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MC: In some parallel universe, I'm sure it was too impossible for us to even meet or greet each other.

Barbatos: I know. That's why I moved here and introduced myself.

MC: ...

MC: You call this introduction? Sir, you abducted me and made me sign a marriage certificate.

Barbatos: In my defense, you didn't even try to struggle.

MC: ...

MC: I was giving you the benefit of the doubt.

Barbatos: *smiles* Why, thank you.

I never drew him in his casual pose💙

what a mildly concerning message from my dear friend jo, i wonder what it could- OH MY GOD

WHERE DID SHE FIND HIM?????

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Soft and steady Beel.

Summary: MC wakes one night to a familiar problem. Someone else is also awake at that hour and he comes to comfort them. A short drabble about MC getting their period for the first time since regaining their human form in the Devildom

Beelzebub x afab!MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content. Blood Mentions.

A/N: Everyone's favorite glutton, Beelzebub is up next! I love him with my entire being. Maybe i'm biased, but this one turned out so cute. I hope you all enjoy as well! By the way, the fact about the dark chocolate is true. It's rich in magnesium so it helps to ease aches and relax the muscles! Next will be Belphie, and i can hardly wait to write our sleepy cow boy.

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Only Human

The light of your D.D.D faintly lit up your bedroom as you played one of the new app games that Levi had begged you to download. You were trying to distract yourself from the cramping in your abdomen that had been keeping you up for most of the night. You sighed as you glanced at the time in the upper corner of the screen. It read 1:45am. Groaning, you shoved your blankets aside and crawled out of bed to head towards your bathroom.

You had been putting it off all night because you knew that you had no pain relief available to take or even the hygiene products you were in desperate need of. However, staring into the empty cabinets would make the thought you had been dreading a reality. You wobbled into the bathroom, and yanked open the cabinet door above the sink. Just as you expected, it was completely barren. Shit. Of course, this was to be expected from the 7 male demons that you resided with as they weren’t quite used to a human living with them. The time you spent as a sheep early on in your stay had thrown them all off guard and even yourself had forgotten about a few specific things when you returned to your human form.

You ran your fingers through your hair, as you tried to think of what to do next. Should I wake someone? No. That would be rude. It’s not like I'm dying. You thought, stubbornly as a wave of cramps hit you. Okay I take that back. Maybe I am dying. Slowly, you made your way back into your bedroom and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. You sat down on the edge of your bed, arms clutching your lower stomach. Suddenly, you had an idea. You had read that chocolate, specifically dark chocolate, serves as a natural pain relief when it comes to cramps. You perked up as you remembered that Beel had brought you home a chocolate dessert from Madam Scream’s earlier that day. You weren’t sure if it was dark chocolate, but it was worth a shot. Jumping up, you grabbed your D.D.D and headed for the kitchen. 

You walked quietly through the hallway, clutching your phone to your chest. The last thing you wanted was to wake everyone up and be alerted of your situation. After what felt like an eternity of walking, you reached the kitchen and pushed open the heavy swinging doors. They squeaked loudly as they opened, and you winced. You paused for a moment, listening carefully for any stirring in the house. After a few moments of silence, you decided the coast was clear and continued on into the kitchen to head for the fridge. You opened the fridge door, and began to scan the shelves inside for the box of dessert that Beel had bought for you. Surely he didn’t eat it, did he? He’d feel so bad for eating a dessert that he bought for me… You were too concentrated on locating the dessert that you didn’t hear your D.D.D go off from over on the kitchen counter. You finally found the box, and carried it over to the counter when you noticed your D.D.D lighting up. 

I heard something in the kitchen just now. Was that you?

Are you getting a midnight snack? 

……

Can I join you?

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the message from Beel himself. He must have heard the doors, you thought. Being a demon, his hearing is a lot more sensitive compared to a human’s. You were in the middle of typing out your response when you heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. Spinning around so your back was leaning against the counter, you met Beel’s gaze as he appeared through the doors. His orange hair was messy, and he wore a pair of maroon sweatpants and a black tank top which showed off his muscular arms. “Ah, so it was you.” he said, smiling. You offered him a weak smile back, unable to help yourself from staring. “Caught red handed, I guess.” you said, peeling your stare away from him and glancing at the dessert box on the counter. Beel chuckled, making his way over to you. “I’m the last person to judge you for midnight snacking, it’s okay MC.” You were about to respond when another intense wave of cramps took over, and you found yourself sliding down the side of the kitchen counter and onto the floor. “M-MC! Are you okay?” Beel said, rushing to your side. As he got closer, he noticed the strong scent of blood coming from your direction. “Y-You smell like blood…are you hurt?? I’m confused…” Your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on your breathing. What?! He can smell blood?! You covered your now burning face with your hands. “I-I’m fine…it’s really no big deal…” you mumbled, trying to conceal your internal panicking. Beel’s purple eyes darkened with concern. “You don’t have to lie to me, MC.” You opened your eyes again, slowly meeting his gaze. “Okay fine, I um…I got my period…and I read that chocolate helps with the cramps…so I came down to eat the dessert you had gotten me…” The 6th born’s eyes widened as he processed what you had said. “Oh, I see.” he glanced down at his feet as he rubbed the back of his head. “I only know of what Belphie has told me about humans, and this is something he’s mentioned before. Is there any way I can help?” You smiled softly. You could tell how much he was concerned about you. “Well… if you want to help me eat this dessert…?” you offered. Beel glanced back up at you, surprised. “What? Are you sure?” he asked. You nodded, “Of course, I want to share it with you.” Beel’s mouth turned up into the biggest smile you’ve seen yet as he helped you up to your feet. “Thank you, MC. I’ll get some plates and forks.” 

The two of you sat across from each other as you shared the delicious, chocolatey dessert. Beel held out his own fork, offering you the first bite. You took it, and practically moaned as you tasted the richness of the chocolate as it melted on your tongue. Beel chuckled, his face turning a light shade of pink. “I’m glad you are enjoying it.” You both sat in silence for a few moments as you continued to enjoy the pastry together. “Is there anything else you need, MC?” Beel asked, breaking the silence. As you finished up the last bite of cake, you glanced down at your lap. “I’m not sure if any of you would have any, but I really need some pads or tampons…and some painkillers.” Beel hummed as he thought for a moment. “I don’t think so, but I can go get you anything you need. Places are open all night here in the Devildom.” You smiled, nodding graciously. “Yes, please. Thank you Beel.” Beel stood up and placed their plates and forks into the sink. “Of course, just tell me what you need.” You notice your cramps have settled slightly, and you finally began to yawn. Beel glanced at you as he washed up the dishes. “Are you tired now?” he asked. You nodded, resting your chin on your hand. Beel finished up washing the dishes, and made his way over to your side. You felt strong arms wrap around you and all of a sudden you were being carried bridal style through the kitchen. “B-Beel!” you squeaked. “Shh, it’s okay. Let’s get you back to bed.” You accepted your fate and began to relax in his arms. The gentle swaying from him carrying you down the hall was almost enough to lull you right to sleep. You expected him to stop at your room, but was surprised when he continued down the hallway to head in the direction of his bedroom. “Uh, Beel. My room is back there.” You said, quietly. He squeezed you tighter to his chest. “I know, but Belphie is in the attic tonight and my bed is bigger and comfier.” You giggled, not expecting to be kidnapped by The Avatar of Gluttony tonight. As he entered his bedroom, he walked over and gently placed you down onto his bed and pulled his covers up to tuck you in. You instantly relaxed as you breathed in his scent from the blankets. He hesitated before placing a light kiss to your forehead. “You stay here, okay? I’m going to run into town for your things.” He said, softly. Your head was spinning from the kiss, but you nodded your head. “T-Thank you Beel…” You murmured, nestling into the covers. “I’ll be right back. Then we can cuddle all night long.”

