Lucifer: My room is always open to you but next time, don't use "studying" as an excuse to visit me past midnight. Btw i charmed my room so no one can hear anything from outside ;)
Mammon: ya think ppl would give me money if i drink extra spicy ramen water on camera?
Leviathan: don't you think a person who actually SEWS the costumes should also have a say in choosing a couple cosplay?
Satan: busy now love, but you can scream at me later. bought you chocolate and books xxx
Asmodeus: honey, the word "facial" always has two meanings for me - so you gotta specify which one we are going for tonight 🥰
Beelzebub: MC I'm hungry and I miss you. bring me cheese and kisses please, i'm at the gym 😓
Belphegor: i felt asleep and thought i was seeing the light in the end of a tunnel. turned out mammon was holding a flashlight next to my face
Diavolo: PLZ DELETE THE PHOTO THAT I JUST SENT IT WAS A SHOWER ACCIDENT OKAY
Barbatos: no, your tantrum did not upset me, darling. btw you are not sleeping tonight and not walking properly tomorrow. just saying
Hello! I was wondering how would the brothers react to an MC with no spatial awareness? MC is always bumping into things (counter corners, door knobs, or hitting their legs why standing up from the dinner table) and they end up with bruises they don't even know where they came from.
(btw I love your writing it's so good! if you've done something similar to this just ignore it and have a great day 🫶)
Can't remember doing something similar so here you go :)
THE BROTHERS with a MC with no spatial awareness
Lucifer
"At this point, I'm more concerned about the furniture than you..."
Not true, but kind of? This is the third time you've bumped against the dining room table today. Your hip is probably bruised and if this keeps happening, the dining room table will start to wobble. How does that even happen? You have eyes in your head and as far as he knows, they work! Constantly rubbing his temples while also feeling concern for you. Will probably, most definitely child proof the whole house because he does care.
Mammon
"Haha, keep going!"
It is... oddly entertaining to him, at first. Look, everyone is a little clumsy and walks against a door frame or stubs their toe or gets their shirt hung up on a door knob. It makes life a little more fun, but you? You're... it's almost like the room is filled up and you cannot help but walk into things, except that the room isn't filled and you're just not paying attention. Humans are weird and he will 100% continue to make fun of you for it... right after he kisses your bruises better.
Leviathan
"Argh! Stop doing that! Can't you see?!"
The first few times, he was genuinely concerned but at this point, he finds it rather annoying. A nuisance, really. He wants to leave you to it and suffer, but also he cares for you so he cannot let you, which absolutely sets him on edge and has him following you like a lost puppy when he literally just wants to be in his room. May or May not wrap you up in blankets and his hoodie just to feel a bit better himself.
Satan
"This room is not safe for you."
After you almost unleashed a series of hellish monsters by simply being in his room and tripping over a specific book, he has absolutely barricaded his room against you. You are no longer allowed to be inside unless he's carrying you and even then, you probably find a way to hurt yourself on his bed. Satan doesn't have the time or the patience for it. It makes him mad if someone bumps into him or his stuff and you are no exception. Sorry sweetie, date nights will not end in his room.
Asmodeus
"Careful! That's my--!"
Aaanndd you ran straight into his vanity. Perfume bottles and make up scattered to the floor and broke. Asmodeus was furious but he did make sure you were okay first before scolding you and asking if you have some kind of human disease he should be aware of. Takes it upon himself to play your mom and take care of bruises, scratches and anything worse. Don't worry angel, you're under his protection now.
Beelzebub
"Stop fighting, I'm carrying you."
In old Beel fashion, he has decided to just carry you anywhere and everywhere. At first you, were pounding on his back and demanding to be put down but he doesn't care, barely feels it. He'll use you as his weight for lifting while he walks and chews on some food with his free hand. One time he made the mistake of entering a room and banging your head against the door frame which left him feeling terrible. You were pampered all night and he definitely watches out more now. Still no walking for you, though.
Belphegor
"Just stay in bed with me and none of this would happen."
Simple problem, simple solution, at least in his eyes. How can you hurt yourself when you're surrounded by nothing but fluff and warmth? There's no way. He'll just keep you wrapped up and pulled into dreamland all day and night, reluctantly letting you go only so you may eat and shower and go to school. He will definitely give you the "I told you so" talk when you get back to him with a new bruise, though.
Lucifer's love is classic. You wake up to a cup of drink that you like every morning with a kiss on the forehead. He dances you under the moonlight with your favourite song. He whispers sweet nothings and soft deep chuckles in your ear as you two sway. He would never let anyone belittle you nor hold you. You are his as he is yours. He would do anything to have you. All except one. He would never crawl and beg for you. After, all— you're just a human. He wields the strongest sin in Devildom.
Belphegor's love is comforting. You can open up anything to him and he'll listen. All of your problems, concerns, stories, and lectures— he will listen to you. It doesn't matter if it takes hours, days, weeks, or even years. As long as you're beside him, he'll listen. When he speaks, it's like he lulls you to sleep. He's happy that he doesn't need to take you anywhere. This is the perfect date, right? Just by being in each other's arms in your bed or his as he listens to your sweet melodic voice or you listen to him. He'll never realize that you'll want to do something more than this though.
Satan's love is out of a fairytale. All those romance novels gave him an idea how to act and treat you right. All those lines that gave you butterflies are his favourite lines from his favourite book. He's the perfect man. He's your knight in shining armor as you are his princess stuck in the tall tower. He's the gardener that takes care of your blossoms. He's the prince who's willing to go through the whole village to find you. Although oftentimes, you're reminded that he's way more intelligent than you. You'd catch him throw words that you barely heard anyone use. He's also a perfectionist. The scene must go where he intends it to be. Don't go beyond the lines.
Asmodeus's love is a luxury. He is a very busy person. You know that. Everywhere you go, you'll see his face. From the billboards, posters, and magazines. Many people envies you. I mean afterall— you're dating the Asmodeus. You can feel everyone's eyes are on you as soon as you enter a field. But that doesn't matter. You are the only creature that's worth his attention and time. He adores you— truly. He adores you just like how he adores the flowers in his bed. He adores you just like how a vampire thirsts blood. He loves you way more than he ever should. He loves you just like how he loves being in the spotlight. He loves you like you're worth trillions of Grimm. Come on. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.
......
Beelzebub's love is something you'd crave. Out of everyone, he's someone who you'd always look after, run after even. You'd wish he was yours in every lifetime. His love isn't just some passing first love. He's the first love that you'll talk about to your grandchildren over and over again until their ears bleed out. He memorizes you. Your routine, your diet, your favourite foods, favourite songs, artist, portrait— everything. He would never abandon you. In fact, he would abandon everything for you. His smiles are as warm as the ramen you two would share as a midnight snack. Just like his twin, he's the best listener you could ever ask for. He's a sweetheart, he's jacked, he's adorable, he adores you, he loves you so much that it was so suffocating. He wants to be with you all of the time. He's your tail, your shadow, your heart. You can never leave him behind. He wouldn't even dream of it. In fact, he couldn't risk being separated from you. So, if you feel like you have just lost an arm and heard an agonizing inhumane crunch in the middle of the night, it's not a dream.
Leviathan's love is quiet. You two are usually more active at night. You two would read light novels and mangas, play games, watch playthroughs or maybe just casually geeking out about your interests. He's also absolutely supportive. All of your passions and interests, he picks it up because you enjoy them and he wants to enjoy it with you. You never felt out of place. He knows every piece of literature, even the ones you thought only you would know. 14 Days With You? The Kid at the Back? To My Darling? Crimson Gray? He knows it all— wait a minute....all those visual novels have something in common...perhaps, you have a type? You like those kinds of protagonists? You want the obsessed maniac who would love you until the end no matter what circumstances? You want them and not him? Is he not enough? Is he boring? Is he disappointing you? It can't be just a coincidence. It means something, right? He wants your love just like how you'd love those characters. He needs everything that they have that he doesn't have. He wants you to look at him and say that he's everything you ever wanted. He needs to learn everything you want and no one should ever top him. All he desires is to possess you and all of you.
