#simeon's smile is so lovely and it kills me

[devildomcuties]

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.

©devildomcuties - I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms.

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- return.

summary: the obey me datables & luke react to mc coming back to life!

tags: obey me datables (simeon, solomon, diavolo, barbatos) x gn!reader, luke & gn!reader, hurt/comfort, implied character death, mentions of violence in solomon's parts, solomon goes a little crazy teehee

i. simeon

he sees you there, in the celestial realm. he had known your soul was pure from the very beginning, but seeing you among the angels was like a knife to his gut, a reminder of his failures to protect you. 

you weren’t supposed to be here, not now, at least. it was far too early for you to die. simeon can’t help but feel bitterness well up within him as you turn from michael to look for someone in the crowd (he knew it was him. he hoped it was him).

your features light up – simeon feels his heart skip a beat. even now you were just as he last remembered you, he had always taken the time to visit you in the devildom, even after his internship was over. you more beautiful than any angel he had ever seen. 

you embrace him tight, and the tighter you squeeze the more he feels like he can’t breathe, the combating feelings waging a war in his mind. he should’ve been watching over you; what kind of guardian angel was he to let his human die like this?

“i’m sorry,” he doesn’t know why his voice cracks when he says it. simeon? losing his composure? he had garnered many millennia of years of experience working to keep it up. “i’m sorry i didn’t protect you.”

“it’s okay simeon,” he feels your hands squeeze the back of his cloak. a wicked thought crosses his mind; maybe if you dug your nails in harder he would have some penance for his failures. if you cut through the bone and marrow and reached his heart then maybe his father would forgive him – maybe you would forgive him for his short-comings. “i’m here now.”

“right,” he breathes you in as if to convince himself. simeon feels the strength of his bond with you overwhelm him, he can feel how much you care for him and he feels his chest fill with warmth, chasing away his guilt, if for the moment. “you’re here forever. with me. nothing can hurt you here, i promise.”

ii. luke

luke had always told you to be mindful of demons, that they were evil creatures who would take any opportunity to kill you. it had seemed that his warning had proved true in the worst way. if only he hadn’t been a cherub; if uriel had promoted him to be your guardian angel like he had asked, maybe this could’ve been avoided.

but he was overwhelmed with how happy he was at the fact that you would be spending time with him forever in the celestial realm. he had wanted nothing more ever since you had become friends in the devildom. you were the one light for him in the exchange program.

“you’re here!” luke chirps, sprinting down the golden bricks of the road to the archangels’ house. “you’re really–!” you’re suddenly enveloped in a hug as luke wraps himself around your waist. 

“hello luke!” you smile from ear to ear, ruffling up his neat hair. usually, he’d make a comment about you not treating him like a child, but for now it seems he’s too busy nuzzling into you. “it’s good to see you again.”

“yes! i’m happy to see you,” he pulls away, cheeks visibly flushed. “i’m sorry that i wasn’t there to protect you from those mean old demons but… everything will be fine now that you’re here!”

“would you like to give them a tour of the celestial realm?” michael chimes in with a smile, the younger angel’s eyes lighting up like a christmas tree.

luke nods excitedly, taking your hand in his, already tugging you out of the estate: “we have so much to do! we can’t waste any time!”

iii. solomon

solomon spirals hard.

there was a reason solomon pushed everyone away, why most people in his life were kept an arms length apart. he got too attached to things; to power, to magic, to anything that gave him that needed adrenaline rush… why would you be any different? you, the only person he has ever loved had been snatched out of his hands.

and worst of all, he had been powerless to save you. 

all the magic and demon pacts and connections in the world couldn’t stop you from bleeding out in his arms. humans like you were much too fragile for his liking; he had worked tirelessly his whole life to be anything but.

if he couldn’t get what he wanted from the damned, he would have to turn his eyes to the celestial realm. if he had to tear down the heavens and bring you crashing back down to earth, he’s sure he would. 

making bonds with angels was much more difficult than that of demons, but he found after nights of endless research that plucking a few of their feathers would get them to sing. 

he’s covered in golden ichor when he manages to bring you back – a life for a life. he finally was able to do it, not only to bring a human back to life, but to bring you back. solomon rises, shakily, as you feel your body materialize out of the magic sigil etched into the floor. he smiles gently, looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.

so why do you look back at him with such horror?

iv. diavolo

he had bargained with the archangels before, but never for a life.

in all accounts, a human choosing to leave the celestial realm and go to the devildom was unheard of. being cast out of heaven was notoriously the worst punishment anyone could receive.

but you do, you would always choose him over all the luxuries and beauty of the heavens every single time. it was true that love made people do stupid things.

michael sends you back to the devildom months after diavolo’s terms were set, a gift with the price of owing the ruler of the celestial realm a favor. michael was known for his kindness, but diavolo knew that there was more to him than that. he was smart enough to know that michael would never jeopardize the devildom, but angels never forgot debts owed. it was a risk, but one diavolo had no choice but to take. 

above all the benevolence and good-will he draped himself in, at his core, he was a selfish demon; perhaps moreso than anyone else in the devildom. 

he holds you against his chest the whole night. in the morning, he’d have duties and meetings to go to. but for now, you were his. 

“little one,” he mumbles into your hair, hands tight around your waist, “make a pact with me. that you may be at my side forevermore.”

v. barbatos

in so many other timelines he sees you, shining, alive. he starts to resent the other versions of himself for being happy with you (or even worse, happy with any of the others). barbatos could pull you out as easily as he could breathe; he had a mastery over his powers that other lower demons could only imagine. 

but it wouldn’t be the same, he reminds himself, it wouldn’t be his version of you. 

he knew the way to get you back, it’d be to break his own rule: do not interact with the past. diavolo had given him permission to bring you back, it would be a stain on the exchange student program if one of the humans came back dead after the second semester. but he wasn’t so sure, what if the you he brought back wasn’t the you he remembered? 

barbatos does it anyways, knowing he can’t refuse an order from his lord. the you in the celestial realm will be erased from existence replaced with the you of the past, the one who doesn’t know what it’s like to die. the two can only hope it doesn’t cause drama in the celestial realm.

“barbatos?” you question as you walk in the gardens with him, completely oblivious to it all. if he hadn’t been so happy that you had returned, he would feel guilty for not telling you of your death. sometimes, ignorance was bliss. “are you okay? you seem more quiet than usual.”

“do i?” he muses, forcing a soft smile for you. “i’m afraid i’m simply just a bit tired. sleep evaded me last night.” the last part wasn’t a lie.

“sorry to hear that,” you pout, “if you want to go nap, you should!

“do you not wish to spend time with me?”

“it’s not that…” you kick at the ground, arms crossed behind your back. “it’s just we have all the time in the world though, right? i want you to be rested when we’re together.”

he feels as if you’ve struck him with an arrow to his chest. barbatos sees your lifeless body in his mind, did you know and were trying to taunt him? or were you simply just this sweet?

“i suppose you’re right.” he nods his head, “but you’re coming with me.”

[lou-struck]

Cancellation Comfort Part 3

Obey Me! Datables (minus Luke x MC!)

Featuring: Simeon, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos

Part 1 HERE

Part 2 HERE

One of the things I hate the most in this world is when the same person repeatedly makes plans with me and then flakes on me the day of. One of my primary Love Languages is Quality time, so it really stings to get all ready and excited to go somewhere only to get a call an hour later than they said they were gonna pick me up to bail on the plans. 

This is how the Obey Me Boys would treat you after you were flaked on. 

Simeon

One of Simeon's favorite things in the Devildom is the wide variety of groceries he can find in the aisles of the various supermarkets. 

Having the evening to himself, the Angel would like nothing more than to spend the evening trying something new and delicious for dinner and getting to work on the latest novel in his series.

At first, he thought he would be content in his loneliness until he ran into you, and his heart skips a beat. Your bright smile beckons him to you, and he can't help but ask what you are up to. 

If you were free, he would gladly abandon his original plans to spend time with you.

You show him your basket and eagerly explain that you are getting some snacks for a movie night with a new friend of yours. Apparently, they have a report on human world cinema soon and wanted to pick your brain, so instead of just telling them about certain movies, you spent the afternoon selecting some of your favorites. 

Although he would want nothing more than to occupy your time for the evening, he is delighted to see you looking so excited.

Your DDD starts to ring and Simeon kindly takes your basket of groceries so you can finish through your many pockets trying to find the device. When you finally do raise the device to your ear, Simeon picks up on the static conversation. 

Your 'friend' on the other line coughs weakly through the speaker and says they are not feeling well and they just don't have the time to watch any movies with you. But they would really appreciate it if you could text them the details of the movie so they don't have to do the report. 

Ouch!

Simeon's gut tells him that this demon had been planning on flaking on you since the beginning, and his heart tells him that you are absolutely crushed by this revelation. You wish your classmate well and say kindly that you hope they feel better soon, but he can tell you are absolutely crushed. 

You look down at the basket of snacks, still sitting prettily in Simeon's hand, and reach for it, saying that you will just put them back since you won't be needing them, but the Angel moves it just beyond your reach. 

His smile is all kindness and love as he meets your gaze. "You know, Mc, I haven't had many opportunities to watch movies from the human world. Would you consider watching one with me?"

"You wouldn't mind?" you say; hope shines brilliantly in your gaze as you look at your guardian angel whose smile only grows. 

"Not at all; spending time with you is a blessing. I would be a fool to throw away something so precious. 

Solomon

When Solomon heard that you, his adorable apprentice, were going on a weekend camping trip with some classmates, he was up all hours of the night thinking of things you may need for the trip.

After carefully going over a few (dozen) maps of the area, he learned that there is quite a bothersome population of devil mosquitos that would love to bite something as precious as you, and he immediately got to work brewing you up several bug repellant potions and crafting an enchanted lantern designed to kill any pesky bloodsuckers that get close to you. 

Unfortunately for him, the sorcerer tends to lose track of time in his workshop. And by the time his tired eyes glance at the clock, he realizes that you are to leave the House of Lamination in less than a half an hour. 

He tears through his laboratory like a madman, shoving all of your gifts into his bag before running out the door. The cold morning air and his adrenaline waking him better than any cold brew he's ever chugged.

His hair is a mess, and his cape is inside out, but he made it. 

The flames of his triumph are quickly smothered when he comes across you sitting on the cold, stone steps of the House. Your camping bag at your side as you frown into your DDD. 

"MC, I'm glad I got to see you; I made you a few things for your trip to keep the mosquitoes off of you." He holds out the potions and lantern, and you regard them with interest. 

"Thank you for going out of your way, Sol, but I won't be going on the trip," you say, disappointment written all over your face. 

He looks to you for a bit more context, and you explain that your classmates decided that they didn't want a human slowing them down on the hikes and stuff like that, so you were uninvited at the last moment. 

Solomon clenches his fist tightly as he tries to understand how some demons are able to function without their brains. "I'm sorry you have been treated so poorly, MC, but if anything, they would only slow you down. Perhaps you and I could go camping together sometime instead."

"That would be nice," you humm, resting your head on his shoulder; his arm wraps around you as he raises his other hand to the sky. Green tendrils of magic dance around his fingertips. But you are too preoccupied with his embrace to notice. 

It's for the best,' he thinks to himself. After all, he knows you would not approve if you learned about the itching curse the sorcerer had just cast on your classmates' sleeping bags. 

