they say your spouse's sleeping posture or habits tell what kind of a person they are
and oh boy...
"augh...*hack* damn..."
so what does it mean when your spouse who has either golden retriever energy or black cat energy (up to you), is quite literally enveloping you with his big, muscular body
he was sleeping so soundly too that you were more concerned over him not getting enough sleep instead of you almost suffocating
but hey he's warm
"mmm...soft...warm..."
he was mumbling in his sleep and with the way he was hugging you and caressing your body you pretty much guessed he was dreaming about you. cute as if that didn't melt your heart
for some reason he just slid downwards while he was in very very deep sleep and sluggishly climbed on top of you, with his head on your heart and his body snuggled between your legs
cracking a soft smile you threaded your fingers through his hair and gently scratched his head
"love..." you heard him say before his breathing evened out
"good night to us too"
kaeya, DILUC, zhongli, CHILDE, capitano, neuvillette, WRIOTHESLEY, VARKA, PHAINON, mydei, ASHVEIL, JING YUAN, blade(?), DIAVOLO, BEELZEBUB, malleus, LEONA, JACK, idia (trust i know he hides them pecs under those hoodies), CALEB, RAFAYEL, zayne, YUUJI
You sometimes forget how strong demons really are. You never thought of them as your equal from the start, because you are only a human, a fragile one at that. You know you can get hurt easily, crushed by things they would barely notice, even if you try your best to protect yourself. Most of the time, they are careful, but there are moments when they forget that your body is not made to handle their strength.
One time, you were talking with Diavolo, standing close as he laughed loudly at something you said. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and without thinking, he gave you a friendly pat on the back.
It sent you straight to the ground. You hit the floor before you even realized what happened. Diavolo froze, then panicked, immediately apologizing over and over, fussing over you with so much guilt that he completely forgot for a moment that his strength was never normal to begin with.
Another time, Belphie was asleep with his head on your lap. You were relaxed, gently playing with his hair, until he shifted in his sleep and his demon tail suddenly slapped your face.
Mammon, who was right beside you, immediately shouted at Belphie for hurting you. Later, when you checked, there was a bruise forming on your cheek. You didn’t even expect it to bruise.
You and Levi were late for a convention, and he grabbed your arm and started running, panic pushing him forward as he dragged you along. It was only later that you noticed the marks on your arm, dark and sore from how tightly he held you. None of them ever meant to hurt you, but moments like these reminded you again and again that you are human, and they are demons.
You ended up scolding them again and command them to not touch you for a week because there are bruises everywhere, you need to let it heal somehow or else people gonna assume the worse.
CW : 18+ MDNI; ALL THESE VIDEOS CONTAIN EXPLICIT VISUAL SEXUAL CONTENT. all of these are for fem!reader
English is not my first language, so there may be typos.
𝓑eelzebub
† Eyes glazed over the sway of her breasts
† He likes to smear makeup on his face
† Bee likes soft sex
† It's gonna be fun! You, Beelzebub and Tesla
† Stretching you so sweet
† Crushing him between her thighs and soft ass
𝓑uddha
† Tease him by rubbing your fat ass on him
† Sit on his lap and let him work his magic
† Keep your soft lips open and it will do the work
† He left you leaking all over
† He likes to lie on the grass while you work him with your mouth.
A Hiva
† He has some unusual positions
† Laying lazily as he watches your ass bounce on him
† Your perfect breasts
† Suffocating you with his balls
† He sticks his tongue in any of your holes
𝓟oseidon
† He grabs you from behind hard and mistreats your ass
† He will use you as he pleases
† Using your panties to muffle your moans
† Look into his eyes even if he fucks you from behind
† Violent ass shaking
𝓗ades
† Pulling your hair while he fucks you
† You can stay still and he will do all the work.
† Leaving you speechless
† Your ass is so soft, Hades can't help but hold it
† Spread your legs wide
𝓣hor
† Filled you up until you leaked
† Lean over the nearest surface and let him fuck you
† He is sooo big
† He likes to hold your hands while he fucks you from behind
† Ride him like your red stallion
Parar
† Passionate kisses on your pussy
† Going up and down on his dick
† Using both your holes
† Licking his ass
† Giving some affectionate touches and kisses
𝓩erofuku
† Sex with him is always sweet
† He is so sweet in sucking her pussy
† A handjob for your good boy
† He is sooo sweet
† He cums so fast when you fuck him
𝓐phrodite
† Move your hips
† She likes kisses and soft touches
† Aphrodite moans as much as you suck her
† Worshiping your breasts
† Lick her pussy and squeeze her tits
𝓑runhilde
† Fast fingers
† Big breasts are good for something
† Fingerfuck
† She's good at fucking you with her strap on
† Sweet cherry
It's over! I made part two because some of you liked the first one. I hope you liked it, I added Brunilde this time too, I'll post the Jojo chapter soon but I'm lazy. Kisses, little bats <3
hihi! this is my first time requesting smth (T_T) i wus wondering if you could do what their first time "sleeping" w their lover wuld be like with levi, beel, n satan from obey me? (*_*)
Their first time with you ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
ft: Leviathan, Beelzebub, & Satan x gn!reader
LEVIATHAN
❀ Levi is SO nervous. This isn’t just his first time with you, it’s his first time ever.
❀ That being said, you would definitely have to be the one to initiate it. While binging TSL together in your room, all it takes is for you to cuddle a little too close to him and suddenly he’s hardening in his pjs.
❀ Don’t be surprised if he passes out the second you take your shirt off. He’s a blushing mess, eyes wide and darting all over the room like he can’t decide if he wants to bolt or lean closer.
