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squeakyducky · 5 months ago
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GUYS GUYS
Ahem so obey me replaced au (kinda??)
Let's say a witch was jealous of MC and put a spell on brothers that made them forget about them and tryna get together with the brothers. Ik some of them won't fall for it Luci ahem, but like pls get amnesia for the sake of plot. At first MC was hurt and stuff but the second they found out it was a witch's doing? How dare she steal their men ⁉️⁉️ IMAGINE MC going apeshit and literally obliterated the witch on the spot with their magic because they're hot and badass like that. And it's canon that MC is super strong in the story as well. AND AND since the witch is dead, the spell was broken and the brother got their memories back, and then sees the destruction MC left behind LMFAO and MC was acting all cute and saying 'you're mine' with a cute pout on their face 👀
I AM SO CURIOUS ABOUT THEIR REACTIONS??
Luci, Belphie and Satan would be proud asf
Mammon and Levi would definitely be flattered
Beel and Asmo will admire MC's strength probably
THE ONE, SAME THING THEY CAN ALL AGREE ON IS THEY ALL FIND IT HOT ON HOW POSSESSIVE MC IS TOWARDS THEM
I actually kind of want to see a story like that, oh glorious writers pls do your magic ✨ 🙇🙇 (not forcing anyone ofc)
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bunnob · 2 months ago
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Please let me know if you want to see anything, I really do want to hear your thoughts and ideas.
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yandere-wishes · 5 years ago
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All’s Fair In Love And War //Yandere Lucifer x reader x Yandere Belphegor
WARING: Toxic relationships, slight sexual themes, implied noncon, manipulation.
Huge thanks to Vanya ( @dear-yandere​ ) for inspiring this fic, love you lots darling!
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 "What are you doing here?" 
"I could ask you the same thing" 
You gripped the wooden handle of the spoon tighter, eyes closing for a fraction of a second, just to fight off the mental image of who was behind you. The oldest and the youngest two enchanting nightmares. 
It had -for the most part- always been like this. Back in heaven, you had been a dear friend of Lilith's, thus resulting in you spending a great deal of time with her brothers. Out of the six, you had enjoyed Belphagore's company the most. The two of you had a relationship akin to that of crushing middle schoolers too embarrassed to tell the other exactly how they felt. 
Then there was the morningstar, the favorite child, who made it very clear that he liked you. Constantly touching you in some manner, having an arm around your waist or having his face, his lips mere inches from your skin. Causing the flesh to heat up and melt into a pink blush shade. 
When the war in heaven had broken out, you'd been practically obligated to join the rebels' side. Fighting alongside your life long friend and her family. Resulting in your ultimate fall into the Devildom. That's when the trouble had really started. Belphegor rebelled once more this time against lord Diavolo, causing his older brother to lock him in the attic. Those where quieter times, Lucifer barely paid you to mind, being too preoccupied with the new exchange student and their constant pact making. 
But those times had ended, broken and shattered by the freedom of your former crush and the possessiveness that followed suit. 
You felt a warm breath hit the side of your neck, Belphegor pulled you closer to his chest. Gently gliding his fingers over the soft skin of your forearm all the way to where your fingers grasped the spoon. With a forceful tug, he pried your arm away causing the wooden utensil to fall on the tile floor with a soft thumping noise. 
"Belphegor are you even aware of the mess you're creating?" Lucifer marched towards the two of you, his embodied rage evident in each step he took. His leather-bound hands swiftly flew to your head. Intangling themselves softly in your silky locks. There was something so soothing about feeling you, your delicate skin,  your soft hair, everything about you was perfect, molded to fit him like a puzzle piece. 
The moment in all it's short-lived glory was serene and almost gave off the notion of being normal and dare it to be said, sweet. But as one minute bleeds into the next, the avatar of sloth got fed up with his bother's gestures once more. He took a step back and then another tightening his grip on your waist to the point where bruised stated forming and dragging you away from his bother. He mumbled a "hmph" and glared daggers with his rich purple eyes. "She's mine Lucifer, back off!" 
"(Y/n) I do have to say nights in the Devildom use to be so peaceful! Why did that ever have to change?" Lucifer smirked, mischief dancing in his blazing eyes, while words sharper then knives prepped themselves on his tongue ready to be catapulted to his younger kin. 
"Do you remember how you use to cuddle in my arms? Your face buried in my chest mumbling about how you could hear my heartbeat? You were so happy so calm, simply allowing yourself to be soothed by my fingers drawing shapes on your tender bare skin." 
The words pierced Belphie's heart and mind. Brain fluttering with images of you lying naked next to his disgusting brother. Him actually having the audacity to touch you, speak to you, look at you! In a haze of rage, he brought his arm up to your neck, fingers locking on fingerprint shaped bruises from the last dramatical fit the two brothers threw. Yet another incident where you where the defenses darling, the poor spectator being trampled by the cast. 