Barbatos

The royal garden party is only weeks away, and Barbato's shopping finds himself searching antique shops for the perfect centerpiece for the dessert table. 

He steps out of another shop empty-handed, but his sour mood is quickly rectified when he sees someone walking across the street with two large shopping bags in their hands.

Although he has a job to do, he can't just walk away without at least saying hello to his dear human. 

As he approaches, he catches your eye and you give him a big smile. "Barbatos, it's good to run into you, I haven't gotten to see you at all lately."

"My apologies; I truly have not been giving you as much attention as you deserve. Once the garden party is over I promise I shall make it up to you every way I know how." He says, lowering his voice. With you so close, he sees the contents of your shopping bags full of baking ingredients.

Noticing his observant nature, you explain that you and your friend are going to bake treats together today.

As if fate wanted to toy with you in that very moment, you receive a message and whatever joy you were feeling was extinguished.

"Is something the matter?" He asks gently. In response, you showed him the text message you had just received.

They canceled on you. 

And not for any particular reason; the demon you were supposed to spend your valuable time with tells you rather bluntly that baking doesn't sound like fun, and they would rather do something that doesn't sound like a chore.

Barbatos is rightfully appalled at this rude behavior and scoffs at their narrowmindedness. You look down at your bags and frown, "I guess I'll need to return these.

His hands shake with his poorly concealed rage as he gently takes the bags from your hands. "Nonsense, it would be a shame for you to ruin your afternoon due to the actions of someone unworthy of your attention. Perhaps we can bake together?"

You eagerly accept his offer, but shyness and concern lace your voice as you ask him if he really has time to stop what he is doing.

He just smiles and tells you that there is nothing in this moment that requires more attention than you. In the back of his mind, however, he wonders if the demon who cancels on you needs a reminder that there are things way worse than baking. Perhaps they will miraculously get assigned cleaning duty in the RAD sewers for the next event.

Diavolo

He heard through Lucifer that you were really excited to go with friends to a new exhibit at the devildom historical society, and The Prince was absolutely over the moon.

This is exactly what he envisioned when he thought up the exchange program. Humans and demons get along and learn about the past together to create a stronger future.

In his excitement, he worked through his mountain of paperwork so he could slip away and observe the interaction from afar using the best disguise at his disposal.

Just as he was about to climb down the rose trellis, Diavolo receives a message from Lucifer that has his fake mustache falling to the ground in shock. 

Your new friends had just canceled on you, and the Avatar of Pride suspects that it may not have been on the kindest terms.

Rightfully, Diavolo is furious on your behalf. Although he is unfamiliar with the concept of getting canceled on personally he understands that it is a slight.

The idea of you, his beloved human, being treated so horribly causes his blood to boil, and he feels his horns emerging from his head.

His first instinct was to have the insulting demons imprisoned for their behavior, but Barbatos politely reminded him that he cannot simply arrest everyone who commits a social slight, so his mind went to the next, much better option.

He must comfort you,

No one can stop him as he poofs off to the HOL to find you sprawled across your bed, listening to sad music in the dark. His heart breaks at the sight of you looking so down, and he gets to his knees, ready to apologize on behalf of the devildom for your mistreatment. 

Once you get over the fact he just magically appeared in your room, you assure him that you are fine and you wouldn't hold the cancellation against anyone, but you may not want to see those demons for a while. 

Relief hits the royal like a ton of bricks, but he still wants to cheer you up. Especially since you and him have uninterrupted time to spend together. Even since you came into his life, the Prince has been researching as much as he can about humans, and he knows exactly what to do when they are feeling sad.

"Oh my, Mc, I seem to have developed a craving for something sweet. Would you care to join me for ice cream?" He is a terrible liar, but seeing him try to cheer you up makes your heart feel full as you lightly laugh and join him for an impromptu ice cream date.

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network

[sparkbeast20]

Can't guess

Part 1

Lucifer: What do you mean, you can't tell who's the father!

Solomon: Normally, we can do a Paternity test to know who's the father.

Solomon: So I took MC to the human world-

Diavolo: Without my permission I may add.

Solomon: 😊

Solomon: So we got to the clinic and... Let's just say this pregnancy is too dangerous for the human's mind.

Satan: So that counts you out, since this baby is supernatural-

Solomon: Oh? I'm as powerful then any of you. Just because the child cause the doctors and nurses to go insane that does mean I'm out of the count of the potental father of this child.

Belphie: Of course, being here you're causing us to go insane.

Simeon: Wait, are the humans alright?

Solomon: They're fine. *He was lying*

Diavolo: ...

Solomon: Now back to the pregnancy.

Solomon: We can only make a guess on who's the father by MC's change of behavior.

Solomon: In the past, the mother display aggressive behavior when they were carrying a demon spawn.

Solomon: From what I gathered, they didn't know who was the father of those spawns, so we don't know if the mothers would display the behavior of the demon father or its a common symptom of Aggression.

Lucifer: How long would the pregnancy take?

Solomon: ... About 12 months.

Mammon: What!!!

Solomon: Or 6 months. Again there isn't actually a solid pattern of these demon to human pregnancy.

Simeon: What about an Angel Pregnancy?

Solomon: Don't know, no one gets to record them since "Someone" Keep interfering.

Simeon: What's the suppose to mean, friend?

Solomon: You know exactly what I mean, Simeon.

Simeon and Solomon glare at each other.

Barbatos: Oh my.

Lucifer: can you two stop being petty- What's with the grin Diavolo?

Diavolo: Oh? It's nothing.

Barbatos: I sense something bad about this.

Diavolo: Well. if you two must know, I think I have a higher chance of being the father.

Lucifer, Barbatos, Satan, and Belphie: ...

Diavolo: My blood is the strongest-

Belphie: I call bullshit on that!

Diavolo: Oh? *Turn to Lucifer and Barbatos, waiting for them to interject*

Lucifer: What? I agree with Belphie.

Diavolo Oh!

Barbatos: Smugness doesn't suit you, Milord.

Meanwhile in the other room

MC: I can I have some Beel

Beel: *Feels conflicted* Sure

MC: Yeah!!

Mammon: *Enters the room and growled when he saw Beel feeding you* Oi!!

Mammon: *He rushes over and pull you close to him* Who said that you can feed her?

Beel: *Deep down, he feels challenge by Mammon* She was hungry, and ask if she wants some.

Mammon: Oh? What! you think that the kid is yours?

Beel: *Stood up and looms over Mammon* Yes.

Mammon: *Gently push you to the side and got up at Beel's face and growled*

Asmo: Oh? the tension is real!

Asmo: Anywho, I'm taking MC to my room-

Asmo: *Stopped when a tail wrapped round his arm* Let go, Levi

Levi: No.

MC: *Senses trouble you slowly back away and quietly leave the room*

MC: Damn, these fuckers are going to kill each other before the baby is born-

Luke: Baby?

MC: Gah! Luke! When did you get here?

Luke: Simeon and Solomon took me along but said I should stay at the kitchen because they are having "Adult talk" with the brothers

MC: I see.

Luke: You're having a baby!!

MC: Yeah, it seems like it.

Luke: Who's the dad?

MC: ...

MC: We... Don't know exactly.

Luke: Huh? I thought you'll know the dad the moment you found it.

MC: "How am I going to say that I was whoring around with all the guys"

MC: It's a mystery.

Luke: ... *Looks down*

MC: What's wrong?

Luke: No-Nothing.

MC: Come on, Luke. You can talk to me.

Luke: ...

Luke: Would you still love me, even if the baby comes.

MC: Oh! Luke *You pull him into a hug* You'll always have my love. I can't never ignore you.

Luke: *Smiles and hugs you back*

MC: *Pulls back* Now, lets get out of here. Stay here is stressing me out.

Luke: Yeah! Stress is bad for the baby.

You nod and the two of you head out. As you two got far you both hear a loud crash from the HOL.

Luke: What was that!!

MC: Ignore it. When hasn't a day when something in that house broke.

Luke: Hm... Good point.

[devildomwriter]

Can i get some headcanons on the angels being guardians of MC? 👀 In the manga, a pact with a demon requires them touching foreheads to make it, and they have to listen to their master's orders. What can the guardian and the charge do? Call for the other for help? Know when the other is in trouble or just need a hand? -Water Anon

Guardian Angel Headcanons

• An Angel canonically can only be the guardian to one human. It’s not specified if it’s one at a time or not and if they’d be able to guard someone again when the previous charge has passed.

• They get chills when their charge is in serious danger, they can hear their pleas for help, and stronger angels can answer telepathically if they only need an answer to a question or reassuring words.

• They can dispel viruses and curses more easily than if they weren’t your guardian, and can heal virtually anything with ease, be it mental or physical, whatever you ask for.

• They will immediately put their lives on the line for you and will not allow harm to come to you while you are their charge.

• If they for some reason cannot reach your side when you are in danger or in pain, you will receive some of their energy to keep you safe.

Simeon

• Simeon’s style of guarding is very relaxed. He believes it’s better you find things out for yourself and will give gentle pushes for you to find the right answers or make the right changes.

• He will always show up if you call for him, even if it’s ridiculous, because he loves you so he’s always willing to pamper you, but he does have a job so you might have to wait sometimes.

• If you’re in serious danger, he’s there instantly because he already sensed it. Simeon is normally calm and relaxed so to see him become serious and upset when he needs to protect you from something can be very surprising. If it’s person putting you in danger, his sadistic side comes out with cheerful smile and laugh as he takes care of the threat—as an angel he can’t kill them but the fear he instills is enough.

• Simeon can always tell when you need him, even if it’s not dangerous. He’ll be there for a pep talk, comfort kisses, cuddles, and a nice meal.

Luke

• You’re a handful. He has his work cut out for him, and before this he thought you were the most normal of the bunch.

• “No, MC don’t touch that!” “But you’ll protect me right?” “That’s not the point— NOOOOO MC!”

• Thanks to your guardian pact he can hear your pleas for help and he’s always super panicked but most of the time it’s because you want sweets and don’t know the recipe. He’s relieved and happy to help but make sure not to use him like a personal chef.

• He can tell when you’re in danger and gets chills but most of the time you’re just hanging out with one of the demons.

• He makes you say something specific when you’re in literal immediate danger in case he needs back up. Don’t misuse it because Raphael will show up with spears and he won’t be happy if it’s for something ridiculous.

Raphael

• Raphael is extremely protective and efficient with his job. Sometimes he can’t tell why you called him to specific situations so you’ll need to tell him.

• No matter what you called him for, he already has the spear ready. He scared people a lot by mistake. Police are still looking for a man walking around with a giant spear that cared away a group of people intimidating you.

• After saving you, Raphael won’t leave your side for a while, he needs to make sure you’re still oky and nothing else happens.

• He might guard your door at night, especially if you’re not in a good head space.

• Raphael struggles with understanding emotions so he takes a minute to learn how to help you with yours when you ask for help calming down, feeling happier, etc.

• Raphael can take on anything by himself so he never needs backup. Just calling for him scares people who know of him.

Michael

• Michael became your guardian because he knows that if you were to suddenly die it’d spell doom, as the brothers, ruler of hell, his greatest warrior, etc. would not ever be okay again.

• He already canonically saved you many times. When you almost died in the reaper cave for breaking a rule, and when Solomon’s good sent you into the past.

