#om! fluff

[l3viat8an]

We can ask for random headcanons?!?

Could I get a cute Diavolo one????

Ofc! These are actually really fun to do XD

‘n here’s two hcs but they’re more cute+silly jsjsjsj

Diavolo ‘hides’ behind you whenever Barbatos is telling him off for not doing all of his work before trying to sneak out. (or after actually sneaking out with you-) Even if you’re shorter then Diavolo, you’ll still protect him right? And it works too- because Barbatos simply can’t focus on that when he’s looking at you.

Diavolo once asked Solomon for some human world pickup lines to use on you and Solomon gave him the cheesiest ones possible-

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

“Do you believe in love at first sight—or should I walk by again?”

“Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

Stuff like that and Diavolo fully believes they’ll work on you. You’ll have to explain that there are better pick up lines lolol

[demonvibez]

Showering with Mammon

·Characters: Mammon x GN! Reader

·Word Count: 1800+

·Rating: Mature/Explicit ; Minors DNI

·Genre: Fluff, Smut

·Tags: fluff, mammon accidently walks in on reader, light punishment, smut, gender neutral sex, reader has GN body parts, mentions of fangs and marking, hand stuff, penetration

·A/N: this one was really cute fun to write! y'all know as our first, he would definitely be jumping at the chance to get into mc's shower! anyways, likes/comments/rb's are appreciated! lemme know which brother you'd wanna shower with next. ♡

You and the Avatar of Greed had been thick as thieves practically since the day you had dropped down into the Devildom and under his protection.

So it didn’t come to surprise anyone that Mammon had practically moved into your room after the two of you had forged a pact together.

He was so used to sharing the upstairs bathroom with five of his brothers, despite it always being crowded and disheveled after each of their uses.

He often kept a shower caddy full of various bath products given to him at the many modeling gigs he has worked - Shower Gels from Wersace, a custom hair care set from Goetia, and a plethora of skin care products from Majolish line the bottom of his tote.

Most days his routine is rather quick - wash hair, wash body, done. Some days, he likes to barricade the door and take his time to pamper himself.

So when Mammon starts spending more of his nights and days in your room, it is only natural that he also moves into your bathroom as well.

He ends up ditching the shower caddy, his bath products now lining the walls of your shower and the counter of your sink.

You have to scold him at first for always leaving wet towels and dirty clothes everywhere, but eventually the two of you fall into a routine.

You typically take your shower first, seeing as it is your bathroom after all, with Mammon taking his second to ensure you won't be late in the mornings.

Your system starts working perfectly, until one day a simple mishap changes everything between the two of you.

You were used to getting changed in the bathroom after you finished up your showers.

You were just stepping out of the shower, pulling a towel around your body when you suddenly hear Mammon shout out to you that he is going to grab something from his room real quick.

You don't reply to him, thinking he has left already. You don't hear any noise coming from your room, so you assume that you are all alone.

You drop your towel to the floor before walking towards the mirror by the sink, when all of the sudden, the door flies open and Mammon makes his way in without thinking.

"Hey, human! Did ya hear me or no- AHHHHHHHH!"

His eyes widen and his jaw drops to the floor as a deep rose blush creeps across his face.

The image of your naked form seers itself into his memory as his brain short circuits between lust and denial.

He moves his head to look away, a hand flying up to shield his blush from your eyes, but his own eyes keep darting back to you as his heart pounds in his chest.

You expect him to say or do something, but he's frozen there.

Your voice calling out his name breaks the silence, his brain kicking back into gear before he starts blabbering.

"W-w-what are ya doin?! I didn't see nothin'! I'm goin' out! I'll be back later!" he said as he made his way out of your bathroom, not allowing you to get a single word in.

You could have sworn you saw him steal one last little sneak peek at you before slamming the door closed on his way out.

You should probably be mad about the sudden invasion of privacy, but you always thought Mammon was adorable, and the entire situation was beyond hilarious.

At first this encounter made things a bit awkward for the two of you - or more accurately, it made Mammon act a bit awkward around you - but it ultimately brought the two of you closer together.

One morning, when the two of you are pressed for time, Mammon comes up with a brilliant idea - the two of you should just shower together!

You were a bit hesitant at first, as sharing a shower together would be quite intimate - especially at such an early time in the morning.

"I mean, we share a bed anyway! Why wouldn't ya wanna shower with The Great Mammon!?! Come on an’ hurry up, we're gonna be late for breakfast!"

Your first shower together was, yet again, a bit awkward, both unsure of what to do with each other.

Cheeks painted crimson and eyes darting rapidly, Mammon was a nervous mess, which you can't help but to find adorable - you let out a giggle.

"H-hey! What're ya laughin' at?! I ain’t lookin’ at nothin’! You’re just a human, what even is there ta see,” he stammered as he tried to hide his face behind one of his trembling hands.

You shook your head as you picked up the bottle of shampoo, squeezing a dollop into your hand with a grin across your face.

"Oh, nothing," you say as you reach up and begin to work his hair into a lather, "this was all your idea, you know."

His blush deepens at the feeling of your fingertips massaging his scalp, his eyes fluttering closed at the gentleness of your touch.

After scrubbing his hair for a little while, Mammon finally began to relax, and the two of you washed each other under the shower’s cascade, with tender touches and loving smiles.

You both took so long in the shower together that Lucifer let himself into your room and was waiting as the two of you walked in wrapped in towels, hair damp.

You both ended up receiving an hour and a half long lecture from the Avatar of Pride himself while tied down to your chairs in the middle of his private study.

Despite Lucifer's objections, the two of you continued to grow closer, and your bath times with Mammon grew more and more intimate.

One evening, after a particularly long week at RAD, Mammon decides it is time for the two of you to unwind together with a nice bubble bath.

He brings some of the LED lights from his room, setting them up around the outer edge of the bathtub, along with a nice bottle of champagne from the human realm and a bath bomb he stole from Asmodeus.

With the soothing atmosphere surrounding you both, the sound of the gentle fizz of the bath bomb in the air, you couldn't help but to sink into the warm water, relaxing into Mammon's arms as you leaned against him, your back pressed against his beautifully tan chest.

The moment Mammon has his arms around you, his resolve shatters and he can't help the sudden wave of greed that is washing over him, his arms tightening around you and his lips instantly finding your neck.

He whispers your name as his hands roam your body, his fangs lightly nipping at your neck as he feels your chest.

"Mine…mine…all mine," you hear him chanting in hushed tones against your skin as he gently marks you, one of his hands starting to travel down past your waist.

He starts teasing your sex as he starts kissing his way up to your ear, sending electricity through your body and making you crave him more.

Your sudden greed for him only turns him on even more, his pace getting faster as he sucks on your neck, his cock growing increasingly hard as you grind against his lap.

As he continues to toy with your most sensitive spots, he can’t hold himself back any longer, slipping himself inside of you in one slow, smooth motion.

The tight, snug feeling of you around him as he sinks into you makes him feel indescribably amazing, his demon form popping out instantly.

Mammon starts the pace out nice and slow, his hips moving his impossibly hard cock in and out of you as you grind against him just as slowly, one of his hands still stimulating you as the other grips your hip, his rings lightly digging into your soft flesh.

He starts to massage you faster, his own thrusting getting quicker as both of your moans grow louder, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sheer pleasure you’re feeling.

“S’right…cum for me, my human…wanna make ya feel good,” he moans into your ear as he continues through your orgasm, holding you down on his cock as he strokes you through your bliss.

He kisses your neck softly for a few moments as you catch your breath, before he picks you up and turns you around in his lap, sliding himself back into you once more with a moan.

His lips crash onto yours immediately as he wraps his arms around you, pouring passion into the kiss as he begins to bounce you on his cock.

Grabbing onto your ass, the pace continues to build again as the two of you exchange sloppy, greedy kisses, his wings wrapping around you to pull your bodies closer as the two of you lose yourselves in the moment - both of your hands grip at his scalp, one hand grabbing at his hair while the other grips one of his horns as the pleasure continues to build up inside of you.

Soon enough, the two of you are hitting your climax together, Mammon whisper-chanting sweetly against your lips as euphoria washes over you both.

“I love ya…I love ya…I love ya so damn much…”

You stayed there, cuddling in his arms and in his lap for a few minutes longer, until he noticed you shivering slightly as the water had gone cold.

He helped you to finish rinsing off before picking you up out of the bathtub and carrying you over to the sink counter, setting you down to go grab a towel to wrap you in.

After getting you dried off and dressing you in one of his black v-neck tees, he carries you over to your bed and sets you down before crawling under the covers with you, pulling you into a close snuggle.

His arms find their way around you as you rest your head against his chest, he tilts his head downward to press a kiss into the top of your head.

You let out a tired giggle, tilting your head up to steal a kiss from his lips, a huge smile on your face as you settle your cheek against his chest once again.

“I love you so much, my greedy demon. Sweet dreams,” you said with one last yawn as you drift off to sleep.

“I love ya too, treasure. I’ll always be here when ya wake up…” he whispered back to you, his own eyes growing heavy.

With his last final moments of wakefulness, Mammon couldn’t help but to think about how he was so damn lucky to find a treasure like you. You are worth more than all the Grimm in the Devildom - and he is determined to never lose you.

- demonvibez ♡ - likes/reblogs appreciated - do not copy/repost! -

[brokenbytheircursedlove]

THE DEMON BROS REACTING TO MC GETTING CURSED BY A LOVE POTION Pt.1

SUMMARY: You and Solomon were doing a potion for class, but you messed up. In present, you're unconscious with the demon brothers surrounding you and yelling at Solomon as if it's his fault. Solomon came in use by telling them the effect of the potion: "The first person they see after waking up will be the person who they will cling on to the whole day."

