[ established r/s , aftercare (reader to meon) , i want to pamper him so bad :(( , very vague references to the lilith war ]
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It's a scene you're used to. Or should be by now. Your heart however melts a little more every time you see it, beats settling down into a peaceful lullaby that sets you at ease. Dark brown hair sticking to glistening skin, chest deeply rising and falling, eyelids shut with such grace that one might thought he'd be a saint, soft exhales leaving those kissable lips. What you would do to kiss them again.
Ah, no matter. You can do that later when he wakes up.
Your hand slowly makes use of the damp towel in its hold, quietly swiping the cloth over from the ends of his fingertips then up to his shoulders and, down his chest, his hips and further. Deliberately slowing down, you gently clean his length, now all soft and pliant, eliciting a few weak flinches from your sleeping boyfriend. You can't suppress the small smile on your lips.
Even up to the end, Simeon can be so adorable. So trusting.
The angel has honesty as his best trait, mostly from inquisition than naivety. To other people, the two aren't all that different. But even Simeon— and especially because he is Simeon —rarely lets others take a peek into his very being. Things he could have done, but took no action on. Things he could have prevented, or was participated the more correct word? You find Simeon, within all his sense of duty, is but just a shell of regret.
Maybe that's why you're still not used to it. To this. To the world you create in this cocoon together, and the endless scenarios to divulge in when he whispers things he's always meant to say, always so shakily each time, like they aren't enough solid of words to pass through the air.
Simeon trusts you to him. To his body. To his everything that he hides behind that too heavenly of a smile.
i wanna bang him and spoil him rotten why is he not real 😞
hello! im hoping im doing this right but can i request mammon comforting fem reader who just got yelled at (probably by lucifer) and they don’t do well when people yell at them? it can be hcs or a drabble whatever you feel like writing atm :) i just need some lovey mammon comfort rn <3
comforting you after getting yelled at. | mammon
— after getting yelled at by the oldest brother, lucifer, you seek the comfort of the second born…
feat. mammon
cw/tws. established relationship — comfort fluff , not beta read we die like men or whatever (when is it ever....)
note. yes of course ^^! i personally cant handle being yelled at either so i understand that feeling. decided to go with a little bit of both, hope its good enough and you enjoy anon!!
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mammon hadn’t been doing anything of note when you came knocking at his door. he could already sense your presence behind his bedroom door and sprung himself off his bed; excited to see his favorite human.
but opening his door, he saw a sight he rarely sees. you were leaning against his door frame, eyes averting from his gaze. mammon could tell something was off about you.
mammon desperately wanted to ask what was wrong, dropping his prideful act and show how worried he was. but he decided against it, since he didn’t know the severity of the situation. after all, you could just be there to ask him something you were mildly embarrassed over.
playing it casual and safe was always his go to answer anyways.
“oi mc, what’s up with you?” mammon studied you for a bit. you stayed silent, still not looking at him. he had noticed you shifting your weight on either foot. so he was right, you were here to ask him a question; something you clearly were nervous about asking.
“…….can i come in for a bit? … i just want to be with you for a minute or two…”
mammon.
▸ cuddling with you was nothing new to either of you, it was something that had become a habit shared between the two of you. you’d always come into his room after school and lay yourself on his bed, making grabby hands at him. (damn you! pulling at his heartstrings like that...)
▸ so mammon wasn't too surprised to see you shuffle your way over to his bed. you sat at the edge of it with your hands on your lap. cracking and popping your fingers occasionally, a nervous habit he noted. mammon waited a bit before following after you, closing his door to reassure everything you wish to say will stay between the two of you.
“did something happen?”
“…..”
▸ mammon knew you well enough by now to tell something did happen, if nothing occurred you would’ve already dismissed it by now. he sits next to you on the bed, a hand gently placing itself onto your lap. he didn’t say anything but you understood what he wanted. mammon was silently asking if it was okay for him to touch you.
