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I have not been able to post anything for the last few weeks or even a month due to my laptop & smart devices blowing out and dying- but i finally managed to cope a new one and got my job back during the phase 2 of reopening, writing may be slower than normal due to readjustments of my new schedule + also juggling working and commencement of a new school year for me starting in September but cross my heart or stick a needle in my eye, I shall always deliver. Masterlist  (I had published a new fluff Imagine a couple of weeks ago but saw that it was not showing up on tags as much as my other posts, it is up if you’d like to read <3) Angel,

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Poor Simeon

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Imagine; As previous school day ran late, conspiring of minor inconveniences that dampened your mood when you awake the following day to an afternoon sun; shoving your D.D.D underneath the pillow beside you, continuing to ignore the vibrations of incoming messages and calls- you drift back to sleep, hoping to sleep away this tick of yours. And as if on queue, your bedroom door creaks open. {F!MC/Demon Brothers, Fluffy fluff, Comfort, You had a long day and just need sympathy and affection.} ------------------------- Note I’m having such a bad road block with continuing chapter 2 of our undoing- and been stuck in a low mood lately, so much so that a cup of hot tea and biscuits won’t help me. I wrote this under the covers when it started storming this afternoon. /i did not manage to finish this within a day or let alone a week! Thank you for all the love i’ve received with the on-going series & my previous Summer Imagine- I appreciate the patience, i write incredibly slow in order to perfect and ensure that everything flows additionally, also to enjoy what I write. If you have a request, question, need someone to squeal over your demon with, or a listening ear- send me love letters X --------------------------- Lucifer Seemingly annoyed at the lack of responses he was receiving from you since yesterday evening, he decides to pay a house call. His brothers seem to be keeping to themselves today, or so he hopes. The House Of Lamentation seems suspiciously calm by the time Lucifer walks through the hallway and to the front of your door. Clearing his throat, he gently knocks before excusing himself into your room. You prop up on your elbows, still trying to come out of sleep. “Luci..?” You yawn his name as he removes his gloves and sets it on top your bed side table. “Have you been having late nights, my love?” He sits at the edge of your bed, patting the empty space beside him. A gesture, ordering you forward. You nod, shifting over- “Yes, especially yesterday.. Some days are just not meant for you.” Lucifer crooks a brow, stroking your cheek; Sympathy in his eyes as he looms over you, “I don’t quite understand what you mean, love.” Leaning your head against his shoulders, you sigh- “Bad days, Luci.. Don’t you too, have bad days? It felt as though the sun was never going down and the hands on clocks didn’t move.” Lucifer chuckles and wraps an arm around your waist pulling you close; He does not often resonate with the idea of bad days nor do things often not go his way, but he sees you under the light of your room and how tired your eyes are. “What can I do?” He presses a kiss to the top of your head- voice coated with concern. You shake your head in response, sinking deeper into the embrace. “Nothing..” Your voice cracks. “Anything, my love, I’ll give you anything.. anything at all.” Lucifer’s slender fingers trace along your spine. “If I could provide you a source of comfort.. No request is too big, as long as it leaves you satisfied and out of this.. state.” He smells of musk, a slight scent of leather from constantly wearing his gloves, heartbeat slow and steady as you feel his chest rise and fall against you. “Anything?” You gently reply. Lucifer cups your face in his hands, stroking your cheek; “For you, only you. Anything.” “Mmhm.” You kiss the inside of his palm- “You’ve always been so good to me.. Luci. I sometimes feel undeserving of your treatment.” “Don’t, never be-” He kisses your forehead, tracing down to your lips. “- There is no greater pleasure than seeing you happy.. Especially here with me.” Lucifer said, both hands still grazing your cheek. All you felt was your heartbeat in your chest rising and his breath against your lips. He breaks the silence, swiftly