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natimiles · 2 months

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Caring (Satan x reader)

Summary: It doesn’t take him more than a glance your way to know something is wrong.

Words: 950

Tags: can be platonic or romantic; cuddles; hurt/comfort for reader; no specified pronouns.

Sometimes you forget how perceptive he can be. But what would you expect? Satan was a walking encyclopedia who loved reading detective stories. So it doesn’t take him more than a glance your way to know something is wrong.

He doesn’t say anything, not during dinner. He will wait; he doesn’t want to cause a ruckus. His brothers — especially Mammon — would probably make things worse if they realize you’re not quite yourself tonight. It pains him to admit that Lucifer probably noticed too, but is keeping quiet for the same reason as he is.

When dinner is over, you excuse yourself and make a beeline for your bedroom. Satan doesn’t linger in the dining room either, opting to go to his room to change into his pajamas before heading to the library. He knows he can find more help there.

The blonde finally finds what he needs and makes his way to your bedroom, thankful that his brothers are back in their own rooms; the last thing he wanted was for someone to see him and decide to tag along. Since the kitchen is already empty, he makes a quick stop there. He sets two mugs of hot, soothing tea on a tray and continues on his way to you.

Satan calls for your name when reaches your door, unsure if you’re still awake.

He waits for a while, straightening his posture and moving closer to the door to ensure he can hear you. He debates whether to call you again, knock on the door, or simply attempt to barge in — he never once considers leaving you alone. Then he hears your soft steps crossing the room on the other side. Not long after, he hears the soft click of the door being unlocked, and he finally gets to see your face again.

The first thing he notices is that you’re still in your uniform, and he tries hard not to frown, not wanting to give you the wrong impression.

“Hey, Satan,” your voice is weak, and you try to smile, but he sees how it doesn’t reach your eyes. You scan the tray in his hands and then his face. “Wanna come in?”

“I do, thanks.” He walks inside and sets the tray on the table. “I brought tea, as you can see.”

“That’s lovely of you.” There it is again, the weird smile you’re giving today. He must be giving you a funny look because you furrow your eyebrows. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re weird today,” he says bluntly. Your eyes widen, and he realizes he probably sounded rude, waving his hands. “No, no! Wait, let me rephrase that, please… Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and something is different from your usual self, but I cannot pinpoint what it is.”

Casting down your gaze, you turn to make your way to the bed, flopping down onto it, and staring at your ceiling. You should’ve known your favorite demon would never let anything slide.

He follows every movement of you with his eyes.

“I’m just feeling down, and… a little anxious, I guess?” you shrug. “Just one of those days where everything that could go wrong, goes wrong.” You laugh with no humor.

“I see.” He puts his hand on his chin, thoughtfully. “Well, I have soothing tea, safe for humans, don’t worry. If you want to talk about it, drink in silence, not drink it at all, cuddle, or just stay silent together, I’m here.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him. He’s still standing beside the table, as if waiting for you to decide what you want before coming to your side. Your heart clenches at how adorable and considerate he can be, and it’s like you finally remember how perceptive, smart, and caring he is; how much he loves you.

“I would like that tea,” you say with a nod. “And some cuddles.”

“Good choice,” he smiles, sounding almost proud of you. “Why don’t you change into your pajamas or something more comfortable? I can get it for you.”

Nodding once more, you accept his offer. And in no time, Satan gave you your pajamas, threw your uniform into the laundry basket, and was now handing you the steaming mug of tea. You can’t believe that it’s still hot, but then you think he probably put a spell on it to keep it hot enough while drinking.

He settles down beside you, leaning his back against the headboard, and starts chatting about the most random topics he can pull off. When he notices you’ve finished your tea, he shows you his last weapon. You raise your eyebrows, only now noticing he brought your favorite book with him.

“You remembered…”

“Of course I did,” he raises an eyebrow, sounding almost offended and indicating how obvious it is that he retains every little piece of information about you. “Would you like me to read it for you?”

“I’d like it very much,” you reply with a soft smile. This time, he notices how your eyes are starting to shine again.

“Very well, then why don’t you settle down here?” He pats his thigh.

Putting your empty mug aside on the nightstand, you lie down, using his lap as a pillow and pulling your blankets to cover you. He smiles down at you and gives you a kiss on the forehead. He opens the book and starts reading, his fingertips absentmindedly playing with your hair.

Satan knows that it’s probably not enough to completely heal you of this unpleasant feeling you were experiencing, but it’s a start. He’ll make sure to always be there for you in the future.

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etheries1015 · 1 year

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arvandus · 1 month

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Caught Dancing - Barbatos x gn!reader

Special note: I'm hoping to continue this theme with the other OM characters; I was going to do it as one big post, but it would be too long, so they'll be posted individually over time.

Warnings: fluffy, flirty, with a side of humor; song lyrics are present in this and I have no regrets. 😎

Song: Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by Muse

Barbatos walked steadily down the length of the hallway, eager to return to where he’d left you. You’d offered support in some of the cleaning today, but he had to step away for a moment to deal with some unexpected guests. He only hoped you hadn’t wandered too far, your innocent feet taking you to dangerous, unfamiliar places within the demon lord’s castle.

But his fears were quickly assuaged before he even reached the open double doors of the room you occupied. The sound of upbeat music met his ears, and above that, the sound of your singing voice.

“You’re just too good to be true,

Can’t take my eyes off of you,

You feel like heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I’m alive...”

Barbatos’s steps slowed as he reached the room. Curiously, he looked in and froze momentarily.

You were dancing around the room, the cleaning supplies set off to one side and a broom in your hand. Your DDD was the source of the music, the volume loud enough to drown out any signs of his approach. Between your singing, cleaning, and dancing, it was no wonder that you were entirely oblivious to his presence.

Not that he minded... the sight of you swaying your hips and gesturing with your arms as you sang the lyrics allowed him to appreciate your attractiveness in a way he usually never got to experience before. A small grin tugged at his lips and he leaned gently against the doorframe, his chin pensively held in his fingers as he watched you.

The song built into a crescendo, the loud guitar and drums building, and you played air guitar on the broom, your head banging back and forth to the beat before breaking out into the chorus.

“I love you baaaby,

And if it’s quite alright, I need you babyyy

To warm the lonely nights, I love you, baaaby

Trust in me when I saaayyy

Oh, pretty baaaaby

Don’t bring me down, I pray

Oh pretty baaaby

Now that I’ve found you, stay

And let me love you, baaaaby

Let me-“

Your turned and froze with wide eyes as you finally saw him. Your words evaporated on your tongue as the song continued to play and Barbatos could practically smell the panic emanating from you.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, and Barbatos suppressed the full smile that threatened to betray his amusement.

“B-Barbatos!! How, uh... how long were you there??”

“Long enough to witness your impressive air guitar skills,” he replied.

Embarrassment transformed every inch of your body and the broom fell to the ground as you covered your face with your hands.

Barbatos chuckled and pushed off the doorframe and entered the room. He closed the distance between you and picked up the broom. “An interesting music choice for cleaning,” he commented.

“Sorry, sorry, it helps me focus. I was hoping to finish the room before you got back...” You quickly moved towards your phone, but Barbatos’s hand caught you by the wrist.

“Do calm down, you act as if you’re about to be punished.” he said wryly.

Your eyes widened and he could feel your pulse quicken beneath his fingertips. If Barbatos didn’t know any better, he might have suspected his comment had had an unintended yet pleasant effect on you. He suppressed a grin, his butler mask remaining firmly in place.

Still, he couldn’t help the way his thumb caressed across the soft skin where your pulse fluttered as he gently pulled you closer to him. You followed willingly until your body was inches from his.

“I enjoyed your music. And I enjoyed your singing,” he said gently.

You smiled and glanced down at your feet before looking back up at him. “Thanks. I guess I didn’t think it was your style, that’s all... you’ve always seemed more like the classical music type.”

Barbatos smiled mischievously. “I am nearly as old as the Devildom. There is much you have yet to learn about me.”

You nodded in understanding. Your gaze focused on Barbatos’s hold on you for a moment before you spoke. “Well... I’d like to learn more. About you, I mean...”

Barbatos cocked his head to the side thoughtfully, considering, before he finally spoke. “Tell me... do you enjoy heavy metal?”