WARNINGS: getting cursed ig...

Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Bonus- Pt.2

My vision is getting blurry...

LUCIFER

You opened your eyes as your gaze fell on Lucifer's tall figure standing still in pride position in the middle of the rest. Your pupils dilate as the potion takes effect. You stand up, light-headed, barely managing to walk towards him. Lucifer's chest bloats ever so slightly with pride as you take your steps towards him, stumbling. He reaches out his hand to you as the complains and whines from his brothers only fuel him. You take his hand and pull yourself closer to him, making his cheeks tint the lightest shade of pink when you wrap your hands around his neck. Fortunately for him, his brothers were too busy revolting to capture the rare blush on his face. You bury your head on the crook of his neck mumbling his name in an almost inaudible sound..... for humans. Hearing your mumbles, Lucifer swelled in pride while his brothers swelled in the other cardinal sin of envy. In midst of the quarrel between his brothers, Lucifer pulled you away elegantly. Leading you to his room while pampering you with innumerable kisses. Congratulations! You unlocked soft Lucifer!

"Oh, my love, seeing you like this is better than any dream come true"

Lucifer's a sadist. It's the truth but seeing you in his arms as you snuggle his chest, the way your eyes look at him with love, as you obey every word that escapes his lips makes him feel like he is in the celestial realm again.

Lucifer is also a workaholic but right now, the paper work on his table lay untouched, instead his head lays on you lap as your finger run through his black and white strands.

Being aware of his chaotic brothers and their antics he put a curse on the door that only he can lift. Not even his father himself can separate you two right now.

He didn't realize how much he needed this until now. He can feel his stress vaporize with your touch.

If you decide to pamper him with kisses he will internally die while trying to act all smug. Please don't kill this man he is already too tired

Next day, Lucifer will be the happiest demon alive.

MAMMON

Mammon might not be the smartest, but he definitely saw you open your eyes and see him. He stared at you intently watching as you barely manage to stand up. His eyes widen as you wrap your arms around him. Starts mumbling about how great he is and why would you see him first while letting an obvious blush creep up his face. He picks you up like a twig having your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist as he takes you to his room. His little brothers' complains die down with every step towards his room. He goes full Tsundere while letting you pamper him.

"I-It's not like I am e-enjoying it or anything.... Oi! who told you to stop"

Doesn't let you stop. It's not like you want to

He takes you out that night, away from his brothers and just with him and boy oh boy does he spoil you!?!

But can you blame him in the first place? You just look so cute when you cling on to his arm like that, when you look at him like that. I mean who wouldn't want to spoil you rotten??

If you plan on staying home that night, he will make sure you have some kind of physical contact with him all night even when you go to sleep.

next day, mammon has a certain someone's lip stains all over his face and you have the intoxicating smell of mammon's cologne.

LEVIATHAN

You of course wouldn't want to look at a yucky otaku like him, first thing after waking up, right? Then why are you making eye contact with him right now? Hell, when did you even open your eyes? He takes a step back slightly hiding behind the fifth-born as you dizzily stand up. You take his hand and slowly cling on to him. He almost faints as his face grows red redder than Kushina's hair. He is in too much shock to take you to his room. But if you insist, he will oblige. His brothers surprisingly do not complain (except for Asmo and mammon trying to steal you away here and there).

"Y-Y-You would l-l-like to s-spend a whole day with a yucky otaku like me? You're an a-angel!"

leviathan.exe has stopped working.

Tells himself that you are just doing this because of the potion.

If you agree to do cosplays with him he will be over the moon.

Malfunctions every time you cling on to him and oh boy, if you decide to kiss him he will die happily then and there.

Please don't let this demon degrade himself.

Gets really awkward the next day, not knowing how to react.

A/N: Thank you for reading take care.

[mee-op]

i can't get over the fact that even after all the time they've known each other— mammon still blushes whenever mc proudly announces they're on a date, or when mc's wearing a new outfit that looks good on them, or whenever mc compliments him.

[with-love-from-hell]

The Confession

Wc: ~4k

Genre: Fluff, teeny bits of hurt/comfort, some comedy

Pairing: Barbatos x Chris (@kitsune-oji )

A/N: Thank you for commissioning me for this adorable piece, Oji! If you'd like to commission me for a piece of writing, please visit my Ko-fi for guidelines and pricing!

Chris stared at the text that appeared on his screen. No matter how many times he read the words over, anxiety continued to course through his veins. It was almost as if he was reading another language, or had intercepted a hidden code that had clearly been meant for someone else. And yet, the words reverberated through his head, as if mocking him.

It couldn’t be real…could it..?

Are you interested to know how I feel about you?

No. Barbatos wouldn’t ever text him something like that out of nowhere…and yet…Here the message was, staring him straight in the face. 

Why would he ask such a question? Chris had been pining for Barbatos since they began getting to know each other better. The way Barbatos would dot on him made him feel loved, and he found his ability to…well…live to be much easier with the affection of butler. Even before they grew closer though, Chris found his overly formal way of speaking to be quite charming, he admired his prowess in cooking, and had a strong curiosity to know more about the power he held. Outside of that, he definitely was pleasing to look at.

There was no way that Barbatos could have seen plainly through him…right? Chris liked to think he was able to keep his emotions hidden to avoid ultimate disappointment when he experienced some sort of rejection, but then again…Barbatos was very perceptive. So if he was aware of Chris’ feelings…why play this teasing game? 

Was it merely to get a laugh- to lead him to think the butler had feelings for him, only to rip any hope away by revealing his trick? So many other experiences in the past played through his head. Usually, they would pass and he could move on from them…but now he analyzed every interaction for some sort of clue. He knew Barbatos to be quite cunning- his intentions never worn quite as plainly on his sleeve like Beelzebub or Satan. His expressions were hard to read, and his texts were even more convoluted. What could this possibly mean?

But no matter how hard the self-deprecating part of his mind tried to convince him it was all in jest, there was a larger, more curious part that urged him to respond. 

It was hard to make sense of it all, and if he kept trying to question what his response to the inquiry should be, he would be sat here for centuries before being able to give Barbatos an answer to his question. Biting the inside of his cheek to distract his racing thoughts, he finally sent his reply. 

…yes.

He sat on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot nervously. What would he say? Would Barbatos be irritated that he took nearly 10 minutes to respond? Maybe not…he definitely had a soft-spot for Chris, that much he was sure of. But would it even matter if this was all some elaborate prank? He anxiously awaited the reply, finding each passing second to become more unbearable than the last.

Well then, I suppose I will tell you. 

Chris’ eyes widened as he saw the typing bubble appear once more. His heart leaped into his throat as he anticipated Barbatos’s next words, thoughts racing a mile per minute as Barbatos sent his follow-up text messages.

Though…I do feel as if this conversation is better held face to face. 

Come to the castle this evening, Chris. 

I’ll look forward to it. 

He wasn’t sure when he lost his ability to take a breath, but when it came back, it felt as if a swarm of butterflies entered his stomach. He tossed his phone aside, bolting out of the room to go find one of the brothers. He needed help deciding what to wear, and how to style his hair. Despite the pounding in his head and restlessness in his veins, Chris knew that the next few hours would surely go by painstakingly slowly. 

Barbatos grinned eagerly, setting his phone aside on the kitchen counter. He was pleased that Chris took him up on his offer, knowing full well that the human was probably nervous as can be. While Barbatos was excited to finally confess his feelings to Chris, he couldn’t help but take the opportunity to watch him squirm a bit in the process. Seeing the frail human get so flustered was amusing, and- if he was to give his fully honest opinion- very cute. 

He turned to the stove, humming to himself as he set the oven to 325 degrees. There was much to do to prepare for Chris’ impending arrival. So many of the human’s favorite sweets needed to be made, and the perfect blend of tea would have to be selected for such an occasion as well. Should he also go purchase some flowers? Or perhaps some sort of gift? Barbatos’ smile grew as his mind wandered with all the possibilities of how he could woo the human. His movements were quick, a small skip to his step and lightness to his tender dessert crafting. There was so much to do, and with so little time. He needed to act quickly, but ensure there were no silly errors in the most important conversation he would likely have with Chris- at least until there was the possibility of a proposal. He let out a gleeful laugh, fondly remembering back to a few weeks ago where he looked into a timeline where they were betrothed. 

Barbatos was so absorbed in his activities that he barely noticed when Diavolo strolled into the kitchen. He observed the butler buzzing around the kitchen with a nervous, yet excitable energy, and found himself curious. He smirked, leaning against the archway

“Hmm? And what seems to have you in such high spirits? I haven’t seen you smile like that in ages…” Diavolo laughed, shaking his head. “…actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so elated. What’s gotten into you, Barbatos?” 

He paused, turning to greet the future king. “Oh, Good afternoon, Young Master…I suppose I…” Barbatos blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I suppose that I have maybe gotten a bit carried away…” 

Diavolo chuckled, approaching the counter. “Do tell- what is it that you have gotten carried away with?”

“I have decided to tell Chris how I feel about him.” Barbatos mused with an elated smile, beginning to flatten some pastry dough. 

“What made you decide now was the best time for that?” Diavolo rested his cheek on his fist, intrigued by the notion. “ I must say- it’s about time. You two have been circling around this for quite awhile now. I thought you both would ignore your feelings forever.”

“While I had an inkling that Chris has some feelings for me, I wanted to ensure I was not misreading any signals. The last thing I desire is to make Chris uncomfortable because I believed his intentions were romantic when they were not.” Barbatos cleared his throat, his blush spreading. “As you know, this is the first time I’ve felt such a strong desire to be with someone…in a romantic sense, that is. And…I…want to make sure I do this right.” 

