I love your account SOOMUCHH, can i request a smoker & alcoholic reader?? I wanna know how the brothers would react to itt
a/n: i'm so excited for the new game RAAAHHHH. anyways - as someone who unfortunately vapes, this is something i've thought about before, so thank you for this ask anon <3 i think they'd all be against it honestly, so i went down that route
cw: mentions of addiction, smoking + drinking, a little angsty🤏, 1 mention of blowjobs in asmo's
brothers with an alocholic/smoker mc
lucifer
- he's such an ass oh my god
- don't ever let him catch you smoking he will snatch your vice of choice out of your hands SOOO fast. throws it away right in front of you, damn near challenging you to fish it out.
- you don't, instead bribing mammon to buy you more next time he sneaks to the human realm to gamble. he's a bad influence, unfortunately </3
- if he ever smells the smoke or disgustingly sweet vape juice, he's hunting you down and lecturing you for at LEAST four hours
- when he inevitably finds you drinking/drunk, he is also very mad, but this time you have an argument back;
- he's being a hypocrite when he lectures you about the dangers of drinking too much, and you point that out. his momentarily stunned expression turns into frustration as he pulls the because i said so card
- he's painfully aware of how short your lifespan is, how little time you have to spend with him, and it kills him inside knowing you're choosing to shorten it even more. he'll do just about anything to get you to quit
- buys you non-nicotine vapes, reads up on human addictions, and cuts back on his own drinking. he refuses to be the reason you relapse, even if unintentionally
- if it's a problem for you he buys you non-alcoholic spirits or those botanical drink things that can replicate the buzz, if that's what you're chasing
- if you can keep it casual he has no issue with enjoying a few glasses of wine with you
- he relates the need to forget or numb feelings, so if that's what you're after, he doesn't judge; instead, he dedicates himself to finding a better solution for the both of you
mammon
- horrible influence at first. i mean just god-awful
- he will sneak into the human world and get you whatever you want, and cover for you if Lucifer starts sniffing around. he just wanted to try human cigarettes, okay?!
- takes you out to get drunk and gamble, blaming his losses on the alcohol every time, even though you keep winning
- has definitely gotten into a bar fight before while you drunkenly cheered him on
- complains when you get too drunk and throw up but always insists on cleaning you up himself
- eventually he learns more about humans, and how things like this harm them a lot more than they do demons, and he flips a switch
- refuses to do any more runs for you, lowkey forcing you to quit cold turkey </3 depending on how long you've been drinking/smoking, he will get you more to curb the withdrawls, but only small amounts under his supervision (ok mom)
- hides your stash of stuff and forgets where he hid it immediately after. Lucifer finds a box full of human-world alcohol and cigarettes in the back of a closet a month later
- steals buys you whatever you need to quit. he starts with patches and gum to curb the craving of the hit
- he celebrates each milestone like it's the most important day of the year (to him, it is)
- if you have an oral fixation, he lets you bite/suck on his fingers while yall cuddle. demon fingers won't snap like a carrot, so you can bite down as hard as you want
leviathan
- woah, you smoke?! so does *insert character from one of his super-niche animes here*!!!
- thinks you're super cool and edgy at first, probably really intimidated by you or assumes you won't like him
- doesn't really mind the smell of smoke on you, as long as you wash your hands before you touch any of his figures
- gets jealous of anyone you take smoke breaks with. he'll try a cigarette just to attempt to impress you and end up coughing so hard he has to sit down for a bit
- he's scared you only like him because of the alcohol, that sober you wouldn't think he's as entertaining. when you find this out, you go cold turkey for a week for him
- tracks how much you're using on his computer, and if there's an uptick he'll nervously confront you, asking if everything is okay
- lets you lie in his tub when you're super hungover. the cool porcelain helps with your pounding head, and if you throw up, nothing gets dirty! (except for your clothes)
- buys you limited-edition themed drinks or vapes/cigs. half of them stay unopened, considering you're almost certain he'd pop a blood vessel if you drank the Ruri-chan sake without him
- i personally don't think he would enjoy getting drunk, maybe a little tipsy now and again. he mainly just lets you win at Devilkart when you're sloppy and he's sober
- probably codes a whole game centered around the dangers of addiction and chickens out of actually showing it to you for fear of being preachy
satan
- loves calm late-night reading sessions with you in the garden while you smoke - he says the smoke makes the atmosphere feel more noir and atmospheric
- thoroughly researches human addiction, withdrawal symptoms, and long-term effects, then leaves passive-aggressive but caring annotated books and notes around your room
- the best listener when you’re drunk and angrily ranting about everything that’s ever annoyed you; he’ll even join in with savage commentary
- has secretly cast multiple healing and protective spells on your liver and lungs without telling you. will continue to do so forever and ever probably, even after you quit
- gets furious at anyone who enables your heavier habits or offers you stronger demon substances. several RAD students have "mysteriously" gone missing after encouraging you
- will sit with you for hours during rough cravings, distracting you with mystery novels, cat videos, or deep conversations
- the smell of your cigarettes has become comforting to him because it’s so strongly associated with you. he'll light one just to smell it when you're away in the human world
- plans bookstore cafe dates and library trips specifically to keep you occupied and away from drinking during stressful periods
- if you get drunk and emotional, he gets super gentle, holding you and reading to you until you fall asleep
- he starts collecting rare human-world books about addiction recovery and subtly tries to guide you toward healthier outlets
asmodeus
- does the whole "stop this... for me🥺" thing when it comes to smoking. he doesn't see any upsides to it (besides how hot you look with a cigarette in your mouth), so he practically begs you to quit. you chainsmoke four cigarettes in retaliation
- he doesn't care if you drink, he too enjoys a good wine from time to time, but he does care if it becomes a daily habit
- also cares if the alcohol you drink is poor. only the top-shelf stuff for his human!! he caught you drinking shitty beer once and the gasp he let out would've made you think he'd caught you cheating
- takes a million drunk pictures of/with you. he has a whole folder on his DDD dedicated to nights the two of you have gone out partying
- the skincare routine goes crazy. now he's gotta undo all the damage you've done to your beautiful face, starting with about 4 different cleansers
- really bad hangovers turn into full spa days. he's pampering you until you get sick of him (which never happens, right mc?!)
- he knows exactly when you're about to drink too much (even if he himself is drunk) and cuts you off just before you go from having fun to embarrassing yourself
- he thinks your smoker's voice is sexy, but he'll never admit it because he doesn't want to encourage you
- when you inevitably pull out a cigarette, he snatches it out of your hands and kisses you until you're breathless instead
- willing and ready to let you suck his dick instead of smoke a cigarette to get your oral fixation fix please just ask him
beelzebub
- def the most against it besides asmo
- he thinks its gross at first. cigarettes change the taste of things over time, not to mention the health effects, so he abstains
- the best at taking care of you when you're drunk. he can carry you home from the bar any time, and he'll happily hold your hair back while you throw up the dinner he made you eat so you wouldn't get poisoned
- wouldn't force you to quit, but he would hint at how he doesn't like it. if/when you ask him for help, he's overjoyed
- awful influence if you have turn to food to help you quit. you're going to gain 50 pounds under his supervision and you're gonna like it (he does)
- he always has hard candies or something similar on him, so if your addiction is centered around an oral fixation he's got you covered
- fear not though, cus he's gonna make you hit the gym with him too. he read... somewhere... that you can sweat out the cravings!
- has you start going on morning runs with him to begin creating better habits. he won't make you run fast or far, but you do have to prove you can change your habits for the better
- he's incredibly patient when the withdrawls make your emotions go haywire, never taking what you say to heart when you're high-strung
- nobody ever offers you anything anymore. not Mammon, not Solomon, not the demons at RAD you would trade with. they're all too afraid of the giant, ravenous demon standing behind you
belphegor
- the only one i can see not giving a fuck.
- he's of the opinion that if you wanna kill yourself slowly, that's your prerogative (don't let him fool you. he cares so much)
- he hates the smell of cigarettes, do NOT do that shit around him you'll never hear the end of it. makes you wash your hands and brush your teeth after you smoke
- he will go outside with you for smoke breaks because he wants to spend time with you, but he's scowling and turning his head away from the smoke the whole time
- will absolutely clown on you if you vape. doesn't matter if you're together, he makes fun of you so hard and so often you quit out of pure embarrassment
- you can drink around him if you want though, he'll hold you and help you sleep it off. alcohol tends to just put him out faster, so he's your go-to for post party nap sessions
- if you get nightmares from alcohol, he's there to turn them into lovely dreams about stargazing with him
- he hates going to parties with you, but he will lean against the wall in the corner and make sure nobody messes with you while you have fun
- he loves how affectionate you get when drunk, absolutely milks the fuck out of it. he's got a smug ass look on his face as you sit in his lap and play with his hair
- prefers for you to get drunk in the attic with him or him + beel, where they can monitor you and make sure you don't go too crazy
Lucifer stared at the small piece of paper in front of him in disbelief. He had gone to the kitchen for a cup of coffee; something to keep him awake through the piles of paperwork waiting for him in his office. He hadn’t been able to get hardly a page signed all day, due to… unfortunate circumstances. Now, as he opened the cabinet door, he found the source of his strife staring back at him. The paper was bright pink, folded into the shape of a small star, and the 458th one he’d found that day.
His sigh was heavy, rattling deep in his chest as he grabbed the bit of paper and put it in his coat pocket, joining four other brightly colored stars he had found on his walk to the kitchen.
You had been sitting with his brothers in your room for hours each day for a week, presumably creating these wretched things. Lucifer was happy you were spending time with his brothers, even happier you had found a hobby to keep you busy as you adjusted to Devildom life. He was not very happy that said hobby involved him cleaning up little bits of paper every second of the day. He wasn’t even sure how his housemates had been able to scatter them so efficiently, seeing as he had yet to catch one of you in the act.
As the coffee brewed, he mulled around the kitchen on the hunt for more stars. He found the 459th (neon green) balanced on a pipe under the sink, and the 460th (his shade of blue) was against the wall on top of the highest cabinet - courtesy of Beel, no doubt.
Lucifer’s pocket was starting to bulge out by the time he added the 461st to his collection. He dumped them onto the counter next to his mug, the pile of eight resembling those too sweet human-world cereals you’d forced him to try.
He should’ve been angry - irritated at best - that you were practically littering all around his house, but as he poured himself a cup of coffee he found it hard to be mad. Not when the sound of your laughter was floating so clearly through the halls. Judging by the other voices, Satan or Asmo had said something to make you laugh. Despite himself, Lucifer found a smile forming on his face as he picked up star number 462 off the kitchen door frame.
The stars themselves varied in quality - he knew the ones with crisp edges and perfect folds came from you, while the small handful he found half-crushed clearly came from Mammon. You had been putting his brothers to work, and while he would have preferred the efforts to go to chores, he couldn’t help but appreciate all you’d done.
Lucifer gathered up his growing pile of treasure and his mug before heading upstairs, the sound of yours and his brother’s voices growing louder with every step. Along the way, he found several more - two green ones tucked into the banister, one (pale yellow) on top of a picture frame, and another pink one taped to the ceiling being a few. By the time he reached your door, his collection had reached 471.
The sound of laughter spilled out from behind the door - your voice mixed with Mammon’s loud boasting, Levi’s quieter commentary, and Beel’s occasional happy hum. Lucifer paused, listening. It had been a long time since the house sounded this… alive. Not just noisy. Warm.
He knocked once, sharply.
The laughter cut off. A beat of silence, then Asmo’s sing-song voice, “Come iiin~”
Lucifer pushed the door open.
The scene that greeted him was pure chaos in the best possible way. You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by colorful paper squares. Levi was demonstrating a particularly complex fold with intense focus, while Mammon kept trying to steal your half-finished stars to “improve” them (mostly by adding tiny doodles of himself). Beel was carefully eating snacks with one hand and folding with the other, somehow managing not to get crumbs on anything. Satan lounged nearby with a book, occasionally offering sarcastic suggestions. Asmo was folding the hot pink paper, placing his creations on Belphie's sleeping form.
Every surface had at least one completed star on it. Lucifer cleared his throat. All eyes turned to him.
You looked up with an expression that was equal parts guilty and delighted, “Hi, Lucifer.”
He reached into his coat and pulled out the entire handful of stars, letting them cascade onto the floor in front of you like multicolored confetti, “I believe these belong to you.”
Mammon immediately tried to play innocent, “Whoa, those are crazy! Where’d ya find ‘em, Lucifer?”
Lucifer gave him a flat look, “That’s 14 of 400, Mammon.”
The demon in question shrank back.
You bit your lip to hide a smile, “Sorry. We got a little carried away.”
“A little?” Lucifer arched an eyebrow, but there was no real heat in it. He crouched down, picking up one of the stars - deep red this time - and turned it over in his fingers, “You’ve been turning my house into a nesting ground for paper birds. I found one in my coffee mug this morning.”
Beel looked vaguely proud, “That one was mine.”
Lucifer exhaled through his nose, but the sound was closer to a laugh than a sigh. He sat down properly on the edge of the rug and began folding one of the spare sheets of paper with practiced precision. The room went quiet for a moment as everyone watched the terrifying eldest brother create a perfect, crisp star in under thirty seconds.
He set it in your palm.