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car-sounds · 2 months

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Your Heartfelt Confession

Solomon x (GN)reader

1499 words

Summary: You misunderstand Solomon's intentions after a confession, and Asmo helps settle the issue.

Hurt/comfort

“Solomon, I love you.”

The two of you have been dating for a while, even so this was the first time either of you have said ‘I love you’ out loud before.

You’ve known that was how you felt about Solomon for quite some time but the warmth of snuggling up against Solomon and the shimmer of the moonlight peeking through his blinds made you feel like this was the right moment.

He feels the same right?

The silence he’s giving you says otherwise.

He moves slightly away from you and remains silent. Your not sure what to do, leave?, apologise?, try and talk out the situation?, you want to do one of those but your body feels frozen in place and your lips unable to get a word out for fear of not being able to keep the tears welling up in your eyes from falling once you start talking.

Both of you just sit in silence while you're still awake, luckily you feel your eyelids start to get heavy so you can escape the tense awkwardness you started, at least for a little bit.

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You slowly blick yourself awake. Still inside Solomon’s bed just alone. You still have to get to RAD so you get ready with the things you brought with you for staying over.

Simeon is already up “Good morning, MC.”

“Good morning. Is Solomon still here?.”

“No, he told me he needed to leave early. You were already planning to eat with us, right?. Breakfast will be done in a minute.”

“Oh, ok. Thanks.”

Him not being with you in the morning is certainly not a good sign. At this point you're already mourning your relationship.

You try to put on your best smile to try and keep the others from worrying, maybe if you focus on smiling wide enough you won’t have any time to think about how the man you have fallen head over heels in love with doesn’t feel the same.

There is no way Simeon and Luke can’t see your upset, they’re angels after all. But even if they weren't, your emotions are extremely obvious right now. Trying to maintain a conversation without bursting into tears is proving difficult right now, the angels tried to ask what was bothering you but after a while of your obvious lies of ‘everythings alright’ and ‘Don’t worry it’s nothing’ they gave up hoping that giving you your time would help with things.

First class of the day happens to be with Solomon, your brain is fighting with itself attempting to decide what’s worse, him attending or not attending class. Pushing down your worries and stepping into the classroom you keep telling yourself.

‘Whatever happens, happens.’

Scanning the classroom you spot him, sitting in the spot next to yours like always.

He’s already starting to approach you “How’s my adorable apprentice and lovely partner doing?” ending that sentence with a kiss on the cheek.

Every part of that greeting confused you,

I know last night wasn't a dream, it happened you’re sure it did.

“...”

“Sorry, darling. I had a few things that came up this morning and I didn’t want to wake you up to say goodbye. Hope you’re okay with that.”

“...”

“Are you still feeling a bit tired this morning?”

Class was about to start and Solomon went ahead and dragged you to your seats.

All you could think was ‘What is happening!’

You know what happened last night was real, so why was he acting like it wasn't.

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You can hardly form sentences with all that you’re feeling. The rest of the day is spent ignoring Solomon as much as possible while you wait to talk this out in private and with a clear mind.

“Hey, MC. Are you busy after class?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I was hoping to try Cafe Lament's new menu items with you.”

“Is that all?”

That pettiness in you can’t be contained, was this man really trying to plan a date with you just hours after completely ignoring your declaration of love for him.

“Huh? Yeah, why.”

“Sorry, I’m busy.”

Your tone was cold, but you couldn’t hold back from being upset. He’s allowed to not feel the same way as you, you know that but the fact he’s ignoring how you are feeling is what’s making you act this way.

You know the reasonable thing to do right now would be to try and talk with Solomon about what happened last night, but the thought of trying that sounded very overwhelming to you in your current state. Still you wanted to get this off your chest. The only person you thought to talk about this with was Asmo, he knew the both of you well and has given you plenty of good advice in the past. A couple of days ago, Asmo had mentioned that he had done a collaboration with Majolish and was going to get the prototypes some time today, so safe to assume he went home.

Once you finally make it back home and finish changing out of your uniform, you head to Asmo’s room, praying that he’s in there. Thankfully he is,he saw your expression and immediately knew you were upset. Before he could even ask what was wrong you bursted into tears.

“Mc! What happened, hon?” He asked while pulling you into his room to give the two of you more privacy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He guides you to the chair by his vanity and takes out some tissues.

“Yes,” you have to take a pause to give yourself enough time to form a coherent sentence “it’s about Solomon”

“Oh, honey. What happened?”

“It’s nothing too bad but…” Even trying to talk about what happened is bringing you tears. “I told him I loved him and he didn’t even reply. Worst part is he didn’t even acknowledge what had happened today”

“What do you mean ‘it’s nothing too bad’ he should know better than to do that to you!” Asmo kneels down next to you and holds your hands to comfort you before giving his solution “If you feel comfortable with it, then how about I talk to him for you. How does that sound?”

“...I think that could work…I don’t really want to be there just in case it’s something I don’t want to hear.”

“Alright hon, I can ask to talk to him tomorrow. How about right now we try out the things made for my Majolish collaboration?” All you could respond with was a nod to him and an attempt of the most genuine smile you could muster.

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All of yesterday’s pamper got you feeling a bit better, even so you still have your feelings of heartbreak weighing on you. Asmo’s gone out, he asked Solomon to talk with him, all you can do is pace around your room, waiting for whatever the conclusion will be. This could be the end of your relationship and all you could do was wait around. Why did you get Asmo to do this without you around, it’s making everything feel more out of your hands than it would have been with you there. Sure it would have still ended the same but at least you could interfere or something, but that also wouldn’t be ideal. He should get to say his decision without me trying to get what I want to say out loud. It’s only fair, right?

Well, it’s too late to question what the better option would be. Your phone buzzes, it’s a text from Asmo. He says Solomon agreed that you two should have a talk with each other.

It’s agreed that Solomon is coming to the House of Lamentation to have this discussion in your room. It’s only going to take a few minutes for him to get here.

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It took a lot longer than you expected to hear a knock on your door. Asmo was standing behind him, he offered to stay to mediate the discussion but Solomon turned that down. Once the door was closed and you two were both seated on your bed Solomon starts speaking “MC, I’m sorry for how I handled what happened. It’s just that I’m worried about accepting that I’ve fallen in love with you. It has nothing to do with who you are, I just have lost everyone I’ve ever loved due to my immortality and it's just difficult for me to let people into my life and express how much I care about them. I do love you, MC. I hope you know that I mean it.”

At this point, tears are running down your face. Solomon and you chose to sit a little distant from each other when you first sat down but as soon as he’s done talking you lean in to hug him for some comfort. All you have to say is, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes I’m sure. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 9 months

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simeons-hips · 2 years

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「 Love Sick 」

part 1 ┊ part 2 ┊ part 3 ┊ part 4 ┊ part 5

Asmodeus

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The pact activated, filling Asmo with the urge to leave the room.

Had he been stronger, been one of his older brothers, maybe, he would have been able to resist the order.

"MC, wait! Please-"

Asmo's feet dragged as he reluctantly trudged towards the door.

"-I need to talk to you!"

MC stayed silent, eyes closed as they ignored Asmo's pleas.

Asmo continued to approach the door.

He felt he could not leave this time- that this was his last hope of repairing any part of his relationship with MC.

The thought of leaving MC now only seared Asmo’s heart, hotter than any pact.

Letting out a scream of frustration, Asmo managed to do the impossible.

He faced MC, standing in place.

He disobeyed his pact.

A pink light flashed through the lust pact mark on MC’s body.

A pang of pain accompanying it sent MC reeling into the bed, clutching the marked skin.

Massaging the area the mark resided on, MC attempted to lessen the ache.

They soon turned their head to check on their pactmate, noticing he had fallen onto the floor in exhaustion.

He laid face down, fists clenched beside his head as he continued his futile attempts to push himself onto his knees.

“Asmo-!“

MC clumsily rushed to where Asmo laid, the aforementioned unbearable pain pushed out of mind.

Their hands reached out,

wavered,

then pulled back,

indecisive on the action in mind.

“MC-“

Compiling the strength he had left, Asmo shot his head upwards, chin resting on the ground as he made eye contact with MC.

Despite their efforts to look elsewhere, MC was ultimately mesmerized by such a gaze.

