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200 FOLLOWERS PROMPT LIST AAAAAA

Holy fucking shit i did not expect this ! thank you so much?? As a thank you im going to do a little dialogue request thing because A) tysm and B) I need to get used to writing requests.

Okay, so this is how it will go:

Choose an obey me character, a genre (fluff, angst, suggestive, etc.), the nature of the relationship between you and the character (romantic, platonic, familial, sexual, etc.) and a prompt number. Send an ask (anon or not idc) with all three and I’ll write it!

Please do this if it flops I’ll be humiliated. 😭 🙏

I write for all shown characters except for Thirteen, Mephistopheles, and Raphael! Also anything with Luke will be platonic if it isn’t obvious already.

im pretty sure these r tumblr prompts but I got them off Pinterest so idk ☹️☹️ lmk if you know who these are from!!

QUESTION QUESTION QUESTION

what nicknames / terms of endearment do you think the brothers would call MC ?

to all the people who sent in prompt requests im so sorry it’s the illness i swear-

BUT ANYWAYS

Pet Names the Brothers Call MC

Lucifer

heart’s dearest

okay so i read this in a fic once and it’s a guilty pleasure of mine now i absolutely adore this pet name and fully believe Luce would call you this it’s canon guys there’s no room for objection

flower

you bloom in his presence and he will nourish your growth with everything he has to make sure you never wither away

darling

this one i think would be for either softer moments OR when he’s fed up with you and he’s like ‘darling, please get Cerberus off of you, he’s over 400 pounds it’s not safe for you to let him sit on you like that’ and ur jus like ‘hehe ouppy’

honorable mentions: dear/dearest, precious, dove, angel (teehee)

Mammon

treasure

cmon guys we all know that he would call you this it’s basically canon I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN RAHHH 🗣️🗣️‼️ he’s so sweet my baby mwah mwah. I can’t see him calling you jewel or ruby or anything like that it’s too formal for him. maybe diamond ??

birdie

yk how crows are his familiars? yeah. plus whenever he looks at you he feels his heart soar and he thinks not even the sky is the limit when it comes to the two of you. you just make him so happy bro :(

sweetheart

once again i think this could be used for softer or sadder moments BUT also when he’s like being silly or cheeky w you hes so babygirl coded he so meow

honorable mentions: darlin’, babe/baby, angel (he would also call you this but it’s less intense and more casual), human

cmon u thought I would forget? ur always gna be his human :)

Leviathan

let’s be so fr he would be so HESITANT to call you anything he’s so cringefail (affectionate) but let’s see hmm

player two

he wouldn’t be like ‘my player two :)’ but he would call you that affectionately while talking to you he’s a gamer he can’t help it !! ur always by his side, the best teammate he cld ask for :(

star

he calls you star whenever he’s like super excited like if you defeat a really hard level for him or together WITH him it’s really cute but he gets all embarrassed afterwards dbsjskjebe

sunshine

okay so ik what y’all are thinking, no way mans has the guts to call you this BUT HEAR ME OUT. he’s feeling vulnerable and sad and youre like the sun for him! he (lizard style) feels like he can bask in your warmth and you brighten his days. you’re comforting him while he’s resting his head on your shoulder and after a while he feels better, offering a shy smile and a, “thanks, sunshine.”

honorable mentions: henry, mana (u recharge him !!), oyster (he tried calling you pearl once but blurted out oyster instead. he doesn’t call you this but you refuse to let it go and he hates it #loserboy(affectionate))

Satan

kitten IM KIDDING IM KIDDING

my heart

cmon have you never heard his song ‘read my heart’ ??? you taught him how to love; you have such a tight grip on his heart that it might as well be yours by now

beautiful / gorgeous

this man is so smooth sometimes WITHOUT EVEN TRYING he genuinely finds you breathtaking he’s not even trying to be slick this is a genuine nickname for you,,,making kissy faces at him rn.

love / lovely / my love

he loves you send tweet. but he’s honestly so sweet and genuine about it. he has this precious small little smile on whenever he calls you it in public and he looks so boyish and sweet how can you not fall for him??? he left you with no choice

honorable mentions: my light, my fire, ladybird (regardless of gender)

Asmodeus

precious

you’re genuinely precious to him. this man adores you with every fiber of his being. you jus mean ??? everything to him???

cutie / cutiepie

ur just so adorable to him like LOOK AT THIS LITTLE HUMAN ??? adorable. when he’s feeling especially overwhelmed by you he pulls out the cutiepie and pinches your cheeks and sometimes it kinda hurts :(( dw tho he’ll treat you to an exclusive all inclusive asmo night just for the two of you if you let him know, so…no complaints here!

jewel

he may have been the jewel of the heavens but you’re by far the most precious jewel he has come across. he treats you like you’re priceless—only makes sense that the name fits the action.

honorable mentions: darling, sweetheart/sweetie, honey, lovely

Beelzebub

sweets

okay so he loves food but he doesn’t wanna call you something that’s OBVIOUSLY food related because he loves you in a different way he loves food yk??? and he wants you to know he sees you as more than that. so he calls you sweets because just thinking about you makes him feel like sugar’s melting softly on his tongue

flame

spoilers! yk the life candle incident thing? yeah. you basically are his life force with what you did. he’ll never forget that. you are his driving force, his life, his flame <3

bear

IT SOUNDS SO WEIRD AT FIRST but just listen okay 😭 it started off as teddy bear when he first started to try and come up with pet names for you but he didn’t like how that made you sound because yeah you may be human but you are the strongest being he has ever had the honor of meeting ?? you make him feel so capable and strong but the fact that you also have his back makes him feel…strange (he has butterflies guys)

honorable mentions: buzz (bees make honey plus based off a hc of what MC calls the boys), baby, fire

(i had such a hard time with him guys 😭)

Belphegor

bug / lovebug

LISTEN. THIS BITCH IS SO ANNOYING. (affectionate) he started calling you bug and you didn’t know where it came from and so you asked and he said ‘like a bedbug. bc ur annoying.’ he’s so mean i hate him :((( but he’s always been a bit of a brat what can u expect…definitely not him adding love to it. he called you lovebug when your guard was down and when you looked at him in shock the absolute cutest most sweet smile took over his face??? this is not fair cmon

bip / bips / bippy

it started as ‘personal body pillow’ bc belph is an entitled little mf and eventually got shortened to ‘bp’ pronounced ‘bip’ and then it evolved. complain all you want but you enable him by letting him use you as a personal pillow man. hes so cute when he shuts his mouth tho you can’t help it :((

bunny

he thinks its a cute nickname send tweet. but in all honestly belphie is sweet when he wants to be and he thinks ur super cute ! he usually calls you bunny when he’s teasing you but the name will slip out in an occasional moment of vulnerability <3

honorable mentions: babe, mommy (gn), buttercup, the first initial of your name

hopefully ygs like this i started struggling after a while 😭

parts of these come from bits of canon from my own inner world but honestly the boys all love you and are really sweet so ☹️🫶

beel and belphie were especially hard because i really think they would mostly just use variations of your name but I TRIED MY BEST HOPEFULLY IT WAS TO UR SATISFACTION

send an ask over if you want me to do the dateables or alternatively, what MC/you call the brothers!

“im sorry im so hard to love” vs “loving you comes more naturally to me than breathing” my beloved. just. yeah.

telling the brothers you want a baby

smau

afab reader implied in satan and asmo’s

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lucifer:

mammon:

leviathan:

satan:

asmodeus:

beelzebub:

belphegor:

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howd i do for my first smau it sounded fun so i thought id give it a shot !

ik these are lowkey ooc but i just wanted them to be funny soz 😭

I have been craving for a good leona fic lately. Like u look for them but I can't find any that scratch that itch. Like I know in theory I write my own if I wanted to but I just started school and I've been busy with other stuff too.

I'm just venting rn before I to sleep so I probably won't write for anything tonight, but tomorrow I might write for either OM! beelzebub or a twst au.