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Headcanon that you’ll have to pry out of my cold dead hands: Lucifer gives his brothers goodnight kisses almost every night

This kind of thing happens only at about 3 am, for two reasons. (1) his brothers are asleep by then and he would die if anyone caught him doing this. (2) it’s the time of night where the Bad Feelings™️ kick in and he has an unshakable feeling that can only be assuaged by checking that his family is safe. He’s either already awake, still at work, or waking up from sleep because of this icky feeling.

The first one he checks in on is Leviathan. Levi is usually the only one of his brothers who is also awake at this time, so he starts with him. He scolds him for being awake at this hour (hypocritical much?) and gently threatens him that he better be asleep by the time he comes back. When he returns to Levi’s room after checking in on everyone else, the third-born is passed out, clutching a Ruri-Chan body pillow for dear life. Lucifer places a kiss on his forehead, and the otaku seems to blush at the contact, even in his sleep.

Next up is Mammon. Even when he’s out late, he’s usually in bed by this time of night. Although at this point he’s spent of all his energy, and can be found face-down on his bed in his clothes from the day and spread out over the sheets. Lucifer sighs and helps his little brother out of his shoes and his jacket. He tugs at the sheets under his body and places them over him. He gently brushes his haphazard hair out of his face and presses a kiss to the crown of his head. When he’s feeling especially sappy, he’ll gaze lovingly down at the demon, remembering when he was just a small angel, Lucifer’s first little brother, and he wonders where the time went.

Lucifer goes to Satan’s room next. Most of the time, Satan is fast asleep, since he realizes being well rested helps him manage his anger better throughout the day. But often times he’s also stayed up late to finish a book he simply couldn’t put down. He’s sitting up against his headboard, head hanging low over the book that has fallen on his chest. Lucifer carefully (with gloves of course) removes the book from Satan’s hands and places it on his nightstand, careful to mark his place. He guides the demon down into the bed and tucks the sheets over him. He kisses him on the top of head, sometimes whispering on a particularly emotional night “goodnight son.”

He makes his way over to Asmodeus next. Same as Mammon, Asmo is usually asleep at this point even if he was out partying. The difference is that he still took the time to get into his pajamas, do his face care routine, and wrap himself tightly under the covers. Lucifer grins cheerfully at his brother, his face as graceful as ever as he dreams peacefully. Lucifer plants a kiss onto his cheek. Asmodeus tends to run hot at night, which will wake him up and make it hard for him to fall back asleep. So Lucifer unwraps him from his sheets and pulls them down just below his chest. On particularly stuffy nights, he’ll also open his window to let some fresh air in.

Then, Lucifer ventures into the twins’ room, stopping first to check on Beelzebub. Freshly asleep from his midnight snack run, Beel snores loudly. Lucifer fights back a chuckle at the noise and takes out a handkerchief to clean off crumbs from Beel’s face. He’ll sit on the edge of his bed for a minute, stroking his forehead with his fingers. He knows the poor demon is often wracked with nightmares. He doesn’t have Belphie’s power of dream magic, so he hopes that this little gesture will help soothe his baby brother’s pains. Beel often leans into Lucifer’s touch, a small smile spreading across his features. He kisses Beel on his forehead before moving onto his twin.

The last brother up is Belphegor. It’s often a challenge to find him, sometimes he’s in his room, sometimes in the attic, sometimes on top of the fridge, sometimes in the laundry room on top of the warm dryer. But wherever he is, Lucifer usually brings him back to his bed and tucks him in before giving him a kiss on his nose, like young Belphie used to do to him in the Celestial Realm. On the really rough nights, especially after letting him out of the attic, Lucifer takes a moment to lay his head against his youngest brother’s. Just basking in gratefulness that his brother is free and alive and relatively happy with his family.

MC doesn’t really fall into an order. If they’re in their bed, Lucifer checks on them last. Often times though, they can be found in one of the brothers’ beds, especially their favorite. His heart warms at the sight of MC, safe and happy with his brother(s). He feels especially warm if he happens to find them in his bed. He gives them a gentle kiss or two on their forehead, and renews the protection spell he already has in effect on them.

Once he’s finished with his rounds, he finally feels settled enough to get back to work or sleep. Unbeknownst to him, everyone in the HoL knows about Lucifer’s routine. But they wouldn’t dare say anything, they don’t want to lose this little bit of affection from their beloved big brother.

Also, at some point, every brother does this, with Mammon and Beel doing it the most often aside from Lucifer. Mammon is too scared to do it to Lucifer though, whereas Beel will straight up crush Lucifer in a hug. Lucifer pretends to hate it.

Honorary mention: whenever Luke sleeps over, he also gets a goodnight kiss from Lucifer. He’ll usually find the angel in bed with MC. Sometimes he’ll also be sleeping with Beel or Mammon or in very very VERY rare occasions when the former three aren’t around, Lucifer will let him sleep in his bed (neither Luke nor Lucifer will ever admit it). Most of the time, however, Luke is the first to get a goodnight kiss because he falls asleep by 10 pm no matter what and MC demands all the brothers bid him goodnight. Lucifer’s heart warms whenever he sees the sleeping angel. Luke reminds him of his own brothers when they were small, cute, loving, and obedient well-behaved.

Honorary honorary mention: when Solomon sleeps over (normally with MC or Asmodeus or both), he does NOT get a kiss. Lucifer just stares at him for like a minute, grimacing and wondering if he should curse the sorcerer. Nothing major, just something to significantly inconvenience him. He ultimately decides against it because he knows it’ll make MC and Asmo mad and he doesn’t want to deal with that.

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Drinking hot cocoa while sitting next to the fireplace covered in blankets with Beelzebub and Belphegor after playing outside in the snow! Gender neutral please! ^_^

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Beelzebub and Belphegor Together!