You desperately tried to explain what had really happened. That the firstborn had constantly dragged you to his room. Forcing himself on to you as you begged him to stop. Only after he was done did he let you rest. Crushing you in his grasp and whispering degrading nothings into your ears until you drifted into a nightmare induced slumber. 
But of course, the end justifies the means,  like most things in the house of lamination. It didn't matter that Lucifer had raped you. That he had committed the sin. It was you who was at fault. You who would feel the pain of Belphagore's wrath. 
As the blue-haired demon's fingers tightened, even more, his mouth found it's way to your neck. Biting an already purplish-red mark. For a second, you pondered who had left it there, Lucifer or Belphagor? In the following second, your mind snapped back to the horrid reality in front of you, when Belphagor bit down harshly on the old love bite. Causing you to choke out a moan. His hand that was wrapped around your waist untangled it's self and slid down your torso, under the skirt of your RAD uniform. His fingers quickly slipped into you, releasing anther gag like noise to escape your captivated throth. 
"I don't like being ignored you two!"
It was a demand, 'pay attention to me' it screamed 'I'm here too!' really it sounded more like Lucifer when he was still a little angel in heaven throwing hissy fits when you and Belphagore didn't let him play your little games. 
In a flash the dark-haired demon was in front of you, digging his fingers into your shoulders and locking his lips with your own. His fang-like teeth piercing your lower lip drawing droplets of blood. His tongue snaked into your mouth, shoving its self down your throat. 
"You being selfish Lucifer, I always watch, it's your turn now." 
The oldest darted his eyes upwards staring menacingly into the youngest, eyes. He didn't break the kiss until he knew you would faint from the lack of oxygen. When he pulled away, a thin layer of slava stuck to his lips. Act as a chain to connect the two of you. "Really now Belphi I'm being selfish? You're the one that started this game, I simply intend to win it."
Please no you begged siliently when they "played" you ended up as the casualty. Too sore and bruised and bloody to get up the next day. Missing classes and getting scolded by Diavolo or Barbatos or if you were particularly unlucky Lucifer himself. Interesting another game to take place. Really it was a cycle that never seemed to break. Belphi vs Lucy, Lucy vs Belphi and poor you cough in the crossfire. The victim, the prey, the sufferer. Yet never once were you permitted to complain. 
After all, all's fair in love and war...
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morallygreyyn · 4 years ago
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☽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼☾
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hey! I’m heather and welcome to my anime fantasies! a lot of posts on this blog will have elements of questionable behaviour as I do like to write morally grey people so bear that in mind when requesting a villain or a morally grey character! not much is off limits! all nsfw posts will feature a domme reader and even some sfw posts will have domme reader elements!
will not be accepting requests sent straight through to my dms! only accepting requests that go to my inbox! dms are for chats only! any request that is sent via dm will be ignored!
Rules are below the character list!
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・༓☾ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈 ☽༓・
Haikyū!!
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- Oikawa Tooru
- Kageyama Tobio
- Kozume Kenma
- Kuroo Tetsuro
- Goshiki Tsutomu
- Tendo Satori
- Akaashi Keji
- Miya Atsumu
- Miya Osamu
- Suna Rintaro
.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・.
Boku no Hero Academia
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- Bakugo Katsuki
- Kaminari Denki
- Todoroki Shoto
- Tamaki Amajiki
- Shinsou Hitoshi
- Dabi
.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・.
Hunter x Hunter
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- Illumi Zoldyck
- Hisoka Marrow
- Kurapika Kurta
.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・.
One Piece 
only on the fishman island arc so this list will probably grow
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- Sanji
.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・
Twisted Wonderland
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- Riddle Rosehearts
- Azul Ashengrotto
- Jade Leech
- Jamil Viper
- Vil Schoenheit
- Rook Hunt
- Divus Crewel
.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・.
Obey Me!
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- Leviathan
- Belphagor
- Satan
- Barbatos
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‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
domme readers (come get y’all crumbs)
fluff, angst, smut - pretty much all genres tbh
omegaverse (alpha readers and omega characters only)
nekoverse  (human readers and neko characters only)
what I will write and are requestable: one-shots, headcanons, another part of an existing post of mine
what I will write but are unrequestable: SMAUs, multiple chapter series
kinks that I’m comfortable with writing
blood, gore, yandere (reader only)
female and gender neutral readers
any morally grey shit 
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‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
submissive readers - absolutely will not do this, no exceptions. there is far too much on tumblr and everywhere else already. nsfw posts on this blog are purely for my domme readers who just want to top our favourite anime boys (can you tell I’m petty lol)
fem/reader pregnancy / trying to get pregnant - I don’t like kids so I won’t do it
pedophilila
daddy kinks and foot fetishes
male readers
ships - I’m not a shipper myself so I won’t write for it
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‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈 ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
please specify when requesting whether you’d like gender neutral or fem reader! default gender will be female unless specified otherwise!
