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achoonihaachu · 2 years

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Younger Brothers React to "Feeling" You...

(Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor)

a/n: i'm sorry this took wayyy longer to post than i hoped! school has been kicking my ass even harder now that it's the last few months of this school year... once summer vacation starts, i plan on updating as often as possible! i hope you end up liking this! i think it's a little spicier than the older brothers' version! ;)

warnings: nsfw prompt! read with caution!, not proofread!

Feelings don’t always have to be said. Sometimes you look at the object of your affection and you just know. They’d smile at you with a smile that insinuates something more than a friendly relationship, stares linger, touches heat you up from the inside and burns hotter the longer time goes on...

Satan:

In all honesty, Satan believes that you’re most likely a saint or one of the angel exchange students.

He was so god awful to you; He threatened you, he tried blackmailing you and he was so close to hurting you and yet you still chose to give him another chance at friendship?

Not to blackmail him in the future, no– You’re just so genuinely good to him and his brothers and he’s so ashamed of how he acted in the earlier days.

He decided to change his ways; He will not stand letting those nasty memories linger in your mind.

Somewhere along the way though, that desperation to change your mind in favor of bettering your friendship turned into something more.

Every pat on the back meant something more as he’d glide his thumb on the blade of your shoulder. The way he’d search for your smiling face in a sea of people– It was obvious, even to a blind man, that Satan was quickly developing feelings.

You weren’t too far behind either; The way he’d stare at you like there was nothing else in the world fueled a flame in the pit of your stomach that’d grow stronger and stronger after each get-together.

He tried keeping his attraction to you under wraps.

You, quite frankly, weren’t doing too well at that.

Your cheeks would grow hot and bloom a shade of pink like watercolor on paper after every lingering touch– He wasn’t blind to the way you’d so blatantly stare at his lips… and yes, he’s aware of the way you’d check him out as he walked away from you.

You’re not as slick as you’d like to believe.

Not when you excuse yourself to use the bathroom after every study session, without fail; He can hear you through the door, you know?

You aren’t exactly quiet. Not that he wants you to be.

You rushed past a gaggle of gossiping succubi as you ran for the school library. Satan had managed to gain access to the forbidden section and though you weren’t allowed to touch anything, you weren’t passing up any opportunity to be alone with the blonde.

You had a growing collection of secretive snapshots of him in your phone, you needed to add to the tally.

Your footsteps were drowned out by the plush carpet in the library; there weren’t many people to begin with so that meant you could openly stare at the fourth-born without fear of being seen by one of his groupies. Perfect. You spot him standing to the side of the librarian’s desk, in front of an ancient-looking door as he toyed with the skeleton key that was definitely centuries older than you at this point. He motioned you to come closer, a hand stuck out and a finger curving in towards his figure in a “come hither” manner. You gulp, a coy smile playing on your lips.

“Now, (MC). Remember that these books here are cursed and many, if not all, of them are dangerous to you and your pretty little human body. Stick by me, alright?” Perhaps it was simply a slip of the tongue but his words had your face burning red like a stop sign. You nudged him, clearing your throat as you feigned excitement to be in a room full of cursed books that could potentially kill you.

The things you do to be with this man.

The forbidden section was just… Really dusty. It was dark, save for the few lanterns scattered about housing eternal flames in their glass interior. Satan mentioned off-handedly that electrical lines weren’t put in this specific area because of a certain cursed book that housed an evil being worse than him and his brothers– It was able to harness electricity. You didn’t want to dwell on it too long— You were already scared shitless.

It wasn’t too big of a reading area, there were really only two different sections and a sofa and coffee table that sat in the middle of the dark room with worn out throw pillows left haphazardly on the floor. You could tell that only the highest of authorities were ever really allowed here; Diavolo seemed to have left behind one of his blood red school jackets on the arm rest of the couch. You’d have to remind him to pick it up some other time.

Satan immediately found himself in a comfortable spot a bit to the middle of the couch, his legs propped up on the rickety old table in front of him. In his arms were a small pile of books that he placed in the small space between him and the armrest.

Just as you were about to sit down beside the blonde, he yelps and yanks you down onto his lap. You gasp and stare at him, eyes wide as saucers, “S-Satan! What the heck?!” You squeak. He, also in a similar state of flustered as you, smiles sheepishly as he tries to compose himself, “I-I apologize about this, (MC). There seems to be some sort of dirt on the couch and I didn't want you sitting on it in case it stains your clothes.” You glance down and there is, in fact, a strange black stain that seemed to be… wet?

You didn’t even want to try finding out what it was.

Too focused on eyeing the black goo like it somehow offended you and your mother, you didn’t realize how tense Satan was. You’ve had cuddle sessions end in you straddling him, sure, but both of you were normally half asleep and delirious by then. Feeling you so close, so prominent in his personal space— He could feel every movement. Every beat of your heart, every warm breath escaping your soft lips. Each throb of your...

He was getting drunk off of you.

You finally realized the position you were in, how you were practically riding him with your clothes on– You tense up above him, squeezing your legs together and accidentally pushing yourself down against his lap.

“I-I’m so sorry, Satan! I’ll sit on the floor!--” He cuts you off as a broken moan cuts the tension.

“No! No… I’m fine…” He breathes out, gripping your waist with languid hands, “I-I couldn’t ask a lady to sit on the floor while I sit on the couch. You can stay right there.” You didn’t know what to think; Did he expect you to believe that lousy excuse? You could feel the smallest of movements as he tries to discreetly roll his hips up against yours. You weren’t aware of how he could feel you on his lap.

You stifle a moan. Surely feigning ignorance was for the best right? Satan was definitely just concerned about your comfort.

“A-Alright! Then… How about we start reading then?”

Asmodeus:

Asmo believed that you two would be the best of friends… The only way he’d accept otherwise is if you finally accept his advances.

Besides Mammon, only he treated you… decently and he uses that word loosely.

He knows how it came across at first; Every dirty joke, every flirty remark– he was aware that he was kind of flirting with a brick wall.

You weren’t reciprocating at all. >:((

At first, it really pissed him off to see that he was being rejected by a human, of all beings, and that you didn’t even give him any reaction to get off on. No blushing, no spike in heart rate, no lustful aura– nothing!

He was starting to question if you were actually a robot from how deadpan your reactions were to him.

He then saw how much you truly cared; You learnt to love im past his beauty and his sex appeal.

You’d be the first to knock on his door in the morning if you didn’t see him at breakfast. You’d ask to comb his hair whilst he did his skin care routine. You’d laugh at all his silly jokes and take care of him when he was sick…

He felt bad about judging you– He just wasn’t able to comprehend how anyone could even consider rejecting him!

That was until he kind of… eavesdropped on you one night.

He could hear you through the door, every airy whimper, every call of his name, every single sound and feeling exemplified by his sin.

He felt his knees buckle as he pressed the side of his head to the creaky wooden door of your room.

You walked out of your room 20 minutes later, looking as dandy as ever, and he was left speechless. You were busy moaning his name not even half an hour ago and now you’re able to look him in the eye?!

Since that day, he has tried his best to decipher you, almost. He’d stick to you like gum on a sidewalk to get a reading on you.

Did you like him or not?!

He was about to find out soon enough.

Asmo loved monopolizing your time. He loved that he could have all his brothers jealous and he got to spend his days with you. It was a win-win situation. Obviously, complete days out with Asmo came as rarely as a pure white moon in the Devildom— I mean, have you met any of his brothers? You already had your hands full with Mammon alone.

You had to schedule hangouts and tea times to get anything remotely done in the house.

Since Asmo’s birthday was coming up, all the brothers begrudgingly agreed to let him have you for an entire day and to say that the fifth-born was ecstatic would be an understatement. He was absolutely overjoyed. The day started off with an at-home spay session, then you took him to Majolish to buy him an outfit that he absolutely loved, and Asmo felt so loved and so comfortable. It baffled him sometimes; how an ordinary human could get him feeling the way you had him feeling.

You just had that effect on him.

The day was coming to an end and Asmo was starting to pout and insisted that you go too one more place before calling it a day. As you walked past a small flower shop, you two caught a glimpse of the newly opened arcade and Asmo was quick to drag you in, ignoring your cries of protest. It was a quaint little area but it was fun to look at. The flashing lights and the dorky video game playlist that had your ears ringing definitely added to the experience. Asmo insisted that you and him go head to head in a few games that he’d pick out.

Not to brag or anything, you annihilated him.

Every round of every game you played, you’d managed to score over twice what he scored and it left him all pouty.

“Here! I’ll make it up to you! Wanna get our picture taken?” At the mention of pictures, Asmo was already dragging you into an isolated little photobooth at the back of the arcade.The flimsy PVC plastic of the curtain was tinted black and it went all the way to the floor. You and Asmo would be left hidden from the view of the rest of the demons in the arcade.

You didn’t know whether or not to consider it a blessing or a curse.

When you cramped in the photobooth after Asmo sat down, you realized that it was way too small for either of you to take proper pictures, “H-Hey, (MC)! Be careful! You’re messing my hair up!” Asmo yelped as he accidentally hit you in the side. You groaned in response, “I’m sorry, Asmo. I don’t think we’d be able to take photos like this. I’ll go out and wait for you– Woah!”

As you turned to leave, your foot got caught on the fabric of the curtain that was splayed on the floor and you almost fell flat on your face– when you felt a pair of hands grab onto your waist. Asmo was swift in sitting you on his lap and he was actually careful in making sure that you felt comfortable, “Careful, beautiful!” He t’sked as he inspected your hands. You weren’t hurt at all, that’s what mattered.

You were buzzing with adrenaline– I mean, you almost at shit on the linoleum! You didn’t realize how perfect your body fit against Asmo, how your bottom was pressed against his lap– You didn’t even bat an eye at the way Asmo’s hands started shaking as he held your waist. You wiggled your hips against his lap.

Throbbing– It’s all that he could think of.

The beating was right over his quickly hardening… problem. He needed to get you off his lap… But you were so deliciously slotted on top of him. He didn’t want to waste the opportunity but… Oh, his conscience…

Too bad he was a demon from Hell. He jostled you on his lap again, this time spreading your legs to make it so that you were straddling him, “Now, now, (MC). I’m sure you’d be smart to keep your movement to a minimum…”

“I may be your best friend now but I’ve been the Avatar of Lust for longer than that.”

Beelzebub:

Beel, sweet innocent Beel.

The same Beel you learnt to love over the time you spent in the Devildom was also the same Beel that tried killing you after you and Mammon ate his pudding.

You were over it, quite frankly, but he definitely wasn’t. He felt so bad about almost losing you before he even had the chance to truly know you.

You brought Belphie back. You sacrificed your life for him and his brothers and he was forever in your debt for it.

He, at first, was just glad to know that you loved his family in the same way he did. He loved that you cared more about others than you did yourself and, sure, at times it worried him sick– What would he do if you were in danger and he wasn’t able to protect you?

Then that admiration and platonic love turned into something more when he started bringing you to his Fangol games.

You two weren’t even dating yet! You were simply just… best friends.

You’d normally watch his practices and you’d always cheer him on in your own little way. You kept to yourself and you were his silent little fangirl but during the actual games…

You were always the loudest in the crowd. You’d bring banners, posters, glowsticks, you even got into trouble once for trying to set up a fireworks display in his honor.

You’d show him so much love and you never seemed to tire from trying to make it known that you were always there to support him. It made his heart beat so quickly and it left a weird feeling, like his stomach was housing a dozen rabid butterflies who go feral every time he sees you smile.

He came to the funny realization that he had been in love with you for a long, long time, he just wasn’t aware of it.

He followed you around like a puppy, even more so than he already did.

He was fascinated by you and at the same time… He was starting to get extremely protective.

The guys in his Fangol team could be a little… perverted.

You’d always, without fail, come to his practices and watch patiently. You’d always bring snacks and you’d always shoot him that adorable smile of yours as he walks by on his way to clean up before you two walked home together. Seeing you show him your support motivated him to no end– even as his knees threaten to buckle after a particularly rough set of exercises.

You were just the cure for fatigue that he needed and apparently, he wasn’t the only one gaining that extra boost of energy after seeing you.

Locker room talk was something Beel never engaged in. Sure, he was a demon but even that was pretty low. He’d overhear his teammates talk about pretty succubi they’d have one night stands with, they’d show each other risque photos they take with their partners and all in all, Beel just wasn’t comfortable being a part of that conversation–

That was until you became the topic of interest.

You showed up to one of his practices wearing a uniform that was definitely too tight on you. The skirt you donned on was definitely a few inches shorter than what you’d normally wear and when the wind would pick up, you’d have to keep the fabric down to avoid flashing the whole team. Your shirt seemed a little too tight against your chest, too. When the team was given a 20 minute break, Beel rushed over to pull you into a sweaty bear hug.

“Hey! Beel! You know how I feel about the sweat!” You whined but you didn’t move to pull away; if anything, you only tightened the hug as you wrap your arms around his neck. The ginger hummed in response, smiling into your hair. Neither of you noticed how a few of the other demons stood around behind you, watching.

The rest of the practice went swimmingly, Beel was quick to wrap the match up, itching to go home with you to get dinner started. He walked by you like usual, on his way to the lakers when he heard it, “(MC) looks so hot today. Like fuck, I wish the school uniform was always that short.” Beel grunted and eyed the lower demon that was perving on you. He didn’t want to start a fight about it; Besides, it was true to some extent– You were very pretty regardless of what you were wearing.

As Beel changed out of his Fangol uniform, he heard something else being whispered, “I snapped a pic up her skirt… You know, when she hugged Beel?”

The sixth-born flew into a blinding rage.

You sat on your lonesome for a while, it was quiet and chilly and you were really starting to regret letting Solomon try out the tailoring spell on you. Your clothes weren't doing a good job at keeping you warm at all. Beel was taking longer than usual…

Speak of the devil and he will appear, Beel walks out from the locker room with a murderous glint in his eyes. He stops right in front of you, eyes trained on the ground as he stands motionless, “Hey… Beel? What’s up with you?” You ask tenderly, hand coming up to caress his forearm.

Wordlessly, Beel picks you up like you were made of paper before he sits down and settles you on his lap. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. How dare those demons do and say those things… They deserved what he did to them.

He was teetering on the edge, so angry he could burst and only kept at bay by your presence. You smelled like home, like comfort– He would’ve let you go eventually when he sensed a passing presence. The lower demons that left unscathed from the locker room incident scamper past in fear, keeping their eyes to themself, afraid of what Beelzebub would do if he caught them even glancing in your general area.

When he felt that you’d be safe, he moved to let you go when he felt you wiggle around on his lap. He would normally just chuckle and pat you on the back but then he felt you clench your legs… Now, that was new.

He felt his breath hitch in his throat, hands frozen in the air as he was left unsure of how to react. He gritted his teeth as he felt your core heat up, the gentle throbbing like a hypnotizing rhythm.

Your body seemed so small in his lap.

The locker room was empty now, anyways. He was starting to get pretty hungry for something only you could give him and he wasn’t patient enough to wait till you got home.

Belphegor

He never thought, in his entire life, that he would ever consider calling a human a friend, much less a lover.

