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Shut shut up shut up mc still carries food around for beel like there isnt even an option against it im crying
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undeaddevildom · 2 years
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Demons probably get some things with humans confused with animals I think.
- Mammon freaking out at Beel sharing a snack with MC. Not because he wanted them apart, but because "BEEL NO HUMANS CANT EAT GRAPES", followed by a forceful full body squeeze Heimlich maneuver. (He was thinking of dogs.)
- It's MC and Belphies night to cook dinner. A particularly difficult to open lid results in MC gets salt all over themselves. Belphie, half asleep at the table JUMPS UP and frantically wipes the human off/shakes them so the salt goes flying everywhere. He grabs MC by the shoulders and observes their skin closely for any signs of burns/melting. There are tears in his eyes. (He was thinking of slugs.)
- Asmos closet is a mess. He's struggling to pair an outfit together with a somewhat limited color palette so that MC and Solomon could appreciate his beauty, even with their sad, pathetic, limited color perception :(
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bite-sized-devil · 1 year
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Consider this
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My sister asked me to go clubbing with her. ☠️
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luminari-mc · 11 months
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The Demon Brothers (New) (7)
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Asmodeus: I can't believe it!
Satan: What is this about?
Belphegor: Is the makeup kit you wanted out of stock again?
Asmodeus: Are you kidding! It's much worse than this!
Asmodeus: I'm living a nightmare and this is all because of Mammon!
Mammon: You better shut your trap about this Asmo!
Lucifer: What did you two bicker about this time?
Asmodeus: It's about MC!
Beelzebub: Is it about Mammon or about MC?
Mammon: Asmo I'm serious!
Asmodeus: I needed to go into the kitchen to grab some ingredients for a special hand cream I'm making, but Mammon and MC were preparing dinner in there.
Asmodeus: And just when I was about to say hi to my sweet precious MC, they turned to look at Mammon and said "Honey, can you pass me the salt?".
Asmodeus: MC never called me "Honey" before!! Giving that name to Mammon before me is like giving the most expensive lipstick to a sewer rat!
Mammon: You're dead! You're absolutely dead!!
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chubbymc · 1 year
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Heyyy. I wanted to request something:
Chubby (afab)MC headcanons with Beel and Diavolo(if you do him)(separately). Like, just them doing their relationshippy things. Like, nicknames, how they like to hold us, what they like the most, when they realized they were in love.
If that's OK with you....? Thank you even if you can't write it. Take care<3
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Realizing he’s in love:
When he first started catching feelings for you, he found him self craving for something other than food.
He didn’t realize what it was until one day he asked you why his stomach felt weird whenever her saw you.
“It feels all buzzy inside MC, like I swallowed some kind of bug! But it’s only whenever I’m near you… are you cursed?!”
You had almost choked, chubby cheeks burning red as you waved a hand in front of Beel’s face to stop him from talking.
Shyly, they began to explain what that feeling was, and as they went on Beel’s face grew as red as their own!! Finally realizing why he felt the way he did, he accepted that this thing he was craving was you and your love!!
Relationship:
From the start it was nothing but adorable, and everyone was jealous! The both of you loved spending time with each other and could hardly be separated.
If you weren’t with Beel then the world was ending! You and him were attached at the hip!
Because of Beel’s strength, he always held you close too! Literally!
Tired? He’ll pick up your plush body and carry you gently until you fell asleep in his arms. You always seem to be baffled when ever he does this. You weren’t the lightest person in the world, so it flustered you every time! This was Beel’s favorite way to hold you! The way you blushed slightly as he picked you up, and they way you relaxed into the crook of his neck, letting the tiredness of the day consume you. This was something he would never give up, even for food!
On the topic of food- he loves sharing with you!! Although he is an eating machine, he always made sure to save your favorites!
You’d blush every time he’d bring you a plate full of your faves, mostly because it’s such a sweet gesture coming from the demon of gluttony himself, but also because you were flustered by how much he’d stack on your plate.
He always encouraged you to eat your fill, and never feel ashamed.
You’d finish your meals with a comfortably full belly and a smile on your face as you watched him eat your leftovers, and when he was also satisfied, he’d take you back to his room to take an after meal nap!
Most naps you found Belphie joining in, not that you mind, but when it was just Beel and you, he’d spoon you into his chest and whisper how much he loved you, while gently prodding his fingers over the places he loved about you most!
He loved how your chubby body complimented his own built body, and how nicely you fit against him no matter what you were doing! Playing games with Levi and Belphie as you laid your head on his thigh, when he uses you as weight on his back while doing pushups, in the morning when you sit on his lap to eat breakfast from his plate, and just whenever/however he could get you close!
He loves how full you make him feel! Physically and in terms of love and joy!
Nicknames:
Beel likes nicknames! He was very fond of the nickname Beel, seeing as his brothers gave it to him because they had trouble pronouncing his full name, but also because it saved the hassle of food orders when they asked for a name.
Beel was favorite nickname and he especially loved it when you called him by it the most!
But when one day you wanted to try something different, a name just for you to use that was endearing and when he first heard you say it, he almost choked on his meal.
“Hey bubby, I think I’m full, do you want the rest-”
You didn’t think twice about the nickname, it had come so naturally, and the reaction that came out of Beel was probably the cutest thing ever!
“B-bubby?!” He said after taking a swig of whatever beverage was at hand. He shook his head and looked at you, cheeks as red as the wine Lucifer likes to swirl in his fancy cups. With a nod from you he turned his head and coughed, ears turning pink as he stuffed his mouth with another bite of food, “ I… I like that..”
Now, his name from you came purely from food, specifically a game, a human game that you wanted to show him one time when Luke shared a bunch of homemade marshmallows with you.
You were 13 marshmallows in the game of chubby bunny, you didn’t know how, but as you began to stuff the 14th in your mouth, Beel had already stuffed double the amount in his. Trying to contain your laughter in an attempt to say chubby bunny, your nose twitched and suddenly you spit them out in a laugh, seeing how ridiculous your boyfriend looked, marshmallows stacked up like cartoon teeth.
His heart beat so fast and his cheeks flared the brightest red as he whiteness you roll on floor in laughter, marshmallows everywhere and drool threatening to drip out your mouth as you wheezed in a sugar coated laugh.
After that, it’s safe to say he likes to call you his little chubby bunny, or for short, he’ll call you bun!
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💜Ahh I think I got a bit carried away with Beel >\\< sorry I couldn’t get to Diavolo!! But I hope you’re okay with just Beel!!! In the future I’ll try and divide my energy up between the boys!! 💜
I would love any feedback! I know my grammar isn’t the best in the world but I do hope you enjoyed!!
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sheep-luke · 6 months
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How Beelzebub Take Care Of MC
How Lucifer Take Care Of MC Here|How Mammon Take Care Of MC Here|How Leviathan Take Care Of MC Here|How Satan Take Care Of MC Here|How Asmodeus Take Care Of MC Here
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His eating buddy—
After Asmodeus took care of you, you need some real affection which is not like Asmo's. Kinda like family affection. Well, Beel is your guy!
You went to the twins room where you found... The one and only Beel, eating on his bed. Where is Belphie? Eh, this is about Beel. Not him.
"Beel, It's your turn to take care of me." You said in a tired voice, this is all Asmo's fault. It's his fault.
Beel raises an eyebrow before knowing what you said.
"Oh. MC. Wanna go to Hell's Kitchen with me?"
You better say yes, Beel is not that innocent as you thought he was. He have the power of the youngest like Belphie. Beware of that power.
Lil hungy boi loves to hug you, he just gonna make sure he doesn't squeeze you too much.
Showers you with his sunshine, love, affection etc.
Our little orange cinnamon roll... How much we love you.
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A/N: How Belphegor Take Care Of MC Coming Soon...
~SheepLuke
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writing-by-mimi · 2 years
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GN:MC! Un-sheeps Hc
Fandom: Obey Me!
Characters: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzelbub.
      Summary:   In the Obey Me! Manga, Mc is a cute little sheep. (For real, if you haven't seen it, look at it. The team that put it together made Mc cute as fuck.) So what would our lovely, most eligible, Devildom men think when part of the magic oppressing Mc finally fades, but still leaves them far from normal? Humans don't have a cute little fluffy tail and a perfect set of fluffy ears...
         Adult content. Read at your own risk. Not beta read. 
    💚Satan💚
• You and him had been reading in his room. As the hours grew later, you had fallen asleep, nestled to Satans side as he leisurely finished his book and listened to your small breaths.
• He'd never admit it, but when you slept, he would pet you. Your wool was soft thanks to Asmodeus. He was told you were human...but you were merely a very well off sentitent lamb in his mind. A decent enough personality, you cared for his family...and you were almost like an allowed pet.
• He would never tell you that outloud. He knew it was wrong. That you were supposedly human... but being small, furry and almost as cute as a kitten... You'd been here for years at this point. If you were going to change, it would have happened by now. Even in the human world, you still retained your current shape. A sheep.
• Checking his D.D.D. the time read 2:45 AM. Breakfast was in a few hours, then R.A.D.. He also wanted to stop and check on the strays staying at the park... sighing, put his book on the nightstand and stretched his legs. Looking over to his side, seeing you curled up, it was adorable.
• So, he decided to be lazy. He had done it before, his brothers would complain, but you also fell asleep in their rooms too, so no real punishments were a threat.
