DAY SIX OF FIFTY DAYS OF ‘TOUCH’ PROMPTS

Pairing: Beel x Gender Neutral Main Character

Content Warning: VERY light spoilers in reference to something in lessons 20-40, but the spoiler itself isn’t anything major at all. Reader has some academic pressure on them, but nothing too major!

Word Count: .8k+

Summary: With Finals Week just around the corner, there were two things Beel was absolutely sure about: that you were being completely and utterly overworked, and that you need a snack in your system ASAP.

Authors Note:Not to pat my own back or anything - but this is just so cute, that I could burst. Beel is my third favorite behind Lucifer and Mammon, so I’m glad I could finally write for him! <3

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Preparing for Finals Week was an absolute nightmareto your schedule. 

It wasn’t anything like finals week at your human world college, and up there, you didn’t have Lucifer to ride your ass and press you about getting grades high enough for Diavolo’s standards. However, you couldn’t exactly blame Lucifer much when Lord Diavolo himself was the one who decided to hold you to a higher standard than usual. Not only did that mean that Lucifer was beyond serious about your studying habits, but that also meant that most of your free time was spent with Satan with your head buried in a textbook learning about everything from seductive speechcraft to potions.

That’s how you ended up at the dinner table, with your head literally buried in a textbook as you slept soundly against the pages.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone besides your twin fall asleep at the dinner table like this,” Satan crossed his arms at you from the dining room entrance. “Perhaps I may have given them too many readings for today.”

From Beel’s point of view, it looked like you had fallen asleep reading Devildom Law 101 - and anyone in their right mind would fall asleep reading something so boring. “Well, you have been pushing them extra hard lately…”

Satan scoffed at that. “I’m not pushing them at all. It’s Lucifer and Diavolo that’s pushing them, I’m just the one making sure they don’t fail and reign in Lucifer and his shitty punishments. They should be thanking me if anything.”

While that was true, Beel didn’t like that at all. He could see how overworked you were, and that made him sad. He could see clear as day that you were exhausted, and when you’re tired and overworked, you don’t have time to eat like you should. It was just yesterday that you missed your afternoon snack with him because you had to study, and that came second on the list of the saddest things he has seen this week - the first, seeing your exhausted form drooling over the most boringsubject he’s ever had the displeasure of taking.

“I think they would like a break,” Beel decided, frowning as your position changed slightly even though you remained asleep. “I’m going to take them to get some food. Y/N is human, and they need to eat.”

“Yeah, do that,” Satan agreed, turning to walk away now. “But then they need to read - just because I agreed that I gave them a lot of readings doesn’t mean I don’t want it done.”

Beel sighed at that, half-tempted to lie through his teeth to you and tell you that Satan canceled your readings. But that would only do more harm than good.

But what he coulddo for you was give you a little break at Madam Scream’s. It was a necessity, actually.

Beel quietly walked toward you, careful not to wake you before he could do it his own way. Once you were within arms reach, he reached his hand out to settle against the top of your head, fingers carefully folding into your hair. Even he couldn’t deny the simple pleasure of something so soft and sweet.

With that, he softly patted your head - so softly, like you would break if you patted it any harder. Head pats for working so hard, because you were nothing if not dedicated, but also heat pats for being you. Head pats for looking so sweet with his hand on your head. Head pats for no reason at all - head pats, just because. 

Once you began to stir into consciousness, Beel switched from head pats to stroking the back of your head, but not without loss of his gentle touch. 

“H-Huh?” you yawned, your eyes fluttering open to the worn-down, almost yellow pages of the Devildom Law book you were reading. It was then that you noticed the smallest bit of drool pooling at your lips, and you pouted. Gross. Your disgust quickly turned into comfort, however, once you registered Beel’s presence, as well as his adoring little strokes against the top of your head. “Beel?”

“Y/N?” Beel’s smile at you was just as kind as his touch. “You looked just like Belphie just now.”

You laughed. “I bet I did… but Satan would be pissed if he found out I fell asleep.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Beel was quick to dismiss that idea, and he wasn’t going to be the one to break the news to you. “Let’s worry about getting a snack. I’ve been dying to get my hands on a no-bake Hellfire Cheesecake since my last one about fifteen minutes ago. Wanna come get another one with me, pumpkin?”

Beel didn’t miss the way your cheeks turned crimson. “Do you think that’d be okay?”

He patted your head again softly. “Of course. Let’s go take a break, okay? When we come back, we can study together. I could use some help in Devildom Law, too.”

Now there’s an offer you couldn’t refuse for anything. 

With that, you grinned up at Beel and closed your textbook. You scooted out of your chair and joined Beel at his right side as you made a beeline for the door.

Maybe preparing for Finals Week isn’t the worst thing in the world. 

Obey Me Brothers with a Nosebleeding MC

A/n: I’m about to go crazy. Tumblr keeps on posting this while I save it on drafts. This was an anonymous request but due to technical difficulties, I lost the ask. Sorry.

Tw: Blood, OOC-ish, mentions of dying

Lucifer

• Humans are fragile and this shows it.
• After making a pact with all the brothers, he expected your body to be more resilient but it seems like they’re more immune to magics and spells than injuries.
• Since he’s the eldest, he probably has a first aid kit in his room. So, when you had an accident he was there to help.
• “Good grief, please do not disappoint Lord Diavolo by your fragility. Here, have some Cranberry juice from the human world. It’ll avoid you from having anemia.”

Mammon

• He thinks humans are weak so expect him to mock you first before taking action.
• He then panics when the situation worsens.
• What should he do? How should he help you? ARE YOU GOING TO DIE?
• No Mammon they will not die.
• “You should’ve told me a darn tissue is all you needed.”

Leviathan

• Just like Mammon, Leviathan panics in these kinds of situations.
• After playing loads of VR and gaming with you, he didn’t expect you’d have a nosebleed afterwards. It’s probably because of lack of sleep, you explain to him.
• He probably sets time-frames when you can play with him.
• “Lucifer’s going to kill me if you die. Here, I have some tissues, that’s what humans need right?”

Satan

• He’s calm with the situation since he probably read in books that this situation occasionally happens with humans.
• Although he’d like to find to out the factors that led you to this. Might be the dust of his books that caused you to sneezed very hard, lack of sleep, or anything.
• Either uses spells to help you with your situation or he helps you by giving an aid.
• “Lucifer will get angry if he thinks I’m the cause of this but it’s not good for you to get hurt either. Do you need help?”

Asmodeus

• Probably cringes because of how you look with blood dripping from your nose.
• He instantly helps so your beautywouldn’ttarnish.
• Provides tips on how to take care of yourself plus relaxes you by inviting you to baths.
• “It wouldn’t look good if you’re stressed always, MC. Nosebleeds don’t look good on you.”

Beelzebub

• He probably worries he might’ve done something wrong. Slightly panics in the situation.
• Asks if you need help or anything.
• You ask for tissues, he gives tissues. Need ice? He’s there to comply.
• “I’ve brought everything you asked for, are these enough?”

Belphegor

• Frankly, I do believe he doesn’t care.
• However, if the situation does become a bother, he’ll try to help with the ‘best’ that he can.
• Although, he’d let you solve this problem on your own since this do happen normally with humans.
• “So bothersome…You can take care yourself, right?”

Attic Club Sandwich x GN!Mc

When you wanna have some fun with Beel after his shower, but you have to invite your sleepy boy as well

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Incorrect quotes #478 Roadtrip Games

Mam: Guess what number I’m thinking about?*Smirks at him*

Beel*Not batting an eyelash even* Mc

Mam:Dammit!

Incorrect quotes #476 Belphie’s Hitlist

Belph*about Beel and Mc* They told me they loved me! Who does that? Don’t you see? They’re trying to get me to trust them so they can let me down!
Sat*Reading his mystery novel* Crazy idea, you could just say “I love you” back
Belph: Yeah, but then if it doesn’t work out, I’ll have to kill them, go to jail, break out, and kill you for giving me that advice*Blushing at the fantasy he has of Him, Mc, and Beel living in a countryside alone*
Sat: I love how our friendship is based predominantly on threats*Chuckles at him*

Incorrect quotes #473 Hungry boy

Mc: It’s just…I haven’t shaved down there in a while…
Beel/Solo:I eat starbursts stuck to the wrapper*Looks you straight in the eyes as he is thriving with your thighs squishing his head*Lay yo ass down

obey me brothers x reader

wc : 2.k

warnings : references to lesson 16 (belphie), a bit of hurt/comfort (mammon, belphie)

synopsis : how spending the rest of your lives together began 

Lucifer 

Lucifer was tired. It had been a long day at RAD, an even longer student council meeting with his brothers acting like absolute fools, and now he had a mountain of paperwork to do— a solid stack consisting of only Mammon’s credit card bills. 

But you made it seem less tedious. 

Your presence alone could accomplish that, but there you sat beside him, chair pulled up with his jacket over your shoulders as you filed paperwork with him. 

And maybe from an outside perspective it wouldn’t mean a lot, but to Lucifer it meant so much. Because you weren’t actually fluent in his native tongue- which was what his important documents were written in. But you were doing it anyway- doing it correctly- just so you could take a load off his shoulders. 

It made him pause every so often to look at you in awe; no one had ever done anything like this for him. And on top of that, you would pause in your own work occasionally to squeeze his shoulder and go get some snacks for the two of you to share. 

Speaking of, you lifted your head when you felt his eyes on you, giving a knowing smile. “Hi, love. Need anything? More tea?” 

Lucifer shook his head, about to go back to his work before he paused. “There is actually one thing.”

“Anything for you.” You turned towards him, reaching to run a hand through his raven locks. 

