#oeby me satan

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goodnight kisses

om brothers x poly!reader

wc : 1.k

synopsis : goodnight kiss routine for the babies <3

a/n : thought of this as I was scrolling through pinterest even though I need to be finishing my other 5 wips but at least I finished this one in an hour or so

good morning ver. 

Belphie goes first since he’s most likely the one who’ll fall asleep first

You can’t hide the smile that grows as you watch Belphie plop on his bed while also holding out grabby hands towards you. They latch onto you quickly when you come to stand between his legs, arms wrapping around your thighs tightly. It’s times like these that make him truly seem like the youngest; Belphie tilts his head up smugly, pink lips settled in a faux pout as he awaits his dubbed “favorite part” of the night. Slowly, you brush his bangs away from his forehead and place a gentle kiss on the exposed skin. Then just as slowly, you trail a finger down the bridge of his nose, laughing at the scrunch that follows, until you reach his mouth. You smooth out his pout and place a kiss on his lips, then another, before you pull back with a caress of his cheek.

“Sweet dreams, my spoiled little brat.”

Beel is second cause you can’t really forget the other half of the pair

It’s easy to cross the small distance between the twins’ beds to reach Beel, who’s already settled himself into the covers. No matter how many times you've done this, his face lights up like a christmas tree every single time he sees you making your way over. He scoots over slightly to give you room to sit on the edge while your hands busy themselves with making sure his blanket covers his whole body. Beel’s hair is soft between your fingertips as you smooth it all back, touch trailing over his jawline. His own hands are tugging you down gently, a little bit impatient to get his kisses, but still waiting for you to do it on your own time. You laugh softly, placing three kisses on the jawline you were tracing earlier before you reach his lips with a kiss as sweet as candy.

“I marked some leftovers with your name for tonight. Rest well, bub.”

After him there’s Asmo before he starts his nightly routine

The bathroom is steamy, making you regret not leaving the door open, but you pad further in the room anyway. Asmo’s reaction is instantaneous as usual : smile widened, arms throwing themselves up in the air. You shake your head at his antics as you lean over the tub with your hands placed firmly on the edge. They aren’t allowed to leave their spot, lest you want Asmo to “accidentally” use his own hands to soak your clothes or drag you in, so you use your nose to nuzzle against his in a cute bunny kiss. You hum along to whatever topic he decides on, lips placing slow kisses to each corner of his mouth before they’re placed fully over his (effectively silencing him from trying to keep you in his room for the rest of the night). 

“See you in the morning, sleeping beauty.”

Followed by Satan who is a bit tricky to find as you have to walk around to the common room, library, or his own room to see which one he’s in

You huff as you lean against the library doorway, staring down the demon on the couch with an unamused expression. Satan chuckles at that, snapping the book closed a bit too hard when you casually mention not giving him anymore goodnight kisses from now on. This time it’s you who chuckles as you move to card your hand through his blonde locks. The crackling of the fireplace washes over the room as he leans into your touch much like a cat when you kiss the crown of his head. With gentle fingers, you tilt his head up slightly and lean down, brushing over his nose in a chaste kiss. After watching his cheeks flush [with delight], you kiss his lips with a smile.

“Don’t stay up too late again tonight. I mean it! Get some rest, love.”

And then Levi who now has it ingrained to wait outside his bedroom door for said kiss

It had become one of your favorite habits of his : watching Levi, nervously even still, rock back and forth on his heels outside his open door while he waited dutifully for you. The cherry hue that overtakes his features makes you coo, resulting in a shy squeak from the demon. Your thumb rubs over his plump cheeks fondly as you press your foreheads together and whisper more well-deserved compliments. The two of you stand there in comfortable silence for a few more moments before you’re pulling back and peppering kisses on the cheeks you adore, right across the bridge of his nose. It sends him into a giggling fit, eyes darting around, and if you were in a game, you would surely see his ‘flustered’ meter shooting through the roof. You end your onslaught with a loving peck on the lips.

“Don’t game for too long now- Henry’s orders. Until tomorrow, my esteemed Lord of Shadows~”

Lucifer next (even though he swears he doesn’t need them)

The relaxing ambiance of the private study makes you shiver in delight, eyes drooping ever so slightly. Lucifer himself looks about ready to drop to the floor as he sits hunched over his desk, spine straightening only to stand and greet you. Stifling a yawn, you slump against his chest, humming as he begins swaying you both side to side. You look up just in time to see his soft, albeit exhausted, smile and give one of your own tired smiles. Your hand envelops his with grace, bringing the non-gloved fingers up to your face so you can place kisses over each one. A kiss is placed over the back of his hand, and then his palm, before you switch over to the other hand. Finally (almost too slow for his liking) you stand on the tips of your toes to place a featherlight kiss on his lips.

