Their search history when m/c first arrives in the Devildom
Incl. lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel ｡𖦹°‧
LUCIFER
MAMMON
LEVIATHAN
SATAN
ASMODEUS
BEELZEBUB
Search history idea from the endlessly creative reignpg! Sorry for the no Belphie, m/c hadn't met him yet and I ran out of photos :C (maybe in a pt.2 with side characters if anyone’s interested?)
hiii i love your writing! your blog is such a comfort to me after a long day
humbly requesting an hc list of things MC does that the brothers think is cute…
hiccuping, yawning, stretching. mundane things demons would find adorable watching a human do.
Thanks! I'm really glad to hear that my writing is comforting to read ^^
☁︎⋅ Random/Human Things MC does that the Brothers Find Cute ☁︎⋅
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Featuring: The Demon Bros x MC (separately)
CW: None
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Lucifer:
❀ Lucifer finds a lot of the things that he forgets that humans need to worry about cute, which could range from you snacking late at night while studying to keep up energy or just simply drinking water. Demons naturally need less in order to function, but seeing you drink what he thought was a lot for a human was pretty cute to him.
❀ Asking him for help to touch up your appearance instead of trying yourself or using magic. It's such a simple request, buttoning up something you can't quite reach or wiping your chin clean from dirt. Lucifer really takes the time to admire you, often throwing a quiet compliment to elicit some sort of reaction out of you at the same time. Plus, the fact that you're going to him about your appearance and not anybody else feeds into his pride a little.
Mammon:
❀ Mammon loves watching you stretch and yawn, any clear signs showing that you're tired. That lets him be the one to offer himself as a pillow so he doesn't have to directly ask to cuddle you. Seeing you doze off against his shoulder makes him more protective than ever, seeing the vulnerable look on your face melting his heart.
❀ He enjoys watching you eat a favourite food of yours. He can tell that you're eating to enjoy it fully, not just to fuel yourself up. Of course, anybody regardless of the species can enjoy their favourite food. But Mammon knows you're truly relaxed, eating like a happy human and not one worried about being someone's next meal.
Leviathan:
❀ He likes to watch you sleep. Not in the creepy way he swears, but it always reminds him that humans genuinely need to sleep in order to stay alive and not become delirious. You look so safe around him too, which only makes Levi feel more responsible to keep you comfortable. He'll even mute his game or show to ensure you don't wake up.
❀ It sounds silly, but he likes it when you blink, especially multiple times like if you got dust in your eye or if you're trying to wake up. Levi thinks it's kinda cute. The idea that you have to do this so your sensitive eyes don't get damaged is pretty strange to him, especially since his demonic...ness doesn't require him to blink so much. That would explain why his eyes don't burn as much when staring at a computer screen, they aren't as sensitive compared to yours.
Satan:
❀ Satan likes watching you get spooked or afraid of something, whether it's by a horror movie, a bug, or even a haunted mansion exploration. He finds it ironic that even though you command seven of the strongest rulers to ever exist, you can still get a little jumpscared from well-timed moments.
❀ Seeing you try and grab things out of reach without the use of magic. It's not that Satan likes to see you struggle, but he does find it cute that this was what you had to do before learning any proper magic. He often waits to see if you can bend down far enough or jump high enough to reach what you wanted before grabbing it for you.
Asmodeus:
❀ Whenever you do little checks to see if your appearance still looks good and making sure you don't smell or anything like that. Since humans didn't have as strong sense of smell compared to other species, Asmodeus thinks it's adorable seeing you fret over your appearance when he thinks you look and smell just fine. Enough to gobble you up.
❀ It's not really something you do, but Asmo secretly loves when you're sick and displaying symptoms that are otherwise harmless to demons. This means that he can pamper you for as long as you he wants, showering you with attention the whole time you're out. He also takes the time to brew you tea, soup, or dress you up or do your skincare.
Beelzebub:
❀ Beel thinks it's funny when you worry about small details, like a stain on a shirt or if you guys were staying up too late with RAD the next day. He's naturally carefree most of the time, but he can't deny the fact that he's relieved that you're worried about him and his wellbeing. His mindset is that there will be time the next day to worry about stuff, so he forgets humans often have a higher sense of urgency that comes with a shorter lifespan.
❀ This isn't too much of a surprise but Beelzebub absolutely adores it when you get cold. Seeing you shiver and slowly make your way towards him makes him so happy. He's honoured to be the one to warm you back up with his touch, which is one of the few times he's glad about how much more fragile humans are.