“Marry me.” Like most things he said, it came out as a statement- a demand- rather than a question. It made him nervous, though he didn’t show it. 

But you knew. You could see it in the way his bottom lip quivered slightly and how the words came out shaky. It made you smile, “Of course. Yes.” 

His worries soothed and his heart soared. Lucifer beamed at you, taking your hand and standing. “Good.” A soft laugh left him as he twirled you around, “I’m glad.”

Mammon

quiet sniffles and soft hushes filled his dimly lit room, the two sources of sound being huddled under a messily made blanket fort. 

Mammon had, truly accidentally, knocked into one of Diavolo’s vases while they were visiting the Demon Lord’s Castle hours earlier. The prince himself paid no mind to it- in fact, he laughed it off, as it held no real value- but Lucifer had been livid. Mammon was sure his older brother was going to get him real good right then and there but you’d done it again : jumping in front of him and loudly announcing that, no, it wasn’t Mammon who knocked over the vase. It was you. So Lucifer had given you a stack of homework to do because of it- on top of all your other school work.

And Mammon felt terrible. “I-I’m always gettin’ y-ya into trouble…m-makin’ ya take the f-fall. I’m s-supposed to be the o-one protecting you! I-”

“Mammon.” Your voice was firm, but affectionate. “You never make me do anything- I choose to take the blame for you. I know you don’t mean to do a lot of the things you do, you’re just…endearingly clumsy at times.” 

He scoffed, scrubbing angrily at the tears on his face; he hated crying in front of you. He blinked, blue hues staring into yours when you gently pulled his hands away from his face and started softly wiping.

“Mammon, I love you. I love all of you- including the clumsiness, the greed, the not-always-so-smart decisions.” You guided his hand to rest over his pact mark, “We’re partners in crime, yeah? You’re my first. I’m always gonna try and protect you, too.”

His fingers flexed against your skin, feeling the slightly raised mark of his pact. Mammon felt like he was floating and the words just fell from his lips. “Fuck, I wanna marry ya.” His eyes widened, watching yours do the same, but he didn’t back down- he knew what he wanted. 

“Mam-”

“Let’s get married. S-seriously! I know it’s something that happens when people really l-love each other, so let’s do it! I was already plannin’ on spendin’ the rest of my life with ya and marriage is the way to officially do that, right? I-I’ll get ya a pretty ring a-and-” 

You cut him off with a kiss. A salty, breathless kiss. You pulled away, rubbing your own tears away this time. “Yes, Mammon. I’d love to marry you and I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you.” You went back to wiping away his tears, “I don’t need some expensive ring, though. All I need is you.”

Mammon took in a deep breath and exhaled with a loud, delighted laugh. “MC SAID YES! I’M GETTIN’ MARRIED!”

Levi

Levi didn’t really like going to public beaches. There’s too many people, not enough room, annoying children, and if he’s being honest…he doesn’t appreciate wandering around in front of all those people with such a lack of clothing. But this he could do. 

The two of you were out at sea— so far out, you couldn’t even see the sandbank anymore. Water sprayed you in the face as a tail splashed in the water, but it wasn’t Levi’s. It was much bigger. Lotan hissed contentedly when Levi patted his head, making you giggle and pet his back where you were sitting. 

Levi knew you’ve been wanting to go out to the ocean, but he always felt bad because he doesn’t like the beach itself. So he suggested a date out here : literally out in the ocean with Lotan (who was way better than a boat in his opinion).

“Levi, this is so cool!”

It was beautiful out here. Dark water that should be unsettling, but it only awed you as it was the perfect contrast for the colorful devildom fish that swam around your “boat”. (it also served as the perfect contrast against your bright anime swimwear, which was an added bonus)

And Levi was awed by you. The perfect embodiment of the light to his dark; his Henry. A single fleeting thought makes its way through his head as he watches you love on his monstrous pet. ‘I want to do this for the rest of our lives’. It makes him stiffen and he’s pretty sure you’d be able to hear his rapid heartbeat if it weren’t for the roaring waves.

You turn towards Levi, having not heard anything from him for a while. You thought he couldn’t hear you, so you started crawling your way up Lotan’s back to reach him, but an incoming wave knocked you off.

Or it would have if it weren’t for Levi’s tail. It wrapped around you almost immediately, pulling you closer and closer until you were practically on his lap. Its hold on you doesn’t falter, not even when Levi himself wraps his arms around your waist.

His heart nearly stops when you give him a sweet smile as thanks and he couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of his mouth even if tried, “Can I marry you?”

Your hands catch his wrists when they go to cover up his flushed face, thumbs moving to rub over his racing pulse points. You lean your forehead against his with a soft laugh, “You would make me the happiest human in history if you did.”

Levi lets out a breath, orange hues wide in surprise, before he’s smiling like an idiot. “You hear that, Lotan? Mc said I could marry them!” The giant splash of water makes him hold you closer, giving him the perfect opportunity to say, “Thank you.”

Satan

The two of you had spent all day out on the town, traveling to the places you both adored. The cat cafe, the museum, the bookstore. Now you were both at a secluded spot in the woods. 

Satan had stumbled upon it years ago and wanted to share it with you. There was a shimmering green pond that was so clear, you could see the bottom. Flowers bloomed everywhere and there was a pretty willow tree hanging over everything.

You’d never seen anything more beautiful. And seeing Satan surrounded by flowers was just the cherry on top, especially when you placed them in his hair. 

And as he stared into your eyes, he realized he didn’t want to wait a second longer; Satan knelt down on one knee and pulled out an elegant, yet simple, ring.

He was good with words, scary good, in fact. Satan could spout out pretty poems and pros and declarations, but he didn’t need to. Not when one simple look could portray everything he was thinking and feeling— he knew you’d understand his silence. 

And you did. But instead of saying anything, you began to giggle. Quiet, surprised giggles at first until they evolved into louder, amused ones. 

Satan’s blush darkened and he was about to ask just what the hell was so funny until you dropped down in front of him, hands bringing out a ring identical to the one he was holding. 

“Theydo say great minds think alike. I would love to marry you, Satan, yes.”

He blinked once. Then twice. And a third time before he started to chuckle, “I always did say we were meant for each other, and just lookatthis. I’d love to be your husband, Mc, yes.” 

You giggled again, falling forward to knock you both over onto the grass. Your hands smoothed over his red cheeks and felt yourself begin to blush when he slid the ring onto your finger. 

Satan hummed when you slid his ring on for him, arms reaching over your shoulders. “I think we should be qualified to be written into a fairy tail after this.” He smiled when you snorted, feeling your head shake in disbelief against him. The two of you were definitely his favorite story.

Asmo

When the weekend came, it was always quiet in the mornings. The want to sleep in was always high— no one wanted to disturb the peacefulness, at least not until breakfast. 

And it was on these mornings that you thought Asmo looked the most beautiful. He was pretty at all hours of any day, but…these mornings were something special. 

He wasn’t in a rush to put on any makeup. His nails weren’t pristine. Currently, he had a shimmering face mask slathered on with his hair pushed back. There weren’t many people that got to see him like this. 

But you were glad you could. Because even if he thought he wasn’t beautiful like this, youdid. Right now, he was justAsmo.YourAsmo. 

“What’s with that look, Darling? Am I taking your breath away already?” 

Your eyes met his, feeling yourself start to drift away in those orange-yellow hues. “Azzy…”

“Mc?” Asmo puts down his nail polish, shifting his full attention onto you worriedly. 

You reach out and take a hold of his hand, “Will you marry me?” Feeling his hand begin to tremble, you bring it to your lips and kiss each fingertip. 

“Mc…did you have to ask when I look absolutely unprepared?! Look at me! I-“ 

“You look gorgeous. You look like Asmo. You look like the man I want to spend the rest of my mornings with. I fell in love with you, Azzy. Not the ‘Avatar of Lust’.” 

Asmo gulped, taking in a deep breath, before he started to let out soft sobs. His face nuzzled yours, no doubt spreading his face mask over your skin. “Mc! Yes yes yes! I’ll marry you! Of course I’ll marry you!” 

You chuckled, imagining just what kind of mess the two of you looked like right now. “I am very glad to hear it.”

Beel

Even though you could never eat as much as Beel, you adored going out to different restaurants with him every week. 

Beel would always tear off small bites of his food to give to you; he wanted you to be able to try everything but knew you couldn’t eat quite like him. 

“Here you go, Mc! It’s a wedding cake, but they needed to get rid of it, and it’s really good!” He beamed at you before going back to his own, bigger, slice of cake. 

You gazed at him lovingly, slowly munching on cake until something caught your attention. It was a fondant “wedding ring” stuffed right in the middle of your cake. 

The ginger had all but swallowed the cake whole, moving on to his other plates. He paused, “Mc?” Beel hadn’t heard you speak in a minute. 

“Yes?” You took another bite of the cake, giving a closed-mouth smile. 

Beel smiled right back, happy you were still enjoying yourself. “I’m glad I get to eat with you, it makes me happy!” 

You hummed, discreetly grabbing the edible ring, “Me too, bub. I’d like it if we could do this for the rest of our lives.” Your eyes peered up at him, “Say…what if we got married?”

Beel stopped. The food in his hands slowly fell back onto the plate and he blinked at you owlishly. He blinked more viciously when you kneeled, trying to keep the tears at bay. 

“Beelzebub,” you presented the ring with a grin, “May I have the honor of marrying you?”

He mumbled something about him being the one receiving the honor before he was lifting you up into his arms. “Yes please.” 

You huffed out a laugh, ignoring all the claps and cheers you were receiving. “Here, you can eat it. I’ll get you a real ring later, okay?”

Belphie

Sleep was a precious thing to humans, but for Belphie, it was just a thing. Something he enjoyed doing, something he knew with every fiber of his being, something that was normal. 

