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dreaming of you… when even his slumbering moments are filled with the thought of you

never did he thinks a human who was only supposed to stay for a year would worm their way into his heart and minds so much so that even when he's asleep, all he can think of is you. what is he dreaming about?

Lucifer

a perfect world where the two of you can live happily ever after, in the home you've told him you love. neither of you have responsibilities, it's just the both of you, together and happy.

Mammon

you might think it would be some grand casino, but actually no. he often finds himself dreaming about your late night runs to the convivence store together and picking up more snacks that the two of you can carry. afterwards, you go back to one of your rooms and eat while giggling together. what he wouldn't give to have that happen every night

Levi

honestly, he can't think of anything better of a day at a convention where everyone thinks he's cool and has a great cosplay. you're matching with him and the two of you get to do everything you want, and everything goes your way. At the end of the day, he's able to see that smile he loves so much from you

Satan

a cat cafe complete with all of his favorite books and lots of cute cats! but of course, you're there and the two of you are able to sit in a pile of soft blankets with cats. even if you're allergic, you're able to befriend them just fine in this world :)

Asmo

while a closet full of every accessory and clothing item he could ever imagine sounds nice, he actually dreams about just spending time relaxing in bed with you. a movie or something like that might be playing in the background but the only thing he can focus on is you

Beel

honestly, to him, a simple picnic with you sounds perfect. ideally by a lake and lots of trees so once you're done eating, you can sit together under a tree while cuddling <3

Belphie

somewhere that's the ideal napping spot with no distractions that the both of you can enjoy. the sky is always filled with your favorite constellations and the two do you can just lay there forever with no worries of responsibilities

#the eldest and the youngest rksbejd #they're just similar lol #aww

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They've never changed😭

#mammon my dear lucky 🥹🥹🥹

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Imagine that Solomon doesn't like to show his body. In all his outfits (except “arabian clothes”) he is always covered practically up to his neck.

So from that thought, I have the headcanon that Solomon's body is full of marks (I think it's something practically consensual in the fandom xd), not only from pacts with demons, but scars of wounds, marks of magical healing, remains of curses, patterns of ancient rituals done on his own body, traces of his not-aging, and other remains of experiments on his own flesh, because we already know that Solomon had a turbulent life after and before meeting Barbatos. And those marks were another stigma for the other humans, so he started to hide them. He used to cover them up with magic, but there came a time when that was a waste of energy and he stopped doing that.

So imagine now, during Mc and Solomon's living together on the same roof during nightbringer. The sorcerer is comfortable, and he is in the residence where he stayed so many times in the past, so when he leaves his bedroom he forgets to change, coming out in a tank top and shorts, he finds Mc drinking coffee and looking at him with eyes like saucers. When the magician notices, he gets nervous, many people have rejected him because of those marks. But Mc had nothing else to say but:

Mc: *looking him up and down* Nice~

Solomon: *nervous* I can ex- What?

Mc: Your body, your skin, is nice *caressing one of his tattoos* so much history.

Solomon: *blushing* Oh…

Mc: *smiling mischievously* The rest isn't bad either…

Solomon: *redder than a tomato* Mc!!!

Now the sorcerer thinks about changing his closet every time he passes a store.

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A Crushing Victory

This is the third part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.  

Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie Diavolo | Barbatos | Solomon | Simeon | Luke

✨My Masterlist✨

Warnings: Cursing Pairing: Leviathan x GN!MC Words: 1201

“Damn it!” Levi curses. He’s been stuck at the same part of his new game for over an hour. He’s lost track of how many times he’s tried it. He takes a deep breath before trying again, only to die within a few seconds. He groans and drops his controller on the floor, resisting the urge to stand on the desk and scream at the top of his lungs.

If it weren’t for Lucifer’s threat to confiscate his gaming computer, he probably would. He takes his headphones off and slams them on the desk, a way to release some frustration. Then he realizes that they’d done nothing wrong and that breaking them will not help.

He sighs when he realizes he’s feeling empathy for a pair of headphones. Then a gentle rap at the door startles him.