Belphegor:
❀ He secretly likes it when you hang around him if you've been alone for a while. Belphie often grumbles and pretends to be asleep if you're bugging him, but he doesn't want you to leave either. He especially knows what isolation can do to somebody, so he'd never kick you out. Humans are usually social creatures, and Belphie just finds it interesting that you chose a loner like him to spend time with.
❀ Belphie's definitely one of those people that wait for you to yawn so he can stick his finger in your mouth. Being around the Avatar of Sloth means that you are often sleepy and moving lethargically near him too, so you yawn often. Belphegor does find it cute, but he finds it even funnier seeing you get mad at him for doing that almost every time you yawn, which means you have to be quick covering your mouth.
You look down at your tiny paws, horrified.
The bookshelves loom over you menacingly and you remain frozen, with no idea how to get yourself out of this mess. You need to find one of the brothers (preferably Lucifer) to help you out. But how were you going to make them realize it was you? You'll think about that when you find them.
You skitter across the halls of the House of Lamentation, acutely aware of just how many things could kill you now that you were about the size of an orange. Each little noise makes your heart skip and every shadow seems like a threat.
You find one of the brothers in the living room. Unfortunately, it was Asmo.
Amber eyes meet yours and the Avatar of Lust lets out a shriek that belongs in a horror movie.
"Why the hell are you screaming?!" Belphie, who was napping under the coffee table, grumbles in annoyance as he shoves his face into the pillow and pulls the sides up to cover his ears.
Asmo stands up on the couch, screaming like a damsel in distress. "A MOUSE—! WHY IS IT MOVING LIKE THAT—LUCIFER—!!!"
Footsteps thunder down the hall as Beel comes to Asmo's aid.
"Why are you screaming like that?" He looks down at you, and you both have a staring contest for a few seconds. "Oh."
You know that look on Beel all too well. So, you make the wise decision to run before he can turn you into a mouse kebab.
'Nope, not today', you think to yourself as you narrowly escape Beel lunging at you. You zip across the floor, running over a very startled Belphie. You masterfully slip between Satan’s legs (who had just reached the site of chaos). “What is all this noi… what—”
The stair case is so close. If only you could find Lucifer—
You feel yourself bump into something, before being lifted into the air. You come face to face with Mammon. You frantically wave your little paws at him. Maybe he'll understand you. "This is what scared ya?", he says in a bored manner. "I’m tossin’ this thing out—OUCH WHAT THE HELL?!"
Mammon clutches his hand, rubbing the area where you bit him, as you fall out of his grasp and make a mad-dash up the stairs, towards Lucifer's room.
You vault over Levi's feet as he cracks his door open. “Can you all shut up I’m trying to—AHH!!"
And then a thought enters your mind. If none of the brothers, even Mammon, can recognize you, what are the chances that Lucifer will? And if Lucifer caught you, there would be no escape. You pause for a second and change your trajectory, running toward sthe other end of the hall instead. Maybe you should hide out in your room. Try and use your D.D.D to contact Solomon.
Thankfully, you left the door open. You slip into your room and climb up your desk in an attempt to find your D.D.D. And you nearly cry with relief when you do find it lying next to your homework.
You manage to put in your password and unlock it. Now, to open the messaging app—
Mammon bursts in. "Hey, get outta' MC's room!!"
"Wait, it's using their D.D.D??", Levi follows in after.
"Look, it's typing something!!", says Asmo, peeking out from behind Satan.
You have managed to open one of the brother's chat and type out your name. It took quite some effort to reach the keys with your short hands but you finally sit down with relief when you see realization flash in the brothers' eyes.
"Wait...MC??" begins Beel. You squeak at him angrily. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you." He looks like a sad puppy now. Mammon looks equally as guilty. You can't help but forgive them.
"Jump twice if you're MC", says Belphie, now wide awake. You jump in spot twice. "Spin." He says with that shit-eating grin. You spin around, glaring up at him. "Hmm, still not convincing enough. Squeak three times."
"Oi, stop messing with them." Mammon lightly smacks the back of Belphie's head.
"Now that I think about it, they’re kind of cute!", Asmo leans in, eyes sparkling . You glare at him like 'Really, bitch? You were the one screaming your lungs out a few seconds ago.' The fifth-born pays no heed as he scoops you up in his palms, cooing at you. "Ooooh, you'd look so cute with a little bow!"
“Put them down,” Satan said sharply, eyes narrowed. You feel anger radiate off of him. Asmo doesn't take chances.
“Who dared to put a curse on you? I’ll make them—” continues Satan.
You hang your head low in shame.
Satan pauses, his anger dissipating and turning into...amusement? Maybe a bit of disappointment? "You did this to yourself, didn't you?"
You squeak pitifully.
Lucifer enters the room, annoyed beyond measure. “What is the meaning of all this chaos? Why is there a rat on MC's desk?"
