Just like Lucifer, Satan is probably on an important call when you do this. Which is why your little prank can go one of two ways.
Either he's in a playful mood and keeps you by his side while continuing the call and occasionally planting a peck or two on your lips while the other person speaks, or he gets annoyed and shakes his head at you to indicate he's actually busy.
No one would be stupid enough to actually persist after the second result, but if you do, be ready for a genuinely annoyed Satan who chastises you quite a bit.
For Satan, the line between endearment and annoyance is one that's very thin which is why you really need to read the room before you make a move.
Regardless of what he thinks, Satan will definitely be flustered and even try to get you back for your little prank, so don't be surprised if you're walking around the house on a call and suddenly get pulled into a long drawn out kiss.
He's kind enough to not say anything and let the person on the other side of your phone know what happened, but the way Satan winks and softly pecks you again before leaving is probably worse as it does nothing to quell the sudden storm of butterflies holding your stomach hostage.
Asmodeus
Thinks you want to do something dirty.
He's the avatar of lust, what did you even expect? Of course his first thought goes to some unexplored voyeurism-esque kink of yours that you want to explore.
But Asmo is quick to realise the sly little smile on your lips is more innocent and playful than lustful, which is why he simply tugs you to his side and casually continues the call while occasionally kissing you through it.
Even if he was having a serious discussion Asmo doesn't really care, after all, he's done worse things while on a call. (no I will not explain this).
If you still persist and try to distract or annoy him with affection, it really just backfires since Asmodeus is quick to flip the situation and try and make you flustered.
"You can do whatever you want, love, but don't blame me if my editors hear you scream for me."
He might come off as smooth, but it's very easy to flip the situation. After all, Asmo's always willing to have you on top of him.
The only way he'd actually get mad is if he was doing a serious call and saying something important and you kissed him, but even then he just sends you a glare and keeps you by his side so that he can ensure you don't try anything till he's done with the call.
Overall, Asmo's probably the only one who would receive your prank well regardless of the circumstance.
Beelzebub
This oblivious baby-
Beel really doesn't think much about your prank, he just presumes you wanted a little affection which is why you decided to kiss him.
At first, it seems like he's unaffected but once Beel's done with his call he'll turn to you with a small smile and ask if you wanted affection and offer to cuddle.
He doesn't really get that it's a prank, since Beel tends to just randomly kiss or hug you whenever he feels like it so he thinks you're doing the same thing.
If you do mention it was supposed to be a prank/you wanted to see how he would react then he's just genuinely confused because why would he ever be angry if you kissed him?
Beelzebub is honestly just too understanding and sweet to really get annoyed over such things.
If somehow you do decide to do this prank during the off occasion that something serious is going on, which probably just means one of his brothers was injured/Belphie got caught up in a fight, then Beel finds your action more comforting than annoying.
Belphegor
Belphie doesn't really do calls, so you best expect that if you ever catch him on the phone something is either terribly wrong or Lucifer decided to annoy him inform him of something that is in dire need of his attention.
If the situation is the former, then Belphegor's menacing aura will be enough to scare you off and swap out your playfulness for concern.
But if it's the latter, then Belphie will be happy to have you distract him from his brother's droning complaints.
When you first joined him on the bed to plant a quick but passionate kiss on his lips you had expected at least a bit of visible annoyance if not a pillow thrown in your face.
However, what you hadn't anticipated was the sly smirk that tugged on his lips as Belphie pulled you down in his lap and all but made out with you.
He doesn't even bother moving the phone away because he wants Lucifer to hear the small whine you let out as he kisses you like his life depends on it.
"Sorry Lucifer, my baby was being needy."
Doesn't even care that Lucifer called the two of you to his office and gave you an earful of what is and isn't appropriate behaviour when on the call. In fact, that only heightens his smugness.
You can't even say anything because Belphie is quick to throw you under the bus and say he was simply satisfying your needs.
It's safe to say you never think of pulling such pranks on Belphegor. Unless, of course, you are needy.
<3 not an anniversary post but when I first started writing on here my first posts were mammon headcanons!!! its only fair after 2 years I include all the brothers
<3 gn!mc x brothers little bit of diavolo and barbatos
<3 sfw, crack, fluff
levi 100% has mutuals that he's met online in other games or chatrooms but he met a group of people playing the same game as him and they all clicked so he got added to their group of friends and now they talk 24/7 and they all go to conventions together ofc they’re doing a group cosplay
when mammon had finally admitted to himself that he had feelings for mc the first thing he did was look up ways to flirt with a human and during his deep dive came across alpha, beta, sigma male videos and now flirts with mc only that way its canon I'm one of the developers
when lucifer, diavolo, and barbatos get together they talk about the good ol days before the devildom changed like bunch of old people
asmo uses aave but not in a correct way more like how white teens on tiktok use it
lucifer has chuckled at those cringy mom wine quotes and his favorite one is “I was normal three kids ago”
the brothers were shook to travel back to the human world during the 21st century the last time they all went it was defiantly during the beginning of civilization
since it’s like kinda canon the devildom takes trends and inspiration from the human world when mc came down they were definitely ahead of the trends
if mc where to ever pick up a side hustle i feel like they could sell old clothes on the devildom version of depop and like imagine mammon is looking on there one day and sees mc selling old clothes 100% mammon buys mc’s clothes why? because he can and loves how they found a way to earn cash responsibly he just overall wants to support them
ok i might make a story out of this headcanon but like imagine it’s pride month and mc is telling lucifer happy pride month and giving him rainbow themed gifts the entire day and he really doesn’t understand until mc takes luci to a pride parade and everything clicks
asmo and y2k aesthetic that’s all i’m gonna say
levi definitely has some favorite human world kpop groups i feel like he’d like the big three (twice, blackpink, red velvet) maybe 4th gen gg
people always say satan had and emo/rebellious phase but belphie 100% got satan into the emo scene which escalated into a rebellious phase, during this era they bonded so much and creating the anti Lucifer league kinda brought back memories
beel definitely played youth fangol or like youth sports in the celestial realm so when he fell to the devildom and started playing fangol here no way he doesn't coach little demons like they all love him and takes them to team dinners and stuff LIKE IMAGINE OMGGGGG
a/n: I thought of this in the shower yesterday and as you can see, went feral and wrote almost 4k. you're welcome. I also used this prompt list to help with some ideas.
