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Simeon: “Where's your empathy ? “
Mc : “I have empathy ! “
Mc: “That's the one where you care about people, right?”
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leviathans-watching · 7 months
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➳ simeon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
➳ wc: .3k | rated g | m.list
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“No, I’m totally over him,” you say firmly, wishing just one of the brothers would believe you. “I mean, we didn’t talk at all over break, and I saw in Devilgram he got a back to school haircut. Everyone knows crushes don’t stay, especially after there’s been a haircut.”
“That is true,” Mammon nods.
“Well, not for me, of course,” Asmo sighs, putting his chin on his hands. “That just seems to make me more popular.”
“Well, this isn’t about you,” you say. “It’s about me! A me who is completely and totally over—“
“Over who?” Asks Simeon, sliding between you and Satan, all long-legged and sun-striped in the human realm’s sun. His haircut, you realize with a slow sinking horror as your cheeks start to heat, looks nice.
Belphie takes one look at your face and begins to snicker, hiding his face in Beel’s shoulder.
“I didn’t know you liked someone,” Simeon continues, looking at you earnestly. His deep brown eyes sparkle and he leans towards you, too close. You manage a nervous chuckle.
“Yeah, liked,” Mammon replies, emphasizing the past tense. “MC here really insists those feelings no longer remain.”
“Well that’s a shame for the lucky guy,” Simeon comments, and you can’t breathe for a moment.
“Ah, uh,” you say intelligently.
He chuckles. “Oh man, I missed you over the summer. We definitely should catch up. Maybe grab a bite to eat after classes.”
“T-together?”
“Hopefully together,” Simeon teases. “So, what do you say?”
The boys all share amused looks at your silence before Lucifer, of all of them, speaks up.
“MC agrees,” he says mildly, and Simeon beams.
“Great,” he says, standing. “I’ll catch you after school. My treat.”
As he lopes off, sending a fluttering wave to you over his shoulder, Mammon raises his eyebrows at you.
“Completely and totally over him?”
“I may have…regressed.”
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x-noechi-x · 11 months
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Simeon shouldn't be allowed to be an angel anymore. An Archangel at that. With all those sinful thoughts he had about you. It was a surprise to him that he wasn't sent to the deepest parts of the Devildom.
The way he imagined you moaning his name, making you cum. No matter how often he tried to push those thoughts away, it wasn't possible anymore. He knew that he was going to fall. And for you, he would do it over and over again.
Now he was sitting on his bed. One hand on his mouth to muffle his moans while his other fisted his cock. Another sinful thought about you haunted his mind after he had seen your panties by accident. He knew how sinful it was. But for you, he was willing to become a demon. Just so he could express his love for you
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another-lost-mc · 11 months
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Pillow Talk | SIMEON x gn!Reader 1.7k words | NSFW | Depravity & Pining Content warnings: Perversion, masturbation with clothing, dirty thoughts. obey me! m.list
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It’s a rare occasion when Simeon has Purgatory Hall to himself.
Luke was visiting the Celestial Realm and spending time with Michael, and Solomon said he had things to take care of in the human world. It promised to be a lazy evening - there was no sense cooking an elaborate meal just for himself.
He suddenly recalled that you mentioned to him earlier you were going to be home alone too. Most of the demon brothers were attending a party at The Fall and you didn’t want to go.
It was the perfect chance to invite you over for an impromptu movie night, and he walked to the House of Lamentation to pick you up. Simeon rarely had the opportunity to spend time with you alone, and he didn’t want to waste a moment.
You spent a quiet evening eating snacks and cuddling together on the sofa. When you shivered from the evening chill, Simeon covered both your laps with a warm blanket. He tucked you against his side and draped his arm over your shoulder. He thought you might pull away from him, but you curled into his embrace even more.
You fell asleep halfway through the film. Simeon turned the volume down so you wouldn’t be disturbed, and he was careful not to wake you. He enjoyed the weight of your body pressed against his and wanted to savour the feeling as long as he could. He leaned close so that he could smell the scent of your shampoo when he buried his nose in your hair and brushed his lips across your temple.
You woke up long after the movie ended, and you were too groggy to notice Simeon had maneuvered you into his lap. He had both his arms tucked around you and he was stroking your back gently. You yawned warm puffs of air against his neck, and he nearly shivered as the slightest twinge of pleasure shot through him.
He told you that he already made your excuses to Lucifer and that you could spend the night at Purgatory Hall. It was far too late for you to walk home now. It was his own little secret that he looked forward to seeing your sleep-mussed hair and warm, syrupy smile in the morning.
You mumbled that you could sleep on the couch, but he was already pushing himself up and lifting you in his arms. He carried you to his room and laid you down on the bed. He shushed your feeble protests as he helped tuck you into the sheets and explained he would sleep in Luke’s room. He leaned forward and wished you goodnight, daring to brush his lips lightly against your brow.
Your eyes slipped closed and you murmured something under your breath before you started snoring softly in your sleep. He stood by the bed and watched moonlight and shadow dance across your skin. His hands clenched into fists and relaxed again, over and over, while he resisted the urge to palm his half-hard cock through his pants.
It was nearly half an hour later when he finally dragged himself from your side and went to sleep in one of the empty rooms. He dreamt of pouty lips and warm, naked skin against his own.
When Simeon woke up, he was surprised to see you making tea in the kitchen; you wore a different shirt and pants than last night. Your cheeks darkened slightly when you explained you packed some overnight things in your bag just in case.
He helped make a light breakfast and basked in your company until you got ready to go back to the House of Lamentation. You hesitated at the door like you wanted to say something, but you shook your head and promised him that you had a wonderful night.
Simeon didn’t know what to do with himself after you left. He was hoping that you could stay longer, but he knew he couldn’t be greedy with your company no matter how much he wanted to. The demon brothers would never allow it, and even during breakfast you were getting messages on your D.D.D. from them asking when you would be home.
Simeon hated the thought of sharing you. When would he have another opportunity like last night to indulge in your company? Why was it only in his dreams that he could finally have you all to himself?
He walked back to his room and decided he would tidy up. You made his bed - not perfectly - but he smiled at your effort anyway. He leaned across the mattress and brushed out some wayward wrinkles in the duvet, but a sudden thought occurred to him and he drew back the covers. He smoothed his hands across the mattress and pretended he could still feel your body heat beneath his fingers. When he pressed his nose to the sheet, he caught faint traces of your natural scent that lingered behind.
His cock strained against the zipper of his slacks and he bit his lip. What was the harm?
He was unbuckling his belt and when his foot caught on something. There was a lump of fabric on the floor, and he recognized the shirt you wore last night. You must’ve forgotten to put it in your bag before you left. He picked it up and wondered whether he should wash it for you when he realized something else was tucked inside. It fell to the floor and landed at his feet with a soft plop.
It was like a punch in the gut when he realized what it was. 
Underwear. Your underwear. You must’ve changed and rolled them into your shirt to take home later, but you forgot them both.
He licked his lips as he picked up the delicate garment with trembling hands. He rubbed the fabric between his fingertips and noticed how soft they felt. The colour was a bit faded and the waistband was worn, as if this was one of your favourite pairs. They were completely ordinary, but they were yours.