His feelings toward humans have always been a little jaded since… The Fall.

Aside from that, he also never found humans even remotely attractive.

I mean, all you had were a set of limbs to grab you things and walk you places. You didn’t even have wings, or a tail, or even a different form for when you were having trouble with your “human” form.

You were a less cool version of demons.

He kept thinking that even as you tried to find a way to free him from the attic. He was only using you, he’d say as he stares down at your lips hungrily, like a hungry hawk in the desert. He’d note how soft they looked, like a pair of plush cushions from the Celestial Realm.

He’d grit his teeth as he forced himself to get rid of those thoughts about you.

You’re just a dumb human, nothing special about you at all. Sure, you were beautiful but you were a human– He despised humans; He’d say all that as he touched himself to the thought of you.

He must’ve just been desperate. Yes, that’s it. He lost count of how many weeks, years perhaps, it had been since he was locked away in the attic. He hadn’t been able to ogle at many female demons. That’s it.

His bottom lip would bleed from how harshly he was biting down on it after your regular secret meetings with him.

It was never romantic. It wasn’t friendly either. Purely sexual and he was also just using you.

After the whole issue with letting him out, though…

That was when Belphie realized just how badly he fucked your relationship up even before it could blossom.

He tried to be better and through hard work and genuine care for your wellbeing, he became the demon you sought when you had free time.

You’d nap and hangout together. You’d have a blast being in each other’s presence, even if you didn’t do anything together.

He managed to win your heart a second time around; This time though, you fell in love with Belphie without fear of being threatened or hurt.

He kept his temper though.

Belphie was as whiny as ever. You had school work to finish and he was adamant about getting cuddles and having a little nap fest. You refused and now he was being all sulky. “Seriously, Belphie! I’m just about done! Just give me a few more minutes and I’ll join ya, deal?” You say, eyes not leaving the book you were analyzing for one of your upcoming tests. He growls at you, teeth bared as he glares at you grumpily. You didn’t flinch or react.

He was getting really frustrated; You know how the youngest of the family normally gets when they don't receive the attention they demand.

Silent tension fills the air as you busily wrote away in your notebook. The attic had become a sort of sanctuary of yours, to help you get away from the utter chaos that comes with a group of 7 brothers all vying for your attention; At first, it was only really yours after Belphie moved back into his shared bedroom with Beel. Then he finds out that you take naps on your own in the small attic and he has never let a single day pass that you two don’t cuddle in his old bedroom. That leads us back to this moment. Belphie was on the pile of pillows and blankets that he lovingly calls your cuddle spot, he was faced down and you were surprised he hadn’t suffocated just yet.

“(MC). I want to nap and I can’t do it without you. Come here. Now.” His voice was dangerously low as he threatened you. You didn’t really take him seriously, though, with how muffled his voice sounded against the throw pillow smushed up against his face. You simply hummed a “give me 10 more minutes” before you resumed with your scribbling on the notebook.

Belphie groaned inwardly and forced himself to sit up; Well, if you weren’t going to adjust for him… Might as well bother you as you studied.

You felt the seat be pulled away from the desk, your body simply moving along. You look up and stare at Belphie’s looming figure quizzically, “Belphie, I said 5 more minutes–” You were cut off by the seventh born pulling you up to your feet before he plops down on the seat. You cross your arms over your chest with a huff, “You’re being so childish, Belphie.” you sighed before moving to grab your notebook.

Before you could find a new place to study, Belphie pulls you onto his lap by your waist. With your body faced toward the desk, his legs fit perfectly between yours, though you didn’t really have a say with how you get to sit; You legs mved every time he moved his legs. Every inch he spreads his legs, the space between yours would widen and widen.

You gulped, dropping your things on the desk in surprise, “Belphie, w-what is this?!” you asked in surprise as you tense up. Belphie shrugs nonchalantly as he wraps his arms around your figure, his face buried in your neck as he closes his eyes, “You wouldn’t pay attention to me, '' he says simply.

He found it quite amusing; you were as stiff as a rod on his lap. He was about to call you out on your behavior, I mean, you’ve cuddled before! Skinship wasn’t uncommon in your friendship! His felt his throat run dry though, when the muscles in your inner thighs tensed up, almost like you were a tightening coil on his lap. He was suddenly hyper aware of everything around him, his drowsiness from before disappeared in an instance. Looking down, over your figure, he sees how helpless you looked. The position was perfect too.

You were like a little present on his lap he had easy access to. All he had to do was start unwrapping you.

He smirked devilishly to himself. This was going to be fun…

“I’ll make you regret ignoring me earlier. All I wanted were cuddles… I was something else now.”

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rae-writes · 2 years

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Sin : Second Born ver.

Mammon x reader

nsfw - ‘sin’ blurb mini series - gn!reader

Hours. It had been hours and he refuses to stop. It’s bordering on pain by now but it still feels so fucking good and Mammon is begging you to let him keep going. The first few hours had him on his back but when you let him do as he pleased, he was quick to flip you over and rail into you faster than he thinks he ever has. He can’t remember how many times you’ve came or how many times he’s came but he can’t stop. Can’t can’t can’t- he doesn’t want to stop. He’s greed incarnate and right now he’s reveling in his sin because you’re his savior, his light, his everything. He can’t stop because this can’t be a sin, right? Not when it feels this good. Not even when his demon form is out and he’s lodging his sharpened teeth into your neck. Not even when someone is pounding on the door to his room, yells being drowned out by both your moans. It’s not a sin, even when your pure white angel wings are knocking down everything on his walls as they span out and twitch every time Mammon slams a little bit harder into you.

It’s not a sin because you’re ready to fall if it means you get to drown yourself in Mammon and be consumed by his sin : you’re greedy for him and you don’t care if it’s a sin.

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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What Type of Yandere Are They? Obey Me Edition

Day 3 of One Too Many Demons

Note: This involves every obey me character excluding the ones who I haven't met yet or are literal children. Some of these are longer/shorter than others. The length solely depends on what I thought or wanted to add.

Warnings: Yandere and dark themes, don't read if you're sensitive to topics involving/surrounding these topics.

Characters involved: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon

Gender-neutral reader + you/yours

Lucifer

Lucifer is a teaching Yandere. He doesn't want to change you, at least not completely, Lucifer just wants to mould you so that you are in the right mindset and state to be his and have him completely. Lucifer will steal you away from the world, that is for certain, but not before he makes sure you are ready enough to behave appropriately when it does happen. No crying or screaming, he will be having none of that. You wanted him, right? You reciprocated his feelings and were so ready to be his and become his proper partner, so why are you acting so weird now? Why do you need anybody else when you were previously so keen on having him? Is he not enough, is that all? Well, if that's the case, Lucifer won't shy away from giving you a little extra time and lessons so that you can be his perfect little partner again. Lucifer always did have a thing for disciplining others. And let this be known, he doesn't plan on stopping until he breaks this little rebellious streak of yours.

Mammon

Mammon is the objectifying Yandere. He treats just like he would any other treasure he's fixated on over the years: an object for him to steal away and protect from the outside world and prying crooks like him. He has a special spot on his shelf for you and makes sure he polishes you perfectly, taking care of and maintaining you so you can never rust and become useless to him. Mammon doesn't just want you, no, he wants to own you. He wants you to be his, body, mind and soul. And he won't shy away from doing anything he can to ensure he owns you in every aspect. Mammon loves his treasure and will do anything to ensure it is his and his alone.

Levi

Levi is the stalker Yandere. He himself is too shy to act on his feelings, so he chooses to secretly satisfy himself by stalking and surveying you. Whether it be walking behind you on your way home, installing cameras in your room, or hacking into your devices to constantly monitor your online activity and save you from anyone he deems unworthy to interact with you: Levi isn't afraid to trample all over your boundaries to ensure you are his. He can't have you physically because of personal setbacks, but Levi will be damned if he allows anyone else to get in the way. And if they do, let's just say one of the strongest demons of Devildom knows just how to take care of it.

Satan

Satan is the observing Yandere. He won't outright kidnap you, at least not at the start. First, he will learn every little thing about you. Whether it be your schedule, preferences, personality or secrets, Satan knows it all. And then when just knowing isn't enough for him and he has gathered enough information to manipulate you until you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you, Satan will have you completely to himself willingly. Because who are you to deny him when he knows enough to break you in a single moment?

Asmo

Asmo is the dumbification Yandere. He just wants you to be the perfect version of yourself, that's all! And why would he let you do anything, even if it's as simple as brushing your hair when he knows that you'll do it wrong? Asmo just wants you to be his happy and perfect little thing and he will do whatever he can to ensure that you're irresistible, so much so that he has to lock you away. And you would rather have him sweet, loving, and obsessed with you than ready to take everything away and give you the punishment of being scarred and ugly, right? He just wants you to reach your full potential, so would you please just stop crying and screaming about stupid nonsense like freedom?

Beel

Beel is a protective Yandere. He just wants to protect you from this cruel, cruel world. Beel knows how bad humans, demons, and even angels can be. He's just trying to keep his darling safe and sound. He doesn't want to hurt you or see you cry and is very beauty and the beast esque with the way he lets you be so long as he knows you're with him and safe and sound. But beware for if you try to escape Beel won't shy away from taking measures to ensure you can never leave him.

Belphie

Belphie is a manipulative Yandere. He doesn't need to kidnap you or go to extreme measures like surveillance. Belphie doesn't want you to become his little doll, treasure, or some perfect little thing. Belphie will just ease his way into your mind and dreams. He will infest you with thoughts and dreams of him and him alone until you can't help but convince yourself that you truly are in love with him. That you're so obsessed with him you can't help but constantly think of him and him alone even with your eyes closed. And why would you ever catch on or suspect the lazy and rude Belphie when he's always been so dismissive of you? Belphie doesn't want anything to do with you, he just considers you as a friend of his brothers who he's close enough to sleep on once in a while. It's you who's obsessed with him. You who wants to be with him and learns how to make his favourite dishes and buys him cute plushies so you can have even a bit of his attention. If only you knew that it was in fact the other way around, perhaps you wouldn't have to lie every time you woke up from a dream and Belphie was around asking you what you're crying about. Maybe it would ease your mind to know that he wants you ten times more than you want him. You're just not far enough for him to make his move yet. It might help you to know that Belphie plans on having a fulfilling and eternal relationship with you when the time is right. But for now, you will have to suffer a little bit of pain before you can have his love.

Diavolo

Diavolo is the addictive Yandere. He's just addicted to you, plain and simple. He wants to know everything about you, to collect every little detail and store it close to his heart. Unlike some of the others, he doesn't want to change you, but he also isn't patient enough to get to know you the way he wants the standard way. Which leaves only one solution. To make you his. Diavolo won't kidnap you, but he sure will manipulate you into becoming his so that he is the only one able to learn about you. And Diavolo doesn't plan on letting you go any time soon.

Barbatos

Barbatos is a consuming Yandere. Barbatos doesn't just want to be with you. He wants to own you, to have you as his and his alone, to consume you fully and surround your life. And who are you to deny him when he can do so without you even realising it? You can't run, you can't hide. Death itself can't steal you from him for he will just manipulate the timeline and choose one where you are still with him. You can never be rid of Barbatos, for no matter where or when you are, he will find you and have you as his. And he isn't afraid to take extreme measures to ensure that happens.

Solomon

Solomon is the consuming Yandere. He won't kidnap you or go through the measures of stalking you or anything. No, Solomon will just draw you in like a moth to a flame until you go from acquaintances to friends to something more. Something enough for him to start making small changes to your life about how he would like it if you did things a certain way or how you would look so much better in the outfit he picked. Until one day you just can't tell that you've crossed the line from changing yourself a little to fit your crush's type to adapting your life so it can revolve around Solomon like an unsuspecting planet and its sun.

Simeon

Simeon is the obsessive Yandere. He just wants you all to himself, plain and simple and he's willing to do everything he needs to do to have you. Simeon won't hurt you, that's a line he'll never cross no matter the situation. He won't lock you up either, no, Simeon will just get rid of anyone he considers a threat and pretends it never happened. And when you come crying to his door talking about how everyone you're close to seems to be disappearing then he'll be waiting with open arms and a basket of your favourite things to help you forget, and unknowingly forgive. Because how can you ever suspect him when Simeon is your precious angel who's always there for you?

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shikiii-skadi · 2 years

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How the Obey me! Brothers look at you:

part 2 (diavolo, barbatos, solomon, simeon, thirteen, luke)

Lucifer:

Like you are his pride - Only people, who know him well, for example, Diavolo or his brothers, will notice, that his demeanor is different when he is with you. Whenever someone praises you or speaks highly of you, he will instantly feel proud and his pride will go through the roof. Of course, the human he has chosen is talented and impresses everyone, including him.

Mammon:

Like you are his most precious treasure - It is no secret that he is the personification of greed. Nothing of value is safe from him. But it is also no secret that he is head over heels in love with you. No treasure he will ever see is as precious as you are.

Leviathan:

Like you are his best friend - Levi had a hard time accepting his feelings for you because he was afraid you would reject him. His self-esteem is really low and he sees himself as a gross otaku no one likes. But you would always assure him that he isn't. Because he always stays in his room, his brothers were to only social contact he had for a long while, but you made an effort to break him out of his shell.

Satan:

Like he wants to know what's on your mind - You are unpredictable. Satan finds himself often wondering what you will be doing next and what's on your mind. More than once you did the unthinkable. He wants to figure out how you work because he thinks this part about you is intriguing.

Asmodeus:

Like you are the love of his life - For a long time, Asmo only loved himself. It's a big step for him to see someone as equal to him or even above, but he wouldn't say it out loud. At first, many people were skeptical whether he was really serious about you and your relationship, but they quickly changed their minds when they saw the adoration with which he looked at you.

Beelzebub:

Like you are the ultimate sweetheart - Many people see Beel only for the sin he personifies but he is also kindhearted and always ready to help the people he cares about. It's also this characteristic you have that he values so much. No matter what, you see always the good in people and try your best to help with whatever you can.

Belphegor:

Like you are a dream come true - Belphie spends most of his time sleeping and because of that dreaming. You are often the center of his dreams. It's always a little overwhelming for him when he opens his eyes and you are really in front of him and not just a dream.

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leviathism · 2 years

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You woke up to the edge of your bed dipping down.

You opened your eyes and blearily looked over your shoulder. Leviathan was kneeling on your bed, hands in the air as if he were a caught thief.

“Um, I’m sorry,” he murmured out, eyes darting to look everywhere but at you. “I-I’ll leave.”

You leaned over and heroically reached out to grab his chin, squeezing his cheeks with your fingers. You tugged him down, making him lose balance and have to catch himself. “C’mere.”

He blinked and shakily moved over to you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him crawling on his hands and knees. He blushed, shooting you a glare.

“What… now?” he asked quietly from above you. He rested his hands on your side to keep him up, his head dipped low to look at you.

“Lay down.” He hesitated, mouth twisting and his grip tightening on you. “C’mon, Levi.” You grabbed his shoulder, gently pulling him closer down to you.