He takes a look at the scene. The message written on the D.D.D. The oddly calm mouse on the desk.
He looks at his brothers.
Their faces clearly answer: Yes, Lucifer. It is exactly what you think it is.
You squeak again.
Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose. "...wonderful."
Mammon has never walked so carefully in his life. You are asleep in the front pocket of his jacket, curled up into the softest little ball. Mammon is trying very hard not to jostle you. Asmo peaks into Mammon’s pocket every once in a while to coo at you, only to be swatted away by the second-born. “They’re sleepin’, be quiet!”
The seven reach purgatory hall. Lucifer presses the door bell. You wake up from your slumber and poke your head out of the pocket and are met with the sight of Solomon looking directly at you while Lucifer explains what's going on.
Solomon takes you in his hand as you climb out of Mammon's pocket.
“Oh my, look at you!” Solomon brings you up to his face, eyes lighting up. “Do you have any idea how hard it is not to squeal?”
"Please don't", says Belphie.
"Just fix 'em up quickly. No shady business", warns Mammon.
Lucifer looks at you, comfortable in Solomon's palm. "I trust that you will help turn them back without further... complications."
"When have I ever caused any trouble, huh?", Solomon smiles at the group. They give him very unimpressed looks before Solomon pushes them all out of Purgatory Hall, their complaints falling of deaf ears. Mammon lingered the longest, only relenting when you looked up at him reassuringly.
The door shuts. Solomon looks down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement. He slowly lifts his palms up, lifting you up along with them. "Behold my mighty apprentice, feared across realms."
You stare at him.
Oh, you were adorable. Maybe he'll keep you like this for a short while, just to have fun.
You accept your fate.
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You have escaped Solomon's study, like a professional mouse, because you have ✨priorities✨. You were definitely not going to lose this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
You navigate around Purgatory hall with your tiny little feet skittering on the ground till you find what you were looking for. Or rather, who you were looking for.
Simeon feels something soft bump into his leg. He looks down and sees a little mouse looking up at him with...familiarity?
"Oh. Hello there, little one."
You squeal internally.
You climb onto the couch and press your head against his arm.
Simeon laughs quietly, putting down his book. “Well, aren’t you affectionate?"
Simeon gently rubs your head with a finger. You stand up on two legs and place your paws on his hand. "You must like attention." He gently scoops you up and strokes your fur. You immediately melt into his palm. Oh. Yes. This was the good stuff.
And that's how Solomon finds you fifteen minutes later. Absolutely basking in the angel's affections.
"Oh, I see. So this is what betrayal feels like."
You jump up at Solomon's voice, making Simeon gently pat you in an attempt to calm you down.
"Hello, Solomon. I found this little mouse wandering around. They’re very polite. A little angel, really."
"Is that so?", replies Solomon as he pries you away from Simeon. You try to wriggle out of his hands and back to Simeon's, but to no avail.
"Does it happen to be yours?", asks Simeon.
"Well, it does happen to be my apprentice."
"Apprentice...?"
Simeon takes a closer look at you. You try to hide your face.
"MC?"
Simeon blinks once; then laughs, warm and surprised. “Oh my. That explains the affectionate behaviour."
"Imagine my heartbreak. One moment they’re safely with me, and the next I discover they’ve abandoned their dear teacher to go snuggle with an angel. Do humans not suit you anymore, my dear apprentice?"
As much as you love and appreciated Solomon, you do feel like punching him right now. But you can't really do that in this form, can you? So, you resort to glaring instead.
"How did this happen? Them turning into a mouse, I mean.” asks Simeon.
"Hmm, that's what I'd love to know too." Solomon looks down at your angry little face as he says that. "Hey, stop looking at me like that. Not my fault you got caught being a simp."
"What does that mean? 'Simp'?"
You glare harder, daring Solomon to say anything else embarrassing.
"Someone who is very...affectionate, let's say." Solomon replies.
"Ah, I see. MC does, indeed, appear to be a 'simp', then."
Solomon does a very good job holding back his laugh as you let out a mortified sound.
"Anyways, we will take our leave. I still need to find a cure to this." He says finally.
"Yes, that's important. Take care, both of you." Simeon resumes to reading his book as Solomon carries you out of Purgatory Hall and into the Devildom street.
You squeak at Solomon with confusion. What is he up to now?
"You know, I'm kind of hurt", says Solomon, with exaggerated dramatics. "Leaving me all alone to go snuggle up to Simeon. Especially after I spend hours working hard and trying to find a cure for you. Truly heartless."
You give him your best puppy—er—mouse eyes (?).