Simeon brought them closer so that his nose brushed against the fabric. It was impulsive, and his cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame at his depravity. He tried to remind himself that what he was doing was wrong - but then he took a deep breath and inhaled your scent into his lungs. 
Oh, fuck.
He groaned and laid down on his bed, shimmying his pants low enough on his hips so he could free his aching cock. The tip was already dribbling with his arousal, and he used his thumb to smooth the thick fluid along his shaft as he started pumping his cock with fast, rough strokes. Your underwear were clenched in his other hand. He brought them to his nose again so he could breathe in as much of your deliciously sweet scent as possible.
Fuck, look what you do to me—
The mattress springs started to creak as he thrust his hips in time with each desperate tug of his cock. He didn’t even notice - he moaned his pleasure, moaned your name, and let his dark desires take over.
He imagined kissing you senseless on the sofa last night when you woke up, sliding his hands underneath your shirt and feeling you shiver as he stroked your skin. He thought about slipping your pants down your hips and flicking the waistband of your underwear teasingly, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck until you keened and begged him to touch you. He would slide them down the velvety soft skin of your thighs until you were completely bare to him, and he’d finally lower his head and taste you–
Simeon licked a stripe along the crotch of your underwear before he sucked the fabric between his lips. Have you ever worn these and thought of him? Have you ever stained these with the slick evidence of your arousal? Were you aroused last night, just by being close to him?
So sweet, so fucking sweet, I need more, I need—
He thought about your quick glances you thought he didn’t notice and the way you hesitated to say goodbye. He wondered if you woke up in the middle of the night and rolled around in the sheets that smelled like him. Did you think about touching yourself in his bed? Did you think about what he would do to you if he caught you?
He was nearly delirious with lust and he fucked his fist, fueled by his desperate thoughts of you. The wet sounds of his hand moving up and down his cock were buried underneath the pleasured noises pouring freely from his mouth. His eyes clenched shut when he felt his body burn with the pleasure that crashed over him.
—fuck, fuck, fuck, please. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna—
The cotton in his mouth muffled the roar that ripped from his throat, and he pumped his cock as thick ropes of cum shot up his belly and dribbled over his fingers. He didn’t stop until he whimpered from the sensitivity and he grew soft in his hand. He unhinged his jaw and your underwear slipped from between his teeth and fell limply onto the pillow beside him.
He was sweating underneath his shirt and his throat was dry, but he laid in bed and let his mind wander to thoughts of you until his heart stopped racing. 
His D.D.D. started vibrating on the mattress next to him and he jolted in surprise. It must’ve slipped from his pocket when he laid down. He picked it up - with his clean hand - and his breath hitched when he saw your name on the screen.
You: I think I left something in your room earlier, can I come by later tonight to pick it up?
Typing a response was enough of a challenge for him, and trying to type one-handed with trembling fingers was another matter entirely. It took him longer than usual to manage a coherent response.
He tossed his phone to the side and tried to think. If you're coming back later, he'll make sure you find your clothes exactly as you left them. Any lingering traces of his spit should be dry by then, and he’ll flatten out the remaining indents of his teeth.
This will be another little secret of his, kept guarded within his heart where all his sinful thoughts of you are buried.
But just the thought of seeing you again made his cock twitch with renewed interest. He only hesitated for a moment before he reached for your underwear.
He had until tonight to enjoy them, after all.
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zorosdimples · 8 months
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MORE, PLEASE, ALWAYS, FOREVER
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pairing ༄ simeon x gn!reader
warnings ༄ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. suggestive content, religious/sacrilegious imagery, corruption, manipulation, dubious consent, drugging. simeon calls reader “little one” and “darling.” please let me know if i’m missing anything!
word count ༄ 771
notes ༄ this is my first time posting my writing, so please be kind! this drabble is darker than what i usually write; i’ve just been thinking about simeon and corruption for months… i have fluffier pieces in the works, i promise! <3
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“but s-simeon,” you whispered, afraid to raise your voice lest desire drip from each syllable—as if the angel couldn’t see your trembling thighs or the glint of hunger in your gaze. your skin glowed, he observed, all dewy with want; he had never seen anything so beautiful, so vulnerable. your chest heaved as though you couldn’t catch your breath. “you’re an angel.”
“yes?” he hummed, trying not to sound too eager—all while his blood sang for you.
your tongue wetly floundered for a response, brain unable to comprehend anything other than the fierce fire that licked at your very core. oh, if he did not relish your sputtering, dumb state. you hung onto his every word as if he would lead you to salvation.
that’s what angels were created for, right?
“angels, humans, demons—we all have more in common than you think. we all have similar urges, similar needs,” simeon stated, lithe fingers traveling down your sides to dig into the soft flesh of your hips, forcing a breathy sigh from your lips. shame would have eaten you alive had it not been for your desperation.
“but you humans are rather self-centered, no?” he asked with an experimental squeeze that had your eyes fluttering dreamily. “you assume that your corrupted moral compass applies to the other two realms.”
you shivered as simeon leaned so close that you could smell the sweetness—caramel?—that clung to his skin. his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “angels, as god’s chosen creatures, are encouraged to love deeply.” his fingertips grazed your belly as you swallowed thickly. his hot breath melted your resolve while his thinly-veiled words had your nerves thrumming in anticipation.
patience was a virtue that simeon usually embodied, but the thrill you inspired within him was cracking his restraint. he couldn’t help but push: push himself, push you. he needed to hear you to say it.
he gently cradled your chin between his thumb and forefinger, angling your face to meet his expectant gaze. if you had been in the right state of mind, perhaps you would have noticed how his azure irises were unusually dark, pools of midnight you could drown in.
the smile that tugged at his lips was almost wicked as he probed, “what do you need, little one? tell me.”
the endearment fell on deaf ears as you leaned into simeon’s grasp like a simpering pet. your eyes flickered down to his lips instead of answering his question, biting down on your own almost hard enough to draw blood.
“ah ah,” he chided, pinching your chin, still a hair’s breadth from your face.
you looked like a wounded animal for a moment, eyes wide and shimmering, staring down the barrel of a hunter’s gun. you tried to wriggle from his grasp in embarrassment.
the angel’s grip was unyielding, though. he was certain there would be bruises on your tender flesh come morning—the thought only heightened his arousal. his honeyed chuckle, like a potent sedative, lulled your movements.
“as much as i appreciate your enthusiasm,” simeon said with featherlight strokes to your burning cheek, “i need you to use your words, darling.”
you whimpered in response. your brain was fried, incapable of intelligent thought. all you could do was feel and act—instinct usurping rationale—more animal than human. all you could muster was a breathy and pathetic “please,” punctuated by the unshed tears that sparkled in your eyes.
“please what?” he cooed with faux sympathy. his free hand skimmed down the slope of your shoulder and the curve of your arm to ultimately settle on the fat of your thigh. the movement caused a tremor to ricochet through your body.
he looked at you like he wanted to devour you, to pick your bones clean, to consume you so wholly that not even your soul remained. and maybe it should have frightened you. but all you wanted was to lay yourself bare and let the angel feast on you until there was nothing left.