Behind a sheen of tears, Asmo’s eyes were locked onto MC’s with a resolve MC had never seen him exhibit.

Finally, he spoke, voice trembling, but determined.

“I can’t take this anymore. I hate seeing you hurt and I hate hurting you. I hate running away but that’s what I do. I hate it when you hurt me without even realizing it.”

Within his balled fists, his fingernails bore deeper into his flesh as frustration tears began to fall.

“But most of all.. Most of all I…”

MC’s expression steeled as they filled in the blank.

“You hate me.”

“I love you.”

Shock and disbelief couldn’t have been more evident on MC’s face.

Placing a hand on their cheek, MC’s eyes darted erratically as their brain desperately attempted to rationalize his response.

Still, Asmo continued.

“I hate all those things because I love you. Your every word, every step, every breath; you’re my entire world, MC. Nothing and everything you do has my attention- for better or for worse…”

Asmo paused before attempting to push himself upright once more, to no avail.

Hovering hands from MC once again hesitated to help.

With a grunt of defeat, he flipped onto his back and continued on.

“When you had gotten sick- a couple weeks back- you never called me to help you. You didn’t even want to look at me. I thought you had no use for me anymore. I was so scared you had abandoned me.”

MC sharply readjusted their positioning so they sat on their knees just above Asmo’s head.

“I just didn’t want you to see me while I looked so sick and gross- didn’t I tell you that? And I decided not to call you to assist me because of that and because I know how much you hate running errands.”

“Not if it’s for you! I said I would help you because I wanted to- and you should know you could never look less than gorgeous in my eyes!!”

“Of course you would say that.”

Catching a glimpse of a grin on MC’s face, Asmo softened his tone.

He began to shakily reach a hand towards MC’s face.

Noticing this, MC quickly supported his arm.

Asmo’s hand cupped MC’s cheek lightly.

“You’re so precious to me, MC. When I think about losing you.. I sort of lose myself too…”

Asmo’s eyes squinted as tears began to flow freely, finally able to communicate the long overdue words:

“I’m sorry.”

With those words, MC, along with the dam they had fought so hard to reinforce, crumbled.

Foreheads touching, both began to cry; tensions from the past week finally allowed to release.

After a couple of minutes, the two’s sobs had turned to sniffles.

MC placed a lengthy kiss on Asmo’s forehead, heavy but laced with the lightness of relief.

They closed their eyes and lifted their head just enough to see Asmo’s face.

“I’m sorry.”

Before Asmo had the chance express his grievances with MC apologizing, they continued.

“I wasn’t able to face you to work things out. I felt betrayed and afraid and just let that consume me… It’s something I’m working on but.. I hope you can forgive me for how I poorly treated you.”

Asmo vigorously shook his head.

“What are you saying?! That’s what I should be saying! I’m the one who lashed out at you and then ran away like a coward! You were nothing but kind to me and I- I…”

Hiccups interrupted Asmo as he realized he was on the verge of crying once more.

He wiped his eyes then nose on his sleeve with a groan.

“Great, now my make-up is ruined.”

Brief eye contact was made with MC before Asmo swiftly covered his face with both arms.

“D-don’t look!! I mean, I look pretty bad right now so...”

MC gingerly guided Asmo’s arms to rest by his head.

Asmo was petrified.

He was magic-less, make-up-less, and his strength was nearly completely gone.

Never before had Asmo been this vulnerable in front of any living creature in all the realms.

If there ever was a time for MC to abandon him, it was now.

And yet, when he squinted his eyes open to catch a glimpse of MC’s gaze, there was nothing but adoration and fondness.

“You could never look less than gorgeous in my eyes.” MC whispered through a smirk.

For the first time in a long time, Asmo became flustered.

“S-so now you’re stealing hearts and one liners?”

MC only grew more infatuated as they watched Asmo scramble to cover up his flustered stuttering.

The sly grin that grew on MC’s face only served to heat up Asmo’s cheeks further.

MC’s hand cupped his cheek, gently smoothing their thumb over the soft skin.

Finally breaking free from MC’s hooded gaze. Asmo slowly raised his arms towards MC.

“Hold me- Please?”

After a brief pause and shake of the head from MC, they quickly but carefully scooped Asmo into their arms and settled him across their lap.

“I can’t stand yet but, I think I’m slowly feeling my energy come back.”

“..me too..”

Resting a hand on MC’s décolletage and his head in the nook of MC’s neck, Asmo finally felt the exhaustion of the day.

MC continued to gaze at him, one arm supporting his back while the other rested across Asmo’s thighs.

“Asmo..”

“..Mm…”

“…I’ll tell you after we rest.”

Asmo’s heart skipped a beat.

Jolting his head back to view MC’s face properly, Asmo moved his hand up to cup MC’s cheek.

“No! Tell me now? Please??”

MC lightly chuckled at how desperate Asmo’s demeanor had quickly become.

“It’s not important. Let’s rest fi-“

“No!- pleeease!”

As Asmo moved his other hand to cup MC’s other cheek, he repositioned himself so that he was now straddling MC’s lap and giving them a full view of his pouting face.

“Please, tell me now, MC.”

After a moment of internal debate, MC sighed lightheartedly.

“Sounds like you already know what I wanna say.”

Asmo enthusiastically nodded his head.

“I wanna hear it.”

MC took a deep breath, then placed a hand on the back of Asmo’s head.

Tilting his head down, MC tilted their own head upwards, practically nose to nose with each other.

They held an intense gaze filled with unspoken emotion.

Finally, MC spoke.

“I love you, Asmo.”

With a pull of the collar and the tug of almond locks, Their lips crashed as the official revelation of their love had been realized.

Words of admiration, regret, compassion, and promise filled the night ahead of them.

And their words began to heal their own love sick hearts.

part 1 ┊ part 2 ┊ part 3 ┊ part 4 ┊ part 5 taglist: @asmobunn @everlasting-elegy @scare-dy-crow @eternallydaydreaming2015 @ashiellee @my-fic-corner @traumaramacenter @auroramae0 @lunalily19 @lucidreamsxx

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ilysia · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, MC | Brothers x reader|

summary: it’s mc’s birthday but no one notices.

FYI: THIS IS A REPLACED MC AU ONESHOT IDEA!

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A/N: trying to make this really painful for everyone HAHAH. Also, I’m thinking of making some fluff since I’m really milking the angst genre. I won’t post that often anymore, since I struggle to come up with angst plots haha. also my writing skills are a bit rusty since i haven’t written since last month.

warnings: pure angst, being replaced, no happy ending.

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Playing No surprises by Radiohead (slowed,reverb)

You feel excited as the alarm rings in your ears. You smile as you prepare yourself for the day. You glance at the calendar, seeing if you are wrong. You are not. Today is your birthday. You told everyone last week that it will be your birthday today, but it seems as if they couldn’t care less. You shake your head, they were probably thinking of how to surprise you, right? As you open the door, you hear the new exchange students voice. You heard her say “my birthday” and “today.” You feel your heart ache as you see Satan smile and ask her questions. You probably misheard it, right?...right. You walk down the stairs as the new student glares at you. You muster up a smile. “Good morning, Satan, s/n (student’s name)” She looked away, puffing her chest. She grabbed Satan’s hand and walked away. Your smile faltered as you look down. It seems Satan was busy. You walked towards Lucifer’s room, knocking on the crisp old door. You walked in as Lucifer looked towards you. “How may I help you, MC.” He said in a firm tone. “I was wondering if you were busy today?” He sighs. “I’m sorry, but we’re preparing for s/n’s birthday. She is quite important towards us and we would like to prioritize her birthday more than anything right now. Maybe next month we can. “ Your heart cracked as you still try to smile, your mouth quivering. “Yeah.....yeah we can.” You try your best not to cry as you slowly leave the room. You continued to ask each of them, but to no avail.

“Sorry MC! Me and S/N gotta buy the new video anime game! Maybe next week?”

“Sorry MC darling, but me and S/N will do a spa day since it’s her birthday.”

“I apologize MC, but me and S/N have bought tickets to Hell’s Kitchen”

“M’sorry, MC. Me and S/N needa go to the casino! She’s my lucky charm.”

‘”I’m supposed to tag along with S/N later. I’ll probably sleep through the entire way through.”