“Password,” he says, knowing that it’s you. You had told him you’d be by after you finished your study session with Satan.

“Let me in, Levi,” you reply. He rolls his eyes. Why does he bother coming up with passwords if you won’t use them? Stupid normie.

Nevertheless, he opens the door before returning to his chair. As you go to join him, you nearly step on his controller.

“Oops, I almost killed this,” you say as you hold it out to him.

“Might as well,” Leviathan grumbles. He takes it and you sit down.

“So… you wanna play DevilKart?” you ask, already grabbing your controller from the desk.

He gestures to the screen, “actually, I’m kinda in the middle of something right now.”

“Oh.” Levi notices the disappointment in your tone and starts to change his mind. “I don’t mind watching till you beat it.”

“Cool.” He says, selecting ‘retry.’

“Is that Azeroth? I’ve heard he’s the worst boss in the game,” you ask, just before the enemy strikes down Levi’s character.

He huffs, “yep.”

“Try again,” you say. He does. In fact, he makes dozens and dozens of attempts. Levi doesn’t notice it getting late. He can only focus on this stupid fucking boss with his stupid fucking rejuvenation powers. How is he supposed to beat someone that gets his full health restored every time he lands an attack on Levi’s character?

It’s not fair!

You try to help, both with encouragement and advice. You even try it yourself a few times. But it’s beyond annoying and you simply don’t have the patience. While Levi is the type to try over and over until it’s done, you’re content with losing three times.

You’ve got the cutscene memorized, it’s annoying as hell. You never want to hear the word ‘vanquished’ ever again. Not that it comes up a lot in real life, but still.

You’re getting pretty tired, but you said you’d watch. So… you sit there, waiting desperately for Azeroth to meet his end. You start to yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. The screen flashes. “VANQUISHED,” announces the game. You grit your teeth, that fucking word. Levi groans.

“Maybe you could put it down for a bit and try again later? Or we could look up a walkthrough?” you suggest, yawning again.

“Mmhmm,” he hums. You can tell he’s in hyperfocus mode. You grab a plushie off the shelf and start to fiddle with its clothing. Straightening out its collar and fluffing up the skirt. Eventually, you hold it in your lap like a teddy bear and sink back into your chair.

Your eyes start to close against your will, but Levi doesn’t notice. Within minutes, you’re sound asleep. The stream of constant curses and the sound effects from the game aren’t loud enough to wake you.

Finally, finally, he pulls it off. His character stands triumphantly over the foe and Levi leaps out of his chair and cheers.

“MC! MC, did you see that? It was amazing! I’m so glad I recorded this, I’m gonna post it on—” he pauses for a second when he realizes you aren’t cheering. Then his brows scrunch as he takes in your sleeping form, “MC?”

He rubs at his tired eyes before glancing at the clock, 3:21. Holy fuck. How long had he been working at this? Over… four hours. You’d been keeping him company since midnight.

When had you fallen asleep? He can’t recall. He starts to poke you awake, so you can sing his praises, as you always do when he does something awesome. But, before his finger touches your arm, his gaze falls on your sleeping face.

A blush creeps across his cheeks. Stupid kawaii human, drooling on one of his limited edition plushies. He grimaces, but decides he doesn’t mind too much. It’s not one of his favorites anyway.

Finished with the game for now, he turns it off. Then stands there for a few moments, unsure whether he should wake you. As he’s trying to decide, you move in your sleep, leaning a bit too far back. His eyes widen as your chair starts to topple over.

Before it can dump you to the floor, he grabs it by the top of the backrest, pulling it forward. Once it’s steady, he realizes you’re now awake. And staring up at him, confused.

“Y- your chair started to fall so I caught it,” he blurts out.

“Oh thanks,” you start, a blush on your face. He quickly backs away.

“I… I beat Azeroth,” Levi says, changing the subject.

“Really? That’s awesome! Good job!”

“Yeah, uh, you wanna see how I did it?” he asks.