“There,” he said, voice softening just a touch, “If you’re going to fill the house with these, at least make sure they’re properly made. I won’t have substandard stars representing the House of Lamentation.”
Your face lit up. The others burst into cheers, the energy in the room bouncing right back up.
For the next hour, Lucifer stayed. He drank his coffee, corrected Mammon’s sloppy technique with long-suffering patience, and quietly made sure you had the best paper and sharpest folds. Every now and then he’d find a new hiding spot suggestion from one of his brothers and pretend not to hear it, even as the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
By the time he finally stood to leave, the pile of finished stars had doubled. He paused at the door and looked back at all of you - his chaotic, ridiculous family.
“Try not to turn the entire Devildom into your craft project,” he said dryly. Then, quieter, almost to himself, “It’s… good to hear you all laughing.”
He closed the door behind him, but not before a bright yellow star landed perfectly on his shoulder.
Lucifer plucked it off, examined the tiny thank you written on one of its points in your handwriting, and slipped it gently into his breast pocket - right over his heart - where it would stay for the rest of the day.
could i get a “Mammon x reader x Solomon”? i love them both my white haired cuties 🥹 which is funny because i have white hair rn too LOL
preferred, but i don’t mind if its not written in:
- afab/f!reader (can be gn!reader i don’t mind :3)
- jealously trope bc i eat that shit up
- nsfw but can be sfw i dont mind!
- blindfold/s….
plot could be whatever you’d like or just them fighting over Y/N’s time
THANK YOU AGAIN - 🧧💕
a/n: why is this the only picture of just the two of them that exists 😭 i LOVE rarepairs so much pls keep them coming
cw: afab!reader, smut, oral sex (m + f receiving), spanking, blindfolds but not during sex, solomon and mammon bicker while inside you bc of course they do
The smell of incense in Solomon’s room was all you could register as you sat on his bed - sweet, smoky sandalwood mixed with something sharper, almost herbal, that clung to the back of your throat and made your pulse quicken. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight, blocking out any hint of the Devildom night outside, while the low flicker of enchanted candles cast dancing golden shadows across the ornate wooden furniture. Purgatory Hall was left alone to the three of you tonight, and you had games to play. Solomon had blindfolded you as soon as you walked in the door with a strip of smooth black silk, tying it securely behind your head and brushing a teasing kiss to your temple, telling you they had a surprise for you.
Now, you were impatiently waiting as he and Mammon whispered in the corner, their low voices creating a hushed, conspiratorial hum that sent little shivers down your spine. You couldn’t make out any specific words, just that they were clearly working out the rules of whatever game they had cooked up, occasionally punctuated by Mammon’s stifled chuckle and Solomon’s amused murmur.
“Are you going to make me sit here all night?” You adjusted the blindfold, tightening it slightly against your heated skin.
“Sorry, love,” Solomon’s voice carried from your left, smooth as aged wine and laced with that familiar playful edge, “Just working out the kinks.”
“Are ya ready? The rules are simple-” Mammon’s voice came from in front of you, brimming with excitement, “-we each give ya a kiss, and if you guess who’s who correctly, you get to boss us around all night.”
Solomon finished for him, his tone light and teasing, “And if you’re wrong… you have to do whatever we want, no complaints.”
“Was the blindfold at the door really necessary?” You cocked your head in the direction you assumed Solomon was standing, the silk shifting softly against your lashes.
“We gotta keep ya in suspense, treasure.”
Someone - probably Solomon - tapped your nose lightly, causing you to flinch at the unexpected touch. You took that as your signal to raise your head, ready for your first kiss of the night, your heart hammering against your ribs in anticipation.
One pair of hands - cold to the touch, long fingers with an elegant, practiced grace - found their place on either side of your head, pulling you up slightly to reach the mystery pair of lips. The kiss started soft, a gentle exploration of the growing tension in the room, his breath carrying faint traces of mint. His lips moved against yours with a controlled hunger, using the tips of his fingers to tilt your head slightly to deepen the kiss, his tongue just barely tracing your lower lip like he was savoring every second. It didn’t last long, just enough to leave you breathless and chasing his lips when he pulled away, a soft whimper escaping you.
You heard a huff - half impatience, half amusement - and then the second pair was on you. This one was harder, deeper - less lips, more teeth and tongue. He was all consuming, nipping at your lips with fervor, one hand around the back of your neck - pulling you into him with possessive strength. You felt him leaning over you, his presence heavy and wired, chest brushing against yours. When he finally pulled back, your lips were swollen and tingling, your breath coming in short gasps.
A soft chuckle came from your left, “Well, love? Who was who?” Solomon finished his sentence by gently peeling the blindfold off of you, tossing it to the side and letting cool air kiss your flushed cheeks.
You licked your lips, savoring the taste - the lingering mix of two distinct flavors, one refined and magical, the other bold and greedy. The first kiss had been practiced, centuries of control behind it. The second had been desperate, impatient - someone who hated waiting for what he wanted. Your skin still prickled where their hands had been, and heat pooled low in your belly.
“Solomon was first. Mammon second,” you smirked up at them, confident in your answer, eyes adjusting to the candlelight as you took in their handsome faces.
Silence fell over the room as the two men in front of you exchanged a look, their eyes gleaming with mischief. Slowly, as you continued to calm your racing heart, their faces broke into shit-eating grins, identical expressions of triumph that made your stomach flip.
“Nope!” Mammon was beaming, sharp teeth flashing, “Didn’t think we’d trick ya, did ya?” He wiggled his fingers, Solomon waving his own in a flourish of magic that left faint sparkling trails in the air. Mammon grabbed your hand, his fingers now near ice cold, not dissimilar to the sorcerer’s - clearly enhanced by one of Solomon’s clever little spells.
You blinked, realization dawning as a rush of excited heat flooded through you. The game had only just begun, and judging by the hungry way both of them were looking at you now, being wrong had never felt so promising.
The silence stretched for a heartbeat longer before you let out a sharp laugh, pointing at them accusingly, “You cheated!”
“Technically,” Solomon started, “we didn’t. ‘Cause we made the rules.” He had an infuriating smirk on his face, “You gotta do whatever we want, deal?”
They stared at you expectantly, giving you an out. The overwhelming heat in your core drove your decision as you stood up - chest to chest with the sorcerer, challenging him, “Deal.”
You heard Mammon scoff lightly, the solid warmth of his body sliding behind you, “Don’t get too cocky now, treasure.” He planted his hands - warm once again - on your waist, squeezing slightly.
The tension in the room only grew thicker as Mammon let his hands wander - roaming from your waist up to your chest, rubbing your nipples through your clothes just to fall back down again. Solomon stood in front of you, inches away, studying your expressions.
When Mammon curled around you to cup your heat and you keened, whining softly, the sorcerer finally moved - leaning in to kiss you with a passion. He pushed Mammon back slightly - the demon hissing at him for doing so - just enough to rip your shirt and bra off before they were on you again.
The sorcerer’s mouth claimed yours with a low, satisfied hum, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, deliberate dance that tasted like victory. Behind you, Mammon growled, the sound melting into a chuckle as he pressed flush against your back, his hands greedily palming your bare breasts.
“Finally,” the demon muttered against your neck, teeth scraping just below your ear before he sucked a mark into the skin, “Been waitin’ to get my hands on ya properly.”
Cool air kissed your exposed skin, but it did nothing to quench the fire building inside you. Mammon’s fingers rolled your nipples into tight peaks, pinching just hard enough to make your hips jerk forward into Solomon’s body.
Solomon broke the kiss with a soft, breathless laugh, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes - dark with centuries of mischief - gleamed in the candlelight, “Look at you,” he murmured, “Already falling apart and we’ve barely started.”
You tried to retort, but Mammon chose that moment to grind his hardening cock against your ass, one hand slipping down again to rub firm circles over your clothed heat. The words dissolved into a broken moan.
“On the bed, treasure,” Mammon ordered, nipping your shoulder, “Now.”
They didn’t give you time to obey on your own. Solomon’s hands gently pushed you backward while Mammon pulled you effortlessly, the two of them laying you out across the sorcerer’s lavish sheets like an offering. The velvet curtains and incense-heavy air made the room feel even more intimate, like the rest of the Devildom had ceased to exist.
Solomon knelt between your legs, his long fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants and underwear, peeling them down in one smooth motion. Mammon settled beside your head, shedding his own shirt to reveal toned, sun-kissed skin before leaning down to capture your mouth again - greedy, messy, all tongue and teeth.
The first swipe of Solomon’s tongue between your folds pulled a sharp cry from your throat. He licked you open with devastating patience, savoring every twitch and whimper like he was memorizing a new spell. Two elegant fingers joined his mouth, curling inside you with practiced precision while his tongue circled your clit.
“Fuck- Solomon-” you gasped against Mammon’s lips.
Mammon pulled back just enough to grin down at you, golden eyes glowing with lust, “Wrong again, babe. But I ain’t complainin’,” He guided your hand to the bulge straining in his pants, “C’mon. Touch me while he eats that pretty pussy.”
You obeyed, palming him through the fabric before working his cock free. He was hot and heavy in your hand, already leaking. You stroked him in time with Solomon’s fingers, earning a string of curses and praises from the greedy demon.
Solomon hummed against you, the vibration shooting straight to your core. He added a third finger, stretching you open while sucking on your clit with just the right pressure. Your thighs started to tremble.
“Not yet,” Solomon said, pulling back suddenly. His lips glistened. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking far too composed for someone who’d just had his face buried between your legs, “You don’t get to come until we say.”
Mammon laughed, low and dark, “Yeah. You lost the game, remember?”
They switched places with fluid coordination. Mammon settled between your thighs, shoving your legs wider apart. No teasing this time - he licked a broad stripe up your soaked center and dove in like a man starved, tongue fucking into you while his nose rubbed against your clit.
Solomon knelt by your head, freeing his own cock. Long, and flushed dark at the tip, “Open,” he commanded softly.
You parted your lips obediently, letting Solomon slide the flushed head of his cock past them. He tasted clean and a little salty, the weight of him heavy on your tongue as he pushed deeper with a low groan, “That’s it, baby… just like that.”
Mammon growled against your pussy, the sound vibrating through your core. His tongue worked faster, more aggressive, like he was trying to pull your attention back to him. One of his hands gripped your thigh hard enough to bruise while the other reached up to pinch your nipple. The energy was immediate and electric - Mammon hated sharing, even when he’d agreed to it.
Solomon’s fingers threaded into your hair, guiding your head as he rocked shallowly into your mouth, “Greedy little thing,” he murmured, voice rough, “Look at you, taking me so well while Mammon devours you.”
Mammon pulled back just enough to snarl, “Shut up, wizard. She’s moanin’ louder for me,” He sucked hard on your clit, two thick fingers plunging into you and curling viciously. Your cry was muffled around Solomon’s cock.
The sorcerer chuckled darkly, but his grip in your hair tightened, “Jealous already? How predictable.”
The tension between them only made you wetter. You hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue around Solomon, while your hips bucked desperately against Mammon’s face. The two exchanged a look before simultaneously pulling out, Mammon’s strong hands flipping you onto your stomach.
“My turn to fuck her first, sorcerer. You had her mouth,” Mammon’s palm cracked down hard on your ass before you could even process the new position. The sharp smack echoed through the room, followed by a bright sting that made you gasp.
“Fuck- Mammon!”
Another hard spank landed on the other cheek, then a third in quick succession. His large hand rubbed the heated flesh possessively, “Yeah? Say my name again, treasure. Louder.”
Solomon’s eyes narrowed, jealousy flashing across his elegant features. He moved to kneel in front of you, fisting his cock and tapping it against your swollen lips again, “Don’t forget who’s in charge here, demon. She lost to both of us.”
Mammon spanked you again, harder this time, the sound obscene. Your pussy clenched around nothing, dripping down your thighs, “She’s drippin’ for me right now. Ain’t that right, babe?” He rubbed the head of his thick cock through your folds, teasing your entrance before pushing in with one brutal thrust.
You cried out, face pressed against Solomon’s cock as Mammon bottomed out, stretching you open. The demon set a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping against your reddened ass with every thrust.
Solomon’s hand cupped your jaw, guiding you to take him in, “Easy, love. Breathe,” But his voice was strained, eyes flicking to where Mammon was railing you with single-minded greed, “Don’t let him ruin you before I get my turn.”
Mammon laughed breathlessly, pounding into you harder, “Too late. She’s squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight - gonna cum already, aren’t ya?”
You were. The coil in your belly was wound unbearably tight, the sting of your ass pushing you closer. Solomon noticed, his thrusts into your mouth growing shallower as he watched your face, “Not yet,” he ordered, pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop, “You don’t come until we both say.”
Mammon snarled in frustration when Solomon suddenly pulled you forward, off his cock. The sorcerer flipped you onto your back again and climbed between your legs, pushing Mammon out of the way to slide into you in one smooth glide. His pace was slower, more controlled, but no less devastating - rolling his hips in deep, grinding circles that hit every sensitive spot inside you.
“Show-off,” Mammon growled. He knelt beside you, fisting his slick cock before shoving it back into your mouth, but the jealousy was eating at him. He kept glancing down at where Solomon was fucking you, at the way your walls fluttered visibly around the sorcerer’s length.