❀ And if you tease him? Maybe some grinding on the obvious tent in his pants and sucking on his neck? Oh, he’s coming in his favourite boxers with an embarrassed but pleased gasp of your name.
❀ He is SO loud, whiny moans and whimpers leaving his mouth when you finally sink down onto him, riding him while he buries his face in your neck.
❀ Has no clue where to put his hands, would let you guide them wherever you want. Would let you use him however you want, completely fine with being overstimulated if it meant you felt good.
❀ I actually feel like he would know how to please a partner surprisingly well for his first time (probably from reading some freaky ass stuff….), he knows to angle his hips a certain way so that he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
❀ Again, just wants to make his favourite person feel good. Would die from embarrassment on the spot if you pointed this out, though.
BEELZEBUB
۶ৎ As the tallest out of all of the brothers, it’s common knowledge that Beelzebub is big.
۶ৎ So really it’s hardly a surprise that he has an equally large dick, just to be proportionate! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ
۶ৎ Ever the gentle giant, Beel decides to prepare you to take him by eating you out. He just gets a little distracted in the process and instead eats you out for hours in the sloppiest, filthiest way you’ve ever experienced.
۶ৎ He pulls orgasm out of orgasm out of you, holding you down with his massive hands splayed over your thighs when you try to squirm away from the overstimulation.
۶ৎ The idea of fucking you is long gone from his brain, happy to spend eternity between your legs. Beel could seriously cum from the taste of you on his tongue alone.
۶ৎ Lost in the sauce would be an understatement. His sounds are almost animalistic, deep grunts muffled by the sloppy sounds your messy eater is making during his feast.
۶ৎ By the time he finally lets up you’re so fucked out that you just lay there in a daze as he leans over you, pupils blown and a mess of drool and juices dripping down his chin. He gives you puppy eyes like he wants to ask for ‘just one more time’ (aka ten), but instead asks if it was good.
۶ৎ With your hair a mess—drool dry on your chin and eyes glazed over as you stare into space—you feel like you don't even need to answer that yes, yes it was good.
SATAN
❥ Now with how much Satan reads, I seriously think he’s a romantic. At least some of those books have got to be romance novels that he can’t help but fantasize about recreating with you.
❥ Your first time together is nothing short of sweet. He wants to show that he loves you, with that passionate look in his eyes that tells you you’re in for a long night.
❥ He guides you through it with a gentle dominance, you on your back on the bed while he traces over your body like he wants to commit your form to memory.
❥ He’s the type to be genuinely insulted if you hide your sounds from him. He wants to be gentle with you for your first time, but he will play dirty and edge you until your sweet voice is begging for him.
❥ He wouldn’t make much noise himself since he wants to hear you, but would talk you through it the whole time.
❥ His low voice whispers encouragements in your ear, telling you to take it or asking if you want it faster, harder, whatever you need; your perfect boyfriend will provide.
❥ His aftercare is top notch, massaging ointments into your sore muscles and hand feeding you your favourite snacks like you were a monarch. Besides, with how you have him wrapped around your finger, you might as well be.
a/n: tysm for the request !! I I’m sorry I took so long getting this out, life has been so busy .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.
pairings: the brothers/Reader, Diavolo/Reader, Solomon/Reader (can be interpreted as platonic or romantic)
summary: You’re sorting through paperwork with Lucifer when you accidentally slide your fingertip against the corner of a page. “Ow,” you say instinctually, more out of reflex than genuine pain.
“Are you alright?” Lucifer asks, looking up from his papers for the first time since you started this task.
“Oh, yeah,” you wave his concern off. “Just got a paper cut.”
“A paper cut,” Lucifer repeats with bemusement and skepticism. “You got hurt by a piece of paper,” he says incredulously.
The demon brothers learn a valuable lesson as they grow to include you in their lives: humans are very strange.
word count: 3.3k | ao3 version
warnings: mentions of sickness, medical care, injury.
I know demons are virtually the same as humans canonically, but I’ve always wanted to explore the brothers’ reactions to human things MC does, whether it’s a sneeze or a bruise or getting sick… And, well, here we are.
This won’t be canon compliant. This is set to take place sometime after Episode 15 and all seven brothers are included. The reader’s race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used**. There’s one bit where they’re stated to wear glasses & another where they had braces and currently wear retainers. But I feel like that’s a pretty easy thing to imagine, so… yeah!
**The reader is referred to with it/its pronouns once in Belphegor's snippet—skip reading it if it bothers you. i use these pronouns so i wrote that mostly for me 🤘
“Darling, what is that ghastly thing?” Asmodeus asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.
“What thing?” you frown. The two of you are sitting in his bedroom, sprawled across his bed as you talk about stupid things. Asmodeus had been ranting about something when his eyes locked on something near you with startling focus.
“This!” he says, pointing at your forearm.
You follow his gaze, finding a spot of slightly discolored skin halfway down your arm. “Oh,” you say, “It’s just a bruise.”
“A bruise?” Asmodeus repeats, his nose scrunched in confusion.
“You know, a bruise,” you repeat. There’s nothing close to comprehension on his face. “...A contusion or whatever?” …Still nothing.
“I’ve never heard of such a thing,” the demon frowns. “And wow, is it unsightly.” Asmodeus remarks, disgust passing over his face before intrigue takes over it. He leans over you, before proceeding to poke at your skin curiously.
“Ow, Asmo—” you hiss, batting his hand away. You don’t put much strength behind the gesture, but Asmodeus goes along with it anyway and removes his hand.
“It hurts?” he then blinks owlishly.
“Yes,” you say, letting your arm fall back to your side.