“Please rest, darling. It would ease me if I saw you refreshed in the morning for once. To your room- go on.”

And finally Mammon, who despite being your first, is last just because he requires more kisses than any of the others…also because he’s either already in your room or convinces you to stay the night in his a lot 

Your feet finally drag you to Mammon’s room, past the door and past the pool table he’s leaning against, straight to the comfort of his bed. Sighing contently, you shift into a comfortable position before opening your arms and beckoning the second born over. Mammon has no time to utter a single word as your fingers immediately start mapping over his features, which soften at seeing how tired you really are. After you’re done, you remap out the same features, but with kisses, scattering them all over his reddening face. You get your own kisses when you're done; Mammon copies your actions and maps out your relaxed features with soft lips and an even softer smile. You both lean in for a slow kiss on the lips, pulling away because you couldn’t stop smiling, before leaning in again for a few more. 

“Goodnight, Mammon. Rest easy in my arms, ‘ve got ya. Just like you’ve got me, yeah?”

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CHHW - 01

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Adjusting your skirts, you try not to fidget. You’ve been told to wait outside, as one of the prince’s men would be getting you, yet your hands itch to explore, to familiarize yourself with the rooms around you.

Prince Diavolo’s new endeavor is ambitious, almost naively so, but when the letter arrived informing you that your application had been accepted for the diplomacy program, you had been pleased, because, well, how could you not? It was a matter of dimensional importance, and for you to be the one at its helm… well, you never were one to shy away from arduous tasks, even if they meant you’d be embarking on a journey to stay in the Devildom, a neighboring realm that had begun to take new direction under the prince as the Demon King’s health began to weaken.

You hadn’t yet had the chance to meet Prince Diavolo, who had not only come up with the idea for the diplomacy program but also had put it all together, doing most of the work himself, something other royalty could never do, as their fear of getting their hands dirty limited them in many ways. While your first missive had come from the prince himself, the rest had been written by a duke rumored to be the prince’s second in command: Duke Lucifer of Lamentation. The letters that you’ve exchanged with him have been something you’ve looked forward to every morning, as he was very good at addressing all of your concerns, helping make what seemed to be a dream into your reality. 

Much of the information about this program is still a mystery, which, to your grudging admittance, makes sense. The last thing any of you involved want is a breach of information. Trust is thin enough already between the realms, hence the need for the program, and such a scandal would only make it worse, or even cripple the program badly enough to cause a delay. 

To your understanding, with what information you had received, the prince’s goal is the unification of the three realms, which for so long have been at odds. Your kingdom was never quite as involved as the other two, but still, the middle dimension is no small deal. Many think the prince insane, but you – and those you’d spoken to before making your decision – had all agreed it was possible Prince Diavolo is truly onto something. He is known as something of a visionary, after all.

The large stone door opens with barely a whisper, drawing you out of your thoughts, and you stand, curtsying.

“Lady F/N L/N, I presume?” A finely-dressed gentleman asks, bowing. You straighten with a nod. “I am Barbatos, Prince Diavolo’s attendant. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. The prince has asked for you to be brought in, as long as you’re ready.”

“Of course,” you say with ease. If you were ready. How odd, for the prince to defer to you and your readiness. “And it’s my pleasure, really.”

Barbatos leads you through big doors and down the shrouded hall. The room you step into is magnificent, with flickering chandeliers, gothic arches, and stained glass depicting a beautiful maiden with an outpouring of white light surrounding her. You curtsy once more, keeping your eyes down.

“Come now,” Prince Diavolo says warmly, his honeyed voice sliding over you. “We do not stand on ceremony here.”

Obediently, you rise, though you’re hesitant. The prince stares down at you, but where any other royalty may have been cold or trying to inspire fear, or perhaps even awe, he looked almost excited, bearing an odd resemblance to the pup that played in the servant gardens of your old manor.

“It’s an honor to meet you, my lord,” you say, voice carrying through the open room. “As it is to have been graced with the chance to take part in this program.” You knew some about demons, as your education had been very thorough, especially once you'd agreed to the exchange, but books on them were sparse in your realm, and, you guessed, noting the lack of bloodstains and eaten souls, out of date.

