#obey me simeon x you

[another-lost-mc]

Pillow Talk | SIMEON x gn!Reader 1.7k words | NSFW | Depravity & Pining Content warnings: Perversion, masturbation with clothing, dirty thoughts. obey me! m.list

It’s a rare occasion when Simeon has Purgatory Hall to himself.

Luke was visiting the Celestial Realm and spending time with Michael, and Solomon said he had things to take care of in the human world. It promised to be a lazy evening - there was no sense cooking an elaborate meal just for himself.

He suddenly recalled that you mentioned to him earlier you were going to be home alone too. Most of the demon brothers were attending a party at The Fall and you didn’t want to go.

It was the perfect chance to invite you over for an impromptu movie night, and he walked to the House of Lamentation to pick you up. Simeon rarely had the opportunity to spend time with you alone, and he didn’t want to waste a moment.

You spent a quiet evening eating snacks and cuddling together on the sofa. When you shivered from the evening chill, Simeon covered both your laps with a warm blanket. He tucked you against his side and draped his arm over your shoulder. He thought you might pull away from him, but you curled into his embrace even more.

You fell asleep halfway through the film. Simeon turned the volume down so you wouldn’t be disturbed, and he was careful not to wake you. He enjoyed the weight of your body pressed against his and wanted to savour the feeling as long as he could. He leaned close so that he could smell the scent of your shampoo when he buried his nose in your hair and brushed his lips across your temple.

You woke up long after the movie ended, and you were too groggy to notice Simeon had maneuvered you into his lap. He had both his arms tucked around you and he was stroking your back gently. You yawned warm puffs of air against his neck, and he nearly shivered as the slightest twinge of pleasure shot through him.

He told you that he already made your excuses to Lucifer and that you could spend the night at Purgatory Hall. It was far too late for you to walk home now. It was his own little secret that he looked forward to seeing your sleep-mussed hair and warm, syrupy smile in the morning.

You mumbled that you could sleep on the couch, but he was already pushing himself up and lifting you in his arms. He carried you to his room and laid you down on the bed. He shushed your feeble protests as he helped tuck you into the sheets and explained he would sleep in Luke’s room. He leaned forward and wished you goodnight, daring to brush his lips lightly against your brow.

Your eyes slipped closed and you murmured something under your breath before you started snoring softly in your sleep. He stood by the bed and watched moonlight and shadow dance across your skin. His hands clenched into fists and relaxed again, over and over, while he resisted the urge to palm his half-hard cock through his pants.

It was nearly half an hour later when he finally dragged himself from your side and went to sleep in one of the empty rooms. He dreamt of pouty lips and warm, naked skin against his own.

When Simeon woke up, he was surprised to see you making tea in the kitchen; you wore a different shirt and pants than last night. Your cheeks darkened slightly when you explained you packed some overnight things in your bag just in case.

He helped make a light breakfast and basked in your company until you got ready to go back to the House of Lamentation. You hesitated at the door like you wanted to say something, but you shook your head and promised him that you had a wonderful night.

Simeon didn’t know what to do with himself after you left. He was hoping that you could stay longer, but he knew he couldn’t be greedy with your company no matter how much he wanted to. The demon brothers would never allow it, and even during breakfast you were getting messages on your D.D.D. from them asking when you would be home.

Simeon hated the thought of sharing you. When would he have another opportunity like last night to indulge in your company? Why was it only in his dreams that he could finally have you all to himself?

He walked back to his room and decided he would tidy up. You made his bed - not perfectly - but he smiled at your effort anyway. He leaned across the mattress and brushed out some wayward wrinkles in the duvet, but a sudden thought occurred to him and he drew back the covers. He smoothed his hands across the mattress and pretended he could still feel your body heat beneath his fingers. When he pressed his nose to the sheet, he caught faint traces of your natural scent that lingered behind.

His cock strained against the zipper of his slacks and he bit his lip. What was the harm?

He was unbuckling his belt and when his foot caught on something. There was a lump of fabric on the floor, and he recognized the shirt you wore last night. You must’ve forgotten to put it in your bag before you left. He picked it up and wondered whether he should wash it for you when he realized something else was tucked inside. It fell to the floor and landed at his feet with a soft plop.

It was like a punch in the gut when he realized what it was. 

Underwear. Your underwear. You must’ve changed and rolled them into your shirt to take home later, but you forgot them both.

He licked his lips as he picked up the delicate garment with trembling hands. He rubbed the fabric between his fingertips and noticed how soft they felt. The colour was a bit faded and the waistband was worn, as if this was one of your favourite pairs. They were completely ordinary, but they were yours.

Simeon brought them closer so that his nose brushed against the fabric. It was impulsive, and his cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame at his depravity. He tried to remind himself that what he was doing was wrong - but then he took a deep breath and inhaled your scent into his lungs. 

Oh, fuck.

He groaned and laid down on his bed, shimmying his pants low enough on his hips so he could free his aching cock. The tip was already dribbling with his arousal, and he used his thumb to smooth the thick fluid along his shaft as he started pumping his cock with fast, rough strokes. Your underwear were clenched in his other hand. He brought them to his nose again so he could breathe in as much of your deliciously sweet scent as possible.

Fuck, look what you do to me—

The mattress springs started to creak as he thrust his hips in time with each desperate tug of his cock. He didn’t even notice - he moaned his pleasure, moaned your name, and let his dark desires take over.

He imagined kissing you senseless on the sofa last night when you woke up, sliding his hands underneath your shirt and feeling you shiver as he stroked your skin. He thought about slipping your pants down your hips and flicking the waistband of your underwear teasingly, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck until you keened and begged him to touch you. He would slide them down the velvety soft skin of your thighs until you were completely bare to him, and he’d finally lower his head and taste you–

Simeon licked a stripe along the crotch of your underwear before he sucked the fabric between his lips. Have you ever worn these and thought of him? Have you ever stained these with the slick evidence of your arousal? Were you aroused last night, just by being close to him?

So sweet, so fucking sweet, I need more, I need—

He thought about your quick glances you thought he didn’t notice and the way you hesitated to say goodbye. He wondered if you woke up in the middle of the night and rolled around in the sheets that smelled like him. Did you think about touching yourself in his bed? Did you think about what he would do to you if he caught you?

He was nearly delirious with lust and he fucked his fist, fueled by his desperate thoughts of you. The wet sounds of his hand moving up and down his cock were buried underneath the pleasured noises pouring freely from his mouth. His eyes clenched shut when he felt his body burn with the pleasure that crashed over him.

—fuck, fuck, fuck, please. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna—

The cotton in his mouth muffled the roar that ripped from his throat, and he pumped his cock as thick ropes of cum shot up his belly and dribbled over his fingers. He didn’t stop until he whimpered from the sensitivity and he grew soft in his hand. He unhinged his jaw and your underwear slipped from between his teeth and fell limply onto the pillow beside him.

He was sweating underneath his shirt and his throat was dry, but he laid in bed and let his mind wander to thoughts of you until his heart stopped racing. 

His D.D.D. started vibrating on the mattress next to him and he jolted in surprise. It must’ve slipped from his pocket when he laid down. He picked it up - with his clean hand - and his breath hitched when he saw your name on the screen.

You: I think I left something in your room earlier, can I come by later tonight to pick it up?

Typing a response was enough of a challenge for him, and trying to type one-handed with trembling fingers was another matter entirely. It took him longer than usual to manage a coherent response.

He tossed his phone to the side and tried to think. If you're coming back later, he'll make sure you find your clothes exactly as you left them. Any lingering traces of his spit should be dry by then, and he’ll flatten out the remaining indents of his teeth.

This will be another little secret of his, kept guarded within his heart where all his sinful thoughts of you are buried.

But just the thought of seeing you again made his cock twitch with renewed interest. He only hesitated for a moment before he reached for your underwear.

He had until tonight to enjoy them, after all.