• He was pleasantly surprised when he found out you weren’t a wicked person but sometimes he’s baffled by your decisions and will telepathically communicate to definitely not do that thing.

• If you’re mentally stressed he sends you blessings and if he can meet you in person he will. His presence is also powerful enough to banish any curse without trying.

• Try not to call him upon demons because this could spell serious trouble for peace between the worlds but if he knows you’re in trouble he’ll lend you holy power to protect yourself to avoid disturbing the alliance with the Devildom.

[leviathans-watching]

Would you be willing to write how the brothers (any you decide but at least leviathan mammon and belphie) as well as any side characters (Raphael and barbatos perhaps?) would react to us/the reader telling them "you always were my favourite." ? Thank you even if you don't do my request I love how you characterize them. You write Raphael really well also [: - ⛓️

telling them they're your favorite

includes: older brothers, belphie, barbatos, raphael x/& gn!reader, luke & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: ught this was so fun to write and tysm!! i hope you enjoy! my inbox is open to chat, req, and leave feedback so come say hi <3

reblogs plz =)

➳ lucifer flicks a glance over at you. “is that so?” he asks, brow raising. “i thought you didn’t have favorites.” “well, i would never admit it to the rest of them, but you just get me so well. and cause me the least number of headaches,” you reply, and he lets out a half-chuckle. “i wonder why you’re admitting it to me now,” lucifer ponders aloud. “it probably has nothing to do with the fact that i know you’re hungry and know i keep snacks hidden in my desk.”

➳ mammon loses his composure quickly, sputtering. you don’t think you’ve ever seen his cheeks get that red that fast. he recovers after a long moment, chest puffing out. “i always knew it,” he insists, pride heavy in his tone. “i mean, i am your first man an’ all. it’s only natural that you’d like me best, especially since i am the coolest and best-looking of all of us.” you laugh, and he goes on. “but ya should tell me. why exactly am i your favorite and what do you like about me best?”

➳ levi shakes his head. “no, you’re just saying that to cheer me up. there’s no way a gross, lonely, yucky otaku like me is your favorite!” “you shouldn’t say those things about yourself,” you insist, laying on the puppy-dog eyes for n extra guilt factor. “it makes me sad. and i hate seeing my favorite–or should i say my bias?–sad.” levi gives you a little half-smile, convincing clearly working, and you decide to go in for the kill, prey upon his envy. “but i suppose if you don’t want to be my favorite i can pick someone else…” wow, did that turn his mind around!

➳ belphie huffs out a laugh. “please, i know you wouldn’t actually ever admit it, even though it’s true. what is it you want?” even if you insist, you know he won’t believe you, or at least believe you’re actually admitting it like he said, so you just come clean. “well, i need a ride and mammon’s the only other one home but he always makes me give him gas money.” “i knew you wanted something,” belhie grumbles good-naturedly as he pulls himself out of bed. “fine, but only if i get payment of my own. don’t you think a kiss should be enough?” his eyes slant devilishly. “at least to start.”

➳ barbatos smirks. “i didn’t know my food was that good.” “are you kidding me?” you reply, grabbing another mini-cupcake. “these are so freaking good. barbatos, if you promised to bake for me every day i’d marry you in a heartbeat.” this gets a rare true smile out of him, one complete with crinkles at the corners of his eyes. “don’t let anyone else hear you saying that,” he warns, “or else you’re going to have a bunch of wannabe-bakers messing up the kitchen at the house of lamentation, and is that something you really want to deal with?”

➳ luke pumps his fist, vibrating with excitement. “i knew it! i knew it, i knew it, i knew it! of course you like me the most, especially compared to those mean demons!” wrapping his arms around your waist, he gives you a tight hug, looking up at you affectionately. “you’re my favorite too, mc! besides simeon of course, but no one will ever beat him.” you laugh, ruffling his hair, and even though it’s mean of you to think you’re sure if he were a puppy his tail would be wagging a million times a minute. “well, it is simeon so i suppose that’s fine.”

➳ raphael blinks uncomprehendingly. “me? i’m your favorite? but, we haven’t even known one another for that long and you seem so close with the brothers!” before he can fully spiral, you smile, knocking against his shoulder. “and? i really like you. you’re kind, smart, genuine, and a good mediator. why wouldn’t you be my favorite?” you leave then, but for the rest of the day note the small, bashful smile he wears, and the way he can’t make eye-contact for more than a few seconds at a time without looking away, ears turning the slightest bit red.

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[onyourowndaisymae]

obey me dateables (+ luke) playing minecraft with you

this came to me last night like a prophecy from the god of silly geese

prompt: you've somehow convinced these guys to play minecraft, a human world game, one night, just the two of you. but how exactly does that experience go?

[brothers version]

{established relationship, obey me x reader (minus luke, who is platonic ofc)}

Diavolo

oh you-- oh you thought the future king of the devildom was going to be a fearsome warrior slashing down hordes of monsters coming to attack the two of you? or a masterful builder constructing a wonderous homestead for you two to retreat to at night?

nah, this man is a certified flower picker.

diavolo basically uses this as an excuse to play domestic family simulator with you. he's at his happiest when he's picking flowers and planting them around your shared house (you've got to share a house with this man or he'll give you the most pitiful expression) or decorating to any other extent, like carpets or paintings or lights. he just loves making your little home together!

he's also just as willing to do anything you request of him. you need him to mine for cobblestone? he's your guy! need someone to fish for you? right away, mc! you have to show him exactly how to complete said task, but once you do, he's happy to help.

definitely puts your beds together and gives you a dumb, happy grin. the characters are as close as the two of you now! speaking of which, do you have any plans? will you spend the night at the castle? he can push back his morning meeting tomorrow if you promise you'll stay.

he's just so happy to spend time with you. your shared little cottage and virtual world are just another artifact of your relationship. maybe some day the two of you can have a domestic setup like this in real life, too.

Barbatos

this man is good at everything he does. obviously, he's going to pick up the controls and mechanics surprisingly fast. you'd think he'd made the game himself with the ease he gets around.

your shared house is beautiful. he actually originally made two separate houses, one for each of you. but when you looked confused and told him you assumed you'd live together, he immediately gets to work on a bigger, prettier house for you to share. the only thing that gives him away is that pleased little twitch of the corner of his mouth as he resists a smile.

with as good as he is at the game, barbatos isn't super keen on what is actually "good" and what is just normal game stuff. he finds diamonds within 15 minutes of his first trip into a cave and, when you applaud his efforts, he turns to you and very plainly asks "is that... good?"

everything he finds goes in a communal chest at your shared home. you tell him he doesn't have to do that, but he insists-- it's in his nature. he doesn't tell you that every little comment you make when you spot new, valuable resources in the chest makes his chest warm. always happy to serve, this one.

monster killing machine. nothing will hurt you in this game. they can't even get close enough-- barbatos is always there, at your tail, protecting you from stray arrows or sneaky creepers trying to get you.

Simeon

oh, you're taking on the challenge of trying to teach him how to play a video game? good luck. kiss your sanity goodbye now.

he is terrible with the controls. simeon fares a little better with a controller because it's made for gaming only. god help you both if you're on a computer. wasd? never heard of her.

despite his piss poor technology skills, he's surprisingly pleased with the way this is all going. he feels a little bad that you have to babysit him in-game but appreciates your attention nonetheless. any mistake is met with a sweet laugh-- what a good sport.

he finds your patience endearing, and vows internally to get better at this game so that you'll want to play it more often. he's already plotting to rope solomon and luke into helping him improve.

and just like any good softie, he's terrible at in-game combat. he dies so many times. he doesn't really understand what's happening when he starts getting attacked. most of the time, the creature will hit him from behind, so he literally thinks he's dying for no reason. you have to explain to him that he's gotta-- simeon just turn around, you're-- dead. he's dead already.

his strengths in lie much more simple pursuits. give this man a farm to tend and he'll be perfectly content being a cute little malewife house husband. he secretly gathers the ingredients for a cake and surprises you with one after you return home from collecting wood to expand your house. he's beaming next to you in real life; who wouldn't kiss all over that cute face of his?

Solomon

speaking of old ass men-- this man is a menace in your minecraft world.

he gets the controls pretty quickly. pros: you don't have to spend much time teaching him how to play. cons: he is confident enough in his survival abilities to just... disappear. what's that mc? you wanted to build a house together? too late. he's fighting against three endermen deep in a mine an entire biome away.

you're going to have to do a lot of the communal work yourself. build the house, gather resources, find a reliable source of food and materials-- solomon will stroll right in and steal them from your chest. if he's feeling generous, he'll leave behind the rare resources he got his hands on during his journeys. which is nice, of course, but he still stole three whole stacks of wood planks like a jackass and took off before you noticed.

you end up making it to the nether together. he says he'll protect you, and for the most part that is true. however, sometimes he's preoccupied and you get attacked while he's not looking. if you die, he'll laugh at you (yet still save your stuff and give it back when you return). if you survive, then it's onwards into the depths of hell!

when he gets bored, he starts terrorizing you. this is as basic as moving things around the house to as obnoxious as blocking you in with dirt or wood and covering you up as you try to escape. he thinks this is hilarious, by the way. but he knows you, and his antics cease before you actually get pissed off.

Luke

luke tries very, very hard to be good at this game. he gets a A for effort... and a C- for skill.

somehow, someway, he falls into every. hole. imaginable. you'd almost think they're spawning in front of him with how frequently this happens. you're playing rescue now... and again... and again... and he did it once again. he also gets lost very easily, so it's best to keep him with you at all times.

you guys decide to share a little house together and it's very cute. you've got your own separate rooms, then a kitchen and living room to share. he is very insistent that it has to look like a real house, with a real kitchen and everything. humor him and help him out-- he'll reward you by always making sure you have food.

every activity in this game is now a group activity. safety in numbers, he says, in the middle of the day with no monsters in sight. it doesn't really matter anyways. he'll follow you wherever you go. he'll even enter that super scary cave you're in so he doesn't have to face the monsters alone.

luke is very scared of being attacked by any mob in the game. he's specifically built his room on the second floor of your house so they can't get him. if he is somehow face to face with a monster, then he's yelling, incoherent as all hell, panic-building a dirt protection chamber around himself (he won't actually kill them because he feels too bad). if you're within reach, then he'll cover you too. if not, good luck with that monster! he will root for you, obviously, but you're delusional if you think he's going out there to help you.

[notcreative360]

It's the little things

Obey me, fluff, anxiety, comfort, self harm maybe?

When you first came to the Devildom, you might have adjusted quick, but it sure had a few changes in yourself, or maybe even entirely. But not to worry, cause the obey me boys are there for you!

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Diavolo obviously researched a lot, with both Barbatos, and Lucifer. He made sure, that an ordinary human will be able to live there. Whether it is hydration, nutrition, foodration, proteinration. Everything, for the human that will have the most impact on the mission of one day having the three realms together.

Once you actually got there, boy was it was something for you. You didn't know what to do, with school, everyone else, the brothers, or even yourself. You were lost. But, even when Mammon didn't want to, he gave you tours, told you about everyone, and the bros, he was there most of the time. Having quality time together, and getting to know each other more. A distraction that loneliness wouldn't have ever given. He was practically the only one who let you process things slowly, since his brain works the same, and so he gets it all too well.