"Ah, how can I stay mad at that face? But, I can't really let go of what happened. You still need to make it up to me, you know?"
Solomon puts you on his shoulder, earning a few curious looks from demons going about their day.
"Oh, don't worry, my dearest apprentice. I'll only have a bit of harmless fun."
Barbatos' eye twitches as he looks at Solomon, and you, comfortably perched on his shoulder. "Why", he begins, voice laced with absolute disgust, "have you brought that thing here?"
If looks could kill, you'd be a dead mouse by now.
"Please remove it immediately."
“Oh, come now. They’re harmless. Would you like to hold them?” Says Solomons, as be brings you closer to the butler.
You feel the urge to hide in Solomon's sleeves.
Barbatos goes rigid. “I despise r— 'you-know-what's,” he says evenly.
"Now, now, that is no way to talk about my dear apprentice. Also, they’re a mouse, not a rat."
"...Apprentice?" Barbatos finally takes a closer look at you. "I see."
He takes a step back, eyes glowing with ancient power. “Then there is no need for this nonsense.”
Time seems to warp around you, and a second later, you find yourself sitting on the floor back in your human form. You were unharmed, albeit a bit dizzy. Barbatos helps you up.
"I was having so much fun. And you just had to go and do that..." Solomon says in a disappointed manner. "Still, I guess it is quite a rare opportunity to see the Barbatos perform his time magic."
Barbatos chooses to ignore Solomon, instead checking on you to ensure you were feeling alright.
As fun as it was seeing the rather stoic butler try so hard to maintain his composure, you do feel kind of guilty. “Barbatos, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” you say sheepishly.
“It is forgiven,” he says immediately. "I was just preparing tea for the Young Master. Would you like to join him? I'm sure he would be delighted"
"How come I never get invi—" begins Solomon.
“Solomon, you may take your leave now.”
Solomon sighs dramatically. “You ruin all my fun.”
A/N: Locked in so hard that I didn't even realize how long this became. Just sat here for three hours straight. This might be the most random fic I've written yet. But hey, I thinks it's pretty cute and i got to write all my favourite characters in one fic so yay.
[As per the results of the poll, i decided to keep this as one single post]
Solomon watching Barbietoes and Mouse!MC interact be like:
"Hm? Is there something you need?" Solomon speaks—hand on his device with his other on your waist.
You don't know how long the two of you have gone at it, but you swore it was long enough to the point the brothers have taken notice. No doubt searching you all over the place and having missed calls and unread messages on your D.D.D.
You can hear Solomon calling out your name. "Have I seen them? Not that I recall..." You stifle a whimper when Solomons stilled hips started moving again then put your hand over your mouth to silence the noises from it.
The caller and Solomon kept talking back and forth as you tried your best beneath him to keep quiet. But this attempt seemed to be futile as Solomon delivers a powerful thrust making you moan loudly. This time, you can hear a distinct voice from the caller.
"Wait is that...? You... You damn sorcerer!"
"Whoops." Solomon simply said and pressed the call end button and threw the device somewhere else.
You whine when he delves into you deeper and comes in close contact with his chest on your back, his voice right next to your ear.
"Seems like we got caught."
Solomon thrusts into you with wild abandon while hitting that spot that makes you see stars.
"Let's get back to where we were, shall we?"
Afterwards, you couldn't remember much other than the seemingly never-ending pleasure he delivers to your body.
A/N: My first request back! Thought I'd go with something fun. There's no explicit smut but it is quite suggestive. Hope y'all enjoy!
Summary: Your favorite Demon Brother wakes up with you in his arms - and morning wood between his legs. What will happen next? Well...
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Lucifer, ever the prideful demon, can't help the smile on his face when he wakes up and looks down, only to see you safely asleep in his arms.
Ah, yes. The two of you had spent your first night together - not doing anything scandalous, just peacefully sleeping together. Although, he also couldn't help the way that smile ceased when he noticed the situation happening between his legs. He didn't notice his morning wood at first, due to the fact that you had your leg slung over him in your slumber - you were the only thing he noticed. But now a small seed of insecurity has been implanted into the back of his mind. What would you think, waking up to such an intrusion? Surely, the Avatar of Pride should be able to maintain control of himself, even his autonomic bodily functions. He wants to be nothing short of perfect in your eyes, even if that means going to extreme lengths to control the impossible. He's practically ready to get out of bed and start working on a plan forward - that is until he looks down into those sweet eyes of yours, and realizes you're awake. His moment of insecurity is fleeting, deciding that the state he's in is natural, and nothing to be ashamed or afraid of. You are his lover, after all. He leans down to steal a kiss from your lips, that cheeky smirk on his face after he pulls away.