“Hell yeah!” you answer excitedly. But when he turns to find the recording, you take the opportunity to yawn. After you see his recorded victory twice, you start to share your thoughts, “it was really smart of you to use those two moves together! And the poison attack while he was restoring his health! I didn’t think of that!”

He beams at your praise. And you start to stand, legs wobbly from sitting so long. You place Ruri-chan back on the shelf carefully and turn towards him.

“I’m gonna head to bed now, before I break my neck falling out of the chair.” You laugh.

He nods, “see you tomorrow?”

“Of course,” you start, then you narrow your eyes, “but we’re playing DevilKart.”

“I promise. I’m… sorry I got so caught up in that,” Levi apologizes.

You smile. “It’s okay. I think it’s sweet how focused you get,” you say, patting his arm. “Goodnight.”

And with that, you exit, leaving him alone in the dark, clutching the arm you’d just touched.The blush on his face is brighter than the light from the monitor behind him.

“Sweet?” he says aloud. You think he’s sweet? This is like that one manga he read, ‘I kept my friend up all night playing video games and they confessed their love for me.’

He flops back in his chair, staring at your empty one. Is that actually how you felt about him? His arm is still tingly. Holy shit, how does he feel about you?

(The next evening, he keeps his promise. And because he can’t focus, you win every single race. Which annoys him, but when you smile, he feels his face heat and subconsciously touches his arm.)

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BEHOLD! One of the most powerful beings in all the realms!

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Luci drawn for the MAYLA campaign on Twitter 😌✨

#luci my morningstar

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What if Lucifer and Barok van Zieks are friends?

I mean, they're sshare ssome similar between them.

They've suffered for teir loss of their sibling.

Barok lost his brother Klimt

Lucifer with Lilith, his youngest sister.

The love for the wine

Lucifer loves Demonus, and this man loves to waste his wine and glasses 😭😭😭

Vampire trope

Black hairs, red eyes, Lucifer has the elegant and sexy vampire charm.

And so does Barok van Zieks ；；

Of course, Lucifer shows more emotions if you compare to Barok. So I can't help but to wonder if Lucifer came to 19th London and met Barok for some vintage drinks.

They could be friends.

But what if more......

Barok as a reaper or a truly vampire lord.

I mean, reaper and vampire are from another realm even they're also in devildom right?

What if Barok is the fucking richest one and the hermit type one. He's seldom care for those vampire stuff or reaper thing. He would only show up to gather those dirtiest souls.

And our adorable golden retriever Lord Diavolo just invite him to join the RAD plan.

Since Solomon became so chaos, I bet he knew Barok and tried to annoyed him before.

One more reason Lucifer and Barok share commands.

#obey me lucifer #barok van zieks #I wish the crossover

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Barbatos looked like a dad when he received the letter from MC.

#i’m so 🥹🥹🥹

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To Calm a Storm

This is the fourth part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie Diavolo | Barbatos | Solomon | Simeon | Luke

✨My Masterlist✨

Warnings: None Pairing: Satan x GN!MC Words: 1080

2:56PM

Satan resists a growl as he paces in a small, tight circle in the corner of the RAD library. His fingernails, which are on the verge of becoming claws, are biting into his palms. He hopes he’s not bleeding. He’s planning on meeting you, as he often does between classes, and that would be embarrassing.

Fuck, he thinks, as he wrenches his hands apart to see angry, red crescents on his palms. But no blood, that’s good. Either way, he can’t let you see him in this state. The very idea is enough to make him feel sick. Satan sinks into a chair at your regular table in the corner and takes a deep, deep, breath, trying to steady his nerves. Trying to forget the argument he’d just had with the professor of Pactology.

You’d once mentioned that slowly counting to ten was a human method of controlling one’s anger.

So, he gives it a try, and he can almost feel it working. Then he hears your voice as you say goodbye to some of your friends outside the library’s entrance. His eyes snap open and he puts on a pleasant smile just as you appear from behind one of the tall shelves. As you approach him, your own bright smile falters.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” you ask, giving him a once over. Satan’s eyes widen briefly and he closes his hands.

“What? I’m fine,” he says slowly, carefully. To avoid it coming out from gritted teeth.