“i need you, simeon,” you finally breathed, soft as a prayer.
as soon as the words left your bruised lips, he lifted you onto his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist. you exhaled a warbled moan when he dipped down to scrape his teeth against the column of your throat. “that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he murmured into your skin.
you were too far gone to answer—not that simeon cared. he finally had you where he wanted you, writhing and whining prettily. he made a mental note to thank solomon for the spell that had his little human begging for more, please, always, forever.
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softxsuki · 4 months
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I am SO nervous to ask, but I have an urgent request for Obey Me. Can I ask for Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Beelzebub comforting a burnt-out reader? The reader's mental health has been decreasing for a while, and lately they think nigh everyone sees them as incompetent. They've had to do a LOT of things in a short span of time and they have to do even more tasks that require mINimAL eFFoRT to do in the next week while acting as the unpaid therapist for their friends.
Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Beelzebub (Separate) Comfort Burnt-Out Reader
Pairings: Diavolo x Gn!MC, Barbatos x Gn!MC, Simeon x Gn!MC, Beelzebub x Gn!MC
Warnings: mentions of low mental health, feeling burnt out
Genre: Comfort
Post-Type: Headcanons
Word Count: 730
Summary: In which they comfort you after seeing how burnt-out you are
[A/N: Hiiii, I'm sorry this is so late, I got sick and have just been very busy with work and getting ready for the holidays, but hopefully this is still useful you you :)]
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Diavolo:
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Diavolo is also a very busy man, as the next in line to be king of the Devildom and being the president of the student council, he knows what it feels like to have a lot going on
He sneaks away from Barbatos and his pile of paperwork to go look for you
When he does find you, he drags you away on a little rendezvous to help you get away from your own mountain of responsibilities even if its only for a few minutes
Usually you both go into town together and have a meal or just browse around in the different stores
On days where Barbatos is keeping a closer eye on him and he can’t sneak off, he encourages you to get any work you have to get done, in his office
Just so he can keep a close eye on you and make sure you take breaks frequently, to lessen the stress and try and keep you from feeling burnt out
Barbatos:
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Barbatos is one of the most responsible men out there, but he too is busy with his own duties, as well as watching over Diavolo to keep him on track
Yet despite being busy, he always makes time for you–after all you’re part of his duties, taking care of you comes naturally, yet it’s a task he’d never leave undone
If there’s anything he can do for you to help lighten your workload, he’d do it
Most of his visits include tea time and sometimes he even brings some sweet treats that he baked specifically for you
Back massages are a must as well as maybe a short walk to keep the blood flowing and allow you some fresh air
He’s always there to listen to your concerns or worries, he’s YOUR person that hears you out and offers advice since he knows you never put yourself first in any other part of your life
With Barbatos, you’ll always be first
Simeon:
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Simeon notices how tired you look day by day, but when he finally decides to step in, he takes you away from everything so you can clear your mind and just stop worrying about everything for a moment
You both venture to the human world for some well needed sunlight; since the Devildom is dark 24/7 perhaps you needed some Vitamin D to lift you up again
While in the human world, he takes you to all your favorite places in hopes that it will make you happy again
Words of affirmation are a huge deal for Simeon, so he’s always telling you how amazing and brilliant you are in all aspects of your life
He’s a great listener and as a celestial being, he’d probably give you the best advice in return for any of the struggles you express to him
Picnics are his favorite thing to do with you, especially in the human world; he’d prepare all the food and desserts with Luke’s help and pamper you to a relaxing day by the water
Simeon is always concerned for your well being, so he frequently checks in on you and brings you small things throughout the week to try and lighten your mood
Beelzebub:
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Of course as soon as Beel notices your change in demeanor he assumes it’s because you aren’t eating well, or not eating enough
So his instinct is to attempt to cook for you to get those well needed nutrients back into your body
This of course fails and he ends up eating half the plate before it even reaches you (that’s still impressive) so he decides to just take you out to eat instead and pays for everything
Aside from feeding you, Beel gets a little clingy
He’d hold you close and steals you away to his and Belphie’s room, shooing everyone away except his twin of course, but he hogs you all to himself for a few hours, only leaving for food and bathroom breaks
You’re forced to relax with him and he reassures you that he’ll take care of any other responsibilities you have for the day
Probably starts talking about random things to make you laugh or distract your mind from anything unwanted that may still be lingering
He’s just a big cuddly teddy bear who wants to make sure you’re well taken care of, both physically and mentally
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D
Posted: 12/11/2023
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angelltheninth · 7 months
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Simeon Teaches You About Pleasure
Pairing: Simeon x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, oral, edging, praise, gentle to rough sex
A/N: He's a teacher right? More or less, so he should know this too.
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FOREPLAY
Simeon spends more time on foreplay than anything else. For him it's the most exciting and often overlooked part of the experience. During the foreplay he wants you to come to him, get on top of him, take his clothes off, feel his cock, let him drink in every part of you as he kisses you while he undresses you and tells you to spread your legs.
ORAL
Likes it mutual but he's okay with taking turns too. The reason he wants you to give him a blowjob first is because he knows he's gonna take a bit to get hard again but it will be faster if he hears you moaning while he eats you out. He wants you to focus on the length of him, the way your tongue is able to make him twitch and make his cock drip with cum. A big fan of teasing you. When it's his turn to give you oral he takes his sweet time, he wants you to be very clear, despite it being hard due to moaning, he wants you to tell him how sensitive you are, even if he can see it, taste it with ecmvery lick.
FINGERING
It doesn't matter if you used your fingers or toys before, he knows he can still make it feel different for you when he does it. His fingers are slim but a little rougher than yours, longer too, reaching a bit deeper then yours. The whole time he has the most gentle smile on his face while he pushes them in and out, waiting for you to chase them. To tease you more he also kisses your clit when you manage to squeeze around him on command.
PRAISE
You know full well that Simeon only gives praise when it's very well earned. Hearing his praise almost feels better then what he's doing to your body, although you realize that there is a very clear correlation. At this rate you might not be able to hear him compliment you without getting your underwear wet. This could prove to be a problem, but one that you will deal with when you're not chasing your next orgasm.
GENTLE SEX
With him keeping a gentle pace with you he can focus on the noises better, you can too. The sounds from your mouth, the slow but calculated way he rolls his hips, how he keeps you from going to fast, in the moment, sharing body heat, hot kisses and holding your hand a bit harder then usual. Almost enough to make you cry from how soft he's being and taking his time with you like this despite how busy he is.
EDGING
This needs to last for the both of you. When he feels close he pulls out and starts kissing you, providing no further stimuli to either of you. You didn't think he'd only edge you did you? It's more fun when you're both getting more desperate each time he stops. The whole point is to make the following orgasm mind-shattering.
ROUGH SEX
Once you've both had enough of holding back it's time for him to fuck you, not just make love to you. Are you ready for that? Let him hear you say it. Your voice sounds so pretty when you're on the verge of coming undone. After all that edging you finally have his cock back inside you and this time he's not pulling out until you scream his name into his ear, if you don't believe him you can lock him against you with your legs. He won't be able to pull out as much but he'll keep going until his cock empties into your pulsing cunt.