Hell can wait

Paring - Beelzebub x Reader

Triggers - N/a

Warnings - fluff, good feels, yelling

Summary - The reader is the deadly sin Wrath in needing of some comfort as she hears the bad news of Armageddon

It had been a long, dreadful day for the living sin. She wasn’t a very...patient woman. Many knew her as Wrath, but her lover, Beelzebub, knew the sin by her name, Y/n. On the outside she was cold, evil dripping from her veins and words. On the inside, she wasn’t that bad. She had feelings, albeit very little, though she did have them. It just so happened she fell for the Lord of The Flies themself. As did Beelzebub. The demons would have never guessed. Beelzebub was a demon without feeling, yet they fell for the deadly sin. To which, the sin walked up to her lover, seething from the ears. All was silent as the demons around watched, knowing what was about to happen. “He what!!” Yelled the sin, the outline of her veins turning a dark red, almost black as she stood in front of her lover. The echo of her yell traveled through hell, it’s just what happened when Wrath felt...wrath. “The boy changed reality.” Beelzebub buzzed, almost unfazed by her temper. They were used to it by now, though in the past they were afraid of it. Y/n took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to calm herself, though her veins lied for her, pumping thick and large with rage. “Satan himself couldn’t even stop him?! Well great!” She called out sarcastically, plopping down on the Lords throne, not caring that she did so. “What are we going to do now Beel?” She asked, the sin trying to calm down the best she could. She didn’t like losing her temper with them, even if it wrath is she is. “I don’t know Y/n. I do know the angels will pay for this.” They replied, picking up the woman with their arms, sitting on their throne with the sin in their lap. Beelzebub didn’t show affection much, this being one of the only times they ever had. Mostly to keep the sin calm, they didn’t need more paperwork on what damage would happen on Earth. “I swear I’m going to kill those feathered Jesus freaks.” She replied, wrapping her arms around their waist, sighing softly. Their veins had calmed, showing she had as well. If anyone were to pay attention, Beelzebub gave the faintest hint of a smile, but anyone could have missed it. Y/n didn’t, which made her smile as well, calming her down instantly. A row of her pearly whites shown in the damp place, the only thing that was bright in the entire place. “Come on Beel, lets go somewhere else.” She spoke, snapping them to their room. She didn’t like people watching them, liking to keep her ego high. She snuggled against the demon, making them huff slightly, but wrap an arm around their lover. “We will win Y/n. One way or another. We will bring hell to heaven and Earth.” They spoke, a slight buzz in their words, making the sin smile once more. Many people found the buzzing rather annoying, but to her it was music. “I know my love. For now, let us enjoy each other for now. Tomorrow, we’ll plan for the end.” She spoke, giving the demon a small peck on their lips, resting her head on their chest, hearing a faint heart beating. She didn’t see it, but Beelzebub smiled as they held the deadly sin in their arms, silently agreeing with her. Hell can wait for a day.

Johnnytober 3°: kisses

"I love you, you know that?"

You blushed again, no matter how many times she would say it, how much you already expected it, it would always hit the same if not harder. Her hands would caress your cheeks, admiring your face as if it was a painting of the Renaissance. The pure beauty of the human body.

"... Y-Yes I k-know..."

"But do you know how much that is?" She would raise a eyebrow as she tilts her head, her snow like short hair following as her red eyes seemed to hypnotize you, like falling into a deep abyss that you never want to leave.

"... M-Maybe?"

She would giggle and shake her head. "Oh darling~" she would lean in, kissing your face softly. She would grab your head, hands on the side underneath your ears, so you couldn't escape her onslaught of kisses. They would leave marks, red as he lips, and of course some would hit your lips.

It made you blush so badly, your knees would be so weak as your heart beats as loud as a marching band.

When she finish, she would gaze at you again for a moment. "Do you understand or I have to do it again~?"

And there you were melting at her hands.

Please don't judge me lol, this was so for me-

Johnnytober 7°: The thrill of getting caught

You really shouldn't be there.

It was supposed to be Beelzebub meeting with the other sins, the kind of stuff no lowly hellborn like you should be near in, yet look at where you were. Serving her like a needy puppy.

Your tongue ran across her pussy, slowly up and down, as your hands caressed the sides of her legs. Her fur was so soft, and you could feel the goosebumps that ran on her skin as you got bolder.

She was so unusually quiet, I'm your and everyone opinions, but you didn't blame her. She was really holding the urge to moan, specially as you ran your tongue around her clit, circling it until eventually sucking on it.

Her whimpering was music to your ears, so divine in this hellish wasteland you thought you were in heaven instead. You heard the others ask if she was alright, and she said she was fine.

A lie, you were sure she was more than fine~

Week 1 is done~

The OM brothers with an GN!MC who is clingy and loves to hug them all the time?

Thank you so much for the ask anon!! I hoped I did you justice. Sorry it took so long...

Clingy Reader Imagines

Genre: Imagines, fluff

Characters: (gn! reader), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor.

Side Characters version...

Lucifer:

Doesn't mind it but he only completely enjoys it privately because he can give you his full attention.

Your hugs comfort him after a long day of paperwork (and dealing with his brothers and their shenanigans).

Not a big fan of PDA, but he can't really say no to you and therefore, allows you to even sit on his lap while he's working so you don't feel unloved......well unless someone walks in.

He may not reciprocate the hugs in the best way possible but he tries his best to show you that he appreciates you.

Mammon:

The clingiest of the lot.

Will most likely lie that he hates the whole concept of you being clingy, but the blush on his face gives everything away.

Completely MELTS when you hug him tightly.

Claims it makes him feel like he's protecting you.

Gets extremely putty in your hands if you add a kiss on his neck when you're hugging him.

Wants you to be as clingy as possible in public so he can show you off to others as "his".

Will reciprocate your hugs with even warmer hugs so you feel as loved as possible.

Leviathan:

Becomes an adorable mess when you hug him, or even show him slight affection.

His face is reminiscent to that of a tomato.

First time you hugged him, he nearly fainted.

He will let you hug him when he's gaming.

Bonus if you're a gamer. Then he'll make you sit in front of him and hugs you from behind.

If you ask him, he will turn into his demon form so his tail can wrap around you when you're both sleeping.

Gives you all the attention in the world whenever you need.

Extremely jealous when you hug others and may summon Lotan if anyone tried anything funny.

Satan:

Blushes when you hug him and smiles faintly.

Head pats <<33

Isn't sure how to reciprocate your affection so he just sit there for a while before deciding to hug you back.

You make up for the lack of clinginess he possesses.

Unlike Lucifer, he appreciates a moderate amount of PDA and doesn't mind hugging you, or simply holding your hand in front of public eye.

Considering he's the Avatar of Wrath, he's very much calm when you hug others, as long as he knows them.

Asmodeus:

Adores everything about you.

"We can be clingy together" vibes.

The couple that everyone looks at and gets jealous, and he loves every second of that power as long as you're comfortable.

Gives you the best hugs, and loves when you hug him.

If he's having a bad day and you hug him, he'll never let go.

He appreciates this side of you because it allows him to as close to you as possible.

Doesn't mind when you hug others. He knows he'll always be #1 for you.

Beelzebub:

Doesn't mind you being clingy but gets worried when you're not because he's always been exposed to that side of you.

Loves the hugs you give him but he makes sure not to hug you back tightly, given that he doesn't know his own strength.

Rather than hugging you back, he just lifts you up with ease and twirls you around.

He allows you to crash his workout sessions if it means spending time together.

He allows you to sit on his back while he does push-ups and stuff.

If you hug others, he knows it's just your nature and doesn't stop you from doing whatever makes you happy.

Belphegor:

He's not the clingiest so he took some time to get used to it.

When he did get used to it, he got addicted to always having you around him.

If you weren't around him, he'd start hunting for you around RAD, the House of Lamentation, and even go to Purgatory Hall until he found you.