▸ for you, that was more than okay. the sole reason you came to see him. you moved closer to him, leaning into his touch. mammon was warm, he always was. it wasn’t an unbearable kind of warmth that made you feel stuffy and uncomfortable. it was comforting, and it made your tense shoulders relax. you felt at ease when mammon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest.
“does it hafta do anythin’ with lucifer?” mammon quietly asked, already knowing the answer. it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. certainly wont be the last either.
“…will you tell him if I say yes?” you mumbled into his shoulder, trying your best to ignore the tears clouding your vision.
“ ‘course not.”
▸ getting yelled at wasn’t something you could handle. it never was, and probably won’t be for a long while. mammon knew that; of course he did. he was your first man, he knows you better than anyone else. if not him, who else?
▸ so mammon already had an idea of what had happened. lucifer got ticked off about your performance at school and yelled about the mistakes you had made that week. it was a lot for you, not just the yelling but the constant berating for hours was a lot to handle.
▸ mammon wouldn’t make you talk about it unless you wanted to. either if you chose to vent or not, mammon held you in his arms. his way of comforting you had always been physical touch. he’d play with your hair if you allowed him to, pressing soft n’ gentle kisses on the top of your head.
▸ if you choose to rant, he’ll listen to every word you say. for once mammon will stay silent, soaking up every word. his hand will not leave yours though. he’d ask about your day and the events leading up to the talk with lucifer. mammon knew what it was like to be yelled at by lucifer, it was something he experienced for centuries; so he knew how to handle him. but you were still new, still getting used to living here with seven demon lords. you weren’t used to that sort of thing. mammon knew lucifers words could hit you right in a weak spot. he knew it stung. as much as he loved his older brother, mammon hated seeing you so distressed about lucifer’s words.
▸ if you begin to cry, mammon will wipe away the tears gently while you continue to talk. he’ll tell you its okay to cry, and that you’re safe to around him. he understands that feeling more than anyone else. he’ll kiss your forehead in the process, maybe your hands too.
▸ over all, if you want a distraction he’d be happy to take you out! see your favorite places, take you out to eat— you name it. but if you wish to stay in, that works fine too. he can pop in a movie or turn on the tv and you both can lounge around on his couch cuddling. but of course.. the tv will end up neglected as mammon will want your attention back. kissing your shoulder and pulling you closer, he won’t stop until he gets to see a smile on your face again.
▸ in the end, whenever he could, mammon would always try to take the blame for you. just so you didn’t have to experience another one of lucifers lectures...
Heyaa! I've been feeling down lately so I'm wondering if I can request hcs of cuddling sessions with the dateables (+Satan) after a long day?(＾∇＾)ﾉ♪ tysm!
Sure anon! Here you go! I decided to write for all the primary characters here (:
Cuddling Headcanons
Fandom: Obey me!
Genre: Fluff, Comfort
Characters Featured: Brothers & Dateables
Written for a GN!Mc (you/your pronouns)
CW: none! just some kissin!
Diavolo
Diavolo is a busy man, being the future king of hell and what not, but the minute you come to him requesting cuddles after a long day, he is immediately there. Diavolo will even go so far as carrying you bridal-style to bed, nuzzling the top of your head the whole way. His cuddles are strong and supportive, and you know that you’re safe when you’re tangled in his limbs. He will lay gentle kisses to the top of your head, on your nose, or against your temple- really wherever you want him too as he squishes you against his body. If you need to cry, he’ll let you, but he would also do whatever it takes to make you happy again- giving gentle tickles to the spots he knows will get you giggling.
Barbatos
You know it will be hard for Barbatos to squeeze in some cuddling time with you, but he always does make time for it. He will find you already curled up in bed waiting, and he will sneak under the covers behind you. He will pull you flush against him, sighing deeply as he melts into your warm body. He will nuzzle his head against the back of your neck while his thumb rubs lazy circles along your tummy. If you’re awake, he will ask how your day was and say again- like he does every time- that he had waited all days to snuggle up against you. If you don’t want to talk or are too tired, he understands- just touching you is enough. You wish his hold on you would last an eternity, but you awake to find him gone with a cup of hot tea waiting on the nightstand next to your head.
