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imagineanime2022 · 3 months

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Demon Brothers W/ An S/O W/ CIPA

Lucifer X Reader, Mammon X Reader, Leviathan X Reader, Satan X Reader, Asmodeus X Reader, Beelzebub X Reader, Belphagor X Reader.

Requested: Anon

Request: Haiii:3

I have been reading your posts for some while and i really like how you write!!!

But anyway straight to the point, could you write the obey me brothers with a S/O who has CIPA?

if you dont know what that is its basically where a person cant feel pain, feel heat or cold, and cant sweat.

You can ignore this if you want, take your time. <3

Lucifer = Blue

Mammon = Italic (would not let me do yellow)

Levi = Orange

Satan = Green

Asmo = Pink

Beel = Red

Belphie = Purple

You = Bold

A/N: I had vaguely heard of this before this request and did some research into some of the other things that yo can suffer along side it, let me know if theirs anything that you would like me to change or isn't quite true.

Warnings: Talks of pain, broken bones, bruises, CIPA from the view of someone who has not seen or dealt with it.

Lucifer

📚 No word of a lie this man knew that there was something different about you the moment that you appeared in devildom but he couldn’t tell what it was just by looking at you. 📚 The first thing he picked up on was your choice in clothing. Why are you wearing a jumper in the midst of summer? It looks nice. Are you not hot? I don’t really feel hot. 📚 The second was you play fighting with Beel, even he has the oldest and most powerful of the brother found it hard to keep up with Beel but you a human seemed to be bouncing back from what seemed to be a good deal of Beel’s natural strength, you were covered in bruises when you came down the next morning but you weren’t at all concerned by them. 📚 The third and final one was when you were in the kitchen you had been talking to him and he watched as you put your hand down on the still hot stove that you had been using moments before but you didn’t tear your hand away instead continued talking. 📚 Lucifer had never shot forward so fast demanding to know what was wrong with you while he treated the first degree burn. 📚 Lucifer did some research and then set a schedule to make sure that you stayed healthy, you weren’t allowed anywhere on your own and when you did sustain an injury self assessment was not allowed, he’d be taking you to a professional if he couldn’t tell himself. 📚 He gave his brothers strict instructions on what they needed to be vigilant of when you were out with them and even sent the same instructions to purgatory hall and the castle (not that Solomon or Barbatos needed them, they definitely figured this out within weeks of meeting you). 📚 Lucifer will literally come out of nowhere with some kind of temperature device to make sure that you weren’t too hot or too cold, let’s hope that you never faint because you're too hot. 📚 I think he’d honestly be the most worried, he’s always thinking about you and wondering if you're okay, checking his phone constantly to make sure that you hadn’t hurt yourself somehow. 📚 You're in more danger here than you’ve ever been, you need someone looking out for you.

Mammon

💳 Mammon had no clue. 💳 Literally nothing different about you, versus any other human that he’s seen (not that he’s really seen any, let alone interacted with them). 💳 At first he just thought that you were super durable and that instantly had his mind running, he could make money off of the videos that he filmed of you. Yeah for a while you were the get rich quick scheme. 💳 Until one night that you stood up to Lucifer to protect him and Beel and actually got hurt, you had fallen awkwardly, everyone winced and somehow you stood completely normal. 💳 Unfortunately it doesn’t matter how much he sees you're probably going to have to tell him what is going on with you. 💳 Once he understands what’s going on with you he’s a lot more considerate. He always has an extra jumper if you don’t bring one or will offer to carry yours if he feels like you might be getting too hot. 💳 The occasional hyperactivity that comes with CIPA is welcomed with Mammon, he’s up for having pillow fights and running around the house, he’s made a child proof room for you both to play around in when you need it. 💳 He’s not as hands on as Lucifer is but he doesn’t actually leave you alone with anyone who isn’t his brothers, does not trust another soul with your health. 💳 I’m your protector remember? I’ll protect you from everything even if it is yourself.

Leviathan

🎮 It took Levi a little while to figure it out considering he spent most of his time in his bedroom away from everyone else. 🎮 However the more time that you spent together the more that he realised that you didn’t seem to feel pain. 🎮 He watched as you stubbed your toe, smacked your hand on the bathtub or walked into the sofa but the real teller was when you bit your lip until it bleed one day. 🎮 Stop that. What? Your lips are bleeding, doesn’t that hurt? Not really, I don’t really feel pain. What? 🎮 Levi started to watch you more carefully, when he saw you chewing at your lip, he’ll hand you something else to chew food or chewing gum or something, even had a fidget toy in case you start pulling at the skin on your fingers or around your nails. 🎮 His scales make him the perfect cuddle buddy when you get too warm. I think he runs a little cooler than most other demons so it helped to cool you down when you were running a bit hot. 🎮 Would literally have you wear a watch that tracks your body with the app connected to his and your DDD so that he could make sure that you were okay. 🎮 Since he does his lessons at home, you will get random text messages like: You're getting too hot, take that jumper off or why’s your heart rate up? What are you doing? 🎮 Someone has to make sure that you die, you Normie.

Satan

🐈 Satan absolutely knew that there was something different about you and it took him less than 24 hrs to guess what it was. 🐈 Satan has a lot of knowledge, including knowledge on humans, he reads a lot and that meant that he had read about a lot of different ailments that humans could have so had read about CIPA but he didn’t think that he’d ever meet a human that had the ailments. 🐈 He then proceeds to find out everything that he doesn’t know about it so that when something happens he knows what to do. 🐈 Honestly he’s usually not around when something happens to you, you’ll probably walk into his bedroom after the fact and he would see that you were injured. 🐈 What happened? What? Your arm is bruised. What happened? Oh… I don’t know. Can you please be more careful? 🐈 Will not treat you like a child, you have been dealing with this all your life, you don’t need someone babying you. He is well aware of your limits though and will check on you if he thinks it’s necessary. 🐈 He’s always checking in with you but it’ll be more subtle then the others, he’ll press a kiss to your forehead to gauge your temperature or offer you cold or hot drinks to try and make sure that you stay at an optimum temperature. 🐈 You are the only person that he worries about when it comes to his cats, they are usually fine but he knows that they could do damage when they are playing with you, so he watches carefully and makes sure that you only use the cat's toys that he has bought for you to use. 🐈 Literally hates it when you have a knife and fork, he watches you like a hawk and if there’s even a single sign of danger, he’ll cut the food himself, he would have you cutting off your own limbs for dinner. 🐈 Stop. Stop that. Stop, I’ll do it.

Asmodeus

💅 Asmodeus kinda knew but he never said anything, just treated you the same as he would anyone else. 💅 It would be an accident when he finds out that you even have an issue, he was complaining about sweat one day and you dropped the bomb. 💅I wish I just didn’t sweat. No you don’t. I know that it’s fundamental or whatever Satan said but- No you don’t wish that because then you start fainting because of overheating and have the threat of a seizure every time you have a fever. What? 💅 You literally made his brain stop working because it took him a full minute to realise that you were talking from experience. Has you explain everything to him. Literally everything, he needs to understand. 💅 Now we all know that Asmo isn’t going to be able to protect you from everything so instead, he looks after your body for you, spa night where he does a full inventory, he notes any marks, bruises or wounds on your body and makes sure that they are healing properly. 💅 He hates seeing you hurt so he has like safety gloves that he just makes you wear, he wanted a full bubble to make sure that nothing apart from him touched you ever again. 💅 Would ask the others for help keeping you safe, literally bribing the family (not that he needed to, they all wanted you safe after all) and they are going to take everything that he offered. 💅 Asmo is literally the parent that follows you around with plasters, bandages and cold compress packs for any eventuality. 💅 Oh my god are you okay!? Here, what do you need? We’ll need a long spa day after this.

Beelzebub

🍔 Beel treated you like you were a delicate flower anyway, there was nothing that was gentle enough for you and he had to make sure that everything you did was tested first. 🍔 You will have to tell him what is going on with you because let’s be honest he does a very good job of keeping you out of trouble but that means that when something bad happens it’s really bad. 🍔 I think it’s broken. Yeah probably. Doesn’t that hurt. It’s supposed to. But it doesn’t. Not for me. 🍔 It’s up to you to explain the good and bad points of your ailment because even if he did read about it he’s not going to understand it at all. 🍔 Now all I can think of with this man is that he just holds you above all danger, like you’ll be on his shoulders or he’ll hoist you over his shoulder when he feels like you’ll get hurt. 🍔 Beel will avoid situations that he think will cause you any harm, he’s not always going to notice the signs that something is wrong so he tries to just keep you away from it instead. 🍔 Always has a drink, fan or coat if he thinks that you need it. You’ll honestly wonder where he pulls it out from, it doesn't matter he’ll always have it. 🍔 Keeps you away from his very rowdy Fangol team, they’ll have you seriously injured in less than a few seconds, he eventually told them how delicate you were and the best of the team looked out for you like you were their own, even had you on the bench sometimes to keep you out of the crowd. 🍔 Will let you sit on him not matter what he’s doing, laying on the couch eating, he’ll have you sit on his chest. Working out, you can be the counterweight (you might actually need to hold a weight to make it a challenge though). 🍔 I’m not really good at learning about stuff, but I can keep you safe. I promise

Belphegor

💤 Belphie is probably the one who finds out the earliest in your relationship and that’s because of everything he tried to do to you before you got him back to the rest of the family. 💤 You could see that he struggling with it and when he apologised you literally waved him off. 💤 Don’t worry I can’t feel anything anyway. Huh? I couldn’t feel anything that you did before, if that helps… You know it didn’t hurt. Now I’m guilty and confused. 💤 You explained properly what you were talking about and surprisingly enough he did understand a great deal about it. 💤 When you were alone together he would find himself asking if you ever wished to change your ailment and how it actually felt to have it. 💤 He’s probably the only one besides Beel to ask you what you wanted him to do and how he could help, he’s lazy and he doesn’t often find himself in many harmful situations so he doesn’t have to worry about that. It’s more about regulating your body and making sure that you are keeping yourself healthy. 💤 He kept snacks and other things around so that if you needed something it was to hand, you still hurt yourself sometimes when reaching for something or walking to the bathroom but nothing too serious with him. 💤 Orders Beel to keep you safe and return you back to him at the end of each school day because he knows at some point he’s going to sneak off to find somewhere to sleep and you might not always want to do that. 💤 Belphie learns you tells for when something is wrong and can figure most things out based on your answers, steals things from his brothers if he needs to make sure that you are comfortable, and also wraps his tail around you to stop you from rolling out of bed. 💤 Don’t worry you can spend the rest of your life in bed with me, nothing can hurt you here.

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kurooblossom · 1 year

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8:53 pm + Beelzebub

♡ Pairing: Beelzebub x reader

♡ Warnings: fluff, gn!reader

♡ A/N: Not what I was originally planning to post today, but I still wanted to get something out so this is a little something while I try to finish my intended posts that will hopefully be coming out soon. 😊

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The human’s body collapsed against the tall wooden door, a loud sigh escaping their lips as it felt like the long day caught up to them all at once. Their eyes fell shut, seeking a brief reprieve from the harsh warm lights scattered throughout the Devildom. Their shoulders felt heavier than usual, their muscles tight, and their head felt like it might explode.

A long week it was. Each day was filled with their every waking moment occupied with classes, student council work, keeping the brothers from destroying their home or some other establishment, being dragged suddenly to some event they were never asked about, and more. The only time they had spent alone or doing absolutely nothing was when they were finally allowed to lay down late into the night, only to be woken up again by their alarm to do it all over again long before most in the House of Lamentation.

“I thought I heard you come in,” the fourth eldest brother said, catching their attention.

The human’s eyes begrudgingly opened, watching as the Avatar of Wrath stepped out of the living room and crossed the main entry hall to where they stood. A soft smile was on his lips, at least it was until he neared them and got a good glimpse at them.