It was also normal for him to toss and turn, kicking at the constricting covers as the events of that night invaded his sleeping mind. 

Even years later, it still haunts him. You’ve told him over and over again that you forgave him then and you forgive him now, but he doesn’t deserve it (he thinks). The guilt ate at him so badly some nights, it made him physically sick when he woke up. 

And you tried your best to help ease it. Soothing him while he was asleep, reassuring him when he was awake. Nothing seemed to lessen his guilt or pain, but you never stopped trying. 

Belphie woke up screaming. Raw, gut-wrenching screams that made your heart shoot through the roof and shatter at the same time. 

He watched you scramble over to the bed and wrap him in your arms, visibly startled. His body began to relax when it felt yours relax, but his mind was still racing. 

That wouldn’t do. Your hands cupped his cheeks softly, squishing them, before moving to push back the damp hair off his forehead. “Belphegor…”

Belphie could do nothing but lay there as you kissed all over his face, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He couldn’t stop his eyes from tearing up— you were there to wipe his tears away, though. 

“I’m not leaving, Belphie. Ever.” You shifted, moving to sit on top of him. “In fact…” 

The seventh-born stared up at you with wide eyes, “Mc? What are you…!”

You pulled out a silver ring engraved with stars. “Marry me?” A gentle smile tugged at your lips when he choked up, hands trailing along his own until you reached his left ring finger. 

Belphie inhaled sharply, nodding frantically, “Yes, please, yes, I’ll marry you- I want to marry you, yes!” He watched as you slid the ring onto his finger. And when he felt the cold metal on his skin, he began to sob, fingers gripping at your wrists to bring you down in a tight embrace.

Beelzebub x reader

nsfw - ‘sin’ blurb mini series - gn!reader

Beel’s face flushes more than anyone you know. A light pink dust over his cheeks when he’s thinking about food or when he’s eating; Baby pink that spreads over the bridge of his nose when he’s pleasantly surprised or when he sees Belphie after a long day; Hot pink when it’s hot or he’s just won a Fangol game. But right now Beel’s face is covered with a dark, cherry red hue. It falls over the bridge of his nose, spreads across the entire expanse of his cheeks, up to the tips of his ears, and down to his neck. He doesn’t bother to hide it— his hands are too busy pressing against the wall, trying to keep his weight from crashing onto the ground. You’re already on the ground, on your knees, gifting him with the feeling of your warm mouth around his cock. Beel is panting, moaning, whimpering because he feels so good; you feel so good. He wants to speak, to tell you to wait a second because you shouldn’t be taking all of him down so fast, but he can’t. The only thing that escapes his lips is a stuttered version of your name as you gag around him, nose brushing against his pelvis. He could hurt you like this, really, he could, but you’re so eager in the way you swallow him down; you’re moaning around him, lips quirked up just the tiniest bit when you look up at him through your lashes. Now his hands are trembling, tangled in your hair, and his knees are weak and your mouth is warm and wet and good and oh fuck, he’s cumming! 

“S-swallow. Swallow it all. Please? Please for me…y-yeah like that. S-show me your- fuck- yes show me your tongue, fu-ck, you swallowed it all.”

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Day 3: Size difference

Beelzebub x female! Mc

Summary: you’re mind cant help but wander into the gutter as you watch your best friend work out. Lucky for you,his hunger gets the best of him

⚠️Warnings: smut,oral(female),spitting,stomach bulge

Kinktober masterlist

Enjoy!

It was no secret that you and Beel were close. Within the first few weeks of your friendship you were already known as an iconic duo,one of you very rarely seen without the other.

It all started one day when you offered him some of your snacks during class,the event giving you both the opportunity to talk as you shared a bag of chips.

You found out that you both had alot in common,from your favorite movie to your favorite ice cream flavor. You became fast friends after that,the ritual of sharing a bag of whatever snack one of you brought to class becoming an every day occurrence.

Your friendship became something of a hot topic amongst his brothers and even some of the demons at RAD,solely for the fact that your drastic height difference was such a cute yet comical sight.

The top of your head barely reached his chest,your frame absolute tiny compared to his hulking figure. This only made the sight of him following you around protectively at all times that much funnier.

He made a point of acting as your own personal body guard,saying that your small stature made you an easy target for demons. You didn’t complain though,because it meant that he was always around you.

You two were inseparable,always opting for doing things together whenever you got the opportunity,but up until this point,he hadn’t once asked you to come with him to the gym

And you kind of wished it stayed that way

The gym was empty,Beel explaining that it was closed over the weekend,but the owner was a good enough friend to give him a spare key to the building.

Usually,he would have taken Mammon with him to spot,but he was off somewhere trying to profit off some ridiculous pyramid scheme,and Belphie with his tendency to fall asleep at random times,was definitely not gonna be any help.

That left you as the only other person Beel wanted with him,not really feeling up to asking any of his other siblings.

You loved hanging out with him,you really did. You used to think that any task could be fun as long as he was around.

You were proven wrong as you stood over Beel,your sweaty hands gripping onto the bar of the dumbell as he lifted it almost effortlessly.

You really didn’t see why you even needed to hold on to the thing,and you were pretty sure he knew full well too that there was no way you could do anything to help if something went wrong.

The only thing you standing there did was make you increasingly more uncomfortable as you struggled to keep your eyes from drifting over Beels body.

You tried really hard not to stare at the way the muscles in his arms expanded with every lift,or to ogle at the veins spreading out over his forearms.

You tried ESPECIALLY hard not to focus on the way he grunted out numbers with every lift,or the way he glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Not to mention the way his black tank top was riding up,giving you the perfect view of his chiseled abdomen,and the thin line of orange hair trailing down to his-

You shook yoir head,a hot blush on your face as you bit your lip,looking off to the side

You felt really bad for looking at your best friend that way,but the fluttering in your tummy mixed with the dull throb between your thighs was definitely overpowering the feeling of guilt.

“You okay MC?” Beel’s voice rang out,strained and slightly out of breath as he continued lifting the heavy weights.

You looked down at him,seeing his violet-blue eyes staring up at you in concern. You only nodded,shifting backwards a bit and pressing your thighs together trying to suppress your arousel ,suddenly regretting wearing a skirt.

He gave you an odd look,frowning a bit at the strained expression on your face. He lifted the dumbell one last time,swiftly putting in back into the stand before sitting up.

You sighed in relief,wiping your sweaty hands on your skirt as Beel stretched out his back,the sight of his muscles straining making you flush once again,averting your eyes.

Beel turned to look at you,noticing the way you were angrily staring at your feet,face bright red. He wasted no time striding over to you,bending down a bit before gently taking your hot face in in hands,making you look up at him.

Your eyes widened,blush now reaching the tips of your ears at his close proximity,making him frown again,taking one of his hands off your cheek to press it against your forehead.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You feel a bit hot” he murmured,concern lacing his voice.

You gave him the best smile you could manage,giving him a thumbs up as you let out a breathy laugh. “I’m fine Beel. Promise” you said shakily, wanting to punch yourself in the face for having these thoughts about your poor innocent friend.

He returned your smile,removing his hands from you and standing up straight,ruffling your hair. “Good. Don’t hesitate to tell me if your not feeling good okay?” He said sweetly,using his free hand to lift the hem of his shirt,wiping the swear off his brow.

‘Fuck’ you thought,feeling your insides clench at the sight,thankful that Beel wasn’t looking at you anymore. “I only got sit ups left,then we’re done. Afterwards we can go get ice cream or something because I’m hot and starving”

You licked your lips,eyes locked onto the droplets of sweat trailing down his stomach and disappearing behind the hem of his shorts.

“Me too” you muttered,making Beel look back at you,a grin on his face. You quickly averted your eyes,pretending to look at the stack of weights next to you. “Then I better hurry up,huh? My treat okay?” He said happily,moving over to one of the chairs on the far end of the gym.

You saw a frown take over his features as he came to a stop,nudging the chair with his foot. You walked over to him to see that one of the bars that you were supposed to hook your feet around in order to keep your legs from lifting was broken.

He thought for a second,sucking his bottom lip between his teeth before looking over at you.

“It’s fine! He said,a smile once again appearing on his face as he sunk down onto the floor.

“We don’t need the chair,you can just help me keep my legs grounded while i do them down here.” You gave Beel an odd look before shrugging,thankful that this way at least his knees will be blocking the view of the rest of his body.

You sunk down onto your knees in front of him,ready to press down on his feet to keep them from lifting.

“Uhm Mc,what’re you doing?” Beel asked,raising his eyebrow at your from his position on the floor. “I’m holding your feet down. Duh” he gave you a deadpan look before swiftly lifting his feet into the air,sending you falling backwards with a squeak.

Beel laughed loudly,looking at your shocked form sprawled out on the floor. “Theres no way you’re going to be able to hold me down like that with your tiny self.”

You frowned at him,pushing out your bottom lip in a pout,arms crossed. “How am I supposed to hold your down then?”

Beel gave you an odd look,something dark flashing in his eyes as he lifted his torso off the ground towards you. He wrapped both his hands around your waist,fingers almost completely encircling your middle as he lifted you up off the ground.

You made a noise of surprise,squirming in his hold as he sat you down on his abdomen,his knees coming up to press against your back

You stared at him with wide eyes as you struggled to find the words to question him,your face heating up. “There!” He started,ignoring your shocked expression amd resting his hands on your thighs that were on either side of him. “Now you can just lean back and keep my legs from moving” he said happily pushing against you lightly with his thighs for emphasis.

“And you can help me count” he smirking,the action seeming strangely uncharacteristic ,not giving you a chance to reply before dropping down,tucking his hands behind his head as he got ready to lift himself again.

