Exhaustion felt like too small a word for what weighed on you after a full day of errands and schoolwork back at RAD.
Eventually, you make your way home.
Your footsteps echo through the grand halls of the House of Lamentation—heavy, uneven, each step louder than the last. A tired sigh slips past your lips as you drag yourself toward your room at the very end of the corridor.
“All I want is a good, looooong nap,” you murmur, twisting the doorknob.
You don’t bother turning on the lights. The faint glow filtering through your window is enough—casting the room in a soft haze that only deepens the drowsiness settling into your bones.
Your heavy bag drops to the floor with a dull thud. You slip off your shoes, shrug off your RAD coat, and stretch your arms overhead with a groan—savoring the relief before you finally collapse onto it.
Your bed looks devastatingly inviting in the dim light. You can almost feel it already—the warmth, the softness, the way it’ll swallow you whole the moment you sink into it.
You hum softly to yourself, blinking away the last of your responsibilities before letting your body fall forward—
Flop!
As you land, something feels… off.
The ends of the bed, they seem to be upright now,
“What the—?!”
Before you can react, you’re suddenly engulfed by your blanket—but there’s something else there too. A Someone. Startled, you tug the blanket down, only to be met with a familiar, sweet smile.
Beelzebub.
Few crumbs had clung to his cheek. Gah, you should probably check that later before you end up with ants on your bed.
You let out a soft sigh, returning his smile despite the tiredness. “Hey, Beel… whatcha doing? …On my bed?”
He only hums, looking far too glad. “Heard you were tired after the student council meeting earlier. I thought you might need a hug.”
“By hiding under my blanket?”
“…For a surprise, Asmo said it was a good idea.”
A soft laugh escapes you, as you settle against him, resting your head on his chest while his arms wrap around you tighter, steady and comforting.
He’s warm. So, so warm.
And before long, the exhaustion you carried all day finally wins. Together, you drift into a deep, well-deserved sleep after a long day.
Might expand this idea but gosh.. I’d love to write a little drabble about Beel and little things he does/stuff you notice about him that makes you realize he’s actually such a submissive person in bed. Like how he always follows orders to the best of his ability. He’s always reliable, strong, and quite stoic. When MC starts to notice they might find little ways to tease him until he’s fully under their command and he’s a little confused to how he got this way, but he loves it.
the satan effect is literally so real 😭 no matter your favorite character, if you pay too much attention to satan, that character might become a side chick by tomorrow
….not to say you and beel aren’t locked in..
Ahhhhh,, I mean Nightbringer and the original game are basically all poly relationships anywayyyy I can have my cake and eat it too come onnn 😭 LMAO. But idk they both have a special place in my heart although they like to play tug of war with me 🥴😅 !!
sorry im. you mentioned an entire post dedicated to how kissing w/ beel would be like
sits wide eyed and curious, very patient
hiii I’m so sorry it took me a MILLION years to answer this ask omg. Basically I did have a small lil post talking about how Beel would kiss here.
HOWEVER , !! Since it’s sweet Beel’s birthday today I’d like to fulfill this and talk way more about him and his yummy kisses hehe. So let’s go!!
First Kiss: I think your first kiss with Beel would be soft and sweet. A shy peck from you cause you just couldn’t help it. Beel has always been a messy eater since he’s so enthusiastic about good food. You’d gone on a little outing with him and you’d both gotten some ice cream. He wanted to try a new flavor today- HellBent Banana and Killer Kiwi swirl from a new sweets shop nearby RAD. You’d just gotten a simple EvilVanilla cone with extra bat sprinkles on top. Beel being adorable as usual had such a cute grin while licking his cone. He’d gotten some sweet melted cream on the corner of his mouth after devouring the whole thing in a few licks and bites. You stared at his beautiful violet eyes, and couldn’t help but pull him forward by his shirt and kiss him. His lips were a little cold but they were so sweet and plush. You pulled away because he’d been shocked and didn’t really kiss you back.
With a shy look, you’d said “Oh.. sorry Beel I just um…” you started to look down feeling a bit ashamed for not asking his permission first. He was completely silent. You look back up almost tearing up because you’d felt so bad but to your surprise he had the goofiest grin on his flushed face.