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beelsari · 9 months
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Simeon resisting lust
First I want to say thank you all so much for the love on my other two short fics!! You can find them here it’s very encouraging and I have a lot of ideas in the work!!!
I’m also open to suggestions!!
On to this piece! Simeon is such a sweet pure angel, but you have corrupted his thoughts.
Lmk if you want a part 2 to this!!
TW: Very Suggestive, Borderline Smut
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Simeon is one of the most important angels in the celestial realm. Being an angel means remaining innocent, free from impure thoughts and actions, something Simeon has never struggled with, until he met you. At first his simple crush was innocent, as he saw you as the true embodiment of an angel, pure and radiating innocence. He would let his imagination run wild with sweet dates and things you’d say to him that’d make his heart skip a beat. The innocence didnt last long. In class one day, Simeon was talking to Asmo, the farthest person from innocent in devildom. As they were talking before class, you walked in, as beautiful as always with a huge smile when you see both Asmo and Simeon. That smile melts Simeon, he swears there is nothing more perfect than you, from your soft gentle figure to your sweet loving personality, Simeon would do anything for you. As you got closer, Asmo pointed out to simeon how much tighter your shirt is today because mammon shrunk it in the dryer. Simeon immediately went rigid while looking at you. That was the first time he ever looked at you in an impure way, but it certainly was not the last. He stared at your soft chest poking out of your shirt due to its new size. The way your stomach and waist were restricted and imprinted beautifully in the shirt. His gaze moved to your soft lips in a smile just for him. He wondered how beautiful your lips would look in other places…. he shook his head, trying to rid of these dirty thoughts, but he was visibly flushed and could barely look at you. You get closer to him while putting your hand on his head, in an action to check if he’s sick “Simeon, are you feeling well?” You ask with worry. Simeon is so torn, you’re so innocent and wholesome checking up on him but all he can look at is the view down your shirt thats right in front of his eyes. You soft hand on him makes it so hard not to pull your body into his. What is he doing? He’s an angel for gods sake!! He can’t do this to you!! he raises his head and shuts his eyes “i-i’m okay MC, thank you-u!” He stutters out completely flushed. Asmo is smirking behind him, loving turning the great angel Simeon’s thoughts impure. For the rest of class Simeon can’t think about anything else but how soft and supple your thighs look while sitting on your chair. He subconsciously was wishing your skirt was much smaller to see other intimate places of you, but he’d never give in to that as he doesn’t want to ruin your innocence or his own for that matter. As the class is dismissed Simeon runs for the door, he has to get to the bathroom before anyone sees the massive bulge in his pants just from looking at your legs. He gets to the bathroom and locks the door, having to “deal” with himself. “Im so sorry MC I just can’t help it, you’re so irresistible” he moans to himself while pumping his cock in a stall. thank god no one else is in here to see the state he’s in. He finishes fast to an imagination of your face below him and quickly cleans up. For the rest of the day he feels guilty, like a dirty pervert, but also needy, he needs you so bad. He’s completely torn, what should he do??
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dirwael · 9 months
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simeon, who tells himself that your soul will go to heaven. he tells himself that when your time comes, he will be able to greet you in the celestial realm, that he will smile at your halo and caress your white wings.
simeon, who hates the truth.
simeon, who knows that from your pacts on your skin - symbols of not even indulgence, flat out ownership of the seven sins - that you will be cast down to the bowels of hell. he knows that your soul will end up in one of the circles, where you will be punished for eternity, while he is supposed to turn a blind eye.
simeon, who can’t help but fantasize, but wish, but pray, that he could protect you in heaven. he dreams about hiding you in a forgotten corner of the celestial realm. he dreams about laying next to you in the plains, bodies concealed by the always blooming flowers.
simeon, who dreams about holding you.
simeon, who wishes he could kiss you.
simeon, who prays that he could be free to love you.
without the judgmental eyes of Him along his back.
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cooler-ian · 1 year
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Simeon.. much like humans, has the overwhelming urge to pet any creature smaller than himself
Don't be surprised if you're sitting down and suddenly this guy just walks up to you and starts petting you with the same genuine affection you'd pet a dog or cat with..
It's the natural order.
(He use to do this with Luke but the little bastard bit him, amen)
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Why side characters are boyfriend material?
Diavolo
Lord Diavolo is great for building a reliable relationship. He is one of those types who are always ready to listen to his partner and become better for himself and his lover.
He has a childish interest in everything, so you will never get bored with Diavolo. He often comes up with unusual ideas with which he is ready to occupy your time with him. Most of your dates were organized by Diavolo, he takes your meetings very seriously, thinking in advance about what you will do. For this reason, all your dates are perfect from start to finish.
Sometimes it may seem to you that the future king of the Devildom is a child in an adult body, but I hasten to refute this idea, because despite his frequent infantilism, he is always responsible at the right moments. So you can always rely on him.
In general, there is always a balance in a relationship with him. He is courteous and cheerful, passionate and soft, deep, but at the same time simple.
Barbatos
Barbatos does not need to be directed anywhere in the relationship, he himself will cope with it perfectly. Perhaps you will be able to have a helpful relationships with him, because his language of love is caring.
With him, you easily forget about the mini tasks that you had to do. He can take half of your worries to make life easier for you. Do not forget to also take care of him, because he is very pleased when you respond with the same gestures.
Also, his strong point is that he can speak out about things that concern him. In any relationship, it is important that the partners feel comfortable when discussing topics that bother them. Be sure that you can tell him about your problems, and that he will always be ready to listen to you and give you advice.
It's good to have a calm and comfortable relationship with him. Together with Barbatos, you can create a relationship where both you and him give all your all, so that your romantic connection is cozy for both of you.
Simeon
He is the greenest flag in the whole wide world. The relationship with him is perfect because he is very understanding and sensitive to your and his needs.
He read a lot of books, including romantic ones. As a model of behavior in a relationship, he took an example from the charming main characters, adding something of his own. He has been dedicating poems to you, in which he confessed his strong love to you every time.
If somehow, you felt offended by him, then he always solved the problem by discussing his mistakes. He never let you get away from him in an offended and sad state until he gets to the bottom of the problem and makes you happy again.
Simeon's strong shoulder lets you know of his boundless support. Do not be afraid to seem weak, Simeon will be happy to help you in any way he can, he will protect you.
Solomon
A relationship with him will always lead you to something new. This is the most striking feature of Solomon, which you need to get used to as soon as possible. He is a free man who loves to make choices that will give him something he did not know before.
As his mate, at the beginning it might seem to you that Solomon absolutely does not need anyone, he will find company for himself, cheer himself up, he will spend his immortal life without focusing on anyone. He doesn't depend on anyone. This is partly true, but still Solomon let you know that you are an important person in his life and he will not let you leave him so easily. Solomon will always be around, hanging around somewhere with you.
Solomon is the one who brings change with him. It's hard to find stability with him, because he loves chaos and unpredictability. Being with him for some time, you begin to understand that you yourself are gradually beginning to change, to get used to the character of Solomon. The relationship with him is like an adventure on a raging sea, which directs both of you in an unclear direction, where you eventually find your happiness. He is free as a cat who does not tolerate any kind of management in his side, but he will be happy to give you the opportunity to be his equal companion.