When he does find you, he'll talk about how he had to cross "seven seas" just to get to you, and you'd have to hug him for his efforts.

You're the only one who he trusts enough (second to his brothers) to hug him.

Falls asleep to your cuddles and kisses, and the way you play with his hair.

He LOATHES the fact that others get to hug you and will pull you away from them if he can't handle that anymore.

I'll add this to the Masterlist soon. Might create a side character version too.

Do like, comment and/or reblog if you guys enjoyed!!

Masterlist

#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.

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.

Masterlist

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.”

Love Scars

Featuring - Beelzebub x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Marking, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, Slight Size Kink, Doggy Style

Rating - Explicit

Song choice - Love Scars (Trippie Redd)

You and Beelzebub have been together for years, you know just about everything about each other, hell, you’ve done it countless times.

Yet, despite all of that, sex with him was always better than the last—no matter how many times he’s drilled that thick blunt tip in and out of your sensitive cunt, adjusting to his sheer size was seemingly impossible for you.

No amount of foreplay could ever prepare you for that mouth-watering stretch that effortlessly made your eyes roll to the back of your head; taking him whole wasn’t off the table, it just wasn’t an option for now.

Now, you cried out his name between broken moans into your tear-soaked pillow as he took you from behind—rutting his drooling reddened tip against your cervix, ignoring that slight sting of your nails digging into his bicep in a poor attempt to get him to slow down.

Beelzebub was far too enamored with the opalescent mix of his cum and your slick coating his shaft to slow down his rough pace, besides, he knew you could handle it. He took your wrists into one of his hands, pulling you back and closer to him, licking a heated line up your sweat-slicked back before taking a bite into the flesh of your shoulder with a groan.

Your cries of his name being cut off by a sharp moan as he bit and suck into the flesh of your shoulder, pulling back just a bit to admire the forming hickey on his human.

His animalistic pace never faltering as he worked his way down your spine, fucking his cum deeper into your poor little cunt as he marked you inside, out; relishing those adorable whines of his name and sinfully angelic moans that fell from your lips as he bullied his tip against that certain spongy spot that easily made you go cross-eyed.

Your mind was foggy with a familiar feeling of lust that took wave of you countless times this night, more tears threatened to fall down your rosy cheeks as you managed to choke out, “F-Fuck, M’ close..”

One of Beelzebubs hands trained down from your hip to that aching bundle of nerves that he knew how to handle so well.

Switching from delicately circling it to hastily stroking it with his middle and ring finger, the feeling pairing all too well with his rough thrusts, bouncing you on and off of his slick shaft.

You were a mess, legs holding on by a thin thread as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach finally snap as Beelzebub swiftly circled your clit, your juices coating his cock and soaking into the sheets.

Beelzebubs faltered rhythmic thrusts and husky pants met your cries of pure ecstasy, pulling out of your abused cunt until his tip is just barely sheathed inside before roughly slamming back in—coating your insides in a thick coating of his cum once more.

His larger figure leaning over you as he let go of your wrists, pulling out and allowing you to fall limp onto the bed as you caught your breath.

Beel’s soft whispers of ‘I love you’s’ between breaths as he caressed his hand over he markings he left on your back were enough to faintly clear your lust-ridden mind.

You reached back to place your hand over his, giving it a light squeeze before responding back with a gentle “I love you too, Beel”

Other Kinktober 24’ Works

How do you think the obey me Mammon, Beel and Lucifer would react to an crush who has abnormally sharp teeth for a human, you can’t tell at a glance, but they probably noticed it when the human first couldn’t open something heavy and hard, probably were going to offer help, but s/o ripped or pulled it open with their teeth and sit and deal with what’s inside the contents, like this is normal. They feel someone staring and look at the brother, puzzled?

Fangs 

Mammon, Beel, and Lucifer with a human partner who has sharp teeth 

Reader is gender neutral 

Content/warnings: lots of teeth talk, if that’s a warning. 

Genre: Fluff ig, not really a genre here tbh

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio! 

Also please reblog! It’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out! 

Mammon 

First noticed it when you bit into the packaging of a new book. 

“Damn thing…packed it like it was a nuclear bomb…” 

“Well it’s not like they— WOAH”

“What?” 

“Uh, nothing! I didn’t say anything, stupid human.” 

Thinks they’re so cool, but tries to hide it 

I mean some demons have sharp canines and it’s normal, but a human having this sharp of teeth is totally weird 

In a cool way 

Not that he thinks it’s cool or anything though 

Except he keeps giving you stuff to open just to see your teethies 

And when you kiss he bites your lip to provoke you into doing it back

Secretly wants to be bitten but will never ever outright say it 

He’ll just try to provoke you into doing it

Beelzebub 

First notices when you use your teeth to tear open a ketchup packet 

Immediately impressed 

If HE had teeth like that, opening condiments would be so much easier! 

“Woooaah, your teeth!”

“…What about ‘em?”

“Uh…nothing…” 

Jealous 

But also thinks it’s cool 

And he shows it by giving you all sorts of weird foods to eat 

“You’re supposed to bite down on it, it has blood cherry filling!” 

Loves to make you laugh

Gets to hear you laugh and see your teeth glimmer in the light? 

Perfect 

Lucifer 

First noticed when you were munching on some lava rock candy 

“Must you eat that here? You’ll get crumbs everywhere.” 

“Relax Luci, *crunch crunch* I’ll be careful.”

“Something tells me your idea of ‘careful’ isn’t the same as…mine….”

“…What’s the matter? Something in my teeth?” 

The only one who outright states his intrigue 

Practically bewitched by them 

Will randomly grab your chin to look at them 

“Fascinating…you’ve got fangs like a beast.”

“Hey! I’m not a beast!”

Will offer to feed you on dates

Tonight is about you, don’t lift a finger 

Now show him those pretty teeth 

Hey<3

I hope you're having a lovely day like you♡

I have a lil request which is OM brothers accidentally hitting MC maybe in the face or smth.

Thank you in advance ☺

a/n: considering the daily chaos that ensues at the HoL, I could see a lot of accidents happening. plus, they're demons—maybe they forget their own strength, y'know?

➤ when accidents happen | the demon brothers

1.1k words | sfw | hurt/comfort | gn!reader

Lucifer makes a grab for someone—probably Mammon or Satan—who ducks behind you at the last moment, causing his hand to swipe across your cheek or forehead instead. You rub the sore spot and start sputtering angrily at them, glaring back and forth between Lucifer's bewildered expression and the guilty face of the sibling he was reaching for. Their little fight is momentarily forgotten when they both comfort you and make sure you're okay. Lucifer feels the most guilt and over the next few days, you catch him staring at your face like he's trying to make absolutely sure you're not injured or holding a grudge against him. He eventually remembers how this whole situation started, and his sibling's delayed punishment is much more severe because you were caught in the crossfire.

Mammon nearly crashes into you in his rush to escape Lucifer or Levi's wrath. You have no idea what the shouting down the hall is about—maybe he spent too much money at the casino again or maybe he broke something valuable. All you know is that you're heading to the library and minding your own business when Mammon comes tearing around the corner at lightning-fast speed. It's comical how quickly his expression morphs from surprise to horror when he realizes you're in his path. He grazes your side even though he changes direction to avoid hitting you head-on. He loses his balance and the momentum sends him crashing to the floor. Whoever was chasing him catches up to him and there's gonna be hell to pay, but Mammon managed to avoid seriously hurting you and that's all he really cares about.

Levi shifts into his demon form when he's cuddled with you in his tub but he doesn't always realize it. You wake up most mornings with his tail wrapped around part of you: your arm, your waist, one of your legs. When Levi gets excited, his tail thumps against the porcelain. (You can't help but think about an excited dog wagging his tail, but you keep that comparison to yourself.) You usually fall asleep curled around each other, but sometimes his tail flails around enough that it wakes you up. Tonight his tail flicks roughly against the tip of your nose, and your eyes water from surprise and the initial burst of pain. You're fine again within a couple minutes, but that doesn't stop Levi from apologizing profusely and he nearly sobd with embarrassment over the whole thing.