Simeon
Simeon loves to hold you in his lap after a long day, collapsing together on the couch in the common room while some mindless tv show plays in the background. He will hold you close and intertwine his fingers with yours, squeezing gently every-so-often to remind you that he’s here with you if you end up zoning out. He loves rubbing your knuckles with his thumb or tracing your arms with his fingers too- anything to get more of your flesh against his. He may hum to himself or to you, swaying you gently with him as he does- especially if you’re upset or sad.
Solomon
Solomon usually loves cuddling with you in the wee morning hours, as he goes to bed terribly late. He will snake his arm behind you and pull you up against him, almost having you laying on your back on top of him. He will wrap both arms around your midsection and place gently kisses to the nape of your neck- especially loving it when you squeal or giggle at the feeling of his lips grazing the area. He loves falling asleep like this- it makes him feel wholly connected to you in both his waking state and his dream-like state.
Belphie
Belphie has two cuddle moods- death-grip koala or using your tummy as a pillow. In the first, he will cling to you as if he’d die if he were to ever let go, every so often sighing deeply after he inhales your lovely scent. In the latter, he lays his head on your tummy while you both gaze up at the stars in the planetarium. This is the perfect time to get him to open up about something, talk about deeper things, or to vent if you’ve had a particularly long day. Belphie will often not filter what he says in these moments, so you get a true glimpse into the inner workings of his mind- that is, if he doesn’t fall asleep before you have the opportunity to.
Beel
Beel loves having you lay on top of him, with you on your belly, gazing into each others eyes as he wraps his large, muscular arms around you. He may rub his thumb along the meat of your hips, or draw lazy figure eights on your back as you nuzzle into his chest. If you press your ear to his heart listen carefully, you can almost hear him purring with delight as he holds you. He often likes recounting his and your day while you lay like this, and will offer an ear to have you vent if you’ve had a hard day. He would also love feeding each other snacks when you lay like this, relishing in partaking in his two favorite activities.
Asmo
Asmo will cuddle you anywhere at any time, even going so far as to hang all around you as you walk to class. He especially loves cuddling in the bath after a long day, resting you in between his legs while he gives you a shoulder massage or caters to your grooming routine. Whichever you would prefer from him is fine, as long as he gets to be touching you. Afterwards, he would cling to you in his soft bed as you both gossip, or vent about things that bother you. He especially loves laying side-by-side with your legs intertwined, caressing your cheek as he gazes into your eyes. He may also steal a kiss or two if you let him.
Satan
Satan loves it when you sit in his lap when he reads. Whether it be sideways in one of the plush arm chairs in the library with his arms around you to hold you steady, or in between his legs with your head resting on his chest on his day-bed, he loves every minute of it. He doesn’t talk much, though if you’ve had a rough day he will let you vent and offer advice while he listens intently to every word. He will even read to you, if you’d like him too, taking pause to see if you have thoughts or questions on anything he’s read- as he often enjoys reading non-fiction. Satan will also occasionally pause to watch you, finding himself feeling content when observing your expressions when you are truly engrossed in a book.
Levi
Levi would obviously love cuddling you while he plays video games or watches anime, usually snuggling up against your side and holding your hand, or nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck when you sit front-facing on his lap. He is pretty nervous about touching people, so he often wont say much or point out when he snuggles closer to you, but you know that he’s content with the wide grin on his face after he relaxes against you. He’ll get used to it after some time, and may even let you snuggle on top of him in his bath tub if he gets comfortable (and brave) enough with you. If you need to cry, he will offer a hug and hold you tightly, finding pride in the fact that you trust him with your emotions.