“And what is ‘doing this right?’ “ Diavolo quipped, watching Barbatos delicately cut various shapes into the dough. “I am doubtful that Chris has standards so high that you wouldn’t be able to meet them…even with a simple gesture.” 

“Well, I want to appeal to his interests, so I am preparing a tea date for us in the castle gardens.” 

Diavolo smirked teasingly. “I must say, I am surprised that you have become so taken with him. It’s not like you to be so nervous about a simple tea date, Barbatos.” 

Barbatos blushed deeply, offering a simple shrug in response…though his giddy smile never faded.

Diavolo shook his head with a hearty laugh. “Given what I’ve noticed about Chris, I’d say his feelings are mutual. Regardless of the outcome, I wish you luck, and will ensure you have the privacy you need to make your move.” 

Barbatos smiled gratefully, the buzz of excitement returning to his chest. “Thank you, young master.” 

Chris paced around the front gates to the castle, trying to work up the courage to walk to the door and alert Barbatos of his arrival. It took 3 rounds of reassurance from Asmodeus to even get him to leave the house, and there were multiple points during his walk over to the castle where he nearly turned around and fled home. The nervousness was nearly eating him alive, and the thoughts of Barbatos’ “true” intentions behind this sudden desire to express how he truly felt about him scared him to no end. Though, despite the intense fear he had of this whole situation being an elaborate ruse, he couldn’t fight the curiosity of what the inner workings of the butler’s mind truly were. 

Perhaps this could be a confession of love…though he highly doubted it.

With a deep breath, Chris robotically walked up the stone steps to the castle doors. Before he could even knock, the huge doors flung open, revealing a very excited Diavolo, who was surrounded by little Ds. Chris furrowed his brow in confusion, but before he could ask why Diavolo was the one greeting him instead of the butler, Chris was rushed along the winding hallways. He barely had time to process what was happening until he stood in front of the doors to the royal gardens, curtains drawn closed to hide the flora beyond them. Chris looked uneasily toward the prince, who merely winked in response and quickly fled the area, little Ds in tow. 

For a final time, the thought of fleeing the castle wormed its way through his mind. He turned back toward the halls that tempted him back, displaying to him the safe path back home to the brothers. He contemplated it for a moment, wondering if the potential for heartbreak was really worth it. After a deep breath, Chris turned and opened the doors to the garden. 

Barbatos’ expression immediately lit up as Chris entered the courtyard. His excitement was barely contained, his demon form manifesting in an instant. The twin tips of his tail curled slightly, and his antlers frayed open in elation at seeing the human. The wide, welcoming smile on his face also did little to hide his jubilation. Behind him was a table set with all of Chris’ favorite sweets and various varieties of sweet herbal teas. A small vase of flowers sat in the center of the table, the colorful assortment of Baby Blue Eyes and Hell Lace Daisies, along with the center Mirage Flower, drew a soft gasp from Chris’s lips. 

If this was a prank, Barbatos certainly made a fake love confession look quite convincing. 

“Greetings, Chris.” Barbatos bowed to him, gesturing to the golden chairs that were positioned oddly close to each other at the table. “I am very glad you came.” 

“Oh…Uhh…” Chris swallowed, fighting the blush that threatened to spread across his pale cheeks. He returned the bow, trying to remember his manners when in the presence of the royals. “It’s a pleasure to see you too.” 

Barbatos’ smile grew as Chris sat in the chair the butler hastily pulled out for him. Barbatos quickly sat himself in the other chair, his antlers fluttering slightly. His nerves began to get the better of him, making the swarm of butterflies in his stomach more agrivated. He stared dreamily at Chris, who tried looking anywhere else except for the affectionate, sparkling eyes of the demon in front of him. 

The air was tense as the two made nervous small talk about the happenings over their week, and chatted about the selection of desserts Barbatos had prepared for them. A gentle breeze drifted through the courtyard as they nibbled their sweets, dancing around the reason for the meeting in the first place. Every time that Chris spoke, Barbatos seemed to lean forward towards him, hanging onto every one of his words as if it’d be the last time he heard his voice.

Chris bounced his leg nervously as Barbatos intensely stared at him, seemingly watching him squirm as he waited for the demon to bring up text messages. Chris swallowed nervously, wondering if this was all part of Barbatos’ clever trick. Deciding he couldn’t take the anticipation anxiety any longer, Chris cleared his throat.

“So…uh…about that text message..?”

“Ah!” Barbatos jolted his back straight, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “Of course! How silly of me to nearly forget.” 

Chris raised a brow, curious about Barbatos’ change in demeanor. His normal stoicism was replaced with the fumbling nervousness of a pre-teen on their first date. And still, Chris found himself doubtful that this was the sign that Barbatos was displaying his true feelings. Despite his doubts, though- he couldn’t deny that Barbatos was acting incredibly adorable. 

“In regards to my feelings for you…” Barbatos felt heat develop on his cheeks, quickly spreading to the tips of his pointed ears. “I’ve been waiting a long time to disclose this to you, but I admit I was a bit nervous that you didn’t feel the same. Though, the more I’ve observed our interactions, I’ve come to realize that there is a high likelihood that you share in my affections.” 

“I…” Chris blinked, unsure of what to say. Something in his heart knew what Barbatos was trying to say, but he wanted him to be more direct- to tell him exactly what his feelings were. “What do you mean..?” 

Barbatos cleared his throat, his tail flicking as his nervousness increased. “I suppose I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I..?” He pauses, taking a moment to slow his words down. “What I mean to say is that I…I  am quite fond of you, Chris…More so than anyone I’ve entertained the company of in quite some time...” 

Chris’ jaw fell slightly, his brain trying to fire some sort of message to get him to talk as it processed the words passing through his ears. 

“...I would go so far as to say that…I find myself having fallen in love with you.” Barbatos’ cheeks burned as he caught Chris’ eyes. “The closer we’ve gotten, the more certain I’ve become of that fact.” 

It’s quiet between them for a moment as Barbatos patiently awaits Chris’ reply. Chris, on the other hand, did not know what to make of Barbatos’ confession at all. For a moment, he waited for the butler to burst into a fit of laughter, revealing that this display of love was all a ruse…but it never came. He merely smiled at him with a rosy, love-drunk expression on his face. 

“I…I don’t know what to say…” Chris finally spoke, his face erupting into a deep red blush. 

Barbatos let out a soft chuckle. “You needn’t say anything if you don’t wish to…But I must ask…may I...kiss you?”

As if his face couldn’t grow any more red, Chris felt as if his entire body was lit on fire, and he became drenched in perspiration. “Really?! …Uh…I mean…Y-yes…I…I’d like that.”

Barbatos’ tail flicked rapidly in excitement behind him as he leaned forward. He smiled warmly as Chris gulped, the human’s lips trembling slightly as they puckered into his. When their lips finally met, it took a moment for both of them to realize what was happening. It was as if they were both afraid to move at first, but slowly, Barbatos found his comfort in taking the lead. His lips knead firmly against Chris’, but maintain a certain amount of delicateness as they melt into each other. As if acting on instinct, Chris’ arms loop around Barbatos’ neck. One of Barbatos’ hands gently grasps Chris’ waist, while the other caresses his head, teasing the fluffy baby hairs on the nape of his neck. The kiss is sweet, at first tasting reminiscent of hibiscus, but behind it hid a more bitter note- one Chris couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t until he felt the sharp pinch of Barbatos’ fangs poking through his lip that the bitter taste overpowered the kiss, flooding his mouth with a flavor similar to that of overly-ripened kale leaves.

Chris sputtered, breaking away from the kiss only moments after they had found their rhythm. The demon was confused at first- that is, until his tongue swiped over his sharp fangs, tasting the faint metallic traces of Chris’ blood and his bitter venom that remained on the otherwise pristine teeth.  Barbatos’ eyes widened as Chris began to sway lazily, his balance clearly faltering. He pressed his hands atop his shoulders to stabilize him.

“Chris…Are you alright?” Barbatos panicked, trying desperately to get Chris to look him in the eyes. Within seconds, Chris’ knees buckled, and he fell into Barbatos’s arms. In a panic, Barbatos frantically glanced around the garden, trying to determine the best course of action to take. 

Chris awoke in an unfamiliar bedchamber. His head throbbed slightly as his vision became clearer, recognizing the space now as one of the guest bedrooms in the Demon Lord’s castle. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up in the plush bed. He stretched while looking lazily around the room, trying to make sense of how he got here. What had happened..? The last thing he remembered was…

Suddenly Chris’ cheeks were set ablaze. The flash of Barbatos’ inviting smile, his eyes filled with exhilaration, and his demon characteristics indicating his impatience in being able to finally take the opportunity to kiss Chris. He snapped his gaze around the room, trying to see if Barbatos was anywhere in sight. He sighed in relief, seeing the room vacant. At least now he had the opportunity to work himself through his flustered state without his intense green eyes staring straight through him. 

Before Chris could even finish his thought, the door to the bedroom slowly creaked open. Through it, Barbatos swiftly entered the room, a plate of tea in one hand, and a moistened towelette in the other. Almost instantly, he locked eyes with Chris, who’s face began to redden more now that the butler had arrived to care for him. Barbatos’ shoulders immediately lost some tension in seeing Chris sitting upright, and the expression on his face showed clear relief. 