Solomon smirked up at him, one hand gripping your hip while the other reached over to stroke your clit, “What’s wrong, Mammon? Can’t stand watching her fall apart on someone else’s cock?”
Mammon’s golden eyes flashed. He growled as you hollowed out your cheeks, hoping to distract him from the brewing fight.
“Keep talkin’, pretty boy. See what happens,” Mammon warned. He thrusted into you harshly, his thick tip hitting the back of your throat with every motion.
You writhed on the bed, pleasure overwhelming every nerve in your body. You grabbed each of their hands with one of yours, a silent plea for them to let you cum.
“Let go,” Solomon finally allowed, voice strained. He slammed in deep, grinding against that perfect spot as his own release hit. You shattered around him with a broken cry, thighs shaking violently.
Mammon didn’t wait. The second Solomon pulled out, he took his place between your legs again, flipping you onto all fours and buried himself back inside your pulsing heat, “My turn to fill ya up,” he growled. Jealousy and lust made him frantic - he fucked you like he was trying to erase Solomon’s touch, chasing his own orgasm with desperate, punishing strokes.
Solomon knelt in front of you, kissing you messily while his fingers played with your oversensitive clit, “Good girl,” he whispered against your lips, “Let him have this one. We both know you’re ours.”
Mammon came with a loud groan, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you. He collapsed over your back, pressing sloppy kisses to your shoulder, muttering, “Mine…”
Solomon laughed softly, brushing damp hair from your face, “We’ll see about that.”
The three of you stayed tangled together on the sheets, breathing hard, the incense still curling lazily through the candlelit room. Hands stroked soothingly over heated skin - Mammon’s possessive on your ass, Solomon’s gentler along your spine. The jealousy hadn’t vanished; it simmered, promising the night was far from over.
“Round two?” Solomon murmured, already smiling that dangerous little smile.
Mammon nipped your neck, “Only if I get her ass this time.”
You laughed breathlessly, utterly spent and already aching for more.
helloww x3 hope you're doing well :D your writing is so fun been having a blast reading your new posts hehe if you could, how do you think the datables would react to an mc who is extremely curious ?
like, after getting over the bitterness of What The Fuck This Is Technically Kidnapping ? Did They Just Kidnap Me?? they sorta... accept their faith and after a while, start to approach the devildom with almost childish wonder; asking questions, wanting to encage with everything. oh that little flaming salamander or wtvr it was called? curious little critter, let me touch it. oh Barbatos said this plant makes humans sleep forever? awesome sauce ! let me take a bite out of that
how do you think the dateables would deal with an mc like that ?
a/n: ended up being kinda short sorry :( i hope u like it anyways :3
cw: nothing, just fluff
dateables with a curious mc
diavolo
- oh, joy! he was worried you would clinge to your fear, so when you shrug your shoulders and take the Devildom in stride, he's ecstatic
- loves answering any and all questions you have. he'll spend literal hours telling you Devildom history if you want, complete with the original artifacts
- lets you explore the world in a similar way to how one does a toddler. if it won't hurt you (that bad), he lets you touch/mess with it. this has earned you both more than a couple scoldings from barbatos
- he worries when he's not with you - especially if you're with Mammon or Solomon - so he enforces a rule that you have to text him a picture of whatever creature or food you want to investigate before you do so. you once came home telling him stories of the very cute, very dangerous lizard you saw on the way home and he had to sit down
- dates with him often consist of him taking you to the most interesting spots in the Devildom, and letting you run wild. he watches with hearts in his eyes as you try to pet a small carnivorous flower
- your curiosity is incredibly endearing to him. in a world full of politics and stress, he enjoys when his biggest problem is trying to keep you from ingesting poison fruit. he's aware that it looks delicious, please trust that it isn't
barbatos
- you stress him out beyond belief, but he loves you anyways. he has had to rewrite history before because you can't stop touching cursed objects
- he makes little blind boxes of random (safe) Devildom things for you to rifle through when you visit him. flowers, gems, feathers - anything he can find that won't cost you a finger
- shows you the proper way to investigate something new without risking a limb or your life. you immediately proceed to ignore him in pursuit of a concerningly large demon dog and he can already feel a headache coming on
- takes you on guided tours of the castle, explicitly telling you what is and isn't going to burn you to the touch. when your hands inevitably start wandering he uses his tail to flick you away
- has a shelf in his room dedicated to the things you've brought him before. he remembers the story behind each and every one, even if you don't
- after centuries of routine, your unabashed curiosity is a sweet relief to him. he wishes he could all spend his days keeping you from getting your fingers bitten off
simeon
- you've got him in dad mode 24/7. he spends his days juggling questions from you and Luke (who gets close to cardiac arrest every time you risk your eternal soul)
- turns your adventures into little stories, usually ending with you finding a treasure that won't skin you alive if you move it
- he teaches you how to read ancient text so hopefully the next time you come across a room that says DO NOT ENTER you... won't enter
- enlists Luke to help him make enchanted desserts that hold little surprises in them for you. has you cut open a cake to find a little box with various Devildom gemstones inside
- has cried before when patching you up after a particularly nasty encouter with an animal. you vowed to be a little safer after that, agreeing to call him first, touch second
- you keep him optimistic and bring a new liveliness to him. he'd happily spend eternity attempting to baby-proof the world for you
solomon
- yall wreak havoc together, your full time job is stressing out barbatos
- you go on trips with him to the Devildom forest to collect specimens for his potions, and he spends more time making sure you don't touch anything dangerous than actually getting supplies
- he'll use magic to protect you - creates spells to make you fireproof, fall-proof, etc. he's aware he can't make the world kinder, but he can make you practically invincible
- it's rare he doesn't know about whatever creature or food you're messing with, but when he is as lost as you it results in a science lab. you two once spent an afternoon figuring out what kinds of bugs the local toads like (the answer is none. the toad was too pissed at you to eat anything)
- he absolutely uses you as a guinea pig for his cooking. c'mon mc, you'll eat random fruit from trees but not his soufflé?! (the soufflé is breathing)
- fully supports your curiosity. he's a man of science, and nothing makes him happier than getting to see the look on your face when you make a new discovery
Could you do hcs with the brothers and a gn!mc who wears lolita (specifically gothic lolita) fashion and occasionally goes to them for help with hard to reach zippers, buttons, lace-ups, etc ? :3 I feel like I can never get ready without the help of someone else whenever I wear my lolita coords 💔
I hope you’re having a great day/night !
- 🦇
a/n: SHUT UP I LOVE THIS SO MUCH thank u for the request :3!! special thanks to my irl for being my gothic lolita fashion consultant, giving me ideas for each brother, AND writing leviathan's (their fav). i'm not sure this is exactly what you asked for, but i hope you enjoy anyways :,)
cw: fluff, suggestive, implied smut, feminine clothing is worn - but no descriptions of reader's gender, implications of public sex in mammon's, established relationship for all of them but asmo + beel, belphie's a little sadistic
brothers with a gothic lolita!mc
lucifer
You were about to lose your mind. The past 25 minutes had been spent desperately trying to put your shoes on, with seemingly no chance of success. You had decided to get ready for your date with Lucifer long ago, knowing how long the process would take, and now the pair of platformed Mary Janes in front of you were going to be your downfall. Every time you bent down, your skirt fell over your feet, blocking your access. The rare times you were able to hold it up, it was the corset around your torso restricting you just enough to prevent you from getting the shoes buckled.
Accepting that the shoes had won, you found your phone to text Lucifer. He had been in his study all day, finishing up the work he had to ensure he could give you his whole evening. You assumed by now he was done, or close to it, considering you had about 15 minutes until your agreed time to leave. Your message was short and simple;
cant get my shoes on can you help :(
He read it almost immediately.
Yes. Come to my office.
Step one complete. You managed to get your shoes in your hands via toe-flick, and shuffled your way to his office, skirt in one hand. You knocked gently, waiting for his ‘come in’ through the door.
You were right, seeing as Lucifer only had a few papers left on his desk when you walked in. He didn’t look up immediately, waiting until you stood next to him to reach an arm up to grab your shoes while signing a document with the other. Finally reaching your eyes, he moved his quill and ink and tapped the top of his desk, “Sit.”
You try your best, but yet again the skirt thwarts your attempts. Lucifer was still looking up at you from his chair, so you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes, “Lend a human a hand?”
He smirked, sighing softly before setting the shoes down to pick you up and set you gently on his desk. Your skirt bunched around you, blocking your view of your own feet, and Lucifer’s lower half. He grabbed one of your shoes before holding your foot gingerly in the other hand to slide it in. Once the shoe was buckled, his fingers moved further up your leg until they found the edge of your sock where it had fallen past your knee.
“We need to get you some garters,” he mumbled, as he gently tugged the fabric over your knee and up your thigh. A sweet gesture, he meant it to be. Unfortunately, it had the unintended effect of causing blood to rush to your face, and... other places.
Your leg twitched nervously as you tried to stay calm and Lucifer - ever observant - flicked his eyes to yours, amusement sparkling in them. He didn’t say anything else as he grabbed your other shoe and slid it onto the opposing foot in the same tender way. He kept his eyes on yours as he once again ghosted his fingers over your leg, working his way to the top of your other, fallen sock.
As he slowly pulled the sock up your thigh, he leaned in, - just a hair - until his breath was heating up your legs. They instinctively parted, and he smiled, still holding your gaze, “Careful, lamb. We have a reservation.”
“Don’t you want dessert first?” You emphasized your point by pulling your skirt back to reveal more of your perfect thighs. His eyes shot down, just for a second. Bingo. You won.
“Fine. But, if we’re late it’s entirely your fault.”
You were so late.
mammon
The pretty lights of Majolish hummed softly overhead as you wandered through the aisles with Mammon at your side. The two of you had been shopping for hours, scouring rack after rack for new pieces to refresh your wardrobes. Mammon had an important modeling gig coming up soon, and he was determined to drag you along.
Your feet ached, and your energy was fading fast. Both your and Mammon’s batteries were running low after the long day of browsing, yet you refused to leave empty-handed. You were on a mission for the perfect pair of laced pants to wear beneath the cage skirt Mammon had bought for you earlier that week.
Just when exhaustion threatened to win, the hunt ended at the very back of the store. There, displayed prominently on the wall, hung the exact pair you had been dreaming of - with only one pair remaining. Your heart raced as you hurried closer, scanning for the size tag.
“Mammon!” You grabbed his hand and pointed in one fluid motion, unable to contain your excitement, “I need that pair. Y’think Asmo can alter them if they don’t fit?”
“‘Course he could,” Mammon replied with his signature confident grin, already reaching up to snag the pants off the display, “That guy can work miracles with a needle and thread. But don’t you wanna try ‘em on first?”
His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he laced his fingers more firmly with yours and began dragging you toward the dressing rooms, “With those laces and all, you probably need my help, huh? I’m real good with my hands, y’know.”
You laughed and pointed at the 1 demon per changing room sign hanging right next to his head, “Not this time, big guy. Be patient.”
Slipping into the fitting room, you stepped out of your current pants and into the laced ones. To your relief, they fit surprisingly well - snug in all the right places without being restrictive. The laces crisscrossed up the sides, with the calves flaring out beautifully. Satisfied, you smoothed the fabric down and stepped out, eager for his opinion.
Mammon was slouched in the waiting area, scrolling on his phone, but the moment he looked up, his eyes lit up like he hit the jackpot.
He rose to his feet in one smooth motion, closing the distance between you, “You look great,” he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, appreciative tone that always sent warmth rushing through you. His hands settled naturally on your waist, right where the pants ended and your skin began.
He hooked his thumbs just inside the waistband, gently tracing the curve of your hips possessively. The touch was electric, sending little sparks dancing across your skin. Leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear, he added with a wicked smirk, “I just wanna know how easy they are to take off.”
You slapped his chest lightly, “Didn’t I say be patient? You can wait until we’re home.”
He very much could not.
leviathan
Leviathan’s birthday was coming up, and while thinking of a way to surprise him you had what you would call the idea of the century. With the help of Asmo and Barbatos you were able to make a replica one-to-one copy of a character Levi really liked, one who just so happened to dress just like you. Every detail, every seam line, you made sure it was all exact - after all, it had to be perfect. You got the costume finished just a few days before your planned outing with your boyfriend.
You worked to match your makeup to the character and even styled your hair them - you were going for the full effect. You and Levi had plans to go to lunch together and potentially visit a pop-up shop happening in the area, and you wanted to look your best for him.
While Levi waited for you downstairs, you were in Asmo’s room getting the finishing touches of your outfit put on, as well as final approval that you were all ready to go. As you descended the stairs, you could see Levi standing near the door, engrossed in his game.
“Levi~” You let your voice carry to him when you were halfway down, breaking him from his trance. You heard the tell-tale sound of a game-over screen as he stared up at you, jaw slack. The only movement was the blood rushing to his face.
You reached the bottom of the stairs and gave him a spin, “Do you like?” You already knew the answer. He managed to stutter out a, 'yeah' before grabbing your hand and tugging you out the door.
He spent the entire outing a stuttering, blushing mess. Not too different from how he normally was, just cranked to the max. Every time he looked at you, you thought his head would explode. He barely paid attention to the food you ate, and was only a little excited when he found a rare figure at the pop-up shop. You felt a little bad for distracting him that much, but the fun had only just started.