“Are you alright?” Satan asked with a frown.

After hardly having time to take care of their own needs, the human looked rough. The whites of their eyes were bloodshot, the circles under their eyes were darkened, their skin pale and lifeless, their hair not well kept, the list went on. The human merely shook their head.

“Have you eaten yet?” The human once more shook their head and the demon frowned. “Go ahead and lay down. I’ll bring you some dinner.”

“Thank you,” Y/N thanked him.

The human pushed themselves off the cool wood and lazily wrapped an arm around the demon, silently thanking him once more, before they dragged themselves to their room.

Tiredly, the human pushed open their bedroom door and was greeted by the twins who were scattered in their room. Curled up with their pile of pillows on the floor was Belphegor, who slept peacefully on the hard and cold floor. Sat a few feet away was Beelzebub at the long metal table, D.D.D. in one hand, some snack in the other hand, with an assortment of snacks scattered in front of him.

“Hi?” The human greeted with confusion written across their face, shutting the door behind them.

“You’re back.” Beel smiled. “Finally!”

“Yeah?”

The human crossed the door, threw their bag onto the queen-sized bed, stepping over Belphegor as they did so. The demon not moving an inch even when their foot caught his shoulder.

“We were waiting on you,” Beel explained. “The three of us haven’t had any time together this week.”

The Avatar of Gluttony was correct. Normally, the three would spend some time together up in the attic, watching movies, snacking on whatever Beel had brought home, and generally chilling out together. The busy and chaotic week that Y/N had had, however, interrupted their usual routine. So there they were on a Friday night having yet to do their usual hangout session.

“We haven’t had we?” The human sighed, collapsing onto the bed. “I’m sorry.”

The human rolled onto their stomach, burying their face into the soft fabric of their comforter. Wordlessly, the Avatar of Gluttony stood from the table and crossed the room to where his brother and the human were. He nudged the human with his knee, signaling for them to move over as they were laying on the edge of the bed. Y/N huffed but rolled once more, making room for the demon.

Beelzebub laid down, propping himself slightly against the headboard, before patting his chest. Moving once more, this time much more happily, the human crawled into his arms. Y/N buried their head into the crook of his neck and wrapped their arms around his muscular torso. Beelzebub slipped his arms around them, a hand untucking their uniform shirt before sliding it underneath the fabric, gently running his nails up and down their back.

They lay there for a while, Belphegor’s soft snores and the white noise coming from the air conditioning being the only sounds heard throughout the room. Slowly, the human’s breaths began to even out as their lids fluttered shut, exhaustion taking hold of them.

“Get some rest,” Beel murmured against their temple before pressing his lips to the area.

The human sleepy hummed as their fingers curled into Beelzebub’s loose t-shirt fabric, legs intertwining with his, attempting to consume as much of his warmth as possible. Not too long after, the human’s soft snores joined the Avatar of Sloth’s, making Beelzebub smile.

“Good night,” Beel whispered to no one in particular, pressing one last kiss to the human’s temple before he closed his eyes.

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riicky-ye · 10 months

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How can Jim miss someone he never knew?

#good omens #good omens fanart #good omens season 2 #gos2 #good omens jim #good omens gabriel #good omens beelzebub #beelzebub good omens #beelzebub #ineffable bureaucracy #a whole comic about that one sec shot in the trailer #this is what old bureaucrats are doing to people

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otakusheep15 · 7 months

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Obey Me Flufftober Day 31

Prompt: Haunted House

Pairing: all (separate) x reader (gender neutral) (platonic Luke)

Word count: 3,321

A/n: You guys voted, and surprise 3 won, meaning I get to write about everyone in a haunted house! I still don't know how I managed to make it through yet another October, but I'm very proud of the work I've done this month. As a reminder, my inbox is almost always open if anyone wants to send in a request. My fandom list is on my pinned post, so if you have any suggestions, feel free to ask!

Lucifer

He is not scared in the slightest, and it's actually very funny to watch. Like, the scare actors try so hard to get him to jump, and it does not work at all.

Lucifer is definitely the type to critique the design of the house. He'll talk about how a decoration is inaccurate or a prop is out of place. Truly a menace indeed.

I feel like he would be so into grilling the details of the house that it would be easy to scare him in this moment. None of the scare actors get him, but if you or one of his brothers sneaks up on him, he will jump. Then he'll deny it ever happened of course.

His main priority is watching over you. If you're scared of haunted houses or if you're just jumpy in general, he'll hide you behind him and threaten any actors who try to scare you. If you're not scared, he still keeps a close eye on you as you run around with the others, though he's a little less protective since you can handle yourself.

None of the scare actors particularly like him because of how he is in the house, but at least he's not as chaotic as his brothers, so he gets a minute pass.

Mammon

Scared, horrified, running away from literally everything.

Poor Mammon would not last two second in a haunted house. He'd be so cocky beforehand, bragging about how brave and cool he is, and then immediately gets scared by a creaky door or something.

Scare actors love him because of how easily frightened he is. Mammon practically jumps ten feet in the air anytime someone jumpscares him.

However, Mammon does have quick reflexes, so he might accidentally punch an actor in the face and get banned for life, so make sure he avoids that.

Regardless of how brave you are in this situation, Mammon is clinging to you for dear life. If you're also a scardy-cat like him, then the two of you cower behind Lucifer the whole time to avoid the jumpscares. If you're braver than him, he'll pretend to be your knight in shining armor to impress you, immediately gets scared, and hides behind you for the rest of the night.

Once getting out, he'll deny ever being scared, but Levi got everything on tape, so no amount of denying will erase it.

Leviathan

You'd think he'd be scared, you you'd be so wrong. This kind of thing is like a paradise to Levi.

He loves all things horror, so haunted houses are definitely his jam. Yeah, he does get jumpscared easily, but that's all part of the fun to him. He loves it when the scare actors manage to get him, and he'll compliment them on how well they're doing before moving on.

If he's allowed to record, you best believe he is vlogging every last detail. Levi def has a Deviltube channel, and he will post the entire thing, including everyone else getting scared.

Levi will absolutely cling to your side the entire time. If you're scared by haunted houses, he might make fun of you a bit for being a normie, but he doesn't mean anything by it. This might actually be one of the few times you'll ever see confident Levi. He'll walk in front of you and tell you when he thinks a scare might come up, as he's pretty good at predicting those sorts of things. If you're also a lover of haunted houses, the two of you are having so much fun. You're so hyped up, running around and trying to find all of the hidden details and scare actors.

Levi's probably one of the best to go to a haunted house with, as he's one of the few who actually understands proper haunted house etiquette, plus he's one of the few who actually enjoys this kind of thing.

Satan

Do not, and I repeat, do not take him to a haunted house ever. It will end in disaster for everyone.

Satan hates being jumpscared. As much as he hates to admit it, he is surprisingly jumpy, so him and haunted houses do not mix. When he gets scared, he gets mad, and Satan mad is never good. He will go on an absolute tear and destroy the whole haunted house.

But, let's assume he wouldn't do such a thing. As long as he doesn't get scared, Satan is pretty good company for a haunted house. He likes exploring all of the different rooms and looking for any hidden details.

If you really wanna have fun, you should take him to a haunted escape room instead. That way, he can focus more on the puzzles and the problem solving and less on the scares.

Satan is also good company if you're afraid of haunted houses. He'll protect you from anything scary, and if he senses a scare is about to happen, he'll hide you so you don't have to see it. However, if you enjoy haunted houses, Satan is content to let you do your own thing while he stays a bit behind. If you're with a group, he prefers to stay in the back and hang out there, but if it's just the two of you, he'll walk behind you while you lead the charge.

Asmodeus

He has a love-hate relationship with haunted houses. On the one hand, Asmo hates being scared. He does not like scary movies, books, games, or any other work of horror. On the other hand, he can appreciate the time and effort put into haunted houses, especially when it comes to wardrobe and makeup. While it may not be his personal style, he loves all of the little details inthe scare actors' costumes and makeup, and will compliment them.

He's another one to vlog his haunted house experience if he's allowed to. Honestly, even if he weren't allowed, he probably would anyway, resulting in him getting kicked out. Playing the influencer card would not help him here.

Asmo does jump easily, but he is also good at recovering quickly in order to save face, so even if he is scared, you barely notice before he's back to his usual self.

If you're jumpy like him, the two of you will hide together. this is especially true when you're in a group because you will be hiding in the middle like a protective shield. If you like haunted houses, Asmo will ramp up the drama and make you into his knight and shining armor. He'll pretend to faint so that you'll catch him, he'll cling to your arm, etc. etc. It's actually quite cute as long as it's something you enjoy as well.

Beelzebub

He's actually a lot of fun in a haunted house. I imagine that a lot of the scare actors would actually be afraid of him considering how intimidated he looks and how he keeps commenting about how edible some of the scenery looks.

Beel is kinda bored since he's hard to scare, but he still enjoys walking around. As long as he has something to snack on, he's good with being in a haunted house for a bit.

If you're going with a group, Beel will kinda become the leader by default since he's big enough to be a shield for some of the jumpers like Mammon and Asmo. If it's just the two of you, he'll stick by you and will hold your hand if you'd like him to.

If you're someone who is easily frightened, he'll protect you. You can stand behind him and cling to his shirt while he guides you through the house. Beel will most likely glare at actors who scare you, but he knows that it's their job, so he doesn't do much more than that.

Conversely, if you're someone who likes haunted houses, he's more than happy to let you lead the way. Watching you get all excited whenever a jumpscare happens makes him smile, and he loves seeing you so happy.

Belphegor

This demon thrives in haunted houses. They are actually his natural habitat, but you didn't hear that from me.

Belphie is also an absolute menace. Scare actors hate him because he makes it his mission to scare them first. He's been kicked out of several haunted houses because of this, but he just keeps going back anyways.

When he's with a group, he'll usually stick towards the back, or he'll have someone carry him so that he can sleep. When he's just with you, he'll either drag along behind you if he's tired, or lead you if he's more awake and interested.

If you're not fond of haunted houses or if you're more jumpy, he'll stay in front of you, but not much more than that. He still laughs when you get scared, but he'll hold your hand for the rest of the way and comfort you when you get outside. He'd apologize for laughing, but he'd do it again the next time anyways. Not out of malice though; that's just how he is.

If you're a fan of haunted houses, you and Belphie have a blast. Just makes sure you keep him from getting kicked out again. You two run around and explore and have the best time. Like Satan, he'd also enjoy a haunted house themed escape room. The three of you hanging out and doing an escape room is the idea hangout.

Diavolo

Absolutely obsessed with haunted houses. Like, this man is having the most fun you've ever seen. He's like a child experiencing his first haunted house, and it's adorable. It's also most likely accurate, as he doesn't get out much and probably hasn't actually experienced one before.

Dia is a major extravert, so he's very good when in a group. He's not very jumpy, and actually laughs when the actors try to scare him, so he's good for leading the charge and protecting everyone else. If it's just the two of you, Diavolo will make sure you're having the most fun you possibly can.

If you dislike haunted houses, Diavolo will make sure you're safe at all times. He'll hide you behind him and keep you away from all possible jumpscares. It's nice to see him so protective, but it's also intimidating to the scare actors, as the last thing they want is to accidentally upset this man or his partner.

If you like haunted houses, then he'll be so excited. He's dragging you around to any and all haunted houses he can find and he's having the time of his life with you. Watching you have fun is also fun for him.

Barbatos

Chaos. Absolute chaos. One scare actor tries to jumpscare him and suddenly they can no longer be found. he denies everything of course, but you know.