Still.. even with Mammon's silly shenanigans, they couldn't keep the thoughts, and anxiety from creeping in. Asmodeus having to catch you multiple times, picking at your lips, and skin of your fingers was just torture for him! Realizing that it's just anxiety, and that you don't even mean to do it, he still couldn't rest well knowing you're doing this to yourself! He would then take you to his room, or go over to yours himself with bags and boxes, full of all types of things, nail polish, skin care, makeup, etc. Doing skin care, and pedicures, teaching you all you need to know, for that cute dollface of yours.

Realizing how fragile humans can be, Lucifer had so much to learn. How much water a human needs, he is surprised, so much. How much humans eat, how many times, he is surprised, so little. How much humans sleep, once again, surprised. The average human sleeps more hours a night than he ever could, with responsibility, and his brothers. Nonetheless, he always makes sure you don't pass anything, drink your water, eat your portion of food, and go to sleep!

Beel being the expert in food, he takes you out to eat once in a while, so you can explore the wonders of food in the Devildom. Of course, with you guys getting kicked out once in a while by Beel's endless stomach, you still have fun with him. And he is right, the food in the Devildom proves to be good, with some food being almost identical to human world food, which you especially loved.

Satan knows that the boredom can kill sometimes, so once in a while he sends pile of books to your door.. which take almost an hour to clear out.. Still, it keeps the time flying by when you're alone, and need something to pull you out of the reality, that somehow you ended up in hell.

Luke, Simeon, and Solomon also want in on exploring the Devildom with you. Luke being the aware, untrusting one, Simeon being chill, and laid-back one, and Solomon is of course leading the group. Most of the times in havoc, but you all had a great time together. The perfect Angel-Human quadruplet team.

You see Barbatos often. Following the Demon Lord Prince. Tho, he is invisible most of the time. Even so, he gives advice to you whenever you need it, always responding with a soft warm welcoming smile that puts you at ease. His baking, and tea do the rest of the job for you to enjoy the time there too.

[stupidlovergirl]

Heart to Heart

Soft moments with them pt 2

Feat. Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, Diavolo

Bros. Vers

Dev Notes: I have been fighting the sleepiest girl in the world allegations and have been losing. That is my (horrible) excuse for taking so long.

Solomon is old. Ancient. Before the dinosaurs. Many other different age related things you make fun of him about. So when he mentioned that the Devildom was having a drive in movie night, you couldn't help but laugh.

"Why, so you can count shoulders in the car? Do the old yawn and stretch?"

"Please. Asmo would kill me for such juvenile flirting." He says with a smirk. "They're showing some old films from the human world and I thought it would be fun."

"Can you even drive?" you tease, laughing softly at him

"It's a simple yes no question, stop avoiding it" he says with fake exasperation, but the smirk on his face lets you know he isn't angry.

"Alright, we'll go on an old person date"

Old people dates slap you think to yourself. Sipping on a milkshake you and Solomon ordered from Hell's Kitchen before coming in. You did get a big bucket of popcorn, a heaping of butter on top. Solomon turns the radio on to the station and then turns to you with a smile.

"Is your shake good?" he simply asks

"Yeah! I got a- Hey!" you try to lurch away but Solomon's quick to snatch your wrist as he sucks down a part of your shake. He detaches with a loud smack and toothy grin. He laughs as you glare at him. Soon the fight ended as the movie started. The dark atmosphere, the old film, and the warmth of Solomon is comforting. You can't even make fun of him as he wraps his arm around you. He places a kiss on top your head and quietly laughs.

"I like old people dates. We should go on more" you state, voice soft. Solomon laughs at your comment, rubbing your shoulders and pulling you even closer to him.

"Okay" he whispers back

When Simeon saw you and Luke running up to him with wide smiles. "Simeon, we made stuff for a picnic! Do you want to come with us?" Luke said, smiling widely. You stood behind him, hand on his shoulder with an equally wide smile.

"We have decided to go to the small park nearby. It's usually pretty empty, so we'll have the park primarily to ourselves" you tag on, looking hopeful.

"Of course, when do you want to go?"

"Right now!" Luke and you yell in unison, both of you snatching one of his hands and leading him to the front door where the picnic basket waited. Snatching it quickly into your other hand, Luke opens the door and the little trio is off. Simeon couldn't help but laugh at the enthusiasm.

It wasn't long to get there, and the blanket was quickly set down and you three rested on it. Talking came easily, as you all ate the sandwiches and sweets in the basket till you all had your fill. Due to the good food, Luke fell into a food coma, falling asleep in your lap. You brushed through his hair, feeling a little sleepy yourself, as you leaned your head onto Simeon's shoulder. He smiled softly, resting his head onto yours. He felt the fondness in his heart grow even more.  A little family. It makes him smile. As soft snoring comes from you. He felt even more content. Yeah, he could get used to his little family.

Barbatos has been stressed out of his mind. Diavolo keeps escaping from his work, making the poor butler have to track him down, all of the preparations needed for so many upcoming events started to bog down the poor guy. Of course, no one around him could tell. He kept a pristine image, as usual. Yet, you knew, the slight twitch of his eyebrow, the quiet intake of breath, and even the twitching of his eye let you know he was in need of a major break. So when he came into his room, seeing you in his room with a large basket of bath goods, candles all around giving it a warm glow, and you had a smile on your face as you lounged on his bed with a smile and a soft fluffy robe on.

"Hello, my love" he smiles, walking towards the bed to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Hey Barbie" you softly coo out wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down onto the bed. "You look exausted" you simply state, kissing his eyelids as he lets out a soft sigh. "Don't worry, though, cause I'm here to rescue you!" he chuckles softly at the antics, letting out a soft sound of displeasure as you move off the bed.

"I'm off to run you a bath. Then I'll put on a stupid movie, do some face masks, maybe repaint your nails, give you a massage. That, and anything else you want."

He lets out a hum of approval as you scurry off to create a relaxing bubble bath, lighting candles, setting music, and a nice glass of Demonus for the guy. When you came back, he softly raised his head to look at you. Lovestruck. It made you feel giddy, as it's not so often that Barbatos gets so tired you can read his expressions.

"C'mon darling, lets get started on your night"

You’ve been missing Diavolo, and to remedy it, you decided to come over to his place and barge into his office. What you weren’t expecting was how tired he looked. Diavolo looked basically dead, reviewing reports and reports. When he finally looked up, the tired smile broke your heart.

“Oh Dia…” You murmured, closing the door and approaching him. Sometimes you forget how much work that suddenly piles up on his desk. As you approached him, he pushed him away from his desk. 

“Hello, my darling… Did you text me? I didn’t see it…” he asks, going to pick up his D.D.D. 

“No, it was a surprise visit. You look so tired, when was the last time you took a break?”

“Don’t worry about it” he simply says, turning to you. You step closer towards him, and sit down on his desk. He pushes up closer after you take a seat, and places his head on your lap.

“You look pretty, as usual” he murmurs, resting his head into your lap. You pet his hair, letting out a hum of a simple song.

[natimiles]

I See the Light (Levi x reader)

Summary: It’s your wedding day with Levi!

Words: 1500

Tags: female reader; wedding; established relationship; assertive Levi (but not that much).

Notes: IT’S MY 5TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY TODAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! And you guys will celebrate it with me with this cute little fic where we marry Levi. I’m gonna be self-indulgent today, so we have a female reader.

The title is the song from Tangled, I walked down the aisle at my wedding to that song. Half of Levi’s vows are from his proposal at the “Wedding” event. And the reader’s vows are my real vows, teehee. I cut some stuff so it isn’t too big and adapted the demon references, but it’s essentially mine. Yes, I said it all at my wedding, and there’s one awesome picture with everyone laughing with a big :O face.

This is queued because I’m obviously not here today. Enjoy the fluffy!

“I swear I’ll hit you,” Asmo threatens, pulling the tie a little more roughly than needed to tie the knot, just to make his point.

“S-sorry,” Levi says, taking his hand away from his mouth with a sheepish smile.

He hasn’t felt this nervous in so long… But could he be blamed? It’s an important situation, one that makes him anxious and sends him spiraling.

He never thought he’d be so nervous doing something with you — well, not anymore. You’ve been together for so long, sharing your days and nights with him, showering him with love and appreciation. After all these years, he grew accustomed to all of it. So feeling nervous now is kind of new again.

He knows better than to test his brother’s ire, and he knows that if he bites his nails and ruins the nail polish — again — Asmo will kill him.

And you’d have no one to marry today if his brother killed him.

Levi tries to calm himself down. He closes his eyes and thinks about you. You must look so beautiful in a wedding dress. You didn’t let him see it yet, saying it’d bring bad luck — some human superstition. He imagines you in the room next to his, getting ready for this important day...

“Just breathe,” Asmo smiles. “Everything is going according to plan.”

“Alright,” Levi tries to take a deep breath, but it’s shaky. He wonders if you’re ready, if you can start this and bind yourselves to each other for eternity, and... Oh... Oh, he hopes you attend it. You wouldn’t run away, right? You’ve had years to realize he was a loser; it’d be really mean if you decided to leave him now... He frowns; his hands are sweating again, and— “Ouch!”

“I told you I’d hit you if you bit your nails,” Asmo glares. “I’ve already painted them three times, and we have no time left to do a fourth. So stop it.”

A soft knock on the door interrupts the two brothers’ light fight, and Satan peeks his head inside.

“Are you finished? She’s good to go.”

“Good to—” Levi starts yelling.

“To go get married, Levi!” Asmo cuts him shortly, pinching his arm and earning a loud yelp. “For the love of anything!”

“Don’t need to hit me,” he mumbles, rubbing the spot where he was pinched.

Satan chuckles, looking at the banter. “Can we go?”

“Wait!” Asmo raises a hand to make them stop. He checks his brother, his eyes roaming over him one last time to make sure everything is fine. The dark blue suit is pristine, the tie is straight, Levi’s hair is still in place (combed back), his makeup is good, and his nails are still painted. “Alright, let’s go!”

When the three arrive at the entrance to the Demon Castle Garden, they meet the rest of their brothers, Simeon and Solomon, gathered there. They whistle, cheer, and smile, making Levi blush even more. Asmo complains, saying he forbids them from making Levi start biting his nails again and adjusts everyone in line to start.

With everyone ready, the Avatar of Lust flicks his wrist, and a soft song starts to play on the speakers on the other side of the door, making everyone there fall silent. As the door in front of them opens, it’s possible to finally see the garden and everyone waiting there.

The long dark blue carpet connects the beginning to the end of the corridor where they’ll walk down now. The string lights hung in the trees — probably with a bit of magic — giving an air of stars illuminating the place. The large vases beside the rows of chairs, filled with flowers from the Devildom and the Human Realm, in beautiful compositions of navy blue and orange.

The best men start to walk in pairs through the corridor, splitting into two when they reach the end — one pair going to Levi’s side and the other to yours. One by one, the pairs walk: Asmo and Solomon, Lucifer and Mammon, Belphie and Beel, Satan and Simeon...

“I think I’m dying,” Levi mumbles under his breath, to no one in particular.

The song changes slightly, and he closes his eyes for a few seconds to take a deep breath. He regrets suggesting he could enter alone so his brothers could pair between them with no problem. Levi feels the cold sweat trickling down his spine, making his whole body shiver. It’s so scary; he wonders how people do that without passing out. But he will be strong, and he will fight this anxiety one more time — for you.