“Don’t apologize. I uhm.. liked that a lot. And you— I like you a lot too hehe..” he rubbed the back of his neck and reached out to hold your hand.
Slow kisses/Deep Kisses: A bit of time passed since you and Beel had started dating. (Now we’re getting INTO it ;)). Sweet Beel had turned a bit spicy after a few months go by. He has trouble holding back when he wants things. When he gets into the mood for you, you can definitely tell. It’ll start with slow hands around your waist, his fingers winding down to touch and grab you anywhere he can. He’ll lean in and whisper into your ear about how “you look so good today” and if he’s really in the mood— “you’re so fucking sexy baby. I can’t help myself”, with a low growl. He’ll pepper kisses into your skin, starting with your neck and he might take a few small nibbles. When he comes back up to kiss you he’d press his whole body into you, you can feel how much he wants you by then. His warm lips would leave you breathless and his tongue (good DIAVOLO) would entangle with yours so sensually. Everything this man does with his mouth is definitely. dark. magic.
,,, I am truly……..,, lord. I love Beel but sometimes Satan reeeeaaallllllyyyyy just… UGH. His green eyes and hIS ASMR TRACKS OMG!! I just !! Want to!! **** *** ******* ****! 😭 Sorry I need to take care of an issue that’s pressing rn and it is the RIVER OF TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY LEGS!
a/n: basically what you call them or what they call you to let you know the fun is about to start//the mood is just right ;) anywho- BEEPBEEP WEEEWOOOO, this mature content/I suppose suggestive so watch your step!!
Lucifer: For him it’s “Darling”, especially when you rile him up a bit too much, or step too far out of bounds. Suddenly he’s saying “Darling.. you know the boundaries we’ve set. So why be such a little nuisance the whole day hm?” He’d ask, definitely about to bend you over his desk. He says it with such a dark and alluring energy. You know that you’ll be sore for the next few days at least.
Mammon: He’s a bit basic when it comes to pet names. His would be “baby”. Especially if he’s coming home late from a night out after having way too much demonus. You’d hear the door slam and the creak of his footsteps towards the bedroom.
“Baaaaabbbyyyyyyy. Where’s my baby?? MC…” he’d be all over the place.
You’d sigh, a bit annoyed because it’s the 2nd time this week he’d come home wasted!
“Mamms. I told you not to drink so much.” You sit up from your spot in bed, arms crossed.
Mammon’s stumbling towards the bed and says “Hehe.. did I ever tell you you’re so… hehe… so prettyyyyyy” he’d slur, reaching out to touch your face.
You roll your eyes.
“Mammon we are not doing it tonight. Especially when you’re in this state. Goodnight.” You turn off the lamp and roll over into bed. You’re not thaaat mad but, you’ll have to deal with him being a baby with a hangover tomorrow morning so you decided to rest up.
Leviathan: For him.. you seem to be the one who’s calling the shots. So you’d saunter over when you’re feeling particularly frisky and whisper “Pretty boy,” into his ear while feeling up his chest. He’d immediately go red and stutter out a small whine. He’d put his DDD on DND for the rest of the night because he knows you’re about to ruin him.
Satan: For both of you it’s “Cutie.” No one knows who started it, you both know it just stuck. Either of the two of you would sensually say, “Cutie” maybe with a wink or a finger wave saying come hither. Both of you are switches and so much can be told depending on who and how they say it.
Asmodeus: For him he’d be calling you “Gorgeous” or even “Beautiful”. A bit cheesy but definitely on brand for Asmo. He’d say it whether he was domming or subbing. Just a breathy whisper of either of those names and you both knew to cancel your plans for the next 3 business days.
Beelzebub: As for Beel? He’d call you something sweet. I wouldn’t put it past him to absolutely melt if you called him “Sugar,” or something. He’d likely be a little on the basic side and call you “Honey” or “Sweetie”. But don’t be fooled by the cute pet names.. this guy can be a bit rough when it comes to handling business in the bedroom.
Belphegor: Now Belphie’s could be ever changing. It depends on his mood. One day it’s “Slut” the next it’s “Master”. He gives me STRONG switch energy so there’s that. I do think he plays a bit rough as well. I also think he’d love it if you called him something a bit degrading like even just calling him a “hole”, but I digress.