stealing a kiss. “Now now,” “I can confidently say you have not eaten anything for the past 20 hours or so, let us head down to Ristorante Six, I know you always crave for their devil’s food cake.” “As you wish, my lord.” Putting on your shoes and lacing your hands with his. “Are you.. mocking me, my love?” “How dare does one mock the Lucifer!” You tip toe and place a kiss on his cheek. “As you said, Luci.. For me, anything.” -------------------------- Mammon Throwing his D.D.D across the room after calling for the fifth time that morning; The white haired demon has impatiently been awaiting a response but when that call was still left unanswered, “Fine. If ya won’t answer, i’ll just come see ya myself then!” Stumbling out of his room to the front of your room, leaning onto your door frame to try to pick up a sound. “Sheesh.. Is she still sleepin?” He checks his wrist watch. “It’s almost.. 3.. 3pm in the afternoon?! I... How are you even still asleep or not replying my texts?!” Taking a step back, he chuckles and adjusts his brown jacket. Mammon proceeds to knock on the door and call you out. “Yah.. It’s 3pm in the afternoon and ticking!” He knocks louder this time. “Are ya really still gonna sleep in?!” Mammon shakes and continues knocking- maybe considerably pounding against the door. Irritated. You were almost falling asleep till he started aggressively knocking. Swinging open the door to find the white haired demon with his fist in the air. “Yes, Mammon?” You said, cold and stern. The shadows under your eyes reflect the lack of sleep you’ve been having, hopefully he’d take it as a hint to come back after 8 hours when you fully rest. “H-hey... how long do ya plan on sleepin?!” He storms into your room without care and plops himself on your bed. You bite your lip, trying to suppress the growing tick. “I.. have not slept, Mammon. I was getting there.” “Barely.” You whisper. “Yah! What’d ya mean getting there?! It’s 3pm in the afternoon and I was callin you all mornin and I wasn’t even left on read or anything! Where’s ya D.D.D? Did ya lose it?” He starts going through your bed side table and underneath your pillows, rambling on how he’s been waiting for you to respond. “Mammon.” Your voice cuts through his own personal dialogue. He turns holding your D.D.D in hand, stumped by how your eyes are darkened by the shadows beneath and lazily holding yourself up. “Please..”  snatching the device from his hand. You sit at the edge of your bed, scrolling and opening messages. “Hey.. I-i’m sorry, i didn’t know you were so tired. What’s been happenin’ at school? Ya keepin’ up with homework?” His tone softens as he gently wraps an arm around your shoulder. You’re too tired to even shrug him off. “Apart from being exhausted? It felt like the sun was never going to go down.. Like I would not have made it back to my room to sleep.” His grip on you tightens, the smell of his leather jacket and his cologne- Comforting.“Well uh, I’d.. I would tell ya to just throw it all away and head out with me to like, ya know, spend it all away?” He laughs. “Mammon..” “Hey.. It’s okay, I just wish you would’ve told me.. ya know. I could have come runnin’ with a blanket and some sweets!” You shake your head and pinch the space between your brows. “But! I’m here now, let’s make use of me, shall we? Come’here!” He pushes you down against the bed and smushes your face into his chest- “Ya know.. out of all the exchange students.. I ain’t ever got one that I liked ya know! I hope you feel special!” -pasting kisses all over your head. Your hands crept underneath his jacket and around his waist, pulling him closer. “Mmmmhmmmm” “What! I can’t hear ya!” He pulls away to catch a glimpse of your flustered cheeks and tired round eyes. “Nap with me, you moron!” ------------ Satan It’s about the time Satan and you often would catch up on reading, exploring new books from the human realm being delivered to the library. He’s been saving this fictional series for the two of you to read together, excited about this new read. He finishes up his lunch and heads for your room- Noticing that the door was closed, strange. You often left it half open for his convenience. Cooing your name while opening the door, light from the hallway lits up your silhouette; legs dangling off the edge of the bed, hands tucked under the pillow. The squeak of the opened door breaks him out of his thoughts as he brings the books to your desk, leaving a note for when you wake so the two of you could continue your evening together. Stopping at the foot of your bed; you’re sound asleep, tossing and turning. He removes his jacket and rests it upon your chest, taking a seat beside you. “You must’ve been exhausted.. seeing how you’re still asleep long into the afternoon, hm?” Slender fingers stroke loose strands of hair away from your cheeks, tucking them behind your ear. Hot breath against his thumb, he gently squeezes your cheek. “I will see you when you wake.” Gently placing a kiss on your forehead- your eyes peer open from feeling a pair of warm lips in between your brows, “Hi” he hears your sleepy voice beneath him. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Shaking your head as you prop up against your elbows- light from the hallway illuminates against Satan’s lean silhouette, his tousled blonde hair longer than what you remembered yesterday. “I wouldn’t want to be woken any other way.” Satan’s brow raises, “Oh? I’ll take note of that.” Setting aside the books in his hands, you scoot closer and lean your head against his shoulder. “Would you care to tell me what has been taking up so much of your sleep? “I’ve.. just had a bad day, thinking I would be able to sleep off most of my mood.” “I see.. Do you wish to continue sleeping? I can come see you a little later-” “No, no.” You stop and grab his wrist, “Please, stay.” “As you wish,” Satan reaches out for the stack of books on your bed, going through various titles till he picks one out. The cover looks familiar, from your childhood. “Let me read to you, hm? I picked this up from the library, it just came today. From the human realm.” He flips through the pages. “I thought we could enjoy this together in the evening but,” He sits himself up and pulls your legs over his, resting you against your bed frame. “I won’t let such a tender moment go to waste.” Pastel hardcover with gothic script, he begins to flip the page. “I remember my mom used to read to me, it’s this exact book. It’s sleeping beauty, a fairytale.” Satan smiles while leaning forward and cups your cheek, “Yes.. It is.” ----------------- Asmodeus “Yoohoo!” Tapping against your bedroom door wakes you, “My loveeeeeeeeee?” You immediately recognise the rhythm in that voice. Pulling your covers over your head, groaning- Even muffled tapping keeps you awake, how long was he going to stand there? Flinging the covers off, you manage to open your door slightly without getting out of bed. “Ah! There you are, you have not responded to any calls, my calls for that matter!” Strolling in, setting his belongings down- it seems as if he was going back to his own room instead of dropping by for a visit. “Asmo.. I-” He’s already grabbing you by the waist pulling you into his lap. “Hmm? You were saying?” You can smell his freshly sprayed perfume- lavender. Snuggling closer against his torso, pulling his arm over your chest. He feels your sigh and short breaths against his wrist. “How are you feeling? Tired I would assume, the shadows under your eyes can’t lie to me, darling.” “I can’t lie to you- Kissing his palm -you know that.” “Yes but.. you haven’t told me what is keeping you up” His slender fingers tilt your chin upwards, his big eyes glancing down towards you. “Hm? Darling, let’s hear it.” You huff, sitting up holding his thighs to balance yourself on his lap. “Yesterday wasn’t the best day for me, nothing went as I would have liked. That’s it. I just, wanted to be by myself for a little.” Humming in response, “Do you feel better now, with me, hm?” Squirming on his lap trying to adjust your dress, his eyes dart up toward you. Fingers move from your thighs up towards your neck. You know that look, the glimmer in his eye and how secure his grip is at the back of your neck. Your cheeks immediately flush at the idea of what he might be thinking. “Yes, slightly better.” Asmodeus immediately sits up and pulls you closer, “Slightly?” You feel his breath against your lips, “How can I make you feel better, darling, hm? Tell me.” Leaning forward, lips grazing againt his- “You already have.. Asmo.” “Let me give you more, darling.” You stare blankly at him, maybe you were just awaiting for him to pounce on you or push you against the bed- but could you tell him that you were simply.. not in the mood? To the avatar of lust? “Asmo.. I..” He giggles, both hands cupping your cheeks. “Darling, don’t give me that face, as much as I’d love to-” He leans back, eyes sweeping over your silhouette in your dim bedroom light. “- Ahem, have you.. Let me take care of you, how about that?” That familiar light and airy tone of his