Asmodeus shakes his head in disbelief. “Humans are so weird.”
It’s late at night and you need to refill your glass of water. You’re tiredly walking out to the kitchen when a sudden noise breaks through the silence.
“Hey.”
You inhale sharply, fear coursing through you until you recognize the familiar voice. “Holy shit, Beel,” you murmur, placing your hand on your chest momentarily and squinting through the darkness. You can only see the general outline of his form. “You scared me.”
“Sorry,” Beelzebub says. You think he must be frowning now. Again, it’s difficult to tell. “I thought you saw me.”
“Um…” you squint again. “No.”
“Oops,” he says. You hear a light shuffling sound. “Can you see me now?” he asks.
You blink again. “Sort of.”
Suddenly he’s standing right in front of you. You can’t suppress a flinch this time, instinctually leaning backwards.
“Beel, stop that—!” you exclaim, nearly stumbling over yourself.
He sets you straight with a hand on your shoulder, a frown rising on his face. “You can’t see in the dark, then?” Beelzebub hums.
“No,” you sigh. It’s as if he didn’t believe you—like he had to test it for himself to make sure.
“Hmph,” Beelzebub frowns again. Or, at least, it sounds like he’s frowning. “That’s inconvenient.”
“I guess,” you concede.
“What’s wrong with your skin?” Belphegor asks you one morning, when the two of you are relaxing in his room.
“Hm?” you blink, momentarily distracted from looking down at your D.D.D.
“Your skin,” he restates. “Look,” he demands, pointing down at your forearm. You follow the demon’s gaze, only to find goosebumps scattered across your skin.
“Oh, those are just goosebumps,” you answer casually.
“Goose… bumps,” Belphegor repeats, his nose scrunched in evident revulsion.
“Yeah,” you nod. “I’m not sure why they’re called that, but they show up on your skin if you get too cold.”
“Well, stop being cold,” Belphegor orders, as if you’re inconveniencing him. He probably thinks you are, although it’s entirely out of your control. You hardly have a chance to react before you’re promptly pelted in the face with a sweatshirt. “Here.”
“Oof,” you say, peeling it off the crown of your head and putting it on. “Thanks, Belphie.”
“Shut up,” he murmurs. There’s a hint of pink rising on the back of his neck, as if he’s embarrassed. “Stupid human. Can’t even keep itself warm.” He huffs. You valiantly ignore the remark.
“Why are there teeth in the bathroom?” Levi asks as he enters the room. And wow, what a way to make an entrance. Satan and you look over at Levi from where you’d been reading.
“What?” Satan blinks questioningly, clearly just as confused as you are.
“Teeth,” Levi repeats himself, “in the bathroom.”
How he expects the same exact remark to make more sense, you have no idea. It takes you a few moments to connect the dots, but you do eventually. “Oh!” you exclaim. “Those are just my retainers.”
“Your retainers,” Satan repeats. There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “And what do they retain, exactly?” he asks sardonically. You scoff.
“My teeth,” you respond. “Obviously,” you add, if only to combat his sarcasm.
“So… what do you do with them?” Levi asks curiously, tilting his head as he looks at you.
“I wear them every night when I sleep,” you explain. “They’re supposed to prevent my teeth from shifting.”
“Your teeth shift?” Satan exclaims incredulously. “You mean they can move?”
“Um— yes,” you respond. “Human teeth always move, even after a person has braces.”
“What are braces?” Levi demands.
“They’re metal brackets that an orthodontist puts on your teeth when they’re crooked. They guide the teeth into a more neat shape.”
“I’m convinced you just made that up,” Satan says helpfully.
You roll your eyes. “I had braces. But since my teeth can still move, I have to wear the retainers.”
“For how long?” Levi blinks.
“The rest of my life.”
Satan whistles. “That sucks.”
You shrug amicably.
“And I thought normies were weird,” Levi huffs. “But humans are even weirder.”
“Hey, wait: how’d you even see my retainers in the first place?” you realize aloud. “I always keep them in a case… in a drawer.” You wouldn’t just leave them on the counter—that would be pretty unsanitary.
As if caught in a lie, Levi freezes and quickly bolts away. “Gotta go shower, bye—!” he says, slamming the bathroom door shut with more force than necessary.
You stare after him in disbelief, an incredulous laugh bubbling up from your throat.
“He was just curious,” Satan explains with a shrug. “Not that I blame him. Do your teeth truly keep growing?”
“Not growing, necessarily,” you contemplate. “Babies are born with baby teeth. Then, as you get older, you lose your baby teeth as your adult teeth grow in.”
“That’s similar to demons,” Satan confirms.
“Our teeth eventually stop growing, but they can shift and move still,” you clarify.
Satan shakes his head in annoyed disbelief. “Humans are truly an anomaly.”
You’re sorting through paperwork with Lucifer when you accidentally slide your fingertip against the corner of a page. “Ow,” you say instinctually, more out of reflex than genuine pain.
“Are you alright?” Lucifer asks, looking up from his papers for the first time since you started this task.
“Oh, yeah,” you wave his concern off. “Just got a paper cut.” You squint down at your finger and grit your teeth in annoyance. You’re so concentrated that you don’t know Lucifer’s pensive silence or furrowed brows.
“A….. paper cut,” he restates, a mix of bemusement and concern in his voice.
“You don’t get those?” you ask.
“You got hurt by a piece of paper,” Lucifer says incredulously. Suddenly he’s getting to his feet and striding over to you, taking your hand in his and investigating your fingertip. “Hm. You weren’t joking. How strange.”