Mammon's love is loud. He would never hide you away nor belittle you. You're his treasure that he adores very much. He would shout your name and his love on the top of his lungs. His possession is your possession as well. He would never in his entire lifetime ever disrespect you. You're his Gold, his model, his muse, and his sunshine. Anyone who dares to say or think otherwise can meet his fists. He could be in a room full of people exactly his type but all he sees is you in the door and he'll run to you at full speed. He would never be embarrassed about your relationship either even if you're a human and he's a highly ranked demon. You're his human. There was never a time that you'd question whether his love for you was real. All his actions, words, and thoughts are all towards you. You're the only star in his sky and he wouldn't dare to look at anything bright ever again just because it feels like cheating.
"...Mammon?" You called out after opening your eyes in an unfamiliar room. This wasn't his room nor yours. The room was filled with your favourite scent. It also seemed like anywhere you went, there's no exit. No doors, no windows, no panels, and most certainly no escape.
"Stay here. I don't want anyone thinking they have a chance with you..." His voice, warm but burning, whispered behind you. You turned to look at him, his eyes were distressed and chaotic. All you could see in his eyes were you.
"Mammon...what do you mean?" You foolishly asked even though you knew what he meant. You knew what you stepped into the moment you agreed to this relationship.
You gasped, his wings and horns were out like he was ready to fight anyone who'd dare to touch you, look at you, or even breathe the same air as you.
You nodded, feeling his frustration and loud thoughts. You hugged him and he sobbed to your shoulder. He would do anything to keep you to himself and himself only. Even if it means that you'd lose your sanity.
"I can’t seem to forget the halo that I used to see." - Lucifer
cw: alcohol, Nightbringer season 1 spoilers
The amber liquid in Lucifer's glass smells dark and sweet.
He's had it a few times before, at the demon prince's invitation, but it's still a bit strange to him, this thing called Demonus. It's not like the ambrosial sweetness of what he used to drink in the Celestial Realm, honey-bright and delicate as flower petals in the wind. That had been airy and full of light, tasting of sunbeams on the trees from which the fruits were picked to make it.
Demonus, however, is something completely different. Actually, he's surprised to find he likes it. It's rich and heady, with a spiciness that lingers on his palate long after each sip. Indulgent, sweet not like honey but like sin. A hint of noxious brimstone burns at the back of his throat as he drinks, rising like a burst of sulfurous smoke directly into his nostrils. It leaves a slow trail of fire through him as it goes down, like lava running down the side of a volcano.
Each sip is an inescapable reminder of where he is now -- of what he is now. Of what they all are, now.
It's not that Lucifer regrets the war. Regrets losing, perhaps -- of course, since no one starts a conflict like that with the intent to fail. But even losing, on its own, would have been fine. There's a sense of freedom to his new life, here in the Devildom. He can say and do whatever he likes, unbeholden to his Father. Here, the insistent, nagging doubts swirling in his mind every day have stopped, no longer screaming to be heard, no longer screaming to be spoken. He had finally spoken them. He had fought for them. And if it only involved him, he would make the same decision a thousand times over again.
But it didn't. It wasn't only him. And now, he's not the only one paying for it.
His brothers had made the choice to follow him, and for that, he is grateful. He is grateful, every single day, not to have landed here alone. But they had followed him because they'd believed in him. His rebellion failing was one thing. What he really can't stand is that he failed them.
Lucifer sighs into his glass as Raphael's declaration from earlier that day rings in his head again -- "The Celestial Gates are open to the six of you, that you may pass through once more."
He won't return; now that he's tasted this freedom, he knows he'll never be satisfied in the Celestial Realm again. But, the others...
Maybe Raphael is right. Maybe his brothers should go. Even if it means leaving him and Satan behind, maybe it's for the best. Maybe it's true -- the wings at their backs should be white. Even now, he can't seem to forget the halos that he used to see over each of their heads.
It's his fault those halos don't shine over them anymore. It's his fault they've become horns instead. It's his fault they aren't angels anymore, and he doesn't want it to be his fault that they stay that way. They won't like leaving him, but who is he to ask them to stay?
It was his war. It was his failure. It should be his punishment to bear. Alone.
so I thought I had an ask for how the brothers would cuddle and couldn't find it. Despite that I made this anyway. Slightly based on my Demons sleep in groups hc.
Brothers X Mc
Lucifer gives the best hugs. It's like being held by a parent that actually loves you unconditionally.
Despite his amazing ability to give a hug, he is shit at receiving a hug to comfort him and will sit there awkwardly. It's funny watching Diavolo try and get Lucifer used to it but ehe never does.
Lucifer will hug with his wings. It started because he often was holding on brother than everyone else wanted in but they haven't asked for a hug from him in a long time, perhaps since the fall, so he hasn't given any. The brothers do all stay in his bed, it's huge of course they pile up there, but Lucifer doesn't do sleep he does work so he never gets to join in the pile.
He will begrudgingly accept being the little spoon if Mc starts telling him how cute he is to them. If they get too annoying he's rolling on top of them, trapping them underneath him.
Big spoon, little spoon, doesn't matter to Mammon he just wants a hug. His brothers don't hug him except during the nightly pile up where they all push him down to the bottom.
Mammon squeezes Mc like he's trying not to lose them considering he was the one holding their body during the Attic Incident.
He likes having his head on Mc's chest so he can hear their heartbeat as they play with his hair. His wings will come out but only when Mc asks for them, partially because they are often pretty cold.
If Mammon and MC are cuddling at night and Mc needs to go to the bathroom, he will act like Mc left him out in the rain in a box with "free demon" written on it black marker.
Mammon will hug anyone if Asked. He had a small business where he would sell a hug for a dollar and a whole lot of people came. He still brings his one dollar hugs back every time he's in need of quick cash.
A hug from Leviathan is the most awkward hug Mc will ever have in their life. It's funny and adorable and he deserves more hugs. He can handle a hug from his brothers since they all pile onto each other in Lucifer's bed, but Mc might kill him.
Leviathan will subconsciously wrap his tail around Mc's leg when they hug him. He's saying they should get away because he is yucky but his tail is a sign he really doesn't want them to go.
Leviathan tried giving Mc a hug instead of just receiving one, he panicked and started apologising before he even did anything. Bro will never be the big spoon.
Tub cuddles are the best since Leviathan is in his natural environment allowing him to relax. One could also put themselves in his lap while he is watching anime or playing a game making him die from overheating but his room in cold enough to prevent his death.
Satan hugs people by pretending they are cats or Mc. If Mc wants to get hugs fast when he's busy with something, just put on the cat ears.
Satan keeps getting jumped by Asmo for hugs so Mc cuddling him normally is like a breath of fresh air, literally Asmo keeps squeezing him until he turns blue or he ends up at the bottom of the cuddle pile when there's sleepovers.
Satan thinks he's being sneaky when he slips his arm behind Mc and slowly starts pressing himself against their arm. It's adorable and so very obvious, he thinks it's cool since he read it in a book somewhere.
Satan likes being the big spoon mostly because he is used to it, cats can't be the big spoon after all.
Satan's tail is too sharp for wrapping around Mc, so he puts a pool noodle on it that he keeps in his room just for occasions such as cuddles. Honestly Mc would touch his tail anyway and get cut so it may not matter that much.
Asmo loves cuddles. He will be all over Mc, unfortunately that means he is all over Mc. His hands will need to be swatted because he is physically incapable of being normal.
Asmo will cuddle anywhere anytime, he wants all the cuddles.