Mammon
Mammon is a clingy cuddler, wanting to be touching all of you at once (if it were even possible). He is often restless and likes to switch cuddle positions often, so he’s perfect if you’re someone who’s squirmy or likes to switch between little and big spoon. Mammon doesn’t like to admit that it’s what he needs, instead silent slipping into bed with you and clenching you roughly against him while pouting. After awhile, he will relax and will let you vent your frustrations if you need to. If you need to cry, he will lay on his side next to you, cupping your face and reminding you that you’re his favorite human and that he is grateful for you, even if he is really embarrassed to admit it. Mammon especially loves any position where he can nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck, lost in your scent and the warmth of your body.
Lucifer
He would probably be busy well into the night with paperwork, so cuddling with him would likely have to take place in his office. Lucifer will have you settle in on his lap sideways, cradling you into his chest with one hand while his other scribbles away through the mounds of paperwork. He will rub your shoulder gently with the thumb of the hand that caresses you against him, occasionally pressing a kiss to your brow or nuzzling his cheek against your head. If you are upset and crying, he will abandon his paperwork briefly to clutch you tighter- figuring the work he has can wait because you take priority. He will rub soft circles on your lower back and hush you, reminding you that he’s here and not leaving you alone.
MAMMON was greedy, there was no other word to describe his actions. He held you hostage in his warm arms for all hours of the night. An arm laced upon your waist, his fingers were surreptitious, they were able to find a way under your shirt, rested on your stomach, occasionally brushed the skin. His touch so lithe, it led sparks and goosebumps to dance across your flesh. The other arm snuck its way up, lightly held on to your shoulder, it helped him make sure he had you close to him as possible. With his arm over your chest, he was able to also hear your heartbeat. He knew when you felt flustered, he knew what he was doing yet he didn’t give you a break. Nimble neck kisses were thrown often just so he can sponge in your reactions. Your gasps, your body jerks, your widened eyes, he loved it all. He was greedy, he wasn’t satisfied with what he had, Mammon needed more. More of you, more to feel, more to see, more to savor, he can’t get enough.
note. its my birthday 3 April so I thought about writing something cute for myself and everyone who's celebrating their special day so happy birthday to me !!
The weather outside was windy and cold, the lovers are sharing a blanket together big enough to warm both of them up, they're sitting on the living room floor in front of each other blanket over their head with a dim lightning
Big warm hands cupped her cheeks causing her to close her eyes and smile enjoying the present of her husband who was showering her face with even warmer kisses
"few minutes love" she hummed pulling his right hand to her lips kissing his palm "mhm" opening her eyes she watched as those oh so pretty eyes stared deep into her e/c eyes , his eyes kept glancing at her glossed plumped lips craving to press them to his, so he did
both of their shoulders relaxed and sudden warmth ran through their bodies, it was slow and warm his hands are still on her cheeks thumbs slowly rubbing them, while hers were one his hair her fingers were running on the root of his hair slightly pushing and pulling them
as soon as they pulled away they sighed he placed his forehead against hers "still cold?"
"yeah" taking her eyes away from him she flinched looking at the window hearing slight tapping from it "aww did that scare you?" he teased smirking at the way her eyebrows frown "as if" chuckling he glanced at the clock
11:58AM
his eyes went back to her who still had a frown "what still upset?" he kissed her cheek making her slightly smile, just as he was about to stand up she pulled him by the hem of his black hoodie "nooo I am still cold cuddles please" whining she gave him her best puppy eyes, he patted her head sighing "I'll be right back love" pouting she lose her grip wrapping the blanket all over her body like a burrito
11:59AM
he grabbed two candles that were placed next to the mini vanilla cake gently placing them at the center, taking a deep breath he took the cake walking to the living room, its not like its the first time he wished or singed her happy birthday, they have been together for almost 4 years now
but it never failed to not make him nervous and excited at the same time, the way her eyes would have those spark acting shocked even tho he had never forgot her birthday, how can a someone forgot his loved ones special day?