As you saw all of them leave the house with her, tears fell. One by one. It hurts. You were the one who fixed this family. And yet it’s as if they treated her like she was the one who did all that. You go back to your room, your light footsteps echoing the empty halls. You cried, soft whimpers coiling your throat. You cried until your throat hurt. You glanced at the cake you bought. You unraveled the box as you grabbed the party hat and lit the candles. You set the chiffon cake on the floor and you sat down. Its decorations were beautiful. Edible pearls and ornaments were adorned as the flames lit up the darkly lit room. You let out a half-hearted smile as more of the salty fluid went down your cheeks. You blew out the candle and it all went dark.

“Happy birthday to me.”

A/N: I more or less hurt myself mentally writing this. Happy birthday to anyone reading this (even if it’s not your day).

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jellyfishnugget · 11 months

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Hello and welcome to my blog!, im starting at writing on this app because i saw some people doing so and my friend encoraged me to open a session here, usually im making the rules and im gonna post them soon, i would love to make new friends and to write a lot! i usually write for a lot of sources but i will talk about this more freely on the rules for requesting

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zephyrchama · 1 month

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Mammon stares down at his youngest brother snoozing away on your lap. Belphegor has made himself at home with your thigh as a makeshift pillow. It’s far from the first time this has happened, and very unlikely to be the last. Any more, he just walks over and does it, falling asleep within moments without even asking. He’ll wake up if you try to stand. As long as you can still study, read, or scroll your D.D.D., it’s usually not too bothersome and easier to let Belphegor do what he wants.

The scowl on Mammon’s face says otherwise. “Ya really gonna let him walk, err, sleep all over you like that? How many time’s he done that this week?” He tisks and stomps his foot, looming over you with crossed arms. “Belphie, wake your ass up! Yer big bro has a bone to pick with you!”

You feel a warm exhalation on your leg. Belphegor seems to be sighing, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes or acknowledging Mammon in any other way, much to the elder’s chagrin.

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

“I’m flattered you think I’m strong enough to push a full grown demon off of me,” you admit, lightly ruffling Belphegor’s hair. “But, no. I’m not.”

“Don’t encourage ‘im!” Mammon grabs Belphegor by the collar.

At this provocation, the youngest curls an arm under your thigh and nudges his nose into the fabric of your clothes. He refuses to budge. “They don’t mind it, so just leave us alone.” Belphegor’s muffled voice sounds tired and annoyed.

“Belphie, let go! Ugh, use your pact!” Mammon literally growls. “Don’t coddle this jerk, you spoil him too much!”

“Don’t yell at me about it! I’m just sitting here!” you pout. ”And Belphie, watch where you’re grabbing.” It’s not your fault these guys go crazy over you. “Pact orders are painful for you guys, yeah? I don’t want to go through all that trouble. I’m still learning how to control the magic and it’s not worth it right now.”

“Hah? You kiddin’ me?” Mammon taps his foot and gnashes his teeth as Belphegor gives him the cold shoulder. “Fine then. Be that way.”

He goes to walk away, but abruptly turns back and returns. It’s evident when Mammon gets a new idea into his head. You can practically see the light bulb pop up over his head as he dons a cheeky grin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

“What?” Now you’re staring at him, disbelief etched into your features. You knew Mammon had the occasional lewd thought but even for him this was brazen. Maybe his brothers are right and he’s finally lost it.

“Spread your legs for the Great Mammon! C’mon!”

Belphegor snorts and turns his head ever so slightly, just enough to give his dumb older brother the evil eye. Mammon is tired of waiting and seizes his chance to yank your knees apart. By your own admission, you can’t fight the strength of a full grown demon.

“You’ve got two legs, there’s plenty a room for two demons here.” There isn’t exactly much space, but Mammon lays his head back on your thigh and grins up at you, bumping his noggin against Belphegor in the process.

Ah. You realize this was his goal and Mammon was just being too stubborn to come out and say it.

Your face grew hot. It felt weird to manspread with two doting demons on your legs. “You really could have phrased that better.”

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

Belphegor exhales again, probably laughing under his breath this time as he re-adjusts his arm to a cozier position.

Mammon is content just to admire you from below until he connects the dots, and a deep red blush spreads across his face. He turns, winding his arms around your back to better hide his face in the folds of your shirt.

He closes his eyes against you, his nose brushing against your side. “I don’ wanna think ‘bout anything. I work too hard, just lemme rest here a while.”

You allow it, ruffling his hair knowing full well you coddle both of them too much.

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natimiles · 4 months

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Midnight Kiss (Levi x reader)

Summary: You just want some alone time with your favorite and show him a human tradition for New Year’s Eve.

Words: 2647

Tags: fluffy; romance; first kisses; best friends; friends to lovers; anxious and shy Levi ftw; no pronouns for reader.

Notes: this was queued for my midnight. Happy New Year! May this year bring you happiness and may you have lots of fun with your otome husbands in 2024 too!

The castle sure was lively tonight, with a huge buffet featuring demon, celestial, and human foods and drinks. Demons from all over Devildom were dancing and chatting, and loud music was blasting from the speakers. As ironic as it sounded, this was a living hell for Leviathan.

Party and Levi were two words that didn’t mingle. His social battery was already low. Seated at a table in the corner, his tie was disheveled in an attempt to help him breathe better, and he looked tired. If he could, he’d just leave and go back to the comfort of his bedroom. But he couldn’t, or Lucifer would kill him. Besides, he knew you liked parties, so he was making an effort — he also couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you with his brothers.

Ah, his brothers. Every time Levi saw you walking his way, he felt so happy, but the joy was short-lived. They would always find a way to intercept you, dragging you across the ballroom, dancing and chatting happily. His jealousy soared, and he knew you could feel it through your pact mark because you’d look at him from across the room and give him the sweetest smile. His jealousy would heighten, and he’d pout, aware that everyone around also saw you smiling like that, even though it was aimed directly at him.

He sighed and looked back down at his video game. At least he could try to distract himself with something he liked. Keyword: try. It was too loud, and he stopped every other minute to scan the crowd, attempting to find you, only to discover you were with someone. The last time he checked, it was Simeon who had his arms around your frame, a confident smile on his face while he elegantly led you through the dance — and there was the vicious cycle again.

Levi looked up, expecting to see you still in the arms of another man. He frowned when he noticed you weren’t with Simeon anymore. Scanning the room, searching for everyone he knew you could be with, there was no sign of you. He panicked a little, realizing you weren’t anywhere he could see. He was about to stand up to run around the whole castle to search for you if he needed to, when his DDD started to go off.

“Heeeey, Levi!” Your voice sounded on the other side of the call. “Are you still sulking in the corner?”

“Wha- I’m not sulking!” he protested.

“Yeah, sure,” you snorted.

“Hmph, where are you?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but your giggles revealed he didn’t succeed.

“In one of the guest rooms, the last one on the left side.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I had to run and hide to have some privacy.”

“Oh, um… Sorry, should I hang up?”

“Levi, I’m the one who called you!” You laughed.

“Ah! R-right.” He bit his lip in embarrassment.

Your laugh died down, but your tone remained amused. “So should I summon you, or are you gonna come meet me on your own?”

“What?” He asked bewildered.

“Come meet me, Levi! What do you think I called you for?” You chuckled. “Just come on! If you don’t come now, I swear I’ll summon you!”

“No!” He yelped. He could almost see you squinting your eyes and pointing your finger at him, with that mischievous smile of yours. “I-I’m going!” He scrambled to his feet and started to walk, being as stealthy as he could while crossing the ballroom.

“Hurry, hurry!” You sounded excited on the other side.

“I hope no one saw me,” he muttered under his breath while glancing back. He walked through the corridors for a few minutes, as you silently waited on the other side of the call. “Last one on the left, right?”

“Yes! Are you almost here?”

He hummed and strode a little faster until he stopped in front of the door. “MC?”

“It’s open!” You replied with a cheery tone.

He took a deep breath, already feeling his nerves getting the best of him just from thinking about staying alone in the same room as you. He hoped he wouldn’t do anything stupid and ruin your friendship.

“H-hi…” he stammered when he opened the door, peeking inside the room and finding you sprawled across the king-sized bed. Oh, he was already sweating.