"Good morning, my love. It seems as though you've stirred something within me," he said, before he leaned back down to start lightly nipping at your neck. You won't be making it out of his bed anytime soon, that's for sure. Quite scanadalous, indeed.
The first morning the two of you spend together, Mammon wakes up with an adorably dopey smile on his face. He's so happy to be cuddled up with his human, all cozy and warm, that he doesn't even notice the situation in his sweatpants at first. As he regains his consciousness, the feeling between his legs connecting to his brain, his eyes widen and he throws the covers off as he jumps out of the bed. You're barely even rubbing your eyes, muttering out his name in a questioning tone, when you hear the sound of your bathroom door slamming. You're wide awake now - yet so is he. Asking him questions through the door is just met with his signature brand of denial as he shouts at you to "GET BACK TO BED, STUPID HUMAN!!" You roll your eyes and grumble, opting to just go back to sleep and figure it out later. Luckily for Mammon. He doesn't need you getting the wrong idea - he's the Great Mammon after all! And no, he totally doesn't have a huge crush on you. The last thing he needs is such an awkward situation with the human he isn't crushing on.
The next time it happens though, he doesn't have quite the same reaction. You two are much closer than you were the last time, and he'll be damned if he's gonna hop out of your bed early. You wake up and he immediately steals a kiss, a blush already on his cheeks - and it doesn't take you long to figure out why. Giggles escape your lips if you ask Mammon if that gift is meant for you, which turns into full on laughter as his blush deepens and he stammers out his denials. And then, he gives you this look - an innocent lil puppy dog eye'd look with those shining gold-and-blue orbs of his. Always greedy for you, he doesn't even have to say the words. You already know what he wants.
"Treasure, please," is all you'll get from him. Which is all you need to hear, anyways. This greedy demon is eager to take anything you can give him.
Why oh why can't he just melt into the floor? At that current moment, Leviathan felt cursed. He finally got to spend the night cuddling with his Player 2, and THIS is the state he wakes up in?! He feels like the grossest lowlife to ever walk the realm. If Father could just send some lightning straight down here and take him out, he'd be oh so grateful. Because how the hell is he possibly going to deal with this?! You were currently laying on top of him, snuggling with him in his bath-bed and tangled up in his tail. The level of gymnastics needed to escape from your hold and this room far surpasses an Olympic level feat. And when he looks down at his chest to see you looking back up at him, he swears his demonic heart actually stopped. The scream emitted from his room could be heard all the way from the Demon Lord's Castle, as well as the subsequent slamming of his door. You are just left laying alone in his room in bewilderment as your ears ring.
It takes quite a bit of time for Leviathan to get over this whole incident. It actually starts to bum you out how long he's kept himself locked away in his room this time, refusing to talk or even come down for meals. His Brothers thought it was funny at first, but now that they see you upset, they take it upon themselves to chat with him. It doesn't work at first, until Mammon kicks down his door himself. Then, one by one, they stop by to chat with little success. It isn't until Lucifer stops by for an earnest pep talk that the Avatar of Envy finally comes around.
When it finally comes time to hang out again, Levi opts to pretend the whole thing never happened. Unluckily for him, it happened again. He's ready to have another mental breakdown, but you're determined to prevent that - you love him, and it's really not a big deal. You were never mad, or creeped out, it just happens. As you cradle his blushing cheeks with your lil human hands, you whisper words of reassurance to your Lord of Shadow.
"I-I-I-Uhhhh-" is all he can stammer out in reply, until you shut him up with those soft lips of yours. He'll have to write you a message later - for now, you have him pushed back into his bath-bed, ready to take the lead and conquer him like an adventure quest.
Laying in his bed with you, surrounded by his books as you sleep in his arms, Satan lies awake with his emerald eyes staring at the ceiling. This wasn't the first time he was experiencing this issue. He had read plenty about it, to the point that he knows it's an autonomic function of his body. And yet, he can't help but to feel a bit ashamed of himself, as if he had any control of it at all - as if he were gentlemanly enough to be able to stop it from happening. He's better than this - a thought that sounds eerily like the words of someone he loathes, and now he's even more irritated with himself. Ugh, how could he have not seen this as a possible outcome?! While one of his arms is wrapped around you, the other lays by his side as he grips the bed-sheet so hard that his knuckles changes shades. He needs to come up with a plan to make a quiet escape so he can go calm down. He could probably slip out of bed fairly easily, the only problem being the mountains of books creating obstacles all around his room. He knows these book piles like the back of his own hand, and yet his anger clouds his mind. He highly doubts he'd be able to make a clean escape.