Satan has better control over his frustration and rage now than when you first met him, but he still needs some sort of outlet when he feels overwhelmed. He usually storms off to his room and deals with it privately. You've offered him the solution of screaming into a pillow, but it's not soothing for him like it can be for you. He often destroys something instead—ripping a book to shreds (and regretting it later) or throwing something against the wall. Whatever's in his hand becomes collateral damage. If he forgets you're in his room too, it can be dangerous. He's never thrown something at you, but poor aim and bad luck means that whatever he sends flying against the wall can ricochet into pieces and hit you after. It's like a bucket of cold water dumping over his head when your little noise of surprise catches his attention, and he fusses over you endlessly while he makes sure you're not really hurt. He doesn't think it's funny when you grin and remind him that you're still in better shape than his now-destroyed coffee mug is.

Asmo rarely hurts you even by accident, and usually it's in silly moments of clumsy excitement. Today he painted his nails with a new nail art technique he hasn't tried before. You both lean down at the same time to admire his work and his forehead smacks into yours. You're both a little stunned and your eyes water from the shock rather than actual pain. He breaks out into giggles when you whine his name and try to blame him even though it's really no one's fault. Asmo accepts responsibility anyway and he apologizes profusely, but he hesitates to hug you when his nails are still wet and tacky with polish. He opens his arms wide so you can wrap your arms around his chest instead. He peppers your head with kisses and promises to make it up to you as soon as his nails are dry.

Usually Beel polishes off all the leftovers at dinner. Some nights you want extra helpings too, and it's like a mad dash to help yourself before Beel does. Tonight you both reach for the dish of hellfire scalloped potatoes at the same time. Your fingers grab the side of the dish first, but his fingers squeeze around yours immediately after. His grip is tight—too tight—and you wince from the pressure of his fingers digging into hand and the uncomfortable heat of the ceramic dish against your palm. Mammon grabs his fork and stabs Beel's hand with it on your behalf. Beel looks so guilty when he pulls his arm away and insists that you can have the rest. His stomach growls in protest, but you know it was an accident and you're not really hurt. After you shake the stiffness from your fingers, you scoop some of the food onto his plate before helping yourself to the rest. Later on, he offers to take you out for ice cream as an apology.

When Belphie sleeps, he has some cursory awareness of what's going on around him but he tries to block it out. He's not easy to move around, either—his body is like dead weight, heavy and awkward and unyielding. When you nap together, he usually falls asleep and doesn't move around too much. You might scoot away when his body next to yours causes you to overheat, but he tends to stay exactly how he is. It's days when he has active dreams or bad nightmares that things can get a little awkward. He might wrap an arm around you suddenly and it's nearly impossible to wiggle free, and sometimes his tail makes an appearance and drapes over you when he feels particularly clingy. Sometimes your arm ends up pinched against the mattress after he rolls on top of you in his sleep. He'll wake up when he realizes it's you trying to get his attention, but his apologies for nearly crushing you don't sound very sincere. Once he's lifted himself off you, he lets you get repositioned first then he cuddles up beside you again. As he drifts off to sleep, he grumbles under his breath about how it couldn't have been that bad.

Okay but what if, before MC is taken to the future by nightbringer, they had a big fight with the brothers?

Like, they fought about something and said something along the lines 'go away' ' I don't want to see you', but then, when you don't return they start feeling guilty.

At first they'll think you're angry and don't want to talk with them, but when time passes and you don't return they start to get so worried, looking everywhere for you, regretting that the, possibly, last words they said to you were harsh confrontation.

The angst potential 😭😭 how do you think each of the bros would react?

😈🍬 anon

a/n: well, nightbringer sure is a blessing for angst fans.

the worst goodbye | the demon brothers

2.8k words | gn!reader | sfw | angst

cw: mentions of lesson 16 in belphie's part.

Lucifer goes to his office and pretends that he's not angry. He attempts to distract himself with paperwork, but all he does is read the same paragraph a few times over and over again before he throws the page down with a huff. He taps his pen against his desk while he sifts through the emotions clouding his mind. All he felt earlier was wounded pride—that's why he scolded you with more force than necessary, speaking with his cruel, barbed tongue but regretting it just as quickly. He admires and loathes your feisty temper. You're his stubborn, brave little human that stands up to him when most demons wouldn't dare to try.

He plans his apology like a mantra and goes to your room; he knows if he's sincere, you'll give him a chance to make things right. You don't answer your door when he knocks, and he peeks his head inside to confirm that you're not there. He sends you a message with his D.D.D. and shuffles awkwardly in the hallway while he waits for a reply. He asks in the family group chat, but no one's seen you recently and he ignores the initial tendrils of icy fear that make his chest feel tight. Surely you wouldn't have stormed off in a sulk? But he checks the rest of the house and his brothers realize slowly that something is wrong—you wouldn't just leave. Lucifer searches for you himself, around the House of Lamentation and all around the Devildom, searching for anyone that might've seen you, or any hint of where you've gone. But in the early twilight hours, he pours a glass of Demonus that remains untouched while he stares absently into the fire of his private study. His heart freezes over in your absence. Your warmth thawed his icy demeanor, and the roaring fire crackling nearby can't stop the chills that wrack through him when he tells himself that you're gone and he has no one to blame but himself.

You rarely fight with Mammon these days, but when you do, it spirals out of control. He spits out scathing remarks about how he's sick of you trying to pry your nose into his business because he hates admitting that you're right. You try so desperately not to yell (or cry, or both) when you plead with him to forget about whatever risky scheme he's got planned. It's not worth risking Lucifer's wrath and whatever punishment lies in store when Mammon's plan inevitably fails to his own detriment. He stalks away and ignores the sound of your voice cracking in pain when you call his name one last time—and maybe if he were less incensed, he would stop and turn around and apologize. But today he feels particularly stubborn and he doesn't look back. He fully intends on leaping in his car and driving off into the night to burn off some steam, but he slumps against his bedroom door with his head in his hands and tries to remember why he was so angry with you to begin with. He can't pinpoint the reason and he knows you only have his best intentions at heart.

It feels like hours later when he ends up outside your door, head down and tail tucked firmly between his legs. He shouts through the wood when you don't answer and he swears he didn't mean it, that he'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. You're too patient and kind and loving for your own good, and he tempts fate every time he takes your forgiveness for granted. He opens the door and scratches his head in confusion when he realizes you're not there. He spots one of his brothers at the end of the hall, and his confusion sours into something ashy on his tongue when he asks him where you are. I haven't seen them—we all thought they were with you!

Leviathan plays his game, tapping the buttons on his handheld with more force than necessary, as simmering anger from your fight earlier darkens his mood. He didn't mean to forget about your lunch date, so why did you get so mad? Maybe calling you a worse nag than Lucifer was over the top, but he planned on making it up to you later! He gets lost in his thoughts and plays his game until he realizes it's been a couple hours and his D.D.D. has been surprisingly silent. Sometimes you message him and invite him to talk things out in your room once you've both had time to calm down. He has no idea what it means that you've ignored him all this time and when he tries to message you first, they go unanswered. He shuffles to your room guiltily and hopes you'll be willing to talk face-to-face. It's almost dinner time, and maybe if you're feeling up to it, he can take you out for dinner. He even canceled his raid tonight so he can spend the evening curled with you on the sofa watching movies instead.

He doesn't expect to hear a commotion as he walks down the stairs to the first floor, and his brothers are crowded outside your room in various states of panic. Lucifer sees him and rushes to explain what's going on, but the words turn to radio static in Levi's head. He doesn't even notice that he drops his D.D.D. and it clatters to the ground, cracking the corner of the plastic case you gave him as a present not too long ago. Instead of cuddling with you on the sofa that night, he curls around his body pillow in the tub, his tail twitching noisily against the porcelain while he buries his head and deafens his whimpers in the tear-stained cotton. Come back, come back, please come back—

When the rage subsides, Satan glances wearily around his room and the terrible mess he's made. Some of his favourite books are ripped and torn to shreds across the floor, but the sight hurts less than the memory of your heartbroken face crumpling in pain as you fought back tears. He's done many terrible things in his life he's not proud of, but insinuating you don't care about him might be the lowest blow he could use during a fight. You've only wanted what's best for him, and you try so hard to show the world that he's more than the violent, angry creature that lurks deep inside him.