He finally went down willingly and moved to be in front of you, surprisingly latching onto you quickly. He buried his face into your shirt, hands tight on the back of your shirt from his nerves. You threw a leg over him, using your free arm to rub his back to help him relax.

“Goodnight.” You rested your head back onto your pillow and closed your eyes. He mumbled it back to you, his voice muffled by your old t-shirt.

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dabiscrustyfeet · 2 years

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Heya! I saw that your asks were open and I wanted to ask if you could do Mc meeting Diavolo’s dad? Like bursting in the castle to tell the prince about their day or their scheduled tea party or some other plan only to find his dad just sitting there. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to though. Take care ❤️

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🎱👄🎱

Holy shite I love your work a lot my darling i can’t believe you requested

Ooh la and this request of yours is gold like- there is so much to write about. Imagine bursting in the castle and this guy is who is supposed to be asleep or something drinking some tea like 🤨 🍵🤏. Just -yes

Also, my apologies this took so damn long

Mc meeting the demon king for the first time

You just came back from seeing your family in the human world and boi you were excited to go back to see your demons. You had missed the demon brothers, Barbatos and diavolo a lot, and you got some gifts to give them.

You especially missed Diavolo and the tea parties you both had together – who knew that diavolo had a lot of things to tell you, whether it be something that happened during his day or a little story on how the human world was back when he was younger. There were also days where you both don’t have tea parties together : the prince only talking about how he never had someone to speak to as a friend, that he is grateful for you. Those were the days where the two of you would have a heart-to-heart conversation, or when you both question everything. There was never a day you have been bored in diavolo’s presence - he was truly an interesting being.

There was a light breeze which left as quickly as it came, making you curse the weather. However, despite the weather being too hot for your liking, you couldn’t help but feel your excitement building up. Oh you couldn’t wait to see your demons. Taking a turn, you reached an alley: perfect for you to teleport , away from prying eyes.

You chanted the spell under your breath and before you knew it, you were in hell. With your bags and the gifts with you, you made your way to the castle.

The demons around you could tell you were the master of seven, and friends with their prince and his butler, and wondered what the heck were you doing in hell. They knew better than attack you, of course, it would be ridiculous.

The ogling eyes was toned down your excitement a bit, but you managed just fine. All of a sudden, your stomach rumbled loudly. Imma eat i guess you thought. Changing direction, you went straight to a little cafe Beel mentioned before you left, saying something along the lines of the cafe being underrated. Opening the door, you were greeted by the scent of coffee. There were cookies, pasties and pastries on display. I guess Beel was right about this being underrated, it looks frickin tasty you thought, your stomach rumbling again, as if it was agreeing with you.

You went to the counter and one of the baristas came. She was a pretty demoness, to say the least. She had curly raven hair, and her skin a hue of dark blue, and hazel eyes that seemed to glow—or was that your imagination. You luckily stopped yourself from staring too much – it would’ve been embarazzing for you.

“Hello, what would you like today?” She smiled. You didn’t know what to order so you asked for the most popular or fan favourite food they’ve got to save yourself. You payed for your food, and sat down on a chair to eat.

The food was amazing, Beel wasn’t kidding when he said the food was great, and you didn’t realise that you wolfed the food. You left the cafe with a full stomach and continued your way to the castle.

Once you arrived, you couldn’t contain yourself, so you ran through the gates of the castle, and made your way inside. You opened the door to the living room that you and the prince normally have tea parties in , and exclaimed “Diavolo guess who’s back! Its me, and I’ve got some presents for…..”

You stopped talking. Because the man in front of you was not Diavolo.

He was sitting on the couch, drinking tea, before he looked up. His eyes that were molten gold, seemed to have witnessed so much of the world - you were beginning to feel overwhelmed at the amount of power those eyes held. There was a certain glint in them – one that was making you uncomfortable. His hair was a bloody shade of red, gold jewellery adorning his horns. He looked a lot like diavolo, except he wasn’t.

You connected the dots and realised that you have come face to face with the Demon King.

“Who are you and how does a mere human being know my son?” His power flooded the room, almost making your knees buckle. You could feel the wrath building up in the room – you were becoming wary.

But you needed to display some manners, of course, he was not like your sins and Diavolo, this man wanted you respect him address him accordingly.

“I am MC, Your Highness,” you answered his first question, bowing down slightly. The King’s eyes narrowed slightly : he seemed quite sceptical of you. “How do you know my son, human?” You knew this man is ancient, and probably despises the human race, and you didn’t think at all he’d take kindly to the exchange program. Did that stop you though? Absolutely not.

“Lord Diavolo is my friend, Your Highness,” you stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know for a fact that my son doesn’t go around making friends – he has a responsibility of being the heir to the throne. So tell me the truth, human, lest you want me give you an eternal punishment,” he calmly said. You, on the other hand, wasn’t impressed at all. You were saying half truth of course – he didn’t need to know about the exchange program. But seeing that his pupils were practically non existent, and his wings were outstretched, you knew you had to come clean, unless you wanted to be stuck in the dungeons.

“I know the Prince through an exchange program uniting the three realms, Your Highness.” You could not show any fear, though you were quite close to legging it. “An exchange program,you say? Do tell me more,” his eyes widened – lips curling into an unwelcoming wide smile. You read enough to know that this man was getting ready to pounce on you, yet you complied.

“The exchange program was made to unite the three realms and to live in harmony and peace with one another, and learning about demons, angels and humans,” you replied, making sure not to look him in the eye. “Oh? And it was my son who has made this program? Well it seems that a lot has changed after all.” He seemed to be talking to himself. You were still on high alert, his wings were a sight to look at, but they were still outstretched, and that was dangerous in itself.

“It also seems my son has forgotten his place as the prince of hell. I can’t believe he’s been dilly-dallying with humans.” He sighed dramatically. “I now know that humans have made him soft, and this exchange program? Goodness me, that disgrace of a child has cast shame upon the name of the devils,” he seethed.

You completely zoned out. You could tell he was berating Diavolo even more, but you couldn’t stand there and watch while this man was running his mouth. You needed this man to know that respect goes both ways : you earn it and you give it. You did not care that this man was a whole powerful eldritch being , but although your hands were trembling, when did you have any regard for self preservation? MC, you maybe a human, but you are a force to be reckoned with.

“With all due respect Your Majesty, Lord Diavolo is your son, correct?” You smiled. “Excuse me?” The king sputtering, confused. You dropped your smile. “Answer the question,” you stated, taking a seat on the single love seat. “…Yes, he is.” The king furrowed his brows. Humans normally beg for mercy in his presence, why must this human be any different?

“Well then. Why are you calling Diavolo a disgrace?” You looked him in the eye. “In what way is Diavolo a disgrace?” You asked him – you wanted to see his thought process. “Well, he is affiliated with humans, devil forbid the day he becomes friends with an angel,” he sneered at you, trying to intimidate you. You helped yourself to a cup of tea, knowing that this man will be spewing a whole load of bullshit. “Unfortunately for you, he is.” You smirked, loving the way this sad excuse of a father had a horrified look on his face. However, before a word tumbled out of his mouth, you held up a scone to him. The demon looked quite puzzled, but he took it either way.

“Before you say anything more, Your Highness, do you like war?” You asked him, sipping on your tea. “Pardon?” His eyes were wide – he never answered a question like this before. You narrowed your eyes at him, growing impatient. “You are not hard of hearing are you? Answer the question.” You inquired. You were not having any regard to your safety at all, but you really needed to show this man his place.

The king’s face twisted into even more confusion, and there were hints of anger in his eyes. He still couldn’t get over the fact that you were asking him questions and making a fool out of himself without even trying. “No I don’t,” he replied carefully. “Then do you not realise that your son is doing a lot to prevent wars in the future, he made an exchange program to protect all his people, and to overcome differences with each other. He has done a lot more than you have, and on top of that, he had to rule hell in place of you. And what were you doing?” You spoke with power, and could tell the king was getting mad.

“What were you doing, Your Highness?” You asked again, mocking his title. “I was in the dungeons,” he replied, sitting straight, knowing that saying the truth of him sleeping would sound ridiculous. “Well,” you took a deep breath and continued,“that does not give an excuse to berate your child, who has been doing everything to rule over hell.” You sighed. With the way the king was staring at you, you knew that you may pass away today.

That didn’t stop you from telling the man off. “You were in the dungeons, sleeping the whole time while diavolo was taking care of hell, while he was improving the devildom, and the day you wake up, you start running your mouth, and disrespecting you son. I expected the king to be sophisticated man, who would praise his son’s achievements, but I guess I was wrong,” you responded.

A deep rumble was heard, and the king was baring his fangs at you. Quite frankly, you were very disappointed, but your hands were shaking. “What is your name, Your Highness?” You inquired. “That does not concern you,” he hissed in reply. “Very well, Midas, I shall take the honour of teaching you some lessons on respect today.”

The king could feel his patience thinning. How dare they make a fool out of me, he thought. They dare address me as Midas, the name of that greedy fool?! How dare they disrespect me?

You could feel the kings wrath filling the room, and his pride was crumbling. You knew that the brothers do get fed when any demon of any rank gives into their sin, and that in this particular case, a certain cat lover was going to have quite a feast. You waited for the king to calm down, which was not happening at all until you became irritated. “You are the King of Hell, the most powerful being in here, yet you are being reduced to a mess by a mere human?” You tilted your head slightly, waiting for the king to answer. But alas, he was still seething on his sofa.

The king stared at you with pure unfiltered anger, and just as you were about to speak, the king stood up to his full height. He towered over you, baring his fangs, itching to kill. “You will regret ever making me angry, human,” he spat. “I will deal with that boy later and give him and his avatars a painful punishment, but for now, human, your soul is mine to take.”

The demon did not know what to make of the disdainful look on your face - the disappointment a mother feels towards her child sometimes, and a part of the king did not like it. He reached for your neck, trying to take your soul, but the smell of burning flesh filled his nose. The demon looked at his hand : his skin burning and cracking. He frowned – a human should not be able to perform any magic, unless they are a sorcerer.

You, on the other hand, thanked Luke in your head for blessing you – that kid is going to become a fantastic angel, you were sure of it.

The king looked down on you, his hands curled in fists, for he hated how you seemed unfazed. “I’d like you to take a seat, kind sir,” you said plainly, “I’ll have to teach you a lesson on respect.” With a flick of your wrist, a massive whiteboard and some whiteboard pens appeared. The demon king looked dumbfounded - yet he quickly replaced that look with a look of anger.

You looked up and still saw the man shaking in anger. Irritated, you kissed your teeth. The idea of a full grown man, a whole demon king at that, mad and upset at you just because you were trying to teach him some respect, made you feel very smug, but, the demon was wasting your time.

“Sit. Down.” The king’s eyes darkened. A part of him wanted to listen to you, but he mostly wanted to throw you across the room. Respect, my ass, he thought. You payed no heed. If he was going to stand, then so be it. You opened your marker, and started explaining. “Respect goes both ways, you should know, of course,” you began your lecture.

• • •

You finished your lecture after a whole two hours has passed, which shouldn’t have taken so long - it was honestly concerning. You made sure the king understood that he couldn’t put his son and avatars in the dungeons, and he reluctantly agreed. The king also managed to understand, to your surprise, that the exchange program was necessary for the future of all three worlds.

However, while you were sitting on the sofa, you couldn’t help but wonder where the hell the avatars and diavolo were. There were no servants around, and there was not a hint of life around the castle. Hell, the guards the usually stood outside the castle gates were not there. The only person who could know of their whereabouts was the king in front of you, and you had no choice but to ask him.

“Do you happen to know where Diavolo and the avatars are, Your Majesty?” You asked, eating a cookie. The demon however, stared at you with a look screaming ‘are you serious’. You met his stare with one of confusion. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have eaten too many cookies, human,” he told you. You were still very much baffled. “I do believe you have mistaken this place as Diavolo’s castle,” he explained. If you were confused before, you were now completely bamboozled. “What do you mean?” You asked. The demon king pursed his lips tightly.

“You are in the Mausoleum, human.”

Your eyes widened. “You mean I could’ve been with diavolo and the others this whole time, that I could’ve avoided this entire encounter, and that I went on ,” you exclaimed. All this time wasted on teaching a grown man respect, you thought sadly. You gathered your belongings and bid goodbye to the king, before he stopped you and asked how you knew he was asleep. You replied with smug look - he doesn’t need to know you’ve been eavesdropping on diavolo’s conversations with barbs.

With that, you made your way to the right direction to the Demon Lord’s Castle, a new little story to tell your demons once you reach your second home. Oh you couldn’t wait to see them shook – after all, not many demons, let alone humans, survive after an encounter with the King of Hell, but you, of course, were full of surprises.

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aiyesha-writes · 2 years

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𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 & 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮 - 𝘽𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

☆ Taking candy from Beelzebub with a kiss

☆ Obey me Beel x Gender Neutral Reader

☆ !Warnings! Kissing, biting, cuddling, a little spicy??? Idk. tell me if I missed anything!

Just a work for our very hungry bby boy <3

• Now if you weren’t you, Beel wouldn’t hesitate to eat everything in sight

• But since you are you, he can’t let his human starve, now can he?

• Considering this he had split your bag of candy up so that you had your fair share

• But what can you say? Food just tastes better when it’s his.

You and Beel were sitting on his bed in his shared room. Two black bowls filled with those sweet and sour lemon candies that you had forgotten the name of. The plastic bags that they came in crumbled up and littering the foot of his king sized bed. He knew how much you liked them and practically begged Diavolo to get some for you from the human world. Your bowl was sat in your lap. Cradled by your criss crossed legs.

You were rolling the hard, round, yellow treat along the length of your tongue. Savoring the flavors. It brought back memories. And now you had a new one to connect the treat to. You’re pulled away from your nostalgia at the sound of Beel scarfing the candy from his bowl down. Barley savoring the flavor for more than a second. You chuckled to yourself at the sight. “How did he not bite his tongue more often with the way that he ate?” You thought to yourself, chuckling once again before finally biting into your own candy. Letting the sweet flavors wash over your tongue. Meanwhile Beel is still scarfing down the sweets.

You set your bowl aside as Beel popped another hard treat into his mouth. Not scarfing it down as quick as the others once he realizes your eyes on him. “Hm..? Is there something on my face?” Yes Beel. There is something on your face. Pinkness is starting to spread from one of his cheeks to the other. “…Is there?” He asks again looking for reassurance. He takes his sleeve and wipes the corners of his mouth trying to rid his face of any possible debris. Averting his eyes in embarrassment. You place your bowl besides yourself and shake your head before grabbing his respective candy-filled bowl and setting it down beside you.

You prop yourself into his lap and grab his chin brining his eyes back to yours. His body heat warms the tips of your fingers as you admire him. His brightly colored violet eyes that are complimented with a pinkish undertone. The perfect curve of his nose. The arch of his jaw. The dips of his collar bone. The way that his Adam’s apple bobs upwards and then downward again as his lips part in anticipation for you to make a move. “No theres nothing on your face.” You close the distance like you’re going to kiss him, only to bring your mouth to the side of his face. Close enough so that your lips brush up against his ear. You can practically feel the shiver run through him from where your lips and his ear meet.