“i am back” turning her head toward the door her pouty lips turned into shocked and cute charming smile, "love" fixing her position she sat on her knees both hands clinching the blanket tighter around her head
he replied with a 'hm' and a smile, placing the cake in front of her "3" pulling the lighter out of his sweat pants "2" he lighted the candles, she looked so adorable and the blanket wrapped around her head tightly that her cheeks squished together wasn't helping... her adorable smile, her lovely eyes how breath taken and charming"1"
12:00AM
with a melodic voice he kissed her ringed finger "happy birthday love"
It takes you sliding yourself over his chest to pull his focus from the book in his hand. You're quiet. A little too quiet for a Friday night. He tucks a bookmark between the pages, setting down the horror romance novel you recommended on the bedside table.
Satan's gaze drops to your face: Your eyelids are shut. Unmoving, you still manage to take his breath away. He's not sure if he prides or fear in that. It's only when a grumble leaves your pouty lips that he's taken out of his trance.
"Why.. did yeu.. stopped.. readi..n..ng..?"
His eyebrows arch upwards in response, fingers naturally combing the hair away from your face as your eyes open blearily. Like a drag. A denial in its own. Humans can be so stubborn. He knows the request that comes after. A plea you always make despite the dazed state you're in.
"Read it.. fowr meeh.."
You claim you sleep better. He hardly believes that. But his hand slides down your scalp to your back, rubbing it slow and affectionate, his other hand reaching again yet for the piece of literature.
Satan starts off with a sigh, the noise coming out fond against his judgement, words pouring off his lips with a light and practiced ease. Your eyes close for a second time, head shifting to make yourself comfortable, a cute smile painting your lips. So it's definitely not his fault if he can't help pressing his lips to your temple when you doze off some time later.
[ oopid goober solomon , based on a barbatos-solomon chat where a devildom's confectionery store sells chocolate that mimics certain historically(?) known figures including him , reader is slightly flirty , cw pda lmaoo ]
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An ominous smile. That side-swept bangs. The damned long coat- Or cloak maybe? And those dangling accessories. If you blink, you think you might even catch the gleam in his eyes. Such artistry for small details. The Devildom residents obviously has an eye for beauty, albeit said beauty is a chocolate.
"It sure does looks like you."
You finally open your mouth, voice all contemplative as you flip the treat around. The sorcerer shifts his gaze from the same carved dessert in his hand to you. There are other demons, witches, mythical creatures and the likes surrounding the area, munching his chocolate head off they just bought with a loud chomp and a death stare to his head. Solomon pays them no mind. You're not quite sure if you'll be as composed had the same thing happened, knowing the infamous tradition of the head-biting chocolates to be a form of stress relief. In times like this, you're reminded yet again how those same swirls of blue and brown in his eyes you have come to adore are the exact ones the demons loathe.
"Does it? I think they made me look better than I am."
He chuckles and you follow, shrugging noncommittally. You point out more similarities until the food starts to stick to your fingers. Satisfied with the assessment then, you opt to clink your Solomon-shaped chocolate to his with a playful 'Cheers'.
Your silvery white haired friend tears the head— his head —off with his mouth to follow the trend he thought was funny. Talk about nonchalance, or guts, or both. Maybe neither: He does have unusual humour, that guy.
Solomon relishes the first bite. Thankfully, it's as good as it looks. He had opted for a raspberry-filled one and although it's not his usual preference, it's not bad. Perhaps he would suggest the Solomon way for the Solomon chocolate, if the confectionery store would listen. He's about to have his second bite before he realizes there's no sound coming from you. Are you waiting for something? Just as he's about to look your way, a soft 'mwah' reaches his ears first, his vision barely catching your lips leaving his face of the chocolate.
W-wha...
An awkward cough bubbles up his throat, his face turning the other way just as fast and the ugly sounds escape his mouth in an overconsuming wave. Your palm reaches his back in the next few seconds, rubbing it gently as you murmur words of worry and affection.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
The wise sorcerer could sense the constricting of his chest, and the upwards spike in his heartbeat. Definitely not the supposed effects of your relieving touch. He lets one last cough out, listening to the frown in your voice, and his face only flushes more. Soooooo not wise.
