You guess you spoiled Belphie a little bit too much. Being the youngest, he had a bad habit of leaning into it, acting bratty toward his brothers and especially toward you, because he knew you’d give in. Right now, he was stretched out across your lap in the living room, arms loosely wrapped around your waist while you gently ran your fingers through his hair.
Every time you stopped, he made a quiet sound of protest and shifted closer, clearly demanding more attention without even opening his eyes. You sighed but kept going, letting him get away with it again.
“I am staying,” you replied softly, adjusting the blanket around him and letting him use your arm like a pillow. He smiled, smug even in his sleepiness, fully aware that none of his brothers would be allowed to do this.
That was when a shadow fell over you. Lucifer's gaze moved from Belphie’s satisfied expression, to your hand in his hair. “MC, you do realize you’re encouraging this behavior.”
You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but Lucifer raised a finger. “No. If you keep indulging him like this, he will only get worse.”
Belphie tightened his hold on you and muttered, “You’re just jealous.”
Lucifer’s eye twitched.
You sighed, finally lifting your hand away from Belphie’s hair. He whined immediately, clearly offended. Lucifer watched with a look of relief mixed with frustration. “Thank you,” he said. “For everyone’s sake... please remember he is still a demon.”
Belphie sulked, rolling off your lap. But the moment Lucifer turned away, he glanced back at you with a lazy grin already certain you’d spoil him again later.
how sensitive are their horns? according to me and my hc. Can be interpreted anyway you want probably, but i’m not a writer so i dont know if i wrote this to be accurate, but it’s my hc so it’s probably okay…
it’s 2 am and i lowkey am going insane, let me go to sleeppp
lucifer:
- sensitive but won’t let it show
- sometimes he slips up but you really can’t tell a soul or else
- dont even get me started on how sensitive his wings are especially when you touch them
Mammon:
- not that sensitive but sensitive when you touch them cuz he loooooveeeees youuuuu
- lowkey blushing like a mf and trying not to but fails and HATES that’s he’s failing so bad
- ends up just giving into your touch
- his wings aren’t really sensitive, but he does like it when you touch them
Levi:
- surprisingly not sensitive like you thought they would be
- his tail, on the other hand….
- gets really embarrassed by your touch and feels like he doesn’t deserve your attention like this….he won’t protest tho
Satan:
- id like to think that they are really sensitive especially when he’s mad
- your touch might actually kill this guy
- he’s kind of embarrassed about it so be nice and gentle
- id also like to think that his tail is sharp because it’s like protective armor that can retract and contract because his tail is extremely sensitive and makes him vulnerable especially when angry so he has his tail armor up 10/10 when he has it out. but for you, maybe he’d make an exception
Asmo:
- yeah and he loves it, he lowkey begs for you to touch his horns from time to time because it feels so nice when you touch them
- his wings too
- he appreciates your touch so much tbh, it’s the biggest compliment you could ever give him
- (off topic but i feel like he might be a little JUST A LITTLE insecure of his demon form when you first meet, so you accepting him like this means a lot to him and genuinely you accepting all the brothers demon forms, means a lot to them too)
Beel:
- not really but he does like when you touch them, it’s like petting him in a way
- when you touch them when he’s eating he’s literally “💕🥰💕”
- his wings are technically sensitive because they’re fragile so please do be careful when you touch them
belphie:
- it’s a yes and no, i feel like one horn is more sensitive than the other and which one can be up to you.
- i feel like it depends on his mood and the mood
- he melts to your touch and just falls asleep on you while you touch them so make sure you guys aren’t standing for whatever reason
- his tail is sensitive, either way you touching it will put him straight to sleep
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pardon any grammatical errors etc, im so sleepy and i typed w/o my glasses
if you could do r trying on a new pheromone perfume and the brothers (separately) are js like 👁️👁️ and suddenly pounces on them and readers js so confused you’d literally be godsent😫
(my inspiration was that one Rafayel scene from lds-)
suggestive || bonus characters bc harem || whether or not Mc knew it was pheromone perfume is up for debate || 1.k wc
Lucifer pauses for a brief second while not faltering in what he was doing, subtly trying to detect the cause of the scent invading every sense of his. He's one of the quickest to figure it out, eyes darkening as he empties his hands before gripping your waist and pulling you as close as physically possible; his face is in your neck before you can even blink and you both stay like that for a moment before he's silently tugging you to wherever he can sit down with you on top of him
Mammon's head snaps up so fast it almost hurts, eyes zeroing in on you. He knows where the scent is coming from, but he just doesn't understand why you suddenly smell even better than usual...he ain't shy as he slides his fingers over your wrist, up your forearm, going until he's caressing the slope of your neck. His breathing is shaky and his voice cracks a little when he whispers how intoxicated you're making him feel. He's got you laid down against the closest flat surface so he can run his hands over you, nose buried against the underside of your jaw as he breathes you in until he's damn near drunk off it
Levi's tail acts faster than he does, curling around your thighs and yanking you closer before he catches up with the action. His embarrassment is cut off when he finally registers the smell, too, and suddenly his face is red for a different reason. He'll fire off a million questions, adding his own jumbled thoughts in between, subconsciously latching every possible limb around you; his face is buried against your chest, fangs accidentally brushing the skin as he stutters out apologies, but doesn't stop
Satan perks up much like a cat, intense blue-green hues staring you down like he's ready to actually pounce. He approaches slowly, trying to figure out the source of your new scent on the way over, but ultimately decides to bury himself against you— your neck, chest, shoulder, nape— breathily asking what you were doing to him. He feels like he's been drugged, almost like a feline with catnip, but it's so dizzily good that he can't complain. Drags you off to where no one will be able to find you, so that your scent won't find anyone but him
Asmo is giddy the second he catches a wiff, easily pinpointing the reason for your scent change, and the exact listing of the brand you used. He's shameless as he requests a thorough product review, rubbing his frame up against yours as he holds you from behind, eyes peering over your shoulder with a bright pink hue. Cheekily insists that you’re better off without so many clothes on, wanting your scent to rub off on him so you can match (and so he can smell it for the rest of the day).