He continues to study your skin with a frightening intensity. Your hand is almost shaking in his grip, as you attempt to fight off your restlessness at his proximity. Eventually Lucifer sighs and lets his grip fall away. “Does it hurt?”
“Yeah,” you admit. “Paper cuts are just a minor inconvenience… But for whatever reason, they can really hurt sometimes. Feels like your skin is splitting apart.” They really shouldn’t hurt, but they do. One time, you had one that spanned your entire fingertip. This one doesn’t look nearly as bad, fortunately. But it still burns.
“You’re rather breakable,” the Avatar of Pride notes.
“It’s just a paper cut,” you feel the need to say defensively.
“Of course,” Lucifer responds, an indulgent and amused smile on his face. There’s a knowing smirk on his face and you roll your eyes, abandoning the argument.
Solomon and you often get stuck accompanying one another to the human realm whenever you need anything. The demon realm is great, but it doesn’t have everything humans need. Besides, sometimes it’s nice to breathe in some fresh air or be among other humans.
Today’s visit has a purpose, though. After a rather unfortunate incident involving Mammon, you, and a chandelier, you find yourself with broken glasses. (Thanks, Mammon.) It’s been roughly a year since you’ve had an eye exam, so it’s about time for another appointment anyways. Unfortunately, the Devildom doesn’t have eye doctors (and you still remember the perplexed look on Levi’s face when you casually asked him one day). That’s how you find yourself in your ophthalmologist’s office in the human realm. Solomon dropped you off with the promise that he’d return the moment you texted, leaving you to slowly waste away in the waiting room.
Fortunately, your name is finally called and you’re able to undergo all of the various examinations. You emerge an hour later with dilated pupils, an updated prescription, and reassurance from the doctor that nothing is amiss. You manage to text Solomon—through slightly blurred vision—and he arrives within five minutes.
You can only hope to slip into the manor unnoticed. But from the very moment you slip through the front doors, Mammon is bounding up to you like an overexcited puppy. He seems moments away from looping an arm around you and dragging you off into some misguided adventure when he locks eyes with you and freezes.
“Whoa, what the hell—?” Mammon exclaims, staring at you intently. “Oi, human, don’t tell me ya got possessed—!” His hands clamp on your shoulders and he starts shaking you roughly.
“Mammon, stop it,” you object, grabbing onto his shoulders and attempting to prevent him from shaking you any harder. He calms down a little, but he still looks confused. “I’m not possessed. I just had an appointment with an eye doctor.”
“Well, how’d they screw up so bad then, huh?” he spits. In another situation, his concern would be touching; but now, it’s mostly just amusing. “Ya look like a shark!”
“It’s just one of the tests,” you explain. “They had to dilate my pupils.”
“Humans are crazy,” Mammon asserts. He’s studying you from far too close—occasionally changing his angle as if it will somehow give him new insight. “You look so freaky.”
“Thanks, Mammon,” you sigh.
“Does it hurt?” he asks. “I bet it does; yer such a baby.” The insult seems to be a cover-up for his concern.
“It doesn’t really hurt,” you reassure him. “It just feels a little strange. The drops really just affect your vision. I can’t focus on things in front of me, and it sort of looks like I’m seeing double.”
“Well, there’s nothing for it but resting your eyes,” Mammon sighs theatrically, looping an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s watch the next episode of Destroyman.”
“How is that supposed to help my eyes?” you ask skeptically.
“Hey, I’ve been waiting for ya all day!” Mammon exclaims. “We’re watching the next episode, even if it looks all blurry to you.” The demon is soon yanking you along before you can object.
“There’s the culprit,” Belphegor remarks, looking up at you as you enter the dining room for breakfast. The brothers are staring at you intently.
“Good morning to you too,” you huff, shoving your hands in the pockets of your uniform and taking the empty seat at the table. It’s a bit unusual to see all seven brothers at the table like this, especially so early in the morning. “What’d I do?” you blink cluelessly.
“You don’t remember?” Beel pipes up, blinking at you curiously. He seems to be mid-bite, with some food hanging out of his mouth. Lucifer chides him for table manners and Beel huffs, promptly demolishing the rest of his food.
“You were roaming the halls in the middle of the night like a ghost!” Mammon explains before anyone else can. He sounds particularly energetic this morning. “It was freaky.”
Roaming the halls at night? You don’t remember doing that, which can only mean one thing. “Oh, I was probably just sleepwalking,” you realize aloud.
“Wonders truly never cease,” Lucifer says dryly. “Just how many eccentricities do humans possess?” he muses.
You sigh, remembering all of the strange interactions you’ve had over the past few weeks. “I’m not choosing to do any of this, you know,” you frown. “I can’t control it.” It’s not like you wanted to get a paper cut, or a bruise, or goosebumps. These are just facts of life.
“We know, dear,” Asmo reassures you.
“It’s okay,” Levi says, barely sparing you a glance as he stares down at his plate. “None of these human behaviors are super annoying.” That’s very meaningful coming from Levi of all demons.
“They’re just weird,” Satan supplies helpfully. You roll your eyes at him.
“It seems my brothers were just… worried,” Lucifer explains.
“Hey, you were worried too!” Mammon objects. “You were the one to—” Whatever the Avatar of Greed means to say next promptly fades into obscurity, as Lucifer sends his younger brother a murderous glare to silence him.
“Okay,” you eventually remark, uncomfortable with the sudden tension settling in the room. “Well, sorry to disturb you guys, I guess. Sleepwalking is normal for humans, though.”
“I’m starting to think nothing about humans is normal,” Satan mutters under his breath. Lucifer nods in agreement. You just roll your eyes and pretend not to hear the remark, serving yourself some food and beginning to eat breakfast. Despite the fanfare, it’s nice to know the brothers care about you—even if they don’t show it in very orthodox ways.