• Snuggling into his pillow, and scooting you closer to his side, he fell asleep stroking your wool.
• His phone going off, he reached for it and silenced it, never once opening his eyes. Fuck, he should have went to bed sooner. Careful in his movements, he went to sit up, making sure not to jostle you too much. You may have slept in his room before, but he still hadn't let you see him with bed head or anything short of proper. Mainly because you were too cute and he enjoyed petting your coat...but you also hung out with Mammon...so he really needn't worry himself with such things, right?
• Was he experiencing sleep paralysis in his arm? Looking over he saw the nape of a neck.
• What?
• Taking a second, guarded glance, he slowly eyes the figure in his arm pressed to his side. The body is faced away. Moving slowly he almost forgets how to breath.
• Pact marks.
• They trail down your spine...his sets with his brothers... you really were more than the realms smartest sentient sheep...
• And you were now naked next to him...
• Satan can feel his face catch fire, redder than Leviathan has ever been. It's been literally years since he has had another in his bed. Your body was beautiful... but it didn't hold a candle to your voice
• "Mmmm, Tantan is it time to get up already?" You rolled over, mind still so full of sleep you didn't even notice your situation, arm slowly snaking around his waist so close the his cock. Voice warm and full of sleep... Oh, your voice was made for him. You would sound so wonderful to listen to as you read outloud. He could watch those lips move for hours...
• Then he sees it. His downfall.
• Ears. You have soft fluffy lamb ears... he's always been a cat man...but fuck, if you aren't giving him a reason to become equally enthusiastic about lambs...
• You let out a content sigh, nuzzling into his chest, and it happens. The nail in the coffin. Not only does he see your ears lightly bounce as the sigh leaves your very kissable lips, he feels fur moving quickly across his wrist, which means two things. The first being you even had a tail. A cute fluffy tail that most likely matched your ears...and if that were the case, the fur on his wrist meant it was your ass in his hand, and it fit perfectly.
• He had fallen asleep in his clothes last night, which was both a blessing and a curse. His erection had popped through the hole in the front of his boxers and was twitching againt his zipper, but maybe you wouldn't notice...
• He wasn't sure what to do. He had some ideas...but those were mostly lead by his morning wood. An especially dirty piece of literature at the front of his mind as his eyes took in all of your form not pressed against him. He couldn't do it...it would be wrong on so many levels...but he could wake you with a kiss. Gentle touches that would make you moan and whine in your sleep until you woke up unbearably horny with his cock out, ready and waiting, for you to take all of it.
• Maybe this was a dream? It had to be... you wouldn't suddenly, just last night...transform. It was ridiculous....but if it were a dream, with how vivid and lucid he felt...it just couldn't be. This had to be reality.
• "Satan?" Your voice was soft as you pushed yourself up, full chest on display for him and him alone, locked in his room away from the others. "Is it time to get up?" He watched as you rubbed your eyes and your ears lazily flopped on your head. He'd never forget this moment, he was sure of it.
• His heart was racing. Face heated. Thoughts of waking up to you like this for the rest of his life... he had developed a crush.
• He felt shallow, but only for a moment. You were good company. Kind, sweet to his family. Your mostly true form only made it so he wouldn't be know as some sort of animal fucker. (He could deal with the ears and tail. It was fucking adorable and he would rip anyone's arm off who begged to differ.) Perhaps he had liked you more than previously thought, but brushed it away because of your form? Whatever the case may be, it didn't change how he felt in this moment.
• He couldn't help the smirk on his face as he pushed himself up to rest on his elbows, the audible slapping sound of you covering yourself and you rolling out to the other side of his bed hiding on the floor was utterly cute. The little lamb was shy about being naked.
     "How long was I like that?! Why didn't you wake me up!" Your voice hissed as you pulled what you could for blankets off of him and his bed.
     "I tried. You sleep hard." He shrugged nonchalantly.
     "How much did you see?!" Your ears fluttering quickly, rash movements as you sulked on his floor, barely looking over his bed to him.
     "Everything." He tilted his head as his sat up fully, causing you to clench the blanket. Crawling over to the edge of his bed while shedding his overcoat and shirt, he looked down at you, face heated and trying to make yourself as hidden as possible as you averted you gaze. Holding out his dress shirt to you, he quickly pulled it away with a chuckle when you reached for it. "It's rather rude to sleep naked next to someone who could not consent. Such unruly and wild behavior." He teased as he tutted. "So I'll make you a deal, Mc. I'll forgive you, even give you the shirt off my back, all for the simple price of sitting on my lap and apologizing."
     Your angry face was cute. He couldn't take you seriously. Even as you stood and tried to take the blanket with you from his room. He had grabbed that too. "Stealing? I never would have thought you a thief." His smile held no malice as he slowly pulled you closer and closer to the side of his bed.
     "Satan, I'm not a thief or a pervert and you know it!"  You fought for more of his blanket, but it would do you no good. His grip was  much stronger than yours.
      "When your angry, your tail wags." His finger slowly trailed down your spine through the blanket, making you shiver and gasp as he held your tail tightly. "Even your big floppy ears bounce around trying to convey my sin." His other hand moved to the side of your face as he moved from his bed to stand in front of you. "I wonder if I could make your hole twitch as hard as your ears?" His voice next to your ear as his tounge slowly drug up your neck.
     You hadn't meant to whine, or even press yourself further into his touch. Every time he touched you, your skin would tingle and denying he had aroused you would be fruitless. He knew you were.
    Slowly unzipping his pants, he guided your hand to his cock. Hot, throbbing and leaking precum. You bit your lip to stifle yourself.
     "Are you ready to sit on my lap and apologize until I'm satisfied, little lamb?"
     💖Asmodeus💖
• He is in love with your sheep form. You are adorable, precious, so caring...OK, so that didn't have to do with your form...but it had to do with you, so close enough.
• You allowed him to dye your wool, treat your fur and even curl or straighten it. He even got to put ribbons and bows on you too. You were his own living, stylish dress up doll.
• It was a shame you hadn't taken human shape yet... he was so eager to see what you truly looked like! He could take you to human world spas and do so much more with you when you finally regained your form.
• You had come to his room. Sundays were the days he would do your weekly treatment and gossip with you. It was his favorite day of the week. It even beat shopping Saturday.
• The day had gone normally...until he heard you screaming from his bathroom. Throwing down his products to the floor, he ran to you. Blood icing over expecting the worst
• Except this was the best thing to ever happen to him!
• You were in his tub, (he would let you swim in it while you soaked in the bath. It was basically an Olympic pool with your tiny form. After, he would massage products in and out of your coat.) an absolute mess of arms and legs. Hair sticking to your face as you coughed and sputtered water from your lungs. Looking up to him with those big shocked eyes of yours...you were breath taking. Even soaking wet and a disheveled mess, he could see your beauty.
• Asmo just throws himself into his tub, designer clothes forgotten as he embraced you and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. "You look so cute! I couldn't help myself."
• The Avatar of Lust clinging to your naked form in his bathtub nearly made you faint. Asmo blamed the water and pulled you out, quickly getting a towel and even his pink silk robe for you to put on.
• He was so happy about your change. It opened up a world of possibilities! ...so why did you look so glum? His lips formed a frown as he approached. You held his robe down trying to cover your thighs. You...you almost looked ashamed...
• "Mc...do you not like the way you look?" His voice was soft. Heart a mere moment from breaking as you turned your face away. "I...I'll find a way to become a sheep again!" He could see the panic in your eyes. So afraid of judgement from him of all people.
• So he did the only thing he could do. Show you just how wonderful he found you and your new form.
• He slowly knelt front of you. Hands ghosting over your thighs as he looked up to you as his hands found your hips. "You really shouldn't." His hot breath carried across your thighs as his soft lips pressed slow seductive kisses to your skin.
• All you could do was look down to him, embarrassed. You even tried to step back from him only to freeze when you heard his words.
• "I've thought about this moment for years Mc. I've never jerked off to the same fantasy more than twice...but this..." His hands slowly slid his robe up your body, revealing your upper thighs, leaving your genitals covered as not to go to far to fast. (Where would be the fun in that?!) "I've thought about it a lot." He placed a small nip to the outside of your left thigh. You could feel your face heat as you locked eyes with him. His fingers tracing so close, but yet so far away from where you wanted.
• Letting out a gasp, you felt Asmodeus's warm tounge trail up to your naked hip, fingers dancing across your now exposed rear. "You even make better sounds than I imagined... would you let me see how different my fantasy and reality are?" His voice was a pur. "You know I can make you feel like no one else in this house. Even the entirety of the three realms. I'll fuck you every night like no one else and show you how much I love you, and your new body."
• His tounge was so close to your pelvis. So. Frustratingly. Close. "All you have to do is give me consent, dear. I'll show you how beautiful I find you." You could feel your new ears and tail shaking with need as you nodded to the Avatar.
• Before you can even comprehend how it happened, Asmo had you on his bed, face buried in your crotch as he hummed. His eyes never left yours, he wanted to see every cute expression your little face could make. And it would be all because of him.
• It's only when the two of you don't show up for breakfast the next day does anyone figure out what's happened.
• Mammon had been sent to retrieve the two of you, he walked in on you (he knew it was you, he saw those pact marks on yer back, okay? How could he not when his brother was fucking you like a starved porn star?) And his brother doing the nasty. He walked back and just sat at the table, shaking his head when everyone asked.
