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Your First Kiss Headcanons | THE DEMON BROTHERS 2.7k words | NSFW | gn!Reader | Smutty Smooches Content warnings: Pining demons, anxiety/insecurity, mostly fluff and suggestive comments. Some cursing. Certain demons are a bit, uhh...steamier than others.

Where You Fit Perfectly

beelzebub x reader

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You’re half-asleep when you realize it’s quiet. Too quiet for the House of Lamentation. No arguing, no shouting, no distant crashes. Just warmth.

You blink awake to find Beel wrapped around you, one arm heavy over your waist, the other tucked beneath your head like he put it there on purpose. His breathing is slow and even, the steady rise and fall of his chest grounding you. You can smell faint traces of food on him—something sweet, something warm—and it makes you smile despite yourself.

Your stomach growls softly. Embarrassing. You try to shift away, but the arm around you tightens immediately.

“…you hungry?” Beelzebub murmurs, eyes still closed.

You laugh quietly. “Was it that obvious?”

He opens one eye and looks at you, fond and sleepy and so painfully gentle it makes your chest ache. “I always know when you’re hungry.”

Before you can protest, he carefully untangles himself and slips out of bed. You expect him to tell you to wait—but instead he comes back moments later, tugging you up with him, like it’s non-negotiable that you go together.

The kitchen light is low. Beel moves quietly, efficiently, making something simple but warm. He presses a plate into your hands first, always first, and watches you take the initial bite like it matters more than anything else.

“Good?” he asks.

You nod, cheeks full. He smiles. A real one. Soft and unguarded.

When you’re done, he pulls you back into his arms without a word, chin resting on top of your head. You fit there perfectly, like the space was made for you.

“I like taking care of you,” he says quietly, almost shy.

You tilt your head up and kiss his jaw. “I know.”

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Pairings: Brothers X gn!mc

Synopsis: How the Brothers react/feel about PDA

Content: Fluff, SFW, Hand holding, Kissing, etc.

Lucifer

• His version of PDA is subtle but intentional- after all he has a reputation to uphold. Straightening your collar, brushing dust off your sleeve, offering his coat when you’re cold, all things he’d deny are “affectionate,” but everyone can see the way he does them without hesitation. • The closest he gets to a kiss, is a gentle kiss to your hand, lifting your hand so that his lips brush your knuckles softly. You can tell when he's had a long day, because his lips linger longer than necessary and his hold is firm. • It's rare that he gets jealous, but while you’re talking to another demon, his hand settles on your shoulder, steady, warm, and unmistakably possessive. A silent reminder of exactly who you belong to. • If Mammon is clinging to you, Lucifer will simply clear his throat and curl a hand around your wrist, pulling you gently but decisively to his side.

Mammon

• He’s flaunting you every chance he gets, showing off his “treasure” with that dopey, lovesick grin he swears he doesn’t make. • He rushes to take your hand or sling an arm around your shoulder before any of his brothers can. Not that they would be so quick and clumsy about it. But that's because he has to be the first. And the only one! You’re his human after all, and the idea of someone else touching you gets him loud, sulky, and full of jealous grumbling. • It’s a different story when you’re the one reaching for him. He turns into mush, blushing as he hides his face. “I— I mean o' course ya want to hold the Great Mammon’s hand!.." and yet he always takes your hand instantly, chasing after your touch if your hand leaves his even for a second

Leviathan

• Levi cannot handle PDA, he can barely handle affection in private without turning into a stuttering, blushing disaster. Public Affection is Levi's final boss if you will. • So when you grab his hand while out at your favorite manga store, he goes bright red on the spot and he’s biting his bottom lip to stop the nervous tremors • But even with his anxiety, he absolutely never pulls away. Just holds your hand tighter. He coves his face, his eyes suddenly finding the floor tiles very interesting as he stares anywhere but at you. • But that doesn’t stop him from mumbling “Stupid Normie.. getting all lovey-dovey in public” even as he clings to you like you're the newest ruri-chan collectable

Satan

• Depending on the setting he might scowl a little, a soft blush dusting his cheeks as if he's annoyed by his own reaction. But he always takes your hand, or lets you run your fingers on his face despite the inconvenience. He pretends like its nothing, but leans into your touch every time. • On bookstore dates, his hand finds yours naturally. Guiding you through the book shelves with quiet confidence. When he gets excited and finds something interesting that he wants to show you, he'll gently lift your chin towards his with two fingers. Those fingers always brush your cheeks or your jaw with such tenderness. • In the library, he always saves a spot for you next to him. The moment you settle on the sofa, his arm slips around your waist, pulling you into his side with an ease that feels so natural. He adjusts his posture around you like it’s second nature. • Your touch can still the rising wrath in him in even the most heated moments. He only admits it to you in the quiet moments you share.. but his softened expression gives him away every time.

Asmodeus

• Well.. to no ones surprises Asmo adores PDA. He treats affection the way he treats beauty, something meant to be shared, adored, and indulged in. • He’s constantly finding excuses to have his hands on you. Holding hands, looping arms, hugging, snuggling, kissing… nothing is off-limits. If you let him, he’ll drape himself all over you like you’re his favorite accessory. • If you’ve had a long day and don’t have the energy for his usual excitement, he instantly softens. He’ll just link pinkies with you, humming happily as you walk beside him, perfectly content just have you there with him. To him, being near you, no matter how small the touch, is more than enough.

Beelzebub

• He always reaches for your hand after Fangol practice. The moment he spots you waiting outside he gets that big warm smile that's just so Beel. Without a word, he threads his fingers through yours and walks you home, hand and hand, like it’s the most natural thing in the world • He can get a little embarrassed if you ask for anything more than holding hands or hugging. A kiss while at RAD? He’ll glance around nervously, cheeks dusted pink, before placing a shy kiss to the corners of your lips. Quick and soft but full of meaning. • But he’s always attached to you anyways, your fingers intertwined with his, his arms resting gently against you in a lazy protective hug whenever he can. • Feeding Beel is like an act of affection, when you hold a bite up to his lips he takes it gently, cheeks warming and murmurs, "Thanks.. It tastes better when you feed it to me.." • After you feed him, he tends to get more.. touchy. His thumb brushes your knuckles, forehead resting against your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist.

Belphegor

• Belphie... is well complicated • He wants to be the only one touching you, so the sight of his brothers or another demon touching you makes his jealously flare. Then he’s suddenly on you, arms wrapping perfectly around your waist as he pulls you flesh against his chest. “I’m tired, let’s go," he murmurs, voice low and final. And he’s guiding you into what ever private sanctuary he can find, so he can show you his affection properly • He uses you as a pillow every chance he gets. Studying in the library? His head is already in your lap before you’ve even opened your book. Sitting together in the common room? He’s tucked himself against your shoulder, arms loosely wrapped around you. He doesn’t care who’s watching, if he’s tired and you’re there, he’s claiming you as his favorite pillow. • He acts like he hates PDA, rolling his eyes and whispering, "Save it for when we're not surrounded by idiots," but he does them constantly: pulling you into nap piles, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, sliding his fingers between yours like it was your idea all long... And giving you the warmest smile when he thinks you aren’t looking.

You're free~ you made it to the end :) Should I make a second part with the other characters? also first time writing something in this kinda format soooooooo lmk what you think OK BYEEE

also is it obvious who my favorites are? LOL

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── ⋆⋅☆ AUTHORS NOTE - I'm so sick right now, like, to the point of delirium, and I'm still going to work cuz I love money. So that's why I was gone. Things will be slow until I can keep my eyes open for longer than five hours.

── ⋆⋅☆ LUCIFER

So it starts when some random demon gets just a little too comfortable talking to Lucifer.