Prince Diavolo waves his hand, golden jewelry glittering. “The honor is mine. I’m sure you must be very tired from your journey over, so I will try to keep this brief. Welcome to the Devildom. Currently, we’re in the Royal Academy of Diavolo, our most prestigious institution, also known as RAD, where you will soon be attending. The other three chosen for the program, who you will meet soon, will be joining you here as well. This room is the council room, where many meetings are held. I lead this council, meaning I am often dreadfully busy.” He gives a little laugh, but you remain silent, not wanting to offend. “Due to this, I shall now introduce you to His Grace, Duke Lucifer of Lamentation, also known as the Avatar of Pride. He handles much of the work around here and I’m sure this kingdom would be falling down around my ears without him.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, my lord,” the duke says, and you turn your eyes to him. He is dressed finely as well, the very definition of propriety, with fine dark hair and eyes. “Lady F/N, I offer a most heartfelt welcome.”

You curtsy again. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Grace,” you say honestly. “Thank you for your prompt and thorough replies to my letters. They did much to put me at ease.”

The duke smiles, but it does not reach his eyes. “I’m glad. I too am quite busy, but shall always be available for you and any questions you may have. In the meantime, my younger brother, Lord Mammon, will be looking after you. He has been tasked with keeping you informed and safe, so please don’t hesitate to ask him for help.” The duke pauses. “He is the Avatar of Greed, and well… you will see for yourself in just a moment. I do hope you’re not a lady with delicate sensibilities.”

His remark, while strange, seems rhetorical, so you parse over the new information given to you while Lord Mammon is retrieved.

“In the meantime,” Duke Lucifer continues, “let me introduce to you some of my other brothers. Here is Lord Satan and Asmodeus, fourth and fifth eldest respectively.”

You all do introductions, and once more you are stuck by the unique looks of them both. So far, none of them have exactly looked alike, but they are all similar in their stunning beauty and piercing gazes.

“It’s delightful to finally put a face to your name, my lady,” Asmodeus purrs, tawny eyes sharp. “I am the Avatar of Lust.”

“The Avatar of Lust?” It is almost refreshing to meet such strange individuals. Your world has such strict, stuffy morals but this at least promised something new and interesting.

Asmodeus laughs, a tinkling sound. “That’s right! The title is a pretty accurate description, if I do say so myself. I suppose a little demonstration of my power can’t hurt, now can it? Would you please gaze into my eyes for a moment?” What he was asking was incredibly improper, but when in Rome… “That’s good,” he says. “I won’t hurt you. Come a little closer, don’t be shy.”

You raise your eyebrows, not enough to be impolite, but enough so that you can convey your skepticism. Asmodeus pauses, a delightful furrow appearing between his brows.

“Now this is odd,” he says. “Lucifer, are you sure there’s a soul in this human?”

The duke sighs. “Yes, assuming Beel hasn’t devoured it already.”

A new demon steps forward, tall and broad. His shock of orange hair only reinforces your earlier thoughts about them not looking similar. “I haven’t eaten anything,” he grumbles, his voice deep and low. With a jolt you remember they're talking about your soul. “But I am hungry.”

“This is Lord Beelzebub, the sixth eldest,” Duke Lucifer introduces. “He’s the Avatar of Gluttony and has a penchant for eating human souls, so I suggest watching yourself around him.”

“How do you do,” you murmur politely, choosing to ignore the duke’s words. Apparently, the books had been correct on some topics.

“I have more brothers,” the duke continues, “but you’ll have time to meet them later on. In the meantime, Lord Mammon will take care of you, as I said before.”

You turn, following his gaze, and see a new face, just as handsome and striking as the rest. Unfair demon genetics, you suppose.

“Do I really have to take care of this human?” Lord Mammon asks, not even sparing you a glance. You’re a bit taken aback by his rough attitude; so far the rest of them, even Lord Beelzebub had been perfectly polite. “Is there not anyone else in this damn dimension that could?”

The duke’s tone was as sharp as a whip. “You will do as I’ve instructed and you will be polite about it. I will not have you raking our name through the mud more than you already have. Prince Diavolo is counting on me to make this program a success and I will not have you spoil it. Do you understand?”

You shoot a quick look to the prince and Barbatos, who merely look used to this sort of quarrel. Prince Diavolo meets your eyes, and hurriedly, you turn your gaze down and away.