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I haven't written about two characters together before but i really enjoyed it was something different!

Belphegor & Beelzebub

The best cuddle pile ever!! Belphie is so skilled he knows where to put his hands and how you like to be held. Beel is just a behemoth, so much body warmth and when his muscles aren't flexed there pillowy!

Beel probably knows the best places to get some great hot chocolates and other warm seasonal drinks! no matter your tastes <3 Belphie obviously knows all about the best blankets, would you need heated blankets, weighted? how many regular, do you need thermal controlled if you run hot??

The actual cuddling is very precise, very well executed by the boys; you're only job is taking a warm shower and getting into dry clothes; beel gets hot chocolate, wether he is ordering it or making it, lots of marshmallows! he also picks a movie, and get you anything you might immediately need; belphie picks some blankets makes sure whatever your cuddling on is big enough for all of you, maybe if it's snowing he sets you up by a window!!

Overall, you immediately warm up, Belphie is holding onto you his face smushed against your chest, Beel is behind you arms wrapped lazy around you, your head cradled in his shoulder <3

The Brothers 💕

I'm taking you out (Lucifer)

MC hadn't noticed the empty seat at the table until they got up from dinner. Lucifer's plate sits untouched at the head of the table, the brothers carry on around it, ignoring the eldest's absence.

MC can't ignore the sharp tug at their chest. Diavolo was planning some kind of event, meaning Lucifer has been bending over backwards to make the prince's vision a reality, as usual.

MC's well aware that Lucifer always works long hours and occasionally skips lunch, but he so rarely skips dinner.

They haven't seen him at all that day, barely seen him at all the day before, making their decision a rather easy one to make.

"MC, where are you going?" Satan wondered as the human walked around the table, a loaded plate in their hand.

"Taking Lucifer his dinner"

"I'm not sure that's a g-and they're gone."

Shifting nervously in his seat, Levi glares at the door MC just exited. ''Shouldn't we stop them? Lucifer hates being interrupted.''

"It's MC, they make up for the lack of magic with otherworldly gumption." Satan declared, shrugging off the issue to carry on his dinner. "Besides, Lucifer won't hurt them."

"He'd better not."

MC tapped gently at Lucifer's bedroom door, hoping he'd at least retreated home from RAD.

"Not now."

"Unless you're hiding a full kitchen in there, you haven't eaten properly today, Lucifer." MC replied, unphased by his scathing tone. "I brought dinner."

"I don't have time for this, MC!"

"The sooner you open the door the sooner I leave you alone."

They heard him heave a sigh, can practically see the furrow between his brows through the door before it swings open, leaving them face to face with the glowering fallen angel.

MC's grown a thick skin to that glare by now, and smile up at him while holding out the plate.

"You are the most stubborn creature in any realm, living or dead."

"Why thank you, now eat."

Lucifer huffed and ignored their words as he spun on his heel, headed back to his desk. "I don't have time for this, MC. There are papers due tomorrow morning."

MC follows him in, kicking the door shut behind them and turning the key in the lock. "Can I help?"

"No."

"So, you won't let me help and you won't take the time to take care of yourself?"

"I'm no feeble human. A day's missed meals won't reduce my cognitive abilities."

MC took a long, appraising look at him, at the dark circles sagging under his eyes and the slouch to his usually proud shoulders.

"Only one day? Or six?"

Lucifer avoids their gaze as he drops back into his chair, knowing he's been caught. "Leave, MC."

"No. You'll eat, or I'll make you."

When he looked up, it was into the eyes of the human who mastered the 7 Lords of Hell, His Master.

No matter how much he dressed it up, how much MC let him have his way for his pride's sake, Lucifer surrendered himself to them with that pact. Sometimes, and only sometimes, MC has to remind him.

Lucifer relented and made room for the plate on his desk.

While he ate, MC went about putting on some music and lighting the fire, nipping out of the room to bring him some chamomile tea.

His heart stung, but his heart melted as MC nestled into his bed in their comfy clothes, making themselves at home on the massive mattress.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"Getting ready for bed. I'm taking you out tomorrow, by the way." MC grinned, sliding their DDD onto his nightstand. "I've already cleared it with Dia."

"That nickname isn't appropriate, and I don-"

As if on cue, his own DDD lit up with a message from the prince himself. Lucifer sighed, hearing MC's chuckle as he unlocked the device.

Enjoy your outing tomorrow, I can't think of anyone who deserves it more! I'll see you for our morning meeting the day after tomorrow. Good night, Lucifer.

"You, are a menace."

MC giggled innocently, pulling the covers over themselves. "You love me."

Lucifer pushes away from his desk, kicking off his shoes and discarding his tie as he rips the covers away from them, pressing himself over their defenceless body, relishing the way MC melted beneath with without resistence.

Eyes of liquid wonder gaze up at him adoringly as they slide their arms around his neck.

"You'd do well do remember who you belong too, little human." He growled, breath sending shivers down MC's spine as it tickled their ear, so close, and yet too far away. "Whose are you?"

"Yours." No hesitation, not a quiver of fear or doubt as their eyes beg him to come closer and finally lay his lips over theirs.

Lucifer doesn't care that MC's technically won, gotten him away from his work for the next 24 hours. He knows that he's just as much theirs as they are his, and loves it as he finally lets himself sink into their kiss, body aching to consume them whole until no astral form could tell where one ended and the other began.

The Queen's Torment, Pt. 4

Who's that?

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Reader attempts self-harm by influence of another character. Gore and violence (not from reader).

Characters: MC="you", Sybil, Diavolo, Lucifer, Barbatos, all brothers implied or mentioned explicitly.

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Pining. Unrequited love. Violence and gore. DiavoloxMC, LuciferxMC.

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"Sybil!"

There was a loud, demonic growl from where you came on from the balcony; that growl could only come from Diavolo.

You were blinded, and all you could focus on was making those voices stop whispering to you.

"I do believe you are most unwelcome here, Sybil," Barbatos said from the same area, with a low and deeply unhappy tone.

"Unwelcome? That bitch took what is rightfully mine, and I'm not leaving until I have it!" Sybil barked.

It was Lucifer, looking around Sybil, who realized that you were now almost entirely on top of the stone railing that lined the balcony, and just as you teetered to fall off of it, the must inhumane scream erupted from his throat.

In a series of lightning-fast movements, Barbatos had Sybil in a chokehold, and Diavolo and Lucifer shot to you to grab you as you gently shifted off the balcony, no longer lucid to what was going on. Both managed to grab an arm of yours, and together they pulled you back onto the balcony. Diavolo immediately handed you over Lucifer and went on his warpath to the person Barbatos held.

"You were the one Dream Torturing her, weren't you?" Diavolo barked, and all you heard in reply was a snap and a scream.