“Thank goodness- you seem to be feeling better.” Barbatos murmured breathlessly, setting down the plate and quickly pacing to Chris’ side. The butler pressed the towel to Chris’ head, urging him to lay back down. He seemed to ignore his flustered state, maybe chalking it up to the fact that he was clearly somehow unwell, though Chris couldn’t quite remember the details. The only clue he had was that his lips felt swollen and tingly, but he attributed that to maybe being a little too clumsy in the kiss the two shared. 

“I did not expect you to wake for a few more hours.” Barbatos sighed, gently brushing his thumb along Chris’ lower lip. “I…I was very worried about you.”

Chris dropped his gaze, fighting against the warmth spreading across his cheeks. “What happened?” 

Barbatos glanced deeply into Chris’s eyes, a blush of his own beginning to form across his cheeks. “Well…I must confess that, in all of my nervousness about telling you how I felt, I believe I may have…gotten a little too excited.” 

“Huh?” Chris blinked, confused by what he meant. 

“Demons have traits that become more difficult to control when under intense emotion, though the only time you may have noticed is during times of anger.” Barbatos explained, offering a small laugh at himself for how ridiculous it sounded saying this out loud. “...But feelings of attraction and joy can produce the same effects…and…it appears that, in all my excitement in being given permission to kiss you, I accidentally bit you, and my fangs secreted some venom that incapacitated you…” 

Chris blinked, trying to make sense of what Barbatos was saying. “O-oh?” 

“You have my deepest apologies, my love.” 

The blush that had finally begun to fizzle away came back tenfold, covering Chris’ features in a ruby blaze. “I…You…W-what did you just call me?!”

Barbatos couldn’t help but smirk. “Are you not fond of pet names? I figured that would be okay considering our conversation yesterday evening.” 

Chris swallowed hard, trying to calm the rapid thumping of his heart. “I…No…I l-like it…I guess I’m just…surprised is all. I mean, I didn’t expect you to even really like me all that much…hearing you say you love me…” He trailed off, turning his gaze down. “It’s just sort of…unbelievable.” 

Barbato’s smirk fell, concern returning to his features. “What’s so unbelievable about it?”

Chris paused, trying to think of the words to describe his fear of rejection. Instead, he merely shrugged. 

It was silent for a moment as Barbatos looked away, trying to process the deeper meaning behind his words. He knew Chris’ fears of intimacy, obviously his mind having been tainted by past negative experiences. He glanced back to Chris, noticing the deep frown on his face. 

“You didn’t think I was trying to deceive you with my confession, did you?” Barbatos muttered sadly, moving to grip Chris’ hand to reassure him of his motives. “...Because I wouldn’t even dream of misleading you in such a cruel way.” 

Chris smiled weakly. “I mean, I wasn’t sure what to make of it…but I’m…I’m happy you said it, even if it is hard for me to believe.”

Barbatos beamed, pressing a kiss to Chris’ open palm. He smoothed over the area softly, basking in Chris’ loving gaze. After a few seconds though, his cheeky smirk returned, finding another opportunity to tease the easily flustered human. “Well, having how I feel about you out in the open, I believe I am still awaiting your response.” 

Chris’ eyes widened. The red tint to his cheeks deepened to a dark crimson as he whipped his gaze away, stuttering out an apology about how he couldn’t believe he didn’t tell Barbatos how he felt after such a heart-warming confession. The demon laughed, pulling Chris into another soft kiss, though this time, he ensured to keep his excitement about the new trajectory of their relationship at bay. After all, he wanted to avoid accidentally piercing the human with his fangs for a second time.

Barbatos laughed, squeezing Chris’ hand happily. “My, it has been quite some time since I looked back on this memory.” 

“I can’t believe how adorable you were.” Chris fawned, resting his head on the butler’s shoulder. “You went so far above what I ever expected a love confession to be! It still boggles my mind why you went through so much trouble.” 

“Because you’re worth it, my prince.” Barbatos mused, kissing Chris gently on the cheek. 

Chris smiled back warmly, but began to pout when Barbatos smirked teasingly back at him. “What..? Why are you looking at me like that..?”

“Oh, don’t pay it any mind, love…it’s nothing, really…I merely miss when you used to get all bothered when I would kiss you.” He chuckled, pressing down a stray hair on Chris’ head as he scowled at him. “It was very cute.” 

“Tch...” Chris looked away, a slight heat burning his cheeks despite his best efforts to prevent it. 

“Hehe, yes…just like that!” Barbatos giggled, ruffling his hair teasingly. 

Chris couldn’t help but smile at Barbatos’ silly laugh, turning and catching his lips in a kiss. “Pick on me all you want, but you still owe me a date to the Night Lantern Village to make up for biting me!” 

Now it was Barbatos’ turn to grow flustered. “And I shall take you! I’m just waiting for their next festival so I can make it up to you properly.” 

Chris rolled his eyes with a smile, again resting his head on Barbatos’s shoulder. The demon smiled, nuzzling his cheek into the Human’s fluffy brown hair. He tilted the hourglass, rewinding the memory of their first kiss once more.

[mammonsrockstargf]

"Is it true that you had 700 wives?"

Solomon looks up from his book, to where you're laying on his bed, homework in hand. He'd convinced you to take the class "Rhetoric 101: How to win any argument with an angel using biblical quotes" because he'd figured it'd be fun to watch you try to spark up an argument with Simeon. It was a nice perk that you could study together. It hadn't even occurred to him that he might get mentioned in the coursework.

You read over the pages, eyes brimming with amusement. "What could you possibly need 700 wives for?" you ask and he shrugs. "Mostly politics and gaining land," he says but you don't seem entirely convinced. "Might I remind you that this was happening during a period of 80 years?" he says but you just raise your brows at him. "That's still like 9 wives per year, though. How on earth did you have time for that?" you're laughing now, really laughing and Solomon has to fight a smile.

"What, they'd get like a month and a half each before you were on to the next one," you say, wiping the tears on your cheek. "Actually, I never even met most of them," he says, hoping to help his cause, but it only causes you to laugh even harder. Solomon huffs and pretends to read his book again, letting your laughter subside, but once you read the next line of your homework you're laughing again.

"You had 300 concubines? How is that even possible?" you cackle and Solomon rolls his eyes. "That was a rumour. I did not have that many," he says but you're far gone, clutching your belly as you gasp for air. "I'll have you know that having a pact with the Avatar of Lust gives you a very high libido-" he begins.

"Oh, trust me, I know," you wheeze.

He's on you in a second, pushing you down on the bed, a hand on each side of your head. You giggle, when he presses kisses to your face, any surface he can reach, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.

"Stop" kiss "teasing" kiss "me!" kiss, he whines, but you've only just begun. "Oh, I'm sorry, my lord, it's just I haven't seen you in three years, you've been so busy with all your wives-" Solomon shuts you up with a kiss on the lips and you bury your hands in his hair, leaning into it. He lays down on top of you, using your chest as a pillow, refusing to move an inch. "Sol, you're crushing me," you complain and he grumbles. He presses a kiss to your collarbone and grabs your homework, throwing it into a corner of his room, before getting comfortable again, this time crushing you a little less. You run your fingers through his hair, humming softly.

You both know that it doesn't actually matter how many wives or concubines or past lovers he's had. Sometimes Solomon thinks that it's all just been a build-up, that none of it actually mattered. His real life didn't begin until he met you and he's completely fine with that.

"Sooo, did you have a favourite? Or perhaps 30 favourites?"

"Oh, shut up."

a/n: thanks for reading! find my other stuff here <3

[the-great-chimera]

Demon mc gets stressed and subconsciously tugs at their horns and rub at the base where they grow out from similarly to how human will sometimes pull at their hair or pick at their skin.

A self soothing action found in demons with high anxiety.

Diavolo noticed this action over time and made a point to have you sit next to him or one of the other lords for comfort. If he catches mc, reaching to tug at their horns, he will gently take their hands and shake his head authoritatively. " No tugging, it'll hurt you"

Mc puts their hands back down as diavolo gives them scratches and pets on the spot in between their horns. He dgaf who sees, what is anyone gonna do??? He's the prince, and you're his favorite.

[l3viat8an]

Levi is so clingy in the morning-

As soon as you move to get up, or your alarm goes off and you mumble “….time to get up.” Levi’s arms wrap around you tighter and he lets out a huffy little sigh…not actually saying anything, just trying to keep you in bed. You’re so warm and the blankets are so comfy…..he know it's time for you to get up, both of you actually.

But he doesn’t want to lose you, not yet. he knows the second you get out of bed he has to share you for the rest of the day, fighting for your attention.

And it’s just not fair!! He’ll miss your warmth and he always craves your attention, your scent, your touch- just you. Even if he knows he’ll see you later it’s not the same. so every morning he tries to keep you in bed just a little longer…..just keep your attention on him for a few more minutes.

and you know he’ll do it every morning so you just sigh and kiss his forehead, “Come on, guppy….I have to go….”

"No…..not yet….just…just five more minutes… please…”

….well- five more minutes can’t hurt, can it?

[demonvibez]

Impulsive

Characters: Lord Diavolo x GN! Reader Rating: Teen Tags: comfort, fluff, gn reader, MC uses magic, kissing Word Count: 4.3k+ A/N: Happy (Belated) Birthday to My Sweet Prince, Lord Diavolo ♡ I'd give him all three realms if I could, but for now, I'll settle for sharing this silly little fluff fic. This may be my favorite thing I've written so far, so I hope you all enjoy it as well!