• Many more knocks were ignored and all Asmodeus did was wave from behind you as he continued to make you writhe on his bed. He didn't care if they saw, and you wouldn't even know, on account of him fucking your face into the mattress.
• He'd show you everyday just how much he loved you and your body, interruptions be damned.
     ❤Beelzelbub❤
• Sweet, wonderful Beel. You had been feeling funky all day throughout school, so he chose to skip Fangol practice to walk you home. You were easy to carry, you weighed nothing, (Which was upsetting, you should at least be a bit heavier...) and he liked how soft you were. From this angle, holding you to his chest, you facing forward, you couldn't see his blush.
• He was known for strength, brute force and an appetite that would never be satisfied
•  So the fact that you, a tiny little soft sheep loved being held in his arms made his entire life. You looked at him and saw just that, him. You didn't care about his rank, or his strength. You were unafraid of him.
• He figured it out a long time ago. He had a crush on you. The only one who knew was his brother. While Belphie was always kind and understanding...he didn't understand how he was attracted to a sheep. He explained it wasn't your looks, but who you were as a person he really cared for.
• His brother had given a soft smile, Nodding before his face fell to a frown. "Mc is a sheep, Beel...you know you can't ever be with them...right?"
• He had slept terribly that night. He knew his brother meant well, and he wasn't angry with him...it just broke his heart that his brother was right.
• He still hoped though, that you'd turn back to a human. Even Lord Diavolo said you would eventually... but after his talk with his brother it seemed like it would never happen.
• He still loves you. Cares for you, keeps you safe at school as a silent body guard, just out of your sight. It helps make him feel a bit better. That even if he can't ever really be with you...he can still protect you and care for you in his own ways.
• It's been over threes year now. You've come and gone from his life...only to return every time, unable to be away for too terribly long. The happy look on your small face as you grabbed his shin and said hello everytime melted his heart. He would pick you up immediately and give you a hug, being extra careful to squish you and your wool just a bit. The laugh you let out making him smile gently.
• He would usually hold you for hours. But the last time you returned, everyone had wanted to greet you. He frowned, but he handed you over anyway...you weren't here for just him. Pushing those feelings on you and denying you greeting his family and friends would be truly selfish, so he hands you off, regardless of how he feels.
• He hates it. That you haven't changed back by now. Even for an extended stay in the human realm, it did nothing for you, or his heart.
• So he does the only thing he can think of. He hides it. Pushes it deep down into his heart and tries to lock it up. He would rather be your best friend than do any harm and hope for something more. After all, he is just a glutton...even if you were human...what could he offer you?
• His brothers had so much they could give you...even Mammon, but him...
• He leaves the room, allowing you to greet his family. He knows your safe in there. It allows him a few moments to not worry about you so much and just...grieve? Is this what this was? His heart breaking and finally accepting his brothers words from all those years ago? He hates it, giving up...but it's for the best this way. Before his heart breaks any further. (But he is pretty sure it can't.)
• You had been back for a few months, and he had given you your space...you came around less and less. Even when visiting with Belphie, you chose anywhere but their shared bedroom.
• Maybe he was pushing you too far and you were obviously enjoying a break from his overbearing presence... the thought just depressed him more. He hadn't meant to make you feel that way.
• You weren't ignoring Beel per se... but being around him made your heart pitter-patter awfully hard in your chest. It hurt. You still hadn't changed back...and after all this time you were beginning to think you wouldn't ever...
• Beel deserved someone who had more than a little lamb body. Someone he could hold, and kiss...not be afraid to crush them in bed...plus, who would want any type of romantic relationship with a sheep?
• So everytime Beel would walk in, you found an excuse to leave. Would visit Belphie in the attic. Even changed chairs at dinner. You hated it, but because of your form it was for the better. You couldn't tell him your feelings, it would only make him feel bad...maybe even grossed out that a tiny little sheep like yourself loved him. You couldn't do that him.
• So you both carried on with heavy hearts for a few more months. Everyone had noticed, even Luke. He asked you quietly in the hall way at R.A.D. if you even still held a pact with Beelzelbub. It almost had you in tears.
• You had answered truthfully. That you were in love with the sixth-born, the Avatar of Gluttony. That you treasured his pact so completely, you'd never rid yourself of it unless Beel himself asked. You even told the small angel you were terrified of Beelzelbub knowing the truth...because something so gross and strange as a sheep loving him could be the straw that broke the camels back... You held back tears at the thought of Beelzelbub wanting out of your bond and excused yourself quickly. Making your way down the stairs as fast as your tiny form would allow.
• Beel was headed for his fifth period class when he heard it. Someone crying coming down the stairs. He chose to stop, he'd glance that they were physically okay, and give them privacy by staring over the banister like he didn't have a care in the world.
• A small scream caused him to turn quickly, a form falling down the steps just a few stairs above him. Moving quickly. He managed to catch the figure before they hit the stairs, throwing his arm out to catch the banister, making sure you both didn't roll down the rest of the staircase.
• "Are you alright?" Beels baritone voice gently asked as he looked away. He didn't know why this student was naked, but it was rude to stare. Whoever it was, he had put himself between them and the stairs.
• "B-beel?"
• The voice was warm, inviting. Smooth like honey. Whoever it was sounded nice enough, but it also sounded as if they knew him. Only his family and friends, and a few select Fangol teammates ever called him Beel.
• Curiosity got the better of him, it could only be a handful of people. Except the eyes look down to his face were ones he didn't recognize.
• "I'm me..." Okay?...so your name was me? Who was he to judge...although it was odd. "Beel...I'm finally me now."
• In an instant, the pieces click into place, and he hopes, begs any entity with the abilities to make it you. That it was you.
• "Mc?" He takes the chance and guesses. Watching a smile take over such a pretty face as you nodded.
• Looking down to see more of you, he quickly is reminded that your naked. He rips his eyes away. A small flush to his cheeks as he maneuvers to get both himself and you up. He quickly took his coat off and tied it around you. Picking you up, he rushed to the nearest empty room and closed the door behind him.
• He had so many questions...was it really, truly you? Was it permanent? Was he being punished? Would you just turn back into a sheep once he told you he loved you for so long? Would you think him a freak for loving you while you were a sheep? Would you-
• "Beel..." Your voice seems so close to breathless, standing pressed into his side. He finally gets a decent look at you.
• Your more than he ever thought you would be. Completely perfect from head to toe. It's like you were made for just for him...
• He can't resist anymore. He's been hungry to taste your lips for years. He knows he should ask, but he doesn't, he can't. It's as if he is a man possessed as he continues to kiss your lips and taste your tounge. Gasp and moans as your arms wrap around his waist just spur him on. He wouldn't stop now unless you asked him. This was his chance to show you, to tell you how much he loved you. Even if you turned back into a sheep, he atleast told you while you were human, so you wouldn't think him a freak.
• "I want to date you, Mc." His lips travel down your neck quickly, sucking dark hickies onto your skin. "I want to hold you, to be with you until the end." His voice was rough as he squeezed your hips, feeling the warmth of your skin through his jacket. "I want to fuck you." He admitted, grinding his cock into your thigh. "I've wished for so long you'd be human."
• You tell him your sorry as you grip his shirt tightly. That you liked him so much as well, but you couldn't bring yourself to let him down. He only answer is more kisses as he grunts, rutting against your leg.
• "I need to show you. Taste you." The Beel you knew and loved had taken a backseat to a Beelzelbub hungry to pysically express all of his feelings in a way his words just can't, and it tickles you pink.
• Your nails are digging into his back as he continues to thrust into you, mouth never leaving your body for more than a second. "I'll finally get to taste how happy I can make you." His words are grunts as he rinds that spot that makes your eyes roll back in your head and legs turn to jelly. He doesn't stop until he is sure you've cum. He pulls out of you, but just long enough to thrust his fingers deep inside of you. The sight of Beel tasting your cum as he started to fuck you again drives you wild.
• His hips are stuttering as his grunts become more of a growl, his demonic form changing his form while you lay beneath him, at his mercy. One of ypur hands scratch up his back, causing him to hiss and thrust harder as you move to grip one of his horns.
• Beels strong hands and rough fucking leaves you bruised, but completely satisfied as you laid on his chest. "I love you, Beel. It's why I stayed away...I just-" He silences you with a kiss. "Date me." You softly kiss the side of his jaw and nod. "Yes."
• He cleans you up, fixes his coat on you (its massive, hes built as fuck and tall as hell...) and takes you back home, his hand in yours the whole way. He had wanted to carry you, but the excitement of being able to walk on human feet trumped him. It was okay though, he had the rest of your lives to carry you when he pleased. He wasn't sure what he could offer you, all he knew is he would do what ever it took to show you he cared.
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That headcannon of the Child of the Cheshire cat was amazing! Their reaction to seeing MC be a floating head is amazing! I hope you'll make it a series! If you do and do the child of the queen of hearts I can just see MC just cooing over Luke
I'm so sorry it took a while to reply, but thank you! If I get asks about it more I'll definitely write more, but it is a plan to make it a series! Thank you for the request though (is it one? I don't know, never got one!), Miss Hearts is definitely an interesting individual with an interesting personality, I hope you enjoy this!
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The Child of Her Majesty, the Queen of Hearts
An Obey Me Series where the MC/you are the child of a fairytale character!