Asmo is so mad that his wings aren't big enough to wrap around people like Lucifer and Mammon.
Asmo is the main initiator of hugs in his family except when everyone is piling into Lucifer's bed so no one has to sleep alone. This is the only instance where he waits so he can sleep on top of the pile.
Beel is an amazing hugger and is always down to give his brothers a hug (he breaks their ribs sometimes but they heal themselves so he never finds out). He goes on the bottom of cuddle piles, he's simply too big but sometimes he's crushing Mammon.
He is a big spoon, everyone loves being in between those muscles. He does like being the little spoon, but he is very big.
His wings aren't exactly for cuddles, but if Mc is gentle they can touch them as they both snuggle.
Beel sometimes carries Mc around like he does with Belphegor. It is efficient because he can let them snuggle in one arm while he eats with his other hands.
Cuddling is not Mc's choice, It's Belphie's choice and he says all the time is cuddle time. He loves hugs while napping, Mc just needs to make sure the nap isn't permanent like last time.
Belphegor will use his tail to keep Mc from leaving, but the fluff on his tail makes a great pillow.
Mc is not the only victim of nap time. Belphegor will grab the closest brother and sleep on them for a whole day. Lucifer was once a victim and managed do all his work with Belphie asleep on his back.
Belphegor is the big spoon if only to prevent escape by his napping partners. After an hour of sleep he rolls over so whoever was stuck with him can asleep.
Oh how quickly I fell in love with your writing...
If you're up for a request, I think this idea might interest you: Simeon.
Ok so, we all know he's an angel, a sweetheart. But falling for a human may have it's fair share of challenges, I mean it's only natural that some of the human instincts rub off on him (idk why but I like to headcanon the he, just like the brothers, can sense/smell when MC is horny.
Basically before I ramble on too long, Simeon corruption + longing + guilt (and if you're feeling nice, what it would be like once he finally gets a "taste" of MC)
Totally cool if you don't wanna do it<3
Also cake by the ocean was so fun omg
a/n: i feel like i have a dog-shit grasp on Simeon's character sorry if this sucks💔
cw: smut, implied fem! reader, oral sex (f!receiving), veryy minor teasing on reader's part
The glow of the lamps in the Purgatory Hall common room cast long shadows across the room as you hunched over your textbook. You had been studying late again, or at least pretending to. The real reason you lingered here night after night was him - Simeon, the angel who had taken up residence among demons, his presence a constant temptation wrapped in celestial grace.
He sat next to you on the couch, quill scratching elegantly over parchment as he worked on his latest manuscript. His eyes flicked to yours every so often, head turning almost imperceptibly. Every time he did, your pulse quickened.
Simeon could sense it. He always could.
The first time it happened, weeks ago, you had spent the night in his room (courtesy of Beel destroying your door again). You had laid next to him, thinking about nothing but him - his gentle smile, the way his bodysuit hugged his frame, the forbidden fantasy of what lay beneath that angelic composure. You weren’t trying to get turned on, it just sort of happened - as it usually does when Simeon was on your mind.
He had asked you moments later if you needed anything. When you looked over to nod a ‘no’, his body was strained, nostrils flaring subtly, hands twisted into fists. You had just brushed it off as him being uncomfortable with you in his bed, choosing to spend the rest of the night as close to the edge as possible.
Ever since then, his demeanor around you shifted. You noticed the way he tensed when you got close, how he sniffed the air when you felt yourself getting wet. It had turned into something of a game for you when you caught on to his reactions, looking to see how flustered you could make him.
You shifted in your seat, crossing your legs as heat pooled low in your belly. The book in front of you might as well have been blank. Your mind wandered to darker places; Simeon’s mouth on your skin, his tongue tracing paths no angel should explore. A quiet sigh escaped you.
Simeon’s quill stilled. His gaze lifted slowly, locking onto yours. There it was - that flicker in his eyes, a storm of longing and conflict. His fingers tightened around the feather.
“You…” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, laced with something deeper, “You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?” you asked innocently, though the corner of your lips curved upward. This was the game now. You, the human who had somehow become the serpent in his garden, whispering temptations that chipped away at his divine resolve.
He inhaled sharply, eyes half-closing for a brief moment, “Your scent. It’s… overwhelming tonight.” His cheeks colored with shame, but he didn’t look away, “Sweet and heady, like forbidden fruit. You know I can sense these things.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly, “You’ve been messing with me.” It wasn’t stated as an accusation, simply a fact.
You turned to face him fully, resting your chin on your hand. “And what does that do to you, Simeon?”
He swallowed hard, setting the quill down with deliberate care. The guilt was etched into every line of his perfect face - the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips pressed into a thin line, “It torments me. I long for you in ways I shouldn’t. I pray for strength, but every time you look at me like that, I feel myself slipping. Corrupted by a human’s touch… by your thoughts alone.” His voice dropped lower. “It’s wrong. I’m supposed to guide, to remain above such earthly urges. Yet here I am, aching for the very sin you’re offering.”
Your heart raced at his admission. You stood slowly, moving to stand in between his legs. He didn’t move away. Instead, his hand reached out almost unconsciously, fingers brushing the fabric of your skirt.
“Can I corrupt you a little more?” you whispered, placing your hand over his, “You’ve been holding back for so long. Let me show you how good it feels to fall.”
Simeon’s breath hitched as he squeezed his eyes shut. The longing in his veins was almost visible now - a deep, yearning hunger that warred with centuries of celestial duty, “You don’t understand what you’re asking. If I give in… if I taste you…” He trailed off, but his hand slid lower, gripping your thigh with surprising strength. Guilt flashed across his features again, but it was fading, drowned by desire. “Father forgive me,” he murmured, more to himself than you as his eyes flicked down to your waist.
You guided his hand further down, under your skirt, until his fingers brushed the damp fabric of your panties. He let out a soft, broken sound - half moan, half prayer.
“Here?” he asked, voice trembling. “Anyone could-”
“No one will,” you assured him, your own voice husky, “Just us. Just you and me.” Solomon had picked up on the growing tension days ago, and was kind enough to evacuate himself and Luke from the Hall when you arrived.
He rose from his chair with fluid grace, towering over you. His hands framed your face for a moment, thumbs stroking your cheeks with reverence, “You’re leading me astray, my dear. And I… I cannot find the will to resist any longer.” The confession carried both surrender and relief.
Simeon laid you down effortlessly on the couch, his movements gentle yet urgent as he knelt before you, pushing your skirt up to your waist. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your arousal-soaked underwear, inhaling deeply. “Intoxicating. You call to something primal in me that I thought was long buried.”
You spread your legs wider, one hand threading through his soft brown hair, “Then answer it, Simeon. Taste me. Corrupt yourself on me.”
Guilt flickered one last time in his gaze as he hooked his fingers into your panties and slid them down your legs, pocketing them almost absently - like a trophy of his fall. Then his hands parted your thighs further, exposing you completely. He leaned in, breath hot against your sensitive flesh.
The first touch of his tongue was tentative, a slow, exploratory lick along your slit that made you gasp. Simeon groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against you. “So sweet,” he whispered, voice muffled. “Sweeter than any fruit in the Celestial Realm. Forgive me… but I need more.”
His guilt seemed to fuel him now, turning into fervent devotion. He licked again, firmer this time, dragging the flat of his tongue from your entrance up to your clit. He circled the swollen bud with precise, angelic patience, learning your reactions with every flick. You moaned, hips bucking slightly, and he pressed a hand to your stomach to hold you steady.
“Stay still for me,” he murmured, eyes glancing up at you. The sight of him - kneeling between your legs, silver hair disheveled, lips glistening with your wetness - was almost too much. “Let me worship you properly. Let me drown in this sin you’ve awakened.”