When you got back to the HoL, you parted ways with a quick kiss as you told him you needed to go change. He nodded with what you felt was relief as you scurried upstairs to not your room, but Asmo’s. With his help, you put a homemade Ruri-chan birthday card for Leviathan in the back of your top, in between the back panel.
You made your way to Levi’s room, knocking before reciting the password. Upon opening the door and seeing you still hadn’t changed, his eyes darted to the ground.
“Levi~, I can’t reach the back of my top to take it off, can you pretty please help me untie it?” You knew you didn’t have to beg, that he’d help you in a heartbeat, but you felt like treating him.
“You- Y-Yeah- I can help…” His voice trailed off as you chirped out a ‘thanks!’ and walked into his room. You heard the sound of the door closing behind you before shaky fingers grabbed the laces tying your top together. As the ties got looser, you felt the card shift until it inevitably fell to the ground.
“Shit! Sorry, I broke it, I’ll buy you a new top or fix it or-” Levi cut himself off as he picked up the card and read the writing.
You waited for a response, but nothing came. Just as you began to turn around, he grabbed your sides, forcing you to face away from him. Before you could ask for a response, you felt his heated face tuck into the crook of your shoulder as he whispered a ‘thank you’.
You cooed, reaching back to pet his hair, “Aww, is everything okay?”
His response was a strained, “You don’t know what you do to me.”
He rushed to set the card on display in his room before turning back to you with a rare, almost confident look.
He backed you into the wall to tower over you as he spoke,
“I’ve been holding back all day.”
satan
The sound of your excited squeals filled the room as you put together the finishing touches on your new coord. You'd been collecting pieces for months to complete your dream outfit, and it was finally done. Now, all that was left was to photograph your accomplishment.
You tried setting up your film camera yourself, but the angle you shot was never quite right. First - too low, and then it wouldn’t focus. You were about to give up when a gentle knock sounded through your door,
“MC? May I come in?” Satan’s voice drifted through the wood.
You shouted a 'yes' and moved your phone out of the way before the door swung into the precarious stand of pillows and chairs.
“I heard you from down the hall, is everything oka-” The demon cut himself off upon seeing your new outfit, “Oh, wow! Is this the final product?” His fangs poked through as he grinned at you, closing the door behind him.
“Yeah!” You spun around for him, showing off the muted greens you chose, “I wanted to match you.”
“You look incredible,” his eyes left your figure to scan the ‘tripod’ you had set up, before going back to you, “Need a hand?”
You let him grab your camera and start posing you. You took standing photos, sitting photos, ones in motion of you spinning. Anything the two of you could think of, including several together - ranging from an arm around each other to a kiss.
You split the photos evenly, letting Satan pick his favorites while you found the ones that showed off your outfit best.
~~
A few days later, you woke up early with one goal in mind - wake your boyfriend up. He had the habit of greeting you first in the morning, waking you for RAD so you didn’t end up late. Today, however, you wanted to get to him first. You threw on some comfy, presentable clothes and tiptoed your way to his room.
You knew he enchanted the door to be locked to everyone but you and him, so you carefully turned the knob to avoid any noise. The sight that greeted you wasn’t shocking, just a little disappointing - Satan, sitting up in bed with a reading light over a thick tome propped up in his lap. You couldn’t see the words, but whatever he was reading had him smiling at the pages.
You expected him to notice you like he usually did, but this time his eyes stayed glued to the pages. You crept inside, closing the door just as quietly behind you. Still nothing. Does he see you, and is choosing not to react? That wasn’t something he ever did, so you decided to get low to the ground and sneak your way to his bedside.
You shot up from behind his book, doing your best growl to scare him. The reaction you got wasn’t as dramatic as you were hoping for (no funny scream), but he did jolt - enough to knock something out of his book.
“Wait-” “Oh?” You bent down to grab the piece of paper before Satan could grab it, flipping it over to see one of the pictures you’d taken a few days prior. You were mid-spin, looking at the camera over your shoulder with a sultry expression. Before you could examine the other photos in his lap, he gathered them all up, “Good morning to you, too.”
“I thought you were reading,” you pushed the book aside to crawl into his lap, “Do you always pre-game waking me up by looking at pictures of me?”
He wrapped his arms around you, “No, my caffeine of choice this morning just happened to be your smile. You don’t usually grant me one well into the morning.”
He let his hands wander under your shirt as he smirked, “Can we take a few more photos before breakfast?”
asmodeus
The rain outside whipped against the unyielding walls of the HoL as you sat on Asmo’s bed, waiting for him to pick a hairpiece to complete your outfit. You had plans to go out until the weather turned bad, so you switched to a photoshoot night instead.
Your desperate crush on him wasn’t helped by the way he insisted on helping you get dressed, or his wandering hands while he did so.
He held the first one up to you, frowning slightly, “Hmm… stand up for me?”
You did as he asked, standing so he could really get the picture. He clipped the piece in before taking a step back, “I don’t know, look in the mirror while I find another.”
Once again, you did as he asked. The headpiece matched, almost perfectly - the color was slightly too off to fully complement the coord.
“Ah-ha! I think this one matches more!” Asmo skipped over to you, holding another headpiece. The style on this one wasn’t quite what you wanted, but you trusted his vision - and the colors matched exactly. He turned you around to place the piece, securing it before spinning you back to face the mirror, “What do you think?”
You were right to trust him, as the headpiece he chose tied the coord together beautifully, “Oh, wow. Asmo, you’re a genius.”
He giggled, stepping closer to you with bright eyes, “Picture time!”
~~
He proceeded to spend hours positioning you in various ways to get the perfect set of photos, complimenting you every step of the way. He had several props in his room he would use for his own photos, posing you with roses and a handheld mirror, among other things. He paused, studying you for a moment before a metaphorical light bulb appeared, “How do you feel about lying on my bed?”
His expression was playful as he helped you lie on your back, hair spread around you. He arranged your outfit dutifully, before grabbing some rose petals to spread around you.
“Perfect,” his voice was soft, lined with something more intimate as he took several shots.
He paused yet again to peek at you from behind the camera, “I have one more idea. Do you trust me?” He leaned over you, close enough to feel his breath ghost your face.
“Of course,” your reply was instant, before you even knew you were speaking. He smiled brightly, setting the camera next to your head to climb onto the bed himself.
He straddled your waist, grabbed the camera, and took a few overhead shots, “Not quite… look at me like you want me, darling.”
You did want him so, - pushing through embarrassment - you gave the camera, and Asmo, your best sultry expression. He gasped softly as the flash went off, “Perfect.”
You expected him to get off you then, to teasingly ask if he could undress you and whine when you say no, but instead - as the rain continued outside - he put the camera away to focus fully on you. He gently took the headpiece back out, setting it aside as well before gently grabbing your hands to place them above your head, “You still trust me, yes?” His nose was just barely touching yours.
“Of course,” your reply came instantly yet again, soft and wanting.
“Good!” he chirped, before letting his voice drop, “Because now the real fun begins.”
beelzebub
You huffed in frustration as your arms fell to your side yet again. The high collar of your top needed to be buttoned together, but the fabric refused to let your arms stretch up in order to do it yourself.
“MC?” Beel’s voice sounded through your ajar door, muffled by what you assumed was all the contents of the fridge, “You okay?”
“Yeah!” You called back, before spinning to face the door, “Actually, can you help me real quick?”
A risky ask, considering how flustered the demon made you, but you needed the assistance.
You watched through the full-length mirror as his fingers wrapped around the door to open it, his large frame immediately filling the space. It became clear to you he had just come back from a run, tank top stuck to his abs and gym shorts hanging low on his waist, revealing his V-line. Your heart picked up as you flicked your eyes back to your own face.
His eyes widened as he took in your outfit, “You look… great.” You knew the compliment was the equivalent of an Asmo freak-out.
“Thanks! Help button me up?” You gestured to the back of your collar, turning more to give him access. He set down the snack in his hand, avoiding eye contact as he approached, towering over you.
He got the first button in quickly, fingers brushing against the back of your neck as he did so. You shivered slightly, hoping he wouldn’t notice how fast your heart was racing. The second button gave him trouble, slipping through his fingers.
“Sorry, my hands are big. Let me try again,” his voice was soft as he leaned in closer, breath now fanning across your neck and shoulders.
You straightened slightly, smiling at him through the mirror despite your increasingly reddening face, “It’s okay, take your time.”
You could feel his fingers shaking, breath coming in short bursts. There was heat radiating off of him from his run, and the smell of his sweat and cologne filled your nose.
“These buttons are so tiny,” he muttered, voice rough - almost strained. You could see the tips of his ears turning red in the mirror. His eyes flicked to yours, just for a second, “Hard to focus when you look like this.”
Your pulse jumped, voice breathless, “Like what?”
“Like you’re asking me to take this off instead of button it up,” The words slipped out of him like he meant to stay quiet, voice rough as he slipped the second button in. Instead of pulling his hands back, he leaned in further, touching his cheek to the side of your head, hands around your arms.
“You’re shaking,” his voice had a low growl to it now, “Am I making you nervous?” He let his hands run down your arms, landing on your waist, almost hovering over your frame.
“A little,” your response came out in a whisper.
He huffed softly against your hair before kissing the top of your head softly, a stark contrast to his next words,
“Don’t be. I’ll only hurt you if you want me to.”
belphegor
The dim light of the attic barely bled into the hall as you made your way to the door. You could see Belphie curled up on the mattress through the bars, tail flicking softly. You opened the door as quietly as you could, tiptoeing across the room to crouch over his sleeping form.
You reached out to move the hair from his face, voice barely above a whisper, “Belphie?”
One violet eye cracked open, blearily looking up at you.
“Can you tie my corset?” You kept your voice low.
He groaned dramatically, pressing his face into the pillow as a sly smirk grew on his face, “Again? Just can’t get enough of me, huh?” He sat up slowly, blanket still wrapped around his shoulders.
It wasn’t the first time - you’d been together long enough that these little moments had become part of your routine. Belphie padded over, circling behind you with a lazy gait.
“Third time this week,” he teased, pressing close behind you. His fingers brushed your bare back as he gathered the laces, “You just love making me put my hands all over you, don’t you?”
He started tightening the corset normally, pulling the fabric snug around your waist. The closeness was comfortable, intimate - his chest lightly against your back, breath warm on your shoulder.
“Tighter,” you whispered after a moment.
Belphie chuckled lowly, “Greedy today, huh?” He obliged, giving a firm tug that cinched the corset noticeably, “You know I love dressing you up like this. Makes you look incredible… and reminds you exactly who you belong to.”
You exhaled shakily. “A little more.”
You practically heard his smirk widen. He leaned in until his lips brushed your ear, “Tighter?” he echoed, voice dropping into that teasing, velvety tone. He yanked the laces harder, pulling them taut with deliberate care. The pressure built, molding the fabric perfectly to your body. Your breath hitched - Belphie didn’t stop.
He kept tightening, each pull slow and controlled, his fingers brushing sensitive skin between tugs, “That’s it… nice and tight for me,” he murmured right against your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “Feel that? Every breath, every little movement - you’ll remember my hands were here. Remember who laced you up so perfectly you can’t even think straight.”
He gave another sharp pull, then another, the corset constricting deliciously, “You’re mine to squeeze and hold however I want. I could leave you like this all night… so restricted you have no choice but to stay in my arms. No escaping to any of my brothers. Just you, me, and this pretty little outfit.”
You let out a soft sound, knees weakening slightly. Belphie’s chuckle ghosted over your skin again as he worked lower, cinching the fabric even more, “Tighter still? You’re going to make me think you like being helpless for me.”
He nipped gently at their earlobe, “Maybe that’s exactly what you want. My sweet human, coming to me every time because only I know how to make it feel this good.”
With one final, decisive yank, he tied off the laces in a neat, secure bow. The corset was tight now - restrictive, supportive, and undeniably intimate. Belphie didn’t step away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing a lazy kiss to the side of your neck.
“There,” he purred, satisfied, “Perfect. Try walking in that and tell me you don’t feel me with every step,” His tail curled possessively around your leg, “Next time, just come straight to bed and wake me up properly. We both know you don’t actually try doing it yourself first.”
You turned your head away from him, smiling despite the flush on your cheeks. Belphie’s eyes sparkled with that familiar mix of mischief and deep affection.
“Happy now, human?” he asked, already tugging you gently toward the bed by the laces like a leash, “Or should I double-check the fit with my teeth this time?”
hewoww x3 ! so glad i found ur account been having a field day reading ur posts muahahaha. ur writing is vv lovely and u write the characters so well! ahhh
so uh for today's meal do u think u can cook up some hcs of the brothers + dateables (PLEASE i need my salmon man, barbie toes and dia crumbs 🥀🥀) with an MC who's hands get easily / are constantly cold?
and when i say cold i mean like. 'DAMN dawg who the hell took this corpse out the morgue 😹💀' typa cold. (projecting from the time my friend touched my hands and said it felt like touching a defrosting chicken 💔🥀)
like, they can cover up their hands if they want but it doesn't matter because minutes later they're still cold. oh yeah and when they sweat, it's COLD sweat LMAO (let's not focus on the serious medical implications here)
okii that's it have a lovely next 24 hrs ! <33
a/n: i went with just the datebables, sorry </3 it ended up getting super repetitive with all of them :,)
cw: nothing, just fluff
dateables with a mc who has cold hands
diavolo
- Concerned™️
- he has minimal knowledge on humans, but he knows Solomon's hands were never that cold. he's hardly met a demon whose skin was that icy
- wants to make sure nothing in the Devildom is causing this, so once he rules everything out he focuses on what he can do to help you out
- gets Barbatos to make you custom fur gloves, lined with the best and warmest Devildom fabrics. all they do is make you sweat but it's the thought that counts
- loves using it as an excuse to hold your hands. his are so big, and he's naturally a giant heater, so it just makes sense!