Your eyes search his face as you drag a chair over to sit next to him. After a quick inspection, you determine that something is wrong. “No, really, what happened?” you ask, placing your hand on his shoulder.

His eyebrows bunch up, “you can tell I’m upset?”

You nod, “you’re a good actor, Satan, but I can tell when something’s bothering you.”

Since the metaphorical cat is out of the bag, he sighs and starts to tell you about the argument he’d just had with his idiot professor. How she’d been giving the class the wrong information.

And when he raised his hand to correct her, she had to gall to scold and belittle him, as if there were no possible way a student could know more than her. Then ended her barrage against him by calling him the wrong name.

“She called you Lucifer?!” you screech, mortified. This earns you a glare from one of the librarians. You shrink into your seat until they pass by. Once the coast is clear, you ask again, in a more appropriate tone, “she called you Lucifer?”

“Yes.” he grits out, knuckles turning white as he grips the armrests. They’re probably moments away from being ripped off the chair.

“I’m sorry, Satan.” You rub at his arm in an attempt to sooth him. The two of you sit quietly for a few minutes. Your hand moves to his back, rubbing gentle circles between his shoulder blades. His eyes are closed and he subconsciously leans back against your hand.

You can feel the tension leaving him with every circle you make.

“I apologize.” he mutters, under his breath.

“For what?” you ask, hand temporarily stilling. He opens his eyes to look into yours.

“That you found me in such a bad mood. I was trying very hard to get myself under control.” he whispers. You smile softly and continue to massage his back.

“Satan, you’re allowed to get upset, ya know? That’s part of being... alive.” (You were about to say human, but that isn’t exactly applicable is it?)

“Yes, but—”

“No," you interrupt, “she was being unfair. She didn’t hear you out and she was being horrendously disrespectful. You had every right to be angry. As long as you don’t act on it, it’s okay.”

“Do you really feel that way?” he questions, with a head tilt.

“Of course I do. You didn’t destroy the classroom or threaten to disembowel her or something. You’re just irritated. Ya know, I’m surprised she started a fight with you anyway—”

“Because I’m Wrath?” he guesses, hurt written on his face.

“Because you’re very smart. And you’re the only one who gives half a fuck in that class.”

He blinks in surprise, then groans softly, “everyone thinks I’m just a copy of him. It makes me so…”

“I know, I know,” you whisper, moving to sit on the arm of his chair. He looks up at you. “You’re not a copy of anyone. You’re Satan. You’re the most intelligent, most well-read, kind, witty, handsome—” you slam your free hand over your mouth.

He smiles again, it’s genuine this time. You look away, face turning red.

“Um, I’m gonna go find a book on ancient pactology and we’ll show that old hag!” you say, standing abruptly before wandering off in the completely wrong direction. Satan laughs softly, then touches the back of his shoulder where your hand had just been.

He watches you stumble over your feet, then realize you’re going the wrong way. As you turn towards the correct section, you nearly walk into a bookcase. He chuckles again. His anger dissipated.

Something else flutters in his chest, he puts his hand over his heart. It’s not anger, or fury, or rage. It’s something much… softer. Lighter. Unfamiliar.

Once you return with a book, several hundred years older than you, you carefully set it down before opening it to the back. And as you run your finger down its index, Satan only looks at you.

If the books he reads are accurate, this feeling could only mean one thing. His eyes scan your face.

“Here we go,” you say, pulling the book towards him. Then you start to read a passage which probably proves his point, but the words aren’t quite registering. “See, you were right!” you exclaim, pointing to the words.

“Uh,” he glances down to read the details of how pacts were formed in the days long before your birth. “Of course.”

“Didn’t doubt you for a second,” you smile before looking up at the clock behind you. “Uh oh, my next class is in four minutes! I’ll see you later.” you say as you get up. You pat his head softly before exiting the library.

And suddenly his cheeks are on fire.

(He totally doesn’t sit there for the next fifteen minutes, imagining your hand on his back. And he certainly wasn’t late to class for the first time because of it. No sir.)