Barbatos hates being scared. Can he sense a scare coming from a mile away? Yes. Does he still somehow get scared anyway? Also yes. He actually hates haunted houses, but he'll never let anyone know. He's super good at hiding it, and by hiding it, I mean hiding the bodies of the scare actors he accidentally kills when they scare him just a bit too much.

If you don't like haunted houses, then that's perfect for him. Instead, he'll gladly stand outside with you while your group goes inside. He's definitely the themepark mom who stands outside of all the attractions and holds the bags for everyone, and that's especially true here. please stand outside with him and keep him company. He's actually very embarrassed about it, even if he won't show it.

If you want to go into the haunted house, he'll begrudgingly agree as well. He stays quiet, and you'll never know how scared he is. Like I said, he's great at keeping his fear hidden, and he's also good at predicting jumpscares, but it's one thing to predict a scare and another to be prepared for it.

Please show him some mercy and just let him stay outside. He needs a break, plus it would keep the poor scare actors alive as well, so it's a win-win for everyone.

Simeon

The confused but happy-to-be-there grandpa. He's having a good time, but he doesn't really understand the point of a haunted house. When he gets scared, he jumps then laughs it off and talks about how good the actor got him, and it's actually very cute.

Haunted houses aren't much his scene, but he doesn't mind them. Simeon isn't very jumpy, but he does get scared on occasion if it's a particularly good one. He's also the type to pretend to be scared because he'd feel bad. It's the actor's job after all, so he wants them to succeed. It's actually very adorable.

If you dislike haunted houses, he understands and would gladly stand outside with you if you need. However, if you go in anyways, he'd let you hide behind him. Simeon is a bit chaotic, so he might try to scare you himself, but not too bad. Plus, he'd protect you from the actual scares, so it's not too bad.

If you enjoy haunted houses, Simeon is more than happy to stay behind you while you lead the way. He's not scared, but he'd much rather you take the brunt of the jumpscares so that he can simply enjoy his time with you.

Luke

He tries so hard to be brave, and it does not work at all. Luke would refuse to go in without Simeon with him, and he'd cling to him the entire time. He would also stay with you because he trusts you to keep him safe.

Please keep him away from the brothers. They will make it their mission to scare poor Luke, so keep an eye on them just in case. Also make sure Luke stays somewhere in the middle of the group so that he can avoid as many jumpscares as possible.

Like I said, Luke would try so hard to put on a brave face. He'd march in all tough-looking and would immediately get scared by the opening scare.

Ideally, he would just hang out outside with Barbatos and Simeon, but he'd go in for you. He wants to look tough for you if no one else because he looks up to you so much. This is especially true if you're scared as well, as he wants you to feel like he can protect you as your guardian angel.

However, if you're not scared, he will hide behind you. He tries to convince you he's not scared and that he's just protecting your back, but you both know the truth. Just take pity on him and hype him up so that he gains some confidence.

Solomon

Another menace. He's casting small spells here and there to create extra scares that never existed. He's out here scaring the scare actors because no one knows how that prop got there, meanwhile he's just goofing off. His main targets are Asmo and Barbs since they're his pactmates, but he's an equal opportunist menace, and he will go after anyone.

You're not safe either. You thought that because he loves you that you would be safe, but you're so wrong. He actively targets you more because he loves you. Nothing too major of course, but he is a prankster by nature, and this is no exception. He's out here scaring you more than the actors.

If you're genuinely scared, he won't add onto that too much. Maybe on little prank here and there, but just to make you laugh rather than to scare you.

However, if you enjoy being scared, he is not holding back. Solomon will go all out, and at this point, he's going to put the scare actors out of a job. It's silly, but please tell him to tone it down before he gets banned. Not that he'll care, but still.

Thirteen

Yet another menace. However, she's a nice menace. Thirteen is the type to force someone else to be at the front so that they get the brunt of the scares. She will also fight with Solomon the entire time, but that's how she usually is anyways.

Thirteen isn't jumpy at all, so none of the scares get her. However, she'll sometimes pretend to be scared because she thinks it's fun for her. She also likes to scare the actors back, so she's also one who'll get kicked out of haunted houses for messing with them.

She will bully Mammon for being scared and actively make sure he's even more scared with her own tricks. It's a little mean, but it is also very funny, and the video Levi gets is golden.

If you're easily scared, she will tone it down a bit for your sake. Unlike Solomon, she won't try to scare you at all, instead focusing more on making sure you're okay. If needed, she will stay outside with you, even if she really wants to go inside. She'd do anything to make you comfortable, even at the sacrifice of her own enjoyment.

However, if you're like her, you two will probably get arrested. She will drag you into so many pranks, and it's so much fun. Just make sure you stay away from Lucifer and Barbatos lest they punish you. Also, like I said, you might get arrested or kicked out, but she doesn't care.

Mephistopheles

Surprisingly not scared that much. He might jump a bit, but it's barely a reaction at all. He's actually so bland it's sad. Like, he doesn't get into chaos, but he also isn't jumpy. Mephisto kinda just exists within the group. The most he'll do is make fun of the ones who do get scared, which might end up in a fight, but that's it.

He wouldn't mind hanging out outside with Barbatos, but he'd prefer being inside to stay with Diavolo (simp).

If you were scared, he'd stay by you and let you hold his arm. He hides you when he senses a scare coming on, and if anyone bullies you, he will fight them. It's a sweet gesture, but the extra yelling doesn't help.

If you enjoy being in the house, he's fine letting you go off on your own. He'll look after you from afar, but he won't bother you too much so that you can have your own fun. He'd join you if you want him to, but if not, he'd rather hang back and just enjoy walking through the house.

Raphael

Stoic. Calm. Not scared at all. It's actually the scariest part of this adventure. Like, he shows zero emotion when in the haunted house. No one knows how, but they fear him greatly.

He'd probably prefer to be one of the ones to stay out of the house and hang out at the entrance, but if you want him to go, he will.

He tries his best to keep the group in line, but he fails miserably. It's just him, Lucifer, and Barbatos suffering in silence while the group causes chaos around them.

If you're afraid, he'd gladly stay outside with you. He'd hang out and wait for the group with you and that would make him so happy. However, if you did go in, Raphael is your best protector. He keeps you away from any and all jumpscares and will not let you out of his sight until it's over.

If you're not scared, he'd still go in with you, but he'd be less protective. He would be fine letting you go off and have fun, but he'd still keep an eye on you just to make sure you're staying out of trouble. If he senses you causing chaos, he will step in and tell you to calm down, but he still wants you to have fun, so he tries his best to be lenient.

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your-next-daydream · 1 year

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@libsterish

Hello! I accidentally posted the work before finishing it so I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Thank you for the compliment and I will do the best I can with this ask. I'd like to give a warning that I don't process emotions in a normal way so I usually 'mirror' or basically mimic other people. I'll try my best and if it seems a little off please let me know.

Though I do like this idea a lot so I'll be doing all 7 of the brothers also because I know someone is going to request all of them for this anyways. If anyone would like a part two with the dateables please let me know.

Did read over it for errors, my punctuation isn't the best though. If you see any errors please let me know.

Lucifer

He never usually intends to hurt anyone with his words or actions it usually just kind of happens. Once he gets going it's hard for him to stop.

Apologizing or admitting he's wrong does not happen often at all.

He'll show you that he's sorry by taking some of your chores, helping you with some school work, buying you an item he knows you've been looking for.

If you start crying he tones down his rant to a whisper quickly makes his point and then just kind of sits there in his chair awkwardly.

After a little while of silence while you are trying to control your sniffles and small sobs. He eventually stands up and holds his arms out for a hug.

He won't and kind of can't outright say sorry so this is the best he can do.

"I'll try my best to not be as harsh, I failed to take your feelings and stress about being here in the first place into consideration."

Now if he were to accidentally scare you somehow you would most probably be met with a laugh he attempts to hide with a cough.

"i-its not funny Lucifer!" You shouted after he had suddenly come around the corner you bumping into him.

"I know, I know I didn't mean to scare you." He said while a corner of his mouth was lifted up in amusement. "Come here it's alright nothing is going to hurt you right now." Pulling you into his arms he wrapped his jacket around you rocking you side to side. "Though I must say you look adorable while frightened."

You squeaked burying your face into the fabric of his shirt squeezing your arms tighter around his waist. "Shut up I am not-" you grumbled lightly shoving at him.

From then on you "accidentally" get startled by him way more often than before that altercation.

Whenever you are particularly blunt or snappy it takes him a second to process it, usually no one would dare say such things to him. "Oh is that so now, MC?" he would say in a sterner tone.

When your eyes started tearing up and you started muttering out apologies he...was confused and didn't know what to do.

Mammon

Mammon's better at hiding most of his emotions behind cockiness.

Whenever one of the brothers tries to intentionally scare you he's all over it, he'll start telling them off immediately. Lucifer was impressed when Mammon held his own against him.

That was until he caught Mammon trying to scare you himself so he scared Mammon as he was scaring you. "Heh, two pointer." He smirked before walking off.

You and Mammon stood there for a bit holding each other.

Both still standing there watching Lucifer walk off you whipped your head towards the avatar. "Wait were you trying to scare me!?"

He jumped back now realizing how close he was to you. "W-what! Of course not! Lucifer just tried to get me you saw! Of course I wasn't actually scared though I just didn't want ya to feel left out is all." He grumbled crossing his arms in front of himself.

When you cry he starts freaking out most of the time.

He'll sit with you and wait for you to calm down before asking you questions.

He had to ask his brothers what to do if you started really freaking out.

If he sells something of yours and you start sobbing over it he'll do his best to try and get it back.

If he can't get the item back he'll put it off as long as he can, but he'll end up asking Lucifer for help eventually.

He absolutely loves to try and embarrass you. Though most of the time he gets embarrassed himself and can accidentally end up hurting your feelings due to his personality type.

All in all he doesn't mean to hurt you and will profusely apologize by giving you small gifts or doing his best to not do it again.

Leviathan

You two must be cut from the same cloth at this rate.

You cry? He cries. You get embarrassed? He gets embarrassed. You get scared? He's right there with you.

You two actually end up accidentally scaring each other quite frequently.

He'll be coming around the corner not paying attention or something akin to that. Playing his game and bump right into you.

"M-MC!? I'm so sorry please forgive me I-I wasn't watching where I was going!" Pink tints the tips of his ears as he dips his head down in a apology.

"I-It's alright Levi you just startled me is all! I wasn't watching where I was going either!" You attempt to step past him but he tried going that way as well.

For the next three minutes you both were like that trying to step around the other too nervous to tell the other what to do.

Gently Levi grabbed both of your shoulders and spun you both around. "Wait I'm sorry I didn't ask I forgot! B-but we are both in the direction we need to go in now..." Trailing off he pulled his game back up to check his progress. "Would you like to come game with me if you aren't busy? O-or we could watch something?" Looking anywhere but at you he awaited your answer.

"I'd be happy to! Let's go!" You grabbed his hand leading him back towards his room. Realizing a few moments later that you had grabbed his hand...meaning you initiated hand holding. You looked back at him just to see him hiding his face behind his unoccupied hand.

Most of the brothers leave the room when you both are around each other and are embarrassed. You both stutter too much in their opinion.

Only ones who don't really get irritated are Beel and Belphie usually just falls asleep anyways.

Levi does love you, he could never say it but he does.

I feel like the only way he would say it at first is in Japanese and very rushed.

He did say it in Japanese once but he made the mistake of saying it around one of the brothers and they told you what it meant on the spot.

"Why'd you have to go and tell them what that means!?" He proceeded to yell his face aflame with red.

Your eyes widened and your face started to match Levi's as well.

If you start seriously crying over anything or have a panic attack he also starts panicking. He'll take a couple of breaths and ask you what you need and wait until you give him an answer.

He'll be shaky but he'll do anything in his power to help you.

Satan

At first he thinks you are like Asmo and you are being theatrical.