Lucifer: the most important thing your soulmate says to you that day appears on your body
Lucifer gave up looking for his soulmate millennial ago
he figured if they weren't in the celestial realm or the Devildom you either didn't exist or were in the human realm. a realm he doesn't have time to scour
it pains him sometimes, the idea of knowing his person was out there and he wouldn't know it was them unless they talked
he thinks it's a curse, a punishment for the celestial war by having a difficult sign
and then when you come down to the Devildom he thinks maybe it's you
you were able to bring together his family, to show him life was worth living and risks were worth taking
but he never finds anything written on his body and as days go by the exchange program comes to its end
he acts like it doesn't sting, like his heart doesn't sink when you leave and there's still no message
he gets rid of all hope then, any idea of a soulmate is squashed. never to be thought of
when you're sent to the Devildom a second time you couldn't wait to see Lucifer again. you had heard rumors about his soulmate sign, about how he had given up after you left. You had hoped he was your soulmate too, only to be met with sorrow when nothing would appear. it hurt more to hear Lucifer had given up, even if you weren't his soulmate you knew he deserved love. he deserved to be with a person who would nurture his dreams and send him to bed when dusk falls.
Lucifer is in his study when you find him with his head in his hand.
"hey." and he looks up, heart fluttering when he sees you standing in the middle of the room. a small smile makes its way onto your face, drinking in the sight of him. his hair is disheveled, tie undone around his neck but its the most attractive he's ever been. you make your way over to his chair and plop down on his lap. He sinks his head into your shoulder, hands coming to your waist.
"thought I'd find you here," you tease, fingers running through his hair. He says something and it's muffled by the fabric of your shirt.
"I think you're going to have to say that again."
"tell me I've been on your mind since the day you left." your mouth runs dry and fingers cease. there's a light tingling sensation on your clavicle.
"of course you have," you respond and pull away. Lucifer cranes his neck up to see you fiddling with the collar of your shirt. you pull it down a bit and he sees it in a neat cursive along the bone.
tell me I've been on your mind since the day you left
he looks stunned, eyes wide. you look down and see it, breath caught in your throat. he looks down at his forefinger, studying it.
of course you have
"Lucifer..." his lips are on yours almost instantly. you bring your hand to cup his jaw.
"I knew it had to be you," he whispers. You both stay like that for a while, thinking about how you'll spend your nights listening to vinyl records and waking up in each others arms.
Mammon: writing on your body appears on your soulmate's
writing down little notes on your arm has always helped you remember
especially when you began living in the Devildom, writing the names of streets or the types of hexes on your forearm became a second nature
Mammon's noticed the notes appear on his skin, unable to come off no matter how hard he scrubbed
thankfully, his choice in clothes has always managed to hide it. he knows a sign of his soulmate but in honesty, he'd be crushed if it wasn't you
so if he continued to hide them from anyone's sight he'd still be able to stay with you. he isn't taking the chance to lose you if you weren't his soulmate
when you were getting ready for class one day you found a series of numbers scribbled on your palm
it was safe to say you hadn't written it, the numbers made no sense to you and it wasn't your printing
you knew this was your soulmate's doing but it was the first time a note had been written on you. did your soulmate just...not write on their own body??
You end up seeing Mammon slinking around the halls of RAD showing off his new watch to anyone within a meter from him.
"Hey! Human," he calls out, his voice being carried throughout the corridor. You turn towards him and he's glowing, thrusting his arm out to you.
"I won it in a bet. Ain't it nice?" The gold band catches thee light from one of the many windows that line the hall making it sparkle. Mammon lets you grasp his hand, it's soft and warm in your own as you inspect the watch. When you go to drop his hand you notice something. 62 38 17 20. You flip his palm up and see the numbers is scrawled in blue ink. It's identical to yours, the writing, the pen ink.
"Oh, yeah. I played the lotto last night. Wrote down the numbers." He shrugs but doesn't take his hand out of yours. He enjoys the feeling of your finger tracing the writing too much.
"Why ya lookin' at me like that?" You're squinting, studying the numbers to make sure you aren't imaging anything. When you look up at him he raises his eyebrows. Wordlessly, you pull up the sleeve of your uniform and place your palm parallel to his. You watch his eyes drop to your hand, his lips part but no sound comes out. It's his turn to bring a finger to your hand, touch so light like he's afraid of burning you.
"Does this mean..." he trails off, looking back up to your face. He's fighting the urge to smile too afraid that this is all a dream. Mammon lets you roll up his sleeve to reveal the notes you've written and you feel your heart pound against your chest. Mammon was your soulmate.