Beel would be such a huge fan of Scooby Doo. You’d introduce him to it and he would salivate at all the cartoon food Scooby and Shaggy eat.
He’d ask you one day and say “MC. What are Scooby snacks actually made of?”
You’d look confused and reply, “Uhm.. well there’s probably lots of fan theories but I think a popular one is that it’s actually.. Scooby’s dog treats and Shaggy eats them too?? I think?”
“So.. can we try to recreate them so I can eat them?? They look so good and crunchy..” Beel looks at you with puppy eyes.
You sigh, “Oh god..” as you open up your laptop to look for copycat recipes.
I need Beel to [redacted] my [redacted] and shove his [redacted] into my [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] while he [redacted]. Also I need him to [redacted] [redacted].
CW: Pure smut, foodplay, size kink, breeding kink, drooling, other filthy stuff | MDNI!
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
☀︎ Absolute gentle giant. He would feel incredibly guilty if he accidentally went too rough or hurt you in any way since he knows his stature is much larger compared to most humans and demons.
☀︎ Makes sure you're well fed and hydrated since that was a whole workout for the two of you. Beel would definitely carry you around effortlessly if you couldn't walk as well. He'll also make sure to get you cleaned up if you have the energy for it.
☀︎ He might be a little awkward on the pillow talk but if all you needed was cuddles, he's more than happy to indulge, pulling you in close to his chest as both your heartbeats slow to a normal pace.
"Hah... Are you okay? I didn't- I didn't hurt you, did I...?"
☀︎ You're okay, but your legs won't be next morning.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
☀︎ When it comes to Beel himself, he'd be really proud of his muscles, of course. He does get confused when people do go crazy over them, though. They're just body parts to him, but when you're the one going crazy, he wouldn't complain.
☀︎ Those arms could easily pick you up and put you in all sorts of positions, making your head spin. And when it comes to his chest and abdomen, they make great pillows.
☀︎ On you, Beelzebub would probably like your stomach. He doesn't care what you look like just as long as he gets to splay his fingers on your stomach and hold you. He would definitely be entranced by the way he can see a bulge forming when he fucks you in a position where he can see your stomach.
☀︎ The idea of painting your abdomen with his release too is one of his fantasies and it often distracts him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
☀︎ Probably thick, creamy, bro eats his fruits...
☀︎ Would be okay with what you want, but covering your thighs and stomach with his release would be enough to spur him on for another round. The idea of filling you up is very tempting to Beel, even the way your face looks covered in his cum after going down on him makes him blush hard.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
☀︎ Breeding kink is one of them. Beel has always mentioned about wanting to start his own family with MC, so the idea of filling them up regardless of the player's gender drives him crazy. This is more of a secret since he might be too shy to express it to you. But if you had the same idea... you probably would never leave his bed.
☀︎ Probably takes one of your shirts or something to bring to one of his Fangol games under the guise that it's for good luck. In reality, he's getting off to your scent, especially if it was an article of clothing you've been wearing for a while.
"I feel bad, but ngh! It feels too good to stop..."
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
☀︎ Beel might have some experience, but I don't think he'd have something super intimate like what he'd have with the MC. Like it might have just been something to blow off steam before or after a game.
☀︎ He'd still be shy and awkward for the first time with you, of course. Beel would be heartbroken if he ever hurt you or said or did something that turned you off. But with enough guidance and patience, every time would feel better than anything either of you have felt.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
☀︎ Any where he could lift you up or see you from the front.
☀︎ That would include the Full Nelson or the mating press, any of them that allow him to show off his strength and/or (gently) ram into you. Seeing you on top of him in cowgirl would make his eyes roll back. Seeing you try to take his size and the way your body moves could probably easily get him cumming.
"You're taking me so well... ah...! I might not last long..."
☀︎ If he's subbing, he'd probably like being in missionary or something similar. Doggy style if he's particularly shy.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
☀︎ Beel would be pretty serious about the act, making sure it remains intimate while you're comfortable. But if you needed it, he'd try to make you smile or even laugh to make sure you were okay.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
☀︎ I don't think Beel would care that much about how he looked down there as long as he was healthy, which is a good mindset to have. The hair would most likely be the same colour as the hair on his head, but curlier, basically. He's got a bush, though. Definitely.
