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star-centric · 5 months

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Could you pretty please do some “how they would try to court you” (not in a ABO way, but in a Devildom dating culture way), headcanons / scenarios with Mammon, Beel, and Diavolo?

PAIRINGS: Mammon, Diavolo & Beel x reader (all separate)

NOTE: Let me say this- I love love LOVE requests like these!!! Any time I can write about stuff like this it makes me kick my feet and giggle. Also sorry this is so late- life is a hectic atm 🫠

CW: gender neutral reader, mentions of possessiveness, minor suggestive themes (mainly in Diavolo’s part)

How They Would Try to Court You (feat. Mammon, Beelzebub and Diavolo) (Headcanons)

MAMMON

Mammon’s a lot like his crow familiars- especially when it comes to courting. Combine that with his sin of greed and you’re in for a time!

He’s greedy, so it only makes sense that he wants all of the time. Whether it’s just laying around in your room or even just walking to class, he’s right by your side. People are starting to get used to see him literally everywhere you go. He might as well be perched on your shoulder like your own personal crow

You start to find little trinkets left for you- courtesy of Mammon. Those pairs of earrings you were eyeing at the boutique? You found them on your pillow when you got back from class. The cute pin you says reminds you of him? It's already in your locker. The items are usually something small, but still meaningful to you

Nests!! When you see a cozy bundle of blankets and pillows in both of your rooms, and how Mammon is very adamant (ie. very nervous of your approval) that you have to lay it, you feel like he have no choice but to get in it. It's so comfortable that when he sees you instantly relax he can't help but let his chest puff out in pride (and he may have let out a coo or two when he saw how peacefully you were sleeping)

Speaking of cooing- he’s humming around you too now. It's cute actually, and it makes him blush whenever you comment on it (he even does it without realizing it sometimes, which makes it even more adorable). You start to catch it when you praise him for something, but he starts doing it even more outside of it. He tries to play dumb about it, but he's really happy (and relieved) that you love how his voice sounds (it's what he was hoping for)

He starts to flash show his demon form to you more. It stemmed from your praise at his photo shoot, and ever since then he's been stretching his wings around you. Graze your fingers across them and Mammon would be putty in your hands

Mammon has always been selfish, especially when it comes to you. It’s obvious what he’s trying to do, but you’re still a bit surprised when he gets serious about it. The nights where he asks you not to leave, where he tightens his grip around you and buries his face into your neck, he means it

He wants to prove to you that he’s the only one you need, that you don’t need any other demon but him

BEELZEBUB

Beel’s courting style is simple, yet effective!

Despite it being a while since Beel felt this much of a pull towards someone like this, he really does try his best

He makes sure you’re well fed and never hungry- he knows how he can get on an empty stomach, plus he has to make sure you’re taken care of! It starts to become a very common sight to see Beel feeding some of his food to you, which leaves the others shocked, but he’s unfazed by it. They’ll even catch you bringing you food to share and not the other way around they’re used to

Beel is also like Mammon in a way- always by your side. Whether he’s just stuffing his face or observing something else, he’s right behind you like a second shadow. You didn’t realize how intimidating it was until you started to wonder why so many people started to steer clear of you- literally

(It wasn’t on purpose but Beel wasn’t complaining)

He also starts to work out around you more. You’ve always been amazed at his muscles, awed at how he lifts hundreds of pounds with ease. He’s never been one too full of pride, but the sensation bubbling inside of his chest made him want to show you more. His regular workouts, his fangol games, practice- he wanted you there for it all

Beel can’t explain it, but putting his strength on display for you feeds into a growing urge that’s hard to suppress. He wants to show you how strong he is, how easily he can protect you if something were to arise. The fanged grin on his face when he sees you cheering for him leaves him motivated to do even more

Sometimes he’ll slip into his demon form because of how excited he gets seeing you (which in turn makes his opponents/teammates nervous)

Soft bites- it happened by mistake the first time. Beel accidentally bit your finger while you were trying to feed him. He didn’t break any skin or hurt you, but when you bit him (playfully) in return something…changed inside of him after that. He wanted to do it more- leave your skin littered with marks done by him. And he wants to feel your own blunt teeth bite into him (even if you don’t leave a mark). It’s become a cute memory and another inside joke between you both

(Even if it makes him want to go feral everytime he sees your bite marks)

Beel also scents you! He has the strongest sense of smell in the house (and probably one of the strongest in the entire Devildom), so being able to leave his scent on you isn’t a problem. Lending you his clothes (which the sight of you with them does something to him too), wrapping you in his own blankets while burying his face into your neck- you don’t know why he’s been so cuddly lately but you’re not complaining (and neither is he)

Beel isn’t much of the possessive type, but he’s not willing to share you with any other demon outside of his family. Even then, his primal urge is somewhat satiated knowing that he’s left his mark(s) on you for others to see- and plans on leaving more to show that you’re his

DIAVOLO

The Future King of the Devildom has been lonely for some time now- so forgive him if he goes a bit…overboard in his methods

Remember how he was when you ate the pudding humans weren't allowed to eat? Imagine that type of behavior but with no restrictions

Expect to be adorned in the finest jewelry/outfits you could get in all of the Devildom. It gets to a point where you’re wearing literal millions- all he does is laugh at your shocked expression and waves off your worries. It’s not like he can’t afford it- plus he wants to see you in it all! (and show you how easy he can provide for you)

He’s a lot more bolder than he usually is during this time too (not that he wasn’t bold to begin with). He’s…just not holding back anymore

He’s more open with his touch, his hands finding his way to you a lot more common now. Whether it's out in public or behind closed doors, Diavolo can't seem to keep his hands to himself. The looks you get from people when you're out together make you a little embarrassed, but he holds his head up high anyway (which you're not surprised- he is the ruler still, not like they can say much anyway)

But Diavolo doesn't mind the looks- he wants them actually. He wants people to see you with him, to know that you're with him and that nothing is going to change that. That you're his and his alone. A part of him is tempted to keep you locked inside for his eyes only, but he knows that it wouldn't be right to do that to you

But he does invite you over to the castle more, which somewhat helps his urges. You’re waited on hand and foot by Diavolo, who doesn’t mind at all- he sent Barbatos away on “important tasks” (ie. give him alone time with you). It’s adorable how earnest he is in taking care of you, even if it’s something minimal as holding the door for you or feeding you himself

He’s in his demon form too, and thrives off of your attention- to see how you admire him makes his chest swell with pride. You’re in awe at his form (which makes sense since it’s a rare sight to see), and he loves it. He craves it. He encourages you to touch his wings and have your fingers graze his horns- just be careful not to tug on them too hard, unless you want to really get him riled up more than he is now

Diavolo is also like Beel in wanting to see his marks and scent left on your skin. He shows restraint, and it’s only ever done in spots he can see (mostly). There may be a dark splotch or two on your neck from when he got carried away (or when he wanted to show others that you already belong to someone)

Diavolo really hasn’t felt like this over anyone in years- Hell, probably in his entire life. He really has become enamored with you during your time in the Devildom that he can’t imagine loving someone else. You truly have made his life brighter with your presence

He understands that you can’t stay here forever, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t become mates regardless, right? Or rather, who’s going to stop him?

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dollwrites · 6 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!devil!reader, body writing, mentions of mindbreak, suggestions of exhibition, all characters featured are aged 18+

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“All done, baby, wanna see?”

you weren’t so sure that you did, but you nod in a daze, and a chuckling Beelzebub tightens his grip on the nape of your neck, dragging you to stand in front of the mirror.

though your eyelids are heavy and your eyes are blurry from faded tears of ecstasy, you can make out the black ink chicken-scratched across your stomach. the biggest words you could read was bold and still dripping raven paint, taking up the majority of your lower abdomen.

THE KING’S WHORE

you would’ve blushed, had all of the decency and shame not been fucked out of you only moments before, and instead, you mouth the words, liking the idea of saying it out loud. “I—I’m…”

“My little whore,” Beel nodded, as if confirming that you��d read the print, and he was smirking wolfishly, before trailing his fingers to another word he’d written upon your bare flesh. “Cumdump.” he smears the ink a bit as he moves on to the next saying, “to use and abuse.” he chuckles, watching your eyeline jump to every new word he points to, “Are you reading along, sweetling?” but when you nod, he knows it’s a lie. his lips purse. “If you had a single thought behind those eyes, I might believe you. But you don’t. You’re all used up, and that’s why I’m going to show you off around the kingdom.” both of his hands reach around you from behind, fingers gripping your thighs to spread them apart. “So everyone can see what a ooey, gooey, braindead mess I’ve made you.”

his amusement is evident when, as he forces your thighs to part, a drool of his cum leaks out of your abused, overly sensitive cunt. scrawled across your thighs, messily and almost completely diluted with your and his juices combined, was another large saying.

BEELZEBUB’S CUNT

you moan as you drip his release all over the floor, but your belly is just a little bulging; you’re so full of his cum that you don’t miss the excretions.

“You’re going to… show me off…?” you asked, your voice thick.

Beel beams, and nods, fastening a collar tight around your neck. it was only when your heavy-lidded eyes flit up to it that you noticed the word HOLE written across your face, your swollen lips acting as the O. “Mhm, gonna walk you down the street on all fours, just like a conquered animal. You’re going to leak my cum the whole way, your sore cunt trembling and on display so everyone can see how you gape when I’ve hollowed you out. And you’re just going to love, love, love all the attention, won’t you, baby?” as he asks, he grins, beaming with mischief, and grabs hold on your horn with one hand, squeezing tight to hear you mewl and watch your knees buckle under your weight. “Good, good girl.”

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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can I request a gn mc asking the brothers (and maybe dateables too if you want) to play with their wings/tail? I’ve always had the urge to just mess with Mammons wings and Levi’s tail especially

it’s okay if you don’t want to do it tho! Thank you :) 💙

touching the brothers' tails/horns/etc.

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list | pt 2

a/n: wow i almost want to explore lucifer's a lot further </3 anyway i hope you enjoy and ty for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req so come stop by!!

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

➳ lucifer stiffens as he feels your hands gently running through the feathers of his wings. you slow, but when he reminds silent, pick up the action again, every movement intentional and soft. it feels so good. lucifer cannot remember the last time someone other than himself had touched his wings. after he became a devil, they were something he was ashamed of for a long time and his brothers quickly learned they were no longer to touch them, and by the time he’d be okay with it, it was too late. but your touch feels like heaven, and lucifer’s afraid to look at your face out of fear of revulsion, he can’t find himself to pull away either.

➳ mammon yelps when he feels a touch on his wings, turning quickly. you yank your hand back, apologetic. “you’re good to touch them,” he says, “i was just surprised.” taking his invitation, you stroke the bones, following them from the bottom up, moving to the skin on his back. he shivers as you trace your way across his veins, feeling oddly exposed. but it also feels kind of nice, like you’re scratching an itch he hadn’t realized he had.