please do not request a character who is not on this list - i will not write for them and will most likely ignore your request!
please be polite when requesting! I am under no obligation to complete a request I don’t like but I will try my best to complete all requests
there will be times when I have to go on hiatus due to burnout so please understand when that happens that I won’t be able to write
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im-ovulating · 3 years ago
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The 7 Brothers Masterlist
Masterlist is subject to change! To keep track of posts, check in on the list every once in a while..
Key:
😊=fluff
😭=angst
🙃=crackfic
🫠=suggestive
☯️=hurt/comfort
🥵=smut
🫥=dark content (yandere, noncon/dubcon)
Lucifer
The 7 Brothers with a F!MC That Loves Their Demon Form 😊
Swimming Lessons: Lucifer x Fem! Reader 😊
x Things That Are Attractive 🫠
NSFW headcanons + Dick Analysis 🥵
The Brothers React to Finding Out You Like Hentai 🫠🥵
The Brothers in a Rut (Rough Drabble) 🥵
Mammon
The 7 Brothers with a F!MC That Loves Their Demon Form 😊
x Things That Are Attractive 🫠
NSFW headcanons + Dick Analysis 🥵
The Brothers React to Finding Out You Like Hentai 🫠🥵
The Brothers in a Rut (Rough Drabble) 🥵
Leviathan
The 7 Brothers with a F!MC That Loves Their Demon Form 😊
x Things That Are Attractive 🫠
NSFW headcanons + Dick Analysis 🥵
The Brothers React to Finding Out You Like Hentai 🫠🥵
The Brothers in a Rut (Rough Drabble) 🥵
Satan
The 7 Brothers with a F!MC That Loves Their Demon Form 😊
x Things That Are Attractive 🫠
NSFW headcanons + Dick Analysis 🥵
The Brothers React to Finding Out You Like Hentai 🫠🥵
The Brothers in a Rut (Rough Drabble) 🥵
Asmodeus
The 7 Brothers with a F!MC That Loves Their Demon Form 😊
x Things That Are Attractive 🫠
NSFW headcanons + Dick Analysis 🥵
The Brothers React to Finding Out You Like Hentai 🫠🥵
The Brothers in a Rut (Rough Drabble) 🥵
Beelzebub
The 7 Brothers with a F!MC That Loves Their Demon Form 😊
x Things That Are Attractive 🫠
NSFW headcanons + Dick Analysis 🥵
The Brothers React to Finding Out You Like Hentai 🫠🥵
The Brothers in a Rut (Rough Drabble) 🥵
Belphagor
The 7 Brothers with a F!MC That Loves Their Demon Form 😊
x Things That Are Attractive 🫠
NSFW headcanons + Dick Analysis 🥵
The Brothers React to Finding Out You Like Hentai 🫠🥵
The Brothers in a Rut (Rough Drabble) 🥵
Full Masterlist:
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snapshotsfromhell · 4 years ago
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Please For The Love of God Fall Asleep On Top of Me Again I Haven’t Slept That Well Since I Was Five
Belphie x Reader *NOT MC. MC is referred to in the story as Emsie. Gender neutral pronouns for both Emsie and reader. Mentions of Beel. Yandere tendencies. This is pretty much just fluff. Word Count: 5.3k
“If you were to all refer to the diagram on page 66, you’ll see that the devil-plant cell has a rather large vacuole that makes up a large portion of the volume within the cell-” The teacher at the front of the classroom droned as you clutched your cheeks into your hand, fingers digging into your skin just to stay awake.
You have always been a light sleeper, and joining the Devildom exchange program hasn't done anything to help that. If anything, you went from an acceptable 6 hours a night to 4 and a half, mostly due to the overwhelming anxiety of being away from home and the fear that you will eventually be eaten alive while you took so much as a blissful nap. You didn’t understand how the first humans to go through with the program survived.
At least, you didn’t until you actually met them.
Solomon was a rare breed in and of himself, with overwhelming confidence and an air of superiority. Anyone having that many pacts must have an insane amount of charisma and motivation. He was definitely intimidating to a normal human like yourself.
Emsie, however, was a little different. They seemed like an average human, until someone delightfully informed you that they were descended from an angel. More specifically, an angel that was related to the seven demon brothers that they now stayed with, which made you a little wary when you noticed how… touchy the brothers were with them.
