyn: are you on birth control?

Mc: no

Obgyn: *looking at the 7 men that came with her for support 🤨* why?

Mc:....they are all infertile-

(This is written on the basis that demons cannot get humans pregnant btw)

[sphireath-wisp]

#Lovebites

Sypnosis: "Legend has it that moles mark the spots where your soulmates loved kissing you at/kissed you the most in your past life." What do they think about it?

Warnings: Not proofread, a little suggestive at Belphie's, BEPHEGOR HIMSELF NEEDS A WARNING

Featuring: Mammon, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Simeon x GN! Reader

Mammon

"Hah? I'm yours today, so why does the past matter?"

Seriously, his human can be so strange sometimes, thinking about things like this! Usually, what goes through his head would be stuff like the next major sale, his next visit to the casino, his wallet... which are much better than theorizing about stuff like this!

He'd be lying if he said that he doesn't feel a teeny bit upset at the suggestion of another lover. Jealousy is a feeling that courses through his veins often and he wants you all to himself, no matter the lifetime, no matter the circumstance.

You're stuck with him and he's declared himself your 'forever soulmate'. Please search for him in your next life too, he'll wait centuries for you.

Beelzebub

"I wonder what good food I'd have eaten in my past lives..."

He's mostly neutral about the past life theory. It's an interesting concept, but he thinks with his stomach, so the constant pondering makes him hungry.

After getting a snack, or a buffet for Beel, he brings up the topic again. Surprisingly, he's intrigued by the idea that he might have lived a completely different life in the past.

"Do you think Belphie was still my twin in my past life?" "Are we still all together?" "...I hope I get to meet someone like you in my future life."

You couldn't promise him anything, but he's glad he at least gets to spend a human's lifetime with you.

Belphegor

"Past lovers? You're kidding, right?"

I just know, I just know, I just KNOW. He's so petty that he'd purposefully bite or cover the moles with lovebites. It's partially to quell his jealousy when you suggest the idea of a 'past lover', but it also serves as a good excuse for him to get a taste of you again.

If it's on somewhere like your face or foot, he's not one to make the effort to reach all the way there and do the work.

He prefers marking his territory somewhere easily seen like any mole on the base of your neck (or inner thighs if we're freaky like that), so any future lovers you have (as if you can escape from this clingy creature) will be reminded that you've already been made someone else's.

Simeon

"Hm? Is that so?"

He's one of the rare green flags we have left in the barren wasteland. He's one of the ones who, while not very aligned with the idea of past lives, would nevertheless like to believe that you have and always will be loved in every life.

It may not be him whispering sweet nothings into your ear or carding his fingers through your hair in every life, but he can only hope his love will reach you in every lifetime.

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[scorchingbread]

Belphegor HC: Bath time ☁️

Cw: I don't think there's any please let me know if there's smth I should add!

Gn!mc (no gender is stated) x Belphegor, this could be platonic or romantic. Relationship status isn't stated, so whatever you want or are more comfy with.

Honestly I headcanon that you have to "drag" (he would fake fight this cause he's ready to be pampered) Belphie to take a bath, and that you have to wash his hair and etc for him because "why would I want to do that when it feels so good when you do?" Which is 50% him telling the truth, the other half is his laziness.

Also that you noticed his demon form was pretty unkempt and asked him if he ever clean his tail or horns and he was like "am I suppose to??" leading to your utter horror forcing him in the bath so you can clean his poor tail and horns.

I picture this going one of two ways. The first is he really likes how it feels, and the second is like fighting a cat that got dirty to be washed in the tub. Like literally shivering, in the corner, trying to hold his tail. But then, right after being done he's baffled and in awe about how nice his tail and horns feel/look. He didn't even know that his horns weren't supposed to be matte and could actually shine, and he never realized how uncomfortable it was before and feels like he could take a nice comfy nap from how good he feels after :)

[beomoa]

❝ MEANT TO BE YOURS! ❞

╭ request ; do u have any yandere belphie hcs ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

➣ YANDERE BELPHEGOR

[ fanfic | headcanon | reaction | oneshot ]

WITH GN!READER, not proofread~

cw(s) : spoilers, slight degration?, delusional behavior, yandere post.

─ BELPHEGOR

it all started when he saw you in the attic.

when he first saw your face he was in.. shocked? he feels like,, in love? He can't be! he's supposed to use, manipulate you to get him out!

and aren't you kind and naive.

trusting him and believing him thats his a human that Lucifer locked up.

when you did get him out, that's when everything got.. weird? the brothers avoiding you almost everyday.

you barely can get out, your with him 25/8!

your d.d.d? you only have an hour to use it! he's afraid that you'll get 'corrupted' and loose your 'innocence'

the only reason you can't go outside without him is because some demons can eat you! oh! or maybe some lower disgusting demon can harm you.

belphie also thinks that killing for you is just for your safety, your so weak, pathetic, you need him to help you

Right? You need him! just him!

don't worry about anyone else.. you guys are meant to be~

[moon-kitsune]

Lucifer: You're right. Belphie: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

[yeetskreetreet]

Rip prince Phillip

Hope you had time to se obey me the boys in the house #1 before you dropped dead

Ok this is late I was lazy 😋👊

[l3viat8an]

idk if it’s just me but ANGRY SEX omfg like imagine they just get so angry they HAVE to pound the shit out of you 🤭🤭 - 🪰

Nsfw

I got like 9 asks about angry /  rough sex in like an hour the other day from different anons are y’all okay? Just horny?

CW: angry / rough-ish sex, afab! reader, pick your boy cuz I couldn’t lmao

You don’t even remember what the fight was about…did you even have an argument?…Your mind is too fuzzy to think straight…..

Not right now anyway, not while he has you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist…not while he’s pounding into you so roughly, all you can do is moan and claw at his shirt trying to ground yourself.

Hell he’d practically ripped off, mumbling about getting them out of his way. Not that you care right now-

Your too busy moaning, whining with every movement of his hips, every slide of his cock in and out of your poor abused cunt….

His fingers digging into you ass so hard you’ll definitely have little bruises tomorrow. All while he keeps nipping and sucking at your neck, making sure to mark you as his even when he’s angry. Especially when he’s angry

Only pausing to whisper degrading words right in your ear, mocking you for letting him fuck you like this even after you said you were mad at him, even after yelling at each other….calling you a whore, his whore and asking if you knew you’d end up like this?

You both knew you’ll always end up like this-

Your eyes fall closed as you moan louder….begging for more…until you let out a surprised gasp as he pulls you away from the wall, your arms tightening around his shoulders at the sudden shift and now he’s using his grip on your ass to bounce you on his cock, chuckling at your startled expression.

You can only whine louder and hold on tighter as he uses you as a little fuck toy……you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good-

Maybe you really did deserve the way he mocked you-

His cock keeps hitting your sweet spot inside you just perfectly~

Hearing him groan in your ear as you cum around his cock.

Seeing that damn smirk on his face when your walls keep spasming around his cock, as if you still want more even deeper inside, and he taunts you by calling you a slut….his slut as he moves, dropping you on bed.

Pushing you down as he trusts into you again, moving his hips faster and faster until he’s pounding into you again….until he’s cumming…..moaning your name as he stuffs your poor little cunt with his sticky cum….