You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to keep from moaning when he came back up,the flexing muscles of his abdomen causing harsh friction against your clit,nothing but your thin damp panties between you and Beel.

He sunk down again before repeating the motion,gradually speeding up as he started counting. It took everything in you to stop yourself from bucking your hips in time with his movements finding it increasingly harder to keep your voice from slipping passed your hand.

You couldn’t stop your legs from twitching beside him,as he reached 10,your insides clenching in need around nothing

You looked down at Beel,seeing that his eyes were clenched shut in concentration,shallow pants now accompanying the numbers leaving his lips.

You squirmed uncontrollably,feeling your juices already spilling passed the fabric of your panties. There was no way he didn’t feel the heat emitting from your pussy,no way he didn’t feel the way your hips started jerking,mind going blank as your insides tightened.

Beel lifted himself up a little higher,the extra friction making you choke out a loud moan,your palm failing to stop the sound.

He came to a halt suddenly,his face inches from yours as he panted heavily. “Mc…” he whispered,hands coming up to grab your hips.

“You smell so good” he stated,burying his face in your neck as he ground his hard cock into your ass. You gasped loudly,your hand moving away from your face to grab at his shirt.

You heard him inhale deeply,a low growl vibrating in his chest followed by the familiar sound of his stomach rumbling.

“I’m hungry” he muttered,before licking a long stripe up your neck,stopping to nip at your earlobe.

“Beel..” you whimpered,hips bucking into him. He let out another growl,swiftly moving his legs out from behind you and pressing you onto the ground. He moved backwards,leaning down till he was eye level with your crotch.

He lifted your skirt up over your stomach,mouth starting to water at the sight of your soaked panties,juices already covering your inner thighs. He pressed his nose into the wet fabric,inhaling deeply.

You cried out hands scrambling to grab at his hair. He looked up at you with dark eyes,moving to rip your panties off your legs,groaning at the sight of the long strings of arousal clinging to the fabric.

He shotforward again, not giving you any time to prepare as his tongue shot out to lap at your entrance. The sudden stimulation made your thighs clamp shut,before Beel used his large palm to push them open

His eyes scanned over your expression as he moved to press his lips to your clit,taking in the way your voice rang out,committing the sound to memory.

He pressed his face deeper into you,plunging his long tongue into your hole,grabbing your hips with his large hands as you tired to squirm away.

Beel pressed his nose into your clit as he continued devouring you,sucking greedily at the juices spilling out of your cunt.

“Come on,MC” he growled,sucking your clit back into his mouth as his middle finger came up to press into your twitching entrance. “Give me more”

You bucked your hips,screaming out as he curled his finger upwards,pressing the calloused pad against your g-spot.

Stars clouded your vision as you came,back arching off the ground as Beel quickly moved to replace his finger with his tongue,greedily lapping up the juices spilling from your hole.

He made sure not to stop running his tongue over your slit till you cried out from overstimulation,planting one last open mouthed kiss to your clit.

Beel pulled away from your cunt,face glistening with your slick. Running his large hands over your thighs,he leaned back watching your face as you came down from your hight

You looked up at him as you bucked your hips upwards,effectively rubbing your still sensitive pussy against his hard length straining in his pants. He grunted,looking at you in confusion.

“Beel…” you whispered,continuing to grind your hips into him. “Please”. His eyebrows shot up in surprise,as he frantically shook his head.

“No way” he muttered, running his thumb over your swollen clit ”I’d never fit. You’re way too tiny.” You whined,as he moved to stop your movements. “We’ll make it fit” he looked at you in shock before biting his lip,shaking his head again as he looked off to the side. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered sincerely,making your stomach erupt in butterflies.

You leaned up a bit,gripping his shirt,effectively catching his attention as he glanced at your small hand fisting the black fabric

“What if i want you too?” Beels eyes shot back to you,clouded with a mix of lust and shock.

He stared at you for any signs of reluctance,face hardening once he saw how intensely you were staring back at him.

His next movements were fast and slightly frantic as he repositioned himself to sit on his knees,freeing his cock from his shorts,groaning in relief as it slapped against his stomach.

He gripped your hips,pulling your ass up to rest on his lap,taking the back of your knees into his hands and pressing your spread thighs into your chest .

Beel took his cock in his hand,smearing his precum over your entrance. You couldn’t help but gasp as you finally took in the sheer size of him,suddenly understanding why he was so reluctant.

He hummed in amusement at your reaction,tapping your clit with his cock,watching as your juices clung to him in a thin string.

“You sure you want this?” He asked gently,stroking the outside of your thigh. You nodded your head frantically,shifting your hips to try and get more friction.

Beel leaned over you,and you watched with eager eyes as he pursed his lips,the sound of him spitting filling the room as you felt his hot saliva drip down onto your slit. You opened your mouth in shock,pussy clenching as your eyes followed the excess running down his chin.

He used his middle and index finger to gather the saliva,before pushing it into you,relishing in the feeling of your heat squeezing around him.

Beel pulled his fingers out before positioning his cockhead at your entrance,already slick with your juices and the large amounts of pre leaking from the tip

He leaned forward,pressing into you while keeping his eyes on your face,watching for any signs of pain. He was really struggling,having to push in harder even with the mix of his saliva and your juices acting as lubricant.

You were already panting,gripping his forearms as he kept pressing,and pressing until finally-

Beel let out a loud moan as the head of his cock popped into you,struggling hard to keep from pushing it all in at once.

He watched you sputter incoherently,twitching rapidly as he slowly pushed in further. He moved his hands from your thighs,leaning back and spreading your pussy lips apart,eyes fixed on his girth disappearing into you.

He was nearly halfway in when he felt you convulse,your eyes rolling back as your heat clenched around him rapidly,a loud mix between a moan and a scream tearing from your throat. He watched in awe as you came around him,using the extra wetness to push the rest of his cock into you in one swift movement.

Your back arched off the ground as he hissed through his teeth. He looked down at where you were connected eyes widening in shock as they landed on the outline of his cock bulging out against your skin.

Beel looked back up at your face,seeing tears streaming down your cheeks as you panted,your wide eyes trained on the same spot. He ran his thumb over the bulge,gently pressing into your skin.

“Look at that….” he whispered,a large grin on his face. You looked up at him,a fresh wave of tears spilling from your eyes from the pleasure as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I’m all the way in your tummy.”

I’ll say it,

Yandere that truly loves you and is willing to destroy anything and anyone to ensure your health and happiness >>>>>>>> yandere that breaks your mind for the fun of it

Basically mei raiden’s quote “if saving you is a sin I will gladly become a sinner” to kiana kaslana.

Wearing the Brother’s Jacket/Them Wearing your Hoodie

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<3

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Lucifer

Him Wearing your Hoodie:

• It would take a lot of work, to say the least.
• You didn’t really know how to go about it, and thought of asking Diavolo, or perhaps Barbatos. Though, going to the prince and his butler about getting your boyfriend to wear you hoodie seemed… unneeded.
• So, you just decided to try yourself.
• You left your hoodie on his desk, hoping he would get the hint, though he simply gave it back.
• Then you left it on the coat rack, then the bed, then his chair.
• You found it folded neatly on your bed every time.
• It was early in the morning. You were reading, half asleep and not so much reading as skimming along. Lucifer was resting on your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist. You ran your fingers through his hair, humming quietly.
• He broke the calm silence. “You’ve been forgetting your jacket a lot recently, are you feeling well?”
• “I was hoping you would wear it.”
• You glanced over your book to see his face steadily growing brighter. He looked almost longingly at your hoodie, sitting right where he had set it, folded precisely.
• “Oh.”
• “Yeah, you’re a bit oblivious, hun.”
• Now, whenever he is working alone in his room, he’s wearing one of your hoodies.

You wearing his jacket:

• Trust me, as soon as you two had been together for a bit, you would get his jacket.
• He can get easily jealous, but doesn’t show it too much. Instead, he gives you something of his.
• One of his jackets, a turtleneck, anything.
• You’ll always have something on hand.

Mammon

Him wearing your hoodie

• You were sitting with Mammon on your bed, trying to explain to him what was going on in class. Though, you quickly realized he wasn’t paying attention.
• He was staring at your hoodie.
• “Do you want to borrow it?”
• He flushed. “Nah, what makes ya think that?”
• Once you finally hand it to him, he gets really red, but he never takes it off.
• He doesn’t care if it’s not his style. He. Is. Wearing. It.

You wearing his jacket:

• He is going to take all your jackets and hoodie and you’re never going to see them again. So he decides that maybe you can borrow his.
• But it’s not like you look cute in it or anything!!!

Levi

Him wearing your hoodie:

• He loves wearing your hoodie, but doesn’t know how to ask for it. He’ll usually keep quiet about it and just look over at you while rubbing his arms/shivering.
• Once he has your hoodie, you’ll have to fight him to get it off him, even if it just needs to be washed.
• He loves it.

You wearing his jacket:

• He’s super jealous whenever some talks to you, so he always makes sure people know you’re his.
• His jacket is the most effective option.
• He’ll hand it to you with a flushed face, sputtering out excuses as to why he is handing you the jacket.

Asmo

Him wearing your hoodie:

• He would have no trouble asking for your hoodie.
• He might look up at you with puppy dog eyes before asking for your hoodie.
• He absolutely loves wearing your hoodie. It makes him feel safe and warm.

You wearing his jacket:

• He has tons of jackets to go with all of his outfits. He’ll usually match one of them to your outfit and let you wear it for a day.
• They always smell like roses and baby powder.