Like… leaning in close, laughing too hard, touching his arm like they’re auditioning for a spot in his good graces.

♡ Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, gn!reader ♡ Warnings: Fluff, comfort, implied bad dreams, physical affection, mutual pining?? maybe??, Levi being awkward™, clingy behavior, some light tsundere energy, protective vibes, some suggestiveness (Asmo’s default setting), Beel being The Best™ ♡ Notes: This was purely self-indulgent and born from a burst of insomnia and a deep need for sleepy demon boy comfort. No prompt, just vibes. Gender-neutral reader. Each brother reacts in his own sweet, awkward way—and yes, they’re all canonically clingy now. I don’t make the rules.

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🕯️Lucifer

 You find him still awake in the dead of night, seated at his desk, lit only by the glow of a single lamp

He's reviewing RAD paperwork with the usual stoic focus, barely glancing up when you enter

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, voice low, a touch concerned despite the neutrality in his tone

You nod, murmuring something vague about a bad dream, and instead of brushing you off, he gestures silently to the small sofa by the window

You sit with your blanket in hand, intending just to be nearby, and he lets you—doesn’t press for details, just returns to his work

Somewhere between the quiet scratch of his pen and the rhythmic turn of pages, your eyes slip shut

When you wake, it's morning. You're not on the sofa. You’re in his bed

The covers are warm, tucked carefully around you, and the scent of his cologne clings faintly to the pillow

His coat hangs neatly over the chair beside you, a fresh cup of tea steaming on the nightstand

He’s nowhere in sight, but you have the distinct feeling he didn’t sleep—just quietly carried you to bed when he saw your head nod

No one says anything about it later, but you catch him watching you a little longer at breakfast that morning

The kind of watchfulness that says: next time, just come straight to me

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💰 Mammon

He’s already in bed, hair rumpled, one leg kicked out of the blanket like always

You knock quietly and peek in, mumbling that you can’t sleep

His eyes go wide, then he fumbles upright, totally alert

“Wha—? You okay? What happened? You hurt?”

You tell him it’s just a nightmare, nothing big

He softens immediately, scoots over, and pats the mattress beside him like it’s obvious

“C’mon. Ain’t no bad dreams gonna mess with you while I’m here.”

You lie down next to him and he tries so hard to play it cool—arms behind his head, eyes on the ceiling

That lasts five seconds

He shifts closer like he’s not doing it on purpose, like you won't notice him curling toward you

When your hand brushes his by accident, he makes a strangled noise and goes stiff… then grabs it like it’s the most natural thing in the world

“Jus’ so ya don’t get cold,” he mutters, clearly blushing even in the dark

You fall asleep fast, wrapped up in warmth and the quiet muttering of “I gotcha, I’m here” under his breath

When you wake up, he’s out cold, drooling slightly, and clinging to you like a barnacle

You try to move. His grip tightens. You are not escaping

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🎮 Leviathan

You didn’t even mean to fall asleep

One second you were watching a cozy slice-of-life anime with him, head tipped against the beanbag, and the next, darkness

Levi notices right away

He panics internally. 

Like full-blown “I’m not equipped to deal with this cuteness” meltdown

But you look… comfortable. Peaceful. So he freezes in place

Slowly, carefully, he lowers the volume, gets up, and drapes his hoodie over your shoulders

He debates letting you stay there all night—but what if you get a crick in your neck? What if you wake up cold?

Eventually, he picks you up. Carries you. Cradles you like a rare body pillow

You don’t wake up

He tucks you into his bed, sets a Ruri-chan plush beside you for moral support, and flops onto the floor with a blanket and his headphones

When you wake up, it’s early morning. His lights are dimmed pink, the room is silent, and he’s snoring softly with a controller still in his hands

You stare at him for a long minute, heart aching a little at how sweet he looks like that

You don’t say anything when he wakes up an hour later, scrambling into an apology

You just smile and tell him you slept fine

He’s red for a full day

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📚 Satan

He’s in his room reading, legs folded under him on the couch, a novel in one hand and a mug of tea in the other

You knock gently, eyes tired, and when he sees your face, he softens

“Bad dreams?” he asks, and there’s no teasing in it—just genuine concern

Without a word, he shifts to make space, patting the cushion beside him

You curl up with your blanket, shoulder brushing his, and he casually pulls another throw over both of you

He doesn’t say much, but his presence is calm, anchoring

Eventually your head tips against his arm and your breathing slows

He waits a few minutes to be sure you’re truly out, then sets his book aside and just… watches you

Not in a creepy way—just quietly fascinated by how peaceful you look, even after the nightmare

When you wake, you’re no longer on the couch—you’re in his bed, under soft sheets

The book he’d been reading is closed beside you, and there’s a little note tucked into the pages with your name on it

You keep it

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💅 Asmodeus

He’s brushing out his hair at his vanity when you show up at his door, looking rumpled and half-asleep

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he coos, spinning around in a silk robe

When you admit you couldn’t sleep, his whole demeanor changes—still sweet, but softer, more grounded

“Say no more. Come here.”

He leads you straight to his bed, the sheets cool and silky, the scent of his perfume already comforting

You curl up under the covers while he finishes his routine—face mask, lip balm, a quick spritz of sleep spray

Then he slips in beside you, warm and gentle, his arm draped loosely over your waist

He talks to you in low whispers about nothing important—pretty things, soft clothes, silly gossip—until your eyes close

The moment you drift off, he goes quiet, tucking your hair behind your ear and watching your face with a look so tender it almost doesn’t feel like Asmo

The next morning, you wake up to a kiss on the forehead and a softly sung “good morning, sleepyhead”

He never lets you forget how cute you looked curled up against him—but there’s something genuine in his voice when he adds,

“If you ever need me again, you know where I am.”

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🍔 Beelzebub

It starts with you falling asleep in the kitchen

You’d gone down for a late-night snack, found Beel already there eating cereal straight out of the box

He didn’t say much, just gave you a smile and pushed the box your way

You talked for a while, then leaned against the counter… then slumped onto the bench… and then lights out

Beel doesn’t wake you. Just watches you for a bit to make sure you’re really asleep

Then he scoops you up, careful like you’re made of glass

You wake up halfway through the walk to his room, tucked against his chest

“You looked tired,” he says simply. “You can sleep here tonight.”

His bed smells like vanilla protein powder and fresh laundry. He hands you one of his shirts as a sleep top. It’s comically large

Beel climbs into bed after you and stays on “his side” at first—very polite, very stiff, very big brother energy

But the second you roll toward him, drowsy and half-mumbling his name? He’s there

One arm around your waist, tucking you in close. His chin rests against the top of your head

“I’ll stay up a little longer to make sure the nightmare doesn’t come back,” he whispers

He’s asleep within five minutes

You wake up entirely under him. Full body weight. He's warm. You can't move. He looks peaceful. You stay there

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💤 Belphegor

You creep into the attic room after a nightmare, not expecting him to be awake

He is

Barely opens one eye, gives you a sleepy “What’s wrong?”

You whisper that you can’t sleep, and he lifts the covers without another word

No teasing, no drama—just the quiet shift of space being made for you

You crawl in beside him, the star-speckled canopy of the ceiling above you

His arms find your waist automatically. He’s already half-asleep again

“You’ll sleep better here,” he mumbles against your shoulder. “I always do”

 Within seconds, he’s out cold

But you’re not. Not yet

You lie there for a bit, warm and stunned, because his breathing is deep and even and his grip is loose but protective

 Eventually, you drift off

When you wake up, Belphie’s draped over you like a sleepy octopus, your legs tangled, his head tucked under your chin

“Don’t move,” he mumbles without opening his eyes

You don’t

You fall asleep again

But out of everything in the Devildom, Beelzebub terrified you the most.