Once he realizes that you aren't he feels a little bad.

He'll stop spooking you like he used to or as much as he can.

It can't be helped they are all demons, it's going to happen eventually.

Tries his absolute best to keep his temper and irritation in check when around you.

He appreciates your bluntness in various situations. He also likes it when your personality ticks off Lucifer.

He'll step in and start an argument with Lucifer if his dear older brother decides to offend you in any way.

If you start crying from the fighting he'll cut the conversation short and gently steer you towards his room or the library.

Sometimes he doesn't understand how you can be so open and trusting, he'll lightly scold you for being so naive with demons.

"I just don't understand why you tell us certain things about yourself! I mean aren't you scared at all one of us could use that against you!" He scolded not particularly mad at you just confused.

You looked away from him a sheepish expression on your face. "I'm sorry, I know I'm too trustworthy I've been told that a lot." Taking a shakey breath you continued. "But I love you guys and I know you love me so I have hope you won't hurt me intentionally."

He looked at you tilting his head taking your words into consideration. Letting out a scoff he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well as glad as I am that you trust me so much, just be careful. Yeah?" Lowering his hand from his face he rested it on your cheek wiping away any tears that may have formed.

He doesn't think any less of you for your rampant emotions. He just feels you should take into consideration how much you let off.

He'll help you with that if you want. Offering himself as an example, giving you books, or just letting you talk and cry to him.

Won't hesitate to put someone in their place for hurting you.

Asmodeus

He doesn't mind it too much at all, he hangs around with a lot of different groups and people not much gets to him anymore.

Though when you get spooked or start blushing like crazy he'll definitely be relentless with his teasing.

He also is one who appreciates the bluntness to an extent of course, he still appreciates it nonetheless.

Will flirt with you as much as he can because he just loves seeing your face all heated! Will also get a bit handsy if you don't outright tell him you don't like being touched.

Though if you manage to tease him back in some way he'll be ecstatic by the return in energy.

If he gets scared at the same time as you he'll let out a sharp shriek and cling to you as you do the same to him.

He'll try and play it off like he was shielding you from the scary party, usually he ends up agreeing he was also startled.

He can be a little rude or critical sometimes. He doesn't mean to a lot of the time he just thinks people should know if they look bad or are in general just wrong.

If he were to accidentally offend you in any way to where you were brought to tears, he'd attempt to fix the situation.

"Oh jeez did that hurt your feelings? Well I am sorry but I do still think that outfit isn't entirely a good idea." He ponders for a second before squishing your cheeks. "Tell you what! We'll take that outfit and coordinate it a little better and then post pictures! Fashion advice from The Asmodeus is a very rare thing to receive my darling!"

You sniffled but rolled your eyes realizing that he just meant well and wasn't trying to hurt you intentionally. "Alright but you're doing all the work because you hurt my feelings!" You huffed standing from where you were seated on his bed.

He winked at you before speaking. "Does that mean I get to undress you as well?~"

You could practically feel the shade of pink that was spreading on your cheeks. "N-NO!" you shouted. "Now sh-shut up and do what you said you were going to do!"

He meant well he really did, he swears upon his own life. Well kind of his life is precious after all~ ;)

All in all he doesn't mind the high emotions very much. If you were to start spiraling he wouldn't be very good at comforting you but he will pamper the hell out of you.

Beelzebub

He doesn't mind all that much.

Seeing all the emotions that all of his brothers have and the fact that they sometimes come to him talk because he'll just listen. He's kind of used to it by now.

If you start crying or are generally upset he'll offer you a snack if he didn't eat it first.

And if you want to talk he'll let you do that too, sometimes he actually has some pretty good advice or solutions as well.

Out of all of the brothers I think he has the best hugs and the most comforting embrace.

He's calm down Satan from fits the rage, Levi from panic attacks, Mammon from anxiety, and so on and so forth.

To say the least he'd be pretty decent at calming someone down.

You had just finished being lectured by Lucifer and we're making your way back to your room. Shakey and tears starting to well up in your eyes you made it to your room sliding down to the floor beside the door. You weren't scared of Lucifer in those moments you simply didn't take well to being scolded, as if you were in your head about how worthless you are.

However on your way to your room you had failed to notice that you had passed by the Avatar of Gluttony himself. You didn't notice him but he definitely noticed you and how distraught you looked. He came to the door that led to your room and gently opened it up. "Hey MC, do you want to talk about it?"

You looked up from him where your head was resting on your knees. Shaking your head you held your hands out to him, silently asking for help up.

He leaned down instead picking you up fully, not reacting to your squeak of surprise much other than a small chuckle. "It's okay to feel bad sometimes, but it's better to not be alone." He said laying you down on your bed joining you soon after himself. Opening his arms he offered himself as an open invitation.

You buried your face in his chest wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. "Thank you Beel I appreciate this, I love you." You mumbled your sniffles starting to subside.

He hummed in acknowledgment putting one of his arms under his head and the other around you. "I love you too MC and I'll always be here when you need me."

In other words he handles it the best out of everyone.

The others might snap on you for your personality sometimes, but he won't. I really can't see him being bothered by how anyone acts. Unless it becomes a big problem to his brothers or disturbs his food times.

Like I know they're demons but this is Beel.

Belphegor

Just like Beel he could honestly care less, but he is a lot more of a brat than Beel.

If he can use your personality to irritate Lucifer in any way possible, he'll do it.

He likes making you jump from time to time.

He doesn't like to remind you of what he did though. Deep down he still feels guilty about that And he's a little irritated everyone just kind of threw it under the rug and forgot about it.

If you start freaking out about anything he'll sit with you and let you talk. He'll lay against you or lay his head in your lap, letting you play with his hair so you have something to focus on.

Don't blame him if he ends up falling asleep though.

Seriously come on he's the Avatar of sloth.

He notices all his brothers have a soft spot for you so he used that to his advantage.

He watched Mammon storm towards him yelling about missing bedding in his room. "MC said they were cold and they liked your stuff because it smells like you." Now that was a lie that they had asked for the stuff, other part easy true though so the lie cancels out in his opinion.

Mammon stopped in his tracks a bashful expression coming across his face. "O-oh really? Of course they'd want my stuff the most! Yeah that's fine just tell them to make sure I get it back soon or I'm stealing theirs!"

He snickered watching Mammon walk off settling back down on the couch. Laying on his back he looked up just to be met with your face. Jumping back up he shouted, "Hey give a man a warning before doing that!" Before laying right back down.

You rolled your eyes plopping down right near him. "oh yeah? What was that all about? Putting the blame on me?"

He shrugged pulling a blanket off the side of the couch on top of him tucking it in under his chin. "What can I say they like you and it makes my life easier."

You looked at him incredulously. "So you don't have a soft spot for me? Is all I am just a justifiable excuse for you to use?" You scoffed standing up to walk past him.

You felt a snatch on your sleeve before an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you down. "Now I never said that." He pulled the blanket over top of you as well tucking his head in the crook of your neck. "You're really important to me too...or whatever. You know what I mean!"

He's an ass but yes he does love you as well.

Chokes him up sometimes if you know what I'm saying.

He lets you steal his pillow for a couple of hours on very rare occasions. Other than that he'll give you one of his regular pillows, blankets, or articles of his upper wear.

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Anyways apologies that took so long to get out, moving has been a pain.

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beels-burger-babe · 2 years

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Love Without Words

*So I saw THIS TikTok with it's challenge to write a scene between two characters with no dialogue and an underlying emotion. I'm going to make this a challenge for you guys as well to let me know in the comments what the strongest emotion you got from the scene is! Let's have some fun! -B*

Beelzebub poked his head into the cold, dark bedroom — he couldn't help but smile as he made out your sleeping form, curled up peacefully underneath a mountain of covers.

Taking care to be as light on his feet as he could, he tiptoed across the floor to the closet. He silently slipped out of his clothes, wincing as he belt let out a loud clanking noise, and changed into the gym shirt that you had stolen from him a month ago.

A loud yawn escaped him, as he nearly tripped getting into his equally stolen sweatpants. His head whipped to the bed as a loud whine came from under covers. He remained frozen in a wide-eyed-stance as he watched you shift around before burrowing deeper under your blankets.

His heart pounded against his chest five times before he finally allowed himself to breath.

He couldn't help but stretch his arms as he finally approached the bed. The springs creaked angrily beneath his weight as he sat on the edge of the mattress and looked over at you. You weren't sleeping beauty. You didn't have perfect, flawless hair and skin, with a gentle expression and a slight smile on your lips despite your unconsciousness. No. Even in your sleep, there was a slight crease that lived between your brows that he loved to tease you with by running the tips of his fingers down when you were awake. Your head was tilted back at an awkward angle with your hair messily tossed around you in tangles that he knew he would have to help you detangle in the morning.

You were breathtaking. You were his. And he was yours. And that knowledge left him feeling so very full. He lifted the covers, biting back a giggle as you groaned and squirmed closer to the escaping warmth. He delicately took his place beside you as he fixed the blankets around himself — making sure not to steal them entirely from you. With one final glance to your sleeping form, he closed his eyes and began to let himself drift off. Only, it appeared that you weren't as asleep as he had thought. Your small, cold hand shot out from the blankets, grabbing tightly onto his wrist as you hauled his arm under yours and clutched his hand tightly against your chest, like your own personal teddy bear. Beel couldn't help but laugh as he nuzzled in closer to you, pulling you against his chest, before pressing a kiss to your forehead and breathing in your scent. He felt the tension bleed from his body simply from being surrounded by you. He closed his eyes once more and squeezed your hand. You squeezed his in return.

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hyunliq · 2 years

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Beelzebub x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

lil fluff fic for beel aka the best brother and the best character in obey me you cannot change my mind on that <3

shuffles could be heard from the blankets as you open your eyes to see the second youngest demon brother Beelzebub shuffling around in your blankets. "Beel, honey whats wrong?" you ask. Beel pops his head up from the blanket to look at you.

"Mmm, MC im hungry.." You smile as you see your boyfriend roll around in his spot holding his stomach. "Come on, lets go to the kitchen to get you something to eat," you say getting up looking over your shoulder to see Beel's eyes light up.

He pops up from bed and starts to follow you to the kitchen. As soon as you guys got to the kitchen Beel scurried over to the fridge opening it and mulling through to see if there was anything.