- doesn't mind the sweat at all, he's more concerned with making sure you're comfy. if you'd rather be chilly and dry he can work with that (he'll still be worried about you though)
- on the coldest nights in the Devildom, he'll wrap you both in blankets by the fire, telling you stories of his past until you inevitably fall asleep <3
barbatos
- can feel how cold your hands are the first time he meets you, even through his gloves
- worried but not too much, he's confident you're aware of what's normal for you, so he only gets concerned if you point it out yourself
- has a solution in every possible form. he has expensive creams to prevent sweating, gloves he made himself that can perfectly match what temperature you need, and special warming stones that can fit in your palm
- makes you special tea blends that can improve your circulation. the required herbs make it taste awfully bitter at first, and he damn near cries when your face scrunches up. immediately adds an ungodly amount of honey for you
- enjoys the rare moments where he gets to lie in bed and warm you up himself, with his own hands, free of their gloves. you cringe when you start sweating, but he just pulls out a handkerchief and kisses your fingers
- when your hands are cold, it means he has an excuse to care for you, which he loves. if they're sweating, that's yet another problem he can solve for you (another win). and when they're finally warm, it's proof of his success, and there's no sweeter prize than the smile on your face
simeon
- he's so concerned for you. you reassure him that you're fine and it doesn't matter, he's still vehemently insisting you let him warm you up
- the Devildom is naturally chilly, so if he ever sees you without a jacket or gloves at least in your pockets, he's pulling out the spare he always brings
- wants to take you to the Celestial Realm to see if the warmer weather helps at all. he also just wants to see you in his home <3
- loves holding your hand, regardless of if they're sweaty or not. it's an easy way to show how much he loves you, and he can warm you up!
- if anyone says anything rude you see the rare angry side of him. it's a quiet but serious anger that melts the second he turns back to you, asking if the demon's words affected you
- asks solomon to enchant a pair of gloves to absorb any sweat so you can comfortably wear them as long as you want
solomon
- he could use magic to keep your hands warm directly, but it's much more fun to make his hands warm. now you have to hold them, quick mc!
- he isn't too concerned medically if you aren't. you know your body best, and if that's your normal he won't question it (within reason)
- knows spells to keep you from sweating, so if you want to bundle up in a giant pile of blankets, go ahead! he can keep your hands from leaking😌
- lowkey studies you like a project. he runs tests (safe ones) to see what exactly makes you so chilly. he never quite figures it out, and it drives him insane
- definitely uses it as an excuse to get handsy in front of the brothers. grabs your fingers, dramatically gasping about how cold they are (like everyone doesn't already know), and ghosts his lips over them as he tries to warm them up
- eventually creates a potion that could fix your issue, but leaves the choice of drinking it up to you. he loves you, freezing cold and sweaty and everything else involved, so he doesn't care either way
Can I ask for belphie? If you're okay with just general headcannons of relationships
a/n: thank u so much anon here is 1 order of belphie relationship hcs!
cw: fluff, belphie being a brat as per usual, lesson 16 spoilers
general belphie relationship hcs!
- if he could glue himself to your side, he would
- naturally, his favorite pastime is napping with you, and he's going to do it whether it's convenient or not. sorry mc, he doesn't care that you're at the lunch table at RAD, he's sleepy and you're comfy! nap time👍
- flops himself on top of you to nap all the time in general tbh
- he likes spending quality time with you the most; it doesn't matter what you're doing as long as he can nod off in a chair next to you
- if/when you ask him to do something that involves movement, he grumbles through the whole thing but does the task anyways. you asked him to get you a snack? you're so lazy and he's so annoyed and don't get up he'll be right back😒
- uses you as an excuse to get out of chores. sorry Lucifer, don't you see MC sleeping on top of me??? you just want me to wake them up??????
- expects you to steal his clothes the same way he steals yours. what's mine is yours or whatever, just give him that jacket please it smells like you! he'll give you one of his precious pillows in return!!
- gets a little snippy when you spend too much time with any of his brothers but Beel. he still feels bad about the whole... murder thing and he worries about you caring more for them. reassure him with cuddles and head rubs
- he hates being apart from you for more than a few hours. he gets antsy, and usually forces himself asleep to pass the time until you get back from RAD, or your outing with Asmo
- most dates take place in the planetarium, the two of you taking turns playing your favorite human world or Devildom movies, or just talking into the late hours of the night
- likes to pretend to be asleep so you baby him, though it usually ends up with him actually asleep, which means he didn't get to fully enjoy your affection so.... round 2!
- he notices when you're feeling bad before you even start to feel it. he'll pull you into his giant nest of blankets to hold you close to fend off the bad thoughts before they even get to you
- likes to lie on his stomach, have you draw pictures and words on his back, and every time he guesses correctly he gets a kiss
- will wrap his tail around you when he's in demon form, wanting you to play with the end. its a little scratchy, not as soft as it looks, but certainly not unpleasant
- will let you do his makeup, but he gets to do yours in return. we all know how lazy he is, you're going to end up with mascara down your cheek when he falls asleep halfway through shittily applying it <3
How do you think the brothers would act around an Mc that considers them like family? Like the MC is an orphan and now they are like “I don’t care if it’s seen as a bad thing in Devildom, y’all my family now” and they are like “yep, this is our human sibling now, no papers needed”
I’m sometimes stumped on how to write Asmo in that way given how the pact with him is made and his general behavior. No hate to him or anything, I just don’t know how to write characters like him acting platonically.
Or even Belphie, like I would give the MC a lot of time to get a proper dynamic with him but still, I feel like he at the start would be very “nuh huh, get this human OUT” even after lesson 16, I feel like he would be in denial for some time, idk.
Not to mention Lucifer, I think he would get more overprotective after lesson 16?
Any ideas?
i'm operating under the assumption MC is a teenager, or at least on the younger side; i think they would all (minus satan) project a little bit of Lilith onto MC, especially the twins. belphie would definitely be anti-MC until beel talks him into giving them a chance. i think he'd come around eventually, but the Lilith comparisons would probably continue until MC asks him to stop several times. once that's settled though, him and beel would be the most protective imo.
when i think of asmo as a platonic figure, it's usually him in sort of a big sister role. he insists that MC talk to him about their crushes - he'll do their nails, makeup, hair, etc while they chat. he very much gives me single rich wine aunt vibes, especially if the MC is a teenager - he's being the worst influence ever while somehow managing to keep them safe. he probably wouldn't tone down the compliments or affection, instead just strictly excluding anything sexual.
satan would be the most normal brother to have. doesn't have any qualms about taking MC under his wing so to speak, especially if they're in a rebellious phase against Lucifer. best brother to go to when you need a study buddy or a chill hang out.
Lucifer would definitely get overprotective after the events of lesson 16, probably refusing to let Belphie near you until he feels he can trust him (it would've taken centuries for him to come around if MC didn't forgive Belphie pretty much immediately). once that's in the past though, i think he'd naturally be a good father figure.
Mammon is already a good older brother, so he would probably just treat you the same he did his brothers, albiet a bit kinder. MC definitely isn't exempt from getting roped into his schemes, but their safety is his no. 1 priority.
Leviathan would act similarly to the way he does with the game's regular MC, minus the romance obviously. they would get invited to gaming sessions; he would absolutely keep them up too late and get the both of them in trouble with Lucifer.
a/n: happy birthday to ME!! have some purely self-indulgent headcanons about eating ass <3
cw: smut, implied fem!reader, sub!character, rimming (m! recieving), minor exhibitionism in mammon's, one mention of feminization + mommy kink in leviathan's, food play in beel's (duh), minor petplay in satan's (duh x2), mentions of toys throughout
cake by the ocean
lucifer
- you're gonna have to beg him to let you
- probably also gonna have to do something in return. make dinner for the next month, give him a back massage, successfully stop mammon from scheming for once - just something
- he's very stiff, you'll have to work to get him relaxed and fully into it. a lot of foreplay is needed to turn him into putty first
- kiss his face and tell him how pretty he is while you work his boxers off. you talk with a soft lilt, enough to ease him into submission
- any position is gonna hurt his ego, but at least he has some semblance of control while on his back. good luck getting him to make eye contact
- he's way more sensitive than either of you expected
- moans the second you get your tongue on him. it's a loud, guttural sound that catches you both off guard
- likes it when you finger him as well. cums hard the first time you do; he's embarrassed that he came hands-free, but he can't focus on that feeling when you're still working him open like nothing ever happened
- the deeper your tongue goes the harder he shakes. it's one of the rare moments you'll hear his voice crack, too.
- doesn't let you jerk him off while you eat him out, though. he's certain he won't last long if you do
- you'll never get him to outright ask for it, but you do notice him pushing your head a little lower when you blow him from then on
mammon
- you wanna do WHAT??
- will say no at first, the mere idea itself is too embarrassing for him
- eventually gives in though, cus these headcanons would be super short if he didn't
- he puts up a fight but really he'd let you do anything you wanted just to have you near him
- he's incredibly embarrassed at first. he's not used to being so vulnerable, but once you ease him into it it's game over
- loud as fuck. whimpers and moans through the entire thing, and if you stop to breathe he's whining for more
- cums embarrassingly fast the first few times. he recovers quick though, so it didn't take long before he was asking for round two
- damn near cries when you kiss his hole
- calls you a pervert while he's crying with pleasure
- likes to fuck himself on your tongue; his favorite position is doggy just for this reason
- he wants to ride your face but is too scared to ask. pls just make him.
- his dick practically quivers if you're loud and messy while you work; he loves it
- likes when you eat him out in taboo places; an empty classroom at RAD, in his car in a public lot, and a random HoL closet are just a few of the places where he's convinced you to take his pants off
leviathan
- squeaks and hides behind his game when you ask. you wanna do that.. with him??
- insists that the lights are off the first time you do it. he's insecure and you're just so hot and he's not sure he'll be able to even look at you
- you'll have to slowly work your way up to it, starting with just making out. you're worried about scaring him off, and while you know he'll enjoy this, he doesn't yet
- the first touch of your tongue has him crying out and jerking forward, though his tail instinctively wrapped around you to keep contact. he's immediately overwhelmed and it's adorable
- he tries to hold back his sounds at first, until you lightly spank and scold him. after that, your new fear is Lucifer barging in with a noise complaint
- favorite position is any one where he doesn't have to see you. his heart can't handle how you manage to look so beautiful while doing something so obscene
- if you add fingers or jerk him off, he's writhing and whining - his tail wraps itself around you harder while he begs for you to slow down (he doesn't mean it)
- cries when he cums in this way; he probably cries when he comes at your hands period, but it's especially intense when you've got your tongue in his hole and a hand around his cock
- wants you to eat him out while he's in a skirt. or maybe a full-blown cosplay. call him your pretty girl and eat his pussy please
- yeah he called you mommy once while you were down there. started stuttering over himself about how he didn't mean it until you shut him up with a kiss to the underside of his dick <3
satan
- if you frame it like a little experiment, he's on board. he's not opposed to submitting to you, more the vulnerability that such an act comes with
- confident that he won't crack pun intended. he has an infuriatingly attractive smirk on his face while you work your way down his body
- despite his best efforts, the second you spread him open and look, his heart and eyelids are fluttering
- likes it when you build it slow; bite or kiss his ass and thighs until he's growling for you to hurry it up
- usually ends up destroying whatever he's holding onto if he's in doggy. pillows and sheets are often shredded when you flick your tongue inside him
- talks a lot. where the other brothers lose their composure, he holds onto it just enough to praise you throughout. you're never uncertain about what he likes
- likes to tease you in the following days; he'll bend over a desk in a corner of the RAD library, peeking over his shoulder at your heated face
- cums hard when you rim him, especially if you work his cock while you lick at him. he shakes and growls; you usually have to tie down his tail to avoid getting scratched
- likes to ride your face when he's pissed off. it's a good stress reliever, and you look so pretty down there <3
- likes to wear a tail plug, and have you fuck him with it before you tongue him. call him your pretty little kitty from in between his cheeks
- gets really cuddly afterwards. literally baring himself to you like that can be a lot for him, depending on his mood, and he enjoys a good cuddle session to wind down
asmodeus
- he's been waiting for you to ask
- is that even a question, mc? his legs are in the air already!