If only the world could see you the way I do.

Regret quickens his steps and he leaves the broken chaos in his room to find you because he shouldn't have even let you go. Why did it take him so long to apologize? He doesn't deserve it, but if you'll only give him a chance, he swears to himself he'll make it up to you. He hastily wipes away the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes when he notices his brothers lingering outside your room. They're too distraught to notice the sharp bite in his words when he demands to know what's going on and where you are. Nothing they say makes any sense—you wouldn't just leave, right? He’s the first to tear through the house in a panic to find you, ignoring his brothers’ nervous pleas for him to calm down. You're nowhere to be found and eventually he returns to his room in a trance. No one knows how long he stands there, trembling with regret and shame and fury that someone or something dared take you away from him. All his brothers know, judging by the noise echoing through the halls, is that his room is nearly destroyed as he unleashed his heartbreak in a maelstrom of destructive rage.

Asmodeus takes another selfie and posts it on Devilgram. He hopes the notification will pop up on your D.D.D. and you'll see him having the time of his life at The Fall. He wants you to see it—he hopes it fills you with regret for arguing with him earlier. He doesn't fight with you often, but your tongues are both sharp and laced with venom when you do face off against each other. He enjoyed the anxious gleam in your eye when he backed you into a wall and leaned down so you were nearly nose-to-nose, the sweet scent of his lip gloss lingering in the gap between you while he cooed about how pathetic you looked. But that was almost an hour ago, and he can only pretend for so long that he doesn't regret leaving you stunned and hurt in the front hall when he waltzed out the door and slammed it behind him. The pounding music can't drown out the wicked things he said to you, and the crowd can't distract him from your absence that weighs heavily in his heart. There are many demons nearby who'd kill for his attention, but he knows deep down that the only hands he wants roaming over his body are yours.

It's not long after that he pushes his way out of the club and into the cool night air, but he still hasn't heard from you. Surely you've seen his Devilgram posts by now? You're smart enough to recognize his desperate ploys for attention. Your attention. Are you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he deserves it, but he's anxious to talk to you and sends you a message on his walk home anyway. Message could not be delivered. The red text pops up on his screen, and he frowns and tries again. Message could not be delivered. He quickens his pace as he taps your contact name and calls you instead. Is there something wrong with your D.D.D.? "The number you have dialed is not in service."

He breaks into a run until the House of Lamentation peeks into view ahead. He bursts through the door and ignores Lucifer's angry shouts behind him as he rushes down the hall to your room, but all he sees is one of your favourite club outfits laid out on your bed, as if you were getting ready to come see him after all. Where are you? His brothers hover behind him and he borrows one of their phones so he can try calling you again. He tells himself that it must be a problem with his D.D.D. because no other explanation makes sense. "The number you have dialed is—" Asmo whimpers pitifully while he listens to the robotic voice drone on speaker for everyone to hear, and his brothers finally realize that something is wrong and split up to search for you. He chokes out your name and slumps onto your bed, inhaling your familiar scent when he holds your shirt, one that he bought you, to his face and sobs. He can hear his brothers' heavy footfalls throughout the house while they look for you, but deep down, he already knows you're gone.

Beel glances at the stands and wipes sweat and dirt from his brow. He can spot his brothers easily enough—it's hard to miss them, with the way Asmo's waving the glittery handmade sign with his name in bold pink lettering—but he doesn't see you. There's an empty space between Mammon and Levi where you normally sit, and they've kept it free for when—if—you show up. You've never missed one of his games, not ever. Maybe the argument earlier upset you more than he realized. He knows you don't normally eat his food on purpose. He knows you meant it when you sputtered apologies when you realized your mistake. He knows how hurt you were when he shouted at you in a hungry rage. The rest of the game passes by in a blur. He moves on autopilot, his mood growing more and more despondent each time he checks the crowd and realizes you're still not there. He barely recognizes his team's happy cheers when the game ends in victory. He has a quick shower and makes his excuses to his teammates because he already has plans for dinner tonight, with you, hopefully. He stops by Hell's Kitchen and picks up your favourite takeaway order and heads home. It's a peace offering, one of many apologies he owes you.

By the time he knocks on your door, he's eager to see you. Silence. He knocks again and waits, and he hesitantly pushes the door open when his greeting goes unanswered. You're not in your room, and after a quick search of the house, he realizes you're not anywhere. He visits your room over and over again as if you'll finally pop out and tell him you were just teasing him, because you wouldn't ever leave him on purpose, right? His name on a handmade sign on your bed, and one of his old jerseys he gave you, are all that you left behind and he wonders if he would've been able to stop you leaving had he come home to you sooner. (Your takeaway dinner remains uneaten in the fridge in case you come back, and Beel refuses to eat it himself or let anyone else eat it either. One of his brothers has to throw it away when it eventually turns rancid—Beel can't bring himself to do it, because it means admitting you may never come back.)

Belphie doesn't like sleeping alone. Most nights if he sleeps alone, it's by choice—his choice. Tonight should've ended like most nights do: with the both of you sharing the bed in the attic. He sleeps better when you're close. You're a warm weight curled against him, and the smell of your shampoo and your minty breath are small comforts when he has bad dreams. Sometimes he wakes up in a panic, his shirt damp with cold sweat, and he listens for your quiet snores, proof that you're alive, that the nightmare of your windpipe crushed in his deadly grip isn't real. Belphie sleeps in the attic alone tonight because you decided you needed space. It's petty revenge for earlier when he woke up from a nap in a foul mood and snapped at you in his frustration. He fluffs his pillow and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. He can't get comfortable and it's your fault. The house grows quiet as his brothers retire to their rooms and fall asleep, and Belphie senses when you finally drift off to sleep too. If he wakes up before you tomorrow, he'll crawl into your bed and hope that you'll be more receptive to his apology when you wake up.

It takes longer than usual but he finally falls asleep and feels content. Even when he's unconscious, he instinctively reaches for your presence and it calms him. Your dreamscape is like a little pond, and he watches from his own nearby shore as your thoughts pass by in a blur, like slick oil paintings skimming over a watery surface. He doesn't like to intrude on your dreams if he can help it—he only interferes when he senses them slipping into nightmares instead. He tells himself it's not selfish to erase them for you, but the truth is that he's not sure he can stomach seeing his own face reflected in your dreams anymore, not with its wicked sneer and bloodstained teeth. He's not sure he forgives himself for what he did to you, and he wonders if you've truly forgiven him too.

Something odd in your dreamscape shifts suddenly and it catches Belphie's attention. The images in your subconscious grow murky and twisted, like they're being sucked down into some unseen void. Your presence is like sand falling through his fingertips, and it's harder and harder for him to feel you. He reaches out to your mind to wake you up because he doesn't know what's wrong, but something about this scares him. He jolts awake in the attic, chest heaving with the final memory of something snapping in his mind, like the cord that tethered you to him was suddenly cut. Eventually his brothers get up too and he can hear the commotion coming from down the stairs. He makes his way to your room in a trance before they can come find him. He already knows what his brothers are struggling to understand, the truth that no one can explain. You're gone somewhere far away, impossibly out of his reach, and he dreads falling asleep and feeling the void your absence left behind.

Sleep evades him until he forces himself to try and rest, and he finds himself in your bed instead of his own. He curls himself around your pillow underneath your sheets, clinging to the last whiffs of your scent, and he hopes you'll wake him up and tell him this was nothing but a bad dream. (Your scent fades away long before the nightmare ends, and he stops sleeping in your room after that.)