☀︎ He would not care about how you looked down there either, he's just happy he gets to taste you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
☀︎ Quite intimate, actually. He loves you very much and wants to make sure you can see how serious he can get when it comes to showing you how much he cares.
☀︎ It's the little acts that Beel does as well. Like making you were comfortably set on the furniture or in his arms. His heart melts when he can see your facial expressions, wanting to draw out as many sounds from you as he can.
☀︎ There would be times where he needs to work off some energy and might quickly take you in the kitchen or locker rooms at RAD, but he still has all the same principles and making sure you're enjoying it as much as he is.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
☀︎ I think Beelzebub would prefer to have you , but if he can't, he's probably be in his bed or in the shower, pumping his dick fast to the thought of you and wishing it was your hand instead.
☀︎ Maybe he's rubbing an article of clothing of yours on his dick or having it pressed to his nose. When you're gone, your taste and smell is what he remembers greatly.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
☀︎ A lot of the kinks he has would be self-explanatory.
☀︎ Food kink is a super obvious one. Beel would love to lick whipped cream or honey off of you, getting so enthusiastic that you have to worry about him biting you too hard. Oh yeah, he'd probably be down for letting you stack food on his cock, but the sight of food might make him try to eat it himself...
☀︎ Size kink as well. Not many people meet or even beat his height/build and he'd want to be in positions where he gets to show off his strength and carry you. It spurs him on like crazy.
☀︎ He'd have a breeding kink too, it drives him nuts whenever he gets to fill you up and seeing his own cum drip out of your hole. Beel would even take a couple fingers and gently finger it back inside you, making you gasp from the sensitivity.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
☀︎ Probably his bedroom or in the shower since it's the most intimate to him. Hopefully Belphie isn't asleep there or he might not end up sleeping at all if he notices you two.
☀︎ Most likely the kitchen as well. Beel's the most likely to be indulging in his sin there, but in the way he'd be tasting you for almost hours on end if you had the unlimited stamina.
☀︎ The locker rooms at a gym or in RAD would be for when he needs to blow off some steam, wants good luck, or when it's after a workout/game and this is how he celebrates.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
☀︎ Seeing you in his clothes would get Beel going pretty quick. The fact that you were covered in his scent and nobody else's, the way his fabrics cling to your body... he'd be all over you within seconds if you two were alone. But holy hell, you'd be such a distraction if you were in public or with the other brothers. He'd just want to whisk you away and take you while you're wearing nothing but his shirt.
☀︎ Watching you eat as well. This isn't much of a surprise but it surprises him when he notices how quick he gets hungry for something else when he sees you eating something that could be seen as lewd. Sometimes you look and Beel and wonder if he wants to be the one eating the food or being the food you currently have your mouth on.
☀︎ Seeing you after an intense workout or practice/game is also something that riles Beelzebub up. He already has the blood pumping and is practically melting from how hot he is, but the moment he sees you, the blood is pumping somewhere else now.
"There you are, I almost lost focus when I noticed you watching me."
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
☀︎ Anything that would harm you or him, anything to do with bodily fluids, (other than saliva) and that might be it. Beel would be willing to please you in many other ways.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
☀︎ Self-explanatory. He is the Avatar of Gluttony. No matter which way he's going down on you, he could be down there for so long, almost not noticing how overstimulating you're getting. That's when you gently have to pry him off and he glances up at you with a shy look, his lips glistening with your arousal and his own saliva, drooling too.
☀︎ When Beel gets hungry for something else, he's lifting you up on the counter or going down on his knees. Sitting on his face would be absolutely heavenly and he would love it if you just put your whole weight on him. Not only would he be able to take it, but Beelzebub would definitely be okay if he does end up dying like this.
☀︎ Beel wouldn't say no to receiving, but he's just so afraid he might hurt you if he gets too into it. The way your lips wrap around his thick cock and the way the shaft disappears into his mouth... His knees buckle so fast. As much as he tries to hold back, he's got one hand in your hair to try and still his hips from thrusting into your warm, wet mouth.
"S-Sorry, but it's hard to stop... you feel too good...!"