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Belphegor followed you down the hall as you dragged your suitcase. It wasn’t very big, but it was still heavy and annoying to lug over the thick decorative carpets. Every time one came to an end, the luggage thudded loudly back onto the hardwood floor.

“You sure you have everything? You packed the pillow I gave you?” Belphegor sluggishly matched his pace to yours. Having long legs must be nice.

“Of course, I triple checked.” ”Good. That’s my fifth favorite pillow, so you have to come back and return it, ok?”

You nodded as the suitcase went over another bump. This was your third time going over this exact conversation.

It wasn’t just the youngest, all of the brothers were antsy about your little trip. It was written all over their faces as you arrived at the foyer where they were waiting. Satan and Asmodeus solemnly stood up from the steps they were sitting on. Mammon and Leviathan had a hard time looking at you, their eyes darted all over the walls and ceiling. Beelzebub offered to move your suitcase by the door.

Just one weekend away. That was it. Solomon volunteered to take you back to the human world for a bit. You couldn't let a rare trip home pass by, as who knew when the next opportunity would arise. You could eat some normal food for once and stock up on your favorite human things. Though, your housemates reacted like you were leaving for a year.

“Did you pack everything?” Lucifer asked.

“Of course, I triple checked.” Deja-vu.

“Even the lotion I gave you?” Asmodeus looked so worried. He loosely took hold of your forearm with a tear in his eye. “Don’t forget, the sun is awful this time of year. I’ll never forgive you if you come back looking like a lobster.”

“Asmo, I won’t.” You grinned at his silly concern and leaned in for a hug. Asmodeus did not disappoint.

Everyone else took a step forward, hoping for a hug of their own, as Asmodeus breathed into your ear, “I’ll be waiting.”

“You have my number. If anything goes wrong, call me.” Lucifer sounded so reliable as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

There were half a dozen chimes of “mine, too!” and “same here!”

You’d been away for longer trips. How in the world did these guys survive for so many millennia before you met them? You turned to look at Lucifer, wanting to counter that Devildom phones didn’t even work in the human world, but he probably knew that already.

"Don't talk to strangers," he reminded, "and don't go out alone at night. Some humans are worse than demons." He wrapped his arms around you and wished “safe travels.”

Mammon stepped up next. He forced himself to stare at you, haughtily playing off the sadness he was really feeling. His bottom lip jutted out a little more than usual. “Well! You’ll bring me back a good souvenir, right?”

“Oh? I don’t know, I might not have time…” It was playful banter, yet your words shocked him. Mammon’s eyes widened. He began stammering and gripped your fingers. You quickly performed damage control, “Joking! I’m joking, Mammon. Of course I’ll get you a souvenir.”

The younger siblings piped up, “us too!”

“I’m getting everyone souvenirs, don’t worry!” You already had a few gift ideas in mind.

Mammon put his forehead on your shoulder and a hand on your back that he rubbed. “But mine’ll be the best. I trust ya.”

“Don’t let Solomon give you any food he cooks,” Beelzebub warned. “Actually, don’t let Solomon give you any food. Ever.” He tried to give you a lumpy-looking cloth bag, no doubt filled with homemade treats to take with you. It smelled scrumptious. Only issue was, the bag was half your size.

“Beel, there’s food in the human world. I can’t take all this, why don’t you enjoy it with your brothers?”

Beelzebub frowned, setting aside his present. It tilted under the weight of its own contents. You felt a slight pang of guilt, but how could you carry it all? That much food could last you a week.

He picked you up for his hug, your toes dangling several inches off the floor until he gently set you back down. Belphegor caught you as you regained your footing.

His hug was simple and cozy. He tucked a strand of your hair behind an ear. “Don’t forget about my pillow.”

You suspected that if you ever actually tried to run away, these seven would go to the ends of the three realms to find you.

Satan nudged your luggage, observing the way it slided forward an inch. It was heavy to you, but clearly not them. “That’s really all you’re bringing? Do you have enough clothes?”