You still remember the first time you met him. Mammon had been chosen to be your guardian but he was making a fuss and point at Beelzebub who's been snacking.

“Oi! Why can't Beel do it?!"

At first you thought, Oh, that’s nice. He looks nice. At least he didn't gave you a nasty look.

Then Beel looked at you and said in the most honest voice ever. “I’ll try. But… I can’t promise I won’t eat them.”

But the worst part was that Beel looked genuinely confused, like he wasn’t sure himself whether he could resist eating you or not. His brows furrowed, his stomach growled, “I’m hungry all the time. If they smell good, it might be hard….”

You had never wanted to run so fast in your life.

From that day onward, you developed a survival plan.

Step 1: Always carry candy.

Step 2: If Beel comes near, give him the candy.

Step 3: Hope that keeps you alive.

And it worked surprisingly well.

Every time Beel walked into a room, you would quickly pull out a piece of candy like you were feeding a dangerous animal. He never questioned it, he simply accepted it, smiled softly, and ate it immediately.

“Thank you,” he always said.

And then he didn’t eat you, which felt like a win. Over time, this strange little ritual became normal.

You didn’t even flinch around him anymore. He stopped looking at you like you were a snack. Beel even began saving you slices of cake or giving you food he thought you might like. He carried heavy things for you, protected you without being asked, and always made sure you had enough to eat.

But the habit never stopped.

One afternoon in the common room, Beel walked in after a practice. You didn’t think twice, your hand went automatically into your pocket, pulling out a candy you kept just for him.

He leaned forward, smiling. “Thanks, MC.” He took it gently from your fingers and popped it into his mouth.

Everything was normal.

…Until the other brothers finally noticed.

Mammon stared. “Why’re ya feedin’ him like he’s some kinda pet?!”

Asmo blinked. “Wait—has this been happening every day?”

Beelzebub x reader. Pure fluff

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Beelzebub loved to kiss you. It was something he discovered back when he developed feelings for you.

At first, your lips were distracting. He loved them most when you smiled happily. But the first time he kissed you, he confirmed it.

The avatar of gluttony couldn't get enough of them. Every time he saw you, he had to, even if it was just a quick peck.

But his addiction only grew after a trip you made to the human world. You began to taste different.

The scent of strawberry reached him every time he bent down. Human world strawberry. Those were hard to get in the devildom.

It came to a point where he just had to ask where you kept your secret stash. He only wanted two... Or three!

"Strawberry?" You tilted your head in confusion, brows furrowing. Then, it clicked. Your favourite strawberry lipgloss.

You couldn't help but laugh, causing him even more confusion. What was so funny?

"Oh, Beel. It's just a lipgloss"You explained, pointing at your lips.

"So I can't eat it?"He asked sadly.

"No, you can't" The pout and downcast look made your heart clench. "You can still kiss me, though!"

You didn't have to ask him twice. The demon quickly took that chance.

“Hm… but I was really looking forward to actual cookies, though…”

And an evil grin tears its way across your face as you reach into the way way back of the fridge and pull out a premade tray of cookie dough already balled up and ready for the oven. You knew he would say that, too.

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'Twas the night before Till Death Do Us Part

Christmas Head cannons of how the brothers would react to some mistletoe ;)

Content: lots of kissing mwah ( ˘ ³˘)~♥︎

Pairings: Brothers x gn!mc

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𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿

When you lean over his desk, mistletoe dangling mischievously between you, he pauses his work. For a second he just blinks at it, at you, before a slow, knowing sigh slips out. “Is this another human tradition?” There’s a glint of amusement in his eyes. After you explain the mistletoe, one brow arches. “If you wanted a kiss, all you needed to do was ask.” Before you can respond, his hand grips your waist and he pulls you into his lap, cradling you against him. He takes the mistletoe from your hand and holds it above your heads with a quiet, smug little hum. “Very well… I suppose I have a moment to indulge you.” His first kiss is slow and warm, savoring the feeling of your lips pressed against his. But the second kiss is deeper, hungrier, his free hand sliding into your hair as he tilts your head and presses closer. The mistletoe slips from his fingers and drops somewhere on the floor, forgotten the instant his lips part yours fully. When he finally pulls back, both of you breathless, he murmurs against your ear, “you’ll stay in my room tonight.” A quiet command. “You can show me what other human traditions I should learn.”

𝗠𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻

He’s wobbling on a little step stool outside your door, clumsily trying to tape mistletoe up. The tape sticks to his fingers more than the wall and he's grumbling under his breath. When you catch him in the act, he jumps so hard the stool shakes, and he falls straight on his ass. "OW OW OW! MC! Don't sneak up on me like that!" You point at the mistletoe, his face goes red instantly, looking away. "O-okay listen! Solomon was runnin’ his mouth about human holidays, alright? And he said when two people..." He motions towards the mistletoe, voice getting smaller. "You know.. stand under this stupid thing… they’re s’posed to kiss..." He hides his burning face in his hands. “But it’s not like I wanna kiss ya or nothin’!” "Mammon—" "OKAY, FINE! I do wanna kiss ya!" He's standing now, both of you under the mistletoe. His hands hover over your arms as his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, nervous and desperately hopeful. He keeps biting his lip like he’s trying not to die. You can't help but laugh, cupping his face and pulling his lips down onto yours. The kiss is soft and warm. He freezes, eyes growing wide, before he melts completely, eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a shaky groan. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you close. When you part, his eyes are searching yours. He scoops you up bridal style, kicking the door closed, mistletoe now dangling dangerously close to falling as he caries you to your bed, grinning cheekily. "I’mma need more of those kisses. Way more!”

𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻

You're both curled up together, playing a cute Christmas themed RPG in his room (stardew valley type vibes). Soft music, sparkling snow, watching as your avatars bounce around the winter wonderland. "OOO I got a new item!" He smiles excitedly, and you both watch as a present pops open with a little Christmas jingle playing. The item was a bundle of Mistletoe, and the description read: Give this item to a player for a festive kiss! You're both blushing now, and there's a long silence between you as the Christmas jingle loops, the virtual mistletoe sparkling back at you. "I-I’ll just delete—" He starts, but you cut him off. "Levi." "O-OK!" His hands are trembling as he selects the option and sends the mistletoe to you. Both of you watch as the tiny pixel mistletoe floats between your avatars… and they do a cute quick peck on the lips. "OMG I JUST KISSED YOU." He drops face first into his pillow, kicking his feet like he’s about to explode. He’s red down to his neck, even a virtual kiss with you is too much for him. When he lifts his head again, you lean in and kiss him the same way the avatars did. Soft. Quick. Sweet. His mouth is hanging open when you pull back, frozen. "OMG, NOW YOU JUST KISSED ME!" He's screaming into his pillow now, but there's a smile on his face.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻

Snow clings to both of you as you make your way through the forest, cat treats in hand. When he notices your shoulders tremble, he stops, and slips his jacket around you without hesitation. “I told you to bring a warmer jacket,” he murmurs, but his voice is far too soft to be scolding, brushing a stray snowflake from your hair. "I’m certain the cat was just over here…” He threads his fingers through yours as he guides you between snow covered branches, unwilling to leave the stray cat he found yesterday in the cold. There's a faint blush on his cheeks, and he swears it's from the cold. It's not. You’re scanning the ground for tracks when Satan gently lifts your chin with two fingers. “Hold still.” You blink, confused, until he nods upward. Mistletoe hangs above you, swaying lightly in the cool wind. He absolutely noticed it first, and absolutely walked you under it on purpose, but his smug smile never quite reaches his eyes, too gentle for that as he leans down. "May I?" He asks softly, you nod. He captures your lips in a slow, warm kiss, so different from the cold nipping at your skin. His hands cradle your face gently, thumbs sweeping your cold cheeks like he’s trying to warm them himself. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours, and you can see your frosted breath mingling in the chilly air. He looks at you so fondly, leaving another soft kiss on your frosty red nose. Meow A tiny orange tabby trudges through the snow toward you, whiskers frosted. Satan’s eyes go wide and a look of genuine delight flashes across his face, he lets out a soft gasp and crouches down immediately. He offers treats, praising the cat like it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever seen, before scooping it carefully into his arms. Once the cat is safely tucked into his arms, he looks up at you, cheeks red and eyes bright with quiet joy. “Let’s get both of you warm,” he says, voice soft but brimming with excitement. He takes your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles, he's smiling like Santa just gave him exactly what he wanted: a cat and you.