“You’re just perfect.” your words come out as a hum, a purr. You bring your face back to his and look into his eyes. The redness on his face deepening further and further with every second. In one swift motion both of his hands are cupping your face and your lips collide. He lets out a hungry groan as his tongue meets yours. The sweet taste of candy prominent in his mouth. That’s when you feel it.

Your tongue bumps into the piece of candy he never ate. You roll it around under your tongue before sucking it into your mouth and pulling away. Beel is too flustered, too exhilarated to even realize the candy that is now missing from his mouth until you show it off between your top and bottom row of teeth in a wide smile. You press your lips together before biting into the treat. “Thanks for the treat. Beelzebub.”

#obey me x reader #obey me mc #obey me beel x mc #obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel smut #obey me beel fluff #obey me x brothers #obey me fluff #obey me smut #obey me headcanons #obey me drabble #x reader smut #x reader

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ci3n · 2 years

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ᥫ᭡ lucifer x gn!mc

⤷ not proofread, probably ooc

⤷ soft clingy! lucifer hours

knock knock

you sigh, knocking on his door again only to be met with silence. turning the door handle, you peek into his study to see what he’s up to. You’re met with the usual sight of Lucifer hunched over his desk, with piles of papers scattered around him.

“lucifer?” you call out, stepping inside.

“mc? when did you come in?”

“i was knocking but you didn’t answer so i let myself in, sorry” you shoot him an apologetic smile.

“that’s alright, i must have not heard you then”

“anywho, how can i help you, my love?” he turns to you, putting some of his papers away, eyes dreary and voice heavy with sleep.

“i figured i’d bring you some tea, you’ve been cooped up here since forever” you walk up to his desk, putting the warm cup of tea on the table.

“thank you, mc” he smiles, pulling you into his lap. “i’m sorry for not spending a lot of time with you, i’m swarmed with all this paperwork and i–”

“it’s okay, luci” you cut him off with a gentle kiss on the lips. “i know you’re busy but i just want you to take care of yourself more” you run your hands through his hair, pressing another soft kiss on his forehead.

His lips curve into a smile as he leans into your touch. “i know” he hums, placing his head on your chest. “i love you so much mc, you have no idea” he mumbled, pressing a light kiss on your jaw.

Lucifer cherished moments like this the most where nothing else mattered, and it’s as if he was transported to a world of his own, not caring how long he’d be there as long as he was there with you.

“you're so cute when you're clingy, luci” you giggle, poking his nose.

“shh, stop ruining the moment"

"and i'm not clingy, i'm just tired, there's a difference"

“i could get used to clingy luci~” you tease again, pecking his lips.

“no, you ruined it, no more clingy luci for you” he smirks as your lips turn into a pout.

"you should go to bed now love, it's very late"

"aren't you gonna come?"

"I will, once i'm done will all this" he sighs, looking at all the scattered papers across his desk

"okay but make it quick, you need to rest"

"i'll be quick"

"good night luci" you smile, pressing one last kiss on his lips.

"good night, love" he whispers, returning the favour as he feels your smile against his lips and it fills his heart with so much pride and joy knowing he's the reason behind your smile.

reblogs appreciated <3 also i know it's kinda shit but i needed some soft lucifer :'(

#[✯] — writings!#lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me drabble #obey me lucifer #obey me imagines #lucifer x gender neutral reader #lucifer x gn!reader #the characterisation’s kinda shit but yea

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smolchildlevy · 2 years

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Can I get an mc with obey me boys that are a complete simp agrees with them in everything always being active in anything they do and try take blame for anything they do

Why yes you can <3

Obey me boys being simps <3

Warnings: fluff

Wont ever admit that he’s totally love struck for you.

He is always writing loving letters to you even if he lives in the same house because it’s his way of saying what he can’t aloud.

Classic type of guy. Roses, chocolates, tea and all.

Always asks how your day was and what you did because he’s genuinely interested.

He can’t bring himself to punish you as harshly as he would his brothers.

Another one that won’t admit it.

He will fight (or try to fight-) anyone who disagrees with you even if there’s the possibility you’re wrong.

Follows you around like a lost dog and denies it’s because of you even if it totally is.

Will face the music for you, he is used to it after all.

Literally lives off of your praise.

Buys two player games just for the two of you.

He likes having you sit between his legs and your back to his chest while gaming.

Movie/show binge nights are frequent.

Gets all mopey when you’re not with him.

Reads less until you read to him because he finds comfort in it.

He also likes reading to you though.

He will want to curse anyone who insults you in any way.

Wont let you go anywhere alone (unless you specifically ask him not to)

Always making sure he gives compliments and love to you everyday

He may be the Avatar of Lust, but he couldn’t possibly love anyone as much as he does you.

No matter how much you ask him not to, he constantly buys you new perfumes and clothing bc he thinks you look good in them <3

Stuck to your side 24/7.

Offers food to you. Even offers some to you before he ate any of it.

Brings you out to restaurants that he likes and that you like all the time.

He’s so supportive In everything you do. Basically like your cheerleader.

He will try to get you out of trouble by taking blame, attempting to mediate the situation.

Loves if you come with him when he works out, he even lets you sit on his back as he’s doing push-ups. It gives him motivation.

Always asks you to lay with him.

Drags you in bed with him if you’re being stubborn because he misses you.

Asks if he can lay on your lap a lot because it’s his favorite thing to do, second to cuddling with you.

Speaking of cuddling, once you climb into bed with him, he’s not letting you go.

Another fighter. He may be lazy, but he will go to war for you if needed.

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Requests are open <3

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Secret Santa Skit

Diavolo: “Okay everyone. Last year we did a secret gift exchange and…there were some interesting results…”

Luke: “I ended up with silky red thongs!”

Asmodeus: “If you didn’t like it you could’ve just given them to me!”

Luke: “No!”

Diavolo: “Anyway…this year we are playing a different kind of gifting game. MC, take it away!”

MC: “What? I was supposed to explain?”

Diavolo: “Yes!”

MC: “Okay-Uh…We will be doing a fun game called secret Santa. In this version, you know who you’ll be getting a gift for, but they don’t know who their Santa is, that’s why it’s called secret Santa.”

Luke: “Can we choose who we get?”

MC: “Nope. You draw names out of a hat and there’s usually a money limit and we should probably do that because some of us aren’t rich and don’t want to give lousy presents in comparison to whatever the hell Diavolo might get you.”

Mammon: “So what’s the limit, then?”

Diavolo: “Hm…does a million grim sound okay?”

MC: “Hell no, that’s almost ten thousand dollars worth?”

Diavolo: “How much grim do you have then?”

MC: “…”

MC: “Like a dollar’s worth…so about 100 grim….”

Everyone: “…”

Lucifer: “Mammon what’d you do?”

Mammon: “Huh!? Nothing!”

MC: “I may have gotten carried away last time I went shopping….it’s okay…I’ll just work again…”

Barbatos: “Yes, I’d advise that…”

MC: “Right…anyway by Christmas I should have about 20,000 grim if I work hard enough…but maybe 2,000 grim would be enough.”

Satan: “Can you even buy something decent with that?”

MC: “Yes!”

Diavolo: “Alright then. How about we just don’t stress our bank accounts?”

MC: “No! I’m gonna feel bad when one of you ends up with something lame and everyone else gets a diamond necklace or something?”

Diavolo: “If I’m not the person you’re gifting then you can ask me for help, I’m sure Lucifer would do the same.”

MC: “Well then I’m gonna feel bad about spending your money???”

Simeon: “How about you make them something. A handmade gift speaks volumes.”

MC: “Hm…I guess that could work…but I still feel there should be some kind of rule.”

Lucifer: “I think the only rule should be obvious. That we get what that person wants and not something we’d like so they can just return it to you like last year.”

Simeon: “I really liked my gift last year though.”

Diavolo: “Me too, but…some people, like Luke…ended up with silk thongs…”

Simeon: “That wasn’t even a thong it was a piece of string.”

Mammon: “Ahahaha. It was really funny watching Luke’s face though.”

Belphegor: “Pfft—hehehe, it was.

Lucifer: “Anyway…I support this idea. People are more likely to be satisfied with their gifts if the gifter knows who’s receiving it.”

Barbatos: “Yes. That way we can avoid getting our own gifts, unfortunate scandals with an angel child, and the unfortunate beef situation.”

Satan: “I thought we agreed to never talk about the beef situation.”

Barbatos: “I agreed to no such thing.”

Satan: “Gr…”

MC: “Uh, why don’t I know about this?”

Satan: “Because we don’t speak of it!”

Everyone: “…”

Solomon: “…right…are we going to be choosing our gift receiver from a hat then?”

Barbatos: “I’ve prepared this bucket. All of your names have been put in and you mustn’t look at the bucket while choosing.”

Solomon: “Of course.”

Diavolo: “And if you get your own name just put it back.”

Satan: “That’s just common sense.”

Belphegor: “No…I’m pretty sure if Mammon got his own name he wouldn’t put it back.”

Asmodeus: “Yeah probably not.”

Mammon: “Hey! I feel like I’m being insulted.”

Lucifer: “To some degree you are. Now then, MC, why don’t you draw first.”

MC: “Yeah, okay.”

You fiddled with the papers inside the hat for an annoyingly long time before picking one you felt must be right.

You opened the tiny slip of paper to see the name written across—Barbatos.

Everyone noticed the puzzled look on your face as you struggled to think of something more meaningful than silverware to buy.

You stuffed it in your pocket before anyone could peek and stepped to the side next to Lucifer who drew a name and instantly scowled which indicated it was probably Mammon.

Satan chuckled at his reaction and drew a name next to which he also looked disgusted and asked to draw again. Barbatos refused and he sulked as he walked back to the line.

Mammon trotted up confidently but stiffened up when he saw the name.

Mammon: “Dammit, not the puppy!”

Lucifer: “Really Mammon!”

Belphegor: “It was a secret dumbass!”

Mammon shrunk in on himself and Luke glared at him and huffed, certain he wouldn’t be getting a good gift.

Levi drew a name next and immediately cringed.

Diavolo was trying not to laugh at everyone’s reactions as this time Asmo drew a name and glared.

Asmodeus: “Uck, really?”

Diavolo covered his mouth as he snorted and Barbatos couldn’t help but turn his head and cover his mouth as he chuckled.

Lucifer glared at the both of them but they didn’t care. Diavolo seemed to really be enjoying himself.

The others drew names, occasionally scowling or looking confused. Diavolo and Barbatos drew last. Diavolo seemed pleasantly surprised and Barbatos looked thoroughly confused and showed the name to Diavolo, who also displayed confusion.

Diavolo seemed to be thinking back on something and shrugged. Lucifer looked curious about their conversation and stayed behind with them afterwards.

Diavolo and Barbatos started laughing so you assumed Lucifer did not get either of them.

Mammon immediately linked his arm through yours and pulled you to the side.

Mammon: “Hey, who’d ya get?”

MC: “I don’t know if I should tell you considering you gave away yours.”

Mammon covered his mouth and gave a mischievous laugh.

Mammon: “Heh, that’s what you think. I wanted to add a dramatic flair to throw my giftee off my tracks.”

MC: “Is that so?”

Mammon: “Yeah, see.”

Mammon showed you the slip of paper with Beel’s name written on it.

MC: “Huh. Who knew.”

Mammon: “What is that supposed to mean? I’ve got great ideas Y’know?”

MC: “Okay sure. Why are you showing me anyway?”

Mammon: “Cause you gotta help me find stuff—“

Luke: “Mammon!”

Mammon: “Huh?”

Luke: “Since it’s obvious you’re my secret Santa I need a word with you okay?”

Mammon: “Wha? Nah I think I’ve got this figured out.”

Luke: “You ruined my surprise so you’re gonna listen to me, got that, demon?”

Mammon: “Hey!”

MC: “Sorry Mammon, but Lucifer is calling me.”

Mammon: “No he ain’t!”

You sped walked away in the direction of Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo who stopped talking when you came into earshot.

Diavolo: “Why hello, MC. Are you excited?”

MC: “Most definitely. Also, I’m being nosy, so what are you laughing about?”

They gave each other a look and chuckled.

Lucifer: “We think Mammon may have put on a little performance.”

MC: “Oh, that? Yeah, he told me in like five seconds.”

Lucifer: “Of course he did…we just found it surprisingly tactful of him. Did he show you who he got?”

MC: “Beel.”

Lucifer: “Ah. I assumed he must’ve gotten you based on his reaction, I suppose he was just being dramatic.”

MC: “Now he’s got Luke following him around.”

Lucifer: “Hahahaha. Does he? That should be fun to watch.”

Diavolo: “Barbatos and I worried we may have written Luke’s name twice when Barbatos drew his name.”

Simeon: “Oh, you did?”

Lucifer: “Simeon. You here to tell us what he wants?”

Simeon: “I’m certain Mammon could do a better job of that. I’m here to request a quick visit to the celestial realm. I have an idea of something for Levi but it’s back home.”

Diavolo: “Is that so? Why I wouldn’t mind at all. Please do send Michael my regards and wish him a merry Christmas.”

Simeon: “I shall. I’m also certain he’ll be quite confused.”

The men chuckled and you stood there feeling a little left out. You needed to ask Lucifer about things Barbatos liked other than tea and cooking. He dedicated his entire life and personality to Diavolo—

That was it!

Diavolo! What would Barbatos want for Diavolo?

You suddenly smiled wickedly and the men stared at you in concern as you laughed to yourself and walked away, heading home to do some research.

Diavolo: “Should…should we be concerned?”

Lucifer: “Maybe. I’ll deal with it when I get home.”

After returning home, long after his brothers, Lucifer made his way to your room where he found you cross-legged on the bed staring at your laptop.

Lucifer: “MC?”

MC: “Uh-Huh?”

Lucifer: “What are you planning?”

MC: “A gift for Barbatos.”

Lucifer: “Do you need advice-“

MC: “Nope. You had your chance and I thought of something better. Need anything else?”

Lucifer: “Not really…but do you mind spying on Satan for me?”

MC: “Huh? Why?”

Lucifer: “Report every action to me and I’ll lend you the money for Barbatos’s gift.”

MC: “You got yourself a deal.”

The next day you wrapped yourself in a scarf and snuck out the door. You stayed about a hundred feet from Satan at all times and did your best to remain inconspicuous. When he went into a shop, you would go into the shop across the street and wait inside, watching to see when Satan would leave.

You were used to Satan’s routine so you found it very suspicious when he weaved in and out of music shops. It wasn’t his style and you had an inkling of an idea of who’s gift he was looking for and it caused you to laugh hard enough Satan noticed you from across the street.

You could barely contain yourself and were crying through laughter when Satan came to help you to your feet.

Satan: “What in the devildom, are you alright?”

MC: “Y-You got Lucifer, didn’t you!? Ahahahahaha!”

Satan: “Oh, be quiet, I didn’t want to!”

After you caught your breath you felt tremendous pride that Satan was making an effort to get his brother a gift.

Satan: “Just why are you grinning like that? It’s embarrassing me.”

MC: “Haha, is it? I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you’re really getting him something. Can I help?”

Satan blushed and shook his head but asked you a familiar question.

