Random buuuut what about an MC that is oblivious to them wanting to make love?
a/n: i went with the brothers, since i assume u meant them :3 sry they're a little short😓
cw: fluff, suggestive, mentions of sex, implied fem!reader in mammon's, one suicide joke in belphie's
brothers with an mc who is oblivious
lucifer
- he thinks it's endearing at first; how you never seem to understand what his wandering hands mean
- he kisses your neck, whispers into your ear how much he wants you, and you just go "but i'm right here!" for the love of diavolo PLEASE mc
- he loves to tease, so when you unintentionally deflect all his attempts through pure obliviousness he starts to get annoyed oopsie
- you're immune to his ways, and it forces him to be blunt with you. it's not that he's incapable of doing that, he just enjoys a bit of a game beforehand
- finally snaps one night during a makeout session and cages you underneath him in his bed after you fail to recognize the growing bulge in his pants
- leaves a slow, steadily painful bite in the skin of your shoulder as he growls about how much he needs to be inside you
- when he raises his head to see you flushed and wide-eyed, he almost feels bad for scaring you. almost, because not a second later your lips are on his again, hands pulling his own to your shirt hem
mammon
- is constantly walking around his room shirtless, usually in grey sweatpants, obscenely stretching and groaning and you are just. sitting on his bed :) not a care in the world :)
- eventually you ask if he wants a massage with all that noise he's making. he readily takes you up on this offer. finally, you're making a move!
- you beat the fuck out of his back.
- it wasn't really hurting to begin with, and now he isn't sure his muscles are even solid anymore. he thinks acupuncture would've been a more delightful experience, but he keeps that to himself with the way you're naively beaming at him
- tries to grope your chest when you cuddle. when you let him, it's because "they're pretty good stress balls haha :3" ur stressing his balls goddammit
- one night while you're watching a movie he takes your hand and brings it to his chest. slowly, slowly runs it down his body, keeping an eye on you the whole time
- he's like, 99% positive you want him too but that 1% keeps him from fully bringing your hand to his dick. he damn near cries tears of joy when you make the move yourself
leviathan
- yall ain't gettin nowhere ain't doin SHIT
- you're too oblivious to notice the way he blushes and squirms when you get too close, and he's too scared to tell you he's tryna fuck :(
- he's terrified you'll finally see his true, evil, perverted ways (okay guy) and leave him, so he wills his boners down through pure determination undertale reference
- you think he just doesn't want to have sex with you, which is upsetting, sure, but it's okay you love him anyways!! poor guy is jerking off to your smell on his hoodie every night
- it all comes to a head when you sit in his lap one night, the two of you on your bed as he shows you some new game on his handheld
- you shift just right and within a minute he's rock hard beneath you, despite his best efforts to think about gross things like vomit or Mammon's face
- he's immediately stuttering an apology until you grab his face and kiss him hard, muttering something against his lips about how "the only thing you should be apologizing for is not coming to me sooner"
satan
- out of all the brothers, i think he enjoys the "chase" the most. he finds a sense of satisfaction in figuring out what flusters you, using that to his advantage when trying to get you to notice his growing desire
- likes to play footsie with you when you study, or press his chest to your back when he grabs a book on a too-high self, just to see your face get heated
- picks out demon biology books that have... interesting illustrations to see if you get the hint. you don't, instead successfully memorizing the 17 parts of their reproductive systems
- as much as he enjoys toying with you, he's sure he'd enjoy being inside you way more. after one too many deflections in a day, his demon form peeks out
- he agitatedly snaps the tip of his tail against the ground, glaring daggers at anyone who dares to breathe in his vicinity
- you innocently ask him what's wrong, immediately going to calm him down as you normally would; hand on his chest, voice soft and sweet
- it's all too much for him though - the next thing you know he's got you pinned to the door of his bedroom, almost snarling into your skin all the things he's dreamed of doing to you
asmodeus
- oh you are KILLING him. he's, like, the horniest guy in all three worlds and you are somehow interpreting his hand on your ass as casual affection
- he could splay himself out naked on your bed, rose in his mouth, and you'd be like "omg cuddle time :3" he is losing. his. MIND.
- when he does skincare with you he insists on using this specific oil on your ass and thighs. you let him, because he's so caring and sweet and obviously it's just good for your skin!
- damn near bangs his head on the wall because he is literally groping you and you seemingly don't care
- there are times he knows he turns you on too, as the Avatar of Lust and all, but you still don't do anything about it
- you don't mention it, you don't make a move, and you don't return what is obviously sensual affection when he throws it your way! wtf mc >:(
- eventually plainly asks if you even want to have sex with him, pretty pout on his face, and you're like "wtf yes you just never made a move sigh😪"
- the entire Devildom heard him scream that day
beelzebub
- he is too much of a gentleman to throw himself onto you, as badly as he wants to. he's waiting for a big green light first
- can't help himself sometimes though; when he's carrying you bridal-style and you're staring up at him with those big doe eyes, telling him how you love how strong he is? boioioing
- during movie night, when you're sitting in his lap, he growls with each little movement you make. you assume it's his stomach and offer to get him more snacks. he cements his grip around your waist
- has broken the armrest of a chair by gripping his hands into it before. the reason? you sucking chocolate sauce off your fingers. he will probably do it again
- tries to get out all his frustration during workouts, except you insist on tagging along to be his spotter (like the weights he bench presses aren't 3x your size anyways)
- ends up with you underneath him as he does pushups, each one being rewarded with a kiss and your addictive smile
- he's half hard before he's done 10 pushups. his lips are halfway to yours before his dick gets to you first. needless to say, yall got in a different kind of training that night
belphegor
- probably gets irritated the quickest out of everyone. he wants you fully, like, yesterday
- he consistently gives you wet dreams about the two of you; everything he wishes he could do while you were awake, and then some
- when you wake up and don't even mention any dreams to him, he decides he simply has to up the ante. starts whispering innuendos to you before bed - every single one goes over your head bars
- purposefully does things he knows will piss you off, and then eggs you on to "punish" him. you decide on the silent treatment. he decides on suicide.