Late was the hour at the House of Lamentation, when you find yourself tossing and turning in your slumber, your mind currently pulled into the depths of a rather vivid nightmare. It was one of those nightmares that just feels so real, filling your senses and sending you running from the unknown terror, your heart pounding as you run deeper into what looks like the House but feels like a maze. Surely there aren't this many hallways when you're awake?! And so many doors! You run to the end of the hall, ripping open the large double doors and running into the next...which seems eerily identical to the last. Except when you get to the end of the hall this time, you run into a dead end. Panic now striking your heart you turn to the window, only for it to vanish as you touch it. A crimson ooze begins to drip down the walls, and you can feel the shadow entity getting closer, your breathing becoming more erratic as your back presses into the corner. You're trapped. Something reaches out towards you from the abyss, it's sharp claws coming into view the closer it gets.

Just before it can grab you by the neck, you fully awaken from your night terror, pushing yourself to sit up in bed so that you may try to catch your breath. You hyperventilate for a moment, grabbing your chest with one hand as the other maintains a tight grip on the bed sheets as your eyes quickly dart around the room. You're awake, and you're okay. You snap your fingers to magically turn the lights up, so that you may inspect the room closer. Nothing on the walls - and you let out a relieved sigh. You sit with yourself for a moment, in an effort to allow your breathing to return to normal, before flinging your legs over the side of the bed and standing up. You cross the room and make your way over to the window near your desk. Reaching out to touch the window, a slight hesitation makes your hand tremble. As your fingertips touch the cool pane of the glass, you breathe out an even bigger sigh of relief. The window didn't disappear this time - you are definitely safe and back in your own reality.

So, why can't you shake this eerie feeling? That same looming anxiety that filled your mind as you were being chased by the shadow creature. You shake your head, trying to just will it away, as you pick up your jacket from the back of a chair and pull it on. You cross your arms to hug yourself as you walk back over to your bedside table. Eyeing your DDD on the charger, you reach down to pick it up, unlocking it and opening the contacts in one fluid motion. Before you can even process what you are doing, you are already dialing a number, the phone pressed to your ear as you sit down at the edge of the bed. It's not until you hear his voice at the other end of the line do you really register just what you're doing. The Future King of the Devildom murmurs your name, a slight hint of concern lacing his voice - he's surprised to hear from you at this time of night. 

"Is something wrong? Are you alright," he asks you. He has no idea that the sound of his voice alone is so soothing to you. You let out a shaky breath that you had no idea you were holding, scooting back on the bed so that you can lean against the wall.

"Y-yeah...I'm okay...I-" you cut yourself off, your eyes briefly widening. Are you really bothering Lord Diavolo with your foolish little problems? It was just a nightmare, and you're awake now. You're sure the Prince has way more important things to worry about than the silly night terrors of a human. "I'm so sorry for bothering you, I know you must be busy wi-" he cuts you off by saying your name once again, this time with a slightly firmer tone.

"I've told you time and time again that you may come to me for anything, at any time," he reminds you. Softening his tone, he exhales before continuing, "Please. Tell me, what's wrong?" He truly meant it when he said you can come to him for anything. It warms his heart to think about you coming to him for help, especially when you have so many demons around you that are also willing to give you the world.

"It's...I just...it's gonna sound really stupid..." you trail off, as you fidget with the hem of one of your blankets.

"I assure you, nothing you could possibly say to me is ever going to be 'stupid.'" As you let out another exhausted sigh, you can hear the squeaking of his desk chair as he leans back against it. Lord Diavolo has always been very sweet to you, doing his best to accommodate all of your needs since you've dropped down into his realm. He always seems to have the answer to your problems, especially the more massive ones - what will it hurt to vent to him now?

"I...had a rather vivid nightmare. It felt so real to me..." You begin to describe your nightmare in great detail, not holding back any of the emotions that came along with it. Retelling this graphic tale almost makes you feel as though you are reliving it, and the crack in your voice pierces Diavolo's heart as you try to hold back tears while you finish your story. "And then I woke up," you say with a sniffle, "I guess I was quite shaken by it all, and I called you because...well, it was kind of an impulse to be honest, but I think I just really wanted to hear your voice," you admit, a rosy blush painting your cheeks. You were a bit glad Lord Diavolo couldn't see you right now - you aren't sure, but you probably look like a bit of a mess. Something else you are unaware of, is exactly how much your admission has effected the Young Prince. The idea that you instinctively sought him out for comfort is enough to get his heart racing, and now it is time for him to act on impulse - which is something he is rather good at.

"I'll be by the House of Lamentation to pick you up soon," he declares, the sound of his chair scuffing the floor ringing out across the phone line. Your eyes widen, and you jump up to stand on your bed in surprise.

"Uhhh...excuse me, WHAT?!?" There's no way he's serious. You hear his signature laugh, and now you know he's not joking.

"I'm coming to pick you up! A change of scenery is always a good idea after a nightmare - especially when the nightmare occurs where you're trying to sleep. I'll just leave a note for Lucifer, and bring you back to the Castle. This is going to be so much fun," he says excitedly. An impromptu sleepover with the Future King of the Devildom does sound like a fun idea - but doesn't he have more important things to do than to entertain you?

"Lord Dia-"

"AH! What did I say about using my titles when it's just us?" You can't help but to let out a tiny giggle, and it sends his heart over the Devildom moon.

"Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. I just don't want to be a burden on you. It's late, and I'm sure you have more important things to-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off again. How can you possibly think you could ever be a burden to him? "I had just finished my work for the night when you called, and Barbatos hasn't even started the tea yet. We are just going to quickly portal over to you, and bring you back. It will be no trouble for us at all. Please, let me help you." Please, just let him take care of you. If you could see the look in his eyes right now, you'd see how much he yearns to pamper you with all of his affections. You spend so much time time and energy taking care of all of your demons, he wants so badly to be the one doing the same for you. Let him show you that he can be there for you, that he is capable of being your protector - even if it's from terrors created by your own mind.

"Okay...if you're really sure, then I'm game. Can you just give me like...five minutes?" He honestly doesn't have to ask you twice to hang out, you'll take any excuse to see Diavolo. You don't want to inconvenience him, but he's insisting, so why not take the gorgeous golden-eyed demon up on his offer? And even if you won't be able to fall back asleep, at least you'll have his company; his perfect smile, his soothing voice, the warm embrace of his hugs...

Before the Prince can even answer, he hears the sound of you jumping off of your bed and running around in your room. He can't help but to let out a small chuckle at how cute he thinks you are. He would tell you that there's no need to bother yourself, that you may come as you are - but as he finds himself in front of his own mirror, straightening his tie and hand-combing his hair, he relates to wanting to look impressionable for the person you're so deeply in love with. He's unsure if you return his feelings, but the idea of you scrambling around your room just to look cute for him for a surprise date has heat rising to his cheeks - which is ironic, seeing as you're doing exactly that.

"Of course! I'll send you a text just before we head over," he replies. Just after saying your goodbyes and hanging up, you race to your bathroom to freshen up your face. You had already tore off your jacket and discarded half of whatever other comfortable clothes you had worn to bed that night. Is this really about to happen?! Talk about a plot twist! One moment you're thrashing around in bed consumed with your nightmares, and the next your about to be picked up by the Future King to go hang out with him at the Demon Lord's Castle - your life can be such a rollercoaster at times.

You quickly wash your face at the sink, splashing the water in your face once more and staring into your owns eyes in the mirror, making sure this isn't also a dream. You've experienced nested dreaming a few times in your life, and it would sure as hell be disappointing if you weren't really about to see Diavolo. You shake your head, brushing off the thought, before turning off the water and exiting the bathroom.

You walk back across your room, and freeze in the doorway of your closet. The back of your closet is so dark - no matter how long you let your eyes adjust, the shadows casted in the back corners of the room still have this eerily ominous feeling. Your hand shakily reaches out towards the light switch, the hair on your arm standing up as anxiety courses through your veins. Just as you're about to flip the light switch on, a loud ding comes from your DDD, and you can't help but to jump. Your heart pounds in your chest for a few seconds before you remember why your phone had dinged - they must be on their way. Damn it! You're nowhere near ready! You flip the light on and start scrambling through your clothes, pulling out a pair of cute pajamas and putting them on. 

Just as you are pulling the bottoms up to your hips, you hear a slight cracking sound coming from the hallway, followed by a low humming noise. Barbatos' portal - they must be standing outside. Just as you arrive at the door, you hear a light knock, and you open it to find the Prince standing there in his RAD uniform, fist still raised to knock a second time. Behind him you can see Barbatos still in Diavolo's room, on the other side of the portal, his back turned to you as he sets a tray of sweets down on the glass coffee table by the bed. You look up at the gorgeous demon in front of you, and you can't help but to smile as your eyes connect with his. And the way he smiles back down at you, with a radiance brighter than any Celestial sun, is enough to make a small flurry of butterflies dance around in your stomach.

"Hey there! Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one second. Just need to grab my jacket real quick-" you go to turn around and pick up your jacket that you had previously thrown onto the floor, but Diavolo's voice interrupts you once again.

"There's no need," he says in his usually jovial tone, "I can have Barbatos light the fireplace if you'd like." Just then, you see the Butler turn around and nod at you, before speaking to you through the portal.

"Yes, and I have just started steeping a fresh pot of Hellfire Rose Tea. We have plenty of warm blankets, fresh from the dryer. You will not go cold in our care," says Barbatos, his lips curving upward in a knowing smile. For half a moment you wonder to yourself if he already knows what the course of tonight's events will be, but you don't really have too much time to wonder about that right now. 

"And of course, if all else fails, there is this." Looking down at his own chest, he starts unbuttoning his red RAD jacket. A blush creeps across your face as he unbuckles the golden belt and pulls the coat off of his large frame, holding it out for you to slide into. Your heart feels as though it is going to jump into your throat as you slide in your arms, the scent of Diavolo's cologne filling your senses as you pull the jacket tighter to your chest. The coat is rather baggy and long on you, but you feel so cozy that you don't even care. 