Satan: “Could you spy on him for me? Maybe learn something I don’t know about his usual routines?”

You agreed and linked your arm through his, smiling brightly. This way Satan would ask you to stay and you’d be less suspicious for shopping with him.

Occasionally Satan would pull treats from his pocket and leave them in the alley. You watched as cats came running to him.

He excitedly introduced one cat in particular to you. A gray cat you saw around the streets quite often. You recalled all the times you’d seen Satan fretting as he watched the cat cross the street or how he’d tense when he heard a cat fight and would walk in the direction to break it up.

There was likely no convincing Lucifer to get Satan a cat. Only a highly trained dog like Cerberus, or an animal who could be enclosed like a snake or a fish was acceptable to him. He’d hinted at a past incident where Satan had been allowed one cat but the flashbacks gave him a haunted look like he was remembering the great celestial war so you didn’t question it further.

After a few hours with Satan, you wanted nothing more than to go home when you saw Mammon looking pissed and noticed Luke following close behind, with Solomon following behind him.

Satan laughed and parted from you to go home as you decided to save Mammon and question the others about their luck with shopping.

MC: “Mammon! Hey!”

Mammon: “MC! My savior! Help me!”

Mammon nearly leaped into your arms he wrapped his arms around you and cried into your shoulder while Luke tapped his foot irritably.

Solomon finally caught up to Luke and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Mammon: *sob* “Make it—make it stooooop!” *sob*

Solomon: “Luke, maybe we should stop berating Mammon for once?”

Luke: “But—“

Solomon: “To me, it almost sounds like you’re being greedy? Just like Mammon don’t you think?”

Luke: “Ack! No! Never!”

Solomon: “Mammon, why don’t you go home for now?”

MC: “I’m gonna talk with Solomon and Luke, Satan is around the corner if you want to cry to him, okay?”

Mammon: “He’s gonna be meeeeeaaaaaan!”

MC: “Mammon, I love you sweetie, but please….”

Mammon nodded and sniffed, he turned around to glare at Luke before he sprinted home.

MC: “Geez, angle boy, what’d you do to him?”

Solomon: “Luke moved on from asking for cookbooks to asking for Mammon to change his behavior.”

MC: “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. Sorry, Luke.”

Luke: “Hmph!”

MC: “So, Solomon, Luke, you wanna tell me who you got?”

Solomon: “I don’t mind. I’ve gotten Belphegor. I’m sure a pillow will suffice, right?”

MC: “Maybe you should be more meaningful?’

Solomon: “I’m not sure Belphie really cares…”

MC: “Probably not but I’m sure his brothers will just get him pillows for Christmas anyway.”

Solomon: “Hm. That’s true…I’d hate to lack in originality. Luke and I were going to look around Majolish, would you like to join? Maybe you can find your giftee something nice?”

MC: “My gift is actually ready to pick up at the book store.”

Solomon: “Really? What about?”

MC: “Trust me, you’ll find out. It’s sure to get a reaction…hehehe.”

Luke: “MC you’re doing the scary laugh thing again.”

MC: “Oops, my bad. So, who’d you get Luke?”

Luke: “Diavolo! Can you believe it! He has everything and he can just get whatever he wants, what am I supposed to get him?”

MC: “For his birthday, Mammon and I got him joke gifts. You could try that.”

Luke: “No. Even if it’s a demon, it’s a Christmas gift and it needs to be sincere.”

MC: “I recall not long ago you’d have never said anything nice about a demon or do anything nice for them. You even said Michael was wrong for thinking we should all be friends.”

Luke: “Huh! I-I said no such thing-“

Solomon: “No, I remember that too.”

Luke: “Wha? W-well…”

Luke looked upset at the mentions of his past harsh judgment. He curled his fists in balls and proudly declared his idea.

Luke: “I’m going to write him a letter! Bye Solomon, I’ve gotta go now before I forget what I��m saying in my head!”

Solomon: “I- okay…?”

MC: “Well I guess that leaves just the two of us.”

Solomon: “Yes, how nice—“

Asmodeus: “Don’t go leaving me out of this!”

Salomon: “Oh my…”

MC: “There goes any semblance of peace.”

Asmodeus: “You guys I found the perfect gift.”

Asmodeus excitedly pulled a receipt out of his bag as soon as he’d caught up to you. The three of you stood at the corner of the sidewalk and read what the receipt was for. Solomon laughed and you withdrew, both in shock.

MC: “Uh….so just who is that for…”

Asmodeus: “Isn’t it obvious?”

MC: “Thankfully not…”

Asmodeus: “Mammon! Do you have any idea how much he used to jerk-“

MC: “Okay, I’ve heard enough!”

Solomon: “MC, just how do you live with seven demon men and not have these conversations every day?”

MC: “I make a point to avoid them and Levi and Lucifer always shut it down.”

Asmodeus: “Prudes. We’re brothers, who cares if we brag about our sex lives! Besides that, I give great advice.”

Solomon: “I recall the last advice you gave me not going too well…”

Asmodeus: “That’s because you did it wrong!”

MC: “You too Solomon?”

Solomon: “Well not anymore. There are certain things only Asmo can pull off…”

Asmodeus: “Aw, how sweet of you!”

MC: “Delightful…anyway…Asmo you have your present, Simeon has his, Luke is making his, Lucifer and Satan are hopeless, I know what I’m getting…I wonder what Beel and Belphie are up to.”

Asmodeus: “Well…Belphie is hopeless too. He’s decided to find every picture in existence of Lucifer and put it together in an album. He’ll probably fall asleep through his project.”

Solomon: “I might be able to help him with that. I can probably collect valuable information too.”

MC: “About what Belphie needs?”

Solomon: “…”

Solomon: “Okay.”

MC: “Huh? Aren’t we going to Majolish-“

Solomon: “Not anymore. Have a good time with that one, MC.”

MC: “What? I feel like I’ve circled the block the past ten minutes and that’s it? First was stalking Satan for hours on end, then I was walking with him, then he took off cause I saw Solomon and Luke, then Luke took off, and now I’m here!”

Asmodeus: “Sounds like fun! Wanna talk about it?”

MC: “No.”

Asmodeus: “Wanna go home?”

MC: “Yes! Wait, dammit! I have to pick up a book!”

Asmodeus: “About what?”

MC: “You’ll know.”

Asmodeus: “Ooooh, that sounds like fun! Does that mean you got me?”

MC: “No. I actually have no idea who has you.”

Asmodeus: “Suuuure, okay. Well, I guess I’ll just take my things home and you can stop by my room and wrap things with me.”

MC: “Sounds good.”

Finally alone again you caught your breath after being so turned around the past half hour. You made a straight line to the bookstore and took off your scarf once in the warm air. The bookstore was unusually busy. Diavolo had truly popularized Christmas so it was likely a holiday rush.

You decided to search the shelves for personal interests when you bumped into someone, causing them to drop their large stack of books.

MC: “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

You bent down to help the hooded man and quickly closed the opened books when they realized they were hardcore hentai books.

???: “Th-thanks.”

The man mumbled but his voice caught your ear and as the hooded man turned to leave you pulled off his hood and the man panicked.

The familiar flushed face of Levi whipped around snatched the hood back, humiliated.

You just gave him a deadpan look while he tried explaining himself.

Leviathan: “Um-Um! I can-I can explain! I-Uh-“

MC: “Dude, to each their own-“

Leviathan: “No! You don’t get it! I had to shop for Asmo. Asmo likes dirty stuff and I don’t want to go out and buy weird normie things and stuff so I thought this would be best!”

MC: “Stick to what you know.”

Leviathan: “Exactly! Wait a second—“

You snickered and walked away to the pick-up desk as Levi followed shouting about accidentally discovering doujinshi and a myriad of other excuses while you calmly waited in line for Barbatos’s book.

Leviathan: “So-so you get it now, right?”

MC: “Yep.”

Leviathan: “Oh thank goodness!”

Leviathan: “…”

Leviathan: “Wait! You’re lying to me, aren’t you!? Are you even listening, MC?”

You kept laughing and walked home with Leviathan where Lucifer stood staring out the window at you.

Leviathan: “Yikes! What’d we do?”

MC: “Oh. I’m just supposed to report back to him on my findings.”

Leviathan: “Of what?”

MC: “That’s a secret.”

Leviathan: “Huh? Does it have to do with me!? He doesn’t think I’m buying these for pleasure right? Did he text you!?”

MC: “Bro, chill. He just wants to talk to me.”

Levi blushed and quickly stuffed the books into his hoodie and made a mad dash to his room before anyone could stop him. Lucifer followed him with his eyes until Levi was out of sight and he turned back you, smiling.

Lucifer: “Well, then. Have you found anything useful for me?”

MC: “Yeah, but you’re not gonna like it.”

Lucifer: “Go on?”

MC: “I’ve got one word for you.”

MC: “Cat.”

Lucifer: “No.”

MC: “Then you’re on your own, I’m gonna go wrap my gift with Asmo.”

Lucifer: “Now hold on a second!”

MC: “I followed him for hours and all he did was go to the alleys and feed the cats, especially that gray one he always sneaks in the house.”

Lucifer: “Dammit, is it back here again?”

MC: “No, but I think he’s worried about its safety since Diavolo has changed the weather to be cold this week.”

Lucifer: “Hm…yes, Diavolo does seem to disrupt the entire ecosystem doesn’t he?”

MC: “That’s not the point. Good night, Lucifer, and good luck.”

Lucifer huffed and watch you leave to your room, the book tucked under your arm.

You knocked on Asmo’s door and it flew open. He pulled you inside by your scarf and twirled you to the center of his room where he plopped down surrounded by wrapping paper and bows.

Asmodeus: “I’m so glad you’re here! Can I see the book?”

Asmodeus: “….Pft!”

Asmodeus: “Oh no! This is amazing, I can’t wait to see how he reacts…ahahahaha. MC you’re a genius.”

MC: “Thank you, I know.”

Asmodeus: “Now, you can choose any paper you want! Barbatos will be really surprised if you hand him a glittery pink gift box, won’t he? Hehehe. I can imagine his surprised look.”

MC: “Ha! I can see it. It’s that look he gets when you say something completely out of character, like when Beel doesn’t want to eat.”

Asmodeus: “Yeah, haha! There isn’t much that throws him off guard even a little.”

MC: “Sure, I’ll use the pinky pie wrapping paper with some glittery pink ribbon please.”

Asmodeus: “Here you go—“

Mammon: “Asmo, ya got wrapping paper—oh hey MC.”

Asmodeus: “Mammon, you idiot! You scared me to death! Don’t just barge in here.”

Mammon: “I need some advice-“

Asmodeus: “One person at a time, goodbye!”

Mammon: “Hey! Don’t just shove me out the door! I need help-“

Asmodeus managed to shut and lock the door behind Mammon who angrily pounded on the door for a few minutes before groaning loudly and leaving.

Asmodeus breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down with you.

Asmodeus: “It’s a good thing I’d already wrapped his gift.”

MC: “So you’re giving him the receipt or something? He could just return it and get the money.”

Asmodeus: “No. The magazine subscription came with the first box, no extra charge.”

You avoided looking Asmo in the eye, feeling overheated from the implications of Mammon’s gift and Asmo’s familiarity with it.

MC: “So is there a reason you always call him a pervert?”

Asmodeus: “Ha!”

Asmodeus: “Oh goodness, yes! He’d just throw his used tissues next to the bed and let them pile up, it was so gross!”

MC: “Tissues…”

Asmodeus: “You know, to clean up the—“

MC: “Yeah, okay never mind, I got it!”

Asmodeus: “Pft—MC you crack me up. There’s really no reason to feel embarrassed hearing such things.”

MC: “Yeah but I also don’t think Mammon would be okay with us talking about him doing those things.”

Asmodeus: “You’re right. That’s what makes it gossip.”

MC: “For goodness sake…can you hand me a piece of tape, please?”

Asmodeus: “Of course.”

Asmo’s head whipped around angrily when they heard a light knock on his door.

Asmodeus: “Mammon, I told you to get lost!”

Belphegor: “It’s just me.”

Asmodeus: “Oh, okay, my bad Belphie, come on in.”

Belphegor: “Thanks.”

Asmodeus: “What do you need?”

Belphegor: “I don’t like glittery crafting type things and you do, so do you mind putting the craft book together for me? Also, do you have any pictures of Lucifer around?”

Asmodeus: “Of course I do, and I’ll help with your scrapbook but I’m not going to make it.”

Belphegor: “Why not? You look like you’re already done with yours?”

Asmodeus: “Yes, and now I get to relax and enjoy hot cocoa and snuggle with MC because they’re done too.”

Belphegor: “Ugh. Why couldn’t I have gotten someone easy to shop for like Beel. I hope his secret Santa knows how much he wants premium raw behemoth meat right now.”

MC: “In that case, you should go tell Mammon. He’s Beel’s Santa.”

Belphegor & Asmodeus: “Huh?”

Belphegor: “Isn’t he Luke’s?”

MC: “No he just pretended so it’d be a bigger surprise. Or maybe he’s actually getting something thoughtful and doesn’t want you to know.”

Asmodeus: “Pft! Thoughtful? Mammon? Those two words don’t go together, dear.”

MC: “Actually they do. He might act scummy in front of you and behind your backs but he also looks out for you guys.”

Asmodeus: “I’d like one example.”

MC: “I can give you one hundred and ninety-one examples that I’ve kept track of in my phone but right now I just wanna wrap stuff, it’s my favorite!”

Belphegor: “If you like wrapping stuff you’ll love making a scrapbook-“

MC: “No. I’m already double-booked.”

Asmodeus: “What does that mean?”

MC: “I’m a double agent between a certain pair of brothers in this house right now and it’s taking up all my time. You have no idea how hard it is to spy on those two, for heaven’s sake.”

Belphegor: “Cool. Well, when you’re done you can put it together, I’ll just leave it in your room.”

MC: “What? No.”

Belphegor: “K, thanks MC, bye Asmo.”

MC: “He just-“

Asmodeus: “Yeah, that’s Belphie for you. Do you need anything else MC? If not we can do some cuddling—“

Mammon: “Asmo! Seriously let me in, I need help!”

Asmodeus: “Ugh! I told you no!”

You ended up mediating the situation between the two and Mammon was crying trying to figure out how to hide a gift from Beel who could track down a single chicken nugget across the devildom in his sleep.

Asmodeus: “Well what kind of meat is it? Is it easy to hide?”

Mammon: “Hell no! It’s an entire freaking rib cage of that premium raw behemoth meat he’s been wanting for months.”

Asmodeus: “…”

Asmodeus: “Did Belphie tell you that?”

Mammon: “What? No. He talks about it at lunch and when he walks by the butcher’s shop and sometimes in his sleep. Seriously how could you not notice?”

Asmodeus: “…”

Asmodeus: “Fine. I’ll help you.”

Mammon: “Awesome! Thanks!”

You finally saw their chance to leave and took the present to their room.

You hid it in the closet and got ready for the night, feigning sleep before anyone else could disturb your day.

Three days past and things seemed to be going smoothly except for with Satan and Lucifer.