It wasn’t the best situation -  who in their right mind would want to stay in Hell of all places? Plus you really seemed to be the only human human here. But it wasn’t any worse than it would have been up home. Honestly, you were doing this for the free tuition and scholarship, but you would never say that out loud. You really couldn’t complain outright, though, since you did live in a beautifully large, ornate house with the demon brothers who were certainly great specimens. Lucifer was God’s favorite and damn did it show.
“Y/N?” You snap to attention as the teacher calls on you. “Can you tell the class how the devil-plant gets CO2 from the environment?”
You stared for a moment, hoping your brain unconsciously latched onto some information while you were spaced out. “The stomata in the leaves?” You hope?
The teacher’s lips pulled back to reveal his sharp, jagged teeth in what you assumed was supposed to be a smile. “Yes, good job!”
You understand that some cruelty is typical in the world, but by God you hated it here. You’re too nice for this, dammit! You cried watching a video of lost puppies being rehabilitated! How were you expected to think this was normal?
When you have to participate in dance battles so that your opponents don’t eat you, you know something isn’t right.
When the bell rang, you stood with a rush of vertigo and started gathering your stuff to go to your next class. One more, then lunch, then two more, then home. Well, dorm. Well, house/mansion/hall… honestly, you didn’t have a clue what to even call it.
You shared a room in the House of Lamentation with Emsie, which was both a blessing and a curse. For one, you didn’t show any emotion around them, so the brothers don’t necessarily hate you for stealing their dear Emsie away. But, you did still share a room with them, which made the brothers automatically disinterested in you. Especially the youngest brother, Belphegor, who had made many negative comments about your existence. Outloud. While you were there. Yeah.
It could’ve been worse, you guessed. They could have killed you.
Emsie explained to you once that he was still hurt by the loss of his sister, and how he spent years hating humanity as a whole until they moved into the house. Which only made you massively uncomfortable. And it only worsened when they informed you that he once strangled them in another timeline in front of them in this timeline. But that was before he knew they were a descendent of his sister! So it was fine, right?? A total accident really, he was different now!
(You were not convinced.)
You did have a few moments of solace with Belphegor, though, and you found yourself reminiscing with them on occasion. Okay, often. Okay, maybe more than often... But who cares? You were just evaluating your interactions to make sure he didn’t have some underlying intention to throw you off the roof in the middle of the night. Yeah, that was it.
As you placed your clothing into your respective dresser (adorned with a glorious added padlock to deter a certain avatar of greed), you glanced into the mirror on the wall and jumped at the figure behind you. You turned to them, and came face to face with a demon.  A very pissed off and disgruntled demon.
The look on his face only grew in distaste as you held each other’s gaze. Even your breathing seemed to piss him off. And his words… conveyed the same message.
“Are you lost?” He asked, and his tone was just as cold as his eyes.
“Uh, excuse me?”
His upper lip twitched in a snarl. “I asked you if you were lost. This is Emsie’s room, not your’s.” His purple eyes bore tiny holes into your skull as you shifted nervously.
Grabbing the information packet Barbatos had prepared you guys with, you pulled out the room assignment form and held it out for him. From the safe distance of five feet away, of course. “Uh, I don’t know what you mean, but- here. This is my room assignment packet I had to sign when I got here.” He gave it a glance over and then turned his nose up at it, so you set it back down on the table. “I just got here today so- so I can understand the confusion. Um, especially since I didn’t see you at orientation.” God, why did you have to stutter?
You watched as he scrunched his nose into a look of muted disgust at this revelation, but he didn’t say anything. You both stood awkwardly in a tense silence long enough for you to know he wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon.
You cleared your throat, and flinched when he locked eyes with you again. “Uh, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you get in here?” You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear in a nervous habit.
“I was asleep on the bed.”
You could only tilt your head in confusion at first. “You what?” You asked, but when he only offered a raised eyebrow as a response your shoulders tensed and your face went red. “The whole time?!” You sputtered.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall behind him. “Yeah? I was taking a nap until you rudely interrupted me,” He cast a look at you with the deepest irritation that you had ever seen on a person’s face. Well- demon’s face. Actually, maybe it wasn’t so surprising...
“I didn’t know that you were- I mean you were really quiet and- how was I supposed to know-” You cut yourself off and wished to silently stop existing.
The demon ignored you as he moved to Emsie’s bed and began pulling the pillow and blanket off, slowly, while maintaining eye contact with you, and- oh okay yeah that’s- that’s terrifying.
He dragged the blanket along behind him as he headed for the door. You really needed to turn this around. “Uh, hey wait! My names Y/N.”
He stopped before the door, unlocking it as he evaluated you from head to toe over his shoulder, and then left, jerking the door open and slamming it closed.
You later learned his name was Belphegor.