[janumun]

NSFW Alphabet (Obey Me Simeon)

Rated: NSFW/18+ (please proceed at your own discretion)

Author’s Notes: Juno, hi! Never any shame in simping for the goodest angel placed among us. Thank you for asking for him and for being so patient! I’ve picked five NSFW alphabets here for Simeon, I hope you will see this and enjoy @living-in-the-state-of-dreaming 🙇🏽‍♀️♡

Also tagging @reallyfuckedupsmalldragon as requested!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once the two of you have finished and have had the time to catch your breath, Simeon skims a line of gentle kisses along your jaw, your neck. Bodies entwined and close as he holds you in his embrace. Before he lets go at last, to get you a soft, clean towel, prepared well beforehand. Tracing it down the length of your body with care and affection so delicate, you almost croon in joy. If you insist on cleaning him up in turn, he seats himself, obedient. Back to you as you wipe down the curve of his beautiful body. Sessions like these often turning to laughter and kisses exchanged, sweeping soft cloth at each other until you’re both tangled into the sheets and feeling each other in an airy, sweet exchange of kisses.

Simeon also often keeps a pot of a certain, soothing blend of tea ready for your post coital needs. A recipe of the heavens, he claims, it is known for its comforting flavor and properties. Creamy on the tongue and a dash of fresh herbs, with a hint of bitter, but that you suspect is due to your Simeon’s own touch of expertise in the kitchen. You find it truly does help, however, when he utters a short incantation to warm up two cups of tea and settles himself against you for your moment of peace.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)/ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Simeon hasn’t really shared any meaningful romantic relationships over his years, despite several centuries spent at Michael’s side. There's never been quite one he connected with, to such a spiritually deep degree, as he has with you. Most of his time spent on dealing with affairs within the Heavens and ensuring a smooth process for his fellows, countless centuries spent only for the betterment and happiness of his people.

Simeon is the kind to fall in love with a person’s soul, and yours is the one he found true comfort in after all this time. Before you, there wasn’t exactly a need to be with someone. He does not harbor any regrets from his time in the Heavens, time spent on his own. But with you, it does feel as if there’s part of him you complete with your own, when the two of you are together and one. And he wants to exhibit those feelings for you, with his entire being.

As such, he’s never really felt the need to relieve himself sexually, never felt the desire to perform acts that would not only bring one pleasure but leave one with child, if so desired. But with you...

You almost have to wonder if all angels are so... incredibly gifted in their abundance of semen, or if it’s just your Simeon who’s so incredibly wonderful, he leaves you pleasantly aching and so very full each time, you feel his release leaking from you, against your thighs and onto the sheets beneath with the slow withdrawal of him from your depths. So much of it, it leaves you flushed each time you feel the audible slosh of him inside and released from you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)/P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc)

Simeon is an incredibly passionate and adoring lover; none before have treated or handled you with as much care and devotion as Simeon puts into your love-making. And that’s exactly what he does; makes love to you, in the rawest, truest sense of the word.

Each garment he relieves you of, followed by a gentle flitter of kisses across the exposed patch of skin. Murmuring praise and love onto your flesh until you’re positively alight with happiness and pleasure. A flurry of kisses; mouths meeting and parting in soft, hushed laughter and private whispers. Hands cradled and entwined through the other’s, bodies pressed against each other, as he moves within you, slow and deep. So very weaved into each other, you feel every part of him, as if he sears his own brand of love against you with each roll of his hips.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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[fridayth13]

Hi! Can I request one of my favorite tropes: getting caught in the rain with Simeon and Diavolo?

—when you get caught in the rain

↳ diavolo and simeon × gn!reader (separately)

↳ genre: fluff | wordcount: 400+ | warnings: physical touch, playing in the rain (simeon)

↳ notes: sorry this took so long hdshkfdjdfhj but hi, thank you for the rq ^^ it was really fun once i actually got around to it hgdgjgdhhdh

—diavolo: he gives you his jacket

"....oh dear."

he only wanted to walk you home :(

diavolo had worked tirelessly for the past week to get all his paperwork done so he could see you

this just happened to be the lucky day he finished early and found you before you left rad

well. it was lucky

and he supposed it still was.. besides the rain

really, he didn't mind so long as he got to be in your company.. but he wasn't entirely sure if you felt the same

you seemed to notice the disappointment on his face

"hey, it's alright. let's go find a cafe to take cover in for now. how about it?"

it was amazing how you could do that so easily, he couldn't help but think. you just seemed to take bad situations and make them better wherever you went

the smile that appeared on his face as he looked at you comes easily

diavolo chuckled to himself, quickly shrugging off his jacket as the rain started to grow a little heavier

he placed the jacket around you, pulling the collar over your head to cover you

his large hand finds the small of your back as he briskly walks you towards town

"that would be delightful, mc."

and now you have a happy diavolo <3

—simeon : he asks you to dance

well, simeon can't say he expected this, but he isn't too bothered

"rain certainly has its own timing, doesn't it?"

you and simeon found yourself stranded under a bus stop on the way to the library for a study session

thankfully, you didn't seem too perturbed about the situation either

"i used to want to play in the rain as a kid"

simeon smiled. "oh?"

"yeah.. i mean, who doesn't? seems like it'd be fun."

simeon hummed in agreement. then you watched as his expression lit up. the angel only laughs when you raise an eyebrow at his demeanor

"aha.. don't worry, don't worry. i just had an idea, is all."

"oh. what is it?"

"depends. do you still want to go out dancing in the rain?"

most angelic blessings don't really work on himself, but simeon was happy to give you a temporary shielding halo to act as a mini-umbrella

though simeon didn't quite enjoy his clothes sticking to his skin with the rainwater, he found that the excitement in your eyes was more than worth it

especially as he took your hand in his and pulled you into a twirl

why, he was so enamored with you, he couldn't bear to hide his delight when you decided to twirl him back right after

dividers from @clutteredfun

[snowcandyz]

OM!Mammon, Solomon and Simeon Comforting MC from Panic Attack

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

TW: Panic attack and its associated symptoms. Let me know if I should add any tags. And please be noted that everyone experiences anxiety differently. The following events are based on my past experiences.

Mammon silently observed you beside him as you two were walking home together.

You uttered no words about what happened at the lab earlier, only looking straight ahead on the path back home with a slight smile on your lips.

Mammon gritted his teeth in annoyance, "Are ya seriously gonna let it slide like that? He was too harsh on ya!"

"Well, it's my fault anyway. He's only doing his job as our lecturer."

"But that ain't fair! How come Belphie made the same mistake, but he didn't get scolded like that in front of everybody?! He's taking it too far!"

"Calm down, Mammon. I said I'm fine."

This time, Mammon had no choice but to obey your order. Not because of the pact you two shared but because your facial expression suddenly changed.

Mammon didn't know what to decipher from that expression. Was it anger? Or sadness? Or just plain annoyance?

The walk back home was filled with uncomfortable silence.

Maybe not so much for you since you're suddenly back to your usual cheery self.

But the second-born couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong indeed. Although, Mammon did respect your choice and decided to let it go. His priority right now is to make sure you're okay.

But you're doing just... fine...? Mammon thought you'd be more dejected since he knew how much preparation you've done for the project, only for it to be disapproved by the lecturer because he didn't like your working methods.

Mammon watched you stay up all night for a week just to make sure this project is a success, so it's understandable if you're feeling down from the harsh critiques just now.

But you seemed okay...?

You were laughing just fine with his brothers during dinner just now. And you're well enough to cause trouble with Lucifer right after.

Huh... Maybe you really are doing just fine.

Or so he thought until he caught you sobbing in the middle of the night.

It's a good call that he offered—more like pleaded, actually—to stay with you tonight because if not, he wouldn't have witnessed this.

Turns out, you've been masking yourself from the start, only revealing your true emotions when you're alone.

Mammon lied still, not wanting to scare you if you knew he was awake. His heart clenched tightly as if it could bleed the longer he heard your cries.

And you still had the conscience to cover it, in fear that your sobs may wake him up. Well, not that he's really asleep though.

Mammon quietly glanced at your side, and he could see how your body trembled. You've curled yourself into a ball and tightly clutched the blanket in your fist.

Enough is enough, he thought.

Mammon shifted closer to you, purposely making loud noises to show you that he was awake.

Fortunately, you didn't push him away this time.

He embraced you gently, hands secured in their rightful place as he planted your face on his chest.

If it's one thing he learned about you, it is that you hate it when someone sees you cry. That's the sole explanation Mammon could conclude when you didn't reveal your true feelings to him earlier during the walk back home.