Before he can start to peel the sheets back, he feels you stirring from your sleep. You look up at him to see a bright blush on his cheeks, clearly avoiding eye contact with you. With a light giggle, you ask Satan whats wrong, and he begins to rapidly apologize while info-dumping everything he's read about the subject. About two-thirds of the way through his rambles, you simply cut him off with a kiss. When you pull away, you swear you see sparkles in those sage orbs of his. You break the kiss and start to pull at the drawstrings of his pajama pants, a tiny giggle escaping your lips. A light blush coats his cheeks, and all of the poetry previously ingrained into his brain has now fled from his memories.
"Amazing," was all he could whisper, and he is most definitely talking about you. He'll have to express his gratitude when he can regather his mind, but for now, he's happy to be locked in his room with you. This is one study session he plans to be absolutely rigorous about.
Already awake, yet pretending to still be asleep, Asmo is doing his best to keep a mischievous grin off of his pretty face. He was well aware of the situation happening between his legs, and he isn't fazed by it in the least. He's the Avatar of Lust, after all, and this is his arena! And he is perfectly comfortable pressing his morning arousal into the flesh of your thigh as he continues to pretend. Of course you begin to stir, slowly waking up and taking in your surroundings, immediately taking notice of Asmodeus. Your eyes scan his sleeping form, one of your hands gently rubbing his back as you feel him press himself into your leg once more. A small gasp escapes your lips, and before you know it, his gorgeous sunset eyes are staring up at you.
You greet each other with whispered greetings and soft kisses, Asmo nuzzling your neck as he waits for you to bring up his arousal. You're a bit used to this - it's Asmodeus, after all, so none of this is really surprising. What was surprising, however, was how coy he was acting with you when you finally breached the subject. "Who, meeee~?! ♡" in that signature sing-song voice of his, as you look at him with a deadpan expression. He busts out into a fit of giggles, showering you with little kisses, before his kiss transforms into something a bit more sensual. His lips on your neck, his hands trailing your curves. You know exactly where this is going, but it's one of the many things you love about your Asmo.
"Do I even have to ask, darling~? ♡" His lips softly trail as he slides down your body, and you mentally prepare for the marathon of euphoria your lover is about to experience with you - and how it may cause you to ruin yet another set of silk sheets. Just another day being in love with the Avatar of Lust!
Now, you were quite used to snuggling up with the giant demonic teddy bear that is Beelzebub. Ever since Lucifer tried to 'punish' you by making you live with Beel temporarily, the two of you enjoyed sharing a bed and cuddling up at night. It seemed to be an average evening - you had retired with Beel to his room after dinner, ready to cozy up and drift off in his arms as the two of you watch his favorite show, Barbeque Life. What wasn't average, however, was the way in which you were awakened the following morning. See, the funny thing about sharing a bed with Beel is that you no longer need to set your own alarm clock - the roar of his rumbling stomach is more than sufficient to wake both of you up in the morning. But this morning was different. This morning, something rather stiff poked into your side, jarring you awake from your dreams.
It takes you a moment to fully wake up and realize what was happening - that Beel's other hunger could possibly be making itself known on this early Devildom morning. Although it could be nothing, it doesn't take you too long to find out. Soon enough, Beel is waking up as well, and you can tell he's certainly in a mood. With rosy cheeks and bashful eyes, he's looking at you with that same sparkle he has at the buffet line. Whatever he must have been dreaming about - and it certainly wasn't cheeseburgers - has clearly made him ravenous with lust. Always a gentleman, he takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, before kindly asking if he may proceed. He's so adorable that you answer him with a kiss, throwing your arms around his neck before he pulls you closer.
"Y'u tas- sssoooo g'd," he mumbles between kisses, as if his mouth was full, "I luv y'u s' muhh."
Beel always loves having sweets for breakfast.
Oh, Belphegor. That bratty little sloth demon. He sure does have a way of getting exactly what he wants - something that no one in this household would deny. You were starting to think he had planned this entire situation. He can control dreams after all, so it wouldn't shock you if he was creating lust-filled dreams in order to cause this to happen on purpose. One snap of his fingers and he's in the middle of a sex scene - and you can only imagine who his partner was. All so he could wake up and pester you with those pouty purple eyes of his, while he presses his hardened member into your side.
At first he feigns innocence and ignorance, wanting you to be the one to use your words to point it out - he'd do anything to get you flustered. That is, until you call him out on it - that you're sure of what he was doing in his dreams. He pouts, he whines, he blames you completely for it all - for his dream, and for his arousal. You're not really gonna make him beg are you? He'll just pretend to go back to sleep. His pouty eyes turn serious, a glint of threat glimmering in his purple orbs, and you can't help but to let out a laugh and steal a kiss. You can feel the tenseness leave his body as he melts back into your arms, getting comfortable as he returns your kiss with passion. You can feel his fangs lightly nip your bottom lip as you pull away for air, the poutiness returning to his face as he looks at you incredulously.