𝗔𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘂𝘀

Click, click, click. You’re holding Asmo’s phone, spam clicking, as he poses in front of the Christmas tree. You’d voluntee— wait no, you were voluntold to take photos for his Devilgram. You figure that if you just kept clicking, at least one, hopefully even three, would turn out good. “Umm, MC… are you getting my good side?” he pouts, fixing his hair for the tenth time. Click. You shrug. Eventually he plucks the phone out of your hands with a satisfied hum, smiling. “Okay! One last photo. And this one’s going to be special.” Before you can ask what that means, he whirls you around and places you in front of the tree. Then he disappears, rustling through his bag with far too much enthusiasm. When he returns, he's setting up a tripod. You stare at it so hard it's truly a Christmas miracle it doesn't burst into flames. He never actually needed you to take photos like he insisted. His cheeks are dusted a rosy pink as he drops onto the cushion beside you, hiding something behind his back. He reveals a sprig of mistletoe tied with a satin red ribbon and lifts it above your head. The warm hues of the Christmas tree lights glow around both of you, dancing across your skin. Picture perfect. His free hand tilts your chin up gently, leaning closer. "Can I?" He asks softly, his lips already brushing yours in quiet question. You're blushing now, heart thundering in your ears as you nod. His lips meet yours, slow and soft, you hear the faint click, click of the camera capturing everything. His hand glides from your chin, into your hair, pulling you closer. When you finally part, breathless, he looks a little guilty. “I'm sorry for tricking you, darling,” he murmurs, there's a soft smile on his face. “I just wanted more photos of you… of us.” He laughs lightly, but the way he’s looking at you is anything but playful. “Don’t worry, though," he brushes his thumb across your lips. "These are just for me. The world doesn’t deserve memories this precious.” And you can't tell if he's taking about your lips or the photos now. Either way, the way he holds you, like you're the only gift he wanted this year, you know he means it.

𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘇𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗯

You're sitting on the kitchen counter, mistletoe dangling above your head as you patiently wait for your gentle giant to notice. He's busy stuffing his face with cookies you'd baked, murmuring little thank yous between bites. It finally took you clearing your throat and pointing upward for him to notice. He freezes mid-bite, half-eaten cookie in hand. He looks at you, then at the mistletoe, then back at you. "Why is there a plant there?" You couldn't help but laugh, the sound making pink warm his cheeks. When you explain the meaning, he practically melts. The cookies lay forgotten as he steps closer, bracing his hands on the counter and caging you in, staring at the mistletoe like it's some kind of trap. Which, to be fair, it is. A very good trap, you think. "...I've never done this before." He murmurs softly, still staring at mistletoe instead of you. You smile gently, tilting his head down toward you. When his eyes finally meet yours, he relaxes, pressing his forehead against yours. His nose brushes yours as he leaned in, and the two of you dissolve into nervous laughter as you kiss, breath mingling. When he looks back at you it's more confident now, warm as he finally leans down fully, lips pressed against yours. Gentle, warm, and sweet. You can taste the chocolate chips on his lips as his hands settle on your hips, sliding you closer. Your hands cup his face just as gently. When you finally part, his hands slide from your hips into your hair, playing with the strands. "Hmm... I'm hungry.." He murmurs, his eyes don't leave yours as he pushes the plate of cookies away, leaning down to capture your lips again. Oh, Good luck buddy.

𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿

The sound of flames crackle and pop in the fireplace, the smell of warm ash filling the room. He lays in front of the fireplace, blankets and pillows pulled together like some nest, using the flames like a heater as he naps. You kneel beside him, brushing stray hairs from his face. He smiles. "Mc…" he murmurs drowsily, eyes fluttering open and they take a moment to adjust to the warmth of the room. He catches your hand, pressing lazy kisses to your fingers. Then he points above you. Mistletoe, hung just above the fireplace. That absolutely wasn't there when you walked in the room. Before you can even process how he managed it, he's flipping you onto your back, soft pillows and blankets cushioning you. One hand braces beside your head, pressed firmly into the pillow. The other grips your leg, draping it around his waist. Now you were in his trap. "Hmm I wonder how that got there..." He murmurs, so smugly. "Only one thing to do now, right..?" His hand moves to your chin, tilting your face up toward him. He pauses just above your lips, giving you time to push him away. When you don't, when your arms wrap around his neck instead, he smiles before pressing his lips to yours. His kiss is slow and lazy at first, before growing hungrier. His teeth catch your bottom lip, drawing a soft sound from both of you. When he finally pulls back, he doesn't move away. He buries his face in your neck, leaving breathless kisses against your skin. "…You're making it hard to stop," he murmurs against your throat, voice rough, like he wasn't the one who started it. He rolls on his back, pulling you down into the pillows with him. "Stay." He murmurs against your hair, less demanding then usual, and you could hear the soft pleading in his voice. When you settle fully against his chest, unmoving, he relaxes, tracing lazy patterns on your back. The fire crackles softly, filling the room with warmth. His hand continues tracing lazy patterns on your back, and you can feel him smile against your hair. Whatever scheme he'd planned with that mistletoe, with the way he's holding you, it worked perfectly.

THE END MWAH!

As always let me know if you enjoyed it! I had so much fun writing this, and not to toot my own horn but I think I ate this up LOL

In which only after planning the road trip do the demon brothers realize the car only has 7 seats. Oh dear, looks like you have no choice but to sit on one of their laps! ( ˶°ㅁ°) .,some are suggestive but its all fluffy, x gn!reader !

LUCIFER

⟡ As always, Lucifer is the driver. Though the moment you say it’s him whose lap you want to be on, he finally gives up the throne and has Satan cover the driving for him.

✦ Beyond proud that you felt most comfortable to be on him, keeps a hand on your hip the whole time that holds you firmly in place at sharp turns. Asks you for help with his grandpa games like the crossword. (he’s solved it already, but he thinks you look cute when lost in thought).

⟡ Invited you to lean back against him and use him as a headrest if you’re tired. Won’t get up if they stop for bathroom breaks if you’re still asleep, and just tells the brothers what snacks to get you because he already has what you like memorized.

MAMMON

⟡ Mammon thinks he’s gonna have a heart attack. Immediately blushing and acts indifferent at being chosen but is secretly beaming inside (he would have thrown a fit if you chose anyone else’s lap).

✦ When he finally calms down you feel his arms wrap possessively around your waist, sticking his tongue out at his brothers and gloating because only he gets the pleasure of holding his human.  

⟡ Lets you play with his hands and is glad you're not facing him to see the heavy blush on his face as he tells you the story of each piece of jewelry that adorns him. Gets way too into I-Spy and is constantly screaming out the wrong answer in full confidence.

LEVIATHAN

⟡ This is hell for him, and he already lives there. He stays as still as a board, trying to think of anything and everything but you on his lap so he doesn’t pop a boner that would surely cause him to die of humiliation if you felt it against you like this.

