1. Yes They Have To Fight, 2. Tell Me Whos Fighting Who In The Tags! (Ill Add The Most Ridiculous Combos

1. Yes they have to fight, 2. Tell me who’s fighting who in the tags! (I’ll add the most ridiculous combos in a reblog)

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Studying for an Exam with Simeon

Pairing: Simeon x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, studying together, teasing, distractions, sitting in his lap, reward system, accidental groping

A/N: Would you be able to focus with him? I don't think I would.

He knew you were behind on your studies so he chose to tutor you, no big deal he's done this for people before

A simple tutoring lesson shouldn't have posed such an issue for him, yet he felt like he was having a harder time than you

When you'd get stuck on question you'd get this really cute pout and his heart simply melted

Usually he would remind others not to get distracted

This time it was him who constantly found himself staring at you, so much so that you asked if he asked you here to study for the test or to study you

Not used to this kind of teasing he tried to get back on track only to get all hot and bothered when you sat in his lap

Well if you're right in front of him he can make sure you're not cheating somehow so this is acceptable

Plus now Simeon could just look at the books and the notes

Being careful to not overstep boundaries he put his hands gently around your hips

You were the one who couldn't focus now, with his voice so close, his breath tickling your ear and neck and his hands almost making contact with your skin

There is one more method he could try with you, usually when people have trouble focusing having a reward system helps

It can be a snack, some free time, talking for a bit, checking your phone, anything within reason really

You ask for a kiss as a joke figuring he would go for it but to your surprise he leans in, a shy smile on his lips and his blue eyes teasing

You haven't answered the question yet

This takes you so off guard that you move forward causing his hands to slip upwards and cup your breasts through your shirt

His touch is like fire, making your cheeks and the rest of you body burn

It stirs feelings within Simeon as well, his reacting more than making itself knows when you sit back down on his lap

After a few moments of tense silence you whisper out the correct answer

He did promise a reward, but only if you're okay with it after what just happened

You give him another answer, this time in the form of a kiss

Summary: After waking up MC has to conquer a hangover and some other problems, but nothing breakfast can't fix.

Word count: 2400+

Disclaimer: contains mentions/references of self-harm, minor panic attack, hangover symptoms, GN!MC, use of they/them, MC and other characters are implied to be in a polyamorous relationship, light angst, this is a repost of a previously deleted post

chapter 1 || chapter 3

The morning moonlight of Devildom shone through the window of MC’s room creating a picturesque image anyone would find mesmerizing, however, MC wasn’t the same mind. Right now they found it annoying that the stupid moonlight was shining through a stupid window, waking them up with a stupid pounding headache. They slowly opened their eyes, wincing at both pain and light, bothering them at the most inconvenient time. Why do I even have a headache?... Right, I went to the Fall with Asmo and Mammon last night. They looked both ways and noticed the sixth- and second-born still asleep, each with an arm splayed over them. They sighed glad to have been brought here by the two and that none of them decided to sleep nude, but their thoughts were interrupted by a headache intensifying for a few seconds. Okay, okay, prioritize. Painkillers and magnesium are in the bathroom cabinet. They awkwardly wiggled their way under the covers to the bottom of the bed and slowly sat up. Taking a few deep breaths, they stood up and moved the curtains to block the moon from bothering the other two. Quietly grabbing the water bottle from the bedside and heading to the bathroom. MC found their small soon-to-be saviours in a pill shape and downed them with a chug of water. Now that they were out of bed and out of the grasp of two demons they were starting to feel the chill, particularly unusual for them, chill on the arms. Their eyes shot to their exposed arms, the cover-up was missing in some places while smudged in others. Deformed skin and magical ink showing through. It was obvious now, that one of them must have changed them into these clothes. The headache faded into the background as the realization dawned on them. Did they see the marks? It’s not out of the realm of possibilities, but they surely were also drunk, and maybe whoever changed them didn’t pay mind to this. They definitely weren’t blackout drunk, well at least one of them couldn't have been if all three of them were at the HoL and not in their party outfits. Their breathing was starting to get heavy, vision centred on the sink they were now clutching and arms starting to shake. No, no, no. No time to panic. MC shook their head, opened and turned on the water. If you act suspicious, you’ll raise suspicions. They splashed cold water onto their face in an attempt to calm themselves. Taking deep, long breaths and wiping their face with a towel. From the corner of their eye, they caught the glimpse of the shirt in the bathtub and let out a heavy sigh, exiting the room. Stepping towards the closet, they started looking for a hoodie. They pulled out a plain navy blue one when they heard a knock on the door.