Beel is confused when the food in his mouth isn’t tasting as good as it should. The scent invades his nose, making his eyes search for what has to be a delicious source, only to find you instead of something edible. He’s all over you, mumbling out apologies and that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, asking won’t you please let him just…be near you? He trails after you like a puppy, not really sure why you’re captivating his entire being with just your smell. His mouth eventually finds your neck, nibbling and sucking as he tries to get a ‘taste’ of that scent.
Belphie, while unwilling to get up out of his spot, is instantly at attention with eyes following you around the room. He’ll whine and complain until he’s got you at his side, trapping you in his arms and against his lounging form. He’s almost tense, as he inhales that new scent, like a ram waiting to charge. His tone is lazy and drawn out, but tinged with a need that he’s confused about, yet so willing to dive into. He’s surrounded by you, literally and figuratively, as he keeps you tight in his arms, not above begging to get his way.
Diavolo is so fucking clueless, wide eyes blinking up at you almost innocently as he asks if you were wearing a new perfume. He finds himself inching closer to you, gaze never leaving your figure for long— a gaze that get darker and more lidded as time passes. He’s still clueless as ever, yet doesn’t mind the mystery since he’s always willing for an excuse to be with you. His cheeks are flushed and his touch a tad hesitant, but it all flies out the window when you allow him to bury his face against your abdomen, kneeling on the floor, letting his mind swim.
Barbatos takes one glance at you after catching on to the scent and knows, but unlike the pudding incident when he fled the scene, he’s coiling you up with his tail and keeping you impossibly close, unwilling to let anyone have you this time. Unabashedly, his nose is trailing along the slope of your neck, lips brushing the skin as he places slow kisses over all the right spots. Whether or not he does or doesn’t have time to spare, he’s whisking you away and trapping you against his frame, almost begging you to let him be selfish and improper as he inhales your scent with an abandon that would usually make him pause; he can forgive himself, if it’s because of you, unwilling to let go of this opportunity at your eager answer of ‘yes’.
Mephisto almost trips as he passes you by in the hallways of RAD, whirling around to gape at you rather dumbly. Stubbornly fights the urge to follow you for all of thirty seconds before he’s trailing after you with urgency. Manages to simply walk alongside you and keep polite small talk just until you’re both out of eyesight, because then he’s pulling you towards him and groaning, asking what the hell you thought you were doing walking around other demons while smelling so good. It’s a struggle to keep a dignified facade when he’s rushing you down the corridor— but once he gets you in a room, it’s all crumbling as he latches his lips to your neck’s pulse point. The Newspaper Club’s office is closed until further notice.
Solomon doesn’t really register the smell at first, both because it’s more subtle for humans, and because he was playing around with various potions— but once he did catch the smell after you’d gotten closer, he’s swiping everything to the side and placing you on the table instead. He is allll over you, not even hiding the flush on his cheeks as he inhales your scent; practically panting in the crook of your neck. Apologizes if you had something planned later, because he’s keeping you for the rest of the day, wanting to experiment with your new perfume. He knows he’s being overly touchy and a…bit desperate, but just indulge in his whims, yeah?
Simeon’s pretty sure that his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He couldn’t understand why he felt so warm and fuzzy all the sudden, but had a feeling it was probably because of you (because only you could make him feel this way). Shyly asks if he could sit closer to you, pleasantly surprised when you tug his head to rest in your lap. His fingers lift your shirt up just enough for him to press his nose against a sliver of skin, face buried against your stomach as his hands grip and massage your thighs. Genuinely content to just lay there and let your scent consume him, though he won’t argue if you ask to help him out.
Raphael…thinks he’s sick. Which is odd, because he hasn’t been sick in a few centuries, but then again..you make him feel…odd. Which is why he walked straight up to you and flat out asked if you were doing it on purpose— why did you smell so good? Why was it making him like this?? He’ll have to be guided, your hand leading both of his to your hips, his head tucking into your neck. He’s still confused, but more than willing to investigate. You’re so..enchanting…he can make idle complaints all day long, but he refuses to let go of you now. He likes how it feels. And he likes the way you react to him.