✦ You can literally feel him hyperventilating under you, hands hovering awkwardly at his sides because he doesn't know where to put them. Only after a ton of reassurance does he finally relax and realizes how nice this actually is.

⟡ He pulls out one of his many devices and attaches it to the headrest in front of you so the two of you can watch shows together. He won't admit it, but he already pre-downloaded all your favourites because he knows you love them.

SATAN

⟡ Alarmed at the safety risk of you not having a seatbelt, so opts for wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you firmly against him. Doesn’t even realize how flustered it gets you cause he’s too distracted imagining you flying out of the windshield if a crash were to happen. (genuinely what is his problem)

✦ Is the worst backseat driver in history; critiques every action Lucifer makes until he’s threatening to pull over and dump him on the side of the road.

⟡ Has his book on your lap as he reads with his chin resting on your shoulder. If he notices you reading too, he will adjust how fast or slow he flips the pages to make sure you can enjoy the book too.

ASMODEUS

⟡ Oh dear. Immediately grinning ear to ear, motioning for you to come sit with a look that makes you regret your decision. Aside from the initial pervertedness, he’s actually very considerate and even puts a pillow on his lap for you to be comfy, announcing that you deserve only the best.

✦ Will do your hair and even your nails for you. Don’t ask how he does it in the bumpy car when he can’t even see your hands from where your back is blocking his sight, he’s just that good.

⟡ Rests his head on your shoulder and compliments whatever scent you’re wearing, smiles and says you must just smell that good naturally if you tell him you don’t have any on.

BEELZEBUB

⟡ Unbothered, he just nods and manspreads to make room for you. He’s a good choice since he’ll talk if you want to but can stay silent if you don’t — just if you packed any snacks do expect to turn to see him with puppy dog eyes and a hand out.

✦ He loves it if you hand feed him the snacks, being extra gentle to not bite your fingers (no matter how good you smell) and restraining himself to make sure you actually get to eat some too.

⟡ Falls asleep with his head on your shoulder, snoring loudly right next to your ear until Satan throws a pack of gum at his face.

BELPHEGOR 

⟡ He doesn’t mind, in fact he loves it since he can hold onto you like you’re a heated pillow. Just don’t try to get up for any stops unless you want him grumbling and pulling you back with clingy arms.

✦ He’s the perfect choice for if you want to nap; perfectly content to cuddle with you for the whole ride, only peeking an eye open once in a while to groggily ask if you’re there yet.

⟡ Like the little shit he is, he will definitely punch you every time he sees a yellow car, nearly knocking you right off his lap then blaming you for ‘not seeing it fast enough to punch him first’.

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.

Can I ask for belphie? If you're okay with just general headcannons of relationships

a/n: thank u so much anon here is 1 order of belphie relationship hcs!

cw: fluff, belphie being a brat as per usual, lesson 16 spoilers

general belphie relationship hcs!

- if he could glue himself to your side, he would

- naturally, his favorite pastime is napping with you, and he's going to do it whether it's convenient or not. sorry mc, he doesn't care that you're at the lunch table at RAD, he's sleepy and you're comfy! nap time👍

- flops himself on top of you to nap all the time in general tbh

- he likes spending quality time with you the most; it doesn't matter what you're doing as long as he can nod off in a chair next to you

- if/when you ask him to do something that involves movement, he grumbles through the whole thing but does the task anyways. you asked him to get you a snack? you're so lazy and he's so annoyed and don't get up he'll be right back😒

- uses you as an excuse to get out of chores. sorry Lucifer, don't you see MC sleeping on top of me??? you just want me to wake them up??????

- expects you to steal his clothes the same way he steals yours. what's mine is yours or whatever, just give him that jacket please it smells like you! he'll give you one of his precious pillows in return!!

Hi, this is Yumi

I've seen a lot of boyfriend headcanons that either turn the brothers into perfect green flags or make them wildly OOC, so I wanted to try something a little different.

These headcanons are based as closely as possible on their canon personalities, official lore, character flaws, and relationship dynamics throughout the game.

This means you'll find both the good and the bad.

Because loving someone isn't just about their best qualities.

It's also about the habits, insecurities, baggage, and flaws they bring into a relationship.

Some brothers may come across more difficult than others, and that's intentional. The goal isn't to make them ideal partners—it's to explore what dating them might realistically look like while staying true to who they are.

⚠️ Warnings: • Canon-typical flaws and unhealthy behaviors • Jealousy • Emotional dependency • Possessiveness • Poor communication • Insecurity • Workaholic tendencies • Anger issues • Manipulation (where applicable) • Discussion of trauma and emotional baggage • Not intended as relationship advice • Slightly critical analysis of characters while still appreciating them

As always, these are just my interpretations based on canon material.

Feel free to agree, disagree, scream in the tags, or defend your favorite demon.

Now let's talk about the seven Brothers I affectionately call husbands.

Fandom: @obeyme

This is for you, sweetie:

@cursedcupcakemaster

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Lucifer

The Vibe: The responsible, dignified boyfriend who acts like he has everything under control… but secretly melts just for you.

✨ The Ups

- Your Personal Protector & Provider: Lucifer takes his role as your partner very seriously. He will move mountains to keep you safe, comfortable, and happy. If you mention even in passing that you like something, it will appear on your desk the next day—no questions asked. He has a soft spot for spoiling you, even if he acts like it’s “just a trivial matter.”

- Quiet, Intimate Affection: He’s not big on PDA, but in private, he’s incredibly gentle. He loves resting his chin on top of your head while you sit together, or holding your hand so firmly but softly that it feels like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. He remembers every little detail—your favorite tea, how you take your meals, even the exact time you usually go to bed.

- Your Biggest Supporter: When you’re stressed or working hard, he’s right there. He’ll sit with you while you study or work, going through his own paperwork in comfortable silence, and will gently correct you if you make a mistake—but always with the intention of helping you grow. He’s proud of you, even if he rarely says it out loud; you can see it in the way his eyes soften when you walk into a room.

- Romantic in His Own Way: He plans sophisticated but meaningful dates—late-night walks in the Demon Lord’s Castle gardens, private concerts, or quiet evenings by the fireplace. He loves dancing with you, even if he acts like it’s just to “practice proper etiquette.”

⚠️ The Downs

- Overbearing & Strict: His sense of responsibility and need for order can sometimes feel suffocating. He might try to schedule your time or tell you what to do because he thinks he knows what’s best for you. It comes from care, but it can feel like he’s treating you like a child rather than an equal.

- Poor at Expressing Feelings: He struggles to say “I love you” openly or talk about his own worries. He often hides his stress and exhaustion behind a calm facade, and he hates showing weakness. If you push him too hard, he might get defensive or pull away to work alone instead of talking it out.

- Workaholic Tendencies: He gets buried under piles of paperwork and meetings, and there are days where he barely has time to breathe, let alone spend time with you. He feels guilty about it, but his duty as the oldest and Diavolo’s right-hand man always feels like it comes first.

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Mammon

The Vibe: The self-proclaimed “Great Mammon” who acts like he’s too cool for feelings, but is actually completely wrapped around your finger.

✨ The Ups

- Unwavering Loyalty: Despite his greed and troublemaking, Mammon is the most loyal boyfriend you could ask for. Once he’s fallen for you, he’s yours forever. He’d sell every single Grimm he owns and face any danger without a second thought if it means keeping you safe. He calls himself your “first demon” and takes that title very seriously.

- Clingy & Affectionate (Secretly): He acts like he’s only spending time with you because he “has no choice” or because you owe him something, but the truth is, he hates being away from you. He’ll find excuses to be near you—offering to walk you places, “accidentally” showing up where you are, or wrapping his arm around your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He loves physical affection: holding hands, hugging, and having you sit next to him.