- turns it into a whole event; he's got candles in your favorite scents, soft music in the background, rose petals covering his bed, and a perfectly placed mirror right next to it <3
- loves watching you eat him out in the mirror. seeing your face buried in his ass from that angle has his legs shaking
- obnoxiously loud. you specifically asked solomon for a sound-proofing spell when you started sleeping with Asmo, and it especially comes in handy when you're tonguing his hole
- wants it in every position; arches his back in doggy, pulls his legs to his chest when he's on his back. he's flexible and enthusiastic, ready for you to position him any way you want <3
- wants you to spit on his hole; make it messy and loud. he wants to be able to close his eyes and hear exactly what you're doing. he also loves when you're moaning too. it makes his dick twitch, hearing you get pleasure from this
- has a line-up of toys for you to use on him in tandem with your tongue. wants you to tie him up and overstimulate him until he's crying so beautifully
- once you bring it up for the first time, he's buying pretty thongs specifically for you to rip off to get to him <3 (he buys matching pairs for you, so he can return the favor)
- loves to 69 with you. blatantly begs you to stick your tongue in his ass when he gets his hips over your face
- wants you to edge him this way. bring him so close to the brink, and pull it away from him until he's squirming underneath you. once you finally let him fuck you (or, when you finally fuck him), he can't help but cum quickly. it's okay though, because his recovery time is about... 3 seconds!
beelzebub
- he'd rip his own arm off to make you happy, so yeah. he'd let you rim him.
- his main focus is you feeling good, so just explain that you'll also get enjoyment from this and he's good to go
- honestly don't think he'd be that sensitive - until you stick your tongue in his hole; then he's huffing and groaning around you
- his dick starts leaking the moment you get your hands on him. he refuses to touch it unless you give him permission, or jerk him off yourself
- the messier the better with him. he loves when you're loud and sloppy, and it's even better if you add whipped cream or something similar into the mix
- more of a groaner than anything else. if you use toys on him while you're eating him out, like a vibrator or cock ring, his voice gets a louder, higher pitch to it
- likes when you spread him open and really get in there. his size kink gets activated seeing you down there, engulfed in his huge thighs
- he has a ton of stamina. usually doesn't cum from rimming alone, he prefers when it's used as foreplay
- he's going to insist that you let him return the favor. he's eager to get his tongue inside you, and practically begs you to let him use the leftover chocolate sauce
- he wants to try sitting on your face but he's scared of crushing you. you insist you'll tap him if you need air, but really you'd happily die down there
- likes when you call him tasty or compare him to food; "you're as sweet as sugar, beel~"
belphegor
- absolutely laughs in your face when you ask. however, once he's done giggling he's all for it - who would he be if he agreed off the bat?
- lazy bastard doesn't help you at all. lies on his stomach with his hips just barely lifted into the air. really, he wants you to maneuver him the way you want
- won't make any noise on purpose just to piss you off. he wants you to be rough; spank him a little, maybe leave some bite marks on his ass while you're down there
- likes it best when you contrast what you're doing; keep a vibrator on his tip at max setting while you slowly, lightly lap at his hole
- his tail hits you often. taps you harder when you stick your tongue or fingers in him, versus little flicks when you kiss his skin
- if you make it slow and intimate, expect him to fall asleep. if he wakes up and you've stopped, he falls into a bratty mood; one you probably need to punish him out of, right?
- when he gets really into it, the facade drops and his hips start jerking against you. his snippy remarks turn into soft whimpers the more you work him open
- another one who likes to 69 with you; likes it even more when you have your tongue in his ass and a hand on his dick. penetrative sex is a lot of work, anyways
- wants you to use rimming as a reward for good behavior. he only took four naps today, thats down 25 percent! he deserves a kiss, right? no, not there, silly!
- also wants you to rim him as a stress reliever for him; when he has a nightmare or a spat with Lucifer, the easiest way to forget is your tongue on him
- usually doesn't care enough to get up or put his pants back on when you're done. he likes naked cuddles, anyways <3
Would headcanons of the brothers (or dateables, whichever's easier!) with a digital artist mc maybe be possible?
LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!! I love the way you write for them 🤭🤭🤭🤭
a/n: hope u enjoy :3 sorry this took 8 million years </3
cw: fluff, a little suggestive in asmo's part bc it's asmo
brothers with a digital artist!mc
lucifer
- he supports your art journey so long as it doesn't get in the way of your studies
- drawing while you hang out with him in his study? fantasic, show him your progress every so often. drawing at the dinner table? okay... not ideal but you aren't being any more distracting than mammon is, so he lets it slide. but if you value your tablet, do not bring it out during school hours at RAD. not even worth the risk.
- when you join him in his study, he prefers you drawing in his lap. this way, he can just peek over your shoulder when he needs a brain break
- any critiques he gives you are professional and helpful. he somehow always knows exactly what was a creative choice, and what should be tweaked
- commissions you for RAD posters and promotional designs. makes sure you get a fair cut of grimm for each project, too
- if you draw him, he tries to play it cool, but you can clearly see the way he draws his shoulders back a little more; he's got more pep in his step in the following days
- when you inevitably stay up too late drawing, he finds you during his nightly check-ups. he makes sure to save your work, charge your tablet, and tuck you into bed <3
mammon
- you better hope you take commissions already, cus if not - you are now! and your wonderful manager/boyfriend gets a cut, right?
- the first time you drew him he cried like a baby - you really see him like that? you like him enough to spend hours drawing his face?? mc his heart can't take it
- if/when you draw one of his brothers he tries not to get jealous, but fails. especially if you drew them in an affectionate way, he's suddenly pestering you to do his portrait again
- tries to sell prints of your art. he'll go with Levi to a convention just to set up a stand with you. yes, he does try to scam people the second you leave for the bathroom, but it's the thought that counts. he's proud of you!
- will be your anatomy reference whenever you want. he'll stand in the strangest positions for as long as he possibly can while you pace around him, trying to get his proportions to look accurate
- you draw a picture of the two of you together and he doesn't stop bragging about it for weeks. literally everyone he comes across has seen it
leviathan
- you draw him with ruri-chan once and he loses his mind. ur immediately the coolest person ever and can you make a dozen more while you're at it???
- absolutely commissions fanart from you. he drops all the other artists he'd go to in favor of you. yes, this means you have a giant workload practically 24/7, but he does pay you in bathtub cuddles and the occasional gifted win at devilkart, so it's not all bad
- if you draw anything TSL related he's printing and framing it without thinking twice. even if you hate the drawing, that's henry, mc!! he's going on the wall!!!!
- he's seen his fair share of art online, and shares creators that match your style so you can potentially collab. if you wanted to seriously run an account for your art, he's the best brother to enlist for help
- he's drawn his own fair share of fanart, and if you compliment his work he shuts down for a second. hand over his red face, he'll stutter out a thank you and say how yours is so much better!
- gets really moody when you draw one of the brothers in an attractive light. easiest way to fix it is sketch up him with henry - transgression forgiven
satan
- probably researches the history of digital art and different styles to better understand what you do
- loves when the two of you hang out in his room - him with a good book, and you drawing the cat that appeared on your walk earlier
- only minds when you draw Lucifer looking good (or normal), then he'll insist you draw him falling down the stairs or something to even it out
- he'll pose for you, but he'll do you one better by finding old anatomy charts. he sifts through the HoL and RAD libraries until he finds the old tomes he's looking for, filled with diagrams of creatures you previously thought were myth
- his advice about your art is always gentle and followed by praise, something he likes - like how you always manage to get the lighting angles just right
- loves talking to you about the meaning behind certain pieces, he'll sit and listen to you explain for hours
- wants you to do self-portraits, and peeks over your shoulder the whole time, telling you that you aren't making yourself pretty enough
asmodeus
- incorporates your art in his posts and tags you, explicitly telling his followers to show you some love
- one time you drew him poorly as a joke and he made you redo the drawing roughly 700 times before he was satisfied. you're very careful with how you draw him now
- insists that you draw him nude at least once. the drawing never gets finished though, because someone can't control himself
- buys you top of the line equipment in your favorite color. you can't create masterpieces with that old thing, he says
- if you draw the two of you together, he immediately makes it his lock screen, and leaves his phone face up on purpose so people will see it
- for every drawing you make of someone else, you have to make one of him. c'mon mc, at least a sketch!!
- the best brother to ask to model for you. he can put himself in quite literally any position you want, for damn near forever. naturally, he does expect your affection as a reward when he's done
beelzebub
- draw anything but food. he tried to eat your tablet once. it was traumatic for everyone involved.
- he's happy to chill next to you and snack while you draw for hours. he's good about keeping your posture from getting too shrimp-like, and making sure you get up to walk, eat, etc every so often
- another one who is happy to pose for you. position him however you want (as long as he is allowed to move one hand for snacking purposes)
- if you need a picture reference of something you can't find online, he'll try to capture it on one of his runs. maybe you need a certain flower in a certain light, or a candid of an animal that nobody has captured yet. he's a surprisingly good photographer
- likes when you draw family portraits the most. he's insisted on at least one occasion that you get all the brother's together
- you drew a candid picture of the 8 of you in your style for his birthday and he cried. he printed it out, had yoy sign it, and keeps it framed above his bed
- really good at keeping you from cramping up. he somehow knows exactly when you're about to push yourself over the edge, and gently stops you to give your hands and arms a quick massage
belphegor
- his head is often used as a stand for your tablet, considering it's firmly planted in your lap. occasionally wakes up to give you mumbled advice
- the only poses you'll get him to do are ones that involve zero work, mainly just lying down in various ways
- when you show him a drawing you did of him while he slept, he pretends not to care too much in the moment, focusing more on your skill. once you fall asleep though, he sends the image to himself
- likes when you draw you, him, and beel the most. he has a folder of just pictures of the three of you that you turned into your style
- swats away his brothers with his tail when you're in a flow state, even if he's dead asleep. if he is awake, sometimes he opts for just pulling a blanket over the two of you
- when he wakes up in the middle of the night, still hunched over drawing, he lies on top of your lap, tablet and all, until you agree to go to bed
- helps you sneak your tablet into RAD behind Lucifer's back so you can draw during class. he's drooling on the desk, you're sketching the puddle, Lucifer is on his way to scold you both. good times.
the brothers as yearners omg the dateables one reduced me to nothing😣😣
cw: one (1) yandere mention in leviathan's, lesson 16 spoilers in belphie's
dateables
the brothers as yearners
lucifer
- you only know he likes you when he wants you to know. he didn't spend a millennia learning to hide his feelings for nothing
- don't get me wrong, though - he still has a staring problem. he's just fast enough to turn away before you notice him burning holes into your head
- invites you to spend time with him in his study just so he can smell your body spray. it's not his fault your hair looks especially perfect in the light of his fireplace, either
- plays romantic songs for you during these hang outs. only downside is these records are thousands of years old and you have no idea what they're saying. the tune is nice, though!
- the master of lingering touches. he ghosts his fingers over your skin so lightly most of the time you aren't convinced he even touched you. it's still enough to drive you crazy - he wants you to want him just as much
- he plays footsie with you during meetings and then pretends it wasn't him. that's immature, mc, he would never. you better play though, he will pout if you ignore him
- takes you on dates that you don't realize are dates until down the line when you're already together. yes, he did take you to the nicest restaurant in the Devildom, and yes, he did pull out your chair for you, but he has to be nice! you're the exchange student!
- not really your fault either, i headcanon that he's so used to having a poker face he forgets he isn't emoting. how are you supposed to know he likes you when his face is perpetually 😐
- he doesn't get jealous, more... insulted that anyone thinks they have a chance with you when he is clearly the best option
mammon
- he's so obvious it's painful for everyone involved
- stares at you with the most obvious heart eyes ever, and if anyone points it out it's "NUH-UH! I was just lookin' cus... they have somethin' on their face!" okay sure bud
- we all know from day 1 he's tagging along with you wherever you go. uh, it's because his job is to protect you, obviously! it is not because you look stunning in that outfit, that's just a perk jeez mc🙄
- gets clowned on the most by far for the way he pines over you. even people at RAD who don't know you personally know how he feels about you. he's basically a walking "I LOVE MC" billboard
- worst part is he thinks he's slick, too.
- trips over his own feet trying to open doors for you. it happens so often you usually automatically catch him while he catches the door
- his jealousy issues are second only to leviathan. they react completely differently though - mammon is going to be obnoxious in his envy. he loudly proclaims that he is your first man, throwing his arm over your shoulder whenever a demon he deems unworthy (all of them) gets too close
- flirts with you as a joke, so if you aren't into it he can play it off. you're never not into it though, and he still plays it off because he's scared
- if you try flirting with him first, he gets such a big head about it. brags to his brothers that you called him pretty, and none of them! it never clicks for him though
leviathan
- diavolo help him
- he's just as obvious as mammon, if not worse. the second he sees you he's blushing and shaking like a leaf
- he buys games w/ character customization just so he can make the two of you together. triple checks his door is locked during these play sessions
- stutters so much when talking to you he gives up more often than not. he assumes you'll leave when he falls silent, and when you don't it only makes his feelings stronger
- he writes fanfic about you argue with the wall. he changes the names though, just in case you find his file of one shots
- talks to henry 2.0 about you more than he talks to you. tries out pick-up lines on the poor fish until he swims away
- king of jealousy, of course. he's irritated when his brothers talk to you, seething when it's a rando, and diavolo forbid you blow him off for someone he sees as a threat. flooding the entire Devildom is not worth it
- most likely to become a yandere. it would be so easy for you to fall for him if you just stopped hanging out with everyone!!
- probably confesses to you through a game he coded personally (stg there's a card about this). it's a two-player, and he barely speaks until the end, where the win screen says "Will you go out with me?" in bright letters. you obviously say yes
satan
- he's a romantic
- tries to focus on studying but his eyes focus and the page is covered in your name. oops!
