Okay, in the first season of the game, we see that even though the siblings love each other, their relationship is a little strained, actually, quite strained. That’s why Mc’s arrival and their knack for sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong gradually helps mend those relationships.
So now imagine Beel’s games. Before the exchange program, his brothers would wish him luck, congratulate him if he won, and offer words of encouragement, but they never went to watch him play. Beel had never really stopped to think about it; he simply assumed his brothers were busy with other things. It was a time when everyone went their separate ways, and everyone accepted that as the norm.
Until Mc arrived, and after Chapter 16 and patching things up between the brothers, they made sure everyone was there for all of Beel’s games. The seven of them sat in the front row, wearing matching T-shirts with Beel’s number on them, holding up banners, and cheering at the top of their lungs to support the sixth-born.
Lucifer watched every move intently; Mammon and Asmo were cheering their little brother on at the top of their voices, while Satan and Belphie were using every ounce of their strength (Mc and their pacts were holding them back) to threaten anyone who said a word to Beel, and Levi and Mc were waving makeshift pom-poms with great enthusiasm.
Beel went from resigning himself to the fact that they would never come to looking for his family in the crowd. Every time he spotted them, a big smile would spread across his face, and he’d feel even more motivated to play. Afterward, they’d all go out to eat and talk about the plays or the game in general. For Beel, though, the best part was just being there, all together; after all this time, he finally understood that this was what he’d always wanted.
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When the brothers say so often that Mc changed their lives, I’d like them to go into more detail about the ways in which they changed their lives, how they became such an integral part of their daily routines that they were indispensable.
Beelzebub and Belphegor x MC HC's | SFW and NSFW ⛓️
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In honour of their birthday, here are some headcanons of Beel and Belphie x MC (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) (both separate and Attic Club Sandwich)
CW: Oral sex, threesome, foodplay, dry humping, NSFW under cut
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SFW:
Beelzebub:
❤️ You're taking Beel out on his birthday, spoiling him with the finest cuisine for the majority of the day. He's in a good mood, being able to save some meals to take home for Belphie and possibly the rest of the family.
❤️ You two would go shopping as well, buying snacks or souvenirs. Beel would let you decide what looks good on him like little accessories or even full on outfits for certain occasions.
❤️ Cuddling in front of the TV and watching cooking shows is his usually favourite past time with you but on his birthday, he pays no attention to the screen and looks at you, spending time just reminiscing on past memories or admiring you.
❤️ Always saying sweet words like how much he loves that you're a part of the family and how you make him feel more full than anything he's ever eaten.
Belphegor:
💜Belphie is not one to really go all out on his birthday, but he'll take the advantage so you could spoil him the entire day. He'd love to keep you in the attic the whole time, but there are some things he really does want to show you.
💜 He'll take you to get your fortune read with him, despite being fully confident in what the future will look like with you. If you'll let him, Belphie will take time and explain to you what the different tarot cards mean if you didn't know yet.
💜 You two would also find the most secluded area with relaxing background noise, such as a lazily flowing stream or a weak wind rustling the trees. He sits you down and watches constellations with you, pointing out the stars him and Beel are, but also the one that belongs to you.
💜 It surprises Belphie greatly how easy it was to pass time here and he didn't feel as tired. He's almost afraid to go to sleep now in case you mysteriously disappeared somewhere. It's been a long time since he's felt this content and willing to be awake.
Attic Club Sandwich:
✦ The twins are both clingier than ever as they get to have you for the entire day just for themselves. You spend most of the early day going out to eat at restaurants with exotic cuisines and finding places to take good pictures.
✦ The two argue about who should feed you first and who you should feed, and both of them have such a heartbreaking look if you even looked at the other twin.
✦ Not wanting to deal with the rest of the brothers in the house just yet, Belphegor suggests going to somewhere with a good view of the Devildom and its night sky. The three of you lie on the grass, you in between them as they both settle for cuddling a part of you each.
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NSFW:
Beelzebub:
❤️ You know that Beelzebub's waiting on you for the main course AND dessert. He's going down on you while you're in his bed, grinding against the mattress as he gains all his pleasure from your sounds and the way your gripping his hair so tightly.