“Yes! You helped me pack!” The repetition was really starting to grate on you. Things were never this crazy when one of them had to leave the house for a few days. They wouldn't even care unless somebody went mysteriously unseen for over a week. “You all know I’ve got everything under control. I’ll be back in two days.”

“Hey, how come Satan got to help you pack?” Mammon complained.

“We did too,” Belphegor said, his twin in agreement.

“It was a group effort,” according to Asmodeus.

Mammon crossed his arms. "No way! You let these guys see your underwear?"

Satan ignored them. “Do you want another book for the road?”

“I’ll be fine.” You gave Satan his hug. After letting go, his fingers hovered by your side. “We’re teleporting there anyway. I don’t think there’ll be time to read anything.”

One suspiciously quiet demon in the back stared at the floor. “Two days,” he sighed. Leviathan did a poor job of hiding how upset he was.

“Levi, aren’t you going to say goodbye?”

“Yes!?” His head jerked up, met your gaze, and looked down again.

“I can’t leave until I get a full set of hugs from everyone,” you admitted. “I’m missing a very valuable part of the collection.”

Asmodeus and Mammon readily offered themselves for a second go. Leviathan’s cheeks flushed with envy and he grabbed you a little roughly, squishing his face into your shoulder. “You’ll take lots of pictures? A-and you won’t forget about us?”

You scoffed, “how could I forget about you? We’re bound together by a pact, aren’t we?” As for photos… you didn't know what would be interesting, but it couldn't hurt to take a bunch anyway.

Lucifer cleared his throat, signaling to Leviathan it was time to let go. "I miss you already," he muttered.

The seven of them followed you out of the house and down to the House of Lamentation’s front gate. It was like having a school of fish circling you. You could call it a miracle they weren't following you onto the main road, but if they went that far you knew they'd unreasonably demand Solomon take them along too.

“It’s just one weekend!” you reiterated. “Take care, you guys.”

They peered at you through the fence bars, waving when you glanced over. It was a sad sight, and possible attempt to make you come rushing back. If it was this bad already, you didn't want to think about how they'd act if you were going away for one week.

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I love Diavolo’s being darkest, since he’s the future demon king.

#arhhhhhh

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Since I've met so many earthquake today.

I can imagine before the earthquake begin, the brothers are shielding MC under their wings.

But our MC is a fucking Taiwanese, so when the earthquake starts

They would just sit there, feel the shaking.

And slowly wonder if they should hide under the desk or run after 30 secs.

But the brothers are dragging this fearless lamb to some where safe and cast dozens of protecting spells on them.

MC: Guys, guys— calm down, this one is a bit long and stronger one, but it's okay.

The brothers: MC WTF——

#obey me mc #obey me brothers

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Curtain Damashii Chibi’s of the brothers! 🤲💕

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Good mourning 🤫🧏‍♀️

#good night

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Obey Me: Climb into Bed [Dateables]

🕷 pairing: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, and solomon x gn!reader

🕷 wc: 961

🕷 summary: Unable to sleep, you sneak out of the House of Lamentation

🕷 warnings: making out, pet names (my love, sweetheart, babe, little one, implied smut, oral sex

🕷 a/n: I don't know what to call this line and I'm not fond of calling them side characters, so from here on out they will be dateables and the brothers will be demon brothers :)

Diavolo 

“Barbatos wouldn’t approve of your late-night shenanigans,” Dia says as he rolls over to see you at his bedroom door. 

“How did you know it was me?” You ask as you shut the door and head towards his bed. Diavolo sits up, moving the covers to welcome you into his bed. 

He’s shirtless, and in the glow of the lamp on the bedside table, you can make out every delicious ridge of his torso. 

“You expect me not to recognize the footsteps of the love of my life?” Dia asks as you strip your pajamas and climb in beside him.

You smile, melting into his side as his arm drapes over your waist. You lock eyes with him, bashful as he looks at you for a few moments in silence. 

Diavolo leans in, capturing your lips with his own. His large hand cups your cheek, and the other moves down to your lower back. Your leg ends up between his thick thighs, moaning as you rock up and down on his thigh. 