➳ levi flushes when his tail lashes, bumping against your leg. “sorry, it has a mind of its own,” he says, and you laugh. without asking, you run a hand down the scales, scratching your fingernails carefully over the smooth surface. “that feels good,” levi whispers, and you smile, continuing to run your hand up and down and up and down. honestly, the touch is more soothing that he’d have thought, and before he knows it, he’s half asleep, leaning against your side.

➳ satan wakes up with his head in your lap. he must have fallen asleep reading. as he gets his thoughts in order, he realizes he’s in his demon form, and you’re gently scratching his head, running your hands across his horns in a slow, repetitive motion. nobody’s ever touched his horns like that before. with his brothers, they were merely a place to grab onto when they scuffled, and he himself had never paid much attention to them, simply accepting them as part of his appearance, but your touch is making him reevaluate everything. content to stay where and as he is, he lets his eyes slip shut once more but doesn't sleep, simply reveling in your touch.

➳ asmo giggles as he feels you stroke his wing. “that tickles!” you chuckle, smearing lotion across the course skin, making sure to get every wrinkle and fold. asmo’d never been able to reach all of his wings himself, and only was able to convince one of his brothers to help once in a blue moon, so hanging out around to help him groom and moisturize was truly amazing. especially since you were so gentle and careful, your attention to detail showing in every movement. your hands felt nothing like his brothers’, and for that, asmo was immensely grateful.

➳ beel shivers as your fingers follow the striped birthmarks that go down his neck and collarbone. your fingers are slightly cold, especially considering he runs warm, and the touch feels almost ghostly with how light your touch is. it’s amazing, really, as you make every part of him feel special, including the parts he'd never cared about before, like his markings. your hands dips lower for a brief moment, to his chest, and he inhales slightly, but it doesn’t linger, moving back up before he knows it. his heart pounds behind his ribs and he’s sure that if your fingers were to explore the area over it, you’d be able to tell.

➳ belphie flinches as you touch his tail. “i know it looks soft but there are thorns in there,” he says, striving for casualness. “so don’t complain if you get pricked.” your hands slow down slightly, but you don’t pull away, combing out the hair at the end of it. it’s frightfully tangled but you’re patient and belphie knows that when you finish it will be fully untangled and neat. your administrations feel kind of nice, actually, but he wouldn’t dare admit it. (something in him tells him you know that already anyway, so what’s the point?)

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 — 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨 & 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧

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Beel always gets a little dazed when you say “Please, baby, I need you.” real sweet and straddle his lap. you’re still sleepy from a nap, clad in little more than his oversized muscle top and your panties.

like he’s awestruck; he just can’t believe something so pretty and needy exists.

“I’m almost done with these reps and then I’ll play with you after—“ he starts to say, jaw clenching as he grips the massive barbell with both hands, splayed out on the bench.

but you can’t help it, the way his chiseled form is laid out for you, and the diamonds of sweat against his temple and sparkling against the deep valleys of his abs has you purring, inching up higher on his lap, gripping his hands with your much smaller ones to hold on to the bar. you glide over his abs with ease, the firmness of the ridges rubbing through the thin, cotton lingerie to rouse your clit to life.

“Not after,” you pout, and he pauses, watching you grind into his bare torso, “now.”

at first, a cherry blush overtakes his cheeks. the visage of your arms above your head, holding on to his hands on the bar, keeping them and the barbell itself in place while your hips oscillate, dragging your core over his damp midsection until you start to soak a patch through them, and your eyes glittering with need and lust all but leaving him speechless— breathless.

“Okay.” was what he musters after a moment of awed staring, and when you mewl and snap your hips forward to ride the wave of his stomach, his own jut forward, muffling a low grunt. he must’ve been rock solid in his gym shorts by now. you would’ve bet a million Grimm that his base instincts had kicked in, and that all of the snorting he was doing as he lay back was the same reason his pupils were blown out black: he could smell your arousal and it was driving him crazy, too.

his eyeline falls to watch your grinding, becoming utterly mesmerized by the way you rock back and forth, and the damp bleeding through your panties. “You’re so wet.” he exclaimed in a breathy, half grunt, “Does it feel that good?”

and you nod, your nails biting into the backs of his hands as your pace quickens. your knees spur into his ribs, planting you firmly in place so you can strum yourself silly on his abdomen. “I’m so… so sensitive,” you whimper, rolling your body to focus all of the pressure on to your swollen, greedy clit, your eyelids flutter when it scrapes over one mountainous muscle pad, “Need— need to cum… Beel…”

“Should I—“

but you shook your head, fervent, and clamped down harder on his hands in case he tried to pull them from the bar. “Don’t,” you whine, “don’t do a thing, baby. Not a single, fucking thing.” your breath was broken into furious puffs now as you ride him, rasping your throbbing clitoris over him, leaving the sweet, addictive smell of your needy cunt smeared over his flesh. you knew he’d leave it there for the rest of the night, and his brothers would simmer in their jealousy every time they caught the scent. “I’m so close,” you urge, feeling a knot pulling tighter and tighter in your lower belly, “gonna cum all over your abs, baby.”

Beel’s eyes were wide and happy, a speechless smile tugging at his lips. you could tell by how tight the muscles in his arms were that he wanted to pull them from the bar, slide you back down to grind his cock against your soaking panties, but he doesn’t. instead, his hips rock back and forth, fucking the air in anticipation. “I wanna see…” he mumbles, fists now tight around the barbell. “Cum all over me, pretty girl.”

you had been so patient all night, sitting pretty, allowing Diavolo plenty of time to tend to the needs and concerns of those who reside in the Devildom, and there had been many.

however, by the time dinner was coming to a close, your patience was wearing thin.

it was his fault, you decided, for looking so dapper in his suit— not a single hair out of place, and smelling like vanilla bean and smoke. his fault for holding his big, warm, strong palm resting on your bare thigh underneath the slit of your skirt the whole time. his thumb grazing the silken flesh he found there.

you could tell that it was his way of apologizing for so little quality time spent with you today.

maybe you weren’t being as patient as you thought, after all. maybe he could see the desire to grab him and escape every time someone called his name. maybe you were huffing, and closing your eyes to keep from rolling them.

maybe Diavolo’s gentle circles against your leg was to calm you down.

but it was doing the opposite.

because his warmth was so damn close to your treasure now, so you stealthily glanced down at it, swallowing a gulp from your glass around the growing lump in your throat.

his paw is massive, and splayed out over the majority of your thigh, so you shift in your seat, opening your legs wider.

when his hand slides closer to your core, he casts you a warning glance, but you’re already staring at him from behind the glass you sipped from, brow quirked.

Diavolo chews on the inside of his cheek, his eyeline slowly dropping downward so as not to attract the attention of the dinner guests, but they become glued to your legs as they spread wider.

finally, you slip one hand under the table and grab hold of his wrist, guiding his to your panties, pressing against the dampness of them so Diavolo can feel how warm you are — how badly you want him.

and Diavolo responds in kind, pressing his thick fingers against your sex, seeking the swollen and throbbing bundle of nerves. when he finds her, he rubs in slow, hard circles.

you’d been holding on to the desire all day and most of the night, so his heavy handed nature against your most sensitive state has you stifling a needy whimper, trying your damndest to be as discreet as possible as you arch your back and rock your hips, dragging your desperate, clothed cunt over his hand.

your nails dig into his wrist, unsure if you want to ease him into a softer rhythm or try to force him to speed up.

but, the attention he was giving you felt too good to change even an iota.

before you knew it, you were squirming on his palm, struggling to keep your eyes from crossing, coming undone in forced silence.

looking up at his countenance was a mistake, because as soon as you did, you spotted a cheeky grin tickling his tiers, gems alight, and crimson cheeks. he was all too happy to play with you under the table, right in front of his dinner guests.

he might have even considered your inability to wait any longer the biggest compliment to be paid to him.

you knew that look all too well— and you knew this would not be the last time he got you off at dinner.

“What was that, baby?” Mammon crooned; a wicked smile etching his mouth upwards. oh, how he did so enjoy when you were under his thumb. “Tell me again, real clear this time.”

“Please,” you mewled, desperately arching your back off the bed, angling your core towards his. you could feel how hard the lump in his jeans was already, and you ached and buzzed and yearned for him to free his cock from the harshness of the fabric and bury it inside of you, “please, Mammon… I want your cock so badly.”

but Mammon only leans closer into your rocking, pressing the protuberance against your panties, one hand gripping the buckle on his own belt as he glances down through unruly, silver tendrils.

he wasn’t even trying to undo his fly and satiate your most primal urges, he only wanted to see how pathetic you could be for him.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you’re needy.”

it’s barely above a whisper, breathy and starved, and it only spurs you to rub against him more fervently, whimpering as the minimal friction teases your most sensitive section.

“Stop teasing me,” you whine, dragging your core against the thick tent wrapped in denim, brows knitting together. the fabric is so rough that the grinding sends deep jolts of fleeting pleasure straight through the nerves you’re taunting, and your fingers and toes twitch each time, muscles tightening. “F—fuck me already…”

Mammon smirks; the eager begging and the way you just have to grind against him, soaking a patch of his jeans darker than the rest that smelled just like you— marking him as yours only makes him want to torment you more.

but his greediness stands as an obstacle, too, because he’s eager to feel you from the inside just as you’re eager to take him.

“You’re so desperate,” he murmurs, watching your hips oscillate. twinkling and devious eyes flicker up to see the way your eyelids flutter when you rub the right spot, “you’ll use any part of me you can, as long as it grinds so nicely into that greedy, little cunt, huh? Like a hungry, wild animal?”

and when you nod, he scoffs— incredulous at how sultry and shameless you are.

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malleusfucker · 2 years

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baking with beel

warnings: smut/nsfw, beel being greedy, unprotected sex on the kitchen counter, size kink, belly bulge, creampie, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

yeah ngl this shit ended up being so fun to write like i wanted it to be short but i got carried away 😭 this is what happens when you’re horny over beel

words: 1.8k

(also this pic bruh... nah he gotta be pregnant)

~ baking with beel is always fun … said no one ever.

whether it’s his careless actions that result in him accidentally breaking an entire bowl from how hard he whisked the cake mixture, or if it’s him just straight up devouring the raw ingredients before you even get a chance to heat them up! it’s all fun 👍

“what do you mean i can’t eat a raw egg? i heard it's good for you. oh it’s for the cake? oh.”

reality is … baking with beel is a goddamn nightmare, and especially for you, since you are usually always the one who has to deal with the consequences. and dear god there are many.

those particular consequences leave you sore and limp, sticky and in a complete mess.

it always starts off playful and light - how baking should often be - with beel trying his utmost hardest to get the measurements right as his mind always tends to go to “bigger quantity = better”, being the avatar of gluttony, of course that’s expected. his hands shake as he carefully tries to pour a tablespoon of vanilla extract in the bowl, trying so hard to fight the urge to tip the entire bottle instead. bless him, he tries his best and even when he fails- it’s the thought that counts.

but when he does fail … sigh. better hope that all the brothers are out and that the door is shut because, the times that beel eventually feeds into his gluttonous side are the times you always think to yourself “why the fuck did i agree to bake with beel”

the tart was almost complete - burnt all the way through thanks to gordon ramsay not knowing he turned the heat to the maximum setting - but hey, it was edible. all that was left was the whipped cream and with the way beel’s mouth was drooling onto the counter, he was feeling more than peckish.

trying to get cream out of the bottle was always a pain in the ass - your knuckles whitening as you tried desperately to shake and squeeze some out of it, but to no avail. beel thought it would be a great time to step in and help you but knowing how damn greedy he is, not only would all the whipped cream be gone, but it would go along with the bottle due to how much his hunger was increasing.

