#om belphegor

- 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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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.

Lucifer: *annoyed* What did you SAY?!

Satan and Belphie: *listen discreetly*

MC: You lose a lot of feathers, to the point you hide the holes in your wings with magic. Plus, it’s obvious that your feathers should have a bluish sheen but they’re dull. Not to mention some of them are a bit white, like your hair!

Lucifer: *remains silent, much too shocked*

MC: I thought at first it was the stress and the sleepless nights, but no, it’s just old age! *smiles*

Lucifer: *has an expression of horror and leaves the HoL*

Satan: MC, do you realize what you said to Lucifer? The Avatar of Pride?

Belphie: MC, I think you’re really suicidal.

MC: Why are you saying that? It’s normal to grow old!

Belphie: MC, we are Avatars. We can’t "grow old" like most demons.

Satan: Barbatos is the first demon born, but he does not have a wrinkle or white hair. Demons like us do not deteriorate physically over time.

MC: But... oh no.

-Late at night, at the Demon Lord’s Castle-

Lucifer: *enters furiously into Diavolo's office* DIAVOLO!

Diavolo: Lucifer?

Lucifer: What do you think about my wings? *shows his wings beautifully* TELL ME.

Diavolo: They are pretty...?

Lucifer: "PRETTY"?! AREN’T THEY BEAUTIFUL LIKE YOU SAID WHEN I WAS AN ANGEL?!

Diavolo: uh... I’m worried about you, Lucifer, and...

Lucifer: ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW DIAVOLO! *taps the desk, without noticing Barbatos’ tea fall*

Barbatos: Lucifer, don’t talk like that to the Young Master.

Lucifer: IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU!

Barbatos: *annoyed* Your feathers are bland and do not shine, to the point that even Mammon can no longer sell them because they lost value in the market. Not to mention the holes in your wings, it looks like you’re ripping out your own feathers.

Lucifer and Diavolo: *too shocked to talk*

Barbatos: Fortunately, you don’t often take your demonic form in public anymore because you would ruin your reputation on your own. Compared to other peacock demons, you are in a terrible state. *smiles* But you know it, right?

Lucifer: *looks at Diavolo with tears* I am such an ugly peacock...? Me...? The Avatar of Pride...? How...?

Diavolo: Of course not! You are beautiful! Your feathers and wings have been damaged lately, but that doesn’t take away your beauty or your value! You remain the most beautiful being of the three worlds!

Barbatos: *still smiling* But a spa treatment with Asmodeus is a must, as well as some potions from Solomon to regain a bit of volume. They are the only ones who can save your poor wings.

Lucifer: *cries like a sad peacock*

Diavolo: Barbatos!