voice in itself comforts you, nodding your head- slowly leaning you against the bed with him by your side, lean arms wrapped around your waist and your head against his chest- rise and fall of slow rhythmic beating. Humming slowly, stroking your hair- slender fingers crawl up and down your back, he feels so warm- you fumble with the buttons of his white linen shirt, “You smell like summer..” Interlacing your hands together. “You are too precious, darling.” “Am i?” “Oh, my love. Are you doubting, me! Yes you are. In all of devildom.. I’m in awe by you, even more than I am with myself! Oooh, you should be so happy!” He pinches your cheek. “I even love you as much as I do myself.. or even more.” You crook a brow, “Is that so?” Chuckling- “My love, please. If you were to ask me to prove my affection for you.. You won’t get much sleep for the rest of today.” “Oh Asmo.. I know. I’m just teasing you.” Placing a kiss against his chest. “Thank you for coming by to see me.” “Don’t thank me, my darling. I should be thanking you, for allowing me to be your place of comfort.” He peeks down at you, eyelids shut and soft snoozes. Placing a kiss against your forehead, “I will be here when you wake up, darling.” ----------------- Leviathan He’s been the number one culprit for blowing up your D.D.D, numerous calls and angry all caps messages from approximately 10am until the sun was at it’s highest. Okay fine, maybe you were preoccupied. But how preoccupied could you be and missing out on his final boss round you promise to sit in for? Sitting around his room tempted to tap on his controller onto the next screen. No no no, this is not how it’s gonna go, he knew he needed you around for a pep talk before going into the battle. “Okay.. maybe one more call? Gah, should i even bother? I know I can take this on by myself! I’ve done this a zillion times, what is this any different!” Flaring his arms in the air- his fingers hover along his controller. “I’ll do it.. I’m gonna do it!”  Clutching the controller tightly- “Ugh” He falls back against the floor. “For hell’s sake, what could you even be up to in this hour?!” Grabbing his jacket and throwing his headphones on, he storms to your room. Approaching your door, he swings open to find you sprawled across your bed- eyes tightly shut, lips lightly parted and your heavy breathing was all he could hear. Leviathan’s cheeks flushed, taken aback by your sleeping form and how he just stormed in unannounced. “S-she.. still asleep?!” He blurted out accidentally, stepping backwards into your night stand- you fuss in your sleep, pulling the covers closer to you. Sighing, “At this rate i’ll wake her up..” Turning to readjust the knocked over trinkets. Worried, paranoid that he’ll wake you up- Leviathan constantly peers over his shoulder in relief to find you out like a light. His hands in his jacket pocket, rolled into fists. “She does look.. so tired, i guess..” Feet turning towards your half cracked opened door, just as he was about to leave- wire of his headphones from his jean pocket gets looped around the door knob, grunting and tugging. The jack releases along with his music. Stirring in your sleep, light from the hallway and music from your bedside wakes you up. “Levi?” Peering from beneath your covers, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You hear the shaking of the door knob, him attempting to untangle his headphone wires. Yawning, “I know it’s you Levi.. I can tell from the back of your head.” “Uhhh..” Embarrassment in his voice, you see him still struggling with the intertwined wire, scooting over to the edge of your bed you excuse yourself from behind him carefully untangle and plugging the jack back into his D.D.D He stands there, red in the face, hiding his expression underneath his purple bangs. “Levi?” Prying and pulling at his sleeve, “Y-you.. were asleep, I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to wake you!” His hazel eyes dart across the room, avoiding your gaze. “No no, Levi!” Tugging him backwards as he attempts to leave, “Levi! I had to wake up anyway! Just, stay!” Almost yelling out into the hallway, finally he gives in and shuts your bedroom door. Standing as stiff as ever, “I.. i wasn’t watching you or nothing!” Voice still as ever, shaky and timid. “It’s fine even if you did.” Subconsciously teasing him, flashing him a cheeky grin. “I.. wanted you to be there when i fought the final boss.” “Oh.. Levi, i’m so sorry I overslept..” “But! Did you get all my messages? I left you some messages and calls! I was