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stupidlovergirl · 10 months
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Heart to Heart
Soft moments with them pt 2
Feat. Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, Diavolo
Bros. Vers
Dev Notes: I have been fighting the sleepiest girl in the world allegations and have been losing. That is my (horrible) excuse for taking so long.
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Solomon is old. Ancient. Before the dinosaurs. Many other different age related things you make fun of him about. So when he mentioned that the Devildom was having a drive in movie night, you couldn't help but laugh.
"Why, so you can count shoulders in the car? Do the old yawn and stretch?"
"Please. Asmo would kill me for such juvenile flirting." He says with a smirk. "They're showing some old films from the human world and I thought it would be fun."
"Can you even drive?" you tease, laughing softly at him
"It's a simple yes no question, stop avoiding it" he says with fake exasperation, but the smirk on his face lets you know he isn't angry.
"Alright, we'll go on an old person date"
Old people dates slap you think to yourself. Sipping on a milkshake you and Solomon ordered from Hell's Kitchen before coming in. You did get a big bucket of popcorn, a heaping of butter on top. Solomon turns the radio on to the station and then turns to you with a smile.
"Is your shake good?" he simply asks
"Yeah! I got a- Hey!" you try to lurch away but Solomon's quick to snatch your wrist as he sucks down a part of your shake. He detaches with a loud smack and toothy grin. He laughs as you glare at him. Soon the fight ended as the movie started. The dark atmosphere, the old film, and the warmth of Solomon is comforting. You can't even make fun of him as he wraps his arm around you. He places a kiss on top your head and quietly laughs.
"I like old people dates. We should go on more" you state, voice soft. Solomon laughs at your comment, rubbing your shoulders and pulling you even closer to him.
"Okay" he whispers back
When Simeon saw you and Luke running up to him with wide smiles. "Simeon, we made stuff for a picnic! Do you want to come with us?" Luke said, smiling widely. You stood behind him, hand on his shoulder with an equally wide smile.
"We have decided to go to the small park nearby. It's usually pretty empty, so we'll have the park primarily to ourselves" you tag on, looking hopeful.
"Of course, when do you want to go?"
"Right now!" Luke and you yell in unison, both of you snatching one of his hands and leading him to the front door where the picnic basket waited. Snatching it quickly into your other hand, Luke opens the door and the little trio is off. Simeon couldn't help but laugh at the enthusiasm.
It wasn't long to get there, and the blanket was quickly set down and you three rested on it. Talking came easily, as you all ate the sandwiches and sweets in the basket till you all had your fill. Due to the good food, Luke fell into a food coma, falling asleep in your lap. You brushed through his hair, feeling a little sleepy yourself, as you leaned your head onto Simeon's shoulder. He smiled softly, resting his head onto yours. He felt the fondness in his heart grow even more.  A little family. It makes him smile. As soft snoring comes from you. He felt even more content. Yeah, he could get used to his little family.
Barbatos has been stressed out of his mind. Diavolo keeps escaping from his work, making the poor butler have to track him down, all of the preparations needed for so many upcoming events started to bog down the poor guy. Of course, no one around him could tell. He kept a pristine image, as usual. Yet, you knew, the slight twitch of his eyebrow, the quiet intake of breath, and even the twitching of his eye let you know he was in need of a major break. So when he came into his room, seeing you in his room with a large basket of bath goods, candles all around giving it a warm glow, and you had a smile on your face as you lounged on his bed with a smile and a soft fluffy robe on.
"Hello, my love" he smiles, walking towards the bed to place a soft kiss on your cheek.
"Hey Barbie" you softly coo out wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down onto the bed. "You look exausted" you simply state, kissing his eyelids as he lets out a soft sigh. "Don't worry, though, cause I'm here to rescue you!" he chuckles softly at the antics, letting out a soft sound of displeasure as you move off the bed.
"I'm off to run you a bath. Then I'll put on a stupid movie, do some face masks, maybe repaint your nails, give you a massage. That, and anything else you want."
He lets out a hum of approval as you scurry off to create a relaxing bubble bath, lighting candles, setting music, and a nice glass of Demonus for the guy. When you came back, he softly raised his head to look at you. Lovestruck. It made you feel giddy, as it's not so often that Barbatos gets so tired you can read his expressions.
"C'mon darling, lets get started on your night"
You’ve been missing Diavolo, and to remedy it, you decided to come over to his place and barge into his office. What you weren’t expecting was how tired he looked. Diavolo looked basically dead, reviewing reports and reports. When he finally looked up, the tired smile broke your heart.
“Oh Dia…” You murmured, closing the door and approaching him. Sometimes you forget how much work that suddenly piles up on his desk. As you approached him, he pushed him away from his desk. 
“Hello, my darling… Did you text me? I didn’t see it…” he asks, going to pick up his D.D.D. 
“No, it was a surprise visit. You look so tired, when was the last time you took a break?”
“Don’t worry about it” he simply says, turning to you. You step closer towards him, and sit down on his desk. He pushes up closer after you take a seat, and places his head on your lap.
“You look pretty, as usual” he murmurs, resting his head into your lap. You pet his hair, letting out a hum of a simple song.
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thebellearchives · 10 months
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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 🔞 minors dni
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~ simeon ; obey me
✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : simeon knows he shouldn’t be doing this but his desires get in the way of his angelic status, will he give in?
‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : smut, fem!reader, corruption kink, dry humping, oral sex (male receiving), simeon struggles with religion
‧₊˚ a / n : i had this idea in my head for so long omg it’s finally done!! if i’m missing anything in the cw please let me know !
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Intoxicated, disoriented, overwhelmed. Three of the words Simeon’s writer mind chose to describe his current feelings, a war had been set ablaze on his mind. He knew he wasn’t supposed to do this, he knew the right thing to do would be to stop you. But how could something wrong feel so right? The touch of your fingertips exploring the tanned skin of his chest, your shaky breath pouring in between his lips like the most luscious drink the three worlds could’ve ever produced. Your lips snapped back onto his like magnets and his shaky fingers found their way in between the strands of your hair, keeping you in place so he could indulge in the incessant frenzy your kiss wrapped him in.
“Simeon…” a needy wail left your lips, your voice like honey calling for him to join you in the bliss of the most lascivious of desires “touch me, please”
Your request was torture to him, he yearned to slide his hands up those mouth-watering thighs, to taste in his own mouth the skin of your neck and feel on his tongue the pulsating blood running through your veins in a rush of lust. He was convinced only you could make corruption feel so enticing, his will power shattering and arousal increasing the burning need for more of your whimpers.
“MC please” he cried “I’m falling for you”
“Isn’t this between you and I better than the damned glory of the skies?” your whisper just as painful as inviting “please, Simeon”
How could he deny you anything? He’d give you a throne in the celestial realm if you asked for it, with that provocative voice and those exquisite lips of yours.
So his hands flew to your knees, making their way upwards and squeezing softly, a sigh of pleasure coming from your throat to bless his hearing and feeding an uncontrollable need for more of your sounds, which clouded his mind and rationality. His turquoise eyes relished in the hypnotizing waving of your hips, until he closed them harshly and let his head rest over your chest, his heartbeat galloping faster than ever before. His stuttering breath sounded louder throughout the walls of his bedroom, so he bit his lip to stop it, begging in his head for you to please have mercy on him.
