♡･ﾟ𓏸 Sleeping With Them (Literally) 𓏸･ﾟ♡
♡ Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, gn!reader ♡ Warnings: Fluff, comfort, implied bad dreams, physical affection, mutual pining?? maybe??, Levi being awkward™, clingy behavior, some light tsundere energy, protective vibes, some suggestiveness (Asmo’s default setting), Beel being The Best™ ♡ Notes: This was purely self-indulgent and born from a burst of insomnia and a deep need for sleepy demon boy comfort. No prompt, just vibes. Gender-neutral reader. Each brother reacts in his own sweet, awkward way—and yes, they’re all canonically clingy now. I don’t make the rules.
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🕯️Lucifer
You find him still awake in the dead of night, seated at his desk, lit only by the glow of a single lamp
He's reviewing RAD paperwork with the usual stoic focus, barely glancing up when you enter
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, voice low, a touch concerned despite the neutrality in his tone
You nod, murmuring something vague about a bad dream, and instead of brushing you off, he gestures silently to the small sofa by the window
You sit with your blanket in hand, intending just to be nearby, and he lets you—doesn’t press for details, just returns to his work
Somewhere between the quiet scratch of his pen and the rhythmic turn of pages, your eyes slip shut
When you wake, it's morning. You're not on the sofa. You’re in his bed
The covers are warm, tucked carefully around you, and the scent of his cologne clings faintly to the pillow
His coat hangs neatly over the chair beside you, a fresh cup of tea steaming on the nightstand
He’s nowhere in sight, but you have the distinct feeling he didn’t sleep—just quietly carried you to bed when he saw your head nod
No one says anything about it later, but you catch him watching you a little longer at breakfast that morning
The kind of watchfulness that says: next time, just come straight to me
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💰 Mammon
He’s already in bed, hair rumpled, one leg kicked out of the blanket like always
You knock quietly and peek in, mumbling that you can’t sleep
His eyes go wide, then he fumbles upright, totally alert
“Wha—? You okay? What happened? You hurt?”
You tell him it’s just a nightmare, nothing big
He softens immediately, scoots over, and pats the mattress beside him like it’s obvious
“C’mon. Ain’t no bad dreams gonna mess with you while I’m here.”
You lie down next to him and he tries so hard to play it cool—arms behind his head, eyes on the ceiling
That lasts five seconds
He shifts closer like he’s not doing it on purpose, like you won't notice him curling toward you
When your hand brushes his by accident, he makes a strangled noise and goes stiff… then grabs it like it’s the most natural thing in the world
“Jus’ so ya don’t get cold,” he mutters, clearly blushing even in the dark
You fall asleep fast, wrapped up in warmth and the quiet muttering of “I gotcha, I’m here” under his breath
When you wake up, he’s out cold, drooling slightly, and clinging to you like a barnacle
You try to move. His grip tightens. You are not escaping
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🎮 Leviathan
You didn’t even mean to fall asleep
One second you were watching a cozy slice-of-life anime with him, head tipped against the beanbag, and the next, darkness
Levi notices right away
He panics internally.
Like full-blown “I’m not equipped to deal with this cuteness” meltdown
But you look… comfortable. Peaceful. So he freezes in place
Slowly, carefully, he lowers the volume, gets up, and drapes his hoodie over your shoulders
He debates letting you stay there all night—but what if you get a crick in your neck? What if you wake up cold?