“hey let me get that-”

“no it’s fine, i’ve got it.”

“you look like you’re struggling, just let me-”

your back and forth bickering and snatching of the bottle would only result in what you could call an unfortunate fate, when all of a sudden-

pfftftt!

cream right all over your face and neck.

“shit.” is what comes to your mind first as soon as you see the demon’s face towering above you. licking his lips, he steps towards you with eyes that could rival asmo's in their lust and hunger, along with giant hands that seem to be gravitating to your body. “beel… just let me wipe it off-” not even a sentence is able to be drawn out of your mouth before the demon is engulfing you, his long wet tongue licking stripes up your face, feeling the sweetness suddenly hit him as if it was ecstasy.

and that’s all it takes for his mind to vanish. his demeanour suddenly shifting to something even more insatiable than before, which to you, was fucking terrifying.

you trip and stumble as he presses his weight onto you with your back hitting the edge of the counter. feeling nothing but the sensation of his lips and tongue smothering you only made your head feel hot and dizzy.

it’s already way too much, and the fire hasn’t even been lit yet.

you want to push him away, you want to tell him to stop - but you physically can’t. his eager tongue finally found its way to yours, sloppily kissing and licking your lips with drool running down your chin and onto your neck.

god he’s always so messy.

he grips your thighs, pushing you up onto the counter as his kisses continue to drown you, his tongue overlapping with yours in such a greedy manner it almost makes you choke.

“beel…someone’s gonna see us…” you muttered heavy breaths between kisses, his mouth soon being deterred from yours and finding your neck where he started to lap up the remainder of the cream like a new-born kitten. “mmm…don’t care.” he let out a low grunt, his hot breath fanning over your neck as his fingers slowly crept up your thighs, massaging the flesh.

unfortunately, beel doesn’t take things in moderation. meaning that once he feels that “hunger” in his gut, it’s going to take an army to try and reel him back in. and those scales have been more than tipped at that point.

his impatient fingers found their way underneath your shorts; clawing and plucking at your underwear, feeling the bulge in his pants press against the counter as he continued to lean into you. as much as your mind insisted on pushing him away, your body thought otherwise - caving in as you felt your arousal drip inches from where beel’s fingers were. but any sane person would know that you can’t hide anything from the avatar of gluttony; his eyes widening and nose twitching as he felt the scent of your excitement blast his senses.

that hand that was sensibly nipping at your underwear had now ripped the entire thing off your body, along with your shorts, breathing heavily as he continued to assault your face and neck with his tongue. you gasped as a result of the cool air suddenly wafting over your bareness, hearing beel’s grunts get louder and more frequent only made you twitch and feel nervous. it seemed that beel would then mimic the instincts to that of an animal in heat, instantly pulling his sweatpants down to reveal his thick, aching cock - it practically begged for your attention with how flushed and hard it had gotten.

beel’s size was no joke. the way it pulsated and throbbed as he started to stroke it, seeing pre-cum drip and leak out of the fat tip made you gulp. he muttered inaudible apologies into your neck as he had already aligned himself against your entrance, licking and kissing your skin between words as if to make up for the agonising pain he was about to inflict upon you. and that pain was soon to become a reality. even knowing that there was no preparation beforehand, beel’s lust outweighed his guilt as he slowly slid his thick cock into you, drawing cries and pleads out of your lips as your body tensed up from the pain. he wanted desperately to kiss you, to praise and tell you how much he loved you - he would never in a million years think of ever hurting you, but it seemed like his mind was clouded by the sensation of you tightening and clenching around him as he started to sway his hips. you immediately wrapped your arms and legs around him, muffling your whines of pain as you cried into his neck.

it hurt. badly.

you felt shockwaves fizz up your spine as he continued to pound you on the counter, lewd squelching sounds that could soon be heard as he started to grunt and growl, biting and drooling over your neck.

beel was a demon after all. any humanity that continued to linger was soon out of the window as he sped up his pace, his giant cock poking and prodding at your cervix; it slightly bulging out of your stomach with each thrust.

it seemed as if it was a lightbulb moment for him as his violet eyes lit up, seeing the outline of his cock protruding from your tummy made those gnawing feelings of shame almost evaporate.

he couldn’t take it. watching your small frame quiver and tremble against his, the way your hole continued to squeeze and milk him even as you felt yourself start to loosen up from the pleasure - it was all far too much for him. he slowly pressed his thumb onto the bulge in your stomach, mewling against your mouth as his face leaned in to kiss you. “haah, you’re so… tiny…” his words in combination with his thrusts made your stomach turn. that splitting pain that stung you so intensely to begin with started to fade, feeling it gradually being replaced with waves of pleasure as he continued to hit and pound every spot.

you arched your back in return to the pleasure that was beginning to flood over you as his hand slowly made its way down your body, lazily rubbing and massaging your clit in small circles. with his other hand tightening its grip on your thigh, he sank his claws into the flesh as he started to feel his climax rise - his thrusts getting sloppier and more erratic by the second. “fuck, beel…’gonna kill me-”

and it seemed like beel really was an animal in heat - being that if he was a dog, his tail would be pathetically wagging behind him as he was rutting desperately inside you, his tongue lolling out as he panted and heaved. “it feels too good…’can’t stop…” he felt his balls tighten as he carried on smacking his hips against yours, your moans being those of pleasure rather than of pain as you too felt your orgasm rapidly approach. he slid his hand under your thigh, propping your legs up even further up his waist so that could hit even deeper into you - not that he wasn’t already, feeling yourself practically get winded every time his huge cock slammed into you.

drool and spit dribbled out of his open mouth, placing hot, wet kisses on your lips messily. “mmhh…fuck. ‘m close…can i cum inside you? please let me cum inside you...” his desperate and aching pleas made you melt onto the counter beneath you, burying your face into his, you muffled your moans with a kiss as you felt yourself cum suddenly around his cock. it seemed that just a final kiss was enough for him to completely burst; grunting as he unleashed and pumped copious loads of white cum into you, causing you to whimper as you felt him completely fill you up. your eyes rolled back with body twitching, feeling the way his cum oozed and dripped out of you as he frantically sought to ride out his high.

he looked so cute. pathetic and quiet whimpers escaping his lips as he gently kissed your forehead, caressing your trembling thighs with his thumb as he eased his leaking cock out of you. “god beel… you made such a mess.” he pouted and carefully lifted your body off of the counter, preparing to shamefully carry you around for the remainder of the day as your legs were too weak to even stand.

you exhaled and gave a soft kiss to his collarbones as he gently walked you towards his room while holding you in his strong arms.

and this is why baking with beel is always a terrible idea.

(and yes, he did go back and eat the tart.)

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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Can u do yandere Beel-obey me with a impulsive/lil crazy mc/reader? In a minute she is calm and in the other she tries to kill a random demon. May u can do him a lil masochist too? Pretty pleaseee 🙏

✿ 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 ✿

characters: yandere!beel x fem!reader

warnings: generally darker undertones bc it’s a yandere, description of fighting, injuries, mentions of blood, yandere thoughts and acts, masochism, hinted that mc have signs of anger issues and bipolarity, some suggestive things

notes: ‘m so so so sorry for the late response hun. i just couldn’t rlly think of a good scenarios for this one😔 hope it’s to your liking!

everyone experiences bipolarity and anger issues differently. i am no mental health expert and i wrote this with my own anger issues experience and a friend's bipolarity. if some things seem wrong or unlikely then pls let me know.

since mc is literally living with demons, there definitely will be some darker/gruesome moments brushed off as a normal thing bc they’re demons

so with that in mind, being possessive, protective, a bit too overbearing or controlling is seen as a normal thing in a relationship for them

however beel is much more chill and softer when it comes to such things

it’s bc he has great GREAT amount of trust in you plus he knows no sane, lower demon would never dare and approach you

either bc of the pact markings of the 7 demon lords of devildom or

your impulsive self.

yep.

that’s the reason.

at first meeting and the first few days or weeks into mc’s stay in devildom, the brothers either find mc’s impulsiveness and anger issues relatable, amusing or just downright annoying

as for beel he didn’t really care. as long as you didn’t get yourself killed or gravely injured

if anything in the beginning it low-key reminded beel of his twin, belphie

mc’s dark humor, threatening back demons about how they will puck out their teeth, boil it into a soup and shove it down their throat while it’s still steaming hot were first annoying to most of the brothers

however to beel, it just reminded him of how his brother would always snap back at the other demons and more specifically, lucifer

perhaps that little resemblance is what led beel to be protective and possessive over mc

it started out slow and barely noticeable lingering hands over their shoulders, small worried glances, giving them ice package to put over their bruised knuckles

soon it developed into beel constantly hovering around mc, threatening to eat the other lesser demons who even dared to gaze at them to scenting

when scenting your partner in a demon relationship, it usually involves leaving visible marks on each other since demons all have different distinguishable markings

whether it be carving their marks into their s/o’s flesh with their claws, leaving a bloody bite mark or sometimes even their pact markings on each other

however, considering the fact beel is more gentler than the other demons and your a human, he simply decided that cuddling with you for so long to the point that others could smell beel’s sin and scent on you or just draping his large, fluffy orange jacket over you was enough

unfortunately, demons are beings that generally have a darker mindset than humans so one day some lesser, cocky demon mocked you for being “beel’s pet” while you were alone

mc paid that demon back with a broken nose and a broken arm that bent the wrong way (like this __^__🫴)

the terrified screeching of the onlookers and the anguish filled cries of the cocky bastard alongside the blood dripping from the claw marks the demon left on mc called upon the attention of the brothers

when arriving at the scene beel couldn’t help but feel an odd feeling within him

something hot, mushy and dizzying feeling pooling in his stomach, his mind getting hazy, eyes half lidded with the only focus of attention being on you

asmo sensed his brother’s sudden arousal and dragged him off from the crowd, sitting him down in one of the empty classrooms and having a talk with him. helping him calm down and explaining to his little brother that sometimes people get aroused by people who are stronger than them

since that little incident with mc and the cocky demon, beel has never went a day without his mind wandering to the scene he saw

you standing tall and proud with a bloody claw mark running from your chin to your neck with an odd triumphant grin while the lower insect screeched, holding his broken arm

and when he lets his daydreaming go wild, the sixth brother finds himself fantasizing about you sitting on him with the same grin, carving your initials on his chest

the scent of blood oozing around the room, the quiet giggles that would slip out of your lips as he groans and whimpers at the odd yet pleasant feeling

and when his imaginations go further than that, the avatar of sin of gluttony finds himself choking on his breath, pants tightening and the room feeling hotter than the usual

perhaps paying a visit to your room this night won’t be such a bad idea…

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froggibus · 1 year

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“Why are you crying” - Obey Me