But you didn’t. Your voice called his name again, your fingers diving deep into the dark ember strands of his curls behind his neck and pulling until his open mouth was lifted up in your direction. You kissed him again, the urge to kiss back burned his throat to the point of madness, and still he didn’t.
“Just let go” you asked in a pained groan “please, I just want a kiss, it’s just a kiss”
Just a kiss. What was so wrong about a kiss? What was so wrong about this love? If heaven didn’t want him to act like this then why did it give him this filthy impetuous soul? why would they make you so painfully sublime? Simeon’s hands gabbed onto your hips and his fingers fitted so perfectly in the curves of your body, his lips kissed back and molded so flawlessly with yours that he couldn’t help but think: why would heaven make such a creature so ideal for him and not want him to have it? what kind of twisted game was that?
But then your body left him, and the cold that came with your absence almost felt like pain in his very bones.
“What are you doing?” his anxious heart suddenly scared of the idea of you leaving, even when it meant relief in his conflicted mind, his heart sang for your weight over his body again.
“I’ll show you better than heaven” and you got on your knees.
You might’ve been human but the words leaving your mouth formed the most devilish sentence he had heard since setting foot in the Devildom. The pace of his breathing quickened, watching as your hands caressed the inner sides of his thighs and made their way to the zipper of his pants, your doe shiny eyes stabbing through his, bearing a beautiful false innocence. Simeon gasped harshly when your indecorous fingers managed to pull his hard member out from his clothes, arms searching for stability on his bed. The feeling of your warm breath on his exposed and humid skin made his head spin, once again he closed his eyes in anticipation.
“God forgive me for what i’m about to let happen” the angel’s raspy voice dragged the words out of his throat, the last of his pleadings.
He allowed the seductive sense of sin finally take over his mind when the feeling of your soft tongue lapped from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip. With a moan, he clutched the bedsheets, his throat closed up in an attempt of controlling his language and his legs almost jolted in a hurry to close. There wasn’t a single drop of leniency or hesitation in the way you held him with your right hand, swirling your tongue around the tip and then slowly taking him inside your mouth. Simeon’s agape mouth exhaled in another breathy moan, he called your name in low huffs and instinctively held your head with his hands, fingers curling in your hair. You started moving, the walls of your mouth and your tongue creating a wet friction that he felt in every single one of his veins.
“Don’t stop, just like that” he begged, slowly picking up your rhythm, his hips unconsciously beginning to buckle against you.
He enjoyed the way his judgment had now been burned away by the hellfire you ignited in him, embraced the way forbidden pleasure that travelled through his frame. all he could think about was you and the way you touched him. Soft, slow delight was then replaced by intense and fiery one the moment you sped up the pace.
“W-wait-” his body contorted forwards, his fingers pulled your hair, gaining an erotic groan from you “… fuck”
He was heavily panting at this point, the muscles in his belly started to tighten, pleasure waves started to pulse throughout his whole body.
“S…Stop, if you don’t want me to- I’m gonna-”
You didn’t care, you didn’t stop, his throbbing member releasing his seed inside your mouth.
Quickly, you pulled away and swallowed the warm liquid, gasping for air afterwards and making Simeon’s eyes fly open and dart towards you. There you were, shiny lips and hazy eyes, your hair messy, and even a drop of his arousal sliding down from the corners of your lips, which you dizzily wiped away with your forearm. Simeon couldn’t believe his eyes. Even when his eyes were used to the beauty of the heavens, he had never seen anything more beautiful than you.
And yes, you were better than heaven.
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loveydovey-leviathan · 4 months
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"and i'd give up forever to touch you"
simeon x gn!reader
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simeon had always tried his best to be a good angel. for himself, for luke, for all the others who look up to him. he followed the rules, never spoke out of line, and did what he was told. he had carved his way into the heart of the celestial realm and he had intended to stay.
but then the brothers fell and he realised that maybe the place he called home wasn't as perfect as it seemed. he started questioning certain laws and rules, wondering if casting the outcasts out was truly the right thing to do. his questions had him demoted, and he became an archangel. still high-ranking, of course, but he knew what it meant. it was a warning from the higher-ups and simeon took it to heart, making sure to keep his thoughts to himself, back to being the good little angel.
he thought he was done with his act of rebellion all those years ago, but then he met you and suddenly he didn't know what was right anymore. the process was slow and steady, just like the books he writes and he found himself falling for the very essence of you, your smile, your eyes, the way your hugs felt, how you love, how you care. you were the most beautiful thing he ever had the fortune of meeting- of seeing.
he questions himself at times, wonders if you're really worth the pain that will come forth and what he'll lose if he does something irreversible. the warnings and his demoted status are proof of what could happen and loving you like this was a dangerous slope. you are human, and simeon is desperate-- but then a single passing glance and a slight wave in the hallways of rad were all it took to dispel of these thoughts, cemented how he felt and what he would do for you. he no longer questions the laws of his home because he knew he'd break them all if it meant you'd live happily.
he finally knew why lilith did what she did, because if it was for you, he too would give up everything he had ever worked towards. his rank as an archangel, his power, his heart; he'd give up anything.
he thought he knew what heaven was but being by your side felt like so much more. you were the smell of dew in the rainy mornings, the moonlight against the ocean, the burn of tea against his tongue and the warmth in his chest that comes after. it isn't an exaggeration when he says that he'd give up forever to touch you.
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leviathans-watching · 2 years
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I hope you plan on adding the dateables to the "kissing the prettiest person in the room" thing! \ (•o•) /
"kiss the prettiest person in the room" with the dateables
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includes: the dateables x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: 1.2k | rated t | m.list | pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 4
a/n: the long-awaited series finale!! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!
please reblog <333
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diavolo is holding another sleepover, and you’re all crammed into one of his living rooms, sitting in a rough circle, with some on the couches, some in chairs, and some on the floor
you’re on one of the smaller couches, sharing it with solomon and when the sorcerer gets this glint in his eyes you know he had something up his sleeve
“let’s play truth or dare,” he suggests, and though you suspect the game will devolve into chaos, many of the brothers are quickly on board
the game goes a few rounds before solomon calls on you. “mc, truth or dare?”
you balk; the dare will no doubt be something intense and possibly humiliating, but choosing truth would probably be much worse. “dare,” you say, as confidently as you can
solomon grins wickedly. “kiss the prettiest person in this room.”
you gape at him even as various protests are raised around the room.
“no, mc does it or gets punished for chickening out,” solomon insists, and you recall the punishment, which is to buy a dinner next time you’re all out, something your poor wallet really can’t handle.
“i’ll do it,” you say, and a hush falls over the room as they all wait for you to pick.
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diavolo has never played a game like this before, so he hadn’t even known such a dare was allowed! he watches you closely to make sure you seem okay with it- he really wouldn’t mind paying for the meal for you if you do decide to back out, but you seem intent on accepting.
around him, everyone stiffens in anticipation, and diavolo can’t help but be on edge too, wondering who you’ll pick. lucifer, of course, is a top contender, as is mammon, but you seem to pass over them, slowly looking around the room in his direction.
you finally make eye contact with him and he perks up, giving you a grin. would this be his chance to kiss you? he’s liked you for a long time, but has never initiated anything due to the power imbalance. but if you were the one initiating…
you stand, walking over to him.