Satan

Him wearing your hoodie:

• This nerd loves wearing your hoodie, and enjoys the lack of teasing remarks he gets from his brothers compared to the many he gets with his usual jacket.
• He wears your hoodies when he’s reading and sometimes when he sleeps, if it’s cold.

You wearing his jacket:

• You actually put both arms in the jacket, and Lucifer makes a sly comment about. Satan decides to mention that Lucifer himself is not much better on the matter.

Beel

Him wearing your hoodie

• I mean, considering how fucking buff he is, your hoodie would have to be pretty large to fit over his shoulders.
• He would love your hoodie. Though he would feel super bad if he got any food on it. He loves how you smell.

You wearing his jacket

• You like his jacket? Nice. You’ll always have it wrapped around your shoulders.
• He loves seeing you in it. Plus, it’s super big and fluffy.

Belphie

Him wearing your hoodie

• Your hoodies are comfortable and warm; therefore he steals all of them.
• He’ll fucking sniff out your jackets and hoodies and will make a nest with them.

You wearing his jacket

• Nah, he’d rather not move to take it off. Just cuddle with him instead.

Brothers + Undateables: Christmas Activities

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Christmas Special

Oop, well here’s this.

Dunno what to refer to the previous Undateables now,,,,, uh

Enjoy!!

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Lucifer

• Celebrating… really anything has never been Lucifer’s forte. He doesn’t like crowds, loud noises, and his music taste is not matching that of who made the playlist for most, if not all of Diavolo’s balls.
• Though he put up with it, for one of maybe his only two friends.
• And then you came, and he started putting up with it gor you too.
• But standing here, in one of the lounging rooms in the palace with everyone… everyone important, at least, he finds that he’s enjoying himself.
• And if he suddenly seems a bit more interested in the cheery music coming from Mammon’s D.D.D. in the corner only because you start tapping your foot to the beat..? Well, no one will notice.
• Perhaps the awestruck low-level demons won’t the only good things about a party.
• Maybe you and his family— Barbatos, Diavolo and maybe even Simeon and his little pipsqueak included—were good too.
• Though the cheeky sorcerer was not included in the family. He’d pissed Lucifer off more times then necessary.
• You had too, but on well.
• Lucifer wasn’t much on PDA, but now, happy and not as anxious as he was before, he leans back into the cushions and slides his arm on top of the couch behind your head. He smiles as you lean back.
• You had forcefully pulled him out of bed this morning and thrown a, quite frankly, absolutely horrendous sweater at him. It was scary how fast he gave in.
• He was sorta glad he wore it though. Everyone else had a ugly sweater.
• He pulled you to the side, placing a chaste kiss against your forehead.
• He was enjoying him, strangely enough.

Mammon

• Shenanigans never end with Mammon.
• He tried, though. Saying that he would give his brothers a grace period on the prank for a bit.
• But, walking into the store to see all the Christmas decorations, and even better, loads of glitter… oh, the ideas were starting to well up in his head.
• He made stupid mistakes, no doubt. Mammon was emotional and clumsy, but not dumb. When he wanted to annoy his brothers, he would.
• So soon, a few cases of glitter were thrown in the basket, and you smirked at eachother.
• Soon you also had a few noise makers and cheap instruments you could fill with glitter and blow on.
• And of course, you could get a leaf blower from The House of Lamentation’s garden shed.
• Diavolo would be coming over Christmas eve, as he would be too busy on Christmas, so that’s when you planned to do it.
• You had turned the air conditioning off that night, standing on latter’s to shove as much glitter in the vents as you could.
• “What… are you doing”
• Mammon jumped, and you went to steady him on the latter.
• “What the fuck? Were ya tryin’ ta kill me?!”
• The blond brother just shook his head with a sigh. “Just tell me when you plan to… do whatever you’re planning to do. I want to be out by then.”
• You smiled and chirped out a quick, “alrighty! Night Satan! Get some sleep!” As he walked off.
• And soon it was Christmas eve.
• Everyone was there. The brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke.
• Mammon was late, and only you knew why. Satan had already been given the signal to leave.
• Finally, after a few complaints about how hot it was, the AC kicked in, glitter tumbling out of the vents in clouds.
• Lucifer just stared up at the vents, eyes wide and mouth open. You threw your arms around the suddenly speechless man, letting out a rather loud and quite mischievous; “Merry Christmas!”
• Mammon snapped a photo.
• If Diavolo wasn’t there, you’d both be dead on the spot.

Levi

• He just wanted to sit inside and play videos games, read manga, and do all the things you do on a daily basis.
• Though, at one mention of the possibility of newvideo games, he was up-an-at'em.
• And soon, you were both at a store.
• While there were a lot of things he pointed out were things he wanted, occasionally he would stop and brush his fingers against a makeup palette. Tell you about how Asmo had hated it and how little pigment there was in it. About how Satan had wanted this specific book terribly, but he had it now, so there was no need to get it for him.
• He was rather good at picking out presents that would suit each of his brothers perfectly. Things that you would see but your eyes would travel over in your gift buying panic.
• A peacock feather quill and royal blue ink for Lucifer. Levi also threw in some chamomile tea, knowing of Lucifer’s sleep troubles.
• A simple gold stretchy bracelet that had a single little gem in one of the segments. Something comfortable, easy to match, and stylish. For mammon.
• A pack of clips and hair ties of multiple different colours with tiny charms on them for some extra flair. For the avatar of lust, of course.
• For Satan, a nonfiction book on cars, that, on the outside looked boring, but if you opened it, you would see it was riddled with information and puns.
• For Beel, not food, but a badminton set. Something he had apparently not played before, that Levi hoped he might like.
• And lastly, for his brother Belphie, a sherpa blanket and sherpa socks. Something warm and soft.
• Levi actually ended up enjoying Christmas, spending it with you, telling you stories about stupid things his brothers have done.
• And everyone enjoyed their gifts. Lucifer even cracked a smile, bringing Levi in for a— well it wouldn’t really be called a hug. More of pulling Levi a little too roughly into his chest and patting his back.
• Levi got tons of presents himself, but for once, he seemed a little more focused on the smiles on everyone’s faces then the gifts piled near him.

Asmo

• Asmo is always stressed this time of year. He loves his brothers, and takes on the responsibility of trying to get them the absolute best presents.
• This can land you with a very frazzled Asmo refusing to take a second to breathe as he does that angry mom walk across the store, leaning on the buggie.
• He honestly doesn’t know how he’s managed all the holiday celebrations before this one without you.
• After he full on breaks down after forgetting where a certain section in his favorite store is, you decide on a plan.
• Get bags and wrapping, then one brother at a time. If you don’t something that you think suits them, they go on a list to online shop for, or make something for.
• Levi was the easiest to buy for, so you started with him.
• You both slowly went down the list, walking around the store, hands intertwined.
• At one point you picked him up, letting his sit on your shoulders so see over the crowd, enjoying his giggles.
• Everyone did in fact enjoy their presents from the both of you.
• You received a present from Asmo, a baby pink heart locket with the date you both started dating engraved inside.
• He received a penguin onesie from you, of which he put on immediately.
• Everyone was happy, and to say Asmo was happy you were there was an understatement.
• Finally someone understood him.

Satan

• He just wanted to read.
• Or at least, that’s what he said, until you brought out the cat Christmas sweater. You could see the childish gleam in his eyes.
• He never really had grown up.
• Christmas shopping with Satan was… interesting, to say the least.
• He was constantly pointing out things and telling you about a part of a book he read, all while bouncing around with a smile on his face. Truly adorable.
• It was nice, though, his letting loose. Ranting about things and actually fucking relaxing.
• The childish energy seemed to stay, though. Him chattering through dinner about something.
• Asmo shot you odd looks, mouthing, “how?!” all throughout dinner.
• It was entertaining to say the least.
• Lucifer even asked you if you gave him alcohol.
• He seemed to calm down as time went on, just more smiley. Until Christmas day.
• You all sat around the tree, Diavolo actually managed to get some time to spend with you all.
• Satan was beside you, hiding his large smile in a scarf you had given him a while back.
• He truly seemed proud at the smiles that lit up on everyone’s faces when they opened the presents you both picked out. He held you hand and squeezed a couple times.
• He enjoyed his gifts, of course, but he seemed to like the happy vibe of the room. The smiles on people’s faces that totally turned the energy of the usually depressed and tense house around. He seemed to like the praise at the well thought out presents.
• He seemed really, truly happy.

Beel

• Beel had, surprisingly, thought out everyone’s presents extremely thoroughly. So thoroughly, in fact, that it was almost scary.
• He had actual fucking LISTS. Long lists. Naughty list long lists.
• Though, it seemed he knew exactly what he was doing.
• You had mentioned Christmas shopping to him around the first of December.
• His reply?
• “Oh yeah. I think I got that done in… November? Maybe October. I do need wrapping materials though.”
• This man.
• This hunk of an amazing hungry man.
• Had made lists miles long of what to get each person for Christmas and gotten all his Christmas shopping done almost two months early.
• So you found yourself in a store, getting wrapping paper and gift bags for Beel and getting presents for the boys.
• Why Neel being the only somewhat mentally stable brother and the only organized one surprised you, you had no idea. He also seemed like the only one that actually took care of himself, thank devildom for that.
• Christmas with him was fun.
• He reminded you of that centaur from Gravity Falls that kept flexing through his sweaters, though he didn’t get the reference.
• He enjoyed his gift from you, but enjoyed spending time with you most of all.