Your cries instantly became uncontrollable the moment you realised that Mammon was here for you, and his heart squeezed once again. It hurt to see you like this, but he knew it hurt you more.

You've been on edge every day because of this project, and receiving such words only did you more harm than good.

At this rate, he could only imagine what was happening inside your head, and truthfully, he blamed himself a little for not being observant enough to know that you were never fine.

The more Mammon thought about it, the more furious he got.

But the anger dissipated when he realised you were still trembling heavily inside his arms.

Mammon pulled away slowly and cupped your wet cheeks, "MC, look at me and breathe."

The pained look on your face worried him more, "It's okay. I'm right here with ya. Deep breathe... hold it in and let it out. Deep breathe... hold it... let it go."

Mammon's soothing voice guided you until he was satisfied with your condition. He then wiped your tears gently before pulling you back into his arm.

You were still crying, but your breathing was more controlled this time. Mammon took this chance to assure you everything will be okay, and your project will succeed despite what the lecturer said.

"You still have another week to send the improvised version, yeah?"

"But what if-"

"No, you'll be fine. You'll do just great because no one's idea was as creative as yours. And if he thinks the other way, then he can shove a stick right up his ass!"

Mammon earned some small laughs from you. Hands still softly rubbing small circles on your back, he continued, "I ain't jokin'. You saw how Lucifer didn't say anythin' about what happened in class? And how annoyed Satan looked after that lecturer said such things to you? Ya ain't in the wrong, MC."

You decided to let his words sink in and embrace the comfort Mammon offered to you.

"I know ya did your best. And that's all that matters. You're important to me, and I want you to know that you can always come to me anytime you want. I'm here for ya," he said before pulling you even closer.

"Good job today, treasure. Ya deserve a good night's sleep. Don't worry, the Great Mammon's gonna be here for ya all the way."

Solomon silently observed you from afar as you quietly finished your experiment.

The whole class was busy with their own work, not paying any attention to your direction.

Was it a good thing? He's not sure. But he thought it's definitely fortunate that no one paid attention to you when the instructor gave you harsh critiques just now.

But having no one paying attention means that no one stood up for you too.

Solomon clicked his tongue in annoyance. Why didn't your team members defend you? And why were you the only one that has to take the blame? Everyone should share the same burden!

As soon as everyone finished their experiments and cleaned up before leaving the lab, he glanced at you again.

Solomon could see your shoulders trembling as you quickly wiped away your tears, fearing that anyone could catch your action.

And as if the whole world came tumbling down to hit him, Solomon froze.

What was he doing, not defending you when he could have? Sure, he's not one of your teammates, but he's there too, for Diavolo's sake! He could've stepped up and said something!

"Alright, that's all for today's lab. You're all free to leave." At the instructor's words, everyone began leaving the lab, chattering with each other happily and totally oblivious about your worsening state.

"MC–" He turned around to look for you, but you were already on your way to leave, accidentally slapping your shoulder with his body.

"Sorry." The reply was curt and sharp, something he'd never expect from you. But your feet never stopped, and you fastened your pace away from him, away from everybody else.

Solomon instantly knew something was very wrong. He then quickly followed you.

You led him to a place distant from the main building of RAD. And there weren't any students nearby even though it was lunch hour and students were free to roam around the school compound.

There, he saw you, hugging your knees with your back against the wall. Your expression was blank, but your red eyes gave away your current state.

When you saw Solomon approaching, you held up a hand, wanting him to give you some space.

So he chose to sit down not too far beside you, respecting your choice of wanting to be alone. He didn't speak or make any noise, just patiently waiting for you to give him some signals—any signs—to indicate that you're ready to talk it out.

"...Why are you here?" you finally spoke.

"I want to make sure that you're okay."

Solomon was met with another long silence after that. Then, he heard muffled cries coming from your way.

You must've tried your best to hold it in; deep down, Solomon felt terrible.

If he wasn't there, you would've cried comfortably, but he knew it wasn't wise to have you be alone in this state.

And so, he stayed there, offering whatever silent comfort he could offer.

Feeling a slight tug on his sleeve a few minutes after, Solomon looked over at you before extending his arms to wrap themselves around your body. His warmth engulfed you from whatever hideous thoughts lingering inside your mind. You needed this hug, and Solomon knew it too.

You two shared the hug in comfortable silence, Solomon not saying a word though his hands never stopped drawing small circles on your back.

"Sorry for burdening you," you said.

"You're never a burden, MC. I would be more than happy to be here with you."

Your grip on his shirt tightened, "...And sorry for acting harshly towards you earlier."

"It's okay, love." Solomon smiled a little before kissing your forehead gently. "Just let me know what I can do to help make you feel better," he said.

Solomon's gentle touches on your body have already helped a lot. But the thought of him wanting to help you overcome this tough phase touched your soul even deeper.

You accepted his kindness instead of pushing him away like you did a few minutes ago. He deserved to be here, with you. You deserve his compassion.

And so, you drilled it inside your mind, trying your best to shoo away those ugly thoughts.

"I'm sorry too, MC," Solomon added, "Sorry for not sticking up for you. You don't deserve that kind of treatment."

"That's okay. It's my fault anyway."

"MC, don't try to take all the blame on yourself. This isn't your fault entirely, and it's okay to make mistakes sometimes. You're no less relevant than other people, I assure you. You've done your best, and that's what truly matters. And one mistake doesn't make you a total failure forever."

Solomon cupped your cheeks warmly before staring deep into your eyes. His eyes spoke warmly to you, and so were his touches. Everything about him spells worry and comfort for you, and you're one step closer to crying again. But not because of anxiety this time.

"I want you to know that I care about you so much. So don't ever push me away. Let me be here to comfort you when you're down. And let me be here to witness you rise back again. I want to be by your side, even if the whole world is against us. So rest assured that you can talk to me about anything. I'll always be here, waiting for you patiently." Solomon took your hand before placing a soft kiss on top of it.

This sorcerer may have inserted a double meaning in those lines he spoke to you, but none of it was a lie. If you're his destiny, he'll do absolutely anything and everything to make sure he's the one by your side until the end, truly supporting you in your journey called 'life'.

You had an awful day today, and you've talked it out with your friends; Simeon included.

Considering you're supposed to stay the night at the Purgatory Hall today, Simeon understands if you decide to cancel the plan and want some time alone.

But that's not the case because you still wanted to have the sleepover at his. You only requested some time alone after school.

The plan was supposed to be you, taking your time off in your own room while the Purgatory Hall members prepared what needed to be done before you arrived for dinner.

But the plan was cut short when you suddenly decided to come over during the evening.

"Sim!" Your voice awfully cheerful at the other side of the line, "Can I come over right now?"

"Now? I thought you said you wanted some time alone. And dinner's not ready yet."

"Well, Asmo took me to a relaxing spa session just now, so I'm already feeling better. It's okay, I can wait for dinner. I just feel like seeing you right now..."

Simeon silently heaved out a sigh of relief at your words. He agreed to let you come over right now and fetch you from the House of Lamentation.

And true, you're already smiling and doing so much better. Simeon only had the demon brothers to thank for. Although, there was a tiny pang of jealousy in him when you decided to seek them instead of him, your lover.

But Simeon knew better than to be jealous right now because he knew how much the brothers meant to you, and they're also your very first friends in Devildom.

Though, that didn't stop him from worrying about you. So Simeon suggested you take a nap and rest while he cooked dinner.

And truthfully, you did have to rest. After such an emotionally and physically exhausting day, a good nap is much needed.

You took up his offer to rest in his room, giving him a peck on his cheek and showing how much you appreciate his effort in taking care of you.

Seeing how easily you went to sleep, Simeon left the room, equally satisfied and relieved to witness that you were resting well. He continued to prepare for dinner while occasionally helping Luke bake your favourite cookies together. (Solomon and Raphael also helped by not disturbing the two and cleaning the hall instead).

And now that dinner's ready, Simeon decided it was time to wake you up from your nap. You were sleeping soundly and truthfully; it broke his heart to even wake you up. But you need to eat, that's a fact.

So he gently sat down beside you and swiped your bangs away from your forehead before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Wake up, starlight. It's dinner time."