“Hi!” You beamed at him. “Wait, we don’t need this anymore,” you giggled and turned off your DDD, placing it on the nightstand. Propping yourself on your elbows, you looked at the blushing demon, still frozen in the doorway. Raising your eyebrow, you shot him a crooked smile. “Are you just gonna stay there?” He shook his head and closed the door. “Lock it, please.”

He did as you told him and looked back at you. You shimmied to the side and patted the spot beside you, inviting him to lie down. He blinked a few times and took a hesitant step towards you. He was sweating even more now. Could you see him sweating? He hoped not.

He quietly sat down and let his body flop backward, staring at the ceiling. You shifted around and lay on your side, gazing intently at him.

“I couldn’t even spend a few minutes with my bestie down there,” you complained in a low voice.

“Y-yeah…” He cleared his throat.

“I wanted to dance at least once with you, but your brothers wouldn’t let me!” You huffed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you all…” You trailed off, and he felt his body twitch. Again, he knew you felt his pact mark and his jealousy rising. You chuckled and poked his cheek to make him look at you. “But I wanted to spend more time with you.”

He finally glanced at you, his whole face burning red. He bit his lip nervously, and your gaze followed the motion for a second before looking back into his beautiful sunset eyes. You gave him a smile and flopped down on your back again, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. A few moments of silence enveloped the two of you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You were accustomed to being quiet and just enjoying each other’s company or watching the other play something — mostly you watching him play, actually.

“I wanted to be with you when it strikes midnight,” you confessed.

“H-huh? Why?” He turned to look at you, only now noticing your eyes were closed.

He held his breath and stared intently at your face. You were so beautiful; he could look at you for the rest of his life and still be in awe. And you looked so peaceful, so calm, and so unguarded… did you have all this trust around his brothers too? Well, of course, you did, but… was it so intense? He noticed that you looked even more relaxed when it was just the two of you. He attributed it to the time you spent together playing games and watching your favorite shows; after all, you were his best friend, his Henry.

“You’re my bestie!” You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you. He quickly averted his gaze, and you smiled. “I love being with you. You’re my favorite.”

“A-ah, right. And you, um, you’re my favorite human.” He stuttered but managed to express some of his feelings. He wasn’t lying, but his feelings ran much deeper. He just didn’t want to ruin the awesome friendship you two had by making things awkward.

“Human?” You questioned loudly.

“What?” He looked taken aback. “What’s wrong?”

“Am I only your favorite human? Do you have a favorite demon and a favorite angel that I don’t know?” You pouted.

“N-no, it’s just…” He sat up and looked at your upset face. He needed to fix it. “You said I’m your favorite demon, then I said you’re my favorite human.”

“I didn’t say you’re my favorite demon. I said you’re my favorite. And that’s it.” You gazed intently into his eyes, and he felt his heart stop and beat faster at the same time. Was that even possible? Was he dying? Maybe he was already dead, and that’s why he was having such a nice time alone with you.

He opened his mouth; he should say something. He didn’t know if he would be able to form a coherent sentence. Why was life so hard on him? It was unfair how all his brothers could tell you about their feelings and make you smile, while he had trouble expressing himself. It would be so much easier if this were like when he needed to command his soldiers… He had so much more confidence when he had to be an Admiral, but for some reason, he couldn’t project that Leviathan into his relationship with you.

You were still waiting for him to say something, and he was starting to panic. Lucky for him, your alarm suddenly went off.

“Oh, it’s almost midnight!” You sat up with a huge smile, turning the alarm off. “I set it so we could go to the balcony to see the fireworks!” You fumbled to your feet and ran. “Come, Levi!” You yelled, already outside.

He blinked a few times and got up, following you. You were leaning against the rail, propping your elbows and resting your head on your hands, looking expectantly at the always dark sky. He walked to your side, gazing at the sky and then at you.

“MC…” He called sheepishly. You hummed and turned your head to look at him, still resting it on your hands. “You are. My favorite, you know…” He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, trying to suppress the blush rising on his cheeks.

You giggled. “I know. You’re my Lord of Shadows.” You winked, and he turned quickly to look at the sky.

“And you’re my Henry,” he muttered under his breath. If you weren’t already used to hearing his voice so low, you’d probably miss what he said.

You stared at him for a few moments, biting your lip nervously. You loved Levi more than a friend should, and you had wanted to do something about it for so long. You just hoped it wouldn’t make things awkward.

“You know, Levi,” you whispered, mustering the courage. You turned your body to face him and gripped the sleeve of his suit, asking for his attention.

“What?” He asked and looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“There’s a… tradition in the human world. For the New Year.”

“Hm? What is it?” He asked curiously, turning to face you too.

“When the clock strikes midnight and the fireworks start, we kiss our favorite.”

“Y-you what?” He yelled, his eyes widening and his hand gripping the rail tightly.

“We don’t need to if you don’t want to!” You hurriedly explained, seeing the shock on his face. “I just… I just…” You bit your lip to prevent it from trembling and tightened the grip on his suit. “I just wanted to do it with you,” you blurted out.

“A-are you sure you wanna do this… with me?”

“Yes, Levi!”

“Is this some kind of joke?” His tone darkened, just as his cheeks got an even redder shade. You knew he wasn’t mad at you; it was just his low self-esteem kicking in. “I won’t forgive you if you play with me like this!”

“What? No!” You smiled. “I really wanna do this with you. Actually, I only wanna do this because it’s you, Levi.”

As if on cue, a loud ‘boom’ echoed in the sky, followed by a series of colorful fireworks. You could faintly hear the demons attending the party screaming and singing, but nothing seemed louder than your heart hammering against your ribs.

Levi still stared intently into your eyes; his thoughts were running wild, and every fiber in his body said you could be pranking him, that you’d laugh at him with his brothers later at how stupid and naive he was. But a tiny part of him still could see the way you were expectantly looking at him, waiting anxiously for him to say something and hoping he’d say yes.

“We can, um, do… this…” He managed to say something, loud enough for you to hear.

You took one step closer to him, still holding onto his sleeve, using it as an anchor. Your other hand laced around his tie, and you pushed him to your eye level, smiling at how lost and sweet he looked right now. You gave him a few seconds to back out and closed the gap between your lips. Levi tensed but forced himself to calm down and relax. His mind screamed, ‘this is real, this is real, this is real’, and he thought he’d go crazy before even kissing you properly.

Your tongue prodded into his mouth, asking to deepen the kiss, and that’s when he realized this was indeed real, and he should probably be doing something else besides being frozen. Your hands slid up and wrapped around his neck in a hug, and he uncertainly placed one hand on your nape and the other on your hips, adjusting your body against his. A satisfied and relieved sigh left him when he finally let himself enjoy the moment.

It was sweet, embarrassing, tender, and shy, like you always thought a kiss with Levi would be. His hands still trembled a little when he broke the kiss to look at you. Your face shone with the lights from the fireworks, your lips slightly agape and glistening, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes… his breath hitched in his throat when he looked at your eyes and the affectionate way you stared right into his.

“Oh, shit…” He mumbled without thinking. You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him, making the demon stutter his words. “N-not in a bad way! I mean… I-I mean…”

You chuckled and pecked his lips to ease him out of his panic. “You know I can feel your jealousy through your pact mark, right?” He nodded. “And did you know I can discern the different ways you’re jealous?”

“What do you mean?” He frowned.

“When your envy kicks in because someone got a better item in our games, or when you see someone able to do something you wanted to… Or even when you see me with your brothers. It’s all different, and I can tell.”

“Wha- You can?” His eyes widened, and you nodded. “So, um… So you… You know…”

“I love you too, Levi,” you whispered. He opened his mouth to say something, but you knew him well enough to anticipate what he was going to say and cut him off shortly. “More than a friend. Yes, I’m sure. Yes, really sure. Yes, I wanna date you.”

“Very funny,” he pouted. “I wasn’t gonna ask about the date part.”

“Oh, you don’t wanna date me?” You feigned offense. “You just wanted to have your way and leave me?”

“Ah, n-no, no! That’s not what I meant! I just, you know, didn’t think you’d think about it…”

“Well, I do and a lot. But we don’t need to talk about it now, hm?”

“Okay…” He smiled sheepishly. You gazed into each other's eyes for a minute, basking in the happy and loving atmosphere. “Can I kiss you again?” He whispered.