Lucifer praised you on their techniques of retrieving information just by being friendly with Satan and how inconspicuous you were being. Meanwhile, Satan said the same things, neither of them knowing you were just reporting information you already knew and your secretly interrogative discussions were just reporting missions back and forth.

It was draining and you still couldn’t get Lucifer to agree on letting Satan take in the cat.

On the other hand, you didn’t want to suggest just another old record for Lucifer. To you, that seemed too obvious, and you were hoping everyone would get something meaningful and not something expected.

MC: “Flowers.”

Satan: “Huh?”

MC: “He really likes flowers.”

Satan: “Pft! Lucifer? Lucifer likes flowers?”

MC: “Last Christmas his exchange gift was a rose breed that he created. Last month Mammon was beaten to a pulp for accidentally crushing a rose blossom Lucifer was growing on his desk. Lucifer was extremely angry when Mammon took the roses from the garden to give to me as a bouquet on my birthday, and lastly, he considered the disappearance of the endangered rose species in the primeval forest to be more important than when asteroids nearly struck the demon lord’s castle.”

MC: “The guy. Really. Really. Really. Likes. Roses!”

Satan: “U-Uh…okay. Yes, I see your point….I suppose we do have a lot of potted plants and such around the house. I never pay attention to it.”

MC: “But it stays alive and beautiful because Lucifer is always taking care of it.”

Satan: “Hm. Well, what am I supposed to do with that information? Just buy him a bouquet?”

MC: “There’s like a million online subscriptions for everything in the world. Is there one that sends packets of seeds every month or something?”

Satan: “…! MC, you’re a genius!”

MC: “So I’ve been told…you know I might not be paying but I know for a fact at least four presents in this secret Santa exchange are my idea! Not to mention Belphie made me make his scrapbook!”

Satan: “He didn’t make you.”

MC: “Well, no. But I couldn’t let Simeon receive an unfinished gift, now could I? You can’t leave out the angel on Christmas, even if he can be a sneaky brat.”

Satan: “Pht! Did you just call Simeon a sneaky brat?”

MC: “That man is always scheming and not even Diavolo can tell what he’s thinking.”

Satan: “Hm…hehe, I suppose if Simeon were a demon he’d be the avatar of scheming or something like that don’t you think?”

MC: “Probably. Anyway, back on topic, you go find something to do with roses and I’m going to make sure everyone is ready for the exchange. It’s midnight right now so technically Christmas is tomorrow already.”

Satan: “Right, thanks again. Hey, do you know who Lucifer is getting a gift for, he seems pretty stressed lately?”

MC: “Diavolo, I think.”

Satan: “That makes sense. That man has everything, not even Lucifer will be able to figure out what he really wants.”

You nodded and left Satan’s room on your way to Lucifer’s for the ninth time that day.

Lucifer: “Any news? New interests? Does he have plans this weekend, where to?”

MC: “No. You are noticeably stressed out and you need to just calm down. You already know the answer. It’s up to you what to do with it. If you really hate the idea of a cat so much then donate to an animal charity in Satan’s name or something. Better yet, do both. That man could use a cat, they are very therapeutic, especially the ones who don’t eat everything in their sight.”

Lucifer: “MC…”

MC: “Y-Yeah?”

Lucifer: “Meet me here tomor—…tonight—at eight PM sharp. Understand?”

MC: “Sure. But I’m done spying and I mean it. I just wanna watch some Christmas movies and relax.”

Lucifer: “Hm…I’ll allow it. I suppose you do deserve a break.”

MC: “Excuse me? I worked my ass off for you, you better give me more than unnecessary permission and recognition of my time wasted telling you the same thing hundreds of times. You may not be my secret Santa, but dammit I deserve a reward for this.”

Lucifer: “Yes, MC. I apologize. I’m a bit…stressed…as you’ve said you can tell.”

MC: “Yep. And I’m a lot stressed. Bye-bye.”

You closed the door loudly and sighed exasperatedly. When would that man learn? It only got worse during the holidays because he felt responsible for everything.

Only half-jokingly you shot Satan a message to just buy Lucifer weed and you made your way to the twin’s room to confirm they had things ready.

You walked into Belphegor bound in ribbon from some inexplicable wrapping mishap as Beel ate the wrapping paper while staring into space thinking about God only knows what.

MC: “Uh….bad time?”

Belphegor: “MC, please help me!”

MC: “Okay….so what’s up with Beel?”

Belphegor: “He’s realized his gift idea may have been a horrible life-endangering decision.”

MC: “What? What does that mean, what the hell did he do?”

Belphegor: “Solomon can’t cook to save his life. So Beel thought, ‘hey why not get the man a cookbook and he can learn something. Not bad right? Until you realize the man doesn’t follow rules and even if he did he’d need to actually cook the dishes and have someone determine if he’s doing it right.”

MC: “Well shit… Solomon will probably like it but…there will indeed be a sacrifice.”

Belphegor: “Good thing the angels live with him and not us.”

MC: “For now. But when I’m back in the human world I’m the one that has to spend time with him as his apprentice.”

Belphegor: “Yikes. Well…just think of it as building your immunity to poison and unfathomably terrible sickness.”

MC: “That helped nothing….I just wanted to make sure everyone is ready. Less than twenty-four hours until it’s Christmas Morning.”

Belphegor: “Dammit, don’t remind me. Mammon is gonna wake us up early, I just know it.”

MC: “Yes. Yes, he will. And you are not going to kill him, that’s an order.”

Belphegor: “Aw….the one thing I was looking forward to doing…”

You left the twins knowing one was done with his preparations and the other may have given the gift of a new plague all to make one sorcerer happy.

You confirmed that Satan had something in mind he’d run out to get last minute; Mammon had hidden the meat in a freezer at the demon lord’s castle; Asmo had everything wrapped and was ready to record Mammon’s reaction; Levi had wrapped his presents too but was having a crisis because everyone would figure out he was the secret Santa and that he knew about “dirty manga”; Simeon had returned with his gift for Levi; Luke had finished a letter so touching that it brought Simeon to tears and Solomon had found something he thought would be nice for Belphegor.

After confirming everything would turn out well you realized their secret Santa could only be one person.

Since Barbatos mentioned drawing Luke’s name, and you knew everyone else…that meant Diavolo was your secret Santa.

Knowing he strongly opposed the price limit, you felt your heart beat in anticipation of what he might have gotten you, though you forced yourself not to get too worked up over it, in case he’d decided to stick with it after all.

You knew for a fact that Mammon, Asmodeus, and Leviathan had gone over the spending limit so it was highly likely that Diavolo would do the same. But who knows? He might just have Barbatos pick something out but you had known the prince long enough to know Diavolo wasn’t that kind of person.

You could barely sleep that night. You were too excited to see what Diavolo had gotten you for tomorrow and were noticeably cheerier which brightened everyone’s mood.

Satan came home early in the morning from finishing his shopping but he had a worried look on his face as he trudged up to his room.

You frowned and followed him upstairs but Satan refused to answer his door.

Lucifer: “Is something wrong MC? It’s not eight, yet.”

MC: “Satan is really upset about something, even I can’t get through to him.”

Lucifer: “Oh? Is that all?”

MC: “Seriously? You haven’t even gotten the man a gift yet and now you don’t give a crap on why he’s so depressed on Christmas Eve of all days?!”

Lucifer: “Actually I have gotten him something.”

MC: “Oh really?”

Lucifer: “Yes. I have a plan actually. And part of it involves Satan getting depressed.”

MC: “Great idea. Wonderful gift. Depression is a blessing. Said no one ever!? Ugh! This is why I’m glad I ended up involved with everyone’s gifts. They might’ve done something as stupid as giving their brother the gift of depression.”

Lucifer: “…”

Lucifer: “Can I finish explaining, or do you need more time to salt all that sarcasm you’re spewing nonsensically.”

MC: “Maybe!”

Lucifer: “Right….”

Lucifer: *sigh*

Lucifer: “I suppose it can’t be helped. I just didn’t want to burden Barbatos more than necessary.”

MC: “What did you do….”

Lucifer: “Follow me. I’ll show you my present. Be prepared to take back everything you just said.”

MC: “Trust me, I’m counting on it.”

Lucifer nodded and put on his coat. He wrapped a scarf around you and pulled you behind him as he strode into town.

You became more and more confused as Lucifer walked you both through alleys and behind stores instead of into the stores.

MC: “Are you looking for trash? I guess that’s an upgrade from depression.”

Lucifer: *sigh*

MC: “Great way to strengthen your relationship. Never would’ve thought he loved trash-bags.”

Lucifer: “Oh, quiet, you. No, I’m looking for the gray cat he likes.”

MC: “Seriously!?”

Lucifer: “What? Is there something wrong with that?”

MC: “Aaaawwwww, Luci! You do have a heart!”

MC: “…so then why is your first step making Satan sad?”

Lucifer: “Don’t call me Luci! I told the cat that he’ll get to live with Satan if he disappeared for that day.”

MC: “When did you get the time to do that?”

Lucifer: “After you stormed out of my room.”

MC: “Oh, yay! So, I convinced you then?”

Lucifer: “No. I just wasn’t given any better options. I’ve been stressing all week making preparations for the damn cat, not because I didn’t have a gift in mind. I may not act like it MC but I do care for my brothers.”

MC: “Hehe. You’re so sweet sometimes, why do you do everything in your power to seem like an asshole instead?”

Lucifer: “I beg pard—“

MC: “Oh! It’s the cat!”

Lucifer: “Hm? Ah, there you are.”

Cat: “Mrow.”

Lucifer: “I’m sorry you missed your breakfast routine but it’s for a good reason, okay?”

Cat: “Meooooow.”

Lucifer: “No you cannot invite your clan.”

Cat: “Mew…”

MC: “You made him sad.”

Lucifer: “Be quiet. He’s fooling you.”

MC: “Okay. Well…we gave Satan anxiety and now we’re talking to a cat in an alleyway, what’s your next step?”

Lucifer: “Take him to the vet, get him neutered so he doesn’t father a million kittens, then we give him to Barbatos. I already bought its things, Barbatos has a room for him. I wasn’t going to do anything until later tonight so Barbatos didn’t have to worry about keeping an eye on the cat.”

MC: “Oh. Well…despite your weird method of getting Satan to be even happier with your present, you really gave him the best gift he could ask for.”

Lucifer: “Don’t get me wrong. This will be beneficial for me as well.”

MC: “I’m afraid to ask why, but I have to.”

Lucifer: “Simply put—This cat comes with conditions and if he doesn’t follow them I’m taking it away.”

MC: “You can’t bribe someone with the life of an animal.”

Lucifer: “Watch me.”

MC: “No!”

Lucifer: “Relax, MC. My conditions are he doesn’t get another cat like last time or keep sneaking them in overnight.”

MC: “Let me guess…he filled the house with cats last time?”

Lucifer: “Unfortunately.”

MC: “Honestly I don’t see that as a bad thing.”

Lucifer: “They were more expensive to feed than Beelzebub, there are still stains we can’t remove even with magic, and you could not even see the ground. If you fell on your back, too bad, that was it, you were flooded by cats and there was no surviving.”

MC: “Well okay then……”

After the bustle of Christmas morning, the long-awaited Secret Santa event at Diavolo’s castle began.

You’d already eaten and Beel was positive he smelled what he’d asked for and asked everyone to hurry up in a somewhat threatening manner.

Dressed for comfort, you and the boys formed a half-assed circle in front of Diavolo’s titan tree.

Barbatos disappeared for a moment but returned with a box, furiously shaking.

Mammon: “Okay I thought we agreed Solomon wouldn’t be cooking!”

Solomon: “Hm? I don’t remember making anything.”

Barbatos: “Ah, I don’t recommend trying to cook this present lest you befall the wrath of hell.”

Luke: “Eek! What is it!”

Barbatos: “It belongs to Satan.”

Satan: “What? I’m going first then? Okay give it here—“

Cat: “Mrow!”

Luke: “Aaaah! It’s attacking him!”

Asmodeus: “Is that a—“

Mammon: “Cat!?”

Belphegor: “Lucifer isn’t gonna let you keep that.”

Satan: “…unless…”

Lucifer: *trying his best not to blush*

Satan: “Um…thank you Lucifer…I really mean that.”

*click*

Lucifer & Satan: “Delete that picture or I’ll kill you.”

Asmodeus: “Eek! Can’t I just get a cute photo of you acting like family for once?”

Lucifer & Satan: “No.”

MC: *mumbling* “Like father like son.”

Lucifer & Satan: “Excuse me!?”

MC: “Shit—“

Diavolo: “Right then! Moving along, shall we? Barbatos why don’t you bring Lucifer’s gift?”

Barbatos: “Yes My Lord.”

Lucifer: “Seed packets…?”

Satan: “Actually it’s a monthly subscription to a gardening warehouse. Every month you’ll get a new box with seeds that are best planted the month received. Mostly it’s flowers but sometimes there are bushes too, it’s supposed to be rarer fauna too.”

Diavolo: “Well I guess it’s no secret who your Santa is?”

Lucifer: “…thank you….”

Satan: “…yeah…”

Everyone: “…”

MC: “Wow, this is so rare that no one knows what to do…”

Diavolo: “Yes. Thank you for breaking the silence I was a bit lost there….Barbatos why don’t we give Mammon his gift?”

Mammon: “Sweet gimme gimme!”

Asmo took out his phone and secretly began recording while stifling laughter.

Mammon: “Sweet! I got—oh shit!”

Mammon stuffed it back into the box before anyone could see and his face was bright red.

Asmodeus: “Mammooooon, why don’t you show us all what you got, hm?”

Mammon: “D-Dammit Asmo, this was definitely you! I haven’t needed these things since I met MC!”

Asmodeus: “…”

MC: “…”

Asmodeus: “Mammon, dear….”

Mammon: “What!?”

Asmodeus: “MC knows what I got you…”

Mammon: “…well…I’ll just go feed myself to Cerberus.”

Mammon actually got up and left. He started sprinting when he was far away enough, clutching his gift to his chest so no one bothered checking what he got.

Satan: “What’d you…”

Asmodeus: “A monthly subscription to Seduce Me Succubus.”

Leviathan: “Bahahahahahahaha!”

Lucifer: “Oh dear.”

Satan: “Isn’t that…”

Belphegor: “Yep. Porno mags.”

Luke: “What’s that?”

Everyone: “…”

MC: “Okay. No one discusses that Mammon just admitted to thinking about me instead of his magazines.”

Leviathan: “You did, just now.”

MC: “Shoosh, I process my thoughts better out loud.”

Lucifer: “That’s certainly not a good thing.”

MC: “Yes, I know.”

Simeon: “You know what? Luke, why don’t we open your gift?”

Luke: “Hmph. It was Mammon anyway, so I don’t expect—“

Luke: “…Huh? A personal cookbook…Barbatos? These are your recipes. I can really make these?”

Barbatos: “Why of course. Just keep them to yourself.”

Luke: “Did Mammon ask you to?”

Barbatos: “No. Mammon lied about getting you to throw his true recipient off course—“

Beelzebub: “I want my present now! I can smell it!”