Soon you can see Beel pop his head out of the fridge holding 4 cheese burgers and a few comfort candies. You laugh seeing the boy scoffing all of that down in merely a second.

oml help im running out of ideas already-

#beelzebub x reader #obey me beelzebub #x reader #reader insert #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #one shot #x gn reader #x male reader #beelzebub x gender neutral reader #beelzebub x male mc #beelzebub x y/n #beelzebub fluff #hyunliq posts

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thedreadvampy · 10 months

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every so often I discover new things I'm unhappy with about the Sandman adaptation and each one is pettier than the last

what do you MEAN the word battle is between Dream and Lucifer? no it's NOT. it's between Dream and Choronzon who's acting on Beelzebub's behalf it's about the petty politics of Hell which is in large part what Lucifer finds so tiresome.

also why does Dream have human eyes give that bitch some contacts or Something

#red said #i need to block the sandman tag i just have such a hateon for this show #that i have not and will not watch #even for understandable adaptional decisions!#like it's a LOT of story and not all of it is intuitive and i understand the need to simplify it and pare down the cast #it's entirely fair to say whittle out the triumvirate which frankly doesn't play THAT much part in the story #but also if you're not introducing Choronzon and Beelzebub here it does require shifting a big chunk of the endgame story of Seasons of Mist #cause who. is he bargaining with from hell who has a grudge against him. if the person he's clashed with in hell is Lucifer #who's the one giving up the key and initiating the plot #see this is why. you shouldn't adapt the story you should leave it alone :(#it's a story that is DESIGNED for the language and reading style of comics!!!!!!!!!!!#the visuals don't work onscreen cause the imagery is about panel to panel juxtaposition!!!!!#the plot doesn't work onscreen because the comic is reliant on the reader's expectation that they're reading part of an established world #cause it's marketed to superhero comics fans! so it can make broad gestures towards how the world works and expect you to extrapolate!#but tv and film don't work like that! we expect to have things much more fully explained in screen media!#even now that extended universe screen media is popular it still isn't the norm #it's not the foundation of the narrative language of film and tv the way it is with comics #tv already has less space than comics to tell the same story because it's timebound in a way comics are #it can't montage through scenes as fast or make as many jumps shot to shot as comics cause that would be overwhelming and confusing #and then WITHIN that if you have to stop and explain who people are you HAVE to shrink the cast #TV stories just don't have space for the kinds of huge-cast complex-interwoven-plot storytelling that comics do #especially if they want to have ANY time at ALL for slower character moments #so you gotta cut stuff down #like yeah your average floppy is what. 32 pages including covers and ads?#and your average episode of TV is 30-60 minutes #but a) that script is probably not much longer than the finished comic #and b) it needs to be way more focused because as i say comics language let's you jump around #in a way that screen language doesn't #you can't do the two important lines from a conversation then move onto the next thing #it feels jarring and rushed in film

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youareinacomawakeup · 10 months

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I don’t care what you fuckers say. Good Omens 2 was the best thing I’ve seen in years and there needs to be a season 3.

#spoilers: good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #first off i know fuckers always say queerbaiting but there was zero queerbaiting #everything was set up and paid off beautifully #like if you're mad about the final conflict then you weren't paying attention during the whole job subplot #like what did you think that was there for but to show that aziraphale still had growing to do #that he had the capacity for growth but he wasn't THERE yet like crowley was #one's asleep and one's awake just like that last shot of nina and maggie #glorious parallel by the way #also the plot twist with gabriel and beelzebub was beautifully set up too #ANOTHER parallel by the way #like wow an angel and a demon falling in love #wonder what that represents #but i spent the whole damn show like 'WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THE FLIES. IS BEELZEBUB SPYING ON THEM?'#but no. much more betterer. that is a love fly.#and then like at the end #when aziraphale cut crowley off and spoke first i was like #'okay so they're not going to say it explicitly #but there's no fucking way to take nina and maggie's intervention besides crowley being in love #so I accept it as confirmed if questionably canon a la the kiss we both did and didn't see in yuri on ice'#'plausible deniability right'#but then NO #no crowley steered the conversation right back around and MADE IT HAPPEN #SUBVERT THAT TROPE #have him get cut off by absolutely heartbreaking news and SAY IT ANYWAY #EMOTIONAL MATURITY THY NAME IS CROWLEY #Aziraphale just needs to wake up #but yeah i was happy stimming the whole damn show #i kept needing to pause and step away because i was overwhelmed with how much i was enjoying myself #which was an experience i didn't have with the first season

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pumpkin-patch-cat · 9 months

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C R A V E

Beelzebub x GN reader one shot

(NSFWish. No severe warnings)

I wrote this for the heck of it 🤷🏾‍♀️.

(A/n - as usual, please pardon any grammar and punctuation mistakes. Thanks!)

How had you managed to let your mind wander so carelessly? And why were you still staring at them?

"Them" being Beelzebubs fingers; the ones currently wrapped tight around a Gigadeath burger. Squished against his mouth as if it were his last meal on earth.

The usual.

You were certain he had just asked you a question. Unfortunately, that question ended up lost in translation the moment he acquired the chunk of sustenance. And for the life of you, you couldn't remember what he had said.

Instead, a few minutes prior, your focus had reluctantly shifted to his thicker than normal appendages as they tapped impatiently on the table you two shared.

Beelzebub had invited you out to Hell's Kitchen for a bite to eat, which you happily accepted. He took the time to ask you, and yet your mind kept turning to mush each time a bit of grease from the acquired burger gushed from in between his fingers and over his knuckles.

'Those should be my juic- Where did that even come from!?'

Quickly, you shoved the merciless thoughts away, opting to focus on your own burger.

Compared to Beels hulking hands, your own hands were considerably small. You struggled to keep the contents of the sandwich from falling to its demise back onto the table while the demon across from you secured his portion with ease.

'Focus...focus'

"Hey, y/n? Are you good over there? Looks like you're having problems."

"Huh?"

"I said it looks like dinner is getting the best of you. You're dropping all the best parts."

With your attention finally preoccupied, you peered down at the messy mound of toppings starting to form beneath the burgers position. Damnit.

"Oh, shoot...I didn't even notice." You knitted your brows. Beel chuckled, wiped his hands on a napkin, and then reached for your sandwich.

"Wait, I'm still gonna eat that-"

"I know, but I want to help"

Beel did things usually without thinking much about it. So when he reached in front of you to open the top most bun of your burger, and skillfully place the toppings back in their rightful spots, you were certain your brain short circuited. The couple silver rings he wore on his middle and pinky fingers glinted in the light of the restaurant as he worked. Ever the perfectionist when it came to food preparation, and a firm believer in not wasting food, he made sure no toppings were left behind.

You watched closely as the burger seemed to take shape back into the work of art it was before. Now neatly nestled between two thick, large hands that held it toward you, you bit your lip.

"There, now eat up." He beamed, proud of his handy work.

You blinked, mystified, after finally catching up with Beelzebubs actions. He'd hold it for you while you ate. A simple gesture to him, but something on an entirely different level of intimacy for you. You swallowed hard.

"Are...are you sure? I can honestly do it myself."

"Don't worry about it. I'd feel bad if we came all this way just for you to spend the entire time fighting with your food. So, take a bite...before I do." The demon chuckled, urging the sandwich closer, but you knew he was serious.

With a nod, you leaned up and forward. The grease from your burger had begun to drip against his fingers now, slowly decending over his knuckles and leaving a shimmering trail against his skin.

Only a few inches more and you'd over come this moment and you would be satisfied, with embarrassments avoided, right?

That certainly would be the case if the sound of your heartbeat hadn't drowned out the sound of your name being called softly moments later.

Without realizing it, your eyes had closed the moment you took a bite. Your mouth moved on its own, coming in for a second bite simply for your lips to connect with his knuckles, your tongue lapping out to catch the excess grease.

"Y-y/n?"

Your breath ghosted over his skin gently after you swallowed, finally meeting the magenta and purple gaze of the demon across from you; suddenly aware of your mistake.

'Crap…'

"Beelzeboo, I'm sorry! I-"

"Was it good?"

He peered at you curiously, cutting you off; burger still in hand.

After a few seconds of the question buffering in your mind, you answered.

"It...it was, thanks"

The demon simply nodded before setting the burger down. Although not before ripping another smaller piece from the sandwich and holding it up before you.

The look on his face was perplexing. Curiosity mixed with...something else.

"Here...eat" the piece of food in his hand moved closer to you, however, it was moved away when you attempted to capture it with your own hand.

"Nah uh, I'll hold it...you eat."

You stared dumbfounded at the smaller offering, your eyes flickering back to his when he urged it closer.

"You look like you're hungry…" he tilted his head slightly, offering you a small, toothy smile to punctuate his gesture. "I'd be happy to help…"

You gulped with anticipation the closer his hand came. And when the bit of food passed your lips, you sighed, closing your eyes; basking in the flavor.

Beelzebub watched on gingerly, noting the moment the food slid down your throat. And while the food was gone, he kept his painted fingers pressed against your grease stained lips.

His eyes remained on your plump tiers, calculating his next move. But as though you could read his mind, your tongue simply laved out gently over one of his waiting fingertips; his index finger slowly disappearing into your mouth.

Thankfully, you two found a quieter spot toward the back of the restaurant. Mainly because Beelzebub's eating habits tended to unnerve customers.

The longer beel studied your face, the bolder you felt having the appendage pressed beyond your lips.

Never in your wildest dreams had you seen this coming, yet here you were, sucking shamelessly on the demons finger; twirling and curling your tongue around it in a dance a pure seduction.

"So good…" he murmured.

On the other side of the table, although stone faced, Beel sat enamored by your musings. Sucking the appendage a little harder pulled an almost guttural purr from the belly of the beast who seemed to just stroke his lips idly in thought. But in reality, Beel was wiping away the bits of drool threatening to dribble down his chin.

His hunger was growing at an exponential rate and not for food.

On the contrary, both meals had since been forgotten.

"Y/n..." his husky voice drifted across the table, pulling you from your task. When your eyes connected again, you were reminded instantly of the supernatural prowess the man across from you possesses. Although the room was lit well, his eyes shone bright, glowing magenta and purple; pulsing with primal need.

"I think…we should go."

It wasn't a suggestion, but a command uttered the moment his finger was reluctantly pulled from your mouth.

"Go where?" The sudden movement of the large demon pushing away from the table to stand quickly had you pressed back against your seat. With his hand now outstretched awaiting yours, he only grinned.

"Well, you still look hungry, and I'm all too willing to feed you exactly what you want"

#beelzebub #beelzeboo #beelzebub x reader #one shot #obey me #obey me!

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Excited for some Obey Me! content agh! I was wondering if you could you do an angsty hurt/comfort one of the demon brothers being exhausted, and MC is just trying their best to help them all? Thank u! -🍥

Coming right up anon! I tried both the dateable format as well as small one-shot below... might've gotten carried away tho oof... -Ghostiewvlf

SPOILER Warning: Super light spoilers of content thru chapter 30ish.

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REQUEST: Midterm Stress

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It was midterms season and everyone was stressed. Exams had been more difficult than ever before lately, even Satan was struggling in areas. Diavolo had pestered Lucifer to ensure everyone’s grades at The House of Lamentation would improve, which in turn not only added to Lucifer’s stress, but everyones of course.

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Lucifer:

When he’s not admonishing his brothers, he’s up in his room or private study either torturing himself at the desk with tasks, or pacing anxiously as he goes through the dozens of papers he’s balancing in his hands.

He’ll ignore all your attempts to get him to eat/take breaks or communicate in general, not on purpose though. He just doesn’t hear your words through the hurricane of stress.

He’ll look up from the papers at you with exhausted yet determined eyes and his brows will furrow in guilt when he realizes you’d been trying to get his attention.

His gaze will soften as he huffs out a stressed breath before making his way over to you, or beaconing you over if he’s at the desk. “I’m sorry, MC. What did you say?”

His hand will easily find its way to your back/hand/shoulders. Even when stressed, he wants to ensure you feel his affection. He knows he’s not the best at showing them. He also never wants to misplace his frustration on you.

He’ll try to not make it obvious that he’s still glancing over at his papers as you gently reprimand him for not resting.

If you do somehow convince him to take a break he’ll likely be huffy about it until you can steer his mind from whatever is stressing him. Usually by leading him to the bed for late-night cuddles (or other distracting activities) or leading him to the fireplace and putting on his favorite records.

Once you get him relaxed enough, his exhaustion will likely turn to shameful, gushy, affection, either with him smothering you with ‘thank you’s and kisses, or with him becoming a blushing mess if you gave him scratches/rubs/kisses in all the right spots.

A spot you found that always seems to work is at the base of his wings, where the feathers become more short and fuzzy. He’ll groan and relax instantly, the feathers ruffling as if you found a scratch he could never reach. Though effective as it is, you never act on this secret hack in front of anyone, due to the high mortality rate you’d expect.

After getting him to eat and rest a bit, he’ll always be hesitant to return. His caresses, kisses, and words will all seem to linger as he desperately tries to slow time. Eventually the panic of deadlines will drag him from the warmth of your affections and he’ll return to his desk.