It took you only a few seconds to respond by squinting your eyes open, slowly giving him a smile as he guided you to sit up from the bed. His hand rubbed small comforting circles behind your back, "Did you have a good nap?"

"Mmhmm," you nodded.

"Come, everyone's waiting for us."

You were greeted by the sight of your favourite food and cookies in the dining room. Luke smiled widely when he gave you the cookies he made while Simeon and Raphael helped set the table. The environment was very welcoming and comfortable. You thanked everyone for their effort to cheer you up.

But Diavolo knows what or why; when you sat beside Simeon so you could finally eat, a tear slipped down your cheek.

"MC?!" Luke and Solomon were surprised to see you cry.

Heck, even you didn't realise that you were crying.

And once you realise that you actually were, the tears can no longer be stopped. It kept flowing swiftly down to your cheeks. You've tried your best to stop it—to stop ruining the cheerful mode they've helped set up—and to stop being so pathetic.

What's wrong? You've talked it out, acknowledged that you're overwhelmed, unwound and calmed down; you even took a good nap! So why are you still upset?! Why are you still–

Simeon's arms immediately snaked around your body, hiding your face to his chest so you could cry comfortably.

Your sobs then became uncontrollable, and you gripped his shirt tightly.

Seeing your reaction, Simeon gently lifted you up from your seat before saying, "Sorry everyone, you can start the dinner without us. We'll join you later." He smiled a bit, especially to Luke, so the little one didn't worry too much. Simeon then exchanged a few glances with Solomon and Raphael before nodding slightly, making sure they understood the situation you were in—and what they need to do to help keep the situation calm.

He then brought you back to his room, where he gently placed you on his bed and continued comforting you.

"I'm sorry for ruining the dinner," you managed to say in between your sobs.

"You're not ruining anything, starlight. It's not your fault." A gentle kiss to the crown of your head before Simeon hugged you again.

"I–I don't know why I'm like this. I–I... I thought I–"

"MC, it's okay to feel this way. Everything that happened is too much for your emotions to handle, and I understand that. Your feelings are valid."

"But I've talked it out!"

"Yes, and you're still allowed to feel sad about it. It doesn't mean that you have to be strong and never falter after you talk it out." Simeon pulled away for a while to wipe your tears with his thumb, "It's okay, MC. I'll always be here for you."

You could do nothing other than crying your heart out. It hurts. It truly hurts.

And Simeon was there with you—true to his words—throughout the painful phase, reassuring you and making sure you were okay.

You wanted to apologise for burdening him, but his words earlier made you realise how these thoughts you have weren't true at all.

Simeon's still here. The brothers are still with you. Luke even baked your favourite cookies to cheer you up. They all still care for you. You're not burdening anyone—you never were a burden. And most importantly–

You are loved and cherished.

I would like to thank my friends/mutuals who have been there for me during my emotional breakdown phases. My last semester hasn't been exactly kind to me; it's the harshest and most challenging semester (and it'll probably be even more difficult in the future). Thank you so much for checking up on me, reminding me to take breaks, and reassuring me when I'm at my lowest.

I don't want to play favourite and name them because every one of my mutuals is always checking up on me from time to time, so thank you so much. I appreciate you all <3 Hope you all won't be sick reading my rants again in a few months XD

Oh! And special thanks to Noelle @amistytown for helping me figure out the right term to be used in this HC <3 Mwah to you, Noelle >///<

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[venusimi]

Star-crossed lovers

Star-crossed : Two lovers whose love is doomed to fail or end in tragedy.

Simeon x GN!MC

MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, Angst, angst with a sad ending, tragedy

'Star-crossed', or often referred to as 'star-crossed lovers' are relationships that end in a tragedy. Those lovers don't have a happy ending, the stars are against them. Hence the name.

It never occurred to you that the pain of experiencing such fate was unbearable.

Your chest tightens and your breathing would turn ragged.

Empty sobs would escape your lips each time such thoughts come in. Hurt would overwhelm you, and he'd have to hold you again.

Right now, you are seated beside him.

Simeon.

An angel.

Someone created to be pure.

You couldn't taint such beauty, he was far too pure for your sinful hand.

His eyes gently scanning the night sky of Devildom.

You look at him softly, you take in all his features. From how his lashes are long and majestic—something anyone could envy—to how his lips are curled slightly upwards.

You look at his hands.

Long, slender, and soft looking.

You want to touch it. You want to feel him, does he want to feel you too?

"MC?" He calls your name with such grace it felt unbelievable at first. Your heart leaps and it's suddenly harder to breathe.

"Simeon? What's wrong?"

"You've been staring."

He speaks without harm, he is truly an angel.

His smile never wavers.

His eyes are fiercely locked onto yours, his beautiful green eyes that spoke millions of words you wish you could decipher right here, right now.

"Have I? You're simply beautiful." You reply to him.

Quick and to the point, you think to yourself. If you could read his thoughts, what would he be thinking of?

If you could feel what he feels, would you feel love?

His eyes lit up, "You flatter me MC."

You take note that his smile is contagious, gentle and fun. His eyes are squeezed shut but his face is beautiful.

"I'm telling the truth."

Simeon looks at you with a sad smile, "I know... You're very bold today, MC. Indulge my curiosity?"

He stares at you.

He doesn't look away from you either, you wonder why but maybe deep down you already knew. You just couldn't bring yourself to face it in fear of losing him.

"I guess I am just bold today. I had a feeling that if I don't say anything now, I won't say anything again." You turn away from him, shy of your feelings or is it that if you look at him and you see that sad expression on his face, you'd break?

The moonlit starry night sky stared down upon you both.

"...The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Simeon speaks in whispers.

Your mouth goes dry.

You feel so hurt.

So sad.

Yes, it is, you think to yourself.

He knows what you feel.

He knows what you think.

"...But the sunset is beautiful too, isn't it?"

You see tears fall from Simeon's face from your peripheral vision, but he isn't looking at you.

You don't acknowledge the tears, similar to how he doesn't acknowledge the waviness of your voice, nor the hot tears that had stained your face.

He was silent for a minute.

Then more time passes.

"...Yes," He says hesitantly, he doesn't want to say it but he knows he has to.

"...it's very beautiful." He cries.

You two ignore each other's muffled and held back cries, not once looking at each other again.

Time and time again.

You two would meet up, hang out like friends.

And let the unspoken words speak for themselves. Let the lingering touches, the long stares and the occasional flattery overwhelm your trembling hearts.

How great it would feel to let the touches stay.

To allow yourselves a moment to say what you truly want without hiding it in riddles.

It was both a curse and a blessing to love. Ironically.

How cruel fate had to be for you. For both of you.

What had you done to deserve such fate? Had your ancestor, Lilith, passed down the curse to love but never fulfill said wish unless you sacrifice something?

Is that how it worked? Did you need to sacrifice your own life?

Simeon wouldn't want that... You wouldn't want that.

What's the point of sacrificing yourself if you couldn't hold the person you had wished to hold?

Love truly isn't so fun.

"Simeon! Simeon..."

You cried.

Simeon looks at you with his pure white wings stained with a bright shade of red.

You speak no words other than his name.

And he looks at you.

"My little lamb... My angel, mc..." Simeon whispers to you with his usual bright smile but this time, it hurts so much.

He had taken a spear meant for you.

"My guardian angel, my dove. Please... Simeon, stay awake. Don't go!" You cried.

"...My little lamb, I've done my duty. I've protected you."

You continue to cry as he bleeds onto you skin, onto your clothes.

You couldn't find the right words.

So you only reply with 5 simple words.

Just mere words to help him rest easy, no matter how painful it is.

"...Yes, the moon is beautiful." You whisper into a sob.

His eyes widened, "...I'm happy. I love you, my little lamb."

You cry more.

You hold onto him, "I love you even more, my dove."

You feel his body go limp.

Agonized cries echoed throughout Devildom, with little energy left...

You did what you had to do.

The only one who can help you.

Lord Diavolo.

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mc: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.

Solomon:*glares at Simeon*

Simeon: Well, sorry I have morals!

[angelsdemonsandhumans]

Mc: Okay, whoever sits in this chair is gonna marry me!

All the brothers; ... *start fighting*

Mammon: THAT CHAIR IS MINE!!