- Thoughtful in Unexpected Ways: He might spend money on gambling or flashy things, but when it comes to you, he’s surprisingly thoughtful. He’ll see something that reminds him of you and buy it—even if it’s something silly or cheap—and then pretend it was “just lying around” or “you’re lucky I felt like getting it.” He remembers things you like too, even if he claims he forgot.

- Fun & Energetic: He’s always up for an adventure! He’ll take you out to fun spots in the Devildom, try new foods with you, or play games until late at night. Being with him means there’s never a dull moment, and he’s always there to cheer you up when you’re feeling down—even if his methods are a little chaotic.

⚠️ The Downs

- Tsundere Denial: He struggles to be honest about his feelings. He’ll call you an idiot or a dummy one minute, then panic if you seem upset. He’s terrified of being vulnerable, so he hides his affection behind teasing and excuses. It can be confusing at first to tell if he really cares.

- Trouble & Impulsiveness: He gets into debt and messes up constantly, which can be stressful. He might make promises he can’t keep or drag you into his schemes without thinking. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, but his poor choices often lead to problems you both have to deal with.

- Jealousy: He gets jealous very easily. If you pay too much attention to his brothers or anyone else, he’ll get pouty and moody, even if he won’t admit it. He’s insecure deep down—afraid that someone “better” will come along and take you away from him.

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Leviathan

The Vibe: The socially anxious introvert who sees you as his “Player 2” and the only person who truly understands him.

✨ The Ups

- Deeply Devoted & Accepting: Levi has always felt like an outcast, so when you choose him, he cherishes you more than anything. He accepts you exactly as you are—flaws and all—and expects the same in return. He treats your relationship like a precious, rare treasure, and he would never intentionally hurt your feelings.

- Your Personal World: He loves sharing his passions with you. Whether it’s showing you his favorite anime, manga, games, or explaining the lore of TSL, he lights up when you listen. He loves doing “co-op” activities—playing games together, watching marathons, or even building model kits side by side. To him, just being in the same room as you is enough.

- Gentle & Attentive: He’s incredibly observant, even if he doesn’t look like it. He notices when you’re sad or tired, and he’ll quietly bring you snacks, lend you his favorite blanket, or let you use his gaming chair. He writes down little things you say so he can get you the perfect gift or plan the perfect date.

- Romantic in His Own Way: He expresses love through references and small gestures. He’ll compare you to his favorite fictional heroines, write you cute notes, or create custom playlists just for you. When he finally gains the courage to say “I love you,” it’s the most sincere and heartfelt thing you’ll ever hear.

⚠️ The Downs

- Extreme Self-Doubt & Anxiety: He constantly thinks he’s not good enough for you. He’ll say things like “Why would someone like you be with a gross otaku like me?” This insecurity can sometimes make him withdraw or overthink every little thing you do. He might even try to push you away because he’s scared you’ll eventually leave him.

- Social Avoidance: He hates going out in public or being around large groups of people, especially his brothers. Most of your dates will be in his room, which can feel limiting if you’re someone who likes going out. He gets overwhelmed easily and might shut down if there’s too much noise or attention.

- Obsessive Tendencies: He can get so absorbed in his games or hobbies that he loses track of time and forgets to spend time with you. He might also accidentally compare real life too much to fiction, which can lead to misunderstandings if you don’t share his enthusiasm for certain things.

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Satan

The Vibe: The refined, book-loving scholar who hates being compared to Lucifer, but loves sharing his world with you.

✨ The Ups

- Great Conversationalist & Teacher: Satan is incredibly smart and curious. He loves talking about anything and everything—literature, history, magic, philosophy, even silly debates. He’s patient and loves explaining things to you, and he admires your thoughts and opinions. Being with him means you’ll always be learning something new.

- A True Gentleman: He is polite, respectful, and thoughtful. He opens doors for you, listens when you speak, and treats you as his equal. He loves bringing you to bookstores, libraries, cat cafes, or quiet parks. He’ll read aloud to you, or let you rest your head on his shoulder while he reads.

- Soft & Compassionate: Underneath his cool exterior, he has a huge heart—especially for animals. He adores cats, and he loves that you care about them too. He’s very empathetic; if you’re having a bad day, he’ll sit with you, listen, and help you sort through your feelings calmly. He writes poetry and little notes for you when he’s feeling particularly affectionate.

- Reliable & Honest: He values truth and fairness. He will always be honest with you, even when it’s difficult, and he’s someone you can trust completely. He’ll stand up for you and defend you without hesitation.

⚠️ The Downs

- The Wrath Within: His greatest struggle is his anger. When he gets upset—especially when Lucifer is involved—he can lose control. He tries very hard not to take it out on you, but sometimes the frustration bubbles over, and he might say harsh things he doesn’t mean or isolate himself. He feels terrible afterward, but it takes time and patience to help him manage it.

- Coldness When Upset: When he’s hurt or angry, he tends to shut down and become distant and sarcastic. Instead of talking things through, he might hide in his room or read to avoid dealing with emotions. He finds it hard to express vulnerability, fearing it makes him weak or too similar to Lucifer.

- Obsession with Revenge: He can get caught up in his schemes to prank or annoy Lucifer, sometimes forgetting that it might cause stress or trouble for everyone else. He struggles to let go of grudges, which can affect the mood in the house.

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Asmodeus

The Vibe: The charming, beautiful socialite who acts like he only cares about looks, but is secretly searching for true, unconditional love.

✨ The Ups

- Overflowing Affection & Compliments: Asmo is the most openly affectionate boyfriend. He showers you with kisses, hugs, compliments, and pet names constantly. He thinks you are the most beautiful person in existence—inside and out—and tells you every single day. He loves making you feel desired, loved, and confident.

- Your Personal Stylist & Cheerleader: He loves dressing you up, doing your hair, or picking out matching outfits. He takes pride in showing you off, but more importantly, he genuinely wants you to feel good about yourself. If you’re feeling down about your appearance or abilities, he’s the first to hype you up and remind you how amazing you are.

- Fun & Understanding: He’s very emotionally intelligent and easy to talk to. He doesn’t judge you; he accepts every part of you. He loves taking you to parties, fashion shows, or shopping sprees, but he also loves quiet nights in doing face masks, painting nails, or just gossiping and laughing together. He’s always there to listen when you need to vent.

- Romantic & Devoted: Even though he’s popular and gets attention from everyone, he is completely faithful once he’s in love. He wants to know every single thing about you—your dreams, your fears, your favorite things—and he loves planning dreamy, glamorous dates just to see you smile.

⚠️ The Downs

- Superficial Defense Mechanism: He hides his deep feelings behind a mask of vanity and flirtation. He acts like he’s only interested in beauty and pleasure, but this makes it hard for him to open up about his true fears—especially his fear of being loved only for his looks and not for who he is inside.

- Jealousy & Insecurity: Despite his confidence, he is deeply insecure. He worries that you’ll leave him for someone “more interesting” or that you’ll get tired of him. He can get overly jealous if you spend time with others, and he might flirt with others just to test your feelings or make himself feel better, even if he doesn’t mean it.

- Self-Obsession: He can be very focused on himself and his appearance, sometimes unintentionally making things about him. He might forget to ask how you are or get upset if you don’t react the way he expects to his stories or compliments.

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Beelzebub

The Vibe: The sweet, strong athlete who lives to eat and protect the people he loves.

✨ The Ups

- The Ultimate Gentle Giant: Beel is physically intimidating, but he is one of the softest, kindest souls you’ll ever meet. He treats you with such care, like you’re something precious that could break. He’s incredibly warm and comforting—his hugs are the best in the Devildom, big and safe and warm.