Lucifer: “Beel, please calm down—“

Barbatos: “Please wait a moment Beel, I’ll bring it right to you.”

Beelzebub: “Hmmmmmmm….”

Belphegor: “Shh…it’s okay Beel. You’re okay…just a minute.”

Beelzebub: “Mmmmmm….”

Luke: “I feel like I’m in danger…”

Simeon: “Don’t worry Luke, I’m right here.”

Luke: “Heh? Well, I’m not scared or anything!”

Barbatos: “Beel, I believe this is-“

Beelzebub: “My behemoth!”

Beelzebub leaped onto the giant slab of meat Barbatos had wheeled out and broke the cart as he landed on it and began tearing into the meat.

You watched in horror as it dawned on you how obsessively hungry Beel could become.

MC: “Okay now I feel like I’m in danger…”

Beelzebub: “Thanks Belphie!”

Belphegor: “Hm? I didn’t get that for you.”

Beelzebub: “Huh? But you’re the only one I told about it.”

Belphegor: “No. apparently while he’s busy snooping around like the scum he is, our dear big brother likes to eavesdrop and happened to know you wanted it.”

Diavolo: “Does no one understand the term secret Santa?”

Beelzebub: “Huh? That’s sweet of him.”

Lucifer: “Yes…how very strange.”

Leviathan: “I guess I’ll go next then…hm…”

Leviathan: “I-Is this!? No! It couldn’t be, there’s no way! S-Simeon!”

Simeon: “Hm? What makes you think it’s from me?”

Luke: “You’re being really obvious, Simeon.”

Simeon: “Oh? My mistake.”

Leviathan: *clutching the box to his chest and sobbing*

Lucifer: “…Simeon. What exactly did you get him?”

Simeon: “The very first printed TSL book. Normally I’d keep the firsts but Levi knows the books even better than I do and I know he’ll take good care of it.”

Leviathan: “With my life!”

Leviathan: *sobbing*

Asmodeus: “Wow, Simeon! That’s so sweet of you!”

Luke: “Of course it is, he’s an Angel.”

Solomon: “Hn…how lucky.”

MC: “Aw, is someone jealous?”

Solomon: “I didn’t say that, now did I? Anyway if it’s alright by the rest of you, I’d like to open my gift.”

Barbatos: “Here is yours, Solomon.”

Beelzebub suddenly looked pale and became nauseous at the idea of Solomon incorrectly using the gift. Solomon tore the paper off and flipped the book right side up, smiling brightly.

Solomon: “How thoughtful! A cooking book!”

Lucifer: “Whoever gave Solomon more ideas to cook will be hanging from my chandelier until they decompose!”

Satan: “Yikes.”

MC: “Should we call Mammon back.”

Lucifer: “He’s been back, he’s just hiding behind the tree.”

Satan: “Huh? I didn’t see him come in.”

Lucifer: “Yes. Most people don’t, that’s why he always gets away with stealing.”

Mammon: “Shut up, I’m not here!”

Simeon: “How nice, a talking tree.”

Mammon: “Hey! I’m not some tree!”

MC: “So then you admit to being there?”

Mammon: “Dammit just shaddup.”

Diavolo: “Okay, who hasn’t opened their gifts yet? Barbatos, myself, MC, Asmodeus, Simeon, aaand…Belphie.”

Belphegor: “Don’t call me Belphie.”

Diavolo: “I’m just reading the name on the gift.” *pouting*

Belphegor: “I’ll go next then.”

Belphegor refused to move from his spot so Diavolo handed it to him.

Diavolo: “Here you go.”

Belphegor: “Yep…”

Belphegor: “An eye mask?”

MC: *mumbling* “Very original Solomon.”

Solomon: “MC.”

MC: “Whoops.”

Lucifer: “Secret isn’t in your dictionary is it, MC?”

MC: “Pft— excuse me? I was playing spy for you AND Satan and I already knew half the gifts in this room. I know how to keep a damn secret.”

Belphegor: “Yeah. Remember how they lied to you for months about not knowing I was being held prisoner in the attack?”

Everyone: “…”

Solomon: “…anyway. This eye mask is special! It has magical qualities that will induce REM sleep and prevent nightmares.”

Belphegor: “Really?”

Solomon: “Mhm.”

Belphegor: “Thank you, Solomon. I don’t think I’ve had a good dream in a long time…”

MC: “Now I feel bad…”

Diavolo: “Okay then. Simeon, how about you open your gift next?”

Simeon: “I’d love to.”

Simeon took the paper off slowly, he didn’t seem to like to tear it when it had such cute snowmen designs.

Mammon: “Bro, that’s not how you unwrap presents.”

Simeon: “This is how I unwrap presents, it doesn’t matter anyway I’ve already finished.”

Simeon: “Oh? A scrapbook….”

Simeon: “Pft— ahahahahaha. Oh, Belphegor. Thank you very much—ahahahahahaha. This—this is truly a gift to the whole of the celestial realm. Ahahahaha!”

Everyone seemed taken aback. No one had heard Simeon laugh like that before.

Lucifer: “Now what did he—“

Simeon: “It’s a secret!”

Lucifer: “Give it here, let me see!”

Simeon: “Pft! No! Ahahahaha, this is mine!”

Lucifer: “Why won’t you let me see!?”

MC: “Lucifer please get off of Simeon. I can tell you later if you want.”

Lucifer frowned and looked very annoyed with Simeon, he was even in his demon form, black feathers fluffing up in agitation while Diavolo laughed at him.

You knew that if Lucifer discovered Simeon now had a scrapbook comprised completely of pictures secretly taken of him throughout his life in the devildom then he’d flip out and cancel Christmas.

The mischievous gleam in Simeon’s eyes made it apparent he was going to show the entire realm. It was a gift that wouldn’t stop giving.

MC: “Oh boy…well hopefully these next presents will be…normal? I hope…Also, Mammon come out from behind the damn tree and sit your ass in the circle!”

Mammon: “Eep! Okay, okay.”

Mammon trudged over, still redder than a beat, and sat in between Asmodeus and you.

Satan: “Should we even let Asmodeus open his gift here? Or at least take Luke out of the room?”

Asmodeus: “Oh? Do you know what I’m getting?”

Satan: “No, but I can only assume it’s not appropriate…”

Asmodeus: “Oo, I hope so!”

Simeon: “Oh dear…”

Lucifer: “Who got Asmodeus?”

Diavolo: “Don’t answer him, this is secret Santa.”

Lucifer: “Name one gift that’s been given whom we don’t know bought it.”

Diavolo: “…”

Lucifer: “Right, so—“

Belphegor: “Why does it matter?”

Lucifer: “So we know whether or not to send the angels and MC out of the room.”

MC: “Why me? I’ve seen some freaky shit with you guys around.”

Diavolo: “Lucifer, what sort of things have you and your brothers done in front of MC?”

MC: “Too many things…”

Diavolo: “…”

Asmodeus: “Oh! This looks nice!”

Lucifer: “I didn’t say you could open it-“

Asmodeus: “I didn’t ask.”

Asmodeus: “Hehehe…Levi, this must be from you?”

Levi pulled his pajama hoodie over his head and buried his face between his knees.

Belphegor: “Haha! Levi’s the worst person to shop for Asmo. Asmo show us what you got!”

Luke: “No, don’t!”

Asmodeus: “Oh calm down. It’s Levi’s version of porn-“

Leviathan: “Huh?!”

Luke: “Of what?”

Mammon: “Asmo, lemme see.”

Mammon: “Pft. Hehehe. I’ve seen some of these, they aren’t too bad. Not all of Levi’s stuff is lame.”

Beelzebub: “Hm? I wanna see…oh…”

Beelzebub turned pink and sat back down. Lucifer beckoned him over to tell him what Asmo got and Lucifer laughed.

Lucifer: “I suppose those two do have one interest in common…”

Leviathan: “D-D-D-Don’t say that! W-w-we don’t have anything in common! Not at all!”

Asmodeus: “I’m gonna get a kick out of these. Levi, why don’t we have a chat later?”

Leviathan: “Absolutely not!”

Luke: “What’s happening?”

Simeon: “I’m not sure…”

Satan’s cat leapt from his arms and began playing with the glittery bow on Barbatos’s gift.

Diavolo: “I believe the cat has chosen you, Barbatos-“

MC: “Wait no!”

Diavolo: “Is something wrong?”

Lucifer: “Why is it wrapped in pink pony paper…that’s a disgusting sentence I just uttered…”

MC: “For personal amusement, just like everything I do.”

Diavolo: “That is quite funny, I never imagined Barbatos unwrapping something so glittery. Here you—“

MC: “No, no, no! Barbatos only open yours after I’ve opened mine!”

Barbatos: “Hm? That’s fine with me but is something wrong?”

MC: “My not-so-secret Santa isn’t going to want to give me a gift if he sees what you got first…”

Diavolo: “What? Did I give it away?”

MC: “Just now, yes. But I knew everyone’s secret Santa so you were the only conclusion.”

Diavolo: “Aww…what a shame, it was meant to be a surprise.”

Barbatos: “If you don’t mind me saying so my lord, it’s quite obvious you were the gift giver.”

Diavolo: “Is it?”

Lucifer & Barbatos: *sigh* “Yes…”

Diavolo: “Hm?”

Luke: “W-Well then I guess Diavolo should open his gift next then.”

Luke took a letter from his jacket and handed it to Diavolo and ran back to his spot, pink in the face and partially hiding behind Simeon.

Diavolo: “Oh? Why thank you, Luke. I’m interested to see what you’ve gotten me.”

Luke turned a darker shade of pink and nodded while Simeon laughed at him.

Diavolo: “A letter? ‘Dear Diavolo’—“

Luke: “DON’T READ IT OUT LOUD!”

Simeon: “Luke, my ears—“

Diavolo: “Hehe…okay then. Hmm….”

Diavolo sat in silence as everyone watched his expressions change from confused to surprised to joy.

Lucifer: “Diavolo are you alright—“

Diavolo: *trying not to cry* “I’m fine…”

Mammon: “Luke what the heck did you do?”

Lucifer: “What in the devildom did you do to make him like that?”

Lucifer looked at Luke, accusatorially, while pointing a finger at Diavolo sniffing back tears and burying his face in the note, as Barbatos patted his back.

MC: “Diavolo, are you okay? Luke, what did you do?”

Luke: “Nothing!”

Diavolo: “No.”

Everyone: “Hm?”

Diavolo: “Luke, this is not nothing…this is confirmation of my greatest dream come to light…thank you so very much, Luke, from the bottom of my heart, I mean that. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Diavolo smiled, eyes watering as Luke blushed and hid in his hat.

Luke: “G-good. I’m glad you like it then…”

Diavolo: “Barbatos, please have this framed immediately—“

Luke: “Huh! N-no that’s personal! I don’t want anyone else reading it!”

Simeon: “But I read it too, it was beautiful. It moved me to tears.”

Diavolo: “That does seem to be the prevailing effect.”

Diavolo stood up and walked over to Luke who looked worried but then screamed and tried to run as Diavolo scooped him into his arms and bear-hugged him.

Luke: “C-Can’t…Breathe…”

Simeon: “Oh dear. Diavolo—“

Diavolo: “Oh no, I’m sorry, Luke. Hehe…here you go…”

Diavolo handed Luke’s partially limp body to Simeon as Luke caught his breath.

MC: “You nearly killed an Angel on Christmas Day…”

Barbatos: “That’s how we used to celebrate.”

Everyone: “…”

Diavolo: “Yes…but not anymore, obviously….so I guess this means it’s MC’s turn to unwrap their gift!”

Your eyes widened in excitement and you tore open the box and held up a pair of keys.

MC: “D-Did you buy me a car!? I said there should be a spending limit—“

Diavolo: “I didn’t, but I could if you’d like.”

MC: “Th-then what are these for? A house?”

Diavolo: “Sort of!”

Mammon: “Ya got them a damn house!? I’ve known you for millennia, where’s my house?”

Lucifer: “Mammon, shut up!”

Mammon: “Huh? What about your house then, ya guys are practically—“

Satan slammed a hand over Mammon’s mouth.

Lucifer: “Thank you, Satan.”

Satan: “I didn’t do it for you. No one likes listening to him talk.”

Mammon: *muffled* “HEY!”

Diavolo: “Here’s your second gift, MC!”

Beelzebub: “Two gifts…”

Diavolo: “Technically it’s the same gift, just different parts.”

You opened the box and found a photo album of a cute island, and cozy huts on the beach. The photos included rare animals, beautiful scenery, and secret coves on the island, and then it clicked in your head.

MC: “Wait, what the fuck! Did you! Did you buy me an island!”

You thought you’d go into shock and fell back into Mammon’s side.

Diavolo chuckled as Barbatos and Lucifer sighed.

MC: “Wh…Huh…b-but….”

Asmodeus: “Guess there really wasn’t a spending limit after all?”

Diavolo: “On the contrary, Asmodeus, this cost me exactly zero Grimm.”

MC: “Wha?”

Diavolo: “Hehe. Don’t worry MC I followed your game rules. I didn’t buy any of this, I just made it—“

MC: “You made it!?”

Diavolo: “Yes, precisely. I can’t wait to show you around, those pictures aren’t even the half of it.”

MC: “wh…wh…how am I supposed to pay you back…”

Diavolo: “it was free.”

MC: “But…I can’t possibly accept this…can I?”

Diavolo: “Oh? Should I give it away—“

MC: “Hell no!”

Diavolo: “?”

Asmodeus: “Pft!”

MC: “S-sorry! I mean…I have no idea how to put into words how happy and grateful I am…I can’t believe you really did this…”

Diavolo: “Is it too much?”

Lucifer & Barbatos: “Yes.”

Diavolo: “Hehe…maybe? But you’ve done so much for us MC. I even tailored the island to your personal tastes! For example, there isn’t any sand in the ocean water because I know you hate that. The sand is soft and doesn’t burn your feet. Many of the fauna and animals and secret coves, caves, and creeks are just like pictures you’ve saved or liked on your social media!”

Leviathan: “Verging into creepy a little bit….”

Lucifer: “Levi, quiet!”

Leviathan: “Am I wrong?”

Levi gave a confused look to Mammon who shook his head, agreeing with Levi. You agreed too but didn’t care.

With all this fuss you nearly forgot Barbatos had yet to open his gift and your heart sank.

MC: “Umm…Diavolo…I love you very much so….please don’t hate me when Barbatos opens his gift….”

Diavolo: “Why would I hate you?”

MC: “Ummm….well…you’ll see…”

Diavolo: “Barbatos, open your gift.”

Everyone crowded closer to Barbatos to see what your problem was. Barbatos took extra care not to get glitter from the string and bow onto his uniform and took the wrapping paper off without tearing it.

Simeon: “See, I’m not the only one who does that.”

Mammon rolled his eyes at the Angel and Barbatos chuckled at them.

Barbatos looked a bit nervous with everyone crowding him so Lucifer “suggested” they give him space.

Barbatos opened the box and his eyes lit up in surprise and amusement and he began to laugh. He covered his mouth trying to remain professional but he had to turn away for a moment to recover.

Barbatos: “Hehehe…thank you very much, I’m certainly going to be using this.”