Characters: All of them minus the S4 Trio (I haven’t gotten there yet, and I fear I’d make them too OOC, apologies!), Gender-Neutral MC
Lucifer
Oh dear Diavolo. You were uptight. So VERY uptight.
When you had first arrived, you were dressed as if you were royalty. Well, to be completely fair, you were - but no one knew that yet.
Everything had to be on time for you. And you had a very wayward sense of time. It complicated a lot of things.
Lucifer never admitted it, but he kind of liked how you could reign in your brothers. You had that ability to make everyone hear you AND listen to you.
When he had gotten over his initial judgement of you, he realized that you were just a bit... crazy?
(It feels like he dealt with someone like this, maybe in another life. He remembers a sort of cat-like presence. Maybe it was just him.)
You were extremely good at chess, and card games.
You were very demanding. You’re way of speaking seemed a bit weird to him too. (”Off with your heads!”. Really? Is this an execution?)
You were good in court, seeing your performance in the academy's debate club.
He's slightly intimidated, but he finds that getting on your good side is easy with just blood red roses and some chocolate (that is, if you aren't allergic to them)
Mammon
Y ou were so much like Lucifer, at first. He hated it!
You... made him roses? Paper roses? Painted them? A HUNDRED OF THEM?
He honestly almost had a heart attack FOR you, what in the name of Diavolo were you thinking?
He had hung around you after that, mostly out of guilt. During those times, he did grow to like you and enjoy your presence.
You and him are GREAT gambling buddies. You somehow always win against the other party.
Somehow, you think of the best punishments for the other party when they lose? It’s amazing and he stays in awe every time.
He knows you’re not some normal human.
No offense, no normal human would act and dress like you
He literally cannot resist any request from you, he spoils you a lot. He has a feeling you do it on purpose.
Leviathan
How were you so rich with ACTUAL gold? He sensed it the moment you entered Devildom.
Levi avoided you, but to be fair, he avoided everyone. Mostly you because you felt... off.
The first time he met you PERSONALLY, he thought you were very bossy.
He disliked how you thought you were like all that, ordering everyone around.
He never got along with you, and he thought you disliked him too, at first.
One day, the brothers all went out and he thought you followed them, but there you were in the kitchen, making tea.
You immediately invited him over, and he wanted to decline, but you had already poured him a cup of tea.
He sat down, and he was immediately thrown off because of how talkative you were. You were asking him about anime, games and much more.
He wanted to cry tears of joy. Someone who was open to the same interests he had? He would never have to play games alone again!
From that day onwards, he made it his mission to introduce you to modern-day pop culture.
Satan
He thought you were a self-absorbed royal. Yes, royal.
With how you dressed he wouldn’t be surprised, honestly.
He was interested in you, though. So he had walked up to you one day and struck a conversation.
Surprisingly (to him), you actually had a pretty nice personality! Maybe a bit haughty, but he thought it might’ve been the way you were raised.
He could tell you had a kind heart.
The two of you often hang out at his room for tea parties, and discuss books.
He brought you into the “Lucifer Hate Club” shenanigans
You both bond over cats.
You’d ramble about a certain Chesire, and he’d listen intently.
Asmodeus
With such an amazing sense of style, suffice to say he fell in love with you at first sight
Asmo would always have you go out with him
Shopping, mani-pedi, shopping again, eat, and shop
It was an endless cycle
If you wanted to consider which demon brother you’ve had sleepovers with most, it’s Asmodeus
Sometimes, you all surf the web to judge on other people’s fashion styles
It usually ends up with him writing an essay-long advice for the person while you watch him
Cafe dates, lots of them.
Asmo is just THAT influencer, but he still pays attention to you
“Oh, you look fabulous, hun. Most magnificent human I’ve ever laid my eyes upon! Obviously, out of all beings, I’m still the most gorgeous!”
Beelzebub
This human smelt funny… smelt too much like flowers and smoke and war -
But then he smelled the butter, tea, chocolate, scones
Yeah he tried to eat you
He didn’t get to, obviously, but a jewelry was eaten!
… Along with some hair
Don’t worry, you’re not bald
You avoided him like the plague for a while
But then he came in with puppy-dog-eyes and a pout that reminded you too much of her, though you’ve only heard tales and saw paintings
You forgave him grumpily
You both bond by you making tasty sweets and him eating it
You both also like fencing!
You were excited to spar with him, finally able to practice to make sure you won’t get rusty
Maybe this glutton isn’t so bad, after all…
Belphegor
Oh, you despised him at first sight
You weren’t so foolish as to believe him, but playing pretend is something you’re really good at
When he had finally ended you (or so he thought), you were livid
You were wearing your favourite clothes, no less, one that reminded you of home
All of it… teared and ripped to shreds.
You both had a rocky relationship after that
It was only because of Beelzebub that you both tried to get along
He never apologized, but you could see it through his actions that he was trying
You appreciated it
Actions speak louder than words
(Though your mother only wanted an apology, you wanted to be better. Words were useless if there was no sincerity)
After a few weeks, you finally decided to forgive him
Only because of Beelzebub.
It was only after that that you both realized startling similarites
You both loved piano, and chocolate!
You guys begrudgingly hang out, but will never admit that you enjoy each others’ company!
Diavolo
The Queen of Hearts was someone he respected
He enjoyed her company as well!
To receive the child of Her Majesty was an honour
He babied you immensely, only because he had promised to keep you safe
Even though you were in school, you weren’t rid of your royal duties
That means paperwork.
He’d invite you for teatime, but usually it’s for filling out paperwork
Don’t worry, you both mourn about your wasted time together
Barbatos would have to threaten you both to get you guys working
You find that he and you have many things in common
Child of a major royal, heir to the throne, all that jazz
You often hang out with him, only to get a sense of familiarity
Your mom would be royally pissed if you forgot “Royalty 101”
You both played chess often, though it ends in ties
Yeah, he’s definitely the most normal out of every demon
Barbatos
You adored him
He reminded you of the White Rabbit, your best friend and assistant
You’d order him around, and he’ll follow without complaint
Finally! Someone who treats you like how you should be treated!
The again… this isn’t your realm…
Barbatos often indulges you with sweets and pastries
He was the second best butler, most definitely
Your homesickness would be cured with only his presence
He is the oddest one of them all
You knew nothing about him
A certain Chesire’s voice would ring in your mind
“Curiouser and curiouser…”
Oh, he also reminded you of the Caterpillar
You could only be glad he isn’t smoking
Simeon
The angel was an absolute… angel!
Oh, he was so kind and nice and indulgent
The subjects in Underland were rarely like him, it was refreshing!
Most of them were anxious and loud and hyper
He was one of your favourites
Simeon finds you interesting, and would often ask questions which you only answered in riddles
Well, you could say Mad Hatter rubbed off on you
He has a botanical garden he shares with Beelzebub and Barbatos, and now with you
The roses were your favourite, and Simeon made sure to take really good care of them
His favourite were white roses
He was confused when none were left, but then he smelled… paint?
You were painting the white roses?!?
He almost had a heart attack and had to explain that the flowers can’t have paint on them
If you wanted naturally red roses, he had some at the back of the garden
You stared at him in awe
“YOU HAVE ROSES THAT ARE RED? THAT HAD NOT BEEN PAINTED AND ARE STILL RED?”
Oh dear…
Luke
Oh… this sweet child
The Underland had always taken a liking to children, especially after Alice
But Alice had never returned, and you never met her, or any normal child
A child’s imagination and happiness was what you needed to keep alive
So, instead of ordering him around like you did with others
You indulged the child with fairytales and stories
Luke loved you to bits!
You never acted patronizing towards him, even though he knew you treated him like a child
He had cried once, when everything was getting too much, when everyone was bullying him
And you were pissed
Children should not be crying and frowning, they should be giggling and having fun
The demon brothers got an earful
He looked up to you after that, often copying your way with words and your movements
It was like having a mini you!
… Was this how your mother felt when she had you? When she met Alice?
Blegh, who cares!
You remind yourself everyday to ask Luke if he’d like to visit Underland one day
You’ll ask him before leaving Devildom.
He’s your #1 favourite in the whole Devildom, no one else
Besides, he even bakes for you! All for you!
Solomon
“Alice in Wonderland?”
You paused and stared at him when he said that
He immediately got goosebumps, and he could only be glad your head wasn’t as huge as your mother’s!
You were suspicious of him, at first, but then he revealed to you he was a sorcerer
(He was terrified that you’d actually cut his head off, so he said that to divert your suspicion but what were you even suspicious about was what he was confused with)
He reminded you of the Mad Hatter!
Solomon was definitely mad.
And not a normal human being
He loves to irritate you, but he always make sure you know to not take it to heart
It was… refreshing
You hated his dishes, though
Heaven forbid he cook for you again, because the one time he did you looked him straight in the eye with a blank gaze
“If you cook for me ever again, it will be off with your head.”
You emphasized your point but flicking a card from your deck straight to the wall
It got stuck. In the damn wall. Because it cut through the wall.
You intimidate him.
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I’M FINALLY DONE! I’m so sorry to the anon who requested this, it took quite literally ALMOST A YEAR! My motivation to write was down the drain, so I apologize. I also got confused a lot while writing, but I hope it is coherent enough
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epic-transboy · 1 month
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wait if belphies a cow why does beel eat so many burgers.. .
