#sleepover

funnybunny week day 1: sleepover. accidentally falling asleep while watching a movie, a classic

give me spin the bottle. everyone nervously aitting in a circle slowly getting more and more turned on by seeing their friends make out. as we get more high and drunk everything just keeps getting sloppier and more wild. until it's a haze of hot sweaty groping and kissing and grinding

give me seven minutes in heaven. you and a short, quiet girl you dont know well enter the dark closet. as soon as the door closes she grabs you by the throat and and pushes you against the wall. she squeezes your bulge over your underwear and shoves her tongue down your throat. your moans and whines are drowned out by everyone else listening to music and chatting and having a nice time. while none of them bother to think about how you have become a puddle in this woman's hands. and then eventually a knock comes on the door, she retracts and you stumble out. everyone sees how red and sweaty you are, how fucked up your hair ia, they woop and cheer and giggle, and then the next pairing is sent in.

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The game talks about how the brothers often end up sneaking in MC's room to hang out sooo whats it like when they sneak in at night? UMM THESE ARE A LIL' LONGER THAN PART 1 FORGIVE ME...

Pairings: Satan, Asmo x gn!mc

Content: Some spicy suggestion/implied intimacy, kissing, cuddling, etc.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Satan

CRASH The sound of shattered glass fills the air, shouting and then heavy footsteps pounding closer and closer, followed by a knock at your door. When you open it, you’re not surprised to see sharp green eyes slicing into you, but the moment they meet yours, they soften. “Can I come in? I need to get away from these idiots.” He spits out the word idiots like it’s some kind of curse. The sound of Mammon and Levi’s shouting echoes into your room, followed by more crashing. “LEVI, DO NOT SUMMON LOTAN IN THIS HOUSE,” Lucifer’s voice cuts through the chaos downstairs. It’s not long before you hear rushing water and more yelling. You purse your lips and decide against getting involved in… whatever is happening downstairs. You notice the way Satan’s shoulders bunch, his knuckles going white around the book he’s holding. His breath is heavy with barely suppressed wrath, and when he looks at you, his eyes are almost desperate, like he needs you. So you let him in. Because of course you do. He sighs sharply the moment the door shuts behind him. “I swear, every time I try to enjoy a new book, they find a new way to ruin it.” He clutches the book a little tighter, but when he turns back to you, some of that irritation fades. “Can I… finish my book here?” His voice is lower now, calmer, and he’s avoiding your gaze as he asks. “You can read here whenever you want, Satan.” You can’t help but smile as you slip back into the comfort of your bed, pillows propped up as you crack open your own book, legs pulled comfortably to your chest. You hear his amused chuckle as he climbs onto the bed beside you, smiling down at you fondly. When he settles next to you, shoulders brushing, it's like he was never angry at all. "What are you reading?" He asks softly. When you look at him, he's watching you with so much affection it almost takes your breath away. You hand him the book without saying a word, pink dusting your cheeks. He gives you his own book in exchange, glancing over yours with curiosity. His is about cats, of course. He opens your book, fingertips tracing down the page as he starts reading, the corners of his lips lifting in a small smile. You rest your head on his shoulder, flipping open his book in return. You stay like that until you’ve both finished each other’s books, wrapped in the comforting silence of simply being together. At some point, he shifts closer, draping an arm around your waist, his thumb drawing slow, soothing circles on your hip. When he finally closes the book, he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. One of the things you love about Satan is that you never have to fill the silence. He never has to ask to stay the night, and you don’t need to tell him you’re tired. He places the books on your nightstand, shrugging off his jacket and sweater until he’s down to just boxers. Then he stretches out beside you, dimming the warm lights with a flick of his wrist. His fingers thread into your hair, guiding your head onto his shoulder. Your hand rests on his chest, drawing lazy patterns against his skin, the kind of touch he’d never let anyone else give. You both murmur contentedly as you snuggle into each other. “I’ll have to thank Levi later for flooding the house,” he says, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “I finally got some alone time with you. It’s almost poetic,” he murmurs, lips still brushing your skin.

You tilt your head up, smiling softly. "I might just flood the house next time, if it means more of this." He laughs, taking your hand and pressing your palm to his cheek. “I’ve wanted a quiet night with you for longer than I care to admit.” His voice is softer now. The room is quiet enough that you can hear his breathing slow, deepen. “And now that I have you like this,” he murmurs, “I don’t plan on giving my brothers a single second of you until morning.” His eyes flick down to your lips, just long enough that your breath catches before he leans in. His lips brush yours once, a question, soft enough to make your chest tighten. When you lean into him, that’s when he kisses you fully. Slow at first, like he’s savoring you. His fingers slide into your hair, pulling you closer, tilting your head as he deepens the kiss. A quiet sound slips from him, half sigh, half growl, the kind he only ever makes for you. The mattress dips as he shifts, rolling above you, one hand buried in your hair while the other braces beside your head. Your fingers slide into his hair in return, tugging lightly. Earning a low, appreciative growl and a gentle nip at your lower lip that sends your heart stumbling. His mouth trails down your skin, lingering at the curve of your neck. The soft bite he leaves there promises a mark you’ll see in the morning. His hand slips from your hair and trail down your side, warm and steady, settling on your hip. He squeezes until a small, soft whine escapes you before you can catch it. He smiles against your neck. “Good,” he whispers, voice low and rough in your ear. “That's the sound I like to hear.” His lips capture yours again, more demanding this time. You spend the night tangled together, breaths melting into one until the steady sound of his exhausted breathing finally lulls you to sleep. By morning, you wake to find him still wrapped around you, his lips resting against your neck, face tucked into the warm curve at your shoulder. He kept you all to himself that morning. WC: 988 (can you tell he's one of my favs?)