He delved deeper, his tongue pushing inside you, thrusting in shallow strokes that mimicked what you both knew he truly craved. The wet sounds filled the quiet library, obscene and beautiful. Simeon lost himself in it, long licks alternating with focused suction on your clit. His free hand slid up your thigh, two fingers teasing your entrance before sliding in slowly, curling to find that perfect spot.
“Oh- Simeon,” you breathed, tugging his hair. The pleasure built in waves, your body responding eagerly to his devoted attention.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips brushing your folds. “Say my name again. Please,” His voice was rough with lust, all traces of hesitation burned away in the heat of the moment.
Yet beneath it, you could still sense the undercurrent of guilt - the knowledge that he, a being of light, was defiling himself so eagerly on a human’s body. It made him more intense, more desperate.
“Simeon,” you moaned louder as he returned to his task, fingers pumping steadily while his tongue worked your clit in tight, relentless circles. He sucked gently, then harder, responding to every twitch and gasp you gave him. His senses were overwhelmed; you could tell by the way he ground his own hips against nothing, seeking friction for his evident arousal.
The pressure coiled tighter inside you, “I’m close - don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he promised fervently, voice vibrating through you. “I couldn’t even if the heavens demanded it. You’ve ruined me for anything else,” His fingers curled again, hitting that spot perfectly as his tongue flattened and lapped with renewed vigor.
Your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure pulsed through your core. Simeon didn’t pull away; he drank it all in, tongue slowing but never stopping, prolonging every aftershock until you were trembling and oversensitive.
Only then did he rise, face flushed and shining with evidence of your release. He pulled you into a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The guilt returned in his eyes as the haze of lust cleared slightly, but so did the longing - deeper now, more permanent.
“What have you done to me?” he whispered against your lips, forehead resting against yours. His hands cradled you tenderly, as if afraid you’d vanish. “I crave you constantly. Your scent haunts my prayers. You’ve corrupted an angel, and… part of me rejoices in it.”
You smiled, kissing him again, slower this time, “Then fall a little more with me next time.”
Simeon chuckled softly, a mix of despair and delight in the sound, “Next time? There will be many next times, I’m afraid. You’ve ensured that.” He helped you up from the couch, adjusting your skirt with careful hands, though he kept your panties in his pocket like a secret sin.
As you both gathered the scattered papers, his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you close. The room felt smaller, more intimate. In his embrace, you felt the weight of his internal battle - and the sweetness of his surrender. An angel’s longing, heavy with guilt, now bound to your touch.
And you knew this was only the beginning of his delicious descent.
༺✧Summary: There's always something that can go wrong. Especially when you work with magic, and you mistake ingredients. And that happened to turn you into a rat.
༺✧Words: 3.3k
༺✧A/N: What happens in that fic is just so crack I can't even describe it enough. Sorry about grammar and other mistakes! For @kaytheberry
Yeah, it was me. The picture you can see above - it is me. And the person who's standing in front of me? Barbatos.
You can probably ask why I said “person in front of me” instead of “rat in front of me”. That's because I am this rat.
A funny story happened, and because of that I ended the rodent form, and specifically - one that a certain butler absolutely hates. What happened? Let me tell you this story, of some witty sorcerer who lived for thousands of years but still can make a mistake in preparing a potion.
Did you ever heard about headache potions? Probably not, because in human world they're called meds. Nothing to add. Yet in Devildom, I needed special treatment just because I said that my head is starting to hurt, because of the noise in the House of Lamentation. They were just screaming since morning, causing my head to give up. Even if walls here are pretty thick, no one stopped explosions and yelling from coming straight to my ears. And the funniest thing? They suddenly stopped fighting in the moment I went downstairs to ask someone for pills. Asmo? Not near. Probably sitting in his room, offended by others. Levi? Not talking with anyone. Beel? Getting scolded and also trying to help them calm down. And there, main war between Lucifer, Mammon, Satan and Belphie. But they all looked at me at the moment I stepped in. None of them were able to actually help me. Why there's no actual medicine I would take as a human here?
Satan wanted to give me some tea. Belphie said that I should rest. Mammon… Mammon just said that I can come with him and he'll do something about it. Nah, not believing it since all I wanted is to get my head empty. The next moment I heard some of them was when Lucifer gave me an idea, even if that hurt his pride so bad.
“I think you should visit Solomon. I cannot help you prevent a headache.” There was literally dissatisfaction in his voice as he told me to walk to someone he doesn't want to trust.
And as always - fellow humans would help, right?
Not so quickly. Let's remember he is a human, but his lifestyle is already so different he got mixed with other lives. Plus, his magic experiments… but for now, he's probably the best option, right?
That was the worst thing I would ever tell myself!
Everything today would already tell me that this is a bad idea!
First of all, war in the House of Lamentation.
Second, there was a thunderstorm when I was walking to Purgatory Hall.
The third? Solomon wasn't even here when I walked in!
I should have called him beforehand, but getting away from the war zone was the best thing. Even if that meant walking in rain, with literal lightning hitting the ground around.
For the first time I was happy that I was splashed with water by someone riding by! But it wasn't a car, but a carriage.
As soon as the door opened, I wanted to climb in asap, seeing Mephistopheles looking at me up and down, with all clothes wet and dirty.
“You look like a rat.” He said, showing me to get in with a hand swing. Oh I was grateful inside… but him calling me a rat told me to walk by myself. Yet, knowing Mephisto, that's 100% his typical behavior. “Come in. I don't have a whole day.”
Once I rolled my eyes and got seated, the heated air inside actually started drying me. A little bit.
“Where are you headed?” He asked, looking elegantly like always. Of course everyone is elegant when they drive in a literal carriage in a thunderstorm, pulled by giant demonic horses who don't even get wet because of their own fire!
“Probably House of Lamentation.” I answered.
“It's the opposite direction. You can get out.”
Oh god… why is he so prickly today…
“I said probably, because I don't know! Maybe I'll go to RAD. At least there's a chance of Solomon being here.”
“Hmph. Solomon visited The Castle today. Lord invited him since he was told to prepare some kind of spells.”
“Ooh! Are you headed that way–”
“Yes. Sigh… I can drop you here. I hope you are invited.”
“...yeah! I am.”
“Highly doubt that but I don't care if you'll get kicked out by Barbatos.”
Yes… thank you so much Mephisto…. You're a great help…
Minutes later, horses stopped, and doors were opened. Without further chitchat I came out to welcome the literal waterfall from the dark clouds on my head.
Let this “adventure” be worth it at least.
I could laugh at Mephisto now, when Barbatos immediately let me in after seeing the sorry state that was in front of him. My clothes were quickly dried, but when it wasn't enough, it was replaced when the Butler took care of the wet ones. Tea and desserts were placed in front of me, because I am a guest. The smile of Diavolo welcomed me for a moment, but he was busy enough, so he couldn't stay with me longer.
I was here for something else anyways.
“I heard I can find Solomon here?” I asked when Barbatos walked by.
“Hm? Oh… yes he is here… is there anything you need?”
“I came out just to find him specifically. Just some… human things.”
“I can call him -”
“No need!” I said quickly before he walked away. “Can I ask where he is? I just have a small question.”
“...the alchemic room near the dungeon's entrance.”
That sounds like he's doing some black magic that would kill everything around here…
“Okay, I'll be quick. Thank you for the tea.” I said, and moved to continue my journey for headache pills I would need later.
But as I walked I realized that I may not need them anyway since right now my head is not going crazy.
I didn't know that this would end with the craziest day here. And in Devildom, everything is crazy.
The corridors started getting darker and darker with each turn. To the point where the red rug ended. In its stead, there was a stone brick floor, emitting cold when looking at it. Shouting that this is part of the castle you don't want to enter by yourself.
And yes, that was correct. As soon as I stepped in, light flashed my eyes, making me wobble. And some people are complaining about flashbangs?!