Leviathan: NO WAY I'M GONNA LET YOU TOUCH IT!!

Asmodeus: *making his way to sit*

Lucifer: *grab the chair and makes him fall on the ground*

Mc: ...

Luke: haha look how hard are they fighting!

Mc: yeah- *the chair fall right back in front of them* ...oh-

The brothers doesn't get aware and keep fighting over the nothing:

Mc: ...

Diavolo: ..welp *jumps sit on the- fall down on the ground*

Barbatos: *silent gasp*

Simeon: *sit and cross his legs, with a tender smile* I apologize

Diavolo: ...

Barbatos: ...

The brothers: ...

Luke: ...

Mc: ...well I am not sad of the outcome!

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Ignoring Them

Lucifer

"How childish. They'll have forgotten by the end of the day."

By the end of the day, however, Lucifer has reached his fucking limit. But his pride will not only prevent him from begging you to knock it off-- it will prevent him from even acknowledging in your presence that he is remotely bothered.

He probably goes to vent to Diavolo -- that is to say, visit him for tea and offhandedly comment about your immaturity for pulling such a stunt, knowing that he'll just contact you and beg for him.

Mammon

"Oh no you don't! MC! MC! MC! MC! MC! Hey! MC! MC! Hey! MC!"

He will follow you wherever you go. At first he thinks he's hilarious, being an absolute pain in the ass, but the longer it goes on, the more dejected he gets. His energy level tanks and soon he's just lying on top of the nearest piece of furniture and whining for you to stop it.

If you manage to get him off of you long enough to escape him, he will just text you.

Mammon: MC Mammon: MC Mammon: Hey MC Mammon: Hey Mammon: MC

If you block him, he will just text someone else until that person becomes so annoyed that THEY beg you to stop.

When you finally give in, he pretends like he didn't even care that much. It was just a little joke between pals, right? Haha!

Leviathan

"So this is how easy it is for you to just toss me aside like a piece of garbage."

Levi will take this extremely personally. Depending on why you're ignoring him, he might blame himself and enter a spiral of self-hate. He'll hole up in his room, refusing to leave until you finally come in and either apologize or forgive him, whichever is appropriate.

He'll spend a few moody minutes acting like it's too late for that, but soon he'll be on the verge of tears, making you to swear on a copy of The Tale of the Seven Lords that you will never pull that kind of thing again.

Satan

"Really? Is this what it's come to? You understand how pathetic this makes you look, don't you?"

Like Lucifer, he won't be too bothered at first, assuming you'll get over things relatively soon. But if nothing has changed within an hour or two, he'll start to get testy. He'll send a text, sit in the same room as you and stare a hole through your head, and if you're still ignoring him after a while of that, he'll storm up to his room.

Depending on how emotionally charged the incident was that led to you ignoring him, he will be more or less capable of fending off an explosion of temper. Most likely, any acknowledgement you toss his way will ease the tension, so it might be a good idea to just shoot him a text asking him not to destroy the house, please.

Asmodeus

"But it's impossible to ignore me! You can't look away from a face like mine! See?"

I don't think you can ignore Asmo. Being the literal Avatar of Lust with powers to charm and an intense need to be admired and adored, he simply exudes an aura that demands attention. You should probably come up with a different strategy of attack.

Beelzebub

"...Are you mad at me?"

Why would you do that to him? How could you be so cruel?

If you did do it, it would probably confuse and sadden him. Confusion and sorrow both make him feel hungry, so he will go ahead and start eating his feelings within an hour of the silent treatment. Even if you're content to allow this to continue, the other six demons in the house aren't, and you will ultimately have no choice but to make up with Beel.

Belphegor

belphie.exe has stopped responding

Considering you'd already forgiven him for the whole murder thing, he can't comprehend how you've become so mad at him that you'd go so far as to give him the cold shoulder. He won't know how to respond at first, but he will quickly become an angry, sulky ball curled up under the blankets on his bed. If it takes more than a few hours for you to come crawling back to him, things will start to change. Belphie will return to the common areas of the house, acting mostly the same as usual, and he will not spare you a second glance. Even if you stop ignoring him, well, two can play this game, and Belphie is absolutely petty enough to drag this one out.

After a day or two of you trying to talk to him, he'll relent. He'll feel kind of guilty, having worked through most of his anger while ignoring you. He'll probably text you a lot for the next day or two, just to ease some of his anxieties.

Diavolo

"I don't understand."

You can't do that. That's illegal. Next character.

Barbatos

"Hehe. What a troublemaker."

Barbatos likes it when you ignore him sometimes.

Barbatos will not change his behavior at all, ever. You could spend the rest of your life ignoring him, and he would simply accept it as one of those unfortunate circumstances life sometimes throws his way. He would prefer it if things didn't go down that way, though. Basically, he'll let you come to him whenever you've gotten over whatever it is you're upset about. What a king.

Solomon

"Hmm? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Solomon will act pretty much the same as usual around you too. He'll point out that you're ignoring him to whoever else happens to be around and bemoan the situation, but he won't actively appeal to you. Instead, he'll orchestrate a scenario that traps you in a situation where he is the only person you can go to for help. As soon as you do that, he'll act as if nothing ever happened. If you resume the silent treatment, well, he can always come up with another scenario.

Are you still sure it's a good idea?

Simeon

"I didn't realize you were so upset. I'm sorry (that/if) I hurt you."

Simeon will either immediately understand why you are doing this, in which case he will apologize (using "that") or he will have absolutely no idea what's going on, and he'll still apologize (using "if") to be on the safe side.

If you don't show any signs of breaking, he'll enlist Luke's help to make you an apology dessert of some sort. And how can you stay mad at him when he's offering you angel food cake with such a sad expression?

Luke

😧😠😣🥺😢

Wh- Whaaa...?! How dare you ignore him! That's so mean! It must be all the demonic influences rubbing off on you! Stop it! Stop it or he's going to tell Simeon!

And then he'll go and tell Simeon. Simeon will probably tell him to just wait until you've calmed down. If he thinks you're being unreasonable, though, he'll probably have a talk with you himself. Really? Pulling the silent treatment on an actual child? Sure, he's a millennium old, but he's still a child.

[leviathans-watching]

omg i love your work!! if posisble, can you do a part 2 to touching their wings and stuff with the dateables or maybe other characters? thank you and take care :D

touching their tails/horns/etc. pt 2

includes: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, mephisto, raphael x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: i took a lot of creative liberties with this one, either because their forms haven't been revealed or just because i wanted to so just assume most of this is not canon at all lol

please reblog and like <33

➳ diavolo laughs as you poke at the gilded ends of his wings, taking in the intricate design. “it’s real gold,” he says before you can ask, gesturing to the tips of his horns, “as are these. it’s a birth present to children of our family, laced with magic that let’s it grow and change along with is. it’s a symbol of our wealth, our status.” you reach up to touch his horns, and he leans into your touch, happy to let you explore as you wish. “sometimes i think they’re a bit much, and then i remember who i am,” he continues, and you chuckle, making him laugh again too.

➳ barbatos’ tail twitches as you run your hand along it, obviously surprised by the texture. “that feels good,” he says mildly, and you give him a grin, twisting the end of each forked part between your fingers gently. if it keeps you occupied he’s happy to let you play with his tail for as long as you want. only because of that, obviously. not because he can’t remember the last time, if ever, someone’s touched him like this. or because your touch is soothing something inside of him he hadn’t known needed soothed.

➳ mephisto bows his head for you, letting you feel over the nubs where his horns should have been. “they never grew in quite properly,” he explains, sighing as you scratch gently at his scalp around them, “which is why i don’t often reveal my demon form. it’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it? of course, my parents offered to have false horns inset, and lord diavolo knows we had the money for it, but, well, that just sounded like a bother.” you press your fingers to hs head, eyes steady, and he’s glad to see you’re not thinking of him any differently.

➳ raphael unfurls his wings, and you catch your breath. he’s often been told that his wings are beautiful, richly colored like a peacock’s, and your reaction goes on to support that opinion. “you can touch, if you’d like,” he offers, and you don’t hesitate, burying your fingers in the downy feathers near where they connect to his back. his head falls back, and a quiet peace goes over the two of you as you stroke your way from base to wing tip, then back, soothing actions putting him on the verge of sleep.