He reopens his eyes and takes one step forward. He is so nervous he can’t even look to the sides to see who attended the wedding. Slow and steady, he makes his way to the end of the corridor. He breathes a sigh of relief when he gets there, turning around to see the guests. Levi smiles softly, but it falters when the song stops and the door is closed again.

For a few seconds, it’s all silent and quiet, but then your song starts.

This is it.

There’s no turning back.

You won’t run from him.

You’ll never be away from him ever again.

You’ll share your lives and stay together forever.

The door slowly opens, and his breath catches in his throat. Your white dress sparkles under the moonlight of the Devildom and the fairy lights in the garden. You’re smiling, and he notices how nervous you are when you meet his gaze. In an instant, you’re right in front of him, and he sees you’re just as emotional as he is, which soothes him.3

The ceremony goes well, with Diavolo being responsible for officiating it and saying a few words about humans and demons coexisting together. 

And it’s time for you and Levi to say your vows. The sea serpent demon is shaking so hard, you think he might faint at any moment, but he does his best to keep it together. He reaches for one of the rings and holds it in his hand to pronounce his vows to you.

“I always mess everything up when it counts the most, but this is who I am,” he starts with a shaky voice, slowly gaining courage. “I want you to be with me despite that. I never thought I’d be lucky enough to find someone, but I found you. I want us to overcome the difficult stages in life together and defeat whatever stands in our way. I promise to always, always love and cherish you. To infinity and beyond.”

You smile widely as his unsteady hands put the ring on your finger, kissing it lightly right after.

It’s your turn now, so you grab his ring to do the same. And looking into those deep sunset eyes, you begin your vows.

“Who thought we would be here today, getting married? Me,” you smile, and he returns it, blushing slightly. “Because I liked you since the first time I saw you. And after 4 years, 11 months, and 11 days together, it’s finally our time, and I couldn’t be happier to be marrying you. You’re the most wonderful and beautiful demon I know, inside and out. It’s really easy to be with you because you never laugh at the things I share with you, and our silliness complements each other. You are, above everything else, my best friend; the Lord of Shadows to my Henry. Lots of things might change now, but I promise you that my love will never change. I promise to always be your support and keep my games updated. I promise to bring you breakfast in bed on all your birthdays, and I promise to expect the same thing on mine. I promise to make you happy in the same proportion that you make me, and to be by your side forever because ‘the team is us’. I can’t see me loving nobody but you for all my life. I love you, to infinity and beyond.”

With shaky hands and your vision blurred with tears, you slide the wedding ring on Levi’s finger, giving him a peck too. He reaches for your face and cups your cheeks, wiping the happy tears with his thumbs.

You’re so giggly inside, like your happiness can’t be contained anymore. And when Diavolo finally says you two can kiss, it’s like everything explodes. His lips are glued to yours in no time, and you’re returning the kiss with the same intensity.

All shyness, anxiety, and nervousness are left behind, for now, it’s like there’s only the two of you. You can’t hear the guests cheering, or Mammon crying saying he’s happy but that’s enough kissing, or Asmo whistling suggestively and loud.

It’s just the two of you, in your own little world.

You pull away to look into each other’s eyes, foreheads pressed against each other, and you know this is the start of an even happier life.

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What kind of dorry talk are the ros into? Giving or receiving. Like praising/degrading/just plain filth/all sweet amd romantic etc

L Rawlins: Likes hearing praise but also their own dirty talk is insane because they dont realize its dirty talk. To them, its just things they're saying in the heat of the moment, and is factual. "You feel so good, I need to taste you, just like that, that feels so good". If you ever mentioned their dirty talk, they'd go red and grumble.

S Della Rovere- VERY LOUD PRAISE. Both loves it from you and themselves. They're filthy. Sienna would be riding or tribbing, whining, "Fuck me! You feel so good, cmon!" versus Simeone, when on top, "Fuuuck, you feel so good. You're so tight and hot, I love it".

Z Chambers- Very quiet, melts at degradation AND praise. Can be real degrading when given confidence to be a dom! More into whispering that this is all you needed? To be seen to like a beast? But also very sweet, "You're so wonderful. You feel so good."

V De Winters- Is more of a service switch, would rather not be on the receiving end and just the giving end, of both praise and degradation. But also deeply romantic and sweet, "You're the one. The one." whispered against you're back.

Seir- They slide easily into what you want. If you want degradation? You got it. Praise? Man, they will make you flush. Romance? God, they could have no one but you these days. But they might babble accidentally about impregnation and marking you, but shush.

Saleos- Heavy on the degradation, especially at first. Also likes to make fun of the people around you, even Seir, "Nothing in this disgusting place can make you cum as hard as I can, hm? You crave me." and then far later in the relationship, they get a bit more romantic... In a Saleos way. Ahem. Try to degrade that and get your orgasm privileges taken away from a month. Praise? Get two more orgasms.

Starling Knight- Again, more methodical. "You're incredibly excited. Raise your hips more, I need better access." "No, no. I'm not letting you wander off until you cum a third time. Stop whining and arch your back a bit." Receiving doesn't do anything for them, but they smile at you.

A Lancaster- HEAVILY degrading, RIGHT at the start. "Filthy thing, needing me this much." "Whore." Then when its an actual relationship? Softer. "Fuck. Moan louder, I love how you sound when I'm making you feel good." On the receiving end? They get a grin with praise and with degradation? They just fuck harder, "Yeah? You want to repeat that?"

E Rawlins- UNHINGED. Babbling and won't shut the fuck up. Just fuckin says the first thing that pops into their head. Legitimately, doesn't matter the gender either. Could be topping would just going, "Fuck me, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me good" just babbling. Also loves to drop a lot of "I'll kill them, I'll fucking kill them, all mine, fuck, fuck!"

Quincy Beaumont- I'd say they're more teasing? "Oh? Want more? Beg for it, sweet thing." Makes YOU talk about the things you want, what you think of them, etc. Wants you begging for them to touch you, that they're a whore, that they're everything, that you love them, that you need to cum so badly!

D Woolf- Please. Let them get some praise. They'll hate degradation so much and want to stop, loves romance and praise. They whisper sweet things when they're in the throes of pleasure. "Please, please, I love you, you're so wonderful!"

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Let All That You Do Be Done In Love (Simeon x F!Reader x Solomon)

You find out that the rules regarding angels' activities are a lot more lax than you initially thought.

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CW: Smut, Oral Sex (M receiving; M and F receiving), Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Creampie eating, clothed sex

Word Count: 4,725

It was no use. There is no way you’re going to be able to remember which ingredients go into which potions by exam time. You’re going to make a fool of yourself in front of the class when your potion blows up in your face. 

Papers, books, pencil shavings, and various note-taking apparatuses are strewn about the round mahogany table before you. Despite the two hours you’ve been studying, you were no better off than when you began. Dramatically sighing, you fall back against Solomon’s plush red couch, hoping the cushions swallow you whole. 

Simeon chuckles from where he is seated to your right, “Penny for your thoughts, Little Lamb?”

Pouting, you dejectedly cross your arms over your chest, “I just don’t understand! How are you guys able to memorize this stuff?”

Solomon is perched in a matching red loveseat further to the right of you and Simeon. He shuts his own textbook, shaking his head with a small smile, “It gets easier the more you practice.”

“Easy for the who-knows-how-old sorcerer to say. I wouldn’t even know where to begin to practice. I don’t even have any magical abilities…” You lament.

Simeon is next to shut his textbook, “Why don’t we take a break? Returning with fresh eyes might help.”

You nod, bringing your legs up so that you can sit crisscross. Curse Levi for luring you into a gaming marathon. Lucifer is going to kill you if you fail this test. 

Never one to care about awkward silence, Solomon says, “It’s nice to have you visit us here in Purgatory Hall. We hardly get to see you outside of classes,”

“I’m sorry. Ever since Lilith was revealed to be my ancestor, it’s like the brothers are around every corner. I think the only time I’ve been alone is when I’m in the bathroom.” You joke, though the humor doesn’t reach your eyes. 

Simeon’s soft gloved hand squeezes your shoulder, “It’s okay to want privacy. We all need to be alone from time to time.”

“I never expected I would become so involved in demon life, you know? I’ve yet to learn anything about you and Luke or the Celestial Realm.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to know about me?” Solomon asks with mock hurt in his voice, hand splayed against his chest as if wounded.

You giggle, “Oh, finally gonna tell me your secrets, huh?”

Solomon chuckles before throwing a wink your way, “Nice try.”

“If you want to know about the Celestial Realm,” Simeon says, turning to face you completely, “Go ahead and ask. You have my full attention.”

“Oh, uh…” You tap your chin in thought, “I guess, what rules exist for angels? Do angels make pacts; can they be summoned?”

“Angels are forbidden from interfering in the lives of humans unless our Father explicitly tells us to. He did give humans free will after all, and if our presence is known, it disrupts the choice you are given. He wants you to willfully follow him,” Simeon explains, “So no, we do not make pacts, although we can be summoned, but it takes powerful magic to do so.”

You nod along, “So someone like Solomon?”

The sorcerer interjects, “Believe me, I’ve tried, but Michael refuses to answer my calls.”

“To be fair, last time he let you visit, half of his army fell sick from your cooking,” Simeon counters.

Solomon shrugs, “It tasted fine to me.”

Ignoring the queasiness in your stomach at the thought of Solomon’s cooking, you return your attention to Simeon. “Is there a hierarchy to angels? I know Lucifer was pretty important.”

“There is but not in the way most humans think of hierarchies. Angels are sorted based on how closely they work with Father. The “higher” angels, like Mammon was as a Throne, work closely with Father while “lower” angels like myself and Luke work closer to Earth and Humanity. However, we are all of equal status, though some angels are granted more power to help keep order.”

“Really?? Mammon in charge?! I love the guy but he’s not the most responsible person.” Your mind pictures the demon decked in white, a stern pout on his face as he tries to boss the other angels around. It makes you laugh.

Joining your laughter, Solomon remarks, “Knowing how air-headed he can be, it was probably for the better that he was kept away from humans. Who knows what trouble he would have caused.”

Sliding off your left shoe, you then playfully chuck it at the sorcerer, “Hey! Only I can make fun of him!”

Solomon merely catches your shoe and sticks his tongue out at you. You do the same.

“Children, please,” Simeone sighs, though you can see the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

Ever since coming to RAD, Simeon has been uprooted from the destiny he was created for. He has told you a few stories about his work; going incognito in the Human world to train Luke in the ways of salvation, guiding “lost lambs” back to their paths, and creating a ripple effect of harmony.  

Now he attends class in a world not meant for celestial beings, studying alongside his former brothers. You asked him if the Devildom changed them. Yes, he said, but their foundations had remained the same. 

Here at RAD, there are only two humans here for him to guide. Solomon needs relatively little guidance, though with the strange aura emanating from the man, Simeon does not mind keeping his distance. Then there’s you, sweet and naive, only knowing of angels and demons once you were thrust into their world. 

You wonder if that’s why he always jumps at the chance to help you when you seem stressed. Humans in need is his domain. Does it feel natural, comfortable even, to help you?

Shaking your head from your thoughts, you press on with your questions. 

“All of you refer to the same ‘Father’. I know the brothers aren’t blood-related, but instead created at the same time. Does that make them your brothers too? Actually, would all angels be considered siblings?”