“Barbatos is going to kill me tomorrow,” Diavolo whispers in between saccharine kisses. 

“Why’s that?” You respond as his lips kiss their way down your jaw toward your neck. You grip his broad shoulders, cursing when he rolls on top of you between your legs and you feel his hard cock against your thigh. 

“Because we won’t be getting any sleep tonight, my love,” Diavolo grins as he kisses your lips again, moaning your name softly. 

Barbatos

“You really shouldn’t be in my bedroom this late,” Barbatos’ voice startled you as you shut his bedroom door. 

Across the room, he stands in nothing but a towel as his hair drips slowly onto his shoulders. You follow a drop of water running down his chest until it disappears into his teal bath towel. You gulp, pulsating as you blink, forgetting what he’s said. 

“Sweetheart?” Barbatos takes a few steps toward you while you try not to drool over his perfect physique. He smirks when he catches your gaze, your cheeks flaming hot.

“Yes?” You blink as he cups your face, his thumb tracing your lips. He doesn’t say a word as he kisses you, leading you to his bed where you fall with a gasp. 

Barbatos is on top of you, kissing your neck and helping you out of your pajamas before he drops his towel. His hair is still damp between your fingers when you tug it, pinning his face to your neck as he licks the column of your throat before his teeth sink in. 

“Barb!” You gasp, arching into him as his hands settle onto your hips. Your legs wrap around him as you pant, moaning when he moves lower. 

“I suppose the Young Master shall have a late start to his morning tomorrow,” Barbatos chuckles. “For I will be busy attending to your every need tonight.”

Simeon

“Baby?” Simeon looks up from his journal when he hears his bedroom door open. 

“Hey,” you wave shyly. 

“You shouldn’t be out so late,” Simeon scolds gently as you approach him. He closes his journal and sets his pen on his desk. 

“I couldn’t sleep. I sent you a message on the D.D.D. but you didn’t respond,” you explain. 

Simeon blushes as he reaches for the device. He was still learning how to use it and knew better than to ignore it when it pinged but inspiration had struck and he’d been writing since after dinner with Luke and Solomon. 

You take Simeon’s hand, leading him to the bed. Simeon takes his shirt off, tossing it onto the desk chair as you lift the covers and slide beneath them. He joins you a second later, pulling you to him. His dark hair falls over his eyes as he leans in to kiss you. 

“Did you miss me, little one?” Simeon teases as he kisses your jaw, cheek, and earlobe. “Couldn’t sleep without me next to you?”

“I wanted you to come to me,” you answer him, your hands running over the broad expanse of his back. “Wanted to feel you, kiss you, devour you.”

Simeon groans, moaning your name as he pulls you on top of him. His hands grip handfuls of your ass, kissing you deeply as you grind down on him. 

“Well, you’re here now and I aim to please,” he whispers before he kisses you again, his fingers unbuttoning your top easily as you grind on him once more. 

Solomon

“You know, I could have just popped into your bedroom instead?” Solomon smirks as you appear in his bedroom beside his bed. 

You jump, not expecting him to be behind you. 

“I tried sneaking out first but Lucifer caught me,” you sigh as you climb into bed with him. “I had to barter with Satan to get a spell book.”

“Resourceful,” Solomon laughs as he pulls you to him. “Next time just call and I’ll be right over. You know Lucifer won’t be able to keep me from you.”

“But isn’t it more fun to sneak around?” You grin as you kiss Solomon. He moans as you push him onto his back, your legs straddling his hips. His hands find their place on your ass.

“You do love the thrill of danger,” Solomon whispers as you kiss your way down his shirtless body. When you reach his sweatpants, you run your hand over his erection, licking your lips before tugging his sweatpants down with his boxers. 

Solomon curses, eyes shut as you wrap your lips around him. His heart rate spikes, pleasure coursing through him as you take him into your mouth. 

His fingers thread in your hair, moans escaping his pretty lips until he’s nothing but a puddle of lust underneath you.