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psychocoffeeaddict · 1 year
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Omg…so sorry this is soooo long! LOL @minty86 & @rabba-vee you wanted a heads up! I hope you like it, and give yourself time to finish it! 😂
And yes, thank the demons it’s finished!
The tale of lady midday - pt.6
Previous chapters can be found here.
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Barbatos opened a portal directly to the castle from the docks. He’d been too shocked by MC’s condition to think of it when they first found them, and realized too late that creating one from the moving ship was too risky. Lucifer murmured as he went past, “We were all not thinking straight Barbatos, do not blame yourself for whatever is on your mind.” He strode past barking instructions at the little-Ds, as Satan and Levi gently maneuvered MC’s stretcher through the portal Barbatos held open. He should have guessed Lucifer would notice. His habit of not speaking his thoughts out loud led others to overlook the fact that Lucifer missed very little.
Simeon’s exclamation of dismay and Luke’s wordless cry had him stepping through and snapping the portal shut. A tense standoff was developing between Solomon and Lucifer just outside the room set aside for MC. Simeon stepped between the two. “Stop it. Lucifer, please! Solomon is helping, he is human and the best person to look at MC! Put aside whatever is angering you and let him help!”
Lucifer blinked in surprise at the angel glaring at him. He shook himself physically and stepped aside. “My pardon. I am anxious about MC and forgot myself.” He bowed and then stood stiffly, and allowed his brothers to enter the room. Solomon’s face paled slightly and he choked back his reply, saying instead in a quiet voice. “I understand Lucifer. My god, what happened to them?”
Barbatos and Satan started to list what they’d found, and what treatments they’d started. Simeon turned to Luke. “Luke, why don’t you take Levi and Lucifer to the dining room? The tea and food should be ready, yes?”
Luke started, turning his stricken gaze from MC and the others to Simeon’s. He glanced quickly at Lucifer and then away, his cheeks pale. Levi was standing, twisting his fingers and muttering under his breath. Lucifer closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes he looked calmer and he gave a slight smile to Luke, as he gently took Levi’s hand. “Yes, please Luke. I think tea would be most welcome while we wait.” Levi flinched, but didn’t say anything. Luke cast his eyes back towards the bed, then nodded. Alright”, he whispered softly and started down the hall, Lucifer tugged Levi’s hand and led him along, following Luke as Simeon let the false smile fall from his lips, and his eyes turned dark with worry. He bit his lip as he watched the three around MC, measuring out liquids, magic shimmering over their body. He sat down on the bench outside the door, and gazed out at the stars flickering in the sky above. How could the night look so beautiful when something so potentially life shattering was happening feet away? He bowed his head and started to pray. His fingers clenched so tight his nails bit through his skin.
Lucifer set a cup of tea before Levi, who took no notice and continued to stare at the door to the hall. Luke was shaking so badly that Lucifer finally took the tea pot away from him and sat him on the sofa, handing him a pillow to clutch as he too kept turning towards the hall entrance.
Lucifer took a sip of perfectly brewed coffee and sighed. What he wouldn’t give for a cup of MC’s coffee. The bitterness enough to shock his system, but it was a taste he’d come to crave. He turned towards the windows, determined not to stare like Luke and Levi. Because of this he was the first to see Lord Diavolo returning to the castle. He knew automatically that the smaller dots behind him were his brothers struggling to keep pace. He threw open the balcony doors, causing Levi and Luke to jump.
Diavolo pushed past him with barely a nod, before striding towards the hall. Lucifer’s hand on his arm stopped him. “My Lord, wait.” Lucifer stopped, not sure how to proceed. “They were hurt badly, we think from the storm. They were the only survivor. They were dehydrated, and we suspect that they’d been without food for days, possibly longer. Satan managed to lessen the fever they had, but we aren’t sure yet if it caused a reaction or not.” He stopped and took a breath. “They weren’t conscious when we found them, and they haven’t woken yet. This is possibly a good thing as they were covered in insect bites, and had a badly broken arm.” Luke’s gasp and sudden sobs had Diavolo turning towards him, as Levi moved and sat with the small angel, cradling him in his arms. Lucifer continued, “Solomon, Satan and Barbatos are with them right now. Working to .. to save them.” Lucifer raised his hand to his mouth and turned away, his shoulders hunching. Diavolo stood, unsure of what to say, not knowing what to do. Asmo entered then, as Mammon, Beel and Belphie landed on the balcony.
“Lucifer?” Asmo’s quiet voice had Lucifer standing straighter before he turned back. “Asmo,..” He stopped and Asmo ran to him, Lucifer catching his smaller body against his own, holding Asmo’s head as Asmo started to cry, his body shaking as he clutched at Lucifer’s coat. Diavolo looked back at Mammon and the others, their faces pale. “What do they need? Solomon and them? What can we do so they can focus on MC?” Belphie’s tone wasn’t as sarcastic as it could be,but it was firm and demanded a reply. Beel shifted slightly, not sure what to say and willing to allow his twin to take the lead. Mammon turned on his heel and ran for the hall, ignoring Lucifer and the others.
He’d heard some of what Lucifer had told Lord Diavolo, but he had to see for himself. Damn it, he’d not protected them! He’d promised, and promised! But where was he when they’d needed him? His heart clenched and he was forced to stop, bending over to gasp for breath as black spots swam in his vision. He fell to his knees. Where had he been?! Simeon found him sobbing on the floor crying out “why wasn’t I there?! Why?!” He knelt beside him and stroked his head. “Shhh, Mammon, shhh.” Diavolo found them like that as he, slightly calmer and no longer in his demon form, turned into the hallway where MC was being cared for. He caressed both their heads, sending a pulse of magic that had them both slipping into sleep. He picked up Simeon and laid him on the bench by the windows. Mammon he picked up and carried back to Lucifer and the others. They needed to be with each other at this time. He asked Beel to retrieve Simeon and bring him to the dining room as well as he continued on to MC’s room.
He stood outside the door, watching them work on MC. The worried looks gave him all the news he needed. He was about to turn and leave when Barbatos noticed him and spoke up. “My Lord. We think we have them stable. Solomon has put them into an induced sleep, to help them heal. It turns out the broken arm was the worst of their injuries, other than lack of food and water. We have their fever under control which was our biggest fear.” Diavolo stepped through the doorway. His gaze fell on MC’s pale face, so small against the pillows. He could see they were still struggling a bit to breath, but their face seemed relaxed as if they were sleeping peacefully.
Satan stood beside them,holding their hand. His own shook slightly and Diavolo could see the fear and exhaustion on Satan’s face as he watched MC sleep. Solomon’s face didn’t look much better. “We’re all exhausted from the fear, the adrenaline. I propose we set up a rotation so that someone can be with MC at all times, but the rest of us get a rest. We’re of no use to them if we all collapse.” Barbatos nodded, and started to clean up. “A good reminder my Lord. We will clean up, and then go tell the others the news. If you could take first watch?” Satan stirred, but didn’t argue much to Diavolo’s amazement. Even Solomon frowned, but nodded his head in agreement. As the three of them gathered the supplies, Diavolo pulled a chair closer to MC’s bed and took their hand. So small compared to his,he’d never really noticed before. He knew they were smaller than himself, but their personality was so strong, it made them seem larger than they actually were.
He brought their hand to his lips and kissed it softly as the tears he’d held back started falling. His head fell on the bed beside MC, and his shoulders shook as he quietly cried his fears and relief into the mattress.
His tears eventually stopped and dried on his face, but Diavolo continued to gently stroke MC’s hair, watching them sleep. His mind focused solely on them. He started when he heard a light cough from the doorway. Lucifer stood there, watching him, a smallfrown on his face. “It is strange My Lord. I know you care for MC as much as myself and my brothers..but it irks me so much seeing you touch them that I wish I could pick you up and toss you out of the room.” His laugh was humourless. “I never knew I had the capacity to feel more envy than even Levi, but when it comes to MC..i find myself feeling and doing things I never would have ever dreamed I would be capable of.” He cautiously entered the room, standing on the other side of MC’s bed. Diavolo watched him then nodded. “I understand Lucifer. Seeing you with them, knowing it was you who found them, rescued them, drives me insane.” He stood and stepped away from his chair. “I too find myself wanting to destroy those who get to close to MC, bathe in their blood, end their lives.” He glanced down at MC’s sleeping face. Lucifer smiled grimly. “Is it the collar? We didn’t dare attempt to take it off on the ship, but this is too much. I’m amazed Satan, Solomon and Barbatos weren’t at each other’s throats earlier.”
Diavolo nodded. “It seems to get worse the longer someone is in the vicinity, possibly why MC had been hidden from view, to stop the crew from being affected, as it must not affect animals. I heard there’d been cattle in the room with them, correct?” Lucifer nodded. “Yes, and they seemed to have died due to the storm, not from self inflicted wounds. A truly horrific piece of jewelry, if I may say so. Will we be able to remove it safely?” He cautiously leaned over and placed a finger delicately against the collar around MC’s neck. The surge of magical backlash made him wince slightly. He hissed under his breath, if this was a fraction of what MC felt while wearing it.. he found himself wishing the demon who’d created this was still alive so he could tear them to pieces. Diavolo took his hand and moved it away. “It is worse if you touch it, and I am unclear if MC feels any affects when we do so. Better to not touch it I would say.” He stared pensively at MC then turned towards the door. “I need to consult with Barbatos and Solomon. Hopefully we’ll figure out a solution before MC awakes.”