Eventually, he picks you up. Carries you. Cradles you like a rare body pillow
You don’t wake up
He tucks you into his bed, sets a Ruri-chan plush beside you for moral support, and flops onto the floor with a blanket and his headphones
When you wake up, it’s early morning. His lights are dimmed pink, the room is silent, and he’s snoring softly with a controller still in his hands
You stare at him for a long minute, heart aching a little at how sweet he looks like that
You don’t say anything when he wakes up an hour later, scrambling into an apology
You just smile and tell him you slept fine
He’s red for a full day
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📚 Satan
He’s in his room reading, legs folded under him on the couch, a novel in one hand and a mug of tea in the other
You knock gently, eyes tired, and when he sees your face, he softens
“Bad dreams?” he asks, and there’s no teasing in it—just genuine concern
Without a word, he shifts to make space, patting the cushion beside him
You curl up with your blanket, shoulder brushing his, and he casually pulls another throw over both of you
He doesn’t say much, but his presence is calm, anchoring
Eventually your head tips against his arm and your breathing slows
He waits a few minutes to be sure you’re truly out, then sets his book aside and just… watches you
Not in a creepy way—just quietly fascinated by how peaceful you look, even after the nightmare
When you wake, you’re no longer on the couch—you’re in his bed, under soft sheets
The book he’d been reading is closed beside you, and there’s a little note tucked into the pages with your name on it
You keep it
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💅 Asmodeus
He’s brushing out his hair at his vanity when you show up at his door, looking rumpled and half-asleep
“Darling, what’s wrong?” he coos, spinning around in a silk robe
When you admit you couldn’t sleep, his whole demeanor changes—still sweet, but softer, more grounded
“Say no more. Come here.”
He leads you straight to his bed, the sheets cool and silky, the scent of his perfume already comforting
You curl up under the covers while he finishes his routine—face mask, lip balm, a quick spritz of sleep spray
Then he slips in beside you, warm and gentle, his arm draped loosely over your waist
He talks to you in low whispers about nothing important—pretty things, soft clothes, silly gossip—until your eyes close
The moment you drift off, he goes quiet, tucking your hair behind your ear and watching your face with a look so tender it almost doesn’t feel like Asmo
The next morning, you wake up to a kiss on the forehead and a softly sung “good morning, sleepyhead”
He never lets you forget how cute you looked curled up against him—but there’s something genuine in his voice when he adds,
“If you ever need me again, you know where I am.”
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🍔 Beelzebub
It starts with you falling asleep in the kitchen
You’d gone down for a late-night snack, found Beel already there eating cereal straight out of the box
He didn’t say much, just gave you a smile and pushed the box your way
You talked for a while, then leaned against the counter… then slumped onto the bench… and then lights out
Beel doesn’t wake you. Just watches you for a bit to make sure you’re really asleep
Then he scoops you up, careful like you’re made of glass
You wake up halfway through the walk to his room, tucked against his chest
“You looked tired,” he says simply. “You can sleep here tonight.”
His bed smells like vanilla protein powder and fresh laundry. He hands you one of his shirts as a sleep top. It’s comically large
Beel climbs into bed after you and stays on “his side” at first—very polite, very stiff, very big brother energy
But the second you roll toward him, drowsy and half-mumbling his name? He’s there
One arm around your waist, tucking you in close. His chin rests against the top of your head
“I’ll stay up a little longer to make sure the nightmare doesn’t come back,” he whispers
He’s asleep within five minutes
You wake up entirely under him. Full body weight. He's warm. You can't move. He looks peaceful. You stay there
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💤 Belphegor
You creep into the attic room after a nightmare, not expecting him to be awake
He is
Barely opens one eye, gives you a sleepy “What’s wrong?”
You whisper that you can’t sleep, and he lifts the covers without another word
No teasing, no drama—just the quiet shift of space being made for you
You crawl in beside him, the star-speckled canopy of the ceiling above you
His arms find your waist automatically. He’s already half-asleep again
“You’ll sleep better here,” he mumbles against your shoulder. “I always do”
Within seconds, he’s out cold
But you’re not. Not yet
You lie there for a bit, warm and stunned, because his breathing is deep and even and his grip is loose but protective
Eventually, you drift off
When you wake up, Belphie’s draped over you like a sleepy octopus, your legs tangled, his head tucked under your chin
“Don’t move,” he mumbles without opening his eyes
You don’t
You fall asleep again
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