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel & Belphie

Genre: angst -> fluff + hurt/comfort

Summary: their reaction to catching you crying

CW: crying, lots of emotions, levi being a trog, hurt/comfort, cursing, panic attacks if you squint?? cuddling

omg hi hi i am so tired + ive been going through it this week but here is something for now. working on some more fics, lots of angst coming soon + maybe new fandoms lol

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Lucifer:

he texts you saying you need to come to his study to talk

you ask if you can have a few minutes

you feel really out of sorts and want to gather your bearings before going in

he says it’s urgent and makes you come in right now

you go in immediately on the verge of tears and sit down with him

he has a bit of a tone cause it’s been a rough day but all he wants to know is how your school is going

it comes out of nowhere and you instantly start crying

thinks he’s done something wrong

“are you—did you get upset over something I said?”

when you shake your head no he’s at a complete loss

is this a human thing??

walks over to you and kneels down between your legs, places his warm hands on your knees

wipes your tears away and rubs his thumb across your cheeks

tries to calm you enough so that you can talk about what’s bothering you

even when you’re crying so hard you can barely breathe he manages to stay calm

after a while when you’re calm enough he’ll bring you water and a snack

and will coax you into talking to him about why you’re so upset

Mammon:

since you’re his responsibility he always HAS to know where you are at all times

not at all because he cares about you or anything

so when you lock yourself in the bathroom and yell at him to fuck off through tears he’s stunned

and annoyed

sits on the other side of the bathroom door and waits for you to calm down some

after a few minutes he asks if you’re okay

that’s when you really break down

he listens to you cry through the door and wishes he could do something to help you

he gently coaxes you into letting him in

sits with you and holds your hand

tried talking you down but you’re crying way too hard for that

for some reason carries you to the bathtub and sits with you between his legs???

it’s weirdly comforting and the heat/pressure of his body makes you feel way better

reminds you that everything is going to be okay and you guys are gonna work this out

when you’re finally calm you realize how weird the situation is

“wait did you put me in the bathtub”

“it works for Levi”

Levi:

you’re home early from school thinking no one is home

but Levi is doing schoolwork from home today

it’s been a really tough day so you lay down on the couch for a while and cry

Levi takes his headphones off to give his ears a break and go get food when he hears someone else is home

his first thought is that it’s Lucifer and he’s in trouble

until he sees you sobbing on the couch

he’s not really sure what to do

so he ignores you and goes to get a snack

but then he feels guilty about ignoring you so he comes back

sits on one of the chairs and fumbles with his hands while he figures out what to do

“y/n”

you didn’t even notice he was in the room

you try to hide the fact that you were crying but it doesn’t work that well

Levi isn’t gonna call you out tho he’s much too awkward for that

asks if you want to come play games with him to take your mind off of things

you take him up on his offer and play games

tries to be supportive and let you know you can come to him if you need it

mostly comes out a jumbled stuttered mess but it’s the thought that counts

doesn’t think to give you a hug until you wrap your arms around him

he just awkwardly accepts and pats you on the back

Satan:

hears you late at night when he’s trying to read

doesn’t realize WHAT the noise is, just where it’s coming from

so when he throws open the door and asks you to be quiet only to see your red, tear stained face, he feels like the biggest asshole in the world

apologizes for being so harsh

tries to get you to talk to him but you keep insisting you’re fine and you promise you’ll be quieter

“shhh y/n i don’t care about that now—what’s wrong?”

gets frustrated when you can’t/don’t tell him

you feel it too so you’re hesitant to let him touch you

but when he gives you a hug you melt into his arms

kisses your forehead and talks you down

offers to stay with you until you feel better/can fall asleep

you keep saying it’s okay and he can leave but obviously he doesn’t believe you

cause he’s a great detective

let’s you take what you need from him

but you WILL be having a length discussion about your feelings and your emotional responses when you feel better

it will be painful

Asmo:

catches you after you cried

knows instantly because of the red eyes and the puffy lips

pulls you aside and asks how you’re doing/if you’re okay

him asking just makes you cry again

he knows what to do though

grabs a cold cloth for you to dab your eyes with and sits with you

puts his arm around you and lets you lean on him and cry

doesn’t try to interrogate you or get you to open up—he knows you will when you’re ready

gets you water so you can rehydrate

lots and lots of forehead/top of the head kisses

any sort of gentle touch he can give you he does

and once you’re done crying he’ll help clean you up while you tell him why you were upset

listens very intently too!!

dabbing your eyes with a cold cloth and wiping away your tear stains while reassuring you everything will be okay

also thinks you’re just the CUTEST crier

wants to take a picture of your ‘just cried’ face but respects you if you refuse

Beel:

most emotionally mature of the group tbh

comes in to your room to ask you if you have any snacks

you’re curled up in a ball under the covers so he assumes you’re sleeping

he’s about to leave when he hears sniffling

“y/n, are you awake”

“y-yeah”

can instantly tell you’re upset

he comes and sits at the end of your bed and rubs your back over the blanket

“what’s going on?”

doesn’t force you to talk about it if you don’t want to

also doesn’t force you to come out from under the covers

instead he talks you down from your ledge and is very gentle with you

eventually you do come out and he gives you a big hug

you fall apart in his arms but he holds you until you feel better

even if you end up falling asleep he stays with you

just wants you to feel better (even though he still really wants those snacks)

Belphie:

is wandering the halls at night because he slept all day and now he can’t sleep

hears you crying in your room

is hesitant to go on because he doesn’t know how you’ll react and doesn’t know how to deal with this

paces past your room door at least a dozen times before finally coming in

you’re not even paying attention so you don’t notice he’s there until he sets a gentle hand on your shoulder

“why are you crying?”

in classic y/n fashion you instantly start crying harder

belphie thinks he upset you by touching you so he moves back

but it only makes it worse

doesn’t know what to do but your crying is lowkey annoying

is torn between hugging you or letting you be

decides on giving you an awkward half-hug and then leaving

does NOT expect it when you suddenly cling to him and cry into his shirt

you’re getting it all wet but he doesn’t care

is kinda flustered that you’re so close to him (not that he would ever let it show)

realizes after twenty ish minutes that you’re not crying anymore

you’re not moving at all

you must have fallen asleep from all the crying you’ve done

he can’t just leave you on the floor so obviously he carries you back to bed

but what if you wake up and think he left you?

it’s probably better if he stays with you…

#obey me oneshot #obey me fic #obey me x you #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #leviathan avatar of envy #leviathan #mammon x you #mammon #satan x you #satan x reader #lucifer #lucifer x reader #asmodeus #beel x you #beel headcanons #belphie headcanons #beel and belphie

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potol0ver · 1 year

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Beel Relationship Headcannons SFW and NSFW

Sfw

I think this giant love bugs love language is physical touch, I don’t know what but I just feel like it is-

So he’d always be hovering near you, holding hands with you, or carrying you around places. Of course showing physical attention when you’re comfortable with it if you’re not ok with certain PDA

He’d love snuggles- I just know it- holding you is his favorite, let it be spooning or you’re on top of him holding him like a teddy bear, he loves it.

He’s not one to be the best with his words but he wouldn’t shy away from it, so he’d say his feelings rather bluntly, and it’d be very cute at times.

Like imagine him coming up behind you while you’re busy and he says “I want snuggles” then he just grabs you and you’re off to the bedroom.

Even though he might not be a person to say his emotions in a long winded way, I feel like he’d appreciate a paragraph or two from you every once and awhile gushing about how much you love him

The next day suddenly you have all your favorite food cooked to perfection, your favorite movie/show playing, and a perfect set up on the couch for cuddles.

I feel like he’d love to see you act parent like, like if it was to an actual child (Luke) or to an animal, it would just make him warm and fuzzy inside.

When you have time to come to his sports games, and he hears you cheering for him, it’s like he gets a second wind and somehow does better on the field because of it (not like he needs it, I don’t doubt he’s like the best sports player)

And when he’s done with the game and he sees you wearing his jersey- his heart does backflips

Believe it or not I like to think he’s slightly possessive, he just pushes it down because he feels guilty for feeling that way. So when he sees you in his jersey, he feels relief because now everyone knows even more that you’re his.

NSFW (warning a little bit of monster fucking)

Speaking of being protective, he’d definitely make sure he’s the only thing in your mind during sex.

He’d be overpowering, but not in the rough way (unless you like to that way), he’d pleasure you in all the right ways until you start seeing stars, makes you feel so good you think “I can go for another round” all while your legs are practically numb.

Obviously it would take a while of learning your body for that, but if you have that patience he’d be over the moon to learn all of your weak points.

It’s quite obvious that he’s a munch, so if he needs a slight pick me up before a game or he sees you to antsy or worked up, he’s going to use his mouth on you.

Now- I see this man as someone who just wants his s/o to gain pleasure, if they’re in pleasure he is to. So with that being said,

✨ Beel is a switch ✨

He’d gladly just let you bounce on him or fuck him until you have your fill.

He’s a big guy, even for a demon, so when you’re on top of him or directing him it makes him feel smaller, and that was an unexpected turn on for him.

When he tops he grunts and give words of affirmation

But when he bottoms- he whines- A LOT- and his affirmations turn into mush as he just gets lost in pleasure.

He normally doesn’t know what to do with his hands while he bottoms so please direct the man where you want him.

It’d wouldn’t be possible but the idea of you marking him would be such a turn on for him- so since you cant bruise him since- well- he’s him- put on some lipstick and seeing it on his skin will send him into overdrive (and it’s a great way to get him in the mood)

He also loves marking you of course, just hickies and a nibble here and there, but when you’re done you’ll see bruises from his fingertips neither of you realized were forming under his hands

Now sadly, if you are more of the sadistic type- like impact play- you won’t go far with that- given he can even find a whip not even ticklish- so you’ll have to tease him- like tying him up in magical ropes as you edge him- or please yourself without letting him help- stuff like that

Ok hear me out on this; when he’s in his human form, his cum is quite thick and creamy, and there’d be a lot of it. BUT in his demon form- his cum has eggs in it (I’m sorry I looked for the proper word but couldn’t find it-)

His demon form would also have its own specialties;

His horns wouldn’t be the most sensitive, but he’d love it when he’s using his mouth on you and you use them like a handle bar

The base of his wings would probably be sensitive, just be careful to not hurt his actual wings though

Now hear me out- again- fly demon = long tongue with suction cup at the end- IMAGINE

A/N alright I need to stop here before I expose myself further-

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me beel #obey me smut #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel x you #obey me beelzebub #obey me otome #obey me Beel x mc #obey me beel smut #beel smut #beel x mc #beel x y/n #beel x you #beel x reader

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hwascripts · 9 months

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A Yandere Love Letter From Beelzebub

Before hitting ‘read more’ please be advised that this contains dark themes such as manipulation, toxic relationships, and overall yandere behaviour. I do not support or condone real life yandere behaviour, this is simply a work of fiction

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I’m back, baby. Did you miss me? Here's a steaming hot plate of yandere Beelzebub for you. Yandere Belphie and Levi coming soon.