"You're my soulmate," you breathe, still looking at his skin. In an instant, Mammon wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. He buries his face in your hair taking a deep breath. You reciprocate the hug, looping your arms around his torso listening to his rapid heartbeat.
"You don't know how hard I wished it was you," he whispers.
"Looks like you're stuck with me," you laugh, tears prickling your eyes. Mammon kisses the crown of your head.
"Hm yeah. Gonna cause a lot of trouble for me, aren't ya?"
Levi: you feel the same emotion as your soulmate
you always thought of yourself as someone who was in touch with their emotions
it was one of your greatest assets and even more handy when you started living in the Devildom
lately, it seemed like you couldn't get a handle on them, mood swings were more common or emotions would hit you suddenly out of nowhere. You noticed it would happen during the late hours of the night when everyone was sleeping soundly in their rooms
You didn't know what was happening until did some research and found that this could potentially be a sign that you've found a soulmate, but it would be much harder to figure out who it could because the only clues you had were emotions.
during class you became ecstatic, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt and you heart was full of joy. your thoughts were preoccupied with happy memories and your presence lifted everyones mood
it was weird, you weren't sure what made you this excited but it felt like a breath of fresh air. you were perky the rest of the day and even on your walk home
when you walk into Levi's room he's bouncing off the walls and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. His radiates a gleeful energy and when he spots you leaning on his doorway he grins.
"guess what?" he asks and you feel like you're about to burst. He doesn't give you time to answer before he continues, words spewing out of his mouth.
"I was able to get us tickets to our favourite idol group! I know how much you enjoyed listening to their songs with me so I stayed up all night and skipped class to make sure I bought the VIP passes!"
relief. you see it on his face and you feel it within your core. you hold onto the feeling a touch too long before your stomach drops and despair takes a hold of you.
"do...do you not want to go?" Levi deflates, the joy in his face is swiftly replaced with a frown.
"no! no, no, of course I'd love to go! that's really sweet and considerate of you." This time he feels something. He feels loved. It makes his back straighten and chest puff out.
"no one has ever done anything like this for me," you add.
"I guess...I guess this is why we're soulmates."
Levi feels the words die in his throat. he never thought he would have a soulmate. someone to care for him and to put up with his rambles. but he can feel it. he can feel it seeping from his pores and it cradles him. makes him feel safe in a world full of hate and judgement.
content. you both feel it flooding you as you grip his hands in yours.
Satan: you can hear your soulmates voice in your mind
Satan thought he had finally lost it when he started hearing a voice in his head. thoughts that didn't belong to him would echo throughout his mind. when is this class over? I wonder what I should do for lunch
it would scare him at first, make him jump out of his skin to hear an unrecognizable voice interrupt the silence. after a while he found it amusing, listening to your most inner thoughts. maybe it was about how your day was going or that pop song stuck in your head for the millionth time
you had a similar reaction when you heard a voice in your head that wasn't yours. most of the time it sounded like sighs or a narration of a movie plot
it became the highlight of your day, listening to his thoughts when he would read. try to solve the book's mystery before reaching the final pages and the triumphant yes! that would follow soon after
you both have attempted to reach out to each other but it seems not every thought is able to get through. you know each other's names, and general personal details. its like an itch you can't scratch. you're with your soulmate for majority of your days but can't see them. can't hold them in your arms after a long day and it weighs on your heart
Satan knows this. he knows you. how you crave of finally meeting, of being able to see the life you think about together
it hurts him too, thinking about how he can't spend his quiet afternoons with you, the only person who genuinely understands him and his ways. the only person he can trust to love him whole
the coffee shop isn't too busy when you walk in, the smell of the beans linger in the air and the heat kisses your cheeks. you see a couple sitting on the nook together exchanging hushed whispers.
I wish we could have that
we will. I'm sure of it
you let out a small laugh. you take pleasure in the confidence Satan emits, always certain you'll have your fairytale ending together.
"can I get a latte, please." Your head snaps up to see a mop of blonde hair infant of you. they're wearing a green jacket and a book bag a hangs off their shoulder with a voice you could recognize anywhere. you hesitate, what if your mind is playing tricks on you?
"thanks."
"Satan?" you call and the figure freezes. Emerald green eyes stare into yours.
"you're here," he says, bringing out a hand to cup your cheek. he can feel the warmth on his palm as he takes a step closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies. you rest your forehead against his.
"Hi." he smiles and closes his eyes. you feel wetness on your cheeks and notice he's crying. you bring your thumb to brush away at the stray tears.
"its okay," you whisper and he hiccups.
"I'm here. you don't have to be alone anymore."
Asmodeous: living in a colourless world until you meet
Asmo's been alive so long that seeing things in black and white doesn't even bother him
He never thought he would have a true soulmate seeing as he is the Avatar of Lust
people fall for him every day and he can charm people into loving him. he never thought he could have anything genuine because of who he is.