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[anikasheep]

It starts small. You honestly don't think much of it. Crows begin leaving you gifts in your window frame. It's pretty rocks. It's a small screw. It's coins and grimm, it's a button from a shirt, it's shiny beads.

You bring it up to Mammon randomly one day. He stares at you wide-eyed. "What, you mean crowns leave ya gifts? Sound ridiculous," he says and you shrug.

"I mean, I've heard about crows leaving gifts for humans before. It's not that unusual, but usually, the humans give something to the crows in return," you say, thinking aloud. "That's the part that confuses me. I haven't given anything to the crows, so why do they like me so much?" Mammon's cheeks are bright red by now, the blush going all the way down his neck. Your brows furrow with concern.

"Hey, are you okay?" you ask and he nods quickly. "Yeah, 'm fine, gotta-go-see-ya! " he stutters and quickly leaves you, practically running away. You look after him in confusion. Weren't you both just supposed to be headed home?

The gifts continue. You get a single earring. At one point you get a small bone and at another time you get a tooth which leaves you a bit unsettled but also intrigued. You treasure every single gift, keeping it in a small box by your desk. You begin to leave the crows gifts in return. You find that they like peanuts and berries. One time you experimentally leave a big piece of watermelon, only to find it devoured within minutes.

The next day there's a pretty locket with what looks like a flower engraved in it. You gape at the locket and instantly put it on, proudly wearing it around your neck. You make sure to leave the crows a feast that day.

Satan is the first brother to notice it when it slips out from the collar of your uniform one day. "Is that new?" he asks. "Oh yeah, I've befriended a bunch of crows." Satan stops in his tracks and stares at you.

"You've befriended crows?" He repeats and you nod. "Yes. Why is everyone so weird about this?" A knowing smile creeps onto his face and he shakes his head.

"Why do you think the crows like you so much?" he asks. You hum, considering it for a second. Eventually, you have to draw a blank and look at Satan in defeat. His smile only grows wider.

"Ask Mammon. He might know."

You find Mammon in his room, lying in his bed. He smiles when he sees you and pats the bed, motioning you to come over. "Come here," he says and you do, lying down next to him. He huffs and pulls at you so you're lying on his chest. You can feel his heart beating and you look up at him through your lashes.

"Hey, Mamms," you say and he runs his hand down your back, rubbing circles into it. "Hey, treasure," he says and grins.

"Satan says you might know the cause of my new friendships." His cheeks turn crimson in an instant and he lets out something akin to a nervous laugh. "Oh, the crows, you mean?" you huff and playfully roll your eyes. "Come on, big guy, spill the beans," you say and Mammon sighs.

"So, the crows like you, because, well, I told them about you," he says and a grin spreads across your face. "Go on," you say.

"Okay, I have crow familiars, you know what a familiar is, right?" he says and looks at you expectantly. You rake your brain, remembering briefly having about it in one of your classes. "Yeah, it's like witches with black cats, right?" you say and Mammon hums.

"Yeah, kind of, but anyone can have a familiar and it can be any animal. The whole black cat thing is just something the catholic church made up." You nod in understanding while Mammon continues to rub patterns into your back. The beating of his heart seems to have become louder underneath you. "So what you're saying is you can't shut up about how awesome I am and now a bunch of crows are obsessed with me?" you say and Mammon hides his face in his hands. You giggle and pry his hands away, smiling at him adoringly.

"Please don't make fun of me," he huffs and you pout at his antics. "I could never tease my lovely little bird boy," you coo and Mammon groans while pushing you off him. He turns his back to you and you laugh manically. "Come on, Mamms, It's cute," you say and press soft kisses to the nape of his neck. "you're cute," you say and throw an arm and a leg over him, attempting to spoon him. You feel him instantly melting to your touch, completely unable to keep his resolve. It's almost too easy when he turns around again to face you. You smile at his pink face.

"I really like the gifts the crows gave me," you reassure him because you genuinely do. It's become something you look forward to when you open your window.

"You do?"

"Yeah, absolutely," you affirm and he smiles sheepishly. "I once tried to train them to steal money for me, but it didn't work."

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