Hi Baby,

I’ve missed you an awful bunch down here in the Devildom. You’re special to me, you know? I’ve been craving you for so long, but nothing can ever satiate me. I spend hours working out, cooking, eating, and hanging out with Belphie, yet nothing can distract me from my ever-growing desire for you.

I'm always famished, but this is an entirely different feeling. I’m starving for your touch, hungering for a taste of those sweet lips. I’m ravenous and mad without you. The lack of your presence is killing me, honey.

I don't know how much longer I can stand this, baby. You don't understand how badly I feel like tearing apart the human world until I find you and return you home to me. I desperately want to breathe in every last bit of your very soul, locking it away inside my heart for all eternity. I want our flesh to melt into one, our essence completely inseparable.

Baby, meeting you has been an absolute curse, and it’s driven me mad. I’ve been deprived of you for too long, honey. It’s been so long that you’ve given me no other choice.

If you don’t come back down on your own, then I’ll have to get you myself. I don’t think you want that, baby. Please don’t make me wait too long, I miss you horribly, and you know how much I hate scaring you when I’m angry.

So please, come down without fussing. Alright, honey? It would kill me inside if I had to hurt one of your loved ones.

Your favourite himbo,

Beelzebub

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hidansdarling · 1 year

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝔻𝕒𝕪 #𝟙 -𝕊𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝔻𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕫𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕓 𝕩 𝕒𝕗𝕒𝕓 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕨: 𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 (𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝕪/𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕖𝕩𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕖), 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕤, 𝕧𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: ~𝟚.𝟛 𝕜

ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪<𝟛

You felt bad for doing this.

Well, at least you wanted to feel bad for doing it. You knew spying was creepy, and you’d be angry if you caught one of the seven brothers spying on you, but still, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. At this point, it had become a routine. Every day after class, you settled into your favorite study spot, pulling out whatever notes and textbook were at the front of your bag, but you never got any actual studying done. Instead, your attention wandered up through Beelzebub’s window, the spot conveniently providing a perfect view of him as he lifted weights.

Your mouth watered as you watched the way his muscles flexed and bulged as he completed each set. Every part of him was just so big. You could hardly wrap your head around it. The way his strong arms had picked you up like you weighed nothing, his thick thighs glistening with sweat, how his back muscles bulged so much that the sight of them was hardly contained through the thin fabric of his shirt. Every movement drew you in, you could hardly pull your eyes away long enough to make a sad attempt to convince any passerby you were actually studying.

Beelzebub had been completely oblivious to your feelings for a while, but your lingering gaze didn’t go unnoticed. Who else would sense the lustful thoughts you tried hard to hide but the Avatar of Lust himself? Of course, first, he sulked because how could you ever look at someone over him? With his beauty, that was impossible! But soon after, he began to tease his little brother about his not-so-secret admirer.

First, Beelzebub had no idea who Asmodeus could be talking about. Almost always too focused on food to be all that observant of his surroundings, it took him quite the effort to settle on the answer, his mind going first to the ladies at the restaurants he frequented. He couldn’t believe it when it dawned on him. You. The way you giggled and blushed when you spoke to him, how you somehow always had something heavy that needed moving but only ever asked him for help, even noticing how your thighs rubbed together when his muscles flexed. Beel felt like the luckiest demon in all of the Devildom. Winning your affection over his brothers tasted better than anything he’d ever eaten. But he had to be sure it was true, he couldn’t risk your friendship over his own deep, carnal desires if you didn’t feel the same.

Beel was over the moon when Asmodeus confirmed what he’d observed. He was right! Somehow, someway, the stars had aligned and you, sweet, wonderful, beautiful you had fallen into his life. Nothing could wipe the grin off his face for days after that. Now, he just had to get the courage to make a move.

Days passed and all he could think about was you. He swore that every time he saw you, you were bending over or leaning so he caught the perfect view of your cleavage or looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes, and fuck you made him so hard, and you didn’t even know it. Each interaction resulted in an uncharacteristic exit with him red-faced and stuttering out a string of words that hardly passed for a poor excuse of why he had to be somewhere else.

Dread filled you as you wondered if he’d noticed your extra-curricular activity. You were sure he had to have noticed and you’d completely freaked him out. Dejected, you recruited Luke to help you bake an “I’m sorry for being a pervert” treat for Beel in hopes of making things a little less tense between you two. As soon as the sweets were done, you piled them high on a plate, only stopping into your room to freshen up before making your way to his door.

You hesitated, debating on leaving the treats on the floor outside of his bedroom, knocking, and running back down the hallway before he could answer. You could only hope he’d get the message and your apology would be accepted. Shaking your head, you willed yourself to stay instead. He deserved a real apology, no matter how embarrassing it would be. Taking a breath, you knocked lightly, preparing yourself for the awkward conversation you wished you didn’t have to have.

After a few moments that felt like years, Beelzebub opened the door, a blush immediately dusting his cheeks as he rested against the doorway, eyes flickering between your pained expression and the plate of sweets. His eyebrows furrowed with concern as you didn’t speak or meet his eyes. Had he done something wrong? Mentally, he cursed, the annoyance he had with himself already for being unable to contain himself around you growing.

“Y/N?” He questioned, struggling to keep his voice steady as he peered down at you, dirty thoughts already flooding his mind even as you just stood. “Um, is everything okay?”

“I j-just wanted to… I, um..” You struggled to meet his eyes as you stammered, exasperated with yourself mentally as you begged yourself to get something, anything out before you disintegrated under his gaze. Your cheeks felt impossibly hot as your thoughts raced, the well-thought-out apology you had planned went with the wind as you pushed the plate into his hands, turned quickly on your heel, and headed back down the hallway.

Confused, Beel paused for a moment, his mind taken over by the delicious food that had been handed to him. He looked between you and the plate, popping one in his mouth before placing it on his bedside table, then making his way after you down the hall.

“Y/N, wait!” He called after you, gently catching your wrist and pulling you back towards him before you could turn the corner.

God, you really couldn’t escape this, could you? The way he effortlessly pulled you into him made your mouth water, a feverishly growing heat pooling between your thighs.

If anyone had asked Beel what had run through his head at this moment, he wouldn’t know how to explain. At the moment, it just felt right, like it was the only thing to do.

It all happened so quickly. His hand gently placed under your jaw, tipping your head up to meet his eyes, your bodies pressed together, each of you feeling like you were on fire where the other touched. He had to do it, he couldn’t hide from you anymore, and neither could you.

He kissed you.

Gently, passionately, and nervously all at the same time.

Your eyes widened as his lips met yours, too shocked to respond as quickly as you wanted to. Soon, you melted into the embrace, the feeling of his warm, soft lips against your own making your head spin.

The kiss felt like it could last forever but all too short at the same time. Bashfully, he adverted his gaze, the air thick with lust and anxiety, both of you waiting for the other to speak first.

He cleared his throat, his face bright red as he turned back to meet your eyes.

“U-um, do you wanna go back to my room? To uh, hang out or something.”

His words were innocent, but neither of you could hide the desire that lingered behind your eyes.

You nodded, taking his hand and promptly leading him back to his bedroom.

Beel’s thoughts were much the same as yours. As soon as the door closed, he scooped you up bridal style, making his way to his bed where he gently laid you down. He made you feel so small, fragile even. So easily he could break you, but yet he treated you so gently like you were the most precious thing to him.

And you were, you just didn’t know it yet.

Your eyes devoured him hungrily, a smirk on his lips as he watched the way your eyes traveled over every exposed muscle.

As much as he enjoyed watching you undress him with your eyes, he couldn’t take it anymore. He dreamed of this moment for so long, he needed to be closer to you.

Ditching his own shirt, he wasted no time pulling your clothes off, throwing them in any which direction around his room. The sight of you practically bare on his bed, clad only in a red lacy matching set made his head spin. You knew at the sight of his flushed face that he knew it was all for him just in case, making your own heat up.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He said, breathless as he crawled over you, big hands boxing you in on each side.

Beel was gentle, afraid to hurt you. He knew he was much bigger than you, the fact adding to the already nervous excitement that burned within him. These feelings quickly melted away as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer and catching his lips in a hungry kiss.

The way his body pressed against yours was better than you’d ever imagined, the weight and warmth comforting and incredibly erotic, simultaneously.

He groaned as you pushed your hips against his, grinding against his already-hardened cock. Your eyes shot open, widening as you gasped at the size. Your mind ran, worried about how it was even going to fit, but dying to let him stretch you out so deliciously already.

He sensed your surprise, taking it for distaste, causing him to pull away from you far enough to meet your eyes.

“I-I know the, um, size may be an issue… You are only a human.” Bashfully, his gaze soon left yours as he began to speak. “We can stop here, I don’t mind.”

“N-No! God, no!” You took his head in your hands, gently turning him back to face you. “I want you, Beel. All of you. I’ll tell you if it’s too much, just… please, don’t stop.”

He smiled, a thumb running across your cheek as a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.

“Okay, but you have to let me get you ready first.”

“Ready?” You questioned.

He didn’t bother to respond, instead, his hands traveled down your sides to grip your hips, fingers teasingly slipping under the band of your panties as he pressed a string of hot, open-mouthed kisses from your jaw to your collarbone.

Already, he has you whining, desperate to be touched where you need him the most.

“Patience, I’ll get there soon.” He chuckles, rubbing his thumb over your hipbone soothingly as his lips move down your chest, between your breasts, and down your stomach until he’s just above where your panties rest.

“B-beel, please.” You plead, tugging on his other hand.

Another soft laugh leaves him as he obliges, practically having to peel your panties off your sopping pussy. His eyes never leave your core, his mouth watering at the sight just the same as if he’d been taking his favorite sweet from the wrapper.

His heart is pounding as his tongue finally meets your core with feverish intensity, groaning against you as he tastes your juices.

Already, he has you unable to stay still, your fingers tangling in the blankets underneath you as your thighs close around his head. Effortlessly, his big hands hold your thighs apart as his tongue swirls around your aching bud.

This was ecstasy like you’d never felt before, each wave of pleasure overwhelming all your senses, reducing you to a whining, babbling mess so easily, so quickly.

“F-fuck, Beel!” You cried out, his rhythm never faltering when he hooks one of his strong arms around your thigh, the other moving to tease your hole with the tip of his thick finger. Slowly, he pushed one finger inside you, gently pumping it in and out of you to allow you time to adjust.

Tears of pleasure pricked your eyes as his finger curled inside you, already making you feel impossibly full.