“Solomon?” I lurked around, looking into open rooms just to find him. Leaning over to the doorframe, my soul almost left my body as this sorcerer casually leaned over with a smile at the same moment, appearing in front of my face.
“You called?”
That stupid little smirk when my heart is about to explode… What is wrong with people today?
“Why would you do that?!” I asked, holding my hand on my chest.
“I just wanted to meet you in the middle?”
Right now, I thought I would need something that would help with a heart attack rather than just a mere headache.
He went inside the room, and I walked behind. Looking around at a not specially appealing room, with various pots, jars, or living plants that looked like they would kill you themselves. Floating ingredients for potions, books, scrolls and other things just being here. Some body parts of things I don't even want to know. And yeah, everything that you would find in a witch's house! But instead of witch we have Solomon.
I took some time to explain why I am here, and he just nodded, accepting every information. Saying that it can be a quick break he needs to clear his mind during his actual work.
Without further talking, he took a small pot and started gathering ingredients. Once he came out and came back with spices from the kitchen. Barbatos probably would be furious. These were human world herbs too?
It was kind of silly, watching this great sorcerer cook soup for me. Pouring things inside with his magic when he did something else. And the end of that? It was catastrophic. He took a jar of something that looked like thyme. I thought that looked weird, even for a cooking herb. But he knows better, right?
“Here you go. You can drink it now and your head won't bother you today at all.” He said with a soft smile, blowing on the big spoon before placing it in front of your lips, waiting for you to drink it. It smelled like medicine. It looked like radioactive acid. Tasted like medicine. “I'll pack you the rest, so you can drink it when you feel sick– huh?”
“What?”
“No, I just–.” He looked worried, and quickly checked the jar he took before. “Uhm…”
“What?!” I screamed, but my voice was very high this time. “WHAT'S GOING ON?! SOLOMON -”
“Don't panic -”
“What's happening?!” Of course I panicked. My body started getting smaller and smaller. My voice pitched. Clothes sliding off. And my hands were growing claws. Small claws. “Solo - squeak!”
“...”
“Squeak! Squeaaaak!” I jumped on the chair I was sitting on. I stood up. I knew I was calling his name, but he just looked down, his lips twitching like he was amused.
“Oh my…” he just said. “Looks like I used rat plant instead of thyme again… I should be more careful next time…”
RAT PLANT?! I was sure I'd kill him as soon as I came back to my original size.
“Well, at least you're small and fluffy for some time now?” He smiled, picking me up with one hand, not just holding me. He started petting my head! I wiggled a lot, then felt something was really wrong. And that was, a tail on my butt.
“SQUEEEK?!”
“Shh, don't worry. You're just a cute little rat for a day.”
“A RAT?! DID YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!” I yelled at him, but everything he heard was the squeaking of a small creature in his hands.
“Don't worry, it'll revert soon. I can't give you another potion since this body is… not in great size to drink potent potions so…”
“I'll kill you even if I have to use these small paws to strangle you!”
“Don't squeak at me so much. You look so adorable! Even if you're probably cursing right now.” He booped my nose with finger before nuzzling his cheek into my belly. “So fluffy!”
“Come closer and I'll bite your nose off!” I screamed when he pulled away and placed me on the table.
Still, everything he heard was just crazy squeaking.
“Hmm… hold on. I think they had that spell that makes you understand animals somewhere. Wait here, I'll find it in the library. Do you want some cheese?”
“When I end with you you'll have cheese in your–.”
“Okay okay! Don't need to squeak at me so aggressively! I'll be right back!” He said just before I could finish.
I sighed, sitting down. I looked at the empty jar in front of me. Mephisto was right. I do look like a rat…
And that was a very well fed rat. Because what do you mean I'm so fluffy?! My fur matched the exact color of my hair. My clothes are gone… so I'm just walking naked? Since he said it won't be permanent, would it be okay then to stay here?
But this room… it was more scary like that… for such a small creature, it was like a whole castle. So how big would the dining room be? If I'm a normal rat, how big is everything?!
*Creak*
Were there noises like that always?
*Creeeaaak*
It's creepy, being a rat and finally hearing it…
*Screeeee*
What the –
I looked up, seeing spiders crawling around. But these are just spiders?
Then I turned around to see fangs right next to my tail.
“WHAT THE?!”
The room was filled with loud squeaks as I screamed, seeing plants reaching towards me, trying to eat me. It's vines moving around, thorns growing.
It… it wanted to eat… and there were rats in its diet…
So that was the first time I actually decided to flee even before something happened.
Jumping onto the pot, then the chair. And then doing a giant jump to be on the floor. I don't know how to use a rat 's body!
So I ran away from the room, walking on back paws only.
I didn't know how comical it looked - for me it was a fight for survival!
Even if the plant was left behind, I still ran, until my paws gave out. And I got responses to my thoughts. The rat’s world… is truly giant…
“MC! I'm back. Got you some fruit and water to help potion wash away quicke– oh no…”
That was the only thing Solomon said when seeing that in this room, there's no rodents. After checking that plant didn't eat me, he was even more concerned.
He pulled out his phone, trying to reach at least one of the brothers. And the best option was Lucifer, who would scout his brothers quickly.
“What?”
“You know that MC came to me, right?”
“Yes. So what?”
“So they're a rat.”
“What?”
“Rat”
“...”
“And they are gone from an alchemic workshop. In the castle.”
“How are they GONE? What did you do–”
“So yeaaah, I need help to find them before Barbatos does.”
That would be fabulous if I was the one hearing that from him. Because what I was living through was hell.
Humans would tell me I'm stupid, to run to demons with happiness.
Rats would close their eyes. Because right now I'm the rat, and the demon in front of me is not even happy to see me!
I just saw the legs of the person and ran straight to them, screaming. When I saw Barbatos, I was so happy to see him. I'm saved! I won't be a rat anymore!
Wait…
“How that filthy thing found its way inside the castle…”
I stopped running, stopped talking and even screaming his name.
Because I saw his eyes. And remembered that what this man hates, was rats!
And that's how I ended here. Looking at the demon in front of me. In the form of a fluffy, small rat who just wants to come back into my own human form.
Because being erased from existence!
So just like before, I ran for my life, using only my hind legs. Hearing stomping behind me. Knowing that this man is not in a hurry to take care of me. He knew I couldn't hide!
So I just moved my tiny paws, hoping that I won't die under a broom.
That's when hope came. Because as I was running in that weird position, I passed one corridor, hearing someone screaming right next to me.
I decided to look back, and see Asmo who jumped away seeing me running like an alien.
“Oh my god that gives me heebie-jeebies! Lucifer help!” He screamed, but I didn't care about it, because I was running for my life. And seeing Asmodeus here made me feel hope. So I ran at him, jumping at his chest to feel safe.
He screamed, yelled at the whole castle, pushing me down with tears in his eyes. And he ran away as fast as he came.
But… who would I be if I didn't follow him? If he's here, that means that others are here too! Did Solomon contact them?!
How weird it must look, to see a rat running on two legs behind a demon with tears flowing down his cheeks? Because Leviathan scowled seeing us passing him. More importantly - he shrieked at the picture of a rat - me.
I knew I couldn't get to Asmo in time, so I changed my way to Leviathan. Squeaking and crying inside. Just wanting to be safe.
As expected, he started running away. But I wasn't laughing at all. I was desperate because I could die at any moment!
“Oi, why are you running – ooi!” Mammon complained as Levi ran behind him to hide. And I… I just ran straight at them, jumping at Mammon with my little eyes begging. “EEEEEK?! A RAT?! A RAT IS ATTACKING ME?!”
“Mammon I think it's feral! Run!” Asmo shouted behind Barbatos.
“Please try being calm. I'll take care of that.” Butler said calmly, glaring at me.
“Squeak!” I said no. I then tried to call them, cry to them. But ran away as soon as I saw Barbatos holding a broom.