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
☀︎ Beel would like to maintain a slow and sensual pace and he does when you're trying to adjust to his size. He is very cautious about every noise and facial expression you make, not wanting to rush things and end up potentially hurting you.
☀︎ But the way you clench around him makes it harder for poor Beel to go slow. The more you squeeze him, the more effort he needs to put into not thrust in you faster. But when he gets the go ahead to go harder, he will comply, gladly.
☀︎ When he's the one on the bottom, Beel wants you to go rough on him. Mark him up, flip him over, (if you can) and fuck him however you want. He wouldn't complain, he's yours just as much as you are his.
☀︎ If there's a particular mood either of you are in, like upset or stressed, he might go harder just to blow off that energy. And vice versa if you two needed some soft intimacy.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
☀︎ As mentioned earlier, he would probably need to blow off some steam or want you right there in the kitchen. It isn't super often and Beelzebub isn't that opposed to quickies, but he prefers it to be long and intimate, savouring every inch of you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
☀︎ Maybe some public sex like empty locker rooms or locked bathroom stalls, but Beel does prefer the privacy of the House of Lamentation.
☀︎ The breeding kink would depend on the player and Beel wouldn't indulge in it if you weren't comfortable with it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
☀︎ Could last more than 3-4 rounds if he's topping. If he's not, it might depend on how work he's doing. Sometimes he might only last 2 rounds or less.
☀︎ Demons would have more stamina than humans on average, but Beelzebub also works out like a beast. He could put you two in positions that might be uncomfortable for most people, but he'd show no signs of being tired.
☀︎ When it comes to oral or involving food though, he might last a bit longer as he gets lost in the taste of the food or you.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
☀︎ I don't think Beel would have any toys, but he wouldn't be against the idea of bringing it to the bedroom. He'd definitely find it amusing if you wanted to tie him up or blindfold him. If it's not a cursed item like in his ASMR, he could quite easily break free from any restraints.
☀︎ He'd be more into incorporating food into the act than toys, but you could use the toys on him and you can see how fast Beel loses control as he feels so many kinds of stimulation everywhere.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
☀︎ Beelzebub wouldn't be one to tease. Usually. But if you were being particularly bratty or making things hard for him, he'd be the type to either withhold pleasure from you right away or overstimulating you until tears fall.
☀︎ Lots of times he might bring up how needy you are, but it's more of just a casual remark than in a teasing way.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
☀︎ Would probably grunt or let out low moans for the most part, but if he's feeling desperate, he might gasp and groan right into your ear or mouth as he's kissing you.
☀︎ Beel would most likely get a little embarrassed if he was a little too loud. You encourage him to be noisier, except for when it's the middle of the night and you're trying not to wake Belphie.
☀︎ But when it comes to your noises, it spurs Beel on so much. With your hands in his hair, tugging hard whenever his tongue touches that sensitive spot. Or if he's going rough, seeing you gasp and cry out for him only makes him want more.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
☀︎ May or may not try to see how quiet you can be while Belphegor is asleep or even doing something else. Unfortunately if the telepathy thing does kick in, he might even know the moment you guys try to start something discreetly.
☀︎ I still find it crazy that Belphegor asks the player if they have a crush on Beel and if they say yes, he says they have good taste and then proceeds to make out with them. Attic Club Sandwich?
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
☀︎ A big guy. Definitely. He'd be around 6-7 inches in length, the thickness also being quite wide compared to most demons.
☀︎ The shaft would have a few prominent veins and the tip would be pretty red. When he's riled up, it'd be throbbing prominently and the tip would be redder and dripping with precum.
☀︎ Imagine him in sweatpants and nothing else while sitting on his lap. That's it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
☀︎ Beel might say it's average or even less, but some days, you just smell way too good or you look so hot with that huge shirt of his on. He gets especially horny after workouts too.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
☀︎ I don't think Beelzebub would get really sleepy right afterwards unless you've been going at it for a while or if he was subbing. He'd probably get hungrier after expending that much energy.
☀︎ But he'd still cling to you, covered in sweat. Not that you mind too much, his embrace is always comforting after something so passionate and intimate. He presses kisses onto the top of your head with shaky lips as you make yourself comfortable lying on his chest.
"You did so good... m'hungry, but you matter more right now."