worried that you were busy with something!” Shaking your head, “No i just, had a really long day yesterday.. You know, the usual.” “Er.” He takes a seat beside you. An obvious gap between you both. “Can i, I mean.” Shuttering. “If you didn’t wanna go back to sleep.. I still haven’t gotten around to the final round ya’know?” Your eyes fixate against the floor, guilty for oversleeping and ignoring most of the messages- feeling the cool fabric of his jacket against your arm, Leviathan closes the gap between you both; “So..” He tucks your hair behind your ears- “Whatcha think? I’ll even let you go for a round! I mean ya never gonna beat MY high score but..” -He places his hand over yours, “You’re my lucky card.” Almost a whisper. “I’ll go.. Only if you let me choose next game we’re gonna play.” Leaning closer. “Hah, Normie wants to play?” You faintly feel his breath against your lips before pulling you out the door. “Let’s play.” -------- Beelzebub Balancing a brown paper bag of freshly baked pastries, a buttered scone hanging from his mouth. His fingers swiftly move along his D.D.D, (I just got some fresh pastries.)   (An entire bag full, let me share some with you.) (I’m heading to your room right now.) The rustling of the doorknob pulls you out of sleep, in a daze you watch as the light from the hallway spills into your room. The scent of butter and bread fills the once stiff air- and along with the scent stands a large figure at your door. Eyes still heavy.. yet, there is only one demon in the entire devildom who would bring a large bag of bread into your bedroom on a random afternoon. Beelzebub steps lightly, not noticing you were half awake, eyes following him in as he continues to chew on the croissant that fills his cheeks. Quietly propping yourself up, he sets the paper bag on your desk, removing individually wrapped pastries and placing them on your desk. You guess he came here for a spot of afternoon tea. Yawning into your white pyjama sleeve, you hear him tear open another plastic wrapper. “Will there be any left for me?” He catches your voice turning to face you, traces of crumbs along his lips and chin. Holding up what seems to be left of a croissant, “Hi, you’re awake.” Walking over to the edge of your bed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you but I brought back some of your favourites. I was just going to get some bread but I could smell lemon tarts and I know how much you love them so.. I couldn’t resist getting you some but I was so hungry..” You hear his stomach grumble. “Thank you for the treat, Beel.” Chuckling as you try to make yourself look decent in front of the hungry demon. “Would you like me to help you braid your hair?” You feel the bed sink beside you. “As long as I don’t have crumbs in my hair.” It’s the gentleness Beelzebub carries with him that comforts in stark contrast to his appearance and large built. “I’m surprised to find you sleeping so late, have you eaten anything at all? Your pyjama’s look bigger on you this time.” His eyes trace the back of your neck down to your waist- the curvature of your spine was more prominent than he remembered. “I ate.. last evening, I just wanted to sleep in today.” “What has made you so sleepy? Has Belphie’s habits rubbed off on you?” “Mmhm.. No, not yet.. “ Large and warm hands against your back, slowly gathering sections of hair and smoothing them out. “I just had a long and tiring day yesterday. It just seemed like nothing was going in my favour, that’s all.” You hear low rumbles from his chest as he continues to work with your long hair, “I wish you would’ve told me.” He says softly, tucking the ends of your hair into the braided loop- hands gently draping the braid over your shoulder. “I could have brought you some food..” Turning around, you see his large frame slouching and eyes catching your gaze, he’s frowning. “Beel..” “I know you’re going to say it’s okay. But to me it isn’t, who would I be if I can’t at least try to cheer you up..” His hands cup your cheeks. “At least you’re still warm.” That’s one thing Beel loves about you, you’re always so warm. Even during the harsh winters here. “I always will be.” Kissing the inside of his palm. “How are you feeling now? Do you need more time to rest?” “No.. Beel, I’m fine now. Thank you for stopping by to see me.” “I just don’t want you to feel that you have no one to turn to-” He lifts you to straddle his lap. “When you have me.