"Thank you so much for all of this, Dia," you say with a light blush still on your cheeks as you look up at him bashfully. Hearing the little nickname you've given him, the Young Prince can't help but to blush as well. No one has ever been so informal with him; he hopes you'll use it more, the sound of it coming from your lips like music to his ears. You move to try to take a step forward, but your feet accidentally step on the bottom of the coat, causing you to stumble forward a little.

"Oops, I suppose I didn't take that into account. Here, let me help you with that." And before you can even ask, Diavolo bends down and scoops you up in his arms. You let out a small yip as you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, your little human hands struggling to grip him through the oversized coat sleeves as he adjusts you in his hold. He turns around with you to walk back towards the portal, and you tap his shoulder to stop him for a moment.

"Wait! One sec..." With your right arm hooked around him, you raise your left, shaking it a bit so the sleeve falls down your arm. Your reach your hand out behind him, focusing all of your energy towards the DDD that you dropped on your bed earlier. You close your eyes, visualizing in your mind the phone rising up off the bed and floating into your hand. The more you focus on it, the stronger your intent becomes, and a surge of magical energy within you causes you to open your eyes back up just as the phone glides itself across the room and into your grasp. At the feeling of the phone's plastic case hitting your hand, your eyes widen in surprise as you let out a joyful laugh. "I can't believe it finally worked..." You show Diavolo the phone you just grabbed telekinetically, pride filling your chest and spreading to the smirk on your face.

"Nicely done! Seems as though your sorcery lessons are paying off." That same pride fills the Prince's chest, for you find new ways to surprise and impress him every day.

"Thanks, I've been working quite hard on that particular skill." You slide the phone into one of the coat's pockets before wrapping your arm back around him. He walks the two of you through the portal, and over towards the grey-striped couch next to his bed. The cracking noise of the portal closing rings out once again, the subsequent hum it produced now falling silent. The only sound currently filling the room is that of Barbatos arranging a tea set on the glass top of the coffee table, along with the slight squeak of the couch cushions as Diavolo sits down with you, setting you in his lap as he leans back into the corner of the couch. You unwrap your arms from around his neck, making yourself comfortable and leaning back against him, your cheek resting against his collar bone as you drape an arm across his torso. Diavolo wraps his arms around you, pulling you just a little bit closer, and your eyes flutter closed at the warm embrace. That is, until, you remember...

"Oh, fuck," you exclaim, your eyes snapping back open, "did we ever leave a note for Lucifer?" Sure, the Young Prince is best friends with the Avatar of Pride, but it's still usually better for you to ask for permission from Lucifer rather than forgiveness. The Morningstar is no stranger to handing down punishments - even to his favorite human. Diavolo looks down at you, and the look on your face must have been priceless, for you can feel the laughter building up and shaking his chest before ringing out into the open air.

"Yes, in fact, I sent him a text message before making my way over to you. The last thing we want is a concerned Lucifer tearing apart the realm looking for you." And the last thing Diavolo wants is an intrusion by the Eldest Demon Brother. Lucifer always prides himself on how well he looks after you, always stepping up to the plate when he is needed the most. And while he admires all of the traits that afford Lucifer's status as the Avatar of Pride and Right Hand of the Future King, Diavolo sometimes feels as though it hinders his ability to get closer to you. He does his best to mask his jealousy, but you don't miss the way he pulls you just a little bit tighter to his chest. You can feel a faint tingle coming from the location of Leviathan's pact mark, causing your eyebrows to slightly furrow. Was Lord Diavolo really feeling envious towards Lucifer? Over you? Your eyes quickly dart over to Barbatos, who is currently walking out of the bedroom door, most likely to fetch the pot of tea. As the sin continues to stimulate the sigil on your skin, you can only deduce that it must be Diavolo. 

"Indeed, the last thing we want is for our time together to be cut short," you say, looking up into those gorgeous honey eyes of his, "At this point, I'm kinda glad I had that stupid nightmare..." The way he gazes down at you, so loving and full of affection, causes your heart to start beating at a rapid pace. You aren't sure if you're reading the situation correctly, but the moment just feels so...right. Impulse has led you both to this exact moment, and into the arms of the demon you've been pining over for so long. Perhaps your instincts will be right again this time.

Your hand floats up to cup his cheek, and immediately you can feel him lean into your touch. You hear him murmur your name, spoken in a tone laced with a longing you hadn't heard from him before. You both lean into each other, your lips meeting in a kiss that you both felt like you had waited an eternity for - like you both had been trekking across a barren desert, and you finally found an oasis in each other. Your hands glide up so they lace through his hair, as he pulls you so you're facing him, his hands resting on your hips. You lightly nibble his bottom lip, at which you can feel his large hands give your hips a little squeeze, and he obliges you by deepening the kiss that you're both so entranced by. 

You're both so lost each in other's tender embrace, wanting so badly for the moment to continue on endlessly, that you don't even hear Barbatos re-enter the room. The Butler was really doing his best not to interrupt the two of you - he was happy to finally see the Young Master making progress with you, in regards to his admiration. Neither of you had heard the sounds of the door opening and closing shut, so he was a little surprised that the sound of the teaspoon clinking on the glass tabletop is what grabbed your attention. You jump a little bit, your nose bumping into his slightly, before looking over your shoulder to see Barbatos with an amused look on his face - you erupt into laughter, with the other two following soon after. 

"My apologies, I did not mean to interrupt the two of you. However, the tea is ready, along with a few snacks that I have prepared that I know you are both fond of." You give Diavolo a little peck on the cheek, causing him to have the goofiest grin in all three realms, before sliding off of his lap and sitting next to him. Your hands have a slight tremble from all of the excitement, and the last thing you want to do is spill scorching hot Hellfire Rose Tea all over Diavolo and yourself. You reach for the cup of tea Barbatos prepared for you, about to take a sip as the Butler hands a plate of sweets to the Prince.

"Would you like for me to enchant the tea? To ensure that your nightmares will cease," he asks, as he crosses the room to put some music on the record player, turning the volume down so that it may play in the background. 

"No," you say with a slight blush, your eyes darting to Diavolo from behind your teacup, "I have Dia now, so I think I'm good." You smirk as you take a sip, maintaining eye contact with Diavolo as he takes a bite into his Hellfire Mushroom Rolled Cigar Cookie, the blush spreading across his tan face as your words sink in.

The two of you spend quite a bit of time together that night, just sitting in each other's arms and talking about everything and nothing. It started off just chatting in more detail about the contents of your nightmare, but quickly digressed into talking of your fears, your dreams, your ambitions, your aspirations. Diavolo has never connected with another being like this before, and he's all the more glad he gets to grow such a connection with you. And while he listens to your voice, he comes to the realization that there's no one else he'd rather bare his infernal soul to in all three realms. His visions of the future always have you in it, and he couldn't be happier to hear that you feel the same way. You both continue to exchange stories of your fondest memories, making plans to create new memories together in the future. 

Just as Diavolo gets halfway though his story - one of the many tales of him causing chaos to then sneak out of the Castle - he feels the weight of your cheek fall against his shoulder. Your breathing steady and one of your hands gripping his shirt as you accidentally fall asleep in his lap. Between his soothing voice, the soft lull of the music, and feeling completely safe in his arms, you couldn't help but to drift off to dreamland. And he can't help but to just sit and watch you for a moment; you look so beautifully at peace in your slumber, he wants to etch it into his mind permanently. He eventually picks you up as gently as possible - you only stir once or twice. The first time at the motion of him picking you up; the second when he sets you down on his bed and you subconsciously miss the feeling of his warm embrace as he goes to quickly change his clothes. 

He slides into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, your back pressing up against his chest. As your feel his warmth envelop you, you turn over to face him, one of your arms wrapping around him as well while you're only half awake. He lays on his back, pulling you on top of him, and you lightly nuzzle his chest and mumble an 'I love you' before you fall back fully asleep again. Diavolo's heart feels so full - he never knew three simple words could mean so much to him. He presses a kiss into the top of your head before laying back and shutting his eyes, happier than he's ever been in his life. And while he doesn't want you having anymore nightmares, he'd give anything to spend the rest of his nights like this with you.

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[brokenbytheircursedlove]

THE DEMON BROS REACTING TO MC GETTING CURSED BY A LOVE POTION Pt.2

SUMMARY: You and Solomon were doing a potion for class, but you messed up. In present, you're unconscious with the demon brothers surrounding you and yelling at Solomon as if it's his fault. Solomon came in use by telling them the effect of the potion: "The first person they see after waking up will be the person who they will cling on to the whole day."

WARNINGS: getting cursed ig..., suggestive themes in asmo

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan- Pt.1

Why do I always decide to help that old sorcerer?...

SATAN

Satan is the first one to notice that you opened your eyes and looks like after opening your eyes the first demon you saw was Satan. Unlike his older brothers he immediately went to your side holding your hand, making you blush like crazy. In response to your blush and his actions, whines and complaints could be heard from his brothers. He shrugged them off, making sure of your well-being. You suddenly cling on to him, making his smug facade drop aka making him blush. He picks you up bridal style in front of his brothers and walks through them, leaving his brothers' jaw dropped.

"My kitten, I wonder how a human like you can be better than every romance novel ever written~"

Smug demon alert

Oh, so you think you will get to pamper him and all that? Well, you're wrong. This man won't let you leave his sight for a second.

Will continuously pet your head like a kitten, intertwine your fingers with his, comb your hair with his fingers and if you decide to pamper him, he will slightly chuckle and kiss you. not like you're complaining.