“So good for me.” He murmured against your cunt, the vibration adding to the intensity that built within you.

Beelzebub loved the way you responded to his touch, each sound that left you made him wonder how he’d resisted his temptations for this long, and even more sure he’d never go back.

“B-Beel, please! More, please!” Your voice strangled as you shook beneath him, impossibly close to the edge already.

He obliged, giving you exactly what you wanted. Slipping a second finger inside your dripping cunt, his tongue continued to work relentlessly against your throbbing clit.

Beel brought you to heights you never thought were possible to reach, every touch was perfect like he was made for you.

Your back arched and eyes shut tightly as you finally fell off the edge, your mind blank of anything but a chant of his name. Your pussy clenched impossibly tight around his fingers as he continued to finger-fuck you through your orgasm.

You collapsed back against the mattress as he pulled away to look up at you, working hard to catch your breath after an orgasm so good it could make your heart skip a beat.

Already, you looked so fucked out and wild-eyed. Beel couldn’t wait to see what you’d look like once you finally took his cock.

“Are you sure you can keep going?” He asked politely, praying to anyone that would listen that you would be.

“Ye-” You hadn’t even gotten the chance to finish speaking before he dove back in, making your toes curl all over again.

You certainly were in for a long night you’d never forget.

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Truth or Dare (Belphie x Reader x Beel NSFW Oneshot)

Belphie art by Saphire240400

▶ PLAYING ~ ❝ MIND GAMES ❞ "You had lost the game before it had ever even begun."

Truth or Dare (Belphie x fem!Reader x Beel, ~3k words)

Agreeing to a game of Truth or Dare with the youngest two demon brothers may not have been your best idea...

@asmos-pet, @blueparadis (thank you so much for organizing this!! i had a ton of fun participating 😏)

Tags: Belphegor Being a Little Shit (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mean Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Dom Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Soft Dom Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub Has a Large Penis (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Truth or Dare (but make it sexy), Threesome - F/M/M, Attic Club Sandwich, Mildly Dubious Consent, Blindfolds, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Extremely Dubious Consent, Inappropriate Use of Demon Powers (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Double Penetration, Under-negotiated Kink, Implied Marathon Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Read here or on AO3.

You had lost the game before it had ever even begun.

You should have known by the look on Belphie’s face when he’d suggested it, the way his lips twisted into a syrupy sweet smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. You should have known by the way Beel glanced at his brother, the way he looked at you, sheepish and unsure.

But you agreed. Ignored the butterflies in your stomach—the ones that wriggled and writhed and warned, the ones that made your legs tremble as you climbed the spiral staircase up to the attic.

“So,” you begin, shifting on the plush little pillow they had given you, seated on the floor near Belphie’s bed. “It’s just Truth or Dare? Like we play back in the human world?”

“Yeah,” Belphie says, smirking lazily over at you from his own pillow. “And if you don’t want to answer or do the dare—” he sets down a large bottle of demonus and a single shot glass between the three of you. “—then you drink.”

You should have realized—should have known the dangerous game you were getting yourself into—when your heart lurches in your, when nerves steal your voice and, for a moment, all you can manage is a small nod.

You really should have known.

“Okay,” you say eventually, nodding again, “who goes first?”

“Me,” Belphie says, smiling again while he leans forward. He braces one elbow on his legs, props his chin up on his hand, and doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second. “Truth or dare?”

“Um,” you hesitate, glancing between the two of them—Beel, relaxed back against the foot of the bed, one knee bent up towards his chest, watching you intently; Belphie, drumming his fingers against his cheek, waiting. “Truth.”

“Boooooring,” Belphie drawls, rolling his eyes. “Fine, let me think…”

He trails off, makes a big show of thinking; he narrows his eyes, sucks his teeth, tilts his head one way, then the other, before his eyes flick over to his twin, meeting his gaze for a fraction of a second before they return to you.

His smile turns predatory. “Have you ever touched yourself at school?”

“W-What?” you splutter. Heat floods your chest, your cheeks, the back of your neck. “No—I-I… No.”

The twins are quiet for a long moment—a moment they spend gauging your reaction, the set of your shoulders, the way you’ve curled in on yourself, just a little; it’s a moment you feel in your chest, in each frenzied thud of your heart, each fluttering wing beat trapped in the pit of your stomach.

You glance between them, open your mouth to say something, to try and fill the silence with something other than the sound of blood rushing behind your ears, but Belphie speaks up first.

“Beel’s turn~” he says, voice lilting with twisted glee.

You turn your head towards the older twin, and for the first time, you notice he’s blushing too, a soft pink that colors his cheeks, the bridge of his nose.

“Truth or dare?” he asks you, voice low and thrumming.

“Me again?” you look to Belphie, who merely shrugs, then back to Beel.

He nods.

You really should have known.

“U-uh… Dare?”

As soon as the word tumbles out of your mouth, you regret it. Wish you could snatch it out of the air; wish you could shove it back down your throat, down to join the butterflies roiling in your stomach.

But you can’t, and Belphie’s grin grows impossibly wider.

“Sit on his lap,” he says, urges, basking in the heat of your embarrassment, your discomfort.

You shift onto your knees, start to stand, to walk over to Beel and just get it over with—it’s only a game, after all—but Belphie grabs your wrist. He yanks you down, makes you fall, knees impacting on the soft carpet.

“Crawl,” he says, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

You stare up at him, eyes wide. “I… Th-that wasn’t part of the dare.”

“It is now,” he says, then lets go of your wrist and shrugs. “Drink, if you don’t want to do it.”

You eye the bottle of demonus. Mutter a short ‘fine’ under your breath and swallow down what’s left of your pride—a bitter taste the coats the back of your tongue, that has an insidious heat tingling between your legs—and crawl to Beel.

You can’t bear to look at him, at either of them. But you can feel them looking at you.

“C-Can I…?”

Thankfully, he doesn’t make you finish the sentence, lowering his leg so that you can climb onto his lap, so that you can face him and straddle his hips. You bite down on your lip, unsure of what to do with your arms, so you hold them close to your chest, back straight, shoulders tense, trying not to take too much notice of how wide your legs are spread around him.

“Good girl,” Belphie hums from behind you, much closer than he was—so close you jump. He smooths his hands down your arms, palms hot against your bare skin, wrapping his fingers around your wrists, guiding them up and around his brother’s neck. “Your turn.”

You drag your gaze away from Belphie’s hands, away from the slender fingers that rest against your pulse, to lock with eyes with Beel. Find that you can’t do anything but stare into his intensely violet eyes—eyes that threaten to swallow you whole, if you let them.

“Beel,” you say. “Truth or dare?”

Belphie squeezes at your sides, toying with the edge of your shirt at the same moment Beel’s hands find your hips, at the same moment they start to knead into your flesh and draw you closer.

“Truth,” he says.

It’s hard to think—with them like this, so close like this. With their hands all over you.

“Did… Did Belphie make you play this game?”

“No,” he says, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I wanted to play with you too.”

The way he says it, voice low and gravely and hungry. The fact that you’re straddling him, that Belphie’s arms have wound themselves around your waist. Those words. It all has you clenching around nothing.

“My turn,” Belphie murmurs, chest flush with your back. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathes in the scent of your hair, your skin. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you say, but your voice wavers, warbles when he sighs against your neck.

“Ah, ah,” he murmurs. “Beel just did truth. Can’t do that twice in a row.”

You don’t remember that being part of the rules, but you can find it in yourself to argue.

“D-Dare, then,” you stammer.

When he kisses your throat, you feel him smirking. “Let me blindfold you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, sticks there like a rock. Your pulse hammers in your chest—so hard, you know they must hear it, that they must feel it. You can’t get anything out past the cotton candy fog in your head and the ringing in your ears, so you nod.

Belphie shifts behind you, and then he draws a piece of fabric over your eyes, forcing them shut. He’s gentle when he ties it, has Beel hold your hair so it doesn’t pull when he cinches it tight against your skull.

You feel yourself swaying, steady yourself on Beel’s shoulders.

“Truth or dare?” Beel asks, and you know he’s talking to you.

“Truth.”

From behind you, “how often do you touch yourself?”

You stiffen, fingers twitching at Beel’s shoulders, mouth opening and closing soundlessly, fumbling for something, for anything.

“I… I don’t want to answer that.”

“Fine,” Belphie murmurs, breath hot against your ear. He releases your waist, and then you feel the cold press of the bottle against your lips. “Open.”

He presses his fingertips up underneath your chin, tilting your head backwards until it rests against his shoulder. Then he pours—too much, too fast—into your open mouth. You struggle to keep up, to gulp down the demonus that stings in the back of your throat, tasting like berries and spice and heat.

He pulls the bottle away—finally—and you cough and splutter, feel demonus dripping down your chin, rolling down your neck in amaranthine rivulets. The buzz sets in fast—far faster than you expect. Flowing through your veins, settling into your muscles, filling your thoughts with a distracting static.

“Who do you think about when you do it?” his voice is like silk, ghosting across the shell of your ear, low and lilting while Beel laps at the demonus trailing down your throat, sucking at your pulse point, tracing the hollow of your throat with his tongue, making you whimper.

“That… That’s two questions, Belphie,” you whine.

You. Both of you—just like this.

“Answer,” he says, hands skimming up and down your sides, “or drink.”

“I-I don’t—” you stammer, shifting your hips, squirming in Beel’s grip. The hands. The tongue. The heat. It’s too much. “I don’t want to answer that either.”

The bottle is back. “Then drink.”

You do. Or, try to. You swallow deep, tears welling up in your eyes, spilling over in time with the burning in your throat, in between your thighs. You gulp, drink and drink until Belphie is satisfied and Beel is left to clean up the mess you’ve made of yourself. When he takes the bottle away, you’re reeling, gasping.

“Truth or dare?” Beel asks, murmurs against your neck.

“Dare,” you choke out, suddenly very aware of the hardness pressing into you from underneath, from behind.

“Kiss him,” Belphie says, fingers twisted in your hair now. You feel hands on your face—Beel’s—thumb brushing across your cheekbone, over the plush of your bottom lip.

“Okay,” you whisper, and then his mouth is on yours. Greedy. Demanding. Hungry. His tongue dives into your mouth, licking and tasting, sucking the demonus from your tongue. He traces the shape of your teeth, groaning into you, intertwining his tongue with yours. Swallows down every gasp, every little whimper.

You’re drowning. In the way he rocks his hips into yours, the way he grinds his length against you—the way he tastes you, the way he devours. You’re lost. To the feel of Belphie’s hands under your shirt, palming your breast, teasing your nipples, nipping at the skin of your shoulders, sucking dark bruises along the column of your throat.

“Truth or dare?” Belphie asks as Beel pulls back and breaks the kiss, letting you breathe again.

“T-Truth,” you gasp, chest heaving up and down, arching into Belphie’s touch.

“Do you like what we’re doing to you?” he asks, twisting one nipple between his forefinger and thumb, grinning when you yelp. “Do you like it when we touch you like this? When we share you like this?”