You look down at your tiny paws, horrified.
The bookshelves loom over you menacingly and you remain frozen, with no idea how to get yourself out of this mess. You need to find one of the brothers (preferably Lucifer) to help you out. But how were you going to make them realize it was you? You'll think about that when you find them.
You skitter across the halls of the House of Lamentation, acutely aware of just how many things could kill you now that you were about the size of an orange. Each little noise makes your heart skip and every shadow seems like a threat.
You find one of the brothers in the living room. Unfortunately, it was Asmo.
Amber eyes meet yours and the Avatar of Lust lets out a shriek that belongs in a horror movie.
"Why the hell are you screaming?!" Belphie, who was napping under the coffee table, grumbles in annoyance as he shoves his face into the pillow and pulls the sides up to cover his ears.
Asmo stands up on the couch, screaming like a damsel in distress. "A MOUSE—! WHY IS IT MOVING LIKE THAT—LUCIFER—!!!"
Footsteps thunder down the hall as Beel comes to Asmo's aid.
"Why are you screaming like that?" He looks down at you, and you both have a staring contest for a few seconds. "Oh."
You know that look on Beel all too well. So, you make the wise decision to run before he can turn you into a mouse kebab.
'Nope, not today', you think to yourself as you narrowly escape Beel lunging at you. You zip across the floor, running over a very startled Belphie. You masterfully slip between Satan’s legs (who had just reached the site of chaos). “What is all this noi… what—”
The stair case is so close. If only you could find Lucifer—
You feel yourself bump into something, before being lifted into the air. You come face to face with Mammon. You frantically wave your little paws at him. Maybe he'll understand you. "This is what scared ya?", he says in a bored manner. "I’m tossin’ this thing out—OUCH WHAT THE HELL?!"
Mammon clutches his hand, rubbing the area where you bit him, as you fall out of his grasp and make a mad-dash up the stairs, towards Lucifer's room.
You vault over Levi's feet as he cracks his door open. “Can you all shut up I’m trying to—AHH!!"
And then a thought enters your mind. If none of the brothers, even Mammon, can recognize you, what are the chances that Lucifer will? And if Lucifer caught you, there would be no escape. You pause for a second and change your trajectory, running toward sthe other end of the hall instead. Maybe you should hide out in your room. Try and use your D.D.D with your little mouse feet to contact Solomon.
Thankfully, you left the door open. You slip into your room and climb up your desk in an attempt to find your D.D.D. And you nearly cry with relief when you do find it lying next to your homework.
You manage to put in your password and unlock it. Now, to open the messaging app—
Mammon bursts in. "Hey, get outta' MC's room!!"
"Wait, it's using their D.D.D??", Levi follows in after.
"Look, it's typing something!!", says Asmo, peeking out from behind Satan.
You have managed to open one of the brother's chat and type out your name. It took quite some effort to reach the keys with your short hands but you finally sit down with relief when you see realization flash in the brothers' eyes.
"Wait...MC??" begins Beel. You squeak at him angrily. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you." He looks like a sad puppy now. Mammon looks equally as guilty. You can't help but forgive them.
"Jump twice up if you're MC", says Belphie, now wide awake. You jump in spot twice. "Spin." He says with that shit-eating grin. You spin around, glaring up at him. "Hmm, still not convincing enough. Squeak three times."
"Oi, stop messing with them." Mammon lightly smacks the back of Belphie's head.
"Now that I think about it, they’re kind of cute!", Asmo leans in, eyes sparkling . You glare at him like 'Really, bitch? You were the one screaming your lungs out a few seconds ago.' The fifth-born pays no heed as he scoops you up in his palms, cooing at you. "Ooooh, you'd look so cute with a little bow!"
“Put them down,” Satan said sharply, eyes narrowed. You feel anger radiate off of him. Asmo doesn't take chances.
“Who dared to put a curse on you?” continues Satan.
You hang your head low in shame.
Satan pauses for a moment, his anger dissipating and turning into...amusement? Maybe a bit of disappointment? "You did this to yourself, didn't you?"
You squeak pitifully.
Lucifer enters the room, annoyed beyond measure. “What is the meaning of all this chaos? Why is there a rat on MC's desk?"