❤️ He's also most likely drizzling something like honey or syrup across your body, licking it up and sucking hickeys onto your body as he moves. If he's in a good enough mood, he'd let you stack donuts on it and let you eat them off without trying to eat them himself.
❤️ No matter how rough Beelzebub may seem in the foreplay or going down on you, the main act is surprisingly sweet and intimate. His voice drops an octave, murmuring praise as he takes you in a mating press, his movements rough, but passionate.
❤️ He also murmurs how much he loves and cherishes you, his mouth finding your neck, claiming you and committing your taste to memory, as if it was his last night with you.
Belphegor:
💜 You two would most likely either be in the attic or on a blanket he brought for the two of you to stargaze. It'd be a surprise to both of you how romantic and intimate Belphie can be in private. His touch is gentle, yet confident as he explores your body with his hands and mouth.
💜 He's more likely to mark you up, but not out of pure possessiveness or even jealousy. But out of his overwhelming affection that he feels for you. Belphie wants you to claim him as much as he does as well. His voice is soft, breathy, whimpering in your ear about how good you feel.
💜 Belphie would gently grind up against you, his hips following no specific rhythm as he chases the feeling of your body against his crotch. He's much slower, but not due to laziness, Belphie just wants to savour the moment.
💜 His arms wrap around you tightly and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he thrusts up into you with deep, long thrusts. He only sneaks a glance at you once or twice to watch your expressions, too afraid he's going to cum too fast. And even then, he's so eager to please you that he'll let you keep going.
Attic Club Sandwich:
✦ This time, the two automatically sandwich you between them, very eager to make you feel good. Usually, Beelzebub is in front and caressing your chest and abdomen as Belphie's hands are a bit more daring, removing your clothes from behind. They're so overwhelming in such a good way, you could let your head fall back on either of their shoulders and they'll turn their head to kiss your cheek.
✦ Due to their telepathic abilities, they don't need to exchange a single word as they pull away from touching you to prolong your pleasure. Belphegor is often cradling you in his lap from behind and caressing your skin as Beel eats you out with reckless abandon. But they're quick to switch positions if they feel that you might be cumming too fast.
✦ Or you might be going down on Beelzebub as Belphegor takes you from behind, leaving hickeys and bite marks along your back. The dual sensation is easily overwhelming but pleasurable with Beel's accidental tendencies to tug on you too hard and Belphie's nails digging into your hips until his knuckles turn ghostly white.
✦ Belphie might finger you while Beel distracts you with his lips, swallowing every moan and every little noise you make. You can always tease them back by giving attention to one of them over the other for a moment or grinding your backside against one of them while facing the other. They're very quick to give in to what you need from them.
A/N: The first prompt, where Beel wanted a snack, and not the usual kind he craves.
Masterlist
All you can do is pant, fluid forming at the corner of your eyes as the muscles of your sex tighten for the umpteenth time. Your hips rolling forward and lifting as you try to gain yourself the smallest reprieve.
It’s not enough.
A deep groan from Beel, the wet muscle of his tongue twisting while still inside of your moist heat. His usual insatiable hunger for food replaced temporary by the need to drown in the fluid he’s been pulling from your body for the last hour. The pressure above your hips shifts, his large hands that feel like an inferno grip you harder, pulling your skin taut between his fingers as he pulls you back. So your dripping pussy is right above his mouth with his nose able to bump into the bundle of nerves intermittently that makes you see stars through the tears.
“Beel! Please!” Almost screaming as you try to break away from his onslaught. “I can’t take anymore!”
Another groan with his tongue spreading wide to lap up and down your slit before pulling back, unaware of the strands of fluid connecting the two of you. “Just one more.” The action of licking his lips has the wide muscle ghosting the edge of pussy making you whine. “Just one more.” Tilting his head to kiss the inside of your thigh. “Grab my horns, they’ll help. Just one more and you can rest.”
“One more.” You agree, not sure how your body is even still producing the slick you can feel dripping down your thighs from inside your core. Grabbing his horns to try and steady your exhausted body as he dives back in, pulling you flush to his face so he can enjoy his meal.