You nod, nearly frantic, struggling to hold back the pathetic noises that fall from your open mouth.

“Say it,” Beel urges, “need to hear you say it.”

Oh, you really should have known.

“I like it,” you breathe.

Beel growls, a strangled sound low in his throat, grabbing tighter onto your hips, grinding your needy little cunt against his clothed cock. You suck in a gasp. Rock your hips against him. Dig your fingernails into his shoulders. Whine at the feeling of him—so thick, so hard—underneath you.

“Truth or dare?” Even Belphie sounds affected now. Breathy. Voice thick and heady.

Needy.

“Dare,” you whisper, voice breaking half-way through the word, head falling back against Belphie’s shoulder.

“Let us fuck you.”

Your whimper is all the answer they need.

You’re being lifted before you realize it, carried over and laid flat on your back on the edge of Belphie’s mattress. They peel of your clothing, drag your shirt up and over your head, fingertips lingering on your ribs, your thighs as they pull down your shorts, your panties, half-soaked through because—fuck, you’re wet, Beel groans.

Big hands—Beel’s hands—press your legs further apart, keep you open while he squeezes at the plush of your thighs. You feel breath, hot against your core, and then he’s licking you, laving his tongue over and around your swollen nub, lapping at slick that coats your folds, holding your hips in place while you twitch and writhe.

“Open,” Belphie grunts, smearing the head of his cock against your lips.

Your body reacts before your mind can, steeped in a fevered haze, mouth popping open, tongue dipping into the salty pre-cum that beads at the tip. He groans when he sinks into the wet heat of your mouth—an absolutely obscene sound that has chills rippling down your spine, heat tingling between your legs.

When you push back against his hips, when you shy away from the length prodding at the back of your throat, he grabs both your wrists and pins them to the mattress, binding them together with his belt.

“Keep them there,” he growls, bucking into your mouth, making you gag and choke, clench around the fingers that Beel slides inside you. He pumps in one, then two, scissoring them, stretching you open while he suck as your clit.

Belphie’s hand wraps around your throat, holding you down while he fucks your mouth, while he praises you for being such a good cock sucking whore. Pressure builds in your gut, spiraling tighter, brighter, and when Belphie drives his cock all the way in, when he gags you with it and holds you there, rutting into your face—panting and cursing and moaning your name—you cum on Beel’s fingers, his tongue.

Belphie pulls out of your mouth, lets you splutter and gasp for air, just barely conscious of the fact you’re being pulled upright, that Beel loops your tied arms around his neck and maneuvers you on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Need you,” he pants, tearing the blindfold off, guides your hips down and nudges at your entrance. “Need you so bad.”

He pushes in, just past the ring of muscle that struggles to accept him.

It burns—punches the air out of your lungs because he’s big.

“B-Beel,” you gasp, tightening involuntarily because it hurts. “S’too much—s’too much—”

He grunts, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. His grip is unrelenting, pulling you down slowly, feeding inch after inch into your hole, forcing your legs wider around his hips, stretching your pussy open around his cock.

He’s only halfway in when you feel Belphie prodding at your puckered hole.

“Wai—” you choke on your next breath, eyes rolling into the back of your head when Beel bucks his hips up into yours, as Belphie pushes harder against your ass. “Wait, wait—” you babble, beg, squirming, struggling against the belt, the grip on your hips. “—slow, I can’t, I can’t—s-sto—”

Belphie clamps his hand over your mouth.

“Relax,” he hisses into your ear, and a sudden, overpowering wave of lethargy washes over you. His voice lulls you, coils around your mind and drags it down into a heavy fog. His voice soothes you, makes your eyelids heavy, makes your muscles unclench—lets Beel bottom out, fully sheathed in your fluttering pussy, lets Belphie pop the tip of his cock inside your ass and slide further inside.

You drift in and out of consciousness. Head lolling back against Belphie’s shoulder, arms hanging limp around Beel’s neck. In and out of pleasure. Pain. Stretch and fill. You hardly recognize your own voice, the weak, strangled noises barely audible past Belphie’s hand.

They use you. One fucking in while the other pulls out. Holding you captive between them.

“See?” Belphie grunts, abandoning his hold on your mouth to grip your throat. To squeeze while he ruts into you. “Isn’t it so much better when you just give in?”

“So tight,” Beel groans, right in your ear.

“What a fucking slut,” Belphie hisses in your other ear.

Gorgeous—and so goddamn noisy, they whisper. So perfect—making such a mess for us. Fucking harder. Faster. You’re melting, weeping, fucked out of your mind. Feel so good—our filthy little cocksleeve. In time now. Fucking you open. So full, so fucking full. So good for us—our needy little fuck toy.

When you cum again, you can’t even warn them, just a choked whine, just a fluttering of your walls, a clenching that has them both spilling inside of you a moment later, Beel crushing his mouth to yours, Belphie sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

Your eyes slip closed… then open.

You’re on your side, back to Beel’s chest, head tucked into Belphie’s neck, breathing heavy and achingly empty. They stroke your hair, trail their fingers across your flushed and sweaty skin.

Closed… Open.

Belphie kisses you. Parts your lips with his tongue. Moans into your mouth. Beel grinds against your ass, still hard, sliding through his brother’s release that leaks out of you.

Close… Open.

You whimper. Push weakly against Belphie’s chest, cry when Beel’s fingers find your clit, when searing pain-streaked pleasure burns through you.

“Shh,” Belphie soothes, hiking your leg up around his waist, dragging the tip of his cock up and down your soaking folds. “Just relax… we’ll take good care of you.”

The lethargy hits again, dragging you deeper.

Close… Open.

They’re inside you again. Rolling their hips into yours soft and slow… It feels good. Mind-numbingly good. The way Beel holds you tight against him. It feels good. The way Belphie’s tongue dances with yours. The way it’s sloppy and languid and soft. It feels so fucking good—

Close… Open.

You’re cumming again. And again. Over and over again as they bully open your insides, molding them to the shape of their cocks—you lose count. Lose your fucking mind while your eyes roll back. While tears stream down your cheeks.

They fill you. Your mouth, your ass, your pussy—with fingers and tongues and cocks and cum. They mark you. Paint your skin with hickies and bruises in the shape of their teeth.

Close… Open.

Belphie kisses you again, licking along your bottom lip. “… Truth or dare?”

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leviathans-watching · 10 months

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Uuuh uuuh uuuuh I got a request!

Remember that drabble you did about Mc from the new obey me game keeping a painful distance from the brothers cuz they are not the same brothers as the one form the og game?

What about a reversed perspective for this one?

How does the brothers feel about an mc who's clearly into them and clearly keeping distance?

obn!brothers reacting to a distant mc

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

a/n: oooh this was so fun! and i really think that they'd just think mc was a freak lololol. thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come stop by!

please please please reblog

➳ lucifer just doesn’t understand. sure, it’s not like he wants this random demon to be all buddy-buddy with him and his brothers, but sometimes you act in the oddest of ways. sometimes you seem to be able to practically read his mind, leaving him with a strange sense of familiarity, but other times you won’t even look him in the eyes. he knows he can be harsh, but surely it wasn’t to that extent, right? it’s not like he wants you to be buddy-buddy with them, but he has to admit he wants to see that sadness leave your eyes when you look at them.

➳ mammon scratches his head. that was the second time today you’d done that. the two of you were just having a nice conversation and then you’d suddenly shut down, eyes going a million miles away. you’re a strange one, that’s for sure. and the way you kept your distance from them was just plain hurtful. mammon was once a great angel and you won’t even talk to him half of the time! even despite all of his gracious attempts to try to get to know you better. all for your benefit, of course, no other reason.

➳ levi hesitates to approach you sometimes. not because he doesn’t like you, but because you don’t seem to like him very much. you jump when he talks to you, as if you’ve seen a ghost, and when you think no one’s looking, extend that to all of them as if you can’t quite believe what you’re seeing. at first, he’d kind of thought it was angel/demon prejudice, but as time goes on, it really doesn’t seem like that’s the case. and whenever someone tries to ask, you play dumb, an act that convinces no one, except for maybe diavolo. but he’s always been an odd guy too.

➳ satan can’t figure you out at all. you’re hardly scared by his outbursts, or at least hide it well, and you sometimes talk to him as if you guys speak comfortably all of the time. you also have his tastes figured out, recommending him books that are weirdly suited to him, but at the same time, you seem cautious towards him. like you’re trying not to get too close. but again, it doesn’t seem like it’s due to his anger. you’re often nicer to him then compared to when he’s more levelheaded, and it’s kind of nice but also confusing at the same time.

➳ asmo watches you move around them, suspicion rising in his bones. you’re just so attuned to him and his brithers–acting before they speak, sensing what they need before they do. it’s like you can predict their movements, and he’s not excluded from the treatment. you know his favorite brands even though he can’t remember telling you them, cook his eggs just to his liking, and even understand his complex closet organizational system without him having to explain it. yet you pretend you don’t, asking questions he’s sure you already know the answer to, and it just rubs him the wrong way, there’s something off about you.

➳ beel thinks you’re pretty nice. you understand the pull of their sins without passing judgment, help them out when needed, but you maintain a coolness, a distance he can’t quite bridge despite his efforts. and sometimes, you’ve got this look of grief in your eyes that makes him wonder if you’ve lost someone too, but you never open up about it, dancing around your past with the help of solomon. he wants to get to know you better, connect with you, but sometimes, that seems like the last thing you want.

➳ belphie wants to hate you, he really does. how is he supposed to accept this random demon in their house, all up in their business, just because stupid diavolo commanded it? ridiculous. but you grow on him over time and he finds himself wanting to get to know you better despite his best efforts, something you don’t seem to want, except for every now and again when you’re strangely soft with him. he doesn’t get it and definitely doesn’t get you; what kind of demon is so nice anyway?

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dinaaaaee · 1 year

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Firsts with him: Beelzebub

-Beelzebub x gender neutral reader.

-I love him sm, I hope I did him some justice since the obey me devs don't. smh :/ May be a bit ooc.

-I couldn't take myself seriously writing suggestive LMAO sorry if its bad...

-Warnings: Reader feeling distressed because of school at the start, brief mentions of rudeness (eg. gossiping) at the beginning - not detailed on what. Reader is called pretty. Mention of food. Suggestive. (not explicit)

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🧡 Holding hands with him for the first time.

It had been another stressful day. Schoolwork was piling up, and exams were just around the corner… exams seemed to be every other fortnight. The brothers' were restless, The bickering worsened. Everything was becoming too much. So you took off. Took off to find some peace and quiet for the time being. Walking out without being noticed by one of the brothers, or so you thought you hadn't been noticed.

Beelzebub, the one you adore, had been keeping a close eye on you recently. Seeing how stressed you were, he did everything he could to help you, even if it meant scaring one of his brothers who became too rowdy. (Yes, even Lucifer and even Belphie.) So when he saw you leave, he quickly follows you. To make sure your safe but more importantly to make sure your okay.