"Well, you're gonna help me, right?!" Turns out there's more than one way for the Avatar of Sloth to keep you in bed all day.
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Has anyone else wondered how the brothers+ plus side characters would feel going swimming with mc? Or to a hot spring?
But now add that mc is female...males and females have different dressing rooms....the only female along with mc is thirteen...
Thirteen gets to see Mc naked.
Do you understand what kind of WAR that would start? Thirteen more smug than anyone else knowing what's about to go down, also ik she's gonna be enjoying the view if yk what i mean
1.4K Words | AFAB! Reader x Barbatos | CW: 18+ Sexually explicit content, no protection used, mention of kinks
Summary ~ The holidays are rather stressful for you and Barbatos, so when you’re finally afforded a break during it all, you just need to relax, and Barbatos knows the best way to do that.
“This is so relaxing,” you sighed happily as you relaxed and slid deeper into the steamy water.
Barbatos chuckled from across you in the hot spring. “Good. You certainly needed a break from the holiday chaos.”
You nodded and gave a small “mhm.” as the water came up to your shoulders. “You always know exactly what I need…”
“I’m glad that’s the case, though I certainly needed this too,” the steward sighed and scooted closer to you.
Both you and Barbatos were rather stressed running around all season long. He had to fulfill the wishes of the soon-to-be king of the realm, and you “had” to wrangle the seven rulers of hell for his and each other’s sakes.
You sighed in unison as you both recalled the many events of the fewer than twenty days that had passed since the month began.
“We have tonight, at least,” Barbatos commented and grasped your shoulders suddenly. “Turn around,” he instructed, and you obeyed his smooth voice without a second thought. “Hm, good. Let me give you a massage,” he offered, and you relaxed into his firm touch as he began massaging your shoulders.
You couldn’t help the pleased moans that slipped out, and each one made him chuckle and slide his hands lower. You leaned out of the hot springs a little, letting the cold air hit your shoulders.
“May I remove your towel?” Barbatos asked, and you blushed.
“Huh?”
“For a more thorough massage,” he excused with an innocent grin, and you nodded and shivered as the air hit your back all the way down to your tailbone.
His hands skillfully glided over your back, feeling for knots and slowly focusing on them as you bit your lip to suppress your moans.
“No one but us is here; you needn’t hide your voice from me,” he told you, but you remained pink in the face.
“It’s still embarrassing…” You mumbled.
“Hm? Embarrassing? I thought we were well beyond that point by now?” He commented with a slight tilt of his head as he observed your bare back against the cold stones.
You could see your breath by this time of night, but stayed partially outside the water to enjoy Barbatos’s thorough massage. Suddenly, a large chill ran through your body, not because of the temperature but because Barbatos’s massage was continuing below your tailbone.
“B-Barb—“ you stuttered as his hands gently then firmly squeezed your ass.
“Hm? Is something the matter?” He asked you teasingly, and you pushed yourself off the cold stones and against his chest. “Yes, I do like this position better,” he commented and reached his hands around the front of you.
“Barbatos—“ you moaned softly as his hands gently massaged your chest.
“Yes, ___?” He asked you, his hot breath against your ear.
“N-nothing…” your voice broke into another moan as his fingers began to tease your areola.
“Why don’t we sit down…this cold air isn’t good for humans,” he suggested, and you nodded as he guided you back into the water and onto his lap, your back against his chest.
As you pressed against him, you noticed he too no longer had any towel covering him and allowed his erection to press against your back as he hummed contentedly.
“You feel so nice, __…this is exactly the kind of relaxation I needed right now,” he praised, and you blushed and agreed.
“Good…then do I have your consent to continue beyond a massage?” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver again in anticipation.
You nodded eagerly, and he grinned and chuckled. You felt the vibration against your back, and his hand reached lower and slipped between your legs.
“Good…we both need this,” he confirmed, and thanks to the water and his earlier massage, his first two fingers slipped inside of you easily. He chuckled, happy with the effect he was already having on you because he couldn’t be patient much longer.
He desperately needed to feel you, all of you. You were his rock during these stressful times, the only thing that made fulfilling all of Diavolo’s requests worth it in the end—because after it was all done, he got to come home to you in his bed. But lately, you’d been too tired to stay up for him and help release the tension he was feeling. You’d given him permission to act upon you while you slept— it was a kink of yours—but he much preferred you be awake for it so he could see the funny faces you made and hear your sweet moans like the ones you were making now.