“Oh,” a familiar voice says one afternoon. You blink blearily, your dizzy vision momentarily clarifying to reveal Diavolo standing over you. You’re crumpled on the floor, your cheek pressed to the cold hardwood as sweat rolls down the nape of your neck. “I must say, when I heard of your absence, I assumed you ditched classes for the day.”
It’s difficult for you to process what he’s saying; his voice sounds warped. The headmaster just hums. “Are you… all right?” he asks. You can barely manage a weak nod. Diavolo sighs. “Forgive me for the foolish question. You’re clearly not all right. Here, let’s get you up…”
You hardly have the chance to object before the demon is lifting you into his arms as if you weigh nothing at all. He sets you on your bed with deceptive gentleness, before staring at you and frowning.
“I don’t suppose you know what’s happening to you,” Diavolo says.
“I think I’m sick,” you manage to respond. Your voice sounds a little raspy and your airways feel a bit tight. You clear your throat, wincing at the dryness the gesture provokes. You must have a fever, because your body temperature keeps oscillating between frigid cold and searing warmth. Before you can think better of it, you blink dazedly and reach out to grab Diavolo’s hand. “Tell me if I feel warm.”
He’s clearly a bit confused, but he allows you to guide his hand to your temple.
“You’re hot,” he observes after a moment.
“Thanks,” you huff deliriously.
“Your temperature,” he clarifies with a knowing smile, shaking his head. “What does this mean?” Diavolo frowns.
“I have a fever,” you answer. “When a human’s body temperature is too high, it causes sickness.”
“What can be done about it?” he continues.
“Depends,” you reply. “Sometimes it breaks on its own; sometimes you need antibiotics.”
“Antibiotics,” Diavolo repeats, the concept clearly foreign to him. “I can’t say I’m familiar. But it’s clear that you should rest. I’ll watch over you.” Whatever else he says is lost on you, as you close your eyes and surrender to the persistent fatigue burning your eyelids.
You wake several hours later to a room devoid of Diavolo. You’re not exactly surprised that he had to leave—he’s the ruler of the Devildom, after all. He surely has far more important things to do than look after you. You blink away traces of sleep as you look around the room, your vision clarifying to reveal Solomon sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room. You blink at him silently.
“Oh, you’re awake,” Solomon says. “How are you feeling?”
“…Fine,” you admit, touching your temple experimentally. Your headache has subsided a little, but your skin still feels a bit warm. At your movement, Solomon pushes himself to his feet and feels your forehead.
“Your temperature’s coming down, finally,” he hums.
“What are you doing here?” you finally manage to ask.
“Diavolo summoned me,” Solomon explains. “Supposedly, he attempted to enlist the help of the brothers, but they proved to be rather useless. They are… woefully uninformed when it comes to humans, after all.”
That’s true. “Thanks,” you remember to say. He didn’t have to come, after all. Just because he’s the only other human, doesn’t mean he’s relegated to nursing you back to health.
“No problem,” Solomon nods sincerely. He doesn’t seem too bothered by the whole arrangement. “It’s nice not to be the only human. Although, I expect around the clock service and care the next time I fall ill.”
You smile tiredly. “Of course,” you agree. It’s a frighteningly easy promise to make.
After your sickness, you notice that the brothers begin to ease up on you a bit. Mammon’s no longer texting you in the middle of the night, demanding that you entertain him; Lucifer doesn’t mind if you occasionally take a day to complete your work remotely at the mansion; Asmo’s physical affection is gentler than normal; Levi doesn’t tease you about being a normie as much; Beelzebub doesn’t ever touch your plate or food; hell, even Belphegor is behaving himself—no longer interfering with your naps or sleep.
One afternoon, Lucifer approaches you in the living room. He greets you before settling on the couch next to you, his posture rigid and proper. “You may have noticed that my brothers…” Lucifer starts, before pausing and shaking his head, “...that we have been acting a bit different than normal.” You nod.
“In the past few weeks—especially in light of your bout of sickness—we realized that we’ve been neglecting you and your health. A demon’s stamina is much stronger than a human’s—we need less sleep; food is more of a luxury than a necessity; our bodies are more resistant to injury… You understand.”
“What I mean to say is…” Lucifer trails off again, an uncharacteristic sign of hesitation from him. He takes a slow breath. “I apologize for the oversight.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure him.
“It is not,” Lucifer states firmly. “We have neglected to consider just how difficult this transition must be for you. We—I—didn’t think to ensure your health and safety were priorities.”
“But no more. I’ve spoken to Diavolo and Solomon at length, in addition to doing some elective research, to ensure we are not so unprepared in the future. And, should your accommodations be unsuitable—should anything here be unsuitable—I want you to inform me at once.”
That… sounds a lot more serious than what you were expecting. You blink. “That’s— That’s really not necessary,” you try to say.
“It wasn’t a request,” Lucifer interjects smoothly. It’s a firm but well-meaning statement. “Do you understand?”
You swallow. “Yes.”
“Good.” There’s a hint of a smile on his lips now. “Truthfully, my brothers were very worried for you.” Lucifer pauses for a moment. “I was very worried for you,” he admits.
You’re sure you look surprised now. Lucifer only laughs, before getting to his feet and placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You can almost convince yourself that the look in his eyes is unbearably fond. But he’s soon withdrawing, leaving you to wonder if you imagined the entire interaction.