“MC? Are you awake?” After hearing Satan’s voice, MC put on the hoodie and opened the door. “Ah, good morning kitten, I see you’re up. I didn’t see you here last night when I came to give you the book you asked for, so I thought I’d give you a heads-up before I start making breakfast. Just so you can avoid Lucifer nagging you about it”

“Morning Satan, and thank you, the heads-up is very much appreciated” They smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “I’ll let the rest know about your warning,” they said glancing back at the bed with a smile, where Asmo and Mammon were still sleeping.

“Honesty, they’ll never learn.” the fourth-born shook his head, “Well, at least they got smarter about sneaking back into the house. Do you want tea or coffee?”

“Herbal tea would be great. You know, the one on the second shelf.”

“Will do.” Satan pecked the corner of their lips and headed towards the kitchen, “See you at breakfast” MC waved back to him and closed the door.

They stepped back to the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and magnesium and put it on the nightstand along with a water bottle. They were standing for a moment by the bedside, mulling over if it would be funny to give them an aggressive wake-up by jumping onto the bed. They thought yes, but decided against it. Instead, they leaned over the bed and shook both demons gently, giving each a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Rise and shine” they spoke as the pair was rousing from sleep, “that, or we’ll be hearing from Lucifer for skipping breakfast.” MC sat on the edge of the bed. “Good morning, you two.”

“Mornin’ treasure” Mammon responded sitting up and stretching and yawning, “ya know you gave us some real trouble on the way back”

“Can’t say I remember well and with that, I refuse to believe I wasn’t on my best behaviour as a Human Word representative,” they replied jokingly while offering pills and water to the white-haired demon. He took them both and then passed them to Asmo.

He took it and popped pills from both boxes “Darling, you know I have nothing against letting loose, especially on weekends, but next time maybe stop before you reach the throwing-up point.” He huffed, hair dishevelled and the waves flattened from the night's sleep.

“Will do. This is off-topic but,” the human looked over the t-shirt Asmo was wearing, "I should assume that at this point all my clothes have become communal good?"

"Oh you're the one to talk," Mammon jabbed a finger between their ribs "ain't that Levi's hoody?"

"I will neither confirm, nor deny it" they tried blocking his further attempts at tickles and a smell of food started to get into the room from the kitchen, "I think we should get going." 

"Yeah, maybe we should, or maaaaaybe we can… wait!" In a blink of an eye, Mammon grabbed MC by the waist and hauled them onto the bed and started tickling them.

"Hahahaha! No Mammon hahaha!" their attempts to reverse their position were futile" St– hahaha! Stop it, hahaha!" was all they could manage before surrendering to the laughter and tickles. In all that, MC failed to notice the flash of concern that crossed Asmo's face before he got out of bed.

When they got to the dining room everyone was already there and since it was Saturday each brother was still in their pyjamas, except of course the ever-perfect Lucifer. All three threw a quick good morning to the room. Mammon and Asmo sat in their places and MC went around the table, giving each of the brothers the daily morning kiss before sitting between Satan and Lucifer. Satan passed them the mug with tea, and they nodded to him, mouthing a “Thank You”. Breakfast proceeded like always and MC was trying to see if either of the demons they went out partying with yesterday acted any different, but everything was like always. Maybe they were overthinking it this morning. Then Lucifer cleared his throat.

"I hope you three got a good rest last night, Mammon, Asmo, MC?" he was asking nonchalantly, but everyone knew where this was going. 

"And what makes you ask such a question, dear Lucifer?" MC wasted no time replying in an overly polite manner.

"It was hard not to hear someone hitting the wall and cursing at the top of their lungs at around, let me think, three in the morning." 

"Am I to take you were still awake back then? Working perhaps? Despite the fact that you were asked to not work this late to not tire your eyes? Do you want to go and get another prescription? Again." the words laced with a friendly threat, only MC had enough guts or stupidity or both to direct them at the Avatar of Pride. They side-glanced Lucifer as they sipped from their mug.

Lucifer only hummed and got back to his coffee as a wave of quiet snicker washed over the table. The quick daily banter was over with MC coming out on top this time. After breakfast was over, MC started to collect the dishes and put them all into the sink. Satan might be on cooking duty, but this week dishwashing is on them. Cleaning up didn’t take very long, but it was enough time for Beel to make two trips to the fridge, bringing Belphegor along with him on the second one. While the famished twin was rummaging through the fridge, Belphie latched himself on MC and started to drift off with his head on their shoulder. While normally MC would just let him be, currently it was annoying to do the dishes like that. They tried to unclutch the demon from them but to little effect.

“Let go you little leech, or you’ll taste the water from the dirty plates” they managed their most serious threatening voice.