- realizes his feelings for you when the way the main character described his wife, was the way he felt for you
- finds books with mc's that remind him of you, just so he can pretend you two are the protagonist and love interest
- invites you to book club with him. it's just the two of you talking about whatever books you want, and it's his most precious time of the week. sometimes he suggests you read a romance novel together, just to branch out, y'know? no other reason.
- only gets jealous if lucifer or an inferior demon are vying for your attention. usually his glare is enough to scare the demon off, or warn lucifer to an impending rampage
- invites you to walk through the HoL garden with him often, so he can see the way you light up when he shows you a particularly pretty flower
- there's were cats involved in his confession. i don't know how exactly, but they were there.
asmodeus
- he's a cutie patootie
- silent yearning is not something he's capable of, sorry
- you're gonna know he wants you, with or without him wrapped around your arm at dinner
- he's so loud and annoying when you aren't paying attention to him. you have the most beautiful creature ever right next to you, and you're talking to Mammon?!
- doesn't get jealous because he knows you think he's hot, but he does get snippy with anyone who takes up too much of your time - he's bitchy towards his brothers, downright cruel to anyone else
- he practically has bubble hearts popping around him when he looks at you. if he was a cartoon, he'd be floating towards you with heart eyes
- he's the most excited to see you, even if you were only gone for a few minutes. if you leave to use the bathroom in the middle of a pedicure, he's literally jumping for joy when you return
- insists that you match nail polish; if can't officially call you his yet, at least this might scare off potential suitors
- he's the worst when it comes to doodling you. he's got drawing after drawing on his RAD notes of your face and name. he's imagining your kids together while he does your hair in the morning
beelzebub
- he doesn't even realize he's yearning for the longest time
- he's just like wow... mc is so cool... it's normal i think about them so much.. bc of how cool they are...
- belphie has to be like hey we all love mc.. we are not all literally drooling over them shut ur mouth please
- thinks about you during fangol games and fumbles the play. he asks you - all dejected - if you could stop coming to his games because you're a distraction. you compromise by hiding in the blankets belphie brought
- he doesn't like eating unless you're around anymore. of course, he does, but it doesn't taste the same
- doesn't get jealous unless you blow him off for someone else. then he'll pull out his secret weapon (his puppy dog eyes) and convince you to stay home with him instead. that random demon from RAD doesn't even know your favorite dessert anyways
- his tummy growls when he thinks about you. you think he's just really, really hungry today; he's fighting for his life because you're in a very tight outfit
- like i said in my other hcs, he wouldn't see the point in keeping his feelings a secret, so the yearning really only lasts until he pieces it together. not that he doesn't crave you all the time, though
belphegor
- angstiest yearner by far
- he falls for you after killing you, and that brings up a lot of complicated emotions
- he pulls back at first, he doesn't want to scare you off and he isn't sure how badly you hate him for the whole... murder thing
- most of his dreams are about you, and the ones that aren't he doesn't bother to remember. more often than not, he tries to infiltrate your dreams to spend a little more time with you
- he won't stare at you, he has more self control than that. instead, he's gonna glare daggers into whoever you're talking to
- if he could, he'd spend all his time with you and beel in his room. unfortunately, you won't agree to that no matter how many times he asks, so now he has to nap on top of you. sorry mc, you're trapped
- physical touch king. once he's certain you aren't scared of him anymore, he's all over you. you'd probably think he still hated you if it weren't for his arms securely wrapped around your waist, and his sleeping head on your shoulder
- he is very bad with words. just god-awful at expressing how he feels. he's gonna say he doesn't care about you, and it's gonna feel like he means it; please ignore it. he will learn it's okay to be nice eventully. the things coming out of his mouth are polar opposite to what he's feeling inside
- i headcanon that he's good at knitting/sewing. he'll just fix or make a new blanket when one goes out. and on that note, he's making you more sweaters than you know what to do with. he's trying to say i love you and turn you into the perfect pillow with one move
Hiiiiiii I just found your account and I think your writing is awesome! And I saw that you are one of the few writers who write for barbs and Solomon and I have a massive crush on both of them so I’m wondering if you do write smut/nsfw or possible even something that’s just suggestive can you possibly write MC having a threesome with Solomon and Barbs who are absoulutely obsessed with Mc and constantly just fight in like the middle of the threesome bc they loathe eachother in the canon, I would be willing to do a trade for this fix and give you a piece of art if you can write this? If not that’s perfectly ok I just thought it would be a nice idea for a fic, ENJOY UR DAY/NIGHT KEEEP WRITING DIVA
a/n: omg i love u and this idea!! art trade or not (lucifer is my fav cough cough) i had fun writing this and i hope u like it :3 !!
cw: smut, afab!gn!reader, fingering, solomon and barbatos bickering
The first clue that this was a mistake showed itself when Solomon and Barbatos sat on opposite ends of your bed like it was a warzone. Though, you knew neither of them were here for talking.
“Remind me,” Solomon said, one elbow resting on his knee, a smirk firmly planted on his face, “whose idea was it to have us both here at once?”
“Yours,” Barbatos answered smoothly, “Because you lack self-control, sorcerer. Over your desires, and over them,"
His eyes slid to you, that calm politeness turning molten at the edges, “And you thought you could prove otherwise.”
Solomon’s eyes sparkled as he straightened up, “Oh, I certainly intend to prove something tonight.”
You were perched between them, the soft Devildom sheets bunching around your legs, all too aware of how close they were to you - and the distance they kept from each other.
You cleared your throat, "I'm right here, you know.”
Solomon’s eyes snapped to you immediately - possessive and bright, "Sorry, sweetheart. I'm afraid I can only think about you.”
Barbatos’s voice dropped a half-step. “Likewise. I merely prefer to do it in silence, rather than announce it like some people.”
Solomon hummed, preparing to fire back. Before he could, you pressed your palms to their chests at once - one hand on each of them - to stop the gathering tension. It didn’t work.
Both of them froze, then breathed in deep. You felt it - Solomon’s heartbeat, erratic and eager beneath your fingers. Barbatos’ steady and deep, but accelerating - like he’d decided something and was already acting on it.
“You’re playing with fire,” Solomon murmured, his hand gliding up to cover yours, trapping it against him.
“Well... then we should ensure they are not burned,” Barbatos replied, also covering your hand with his own gloved one, thumb pressing slowly against your knuckles.
The air between them crackled. Literally, in Solomon’s case. You saw (and felt) a little spark dance across his fingers where they covered yours.
Barbatos’s eyes narrowed, "Do not cast anything in my presence that you have not tested thoroughly.”
“I have tested it,” Solomon said lightly, “Just not on you.”
You twisted your hand into Solomon’s shirt and yanked, dragging him closer. “No spells.”
His attention cut to you so fast it was dizzying, "For you,” he whispered, voice suddenly softer, “I’ll behave.”
The lie was obvious. But, the way he looked at you as he leaned in made it very hard to care.
His mouth met yours - the kiss immediately hungry - like he wanted to consume every sound you might make, every breath you took as he explored your mouth. His hand cupped the back of your neck, angling you just the way he wanted, as his thumb slid under your jaw. There was a low, satisfied noise in his chest when you parted your lips for him.
You barely registered the mattress dipping behind you until gloved fingers brushed the side of your throat.
Barbatos’s touch was the polar opposite of Solomon’s - measured, unhurried, and pointed. He tilted your head with two fingers, baring more of your throat to him, and you felt his breath first - cool from tea, then warm against your pulse. His lips pressed just below your ear - a slow, lingering kiss that made your spine arch.
Solomon broke the kiss with a hiss when you involuntarily leaned back toward Barbatos.
“Hey,” Solomon murmured - thumb dragging over your lower lip - trying to reclaim your attention, “Eyes on me, love.”
You tried, you really did. But Barbatos' mouth was following a deliberate path down your neck, each kiss slightly firmer than the last, the faint graze of teeth just enough to make your fingers curl in the sheets.
“They’re not property for you to command, Solomon,” Barbatos spoke quietly against your skin. His voice vibrated against your throat, going straight to your core, “They may look wherever they wish.”
“They’re the one who called us both here,” Solomon shot back, “Clearly, they wanted to be commanded.”
“Or cherished,” Barbatos countered, "Which is not the same as possession.”
Solomon ended the bickering by claiming your mouth again - but slower this time, savoring the way you shivered against him. His hand slid under the hem of your clothes, warm and exploratory, the calluses of his fingers catching teasingly on your skin. Every touch felt like he was staking a claim. His fingers inched between Barbatos' chest and your back, eventually finding your bra. He hesitated just long enough for you to give him the okay before taking it - and your shirt - off in one go.
Solomon leaned back, taking in the view that was your body, as Barbatos let his mouth find your neck again. Two hands - one belonging to each of them - slid up your torso until they found your tits. Solomon's mouth was back on yours, tongues clashing together while Barbatos sucked small hickeys into your skin.
Barbatos shifted behind you, drawing you back against him so your body was perfectly bracketed between the two of them. You felt the solid weight of him pressed to your back, the way his arm wrapped around your middle, holding you in place with an unyielding force that said he had no intention of letting go.
“You’re trembling,” Barbatos murmured next to your ear, his lips brushing your earlobe, "Is Solomon frightening you, or is it anticipation?”
“I’m encouraged to hear you think I’m capable of that much,” Solomon replied without lifting his mouth fully from yours, the words ghosting against your lips. His hand worked at your nipple harshly, in stark contrast to Barbatos' gentle touches, "But, no. This is anticipation. Isn’t it?”
Your answer came out as a whimper rather than words, their hand free hands moving now, exploring the rest of you.
“Oh, right there,” Solomon purred when he firmly pressed his fingers to your clothed core. “You like that, don’t you?”
Barbatos’s hold on you tightened by a fraction as you gasped, "Careful,” he admonished - though you weren’t sure which of you he meant, "If you overwhelm them too quickly, this will be… shorter than any of us wish.”
“Jealous I got there first?” Solomon murmured against your mouth.
Barbatos’s voice cooled, "Jealousy is a human weakness, not a demonic one. I am… competitive.”
“Over them,” Solomon pressed on, slowly tugging down your pants. His smile against your lips was wicked, "Admit it.”
Barbatos’s reply didn’t come immediately. Instead, his gloves slipped away with small, decisive movements, before his cool fingers traced a path up and down your sides.
When he finally spoke, his tone had dropped, "Very well,” he conceded, voice a whisper against your pulse, "Over them, I am… greedy.”
Solomon stilled, just for a heartbeat. Then, his laugh was soft and dangerous, "Now that, I believe."
The air thickened as they made eye contact, your body still caught between them, their breathing rougher now - for reasons that had nothing to do with exertion.
You twisted slightly, forcing them both to refocus on you, “If either of you start a fight, I’m choosing the one who doesn’t.”
Incredible - how fast they fell silent.
Then, as if some unspoken truce passed between them, their grips on you changed. Barbatos' fingers gripped into your hips, while Solomon shoved his hand in your underwear to toy with your clit.
They started to compete in the only way you would tolerate; how well they could pull you apart.
Solomon kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever get to, murmurings of your name and half-formed praise tangled between the clashes of lips and teeth. Every noise you made seemed to fuel him, his fingers growing bolder, more insistent - moving down to poke at your entrance.
Barbatos countered with steady patience. Where Solomon rushed, he lingered. When Solomon provoked a sharp cry, Barbatos followed with a slow, burning touch that left you trembling. He praised you too - but in low, focused comments that made you feel like the center of a ritual, not just a moment.
“Breathe,” Barbatos reminded you softly when your head tipped back against his shoulder, Solomon's fingers relentless inside you, "You’re doing wonderfully.”
“Look at you,” Solomon whispered, pulling back just enough to take you in - eyes dark and hungry. His free found your tits again, “You’re so beautiful like this. For us.”
The room blurred into a rush of heat and hands and mouths, the two of them bracketing you completely - Solomon’s magic humming faintly in the air, reined in but restless, Barbatos’s demonic power controlled just under his skin. You felt them both everywhere - Solomon’s reckless adoration, and Barbatos’s meticulous worship.
At some point, you weren’t sure whose hands were where, only that every place they touched you burned in the best way. They moved you as if by mutual agreement, shifting you between them, beside them, under them, the mattress dipping and creaking with every change in position.
You caught fragments of their voices above you, around you;
“You’re holding them too tightly.”
“They’re clinging to me; I’m simply accommodating them.”
“Flatter yourself less. They’re shaking.”
“…Because of us.”
Your name, over and over, from both of them through it all. A litany. A plea.
By the time you were trembling on the edge, their rivalry had condensed into something razor-focused - not on each other, but on dragging you over that line.
Solomon pressed his forehead to yours, eyes blown wide, breath unsteady. “Let go,” he urged, voice rough with his own restraint, "It’s okay. We got you.”
Barbatos’s lips brushed your temple, his words a low command that felt like a spell all its own, "Yes. Fall. I will catch you.”
You did.
The world dissolved into white heat and fragments - their hands, their voices, the solid weight of them around you. You were dimly aware of both of them holding you through it, Solomon whispering praise in your ear, Barbatos grounding you with slow, steady strokes down your back, their bodies tense with their own barely-controlled desire.
When you finally came back to yourself, you were sprawled between them, breathing hard, skin damp with sweat. The room smelled like magic and tea and something darker underneath.