Unlike him, you haven't been living like this for as long, it was natural for these things to take time but who can blame you for being anxious?
but when you appear in an unfamiliar room and see the orange tint from the candle light and the sparkling stars in the deep blue sky your heart starts pounding in your chest
to be honest you didn't even know who your soulmate was, there's several people looking at you so it's kind of process of elimination
Asmo blinks and all of a sudden he's staring at the red uniform that Diavolo is wearing
so he blinks again and it doesn't disappear, he can see the pink and green that paints his nails and pale purple banners that line the council room
his soulmate is a human who's definitely overwhelmed, he can see it on your face that you're trying to process all the information being thrown at you so he takes it upon himself to not tell you. he doesn't trust himself to not interfere. he doesn't want to make you fall for him, he wants you to do it on your own. he wants to know he is worthy
You've been living in the Devildom for a few weeks and are no closer to finding who your soulmate is. Spending your free time with the brothers who were in that room with you except for Lucifer and Diavolo who always seem to be busy. It's a bit frustrating, no one seems to have hinted at recently seeing the world in full colour or giving you clues on who it may be. What's the point of seeing life in colour if there's no one to share it with?
Asmodeous has been trying to adjust to this new life. To the idea that his soulmate is a human who he's desperately trying to avoid. It makes his heart ache, not being able to get to know you like he should because of who he is. Because of what he is. He locks himself in his room staring at all his belongings but it doesn't shut out the thoughts that race in his mind. They come to a standstill when he hears a soft rap on the door and his greeted by you.
You've never really gotten the chance to look at his eyes. Pink hues and orange tints blurred together as they shine under the hallway light. His gaze is soft, it makes your stomach turn and heat rush to your cheeks. An epiphany. You're not sure how you missed it, the signs were there. Why he would avoid you, keeping you at arms distance.
"I like the colour of your eyes."
It fills him with a joy, warmth flooding his system as he lets out a chuckle. He needs someone like you around, to remind him he's worthy of true love. To remind him that there is more to life than superficial beauty.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want to...to make it unnatural or-"
"It's okay. I had to spend a lot of time with your brothers to figure it out, though." He laughs, corners of his mouth lifting making you beam. He looks radiant in colour, it compliments his skin adding to his aura.
" I promise I'll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you," he teases.
Beel: flying a paper airplane that moves in the direction of your soulmate
Beel doesn't think about soulmates too often unlike his other brothers
he likes to believe Belphie's the closest thing he'll get to one and that's okay
but there is times where he finds himself wondering if he'd finally be satisfied if he found his soulmate. if he had someone to share his treats with or someone to give him an infinite amount of kisses
you come to mind when he pictures a soulmate, you don't try to change him or chastise him for eating as much as he does. yet there is no sign you're his soulmate or he is yours
and that's what stops him, he doesn't want to get in the way of you finding your person because he can't get enough of you.
you don't really know much about soulmates until you go to the Devildom and hear stories about them. how demons find there life partners from being drawn together by a red ribbon or having matching tattoos
it makes you believe your soulmate is out there, gives you hope you'll find a envy worthy love
Beelzebub is bored. this class on potions has been going on forever and he's lost all focus. he spies a classmate making a paper airplane, probably out of boredom so he follows in suit. folding the line paper over itself as the bell rings, signaling the end of class. he waits until the other students to leave before he throws it, letting it whizz through the air. except it doesn't land on the floor like he expects, it continues to zoom in the air and out the door. hurrying, he packs up his things and dashes out the classroom scanning the hall for the plane. He notices it flying over heads and in between students before he begins to jog through the crowd. it takes him through another wing of the school before sending him outside by the courtyard. at this point he knows there's something more than wind controlling the paper airplane. Did he use a cursed paper, he thinks to himself, gaining on it. He doesn't notice the plane's descent as he collides with you, moving your body on top of his to absorb the impact. the sound of crumpled paper can be heard as the plane lands beside the two of you.
"are you okay?" you ask while you lift yourself off his chest. he's blushing, no doubt because of the position your in. your legs hooked around his hips, hands pressed firmly on his ribcage.
"y-yeah. you're not hurt anywhere are you?" you shake your head and he sits up.
"what were you chasing?"
"that," he points to the air plane, drawing your attention.
"you threw it out here? it's not windy though." you're right, he thinks. there is no wind or breeze at all out here. the leaves are firmly planted on the branches of trees and no one's jumped out of a bush to admit to a prank. Beel looks at the plane while he bites the inside of his cheek. you reach out and grab the piece of paper to inspect it.
"you know," he starts. you look at him expectedly with wide eyes.
"they say a sign of finding your soulmate is if you throw a paper airplane it will lead you to them." you're quiet. thinking it over he guesses.
"I threw it back in the classroom. but it just kept going and brought me out here. and then landed right by you."
"are you saying I'm your soulmate?"
he shrugs, so you take the airplane and throw it behind you. both of you watch anxiously as it swoops around in the air to change direction and crashes into Beel's head.
"well... I think it's safe to say we're soulmates," you say with a sly grin.
Belphie: when you have a question, your soulmate has the answer
Belphegor doesn't believe in soulmates
he thinks its a concept made up by someone who was too desperate for their own good
he's met humans, demons, and angels alike and hasn't found one he finds more than tolerable. he's been living for so long and it hasn't happened yet so it's another reason why it's a myth
yes he's heard the stories about how there's a plethora of signs and clues to find your soulmate but he doesn't care. it's too much work to go out and look for them
the Devildom has a lot of traditions you didn't know about and one of them was the idea of things that lead you to your soulmate
it was interesting of course, how there were so many ways to find the person who was made for you
but none of the brothers talked about their signs or if they've found their soulmate so you began to think it was some sort of hoax
"do you believe in soulmates?" it cuts through the silence that filled the planetarium. Belphie is laying down on the couch, eyes drifting closed.
"no." he doesn't even open his eyes. He snuggles into his blanket more.
"how come?" your tone sounds somber.