Offers to read your favourite novels with you.

If you really want to make him blush wear cat ears and meow/purr, he'll be on his knees.

Next day, you'll wake up to you laying your head on his chest and being surrounded by cats and books.

ASMODEUS

Asmo is already by your side holding your hand before you opened your eyes. Hence, it was not a surprise when you saw him first and cling onto him. Like mammon, he boasted about how you would obviously see him first but unlike mammon, his words were not a tsundere act. Instead of picking you up he holds your hand and leads you to his room, shooing mammon's whines in revolt.

"I have you all to myself~ Oh, how wonderful~"

Smug demon alert 2.0

Will most definitely plan a whole spa day with you.

He, also, like a certain big brother of his does not let you pamper him.

He gives you kisses all over making sure each one leaves a lip stain.

He also makes sure you do nothing but relax. This demon is the king of care and will make you know that.

During your spa session makes sure you're holding hands with him.

flirts with you the whole time.

He also takes you out for drinks afterwards. Of course you don't get drunk, but he does.

The next day, you come out limping of his room with a so called burn on your neck.

BEELZEBUB

He was stress eating a burger when you awoke but the hearts in your eyes didn't care about that. His eyes finally fell on you when you almost stumbled standing up. He was about to help you before you wrapped your arms around his neck, hanging on him. He dropped his burger' blushing. How could he not? You looked so small and adorable compared to him. Trust me, if he could, he would have gobbled you up by now. He picks you up like a child letting your legs wrap around his waist. Carrying you to his room while allowing Belphie to follow.

"MC, Can I taste you please?"

Will kiss you just to taste your skin (with permission of course)

Will also take you to an all you can eat buffet.

If you decide to stay at home and pamper him, he will turn into an adorable blushing demon in no time.

Offer to cook him food, he is over the moon. the fact that I am writing this but have absolutely no cooking abilities.

will offer you a cuddle session with Belphie. If you refuse Belphie will become all pouty, but who cares about that.

next day, Beel will be quite clingy of you.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie was the least bothered and was happily standing sleeping. He groaned when his precious sleep was interrupted by having someone's arms wrap around his neck from the side. He opened his eyes about to yell at the person before he saw you, clinging on to him with such an adorable close-eyed smile on your face. He immediately blushes. His sin washes away as adrenaline rushes through his body, offering you to climb on his back and takes you to his room.

"I, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth declares you as the best pillow in all the three realms."

cuddles you to death. again

if you decide to lay his head on your lap thighs he will never let you go.

he is not used to get so much affection from you because of you know what, but right now he is back in the celestial realm.

run your hands through his hair. Please.

Whisper sweet nothings in his ear and he will lock you and him both in the attic.

next day, you wake up to Belphie's tail wrapped around your thigh while he is still asleep.

Now, for the bonus you all have been waiting for:

BONUS

Solomon was desperately trying to get the brothers (specifically lucifer, mammon) off his back. Trying to convince them he did not do it purposefully. Hence, he was thrown off guard when he felt a sudden weight on his left arm. The brothers' and his jaw dropped when they saw you clinging to Solomon's arm. A decently pink blush found its way to his cheeks as he curses himself for not considering this as a possibility. Somehow convincing the brothers, he took you back to purgatory hall. You held his hand through the way resulting the sorcerer to attain butterflies in his stomach.

"If I could, I would keep you all to myself, away from those demons and angels"

fortunately, the angels were not at home.

Please MC, stop pampering him like this, stop running your hands through his hair, stop giving his forehead kisses from time to time and please stop flattering him. He is too old for this he'll die.

will offer to cook for you but the potion is not strong enough for you to march yourself towards death.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed your daily dose of rick roll yesterday. Please ask me to write anything, i have limited ideas.

[mee-op]

satan absolutely looks to books and movies for cute date ideas. he loves the thought of dancing in the rain, staying up all night to watch stupid rom coms, cuddling by the fire, stargazing for so long until both of you fall asleep, going out for coffee early in the morning.

he knows they're all cliche and cheesy but he likes cliche and cheesy. and he hopes you don't make fun of him too much when you find out, and if you could maybe humour him with some of his stupid ideas.

but also the thought that maybe the two of you are soulmates makes him so flustered >.<

[zephyrchama]

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

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

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

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

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

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

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

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

[hopeluna-archived]

Thinking about......Solomon who randomly gives your cheek a small lick just to see that disgusted expression of yours as you look at him while frantically wiping your cheek with your hand, and then wiping your hand on his sleeve with mumbles of "ew ew ew ew ew".

All while he has a shit-eating grin on his face, watching you question your entire relationship with him.

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me girls and Dateables - Part 3

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of violence and threats, mentions of concubines (no concubines, tho), implied marriage (??), jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, the most ooc out of every part of the series, Barbatos's part is based on one of his chats (A patissier's suffering?)

A/N at the end.

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Diavolo

So the Devildom had concubines, what about it? It's not like Diavolo had any concubines. You were his only partner and, apparently, the first one in a long while. You had nothing to worry about.

Still, it was impossible not to feel so dejected when every single one of the demons in his court buttered him up so blatantly, not caring that you were next to him, arms linked and fingers intertwined.

And he smiled. Of course, what else could he do but smile? He had a duty to fulfill and that probably meant keeping certain people happy, right?

At least, that was the mantra in your head. Your heart kept hurting itself, but having a reason made it manageable.

"Well? Have you thought about it?"

You turned to your side and stared at the demoness beside you. She was mesmerizing and looking at her directly made you lose focus.

Have I thought about it? I haven't stop thinking about it.

"Remember that I'm acting on behalf of his wellbeing" she said sweetly, caressing your wrist like she wanted to flirt with you "And I guess I could make you happy too"

That made you laugh without an ounce of humor. Both of you knew she wasn't being serious about that one and you wondered why she said it in the first place. Making her Diavolo's concubine would make her his wife in everything but paper. Did she expect giving you orgasms would make you happier about it?

"Leave me alone" you whispered against your drink, not trusting your voice to act decently.

"How can you be so selfish?" she spat, leaving you speechless "This is for his own good. How long will you live, human? Do you expect him to be alone after your death? My only wish is to keep him company once you're gone and starting now would make the transition easier. He'll still love you, sure, but this way he could be happier. How can you not understand something so simple?"

A demon she was, you remembered. Had you been a regular human, you would've believed her concerned face, but to you it was obvious how impatient she was and how much she wanted to leave you there, alone and breaking, so she could finally speak to Diavolo.

"MC"

Both of you jumped, turning around just to see Barbatos's unfazed smile.

"Lord Diavolo asks for you" he informed when you didn't answer, too surprised to react. "Follow me if you please"

"If I may" intervened your companion, close to giving you a heart attack "I must speak to Prince Diavolo. It's an urgent matter"

The butler looked at you, asking for your permission, but you didn't know how to react. It seemed your throat decided to stop working at that exact moment.

"Very well, then"

The demoness eagerly jumped at his words, not wasting a second in leaving the corner you were occupying to look for the prince, who had finally stopped talking to his subjects and was sitting alone in his throne.

Barbatos stared at her before offering you his arm.

"You have nothing to worry about"

He seemed confident, so you believed him. However, the distance you walked towards the throne felt longer than ever.

Your boyfriend looked unnaturally serious at your arrival, an expression his face was not made for. It softened when he saw you, but, still, he didn't fully smile.

"My love, come here" he palmed his thigh and not in a million years would you reject that offer.

Diavolo smiled at the speed you moved, barely restraining himself from kissing you. Instead, he turned to the demoness and presented her to you.

"I believe you've met her already, MC. Did you know about her offer? Did you know she wishes to serve me?"

He patiently waited for your answer, holding you against his chest and caressing your hip bones with the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, making you shiver.

Serve? That's the word she decided to use? She wasn't lying, sure, but it was far from the intention she actually had.

"We talked about it" you said in the end.

There was silence for a few seconds, broken only by the sounds of people still drinking and dancing. Diavolo and Barbatos looked at each other, having a conversation no one else could hear.

"I take it you rejected her proposition?"

Obviously.

You nodded and he cupped your face with a sad frown. Your heart skipped a beat.

"That's a pity, my love"

For a moment you moved away from him, too lost in your incredulity to answer or even acknowledge the crazy smile on the demoness's face, but, not even a second later, Diavolo brought you back to him and continued.

"She would've make a wonderful lady in waiting"

Huh?

"Wait, what?"

Both of you ignored the woman, who looked like she'd been slapped in the face with something rotten, which, in her mind, was probably accurate.

"I asked to serve you, my Lord, not the human..."

"Beware your words" interrupted Barbatos, his tail swishing behind him like a whip.

She stopped talking then, very obviously swallowing her opinions. Diavolo speaked again.

"By serving you, she'll serve me. Give her an opportunity to make you happy and, if she fails, we'll get rid of her"

What did he mean, get rid of her? You opened your mouth to ask, but he jerked his leg, making you jump. His smile was wide, but his eyes held a warning.

You decided to let it go.

"Okay"

Diavolo laughed as loud as he usually did, finally hugging you and ignoring both Barbatos's reprimanding glance and the demoness's sour expression.

But wait.

Wait.

He said 'lady in waiting'. Like... Uh...

Were you getting married?

Barbatos

'I'll be waiting in the classroom'

That's what his last message said.

And you'd never be dumb enough to reject that invitation. ¿Spending time with your boyfriend and eating his homemade cookies? Hell yeah!

You just had to be careful not to catch Beel's attention, avoiding the main hallways and hiding between the taller students, which were almost everyone.