"You okay? You want me to grab a drink?" Eyebrows furrowing, you give the store's counter a distance away a glance. He finally turns to you and quietly shakes his head. "I... No need.. Mm.. I'm fine... It's just.." He trails his words while his eyes wander to the melting chocolate in your hold.
.....
.....
.....
"I didn't..," he wrings out one last cough to be sure, "...expect you to do... that." Rising his hand, it covers his face in a lame attempt of hiding his blush. He knows you saw it anyway, when the laugh that exits your mouth is a little choked.
You don't shy away like he expected, finally looking at the chocolate before having your first taste. Your eyes widen then, the heels of your feet bouncing in suppressed giggle of their own. Shit. You're so cute. Solomon lets his face warm up this time, hand slowly falling in exchange to bare a little of his soul to you.
"It's delicious," You answer instead, invading closer into his personal bubble, "You got the raspberry right? I got the normal one." Solomon's breath hitches as your tongue licks away the earlier residue of chocolate on your lips. This close, he'll only be making a fool of himself.
"You wanna try?" The question seems more intimate from his mouth than he'd like to admit, yet the twinkle in your eyes only brings the sorcerer more courage to continue.
"From my mouth?"
Or more stupid.
This is it. He made things awkward. Maybe your action earlier was only an act of kindness amongst other buyers and he wrongly assumed. Solomon parts his lips, an apology on the tip of his tongue but you're closer than he remembered, a playful tilt in your words. "You're right..."
Something slightly rough swipes over his lips— Your thumb maybe? He's too love-drunk to look away from you although the confirmation is just there in front of him.
"Why kiss the chocolate when I can kiss the real thing hm?"
edited during my work, im tired of re-editing so here ya gaurs 😋
[ tw major character death.. grief.. , solomon is full of love therefore he is full of grief , my first proper angst WOOOOO ]
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It's strange, really. Many had put in more effort into capturing his affection. Given his power and position in between the three realms, he understands. After all, this isn't his first romantic relationship: There were bound to be a few he gained feelings for within the countless marriages and concubines he had back in the day.
But all it took was you placing your lips on the tips of his digits, softly, tenderly, like you truly like him for him and not the benefits that come from being with him, and his chest squeezes. He helplessly stares in awe as you lift his other wrist and shower the fingers the same action. Something warm crawls from your mouth and seeps into his skin, nestling its way into his chest and making a place there, all light and floaty.
Your gaze meets his then, answered with a quirk of his eyebrow before you giggle and lean closer. Hands slowly trailing up his biceps, his solid shoulders, then until his face fits into the shape of your palms. The sorcerer breathes out a sigh, eyes closing with no resistance. A soft sensation lands on his right cheek. It stays for a while. Next on his left one. Oh, this pattern. Another to his forehead. Solomon feels the corners of his lips twitch in anticipation of what comes next.
He memorizes. Those lips that are slightly chapped; you're always so busy taking care of others you forget to hydrate yourself. How they fit and feel just right against his. Like you two were meant to be. Like he waited this many centuries just for you to exist. Like it's alright that everyone doubts him so long if he gets to meet you anyway.
He waits.
He waits.
Peeking an eye open, Solomon is ready with a teasing remark on his tongue only to be met with the four walls of his room.
It's strange, really.
He blinks, only then being aware of how blurry his vision has gotten when he feels fat blobs sliding down his face. The palms cradling his face now feels oddly too familiar. Like your hands, the back of his mind says.
It's strange, really.
He knows you love him. He knows he loves you. He also knows he will love you longer.
a little yap. i purposely use present tense for 'he knows you love him' part cause.. idk. i feel our love even if shorter can last him a lifetime just because of how much it means to him because he loves us so so much ok bye.