“Please do!”

Your excitement was probably catchy because Levi found himself with a giddiness that wasn’t usually his. It was probably the way you kissed him, cradling his face like the most precious thing in your life. And he probably was. It was a New Year, and he was about to learn some new things, like how to accept your love and make his brain understand that he was worthy.

He had a feeling he’d have lots of New Years ahead to learn even more with you.

He couldn’t wait.

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xxgrimml0vrxx · 1 month

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a/n sorry I’ve been gone for so long, life is crazy but here’s more Mammon stuff that’s been heavy on my mind 𓄿

⚠️warnings⚠️ breeding, afab reader (no pronouns but the word ‘pussy’) Mammon being greedy.

Mammon has a breeding kink and I will not be argued with. he just does.

Especially in spring, (February to May is when crows typically breed and nest) his mind filled with thoughts of bending you over anywhere and stuffing you with his cum.

He’ll even freeze mid-conversation imagining you plump and round with a child. his child. In his pretty little human.

He’ll go fucking feral for it.

“That’s my good human.....ya look so good underneath me treasure~” Mammon moans as he pounds himself into you.

You don’t remember how many times you’ve cum by now, tears running down your face as you gasp and moan trying desperately to catch your breath.

Mammon just laughs softly as he presses soft kisses to your chapped lips and sweaty face.

The fucked out look on your face makes his cock throb, and he has to look away before he cums too quickly.

Mammon presses his body into yours, face in your neck. His fast thrusts speed up again, the room finning with the sound of sweaty sink slapping against skin.

“If only ya knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do ya know how bad I need ya sugar? ‘m tellin’ ya it feels like I’m addicted to you….” His voice is low and breathy right in your ear and you whine, nodding your head…..but then again your brain is too fuzzy to really make out what he’s saying.

Mammon laughs again and then bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry, moaning each other’s name as you cum together.

Mammon is still shuddering for a full minute after his orgasm. And his cock is still hard inside you, “Ya didn’t think we were done did ya treasure?”

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arvandus · 1 month

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Daily Drabble #7 - Goodbye

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Warnings: ANNNNGGSSTTT. Angst angst angst. No happy ending. Reader is on their deathbed (old age) and Luci comes to say goodbye.

WC: 1043

You looked so different from the last time he saw you.

Your hair was now white and thin, your youthful features lost to time. Your body was different too, your frame smaller and more fragile from the weight of living. It lay cradled in the hospital bed, blankets laid across to ward off the chill.

Lucifer swallowed the hard lump in his throat as he stared down at you. You were asleep now, your body wrapped in fatigue. Your shallow breaths rattled in your chest, and he knew your time would come soon.

He was glad he didn’t miss it. He wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he did.

Your eyes flutter open and lock on him in recognition.

It was a small mercy... you still had your wits about you, and the look in your eyes was the one part of you that hadn’t changed.

“You...” you croaked. “What are you doing here? Am I dead already?”

Lucifer swallowed again and drew closer to you, pulling the chair beneath him so he could sit.

“No. Not yet,” he replied.

You gave a small smile. “I know, I’m just teasing you. My body still aches too much to be dead.”

Lucifer gave a dry chuckle. “Joking about your end while on your deathbed... you never could take anything seriously, could you?”

“And you always took everything too seriously,” you chided back. Your voice gave way to a series of dry coughs, and Lucifer placed his hand over yours instinctually. When the coughing subsided, you squeezed his fingers gently. “I’m glad you came.”

“Of course I’d come,” Lucifer replied. “I still love you, after all.”

Tears glistened along your lashline. “I know... I still love you too.”

Now Lucifer’s eyes burned and he wiped at his nose briefly. “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widened. “For what?”

“For everything... for not trying harder to make it work between us. For letting my pride get in the way. So many years lost when we could have been...”

His voice faltered, and he leaned forward in his seat, his elbows on his knees. Your hand reached out and pet the top of his hair, still covered in thick, black strands.

“You’re not the only one who let their pride get in the way,” you replied softly. “Besides, you’re here now.”

Lucifer forced his tears back and took your hand in his again as he sat up. “Yes. And this time I will stay.”

Sadness filled your gaze. “I... don’t even remember what we fought about... isn’t that silly?”

Lucifer let out a dry chuckle. “At this point, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t come here to relive old arguments.”

Your hand tugged his gently. “Come here. Lay down with me. Keep me company. It’s been so long since I’ve felt your body, I want it to be the last thing I feel before I go.”

Now the tears in Lucifer’s eyes did fall, and for once he didn’t try to wipe them or hide them away. He whispered your name gently, voice cracked with longing and regret.

Slowly he obeyed, forgoing his chair to squeeze himself next to your aged body. His hand held yours, one arm going behind your neck to wrap around your frail shoulders. Your fingers were wrinkled and gnarled like tree roots, and Lucifer could feel the bones of your shoulders beneath your hospital gown. He rested his cheek against the crown of your head as more tears fell to land in your snow-white hair.

Your own tears were falling too, now, gentle and silent as you snuggled yourself into his side.

“Will I be able to see you? After I go?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” Lucifer replied. “Hopefully one day... time in heaven is infinite, after all.”

“Heaven...” the word felt foreign on your tongue. “It’s definitely not where I thought I’d end up...”

“It’s better than the alternative.”

“But you won’t be there...” more tears soaked into Lucifer’s clothing as your head rested against his chest.

“... I won’t.”

“I don’t want to go....” you sniffed.

A half-sob escaped Lucifer’s throat, choked and painful. “I don’t want you to go either.”

“Stay with me...” you pleaded.

“Always.”

Silence fell for a long moment, and when you spoke, your voice was barely audible. “Lucifer... I’m feeling tired.”

Your words carved into his heart, and it was as if he were losing a piece of himself. His arms tightened a fraction. “It’s okay. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Your eyes drifted shut, your breaths slow and even, barely noticeable. Silently, Lucifer let his tears fall as he held you.

Only a few minutes had passed before Lucifer registered a new presence in the room. He looked up and saw Thirteen there, standing with mournful eyes at the foot of the bed.

“Lucifer...” she whispered.

“Thirteen,” he replied.

“I didn’t know you’d be here... but I’m glad you are.” Her eyes looked over your sleeping form and back at Lucifer’s bloodshot eyes. “It’s time, Lucifer.”

“I know.”

Thirteen approached your bedside, her hand on your wrist. Lucifer kissed your hair. “I love you,” he whispered.

Then he kissed your forehead, your closed eyes, and cheeks. And finally, he kissed your lips, although now you were too far gone to reciprocate.

He wished he’d done it earlier when you were awake...

As soon as his lips left yours, Thirteen pulled lightly on your hand. Your body remained, but the spectre of you followed, glowing in golden light.

Lucifer’s breath hitched in his throat.

You were young again, the way he remembered you. The way you’d been when you’d loved one another. You looked back at him, a soft smile on your face. Your mouth opened to speak, but you were already shimmering away, vanishing into nothingness as heaven called you home. Lucifer barely made out the words on your lips...

I love you.

And just like that, you were gone, the room plunging back into its mundane palette.

His arms held what was left of you. You heart no longer beat, your chest no longer moved with life-giving breath. Beneath his touch, your skin was growing cold.

Lucifer doubled over your empty shell and cried.

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devildomcuties · 1 month

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When MC Climbs into Bed With Them

🕷The Demon Brothers x gn!reader 18+

🕷wc: 1439

🕷summary: Unable to sleep, you sneak out of your bedroom into the dark, empty halls of HOL.

🕷warnings: one spank, food mention

Lucifer

“What is it that you think you’re doing?” Lucifer’s words are soft, but annoyed as you pull the covers back to climb into his massive bed beside him.

“Sleeping,” you answer with a roll of your eyes.

Lucifer spanks your ass sharply, “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

You hum, rolling over to face him. It’s late and he looks exhausted. His hair is ruffled and his bare chest distracts you for a moment. You’re one of the few who could ever see him not put together.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he whispers as he pulls you close, ignoring the yawn you release as you drape your leg over his hip.

“Nightmare,” you murmur as you settle into his side, melting underneath his hand as he strokes the top of your head.