With my small hind legs hurting from running around, I just tried to find anyone! At least Solomon! He knows it's me!
“MC!” I heard people call my name. Of course I ran there as quickly as possible.
I wanted to scream that I'm here, but all that came out we're squeaks.
Finally, I used my front paws, jumping around.
Seeing someone, I just darted towards them. Thankfully,this time they didn't scream at me!
I crawled under his leg, climbing on his pants up. It was Beel!
He was surprised, but he didn't throw me. He just catched me, a small tired rat in his hands and held me up, looking at me.
“Beelzebub, could you please give me that rat? I shall utilize it before it steals from the royal pantry.”
“Pantry…?” Beel said, like it was the only word he heard.
“Please Beel nooo!” I yelled, but again, they didn't understand.
“That's! Huff… that's MC! Oh my god I ran here straight from the dungeons…” Solomon wheezed as he held the wall. “Don't do anything to that rat!”
“That's MC?” Beel asked, putting me closer to his face. I sat in his palm, moving my small paws at him. He smiled, giving me candy he had in his pocket. “Haha… cute.”
“Cute? Rat? And… would you be so kind as to explain, Solomon?” Barbatos said darkly.
“That… was an accident.” He laughed.
“He used cursed rat herbs. Instead of thyme.” Lucifer said, coming from behind the Sorcerer with Satan.
“Haha… it's kind of a funny story, right?”
Then he saw a rat glaring at him and stopped talking.
“...come on, I'll fix you.” Lucifer sighed, pulling out his hand, so I could walk in. “If it was normal potion, we would need to wait for it to work out. It was a potion made with a curse. I can at least try to lift it.”
Now Barbatos wasn't angry at all. He just… stood here and watched the situation. And better - he glared at Solomon just like me.
Within a few moments spells started flying around me, and my rat body started growing. Lucifer placed me down on the floor so I won't get hurt, and everything started reverting.
I was left sitting on the red rug, looking at my hands, feeling finally free.
Looking up, I saw them all observing me very much. Oh no, did something not happen? Am I still a half rat?
“Squeak? Ah…” I mumbled, hearing that instead of talking I still squeaked. But it came away after a second.
I again looked up, still seeing that they all looked at me without blinking even once. Barbatos turned to the side, Solomon smirked weirdly. Asmo smiled with a small blush. Mammon, Satan, Levi and Beel blushed. Belphie, who was sleeping in the corner, woke up to look. Lucifer put his hand on his face, but I could see his mouth twitching to smirk.
“Hey, what's going on?” I asked, suddenly looking down before I stayed screaming.
Yeah… I forgot that as a rat I slipped out of my clothes… they're left in the room…
I was kneeling here, naked.
“Aaaaaaah! Go away! Turn around! Move, give me something to wear!!!” I screamed, covering what I could.
“What's going on?!’ The door opened, showing a panicking Diavolo who heard shouting.
“GO AWAAAAY!”
༺✧A/N: I swear I didn't take anything or drank anything.
MC be like: (yes I know the second one is hamster)
tags : beel x gn!reader, fluff, readers wears vanilla perfume lol, sweet himbo beel, short story, awkward flirting,they flirt like middle schoolers lol it’s cute, headcanon
a/n : i know this is an mha only page but i swear coming back to old fandoms i was in makes me wanna write again 😭
Dinner at the house of lamentation was getting boring, so why not change it up a bit ?
The brothers decided to throw a party with no real reason to be partying for, cus who said you needed a celebration to celebrate ? Barbecue, cake, snacks, the table was full of various drinks and foods.
The brothers were scattered everywhere, some were grilling, some were chilling, talking, and some were already eating. Beel took a sit next to you—mostly because you had the most strategical place, right in the middle were everything was within reach, but hey he did also enjoy your company.
Between the distant chirping of crickets and the loud conversations around you, the two of you sat in silence. Beel, meanwhile, was far more focused on planning the perfect eating order: steak first, then sausage, maybe a few slices of pizza to wash down with some soda, and finishing it all off with cake—or pie, or maybe both.
You, on the other hand, searched for something—anything—to talk about. You knew Beel wasn’t much of a talker, but the lively atmosphere of the party made you want to fill the silence. Setting your fork down, you opened your mouth to speak.
“So, what do you think o—”
“Where’s the vanilla cake?” Beel said, his mouth half full as he prepared his dessert plates
“i dont think there’s a-”
“Smells like cream vanilla cake, do you know where it is ?”
He looks at you, aloof as ever, completely unaware that interrupting you was exactly what had earned him that fondly exasperated look on your face. Either way you look around searching for this cream vanilla cake, you and Mamoon were on dessert duty after all and you don’t remember seeing any cream vanilla cake.
As you turned to break the disappointing news about the nonexistence of the cake, you were met with Beel far too close for comfort, quietly sniffing your hair. You stopped in your tracks, lips parted, but the words caught in your throat—too confused and flustered to speak. Only then did you notice the air, suddenly feeling warmer than usual, even for Hell. You were barely able to say a word before he cut you off yet again-
“you smell like vanilla cake”
He looked at you as if he was not noticing the proximity between you, simply puzzled as to why you smelled like a sweet treat, despite your disorientation, you managed to get the words out
“that’s… probably my new perfume you’re smelling, it is cream vanilla scented so i guess i do smell like cake huh”
Beel didn’t seem bothered at all by the way you were still processing what had just happened. If anything, he looked… satisfied. Not in a smug way. Just in that quiet, simple way of his, like things were making sense in his head even if they made none in yours.
“Still smells like vanilla cake” he said again, “makes me crave it”
You let out a small laugh. “You’re really stuck on that.”
“It’s good.”
“…my perfume?”
“Yeah.”
he went back to his plate like the conversation was already over. You stayed there a second, stirring your drink, watching him eat like nothing could really pull his attention away for long. The party around you was loud in every direction—someone cheering, meat sizzling on the grill, glasses clinking, laughter spilling over each other. Beel reached for another plate, then paused.
“You’re not eating.”
“i am.”
“You’re not.”
You glanced down. Your plate was still half full.
“I was talking.”
He nodded like that made sense, then slid a piece of meat onto your plate without asking. You blinked at it.
“…you just decided that?”
“Yeah.” You didn’t argue, just picked it up and ate it,i guess he tends to forget not everyone has an appetite as large as his. Beel watched for a second, then went back to his food. A few seconds passed. Beel was already halfway through his second plate when he suddenly slowed down, like something in his head had caught up with him a bit late. He glanced at you. Then at your drink. Then back at you.
“You like sweets,” he said. It wasn’t really a question. You blinked.
“Yeah… I guess? I mean, who doesn’t.” Beel nodded like that confirmed something important.
“Okay.” Then he just kept eating.
You waited a second, expecting him to add something, but he didn’t. what an odd guy… So you went back to your plate, shaking your head a little. A few minutes passed like that—forks, noise, grill popping in the background, someone yelling about sauce ratios. Then Beel spoke again.
“You smell like vanilla cake,” he repeated, same tone as earlier, like he was reporting a fact he couldn’t ignore. You let out a small breath through your nose. “You already said that.”
“I know.”
“…and?” He paused, thinking. You could actually see him thinking this time, which was rare enough to be noticeable. “nothing” he said finally. You stared at him.
“That’s your whole thought process?” Beel nodded once like that settled it, then added, slower,
“I like it.” That made you pause for half a second longer than you wanted to admit.
“Oh” you said, quieter, then cleared your throat and looked back at your plate like it had suddenly become very interesting.
“i..i’m glad you like it !” Beel didn’t react to your reaction. He just kept eating, calm as ever, like he hadn’t just dropped that sentence into the middle of everything.