TW: NSFW 18+ Minors do not interact, fem. Reader, thigh riding, humping, degrading, praise kink, size kink, dominant males, played off as a one night stand (Leonidas & Apollo), pussy eating
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Thor
Thor, who finally placed down his hammer somewhere and found something thrilling in his life that wasn't from battles and endless bloodshed. He was, not visibly, very intrigued by this wish of yours.
Thor, whose way taller and bigger than you, and comes off scary; nonetheless was excited, hiding it well, to watch your little performance for him. He cant wait for you to finish so he can be inside you, stretch your pussy and slide against your wet walls and grab at your shaking legs.
Thor, whose been taking the lead, having his hand on your hip and the other on your back as you face him in this fancy throne chair of his and ride his thigh.
You could feel him tense under you as your hips gave small movements with your pussy leaving a wet feeling along his leg, making him grin as he gave your ass a small slap for making a mess.
Thor, who didn't let you orgasm just yet before he pulled you off and threw you on his throne and stuffed his face down your legs and licked up what you both caused, demanding that you release on his tongue instead.
Poseidon
Poseidon, who didn't seem to care at first and thought it wasn't going to be exciting despite how interested you seemed.. although he was immediately into it
Poseidon, whose pulling at the back of your hair to pull your jaw up and leave space on your neck where he kisses and bites you while he's pushing down on your body so your pussy runs along his thigh with a rough friction.
Poseidon, who wouldn't let you get off of your orgasm until he was satisfied with how long you've been riding his thigh, liking what he's watching and would do it again, in the future.
He's so unfair about this! Wanting to say how boring thigh riding is, at first, but than immediately taking control of your body along his!
Poseidon, who hopes you orgasm without his permission soon so he can throw you off himself and climb on top you so he can finally cum inside of you after all this built up friction just from riding his thigh.
Hades
Hades, whose frustrated with himself that he couldn't have done better with the scenery and arrangements for you, but instead he's stuck at his desk with you humping his thigh.
The clothes were restricting you both, since he still needed to feel professional and finish on paperworks, on new Hellheim arrivals.
Hades, whose allowing this to occur as he tries to finish up his work, but it's no use. He has to put the pen aside and watch you, while his hand is moving down your skirt to pull your panties aside, allowing you to rub against his pant, leaving little wet stains.
Hades, who acknowledges this to be a time for you to take control of the situation and have fun with him, but he's really eager to throw you over his desk soon.
Hes going to have this in the back of his mind now, everytime he sitting at his desk doing work he hopes, when you walk into the room to check in on him, you'll invite yourself to jump on his leg again.. you won't have to ask, if you do.
Beelzebub
Beelzebub, whose hiding such a beautiful body under all those clothes. Legitimately, caught you off guard the first time you saw the details of his upper region alone, sculpted out in a statue. You were so eager to jump on him and see what else he was hiding under his pants, instead.
Beelzebub, who declined the idea at first but couldn't stop thinking about it after some time... Eventually, he brought it up again and obliged to it.
Beelzebub, who began to melt when you first slid your panties down and climbed on his leg like a dog. He watched as you satisfied yourself, slowly beginning to melt into your touch as you also managed to tug his clothes off and kiss his collarbone.
Its driving him crazy, hearing your whimpers as you drag your pussy across his leg. You can feel his body shivering, underneath you, from this strange and new feeling as he watches you get off on him.
Eventually, he's pushing you off and stuffing his face between your legs, getting a good view and taste of what you did to yourself by using him. Using his body!
Heracles
Heracles, who was a bit nervous when you first asked him about doing such a thing. Although, that didn't stop his big smile and from pulling you aside instead of going out to train.
This big brute is such a sweetheart, whose taking care of you throughout with slow movements as he watched both your thighs rub against one of his, riding his big leg like a horse.
Heracles, whose talking to you and asking you if you're alright, wanting to know if this is a good pace. Eventually, he'll begin to pick up the pace as he bounces his thigh beneath you slightly and has his hands touching you slowly, using his words to ask for permission if he can touch here and there.
Heracles, who couldn't last very long before he began to touch you more intimately without asking.. his hands groped and fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples or pushing you to lay back on his knee as he propped his leg up for you.
He loved listening to your muffled whimpers and moans as you stuffed your face into his broad chest, with your arms around his neck. He continued to help move and slide your hips along his skin, getting the right pressure and pace.
Apollo
Apollo, who was immediately thrilled by your little idea and had you pulled aside for himself quicker than you anticipated.
Apollo, whose abuslotely loving your little show and encourages you to keep going. Praising you constantly on how well your hips move along his leg and how beautiful your body looks.
His hands are moving all over your body, because he can't keep them to himself, wanting to touch you and let you see, through his actions, how appreciative he is of this idea of yours
Of course though, this man couldn't keep it to himself very long. Your little drying humping became more intimate from how he distracted you with his lips on your chin, neck and collarbone... And eventually he had you moving like a lap dancer.
Apollo, who'd applaud you for the show and after you're finished with your climax, he finally takes the lead and gives you something to TRULY be excited about.
Leonidas
Leonidas, who'd lay back with a book in his hand and his leg propped up, letting you do all the work for yourself, first. Every once in a while taking a glance up to see you rocking back and forth to get off from your sexual desire for his body... No wonder the Spartans looked up to him for his strength, his body was massive.
Leonidas, who'd literally kick all the Spartans asses if they walked in on you both, after telling them that you guys would be having some.. alone time.
Leonidas, who finally finished his chapter before sitting up and grabbing your hips to help you move your hips along his sturdy thigh. He can feel your body shaking despite barely doing anything.