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Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

NSFW prompt for ur consideration: The Demon Brothers' first time with a he/him transmasc!MC? You can pick which brothers you wanna do if u don't feel like writing all of em!

Ooooh what a fantastic request, and the first saucy prompt for the blog! This will presume the MC's had his top surgery but hasn't gotten around to the bottom surgery yet (either due to just time, money, or maybe has been looking around in the Devildom now instead of the human realm for a good way to do it, etc..)

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▸▸ You have him all riled up, either by accident or on purpose; either way it happened, you find his hunger to consume your love growing more and more needy until it comes time to remove the clothing barring his eyes from beholding you in your purest form. Your hesitation speaks volumes and his heels cool a bit to see what's bothering you, to make sure you're comfortable above all else.

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Lucifer already had a suspicion what this was about. He's read your file, gathered information on you; he knew you hadn't yet fully transitioned in the physical sense. So when your hand grabs his wrist lightly to stop him from undoing your shirt buttons, he immediately had a clue what was happening. He ceased what he was doing and leaned in to press a loving kiss to your forehead. "Are you concerned with what I will think? That it is your first time in such an intimate situation, with a body you have not quite come to terms with yet?" he'd mutter into your ear; though his tone had kept that silky smooth flit that made your spine shudder in anticipation, you could also hear the soft consideration behind it echoing his desire to make you more comfortable. You nod a little, and he just smirked in response at first.

"Do you really believe I would judge such a good boy on frivolous details?" His playful-yet-genuine words made your heart skip a beat. How did he always seem to know just what to say? "When I fell in love with you, I fell in love with you for more than just your body — it was your spirit, your heart that drew me in first. How it is presented to me matters very little beyond presenting me another way to please you." Another kiss of his graced your temple then, and you could feel how those lips were pulled in to a smile.

"I won't rush you, however. I know plenty of ways to bring you to your climax without moving a single inch of clothing aside... So tonight I'll treat you to something special, and if you're an obedient boy, I may even let you take in a rare sight indeed... Make sure I can hear you, or I might just punish you instead..."

Mammon initially gets a bit flustered when you grabbed for his hand — he thought maybe he'd been a bit too eager and crossed over into aggressiveness when he practically tore the bottom of your shirt out from under your belt. It takes a lot of stuttered words to convince him it's not anything to do with him, you're just nervous about how you look to him, on top of it being your first time ever having sex like this. There's a moment of short-circuiting from Mammon who just looks at you dumbfounded and you're nearly certain you already messed it up, until...

"Wha? My absolutely handsome human, lookin' bad? Tch! As if! Did'ja forget I got an eye for sexiness? That's right! And The Great Mammon ain't gonna let anythin' but the sexiest hang off his arm, so you best believe I'm madly in love with ya inside and out!" Him calling you handsome and sexy made sure it was your turn to get flustered, and he made sure to move and gentle straddle over your belly while you were still trying to process what he'd just said. The way he leaned back gave you an absolute mouthwatering eyeful of his toned body, and following it up showed his lopsided grin flashing his fangs down at you.

"No need 'ta rush, right? We'll just work ya up until you're feelin' ready, so instead of focusin' on any of that right now, why don't we see how good that sweet little mouth of yours is? You've always got a way with your words, so why don't'ya show me how you work that tongue in other ways if you want? Or I can just put on a private modelin' show for your eyes only — the thought of havin' my handsome boyfriend starin' me down like that's already gettin' me all sorts of riled up...

Leviathan ended up riled up after a fair bit of teasing him and once there was a mutual approval to let things get much more intimate past the touches and kisses he was the first one mostly out of his clothes. He only stopped when he realized you probably shouldn't just be left in yours too and had thought to try a slick move he watched in a hentai "educational anime series" by letting the tip of his tail slither up your back and around your neck, exploring down in to your shirt. He only got to the tips of your collarbone before you yelped for him to wait, and to say he looked guilty would be an understatement.

Poor Levi's immediately apologizing, swearing up and down he's just some filthy pervert of an otaku for ever trying to make the first move, and it takes a moment to calm him down and reassure the demon that it's not him at all, it's about the fact it's your first time and how you feel about your own body. Cue a few more moments before something dings in his head and he turns to go find a box that had been hidden in a rather inconspicuous spot — and from that box you see a flash of what looked like a very specific belt-like accessory, meant to hold a very familiar toy. His face is beet red as he seems unable to show the strap-on in full, but he seemed rather excited for the prospect.

"Th-That-- That's totally fine! I... I went out and watched some anime that h-had some protagonists like you, uhm... a-and I... I ord- ordered some stuff in advance... I figured y-y-you'd be worried... bu-but I promise I'll like it! I even tried it out on myself first! ... I-I mean, gah! I'm no-not f-f-forcing you to do this to me though okay?! I just... uhm... I'm really t-turned on by the thought of being topped by my hot human boyfriend, no matter how we do it!!"

Satan already had been teasing you with being relatively hands-off, utilizing his words and ghosting touches to get you hot and bothered; the way he muttered near your ear and let his breath wash down across your neck was but a small part of the myriad of ways he worked you up without ever letting a finger lay upon your body. You thought he'd be content with this alone but when you found one of his hands nearing your shirt you asked him to pause for a moment. You felt the need to tell him it was your first time, and on top of that you were unsure what he would think of how you looked. The way he paused to think made you nervous that you might have spoken out of line, but the smile he wore said differently.

"I've been alive for a couple centuries now and have seen a lot of things; if you think I will mind that your body does or doesn't have certain traits, then let me remind you..." You yelp softly when you feel his fingers trace the underside of your jaw, gasping when he finally graced the side of your neck with his lips. It was surprisingly sensual, thoughtful, careful; his free hand had grasped at your thigh only to then drag upwards with a light curl to his digits to pull the fabric of your clothing with them.

"I love you, Y/N. Everything about you, even as you are now, even as you will be in the future. Even if you don't trust yourself... trust in my words, in my touch, in my love. I could write a book a day for centuries filled to the brim with words of affection and adoration for you, and that still would only be but a droplet in the ocean that has welled up in my heart. You will always be the handsome human I am honored to call mine."

Asmodeus is no stranger to affairs of the body, both the good and the bad. Even when you got him all hot and bothered and ready to pounce on you, he could tell you were nervous by the way you hesitated at times. That cat-like grin remained on his lips as he crawled over top of you, letting his honey-pink eyes watch yours closely — but not to induce any magic upon you. You could tell he gazed at you sincerely, sweetly, wanting no question of his feelings to remain as he adjusted on his elbows to let his hands cradle the sides of your face with dancing fingertips.

"Oh hon, I know that look so well," he cooed quietly, his perfectly painted lips pulled in to his prettiest, most genuine smile. "That's the look of a young man who's still unsure of himself, isn't it? You know, I had that very same look once upon a time." Surely he must have seen the shock on your face because he'd follow that up with a giggling laugh. "Surprised? It's not just humans that often feel wrong in their bodies! We demons just have a much easier time making the changes we want. That's why I totally get it, my absolutely gorgeous boy. ♥ "

"I would never offer my body to just any old someone, Y/N~ That someone's gotta be drop-dead gorgeous, in a league anywhere near me, and I can confidently say that you're just that! In fact... You're the only person I've ever wanted to chase that wasn't just myself. If you were scared of how you looked... You've got my mark of approval — and I'll put that mark right in the most scandalous places, just for you...~ ♥♥♥ "

Beelzebub, despite being someone who seems unconcerned with most details not related to food, always takes your comfort very, very seriously. So seriously in fact that even when you were pulled up to straddle his chest as you both made out, he could see you weren't daring to put your full weight down and immediately stopped what you both were doing. He started to ask you if you were hurt, if he'd somehow pulled your legs too hard; it took a few tries of guessing before you finally blurted out that you're both a virgin and nervous about what he'd think of your appearance.