Lucifer clutched you in his arms, pulling you both down to sit on the cold stone balcony floor as he cradled you, whispering to you that you were alright and he would protect you, that he was sorry for letting you down again.

"Why did you come here Sybil?" Diavolo continued to shout. "You were told if you ever showed your face here again, there would be consequences, and then you go and torture my bride? My mate?" There was another snap, followed by Sybil's sobs of denial.

Slowly, your vision was coming back as though her spell on you was fading, and your face was mostly shielded by Lucifer's chest, but in your peripheral, you managed to catch a glimpse of what was going on. As Diavolo held her to the ground with his shoe on her skull, Barbatos was breaking each of her limbs.

Vapors started to come off of Diavolo now, and his true nature was starting to unfold. His fingers grew into long blackened talons, a fiery red floating crown above his head as he shifted past his usual demon form. This, this was something you hadn't ever seen or encountered before. His skin reddened as if scales were patterning across his flesh. He was taller, with feet looking more draconic.

"Say it!" he screamed at Sybil, who was just a slobbering, crying mess. Another snap, both legs now broken, probably completely shattered.

"I just wanted you back!" she cried out.

"I was never yours in the first place, you wretched thing. You couldn't handle my rejection and then you go and try to manipulate my soulmate into killing herself. It's unspeakable. Disgusting. Deplorable. Unforgivable."

"I sentence you to a life of eternal damnation, soulless, to be trapped in the Center Zone of the Ninth Circle, and you'll meet my father for such heinous crimes as treachery against me. Damned, lost, and forgotten, this is your punishment, Witch Sybil."

Lucifer then grabbed your head and turned it into his chest, no longer wishing you to witness what was unfolding, but you fought against him and in the final moments, you saw Diavolo's demonic hand grab the back of Sybil's head and without much effort, squeeze it to a pulp, as Barbatos ripped out her heart, sounds of sickening crunches following their motions. You buried your face back into his chest and trembled.

Just as the witch died, you felt the tension that was pounding in your skull fade, finally releasing her hold on you. It was with that release, you collapsed from exhaustion and passed out, falling into Lucifer's hold.

"Clean this up," Diavolo muttered to Barbatos, to which he bowed, now in his normal demon form.

The prince slowly walked over to you and Lucifer. "She's fine, but she passed out when Sybil passed," he said to Diavolo.

He crouched down to look you over, "She's probably exhausted from the torture. I'd hate to do this, but the ball isn't over yet, and I want to know if she'd like everyone to go home or stay," he replied.

With the Demon Lord's hand over your head, he silently removed the effects of the curse on you, revitalizing you as well.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you were met with chest of Lucifer. Slowly, you turned your head to see Diavolo, looking how he did when the ball started.

"My love, are you okay?" he murmured.

"I am, I feel much better," you whispered.

"This is your celebration, so I wanted to ask if you wanted to send everyone home early or continue the party? It's up to you," he said.

Thinking it over, you said, "I would like to continue the party but... after everything that happened..." you trailed off.

"Don't worry about that," Diavolo stated. "It's whatever you want to do. I'm sure the brothers would like to see you."

With a nod, you said, "Let's continue the party then."

The prince then stated, "I need to clean up, I'll be back momentarily." You then noticed the blood on his hands and cuffs of his jacket. He walked off before you could reply, and the scene behind him was already cleaned up as well.

After getting to your feet, Lucifer took your hand. "Darling," he whispered. You turned and faced him. "I... I was so scared to lose you," he stated, tears in his eyes. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight. "To see you throw yourself off the balcony to your death... that is my nightmare."

"I'm here, Lucifer, I'm okay," you mumbled into his chest.

Not being able to hold back, he suddenly pulled away and grabbed your shoulders, bending over to look you in the eye, "What were you thinking? You could have died!" he shouted.

You stiffened up, "Lucifer, I wasn't in control of myself. I was hearing voices and I was effectively blind."

He stared into your eyes, and he knew you were telling the truth. "I-I can't lose you, MC," he said with a choked rasp.

"Luci, my love..." you said in a hushed tone, cupping his face with your hands. You pulled him in for a sweet, tearful kiss. Murmured against his lips, you said, "I promise I won't ever do that. I'm here, with you, forever."

Lucifer rubbed his face against your hands, trying to regain composure. You then pulled one of his hands and placed it over your heart, so he could feel it beating, and you laid your head against his chest. You two remained like that for a few minutes until you were both calm again.

You pulled away first, "Better?" you asked.

He nodded, and you led him back into the castle, slowly making your way through the halls. Before you got to the ballroom, the six brothers were in the hall waiting for you. Satan walked up to you first.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking you over, grabbing your limbs to scan your body to see for himself.

"Satan, I'm fine. It's over," you said.

"So, a witch tried to kill you? Or rather get you to..." Levi started to say, and then couldn't finish his own sentence.

You raised an eyebrow and Satan replied, "Barbatos told us."

Belphie spoke up, "We made sure to keep the party going for you, are you ready to join us again?"

You gave a small smile and nodded, "I do want to try and enjoy the rest of the evening."

-

It was quiet in the castle, as most of the guests had left. It was just you, the brothers, and the royals. Gentle music played as you swayed with Diavolo. It was tense between you two for some reason, though, you'd wait until you were alone, but you tried to enjoy the moment with him.

Lucifer leaned against the wall, watching you like a hawk. He was scarred, whether he knew it or not, by the image of you falling off the balcony, and it was all he could do to just not let you out of his sight. His brothers were sitting on the floor nearby, idling chit chatting about whatever they thought of.

Mammon finally left the group and approached Lucifer nonchalantly.

"Talk to me," the second eldest said. The group had become quiet to listen to Lucifer tell the story.

"The witch was part of the royal court a long time ago, well-respected and the like, and she was very interested in Lord Diavolo, but he didn't reciprocate. Maddi was also interested, so there was a rivalry between the two witches. Sybil was banned from court and told to never come to the Devildom again after it was found she was going to make a love potion to use on Diavolo. When she heard about his relationship with MC, she retaliated by using the Dream Torture spell. We're not exactly sure when she did it, Barbatos will be looking into it, but she had likely been torturing MC for months now. Barbatos is also looking for when she killed Maddi and why. Anyway, she must have read about the royal announcement and decided to come to the ball to see the end of her work, by convincing MC to take her own life. She has now been sentenced to the Center Zone of the Ninth Circle," Lucifer explained.

Mammon tensed up there at the last, unable to fathom such a horror. He instantly looked at you, still in Diavolo's arms, and told himself he was grateful that you were still alive, as did his brothers.

"So, she'll be alright then," Mammon stated.

"Indeed, the spell broke when Sybil died. She'll probably still be traumatized by it, but otherwise, yes," Lucifer replied.