Leonidas, whose being rough with you yet somehow manages to be a gentleman with how he's treating you in both his words and actions. Biting and nibbling at your shoulders and gripping your legs to leave little red marks and pressing you down on his thighs.. yet also, kissing the little hickeys he left on you.
He's bitting back a laugh and teasing you throughout: being such a dirty thing to ask the Spartan King to do this for you, but he gives you credit for succeeding. He has a shit eating grin as he smokes a cigarette and blows it in your face after you finish with your orgasm.
Christmas Head cannons of how the brothers would react to some mistletoe ;)
Content: lots of kissing mwah ( ˘ ³˘)~♥︎
Pairings: Brothers x gn!mc
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𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿
When you lean over his desk, mistletoe dangling mischievously between you, he pauses his work. For a second he just blinks at it, at you, before a slow, knowing sigh slips out. “Is this another human tradition?” There’s a glint of amusement in his eyes.
After you explain the mistletoe, one brow arches. “If you wanted a kiss, all you needed to do was ask.” Before you can respond, his hand grips your waist and he pulls you into his lap, cradling you against him. He takes the mistletoe from your hand and holds it above your heads with a quiet, smug little hum.
“Very well… I suppose I have a moment to indulge you.” His first kiss is slow and warm, savoring the feeling of your lips pressed against his. But the second kiss is deeper, hungrier, his free hand sliding into your hair as he tilts your head and presses closer. The mistletoe slips from his fingers and drops somewhere on the floor, forgotten the instant his lips part yours fully.
When he finally pulls back, both of you breathless, he murmurs against your ear, “you’ll stay in my room tonight.” A quiet command. “You can show me what other human traditions I should learn.”
𝗠𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻
He’s wobbling on a little step stool outside your door, clumsily trying to tape mistletoe up. The tape sticks to his fingers more than the wall and he's grumbling under his breath.
When you catch him in the act, he jumps so hard the stool shakes, and he falls straight on his ass. "OW OW OW! MC! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
You point at the mistletoe, his face goes red instantly, looking away. "O-okay listen! Solomon was runnin’ his mouth about human holidays, alright? And he said when two people..." He motions towards the mistletoe, voice getting smaller. "You know.. stand under this stupid thing… they’re s’posed to kiss..."
He hides his burning face in his hands. “But it’s not like I wanna kiss ya or nothin’!”
"Mammon—"
"OKAY, FINE! I do wanna kiss ya!" He's standing now, both of you under the mistletoe. His hands hover over your arms as his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, nervous and desperately hopeful. He keeps biting his lip like he’s trying not to die.
You can't help but laugh, cupping his face and pulling his lips down onto yours. The kiss is soft and warm. He freezes, eyes growing wide, before he melts completely, eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a shaky groan. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you close.
When you part, his eyes are searching yours. He scoops you up bridal style, kicking the door closed, mistletoe now dangling dangerously close to falling as he caries you to your bed, grinning cheekily. "I’mma need more of those kisses. Way more!”
𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻
You're both curled up together, playing a cute Christmas themed RPG in his room (stardew valley type vibes). Soft music, sparkling snow, watching as your avatars bounce around the winter wonderland.
"OOO I got a new item!" He smiles excitedly, and you both watch as a present pops open with a little Christmas jingle playing. The item was a bundle of Mistletoe, and the description read: Give this item to a player for a festive kiss!
You're both blushing now, and there's a long silence between you as the Christmas jingle loops, the virtual mistletoe sparkling back at you.
"I-I’ll just delete—" He starts, but you cut him off. "Levi." "O-OK!" His hands are trembling as he selects the option and sends the mistletoe to you. Both of you watch as the tiny pixel mistletoe floats between your avatars… and they do a cute quick peck on the lips.
"OMG I JUST KISSED YOU." He drops face first into his pillow, kicking his feet like he’s about to explode. He’s red down to his neck, even a virtual kiss with you is too much for him.
When he lifts his head again, you lean in and kiss him the same way the avatars did. Soft. Quick. Sweet. His mouth is hanging open when you pull back, frozen.
"OMG, NOW YOU JUST KISSED ME!" He's screaming into his pillow now, but there's a smile on his face.
𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻
Snow clings to both of you as you make your way through the forest, cat treats in hand. When he notices your shoulders tremble, he stops, and slips his jacket around you without hesitation. “I told you to bring a warmer jacket,” he murmurs, but his voice is far too soft to be scolding, brushing a stray snowflake from your hair.
"I’m certain the cat was just over here…” He threads his fingers through yours as he guides you between snow covered branches, unwilling to leave the stray cat he found yesterday in the cold.
There's a faint blush on his cheeks, and he swears it's from the cold. It's not.
You’re scanning the ground for tracks when Satan gently lifts your chin with two fingers. “Hold still.” You blink, confused, until he nods upward. Mistletoe hangs above you, swaying lightly in the cool wind.
He absolutely noticed it first, and absolutely walked you under it on purpose, but his smug smile never quite reaches his eyes, too gentle for that as he leans down.
"May I?" He asks softly, you nod.
He captures your lips in a slow, warm kiss, so different from the cold nipping at your skin. His hands cradle your face gently, thumbs sweeping your cold cheeks like he’s trying to warm them himself.
When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours, and you can see your frosted breath mingling in the chilly air. He looks at you so fondly, leaving another soft kiss on your frosty red nose.
Meow
A tiny orange tabby trudges through the snow toward you, whiskers frosted. Satan’s eyes go wide and a look of genuine delight flashes across his face, he lets out a soft gasp and crouches down immediately. He offers treats, praising the cat like it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever seen, before scooping it carefully into his arms.