"I don't think you can only have one person for your be all, end all. why?" you shrug with a sigh and he opens one eye to analyze your figure. you're sat beside him, staring out the window.
"I was talking to Solomon about it. he said even demons have soulmates but none of you guys ever talk about them."
"why were you asking him about it?" there's a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"Like I said, you never talk about it. did you ever look for them?" you shift closer to him and he lays his head on your lap. you've always felt like home to him.
"no. too much work," he replies with a yawn. typical.
"do you know what your sign is at least?"
"yeah." he closes both eyes again
"are you going to tell me what it is?"
"having the answer to their questions. I met a witch once. she told me."
The air is still and the room has gone so quiet you could hear a pin drop. your mind races to come to a proper conclusion.
"Belphie?" you ask calmly. he hums in response.
"did you know this whole conversation was just us asking each other questions?" you look down at him and he opens his eyes.
"not before you brought it up... do you believe in soulmates?" he questions.
takes really good care of his hair and makes sure it looks presentable at all times
doesn't use as many products as asmo but they can be pretty expensive
when he's out, he always ties it in a neat high bun and likes to pin his hair with a red rose
when he's at home, a ponytail usually suffices
doesn't wear a headband 'cuz it hurts the sides of his head
he just uses hair spray and a brush to keep the baby hairs out
it's always such a relief to undo his hair, especially after a long day
he takes a couple of minutes combing it to relax before he goes to sleep
MAMMON
you'd expect him to be too lazy to keep it up and presentable (considering how he puts on his uniform- he looks like he got robbed on the way to rad)
but he actually uses a decent amount of effort to make it look nice
part of the reason is if he doesn't, it gets in his face all the time and it's annoying
another is he wants to look somewhat decent, it's not that hard for him to make his hair look well-kept. throw on a slightly half-assed ponytail and he's done
his rad uniform is a mess because it has too many buttons. his hair is one thing, his uniform is another.
LEVIATHAN
a complete mess almost all the time
he doesn't spend much money on hair products unless it's some type of anime merch, and even then he doesn't use them so they can be "preserved"
usually ties his hair into pigtails because ruri-chan (also they're easy to do)
sometimes uses pins to keep the baby hairs out of his face when he's gaming, but he normally wears a headband that hasn't been replaced for hundreds of years
SATAN
finds wearing a bun most convenient, the only problem is that lucifer wears a bun too
it took a while for him to stop changing hairstyle every day for him to realize that plenty of people wear their hair in buns so he just does it now
does try to make it as different as possible (ie. making it low and loose instead of high and tight, wearing a headband instead of a pin)
whenever asmo's out, he buys 2 of the same hair products so his hair is really soft and well taken care of
asmo also loves playing with satan's hair, so in the morning you'll see him with a ponytail; then a couple hours later with a braided bun
ASMODEUS
you'd think he'd have to spend a bunch of money for his hair products, but his fans give him free stuff all the time, and beauty companies give him their products so he can advertise them on his devilgram
he washes his hair around 3-4 times a week, and during those days he makes sure to wake up early since his morning routine takes longer
definitely has the most beautiful hair out of everyone here
likes to experiment with his hairstyles a lot, but it usually depends on his mood
he doesn't keep up with the trends, he makes the trends- so he doesn't go to devilgram for ideas (most of the time).
can make almost any hairstyle look good, and on the off chance he has a bad hair day, he wears a cute hat.
BEELZEBUB
more focused on convenience than if his hair looks good or not, but sometimes asmo styles his hair (while complaining about how beel never takes care of his hair) and he always knows which hairstyle fits beel best
if asmo isn't doing his hair, he just wears it in a bun so it doesn't get in the way when he's eating
he puts more effort when he's playing fangol though. it's in a tighter and higher bun, and he wears a sport headband
BELPHEGOR
god his is worse than levi's. at least levi ties his hair.
almost never takes care of it. the only reason he combs his hair is because lucifer will lecture him about it, and if it gets too far- lucifer'll brush belphie's hair himself. and it always hurts (on purpose).
he washes it every now and again because otherwise, it'll smell really bad.
since he's always sleeping, his hair is tangled almost all the time, and he only brushes it at the end of the day. so you're stuck looking at a bird's nest whenever you see belphie.
DIAVOLO
if you see him with a fancy hairstyle (which is every time), just know barbatos did it
he's tried, he really has- but his hands can be pretty clumsy and he always messes up when he looks at tutorials :(
the most he can do is a messy bun, a ponytail, and pigtails (his favourite)
at the very least he prides himself in knowing how to wash his. he knows just how to untie the knots in his hair after waking up from bed and after a long day. it's one of his favourite parts of the day (he likes to chat with lucifer about it).
BARBATOS
despite not having almost any time to himself, he always goes out with a braided bun
it's elegant, classy, beautiful; and it suits someone like him. it also keeps his hair out of the way and he can braid ribbons into it when he's feeling decorative (gold is his favourite).
he has multiple jeweled hair pins depending on what he wears for special occasions
SIMEON
luke likes to style his hair in the morning, and he always keeps the end result even if it looks horrible (it usually isn't)
if luke doesn't do his hair, he usually just leaves it untied
like to put pins, wear headbands and braided ribbons to make it look less plain but that's about it
you almost never see it tangled, and he keeps a hairbrush and hair tie on him at all times
LUKE
loves playing with simeon's hair 'cuz it always feels and smells nice. also because he can't do his own hair.
he can't see what he's doing behind his own head so he either just ties them in the basic/easy hairstyles (ponytails, simple but neat buns, pigtails < only sometimes because they make him feel childish) or simeon does it for him
it's his second favourite activity with the upper angel (next to baking with him).