Simeon’s face lights up with a delighted smile, “That’s a great way of thinking about it! The specifics are a bit more complicated. I’m not saying you aren’t smart, but since the Celestial Realm exists outside of the same reality as your world, it might be difficult to explain concepts that don’t exist in your reality.”

“If you’re all related then I guess you couldn’t date each other.”

Solomon snorts into his hand as Simeon flusters out, “Pardon??”

“I mean, what do you do for relationships, or are those forbidden for angels?” You ask, side-eyeing Solomon from your seat. 

“W-Well, uhm,” Simeon scratches nervously at the back of his neck, “Some of my fellow angels have mentioned having relations with humans when they visit their world?”

Tilting your head in confusion, you ask, “Isn’t that what got Lilith in trouble though? Falling in love with a human?”

Simeon squirms in his seat, face heating up, wondering how– if– he should explain further. 

With an exuberant chuckle, Solomon beats him to it. “He means the angels fuck.”

Your eyes go wide as you wildly scramble toward Simeon. “WAIT! YOU GUYS ARE ALLOWED TO FU-”

One hand holds the back of your head while the other covers your mouth. “It’s not that simple, and please don’t yell,” Simeon grumbles, flashing Solomon a murderous look.

You pry the hand from your mouth. “What’s not simple about fucking?” You ask with a teasing lilt.

Simeon wants to run, to retreat into his bedroom before this goes further. He can’t entertain this line of questioning. Not when you’re leaning towards him in a uniform skirt that’s riding up your thighs. Not when he can feel the warmth of your breath. Not with Solomon here. Instead, Simeon falls silent.

The poor angel, however, is not subtle. 

You had noticed all session how his eyes would drift over your form, quickly glancing away when his gaze would land on your thighs. Once, his eyes flitted from your thighs back up to your face, only to see you looking back. His face flushed as he quickly forced himself back into his work, admonishing himself for getting caught.

Simeon looks identical to then, blush spreading across his nose and cheeks. His eyes are glued to the floor, hands pressed into fists in his lap. He doesn’t see the look you and Solomon share, a silent agreement, and a plan being instantly formed. 

Solomon stands from his seat, moving to sit next to the angel, which forces you both to scoot to accommodate him. He stretches his arm over the back of the couch, partially leaning in over Simeon’s lap as if he needs to share an urgent secret with you. Mirroring him, you lean in to meet him halfway, noses almost bumping. Simeon is trapped underneath you two, pressed into the couch’s cushioned back. 

“Do you know the dos and don'ts of divinity?” The sorcerer whispers, eyes flitting down to where your shirt is unbuttoned. 

“No,” you whisper back, “I’m only human, after all.”

The comment elicits a soft chuckle from Solomon. “An angel's divine purpose is to love and guide humanity, right?”

You nod, though you can’t follow his line of thinking, unsure of how it will lead you to what you both want.

“Let’s simplify it, then. An angel’s divine purpose is to love. As long as their actions are guided by love, then it isn’t sinful.”

Simeon squirms underneath you before sitting up abruptly, requiring you and Solomon to part. He clears his throat. “Yes, well, there you have your answer. Angels can have sex with humans as long as they love them, and as long as they control themselves by never interfering with that human’s defined path.”

“Have you ever had a human you loved like that, Simeon?” You ask, placing your hand on his upper thigh. 

“Yes…” He shivers under your touch, “I mean, no. Well, yes. Yes and no.” 

With his arm still slung on the couch, you watch out of the corner of your eyes as Solomon nestles into the angel’s side. When Simeon reacts and tries to lean away, he ends up pressing his body even closer to yours. Your fingers now dance along his thigh, slipping higher along the inside seam of his pants. 

He is no stranger to the advances of humans. Many have tried to seduce them to their beds and he would decline without a second thought. 

But he couldn’t help it here; he found you and Solomon to be a particularly endearing set of human beings. Thousands of years old with magical skill that was trained and fortified over those centuries; Solomon represented the physical and mental prowess of humanity. On the opposite end of the spectrum, there was you. No magic, yet with an abundance of love and dedication that enchanted the strongest of demons; you represented the spiritual and emotional depths of human beings. Though never having met before RAD, you both easily contrasted and complemented the other, creating the most complete picture of humanity Simeon had ever seen.

How was he not supposed to love you?

He feels like a thousand suns burning all at once. Is this what love is supposed to feel like? An all-consuming inferno that scorches his thoughts to ash, all while the heat warms his bones and alights his soul? He loves humanity, but the feeling flowing into him from both of you is infinitely more sacred. 

Your hand slides to his crotch, and Simeon spreads his legs wider without a second thought, releasing eons of pent-up energy into a single groan. Solomon begins to pepper feather-light kisses to the angel’s neck as you palm his hardening cock through the fabric. 

Simeon’s head lolls back against the couch, giving Solomon ample room to bite and lick at his adam’s apple. He feels you nudging his cheek with your nose, and when he adjusts to look at you, you swiftly capture his lips. Soft moans escape you both, only parting for quick draws of air before hungrily meeting again. 

He gasps when you slip your hand under the waistband of his pants, warm skin encircling his engorged cock. You pull away from his lips with a giggle.

“Do you always go commando?”

Parting his lips to speak, Simeon’s words die in his throat, replaced by a guttural cry. Solomon looks up at you with his own mischievous grin, his fingers pinching one of the angel’s nipples.

“Sorry, I always see them straining against his shirt, I couldn’t help myself,” Solomon says. 

You laugh. “I don’t blame you! You should feel his cock next; he’s so fucking hard,” you say, squeezing his shaft for emphasis.

Sparks fly up Simeon’s spine, hips rising slightly off the couch to chase your touch. 

“Please…” He whimpers.

Solomon’s and your attention snap to the angel, worried that you’ve gone too far.

Simeon huffs, “Please don’t tease, I’m not–  I’m not used to–”

You gently shush him before pressing a kiss to his cheekbone, “We’re going to make you feel so good, okay? Can we do that for you?”

Sliding off the couch, Solomon kneels on the ground between Simeon’s parted legs. Your hand retreats from the angel’s cock, now pulling his shirt halfway up his chest to expose his abdomen. Solomon makes quick work of undoing the clasps of Simeon’s pants but waits for his confirmation before attempting to remove them. 

“Yes,” He licks his lips, “I want it so bad.”

Grabbing the waistband, Solomon pulls Simeon’s pants down just far enough that his cock springs free. The sorcerer begins to stroke the angel’s shaft languidly, watching with delight as droplets of precum begin leaking out the tip. 

Simeon groans into his shoulder, biting his lip with hopes that the pain will keep his remaining restraint under his control. But your hand is trailing up his abdomen and to his chest, delivering a teasing flick to his nipple, before reaching his neck. Gently grasping the angel’s jaw, you force him to look down at Solomon.

“Keep your eyes on him for me, okay? Let Solomon see what he does to you,” you whisper.

The hot timbre of your voice pressed to his ear sends shivers down Simeon’s spine. 

Solomon’s thumb sweeps over the angel’s cockhead, causing Simeon’s hips to buck into his touch. An amused smile adorns the sorcerer’s face as he watches Simeon writhe beneath him. Each glide of his fist over the angel’s silken shaft elicits a luxuriant moan, growing in volume and desperation as the climax grows nearer.

The hand once holding Simeon’s jaw now brushes Solomon’s bangs back, your fingers repeatedly combing through his hair to keep the strands off of his face. He looks incredibly attractive like this, like a windswept adventurer ready to take on his next challenger. You make a mental note to tell him later on. 

“I’m guessing you have a suggestion?” He teases.

“Something like that…” you say. 

Tracing your fingers along the planes of Solomon’s face, you admire the simple beauty of the sorcerer. Pristine skin like virginal porcelain that, despite his true age, still gives way under your touch as your fingers skim across his left cheek. They trail down his nose, noting how its slenderness adds to his deceivingly dainty appearance. Finally, they fall to his svelte lips, always upturned with a knowing smile, but now parted as he waits for an answer with bated breath. 

Still, you end up glancing back at his half-lidded eyes. For it has always been his eyes that intrigued you; a premonitory slate blue reminiscent of gray clouds melting into the seawater below as a storm brews beyond the shore. They beckon you like siren to sailor. Will you willingly sink into his depths?

Your thumb brushes along his lower lip as you finally grant him an answer to his question, “I want to see Simeon fuck your pretty little mouth.”  

Solomon’s mouth falls agape with a silent gasp, and you resist the urge to slide your thumb along his tongue. After all, he will be much more of a tantalizing vision when he’s gagging on Simeon’s cock. 

Solomon shakes his head with a smile before looking up at you through his lashes. “You can be quite the minx when it suits you.” 

A weak and breathy laugh escapes Simeon, “You’re just now noticing?”

You scoff playfully, your fist coming to rest on your hip, “I don’t know what either of you are talking about.”  

The two men snicker briefly, laughter dying down as they reorient themselves in the moment. 

Taking hold of Simeon’s hand, you guide it to thread into Solomon’s hair, securing his grasp. The angel surprises you when he begins to caress Solomon fondly, fingers combing his hair back and gently scratching his scalp. The scene makes your heart flutter, beyond elated that you get to share this experience with them.

Solomon begins with a teasing kiss to the tip of Simeon’s cock, tongue teasingly swiping over the searing flesh for a first taste. Simeon’s hand reflexively grips tighter on Solomon’s hair, a muffled whine resonating in the space. 

The ember of your arousal begins to light as you watch Solomon slowly drag his tongue from base to tip. The sorcerer never breaks eye contact with you as he generously allows Simeon’s heavy cock to rest against his cheek, smearing the combined fluid of his saliva and the angel’s arousal on his skin. Simeon’s whines elevate to groans as the sorcerer takes the whole of his tip into his mouth, obscenely sucking on it before releasing it with a wet pop. 

Your hand slowly glides up the exposed skin of your thigh, piling the fabric of your skirt up until your panties are exposed to the warm air. You tease yourself, fingers dipping between your legs with the faintest of touches before disappearing, only to repeat the process. With each new dive, you increase the pressure behind your hand, dragging the soft material of your panties along your clit.

Solomon brings Simeon’s tip into his mouth again, though he now allows his jaw to go slack, sliding further down the angel’s shaft. His hand continues to work what is not in his mouth, and you can feel yourself getting lost as you watch the rhythmic slide of Simeon’s skin between Solomon’s pale fingers.

The pleasure overwhelms Simeon, hips jutting upward at the same time his pressure on the sorcerer’s head increases. Solomon gags, and you fully expect him to pull back, but the sorcerer remains composed, inhaling through his nose.

“F-Fuck, ‘m sorry…” Simeon pants.

When it looks as if Solomon may retreat to reassure the angel, you lean forward and place your hand atop of Simeon’s, forcing the sorcerer to continue his descent. Solomon moans under you, the vibrations sending another shockwave up Simeon’s spine.

You look back at Simeon, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep him in line, you just enjoy yourself.”

Simeon quietly nods. You don’t really care for quiet.

“Doesn’t he look beautiful like this? Worshipping you?” You taunt. 

Something beyond physical pleasure sparks in Simeon’s body. He’s spent his entire life in reverence to others; to Father, to Michael, to humanity. It never occurred to him that someone might want to gratify him to the same extent. The idea felt salacious, teetering on the edge of blasphemy, but the river of piousness below tempts him. He has only lived to serve, so why must adulation feel so good?

“Y-Yes– gAH–” Simeon whimpers as Solomon bottoms out around his cock. 