Once the cat is safely tucked into his arms, he looks up at you, cheeks red and eyes bright with quiet joy. “Let’s get both of you warm,” he says, voice soft but brimming with excitement. He takes your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles, he's smiling like Santa just gave him exactly what he wanted: a cat and you.
𝗔𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘂𝘀
Click, click, click.
You’re holding Asmo’s phone, spam clicking, as he poses in front of the Christmas tree. You’d voluntee— wait no, you were voluntold to take photos for his Devilgram. You figure that if you just kept clicking, at least one, hopefully even three, would turn out good.
“Umm, MC… are you getting my good side?” he pouts, fixing his hair for the tenth time. Click. You shrug.
Eventually he plucks the phone out of your hands with a satisfied hum, smiling. “Okay! One last photo. And this one’s going to be special.” Before you can ask what that means, he whirls you around and places you in front of the tree. Then he disappears, rustling through his bag with far too much enthusiasm.
When he returns, he's setting up a tripod. You stare at it so hard it's truly a Christmas miracle it doesn't burst into flames. He never actually needed you to take photos like he insisted.
His cheeks are dusted a rosy pink as he drops onto the cushion beside you, hiding something behind his back. He reveals a sprig of mistletoe tied with a satin red ribbon and lifts it above your head. The warm hues of the Christmas tree lights glow around both of you, dancing across your skin. Picture perfect.
His free hand tilts your chin up gently, leaning closer.
"Can I?" He asks softly, his lips already brushing yours in quiet question.
You're blushing now, heart thundering in your ears as you nod. His lips meet yours, slow and soft, you hear the faint click, click of the camera capturing everything. His hand glides from your chin, into your hair, pulling you closer.
When you finally part, breathless, he looks a little guilty. “I'm sorry for tricking you, darling,” he murmurs, there's a soft smile on his face. “I just wanted more photos of you… of us.”
He laughs lightly, but the way he’s looking at you is anything but playful. “Don’t worry, though," he brushes his thumb across your lips. "These are just for me. The world doesn’t deserve memories this precious.” And you can't tell if he's taking about your lips or the photos now.
Either way, the way he holds you, like you're the only gift he wanted this year, you know he means it.
𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘇𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗯
You're sitting on the kitchen counter, mistletoe dangling above your head as you patiently wait for your gentle giant to notice. He's busy stuffing his face with cookies you'd baked, murmuring little thank yous between bites.
It finally took you clearing your throat and pointing upward for him to notice. He freezes mid-bite, half-eaten cookie in hand. He looks at you, then at the mistletoe, then back at you.
"Why is there a plant there?"
You couldn't help but laugh, the sound making pink warm his cheeks.
When you explain the meaning, he practically melts. The cookies lay forgotten as he steps closer, bracing his hands on the counter and caging you in, staring at the mistletoe like it's some kind of trap. Which, to be fair, it is. A very good trap, you think.
"...I've never done this before." He murmurs softly, still staring at mistletoe instead of you.
You smile gently, tilting his head down toward you. When his eyes finally meet yours, he relaxes, pressing his forehead against yours. His nose brushes yours as he leaned in, and the two of you dissolve into nervous laughter as you kiss, breath mingling.
When he looks back at you it's more confident now, warm as he finally leans down fully, lips pressed against yours. Gentle, warm, and sweet. You can taste the chocolate chips on his lips as his hands settle on your hips, sliding you closer. Your hands cup his face just as gently.
When you finally part, his hands slide from your hips into your hair, playing with the strands. "Hmm... I'm hungry.." He murmurs, his eyes don't leave yours as he pushes the plate of cookies away, leaning down to capture your lips again.
Oh, Good luck buddy.
𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿
The sound of flames crackle and pop in the fireplace, the smell of warm ash filling the room. He lays in front of the fireplace, blankets and pillows pulled together like some nest, using the flames like a heater as he naps.
You kneel beside him, brushing stray hairs from his face. He smiles. "Mc…" he murmurs drowsily, eyes fluttering open and they take a moment to adjust to the warmth of the room. He catches your hand, pressing lazy kisses to your fingers.
Then he points above you. Mistletoe, hung just above the fireplace. That absolutely wasn't there when you walked in the room. Before you can even process how he managed it, he's flipping you onto your back, soft pillows and blankets cushioning you. One hand braces beside your head, pressed firmly into the pillow. The other grips your leg, draping it around his waist.
Now you were in his trap.
"Hmm I wonder how that got there..." He murmurs, so smugly. "Only one thing to do now, right..?"
His hand moves to your chin, tilting your face up toward him. He pauses just above your lips, giving you time to push him away. When you don't, when your arms wrap around his neck instead, he smiles before pressing his lips to yours.
His kiss is slow and lazy at first, before growing hungrier. His teeth catch your bottom lip, drawing a soft sound from both of you. When he finally pulls back, he doesn't move away. He buries his face in your neck, leaving breathless kisses against your skin.
"…You're making it hard to stop," he murmurs against your throat, voice rough, like he wasn't the one who started it.
He rolls on his back, pulling you down into the pillows with him. "Stay." He murmurs against your hair, less demanding then usual, and you could hear the soft pleading in his voice. When you settle fully against his chest, unmoving, he relaxes, tracing lazy patterns on your back.
The fire crackles softly, filling the room with warmth. His hand continues tracing lazy patterns on your back, and you can feel him smile against your hair.
Whatever scheme he'd planned with that mistletoe, with the way he's holding you, it worked perfectly.
THE END MWAH!
As always let me know if you enjoyed it! I had so much fun writing this, and not to toot my own horn but I think I ate this up LOL
ALSO REAL TALK: Who are yall picking for the new game? I'm between Mammon and Satan...