He takes a look at the scene. The message written on the D.D.D. The oddly calm mouse on the desk.
He looks at his brothers.
Their faces clearly answer: Yes, Lucifer. It is exactly what you think it is.
You squeak again.
Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose. "...wonderful."
Mammon has never walked so carefully in his life. You are asleep in the front pocket of his jacket, curled up into the softest little ball. Mammon is trying very hard not to jostle you. Asmo peaks into Mammon’s pocket every once in a while to coo at you, only to be swatted away by the second-born. “They’re sleepin’, be quiet!”
The seven reach purgatory hall. Lucifer presses the door bell. You wake up from your slumber and poke your head out of the pocket and are met with the sight of Solomon looking directly at you while Lucifer explains what's going on.
Solomon takes you in his hand as you climb out of Mammon's pocket.
“Oh my, look at you!” Solomon brings you up to his face, eyes lighting up. “Do you have any idea how hard it is not to squeal?”
"Please don't", says Belphie.
"Just fix them up quickly. No shady business", warns Mammon.
"I trust that you will help turn them back without further... complications."
"When have I ever caused any trouble, huh?", Solomon smiles at the group. They give him very unimpressed looks before Solomon pushes them all out of Purgatory Hall, their complaints falling of deaf ears. Mammon lingered the longest, only relenting when you looked up at him reassuringly.
The door shuts. Solomon looks down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement. He slowly lifts his palms up, lifting you up along with them. "Behold my mighty apprentice, feared across realms."
You stare at him.
Oh, you were adorable. Maybe he'll keep you like this for a short while, just to have fun.
You accept your fate.
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You have escaped Solomon's study, like a professional mouse, because you have ✨priorities✨. You were definitely not going to lose this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
You navigate around Purgatory hall with your tiny little feet skittering on the ground till you find what you were looking for. Or rather, who you were looking for.
Simeon feels something soft bump into his leg. He looks down and sees a little mouse looking up at him with...familiarity?
"Oh. Hello there, little one."
You squeal internally.
You climb onto the couch and press your head against his arm.
Simeon laughs quietly, putting down his book. “Well, aren’t you affectionate."
Simeon gently rubs your head with a finger. You place your paws on his hand. "You must like attention." He gently scoops you up and strokes your fur. You immediately melt into his hands. Oh. Yes. This was the good stuff.
And that's how Solomon finds you fifteen minutes later. Absolutely basking in the angel's affections.
"Oh, I see. So this is what betrayal feels like."
You almost jump up at Solomon's voice, making Simeon gently pat you in an attempt to soothe you.
"Hello, Solomon. I found this little mouse wandering around. They’re very polite. A little angel, really."
"Is that so?", replies Solomon as he pries you away from Simeon. You try to wriggle out of his hands and back to Simeon's, but to no avail.
"Does it happen to be yours?", asks Simeon.
"Well, it does happen to be my apprentice."
"Apprentice...?"
Simeon takes a closer look at you. You try to hide your face.
"MC?"
Simeon blinks once; then laughs, warm and surprised. “Oh my. That explains the behaviour."
"Imagine my heartbreak. One moment they’re safely with me, and the next I discover they’ve abandoned their dear teacher to go snuggle with an angel. Do humans not suit you anymore, my dear apprentice?"
As much as you love and appreciated Solomon, you do feel like punching him right now. But you can't really do that in this form, can you? So, you resort to glaring instead.
"How did this happen? Them turning into a mouse, I mean.” asks Simeon.
"Hmm, that's what I'd love to know too." Solomon looks down at your angry little face as he says that. "Hey, stop looking at me like that. Not my fault you got caught being a simp."
"What does that mean? 'Simp'?"
You glare harder, daring Solomon to say anything else embarrassing.
"Someone who is very...affectionate, let's say." Solomon replies.
"Ah, I see. MC does, indeed, appear to be a 'simp', then."
Solomon does a very good job holding back his laugh as you let out a mortified sound.
"Anyways, we will take our leave. I still need to find a cure to this." He says finally.
"Yes, that's more important. Take care, both of you." and with that Simeon resumes to reading his book as Solomon carries you out of Purgatory Hall and into the Devildom street.
You squeak at Solomon with confusion. What is he up to now?