“Sleep. I am here to protect you from all dangers, even those in your sleep.”

Mammon

“Wah! What?!” Mammon is startled awake when he feels his bed dip. “Asmo, I swear if you’re trying to do my makeup in my sleep again for your Devilgram, I will end you right where you stand!”

“Ooh, so threatening,” you giggle as you get into his bed.

Mammon instantly relaxes as he turns on his side to face you. “What are you doing here, Treasure?”

“Can’t I come sleep with you when I please?” you smile as you bite back a yawn. Mammon nods, too tired to put on his ‘too cool’ facade.

“Of course, Treasure. But you shouldn’t be roaming the halls so late at night. Call me next time and I’ll go to you.”

“Shh, sleep,” you giggle, wondering if he’s noticed you’re wearing a shirt you stole from him earlier when he was at a gig.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice you stole my shirt, you little thief,” Mammon murmurs as he falls asleep once again, pulling you close to his chest.

Levi

“I’m sleeping!” Levi huffs as he tugs the blanket up to his chest. His computer was still whirring as it shut off, and you knew he must have just climbed into his tub.

“It’s just me, Levi, not Lucifer,” you shake your head as you tiptoe closer and make him scoot over. He does so, muttering something unintelligle.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you state as you tug the blanket from him and he groans as he makes room for you. He had stayed up 36 hours playing a new game and now he needed some rest. Levi was just realizing he hadn’t seen you much during the day and he’d missed you.

“Plus, I wanted to see you,” you whisper, feeling him go rigid before he turns to face you.

“Yo-you did?” he stutters. His cheeks are warm and pink and he hopes it’s dark enough in his room to hide them.

“Of course, I did. That pillow you gave me isn’t enough for me, Levi. I needed you,” you admit as you drape your leg over his hip and guide his hand to your waist.

“Didn’t you miss me?” you ask as you press your forehead to his. Levi ignores the wild pounding of his heart as he locks eyes with you.

“I-I did,” he whispers, closing his eyes for a moment as his cheeks burn hotter from embarrassment.

You don’t say anything else, simply lean forward to kiss him goodnight.

Satan

Satan briefly looks up from his book when his bedroom door opens. The small light attached to the hardcover allows him enough light to read.

“Go away, Mammon!” Satan huffs when nobody enters after a second. He knew Mammon liked to sneak around late at night to see what he could take to sell. Satan was still owed for his cursed book on transmutation.

“It’s just me,” you chuckle as you close the door behind you. You head straight for his bed, climbing in beside him.

“What are you doing up so late?” Satan asks as he shuts his book. The kitty ears of his bookmark stick out from the top, and you smile warmly when you realize he uses your gift quite often.

“I couldn’t sleep. I figured you’d still be up and welcome me into your bed,” you whisper as you snuggle into his side.

“You were correct,” Satan states as he raises his book and opens it to the page he left off. “Get comfortable.”

You do so, your head rests on his shoulder as he reads aloud. You soon drift off to the sound of his voice and Satan smiles to himself when he notes the cute way you sleep.

Asmo

“Beel, I already told you, you can’t eat my-” Asmo blinks when he spots you. “Oh, I thought you were someone else.”

“What did Beel want to eat?” you ask curiously as you climb into bed with him. Asmo giggles as he raises the covers and you spot his matching pajamas.

“My new avocado mask,” Asmo sighs heavily. “He came in here saying I was hiding food and raided all my new skincare products. I barely stopped him from eating my mask.”

“Whoops!” you giggle as you settle in beside him. Asmo admires you for a moment, his arm draping over your waist to pull you close.

“I see you did your skin care routine for once,” he smirks as you wiggle your butt toward him. Your back meets his chest and he kisses your shoulder. “I knew you could be good for me.”

“Asmo,” you huff, but soon lose all annoyance when his hand slips under your t-shirt.

“Shh, darling. Get some sleep.”

Beel

Beel had his back facing the door when you opened it slowly. You figured he’d been sleeping for a while as you noted Belphie wasn’t in bed.

Carefully, you life the covers and nearly scream when Beel rolls over to face you. You thought he’d been asleep!

“What are you doing here?” he asks as he stuffs his hand in a bag of chips.

“You scared me!” you hiss as you get into his bed, making sure there’s no crumbs beneath you. If Lucifer knew he was snacking in bed, and you knew of it, he’d have you sweeping the floors with a toothbrush.

“You’re the one in my room, Cupcake,” Beel chuckles as he eats a handful of chips. You hope he’s almost done with them because you came here to get some sleep. You had grown tired of tossing and turning in your bed. You need Beel’s large arms wrapped around you to keep your bad dreams away.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you murmur as he pats his fingers on his sweatpants. His bare chest gets your attention as he tosses the empty chip bag onto the nightstand.

“I’m here now, Cupcake,” he assures you as he pulls you close, his arm draped over your waist as he pulls you close. You nod, yawning into his broad chest as he places his nose over your head. He inahles the scent of your hair, smiling softly.

Though you couldn’t cure his insatiable hunger, you definitely dulled it. He was glad you had sought him out tonight.

Belphie

“Levi, go away!” Belphie huffs as he hugs his pillow closer to his face. He was trying to sleep after a long day and only five naps. Levi had asked him to play some new game Belphie had no interest in and promised to cook dinner tomorrow so he could get another nap in.

“It’s just me,” you whisper as you get into bed with him. You figured he was hiding from Levi up here.

“Oh,” he responds as he opens his eyes a tiny bit. He raises the covers for you to climb in beside him.

“Why are you up?” he asks with a yawn. His hair falls over his eyes and you gently push it away. You hadn’t seen him all day and now you realized how much you missed him. It was hard going about your day when he slept for most of it. Often you’d join him on his naps, not getting out of bed except to eat and shower, but today he’d been holed up with Levi.

“Missed you,” you admit as you replace his pillow. Belphie rests his head on your chest as you gently stroke his hair.

“I missed you, too,” he says as he blinks owlishly. He knew he should try to stay awake but he was just too tired. “Tomorrow we’ll go out. Just the two of us.”

“I’d love that,” you grin, meeting his gaze for a moment. “Sleep tight, Belphie.”

Belphie kisses your cheek before he snuggles closer and falls asleep once again.

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cherries or peaches? ft. obey me! brothers

summary: do they prefer ass or boobs? ft. obey me! brothers x f!reader

cw: highly suggestive, mdni, fluff??, pet names (darling, sweetheart), fondling, groping, MY HUMOUR..

word count: 1.5k

a/n: sorry for some of them being so short, it was actually kind of challenging trying to elaborate on the ideas rather than just plainly stating them out as they are, but i hope u still enjoy them just as much as i enjoyed writing them ^^ also, don't mind my shitty humour in the last two + i haven’t written for most of these characters before so they might sound off idk??

at first, it was hard to tell whether lucifer preferred ass or boobs.

he would always reply to you with a, "i prefer them both, equally," or a, "why should i choose when i can like them both?"

it drove you crazy because you clearly asked him to choose either one or the other. he was always dodging the question and at some point, you even got the brothers in on this, some bets were made too.

"it's obvious he likes ass more, have you seen the way he looks at y/n when they're wearing that skirt he bought for them?"

"nah he totally like boobs more, he can't keep his eyes off ‘em whenever they're wearin' a tight shirt!"

soon you started to take these signs into account, wearing much more revealing things to try and catch a reaction out of him, but to your demise, he never seemed to crack.

after weeks of bet-making and skin-revealing lucifer had finally had enough. the two of you were both lying in bed, facing one another while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"y/n," he whispered.

"mhm?" you hummed in response.

"isn't it obvious i like these better?"

he pulled himself closer to you as his face buried against your chest. oh you thought. he had always found comfort sleeping against you like this, his head stuffed between your boobs while his arms wrapped around you tightly, that it became natural and you had almost forgot he did it.

"shit— you should've told me earlier! now we've all lost our bets to mammon!" you whined.

you could hear his muffled chuckles vibrate against your body as you wrapped your arms around his head, squeezing him closer.

mammon is 100% an ass-loving guy, no questions asked.

with mammon, no matter what you're doing, what you're wearing, where you are, or who you're with, he just loves touching you all the damn time.

whether you're walking through the halls of RAD to your next class or taking a stroll through the devildom while window shopping, he won't hesitate to sneak his hands up your skirt to feel your plump ass.