Unfortunately, your next class happened to be english (Devildom english. Which apparently is Australian.) with Belphegor and his twin, Beelzebub, who was actually quite sweet as long as you continually gave him food. Which you did, out of fear for your own life.
Belphegor called it ‘manipulation’, you called it ‘innovation’. Feed the gluttony demon, don’t get eaten.
You politely greeted them as you sat in your seat and handed a grateful Beel a Kitkat bar that you ordered on Akuzon a few days ago when you couldn’t sleep. Belphegor shot you a look as you did, so you pulled out another one and held it out to him. Belphagor rolled his eyes and turned his head towards the front of the class. You could see the smallest hint of a smile on his lips out of the corner of your eye.
You handed another candy bar to Beel, who excitedly thanked you again and ate the entire thing whole. Right in front of you. With the wrapper still on it.
You really needed a nap.
Entering the room you shared with Emsie was always a comforting experience. The both of you shared similar interests and decor, so it reminded you a lot of your room back home.
Emsie really was a sweet person, but you did not understand how they could deal with the demon brothers all day by themself. You liked to imagine that the rational part of their brain jumped ship sometime during their stay the year before and aided them in becoming comfortable in Devildom.
You flopped onto your bed face first, groaning as you wiggled your arm out from underneath you to check the time on your phone. Typically, the brothers and Emsie were busy with student counsel business until 5 and it was only 3 now, which gave you time to relax and, hopefully, take a nap, because you hadn’t been sleeping well and you were exhausted.
That was the plan, until the door opened and Belphegor entered with his infamous blanket and pillow.
You flop to your side as you look at him incredulously. “Can I help you?”
“Sure,” he said, “be quiet.” He threw his pillow onto Emsie’s bed and unceremoniously kicked his shoes off while climbing under the covers.
You huffed and sat up, scowling at the lump of blankets on the other side of the room. “I was trying to sleep, you know.”
The blanket moved a bit to show his face, “Well, so am I.”
“You- you can’t just sleep in here!”
“Emsie said I could.”
You rubbed your eyes with the balls of your hand as you groaned, “They said that last year. When they didn’t have a roommate.”
The cocoon sat up, Belphegor’s very much pissed off face glaring at you. If you weren’t in a spat with him and he weren’t a raging, murderous meaniehead, you might consider him to be quite handsome. Alas, everyone has their limits to how awful a person could be to them. And Belphegor had crossed that line for you a while ago.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Look, man, I just want one nap.”
“Then sleep. I won’t bother you,” he said, lying his head on his pillow. Then, his eyes sharpened as his brows furrowed and his mouth was pulled into a frown. “Or, do you not trust me?” He questioned, but it was more like a statement.
Did it look like you ever trusted him? Or any of them, for that matter! How were you supposed to relax and get some sleep knowing you were constantly surrounded by demons who could end you in less than a second. Regardless- “That’s not the point. I just have trouble sleeping in the same room as people.”
“People? Or bloodthirsty demons?” He sneered.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “You know what? Fine. Do what you want.”  You fell back on the bed and pulled the covers up over your head.
The springs of Emsie’s bed shifted as he laid back down. “I will.”
Belphegor fell asleep quickly, but you ended up staying awake until everyone else got back, and when Emsie came in they weren’t shocked in the slightest that they had a surprise visitor. You excused yourself at their entrance, saying you needed to use the restroom.
As you passed them, you caught eyes with Belphegor, and noticed a distinctive glint of smugness in their purple hue.
Dick.
The next day, Belphegor joined you again during your prime nap time. And then the next day, too. And the next. After a couple days you figured out that he was doing it to mess with you. And drive you insane. Which was working.
After class, you had been stopped to discuss a project. You weren’t sure the suggestions you made were coherent or usable. Eventually, they let you go, and you ambled back to the House of Lamentation. You were really looking forward to getting some sleep, because you hadn’t slept more than four hours in the last five days and it was really starting to get to you.
When you walked into your room to find Belphegor splayed on your own bed, however, you knew that probably wasn’t going to happen, and you were more than a little disgruntled at his presence.
“Excuse me? Can you kindly remove yourself?” You approached your side of the room and stared down at him, one hip cocked with your hand on it.
He hummed, his eyes closed as he lifted his hand to his chin to ponder your question. “No,” he said finally.
Tomorrow, you were going to ask Luke how to kill a demon. “Really? You can’t?”
Belphegor lazily opened his eyes to survey your demeanor. “Yeah, I think I’ve lost the ability to move.”
“Do you need any help with that?” You asked, but upon hearing your own words you blushed red, hoping he didn’t take that suggestively the way it sounded.
Belphegor huffed a laugh as he turned over in your bed, pulling your pillow over his head to block out the light and yourself. “No, I think I’m good for now.”
Your eye twitched. “Ahha-ha. Great.”