➳ simeon wakes up to the feel of your touch on his wing, soft and hesitant. sometime during the night, he’d transformed into his angel form, wings splayed out and over the bed, almost covering the whole thing in their enormity. they certainly cover you, like a warm, live, down blanket. he twitches instinctively, and you pull your hands back. “no, no,” he says sleepily, “you can keep going. it feels good when you touch me.” he sees you smile and smiles too, even though he’s already being lured back into sleep by your soft strokes across the top of his wing, where the feathers are smooth and packed together.

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[taifenggg]

Lovestruck[Dateables]

Things the dateables do because they’re simps for you

CW: none

Characters: GN!Reader(no pronouns specified), Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon

Authors Notes: requests are open atm! dont be afraid to send something my way, just be sure to read the rules first!

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Diavolo [👐💗]

He always thinks about you and acts on impulse because of it

“Barbatos, I saw them eyeing a few things last time I went out with them. I've compiled a list so would you mind procuring everything that you can?" Barbatos nodded, "Yes my lord, but if I may, what's the occasion?" Despite saying this, Barbatos knew full well that there was no special occasion, but decided to humor Diavolo.

"Oh! Nothing in particular, I just felt like it," he chuckled softly, a faint flush on his face. Barbatos shook his head slightly, the edges of his lips threatening to curl upwards into a knowing smile. Diavolo started fiddling with his hands, staring at his phone anxiously. Everytime it would vibrate his head would shoot up and his hand would reach over, only for his head to droop slightly, seeing as how it wasn't a message from you.

"Young Master, seeing as how you can't seem to focus on your paperwork, perhaps it's best that we should continue this later? You seem rather antsy," Barbatos pressed a hand to the top of the stack of papers before Diavolo, a knowing smile on his face. Diavolo's face lit up realizing that Barbatos was releasing him to leave, to be able to see you. "Perhaps we should," he pushes back his seat standing up. "Barbatos, I'm going out for a bit, keep an eye on the castle while I'm away." And without another word, he bolts out of his office.

Barbatos chuckles softly watching him race off, neatly stacking the scattered paperwork into a pile.

Barbatos [⌛🖤]

He’s not afraid to show his most vulnerable sides to you

"Well this is a sight to behold."

Barbatos looks up from the kitchen counter, a soft smile on his face. You find you mouth hanging open slightly as you stare at him. Even while working in the kitchen, Barbatos seems refined as ever, sleeves neatly rolled up showing off his forearms, and an apron tied around his waist. You quickly avert your gaze, suddenly taking interest in the wall, feeling your face grow warm. Barbatos only smiles at you, gesturing for you to come closer. As you approach him, he holds a spoon in his hand, “Here, have a taste and tell me what you think.”

Tentatively taking the spoon from him, you lick it, your eyes lighting up. “This is great! Is this what you’re making?” You look down at what he’s created. “I took some inspiration from the human world and decided to try my hand at making...crème brulée? How is it?” He stares at you, eager to hear your feedback. “It’s perfect,” you grin, shooting him a thumbs up giving him your approval. Your smile soon turns into a slight frown, Barbatos gives you a puzzled glance, “Is something the matter?”

“Your eyes...Barbatos, have you been overworking yourself?” a hand reaches up to cup his face, rubbing his cheek. Barbatos stiffens slightly from your touch, unaccustomed to the feeling of someone touching him so....intimately. Usually, he would have smacked away the hand caressing at him, but instead his eyes soften, and his hand reaches up to hold yours in his. “I will be fine, please do not worry,” he laughs softly, feeling a warm sensation in his chest from your concern over him. You shook your head, pouting at him, “I should talk to Diavolo about lightening the amount of work you’ve taken on recently, he’ll understand.” You pull away from him and Barbatos finds himself craving the warmth of your hands once more. He reaches out to you, pulling you back close to him, “No, that’s quite alright, although, thank you for your concern.” You sigh softly, turning around, “Then you have to promise me that you’ll get some rest. Please?” you give him the best puppy dog eyes that you can muster, and Barbatos’ resolve wavers. 

“Very well, but at the very least, allow me to put the dessert into the fridge before it spoils.”

Solomon [🪄🤍]

He’s always looking out for you and your well-being

“Careful MC, watch your step, the footing here is uneven,” Solomon holds a hand out to you, a smile on his face.

“It’s not that bad,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, but despite what you said you still took his hand holding it in yours. His hands, seem to mold into yours, his fingers wrapping around yours. “Got you,” he chuckled softly, “Now I’m never going to let you go.” You push him lightly, laughing softly as you squeeze his hand in yours. Solomon’s grip on you is firm, and provides you with a sense of comfort as the two of you stroll through the bustling streets of the Devildom. You stare at all of the shops, a grin on your face as you pull Solomon along, pointing out the things that you find of interest. 

Suddenly Solomon tugs you to the side and out of the way of a few demons, racing through the streets. He shields you with his body holding you close. Once they pass by, he looks stares at you affection in his gaze, “Are you alright? They pushed by pretty quickly.” His voice is soft as he continues staring at you. “I’m fine, I just wasn’t expecting you to do that,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up. "Well there's more where that came from," he smiled, teasing you lightly, leaning in. You laugh softly, pushing him gently. Solomon only laughs, pulling away from you but not before, intertwining his fingers in with yours.

"Stay close to me alright? No harm should befall you as long as you stick by my side."

Simeon [🥞🩵]

He’s always there to lend a shoulder to you

"MC? What’s the matter?” a frown mars his pretty face as he leans over you, concern in his gaze. You turn to look at him from your position on the railing overlooking the vast expanse of the Devildom. You sniffled, wiping your face, trying to make yourself appear more presentable, “Ah Simeon! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come up, I just wanted some fresh air.” Simeon approaches you, worry still written all over his face. His hand reaches up to cup your face which causes you to stiffen from his touch.

“Have you been crying?” he murmurs, his brow creasing as he stared at you. “Huh? I....” you tear your face away from his hand, staring at the floor finding it difficult to hold his gaze. “No I just...like I said, I wanted fresh air,” you let out a shuddering gasp to try and recollect yourself. “MC...look at me,” Simeon lifts your face, fingers gently holding onto your chin. “You can talk to me alright?” To see you on the verge of tears like this, Simeon felt his heart ache, wondering how he could resolve this and console you. 

Your breathing quickened as you stared at him feeling your body shake and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Your arms found their way around his torso, clinging to him, your face buried into the crook of his neck for comfort. He emanates warmth, hands gently caressing your back, holding onto you. “It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” his voice murmurs from above you, and you can feel the steady rising and falling of his body. 

You continue holding onto him, until you feel that you’re ready to speak. You pull your face away from him, biting your lip. “Sorry...I’m just....I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately so I just wanted some time to myself, and then I couldn’t help myself, I guess I just started crying.” You grimace slightly, turning away from him. “MC...it’s okay to feel these things, there’s nothing to be ashamed about, I mean we can’t always control out emotions and that’s alright.” You feel yourself on the verge of tearing up once more but you force it back, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just suddenly spring this on you.”

Simeon smiles softly, his hands squeezing your sides comfortingly. “My dear MC, there’s nothing you need to apologize for alright? You’re already doing great, and I will ensure that I will always be by your side to give you encouragement should you need it.”

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[another-lost-mc]

Saying Something Stupid Like "I Love You"

Simeon decides to send his beloved a long-awaited confession of his feelings. Unfortunately, he's never been good with technology.

SIMEON x gn!Reader 2.6k Words | SFW | Angst with a Happy Ending | Misunderstandings Content Warnings: Mentions of drinking/getting drunk. A/N: This was my contribution to the Simeon 2023 Birthday Collab (original submission post and AO3 link).

Simeon groaned in frustration and tossed another crumpled paper into the waste basket under his desk. Despite being a famous writer, he spent the past hour struggling to write a simple, coherent letter confessing his feelings to you.

There was a special event taking place in the Devildom soon, and he was struck by inspiration to confess his feelings - finally, after admiring them in silence for so long - and hope they would accept his offer to be his date. The eager anticipation resulted in dozens of abandoned letters in his trash filled with mistakes: numerous instances of misspelling your name or his own; shaky penmanship that left parts of the letter completely illegible; and at times he pressed so hard on the paper that the pen tip poked through.