Returning to your spot cozied up against Simeon’s side, you hand withdraws from Solomon’s scalp. You finally grant yourself some relief, fingers pushing past the hem of your underwear to greet your soaked lips. Gathering slick on your fingertips, you circle your swelling clit, releasing a pleased sigh. 

Solomon begins to bob his head along Simeon’s shaft, a melody of moans and lasciviously wet slurps rumbling from his throat. No matter the tears gathering in the corner of his eyes, the spit drooling down his chin, nor the soreness in his jaw makes him falter. Simeon’s cock pulses deliciously on his tongue and he will not stop until he can kiss the angel’s seed into your hot mouth. 

Simeon’s whimpers grow restless, tired from keeping his tensing thighs and stuttering hips under control. His euphoria is reaching its peak, the pleasure overwhelming as Solomon fondles his balls until their tightening in his grip. The sorcerer hollows his cheeks around the angel's throbbing cock, causing Simeon’s spine to arch as his head falls back against the couch.

“Please, I’m going to– going to– mmmph!” Simeon’s warning is cut short as you shove your drenched fingers into his mouth. His tongue eagerly lathes against your skin, the taste of you finally pushing him over the edge.

Having sensed how close Simeon was, Solomon had pulled off of his cock. Lowering himself closer to the ground, Solomon hurriedly strokes Simeon through his orgasm, the angel’s cum dripping and pooling onto the sorcerer’s waiting tongue. 

Simeon’s body collapses bonelessly against the couch, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You remove your fingers from his mouth before kissing his sweaty temple.

While lovingly gazing at the angel’s blissed-out expression, Solomon’s hand roughly grabs your face and turns your attention to him. Before you can react, the sorcerer has lips on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You groan as you taste the tangy flavor of Simeon’s seed being shared with you. 

Solomon is jittery with pent-up lust as you return his kisses. His hands begin to fumble with his belt, ripping the leather from the loops harsh enough to tear one of them clean off. He reluctantly parts from you, sliding his pants down until his own aching cock springs free. Papers fall off and crumple on the coffee table as he sits on it.

You don’t waste time, removing your panties and tossing them off to the side. Solomon grabs your wrist, tugging you towards him as his other hand fists his cock. Happily you nestle onto his lap, back against his chest as he guides his tip into you. You’re so worked up that he sheathes inside you without resistance, each inch lighting your nerves on fire as he fills you.

Solomon releases a shuddering sigh, trying to stifle the twitch of his hips. His hands move to cup your breasts as he buries his nose into the crux of your shoulder and neck. He doesn’t want to move immediately, instead savoring the way your warmth engulfs him so completely. You reach behind you to thread your fingers in his hair, a subtle inquiry.

“I’m okay,” he whispers against your skin, “It’s just been a while since I’ve held another like this.”

You smile though he can’t see it, understanding the disorienting loneliness that comes with being surrounded by supernatural beings. Though Solomon carries his own immense power, it was something he fought to have; a struggle that those born magic could never fully empathize with. 

Lying your head back against his shoulder, you softly reassure him, “You can hold me anytime you need.”

He turns his head to kiss your cheek, “Can I fuck you anytime as well?”

Solomon always had an uncanny way of bouncing back after a moment of vulnerability, one that normally concerns you, but you elect to ignore it for the time being. You’ll talk to him about his feelings during a time his cock isn’t splitting you in half.

“Ooh! You should sneak into the House of Lamentation! Won’t the thrill of being caught be exciting?”

The sorcerer laughs before gently spanking the outside of your thigh, “Minx.”

“Making plans without me?” Simeon asks, steadying himself as he scoots to the edge of the couch cushion. Having tucked his cock back into his pants, the angel removes his gloves, setting them off to the side. 

“We’d be caught in an instant Simeon, you’re very vocal,” you tease.

The angel stutters, the heat crawling its way back onto his skin. 

You giggle, nudging his leg with your foot, “Never said I didn’t like it.”

Simeon clears his throat, hands taking hold of your knees and spreading your legs wider. “Let’s see how well you do then, hmm?”

You go to answer but a quick thrust of Solomon’s hips turns your words into a whine, which both men chuckle at. 

Solomon sets a steady, yet unhurried, pace, his hips leisurely rolling into you as Simeon refuses to let your thighs clench together. The angel’s eyes are focused on where Solomon’s cock slides in and out of your sopping core. Your breathless whimpers, Solomon’s raspy groans, and the wet slap of his cock sinking into you create a symphony in the room. 

One of Simeon’s hands slides up your thigh and to your core. Hesitantly, the angel presses his thumb against your clit, experimentally circling the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, yes– right there!” You gasp, thighs tensing as you clench around Solomon. The sorcerer mutters his own string of curses in a language you can’t identify, hips faltering at the feeling of your walls milking his cock.

Simeon watches as slick weeps from your sex, throat becoming parched as he remembers the taste of you on your fingers. The angel slips down to his knees despite the tight space between the couch and the coffee table. He centers himself between your spread legs, the other hand remaining on your knee now gripping your hip. 

Lips replace thumb as Simeon greedily sucks on your clit, moaning at the taste on his tongue once again. You keen at the sensations of his warm mouth venerating your body, free hand falling to grasp at his hair and keep him close to you. His tongue descends through your folds, teasing the underside of Solomon’s shaft in the process. 

It becomes too much for the sorcerer. He angles your bodies slightly forward as the feeling of his climax overwhelms him, hands still desperately holding you to him. Heated ropes of his seed fill your cunt, Solomon choking out a sob as he gives you everything he has. 

Cum starts to spill past where you two remain joined, dribbling down Solomon’s balls. Simeon dutifully begins to clean up the spend with kitten licks to the sorcerer’s sensitive flesh, causing Solomon to hiss in pleasure.

Simeon then carefully removes Solomon’s softening cock from you. His mouth returns to your cunt, tongue sinking into your entrance to lap at the sorcerer’s seed.

Another overwhelming shudder racks through your body, “S-Simeon! Do– N’T stooop!”

Though exhausted and fucked out, one of Solomon’s hands drops from your breast to tiredly play with your clit. 

Unintelligible cries pour from your lips as the pressure builds inside you. Simeon mercilessly fucks your cunt with his tongue, staring up at you with awe as you shake above him. You desperately chase your peak, grinding your hips against the angel’s lips.

Your peripheral vision fades into stars as your orgasm finally rips through you, heart pounding in your ears. Simeon eagerly downs the combined essence that flows from you, noisily slurping at your cunt.

After a few moments, you have to push the angel’s mouth away from you when you feel the coil begin to tighten again. You don’t think your poor pussy could handle another round. 

You crumple against Solomon, quietly panting while your consciousness slowly returns to you. All of three of you take the time to simply bask in the moment, comfortable in the afterglow of your affection. 

The moment doesn’t last as Asmodeus bursts through the door to Solomon’s room, “Hey, hon! You weren’t answering your texts, so Lucifer sent me to–”

Asmo’s eyes scan over the scene. Even though you’re all mostly clothed and facing away from him, you know there is no way the Avatar of Lust wouldn’t be able to tell what just occurred. The room smells of sex, your discarded panties are in plain view, and Simeon has yet to wipe the wetness from his chin.

The demon scoffs loudly, folding his arms over his chest as he stomps his foot to the ground.

“No fair!! How could you not invite me!?”

[gofishygo]

hitherto ; simon 'ghost' riley x gn! reader

summary (more of a footnote but whatever) : simon 'ghost' riley with a civilian reader who loves animals heals me in some unspoken language <3

notes: mentions of past trauma (ghost), mentions of animal abuse (ghost), fluff and (maybe) hurt/comfort ?? not proofread; 639 words

He knew his footsteps would always leave a trail, no matter how lightly he treaded or how stealthy he was. He'd killed hundreds after all, all in the name of the world's safety- a legal killer, worthy of purging the unclean as classed. Not to mention the remnants of his past that always followed, violence and abuse and his family always legible in his surroundings like a ghost. He'd always wondered whether his stain had hurt the world more than healed it.

And then there was you, with your light treads and invisible presence and pretty smile. You were everything his hardships had prevented him from being- so much softer and warm and wholeheartedly loved. Always avoiding the bloodied fields of war and doing your best to slip through the world undetected. Simeon had always known that he never deserved anyone, let alone someone like you. And yet you still traced the markings on his calloused hands, talked to him with that bubbly voice of yours, held his face despite the black medical mask that would cover it. You held your world in your hands, and his world was right in front of him.

Your presence is a gentle hand to his marred and bleeding one.

But still, he can't help but glance twice at any snake he sees. His suvorexant holds him down through the nightmares instead of alleviating them. It almost feels to him like he's betraying you when he can feel his chest tighten when you scoop the stray cat up into your arms amidst the cascading rain, ignoring it's indignant hisses and the hair that now messied your formerly clean sweater. He can make the figure of his father in the darkest corners of the alleyway, mangled carrion bodies and blood in the garbage bags of the trash can.

" should put the lad back, doll. " he does his best to hide the grit in his tone.

You only reply with avid pouts of refusal. "it's pouring, si !! I'm not leaving some poor, defenceless animal in the rain !!"

His expression softens. He trusts you; he truly does. But the smell of dog blood is still cloyingly bitter in his nose, and it’s a scent that still stings at his brain.  It's too late for him to react though- you’ve already dashed off back to your shared apartment while covering the feline with your now soaked sweater. Simon follows suit without protest.

He watches as you wrap the cat in the fluffiest towel you can find, careful as to not scare the cat any further. Your gentle rubs to it's fur could never compare what he had seen in his childhood- menageries of vicious snapping teeth and growls , the smell of blood and unkempt fur. You're rummaging through the cupboards and microwaving a can of tuna, nudging it towards the creature to try soothe it's fear. Simon feel his hands start to relax, his grimace fading beneath his mask. You're nothing like that shadow of a man, nothing like Ghost or the little boy before him. You were never going to make the same mistakes, never going to end up as the same monster. A little thing clicks in him, a small shift of his aorta. You were the one he would choose to stand by his side in the old and grey.

"sim ? you've been zoning, is there something wrong ?" you're scritching the cat's head, giggling at its soft purrs as it nuzzles its head closer to your fingers. A doe eyed look of concern as you grace over his features, checking for any sign of turmoil in your boyfriend.

"nothin' to worry about, love." he wraps his arm around your shoulder as you continue to play with the cat, the movement of your muscles as you play with the cat allowing him to take a new breath. "just thinking."

[devildom-moss]

You know that hit game FNAF?

I hope you do.

Anyways, could you write headcanons about how well the side characters would be at playing it?

Thanks <3

Okay, so I have never played this game - or really had any interest in playing it, so I watched some guy play one of the games, and I did a bit of research. Sorry this took so long! I did my best, though... I'm finally almost done with requests. I've got two more left (good news for the Solomon lovers).

The others playing FNAF headcanons (dateables + new sides)

Diavolo

Diavolo downloaded it after tuning in to one of Levi’s streams.

He found it amusing. Scary animatronics are so entertaining – although he thinks they’re more cute than scary.

Laughs in the face of jump scares and death. “Haha, look, Barbatos. The big fox one killed me. I’m dead now.” / “That’s very nice, My Lord. Did you finish your paperwork already?” / “. . .uhm.” / “You have ten seconds before we reenact your game. I’ll be the fox.”