Lucifer nodded, but didn’t watch him leave, his sole focus was on MC. He gently sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand against their cheek. “You’re home MC” He stopped, and clenched his fist against his chest and murmured. “I will burn the Devildom to the ground if anyone tries this again, I promise we’ll keep you safe. You mean everything to me and my brothers. We won’t fail you again.”
He slid down cautiously beside them and laid his head on the pillow, facing MC, watching them breathe and trying to calm his worries. Asmo found him asleep holding MC’s hand and sighed. Asmo brushed the hair out of Lucifer’s eyes and wasn’t surprised to see them open and focused on him. “I’m here to take over watching MC.” He looked down. Lucifer had looked so peaceful lying there, but Asmo was filled with guilt and needed to be with MC. It was his fault that MC was taken, he should have been more aware and not allowed those demons to trick him! He blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay, and took a deep breath. He looked up in surprise when he felt Lucifer’s arms around his waist, but allowed his older brother to pull him against his chest. Lucifer stroked Asmo’s hair and murmured. “Asmo, it is not your fault. None of us think that, and MC definitely won’t. It could have been any of us in your place.” He continued to stroke Asmo’s head as he felt Asmo gasp and wrap his arms around his waist. “Lucifer” Asmo moaned his name, quiet sobs falling into his chest, Asmo’s breath hot as he tried to catch his breath. “How did you know?” Lucifer pulled Asmo back so he could look at his face. He wiped the tears off Asmo’s face and kissed his forehead. “Because I know how you think, and I know if it had been me..I would be feeling the same way. Nobody blames you Asmo. Believe that. MC will need you as much as they will need all of us to help them heal.”
Asmo took a silk handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his face. He took several deep breaths and smiled a wobbly smile at Lucifer. “Thank you Lucifer, I needed to hear that. Oh no! My eyes are going to be puffy! And my nose!” He wailed in despair and Lucifer chuckled. “I will send a little D to you with your bag, you can use the bathroom her to freshen up while you watch MC.” Lucifer stood up and couldn’t resist ruffling Asmo’s hair, which had the desired effect of making Asmo squeal and complain about mussing his hairdo up.
Lucifer felt his chest start to loosen as he left the room with a smile, summoning a little D as he made his way to the others. He’d been worried about Asmo and how this was affecting him, if he could complain about his looks, he was already on his way to healing.
Belphie found Asmo asleep, kneeling on the floor his head next to MC’s hand. Belphie noted the newly painted nails on both of them and shook his head. Of course Asmo would do their nails, he smiled slightly. He had to admit the colour did suit MC. He debated for a second then picked Asmo up and tucked them on the bed next to MC, making sure not to jostle either too much. He felt MC’s forehead and sighed in relief. The fever the others talked about seemed to be gone. He crawled onto the other side of the bed and moved MC’s hair off their cheek. He’d been trying to find them in his dream’s while they’d been gone and had failed. He snuggled close to them and shut his eyes. Lucifer and Diavolo had talked to them about the collar, it was probably what blocked him from entering their dreams, but feeling their heartbeat and hearing their breath was calming him now. He slid asleep, his hand holding MC’s, his breath mingling with their’s.
As Mammon left to take over watching MC from Belphie, and figure out where Asmo had gotten to, Lucifer, Diavolo, Solomon and Simeon continued their search for information on the collar around MC’s neck. “I can’t believe none of our sources can find anything!” Solomon threw the latest report, from a magician he knew, onto the table. Simeon hummed in reply. “I’m not having much luck with celestial feedback either. I’m not sure if nobody knows how to deal with it, or if they are holding back because they’ve been told to!”
Diavolo rubbed his eyes and thanked Barbatos for the tea he had just placed on the table. “Are you sure you don’t remember anything similar to this Barbatos? I don’t mean to imply I doubt you, but we’re all under stress and things can slip our minds.” Barbatos nodded as he put the plate of cookies down. “I understand my Lord, but no. I don’t believe I’ve seen anything like it before. It’s magic is a complete unknown to me, it doesn’t feel right, if that makes any sense.”
Lucifer spoke up. “I’ve noticed that too, it didn’t feel like any magic I’ve sensed in the Devildom or the human world before.”
Raphael, who’d been quietly reading reports for Simeon and Solomon looked up. “I felt familiar to me, in a sense. Like something done by an inexperienced angel.” Simeon gasped as the others stared at Raphael. “He’s right! I didn’t realize it, but yes! It feels like when young angels start working with magic, they often get pronunciation wrong, or add ingredients wrong and although the spell still works it isn’t correct. Could this be a creation that wasn’t done correctly?”
Satan gasped and turned towards Diavolo. “Lady Midday’s castle, was it completely destroyed?” Diavolo shook his head. No, the outer walls were destroyed, and the courtyard and surrounding fields were flooded, but from what I remember the castle took minimal damage.” “What did you have in mind Satan?” Lucifer frowned at his brother. “Well, I hesitate to say in case I’m wrong, but I need to see Lady Midday’s library to be sure.” He stared at Lucifer in defiance, but before Lucifer could say anything Barbatos stepped forward. “I can open a door to the library, and hold it as long as needed.” Satan’s exhale of air made Lucifer realize this meant more to Satan then he was letting on. He nodded. “Please do so Barbatos, if this is okay with Lord Diavolo.” Lucifer looked at the demon prince who nodded in agreement.
“I’ll join you, it that is okay?” Solomon stood up. “If you can let me know what you are looking for, it will mean two eyes and a faster search.” Satan nodded, the relief obvious on his face.
As Barbatos opened the door linking the two castles, Satan started to describe the book he wanted to find. As the two stepped through the portal Satan’s voice echoed back. “It should be approximately this big..and have a gold stained blue cover..” his voice faded as he stepped beyond the boundary of Barbatos’s magic. Simeon gasped and even Lucifer had frozen. “How, how did Satan know about that book?” Simeon’s strained voice was a bare whisper compared to Lucifer’s shocked “How?!”
Raphael spoke up. “He’s talking about Arazeal’s book isn’t he? I thought that was destroyed in the battle?” Simeon nodded as Lucifer leaned against the mantle. “We thought so, I know I looked for it, and so did Michael and Gabriel. Michael and I discussed it a few hundred years ago. We assumed it had burned with Arazeal. If it was found by a demon..” he broke off and stared at the two angels. “This could explain why we can’t affect the collar, and it’s side affects.”
Raphael nodded and Simeon’s face paled. The others watched but didn’t interfere, not knowing exactly what was being discussed. It was Luke who spoke up.
“Simeon? Wasn’t Arazeal one of the angels who died in the Celestial war? What book of his are you meaning?” Simeon stared at the younger angel blankly. “Ah, yes. A lot of his work was destroyed by Michael and Gabriel. They were both so angry. We’ve forgotten and erased so much that we didn’t want to be reminded of.. where to start?” His voice petered out as he got lost in thought. “Arazeal studied magic..not just the Celestial realms, but the human’s and demon’s magic as well.” Lucifer turned towards the fire as he spoke, staring at the flames as he spoke memories he’d hoped to bury. “He often over stepped his boundaries and got into trouble because of it. He would test theories out on whatever, or whomever, he could capture or coerce into helping him. He was not a..nice..Angel.” Lucifer glanced at Beel who was frozen, a partially eaten tart still in his hand. His eyes were glowing with hatred and he spoke out. “That..he..what he tried to do to Belphie..” Beel crushed the tart in his hand, his growls growing stronger by the second. Levi touched his arm, drawing his attention and Beel startled. Lucifer walked to stand in front of his younger brother and stroked his head. “Yes. If this collar is something he devised, we’ll need that book to undo it. If they didn’t follow the instructions correctly though..” He didn’t finish and he didn’t turn back to the others just stood stroking Beel’s head. Luke swallowed and Simeon patted his shoulders.
Diavolo spoke up, having stayed quiet while Lucifer spoke. “I have heard stories of this Angel from my Father. Tales of missing demons, and horrific experiments.” He glanced at Barbatos who was gazing at him with sorrow. “If this was the cause, I promise whatever support I can give to fix this.” He continued to hold Barbatos’ gaze, who nodded in understanding. Simeon’s small intake of breath was felt more than heard by Luke, but Barbatos looked over at him as if he’d heard it too. “Lord Diavolo, to go that far?” Diavolo held up his hand. “We’ll wait to see what Satan and Solomon find first, but yes Simeon, it is something I’m willing to allow if Barbatos is willing to assist.” Barbatos bowed low and solemnly. “For MC? I will take what ever risk I need to help them recover My Lords.”
Satan was the first to appear at the portal, then Solomon. “I believe we’ve found what we were looking for!” He rushed to Simeon and Lucifer, Solomon on his heels. Both sucked in sharp breaths as they recognized the booklet in his hands. “It survived..” Simeon looked at Lucifer in fear. “If Michael finds out..” Raphael stepped up, with Diavolo behind him. “We will find what we need to use then destroy it. My lightning can destroy even something as strong as this.” Raphael’s confidence made Diavolo smile to himself and he spoke up, “even if it can’t I am sure I can destroy it”.