On rare occasions, you can sometimes convince him into letting you help. Your grades after all- were fine- great even. And you’d been learning more and more of the language and could convince him that helping would only help you to study it better and see it used naturally within documents instead of textbooks.

“I know that you’re manipulating me into this… fortunately for you, you’ve always been smart- and you have some bits of sound logic in there…” He’d tease with a tired smile. Of course you’d tease him back about being too prideful to admit that he just wants you to keep him company.

“My love, have I not made it clear that I’ll happily admit that I never want you to leave my side?”

He’d act put off by it but you always seemed to catch the small upward curl in his lips as he gently pulls you to sit in his lap, piling a few (much more brief) documents in front of you.

You knew you couldn’t do enough to put a massive dent in his everlasting to-do list, but you noted that he always seemed much more content and less burnt out with you there

He’d trace his fingers innocently along your legs or arms, or lean his face into your hair as he scans through paragraphs of text. You swore that once you could even hear him humming softly, and if you could manage to at least alleviate some stress- you always would.

Mammon:

If he isn’t already trying to convince you to come shopping with him, (if he’s somehow gotten his hands on Lucifer’s card) then you’d find him either angrily tossing things around after getting lectured by his older brother- or on his bed, textbook in his lap while he scrolls through mindless content on his DDD.

If he’s angry and tossing things, he’d stop quickly after realizing you’d come to his room. He doesn’t ever want to scare you, or assume he’s upset with you… he could never bear that. If he’s avoiding studying though, you’re a much better distraction than his phone. He’d instantly shove it all away and replace it with you. “Aw, c’mere MC… are you here to save me?”

He’d lament to you about how unfair his situation is. If you agree, or sit by him and listen silently with that oh-so-adorable look on your face, he’ll quickly lose his train of thought and begin stuttering.

“W- would you quit lookin’ at me like that?!” “I can’t think when yer bein’ all sweet to me like this… and lookin’ all cute”

If you interject about how you know how capable and smart he is, and that he can do it if he really wants to, or that you’re proud of him, the stuttering will only grow worse. His face will twist to a look of surprise and awe before returning back to suspicious frustration.

“Wh- what? MC, c’mon… don’t fuck with me like that… did Beel put you up to this?” “I know it ain't true so what’s your game?”

He often doubts your feelings and compliments, no matter how many times you assure him. He’s only ever been told how stupid and unambitious he is for a simple ‘i’m not joking’ to work. So you usually amp it up a bit just to get the message across.

Leaning closer or moving entirely to sit in his lap and dotingly shower him in affection will usually do the trick. “You really mean all that? Yer not jokin’ around and filmin’ this as a prank?” He’ll mutter out as he leans into your touch, pulling you closer, though with a bit of reservation still.

If you continue to assure him of how you don’t view him at all the way his brothers do, he’ll often work up a little determination and ask if you’ll help him or if you could study together (after one last little break under the excuse of “Well I ain’t gonna be able to concentrate on anything else!” or more famously “I figured that’s what you’ve been wantin’... gettin’ all affectionate and sweet on me! I ain’t doin’ it cause I wanted to!!” all while turning red as a tomato.)

Upon getting all the distractions out of the way, he’d always be difficult about getting back to work. Most of the time you could incentivize him with promises of a small (budgeted) Akuzon browsing break, more affection, or even some playful teasing.

“No! I ain’t lettin’ the textbook writers trick me! I’m The Great Mammon!”

After he was through with his antics, you two would actually get quite a lot done. You’d quiz each other and even make little games of it all. He’d be buzzing with excitement with each turn, not for the content of course, but just feeding off the bubbly, fun vibes that you two seemed to always have.

Upon your first yawn though, he’d be back to getting you both off task for the night. He’d take the textbooks and toss them to the floor before pulling you to lie down beside him.

“I ain’t makin’ a move or anything- unless you want me to of course- you just seem tired. Ya can’t overwork yourself either, MC…”

You’d laugh at his typical sheepishness before shifting to lie on your stomach so you could freely dote on him a bit more reward him for getting so much done. It was once you took on a more serious tone, while thanking him for the help and for sticking out the study session, that he’d almost freeze up once again.

He’d stutter a bit before shaking his head and smiling. “Yer gonna be the death of me babe, you know that?”

Although using your serious tone while praising him got him to give more honest replies- it also typically activated that infamous greed, and- damn he was always greedy for more of you.

Levi:

Typically when he was stressed, it wasn’t you that found him- but rather his shouting and screaming from down the hall that found you.

You’d make your way over to his room, wincing at the volume but laughing at the slew of insults he’d be throwing around at whatever game he was playing.

After you two had beaten the newest game he’d gotten, you’d both come up with a new ‘secret passcode’ to enter each other's rooms. You waited for a pause in his yelling before your knuckles tapped out the tune of the title theme of the game against his door.

He’d answer and change his demeanor almost instantly, though you didn’t miss the flush on his cheeks upon seeing you and realizing what you must’ve heard.

“Ah! Uh, sorry MC… I- I just can’t beat this level.” “No, I know I should study but… but it's just so hard! Seducing humans isn’t as easy as you think!”

You’d laugh as he sulked back over to his desk, often pausing to think of the best way to tease him in the moment. Usually coming up behind him and wrapping your arms loosely around him and saying out-of-pocket flirtations as you snuggled into him worked- if he wasn’t too stressed or upset.

“Wh- I… I seduced you?! N-No I didn’t…” You could never help but laugh again as he’d tense up in your arms. “MC, how- how have I done that? I don’t even know what… what I did or said!” He’d spin around and look to you for clarification, maybe if he knew what allegedly worked on you, he could simply repeat that to pass the exam.

You’d pull up another chair and unpause his game, trying your luck at the level as he listened to you explain with a humorous amount of attention.

You’d explain that one-liners and smooth talking never really impressed you, but when you were with him- he’d always been your best friend first and partner second. That the way he enthused about your shared interests and about his own passions was what made you fall for him. If you ever were curious and didn’t know something, he was happy- no, delighted- to explain it to you.

It was by this point that he’d long forgotten the actual reason for the conversation and instead became a blushy, stuttering mess beside you when he attempted to speak.

You continued to explain that he should think of being a demon and seducing a human as a game. That being a demon and obtaining the human’s trust are his greatest passions, while trying to find a way to spin it so that the human wishes to share those passions. That it all could be played out in his mind by just "choosing the persuasion or charisma dialogue choices."

You couldn’t help but beam at him as excitement grew in his expression, distracting you and causing you to take a fatal blow from the boss in the game and lose. He chuckled a bit as the screen faded to black.

“MC, c’mon… are you really letting me distract you from your real objective here? I thought you came here to help me win this…”

Upon getting the words out without a single stutter and scooching closer to you the monitor, as well as seeing the enamored look on your face, he realized how right you’d been. “D-did that just… work?!” You’d tug firmly at his jacket, pulling him closer as you teased him again. “What do you mean ‘act like I’ve been here before, because I have’?! I was unaware!” He always laughed off his own embarrassment.

A few blushy kisses later, his mood will be entirely fixed, and both of you continue to flirt practice for the exam while taking turns on the game.

Satan:

You heard before that the best way to learn something is to teach it to someone else. With him being so similar to Lucifer, you figured this would be the best option to start with- stroking his ego.

He’d be in the library, fervently flipping through several different books scattered around him. It was always a wonder how he managed to keep things sorted in his head when his workspaces- and room- always seemed to look like the aftermath of a natural disaster.

He wouldn't initially notice you until you physically made your presence known, either by brushing the hair from his face or sitting calmly beside him.

He never liked when you’d immediately tried to fix his problems for him. Asking if he needed help or what he was studying only frazzled him more. So you sat quietly beside him, switching between watching videos of cats on your DDD to draw his attention (you secretly had a folder of them saved for instances just like this), and examining the texts he was going through.

Slowly you’d intrude more- bit by bit. You’d trace your fingers along his hand or arm, or lean in closer to him to read something from a book further from you until he opened up. You made sure to repress the urge to laugh and beam at him as he quietly muttered things to himself, his look of concentration was just too cute.

After a few minutes, he’d usually open up by offering a short snappy complaint about whatever it was that was bothering him. “Can you believe this? I’ve been here for hours and I still cannot find the origins of this potion ingredient. These curriculums are made for morons like Mammon to pass, why can I not find this?”

Typically, much like his brothers, his sin would be his undoing. He’d spend much of his time fuming about something when the answer was right in front of him, he was just tunnel visioning on the frustration and wrath and unable to see it.

Sometimes you could get away with offering a gentle nudge towards the answer, but if he was really worked up- you’d even gone as far as editing a Wiki article to contain it, just so he wouldn’t get more frustrated when you pointed it out, usually right where he’d spent hours searching.

You decided the former was the way to go in this situation as you groaned in agreement, stating you’d been stuck on the same exact thing and thought that he could help you. “See?! We’re the two best performing students, and we’re struggling! This question is absolutely ridiculous.”

You nodded and waited a moment before tugging him away from the books, nearly melting as he easily caved and moved his undivided attention to you instead. “A break doesn’t sound too bad… Perhaps I am a bit fried. I’m sorry I’m not of any help to you either…” He’d pull you closer to kiss you.

Once you got him to let it go for the night, he was easily ushered to his room. You relaxed in his bed as he watched the new cat videos you’d saved for him, contently telling you all about the breeds and their characteristics as you massaged out the knots in his shoulders from studying.

After he managed to calm down and eventually fall asleep, you took the book with the answer in it and left a post-it note on the page, explaining that you ‘thought it might be this’ but still didn't understand the reasoning why it was used in this potion. You curled back into bed with him, knowing that he’d grow wise to your feigned ignorance in the morning but he would still explain it to you. It was a good thing that the admonishing smirk he always made looked good on him.

Asmo:

Whenever he was overwhelmed, he made sure everyone in the HoL knew about it. The dramatics always went to an all time high. He would start by whining and sighing dramatically near you, hoping you’d take pity on him and make it all better.

Of course you always would. Seeing him in such a state not only upset you- but was also unsettling- he was always in a good mood, so seeing him upset (no matter how exaggerated it was) was cause for concern to you.

Sometimes you’d start off by questioning the validity of his dramatics, which either led to him upping the ante on them- or admitting it wasn't that bad, but you should still comfort him. Other times, you could tell he was really struggling, and you would give him an equal amount of coddling for the theatrics. This is what he adored most.

He’d let himself melt into your arms (without putting his whole weight into your grasp, you were still his precious little human after all) and he’d begin to tell the tale of his woes; how Lucifer was cruel to him and bruising his ego, how the professors were just jealous and used the grades to get back at him for his beauty, how he didn’t even need to know these things- not when he was so charming.

You’d play along with it, nodding in agreement and offering up complements in the pauses he took or brushing his hair from his eyes as he spoke. Your sweet words and gestures would have him swooning in seconds.

“MC, you’re the only one in this house that truly understands me… you and I are perfect for each other you know that?” You’d feel yourself blush as he’d shower you in compliments, his pupils practically turning into hearts as he gazed at you.

Eventually you could convince him that, although you thought he was perfect as is, some people were just blinded by his beauty, and needed to be convinced that his mind was equally as beautiful.

He’d ponder it for a moment before laughing and agreeing, of course he’d request help to improve this ‘mental beauty’ of his. You’d smile back, knowing exactly where this was headed and go to help him study.

Every so often as you helped him though, he’d obviously become distracted and suggest breaks. (None of these boys have an attention span, bless ‘em.) He’d trace his hand up your thigh or your side, gradually but quickly losing focus as you read the textbook aloud.

“MC, how can I be expected to focus when your lips move like that as you speak?” He’d question in a suggestive tone. He’d suggest that you give him incentives to keep him on track (with your consent of course-)

Although immune to his charm ability, you were a sucker for his cute pouty look, plus you did want to help him avoid further stress and lectures from Lucifer and Diavolo, so you’d agree to a few sultry breaks every now and again.