Belphie

• “What? Christmas?” He sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, brows furrowed. “Christma— OH FUCK.”
• The usually less than active Belphie is soon dragging you through the doors of some store and grabbing a basket.
• He explains to you—avoiding hitting into people to the best of his abilities—that he had forgotten about Christmas. Apparently the decorations were no good hints.
• Though he cared about his brothers, no matter how much they could suck, and he was determined to get them presents.
• Though that ended up with his sleepily pointing out things while being pushed around in the basket.
• Soon you had the presents, and rushed home to wrap them.
• He actually chose some nice things for his brothers, even in the rush.
• And, he throughly enjoys the heat from the fireplace as he sleeps on your lap and ignores the company on Christmas day.

Diavolo

• You bet this bitch already has the presents for everyone ordered.
• Actually no, he doesn’t.
• “So, uh, what if we make them?”
• This clearly annoys Barbatos. You’re around him enough to see the slight tinge of his brow that shows that he’d rather Diavolo just do his damn work.
• Though, you don’t have to be around Barbatos often to see the surprise when Diavolo asks Barbtos to join the two of you.
• Soon you’re all sitting at a table. Barbtos is in more casual clothing as per Diavolo’s request.
• Diavolo has a large smile on his face, and Barbatos’s lips are quicker at the edges as he watches his young master.
• You all handwrite the letters and make little trinkets for each brother and the other guests.
• You have a lot of fun, and everyone seems rather pleased about the hand-made gifts.
• Either way, it was a Christmas to remember.
• And soon Diavolo is back to work, but not before bringing you somewhere private, placing a kiss against your forehead, pulling you into a hug and saying, “I finally feel like I have a family again.”

Barbatos

• Oh boy.
• Barbatos doesn’t want to wear the Christmas sweater, afraid it’s not formal enough.
• Doesn’t want to mess around, go Christmas shopping, relax.
• He’s running himself ragged for no reason except feeling the need to do something.
• Christmas in devildom can be quite calm, besides the crowds in stores and the heightening crime rate that brings in a little extra paperwork for Diavolo.
• But all important members of society’s visits that Barbatos is usually preparing for are postponed. Not happening.
• These import people are at home with their families.
• Barbatos has nothing to do, and he’s afraid he’s forgotten something.
• So he is now on break, sitting on your bed in The House of Lamentation, being waited on for the first time in years.
• “Kitten, I assure you, I can get i—”
• “Sit your old fucking ass down, I swear.”
• Barbatos slowly sits back down, eyes widening.
• “Listen. We are going to go downstairs and bake Christmas cookies. And if they’re not perfect, that’s fine. If they burn while we make out, that’s fine. But goshdarnit, dude, chill!”
• Barbatos reddens at that, and laughs a little too.
• “Alright, dear.” He replies, all too amused. He pulls you into a hug.
• When Diavolo and all of Purgatory hall come over, you and Barbatos’s badly decorated cookies are gone with minutes.
• And Barbatos was happy to find that the Christmas presents you helped him pick out for everybody were greatly appreciated.
• “Perhaps I should take breaks more often.”
• “Yeah, dumbass, your other boyfriend and I have been telling you that for months.”
• Cue the eyebrow raise.

Simeon

• Knows what everybody whats before they even write it down on their Christmas list.
• And already has it before then too.
• He is cheeky though, sneaking a little glitter into Lucifer’s gift bag, something sure to annoy the avatar of pride.
• You both spend Christmas mostly hanging out. Watching Christmas movies and talking about childhood memories.
• His are strange compared to yours, but he is an angel, so he grew up… rather different.
• You spend a lot of time with Luke as well, letting him sit on your lap as you tell him stories.
• You both have a lot of fun.
• And, of course, opening the presents are just as fun.
• Watching Lucifer open his, the man’s eyes darting to Mammoth before settling on Simeon.
• Simeon’s sheepish smile back, blinking innocently at the prideful demon across the room.
• Simeon had you at least half in his lap the entire time you were all together, setting his head on your shoulder.
• You all had a lot of fun, laughing and singing.
• Simeon loved this time of year.

Solomon

• This bastard didn’t take a single present seriously.
• He came in with that smirk and hands full of wrapping paper and you knew you were in trouble.
• And then you saw the dozen or so dick-in-a-box that you were sure came from Spencer’s. Did they have a Spencer’s in devildom?
• Of course you had to balance out his chaoticness, and got everyone actual presents.
• Your only worry was Luke, so you were sure to tell Simeon about what Solomon was doing, making up a signal so you could get Simeon to cover Luke’s eyes.
• Simeon just shook his head with a sigh.
• It was funny to watch everyone open the little gag gifts.
• Lucifer looked disgusted. Mammon turned red. Levi just scoffed. Almost wiggled his eyebrows at Solomon. Satan just raised an eyebrow. Beel gave him a hesitant thanks. Belphie just went back to sleep. Diavolo was scarily delighted with the present. Barbatos got so red he could have won a competition against the Christmas lights. And Simeon, Simeon didn’t even open it.
• And of course, Solomon was smirking the whole time.

Not gonna lie, I wanted to do Mammon next but I love this big guy, so…

The names for his sons (again, from “The Boys as Dads” post) were pulled from Wikipedia after a bit of research. I wanted to see what other names and history were tied to Beelzebub and I found Hesperus and Baal.

Apparently “Baal” was used to refer to Beelzebub in the Hebrew Bible. It was technically a title meaning “Lord” but could be used to reference specific demons. “Hesperus” comes from Testament of Solomon where Beelzebul (not Beelzebub; at some points throughout history these two were separate entities and at other times they were the same figure with different names) talked about his old high-ranking status in heaven and how he was tied to the star Hesperus.

Mammon’s probably going to be next, but I have to do more name hunting.