You hadn't realized the muscular and gentle demon had been following you until he softly calls your name.

"Mc." he murmurs.

You'd gone to your secret hideout, the hideout you found when you were new to the devildom and when everything was more harsher then. Trying to get away from the hungry stares of low rank demons, the cruel words spoken by demon nobles, the rumors and gossip that has been circling about you… You had never told anyone about this spot, but since Beel followed you, you wouldn't mind if he knew about it; it could be your little secret.

"Beel?" You sniff out, confused as to why he's here; his presence, however, is not unwelcomed.

He walks over to you, observing your saddened state. He hates it when his loved ones are upset. He sits next to you, legs crossed, not facing you, just sitting there. Trying to offer some comfort in his own way, since hes not really good with words. After a few quiet moments wherein you stay quiet, he decides to risk it, taking your hand in his. His large, surprisingly warm hand. He gives your hand a squeeze and when you squeeze back, he smiles to himself.

Despite the situation, this is the first time your holding his hand, your glad its his hand holding yours.

"Mc... I might not be good with words, but I'm here for you, I don't like seeing my family upset. Especially you." He hums, now rubbing his thumb on your palmar.

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🧡 When you hug him for the first time

He envelopes you like a teddy bear. A teddy bear that's so so touch starved and when you suggest to hug him for the first time, he nods. Hes more then happy to do anything you want him to do, but he doesn't know that he needs this hug just as much as you do. When you pull back, he pulls forward. He can't help it, your so warm, your a puzzle piece that connects with his piece, so perfectly.

He sheepishly apologizes when he finally pulls back. Rubbing the back of his neck with his palm, boyishly grinning.

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🧡 When you both kiss for the first time.

The long-awaited kiss is setting off fireworks in your heads. The one thing you both craved. It began with a soft kiss, the kind that seals a promise. Your lips on his and his lips on yours, speaking words you don't understand but can feel. His breath smelled like mint chocolate ice cream, which he was eating. The more kisses you gave him, the more he wanted; the passion was palpable. The taste of you he needed. You both pulled back, giggling at the kiss, he swears he fell in love again. Blushing, he pulls you in for more sweet pecks.

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🧡 After hours, with him. ;)

Lips on lips, kiss after kiss. Hands searching and exploring one another. You couldn't seem to get enough of him. He looked at you with such adoring, but eager, eyes. You couldn't help but gasp when he took off his shirt, his six packs glistened in the dim orange light, and his side arm tattoo added to his allure.

"You're so pretty like this…" He rasps his voice, voice full of desire. His hands roaming around your body, as he checks you out. He's lost in his own haze. Embarrassed, you try to cover your body, your expression only revealing how you feel.

"Don't try to hide from me." He whispers as he begins to kiss your bare neck and face softly, slowly.

"I want you, Beel..."

"I know you do." He smirks against your neck, playfully biting your neck. "I want you too." He says as he looks you in the eye. You could see how hungry he is, hungry for you.

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malleusfucker · 2 years

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Beelzebub Kinks and HCs

warnings: smut/nsfw, mentions of breeding kink/belly bulge, size kink, food kink, oral sex, threesome w/ belphie, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

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definitely gonna write about my obey me favs now that i’ve done this (diavolo, belphie, simeon and solomon i’m looking at you 👁👁)

BREEDING KINK BREEDING KINK

this one is self explanatory so lemme just get this one out of the way 😐 beel’s breeding kink 100% stems from pure intentions, this man just wants a family really bad. he just thrives in the thought of you carrying his children and wants nothing else but to pamper and take care of you whilst doing so.

however, those “pure intentions” start to wane every time he’s inside you, he never realised and thought about it in the beginning, but the first time he saw you completely filled with his cum - his mind was racing to say the least and swore he never got so hard until he saw the outline of his cock in your stomach

he was a changed man after that and ever since, his mind has just been clouded with thoughts of you being filled with his semen, resulting in you having his children

food kink 😟

bet no one saw this coming. this goes without saying that he absolutely loves seeing you covered in shit like whipped cream, honey - fuck it, any sort of sweet stuff that he can lick off you. and best believe he says shit like “there's still some stuff on you that i haven’t licked off!” just so he has an excuse to lick you more 👍

man just loves food and being intimate with you and if it means that he can combine both, hey, he’ll take it. he loves to just nibble on you softly, licking everywhere until he’s certain that no part of your body has gone untouched.

but beware, because beel is literally called “the avatar of gluttony” don’t think that he’s going to be any different with you; if anything, he’s gonna be worse

light licking and nibbling will turn to biting and soon enough, you’re going to be completely covered in hickeys and bruises just from how “hungry” he is and stopping him will be more than difficult - (we’ve all seen the man when he’s hungry 😟😟😟)

absolute GOD when it comes to oral

this is not an exaggeration when i say beel would literally be in between your legs for days on end if you didn’t tell him to stop. his love for giving oral is definitely rooted in his food kink, all this man wants to do is taste you on his tongue and bare in mind, this is a literal fucking demon we’re talking about and a BIG ONE, so his tongue is inhumanly long. therefore you will be crying and screaming just from how good he is at giving oral. beel actually enjoys oral sex more than anything else just from how satisfying it is on both ends - not only are you the one being pleasured (big emphasis on “pleasured”) but he cannot get enough of how you taste and the way you moan in response and shower him in praise only fuels him even more. beel would get in between your legs any chance he gets so if you smell or look a certain way he’s gonna be in your pants immediately

wants to be gentle with you but ends up being very rough

beel is the definition of a gentle giant (kinda). because he’s so big, in literally every sense, he tends to start off being very gentle with you. stroking your face with his thumb, asking you every second if you’re okay or comfortable but sigh… once he gets in the zone, yeah you’re fucking dead.

very aggressive but not in the sense that he’s rude or purposely tries to hurt you, he just gets so excited and loves you so much that he can’t hold back. he will fucking destroy your insides and then afterwards realises what he’s done and will just be like “oh. my. god. i am so sorry.” expect a lot of kisses and sweets as a form of an apology because he feels so bad :(

he’s very big on his policy of not hurting you during sex and so if he does, it is 100% by accident and he didn’t mean it. he believes sex and any form of intimacy with you should just be about feeling good with your partner so hurting you in any way is off the list for him.

generally vanilla but you wouldn't think it with the way he POUNDS YOU

i don’t imagine him having any intense or insane kinks but yeah, sex with him is NEVER boring and especially for you because he will put all his attention on YOU. and you only. he prioritises your pleasure above anything else and will definitely make sure you’re satisfied (which you most likely are) (you will be crying by the end of it)

but as said above, this man gets very excited. he just feels like a kid in candy shop when he’s with you and those feelings of eagerness he tries so desperately to hide will soon just aggressively spill out onto you - meaning that he starts off relatively slow, and whilst you may be in pain to start off with just because he’s THAT big, he wants to slowly ease his way into things. until that all completely disappears and next thing you know, he’s thrusting into you at a speed which makes your eyes go into the back of your head and will have your legs shaking for the entire week. it’s an extremely dangerous combination of being both a gym junkie and also gluttonous so once he gets started, it’s going to take a very long time for him to stop.

SIZE KINK

beel is big even on demon terms so seeing a little human like you definitely does things to him. it’s only fair that he would end up having some sort of kink relating to how big he is and how small you are. he’ll always have his hands on you, seeing how big they are compared to your body - seeing how small you are to him always makes him want to completely smother you until he’s just got his entire body wrapped around you.

praise kink - likes to be called “good boy” n all that shit *gags*

because of all the attention and love he gives you, he wants you to tell him how great he is at pleasing you. beel has a MASSIVE praise kink and never gets tired of hearing you compliment him on how well he’s doing.

he loves reassurance and just making sure he’s doing the right thing, especially with how insecure he is with his size and the possibility of hurting you so tell him he’s doing an amazing job and he’ll be like putty in your hands

very touchy-feely, doesn't like restraints

one thing beel really ISN’T into is being tied up, or vice versa, like at all. one of his favourite things to do during sex is to just be able to touch and feel you, it’s such a key act of intimacy for him and if he’s restrained somehow he won’t be happy about it. if you were to tie him up as an act of some sort of punishment, he may let it slide just so it would make you happy and that he could make it up to you but either way he feels pretty miserable when his hands are bound because he ADORES skin-to-skin contact and just feeling your warmth. everything down to hugging or even just holding hands, he wants it and CRAVES it. it might take a while but soon enough he’ll show a more vulnerable side to him which is needy and wants your touch 24/7.

doggy style/mating press ALL THE TIME

yeah come on, this man is a fucking animal in bed 😐 just cuz he looks sweet doesn’t mean he won’t literally destroy you from behind. this will always be his favourite position (along with the mating press) because there’s something just so primal and animalistic about it that makes him go wild. when you get in this position don’t expect him to be all sappy and sensual, he’s gonna go all out and straight up break your back (lovingly)

and his other go-to position is the mating press, as expected from someone who would supposedly have a breeding kink 🙄🙄 this man is just very greedy when it comes to this position, having your legs up over his shoulders as he ruthlessly just pounds you into the mattress. as previously mentioned, he gets excited and with this position he becomes just that - with it literally being called the “mating press” yeah he’s gonna go CRAZY.

will fuck you in the kitchen, doesn’t care if any of his brothers walk in on you

along with his two favourite positions, this is probably his favourite place to fuck you in. the kitchen is just his happy place, it’s his space with him being in it most of the time, so it ends up becoming common with him “accidentally” bending you over the counter-top and fucking you.

fortunately or unfortunately for you because the kitchen basically belongs to him, his mind instantly goes to food and will become HUNGRY. and seeing you there will only unleash a monster that will make him go even harder and faster (if that's possible). beel becomes absolutely shameless when he fucks you in the kitchen to the point where he ultimately couldn’t care less if one of his brothers ends up walking in on you two. he won’t stop nor try to hide you and whichever brother that ends up walking in will just be greeted by the sight of you getting literally obliterated over the counter.

he will share you with belphie and belphie ONLY.

on the topic of brothers, beel is pretty possessive over you… except if it ends up being belphie. being that belphie is his twin and that they’re the closest to each other, beel would definitely not mind sharing you with him from time to time. if anything, it makes beel really happy seeing you with belphie as he’s glad that you see what kind of person he is, and that they both really care about you ALOT. belphie is alot rougher with you, often being almost rude to you and very demanding which just makes beels touch even more soft when you compare the two. being with the twins is always exhilarating as you have a contrast between beel’s gentle attitude against a very sadistic belphie.

- also i have this headcanon that when they both get intimate with you at the same time they get INCREDIBLY horny - with their whole “telepathy” thing of feeling each others feelings - i would just like to imagine that if one of them gets horny, the other does the same. therefore them both feeling horny and fucking you will just create A MESS - them just panting and going crazy from what they’re feeling and not being able to stop fucking you until one of them is worn out (it’s usually belphie).

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