You watched as he slowly drifted off to sleep, jealous that he even had the ability to do so after rest had alluded you for almost a week straight. Walking over to the dresser, you snatched a pair of pjs out of the drawer and hastily changed.
Now dressed comfortably, you returned to your spot standing over him, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Belphegor.”
No response.
“Belphegor,” you said a bit louder, with a bit more force. He hummed. “Move over.”
“Mnnnnnnn, no.”
Throwing your arms down, you snarled out a particularly vicious “fine,” and climbed onto the bed over top of him, moving towards the wall side, which appeared to have the most room. He removed the pillow from his head to glare at your disturbance. “If you’re not gonna move then you’re just gonna have to deal with me,” you snapped.
The two of you were sandwiched particularly close as you were only given a twin bed and you unabashedly owned 6 pillows. But it was too late to move now. Surely, he would give up eventually and leave.
Instead, you felt him turn onto his side and prop himself up to look at you. “This is how you wanna play it?”
Your mother didn’t raise a coward. “Yeah.”
Belphegor ran his hand through his black and white hair as he let out a breathy laugh. “Fine then.”
Before you could protest, he moved above you and wrapped his arms around your waist, sliding them up your back until they were against your shoulder blades. He then pushed his head into your chest and underneath your chin, his body situating itself between your legs. Then promptly falling asleep. On top of you.
Maybe this wasn’t an exchange program. Maybe you somehow died and tricked yourself into thinking you were attending school because this was your punishment.
“I’m not your pillow?”
“Y/N.” He grumbled against your collarbone, his mouth tickling you as it moved.
You brought one hand up to rest on his back. “Uh, yeah?”
“Go to sleep.”
By the time that Emsie came back to the room, you had long since fallen asleep. Which was truly unfortunate, since neither of you could stop them from taking a picture and posting it to the House of Lamentation chat.
The next day, you got to your room before him and curled yourself into your pillows, hugging one to discourage Belphegor from making the same advances that he did yesterday. You hadn’t slept last night at all after your nap with him and you were not conscious enough to deal with him before a couple hours of shut eye. You heard the door creak open and burrowed further into your covers.
Only to be pelted in the back of the head by his pillow.
“Hey-!” You turned to get up, but you were immediately hindered by his arms wrapping around your waist once more as he haphazardly dragged you back into him. “Oh no, you are NOT spooning me.”
Belphegor shoved his face into the back of your head, “Too late, you’re really soft.”
“I did not sign up for this.”  
“Mmhmm.”
“I’ll get Lucifer.”
“Sure you will.”
You relaxed into the bed even as you continued to protest. “I mean it,” you said, attempting to sound menacing.
“Mmmkay,” He pulled his legs forward and tangled them with yours. “Good night.”
“It’s 2:48 in the afternoon.”
But he was already asleep. Your attempted struggles were useless, too, and you eventually joined him in dreamland after scrolling Devilgram for half an hour.
Spookle, How to express to someone the extent that their presence irritates and soothes you? Seriously, asking for a friend.
For the past two weeks you and Belphegor had been, for lack of a better description, napping and cuddling together.
And, while the two of you still bicker, especially when you go to scroll demontok, you had grown to rely on his presence in order to sleep. You went from a crazed, caffeine dependent loon to just caffeine dependent.
“Hey, Belphegor, do you remember the name of the article that Azazel wanted us to read?” You sat crisscross on the edge of the bed with your laptop balanced on your legs, while a reluctant Belphegor sat at the head lazily scrolling through his phone.
“Wasn’t that an optional reading?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Well, yeah, but normally when teachers suggest something they do it ‘cause it’s gonna be on the exam.” You brought your hand up and fiddled with your earlobe, scrolling your school's website for the link. “Besides, I think that the influence of demons on the Australian language is really cool.”
He snorted. “You would.”
You whipped a pillow at him, your cheeks flushing. “Shut up.”
Belphegor caught it with ease and pulled it to his chest. “Do you have to do homework now?”
“Well, no, but I feel like I should. Besides, that means I can sleep more later,” You fumbled for your backpack and went to grab out your calculator.
He was quiet for a bit before he muttered, “Later?”
Looking at him quizzically, you nodded your head, “Yeah?”
The two of you stared at each other for a bit and you couldn’t help but feel like you had offended him in some way. You two platonically cuddled, right? There’s no way that he’d see you sleeping alone to be an act of betrayal, right? It’s not like he was getting upset over you blowing off naptime.
Right?
He broke eye contact with you as he grabbed his pillow and got off the bed. “Whatever, I just remembered I had to be at that stupid student counsel meeting.”
“Belphegor, weren’t you supposed to be at the meetings for the past few weeks?” You shut your laptop as you stood up and got in his face. “Lol, it’s a little late now. Lucifer’s been actively complaining to you every night during dinner.”