A few bites later, he shifted slightly closer as he reached across the table again, this time aiming for something right in front of you. His hand hovered for a second like he was considering something, then he spoke again, a little slower than usual.
“You’re… easy to find.” You looked up at him.
“I’m sitting right next to you.”
“I know.”
Silence.
Then he added.
“Still easy.”
You huffed a quiet laugh. “That’s not really a compliment.”
Beel paused, fork halfway to his mouth. He looked at you like he was re-evaluating the sentence.
“It is,” he said eventually, like he’d decided on it. “For me…i like that you smell like cake.” It looks like he wanted to say more but settled on that.
You didn’t really know what to say to that, so you just shook your head a little, smiling into your drink. Beel watched that for a second. Just a second. Then went back to eating like nothing had happened as two of his brothers finally joined the table. You could swear you saw the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks…
Omg hi sorry if I yap this is my first time requesting but can you do the obey me brothers and phone sex headcannonssss, like where MC is back in her realm, and they are in devildom
“Don’t underestimate my ability to torture you through the phone, little one.”
Truthfully, he could also just open up a portal and show up in your bedroom right now, but where’s the fun in that? He loves hearing your whimpers, the heavy breathing through the phone as you undoubtedly pleasure yourself. His voice is deep, low, melodic and you swear you can hear the smirk in it with every inch of dirty talk that reaches you. Lucifer’s also rock hard, but he’s ignoring his raging boner in favor of you, in favor of coaxing more sweet sounds out of you, all while finding a way to bring you close to the edge and pulling you right back. How can he edge you through a phone when it’s your own fingers playing with yourself?
Mammon
“Yer killin’ me, babe. C’mon… come back here, I need ya.”
It started out as sexting. Emojis send, suggestive pictures coming through, but the moment you send a full on nude? His pants were off and his free hand was holding the phone to his ear. He could practically feel you wrapped around him the moment you moaned right into his ear and he was so, so close to cumming right then and there. He wanted to be the sexy, filthy boyfriend so badly but he honestly ended up begging you, which is also pretty damn hot if we’re being honest. His frustrated groans, his desperate begging… yeah, you could get used to phone sex.
Leviathan
“(Y/N)... I-I’m too close…!”
He doesn’t know how he ended up here. It’s not phone sex, per se, it’s live stream sex and although it’s just you and him in the live stream, somehow the two of you are naked and watching each other, while also watching hentai. Granted, whatever is happening on the video is not important anymore, because you’re giving him the perfect view of your naked body and he’s cum twice in the past five minutes. His chest, abdomen and hand are covered in semen, his tail is teasing his own hole and he’s so sweaty and flushed, you’re debating on screenshotting and framing the picture. You’re off no better, though.
Satan
“That’s it… imagine my hands trailing your sides, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin on your neck, right over your pulse point…”
An exhale right into the phone and you can practically feel his hot breath on your neck, making you squirm. Satan’s face is flushed, eyes clouded with lust and a rock hard cock fisted in his hand. He has half a mind to find a spell that conjures up an image of you, but honestly the way you’re moaning his name through the phone is enough to plant the image right in front of his eyes. Your brows are furrowed, your mouth agape, your hole clenching around nothing, wishing it were him and not your own fingers.
Asmodeus
“Oh, love… please moan my name again,... and then, focus on my voice. Let’s cum together.”
Asmo has a way of making you feel phantom touches all over your body. His voice is low and seductive all while he throws a high pitched moan or deep growl into the phone to keep you riled up and knowing you have the same effect on him as he does on you. His hand is stroking up and down his shaft slowly. He has cum, but he is making damn sure you’re giving him your fifth, sixth, tenth orgasm before he’s even thinking about cumming a second time himself. One more, (Y/N), and he’ll be there right with you.
Beelzebub
“I know you’re squirming, MC, and it’s driving me wild. I’m thrusting into my hand but we both know that's not going to do much.”
Beel is obsessed with you and has figured out rather quickly that, if you’re not there to give it to him, he cannot cum. He’ll torture himself by helping you cum through phone sex. He’ll grunt and growl in both frustration and undeniable arousal that will leave him with blue balls for weeks before he sees you next, all while knowing you’ll love the seemingly endless load he’ll blow the moment he’s wrapped inside your tight heat again. Beel is a dirty talking pro, which has shocked you the first time the two of you had phone sex. It shocked you so hard, that it took exactly 15 seconds into the phone call before you came and he’ll never forget the sound you made in that moment.
Belphegor
“Come on, give me one more moan and maybe I’ll slip into your dreams tonight and make your fantasies come true.”
Belphie is lazily caressing his own length with his tail while he listens to you get off. The feather light brushes of his tail’s hairy end send shivers up his spine and keep his cock hard and leaking pre cum. He’s not sure why he’s torturing himself alongside you but god, if it doesn’t get him riled up. He’s coaxing every little fantasy out of you, making you describe in detail where and how you want his cock, his mouth, his hands… all while making mental notes and giving you ideas of how he’s going to manipulate your dreams tonight. It’ll almost be like he’s really there and when you wake up the next morning, with your hole gaping and a wetness between your legs, you have to wonder if maybe he really was there.
lucifer's immovable wall of "i am happy with where I am in this relationship and how it is and I dont want to change it because I am comfortable and if he wants to change it then we cant be together" versus asahi's unstoppable force of "i am uncomfortable and I will change this relationship into something that is for me and i wont let him stop me". neither of them will ever be comfortable together and will never be 100% happy. lucifer "I am heartless I dont love you but I still care about you" vs asahi "you can change you can change you can change. I should know because I did for you i tolerate sex now". lucifer who is aromantic but knows the type of relationship he wants, despite not being able to give what asahi wants, and keeps it that way, versus asahi who is asexual and hates that and well if hes a bit miserable in this relationship its only fair to make lucifer miserable too and call him his boyfriend without consent. does anyone hear me? does anyone see my vision? I need to kill the both of them
Ooh I have a request! Can I ask for something about the brothers + Diavolo with MC who is actually a professor in the human world? Additionally, MC’s expertise as a professor is humanities (philosophy).
THE BROTHERS + DIAVOLO reacting to MC being a professor (philosophy)
Lucifer
“It doesn’t surprise me that you’re so well educated ”
It’s honestly refreshing to have someone to talk to on a deep, philosophical and intellectual level. Of course, he could also debate and ponder with Satan, but that usually ends in a screaming match and that’s quite exhausting. Lucifer also doesn’t have much time to talk about philosophy and the wonders of humanity, but when he does, he’s glad to be talking to someone who understands the field.
Mammon
“Well I ain’t gonna call you prof, prof!”
He genuinely hopes you don’t plan on teaching at RAD or at HoL! It’s enough that he has to keep up with his classes as is; the last thing he needs is for you to start quizzing him too. God forbid you start to psychoanalyze him or some shit like that and please don’t sit down next to him while you ponder the meaning of life. He does do that himself quite often, but he doesn’t need anyone knowing about that, least of all you.
Leviathan
“I was drunk!”
Levi lives in a constant state of existential crisis and dread, so it’s not like he doesn’t do philosophy (on any topic, really), he just doesn’t want people to know about it more than they already do. One drunken night, the two of you sat in his room for hours and talked about the differences between human philosophy and demon philosophy. The conversation is on repeat in his mind, but he will never ask for another session. He was feeling like shit the next day, thanks to the demonus, but he also felt so much more enlightened.
Satan
“Are you going to correct me, professor?”
So, so, so smug about it. Loves to challenge you, loves to take apart your theories and open up more questions to be answered. The thing about philosophy is that there’s no one correct answer. Not Kant, not Descartes, not Plato, not anyone had the one singular correct answer to anything, which means that you cannot possibly correct him about his own views. He loves to try and piss you off about that, it thrills him. The look on his face when you turn the tables and force questions on him for hours on end, all while tearing apart his views and theories… By the end, no one knows if he’s killed or fucked you.