“You wouldn’t dare” the youngest turned his head and squinted towards them.

“Try me.” MC put down the plate they were scrubbing and put the wet hands dangerously close to Belphies face. At this point, the smaller twin backed out and let MC out of his grasp. 

“You sometimes act so deviously” Beel commented with a mouthful of food to which MC let out a soft chuckle.

“Why of course I do,” They fluttered their eyes towards him, “I have pacts with all seven Avatars of Sin and even though everyone thinks Solomon is the scary one they are failing to notice that I, The Great Sorcerer MC, am the real threat.” Saying that MC smiled, putting a hand over their cheek to look more innocent to contrast with the short yet grand speech. They quickly realized their mistake and made a disgusted face at a wet hand touching their face, and immediately started wiping their face with the sleeve.

“The Magnificent Sorcerer is still a dorkish sheep, though,” Belphie smirked with his head on the pillow.

“And I’m proud of it, thank you very much” MC turned back towards the sink and resumed the scrubbing of the plate.

“Are you free after this?” Belphie asked.

“Nope, unfortunately, I’m fully booked today. And to that, I gotta check if the other participant is still up for hanging out.”

Belphie only hummed in response, obviously not happy at being shot down. The two exited the kitchen, with the redhead ruffling MC’s hair for goodbye. When all the plates were clean, they wiped their hands and took out their D.D.D.

The Lord of Shadow

Henry: we still up for the maid cafe? how long do you need?

The Lord of Shadow: Yes, the event is ending soon and I have to do daily tasks so give me about an hour.

Henry: *OK demoji*

That answered one question and gives them some time before the outing. Now for the second question.

TEAM PARTYYYYY(3)

MC: where are you two?

Mammon: common area

MC: good.

Mammon: MC? What does that dot mean?!!

Mammon: MC??!!

They whipped out two mugs, flour, eggs, dark cocoa and milk. Putting all the ingredients together and mixing until all was smooth, they added some of their special chocolate from the sacred stash and put both mugs in a microwave. After they were done, they stabbed a teaspoon in each and headed to the common room. When they entered, Asmo was wiping off the nail polish from his nail only to start painting it again while Mammon was scrolling through his phone, but immediately looked up when he heard footsteps.

“Thanks for not ditching me on the side of the road last night” they half laughed, handing each demon a mug cake.

“Of course, The Great Mammon would never ditch ya!” he immediately dug into the small cake,“ Ya are My Human after all and I’m your first man!” the avatar of greed gloated while triumphantly pointing the little spoon in the air.

“Hurr-durr, “the first man” and yet you still blush and stutter when they hold your hand in public” Asmodeus teased his older brother. He set the nail polish down and started eating the cake. Mammon's face quickly became flushed and all he blurted out was a quiet “shut up” before going back to eating. MC only shook their head at the brother’s antics. “Darling this is delicious,” he hesitated for a moment, “Do I taste this fancy chocolate you got from that witch the other day?”

“Why thank you, and yes this is my special chocolate. It has some kind of calming potion added if I remember correctly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to change into something else before going out with Levi.”

“Have fun~” Asmo waved to them before going back to his nails.

“See ya MC.”

They got to their room and picked out the clothing for their date with Leviathan, then headed to the bathroom. They stood facing away from the mirror. If you don't look at them, it’s like they don't exist. They took a deep breath and started changing with their eyes closed, and opened them only after they were fully changed. The soulmate tattoo talk was something kids in primary school were fawning over during sleepovers, but they often wondered if they were doing their soulmates dirty, not looking for them, any of them, and living their love-filled life here in Devildom. They quickly shook their hand to shoo away the bad thoughts. Exiting the bathroom they grabbed a blanket, put it in a bag and threw the bag over a shoulder. Maybe we could do some gaming later under that huge tree in the park? They headed to Leviathan’s bedroom to get the snake boy out of the “terrarium” and were positively surprised to see him already waiting outside the door, fiddling with his fingers.

“Finished early?” MC stretched out an arm towards him with a hand doing a grabbing motion and waited to see if Levi was okay with “touchy-feely normie stuff” today.

“Yeah, I wanted to get out with you sooner.” He said looking down and grabbing their hand gently, in response they moved some of his fringes out of his eyes and smiled at him and both headed to the front door.

The morning events put them at ease, making them forget the panic they experienced this morning. That’s just what they needed to calm themselves down, settling back into the routine. The same couldn’t be said about a certain demon, who couldn’t seem to jump back to his usual self.

May god show mercy, cuz I certainly wont.

Babygirl, your religious\parental trauma is showing