By the time you finally arrived to the classroom (you got lost, but you'd never admit that to anyone), you were fairly sure all of your classmates had already gone home.

Alas, you were wrong.

Barbatos's figure was as composed as ever, but you knew him just enough to know how irritated he actually was. Were you this late? It was never your intention!

But no, no, that wasn't the root of the problem.

You knew her, kinda. Not personally, but you'd seen her a lot of times in the castle, cleaning plates in the kitchen or clearing up the table after one of Diavolo's dinner parties. She looked weird in the school's uniform instead of the one the maids used, but you guessed they too had to go to RAD, just like the brothers did.

So why did Barbatos look so uncomfortable?

Both of them stared at you when you entered, walking towards him while staring at her in search of an explanation.

"MC! You're finally here"

He smiled at you with candid eyes, discreetly holding your hand and restraining himself from kissing you in front of the girl, who cleared her throat to break the moment and grinned at Barbatos like you weren't there at all.

Foolish mistake if you'd ever seen one.

Your boyfriend frowned before turning in her direction, clearly giving her one last oportunity before kicking her out of there and reclaiming his alone time with you.

The girl purposely made herself meek, lowering her gaze as if making visual contact with him was too much, something you could totally understand.

"Master Barbatos, please, I'm begging you. I just wish to learn"

You raised your eyebrows and waited for his answer. Instead, she kept talking.

"I'll follow every one of your orders, sir, I promise" arms behind her back and body slightly swaying, you now understood why he was in the edge of snapping "The others don't appreciate you as much as I do. I'll be your best student"

He stared at her, you stared at her, she stared at him, batting her lashes with a weirdly fake innocent smile.

Her demeanor vanished when the Royal Butler spoke.

"I recomend you stop this nonsense at once" he finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence "You're embarrassing yourself and Lord Diavolo's service's good reputation"

The poor maid gaped like a fish, although you weren't feeling bad for her.

You stayed behind him, closing the distance as much as possible while staring at her over his shoulder. If you ate a cookie now, would it be too much? He'd probably forgive you, but you'd rather not risk your chances.

"You will stay on cleaning duty as long as I say and you will stop the rumors that I know have been traveling all around the castle"

She lowered her gaze again, this time in submission and humiliation. His voice sounded venomous and you could swear the room's temperature dropped a few degrees. The air was still and smelled damped and rottening.

"If the gossip hasn't disappear by midnight, rest assured, I will make sure you keep your mouth fully shut"

The threat was clear in his words, something that shouldn't, but still surprised you. The maid trembled in response before bowing and running out the classroom.

You stared at the door in surprise, not turning around until he talked again.

"Do forgive me, my dear, but you know how much I dispise rats"

He sounded scarier than ever, letting his forked tongue slip between his teeth before he searched around the room, like he was trying to find more pests.

Then, he turned to you and smiled like nothing happened, holding a cookie to your mouth as the tips of his gloved fingers caressed your jaw.

"Let's forget about this ordeal, MC. After all, I saved these just for you"

Solomon

If there was something worse than feeling jealous, it was Solomon knowing you were jealous.

You thought you could catch a break, uh? Well, you couldn't be more wrong: your boyfriend knew the moment he saw you staring at that witch.

She was cute, you guessed? Nothing exceptional, but not hideous either. You wouldn't mind at all if not for the fact that she used her appearance like a nuclear weapon.

"Oh, you're so cute!" she'd told you once "I wish I was as cute as you!"

And at first you thought nothing of it. She was just being nice! A little weird about it, sure, but who wasn't weird in RAD?

Except, she wasn't looking at you when she said that, but, instead, at your boyfriend.

Of course, Solomon, unbothered as ever, was too engrossed in the cooking book he'd borrowed from the library to pay attention.

(Later that night you had to order takeout, but you were already counting on that).

The point was: she was trying too hard. You couldn't blame her, really, you dated Solomon for a reason; but still. She was getting on your nerves.

"I'm so dumb... I'll never get it! Solomon, can you help me with this?"

Opening a door with magic? Difficult? Yeah, right.

"I've never dated a human before... How is it, MC? I bet Solomon is a great boyfriend"

He has his moments.

"Solomon! Sit with me, I saved you a seat! Why? Oh, I concentrate better when you're here!"

Shit, could she concentrate at all?

"You're so powerful! You'll have to let me have him for a night, MC! He could teach me a couple of things..."

You closed your fist, staring at her with a frown while talking yourself out of mauling her across the table. You didn't need Lucifer's rants about impropriety and self restraint on top of all of this.

"MC and I have a lesson tonight" the sorcerer said with a polite smile, unusually kind eyes and an unreadable expression "Would you like to tag along?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, lowering her gaze in embarrassment, although you weren't sure if she was really embarrassed.

"Could we hang out alone, tho? I don't want MC to see how dumb I am. They're so much better than me! I bet I need you more than they do!"

Well, you didn't need to study with her to know she was dumb as bricks.

You looked at Solomon, opening your eyes so much in bewilderment that even the insides of your cornea were getting dry. Not a second later he turned to you, smiling with mischief, and then you remembered who were you actually dating.

"It's either this or nothing. Be in Purgatory Hall at 6, we won't be waiting for you"

The witch quickly looked at you, frustrated at his words. It wasn't ideal, you knew, thirdwheeling your crush and his partner in a study date, but what else did she expect? Every other option was plain stupid.

"Okay"

She snorted, trying to hide the disgust and disappoinment without much success. Once she left you alone, swaying her hips and her ponytail, you punched Solomon in the arm and reveled in his pain.

"MC!! Relax!"

"Don't tell me to relax!"

You tried to choke him, but he hid his neck under his shoulders before you could lift yourself to reach him better. He knew you too well.

"MC, I have an idea! You'll like it, believe me!"

"Oh, really?"

"I swear!"

Once free from your attacks, Solomon avoided your eyes and stared at his hands. It took him a couple of seconds before he could look at you again, cheeks red, while he spoke from his heart.

"I couldn't care less about her attempts, MC, but she's obviously making you uncomfortable. I won't let this keep going if I can do something about it"

"But why did you invite her to our lesson, then?"

He laughed in a carefree manner, still blushing while he took your hands in his, looking at you like he was about to uncover a precious secret.

"As your teacher, I want you to explore your potential to the maximum"

His voice lowered to a whisper and you got closer to him, letting your body shiver when his breath caressed the skin of your neck.

"Say, MC, wouldn't you like to have your very own training dummy?"

Simeon

Oh, the privileges of being friends with the most powerful demons in the Devildom.

All you had to do was pout a little and act like you were miserable, missing the warmth of the sun and the familiar scenery of the human world. Of course, all of them knew you were exaggerating, but none would take the risk of actually making you sad.

So there you were, waiting for your drinks while Simeon sunbathed outside, sitting in one of those ornate metal chairs and writing some loose ideas for his next book in a napkin. After all, you'd be crazy if you ever went to the human realm without using the opportunity to have a date with your sweetheart of a boyfriend.

If not for the brightness of his suit, he would look like a college student from an old movie, all dreamy and focused in his own world.

And, apparently, you weren't the only one thinking that.

There were a group of girls outside the cafe, all of them young, maybe even fresh out of high school, staring at Simeon like he was some kind of celebrity. Maybe it was his angelic charisma? Maybe it was just his good looks? Whatever the reason, the girls seemed ready enough to conquer the world and they wanted to start with your boyfriend.

You studied your surroundings, realizing with an uncomfortable weigh in your chest just how busy the place was. There was no way you were getting your order in less than five minutes, even being the first in line, so the only thing you could do was wait and hope the girls wouldn't bother Simeon too much.

They stayed in a closed circle for a few moments until one of them finally dared to go and talk to him. She tried to sit in the second chair, but Simeon stopped her with a quick movement of his hand, probably saying he was saving it for you.

That made you laugh, but you were starting to get second hand embarrassment. You could tell she was trying hard to catch his attention, twirling her hair around her finger and hugging her waist to make her breasts look bigger.

You couldn't see Simeon's face, but, by the way he was scratching the paper, it was obvious he was losing focus on whatever he was previously writing, which would only make him irritated.

Fortunately, and rather rudely, the waitress finally gave you the styrofoam cups and immediately ignored you again, but you couldn't care less. The girl returned to her friends just as you stepped out of the cafe, letting you know part of what happened.

"He said he didn't know what part of him made him look interested in me" she snarled with a hint of hurt in her voice, trying to hide it with offense "That I should find someone that actually finds me entertaining"

Her friends gasped and you had to stop yourself from laughing. He wasn't usually that snappy, but she did interrupt his daydreaming.

"I don't even care what he thinks, he's just some dude! I can catch anyone I want, you know?"

Anyone but him, apparently, but the only thing her friends could do was agree.

Shaking your head and holding one drink in each hand, you stopped the eavesdropping and hurried towards him, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek and smiling softly when he raised his hands to stroke your hair. He was warm from the sun, but he still curled close to you even after letting you sit next to him.

The girls audibly gasped at your actions, clearly offended by your presence as if Simeon would change his mind if they waited enough.

You couldn't bring yourself to pay them attention. Not when he was caressing your knuckles with such love in his touch and a feeling so deep in his eyes that it made your heart violently stop.

"So what were you writing?"

He smiled and eagerly showed you the napkin. By the time you turned around, the girls were already gone.

Tagging the party: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae @eliciria @darkflowerav

Author's note:

Simeon's part sucked the soul out of me (not in the good way), but at least it's well-written. Also, this will be the last part for now: I don't know Mephisto, Raphael or Thirteen enough, so they won't be in any of my posts (for now)