• Beel is secretly excited to be partnered with you. He’s kind of curious about how the kid will look. More human? More demon-like? The two of you stand in the circle and not one but twobabies explode in little clouds
• Unfortunately, they’re already crying. Whether they’re hungry or the flash of light hurt them, you don’t know. Beel’s already giving this low, comforting purr and shrugging out of his jacket to swoop them up like some little papoose. This quiets them a little.
• He can’t help but giggle because they feel like little hams in his arms. Tiny roasted Devilbirds. They look on the bigger side for Devil babies but they’ve got cute round faces and big sparkly eyes already tinging with that orange glow he gets at nighttime. They are carbon copies of Beel and he’s a little sad he doesn’t see the ‘you’ in them.
• They wiggle a bit in the temporary papoose but settle when one arm breaches to grab a tiny, pudgy fistful of his shirt. There’s a few moments of ‘open, close, open, close’ where you think the baby is making biscuits against his chest but he finishes up with a firm grab.
• Beel ties the papoose around you so he can carry the magic trunk back to the house. You take great care in keeping the light away from them and don’t know quite how to feel yet about that orange tint to their eyes. They observe you with much interest. They’re still cute though.
• You’re walking back to the house with Beel and the others when the jacket blob starts to move. You think they’re getting restless (maybe need air?) and peel it open just enough to see what’s going on. They’re trying to tear a hole in your uniform to latch. They want skin-to-skin contact. One of them has their arm down your uniform top.  The other is trying to jam their hand in there, too.
• You just hold them close as you walk to the House of Lamentation. You bet by the time you get there, you’ll be missing a few buttons.
• Beel sets up the trunk in his and Belphie’s room (Belphie’s seriously considering relocating to the attic for about a week) and helps you sit down. He undoes the papoose to find they’ve ripped a decent chunk out of your school uniform and are trying to hide between the fabric and your body. They’re holding hands, their other one either tucked under them or latching onto you somewhere else. It’s really cute and Beel goes beet red.
• If you’re female, this gets Beel extra flustered because–for some reason? Demon brain and baby hormones?–he’s thinking about you breastfeeding two kids and being pregnant with another one.
• Is he gonna be one of those guys that wants lots of kids? Probably.
• He opens the trunk in search of jumpers or something that will help them keep their heat and is surprised to see insulated bags of squeeze-type baby food. All KINDS of food, actually!
• He’ll have to try some for quality assurance. Does it actually have substance?
• Those kids get it honest because they’re literally only an hour old and they KNOW what food packages sound like. Your uniform tears a little more because suddenly two little ginger-headed babies are watching his every mood like a hawk, heads thrust out of the little hole they made.
• Beel is not a fan of opening tiny baby food portions. His hands are very big and this is a problem. He ends up puncturing the cap with a fang and squeezing some out. It works, so he hands it over.
• These kids snatch food like Mammon taking a grim, okay? Watch your fingers.
• Suddenly there’s a little fussy fight breaking out in your top because one baby has one and one baby has nothing. Beel can’t get the second one fast enough. He just shakes it outside the hole and hopes the empty-handed one takes it.
• You tell Beel to help you out of your uniform since it’s basically ruined. Boy heats up real bad, touching your skin and everything. Big boy has it BAD!
• The kids hiss and growl and cry until you set them in his jacket and make a nest. Then they’re back to being content little angels, gumming and sucking on the little pouches
• “I hope all this eating means they grow fast,” Beel smiles as he takes the empty pouches and looks in the trunk again. It’s imbued with magic that only lets the ‘parents’ open it so there’s no accidents. He’s looking for other flavors as you hug the jacket nest.
• Somehow you end up with a tiny little hand tangled in your hair as they try to pull you into the nest. You just lay in the middle and they lounge on you. They are BIIIIG on contact. Like to touch all the time. Very snuggly.
• You’re kind of shocked but Beel is big into photography. He never answers you when you ask why, but he’s very diligent about taking pictures. They’re not always the best quality but boy never misses a moment.
• After about three pouches apiece, they’ve moved onto Beel. They like to snuggle around his stomach and you joke about his ‘baby bump’. You take the pictures now. 
• By the end of the night your name has a sound. They are grabbing at you and Beel at the dark, giving calls and trying to wake you up. They want to eat again.
• This goes on for days 2 and 3. The twins are more active at night since their eyes don’t hurt and yours and Beel’s sleep schedule are officially messed up. Day 2 they are very vocal with their demon vocal chords, so you basically need a translator. Day 3, you’re used to their nightly disappearances and sneak down sometime after them to see Beel digging through the fridge.
• “Apple? See? Apple. Ap-ple.” Beel apparently like smothering them in forehead kisses. He’s passing the food between them and suddenly it’s just three demons cooing over a piece of fruit. They’ve inherited the biting instinct because all three of them bite it at the same time.
• He was fixing to wake the house with a happy yeowl about the fangs but had some sense that someone was behind him, so you’re gifted with the sight of three demons still holding onto an apple. “They go’ fanfs,” is what you think you here. Beel technically got the first purr with that one.
• When the fangs come out, the food fights start. If you feed them with a spoon or fork it is LITERAL begging for them to let go so you can get more food for them.
• Feeding them is a two person job, not because there are two of them, but because one of them needs to attract the biter with a different food so they let go of the utensil. 
• They get teary and screechy when they’re not fed fast enough. Hesperus’ first word was “MO’!” (more) as he’s slamming his little fists on the feeding chair and puts a crack in it. Baal takes full advantage of the surprise and latches onto the spoon Beel almost drops. Another struggle ensues.
• Between Day 3 and Day 4 they have the muscle strength and build to fully walk themselves. Half of the time they “skitter”. For some reason they don’t like walking upright.
• Previously, you could only tell them apart with the brothers’ help (demons can differentiate demons). Now you and Beel have a color-coordinated system to tell the twins apart.
• They seem to take after their Uncle Belphie and hide in unusual places. The only way you and Beel find them are by walking around the house and shaking various packages of food. You think this is a joint effort to eat more. 
• Baal says ‘thank you first’ and is the gentle teether. He likes to cuddle like that. Hesperus is an avid climber that prefers to latch
• Half the time you don’t know if the twins are cuddling and scenting or play fighting. They’re more energetic than you expected.
• Ironically, there favorite person is Mammon. He runs fast when Lucifer scares him and they like to chase him. When they want to sleep, they go to Uncle Belphie. He’s just not energetic enough to play with. 
• They’ll grab anyone’s leg and sit on them. They like to be carried like this. 
• Asmo only managed to get a blurry picture of it, but somehow the twins managed to get Lucifer to drag them around by sitting on his cape. It was very cute.
• They’re pretty much Beel’s shadow. They like to follow him and he regularly uses them as extra weights in his routine. Sometimes they run around the yard together. Beel tries to teach them how to play Fangol but they end up trying to gnaw the ball to death and end up wrestling for it. “At least they’re active,” he mumbles as he picks you up to keep you out of harms way
• They fall asleep in the grass, fangs still trying to dig into the ball.
• Day 5 and 6 they become strong talkers and always insist on going long walks. They want to look at alll the stuff! They’re probably at the age of four or five (maybe six) and Beel deems them behaved enough to see some of his favorite restaurants in the Devildom.
• You eat so much you think you’ll be sick. You have three boys who will gladly help you with the rest. They fight over an extra-hard crunchy baguette and don’t seem to have the concept of sharing at this point. They’re fussing and butting heads and Beel notices their horns are breaching.
• You bag everything to go and Beel offers to fly you all home since you’re absolutely stuffed. He barely hears it, but a tiny little whine is trying to harmonize with his wings. One of them has grown wings (it was Baal).
• That evening is spent with Beel and Belphie gently bumping them with their horns to coax them out.
• You’re constantly portioning food and trying to make it fair. Beel is a good mediator. He won’t let his kids starve by any means but if they won’t share after he’s explained (and re-explained) why it’s nice to do so, he just eats the thing so they have nothing to fight over 
• They learn that lesson in the dead of night when they sneak down for their own raid and use each other (and the cabinets/drawers) like a jungle gym to get to the good stuff. Whatever they grab, they split. When Beel catches them, some kind of chocolate thing over his face, Baal looks unapologetic and Hesperus just asks if he wants a bite
• Beel is not a disciplinarian. You will have to do that. 
• Overall the boys are very helpful. They will help bring in groceries and clean up the yard with their uncles. They really love doing the latter because the find all kinds of bugs. They try to give them to Mammon and Lucifer but both of them hate them. A lot.
• Belphie notices them and pays them in food to put bugs in Lucifer’s office and bed. No regrets. Satan joins in on this with fancy foods from his foodie connections. They are the unofficial mascots of the Lucifer Sucks Club
• Day 7 involves visiting some of Beel’s club activities and the members being absolutely in love with the kids. They get them tiny Fangol jerseys and they run around with the ball. It’s a good day with lots of cute pictures.
• They try to hype of the twins and put them on their shoulders but it was here you learned Baal doesn’t like Hesperus getting too far from him and DEFINITELY doesn’t like him being around a bunch of strangers. You don’t know if he thought they were taking him away, but they definitely got dive-bombed by a tiny flying ginger.
• Beel has to console him and keep them together for a few hours until he calms down. Simeon overheard the commotion (actually: heard it from Solomon, who was told by Asmo) and offered to make some Celestial Treats to “share the heritage” since Beel is technically an angel.
• The twins also love Luke TO DEATH and he is extremely stressed out. They’re cute but very strong and accidentally kind of rough. They chase him too. They want to climb on him; one is enough to knock him off guard and two practically smother him. Send help. 
• Simeon is absolutely in love with them and the boys cuddle him and shake him down for sweets as nicely as they can. 
• Diavolo may not be as close to Beelzebub as he is Lucifer, but he still wants to see the children. Demon children are a beautiful thing (and he wants an excuse to get out of work)! On Day 8, Barbatos whips up a very fancy meal which the kids are all for. They like playing hide and seek with Diavolo. You and Lucifer both about shit a brick when they take to climbing on chandeliers and up into the crevices of the castle. Hesperus learned to fly that day, and refused to come down for Lucifer.
• Day 9, Barbatos and Simeon invite them to a garden-style orchard to pick fruits and vegetables. They boys are covered in dirt and have leaves in their hair but they are very proud of what they picked and can’t wait to make things to eat (they look very cute in overalls). 
• Somewhere between Day 8 and 9 both boys have gotten into the habit of shucking off their shirts to let their wings stretch out. When they don’t feel like talking, they sound off with their wings. Beel has adopted this habit and can usually be seen shirtless or in one of those muscle tees with the holes in the side.
• On Day 9 the boys decide they want to make a big buffet for the class since Beel took a lot of pictures. They know basic knife skills and have special protective gloves and things like that. Beel bought you all matching aprons. The whole thing goes relatively smoothly; you have a family tray ‘for sampling’, and a bigger portion that will be taken to the class
• All bets are off when it comes to making desserts. It’s hard to get the batter into the pan before they’re trying to “lick the bowl clean” (it’s not even empty). You end up with two chocolate-smeared demons that Asmo very reluctantly lets into his bath. You help wash. Beel supervises and is prepared to catch these crafty, sweet gremlins in towels.
• Day 10, you make your way to the classroom. The boys want to dig into the buffet (”But your friends are doing it!”) and they almost forget to do the report. They talk for a little bit, pause for a snack. It’s pure bribery. They are finished and rewarded with more food. Beel strings up all his photos at the front of the classroom as the boys sit in your lap and eat.
• They make their way to the summoning circle and the teacher has a hard time determining their age. These two are built like brick houses. Are they in the upper percentile for everything or actually older? They’re either very tall eight-year-olds or the age limit goes above 10. Results are inconclusive. 
• You get a B that is argued to an A on Satan and Lucifer’s behalf. The teacher tried to argue that they were a little unruly and showed a lack of discipline but duh, they’re kids!
• Hesperus growled something out in pure demon and you’re not sure what it was. Judging by Belphie and Satan’s expression, it’s probably something a parent wouldn’t want their kid to say. Who knows where they picked it up from?! 
• Baal just looked like he wanted to bite the guy’s nose off, and has taken a protective mantling stance on Beel’s shoulder.
• You walk them to the summoning circle and the twins are just as sad as Beel. They want to stay. Baal is crying silently and can only manage to bring his horns out and bump heads. Hesperus makes you promise to cook lots of food ‘for when we come back’ and that he’ll even wash dishes if you promise.
• You give them kisses and wipe Baal’s tears away, to which he gently teethes on you. Hesperus just hugs his brother from behind, the two disappearing in thick clouds of smoke.
• The class goes on casually as people pick at food and gush about the twins. You stay behind with Beel to pack up the uneaten food. He’s very solemn as he’s taking all the photos off the board, handling them with care. 
• “So, uh…why the photos?” you’ve tied up the last bag and have it sitting on the big catering trays Simeon lent you.
• “I didn’t want to forget them like I did Lilith…not that I ever really forgot her. Sometimes it’s just…hard to remember her clearly. You know, to remember everything from before. It happens when you’re over five thousand years old.” he’s trying to smile sweetly for you but you can see the pain in it, “I just wanted to keep them with me. I didn’t get that option with her.”
• Ooh boy have the floodgates opened for both of you! You hold this big six-something demon boy like he’s one of your babies and he’s never been more grateful. He feels your tears in his hair and you both have a cathartic cry. There’s no where comfortable to snuggle so you opt to heal quietly at the House of Lamentation with some of the leftover food.
• It’s a quiet affair, hiding in Beel’s room. You catch him constantly touching your stomach but don’t say anything. His hand is warm and large over your stomach. You’re on the edge of a food coma when you hear him mutter, “Maybe one day.” as he gives it a little pat.                    

I’m very tired (literally sat at my desk and studied all day). Went out into society once. Thought about this and wanted to get it out of my head. 