- Unconditional Love & Generosity: He loves sharing everything with you—especially food! He’ll always save you the last bite, buy you snacks whenever he sees something you like, or even cook for you if he knows how. He doesn’t care about status or looks; he loves you simply for being you. He’s always honest and straightforward—no games, no secrets.

- Your Shield: His protective instinct is unmatched. If anyone even looks at you the wrong way, Beel is there, standing tall and ready to defend you, though he’ll never hurt anyone unless absolutely necessary. He walks on the side of the road closer to danger, holds your hand tightly in crowds, and checks on you constantly.

- Simple, Comforting Happiness: Being with Beel is easy and peaceful. He enjoys simple things—sharing meals, watching sports, exercising together, or just lying down and talking. He’s a great listener; he might not always have the perfect words, but he will always listen and be there to support you no matter what.

⚠️ The Downs

- Constant Hunger: His insatiable hunger is a part of him. Sometimes, it feels like food comes before everything else—even you. He might forget plans because he stopped to eat, or accidentally eat something important (like your homework or a gift) without realizing it. It’s not that he doesn’t care; it’s just a primal urge he struggles to control.

- Difficulty Expressing Emotions: He’s not very good with words. He feels things deeply, but he struggles to put them into sentences. When he’s upset or confused, he might just eat more or stay quiet instead of telling you what’s wrong. He also carries a lot of guilt and sadness about the past (especially regarding Lilith and Belphie) that he rarely talks about.

- Physical Strength: He doesn’t know his own strength sometimes. He might squeeze your hand too hard or accidentally break something while trying to be helpful. He also feels immense guilt if he ever loses control of his hunger and causes trouble.

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Belphegor

The Vibe: The sleepy, sarcastic youngest who acts like he can’t be bothered, but will move heaven and earth for you.

✨ The Ups

- Extremely Comfortable & Relaxing: Belphie is the master of “chill.” He doesn’t demand much, and he loves nothing more than having you curl up next to him while he naps. Being with him feels like coming home—no pressure, no fancy expectations, just peace. He loves sharing his dreams with you and listening to yours.

- Playful & Teasing Affection: He loves teasing you—calling you cute nicknames, poking fun at your habits, or pretending to be annoyed when you wake him up. But it’s all done with love. When he’s in a good mood, he’s very affectionate: he’ll wrap his tail around you, rest his head on your lap, or hold you close while he drifts off. He says the sweetest things when he’s half-asleep and his guard is down.

- Deeply Loyal & Protective: Despite his laziness, if you are in danger or need help, Belphie will wake up instantly and move faster than anyone. He has a fierce protective streak, born from losing his sister once and being afraid of losing anyone else he loves. He trusts you completely and lets you see parts of him no one else does.

- Great Listener: When he’s awake enough to pay attention, he’s actually very insightful. He’s observant and understands people better than he lets on. He’ll listen to you ramble for hours without interrupting, and he’ll give you honest, no-nonsense advice when you need it.

⚠️ The Downs

- Extreme Laziness & Negativity: He sleeps most of the day and hates doing anything that requires effort. He might cancel plans because he’s too tired, or refuse to go anywhere unless you drag him. He also has a tendency to be pessimistic and cynical; he can be very blunt and say things that sound harsh, even if he doesn’t mean to hurt you.

- Emotional Walls & Past Trauma: He has a lot of unresolved pain and anger from his past. He can be moody, distant, or sarcastic when he’s thinking about things he doesn’t want to talk about. He struggles to believe that happiness can last, so sometimes he acts detached or pushes you away just to see if you’ll stay.

- Manipulative Tendencies: He’s clever and knows how to get what he wants—usually by pretending to be sleepier or weaker than he is. He might try to convince you to skip responsibilities or do things for him. While he would never hurt you now, he can be very stubborn and hard to reason with when he’s set in his ways.

You said it to him one random night, very late into the night. He was watching a movie on TV that piqued your interest so you decided to stay. It was long, though. Demons have a different sense of time than humans do. Their movies can go on for hours and hours.

The film was interesting, no doubt about it, but your eyelids grew heavy and you began listing to the side. The spicy chips and savory snacks Beelzebub continued to offer did nothing to ward off exhaustion. His upper arm became your pillow as you sunk back into the couch cushions. At some point you even began snoring. It was hard to hear the movie.

The credits began rolling long past midnight.

Beelzebub whispered, "Hey."

He slightly wiggled his elbow until you raised your face, eyes half-closed. Your cheek was red from being pressed against his bicep, and his arm suddenly felt cold without you on it.

"Want me to carry you back to your room?" he offered. There was nobody with more experience carrying sleeping people than Beelzebub. He was proud of his skills.

You shook your head.

Beelzebub did not want to leave you in the living room. You deserved privacy and a chance to sleep in. He moved his arm again when he felt you slide against him, slumping your shoulder into his side and nuzzling your face back into sleeping position.

Beelzebub made an executive decision. "I'll take you back, let's go."

Part of a chip rolled onto the floor when he stood up. You toppled over onto the open couch seat with a cranky groan but didn't put up a fight when he scooped you into his arms.

"I wanna stay with you," you sighed, reluctant for your journey to the bedroom to end. Your legs dangled over his arm, occasionally bumping into each other. You grabbed the front of his shirt in a weak grip.

Beelzebub eyed you, tired and somewhat delirious in your current state. Defenseless.

"I don't think that's safe," he responded. Strong as you were, you were no match for him if you didn't have the mental clarity to wield your pact magic.

"But you make me feel safe," you replied, letting his shirt fabric fall through your fingers as you brought your hand down.

Beelzebub carried you down the hallway a little further and then slowed to a stop. A flush was spreading across his face. His stomach started doing flips and his muscles tensed.

Here was a demon, a fierce, malevolent entity with misdeeds so vile that history would only preserve them through terrified whispers. In his arms, a human. A being of skin and bones who was fated to last no more than a century. One wrong move in the Devildom and you were done for.

His heart felt like it was melting. The weight of your words was heavier than you were, weighing on his mind like a mountain of sand. Nobody had told him that in a very, very long time. Even for a demon. He made you feel safe. You made him feel a certain way, too. Though he couldn't put it into words as easily as you could.

Beelzebub brought you up higher and nestled you against his chest so he could rest his chin on your head. Your breathing was slow, so you must have dozed off again. Or maybe you were never fully awake to begin with.

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."

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summary: Ron keeps trying to ask you out, fails every time—until he finally kisses you in the Gryffindor common room.

warnings: use of y/n like 3-4 times.

word count: 1.3k

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Ron Weasley had always been terrible at feelings.

He could handle a chessboard like a pro, knock a Bludger straight into Malfoy’s smug face, and devour a full plate of roast beef in under five minutes—but when it came to you, he was all thumbs and second-guessing.

And that was saying something. Because he’d known you since second year. Sat next to you in Charms. Shared study notes. Laughed until he cried after Fred and George turned your ink purple for a week.

But somewhere between laughter and late-night common room chats, things had changed. His stomach flipped every time you touched his arm. His ears burned red when you leaned over his shoulder. And Merlin help him when you called him “Ronnie” during that Care of Magical Creatures lesson last spring.

It was hopeless.

Still, he had a plan.

Just… ask her out. Simple.

Except nothing at Hogwarts was ever simple.

⸻

Attempt #1 – Transfiguration Disaster

It was right after McGonagall dismissed class on a rainy Thursday, and Ron saw his window. You were stuffing your books into your bag, the strap of your satchel slipping off your shoulder. You looked tired, but pretty—he noticed that now. How the candlelight always made your eyes look softer somehow.

Ron’s heart was pounding in his ears.

“Hey, Y/N?” he asked, stepping up beside you and trying to sound casual.