- wraps his tail around you when he's especially needy, and you just absentmindedly play with the fluffy end, fully unaware of how hot he's getting
- one night he falls asleep first as usual, spooning you; his arms tightly wrapped around you, full body pressed into yours
- he whimpers enough in his sleep for you to wake him up, worried he's having a nightmare. he reassures you it was quite the opposite, and asks - dick already hard - if he can show you just what his dream was about
There are just random unexplainable things they do to you
For example, when LUCIFER is walking past you in a narrow way, like in the kitchen, he would always bump his hips on to you to make you stumble a little bit and walk away like he did nothing.
Whenever MAMMON uses his deluxe 666 car and spotted you in the streets, best belive he's gonna press his foot on the gas and make that annoying "Vroom vroom~" sound at you, pull down and wink at you like a street pervert.
On the other hand, LEVIATHAN will always make you download every single app that makes it seem like you're a couple. Those widgets that has you taking care of the same pet and he would constantly remind you throughout the day to "Feed our children."
While SATAN is the one that would unconsciously hold doors open for you, would unconsciously hold the corners of tables when you bend down to pick something up.
ASMODEUS is cheeky, whenever he would see you, and I mean, anywhere. He would sneak up behind you and give your ass that hellishly painful pinch and run away laughing.
And BEELZEBUB is the type to massage you randomly. Like when he saw you sitting down, he would randomly place his hands on your shoulders then he would unconsciously start massaging you.
BELPHEGOR is still a menace and he knows when to strike. Whenever you're busy holding too many things, he would sneak behind you and press or kick you behind the knees to make them fold.
A thin line of table salt adorned the floor in front of your bedroom. You stood behind it and stared at the demons outside of your doorway. They were staring at the salt.
Leviathan laughed. It reminded him of a low-level defense from a tower defense game. "Is that supposed to keep us out? lol."
"Yeah. I think it's working," you said.
Satan put a hand on his hip. As far as he could tell, it was plain old table salt. No magical properties whatsoever. "How so?"
"Well, none of you are crossing it. Clearly, it's having some kind of effect."
Mammon balked. "Obviously, it's because we're respectin' your privacy!" He stood closest to the line, wanting to cross it most of all.
"You're respecting my privacy by... standing right outside my door?"
Mammon opened his mouth to counter, only to come up with nothing. He stood there with his fists clenched. The feather on his belt swayed as he tapped a foot impatiently, causing the nearest salt to shift a little.
The noise annoyed Asmodeus. "Mammon, go walk through the salt."
"Why me!?"
"This is ridiculous." Lucifer crossed his arms. "Clean this up. I don't even want to know how this will damage the floors if you leave it."
"It's not even doing anything," Satan pointed out.
"If it's not doing anything, then one of you should cross it," you suggested.
"Why don't you come out to us?" Belphegor proposed. "There's only one of you, seems more fair."
"Yeah!" Asmodeus took a step away from the salt, careful not to get any on his shoes, and raised his hands. "You can run into my arms if you'd like. I'll be sure to catch you."
Their stubbornness astounded you. "Or... You guys can just admit you don't want to cross this salt."
"It's regular salt." Beelzebub knew exactly what the substance was as soon as he laid eyes on it. Plus, the smell was unmistakable. His claim was irrefutable.
"Yes, exactly. Thank you, Beel. I've seen you eat it many times." You had even taken the bag from the shared kitchen.
"Did you try walking over it?" Leviathan asked. "How are we supposed to cross it if you won't?"
"I don't need to. I'm in my room."
"You should come to our room," Belphegor offered. He was getting tired of standing around.
"Come out this instant," Lucifer ordered.
You thought about it for a whopping two seconds. "I think I'm good. I'll be in my room. If any of you need me, feel free to come in."
You retreated back inside with the rest of the half-empty salt bag. The brothers stared at you with a mix of impatience and disbelief until the wall blocked you from view.
Sometimes the other demons at RAD felt jealous of the demon brothers. They could not understand how the brothers ended up with a master who was so kind and gentle, while some of them were stuck serving demons who were cruel, sadistic, and made them work nonstop without rest. It felt unfair.
They watched you closely and saw that you rarely gave orders. You only used that one loud command, “stay!”, when the brothers were fighting or about to destroy something. But most of the time, you were not a master to them at all.
They often saw you feeding Beel at Madam Scream, helping Lucifer with RAD errands, going along with Mammon’s silly plans even if they always ended in trouble, listening to Levi’s long anime talks, following Satan around the school grounds looking for a cat, brushing your hand through Belphie’s hair when he slept, and taking Devilgram photos for Asmo.
Watching all this made the lesser demons more jealous every day. What made it worse was how you were kind to them too. They didn’t know if you were doing it because you were careful around them or because you didn’t want to test their temper. You didn’t talk much, but you were fair and easy to work with, and that was enough to make some of them quietly admire you.
Slowly, a few even started to develop feelings. Some wanted to make a pact with you, thinking it would be nice to have a gentle master for once. But they never got the chance.
The brothers, especially Mammon, stopped them every time. Mammon in particular was always glued to your side. And when they try, he always chased them away.