“lord diavolo,” you say, extending a hand, “may i kiss you?”
despite himself, diavolo can feel his cheeks flushing, heat going from the tips of his ears down to his neck. he’s nervous- and excited. “you may,” he answers, hoping his voice doesn’t betray his sudden nerves. you help him stand, then lean forward.
diavolo’s eyes fall shut, and he waits, blood rushing and heart pounding. he can’t help but flinch slightly when you finally do kiss him, but before you can move away, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. you pull back some time later, eyes bright, and diavolo can’t help but wear what is, undoubtedly, a dopey smile.
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barbatos has never wished so intently to know the future as he does now. but alas, he needs diavolo’s permission, something he doesn’t have.
he knows you won’t pick him- he’s long resigned himself to being a side character in your life, moral support for when you have an issue with one of the actual main characters. and he’s okay with it. serving diavolo, baking with luke, being your friend… it’s more than enough for him.
it’s more than enough for him, so why are you approaching him, looking nervous yet determined?
“the dare was to kiss the prettiest person in the room,” you say sheepishly, stopping a fair distance away from him, gaze pinned to his, “but if you’re uncomfortable i suppose i could pick the second prettiest.” your eyes dart back to solomon, who looks supremely pleased with himself.
barbatos realizes then that no one actually expects him to accept. in his eyes, he’s not a threat, not even in the slightest. maybe he should remind them that he too is capable of going after your heart.
“no, no,” he says smoothly, reaching out and pulling you closer to him. “it’s just a dare, isn’t it?”
“yes,” you say, biting your lip. you take a deep breath then lean down to him, pressing your lips to his. he wraps his arms around you, relishing the small shudder of surprise you let out, making sure to give you a kiss you’ll never forget.
you pull away from him, dazed, and barbatos can’t help but lick his lips, satisfied with the glares he’s receiving from the rest of the group. you’d picked him, so they were powerless to actually get mad at him.
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simeon watches how solomon grins, sure he’s got you beat. he’d confided to simeon earlier how his plan was to get you to chicken out, and while simeon hadn’t really cared about it before, he now can’t help but feel like the dare’s a little much.
but you accept, leaving everyone stunned. and waiting.
simeon knows there’s a high possibility that you’ll pick him. he’s a safe choice, for one, and angels are inherently beautiful, but whatever your reasons are, he’ll gladly accept you if you do choose him.
and it looks like you’re going to, if the way that you’re glancing at him is any indication. “simeon,” you call, “can i kiss you?”
“by all means,” he says, and you stand, walking past solomon, who’s still gaping, to him. he stands to meet you, giving you a warm smile. you smile back, looking to all the world as if you were completely at ease.
the kiss is short and impersonal, but you seem to enjoy it regardless, and simeon wonders if he can get you to redo it some other time, when you both can show less restraint. you seem to know where his thoughts are, because you wink, before turning to solomon with a challenging grin, leaving him to flop back into his seat, trying to figure out how soon he can get you alone so you can redo the kiss for real.
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solomon doesn’t really think you’ll take him up on the offer, so when you do, it takes everything in him to hide his surprise. well, even if he didn’t get a free meal out of the dare, at least now he can watch you attempt to pick someone while all of the brothers try - and fail - to hide their need to be picked.
you look around, as if considering your options, and to his surprise, stay seated, giving him a good, thorough look.
“i’ll do it,” you repeat, smiling almost smugly, “but will you?”
“me?” solomon echoes, amused. “you think i’m the prettiest person in the room?”
“well, yeah,” you shrug. “so are you going to chicken out?”
his eyes narrow. “not a chance.” he scoots closer to you, intent on seeing this through to the end, and you reciprocate until the both of you are a few scant centimeters apart, thighs almost touching.
“pucker up, buttercup,” you say, and solomon does as he’s told. even though you’d shown no signs of backing down, it’s still a surprise when you actually kiss him, comandeering his lips in a way that no ones ever done before. you pull away just as he’s about to get over his shock and really kiss you back, and the look in your eyes says you know you’ve won.
“i’ll get you back for that,” solomon says threateningly, and you laugh, moving back away form him as if it were nothing.
“looking forward to it, pretty boy.”
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angelgoeslewd · 10 months
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🔮 summary: Diavolo, Simeon, Solomon, and Raphael love when you wear a skirt.
⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, skirt wearing, AFAB! reader, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism, spell sex.
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DIAVOLO:
if there’s one thing good about entrusting your heart to the leader of the Devildom, it’s that Diavolo will never, ever, hide anything from you. this includes how worked up he gets when you he sees you in your school skirt.
he’ll hug you from behind in the morning, as you try and get ready for your classes, telling you if you’re dressed like that, better not to even leave the bed at all, his hand trailing up your thigh, ruffled the skirt up to your hip and flashing your panties at him.
you don’t understand it. you tell him countless times that he’s seen you in it before and this time should be no different, but he just can’t help him! the way it flutters around your thighs, how it rests perfectly on the curve of your ass, how he can nearly see the line of your panties… it drives him wild. expect him showing up in places just to get another look at you. and to make sure no one else gives you the same looks he does.
if he jokes about you sitting on his lap at lunch, DO IT. you’ll get to watch your perfect, eloquent prince freeze up and strain to create sentences. you can feel his cock pressing into you, and his face darkens with color and the promise to ruin you as soon as he can. you wonder if you’re in over your head.
he’s got you pressed up against the bathroom wall, strong hands on your hip, helping you press into his thigh as you grind on him. “That’s it, baby,” he whispers into your ear, “Wet those pretty little panties for me, let me see if drip down your thighs. I’ll lick it up for you after.” everyone else thinks you’ve gone to help Diavolo with human student affair matters. you aren’t sure this is what they had in mind. his cock presses into the front of your cunt, you reach for it, whining for something to fill you, but he grabs your hand away, shoving it above your head. “This is about you right now. Show me how naughty my pretty girl can get.”
make you cum on his thigh until it leaks out of your panties. he’s a cruel lover sometimes. he gives you a kiss and tells you to enjoy the rest of your day, he’s got to go back to the castle since Barbatos is finally forcing him to do work.
you’ll still be fucked into the bed tonight, but if you want your night to be non-stop from the time Diavolo gets home and rips the skirt in two, right off of you, to the next morning, text him ‘updates’ of your pussy with an upskirt view. Barbatos will not appreciate how much Diavolo rushed all his work though.