Does not care about the lore. He’ll listen and might retain some details when Levi explains it, but he will not dig deep or look for easter eggs.

He kinda sucks, but he has a good time, and isn’t that what matters? He’s not super careful or watchful because it’s just a game. There’s nothing at stake, so he can relax and just mess around.

His favorite character is Foxy, and it’s genuinely as simple as “he’s red, and he’s a pirate.”

Barbatos

He has no interest in playing at first.

Slight aside: I think he’d like horror games, but he strikes me as more of a cinematic, artsy horror game guy – like Bramble or Little Nightmares. He also strikes me as someone who might enjoy farming sims, like he would love Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons. Pumpkin Panic would probably be a happy medium.

He’ll play if Diavolo, MC, or Luke ask him to; for anyone else, he’ll politely decline. Surprisingly, he’s not too bad. He’ll probably die once or twice, but he figures out what he has to do pretty quickly.

Barbatos doesn’t react to jump scares, and he avoids them as much as possible. He can play without moving his face – at least until one of the three people who could get him to play compliments him. In that case, he’ll smile a bit wider.

Nothing in that game could be more horrifying to Barbatos than Chuck E. Cheese – a real human world place where people take their children for some unfathomable reason. It’s run by a rat! That’s one of the reasons he won’t play if Solomon asks him too. One time Solomon loaded a Chuck E. Cheese mod version of the game that he asked Levi to make, and Barbatos nearly broke the control from fright.

Luke

The game is a little too scary for his liking, but he still plays it occasionally – just not alone. He gets more paranoid and jumpier for a few days after he plays, but he’ll insist that he’s fine to keep playing if anyone asks.

He’s not great, but he’s still the best out of everyone at Purgatory Hall. He tenses up and just either goes wide-eyed or starts yelling at the characters in the game, but other than that, at least he knows what he’s doing.

Luke likes all the toy versions of the animatronics because they look cute, but the nightmare ones freak him out.

A wave of relief washes over him once he beats a game. He’s so happy that he can finally turn the game off.

Simeon

This poor man does not understand how to play – at all. He forgets which keys do what constantly, so he can’t react fast enough.

It’s a very stressful experience for him when he tries to play – all 10 minutes or so before he loses. Simeon doesn’t get scared so much as he just repeatedly asks what he’s supposed to do with increasing urgency.

Simeon would prefer to watch someone else play, but overall, he isn’t that interested in the game.

However, Simeon does find the lore and story interesting, so if he watches Levi or Luke playing, he’ll ask them questions about the plot.

Somehow, watching Luke play makes him more anxious than when he plays – probably because he doesn’t want Luke to lose and be disappointed.

Solomon

Solomon enjoys it because it’s supposed to be dark and scary, but it doesn’t actually scare him at all – barring a few cheap jump scares. Still, he kind of likes it.

Unfortunately, Solomon kind of sucks. Like Diavolo, he finds the game so amusing that he just chuckles when things get stressful. He’s the type to hear or see something spooky in the game and do nothing just to see what happens. Okay, so maybe Solomon doesn’t suck, he just likes to see how the animatronics are going to get him – a real “oh boy, I sure hope I die” approach.

Solomon loves watching Luke play. It’s hilarious when Luke freaks out – and it’s even funnier to watch Simeon get nervous on his behalf.

Unironically thinks the nightmare versions are cute.

Thirteen

She hates jump scares so much.

She played once, and at the first jump scare, she let out a stifled shriek, pressed esc, put her cat ear headphones down, and left the room (to go find MC, probably).

No thank you. She doesn’t need that stress in her life. She will not try that again. She might watch someone else play but only if MC is there to comfort her or if it’s to laugh at Mammon for being scared.

She’s not afraid of the game, per se, she just doesn’t like being startled. She thinks the characters are cute, in a way - like creepy cute.

Raphael

He thinks it’s stupid, and he doesn’t understand why it’s so popular. Raphael doesn’t care for gaming in general – but especially horror. He doesn’t want to simulate a stressful situation for no reason. If he wanted stress, he’d call Michael.

Raphael will try the game if Luke asks him to, and he does alright, but gets bored right up until he messes something up and dies. You wouldn’t even be able to tell he was in trouble. An immoveable frown sits on his face the entire time.

When Luke asks if Raphael would like to try again, Raphael tells him that if he wants a spear-free computer, he won’t make Raphael play anymore. The message was received.

Raphael will only watch if Luke, Simeon, or Lucifer play, and even then, he would probably pass most of the time.

Mephisto

He doesn’t strike me as much of a gamer, either. If he does play games, he’d probably choose games that are visually stunning and at least semi-relaxing, like Journey or Flower (probably Zelda games too).

He would play it if Luke asked him to or if he wanted to do research on it for journalism purposes.

Mephisto does relatively well, but he likes to investigate a lot, so he gets a bit distracted and takes it slow sometimes. Unfortunately – or fortunately – he has a habit of stopping after losing once. He’ll pick up the game again some other day, but once he loses, he stops that game for the day. On one hand, Mephisto does not allow himself to get pulled into games that he loses, but it makes his progress slow.

When Mephisto plays, he bounces his leg the whole time to contain his anxiety. He appears relaxed, but he flinches at jump scares and his eyes widen when he’s actively trying not to die.

He’s super into the lore – call it journalistic curiosity or just call him a nerd.  

[666writingcafe]

We Meet At Last

MC

I have no idea where exactly I got teleported to, only that I appear to be standing in a field at the edge of a forest. My captor steps away from me, sliding the dagger that was in my hand mere seconds ago into a barely-visible sheath.

"What in the world were you thinking?" I recognize that voice. "Honestly, MC, why do you feel the need to sacrifice yourself at every opportunity?"

"It's not like I had any other choice!" I yell. "I wasn't about to kill any of those men! Their lives are much more important than mine."

"That isn't true!" Thirteen runs a hand through her hair and sighs. "I saw the way they looked at you, MC. They were completely under your control."

"But I didn't even do anything to them!"

"Not overtly, no. But there is something about you that has captivated them in a way that no other human--or being, for that matter--has ever managed to achieve. It may be your power, sure, but it could be simply that you're you." Thirteen pauses as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a simple black band ring. "There's only one other person that's had that effect on others, and they wore this very ring. If I am right, you are their successor."

"You're not talking about Lilith, are you?" Thirteen shakes their head.

"No, not her." She reaches down and grabs my hand. "Someone you know rather intimately."

Before I can reply, she slips the ring on my finger, and I immediately find myself surrounded by white light.

"Hello there, MC," a disembodied voice greets. "At long last, I finally get to see you, although I wish it could be under better circumstances."

"Who are you?" I ask.

"My name is Michael." Oh shit. It's the Michael. The one that the brothers are terrified of.

The one that Simeon showed my list of dates to.

"You're not here to punish me, are you?" Michael chuckles.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"On your answer to this question: what motivates you?" His inquiry catches me off guard at first. Why would he ask something straight out of a high school career assessment?

But it's not that simple, is it?

He wants to know my intentions. He wonders if he can trust me.

And suddenly everything in my mind is replaced by one simple word.

"Love."

"Love," Michael repeats. "All this time, you've made decisions based on love?"

"Yes. As long as the people I care about are safe and sound, I don't care what happens to me. I have to--"

"--protect them." His voice sounds softer, almost like he's smiling. "Very well. The ring is yours. I pray for your happiness and well-being, MC."

The white light disappears, leaving me stunned. What just happened?

"Take the ring off." Right. I'm with Thirteen.

"What?"

"Just do it." I try to remove the ring from my finger, but it appears stuck. No matter how much force I use, it's not budging. It's not like my finger's swollen. No, it's something else.

Did the ring fuse itself into my skin?

"Good." Thirteen smiles. "I was right."

"I swear, if you don't explain what's going on--" I get interrupted by Thirteen placing a finger on my lips.

"Relax, MC. I was just getting ready to." My silence satisfies her, and she removes her finger. "What you are wearing is referred to as the Ring of Light. Its sister is the Ring of Wisdom. Michael once wore the Ring of Wisdom, but he passed it down to Solomon a long time ago."

"Who wore the Ring of Light?" Her smile grows wider.

"Why, Lucifer, of course." I have so many questions. Unfortunately, Thirteen starts walking away from me before I have the chance to ask any of them.

"Where are you going?" I shout. She stops and turns around to face me.

"Well, we can't exactly teleport back, or you'd end up passing out. The human body needs time to recover." She beckons me to follow her, and we walk to the other side of the field, where an empty road awaits us.

"Please tell me we're not making this journey on foot," I tell Thirteen, who laughs.

"Of course not, MC. Don't be silly." She unclips a keychain from a belt loop and hits a button attached to it. Instantly, a motorcycle materializes in front of us, seemingly out of thin air. A helmet rests on the seat. Thirteen grabs this helmet and sticks it on before mounting the motorcycle.

"There's a spare in the trunk," she informs me. Too stunned to argue, I soon find myself seated behind Thirteen, my hands rested on both sides of her waist.

"Hold on tight, MC. I like to go fast."

[delphi-dreamin]

An Attendant's Sorrow

How does one handle it when the loves of one's life don't remember her?

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Characters: MC!Delphi, Solomon

Notes: Y'all, I'm so conflicted about Nightbringer. I wanna like it, but the story is making me emotional.

I managed to hold it together, she thinks as she leaves the House of Lamentation for the night. Simeon and Luke are tucked away in her room and she's headed back to Cocytus Hall, as it has to be. No, not her room. Her room is at Cocytus Hall. The room in the House of Lamentation that she's used to being hers is the guest room here.

Delphi enters Solomon's home in the Devildom and lets all of the glamors she'd been holding fall. Tears stream down her cheeks as she rests her back against the front door, sliding down to sit in a curled-up heap on the floor. She doesn’t try to hold back the sobs that wrack her petite frame, instead hiding her face between her knees and letting the tears soak her tights.

Solomon rushes out to her, resting a soothing hand on her upper back. He smells like incense and smoke, burnt herbs and oil. The familiarity of it is comforting, and Delphi finds herself burying her face in his chest, letting the warm scent envelop her.

She hadn’t thought that leaving the House for the night would hurt so badly, but seeing Simeon and Luke making themselves comfortable in her room nearly broke her.

Solomon holds her close, rubbing her back as gently as he can. This isn’t the first time she’s come back in tears, and he’s sure it won’t be the last. He wishes he could ease her pain, but it’s been several weeks now and she’s only barely made progress with Mammon and Leviathan. He knows it must kill her to see Lucifer and his brothers every day and they not know her.

“I know I’m stuck here until I can reform my pacts,” she cries, clutching his shirt tightly in her fists, “but I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Solomon.”

“Oh, my star, I know,” he sighs. “I wish there was something more I could do to help.”

“I miss them so much,” Delphi sobs.

“I know you do,” Solomon tries to comfort her, rubbing the soft skin between her fake wings. “We’re going to get you back to the right timeline. We’re gonna get you home, Bubbles.”

She punches him lightly in the stomach, hiccupping, “Aren't you ever going to stop using that stupid nickname?”

“Not as long as it makes you laugh,” he chuckles. He helps her to her feet and brushes her hair out of her face, smiling. “There's my cute apprentice.”

Delphi rolls her eyes, but grins. “Stop it you old pervert. You’re not getting into my pants that easily.”

Solomon just laughs and pulls her into a hug.

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