Pt. 1
Tags: gender neutral reader, free use, public sex, semi-public sex, minor dom/sub, somnophilia, minor food play, oral, improper use of magic and spells, exhibitionism, cum eating, everyone is a switch in my mind
Satan has never really had a preference for where he takes you—his room, yours, the house library, the school library, an empty classroom, the middle of the hallway—as long as he can bury his cock in your heat, he's happy. That being said, he does especially love fucking you somewhere Lucifer will hear, or, even better, see. Knowing that his eldest brother is being forced to listen in while he pulls the prettiest little noises out of his favorite human brings him almost as much pleasure as actually using your body.
And let's not skip over his love of public spaces—more often than not, a study or reading date will end in you pushed against shelves of books or bent over an old wooden table, the mercy of Satan's hand pressed to your lips a rare occurrence. If you want to keep it quiet, you're on your own—and he'll do everything he can to make it as hard as possible, his cock hitting all the right places in your tight little holes to force stuttering moans bubbling up out of your throat.
And oh, if you're willing, he sure would love to practice some spells! There's no such thing as too much studying, and don't you agree that you could use a bit more help? His brain will immediately go to the possibility of using a weak binding spell, making your body entirely vulnerable to anything he wanted to do—or maybe even something to give you cute fluffy ears and a nice long tail, his perfect little kitty to pet and pamper, to tease and fuck; but he wouldn’t be against having the tables turned…
Asmodeus takes his job as the Avatar of Lust very, very seriously—if you’re not weak, dizzy, and brainless from pleasure, is life really worth living? He takes advantage more than any of the others, with especial joy coming from pulling you away from life’s meaningless boredomes; from the chores Lucifer assigned, from dinner duty, from lonesome studying, from test taking—anywhere he can get his skilled hands, tongue, cock, or voice on your sweet body.
Silent footsteps will creep up behind you in the kitchen—never when you’re holding something dangerous, he doesn’t want to risk harm coming to his beautiful face or his lovely human—going entirely unnoticed until a sharp rip reaches your ears, followed close behind by wet warmth licking a stripe over your sex, Asmo moaning low at your taste. Or maybe you’ll find a hand down the front of your uniform during Seductive Speechcraft class, masking the little sounds you can’t hold back as your body’s natural reaction to his magic.
Really though, the main thing that gets him riled up is being able to take you where everyone will see. Front and center stage of a nightclub, legs spread wide for a livestream, the main course of his many parties—Asmo wants all of the Devildom to see his perfect darling at the time you look your best; face twisted with the pleasure he gives you. Your demon isn’t a selfish lover—why should your beauty be kept all for himself?
Beel, on the other hand, wasn’t entirely sure why you wanted to offer yourself up freely—his sex drive isn’t as high as most of his brothers, and he feels like you fulfill him perfectly, he’d never ask for more than you give. The next time he sees you in the kitchen, bent just slightly over a boiling pot for dinner, he understands. The smell of food, and your offer, sparked something in him—he’d hoisted you up on the countertop, brushing aside a couple of used mixing bowls and utensils so he’d have enough room to lean you back and fuck his cock deep inside you.
While he filled you, he also filled himself—taking advantage of the space to smear warm food over your skin and lick it back off, his stomach growling impatiently. The combination of your little—in comparison—body, mixed with the lovely scents of sweat, steam, and cooking, had him cumming faster than usual; growling low in his throat as he worked his spend deeper with shallow thrusts. When he finished, pulling away from between your limp legs, he dropped to his knees—eating the mess from between your thighs as though it was the most amazing thing in the world.
That tends to be where you find yourself fucked when it comes to the second youngest, taking advantage of the accessible food so he can sate himself in every way at once—it’s about the closest he’s gotten to the celestial realm since his fall. Every so often though, you might find yourself at Beel’s whims in another setting—the school cafeteria, his thick fingers rapidly pumping in and out of your needy hole with one hand, stuffing his face with the other; or maybe Hell’s Kitchen, stashed away in the darkest corner where waiters can hardly tell what the avatar of gluttony is doing to you.
Belphie is usually too tired to engage in spontaneous sex like the others; he likes to keep it basic—curled up together in bed, legs tangled and skin flushed as he lazily fucks his cock deep inside. His hips only speed up at the very end, pushing you both towards the edge until you cum just as softly and tiredly as you’d started, slow pulses and breathy sighs rather than high-pitched moans and shaking limbs. And, fun bonus, he gets to fall asleep immediately after—using you as a body pillow.
However, there is one big exception. Late at night, when the whole house is silent save for the normal groans and creaks of ancient architecture, Belphie sometimes finds himself wide awake, no amount of tossing and turning making him comfortable. Those days, he’ll seek you out—slip beneath your covers, wrap his limbs tight enough that your slumbering body can’t squirm away, and slip his cock between your thighs. His hands will snake around your front, softly groping your stomach as his fingers dip low enough to play with you properly.
Usually that will be plenty, dragging his leaking head up against your groin just enough to tease the idea of pushing inside while you unconsciously writhe back—begging him for it. However, every so often, he’ll need a little more. Flipping you onto your back, cushioned by pillows and blankets, he’ll whisper some weak magic—making sure you stay asleep as long as he needs you to.