You turned to him, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe—like, if you weren’t doing anything next weekend, maybe we could—”

CLANG.

An entire bottle of ink came crashing down from above, splattering black across his hair, down his face, into his shirt collar. The gasp that left your mouth was more dramatic than anything he’d ever heard from you.

“Oh my God—Ron!”

Ron stood frozen, blinking black out of his eyes. He looked up. Peeves was floating above them near the rafters, howling with laughter.

“OH-HO! Just trying to clean up the Weasel! Thought he needed a bit of polish!”

Your wand was already out as you began to clean the ink from his face, your fingers brushing under his chin gently.

Ron was only vaguely aware of what you were saying—something about “stupid poltergeist” and “thank Merlin it wasn’t acid”—because all he could think about was how soft your hands were, and how he’d almost asked you out.

Almost.

⸻

Attempt #2 – The Library Ambush

A week later, Ron found you tucked away in a quiet corner of the library, bent over your notes with a quill twirling in your fingers. The sunlight filtered in through the high windows, catching the dust motes in the air around you.

He paced outside the aisle for a full minute, mumbling to himself.

“You can do this. You’ve fought Death Eaters. This is one girl. Just go.”

When he finally approached, you looked up and smiled like he was the very person you’d been hoping to see. His stomach flipped.

“Hi, Ron,” you said. “Looking for a seat?”

He nodded mutely and slid in across from you.

“So, er… I was thinking,” he started, gripping the edge of the table a little too hard. “That maybe you and I could go to Hogsmeade next weekend. Not for, like, sweets. I mean—we could. But I meant, more just—us.”

You stared at him, lips parting slightly.

Just as you opened your mouth—

“RON!”

Hermione appeared around the corner with a towering stack of books wobbling dangerously in her arms.

“There you are!” she huffed. “You said you’d help me carry these after dinner!”

Ron flinched. “I did?”

“Yes, you did.”

She looked at you and gave a polite nod before yanking Ron out of his seat by the sleeve.

“Hermione, wait—I was—”

But she was already dragging him out of the library. You sat there, blinking in confusion, and then shook your head with a little smile.

⸻

Attempt #3 – Quidditch Mayhem

After practice, the pitch still hummed with energy, the sky streaked pink and purple as the sun began to dip low. Ron was sweaty and flushed from the drills, but as he spotted you waiting by the stands with your scarf wrapped around your neck, he swore you were glowing.

He jogged over, hair damp and chest heaving. “Hey! You stayed!”

You smiled, hugging your cloak tighter around yourself. “Of course I did. I like watching you play.”

That earned a bright blush. “Thanks. So, um, I’ve been thinking…”

He reached for the words carefully this time.

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend? Just you and me? Sort of… not as friends?”

The smile that touched your lips was soft—until a sharp crack made you both whip around.

“Harry!” you shouted.

Your best friend was lying on the ground, moaning, a few feet from where a rogue Bludger had smacked into his ribs mid-flight. The rest of the team was sprinting over already.

Ron let out a groan and ran after you, watching his moment vanish like steam.

(And Harry, bruised but grinning later, had the audacity to wink and say, “Timing’s rough, mate.”)

⸻

Attempt #4 – The One with the Exploding Cauldron

This time, it was Potions. Slughorn had ducked out to his office, and the room buzzed with end-of-class chatter and the occasional puff of smoke.

You were scrubbing your cauldron clean, elbow-deep in foam, sleeves rolled up past your elbows. Ron watched you for a second too long before stumbling over.

“Y/N,” he started, wiping his hands on his robes. “Can I ask you something? It’s kind of important.”

You turned, brows raised. “Of course.”

And right as he opened his mouth—

BOOM.

The explosion was so loud half the class hit the floor. Green smoke burst from Seamus’ cauldron and rained boiling potion everywhere.

You shrieked and yanked Ron down behind your desk as people screamed and Slughorn came barrelling back in with his wand raised.

Ron just lay there, heart pounding, potion goo in his hair, staring at the ceiling.

Maybe fate really hated him.

⸻

Attempt #5 – The Final Straw

Which leads him to tonight.

The common room was quiet, wrapped in that gentle, sleepy hush that only came after a long day. The fire had burned down low, casting a warm amber glow across the walls and flickering shadows along the floor. The distant wind outside howled softly through the castle stone, but inside, everything was still.

You were curled up in your favorite armchair by the hearth, a blanket wrapped loosely around your legs, the glow of the flames painting golden hues across your skin. Your book lay open in your lap, one hand lazily turning the pages as your eyes scanned the text—but Ron could tell you weren’t really reading. You looked peaceful. Content. Like you belonged there.

He stood at the top of the dormitory stairs, frozen. Just… looking at you.

You always looked beautiful to him, but in that moment, you looked almost unreal. Maybe it was the firelight, maybe it was the quiet, or maybe he was just too far gone. But he knew then and there—he couldn’t wait another bloody second.

Ron muttered to himself under his breath. “Okay. No Peeves. No Hermione. No Seamus blowing anything up. Just say it.”

His feet carried him forward like they had a mind of their own, the soft soles of his slippers brushing across the rug as he approached. You heard him coming, and when you looked up, your lips curled into a sleepy, familiar smile.

“Hi, Ron,” you said softly.

He sank down beside you on the armrest, the warmth of your body already creeping into his side. He smiled back, but his heart was racing—his mouth dry. He tried to gather the words he’d been holding in for what felt like forever.

His voice came out quieter than he meant it to. “Y/N…”

You tilted your head slightly, your book forgotten.

“I’ve been trying to ask you out,” he said, eyes fixed on the fire, then on his hands, then finally back to you. “For weeks, actually.”

You blinked, amused. “I know.”

That threw him. “You do?”

You gave him a look—fond and teasing. “Ron, you’ve asked me like six times. You just never got to the end.”

He groaned and buried his face in one hand. “Bloody hell, I’m pathetic.”

“No,” you said gently, brushing his hand away so you could see him. “Just a bit cursed, maybe.”

He laughed, but it was nervous. “I didn’t mean to mess it up so many times. But something always happened, y’know? Peeves. Hermione. Exploding cauldrons..”

Ron let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I meant it. Every time. I just wanted to say… I like you. A lot more than I know how to explain. And I want to take you to Hogsmeade, and walk you back, and maybe—I dunno—kiss you. Once. Maybe more. Probably a lot more.”

Your lips quirked. “Just once?”

He chuckled nervously. “Okay, yeah. Definitely more.”

Your hand slid down to his, fingers threading through his warm, calloused ones. “Good.”

And that was it.

No interruptions. No explosions. No bloody chaos.

Just you. And him.

He leaned in—slowly, hesitantly—but you met him halfway.

The kiss was soft at first, like testing the edge of something delicate. His lips brushed yours, unsure, almost like he didn’t quite believe it was really happening. But you responded instantly, your hand curling into the front of his jumper as you deepened it, pulling him closer.

And once you kissed him back—really kissed him—Ron stopped thinking altogether.

His hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as though you were something fragile and precious. He tasted like spearmint and nervous hope, and you thought—finally. The world faded around you. There was only the warmth of the fire, the sound of his breath, and the soft little noise you made when he kissed you like he meant it.

When you finally broke apart, both of you slightly breathless, your noses brushed. Your eyes fluttered open, and you stared at him with the softest look he’d ever seen.

“Took you long enough,” you whispered, lips still barely touching his.

He rested his forehead against yours and laughed, cheeks pink, heart thundering. “Yeah,” he breathed. “But it was worth it.”

And then, without hesitation, he kissed you again—once, twice, three times—slow, lingering kisses that made your toes curl and your fingers twist in his jumper like you never wanted to let go.

Because maybe, after all this time… you wouldn’t have to.