Leaving the second eldest behind, Lucifer walked up to you and Diavolo, "May I cut in?" Wordlessly, he took you from the prince and swayed with you.

"How was your party?" Lucifer murmured to you.

"I enjoyed it. I'm happy," you replied quietly.

"I'm glad," he stated. He looked around, thinking about the night's events. "I must apologize for earlier."

You shook your head, "There's no need. I understand," you replied.

"You're too gracious with me," Lucifer whispered, looking down at your sweet face.

A small smirk tugged at your lips. "I have to have a lot of grace when it comes to you and your brothers."

Lucifer couldn't fight the smirk on his mouth either, "That, I don't doubt."

The two of you went silent again, with your head laying on his chest, listening to his heart.

After several more minutes, the music had died, and it was completely silent in the ballroom. Stopping, you looked up at Lucifer. "I think I'd like to retire for the night," you whispered, looking a little run-down. He nodded, and then kissed your hand.

"You can stay here if you want," you continued whispering. "In fact, I think it would make me feel better."

"If that's what you want, I will," Lucifer whispered back.

After sending the other brothers back home, you told Lucifer to go ahead and go to your suite, as you went to find Diavolo.

After some light searching, you found him in his office, just staring out the window behind his desk. Silently, you moved throughout the room and stood next to him, looking out into the palace grounds with him.

Finally, he spoke up, "I'm glad you're okay."

"Are you okay?" you quipped.

He sighed, and then turned to face you, his hands clasped behind his back. "I am, but I'm also not."

"Do you want to talk about it?" you inquired. He looked back out to the window and then looked down at you again.

"I hope you don't see me as some sort of monster for what happened."

"I don't," you replied.

"And... to see you fall off the balcony, it's more than I could bear," he said painfully.

You nodded. "I understand. In those moments, I was blinded, and there were voices in my head telling me that if I just went to sleep, the pain would stop. I had a jarring headache all day today, and I didn't understand why until much later, which is why I left the party in the first place," you explained. You saw him about to interrupt you, and you held up a hand to stop him. "I know I should have said there was something wrong, but I had a bad feeling if I did speak up, it would get worse. When I was on the balcony, I couldn't fight the whispers, and they convinced me that if I fell off, I could go to sleep."

He was quiet, searching your eyes and face. "I'm sorry you had to see me do that. I'd be just as upset if I saw you doing the same," you finished.

"This is somehow all my fault. I should have just had Sybil eliminated all those years ago-" Diavolo started to say.

"That's all in hindsight, my love. It's over now, and I'm here, with you," you interrupted, cradling his cheek in your hand. He cupped your hand with his, staring down at you.

"I love you, MC," Diavolo whispered.

"And I love you, Diavolo," you whispered back. "Shall we go to bed? I'm rather looking forward to a peaceful night's sleep, for once."

Diavolo nodded, and you led him to your suite where Lucifer was already waiting.

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Thanks for reading <3

Hey there! Don't go too far because at 11:59pm CT tonight I'll be uploading the next part, which will be the finale for this chapter.

I will also be taking a small break from uploading so I can enjoy some time off. Your girl is currently sick and could use the rest. After the next upload tonight, "Love, Eternal" will return January 4th to start Chapter 8!

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this may not be exactly your kinda thing, but i'll throw this in your askbox just in case, for the 2.7k+ follower event~

may i have,,, 🌚 but with mc as the focus, and satan in the background. i just want... mc getting. a littol angwy. a littol evil.

satan is so proud of you but you - you can't believe you did this, this is crazy, no, really - but he insists, it's fine, it's fine...

come on now, you didn't expect to make pacts with seven demons and come out unscathed, did you?

Apologies for how late this is!!! Thank you for your patience. :')

Now, this isn't quite your request, only in that we like to write MCs that are open to the darker side of things...but hopefully this still kinda works for what you were looking for!

"I want to release the darkest side of me." - Satan/MC

You hadn’t meant for it to go this far. 

That’s what you keep telling yourself, fingers curled inward so tightly that nails dig into the skin of your palms. You can still feel it – the power that lies just beneath your skin, the power that has sunk deep into your bones. So easily can it rip through the sinews, so easily can you be consumed. 

It was a skill you had to learn, this control. You were no mere human, after all, but a sorcerer powerful enough to rival and even surpass Solomon the Wise himself. A human who had quite remarkably made pacts with the seven rulers of Hell, seven of the most powerful creatures in existence. A human who, with one simple command, could bring all seven of them to their knees at once – all without breaking a sweat. 

So why did these lesser demons think they could best you? Taunt you? Harm you? 

Foolish bastards, you think. Pathetic.  

And this wrath, fire at your fingertips, is a rage that brings out its Avatar’s sharp and menacing grin as he watches you from the shadows. Eyes of viridian glowing in delight, he slowly brings himself to your side, steps echoing against stone. 

“Well, MC. That was quite a show. I didn’t even need to step in.” He whispers into your ear, hovering just over your shoulder. “...How are you feeling?” 

“Fantastic.” The word slips through your lips without second thought. “I didn’t even realize you were here.”

“Oh, I only showed up a few moments ago. I felt a strong emotional pull through our pact and thought you might be in danger – but obviously, you handled yourself quite well.” He surveys the scene before you with a hum of approval. There, amid broken furniture and ash-covered walls, were the mangled bodies of three demons. Not quite dead, but a far cry from good health. 

“I’m…not quite sure what happened.” It starts to dissipate, that flame and fury that had set your chest ablaze. “The rage just took over at one point and I couldn’t help but use my magic to get them to leave me alone.” You close your eyes, telling yourself to breathe. “All I could think about was wiping those smiles off of their faces and breaking their hands for trying to touch me.” 

“And you’ve done just that. An excellent job, I have to say.” He cannot hide the glee in his voice, the satisfaction he gets from feeding off of your wrathful outburst. But then, his smile falters. “...Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

“I’m fine, I think.” Slowly opening your eyes, you look down at your hands. Traces of blood and soot cover your skin. “You know, it’s been strange, ever since I’ve unlocked my magical ability and learned to tap into my power. Your power.” Flexing your fingers, you turn to fix your gaze on Satan. “It’s been overwhelming, having to learn so much in such a short amount of time. And there are times I want to release the darkest side of me, all of the parts of me I’ve forced deep down inside to be a good person, a good human. It’s tempting. To just … let go.”

“You’re in the Devildom, love.” Satan smirks, bringing himself to stand in front of you. A hand goes to cup your chin, his gaze intense as he looks deep into your eyes. “You’re allowed to let go sometimes. I encourage you to.”

“Well, of course you do.” A lighthearted scoff, you slightly shake your head with a smile. “But, how the hell am I going to explain this to Diavolo?”

“You won’t.” Satan places a light kiss on your cheek before releasing your jaw. Now with an arm around you, he leads you out of the room with a smug grin, throwing one last glance to your victims with delight. 