Asmodeus
“What’s your philosophy on demons?”
Oh, see the thing is, Asmo is already enamored by you. He’ll lay on his bed, on his stomach, feet in the air and head propped up on his palms while begging you to talk about any and everything. Please explain to him the meaning of life, the way the world might have been created, whether there're aliens out there or not, just… anything. Keep on talking. Your voice is music to his ears, anyway, but when you add something you’re passionate about? Well, baby, that’s a passion he feeds off of.
Beelzebub
“So, like, the meaning of life?”
Philosophy as a whole is easy enough to understand and Beel has his own thoughts and theories concerning life, but he truthfully doesn’t think these through. He’s eager to learn though, eager to hear your side of things and then build upon that. Beel is a great partner to exchange thoughts with, even if his thoughts only form throughout the conversation. It makes him more real, more honest. He’s trusting his gut and the first thing that comes to his mind.
Belphegor
“The stars give me all the answers I need, prof.”
Not so keen on having you around after finding that out. Why? Because he’s terrified you’re going to talk philosophy about him; that you’re going to psychoanalyze him in your pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. Refuses to have deep conversations with you, until one night, the same night Levi also got drunk and talked to you, he found himself sitting beside you on the roof and talking about the universe. That night changed him and every once in a while, he’ll seek you out and ask for honest opinions on things. Don’t get used to it (get used to it).
Diavolo
“How wonderful!”
Diavolo would definitely use you to learn more about how the human realm and humanity as a whole works. Loves to listen to your ideas and theories, and will invite you for tea or dinner a lot of times. Combined with Lucifer, the three of you make a pretty damn good team and you guys even had a few moments where you felt like you were close to the truth of whatever question occupied your minds at that point. Absolutely looks forward to your next meeting every single time.
Can you do one with MC who has anorexia nervosa? It would really mean a lot. Thanks!
of course! I feel like there would be many misinterpretations on the cause of Mc not eating enough because of how demon food is visually unappealing.
Brothers X Mc
TW: purging
Demons don't have a full understanding of Human diets so Lucifer makes his brothers take turns bringing Mc things from the human realm so they can have a little more on their plate.
Lucifer thinks the Demon food is making Mc sick too since it isn't very visually appealing and often smells. He remembers how sick his brothers got so he really thinks they just need more time.
He figures out they were not doing well when they returned for the second round of the exchange program and were still underweight.
Lucifer will stop Mc from purging but he won't forcefully interfere with Mc's diet. Lucifer will extend on offer to take them out to every meal because then they have to eat a little bit, he takes them to fancy places so they'd feel guilty for not. Guilt may not be the best method, but if it works it works, if not he leaves a lot of snacks around for them.
Lucifer can understand having a bit of an issue with appearances, the mirror is a very difficult thing to control. He won't bury them in compliments since the words would lose meaning if he spoke compliments a hundred times every hour, but he will let them know they look good in that outfit, that they deserve a little snack, and how he wants to cover them in kisses even if he isn't saying that every five minutes.
Mammon doesn't get why the human's not eating so he smuggles down food from the Human realm.
He figures out what's going on faster than anyone else. He's in the model industry and unlike Asmo he pays attention to all the competition instead of just the main rivals so he knows what it looks like.
If Mc purges Mammon will hold their hair back and give them some water after. He knows if he tries stopping them then they'll get sneakier about it so he just makes sure they have a nice snack after.
Mammon will actively search for foods Mc can eat a lot of. He thinks small snacks with high protein might be good since they don't look filling and Mc might be able to eat a few without feeling super bad.
Mammon crawls into Mc's bed and cuddle them while telling them how beautiful and perfect they are. He sees them as the most perfect being he's ever laid his eyes upon, they deserve to feel like it.
Mammon calls during mealtimes when Mc is in the human realm to tell them to eat. He hates when they come back thinner but more miserable.
Leviathan doesn't know why Mc throws after dinner and he thinks it's because he smells since his seat is next to theirs. He is relieved to find that's not the case, than panics because Mc needs to get enough food. Humans do still need food to live right?
Leviathan approaches Mc after purges with apple slices and a mice comfort anime so they don't have to think about it.
Leviathan has been jealous of other people's bodies so he does have an understanding for Mc's feelings. However he is very angry at whoever made Mc feel this way. Mc's so hot and perfect and while he has definitely put them on a pedestal, he's not exactly wrong about how hot they are.
Leviathan doe not know how to fix anything, but he's here to talk if Mc wants to.
Leviathan has a ton of snacks in his room and will always offer some to Mc, even if they refuse.
Satan has many books on human behaviour, he knows what anorexia is. Unfortunately he takes an embarrassingly long time to notice it since Devildom cuisine can make humans sick too.
Satan will recommend therapy, he's not making them go but he will bring it up every once in a while.
He has many snacks in his room since small little meals might be less daunting. Satan thinks making homemade meals from the human realm will get Mc to eat. He made it for them, so maybe they'll eat out of obligation.
Satan will wait outside the bathroom if Mc purges in case they want some privacy. He has a cat he brought in for emotional support since Mc needs it.
Satan knows enough about nutrition to get Mc some vitamin gummies. It's no replacement for food, but it's better than nothing.
Satan considered making cat shaped foods, but they were too cute to eat anyway.
Asmodeus notices after a pact since his attention is now on them as much as himself. He feels a little bad about not noticing sooner, but they were just a stranger in his house so he isn't kept up at night about his lack of awareness.
Asmo puts curtains on his mirrors so Mc doesn't have to look at themselves and feel bad. He will however open them up and show Mc all the places he thinks are cute since diet is one thing, mentality is another.
Asmo has a range of outfits for Mc's mood. Asmo knows progress isn't a straight line going up so he keeps the baggy figure hiding clothes even when Mc has ups.
"Hot people like us shouldn't feel bad Mc" - Asmo.
Asmodeus quits his own diet for a while to help Mc with theirs. He has curated multiple different ways for Mc to eat enough to at least stay healthy even if it isn't entirely enough. He has to switch them around and gets his brothers in on it to help him decide.
Asmo hates if Mc purges, throwing up is not a pretty feeling. He has water and a fruit bowl for after.
Beel will trade snacks with Mc and ignore them putting their portion on his plate but they started getting really thin.
Beel would make Mc extra dessert, but they need vitamins. It is very unusual to watch Beel willingly give up a few bites of steak, but Mc should have some.
Gluttony is Beel's domain so he's concerned by Mc's hunger but lack action, He eats plenty so all he has to do is have Mc join in. He'll eat a bunch before these dates so he doesn't accidentally eat Mc's plate.
Beel used to have a full course meal prepared for Mc after their purges (there's a bite in the steak). He stops if Mc feels too overwhelmed by that so he gets several different flavours of granola bars so they have a choice, if he doesn't eat most of them.
There are no scales for Mc to cry over in the house of Lamentation, Beel ate them. It was very funny watching Lucifer and Asmo work together to feed beel all the scales in the house.
Belphegor does notice how thin Mc was during their visits to the attic, but he doesn't question it until he is out and sees that Mc still isn't eating demon food.
Belphegor outright lies to Mc about food. Yeah Mc, that thing looks big but it's actually super low calorie, definitely eat a lot of it. he thinks he's helping more than he is since Mc can no longer trust him about food.
He is very upset when Mc purges and will try to stop it before it starts. He drags them up to the attic for a nap.
Belphegor won't try to get Mc to trust him about food again, he'll leave it to Beel. He still has some snacks in his nightstand for when Mc wakes up hungry.
He may never understand what the issue is with Mc's body, he thinks they look pretty and that's what he says.
Belphegor has no real plan, he's never heard of therapy, but he does want Mc to feel better about themselves. He gives them dreams where they can feel the way he sees them.