Lucifer nodded. Nothing was going to stand between them and saving MC. He picked the book up and flipped through it stopping at a page about restraints. He looked at Simeon who nodded as he read, “yes, yes. I believe this is probably the spell they used. I can see how a mispronunciation could change the meaning slightly.” Solomon asked to read it as did Barbatos. They both agreed with Simeon that what they’d heard of the collar was similar to what the spell produced. “Who will do the counter spell?” Solomon looked around at demon and angel alike. He noted eagerness on most faces but Lucifer spoke up before anyone else could. “Simeon should do it.” Gasps from his brothers and the others. He glared at them all. “These spells were created by an Angel. Designed to be spoken by an Angel. The fact that a Demon tried to create something from this book and created that collar, means that we need to trust an Angel to undo the mistake. Arazeal’s creations were designed to be only used by Angels. Simeon, we will trust this to you. You had experience undoing mistakes by angels who tried his spells in the Celestial realm, you are the only one who could potentially undo this mistake.”
Simeon bowed his head, tears in his eyes. He knew how much it would have taken for Lucifer to admit this openly to his family and friends. It was tantamount to admitting a fault, something his pride would normally not allow.
“I will do my utmost to fix this Lucifer. But I ask that you, Barbatos and Solomon assist me.” They nodded and moved aside to read and discuss what might be needed for the spell.
Leviathan and the others watched, feelings of frustration and fear on their faces. Diavolo spoke up from behind them. “Gentlemen, I think we have something just as vital to do as well.” When they turned startled looks his way, he smiled and nodded to the hallway. “MC. We need to watch and protect MC while we wait for the cure.” As they absorbed that message Little D two ran into the room. “MC! MC has woken up! Mammon sent us to tell you!”
Everyone jumped and ran for the hall, only Lucifer’s stern voice stopped them as they collided in the door. “For demon’s sake, don’t go rushing in like that! Do you want to make things worse?” Shamed looks as they all looked everywhere but at him,and following Diavolo they filed with more decorum, but still as excited, down the hall to MC’s room. Mammon was kneeling on the floor, his hand stroking MC’s hair as he cried and tried to speak. MC was stroking his hair, not able to speak and their eyes showed their relief when Diavolo entered the room with Lucifer on his heels.
Diavolo smiled at MC, his eyes calm. “MC, we know about the collar and are working on removing it. Until then rest, recover from your adventure you are safe now”. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on their mouth.
Lucifer coughed and spoke up before his brothers could start complaining. “MC, I shall acquire some paper and a pen for you to communicate with. As Lord Diavolo has said, we’re working on removing that collar for you. You were severely dehydrated and malnourished on top of having a fever when we found you. We’ve healed your minor wounds, and your arm is mending. It will take more time to heal. Solomon felt it was better to allow it to mend naturally as none of us are sure if mending it by magic is feasible on a human. My brothers are at your disposal for anything you need.” He smirked and ran his fingers down their cheek as they smiled at him and shot a grin at Mammon and the others standing around grumbling over Lucifer’s words. They knew it was all for show and that even Lucifer would be around to follow through on any request they might have.
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Several days went by. MC was allowed to get up and could move around the castle. However, they had an escort at all times. The demon brothers were taking no chances, and neither were Diavolo and Barbatos. They had a small fan that Solomon had created. It could read their thoughts so by different movements with the fan, words would appear with MC’s requests and if rapidly flicked it would make a bell like sound. Useful if MC found themselves alone and needed help. But it was so frustrating! Not being able to speak and having to sort their thoughts so the fan could read what they wanted to say. They wanted to tell Asmo they didn’t blame him, they could see how he was blaming himself. They wanted to whisper to Mammon that they were okay, and they knew he would do anything to save them! They wanted to kiss Lucifer and tell him thank you, and other private words. It was even hard to tell Diavolo their thoughts and tell everyone exactly what happened! They sighed pensively, which caused Levi to jump. He’d been playing his game beside them on the sofa, not really paying attention so he thought something had happened. “W-w-whaat’s wr-wrong!” He glanced around frantically to see what was disturbing MC. They waved their fan, and a second later words appeared. “It’s nothing Levi.” Another twist and flick.”I’m just frustrated I can’t speak to any of you.” MC pouted and Levi nodded. “R-right, I c-can see why.” He frowned. “D-did y-you want to go s-see Solomon and Simeon? Maybe they could tell us how things a-are going?” MC brightened and started waving their fan around. “YES! Please!” They smiled so brightly, happiness shining out of their eyes. Levi swallowed. How could someone so frail be so adorable? He blushed over his thoughts and held his hand out, while looking the other way. “W-w-well, uhm, sh-should we h-head down their n-now?” He felt MC’s hand in his and they squeezed it gently. He blushed a deeper red and led them to the lab the others were using to recreate the spell on MC’s collar.
MC stopped pulling Levi off balance. He glanced back at them and saw the fear on their eyes as they stared at the collar floating in the room they were about to enter. He looked at it and realized it was an exact copy of the one MC wore. We’re they afraid? Had they been harbouring a fear none of them had realized? He stepped back and hesitated, then swallowed and put his arm around MC’s waist, pulling them closer to his side. “I-i’m h-here MC. If you d-don’t w-want to go in w-we don’t h-have t-to.” They looked up at him when he spoke and he saw the fear drain from their eyes. Their hand came up and cupped his cheek, then they gave him a hesitant smile. They looked back at the room and he felt them shake. But they looked back at him and nodded, a determined look in their eyes. He took that to mean they wanted to go in, so he stepped forward and knocked on the door frame. Lucifer appeared from the side startling them both. “Levi. What are you doing here?” He frowned then noticed MC. “MC? Is something wrong?” He glanced at Levi who trembled. “T-they w-wanted to c-come see if a-any pr-progress had b-been m-made.” Levi cast his eyes down, expecting a lecture. MC flicked their fan quickly. “Please?” They gave Lucifer a pleading look and he sighed in defeat. Simeon’s voice came from further in the room. “ we might as well Lucifer. It isn’t fair to keep MC in the dark.” Lucifer grimaced and beckoned MC in.
“Is this a good idea Simeon?” Lucifer took MC’s arm and led them, staying between them and the floating collar, to the back of the room where Simeon, Solomon and Raphael stood around various ingredients and pages of papers.
“Actually this might be the perfect time.” Raphael spoke up and Solomon nodded in agreement. “I agree Lucifer. MC is up and about and I don’t think we can try any other variations of this spell than we’ve already tried.” He looked at Simeon who sighed. “It is true Lucifer. We have to take the risk. We’ll use the collar we created and see if our spell releases it. If it works, we’ll try it on MC’s.” He looked at MC with concern. They were staring at the collar in the middle of the room and only looked at him when he gently took their hand. “MC we’ll do everything we can to rid you of that abomination, and keep you safe in return.” MC looked in Simeon’s eyes and then glanced at Solomon, Raphael and Lucifer. Lucifer looked as calm as he normally did, but MC could see the red tinging his eyes, meaning he was agitated. They placed their hand on his arm and he looked down at them and nodded. “It is true, we have tested everything we can, all we can do is trust to our skills and hope…” he stopped not able to say the words he felt MC needed to hear. Diavolo and Barbatos entered as his speech faltered.
“We agree, now is the time to try.” Barbatos took MC’s hand and Diavolo shooed Levi out of the room, shutting the door so they couldn’t be interrupted. MC heard muffled sounds on the other side of the door, and knew the others had arrived too late to protest being locked out.
They swallowed and clutched Barbatos’ hand. He led them to the side as the others made a loose circle around the floating collar. As Raphael and Solomon sprinkled potions, Simeon chanted in a language they’d never heard. One that was both beautiful and terrifying to hear. A bell like sound rang out and the collar flashed white and fell to the ground in two pieces. Slightly singed. Solomon frowned and MC clutched Barbatos’ hand even harder. “Well it worked, but I’m worried about that last effect…” Lucifer frowned at Solomon. Then said “You put too much emphasis on the last syllable Simeon, that is why it got too hot.” Simeon nodded his face pale and refusing to look at MC.
He stepped to the side picking up a glass of water and sipping it while Raphael came to stand beside him. Raphael leaned in, whispering. “Do not despair Simeon. I know you care for MC, you will not damage them.” He turned towards MC. “Do you still trust us, MC?” MC stared at Raphel and then walked over to him. They looked into his eyes. They turned and did the same to Simeon, their hand caressing his cheek. They proceeded to each of the participants, gazing at their eyes and making some gesture towards them. They took their fan out with all eyes on them. They thought for a moment and then flicked their fan, slowly so they could all see what MC said. “I do, trust all of you. I’m ready. Compared to what I’ve been through already..I’m willing to take the risk. It pains me more not being able to speak or practice magic on my own.” The put their fan down and stood in the middle of the room where the collar had been floating. “Well spoken MC.” Diavolo smiled at them and moved into position, and the others followed.