“Leave it all to me.”

Can't pick a favorite! They are all amazing!

I just hit 100 followers so here are more of those AI generated lucifers lol 😆

Yes! This is totally Mammon. 🥰

⩩ MAMMON + JELLY → @jellymoonbear

MEETING IN THE HUMAN WORLD. MODERN AU.

it was love at first sight, as Mammon was running to catch the train to go work, you were going in the opposite direction. stopping on his tracks to stare at you with his heart beating on his throat, mouth almost hanging open, but you didn't saw him too, and he was way to much in a hurry to go behind you, so instead, Mammon only prayed he could meet you next day.

and that's how it began, with Mammon waking up earlier than usual to pick an earlier train and hopefully see you again, he did everything he could, going to next station, changing his route, waiting for you to arrive, days after days until he saw you again. but this time he wasn't in a rush, so approaching you with blushing cheeks was easier, stuttering lightly when he asked for your phone number.

and how lucky he was that the pretty girls number kept in his phone turned into your name followed by a lot of heart emojis and a picture of the both of you as your and his lockscreen.

Simeon rot

he's the romantic one (simeon x gn!reader)

ay new smut with the angel man! but also please stop torturing me with your beauty!! i am BRoke!!!!

content warnings:

-reader is described as flat-chested (no mention of genitalia)

++established relationship shenanigans (of the movie date variety), some finger sucking and mentions of spit, gratuitous nipple play, frottage, handjobs

word count: 2.6k words

minors do not interact

With the weak volume of your laptop's speaker, you have to share a pair of earphones with Simeon, sitting close enough that your thighs touch.

"I-I don't get why they've got to hook up in the middle of the apocalypse. Ew—" You clap a hand over your eyes with a smack.

"Eh? Are you alright?" You should be thrilled. He's got his attention now trained on you.

"Mhm, yeah. I'm fine. It's just—ew what the fuck they're kissing—" In your blind search to lower the volume, your fingers accidentally increase the volume even more. You scream in tandem with the actors' moans and yank up the collar of your shirt to obscure your face, dislodging the earphone out and cutting yourself off from the audio.

Thankfully, a pair of hands shuts the laptop screen closed, putting out the last of your bedroom's light.

"I didn't think a romance scene would put you off."

Your face is still burning from the ordeal that you were put through. But you could project it—your mortification—onto that, the movie. Sitting back on your palms, you fumble blindly for the earphone. Simeon hands it to you and you quietly thank him.

"I-it's the end of the world!" you reasoned, "why would they be doing something like that? Shouldn't they be trying to—oh, I don't know—survive?"

He laughs, a carefree sound that doesn't contain a hint of mockery. You then feel the weight of his head leaning against your shoulder. "You can't blame them for wanting to... commemorate their last few days together." Maybe it's the darkness of the room, making you hyper aware of his presence beside you. You can hear a hint of wistfulness in his voice. Well, he did have a sense for romanticism.

There was a running joke that he was the cheesy one. Something something, mansplain, malewife.

"'Commemorate,'" you snort. "You sound like the type who'd wanna get married before having sex."

"And you're the one who started screaming once the leads kissed." His laughter doesn't let up. "I didn't quite peg you for the shy type."

It's not like you were completely inexperienced! You open the laptop and readjust the volume. You've watched porn and read erotica. You were given the talk about the birds and the bees, and sometimes you've indulged in your needs with your hand. This was a completely natural thing that happened, especially in movies. But even with all that knowledge...

"Actually...it was when it cut to their naked bodies but still." You protest, "I'm not shy... It's just, I'm—" You wince at the change in angle as it focuses on their faces, focuses on all the nasty sounds their lips make as they sloppily make out. "—grossed out by bodies...Why does it sound like that—they're so...into it, eugh." You turn your head away and instead look at a patch of blankets lit up by your laptop's screen.

Unaffected by the scene in front of him, Simeon muses thoughtfully, "I guess the acting might not be your cup of tea. It does seem a bit...forced." He was a writer himself, but more than that, he was an angel. Did he ever have to think about these things outside of his line of work? Well, he might not have had much reason to initially, you reason. But if he was with you now... your mind starts wandering. Did he think of you in those situations? Did casual skinships like this—sitting thigh to thigh, hands brushing against each other, little contact points to hardly exchange warmth—also have any effect on him?

If you hadn't ruined the movie watching with your annoying screaming, you were definitely ruining the experience by continuing to make a scene out of this.

"It's so bad, I can't continue watching," you groan, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyesockets. Your cheeks still have yet to stop burning with secondhand embarrassment. Your own hands reach out to shut the laptop screen closed a second time. This time, deliberate. "I'm sorry, I'm—ugh."

You are a mess.

The silence of your room combined with the thump of your pulse in your ears compounds your discomfort. "Would you have wanted to watch something else?" you ask. Why did you turn to face him? You were both sitting in darkness, so it's not like he could see you.

Simeon scoots closer to your side. He makes a non-committal noise. "I don't always watch this kind of genre, so it was interesting." His hand slips underneath the hem of your shirt, with his gloved fingertips pressed against the small of your back.

Your posture straightens at the feeling against your bare skin. "I probably ruined it, didn't I?" you blurt out.

"Well, your reactions partly made it interesting." His hand rises to rest against the base of your shoulder blade.

Thanks for calling me juvenile, you think to yourself. Your hands tighten into clammy fists, creasing the fabric of your bedsheets. "Simeon, I love you, but I think you're just saying things—" Your sentence tapers off into a surprised squeak when his palm brushes against your front.

The little noise seems to echo throughout the confines of your bedroom. "I do mean it, really, I do," Simeon reasons, his other hand snakes around your waist. Both of his palms, warm and gentle and all of those good sensations, are cupping your chest. It isn't quite stimulating, but nonetheless, it leaves you anticipating for more. "I did want to do more than just watch a movie with you though." You then hear a note of suggestiveness creep into his voice.

Your pulse speeds, buzzing with excitement. You can't fight the growing smile on your lips. "What do you mean by 'more'?"

The longer strands of his hair are tickling the side of your head as he leans closer to you. "Let me touch you, please?" he whispers right against your ear, low and breathy and needy. And you feel your pulse stutter at the sound of your name falling from his lips.

He's already been touching you, you want to say. But your words get caught in your throat. And all you can do is place your hands atop his, lean into his touch. One of your hands searches for him—

"Mm!" The firm press of his lips to yours makes you melt in his hold. Equally needy for him, maybe greedier for more. But Simeon, with all his patience and his considerate nature, is a slow lover. His tongue slips into your mouth. He isn't doing anything forceful, but you can feel your breath being stolen away. Even in his gentleness, there's something almost lewd and obscene in the gesture—He wasn't boring, far from it.

You were just impatient. Needy. Greedy.