SOLOMON
despite all his years of living, he has absolutely no clue how to take care of his hair (asmo cried when he first felt his hair)
speaking of which, while his hair is atrocious to the touch- he somehow knows how to make it look presentable and not like a pile of dry hay
used the 13-in-1 shampoo and only stopped when asmo went into his demon form about it
the reader is asexual and has gradually gotten along with all of the brothers except Asmo, due to a fear of how overtly affectionate/sexual the demon can be. it’s gotten to the point where the brothers devise a plan to make the reader spend some time with asmo and form a friendship; or if not an understanding that even though he’s a lot, asmo does care in his own way
Ohhhhhh I know that feeling too well my love. I hope that nobody's touching you without your consent, and if they do, call me, I'll kill them nice and slow. <3
I just can't live with the fact that some ppl ignore boundaries and so however they please like bitch can you maybe not touch me?
Your name is MC and you're a sheep in this fic
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"Don't worry, I'm here."
The brothers felt bad for Asmo.
I mean, sure, Asmodeus was sometimes overly affectionate on purpose, but it seemed that whenever he wanted to hug MC or pat their shoulder or just touch them platonically in any way, the sheep just...looked at him with a frown and a raised hand, muttering a soft:
"Please don't do that."
And Asmodeus always pouts cutely as you walk away, and while you do, you let out a sigh of relief. You knew that Asmo couldn't really...ground his affections and desires because of his position, but he could at least tone it down with the verbal affections.
You nearly had a stroke whenever Asmodeus flirted with you, because it'd always sound sweet and you'd think he was being innocent just this once, before he ruins the mood and builds up your guard around him even stronger when he scooches closer to you with a smirk. Of course, you go away right away before he has a chance to do anything else.
...
"I feel bad for Asmo,", Levi mumbles as he fixates his orange eyes on the screen in his phone, thinking back to the time when Asmodeus tried hugging you after a compliment you gave him, but he instead crashed against the wall as you ran away.
"Me too.", Mammon mumbles as he counts a few coins he found on the way from the school to the house of Lementation. He thought back to that one time where you were forced to sit next to Asmo, who couldn't help but lean into your neck and smell at your fragrance, and you pushed him away with a disgusted face.
Of course, Asmodeus couldn't be mad at you, how would he? He already came to terms with the fact that there were some people in this world that didn't need all that body contact and pleasure, just a small high-five and fist-bump being enough for them to count as physical touch.
"Well, we certainly need a plan.", Satan speaks up as he holds up a book. "I've read that handholding is pretty popular amongst asexual people, because there are many ways to hold hands; interlacing the fingers with each other, rubbing the thumb on the other person's back of their hand, and holding pinkies.", he listed, and Leviathan blushed at the thought of holding hands with someone.
Lucifer nodded. "That's actually a good idea, but how would you like MC and Asmodeus to hold hands when MC quite literally despises Asmodeus' touch?", the eldest brother asked.
Satan raised his hands before he lowered it with a frown. "I-...don't know."
"What if they go to that scary place from the human world?", Beel asked through a stuffed mouth and Lucifer had marks in his temple as he asked Beel to swallow his food before he said something.
Beel ate up his sandwich, before he spoke about his idea. "Since October is slowly pulling up in the human world, they already have decorations for halloween...although it's like, two months too early... but still. I once went with my friends and it was rather scary..", the avatar of gluttony mumbled before he bit into the next closest burger.
Lucifer looked up in thought. "That might actually work...mammon, challenge Asmodeus and MC to go there, I'm sure Asmodeus would accept.", he ordered, and Mammon nodded.
No need to throw tantrums when he wanted MC and Asmo to get closer platonically right? Also he was glad that he didn't have to go to that spookhouse.
...
"A spookhouse? Sounds neat.", you shrugged as you looked at Mammon.
"Eh? Isn't that for younger kids?", Asmodeus asked before he looked at his nails.
"Beel and his friends went there too!", Mammon exclaimed, and for once, Asmodeus didn't hear a lie from Mammon's mouth.
"Is that a bet or something?", the avatar of lust asked, voice laced with suspisciousness towards his elder brother.
Mammon sighed in exasperation before whispering something into Asmodeus' ear. After a moment, the two composed themselves again and Asmodeus acdepted.
...
"AHH!", the blonde screamed in fear as another skeleton fell from the ceiling and nearly right on top of him. you just stood next to him, your hands in your pockets.
'Beel, why didn't you keep the spookhouse to yourself? And why is Asmodeus of all brothers here with me today?', you thought as you watched him close his eyes tightly as he hugged himself.
Now, you felt bad for Asmodeus as well. He really looked like he didn't enjoy it here, and for once, you let your guard down.
"Hey.", you spoke gently after you sat down next to him. He held his ears shut, his legs close to his chest and you didn't like the way his clothes got dirty from all the dust and dirt on the ground.
You slowly put your hand on his shoulder, and he flinched. But you pressed down, and Asmo finally opened his eyes as he had tears in his eyes.
"wanna leave?", you asked, and Asmo nodded. You stood up before reaching out your hand. Asmo looked at you with a face full of unsureness, and the question lingered in the air.
'are you really okay with that?', his eyes asked.
you opened your hand more in yes.
And he slowly brought up his hand, giving you the chance to pull back, but he got the message after your hand held his and helped him stand up.