"You know, I'm kind of hurt", says Solomon, with exaggerated dramatics. "Leaving me all alone to go snuggle up to Simeon. Especially after I spend hours working hard and trying to find a cure for you. Truly heartless."
You give him your best puppy—er—mouse eyes (?).
"Ah, how can I stay mad at that face? But, I can't really let go of what happened. You still need to make it up to me, you know?"
Solomon puts you on his shoulder, earning a few curious looks from demons going about their day.
"Oh, don't worry, my dearest apprentice. I'll only have a bit of harmless fun."
Barbatos' eye twitches as he looks at Solomon, and you, comfortably perched on his shoulder. "Why", he begins, voice laced with absolute disgust, "have you brought that thing here?"
If looks could kill, you'd be a dead mouse by now.
"Please remove it immediately."
“Oh, come now. They’re harmless. Would you like to hold them?” Says Solomons, as be brings you closer to the butler.
You feel the urge to hide in Solomon's sleeves.
Barbatos goes rigid. “I despise rats,” he says evenly.
"Now, now, that is no way to talk about my dear apprentice. Also, they’re a mouse, not a rat."
"...Apprentice?" Barbatos finally takes a closer look at you. "I see."
He takes a step back, eyes glowing with ancient power. “Then there is no need for this nonsense.”
Time seems to warp around you, and a second later, you find yourself sitting on the floor back in your human form. You were unharmed, albeit a bit dizzy. Barbatos helps you up.
"I was having so much fun. And you just had to go and do that..." Solomon says in a disappointed manner. "Still, I guess it is quite a rare opportunity to see the Barbatos perform his time magic."
Barbatos chooses to ignore Solomon, instead checking on you to ensure you were feeling alright.
As fun as it was seeing Barbatos try so hard to maintain his composure, you do feel kind of guilty. “Barbatos, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” you say sheepishly.
“It is forgiven,” he says immediately. "I was just preparing tea for the Young Master. Would you like to join him? I'm sure he would be delighted"
"How come I never get invited—" begins Solomon.
“Solomon, you may take your leave now.”
Solomon sighs dramatically. “You ruin all my fun.”
A/N: Locked in so hard that I didn't even realize how long this became. Just sat here for three hours straight. This might be the most random fic I've written yet. But hey, I thinks it's pretty cute and i got to write all my favourite characters in one fic so yay.
[As per the results of the poll, i decided to keep this as one single post]
He waits until the very last second—countdown echoing, champagne flutes chiming—then cups your face like it’s inevitable. The kiss is deep, unhurried, and possessive, like he’s claiming the year ahead as yours together. When you pull back, his forehead rests against yours.
“Happy New Year,” he murmurs, low and promising. “Stay.”
Mammon
He’s vibrating with energy, arms already around your waist before the countdown even hits five. When midnight strikes, he kisses you sloppy and bright, laughing into your mouth. He pulls you close, hiding his blush in your shoulder.
“See? First kiss of the year’s mine. Lucky charm, yeah?”
Leviathan
He tries to play it cool—fails spectacularly. The kiss is quick at first, then softer when you linger. His hands are shaking just a little as he clings to you, cheeks blazing.
“I—I practiced,” he whispers, mortified. “Was it okay?”
Satan
He pulls you aside from the noise, somewhere quiet. The kiss is slow, deliberate, thumb brushing your jaw like he’s memorizing the moment. When it ends, his smile is sharp and satisfied.
“A fresh chapter,” he says. “Let’s make it interesting.”
Asmodeus
He doesn’t wait for midnight—just laughs and steals the kiss early, sparkling and sweet, all gloss and heat. At exactly twelve, he kisses you again, deeper, hands roaming shamelessly.
“Two kisses,” he hums. “One for beauty, one for luck.”
Beelzebub
He smells like sugar and warmth. The kiss is gentle, careful, like he’s afraid to hurt you. When it’s over, he wraps you in a hug that feels like home.
“I wanna start the year with you,” he says simply.
Belphegor
You think he’s asleep. Midnight hits—and suddenly he’s pulling you down, kissing you lazy and slow, smiling against your lips.
“Happy New Year,” he murmurs, already half-dreaming. “Wake me if you wanna do it again.”
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