MC felt the liquid sprinkle over their shoulders and arms. A gentle scent drifted up from it, and once again Simeon spoke in that terrifying beautiful language. They felt the collar heat around their neck and drew in a breath, but this time the sound was a chime, and it felt to MC like invisible hands were gently undoing the collar around their neck as it fell aside, with no smoke or scorching. Simeon collapsed in relief his terror draining out of him with a suddenness that surprised everyone. MC gasped and ran to him. “Simeon! Simeon are you okay!” Simeon stared at MC and laughed, his arms coming around their neck pulling them in for a hug as his laughter turned to cries. It took MC a second to realize why, and they too started crying. They had their voice back! They didn’t hear the door lock click but they heard and felt the others enter the room as they yelled and crowded around, pulling MC from hug to hug in relief and happiness. MC found themselves in Lucifer’s arms, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he kissed them before allowing Diavolo to lift MC into his arms. MC stared at Lucifer as Diavolo lifted them and let their eyes speak for the words he wouldn’t want spoken out loud. He nodded once and then turned to yell at Mammon and Levi who were fighting over something they were trying to bring into the room. MC turned to find Diavolo watching them as he held them in his arms. They reached up and placed their hands on either side of his face. “Dia?” He shook his head and pulled their face into his neck. “Not yet MC, let me just hold you.” MC stroked his hair, and murmured their thanks into his ear. They’d seen the relief and terror in his eyes, what he’d been hiding this whole time. When he was ready, MC would hold him and let him see that they were truly here, that it wasn’t a dream. Something MC needed as well. Their experience seemed like a nightmare just now, and they wanted time with everyone to believe that it was over, that they were safe. They knew it meant months of being followed and having to report on everything they wanted to do, but right now that was fine. They hugged Diavolo harder and cried silently into his shoulder as he stroked their back, rocking them gently.
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mammonswhore · 2 years
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Asmo: So are you more into dom or sub?
Beel: I love both Dominos and Subway, but it really just depends on the night and what I’m feeling.
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I think it would have been really funny if the hamster just..wasn't Beel. They spent all their time dragging the prince & his caretaker around running after some random hamster while it went around chewing on everything. And nothing works to break the curse and they're just about resigned to the fact that they'll have to take this hamster home to Lucifer and be like "well this is your brother now ig. Can't be any weirder than surprise mpreg" and then beel just shows up after visiting all the food stalls at the festival like "hi guys cool hamster :) "
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fangzluv · 8 months
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GYATTTT BEEL DAMN!
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Satan flat as his books but
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bite-sized-devil · 1 year
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In that case, imagine Beel eating out MC cause the the rest of the bros went out for groceries
Yan, you've clearly got the goods with this thirst. Oh boy! 😵‍💫🥵
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Poly MC X Beelzebub
Warning: 18+, NSFW, gender not mentioned. MC is afab. Oral MC receiving. Cum eating. MC being poly is implied.
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He'd been waiting to catch you alone all week, he usually has to share you with the rest of his brothers. Which is fine, but today he wants you all to himself. Needs you all to himself.
Satan and Asmo were on groceries this week, Lucifer has business at the demon lords castle, Levi was holed up in his room playing one of his new games, and his twin was fast asleep in the attic. This is the perfect setting for him to devour you.
He wants you, desperately. Wants to spread your legs wide and lap at your perfect little pussy. He's getting more and more worked up searching for you. He needs to find you now, needs to taste you.
Finally he catches your scent as he's passing the dinning room. You're bent over the table reaching for something, wearing an old jersey and cute little sleep socks. No wait that's one of his jerseys. He transforms into his demon form at that realisation.
One of his muscular arms wraps around your waist while he leans over you and nestles his head into your neck. Your cute little giggle turns to a low moan when he licks a path up to your ear and whispers into your ear.
"Morning cutie, can I have you for breakfast?"
His other hand slides up your thigh under the jersey, loosing all his restaint when his fingers find you bare. Fliping you on your back and spreading your legs wide.
"No panties? Did you want me to find you like this?" He presses his thumb into your clit making you squirm. His other arm lies across your stomach gripping your hip to hold you in place.
Your quite little stuttered "m-maybe" isn't enough of an answer for him. He lowers his head and bites your inner thigh, before licking at the mark loving the way you're squeal turns into a breathy moan.
"Do you like it when I take you like this?" Spreading your swollen lower lips with his fingers, his hot breath giving you a taste of whats to come. He looks up at you between your legs, you're chest heaving as you pant down at him.
"Do you?" He asks you again before he licks between your spread lips. He almost doesn't register your cries of "yes!, yes! f-fuck yes!" He's too busy relishing in your sweet taste, he can't get enough of it. His tongue swirls expertly around your clit before he sucks it into his warm mouth.
He smirkes as he feels your hands grab onto his horns and try and force him further into your core. He's more then happy to give you want you want, letting go of your clit his big tongue pushes its way inside your tight wet hole. Groaning again as your slick coats his tongue.
More he needs more, his thumb rubs your clit in circles as he continues to tongue fuck you. You're clearly close to giving him what he was after to begin with, with how you're rutting into his face with abandon.
"S-so close Beel." He hears you whine. Fuck, he's never wanted you to cum so bad. Desperate to have it all to himself this time. You cry out as he latches back onto your clit and inserts two of this thick fingers in to you.
Sucking and swirling his tongue as he pumps and angles his fingers perfectly to hit that spot inside of you that makes your grip his horns tighter and scream his name.
He loves it when you cum, it's violent, beautiful, and this time all for him. Your whole body shakes as you come down from your high, moans of his name turn to panting, the tight grip on his horns now gentle strokes in his hair. And his favourite part your sweet cream that covers the lower half of his face.
He's still cleaning you up with his tongue when he hears the slow drag of feet in the hallway and then the annoyed 'tsk' before a "No fair Beel, we always share."
He growls into your pussy only loud enough for you to hear, you giggle and give a gentle tug on his hair forcing him to look into your bright, happy eyes. Your hand caresses his cheek lovingly and he wants to sink his cock into right then and there. But he turns to his twin instead, your slick still coating his chin.
"Sorry Belphie, I couldn't help it."
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Anyway! Sorry this took so long, I clearly took it a little too far then a regular thirst post. I'll do better next time I swear! 🌻🌻
Pink moon dividers by firefly-graphics
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Hi! I hope u are doing well, i saw u were doing match ups and i wanted to request one.
Idk whT to put uh ill explain my personality.
I have a mmbti what whatever as enfp, i am also an aries.
Im 5’4
I am shy at first but once u get to know me just am very outgoing.
I have bad handwriting and insecure alot but even then i act social and put a front up, making sue no one around me is sad. Though i tend to babble and ramble alot;
Anyway uh i like to bake and draw, i dont like to party nor stay inside slot so im in the middle when it comes to being social and not.
Even though im a scaredy cat im not afraid to stand up for others. I am an air head but love to read and learn new things. Thats all ill put lol but ye
Ty!
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Hello lovely 🍒 Nonnie <3 it's been a HOT minute since I've written any kind of match-ups so please forgive me if it's lacking. I am but a weenie wiggling my way back into the word vomiting :') (Matched by Angel💜 ) ANYWAY! ONTO THE MATCH UP!! I match you with Lucifer!
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At first, he would probably not pay much attention to you, your shyness keeping you quiet and reserved. (out of sight out of mind vibes.) However, as you grow more comfortable in the House of Lamentation and grow more bubbly and open his eyes will start to drift to you more and more and over time he will find your personality endearing and infectious.
Your handwriting? not an issue, I mean... I HC that Mammon's handwriting is a garbled mess of scribbles so he would probably be used to it. Though he may tease lightly, as long as it doesn't upset you too much or even convince you to practice. though that would be more for his enjoyment. what do you mean you can't concentrate sitting on his lap? Obviously, this is the best position to be in so he could circle an arm around you, grasping your wrist to assist you in learning cursive ;)
You bake? instant up points for 1, you will be able to make delicious desserts when it's your turn to make dinner, and his baby brother Beel will be happy. (yes, he will also demand to try your bakes before anyone else. he has to make sure they are suitable after all.) and 2, being in the kitchen with you, you baking and him sitting at the kitchen aisle while he drinks his coffee watching you go about your work, well I believe he would find those domestic moments to be a perfect recharge for him. Finally allowing him a moment of respite and a few perfect moments to recharge.
Your middle ground of sociability would be a good thing for Mr Morningstar. We all know this man has to be social when needed or when accompanying Dai to functions or whatnot, but he also thrives in his alone time. Thus you will always be the perfect plus 1 for him, matching his middle-ground energy and he would have to worry too much about you getting out of hand at parties. When you both feel a bit too socially drained? time to make a little escape together and recharge without anybody questioning it.
Finally, your bravery would be a huge point of pride to him. Sure you may be scared easily but you do not let that fear control you when you need to protect what you love. Standing up in the face of danger regardless of how terrified you are? well, that's true bravery and you should be proud of yourself. He probably would tell you so at some point. after a particularly scary moment, he will let you know how much he respects you and how you should be proud of yourself. Fear does not control you, you control your fear.
Honorable Mention - Satan!
Again your half-and-half social standing gives cat vibes. we all know Satan is a cat in demon form at this point. one moment getting all the attention and the next he vibes in his room to read and chill out. you could both spend hours just relaxing quietly together in his room, spending time together reading without saying a word to each other. but those moments are so important to him because you are there. But then again, when he gets invited to any restaurant opening, concert, sports game, or anything else from his mass of contacts? well, you will be right there with him. perfect spontaneous date nights are inbound! :3
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MC: Beel I have a request
Beel: What is it?
MC: Can you please NOT come out of the shower in just your towel?
Beel: Eh? Why?
MC: It’s hard to restrain myself from running my hands all over your abs
Beel: But you can touch my chest if you want to
Beel: I don’t mind at all
Beel: MC why are you cackling like that?
Beel: ???
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