"Let's get the heck outta here.", you said, and Asmo nodded as he wiped away his tears.
'Holding hands like this...is not so bad.', you and Asmo thought, and for once, his dirty mind was completely gone, instead having a calm and warm and comforting feeling in his stomach when he looked at your hand which was holding his tightly.
so tightly, as if to say: "Don't worry, I'm here."
And with holding his hand tightly, you and Asmodeus went home.
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bruh I think I kinds messed it up? But I dunno, btw are you okay with handholding? Because i did and i played with the thought of maybe holding pinkies but then it wouldn't be as dramatic you know?
Anyways, I hope you liked it, and if not, tell me and I'll try to do better next time!
Mc kissing all of Asmo's scars while telling him over and over how beautiful he is. Just because it's one of those days where the fifth born feels insecure, and Mc is not going to allow something like that to make him shed more tears. Whether it's kicking the butt of some unsavory demon or showering their adorable boyfriend with love.
!Warnings! None! Just fluff. Tooth rotting fluff with the brothers and a gender neutral reader! There is mention of a nightmare but that’s all.
Lucifer
• You burst into Lucifer’s room which functions more as an office with a bed rather than an actual bedroom.
• At the sound of his door bursting open he swings his spinning chair around to face you. His widened eyes being the only indication that you startled him.
• He opens his mouth like he’s going to speak but you cut him off by outstretching your arms with a smile. “Cuddle me!”
• His mouth that was in an o shape from the surprise of you cutting him off quickly forms a soft grin.
• He gently shakes his head as he lets out what almost sounds like a chuckle before he extends both of his arms a little out offering to fulfill your request.
• In one swift motion you are in front of him trying to figure out how to get into his lap so that he can cradle you. Surely enough the two of you figure it out and you end up with your head on his shoulder and your legs dangling around him, and your feet hanging off of his chair.
• You let out a content sigh as you feel him sink into the embrace. His head leaned against yours and his gloved hand stroking your hair.
Mammon
• You walk into Mammon’s room where you are greeted by his bright smile and rambling about a new scheme for Grimm that you “just gotta” take part in
• Mammon slowly stops his rambling after realizing he has been getting no reaction from you for a few moments.
• He kinda just stares at you before you throw your arms out towards him. “Cuddle me!” Your words come out as more of a plead rather than an order causing Mammon to crack a small smile as his face heats up.
• “Of course you’d want the Great Mammon to hold ya! But only on one condition! If I say yes ya’ you gotta listen to my idea! And I mean really listen to it!” You let your smile widen as you nod your head upwards and then downwards repeatedly, and fast.
• He wraps his arms around your waist and you follow suit, wrapping your legs around his waist. He picks you up and sits down on the couch with you. Careful not to squish your legs that are criss crossed around his midsection.
• You take a moment to appreciate his touch, his scent, his warmth. After a long pause of comfortable silence besides the two of your synchronized breathes you look up at him. His cheeks are turning a slightly more visible shade of red.
• You tuck your face back into the crook of his neck as you let a smile tug on the sides of your lips. He feels your smile forming and wastes no time questioning you. “Oi? What’re you smiling about, huh?” You let out a small giggle. “Oh nothing. Just the fact that your blushing.” He begins stumbling over his words as he thinks of excuses and explanations. “Am not!” You look up at him again. “Are too! I can see it right now!” And with that, the thought of any schemes and plans for Grimm, or just anything that isn’t the two of you, are gone.
Levi
• You are in Levi’s room, sprawled out across his bed. Your are on your phone scrolling aimlessly through random apps and Levi is watching an anime.
• You let out a sigh of boredom before rolling over onto your back and holding your phone in the air above you. Still scrolling with no particular goal in mind.
• After coming to terms with the fact that you weren’t gonna find anything interesting on your phone, you spring up and make your way over to Levi.
• He is too focused on the show before him to realize that you are standing at his side immediately. But when he does his face starts to immediately go red. “How.. how long were you there for..?!”
• You shrug before stretching your arms out in front of you. “Cuddle me.” His face is even redder now, and he is trying to hide it by looking from one side of the room to the other. Rambles to fast to be coherent falling from his lips.
• You tilt your head to the side waiting for your request to be accepted or declined. Once his eyes meet yours again and he notices the confusion making its way across every one of your features he quickly snaps out of it and accepts. “Ah- of course!” He moves his legs apart to give you a space to make your way into.
• Once you are on his chair. Legs on either side of him. Arms wrapped around his torso and your face in the crook of his neck, you take the sensation in. He is warm. His touch is gentle although he is a little stiff. And his scent is sweet and inviting. You let the moment of silence linger for a moment longer before letting out a small giggle and starting to speak. “Are my normie tactics working on you yet?”
Satan
• You were sitting next to him on the couch. Your head leaned onto his shoulder. His hand on one of your criss crossed knees as he recited a piece you didn’t know the name of.
• As he continued you couldn’t stop glancing up at him. The way the green of his eyes shimmered even in the dimness of the room. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed upwards and then downwards again as he took pauses between words. The way his hair fell so perfectly to frame his face.
•He had been taking those pauses between words to look back down at you. Although you were too absorbed in thoughts about him to notice.
• “Is there something wrong, dear?” You slowly shake your head no as you pull your head away from his shoulder. “Cuddle me.”
• Your words fall out of your mouth before you can even realize what you’re saying. He lets out a small chuckle before setting the piece down on a side table and patting his lap.