Asmodeus

You had a long day. So long, in fact, that even Mammon steered clear of you as you stomped up the winding stairs to your room, grumbling with each step. You longed for nothing more than the peace and quiet of your room after all the bullshit of your day. When you opened the door, the sight that greeted you was not your lovely vacant room, but instead Asmo sitting on a cushion with a variety of nail polishes, beauty masks, and snacks. Warm candles bloomed in the room, flames flickering, as red roses splayed across your floor. "Asmo, I'm not—" "Wait! Don’t yell at me yet! I heard you had a terrible day and I couldn’t just sit there doing nothing, so… ta-da! Spa night. Featuring me, obviously." He pats the cushion beside him, already holding out a bottle of nail polish. "Just let me pamper you, okay? ♡" You open your mouth to argue but sigh instead, dropping your stuff to the floor before making your way over, plopping in defeat on the cushion, hand held out for him to take. Asmo laces your fingers with his as he pulls your hand into his lap. “There we go,” he hums. “See? You look so much better when you’re not frowning. It was practically giving me wrinkles.” You laugh despite your sour mood. “Asmo!” He taps the bottle against his knee, watching the polish swirl before he unscrews the bottle, carefully brushing your favorite color onto your nails with an attention he rarely uses on anything that isn't himself. "You deserve to be taken care of," he says after a moment, smiling as he paints your nails. And you can feel some of the tension that had been building up fade away as he dotes on you. "Thank you," you murmur, a soft smile tugging at your lips. He tilts his head, eyes sparkling. "Oooh, look at how stunning! ♪" He motions to your drying nails, beaming with pride at his lovely work. "Now, time for some skincare!" He grabs a small bowl filled with green clay. He dabs some on his fingers before spreading it gently across your face. He hums contentedly as he works, chatting about your favorite shows and snacks, making jokes, and occasionally giving a flirty compliment. Soon, the room is filled with soft laughter, flickering candlelight, and the cozy scent of roses. "Oh, we have to take photos! Please, please, I want to remember this!" He pouts, his own green clay sliding down his face, and you can't help but laugh, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. "Of course we can take photos, Asmo." You smile, and he squeals excitedly. He turns your room into a full on photoshoot, taking selfie after selfie until the two of you are laughing on the floor, tangled together.

After you both catch your breath from laughing, Asmo pulls you up with a dramatic twirl. "Come on! We have to rinse these off before they dry completely. My pores are screaming!" He drags you to his bathroom, still giggling, and you stand side by side at the mirror, washing away the green clay while he tells you about the latest Devilgram drama. By the time you're back in your room, no longer green faced, you're lounging with a small tray of snacks between you, your favorite show playing on the TV. Asmo snuggles close, arms wrapped around yours. "Mmm, this is nice, isn't it?" He nuzzles closer. "See? I told you I'd make everything better. Nobody takes care of people quite like Asmo does ♪" He pauses, then adds more softly, "…Especially not people I actually care about." You hum in agreement, letting your head rest against his shoulder. "You're staying, right?" you ask, voice already heavy with sleep. Asmo gasps dramatically. "Oh, so NOW you want me to stay? And here I thought you were going to kick me out!" But he's already adjusting the pillows, making himself comfortable. "Of course I'm staying. What kind of demon would I be if I left you all alone after pampering you?" You hum contentedly in response, already half-asleep. He dims the candles with a wave of his hand, settling in beside you. "Besides, I look far too cute right now to waste it on just walking back to my room alone. You get exclusive Asmo cuddles tonight!" He pulls you closer, intertwining his legs with yours as you both nestle into the soft blanket. One hand finds yours, fingers lacing together, while his other arm wraps around your waist. You rest your hands against his chest, breathing in the scent of his perfume mixed with roses. The last thing you remember is his fingers gently playing with your hair, and the sound of his contented humming. WC: 779

OMG I DID IT AGGGH. Despite being one of my faves, Satan was by far the hardest to write for AHHH (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ (I spent 2 days editing his story...)

Anyways! Beel and Belphie's parts will hopefully be out Sunday night! And then we shall see where I go from there! Defiantly doing some holiday head cannons soon...

(Let me know if you enjoyed the stories... pretty plz) Ok byeee!

Sonamy Week 2025 | Day 5 - “Sleepover”

Apart from the obvious reason, there’s just something so exhilarating about that ‘first sleepover.’ It might be the first time you’re getting a glimpse into the window of your partner’s nightly routine. Even the most mundane tasks like teeth-brushing become fascinating because they’re being done by your person and suddenly you’re curious about every last thing they do. ‘He washes his face before bed? No wonder his complexion is so nice!’ ‘Oh, so she puts on lotion at night. That’s why she always smells so good.’ ‘If I wasn’t here, would he read a book to wind down or does he watch tv until he falls asleep?’ ‘Her pajamas are so cute! Does she always wear these or did she pick out the cutest pair just because I’m here?’ That first time is such a sweet yet thrilling experience, and so I hope I properly captured all that tender excitement between Sonic and Amy in this piece 🥰

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