He slipped his fingers in and out before adding another one, and his other hand quickly found your most sensitive part and began to tease it.
“W-won’t the water get dirty?” You stuttered, worried you’d ruin the nice hot spring bath.
“It won’t, besides, that should be the furthest thing from your mind right now,” he lightly scolded, and to prove his point, he quickly slipped even more fingers inside of you, making you gasp loudly.
You felt your vision get a little blurry, but whether it was the hot water or the pleasure, you couldn’t be sure. Both felt so good it was mind-numbing, and Barbatos hadn’t even properly entered you yet.
“Turn around,” he instructed, and you obediently turned around and straddled his waist, hovering over his cock as he gave you a flushed, pleased grin.
“Kiss me,” you breathed heavily, and he obeyed, bringing your face to his.
He met your lips eagerly and quickly slipped his tongue inside, exploring you like it was the first time. His hands moved to your ass again and gave it a teasing squeeze before he gently grabbed your upper legs to position you properly above his pulsing dick.
“B-Barb,” you stuttered as you felt his tip against your folds.
“Hmm,” he hummed, and his deep voice sent another excited chill through you before he squeezed your hips and began to lower you onto him.
You let out a small gasp as you felt his dick push into you. He watched your satisfied, hungry expression, and it fueled his own lust and made him pull you down more quickly.
“Ahh,” you moaned, and he took your mouth with his again, swallowing your pleased moans as he began to thrust his hips upwards into you slowly.
You rocked your hips in rhythm, slowly at first, then quickly as you began chasing your orgasm. Barbatos similarly began to thrust with more force before pulling out entirely.
“Huh? What?” You gasped pitifully, making him laugh as he stood you both up.
“Bend over,” he instructed, and you did as he said, bending over and leaning against the cold rocks, before Barbatos quickly summoned your towels to cushion your chest. “That’s better,” he said to himself and quickly pushed himself back inside of you.
You moaned and grasped the wet towels as he began slowly thrusting his hips again. Barbatos liked this position more. You looked so helpless like this, grabbing the towels and moaning loudly while being held against him, swallowing up his cock so eagerly.
He let out a deep moan, and the steady thrusting became messier as he began thrusting with a bit more force than humans were used to.
“A-ah!” You moaned loudly, your vision blurring as your body lurched forward and backward at more intense speeds. “Aaaaahh…” you gasped loudly as you felt your orgasm hit and white dots appeared in your vision.
Knowing he’d properly taken care of his human, Barbatos stopped holding back and almost immediately came inside you. You felt the thick white fluid gush inside of you, and slowly, Barbatos pulled his cock out while he watched you gasp for air.
He pushed his sweaty hair back and admired the view. Your limbs were weak, and you lay sprawled on the towels, mostly out of the hot spring, while his seed trickled down your legs out of your pulsing hole.
“Hmm…you look like you're still a little needy…” he commented, and you turned around to see his pink face, also a tad tired from the strenuous activity.
You bit your lip and smiled the best you could with how weak you felt, “I am…”
“Is that so? Then until we are forced back into the holiday rush overmorrow…I shall help you relax in the best way I can.”
True to his word, you and Barbatos helped each other relax and recharge for the days still to come, and once the craze was over, you’d do so again and again for as long as you could.
it's ridiculous, the way you make asmodeus feel. there really isn't a better word for it.
he was the avatar of lust-- he was a being made to love and be loved, to lust and be lusted over. he's experienced everything imaginable when it comes to romance and sex. he knows the feeling of two hearts beating as one while they're entangled together in the sheet of one bed. he knows what it's like to go on cute dates, to go to strip clubs where he's the centre of attention, what it's like to be absolutely adored by everyone and everything around him. it gives him a thrill like no other; it's his purpose. his hearts beat rapidly as he soaks in their love, his cheeks are flushed in excitement as he feels everyone's eyes on him and him alone, electricity runs through his veins.
all of that, and yet there's nothing like doing your make-up quietly in his room.
he loves you, he knows that. he's never been one to deny it when he loves someone-- he loves a lot of people. he loves his fans, he loves his brothers, he loves solomon, he loves the people he makes love to. but nothing has ever compared to loving you. it's soft and special--like nothing he's ever lived through before. when he's with you, it's like time slows down, and he's just him outside of his beauty and sin.
how could he not love you? he gets flustered and shy when you look at him too intensely. he loves your eyes on him just as much as he doesn't know what to do when you look. he wants to impress you with all that he is, he wants you to see why he was the jewel of the heavens before he fell. he wants you to know that there is no one more beautiful than him. but most of all, he wants you to fall in love with him like he has fallen for you.