Once you both felt more confident with his understanding of the material, you’d usually give in to much more long lasting rewards, he was the avatar of lust, after all.

He’d always smother you with compliments and praise afterwards- rewards included or not- he adored how much you cared for him and the time you two spent together.

You did have to admit that his honeyed words were more than nice to hear, so any time that he needed help, you’d be ready to assist.

Beel:

You always enjoyed helping the avatar of glutton cheer up. You weren't the best in the kitchen, but in the human realm you’d done your fair share of baking. The pandemic had left you with lots of time, and that time was spent honing in obscure crafts you never thought to try.

After various hours spent watching cooking videos on Youtube and practicing with all that extra time on your hands, you could throw together some amazing desserts and pastries. Since moving into the HoL, he was always begging for you to make something for him.

You were usually alerted to his sour mood by a dreadful empty aura surrounding the kitchen as he stared into the empty fridge with contempt. You hated to imagine how hungry he must feel, but he did always look adorable when he pouted. You’d approach him and wrap yourself around his arm, knowingly asking what was wrong.

“So hungry…” he’d murmur softly, his words always seemed like they were exhausting to voice. You’d promptly pry for more- knowing he was only this hungry when he was upset- his own exaggerated version of stress eating.

Upon learning the real issue, you offered to make him his favorite batch of cookies if he’d promise to study while you baked. You’d swoon at his face liting up as he agreed.

As you mixed together the ingredients, you’d explain concepts for him and quiz him afterwards- being sure to always keep his hunger in mind by giving him samples periodically to placate him. The less hungry he was- the more he could think and understand concepts better.

He’d happily lick spoons and whisks you offered him and recite what you’d explained. You always made sure to quadruple the recipe, and always set aside some batter or dough before baking the cookies (he’d once reached in the oven and burned himself because eight minutes was just too long.)

After he’d devoured the dough, the cookies were usually done. You’d continue quizzing him by frosting the answers onto them as they cooled. If he got it correct you’d smile and hand it to him, hoping he’d remember them for the exam being that he’d seen it atop his favorite thing besides you of course.

He usually was solid on the lesson once the cookies were gone, and you always praised him for working so hard. Not that you thought it was out of the ordinary for him, but simply because you adored the flustered face he made when you did. His cheeks would heat and he’d look at his fumbling hands in his lap, quietly thanking you for your help.

You couldn't ever resist wrapping your arms around him and planting a kiss on his forehead or lips when he was seated in the kitchen all nervous like this, especially since it was one of the few times you could ever reach.

Once all the surgery warmth of the cookies settled in with the mental exhaustion of studying, he’d often very shyly ask you to stay in his room with him. Not only did you relieve him of his nightmares, but he loved having you to cuddle up with at night.

Although he and Belphie shared a room, usually his twin would have already escaped to the attic to get some sleep, having missed out on so many naps due to his brother and his brother’s stomach’s loud complaints all day. You felt bad for his loss of sleep, but were more than grateful to have the room to yourselves, allowing you to be as grossly adorable together as you wanted- with no groans of embarrassment from the other side of the room.

Belphie:

You could always tell when he was in distress. He always slept like a rock, a very cute rock, that was nice to snuggle up to, but when he got an earful from the eldest from bad test scores, he tossed and turned, muttering anxiously as he snoozed beside you. You would often nudge him softly to wake him, feeling bad but knowing the sleep wasn't restful. If he wasn't sleeping, you’d find him pacing in the planetarium, but he’d quickly agree to go hang out in bed once you suggested it.

He’d be grumpy for a few minutes, but eventually would come around, venting to you once you gave him some physical affection. Brushing his hair aside, showering him with dozens of soft kisses, scooching up to him to snuggle, and initiating some spicier affection, were among his favorites.

After helping to improve his mood, he was pretty easy to motivate into studying, he didn’t like arguing with you and he knew you always had his wishes for sleep and his best interests in mind. Regardless though, he’d always do as you asked- especially if he knew you’d be proud of him after- he loved the face you made when you were.

He’d only interrupt occasionally with yawns or requests to take ‘just a fifteen-minute' nap. Eventually, you suggested that he try out a modified version of the study method you learned during one of your more difficult semesters in your human realm school; to work for 45 minutes and take a 30-minute break. It gave him time to sleep but also ensured that he’d wake up and work again.

The method worked wonders for him, and he of course loved the built-in snuggled-up naps too. You couldn’t really complain, so long as he found it helpful- you were more than happy to cuddle up under his soft blankets and get some extra sleep. (Diavolo only knows you needed it with all these boys)

After making sure he was solid on all the concepts, you would both either reward yourselves with a nap and no alarm set again, or if for some reason he was feeling more well-rested, you’d go up to the attic or planetarium and talk, hangout, or reward yourselves for all the hard work.

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Ciel Asks About Your Place In Heaven

Demon Brothers X Reader

Word Count: 911

Requested: Anon

Request: I keep thinking about the obey me black butler crossover and like to imagine one day that Ciel asks Mc if they're worried that their souls won't go to heaven, and Mc who's been in a romantic relationship with at a minimum of 7 demons if not counting the prince of hell himself and his butler is just like “oh no, there's no chance I'm going to heaven”

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Since the altercation with Grelle the newcomers settled in well, your arrangement with the brothers was going well and everyone seemed to be respecting it. This morning you were with the twins, you were all curled up on Beel’s bed, Beel was lying behind you and Belphie had his head rested on your stomach as the rest of his body curled around the bottom half of your body. Of course Beel was the first to wake up, his stomach grumbling as he yawned, he ignored his stomach for a second to nuzzle into your neck, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You hungry Beel?” You asked as your eyes fluttered open, your hand starting to move through Belphie’s hair and you linked your other hand with his. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Beel said softly but he didn’t lift his head. “It’s my turn to make breakfast so we had to be up early anyway.” You said. “Shh, a few more minutes.” He mumbled. “I have to get up.” You said softly as you shuffled so that you could move from between them, you stood and stretched leaning down to press a kiss to Belphie’s forehead before Beel dragged you to the bathroom to get ready.

You walked into the kitchen to see that Sebastian like always had been up early only this time you were surprised to see Ciel was up to, sitting at the table in the kitchen while Sebastian worked “you're both up early.” You said as you walked over the fridge taking out everything needed to make “well you are Ciel.” “Hm.” He grunted as Satan walked into the kitchen, the first of the brothers to be ready, he walked over to you to grab what he would need to make his morning beverage. “What are you making?” “Pancakes.” You answered as you continued to gather the things that you needed. “Sounds good.” He mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your temple and headed towards the counter only leaving once his drink was made. Beel was next into the kitchen. “Smells good.” He mumbled as he leaned over your shoulder. “Hands out Beel.” You ordered as you tapped his hand away from the bowl of batter. “Aww.” He pouted, you pressed a kiss to his fingers “go sit down it’ll be ready soon.” you gave him a small amount of fruit to nibble on while he waited “where’s your brother?” “I carried him to the table.” Beel answered. “Perfect, well done, now go wait for the food okay?” You asked. “Okay.” He smiled before heading off to the dining room. “They all really listen to you.” Ciel noted and you looked at him and shrugged. “They can be disobedient when they want to.” You said as you looked in the direction of the dining room. “The most antagonist players haven’t arrived yet after all.” “You're talking about the second born?” Ciel asked. “Mammon can be a handful.” You nodded as you plated up the first finished pancake. “But he cares for his brothers and sometimes he’ll take the blame just so they don’t have to.” “There ya are!” Mammon stormed through the door as you finished talking, you raised an eyebrow. “You okay?” You asked. “Fine.” He answered as he walked over to look over your shoulder before taking a chocolate chip from the bowl next to the pancake batter, you narrowed your eyes at him as he giggled and dodged a hit as he made his way into the dining room. “He’s lucky he left before I could get a hold of him.” You smiled at the voice of the oldest brother. “Lucifer.” You greeted him as he walked across the kitchen “I’m almost done. I haven’t seen Asmo or Levi this morning though.” “I sent them directly to the dining room, I couldn’t have anyone else bothering you while you were cooking.” Lucifer informed you leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips “you’ll sit with me today.” “Alright, well go and wait patiently.” You teased, he made a noise in the back of his throat before disappearing into the dining room.

“Are you not worried that you’ll never make it to heaven?” Ciel finally asked as you walked into the kitchen to grab your drink, you smiled as you glanced back at the dining table where you could see Mammon arguing with Levi, Beel was piling food onto his plate as well as making sure that Belphie had a reasonable amount, Lucifer and Satan were putting a considerable amount of energy into pretending their brothers didn’t exists while they waited for you to come back and Asmo was filming some kind of video. “Oh I was never going to heaven to begin with.” You shrugged “but I don’t think I want to now.” “What do you mean?” Ciel asked. “These are the types of angels that I want to stand by, they were only cast down because they stood up for a human’s right to love their sister.” You explained “so as a human I would stand by them long before I walk through the gates of heaven.” “What do you mean you’d never get to heaven?” He asked. “Well as the descendant of the line that the celestials fought so long to snuff out I don’t think that God would just let me waltz back in.” You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter because if this is hell then I’m happy here.”

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A Tattoo Temptation

Beelzebub and Gabriel are hiding out in the Pacific Northwest living the van life. Learning to be an 'us' has some funny and angsty developments in this short one-shot. But the fly will save the day! Prompt: tattoos for the Jan 2024 Prompt a week challenge in Sendarya's Discord Discussion Group

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Beelzebub sat down at the bar while Gabriel looked around appreciatively, taking in the filagreed wooden ceiling tiles, comfortable sofas, and most importantly, the keg dispensers in the back under hand-carved and painted signs of the entertainingly-named drinks. Why did humans lavish such creativity and artwork on their intoxicating beverages?

“I thought I’d invite you to a little tasting this time,” smiles Beelzebub, resting their head on their fist and exposing a finely detailed tattoo of a fly.

Gabriel smiles back, exclaiming, “Is that new? Did you make that?” gently taking Beelzebub’s arm and rubbing a thumb over the soft skin of their inner wrist tracing the iridescent eyes of the fly.

Shivering pleasantly, Beelzebub shook their head, “Nah! That would take all the fun out of it, silly angel.”

“Fun?” replies Gabriel, looking more closely.

“Thousands of needle pokes into my skin. Fun,” replied Beelzebub.

“Oh, awhhh, ewwww” Gabriel tries not to show that he’s throwing up a little in his mouth, “Right. Fun.”

Beelzebub grins, knowing how much they’ve unsettled him, “I’ll invite you to watch my next one.”

“No, no. Some ‘fun’ is better on our own,” says Gabriel, looking a little more anxiously at the kegs now. “So, what’s the surprise?”

“I wanted to introduce you to kombucha!” says Beelzebub waving at the tasting room.

Gabriel turns his head and raises an eyebrow at the demon.

Who sighs and leans forward, “You know, the rotten tea the fly suggested we try.”

“Oh, right! Rotten tea,” replies Gabriel, perking up considerably. He’d quite liked sampling the soggy rotten bread ‘beer’ at the ‘brewery’.

“I got tired of having to stop and expel alcohol from my system. You know, I can alter my consciousness all by myself, thanks. But the rotted taste is interesting. So, the fly brought me here.”

“Kombucha isn’t intoxicating?” Gabriel asks, slightly disappointed. A little intoxication wasn’t so bad.