Mammon: “C’mon what is it?”

Barbatos: “Why it’s a lovely cooking book…”

Satan: “Pft—“

Lucifer: “Oh dear…”

Mammon: “Ahahahaha!”

Belphegor: “Hehehehe—”

Solomon: “MC, you didn’t!”

Diavolo: “M-MC, you traitor! How could you do this to me!?”

MC: “My bad…”

Beelzebub: “I don’t get it? What’s wrong with a book of pickle recipes?”

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My dear demon ♡๋࣭⭑☾࿔

Another restless night starts for MC, plagued by the tormented cries of souls being consumed by the brothers inside the house of lamentation.

As the screams echoed through the darkness, doubts crept into their mind. Should they intervene? Did they possess the authority to do so?

They tossed and turned in their bed, the discomfort mirroring the turmoil within.

Despite being part of the family now, they cannot ignore the undeniable truth: Their affection towards this specific human doesn't stop their nature, who they needed to be…

They are demons, hungry monsters that feeds themselves with mortal souls.

This would n e v e r change.

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achoonihaachu · 2 years

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I don't know whether or not you take NSFW prompts, but if you feel up to writing this— I've seen a lot of women coming to the scary realization that men can actually feel their lady parts throbbing when they sit on those men's laps.

Is it possible that we could see some reactions from the brothers when this kind of scenario plays out? Ignorant MC trying to keep themselves together without knowing they've already been given away. And can this be set before any romantic relationship develops? Thank you so much!

Older Brothers React to "Feeling" You...

(Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan)

a/n: i've literally had this planned for so long! >:(( i'm not too good at writing nsfw yet so i hope you still end up liking this >< i'll upload for the younger brothers soon! ilya! take care and have fun getting a tad spicy ;D

warning: nsfw prompt! read with caution!, not proofread!

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer grew closer when you came back for your second year in the Devildom. He’s always been closed off and unwilling to open up to temporary people.

He says it’s to save himself from the hassle, it’s truly to save his heart from the ache when they leave.

He lets you grow close to his brothers before he takes his time in the spotlight. He wanted to sort of “feel out” how your relationship was going with his six younger brothers because though he’d never admit it out loud, he’d always put them on top of his list of priorities.

But when you grew close, you grew close quickly.

He’d invite you to lunch, the pair of you would go on strolls, and he’d let you have full access to his room and his office (even when he wasn’t around).

You’d normally hang out in his room during days when none of the other Avatars are vying for your attention; It’d normally be on the days when Lucifer tries to call for family meetings regarding the weekly spending and the overall average grades of the family.

For some strange reason, you’d be the only one at his door when the time came.

You’d take the time to just chill together, maybe watch a few movies when the eldest finishes his pile of paperwork early.

He loved catching you off guard. You’d be sitting in a swivel chair beside him and he’d suddenly stand up, carry you bridal style and carry you to his plush bed with the satin sheets.

He’d sit you on his lap or between his legs and he’d hold you tight while you hold your breath.

He smelled like sin incarnate; so intoxicating and teasing and you were afraid you’d get drunk on him if you breathed in too much.

You’d normally quickly pull away, face burning red and chest heaving and he’d simply stare at you in confusion.

But confusion’s a strong word… He’s what some might call a uh- “actor”.

He’s well aware of your quickening heartbeat; the arousal was practically dripping off your soul and if he were any other demon, he’d probably pin you down on the bed and take you the way he wants you.

But he wasn’t just any demon; he’s Lucifer Morningstar.

And this cocky motherfucker had a nasty habit of teasing.

You were lounging in Lucifer’s room again that day. The other boys were doing their own things so you were left to your own devices with the eldest. You were somewhat repressing your feelings for him- I mean, he’s this almighty being, the literal Avatar of Pride, why in Diavolo’s name would he ever be attracted to a simple, weak human? Right?

Right…

Your eyes would wander from your D.D.D screen, linger on his form and your collar would feel too tight around your neck. For some reason, you wanted something else wrapped around your neck. Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer was well aware of your stare; in fact, he would steal glances at your lying form on his bed. He was all alone with you, he was done with the work Diavolo assigned to him and now he was getting quite… bored. He watched as your thighs rubbed together ever so deliciously when the most brilliant idea popped into his mind.

He made a show of filing the papers away into one of the many drawers his desk had and he took his sweet time in walking toward you. Your hair splayed against the sheets, your body looked tiny in his king-sized bed. Your eyes were demure but he could see past the faux innocence; A little devil disguised as the purest of angels. He smiled at you as he reached down to lift you effortlessly into the air before sitting you down on his lap.

You were straddling him.

You sucked a sharp breath through your teeth; well fuck it all then. You were trying so hard to not fall victim to his charms but being in such close proximity to his boyish smirk and those ruby eyes of his that were… Absolutely mesmerizing. You tried to calm your racing heart but you could feel your body heat up in more ways than one.

Before Lucifer could even tease you, he felt it. The light thrum, a sort of pulse rhythmically beat lightly against his upper thigh; it was such a faint feeling, he almost missed it. His eyes widened ever so slightly, he scanned your face for any trace of embarrassment or even discomfort but your shallow breathing indicated otherwise.

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he grabs your face in one of his large hands, “Well, then… What’s with the look on your face, my dear?” His voice made the fire burning in your core burn hotter. You were stuttering a lousy excuse as he nodded mindlessly.

The pulsing only grew stronger, quite frankly. It was irregular and he quickly grew addicted to the feeling of it. You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips. An airy sound akin to a whine that had his devilish grin grow wider. Your arms snake up to wrap around his neck and you wriggle around helplessly as Lucifer made no move to push you off. You whined about how embarrassed you were but he could tell from your body that… Well, you were far from embarrassed. You seemed to actually enjoy this.

He bucks his thigh up and the sound you made…

Well, well well… Who knew you were capable of sounding so much sweeter?

Mammon:

Mammon could go one or two ways with you. He could either be incredibly clingy; he’d say that only he deserves cuddle privileges, only he gets to take you out on joyrides, only he gets to do things with you because why? Because he’s the Great Mammon, your First Man, obviously.

Or, he could also be the colder than the fucking icy tundras. He’d feign disinterest in you and whatnot but don’t let him fool you; Seeing you look the way you do is almost always enough to drive him closer and closer off the edge and he’d have to excuse himself from the room you’re all in to deal with his little– big? – problem.

He was “forced” to babysit you the moment you walked into the Devildom but he grew incredibly fond of you. He bordered on obsessed, honestly.

He’d never admit that he seeks you out more than you seek him out.

You felt most comfortable with Mammon of all the brothers; You were able to hold his hand and you found refuge in his arms when you were scared.

You’d never admit it out loud, but he was your favorite.

And he’d never tell you but… you were his favorite too.

He’s much more easily flustered than his older brother and out of the seven, he ranks rather low on the seduction— not because he isn’t seductive!

He’s just so sweet and shy so he never gets to try his charm out on you.

You were pure like freshly fallen snow, as perfect as you were uncorrupted.

Holding back has proven to be a hefty task on his end but he’s managed to be the perfect best friend so far… He’s not weak-willed like his other brothers.

Instead… He’s greedy.

And the way your plush thighs peeked out from your tight little skirt made him want to devour you– body and soul.

Drinking isn't really your strong suit and Mammon learnt that the hard way; A few months after you came to the Devildom, he had taken you out to go bar hopping in hopes of using you as a scapegoat when he wanted to come home late. He very quickly regretted that decision when he had to drag you up the stairs of the House of Lamentation at 1 in the morning after you drank your water weight in expensive liquor. You puked in his car and the damage you had done to his wallet with all the drinks you had… It wasn’t worth it.

That was such a long time ago now though, surely you had gotten better at holding your liquor… right?

No. Mayday, mayday– Abort the mission!

In the crowded club, you were so intoxicated by the swaying bodies on the dance floor, the addictive burn of alcohol as you threw back shot after shot; Your body seemingly moved on its own to the heavy bass of the music.

You were sitting at a large booth and only you and Mammon had decided to go out that night. He had left begrudgingly to get more shots after you hogged the first round he had got. He specifically told you to stay put but when he had come back with a tray of about 6 different drinks, you were grinding up against some low level demon–

The way the bastard’s hands gripped tightly on your hips as he pressed his body up against yours– All Mammon could see was red.

He dropped the drinks on the booth table and stormed over. To your defense, though, the drinks were particularly strong that night! You couldn’t even deny the delicious burn of the way Mammon pulled your arm toward him. He was so strong, so capable of breaking you but choosing to be delicate with you like you were fine china…

You let him drag you away from your (equally drunk) dance partner. He forewent the drinks and dragged you to a quiet, secluded corner. His eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw ticked in uncontrollable jealousy. He glared down at your smaller frame; Fuck, the way your eyes glazed over in your drunken state. Your lips, parted in shallow breathing, glistened in the dim light of the club and it took everything in him to not kiss you in that moment.

“I told you to stay put. You could’ve been harassed by some drunk sicko.” His grip on your bicep never relaxed, if anything it tightened as he raked his eyes hungrily over your body…

By chance, your legs give out. You stumble into his arms and he’s quick to catch you, of course, but your thighs envelope one of his legs and he freezes up. Your hands grip onto his forearm lightly to balance yourself and the way you glance up at him so shyly– He thanks every good thing in the Devildom for the dim lights and he turns away to keep his growing problem under tight wraps. He’s about to push you away from him until he catches it– the way your breathing hitched and the rapidly quickening beating of your heart.

Throbbing. Light thrumming against his jean-clad thighs.

You would’ve visibly seen the way he gulped but you couldn’t even catch it with how intoxicated you were. You were too focused on suppressing the moan threatening to rip out your throat to notice the way his eyes darkened with lust. His thigh rubbed against you so delectably– Pupils dilated, he smirks hungrily at you. You smelled so sweet.

Maybe just for tonight, you’d forgive him for wanting to be more than your best friend.

He shakes your hands off lightly and places them against the wall behind you, ultimately caging you under him, “(MC)... You like this don’t you? Being in the arms of the Great, Strong Mammon…”

You couldn’t help but melt into his arms as you felt one of his hands snake around your waist.

You’d never kiss and tell but you did wake up in his bed the very next morning…

Leviathan:

Levi’s a very shy boy; He doesn’t do it on purpose, he just feels that you might enjoy the attention of other men is all and… Well, a thought process like that has long lasting effects on a person’s self esteem!

What you aren’t aware of though, is the complete 180 he does when he’s Grand Admiral Leviathan.

Your shy boy melts away and is completely unrecognizable and quite frankly; it’s such a sight.

You never see his serious side. He’s envious, too aware of the difference in respect he gets as Admiral Leviathan and as Otaku Levi.

He met you during his down time– he didn’t really tend to Hell’s Navy as much and he didn’t want you to expect that side all the time.

Levi found it simpler to be the shy, awkward one.

So you, unbeknownst to him, fell in love with the shy, awkward Levi.

You never let your blossoming feelings for him affect the way you treated him. There were obviously days when he made the coil in your stomach tighten from some small act of skinship–

In a way, you felt a tad embarrassed and pathetic even about getting off on the bare minimum from him…

You weren’t aware of how he was doing the exact same thing.

Every night he’d invite you to play video games with him or binge watch an anime and he’d always have to excuse himself at some point.

You were quite the cuddler so you’d climb onto his lap to cuddle him once you started getting sleepy.

He’d almost always push you off lightly about 20 minutes into your tired cuddles to go to the washroom.

He’d always come back sweatier and with flushed cheeks.

At times, Levi gets a little frustrated; Why can’t he be more assertive? If he tried a little more with you, your friendship would have already turned into something more by now…

Don’t worry though, Levi… You don’t have to worry about making the first move.

Game nights with Levi always turned into more of you watching Levi play games on his computer as you relaxed in his bathtub. You loved seeing him so focused; It was the only way you got to catch a glimpse of serious Levi; and serious Levi made you feel some type of way. His grip on his mouse, the way his fingers flexed and moved oh so nimbly across the keyboard of his desktop setup– You start wondering how else he could put his skilled hands to use.

You laid back on his plush blankets, your head resting on his Ruri-chan body pillow as loud music you could only describe as a combat soundtrack boomed on his speakers. He was in a long round of the game he was obsessing over and you were getting really bored; scrolling on your D.D.D could only entertain you for so long.

You were on Devilgram and you stumbled upon a trend of sorts. It was a pretty simple concept on paper: Play a sexy song, walk over to your significant other, or your best friend in this case, and sit on their lap. Okay. You could totally do that.

Boy were you wrong.

You decided to do it when Levi won the most recent round he had joined. You could finish it in 2 minutes tops anyways. Putting on a random playlist, you slowly walk over to the third born. He had his back towards you so you decided to have a little fun with the trend. Grazing a hand on the nape of his neck, you felt him tense up under your touch, “W-Woah! (MC)!” He yelped, spinning around to look at you with a bright blush on his face. Your smile was demure, you raise a finger to your lips and motioned for him to stay quiet. Your other hand was busy playing around with the fabric of his collar. My, he was heating up so quickly.

He was silent and stiff as a board (In more ways than one). His eyes stay locked on your face; He was afraid that if he looked at the way you were touching him, he’d implode. Shallow pants and quiet music played in the air, you were having a grand old time messing with him. You circled him and paused when you stood between his spread legs. You could feel your confidence falter when you saw how intensely he stared at you like you held his world in the palm of your hand.

Oh shit.

You hesitate, your hand that was trailing up and down his forearm paused and you swear, you heard a shameless whine from him. You eye him down and take a shaky breath; You’ve already gone this far… Might as well…

You push him further back into his gaming chair as you sit on his lap, your arms hanging off his shoulders. Your face was dangerously close to his, “Hey, Levi… I-” Your throat was dry and you couldn’t look at him without feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. Your body warmed like a teapot; you were worried you started developing a fever of sorts.

“W-W-What is all this about, (MC)—”

As he stuttered out a sentence, he couldn’t help but focus on the sensations he felt. He was hyper aware of his heavy breathing, your honeyed voice was almost too much for him to handle. Every micromovement was exemplified tenfold and he… could feel you.

The light beating against his thigh, like a faint heartbeat. He felt blood rush down south at the very thought of what it could mean.

However, that leaves him in an awful predicament; What should he do in this situation?! What in the world had gotten into you?! He could almost feel the way your chest rose up and down, almost against his own and the way he could hold you if he just had the guts to–

He recalled an adult anime he watched quite recently… Funny how similar the situation was– How did it end again? Oh– The sex scene–

“H-Hello? Earth to Levi? I said I saw this trend on Devilgram—Holy shit! Levi, your nose!”

You had kept your eyes on his chest, too shy to meet his gaze from the utter embarrassment you felt from what you just pulled but the moment you look up, you see— drip, drip, drip–

He was having one of the most intense nosebleeds you’ve ever seen.

What started as a silly little trend turned into you, panicking as you rushed around the house trying to tend to Poor Levi and his bleeding nose.

Don’t ever ask him why his nose started bleeding though… He took care of his other issue the moment you stopped fretting…

What he’d give to have you sit on his lap like that again…

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