"mammon stop, we're in public!" you glare as you swat his hands away.

"’m sorry can't help it, just gotta have my hands all over ya!"

oh well, maybe next time he’d be lucky enough to sneak his hands further down your skirt and— who knows, you might just find yourself begging him for more.

and if it's just the two of you in your own company, you'll always find that his hands like to slip past the waistband of your panties just to lay onto your cheeks, rubbing and squeezing at the plump flesh. always smiling in delight as you squirm under his carnal touch.

as much as you like to complain, he always swears that "it's just comfortable!" or "my hands were just cold!"

there is no doubt in my mind that leviathan wouldn't be on team cherries.

he always lets you sit on his lap whenever he's grinding a video game or on an anime-watching marathon. a recent occurrence you've taken note of is that, almost as if it's a reflex, he'll always end up having a hand or two resting on your boobs, casually squeezing at it as if he owns the thing.

"you must be real comfortable there, levi." you teased, motioning to where his hand laid.

"huh— OH! um, I-I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" he shot his hands up in defense. "it's just really soft… and warm... I'm sorry y/n." his face was bright red.

"it's fine, i was just teasing you, silly!"

there was also a time where you scolded levi for owning one of those mouse pads where ruri-chan’s the characters boobs would be squishy.

in desperate need to make it up to you, he custom ordered a version with you on it, only because he swears out of all his waifus, you're his absolute favourite.

it was a rainy night, and in the comfort of the library beside a crackling fireplace, you were messing around on your d.d.d while satan was next to you, reading what you assumed to be a mystery book.

"hey satan?" you put your d.d.d down for a moment, turning to look at him.

"hm?" he hummed, while keeping his eyes glued to the page.

"do you prefer ass or boobs?"

he pauses to look up at you and closes his book, placing it beside him, all while sighing.

"what does it look like i prefer?" he deadpans.

you break his eye contact as you look down to see his left hand buried under your sweater, which was fondling with your boob this entire time.

"so... boobs?"

he replies while picking his book up again, "yes darling, don't ask such foolish questions."

asmo loves boobs. your boobs to be specific.

don't blame him, your boobs are just so pretty and he loves pretty things.

the way they sit when you're wearing a low-cut garment, or the way they shine when you're having a bubble bath together. he loves it all.

as you know, asmo loves pampering you and surprises you with random gifts whenever he finds something that he'd love to see you in.

one night as he's doing your hair after a bath, he suddenly remembers something and stands to walk to his closet.

"the other day when i was shopping at majolish, i found this super pretty bra i thought you'd look just gorgeous in!" he approaches you with a box wrapped neatly with a ribbon.

as you open the box, you set your eyes on a beautiful red laced bra.

"are you sure i'd look good in this?"

"you look perfect in everything sweetheart, you know i’d never lie about that."

he's always buying you pretty things to wear, and trust me when i say, this definitely isn’t the first bra he's ever gotten you.

beel could not care less about choosing between your ass or boobs. they're both squishy and feel nice in his hands so it didn't really matter to him. well, not until today.

getting up from the edge of the bed and turning your heel to face him, you asked, "did you know a new cafe opened up in the devildom recently?"

"really? what food do they sell there?" he asked, his eyes looked as if there were stars in them.

"well apparently their cakes are a specialty, they're pretty popular for it."

"cake?" he drooled, "i love cake! hey we should go to the cafe right now, i'm starving." he sat up from the edge of the bed, drooling like a puppy dog.

little did he know, you decided to be a little jokester today.

"oh you're starving right now? then here," you turn around, bending over.

"what are you doing y/n?"

you turn your head back to look at his confused expression, "you said you were starving right? the cake's right here," you pointed to your ass.

he stares at you for a moment. then at your ass. then back at you again.

"so there's no cafe, is there?" he wipes his drool away with the back of his hand.

"nope. but there sure is cake," you smile cheekily while shuffling closer.

he sighs while grabbing ahold of your thighs, dragging you just inches away from his lips, "you're lucky i like this kind of cake too."

as long as he can sleep on them, belphie will like them no matter what. so when it comes to choosing between your ass or boobs, it can be a hard decision just to choose one.

belphie's "sleepability" criteria is: soft, warm and comfortable; and your boobs and ass were equal competition.

he sighs, "if i have to choose one over the other, i'd rather sleep on your ass all day" his reasoning being because your ass has more of an "even surface" compared to your boobs.

if you're ever just lounging around the house of lamentation, on your stomach specifically, within seconds you'll feel belphie's arms wrap around your legs while he lays his head onto you.

its crazy how instantly he falls asleep on you. he'd stay like that forever if you didn't have to get up to pee or because your legs fall numb.

"c'mon belphie, i needa pee so bad!" you squirm.

"mmmphh," he grumbles, half-asleep, while hugging onto your legs even tighter.

"hurry up or i'll fart on your face!" you threaten him jokingly.

"OKAY, OKAY!" he shoots up from his position and is scrambling to the edge of the bed. you laugh in response because it works every time.

"and i was having a good dream too!" he scowled, while rubbing his left eye from sleep.

lmk if u guys want a part two ft. the datables!

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simeons-hips · 2 years

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「 To Be with You 」

Beelzebub

— [cw] ⨾ drunk MC

a/n: brought to you by angeladore’s 333 follows collab event !! check out all the other fics made by some stellar writers for this event ! ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )

“Oh- there you are.”

Beel smiled in relief as he approached MC with his arms out, inspiring them to run into his arms in their drunken haze.

“Beeeel~! I missed you!!”

Beel chuckled at the more affectionate and straightforward side of MC while he rustled their hair in affection.

“I missed you too. Come on,”

Beel turned away from MC and knelt, arms outstretched a bit behind him, impling that MC climb onto his back.

“I’ll fly us home.”

MC hesitated, wrapping their arms around their stomach.

“I don’t know if my stomach can handle flying right now…” They said with a wistful chuckle.

Beel stood back up, turning to face MC once more.

“That’s okay. We can walk then.” He stated with a smile as he held out his hand for MC to take.

MC nodded as they raised a hand up to fall into the hand Beel offered them. Little did they realize just how much the alcohol in their system had altered their ability to perceive depth.

They missed Beel’s hand, throwing them off balance as their hand continued its trajectory towards the ground. MC would have faceplanted into the ground had it not been for Beel’s quick reaction.

“MC-! Are you okay?”

Beel steadied MC by placing one hand on their shoulder and the other on their waist. He held a firm grip with his calloused hands while his expression showed only concern for the intoxicated human.

“I’m okaaay~!” MC sang as they closed their eyes, relaxing their muscles and leaning into the grip securing them upright.

“Good. How about I carry you instead?”

Beel’s question went unanswered as the closed-eye MC rubbed their cheek against the back of the calloused hand resting on their shoulder.

“MC?”

“Yeah~?” A drunken smile formed on MC’s lips.

Beel couldn’t help but give into his fondness for this human. He cupped MC’s cheek, smoothing over it as they continued to lean against it.

Beel felt his heart flutter as his brain processed just how adorable the sight was. His cheeks darkened as he pulled MC closer by the hip, causing them to snuggle against his large chest.

“Just like a pillow~.” MC drawled.

Through pink cheeks, Beel moved one hand to the small of their back as the other began to pet their head.

It was a while before he realized he was so enamored by MC that minutes had passed them by.

Considering how to gain a drunk MC’s attention, Beel came up with a “compromise” that would benefit both of them.

“How about, If you let me carry you home, I’ll let you sleep on my chest tonight.”

MC immediately held their arms up towards Beel, like a toddler asking to be picked up. Beel let out a chuckle as his cheeks reddened once more.

“Hup-!”

Giddy with adoration, Beel swooped MC into a princess-style hold.

“Ready?”

“Mhm!”

Beel placed a kiss on the top of their head before beginning their trek to the House of Lamentation.

And as MC drunkenly rambled on and on about how comfortable they felt with the gentle giant, how much they appreciated him, and- eventually- came close to tears as they professed their love for him, Beel couldn’t help but feel grateful for the miracle that placed this human in the same lifetime as him.

Grateful, that he was able to not only be allowed to protect them, but share daily life with such a precious creature.

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