“Nah, not as such,” Beelzebub turned to the human behind the counter sporting loose hempen trousers, the ones that looked like a full skirt had been sewn together at the bottom with just foot holes left and a sleeveless hooded puffed vest. The ensemble showed off the human’s full sleeve tattoos of intricate intertwined flowers, bones, ferns, insects, and mushrooms and they’d topped it off with rose quartz ear gauges peeking out from a slouchy knit hat and a small gold nasal piercing. With the colorful humans in the Pacific Northwest, Gabriel and Beelzebub had found that they could hide out without attracting much notice. The non-humans were even more colorful.

“What would you like to taste?” the kombucha human asked.

“Let’s try the Ginger Zen, Peach Rose, Raspberry Reishi, Blackberry Herbalism, and Skullcap Hibiscus,” Beelzebub ordered for them, Gabriel loved it when they did that.

Gabriel gratefully looked on as familiar quarter pint glasses were filled from the kegs on the back wall and brought to the bar. Sniffing them, Gabriel certainly thought they smelled intoxicating, but more floral and fruity with a bit of vinegar. He tried each in turn while Beelzebub asked for a refill of the Skullcap Hibiscus and exclaimed on the intricacy and extent of the human’s tattoos, asking after the skin poking artist’s establishment.

With a half pint glass almost to their lips, Beelzebub looks over side-eyed at Gabriel, and smiles a small, wicked smile. Knocking back the last of the kombucha and setting the glass decisively on the wooden bar, they say, “Alright, you asked for it. I'll tempt you to it. Let's go,” now lavishing a full smile on Gabriel.

Looking perplexed and pointing all the fingers of one hand at himself, Gabriel shifts his shoulders, “Asked for what?”

Leaning intimately close to him, wispy hair brushing his cheek, Beelzebub whispers in his ear, “Your first tattoo. Done the human way. I can feel you wanting it.” The demon sits back, chin tucked in, a little smug shrug, looking at him coyly from under those never ending lashes.

Mouth opening and closing while his eyebrows look like the wooly bear caterpillars they've seen crossing the footpaths, Gabriel finally closes his mouth and looks to the side before whispering loudly back, “How did you know before I did?”

Laughing lightly, “Silly angel! It's my job,” and they chucked him gently under the chin and grabbed his hand.

Calling to the kombucha human, Beelzebub says, “I'll come back for a keg of the Skullcap Hibiscus tomorrow, Riley. Gotta take this angel for his first tattoo!”

“Oh! Congratulations!! You’ll be fine! Just keep breathing.” the kombucha human gushed as Beelzebub tugged Gabriel out the door.

Together they climbed into a tall, oversized van, the kind that would make most ‘Van-life’ Instagrammers salivate with the solar panels and the inverter battery, the japandi-styled interior, ultralight birch paneling, tiny full kitchen, and wet bath. As they pulled out of the parking lot, the vanity plates spelled ‘HELVEN’ while the fly rode on the bobble-head sasquatch on the dash.

“Uh, so how does this work?” Gabriel asks while Beelzebub drives.

Smirking at him, Beelzebub counters, “The temptation or the tattoo?”

Sucking his cheeks in and looking from side to side, perplexed, Gabriel tries to choose, “Both things. At the same time, maybe?”

“Dealer’s choice, huh? That’s a dangerous thing to give a demon, angel,” and laughs at his look of unease. “Temptation first then, on the way to the tattoo part.”

Beelzebub turns back into town, “I felt you wanting something and trying to hide it from yourself, talking yourself out of wanting it, putting it away from yourself. That sort of thing sings out to demons like me.”

“But why would tattoos be bad? So many humans love their tattoos! They’re proud of them,” points out Gabriel.

Beelzebub snorts, “I didn’t say tattoos were bad! A temptation isn’t just about bad stuff. Humans hide good, bad, and indifferent things from themselves all the time! The temptation is that I’m making you really look at all the enticing bits about whatever you try to hide from yourself. I felt you being really fascinated by my tattoo, the human’s tattoos, the idea of tattoos, and trying to hide that from yourself. So. Perfect thing to tempt you with.”

“Oh. Okay. So how do human tattoos work?” asks Gabriel.

Beelzebub pulls into a parking space outside a building covered with a huge, colorful mandala mural, ‘Mystik Ink’ worked into the art over the storefront. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll show you,” Beelzebub suggests.

Walking into Mystik Ink, Gabrielle smells a mix of incense, while there’s ‘music’ noise coming from speakers and a strange high pitch buzzing breaking through the other noise. There are many upholstered chairs with humans laying down or reclining while another holds a contraption attached to some hoses. Oh! The buzzing contraption is how the ink gets in the human’s skin! Weird.

“How come the humans don’t just manifest the tattoo they want?” Gabriel asks.

“They don’t have that kind of control over their corporations, so they do it this way,” explains Beelzebub.

“Oh. Okay. What are those?” Gabriel points at posters over much of the wallspace that are covered with all sorts of designs of various sizes.

“Those are some stock tattoo designs you can choose from. They’ve got the artist’s name up top, so you can see their style a bit. That collection of squares inside a square at the bottom let’s humans use a phone to look at more custom pieces,” explains Beelzebub, continuing to lead Gabriel to the front desk. “Do you see any that catch your fancy?”

“Nah. But that poster is the first of the group starting from the left. That represents the first word in a sentence, so that must be the best artist!” declares Gabriel.

Beelzebub looks at a poster that has collected roly poly depictions of the most sickeningly cute cartoon characters ever drawn. ‘I might be a demon,’ they think, ‘but even I have limits and I cannot look at one of those on his corporation for eternity!’

“No! I mean, no, the tattoo artists aren’t ranked.”

“Oh. Okay. I don’t pick the best tattoo artist and tell them to give me the best tattoo? I’m really confused. How did you choose a design?” asks Gabriel. The human behind the front desk has wisely decided that now is a great time to take their break. This couple has some things to talk about.

Beelzebub looks a little perplexed by the question, “I wanted a fly, because ‘Lord of the Flies,’ I like flies , Gabriel! What do you like?” Beelzebub was getting exasperated. This was an unexpectedly difficult temptation. Most temptees had more of a clue about what was tempting them.

“Oh. Okay. I pick something I ‘like’ and they,” he points at the tattoo artists, “put it on my skin with those buzzing needle things!”

“Yes!” Beelzebub says through gritted teeth, “Now what do you like, angel!”

“I like you,” he says immediately.

“Obviously, but I do not authorize my likeness on your corporation,” counters Beelzebub decisively.

“I liked my legion in the big battle you and I fought in together!” says Gabriel, “Ah, those were good times! Smiting! We really…oh,” Gabriel stopped talking. He had never been good at reading a room, but even he could detect the arctic blasts coming off Beelzebub. Their whole corporation seemed to have frozen, except for their glaring eyes.

“Smiting demons, like me?” Beelzebub looked at the ceiling, their eyes were unexpectedly watery. “You know what? You passed! Temptation averted! I’m just going to go. On a walk. I’ll be back…” but Beelzebub didn’t say when they’d be back, just turned on their heel and stalked out the door, into the light rain, past their van, and down the street into the small downtown.

Gabriel looked at the receding figure and felt strangely…bad. Feeling bad about things he said or did was a new experience for him, but one that he’d been experiencing distressingly frequently with Beelzebub. This being an ‘us’ was much harder than he’d expected. The tattoo human came back from their break and looked at Gabriel and the space where Beelzebub had been and over at the closest tattoo artist who had seen the whole thing and gave a little head shake that communicated, ‘No, dude, you don’t want to ask.’

“Sooo, welcome to Mystic Ink! Did you want to get a tattoo today?” the tattoo human asked Gabriel.

Gabriel stood, deep in thought for a moment, “Yes. But I need to consult with a friend first.”

Several hours later, Beelzebub walked back to Mystic Ink. The large windows displayed the inside of the shop like a jewel box, still with several clients inside, but no Gabriel. Beelzebub knew the angel was in their van. Beelzebub let their head fall to their chest while standing in front of the door to ‘Hellven’. The two of them had named the van after this little piece of Hell/Heaven that they were making together. Some days, like today, it just felt like they were making a mess of things. Why did entering the haven they’d made for themselves feel more intimidating than leading the Dark Council on a bad day? Beelzebub raised their head and put on a neutrally bored look and entered the van.

Gabriel, who was sitting at the tiny two person table reading the van owner’s manual, looked up with an unusually grave expression on his face. Standing quickly, he said, “I’m sorry! I said the wrong thing. Again. I hurt your feelings.”

Beelzebub hovered in the stairwell, looking even further up than usual at Gabriel, kinda reminding them of looking up at Gabriel leading the legions against them. Not good. Beelzebub stepped up into the space and Gabriel sat down, looking up at them.

“You did,” said Beelzebub, sighed, “But, not on purpose,” Gabriel opened his mouth, but Beelzebub held up a hand, “Can we just call truce? Please? I’m not ready to talk just now.”

“Oh. Okay.” Gabriel said quietly while Beelzebub folded themselves into the little seat across from him at the tiny table. He studied their face while the demon looked down and away.

Breathing in deeply, Beelzebub looked up into Gabriel’s eyes with an effort, turning their head and smiling that little smile they had, “So. Did you get your tattoo?”

“Yes! I got my first tattoo!” announced Gabriel.

“Really! You went through with it!?” Beelzebub was genuinely surprised, and now a little worried about what he’d picked out. “May I see?”

“Sure,” Gabriel pulled up the right sleeve of the hooded sweatshirt he was wearing. A shiny plastic bandage covered the inside of his forearm, protecting, but not obscuring the new tattoo along the middle:

🪰***EVERYDAY***💕

Towards his elbow by the ‘Y’ were simple entwined hearts and towards his wrist and the ‘E’, a small fly

“I got this to remember the first gift I ever received,” he points at the fly.

Gabriel then points at the word, “The first gift I ever gave someone, the song, ‘Everyday.’”

“And what that means to me,” he points at the entwined hearts and looks back into Beelzebub’s face.

“This tattoo reminds me that I am learning to be an ‘us’ with you everyday. So, I’ll make mistakes, which hurt. Kinda like the tattoo hurt! But I really, really want to get it right so I’ll stick it out and not try to run out of the shop after the first letter, even though I really, really wanted to,” he looks back up at Beelzebub.

Tracing the tattoo with one finger, Beelzebub asks, “That was truly, sickeningly, sweet and expressive. Did you come up with all that?”

Raising his chin as if to nod, then shaking his head Gabriel says, “I… did not!” Beelzebub smiles with their head to the side, “Except for the part about wanting to run out of the shop after the first letter, that was all me,” he held out a finger and the fly landed on it. Gabriel says to it, “Luckily, I had a friend to talk me through the tough parts. Thanks, buddy.”

Beelzebub held out their finger and the fly jumped over to it. Raising the fly to their eye level, Beelzebub says, “Yes, thank you, little friend.”

Looking back over at Gabriel, Beelzebub challenges, “Do you know what I’m tempted to do now?”

Gabriel studies Beelzebub thoughtfully, “You’re tempted to go to a music noise gathering? But, why would that be a temptation? We’ve been to those before.”

“This one’s music and dancing. It’s called a ballet,” shrugs Beelzebub.

“What about it are you not thinking about but secretly interested in?” asks Gabriel, curiously.

“We have to get dressed up. It’s supposed to be a refined, cultural experience,” replies Beelzebub.

“Oh. Okay. Can I tempt you to a ballet?” Gabriel asks. With a small miracle, he puts on a tailored suit.

“Sure,” says Beelzebub, miracling their own suit.

Gabriel smiles to himself, “Huh, that wasn’t so hard.”

Beelzebub blesses him with a true, genuine smile.

Sometimes being an ‘us’ is hard and sometimes it’s easier, but still takes some work, thinks Gabriel.

“Are you worried that anyone will notice our frivolous clothing miracles?” asks Beelzebub driving to the performance center.

“Nah. Not with Aziraphale as Supreme Archangel, he’s a sweetheart,” Gabriel replies.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Heaven…

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