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SIMEON:
you? in a skirt? that’s one way to ensure this man is all over you. Simeon isn’t one for PDA, preferring to keep all your shared, loving touches for when it’s just the two of you, but when you wear a skirt, he just can’t help himself.
it exposes your soft legs, gives him memories of the night before, having them tossed over his shoulder, his hand gently holding them, leaning his head over to kiss them as he rocks into you, guiding you to your orgasm.
his reserved nature doesn’t allow him to say anything to you on the matter, but you definitely notice how he glances at your ass you more frequently during those days, making up excuses to having his hands pressed to your thighs — “Oh, this problem isn’t correct,” he murmurs, leaning over you and using your leg for stability. he tries to distract you from his caressing by going a little too in depth on the answer, but you know your boyfriend by now. you can tell when he wants something, and smile coyly, playing along while your own hand rests on his, guiding it up your skirt further.
his face colors as you get more bold, spreading your legs when he reaches your panties, letting him feel the sticky wetness that he’s created. the library around you two are none the wiser, when his fingers push the thin fabric to the side and press into you slowly. it’s a sleepy pace, Simeon being cautious and inexperienced, but the heat in you is slowly building with his unwavering enthusiasm, the way he presses his fingers deep in you, pulling out only to rub your clit, almost as if telling you he owns this part of you, this pleasure he creates.
when you’re close, grab his wrist and gasp his name. the things he will do to you when he sees your slick drip out of you onto your skirt as he pulls his fingers out of you will be unimaginable, even for him. his gaze pins you to your chair, you’ve never seen such a look on your boyfriend’s face. such desire, such… heat. he’s smiling and asking if you’re ready to go home, but you can tell he’s on the verge of cracking.
you’re lucky Simeon has the willpower to get home and take you as soon as he gets you into the bed. you’ll never know how he almost pushed you into an alley, pulled out his cock, and stroked himself until he came all over that pretty little skirt of yours.
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SOLOMON
the second most obvious one. I’d call him the first, since he’s the most bold, telling you straight up how much he likes you in your skirt, but Diavolo is more obvious when it comes to how it affects him.
Solomon sees this as a challenge. a game between you and him to see who can break first. which is why he’ll tell you in the first place, to be honest. he wants to see your cheeks flush when he leans down and whispers his crude words to you in the lunch line, the teasing, dangerous undertone of his unsaid promise teetering on the verge of being a threat.
he is the most touchy of them all, not even trying to hide how he gets his hands all over you, maybe to your embarrassment. when mammon is calling him out on it, it’s a lot. he tells the demon to mind his own business and to stop looking at his darling apprentice in such a manner, but doesn’t make any move to keep his hands off your waist and to himself.
will flip up your skirt. only does it when he’s the only one behind you, but does it to get a reaction out of you. you’re seeing a pattern here. when Solomon wants attention, he gets absolutely unbearable. whether it’s his underhanded comments, being physically a nuisance, or the way you can tell he’s planning something, it’s really up to you how long you want to let this go on. want to try and make it through the school day? sure, but it won’t be easy with your sorcerer interjecting himself into everything you do. the more you try to ignore him, the harder he’ll try.
want a way to get him back? ask him to try his new spell out on you, watch his eyes light up with delight at your suggestion, and sit back to enjoy the show. if you can.
see, being a sorcerer, you sometimes come across magic that was simply made for the user’s pleasure and have almost no way to test it out. of course, when he has you…
being able to feel your cunt around him, despite being across the room from you. it’s exactly the payback he deserves. you can watch him strain to keep a level expression, his jaw clenched as he feels your wet heat holding him securely. you can feel a phantom of a cock throbbing inside of you, wondering if you’ll make Solomon come in his pants. shift around to watch him try and stifle groans at your action. he’s a bad sport, however, and if he starts to lose, he quickly dissipate the spell.
it’ll only keep him at bay for a small time, however, and while you can keep doing it, Solomon is just going to get better at playing. he’ll turn it around on you quickly, so you better make arrangements to get him off or he’ll make you miserable.
and the only he’ll accept as an ‘apology’ for your behavior towards your ‘mentor’ is letting him cum in you and letting it leak out of you so it ruins your skirt.
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RAPHAEL
whew, boy. here we go. there’s a good chance you never realize how your clothing choice affects your angel. mainly because Raphael avoids you. to the point of where you almost never see him throughout the day because he just leaves the room whenever he spots you. and no one calls him out on it because, well. it’s Raphael. no one knows what he’s thinking.
seriously? what the hell. he always does this when you wear skirts, too. and you’re getting rather sick of it, to be honest. you just want to at least SEE him. and treating you like a wild animal he has to be wary around isn’t very healthy of him, no matter what his problem is with you. ESPECIALLY when it’s coming from him, the celestial creature who makes demons quiver and whatnot.
cornering him is probably the only option. sometimes he has such a good poker face and is so good at turning tail that not even Simeon can help you. he tells you just to ask Raphael about it, since, “He probably won’t… can’t lie, to you, of all people.” whatever that means. so you have to go on an angel hunt.
so you do. it takes a while, but you find him in the gardens, sitting, attempting to read a book, you say attempting because you can tell he’s not having much success by the knit of his brow. you almost don’t do it, since he seems irritated enough, but work up your courage when he sees you and immediately closes his choice of material and tries to leave again.
“Really? You’re going to try and avoid me again?” he at least has the decency to look ashamed.
“I… I’m not avoiding you.” bullshit. he’s sweating. his one tell.
“So what do you call leaving every time I come into a room, then?”
“Trying to maintain my dignity.” what. the fuck. does that even mean. he can tell you’re flabbergasted, confused, and fed up with his behavior, so he sighs, finally giving in and sitting down on the bench. “When… you wear stuff like this,” he admits, shyly, dog-earing a page back and forth between his fingers, “It makes me feel. A certain way.”
you blink. oh. oh. so that’s why he…
you get it. he’s an Angel. you can’t expect that from him, not when his role is so dire to his world. it would be like asking him to give up his job, his very being for existence for you. you realize then why he was trying to distance himself. to excuse himself from such emotions for a human creature. you won’t see bad history repeat itself in the man you love.
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I...” had such an effect on you. now that it’s out, you feel embarrassed at your rash actions, not even taking the time to consider what Raphael was going through. it’s the same reason why you hesitate at calling him your boyfriend, he’s got more on his shoulders then you could ever imagine, and you can’t ask him to give it all up for you. “I’m… just gonna go.”
his hand shoots out and grips your wrist at an impossible speed, his eyes widening at the thought of you leaving. it melts your heart and worries you all at once.
“No, no… you’re already here. And it wasn’t right of me not to tell you. It wasn’t fair. You should know,” he says, looking away from you as he adds, “And I miss you.”
your heart flutters, yearning to be close to him, and you let yourself sit next to him, daring to sit so close that your arms touch. “I missed you too. It’s why I was so upset. I thought you were angry at me or I did something wrong-”
“Nothing like that,” he murmurs, picking his book up again. he flips to a random page, but after a while of sitting and enjoying his company, you can tell he isn’t reading. he keeps glancing at your legs, your skirt dipping where you’ve spread them slightly to make yourself comfortable.
“Raphael…?” his eyes flicker up to meet yours. you didn’t realize the extent of his words. it’s almost smoldering, how much heat and desire fills his ocean eyes. it runs through you as deep and as quick as his spear could, the threat of something equal parts dangerous and exciting. you can’t help yourself, wanting to indulge in this emotion from him that you don’t get to see very often. you reach over slowly, closing his book, letting your fingers linger on the edge. his lips are inches from yours, hot breath fanning over your own.
there’s no one around to tell if he breaks.
[psst . . . if you liked Raphael’s part and want more, there’s a continuation here!]
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