• You waste no time crawling into it and draping your arms over his shoulders. Resting your head in the crook of his neck and letting out a content hum.
• There is a moment of silence before you begin to speak, head still buried in his neck. “Can you.. can you still read though? I love the way you sound when you read.” He lets out a small chuckle before grabbing the piece from before. “Of course.”
Asmo
• You’re sitting with your legs criss crossed as Amso applies a cream to your face. His fingertips lightly brushing every inch of your skin making sure he doesn’t miss a single spot.
• The sensation of the cream is cool and refreshing with the scent of cucumbers. While Asmo’s fingers are warm and tingly. The heat of his hand on your face only making you feel hot.
• He goes to reach for another ointment when you open your eyes for a moment and catch a glimpse of him. His hair springy as he turns to dig through his basket of beauty supplies. In one swift motion he is turned towards you again new products in each hand.
• Once he sees that your eyes are open again a smile spreads across his face as he places the supplies down between the two of you. “Close your eyes, silly!” His grin grows a little wider. “I know how much you love to see yours truly. But this is about you!” He grabs an ointment and holds it up. “So let me take care of you!”
• You let a small grin spread across your face as you outstretch your arms towards him. “Cuddle me.” At the sounds of your words he has to hold back a squeal, opting to internally scream instead. He quickly stands up and sits on the edge of his bed and extends his arms to you in return. He makes grabby motions with his hands as he speaks. “Come here so I can hold you!”
Beel
• You were on Beel’s bed, chin propped up by your hands, stomach pressed into the soft mattress beneath you and your knees bent, swinging your feet away from your behind and then back again. Beel is right beside you, scarfing down handfuls of extra buttery microwaved popcorn.
• You two were watching a movie. Although, the two of you weren’t into it. But neither of you would dare say you disliked it in fear of hurting the others feelings. You pull your hands away from your face. Allowing your chin to fall into the mattress below and you stop swinging your legs. Letting them fall behind you as you drape your arms over the edge of his bed. Spread out like one of those bear rugs.
• You roll over to your back to look up at the ceiling when Beel catches your eye. He is still scarfing down popcorn. Looking like he is zoned out looking at the screen rather than actually watching the movie. His hands are mindlessly reaching into the popcorn filled bowl as his mouth hangs open anticipating another handful of the snack.
• The movements of his hand are swift. Calculated. Every time he clutches another handful of popcorn his knuckles flex, defining the veins and muscles in his hands. His eyes are wide yet emotionless as he stares blankly at the screen before the two of you. His throat bobbing upwards and then downwards again every other moment.
• After a moment too long of your admiring his hand freezes. Hovering above the bowl as if he’s going to grab another handful. But then his eyes meet yours. “Is there something on my face?” You shake your head to snap yourself out of your staring session and he takes it as you shaking your head no. “There isn’t- but then what were you staring at..?”
• You sit up and turn to face him. Hands in your lap and your legs folded criss cross. “It’s just..” he’s beautiful. But you don’t know how to say that to him. “You’re nice to look at.” You shrug letting a small smile tug on the sides of your lips.
“Oh.” He lets a wide smile spread across his face as he tilts his head to the side a little. “You are too.” You can hear the sincerity in his tone. The innocence. It’s one of the things that makes him so amazing. “Cuddle me.”
• The words fall from your mouth faster than you can comprehend. He tilts his head further as the purple tones in his irises shimmer in the light from him widening his eyes. “Me?” He says confusion apparent in his voice. You nod your head, “Mh-hm”.
• He places the bowl behind the two of and you outstretches his arms, inviting you towards him. You waste no time crawling into his lap and as soon as you two make contact his arms fall around you in a tight embrace. His strength, his scent, his warmth. All engulfing you at once. And it’s amazing. “Like this?” He asks looking for reassurance. “Just like this.
Belphie
• You had a nightmare. It left you not able to fall back asleep and anxious. You were wrapped up in one of your thickest blankets for comfort when you had an idea.
• Once you worked up the courage to leave your bed you took no time getting out of your dark room and into the well lit hallway. Barefoot and swaddled in a fluffy blanket you made your way to Belphie’s shared room. You didn’t knock on the door and instead creeped inside.
• To your left you saw Beel cradling a hamburger stuffy, gnawing on it in his sleep. And to your right you saw the boy you were looking for. Fast sleep as usual.
• His bed was usually made, but at night when he would use it most, it became a nest of pillows and blankets. Belphie only locatable because of his sleep talking and head of fluffy hair sticking out from the heap of covers and pillows.
• Once you are at the side of his bed you gently nudge him. His eyes flutter open, his gaze softening once it lands on you. “Cuddle me.” You waste no time asking the question. Although it comes out as more of a demanding whisper than a question.
• He scoots over so that you can lay in the spot he was just in. Once you make your way into his bed and lay down you let a sign of relief out. The spot where he was just laying at was still warm with his body heat, his scent sticking to every piece of cloth on the bed surrounding you.
• He lifts one of his arm up to offer you entry to his torso. “C’mere so I can go back to sleep.” You scoot yourself up against him and he drops his arm back down. Caging you against his chest with it.
• “Did you have another bad dream?” His voice is soft. Vulnerable. A tone you almost only hear when he knows it’s only you who can hear it. You don’t speak. Only nodding your head against his chest.
• His hold on you becomes tighter. More protective. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” His breathing begins to slow and his body relaxes against you. “You promise?” You ask still looking for reassurance. “I promise.”