Simeon pulls away, lightly panting. Your own breathing is also quick, chest rising and falling underneath his palms. You can feel drool running down the side of your mouth. Thank God you're under the cover of darkness in your room, he won't have to see the accompanying dazed expression on your face.

"I...hah... thought you were going to...touch me..."

"Hm? I am." His lips graze the side of your jaw—

—then the junction between your neck and shoulder— "...but...I thought..."

He hums, waiting for you to gather your words. "Thought what?" You feel his breath ghost along the center of your nape.

Was he really going to make you say it aloud? Heat creeps up your neck. You swallow tightly in a vain attempt to dispel the growing fluster. "I thought you were going to touch my...chest...a-ah Simeon—"

His gloved palms squeeze the sensitive flesh and you arch into his touch. You catch yourself, biting off the moan that threatens to escape your throat. Instead digging your nails into the skin of his wrist.

"I haven't forgotten about these," he reassures, "just let me take care of you."

The heat emanating from his body is persistent against your back. Both sides of your body are bracketed by his legs and it leaves you no room for escape. The most you can do is shift your legs in a vain attempt to relieve the growing pressure between your thighs. The tips of his fingers idly trace circles around your areolas, the gentle motion teases your nipples erect.

You're very much sure that the darkness of your bedroom is adding to it, multiplying the sensations tenfold. When he pinches the nub in between his fingers, it tears a high-pitched keening noise from your throat. Your chest pushes forward to lessen the twinge of pain. Your arousal is hard to hide at this point, you're sure that he can feel you shifting on his lap.

"Wouldn't you want me to turn around?" Your voice comes out in a whisper. So you can face him and also run your hands along his body. Maybe even get to feel him put his mouth on your chest. You want—no, you need something to occupy your hands, instead of just having them sitting there.

Instead of leaving you helpless. Passive. Subjected to his touch. A mere recipient.

"No, not yet." His hand leaves your chest and you whine at the loss of touch. Your dismay only elicits a soft laugh from him. Your ears pick up the sound of rustling fabric and before you can piece together its source, you feel the tip of his finger prodding at your bottom lip. "Will you open up?" he asks. Oh. So he took off his gloves.

You don't need to be told twice. You open your mouth and lave his fingers with your tongue. Your eyes flutter shut as the digits explore your mouth. Pressing down on your tongue, brushing against the inside of your teeth, grazing the edges of your teeth, coating them in even more of your spit. He doesn't push until the back of your throat, only shallowly fucking the inside of your mouth with his fingers. The slow deliberate movement sends you further down your arousal, filling your head with fog. Your hips thrust against empty air, searching for some kind of relief. It feels good but it's not enough—

"Mm...just like that," Simeon praises before withdrawing his fingers. Your lips feel puffy, more drool slips down your chin. You chase after his hand only to be pulled flush against his chest. His spit-laden fingers return to toy with your nipples and the newfound sensation wrings out a pitiful mewl. What you would give to have his fingers at the junction of your thighs.

"Simeon, let me touch you too, please..." you whine, unable to keep the building frustration out of your voice. You can feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, an insistent heat against your lower back. Wasn't he getting impatient too?

You feel him turn you around to pull you into another deep kiss, feel him swallow your long drawn-out moan, swallow down your frustration and need until you're wrenching away to gather air back into your lungs. Simeon, not quite, sated moves lower and mouths at the hollow of your throat. Moves down your torso to seal his mouth around one of your nipples. His other hand doesn't stop groping at your chest, doesn't stop palming at the heated flesh. Every brush of his tongue and fingers against your overstimulated nipples sends a little tremor through you.

The stimulus is almost bordering on painful, but in this position, you can grind against him. Savor the friction between both your groins. The fabric of your bottoms reduced to a thin barrier.

"Can I touch you too?" Your fingers ghost along his waist, hovering just short of making contact.

Simeon pulls away, releasing the nub with a pop. "Mhm." You feel him shudder as your hand brushes against the skin of his lower stomach. After unbuttoning his pants and taking his cock into your hand, you slowly drag the tip of your finger against the sensitive vein running along the underside of his shaft. His breath hitches. "...do it gently, please." His hold on you tightens and he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You can't get enough of that sound, the shaky whimper and the addicting breathiness of his voice when he calls your name.

The steady stream of precum leaking from his tip makes it easy to meet every cant of his hips with your strokes. Your hand curls into a tight fist for him to fuck. "Don't forget about..." Your other hand guides him back to your chest.

"Mmh..." The flat of his tongue drags against your other nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. The gesture elicits a low groan from deep in your chest.

Quiet moans mixed with curses and praises, chants of your name and his, 'more' and 'need' and 'please', you're not sure who's saying what anymore. There's no one else to hear, but your attempts at stiflling the sounds—only making them just barely audible for the other—makes the darkness of your room all that more hallowed.

His thrusts grow more clumsy the closer he draws to release. You can feel your thighs straining with exertion. The only warning you get is the graze of his teeth against the nub, followed by him releasing your nipple to claim your mouth in another bruising kiss. And you feel him spill into your hand. Your pace doesn't let up, thoroughly milking every drop from him.

...

(You keep the lights of your room on a low setting, so that neither of you trip or knock against anything as you clean up. Not that you're a messy person, but going several rounds made a simple trip to the bathroom more difficult than it needed to be. You forego your shirt, leaving it hanging off the edge of your hamper. You give your chest a cursory glance and—oh. Those look...

You set the fresh shirt from your cabinet back down.

"Should I just go shirtless...they're probably going to chafe..." you mutter to yourself as you stare at the forming bruises on your chest. Prodding a finger against your nipple elicits a quiet, pained hiss.

You don't think you can understand his fascination with your chest. Much less why he always focused so much of his attention on the two little nubs. They were small, pretty much unremarkable. Well, the underside of the shallow curve sometimes felt ticklish, but more than anything, it took an agonizing amount of time to get you to feel that much.

"I wanted to see if you could do it hands-free." Simeon's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Your shoulders tense and your hands quickly drop to your sides. While he's also clad in his underwear, his posture is relaxed, loose.

At your wide-eyed stare, he says, "you were kind of...talking aloud." His expression is sheepish, but there's an undeniable tone of fondness and amusement coloring his words.

It doesn't take long for you to piece together what 'do it hands-free' means. Your hand claps over your mouth out of mortification. "I-is that even possible though?" Your cheeks feel hot, you can't look him in the eye and duck your gaze. "Th-that has to just be a porn thing."

His lips are right against your ear and it sends more heat through your frame. You can hear the smile in his words. "I still think it's worth a try, don't you?" You remember how you were reduced to a whining, needy mess in his lap. If that's what an attempt entailed, then what more if it became a regular thing?

"Argh, shut up! Sleep!" You knock your pillow against the side of his head. It does little to dispel the fluttering in your stomach.)