Simeon glanced warily at the computer pushed back against the edge of his desk. He was horrible with those contraptions, but spellchecker was such a handy tool that it made it worthwhile to type up drafts of his TSL work. He wanted a more personal touch for his invitation to you and chose a handwritten letter instead. Unfortunately, he was spiraling into frustration and wanted the weight of his confession off his shoulders.

With some reluctance, he reached across the desk and pulled the keyboard closer. His fingers flew across the keys, and before he knew it, he had typed his invitation to you - complete with his confession of his feelings for you too - and read it over twice for spelling errors.

Satisfied, he opened up the Dmail app and attached his letter to a blank email. He tapped quickly on his contacts and added your email address. The screen froze for a moment while the attachment finished uploading. When he hit “Send,” he smiled in satisfaction. He decided he would cook for Luke and Solomon tonight; he was in the mood to celebrate. He shut off his computer (with only minor difficulty) and walked to the kitchen with a spring in his step.

CHAT: The Demon Brothers (7)

Levi: WTF is this?

Satan: What’s wrong?

Levi: Have you checked your Dmail lately? Simeon sent something sooo cringey to all of us!

Satan: Let me take a look.

Beelzebub: I get the feeling this wasn’t meant for me, but I’ll go to the festival with him if he wants. The food is going to be amazing.

Belphegor: I have a feeling this email definitely wasn’t meant for you.

Satan: I agree. Did he send this to all of us by accident?

Levi: LMAO!!!! He’s such a noob with technology!

Asmo: Aw, I never knew Simeon had such a sweet side. I’m totally jealous, I would swoon if one of my admirers sent me a love letter like this!

Mammon: Wanna bet who this was meant for? Oh, I bet he’d pay us whatever we want to keep it secret!

Asmo: Ugh! Way to ruin the romance!

Lucifer: Enough. I will call Simeon and speak to him about this. In the meantime, DO NOT mention this to anyone.

Belphegor: Any ideas who this was really meant for? 

Asmo: I’m really curious about that too!

Mammon: Who cares! This is perfect blackmail material!

Satan: I think I know who it’s for.

Levi: Huh? How’d you figure that out?

Satan: We know who he sent it to and it was obviously a mistake. That’s all I’ll say.

Beelzebub: It’s their turn to cook dinner tonight. I’m on my way to the kitchen to see if it’s ready. Should I ask if they got it too?

Mammon: Huh? What about them?

Lucifer: SILENCE. ALL OF YOU.

Simeon drummed his finger tips against his knee while he read the same page of his book for the sixth time. He made a light lunch for him and Luke - Solomon was busy elsewhere today - and sat in his favorite chair to distract himself. The weight of the DDD in his pocket burned heavily against his leg and the Devildom’s newest bestselling novel couldn’t keep his mind off his confession to you.

An hour ago he felt elated that the feelings he tried to suppress were finally out in the open, but now a new type of worry plagued him: uncertainty. Any angel of his age and status would be familiar with regret - arguably, he’d had more than his fair share compared to most - but exploring these new and wonderful feelings made him feel vulnerable in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. 

He jumped in his seat when the DDD started to chime with an incoming phone call. He scrambled to keep the book in his lap from tumbling to the floor. He reached into his pocket, barely conscious that he was holding his breath. Simeon’s eyebrows shot up curiously when he saw Lucifer’s name flash across the screen. It wasn’t the phone call he expected, but he always felt a warm feeling when Lucifer took the initiative and reached out to talk to him first despite their rocky past together.

Simeon tapped the screen and held the phone to his ear. “Good afternoon, Lucifer,” he said with a smile. “I hope you’re doing well.” 

There was a pause, the sound of shuffling on the other end of the call. “Yes, good afternoon, Simeon,” Lucifer replied. Another pause. “Have any of my brothers contacted you?”

Simeon ran his finger along the spine of his book. “No, although now that you mention it, some of them sent me some random emoji messages. I assumed they were sent by accident, I know I’ve done the same in the past. Why do you ask?”

Lucifer cleared his throat. “I’ll be blunt. I know about the email you sent earlier today. More accurately, we all do.”

Simeon’s throat suddenly ran dry and he coughed. Clearly he had misheard. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re—“

“The email you attempted to send earlier to a specific individual,” Lucifer interrupted, “was sent to me and my brothers which I assume was a technical error on your part.” He chuckled dryly. “While your letter was very flattering, I realized quickly it wasn’t meant for my eyes and I wanted to make sure you were aware.”

It was difficult for Simeon to think clearly with the muffled roar in his ears. His face burned with embarrassment and his hands felt clammy. He glared at the computer on the table across the room as though it had done this terrible misdeed to him on purpose.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered dejectedly. He wanted to be angry, but all Simeon really felt was defeat. How had his simple plan gone so wrong? “I appreciate you telling me, and if you and the others could keep this to yourselves, that would be for the best. I’ll have to…figure this out,” he said slowly. He needed time to process this unexpected turn of events.

“I can’t guarantee that they won’t attempt to tease you about this, but I have already warned them about the consequences should they do anything beyond that. But Simeon, I think—“ Lucifer paused, and then sighed. “Nevermind. Take care, and please let me know if any of my idiot brothers bother you.”

When the call disconnected, Simeon let the phone slip between his fingers and fall to the plush carpet at his feet. He buried his face in his hands and shook his head. Time seemed to freeze and Simeon couldn’t focus on anything but the burning waves of embarrassment that rippled through him every time he thought about his letter to you. The intimate praise and heartfelt declarations he made felt almost scandalous now that he knew Lucifer and his brothers were aware of the contents.

Despite his awkward handling of technology, his fingers flowed freely against the keys of the keyboard as easily as if they were those of a piano, the deepest wishes of his heart spilling into a digital void and he hoped his words echoed true once they reached their destination. It was difficult not to succumb to regret and doubt now that his plea for your affections had failed; his trials as an angel seemed to pale in comparison to the despair he felt now, as though once again fate had tempted him with something just beyond his reach.

The sound of a door opening nearby jolted Simeon out of his daze. He wiped the dampness from his eyes and stood up hastily, wiping his hands on his slacks and looking around his dimly lit room to make sure nothing was out of place. He bent over and picked up the forgotten DDD on the floor by his feet, and he grimaced when he saw missed notifications flash on the screen. He stuffed the device into his pocket with more force than necessary when a familiar knock rattled his bedroom door.

“We’re back!” Luke beamed at him when he opened his door and poked his head inside. “I picked up ingredients for devil-spiced chili tonight, but you might want to hurry because—“ Luke visibly flinched at the sound of pots and pans rattling in the kitchen. “Solomon said he always wanted to try making it.”

Simeon gave Luke a reassuring ruffle of his hair and followed the younger angel to the kitchen, his personal angst temporarily forgotten as he rushed to salvage their dinner.

Sun peeked through the gap of his curtains and Simeon woke with a groan. He buried his head into his pillow and tried to go back to sleep, but the faint throbbing in his temples promised a lingering headache he would regret later on.

He stayed up later than usual the night before, staring into the fireplace with a frown while he sipped Demonus and prayed the fiery sweet taste would help dull the pain in his heart. After he finished his first glass, he got up with a sigh and went into the sitting room to retrieve the bottle. Solomon was reading on the sofa and raised his eyebrow when he saw Simeon’s stormy expression.

“Rough night?” the sorcerer asked with a teasing smile.

“You have no idea,” Simeon grumbled under his breath when he retreated back to the dark solace of his bedroom. He poured more dark amber liquid in his glass and embraced the drunken haze that fell over him like a veil.

Simeon sat up and winced at the stiffness in his neck and shoulders. At some point during the night he tried to undress himself for bed but failed miserably; his shirt was half-unbuttoned and wrinkled, and one of his socks was missing. He was still wearing his slacks but the belt was unbuckled and loose around his waist.

Simeon swung his legs over the side of his bed and rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes. The shameful events from the day before came crashing down on him when he heard the familiar ping of his DDD. The sound was muffled, and Simeon started patting his bed trying to find it. He stood up on unsteady legs and glared at the tangled mess of blankets. He grabbed his duvet and threw it behind him, but the device was nowhere to be seen.