I always think about how Mammon raised some of his brothers, like the twins. I know they were all created as adults and never were children, being Luke the only exception. But the idea of Mammon raising little mischievous angels makes me very happy. So I drew this:
Angels series: Next ->
Edit: edited the original illustration 'cause I found some errors 💀
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Here's the fun one, ready to feel really bad? No? Well we have fluff somewhere on this blog, I think, just not here. Btw I headcanon that the twins are actually triplets with Lilith because I'm the angst guy with the bag of bricks.
TW: unkissed bricks, lesson 16, I apologise to Beel fans in advance
There is a funny thing about triplets; when a triplet dies the remaining two are still supposed to be referred to as triplets. The "twins" of the Morningstar family are triplets indeed, but the word triplet without an existing presence means they would have to admit someone so close to them was long lost. Beelzebub and Belphegor were twins because they could not admit a triplet was gone and the rest of the household accepted it as they couldn't imagine losing someone in that particular position. Beelzebub and Belphegor understood each other perfectly as triplets pretending to be twins, at least that was what Beel thought before the incident. It's called an incident because an accident means it was unintentional, and Belphegor wanted to hurt his brothers, to kill Mc.
Beel sat on the edge of the bed, facing the wall instead of Belphegor. He had not slept since the incident, no longer knowing if he knew Belphegor well enough to think he wouldn't invade his dreams. Beel could feel Belphegor's eyes burning into his back but he couldn't turn to look at the stranger in his brother's body. Neither had really spoken since Belphegor had killed Mc, and Belphegor was never one to make efforts to break silence.
"Belphie.... if you died, would I not be a twin anymore, the way we stopped calling ourselves triplets?"
Beel sniffed as Belphegor sat there stunned. Belphegor didn't know Beel feel that way in the slightest, then again their talks never went that deep when they could usually predict each other's choices. Beelzebub turned to look at his brother instead of the wall.
"If Lucifer didn't save you, and you were executed for treason... does that mean you would have preferred I saved Lilith in the war?" Tears now ran down Beelzebub's cheeks "I-If you resent me for that decision please just say so instead of throwing your life away, please" Beel sobbed "I don't want to lose you too."
Belphegor climbed out of his bed and stumbled from the sheet still wrapped around his ankle. He cursed it for keeping him away from Beel but he wasted no more time in making it to Beelzebub's side. It was in that moment Belphegor realized he had never comforted anyone in his entire life, not even Beel, Mammon and Lucifer were the ones that did so for both of them after the war. Beel reached for his twin and clutched Belphegor's shirt like he was the one that got shot by that arrow all that time ago. Beel's breathing was uneven and he could almost feel Lilith and Mc's blood on his hands like he was the one that did it.
"You didn't have to take someone else from me to show you resent my decision, you could have just said so instead of taking them away from all of us, please just tell me I did bad instead."
Belphegor held Beel's hand and got out his phone to text Mammon, he hated texting the scumbag but there was no one else in the world who could comfort Beelzebub as well, to think that was something people would have thought of Belphegor before now but he sat there without a clue since they never actually talked about this. In under a minute Mammon arrived to a panicked baby brother and a crying one. Mammon sighed and sat on the bed, taking Beel into his arms and humming the lullaby Lucifer used to use to sing them all to sleep. Beel sobbed into Mammon's chest while Belphegor sat there helplessly.
Mammon extended an arm to Belphegor as well, because even though Belphegor had hurt everyone that didn't mean he wasn't family. Unfortunately Belphegor didn't feel the same way anymore and stayed back. Mammon sighed and put all his focus back on Beelzebub. Mammon stayed after Beelzebub fell asleep, looking at Belphegor with something in between pity and disappointment. Mammon adjusted Beel and tucked him in like he used to, using the one spell he knew for dreamless sleep on his baby brother. Belphegor got off Beel's bed and Mammon guided him back to his own, tucking him in as well.
"Mammon...."
"Yeah Belphie?"
"Do you think Beel will forgive me."
"He doesn't even blame ya, not that ya don't deserve blame. I told ya that ya really fucked up Belphie. Just go to sleep, Luci 'n I will sort it out with him tomorrow."
Mammon clicked off the lights and checked on Beel one last time before heading out. Belphegor didn't sleep and just stared at Beel's form across from him, alit only bye the glowing stars Asmo helped them put up ages ago. Belphegor couldn't even bring himself to go over and wipe the remaining tears off Beel's face. There really was no hope for Belphegor after what he's done, was there?