Solomon lay on his back beside you, one arm flung over his eyes, the other wrapped firmly around your waist as if daring Barbatos to try and move you. His chest rose and fell under your head.
Barbatos was propped on one elbow on your other side, his hair slightly mussed—an almost impossible sight. His gloves were nowhere to be seen, tossed somewhere with your shirt earlier. His eyes, when you turned your head to look at him, were softer than you’d ever seen them.
“Comfortable?” he asked, voice low.
You managed a nod, your throat too dry to answer properly.
Solomon dropped his arm to look at you, then at Barbatos. “Don’t get smug,” he said, though the usual sharpness was dulled by exhaustion and something warmer, “They’re here with me too.”
Barbatos’s gaze flicked pointedly to where Solomon’s fingers dug into your waist, “I am aware,” he almost spat, "I was here as well.”
You exhaled a weak laugh, “You’re seriously starting up again now?”
Both of them immediately focused on you instead of each other.
“No,” Solomon said hastily, "No. Truce. Temporary truce.”
“For tonight,” Barbatos agreed, inclining his head. His hand brushed a strand of damp hair from your forehead with exquisite care, "Their comfort takes precedence over my displeasure with you, sorcerer.”
“Generous of you,” Solomon muttered, but his arm around you tightened, pulling you a little closer.
You shifted, wriggling until you were properly wedged between them, your head pillowed on Solomon's shoulder, one leg tangled with Barbatos'. Both of them adjusted around you automatically - Barbatos tucking the blanket higher, Solomon muttering a small warming charm that made the air around the three of you pleasantly cozy.
“You know,” you murmured, eyes drifting shut, “if this is how you fight, I might let you argue more often.”
There was a pause.
Then, overlapped;
“I do not require encouragement.”
“Oh, I can absolutely work with that.”
You groaned softly, “I meant as long as it ends like this.”
Another beat of quiet. You felt, rather than saw, the look that passed between them over your head.
“It will,” Barbatos said at last, his hand resting lightly over your heart, "I will see to that.”
Solomon’s lips brushed the crown of your head in a fleeting kiss, "Count on it,” he murmured.
You were asleep before either of them could start another round.
could u please write something (hcs or drabbles!) about married life w dia!! with the mew royal life n all... and maybe cute and silly barbatos cameos here n there! that would be great <3
a/n: went with headcanons cus those are easiest :,) i'm so glad you asked for barb cameos i love their dynamic w mc
cw: implied fem!reader, fluff, one (1) mention of sex, barbatos cameos
married life with diavolo
- him marrying a human is already a huge deal, let alone a royal human. the political implications are... a lot. but diavolo truly doesn't care about what the House of Lords or the demons he rules over have to say. you said yes when he proposed, so you will be getting married! sorry barbatos
- he's so happy and so ready to rule the devildom with you. he asks for your input on everything he can, using your ideas more often than not
- he has to wake up early for his princely duties, meaning most days he can't see you off - so to make up for it he kisses your ring before getting out of bed every morning <3
- barbatos is more than happy to act as your butler the same way he does for diavolo, sometimes insisting on doing your hair for you. diavolo gets locked out of the room and yall gossip
- diavolo is obsessed with calling you his spouse. he emphasizes your royalty and romantic status to everyone new you meet
- you occasionally have dates in the human world, in a country that isn't your own, just to pretend you're two average people. unbeknownst to you, barbatos follows yall to make sure you don't end up lost or scammed. you two think you blend in with the regular crowd, you don't <3
- in front of your subjects, the two of you are strong, regal, powerful figures. behind closed doors, diavolo has his head in your lap, whining when you stop petting his hair.
- he's thrilled to have someone who accepts all sides of him so readily. you match him in whatever he needs; be it someone to bounce economic ideas off of, or someone to dance in his arms in the secret halls of the castle, you're there.
- he remembers every anniversary - the day you met, the day you started dating, the day you said yes to his proposal - all of them. and you celebrate every single one in various ways, from lavish balls to private dinners in the garden. as long as you're dizzy with happiness by the end of the night, diavolo is satisfied.
- he gets nastier in bed after you're married. more talk about filling you up, how you need an heir and you'd look so pretty pregnant <3
- he wants to renew your vows so often you're not really sure he understands the point. it doesn't matter though, because for him it feels like every day he has a new sonnet running through his head when he sees you
- barbatos hand sewed your wedding dress/suit, customized exactly how you want it. diavolo didn't care what your outfit looks like, he was sniffling by the time you reached him anyways
- he loves how you embrace devildom culture. he enthusiastically incorporates human traditions into your life, but seeing you want to participate in his customs makes his heart clench
- overall, he is a giant puppy of a demon, 10/10 demon prince husband
hiiii just wanted to jump in here n say ur writing is so cute! n very much needed in this slowly dying fandom so bless u for doing god's work 🙏
also more mammon simeon solomon barbatos crumbs please... 🙇♂️🙇♂️🙇♂️ my pookies...
a/n: tysm for ur patience anon forgive me </3 i just went with general romantic headcanons for them i hope u enjoy !!!!
cw: cotton candy ass fluff, my attempts at humor
mammon, simeon, solomon + barbatos general romance hcs!
mammon
- cons: parasite
- pros: adorable
- you'll never know what it's like to be alone again, but at least the thorn in your side gives unlimited kisses
- okay i'll stop being mean
- his biggest love language is physical touch.
- he struggles to verbalize how he feels for you, so he shows it in other ways. your favorite snacks somehow always being stocked in the pantry (sometimes beel gets to them first, but they're replaced before you know), the playlist he has of your favorite songs for joyrides in his Lexura, and the way he always makes sure you fall asleep first are just a few ways he tries to show it
- he gets jealous fast, and often. and it's never subtle jealousy either, the offender WILL know that the Great Mammon has already laid claim
- i've seen this said a lot in the fandom and i agree - he would gift you shiny little trinkets as crows do. any heads up grimm he finds makes its way into your pockets
- you try your hardest to keep him from getting wrapped up in schemes that will certainly put him into debt, but then he pulls out his big, wet eyes (you swear he's part dog) and before you know it you're sprinting away from angry witches right beside him
barbatos
- like i said in the yearning headcanons, he's 99% gentleman 1% demon
- you aren't allowed to open doors or, diavolo forbid, pull out your own chair when you're with him. you've tried. he's faster.
- his biggest love language is 100% acts of service. let him dress you in the morning and make you breakfast every day PLEASE mc
- very good calm to your storm. if you come to him ranting about some bitch who commented on your Devilgram, he's immediately rubbing your feet and nodding along until your voice is a normal volume again
- after you teach him some internet lingo, he'll send you pictures of two pastries or flowers side by side, captioned 'us'
- dates with him aren't too extravagant, but they are elegant. he'll take you on walks through the castle's garden, or to one of the Devildom's many nice restaurants (with a private table, of course). he's never late, either
- he compliments you often, usually you get one every time you run into him at RAD, and he always tells you how incredible you are before bed every night
simeon
- he's such a loverboy it hurts
- he would kiss the ground you walk on if you asked (probably has)
- his voice is impossibly soft when speaking to you. most nights you ask him to tell you stories to fall asleep. he'll tell you all about your future together, in the hopes his words reach your dreams, too
- never ever fights with you. any disagreements, rare as they are, are settled through a calm discussion on his part. you can yell if you want, he'll never raise his voice to you
- he gets incredibly flustered when you initiate physical affection. especially if it's in public - you'll have to wait about six months before holding his hand doesn't result in him getting lightheaded
- he subconsciously finds himself sitting next to you at gatherings. you didn't arrive together, and didn't necessarily plan on spending the whole night with each other either, but his arm has a hard time leaving your waist when you look that good
- admires your independence, but a small part of him jumps for joy when you ask for his help. doesn't matter what for, he just loves that you need him
- on purpose or not, he makes note of every little thing about you. your go-to coffee order, your favorite color, the way you tie your shoes, everything
solomon
- he loves just being normal with you
- pretending you aren't the two most powerful sorcerers, but just a normal human couple, going on normal dates, ignoring the flesh eating flowers decorating the restaurant
- he's big w/ physical touch, too. when you're together he's always got an arm wrapped around you or a pinky linked with yours
- he's going to insist that he cooks for you. he doesn't want you in the kitchen while he does, because every meal is meant to be a bomb surprise. you send simeon in to regularly check on him. it doesn't make much of a difference, but the way he looks at you when he presents his creations is enough for you to keep forcing them down <3
- steals you away for human world dates at least once a week. you both think you're getting away with it, but barbatos snitches every time. how he knows, you'll never find out
- he has a special ringtone for you and it's loud as fuck. super obnoxious and he never turns the volume down, even if he's at RAD. everyone in study hall hates him for it
- i feel like he's well versed in flower speak and often gets you bouqets with various meanings. some of the flowers are so ancient you aren't sure where he got them from, but he'll explain the meaning behind each petal if you ask him to
a/n: more of a concept than anything else i just had to share. also, the links are to showcase the trends, not necessarily how the brother's would act :3
cw: fluff, crack
tiktoks trends with the brothers
lucifer
- calling him your friend
- i couldn't decide who i wanted to pick for this one so i'm playing favorites
- doesn't have a verbal reaction when you refer to him as your friend, just raises on eyebrow and stares at you until you break and restart the video
- comments are feral, naturally
mammon
- BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT🗣️🗣️🗣️
- this trend was made for him
- he goes insane, probably tears a pillow apart with his teeth
- i honestly think rather than following the trend, you guys were the ones to start it in the Devildom. Solomon showed you the human world trend and you immediately knew the assignment
- his brothers absolutely clown on him for it but you love the video so he deals
leviathan
- melt into kiss
- you choose this one for obvious reasons. you know exactly how this will end
- he's already on guard when you set the camera up and ask him to raise his arms, so when you kiss him his heart just gives out
- passes out immediately
- makes for a great viral video though
satan
- boyfriend effect
- you pick a photo from your time pre-Devildom, all dolled up, versus now - in one of Satan's sweaters and Asmo's silk sweatpants
- he's got you glowing regardless, and everyone sees it
- top contender for most normal demon boyfriend
asmodeus
- literally any trend you dont even have to ask he's making you do them for deviltok first
- the second a trend hits his feed, he's grabbing you to make your, far superior, version
- yall are starting trends, too. you bring human world trends to Deviltok and vice versa
- influencer pilled bf
beelzebub
- seeing if he's ready for a baby
- he truly wouldn't gaf
- drinks the milk before it hits the ground
- asks if that was a human thing while sucking milk out of his shirt cleaning up
- unbothered king
belphegor
- ootd for a week
- you'd be hard pressed getting him to do anything but stand for a tiktok
- complains every time but will do it anyways cus you guys look cute together
- any haters in the comments find themselves plagued with nightmares soon after
a/n: i've come back from the dead! the writer's block was insane and not fully gone but we're trying i hope you guys didn't forget abt me :,3
cw: so fluffy you will literally explode
Mammon insists he’s only here for the money.
“Oi, don’t get it twisted,” he grumbles, sprawled across your bed with a tiny bottle of nail polish pinched between his fingers.
It was your favorite color - a coincidence, he had insisted, "There's a new nail trend going around. Figured I’d practice so I can open a salon at RAD or somethin’. Easy grimm.”
You hum, unimpressed, and wiggle your fingers at him. “Then practice.”
He clicks his tongue, but scoots closer anyway, taking your hand with care. His grip is warm - firm, but not rough - and for a second, he forgets to keep up the act. His thumb brushes over your knuckles like he’s memorizing them.
“Stay still,” he mutters, leaning in.
“You’re the one shaking.”
“Am not!”
The brush meets your nail, and… okay - maybe he is. Just a little. The first stroke goes slightly crooked, and he hisses under his breath like the polish personally offended him. It did.
“Hmph - cheap stuff,” he says quickly.
“You picked it out.”
“Yeah, well - shaddup.”
But, then he steadies. His other hand cups yours, anchoring it, and the next stroke is smooth. Careful. He’s concentrating so hard his tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth, eyes narrowed like he’s defusing a bomb instead of painting your nails.
You smile, "You’re actually trying.”
“Course I am!” he snaps, though his ears go a little pink, “If I’m gonna be the best, I gotta start somewhere.”
“Best at…?”
He falters, just for a second, “At - y’know. Nails!"
You laugh softly, and he shoots you a look that’s more flustered than annoyed.
“Don’t laugh! I’m serious!”
He finishes the nail with a neat little flourish, then lifts your hand to inspect it, “…Huh.”
It’s… good. Really good.
“Mammon,” you say, a little surprised, “that’s perfect.”
His expression flickers - shock, pride, and something softer that he quickly tries to bury under a scoff, “Well, duh. Who d’you think you’re talkin’ to?”
He turns your hand slightly, checking how the light hits the polish, thumb brushing absent circles against your skin. His touch lingers longer than necessary.
“…Don’t mess it up,” he mumbles, quieter now, “Took effort, y’know.”
“I won’t.”
He glances up at you, blue eyes catching yours, and for once he keeps the contact.
“Good,” he says, softer than before.
Then he clears his throat, pulls back just a bit too quickly, and grabs the next finger,
“Alright, next one. And don’t move this time, human. I ain’t fixin’ smudges.”
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