Obey Me! x Reader

Belphegor x Reader

(Slightest bit of Belphie spoilers for the freeing him arc and some subsequent chats. Gender Neutral Reader. Completely self-indulgent fluff.)

Something tickles my nose, stirring me from my peculiar dream of dancing with the Queen of England in a swimming pool.

I open my eyes, meeting the pitch black of the room. Something is definitely tickling at my nose, and I turn my head to hide my face in the pillow, the tickling resuming on my ear and the length of my neck.

The culprit is quickly made known.

Arms squeeze tighter around me, and I figure out why I'm so warm and cozy.

Which brother is it? It's a mystery at best. It's a regular occurrence for at least one of the brothers to crash in my room without prior warning.

Not especially handsy, so not Asmo. He's also off the list because my hand had gripped a sleeve on the arms around me while I slept.

Not Lucifer. Or Levi.

For obvious reasons.

At some point in my musing I'd turned my head to breathe, the tickling resuming upon my face.

I definitely have an inkling of who it is now.

The furry tail-- I'm assuming it's a tail and not some strange fluff creature that had snuck into my bed-- can only belong to Belphegor.

A knock on the door jolts me. "Breakfast time, N/n!" Mammon calls from the door.

I groan in agreement, knowing I'm in for a hell of a time waking Belphie up enough to let me leave.

Nonetheless, I'm more scared of Lucifer than I am of Belphie's clinging.

"Belphie."

He hasn't budged.

"Belphieeeee."

A soft snore escapes him, directly into my ear. He nuzzles closer, grip tightening around me. His tail is still a mild nuisance.

"Wake up, demon boi." I shift around carefully, facing him now. Why is he even in his demon form? I can see his smooth horns stretching and curling from his head.

I almost don't want to get up. He's comfortable and warm, and his face is so peaceful. No trace of the guilt he usually bears upon his gentle features when he looks at me.

"At least let me get up, Belph." I keep my voice at a pleasant level. "I can't do that when you're acting like a snare."

His scent is even aiding in me wanting to go back to sleep. It's soothing, like the faint smell of summer grasses and warm incense. Something else is pungent, overshadowing his usual scent. My shampoo. It's not a surprise, though, as he's asked to use it before, in the midst of borrowing Levi's manga and Asmo's room perfumes.

"Belphie, up and at 'em, sleepyhead." I prod at his shoulder, sure to be gentle. Waking a demon is not always a pleasant endeavour.  "I want breakfast."

He mumbles something about Beel, obviously still gone from the world of consciousness. I try again, slowly coaxing him awake.

"Belph-a-roooo~"

"Stooopppp no more of that name," his hand moves to cover my face, and his own face buries into my pillow.

I let out a laugh. "Belphie, you're finally awake."

"No I'm not."

"My bad. Guess I'll have to keep calling you all sorts of cutesy nicknames 'til you are, Bel," I tease, removing his hand from my face.

"Whatever."

"I might even tickle you."

He pauses, as if mulling over the probably of him sleeping through the tickles. "Fine, I'll let you up." He relinquishes his grip on me, and I sit up. His tail smacks against the back of my head, as I click the overhead lamp on. His cheeky grin greets me as I give him a playful glare.

"Also, why are you in your demon form?"

He stretches lazily, bones crackling as he takes his time answering. "Better sleep this way. Like... The difference between wearing a suit to bed and wearing your birthday suit to bed."

"Gotcha," I laugh, crawling over him and out of bed. His arms lift over to me for a moment as I stand, his lips pouting as he rolls to watch me.

"Come back, it's cold." He pulls the blankets over him, up to his cheek. His hair is tousled from sleep, exposing the parts of his face that are usually obscured.

He looks cozy, I admit, denying the temptation to crawl back in and sleep next to him.

"I'd rather not tick off Lucifer by being late," I smile, grabbing my uniform I'd laid out last night.

He groans, and I move to the bathroom, changing and brushing my teeth.

As I exit the bathroom, I put my books and homework in my bag, feeling arms wrap around me. His head rests against my shoulder.

"M'sleepy." His weight shifts, and I brace myself.

"Belphie no, fragile human," I pat the top of his head, and he concedes, thankfully not crushing me. "Breakfast?"

"... Fine."

Somehow I get Belphie and myself to breakfast in record time, from the subtle to not-so-subtle amazement of his brothers.