*twirls hair* haha simeon having a thing for small tits... let me have this one (1) singular fantasy

anyway if you liked reading this, don't be afraid to reblog and holler in the tags. your comments mean everything in my fight against my inner saboteur.💕💕

This is cute, though!

Mc has a Little D. of the Brothers

Original

Lucifer:

where did you even get this thing? you know what doesn´t matter throw it out

what do you mean no? you can´t seriously want to keep this thing it´s acting ridiculous! (jokes on him the Little D. of Pride acts just like Lucifer)

and it´s especially funny because the Little D. say the same thing

which angers Lucifer (if you want the Little Pride to survive you should probably run)

needless to say he will always hate that you insist on keeping it around

but he also can´t really say anything against it

because he is a major Simp

Mammon:

you just brought home little D. Nr.2 one day

where did you get it from? nobody knows…

this is not true Barbatos allowed you to keep him

it´s funny watching both of them bicker

it´s not so funny when both of them work together

considering a lot more things in the House of Lamentation go missing

yeah everybody knows it was those two

Mammon get´s in trouble, Little D. No.2 get´s away without trouble

partially because he´s a Little D. partially because he belongs to you and they don´t want to mess with you

Leviathan:

both of them are Envious of the other

is it a surprise? no, is it annoying? totally

they also get jealous of each other when only one of them can spend time with you

this situation is pretty much just Levi´s normal fits of jealousy but now it´s times two

if they weren´t so loud it would actually be really funny

one of them wants to play games? if the other wasn´t invited and finds out they will throw a tantrum

okay this one is actually hilarious until Leviathan summons Lotan

than you´re panicking

Satan:

they get along surprisingly well

which is probably thanks to the fact that both of them love to read and cats

the Little D. joins you and Satan in the cat café meetups

but just because Satan and the Little D. don´t fight against each other doesn´t mean everyone is safe

let´s just say when anybody angers them (which is easy) it will end in a blood bath

or just beating people up doesn´t matter if they angered them or not

but otherwise you have a nice time ^-^

Asmodeus:

he´s actually really happy to spoil it

and the Little D. loves it

you actually can´t tell who he loves more

it´s the Little D. simply because it let´s Asmo dress it up in whatever he wants and enjoys it

actually at this point it´s just his

doesn´t matter that you brought it home it now belongs to Asmo

he also love taking pictures for his Devilgram with the Little D. (and sometimes you are allowed to be in them)

his followers also love the Little D. nearly as much as they love Asmo

Beelzebub:

you actually have to be careful when food is involved because they will either fight for it or one of them might try to accidentally eat the other

it´s a little funny though when the Little D. accidentally bites Beel

not so funny when Beel does the biting considering he could and would eat the Little D.

back to funny

bake those two only One cake and watch them fight to the death over it (and growl at everyone who tries to get a piece)

Belphegor:

they are nap buddies

Belphie likes to use it as as a pillow and the Little D. likes being squished

it´s actually a weirdly cute sight

if they aren´t sleeping somewhere dangerous or in the middle of the room (Mammon tends to trip over them)

or forcing you to join in on their napping sessions

which wouldn´t be a problem if Belphie wouldn´t do it every time Lucifer wants you to do something or you have chores to do

or they just lay on you so you can´t move

lucifer's day off (#1 of ??)

Adorable MC with her demons.

The Obey Me Characters Responding to you Butchering Their Name | Pt.2

Pairing: Obey Me Boys x f!reader

Notes: Once again, I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter. Honestly only doing a few characters or having two chapters today is almost a relief sometimes because occasionally it’s troublesome trying to come up with so many responses 😅

In this chapter, the characters are: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor!

If you want to follow the series as I create more chapters, you can follow my link to the {masterlist} for the entire series!

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Who says Luci doesn't care about his lil bro? 😋

he's drooling...

#Beel is so unique #

gentle giant

beelzebub who has obscure knowledge because he cares so much about his brothers' interests, they become his, too – or, a slight beelzebub character study at 3am because i need it and so do you.

beelzebub who can name every constellation in the night sky of all three realms, who knows both astrology and astronomy, who has read all of belphie's essays and research papers, who was there when they were written.

beelzebub who knows how to play (and cheat, and win) about every casino game, who knows how to do fast math even if he doesn't really care for it, who checks the fucking stock market every morning to see if mammon's mood will be affected by it or not.

beelzebub who knows the difference between the scent of white and red roses, who knows how to properly do your (and his) makeup, who has memorised which products are good for his complexion and how many times a day he needs to apply sunscreen, because asmo swears that the fridge light hits him as much as the sun would have in the human world.

beelzebub who can quote jane austen and poe and shakespeare and euripides from memory, who makes references from books that were destroyed with the library of alexandria, who knows about every breed of cat there is, who listens to satan explain whose fur is the thickest and whose the softest.

beelzebub who will rewatch tsl for hours, who will carry boxes upon boxes of games upstairs, who will (poorly) draw ruri from memory, who will know how to play most games levi hyperfixates on and the plot from most anime he has rambled about.

beelzebub who knows even the most bizzare of genres of music, who can taste the difference between a thousand year and a thousand and one year aged demonus, who immediately recognises the jazz song lucifer is playing when he wants to spend quality time with him but doesn't want to disturb him.

beelzebub who, if you ask him about his interests, will reply that he doesn't really have any, who will search within him for an ounce of self, who will give up after a while because he is six beings in one, and he doesn't know if there's room for one more.

beelzebub who decides that it's okay to be a mosaic of his favourite beings, who finds out that he has been carrying seven in him all along, who gazes in your – a human's – eyes and understands why she fought and why she fell and why she tried so much.

beelzebub who, in his spare time, will go in the human world to visit museums and archaeological sites and long abandoned villages, who will reminisce about when everything he just saw was once new and shining, who will retrace the steps he took aeons ago, alone this time.

beelzebub who often feels lost, who grieves and eats and grieves some more, who carries the memory of his sister because he once read that one truly stops existing when they are forgotten, yet smiles when he sees red roses and shiny coins and old books and video games and cursed records and the starry sky, who sighs into your neck right before he falls asleep and promises to never forget the way your skin feels under his.

beelzebub who, without you asking him, tells you he likes flowers and animals, who likes everything the sun touches, whose eyes glimmer when you ask him to tell you about yarrows and their meaning and their colours, who will explain in a heartbeat, just for you.

beelzebub whose self is a wounded one, a fighting one, whose self is a memory box he just keeps adding into, a scrapbook of eternity's erosion, who finds happiness in the little things, in the simple things, who binds his family together.

beelzebub who loved and loves and will love until there's nothing of him left, until he is the last one remembering, until the night sky is no longer a painting, but just an accumulation dead stars.

Summer Leviathan <3