“Technology is overrated,” he grumbled to himself. He picked up each of his pillows and tossed them aside. Still no DDD. “It’s probably one of Lucifer’s brothers teasing me,” he guessed bitterly. He grabbed hold of his sheets and raised them with a sharp snap. “I should just get rid of the cursed thing.”

He finally heard a dull thud on the carpet. He glanced down and saw the familiar shape of his DDD hit the floor and bounce underneath the bed. It had stopped pinging with new notifications but morbid curiosity and sheer defiance motivated Simeon to kneel down and reach for it anyway; perhaps destroying it later would make him feel better.

It had rolled just out of reach and he flattened himself against the carpet while he stretched his hand towards it. His fingers brushed the smooth surface but he swore when a loud knock on his bedroom startled him and caused him to jerk suddenly. His head hit the bed frame and he accidentally knocked the DDD further out of reach.

Simeon was frustrated and muttering angrily by the time he pulled himself out from under the bed and stalked across the room. He practically ripped the door open, but the curse on the tip of his tongue died in his throat when he saw your concerned face staring back at him.

You glanced at him nervously, eyes darting between his rumpled clothing and the room behind him where his bedding was scattered all over the floor. “Is this a bad time? I wanted to talk to you but I can come back later.”

Simeon acknowledged your generous opportunity to escape for what it was, but he supposed he had to face his faults sooner or later. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. You walked past him when he moved aside, and he closed the door so he could suffer his continued humiliation in private.

“I tried to call you but you didn’t answer,” you said apologetically.

“I dropped my phone,” was his response, and he realized how silly it sounded a moment too late. “I’m not the best company today,” he admitted while he tried to smooth down the wrinkles of his shirt. He was suddenly very aware of his poor appearance and he could only imagine what you must think of him, seeing him in such a haphazard state.

Simeon froze when he felt your fingers brush against his face. When had he started crying? He couldn’t make out the expression on your tear-blurred face.

“Is this about your letter?” you asked quietly. You cupped his cheeks in your hands and he knew they must’ve felt his skin grow hot when he blushed.

Simeon bit his lip bashfully. He covered your hands beneath his own, enjoying the feeling of your fingers nearly entwined with his. “Who told you?” he whispered thickly around the lump in his throat.

“Lucifer sent it to me last night,” you admitted, “but I wanted to give you my response in person.”

Simeon felt the warmth of your body against his own when you leaned against him, a comforting presence that helped keep him steady on his feet. He braced himself for the worst and nodded that he was listening.

You couldn’t help but smile sadly at the look of anxious anticipation on Simeon’s face. “I don’t like the feeling that I make you nervous,” you said. You pulled their hands away from Simeon’s tear-stained cheeks and wrapped your arms around his waist instead.

Simeon leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. “I find myself lost, wandering in unfamiliar territory when it comes to my feelings for you,” he sighed, lips grazing your skin. He answered your hug with his own, his limbs growing heavy with exhaustion as he gave up trying to wear a mask of brave indifference. 

You pulled back enough to catch his gaze with your own. “I love you,” you said with a smile that started shy and soft, but grew wide and radiant when Simeon blinked at you in surprise. Simeon’s only response was a sob that quickly morphed into relieved and delighted laughter. His hold on you tightened and you held each other in his warm, sunlit room.

In a moment of clarity, Simeon pondered that perhaps technology wasn’t so bad after all.

[koolades-world]

the brothers 100% have a marketable plushie slash merch line

Asmo's sells the best, it was his idea after all, he's the most popular brother, but Lucifer is close behind

they only went through with it because Mc and Diavolo begged Lucifer to allow it (they both really wanted a Luci plushie)

Mc owns the entire line

They are also the spokesperson. they can and will be a walking advertisment to anyone who dares to ask

for some reason, a pink sheep is introduced with the side characters. nobody knows why but after seeing everyone who has a place in the line seems to have at least three, so obviously all the fans buy at least three. it outsells both Diavolo and Asmo's combined

nobody seems to connect the dots that Mc does not have plush but this random sheep does

the sheep is pretty cute though

idk I'm just obsessed with the thought of all the character's beds being stacked with these plushies like teenage girls stack their bed with squishmellows

half of the characters jump into the bed to feel like they're being hugged by the softness and the other half gently make room for themselves so they don't crush them

mc does the same thing but they only own one of each so they can make them all feel special individually

"babe come over to my room tonight"

"sorry babe no can do, it's movie night with the boys"

"are you talking about the damn stuffed animals again"

"do not talk about the boys that way ever again"

whenever Lucifer comes into Mc's room to talk about anything serious or bad about Mammon, they will cover plush Mammon's ears and act offended on his behalf

the brothers regularly steal Mc's plushies of each other because they're jealous but always returns them since they feel bad making mc worry about the wellbeing of a plush

Satan has waterboarded plush Lucifer and only gave him back after holding him for ransom

"not talking, aye? we'll see about that in a moment"

"SATAN IS LUCI PLUSH IN THERE WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO"

"nobody"

"I CAN HEAR HIS SUFFERING PLEASE GIVE HIM BACK"

"only if you promise to go to that new cafe with me"

meanwhile, somewhere else... "I can feel a disturbance in the force"

[fridayth13]

simeon almost wished he could take his hand from yours. almost. if only to slip off his gloves. so that he could actually feel your skin against his.

the sensation was there, it was close, and yet.. there laid the gossamer-thin black fabric wrapped tight around his arms and hands.

he was just a hair's length away from you.

his free hand was up to your face, brushing ever so gently against your cheek. a hair away.

your eyes twitched ever so slightly in your slumber, and simeon ceased in his ministrations, hand dropping back into his lap. he'd let go to remove his gloves if not for his fear of waking you. what could he possibly say then? he wanted the feeling of his hand in yours, bare skin on skin? what could he even say about the fact that you'd been holding hands in the first place? (you'd grabbed it on accident while drowsily adjusting your pillows and simeon would be damned if he let go first.)

but.. no, he couldn't quite tell you that yet. simeon had no reservations regarding his affections for you. what he did have a problem with was how to tell you. a spontaneous admittance to wanting to hold your hand would not do at all.

still, he played with smaller risks— running his thumb over your knuckles. the occasional feather-light squeeze. another small caress of your face. all while he ruminated over what he'd have to say for himself when you did wake up.

divider from @/clutteredfun

[snowcandyz]

Admiration

Genre: Fluff? I think?

Pairing: Simeon/MC

A drabble inspired by the Gem event.

Not proofread >< I haven't written in a while due to my busy schedule, so I don't really how to feel about this T^T

Simeon loves to be around you.

There’s something about you that pulls him in. Whether it’s your smile or your actions towards others, he’d find himself intrigued to know more. Just who exactly are you?

.

You’re a kind human; that much he could interpret just from observing you.

Always trying your best to help others, you were selfless and kindhearted. You never find it in yourself to snap at the brothers even though they’ve caused you too much trouble, and Simeon wonders, are you not an angel?

Even he couldn’t fathom being in your shoes and dealing with everyone with such a gracious heart.

.

You’re patient and understanding.

Despite being a human among a society of demons and angels, you never really looked down on any species, including your own. You believed that every species has its own beauty that hides deep within.

Always trying your best to understand others, you treat everyone with respect and mutual understanding.

No wonder you have everyone wrapped around your fingers.

.

You’re one brave human; Simeon noted as he heard from Luke how you protected the little angel and Beel from Lucifer's wrath during the incident with the Grimoire.

Even though you have no powers to protect yourself, you stood your ground against the demons, never faltering or making mistakes.

And when you’ve finally unlocked your hidden potential as a sorcerer, you did not step down from a challenge, always wrecking your mind to solve the obstacles with patience and carefulness.

.

Now Simeon understands what exactly has made you so attractive to him.

You’re a human with many specialities and skills.

Simeon also understands why he’s feeling the way he is right now. And he hoped you notice this immense admiration of his someday.

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[venusimi]

Weee~ Sneak peak for a new obey me fic I'm writing!! It's Simy x MC!! Star-crossed lovers au~~~

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Simeon: “Where's your empathy ? “

Mc : “I have empathy ! “

Mc: “That's the one where you care about people, right?”