Belphegor went to step around you before you caught his wrist. He spoke in a low tone as he looked at you, his hair falling in his face and you had to stop yourself from adjusting it for him. “What is it, Y/N?” He frowned.
Yeah, what was it? Why were you so panicked to see him leave? “I, uh, don’t you want to do homework with me? I mean, I can help you out?”
“No, I think you can do it yourself. I’ll just get Beel to help me.” And with that, he pulled his arm from your grasp, marching towards the door and pausing in the doorway. “Besides,” he started, “I wouldn't want to spook you, with me being a demon and all.”
He noticed?
“Don’t look so shocked. You avoid all of us like the plague. The only two places you could ever be found is here and the academy.” He looked over his shoulder at you, and you could feel the burning sensation from his gaze start in your stomach, blood rushing to your head as you felt your eyes begin to water.
Shaking your head, you felt the tears begin to leak down your cheeks, and you watch his expression turn from nonchalance, to shock, to… something you couldn’t place in your growing rage. “What about you, huh? Don’t you hate humans? I know what you did to this timeline’s Emsie. That’s not exactly saint-like.”
You watched as the color in his eyes began to darken, and for the first time in weeks you began to fear for your well-being. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you began to feel the panic welling up inside you, and your eyes must have conveyed it clearly, as Belphegor slammed the door open and left you there, on the verge of sobbing.
Really. What a dick.
God, why can’t you sleep?
You’ve tried to, genuinely. You even acquired melatonin, Nyquil, Sleepy Time tea- hell, you went exercising with a somewhat angry Beel the other day! His rage at you over your… disagreement with his brother could not be quelled by any amount of chocolate and he certainly worked you well into the throes of death.
The worst part is that you are fairly certain that Belphegor knows. Each time you see him in class, you could swear that he has some smirk on his face, seemingly satisfied with the bags under your eyes and your disheveled appearance. His relaxed posture almost screams at you ‘haha, so you do need me to sleep, don’t you?’
During lunch you tended to sit with the other exchange student in the cafeteria hall and today was no different as you slammed your coffee onto the table and glared at your fellow humans for the nervous looks they gave you.
“Um, Y/N, we’ve been meaning to ask this, but- uh- are you ok?”
“Oh, I am just peachy thank you for asking,” You answered, grabbing your travel mug and taking a large gulp. Your hands shook with the sheer amount of caffeine you had consumed in the past twenty-four hours in order for you to keep yourself awake. “Why are you wondering?”
“Well, it’s just… you don’t look like you’ve slept for a bit.”
You glared at them with dark eyes. “Astute observation.”
The group looked between themselves, sharing concerned expressions. “Uh...do you want to talk about it?”
With that, you felt the same numbness as when you tried to fall asleep alone, your heart becoming heavier in your chest as you comprehended the question. Did you want to talk about it? What were you feeling? How could you properly convey your emotions? How you felt about Belphegor?
How did you feel about Belphegor?
You blankly stared at the mug in your hands for a solid minute and you’re sure that your friends probably thought you were crazy. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
They all stared at you, sharing glances with each other at your outburst. “Um-what?”
Before they could question you further, you put a hand up to stop them and shushed them when they tried to speak more. “Shhh, no. Shush.” You put your hand down. “I am going to the nurse’s office, where I am kindly going to asphyxiate myself into the sweet release of death.”
“Um, maybe you shouldn’t go by yourself, I can go with you-”
“No,” you cut them off before they could continue, “I need to be alone for a bit.”
You stood up, grabbed your coffee, took one step, and promptly passed out.
On the bright side, you didn’t have to walk all the way to the nurse’s office. Heck, if you look at it in a certain light, it’s almost like you fast traveled there.
Just don’t think about the fact that someone definitely carried you there. Yup, don’t think about it! You slam your pillow on your face in an attempt to smother your shame, but someone quickly pulls it away from you.
“Y/N, please, don’t do that.”
“Oh! Hey, Emsie! How are you doing?” You sat up in the bed and made a poor attempt at fixing your appearance.
“I’m good… how are you?” They peer into your eyes, a temporary bond forming between the two of you, conveying concern that you really didn’t want to see.
You looked away and chose to focus on the content of your surroundings over the context. “Just wondering which unfortunate soul had to do the honor of carrying my lifeless body here.”
“That would be Mammon and Levi,” Emsie snickered into their hand. “You should’ve seen it, it was quite the spectacle.”
You laughed heartily, “Please tell me someone got a video.”
They glanced awkwardly to the side. “Well, Asmo tried to, but, ah, was somewhat hindered.”
“Oh? Lucifer?” You put a hand over your eyes. “How embarrassing.”