You can see the head empty stare he's got. "But... why does that matter?" He asked it sincerely, but realized he worded it poorly so he tried again. "What I mean is... would I be here showering you with love if I didn't like how you looked, or thought any less of you for this being your first time? If anything... I'm even more excited than ever. It's really special for humans to have their first time, right? So the fact you chose me... It makes me feel really good." Every inch of your body flushed hot as he picked you up effortlessly and sat you down on the bed next to him, his sweet eyes focused on you from below.

"But we don't have to rush at all. Like a gourmet dish, you've gotta go slow and savor it to really enjoy it. As much as I just want to drink up all your love, it wont taste the same if I sour it from pushing you. So we'll go at your own pace. Are you still up for anything? If you are, just let me know what you're comfortable with. If not, that's okay; we can go grab some dinner together instead."

Belphegor couldn't care less, but this meant that he didn't really look at you in any binary sense; even as you shared your transitional journey with him, he stayed supportive of you, unbothered by the changes because all he was looking at was you. Not a constantly-changing body, not some arbitrary label, but you as a whole. This couldn't be any more obvious than it was as you two lay intwined in bed, Belphegor leaving sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands bold as they groped at your posterior enough to arc in to his body. You only barely muttered out a plea to wait a moment, which he gave to hear you out. When you told him what bothered you, he threw you a quizzical look.

"Y/N, you're so caught up in what others think of you," he remarked earnestly as he trailed his finger up and down your spine. "But how do you feel? Not "what do I think Belphie wants to hear," but "what is my heart telling me?" Then listen to that voice." Belphegor always had a way of stunning you silent, and he could tell he had a profound effect on you. His lips would graze the outside of your ear, the trail left in its wake warm for a few moments before it felt like an icy chill across your hot skin.

"Besides. You shouldn't be thinking about anyone but me. You belong to me, and you know I'll always love you no matter what happens... Even if you changed your body little bits at a time every day for the rest of your life, all that would mean is I get new things to love about you. So come a little closer... Let me indulge you in how good I can make you feel, and let me show you just how much I've fallen for you..."

WHEW goodness, more suggestive than outright NSFW mostly, but I hope you like it regardless anon! As a confession, despite being transmasc myself I've never actually sat down and written proper transmasc smut, so that's part of why I was a bit shy on the more sexual nature of things. But still, I do hope I did alright! if you need me to go back and do another take please let me know! 💖

I imagine MC (or any other of the brothers) seeing this everytime they go to the kitchen at 3 am

(Image from Pinterest)

I'm deep in the feels atm and need a bit of a pick me up if that's okay.

I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the Obey Me cast and how they would react the a GN MC who is afraid they are slowly drifting away from there best friend of around 7 years.

I'm worried this is happening to me and really want some comfort. If you aren't comfortable writing this I understand and hope you have a good day. 😄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst & comfort

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: brothers x GN!Mc

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: overthinking, not proofread.

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: i’m so sorry you’re going through this atm, i hope you feel better soon and get it all worked out. also if you would like a part two with the side characters please feel free to ask! take care love <3

You and your best friend have been slowly drifting away, and you were scared of it. You didn’t want them to drift away after all you knew them for years. You were on your human phone texting them, waiting for them to respond but it took them a while and when they did respond they were dry.

This wasn’t the first time of this happening, it’s been happening for a while now. You start to tear up at the thought of them drifting away. Soon you heard a knock, quickly you tried wiping the tears away but it was too late because he opened the door and saw.

• Lucifer stopped from opening the door any further as soon as he saw your tears, he slowly walked in and shut the door behind him before approaching you quietly and calmly trying not to scare you.

• He sat beside you and put your hands in his, “MC dear, what’s wrong?” he asks gently while he rubs his thumbs over your cold knuckles making them warm.

• You told him everything and you broke down even more just thinking of it actually happening, them leaving you.

• Lucifer stares wide eyed for a second before he slowly lifts his hands from yours to pull you into a warm hug, rubbing your back.

• “MC.. it’ll be okay I promise, if they leave it’s their fault that they didn’t see just how amazing you were. Please don’t overthink it too much.”

• He’ll hug you for as long as you need, dry your tears as long as you need, for whatever reason you need him he’ll always be by your side.

• Mammon swings the door open but stops in his tracks as soon as he see’s the state you’re in.

• He closes the door and he almost runs to you, grabbing you into a tight embrace before looking over your features.

• “W-woah there MC, why ya so sad all of a sudden? The great Mammon’s here to cheer ya up!”

• You explain everything as more teardrops gather up in your eyes, he grabs a tissue from your dresser and wipes your tears before putting the tissue down and looking at you sadly.

• He gently strokes your tearstained cheeks, “That isn’t too good what is happening between ya, hopefully you guys start going back to normal. If ever they do leave ya just know that you tried your best..”

• He lays there with you until your tears dry, and you finish crying.

• You always comforted him, so he wanted to help you at your worst. He’ll leave small gifts and notes saying “You’re doing your best, never change<3” around.

• Leviathan was going to ask if you wanted to watch a new anime series that came out but quickly came to a halt when he heard your sobs

• “Uh.. MC? Are you o-okay?”

• He is very awkward because he never really had anyone to comfort since the fall and he thinks he’s bad at it.

• He awkwardly walks up to you and sits beside you, and hands you a tissue box.

• “D-Do you want to talk about it?..”

• You tell him and he looks at you guilty

• “I’ve been through that too.. I didn’t know what to do so I just let it happen, I regret it so much though. Hopefully you guys don’t drift away after all you are a great person..”

•He gives you one of his comfort pillows to cry into if you want, he tries his best to comfort you.

• Satan was about to call you for your cooking duty until he saw your tears, he closes the door and kneels in front of you.

• He grabs your hands and kisses one before looking up at you with a sympathetic look, whoever made you feel like this would go through hell.

• He tries to keep calm, asking you what’s wrong and once you explain he gets madder.

• “MC, i’m sorry to hear that. I think the best idea is if you’re the one holding the friendship string together and they aren’t giving anything in return you should drop it and find new people that will show the same back to you. I know it’ll hurt, but it’s best for your mental health.”

• You stop crying a bit before hugging him tightly, he hugs you back gentle and warm.

• If you need rest, he’ll let you get it and he’ll take over your cooking duty or you guys can both work together for cooking.

• He’ll do anything to see you smile again and out of your sad state. He’ll even stay the night with you in his room or youra if you want.

• Asmo was going to talk to you about the new skincare that he had bought but immediately ran to you and held you in his arms when he saw your crying face.

• “Oh my.. who had hurt my darling MC?!”

• He holds you in his arms, cradling your head, stroking your hair gently as if you were going to break any moment.

• Once you tell him everything he holds you even closer, letting you cry into his shoulders.

• “There there hon, remember i’m always here and i could try to help you with advice i had when this happened to me. If your best friend isn’t doing too much to avoid that from happening, and your the only one you should try to think of other ways, if it doesn’t help you should show them the same energy back and maybe they’ll see that they’re doing wrong.”

• You cry even more into his shoulders, and he rubs your head waiting until you stop crying before he gently picks you up and brings you to his room.

• He sets you down gently on his comfy bed and walks over to his dresser to grab some face masks and a comfortable robe to put over your pajamas, matching with his robe.

• He lets you lay down as he puts the cool face mask gently on your face and rubs it onto your face slowly and gently.

• You calm down a bit and he offers if you would like a bubble bath, if you say yes he’ll run the bath and put in your favourite scented bubbles into his large bath. He’ll let you get in yourself and go back to his room unless you want him to join you.

• He’s a very good comforter.

• Beel immediately drops some snacks he got for the two of you, and shut the door before sitting beside you.

• “What happened MC?..”

• Once you explain and cry even more, he pulls you into his embrace and hugs you softly while holding your back in place to steady you.

• “You shouldn’t have to feel that way or go through that, i’m so sorry. If they stop being like they used to that means it will probably never be the same. It might be better to leave them for a while then maybe come back and see if they chase after you, if not it’s better to find people who deserve your attention.”