Lord Mammon eventually agrees to look after you, though not without a fair bit of grumbling and complaining. You wonder about a chaperone, then stop yourself. If there is an Avatar of Lust, then surely they did not bother with such useless things. And really, this only allows you more freedom to do as you please.

Not that you’d be getting up to anything, you just longed for freedom. Too often you’d been forced to stay in your room, or in the manor while the men were free to do as they wished. Despite knowing it was the way things were done, you chafed under such restrictions, undoubtedly one of the reasons you’d agreed to the diplomacy program.

“Lady F/N,” Prince Diavolo says seriously, taking over once more. “This program to unite our three dimensions may seem fanciful, but truly I hope we’re able to one day make peace with one another. Humans, angels, demons… I believe we can all coexist peacefully. I pray that you understand the gravity of this as well as the magnitude of the sacrifice that you have made, I am, and forever will be, in your debt, and I ask that you do everything in your power to ensure this program is a success. If things proceed as I hope they will, you will be among the first to lead us into a new, better future.”

“I really am honored to be here,” you say again. “This diplomacy program is bold, but I will try my hardest to adhere to my role and complete my duties. I thank you for this opportunity and plan to serve you as I would the queen back home, my lord.”

“That is a relief,” he says, eyeing you shrewdly. You had not expected him to make such a declaration, meaning you did not have a response prepared ahead of time, but you hope your words would ring true in the coming year.

It feels like no time as all passes before you’re alone with Lord Mammon, walking quickly to keep up with him. He navigates the maze-like halls of the Academy with ease, and you wonder how long it’s going to take you to learn your way at all.

“Lord Mammon,” you begin, and he shoots you a near-murderous look.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he barks. “I don’t like you, nor do I respect you. This whole program is utterly ridiculous and I fear Prince Diavolo is a fool for suggesting such a thing. You’re just a lowly human, got that? You’ll always be nothing, especially to me, The Great Mammon.”

If he was looking for tears or offense, you were afraid that is not what he’d receive. You’d been playing the court since you were young, so these insults were nothing new to you. Actually, it was almost a relief for him to underestimate you because of your status as a human, and not a woman. Men were so dreadfully pigheaded sometimes, and you were sick and tired of having to play the good girl card, only smiling demurely instead of sharing your mind as you wished.

“Not going to say anything?” Lord Mammon snorts, and you cock your head at him.

“My apologies, Lord Mammon,” you say, “for I had not realized you were done speaking. I’m afraid I wasn’t listening all that closely.” Lord Mammon gapes at you, but you’re not finished. “Furthermore, I don’t know what the women down here are like, but I assure you, a few brash curse words and scowls thrown my way is not enough to scare me.”

This time, Lord Mammon is calculating, his blue eyes examining yours. Whatever he finds in there makes him curse once more, starting to walk again. It’s only then, when he does, that you realize that sometime during your debate you’d slowed to a stop.

“Regardless,” Lord Mammon spits, “don’t go on assuming you and I will be friends or anything of the like. I’m only taking care of you because Lucifer decreed.”

“Does the duke often order you around?” you ask, and Lord Mammon eyes you suspiciously, most likely trying to discern what your goal of asking is.

“Quite often,” Lord Mammon eventually admits. “He thinks himself better than the rest of us simply because he’s the oldest. It’s infuriating.”

“I see,” you say. “He is only acting in interest of the family name, is he not? Surely it would be wise to listen to him?”

Lord Mammon scoffs. “Who cares about the family name? When it comes down to it, reputation means nothing. It's about your true character, what you’ve done and what you’re willing to do.”

“So you’re a radicalist, then,” you surmise.

“What, is that too improper for you?” Lord Mammon is rather like a rooster, you think, all faux-bravado and loud cries.

“Not at all,” you say lightly, surprising him. “As I stated earlier, I am no delicate flower. I find politics to be exhausting, especially when they’re masquerading as a casual conversation.”

“Hmm,” Lord Mammon says. “Maybe you’re not as boring as I thought. I still don’t like you,” he warns, “but perhaps we can stay out of one another’s way.”

“That is something I can do,” you agree, holding out your hand for him to shake. His skin is a shade hotter than a human’s, but his grip is steady and firm. Yours is nothing to laugh at either, and he seems appreciative of your strong clasp as you seal the deal. “Now that your peacocking is over,” you say, letting go of his hand with a small amount of reluctance, “do you think we can head to the Manor? I fear I’m frightfully worn from my travels and would like a fresh gown.”

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