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, You sigh against his lips- pulling him closer. “I know.. I know. I would never think that way..” “Good girl.” He closes the space in between both of you, warm lips that taste of almonds... and whatever was in that brown paper bag. One arm wraps around your waist to steady you- another hand holds the base of your neck, lightly squeezing it. A low rumble from the demon’s stomach causes you to pull away. “Hungry?” Purple eyes take in the sight of you, you see his eyes trace your body. His mouth curves into a smile. “Always am.” You leap out of bed to gather the remaining pastries in the bag, asking him if he would want to go down to the kitchen for some tea. “Anywhere, with you.” He replies whilst giving you a last kiss on the cheek. ------ Belphegor As tense as you are, you’ve been waking up every other hour. It feels like you saw the sun set and come back up within a few minutes. Sighing into your blankets, eyes heavy but you couldn’t work your way back to sleep. Maybe you weren’t cool enough to fall asleep during this summer heat, even down to your thinnest nightie- It didn’t seem to do the trick. Remembering reading somewhere about a military sleeping method that humans used to use for soldiers to fall asleep within 2 minutes, but 30 minutes go by without a wink or even the feeling of fleeting in and out of sleep. You’ve switched positions around four times, you’ve grown restless- wanting to retreat to your medicine cabinet knowing fairly well that two pills could easily throw you back into slumber. You can hear the voices of various demons in your head advising otherwise. But, oh god, of course. You knew exactly who could easily coax you to sleep. Luckily, your D.D.D has been swamped with various messages- immediately dialling his number and gnaw on your bottom lip in eagerness. “Belphie.. Come on.. pick up, please.” whispering into your phone. Hollow tired eyes watch you from the crack of your door, clutching onto the cow printed pillow he brings everywhere; holding his vibrating phone close to his chest, chuckling while he watches you frantically dial for him over and over. Seeing you finally give in after hearing nothing on the other end, he decides to have fun with this situation. (Yes?) Your D.D.D lights up with his name. (Belphie! I’ve been calling you!) (Belphie? Belphie!) (Are you really going to leave me on read?) Stepping away from the entrance of your door to suppress his laughter, he peeks through to see that you’ve shoved your D.D.D aside. Tossing and turning, trying to find a cool underside of the pillow. Pulling and tugging at your nightie. He watches you fuss over your long braid beneath your neck, pulling onto your covers then kicking them off again. Light from the hallway seeps in until a familiar silhouette shadows against your bed. Knocking off his shoes and fluffs the cow printed pillow before tucking it beside you, climbing into bed. “Belphie! How did you, when did you get in here?” “You were so loud, i’m sure the rest of my brothers heard you too.” Smiling as he lays down beside you- “Couldn’t sleep? Why exactly are you so tired?” It’s a tick you’re unable to shake off, restlessness along with other aspects of the previous day still bother you though able to let go some steam irregardless of a few yawns from the tired eyed demon propped on his elbow. Huffing, you rub your heavy lids, exhaustion is starting to creep up on you. “Come here-” He pats the empty space. “-Before I change my mind.” “Do you feel better now?” Fingers caressing your back and your face buried in Belphie’s chest, a soft exhale can be heard- sleep has taken you. A satisfied grin across his face and a kiss atop your head. “Finally.” Fingers stroke your cheek and across your parted lips. “Not even in my dreams do I get a sight quite like this.” He pushed to stay awake; enveloped against you, hands warmly tucked under his shirt and the slow rise and fall of your chest. “Sleep, for as long as you need.” ------ All my love, angel

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this will truly come in handy for my excessive day dreaming about our demon boys, thank you so much OP for bringing this to life ❤️

mc's room

So I 3D modeled MC's room and added areas of what I imagine is the rest of the room. Let's all assume that the sun shines in Devildom for the sake of my renders.

[other works] Asmo's Room | Luci's Study

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»a new heart« by bindi cole

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Romeo and Juliet (1968)

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