• He picks up the snacks and hands you a bag of you favourite chips and a bottle of your favourite soda/beverage.

• If you want you can spend the night with him and Belphie and join them in a movie night.

• If you accept he’ll get your favourite snacks, comfortable pillows and blankets and expect a sandwich cuddle with the twins<3

• He seriously tries his best to help you feel better, hugs from him is like a big teddy bear in real life

• Belphie came into your room to cuddle, shutting the door behind him not noticing your tears until he came up close to you and he was immediately awake as he ever been

• He lays down beside you, pulling you with him and cuddling you.

• He hugs you and lays his head on your shoulder and asks what happened.

• Once you explained he was kind of mad at your friend for treating you like that but felt bad for you more.

• “MC, you shouldn’t have to feel like they’re drifting away. You’re trying your best and doing everything you can for them but if thats not good enough for them then I don’t know what will be. Just know you tried your best.”

• He wipes your tears with his thumb and cuddles you until you fall asleep in his embrace, he’ll also fall asleep.

• Once you wake up you’d notice that he’s gone, but he comes back with your favourite dish he tried to cook for you, and a drink.

• He usually never does this for anyone but you will be an exception.

I'm deep in the feels atm and need a bit of a pick me up if that's okay.

I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the Obey Me cast and how they would react the a GN MC who is afraid they are slowly drifting away from there best friend of around 7 years.

I'm worried this is happening to me and really want some comfort. If you aren't comfortable writing this I understand and hope you have a good day. 😄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst & comfort

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: brothers x GN!Mc

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: overthinking, not proofread.

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: i’m so sorry you’re going through this atm, i hope you feel better soon and get it all worked out. also if you would like a part two with the side characters please feel free to ask! take care love <3

You and your best friend have been slowly drifting away, and you were scared of it. You didn’t want them to drift away after all you knew them for years. You were on your human phone texting them, waiting for them to respond but it took them a while and when they did respond they were dry.

This wasn’t the first time of this happening, it’s been happening for a while now. You start to tear up at the thought of them drifting away. Soon you heard a knock, quickly you tried wiping the tears away but it was too late because he opened the door and saw.

• Lucifer stopped from opening the door any further as soon as he saw your tears, he slowly walked in and shut the door behind him before approaching you quietly and calmly trying not to scare you.

• He sat beside you and put your hands in his, “MC dear, what’s wrong?” he asks gently while he rubs his thumbs over your cold knuckles making them warm.

• You told him everything and you broke down even more just thinking of it actually happening, them leaving you.

• Lucifer stares wide eyed for a second before he slowly lifts his hands from yours to pull you into a warm hug, rubbing your back.

• “MC.. it’ll be okay I promise, if they leave it’s their fault that they didn’t see just how amazing you were. Please don’t overthink it too much.”

• He’ll hug you for as long as you need, dry your tears as long as you need, for whatever reason you need him he’ll always be by your side.

• Mammon swings the door open but stops in his tracks as soon as he see’s the state you’re in.

• He closes the door and he almost runs to you, grabbing you into a tight embrace before looking over your features.

• “W-woah there MC, why ya so sad all of a sudden? The great Mammon’s here to cheer ya up!”

• You explain everything as more teardrops gather up in your eyes, he grabs a tissue from your dresser and wipes your tears before putting the tissue down and looking at you sadly.

• He gently strokes your tearstained cheeks, “That isn’t too good what is happening between ya, hopefully you guys start going back to normal. If ever they do leave ya just know that you tried your best..”

• He lays there with you until your tears dry, and you finish crying.

• You always comforted him, so he wanted to help you at your worst. He’ll leave small gifts and notes saying “You’re doing your best, never change<3” around.

• Leviathan was going to ask if you wanted to watch a new anime series that came out but quickly came to a halt when he heard your sobs

• “Uh.. MC? Are you o-okay?”

• He is very awkward because he never really had anyone to comfort since the fall and he thinks he’s bad at it.

• He awkwardly walks up to you and sits beside you, and hands you a tissue box.

• “D-Do you want to talk about it?..”

• You tell him and he looks at you guilty

• “I’ve been through that too.. I didn’t know what to do so I just let it happen, I regret it so much though. Hopefully you guys don’t drift away after all you are a great person..”

•He gives you one of his comfort pillows to cry into if you want, he tries his best to comfort you.

• Satan was about to call you for your cooking duty until he saw your tears, he closes the door and kneels in front of you.

• He grabs your hands and kisses one before looking up at you with a sympathetic look, whoever made you feel like this would go through hell.

• He tries to keep calm, asking you what’s wrong and once you explain he gets madder.

• “MC, i’m sorry to hear that. I think the best idea is if you’re the one holding the friendship string together and they aren’t giving anything in return you should drop it and find new people that will show the same back to you. I know it’ll hurt, but it’s best for your mental health.”

• You stop crying a bit before hugging him tightly, he hugs you back gentle and warm.

• If you need rest, he’ll let you get it and he’ll take over your cooking duty or you guys can both work together for cooking.

• He’ll do anything to see you smile again and out of your sad state. He’ll even stay the night with you in his room or youra if you want.

• Asmo was going to talk to you about the new skincare that he had bought but immediately ran to you and held you in his arms when he saw your crying face.

• “Oh my.. who had hurt my darling MC?!”

• He holds you in his arms, cradling your head, stroking your hair gently as if you were going to break any moment.

• Once you tell him everything he holds you even closer, letting you cry into his shoulders.

• “There there hon, remember i’m always here and i could try to help you with advice i had when this happened to me. If your best friend isn’t doing too much to avoid that from happening, and your the only one you should try to think of other ways, if it doesn’t help you should show them the same energy back and maybe they’ll see that they’re doing wrong.”

• You cry even more into his shoulders, and he rubs your head waiting until you stop crying before he gently picks you up and brings you to his room.

• He sets you down gently on his comfy bed and walks over to his dresser to grab some face masks and a comfortable robe to put over your pajamas, matching with his robe.

• He lets you lay down as he puts the cool face mask gently on your face and rubs it onto your face slowly and gently.

• You calm down a bit and he offers if you would like a bubble bath, if you say yes he’ll run the bath and put in your favourite scented bubbles into his large bath. He’ll let you get in yourself and go back to his room unless you want him to join you.

• He’s a very good comforter.

• Beel immediately drops some snacks he got for the two of you, and shut the door before sitting beside you.

• “What happened MC?..”

• Once you explain and cry even more, he pulls you into his embrace and hugs you softly while holding your back in place to steady you.

• “You shouldn’t have to feel that way or go through that, i’m so sorry. If they stop being like they used to that means it will probably never be the same. It might be better to leave them for a while then maybe come back and see if they chase after you, if not it’s better to find people who deserve your attention.”

• He picks up the snacks and hands you a bag of you favourite chips and a bottle of your favourite soda/beverage.

• If you want you can spend the night with him and Belphie and join them in a movie night.

• If you accept he’ll get your favourite snacks, comfortable pillows and blankets and expect a sandwich cuddle with the twins<3

• He seriously tries his best to help you feel better, hugs from him is like a big teddy bear in real life

• Belphie came into your room to cuddle, shutting the door behind him not noticing your tears until he came up close to you and he was immediately awake as he ever been

• He lays down beside you, pulling you with him and cuddling you.

• He hugs you and lays his head on your shoulder and asks what happened.

• Once you explained he was kind of mad at your friend for treating you like that but felt bad for you more.

• “MC, you shouldn’t have to feel like they’re drifting away. You’re trying your best and doing everything you can for them but if thats not good enough for them then I don’t know what will be. Just know you tried your best.”

• He wipes your tears with his thumb and cuddles you until you fall asleep in his embrace, he’ll also fall asleep.

• Once you wake up you’d notice that he’s gone, but he comes back with your favourite dish he tried to cook for you, and a drink.

• He usually never does this for anyone but you will be an exception.