These are random headcanons (NSFW + SFW) about various pairs/match-ups and how they interact with you. Please keep in mind that I am only on chapter 21 so I don’t know anything in the game beyond that. 

No Luke because Luke is a baby

Pairs in this part: Diavolo + Lucifer, Beel + Belphie, Satan + Levi 

Future pairings under consideration: Solomon + Asmo, Mammon + Lucifer, Lucifer + Simeon (maybe), Simeon + Solomon (maybe), Barbatos + Solomon, Satan + Asmo, Levi + Asmo (biiiig maybe)

NOT SAFE FOR WORK. MINORS DNI. This is not a minor-friendly piece.

Lucifer + Diavolo (AKA: The Ultimate Sugar Daddy Pair)

• I’m torn between saying both of them will be dominant in bed. I lowkey see Lucifer being (mostly) dominant and Diavolo being the fluffier one that ravages instead of dominates.
• Diavolo doesn’t want to seem hard and dominant since he’s really playful and considerate at heart. He wants some levity and gentleness in the bedroom. 
• 100% a voyeur. Loves to watch Lucifer dominate you. This strokes something deep–literally ancient, almost instinctual–in him and makes him give big, bassy purrs. 
• Humans are just so delicate and soft and there’s something delicious in the contrast of being at the mercy of a demon
• Not super big into roleplay but agrees with Lucifer that the secretary/butler/maid angle has its appeal.
• Diavolo is the king of aftercare, beats Lucifer to it, and often has gentle sex with you after Lucifer is finished. Gives lots of shoulder kisses.
• On rare days they switch roles; sometimes Lucifer wants to be exhausted and let you dom him. Sometimes Diavolo has had a particularly stressful day and wants to exercise pent up feelings
• Lucifer is big on fucking you against the wall or on other surfaces around the room.
• Diavolo likes to put you in various presses/positions where you’re spread open and he watches your body take him
• Diavolo is also the secret hoarder of anything that has your scent on it. It’s a nesting thing that his brain demands he do and he keeps trying to find places to hide bits of clothing. Barbatos usually finds them and cleans them. If Barbatos finds them, Diavolo is SUPER embarrassed and all of you have to accept that item is never coming back.
• Lucifer prefers light bondage scenarios and Diavolo thinks you look very pretty wrapped up in silk
• Both of them get hard pretty quickly if you address them by their title (lord, highness, etc.)
• Lucifer is big on overstimulation but Diavolo is just as big on physical marking. Mostly a suckler and DEFINITELY a grabber.
• Diavolo is most likely to try to have sex with you in a public or semi-public place and will DEFINITELY fondle you under the table and act like he’s doing nothing at all.
• You will be spoiled rotten, fiercely protected, and have to plan out your rendezvous because it takes at least 3 days to recover
• Diavolo is totally down for fooling around when he’s supposed to be getting dressed. Lucifer is quick to point out any flaws in his appearance once you two are finished. 
• If Lucifer is running late to a meeting because you two were fooling around, Diavolo gives him a pass but “wants to address this privately” with both of you at a later date
• Diavolo has definitely convinced you to suck Lucifer off under the table just to see how the first-born reacts. It was quite amusing to him. 

Beel + Belphie:

• You were probably intimate with Beel first when he brought up that the perfect scenario would be living with you and Belphie. Sharing you with Belphie. You thought he meant in a cute way, like living with him. You didn’t know he meant like that.  
• For the longest time Belphie didn’t actually do anything. You thought he was giving Beel space. Neither of you knew he’d watch sometimes when you two were rolling around on the bed. He didn’t really mean to, but the smell of you ripped him out of a dead sleep
• Beelzebub only realized Belphie might like you when the two started having ‘certain dreams’. Beel made him talk it out with you to make the dreams go away (boy was getting tired of rubbing one out every time the dreams happened).
• When you were open to it, Beel wanted to buzz with joy.
• Belphie mostly watches, touching himself and asking Beel to hold you certain ways. He likes to see you in very open, exposed positions. 
• Beelzebub subconsciously folds himself arounds you and tries to be as close as possible when having sex
• When Beel undresses you, Belphie drags himself over to cuddle in what warmth you give. Sometimes he says it’s to keep you from getting cold. This is just his excuse to play with your nipples and trace along your skin as Beelzebub pays attention to the rest of you
• Belphie’s favorite thing to do is keep you quiet (usually with lazy kisses) as Beelzebub sucks you off/eats you out
• Belphie is DEFINITELY into weirder stuff than Beel. No one knows how he finds things to try. You and Beel think he gets pieces of Asmo’s memories or is more susceptible to Asmo’s dreams.
• If female, Belphie’s goal is to make you squirt and when Beel sees it happen for the first time, his tongue gets super long and he whines like he’s starving. You get some demon noises.
• Beel has a size kink and Belphie has a scenting kink. He wants you to rub your pretty self all over his favorite things. 
• Belphie wants you to suck hi off while Beel goes down on you. When this happens he doesn’t last long
• Beel usually discourages Belphie’s dirty talk. Doesn’t want you to feel like an object. Sometimes it hits him right, but usually he spends any downtime making sure you know that he and Belphie love you
• If Belphie wants to do any light choking, he has to do it when Beel isn’t in the room. Beel doesn’t like to see him do it.
• Belphie has definitely spanked you with his tail and Beel is more than happy to massage the pain away (usually starts a round with Beel)
• Beel needs to hear verbal confirmation from both of you before he lets Belphie put you to sleep and wake you up with sex. Consent is big for both of them.
• You and Belphie cuddle together when Beel goes down for a midnight snack. By the time he gets back, Belphie’s usually rutting against you or has one hand in your underwear, the other over your mouth to keep you quiet. Beel is happy to clean you up. 
• Once Belphie gets your permission, he exploits the HELL out of giving you dirty dreams so you wake up needy. Sometimes you snuggle/rut against the brothers and sometimes you’re physically waking them up and begging for release. You curse Belphie and he finds it HILARIOUS. 

Satan + Levi

• A very unlikely pair. No one’s really sure how this happened. You think Levi went to Satan about a “hypothetical concerning a crush” and Satan figured out he was talking about you. Smarty Pants went straight to the source and asked if you liked one of them better (or if you would consider both of them). Problem solved
• Both of them are shy once their walls are down (behind closed doors) but Satan has a smidge more confidence and tends to come off smug. In Levi’s brain that means confident
• Satan comes around to the idea of roleplay. It was as easy as “they have cat cosplays.”
• These nerds straight up pull out human anatomy books and ask you to lay down while the figure stuff out. Satan takes notes
• Levi has a HOST of stuff he’s seen in anime and wants to know if it’s possible. He and Satan ponder this over books and the notebook of notes about you
• Satan is like Solomon in the way that he would incorporate spells or potions in the bedroom. Some of Levi’s fantasies will definitely come true.
• It took Levi FOREVER to work up the courage to do stuff with his tail and Satan was 100% for that. Never knew that would do it for him, but do it again.
• Levi won’t admit to liking overstimulation (on himself and you receiving) but Satan will admit to a great love of overstimulating you
• Both have a mutual love for thigh highs and Satan wants you to ride his thigh into oblivion. Levi likes to watch that
• If you wear skirts, it’ll be a freaking race to see who’s hands are under there first. They both LOVE skirts.
• Satan makes Levi more confident in the bedroom and every now and then Satan gets a glimpse of that unquestioned presence fit for a naval genius. It always shakes him because Levi spends so much time being an innocent, reclusive dork that he forgets Levi doesn’t fall far from the kinky dominating tree.
• Levi is in charge of ordering the toys and always gets first dibs when using them on you. Satan watches.
• Satan’s talent for setting up pranks can be applied to setting up some pretty kinky designs. Levi will watch that shit all day long
• If Levi’s got you hooked up in one of those designs, Satan has the remote. He’ll try to read a book and chide you or change the settings if you get too loud. Or if he just wants to be a dick.
• It’s a good thing Levi has so many pillows because Satan’s constantly edging you, teasing you and telling you to be quiet. Makes you bite the pillows.
• Levi likes to see you get spanked. Appreciates any jiggle physics.
• Sometimes Satan gets sappy and says something thoughtful and beautiful and Levi just goes “LOL, simp.”
• Once finished, both of them will tangle their tails around you and try to pet you with them

Modern day romance + SNV 

part 2 of this post !

• comfortable silence at the end of a long day, sitting in bed together both tending to different things. the bedside light flickering softly as he eases into a book, one hand placed softly on your hand, thumb running soft circles onto your skin while you were focused watching your favourite show. The air was warm and you felt at ease

• the warmth of the shower water and his arms wrapped around you from behind as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. he’s bad at communicating when he’s having a tough time, but whenever things get too heavy he likes resting his head right there. you remain quiet, pressing your lips to the top of his head and allowing him to wash away the strains in your closeness

• long car rides filled with out of tune singalongs, bright smiles and loving teases thrown backwards and forwards. the loudness slowly moving into comfortable silence, his hand moving to rest on top of your thigh and your head resting on his shoulder.

• his fingers gently skimming across the skin of neck, moving your hair to the side with soft gestures before lifting the necklace you requested help with. smiling at the way your cheeks remained flush despite him doing this for so many years. slowly wrapping the jewellery around your neck, asking how high you wanted it and clasping it securely before silently admiring you in the mirror for a few seconds

Beel, grumbling: They shouldn’t call it an “All you can eat buffet” if they don’t mean it.

Mc: You tried to eat a chair.

Beelzebub: Do you feel any better?

Y/n: I feel much better now that you here with me.

*Lucilius walks in*

Y/n: I feel half better.

Beelzebub: We all have our demons.

Beelzebub, grabbing Y/n: This one’s mine.