There was a moment of silence as Emsie shifted on their feet. “Y/N, are you and Belphegor-”
You sat up and flung the blanket off of yourself. Nope! Nope, not doing that today. “Thanks, Emsie, for watching over me while I was here, it was really sweet of you. But you see I just remembered that I have to complete my essay on Dante’s Inferno for Azazel or he will probably kick me out of class tomorrow ahaha okay nice to see you bye!”
You snatch up your things and turn to them waving nervously as you try to make your escape, only for them to grab your hand and hold it to their chest. “Y/N, you know Belphegor no longer hates humans, right?”
You could feel your throat closing as you tried to look anywhere but their eyes. Maybe he didn’t hate humans anymore, but he did hate you. You really messed up.
You missed him.  “Oh, Emsie, you really are the descendent of an angel.”
It’s not that you were afraid of him. You had actually become somewhat reliant on his presence as a whole. But the idea of admitting that you were wrong about him? That you had judged him based off of gossip? That’s what stopped you from apologizing.
Pacing outside of the twins’ room, you considered the possible outcomes.
1. You confess you’re an idiot and he hates you.
2. You confess you’re an idiot and he mocks you.
3. You stand there petrified for a long time and start crying.
4. You leap out the window.
You’re beginning to think that the last option is the best.
Slapping your cheeks with both of your hands, you force yourself to admit to any sense of defeat and knock before you could rethink it. However, it wasn’t Belphegor who answered.
“Beel? Um, would Belphegor happen to be there?” You glanced anxiously at the demon’s face, twiddling with your fingers as you shifted back and forth.
“Belphie isn’t here right now,” he responded gruffly.
You took a deep breath. “Could you maybe... tell me where he is?”
For what seemed like an eternity, Beel stared into your face, surveying your demeanor and eventually coming to the conclusion that you were worthy. Or something. It seemed cool regardless. “He’s up in the attic.”
Your breath caught as you finally realized how close to confessing you were. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. “How would I get to the attic?” You have never heard of the attic.
“The stairway is over there.” He gestured with his chin. “Y/N?”
You sucked in a breath. “Yeah?”
He had fire in his eyes when you looked at him. “Don’t mess this up.” Was all he said. Then he closed the door and left you standing there, wondering just what in the world he meant by that.
Brushing off Beel’s words, you tentatively stepped away from the door and made your way to the stairway that Beel had indicated. Steeling yourself, you made your slow and steady ascent to the attic, eventually pushing open the door and crossing the threshold into the surprisingly small room. It was cozy.
To the right of the room, you could see Belphegor asleep on a pile of pillows. Strange, you thought, that a demon could look so angelic while asleep. You hesitantly sat next to him, but when he failed to respond, threw caution to the wind and pulled the same move on him that he had on you so long ago.
Straddling his thighs, you burrowed yourself into his chest, letting yourself become lax as you held him. You tensed when you felt his arms come around you, and he hummed as he was roused from sleep.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to cave,” he said, pulling his head up from the pile of pillows and those violet eyes connected with yours for the first time in weeks.
You felt the corners of your lips pull down as tears built up in your eyes and you blinked them back roughly. “I’m sorry for-”
“Not trusting me?” He finished for you, hands beginning to play with the hem of your shirt at the bottom of your back.
You looked away as the first tear fell down your cheek. “Yeah.”
“I knew.” Belphegor pulled you closer, moving his mouth to your ear as you comprehended his words.
“If you knew that I was... uncomfortable with you, why would you-”
He quickly cut you off, “At first, to tease you. Then,” he smiled, and you thought your heart was going to beat out of your chest as he shyly looked away. “I did like our naps,” he finished. He pulled his head back from yours. “Especially when it lets me see your sleeping face.”
You could feel that same fear as when you two had first argued welling up within the confines of your stomach, creating a massive ball of tension. “Excuse me?”
“Y/N. I really don’t like it when you show others yourself when you are defenseless.” His arms moved from their locked position around you so that his hands could hold your face gently. “It’s something that belongs only to me.”
For a second, you didn’t live in a world where you attended school with demons. “Belphegor-”
“I’d like it if you called me Belphie.”
You blushed heavily, “Um, Belphie, are you not mad at me?”
He shook his head.
You furrowed your brow as the dark circles beneath your eyes made themselves known.
“Then, why did you ignore me for so long?”
He hummed for a bit. “Because I wanted you to realize you loved me.”
Heat grew from your stomach into your chest and you felt your breath stop as he brought his lips to yours. It was chaste, quick and barely there but it made your face heat up and your heart constrict painfully in your chest.
The tears in your eyes fell freely.
“I guess I really do love you, you jerk.”
Belphie grinned and kissed your forehead. “I know you do.”
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