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obeythedemons · 2 days ago
When the others knew he loves them [Obey Me! Headcanon]
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MC said a dumb joke. It was enough to make Mammon groan and roll his eyes. What made him pause, was the undignified snort that escaped from Lucifer. He looked over at the prideful demon with shock. His crimson eyes were locked on MC, the corners turned up and his mouth formed in a content smile. He looked...soft.
Lucifer looked almost like he did back when they were at the Celestial Realm. He looked back at MC and then back at Lucifer. He gulped, at how Lucifer's attention was solely focused on the sound of MC's laughter like nothing else mattered.
Beel had just walked into Hell's Kitchen with an all he could eat coupon. His stomach growled loudly at the thought - but was silenced when Mammon brought him food.
"Sh-shut up, it's not like I'm here 'cause MC saw somethin' that they wanted and I'm workin' to get money to buy it for 'em or anythin'!" he scoffed at Beel who never said anything to begin with.
He figured he had a crush on MC, but not a big enough of one to do the thing he hated most just to make them smile.
Satan watched with amusement as Levi walked around with a non-manga book in his arms. He was proud that his older brother was finally picking up some real literature. Then, he saw the title of the book. It was MC's favorite novel.
Levi's eyes meet Satan's eyes. His face turned a bright red and he held the book closer to him before hurrying out of the room. Satan's eyes widened as he realized that Levi was actually taking an interest in someone else's interests. His lips pressed into a thin line at the realization.
Asmo watched as he sat on the couch, his foot tapping anxiously. His emerald eyes flickered to the tv, where he paused a crime drama. Just as Asmo was going to ask what he was waiting for, MC came in with a bowl of popcorn and a brief apology for being late. Asmo expected him to be angry, but instead a wide grin formed on his face.
Satan patted the spot on the couch next to him for MC to sit. Once they settled in next to him, Satan covered both of them with a blanket and played the crime drama. His eyes kept flickering from the screen to watch MC's reactions instead. Asmo chuckled quietly and went to resume painting his nails.
Asmo's spiel of how excited he was about his spa appointment to the ever-elusive Devil Hot Springs was cut short when his D.D.D. vibrated. Solomon watched curiously when Asmo's eyes fluttered over the words. With a light laugh, he dialed a number.
"Yes, I need to cancel my appointment," Asmo spoke quickly. Solomon watched in shock, knowing that Asmo would most likely have to wait a couple of years before being able to go to that spa. When Asmo hung up he giggled. "MC wants to hang out today!"
"Ah, don't eat that," Beel warned Belphie. Belphie sighed and rolled his eyes while giving Beel that look. Beel shook his head. "It's not for me. I got that for MC, it's their favorite." Belphie put the food back before grabbing something else out of the fridge. He heard the front door to the house open and Beel zoomed out of the kitchen, not even grabbing something to eat.
Curiously, Belphie poked his head out of the kitchen. Beel was taking MC's bag and jacket for them with a small smile. The pair walked off in the direction of MC's room with Beel following them like a puppy dog, a really big puppy dog.
Levi was getting a late-night snack during a break from raiding while his teammates needed to get away for a second. His foot caught on something walking down the stairs. With a yelp, he toppled forward. Looking back, he shuttered at the glare Belphie was sending him.
"Wh-what are you doing sitting right there?" Levi questioned, but was soon interrupted when the front door opened. Belphie hopped up from his spot and stepped over the Avatar of Envy. Levi watched as Belphie grabbed MC's hand. It clicked. MC had to go to Lord Diavolo's for the exchange program. Belphie actually stayed up to make sure they got home safe. Levi's eyes narrowed at how Belphie was hanging off of them.
Lucifer was having tea with Diavolo when he briefly mentioned the latest shenanigans MC had gotten into with his brothers. The boisterous laugh that erupted from Diavolo startled him.
"Could you tell me more about MC?" Diavolo questioned and leaned forward. For a moment, Lucifer brushed it off as Diavolo wanting to hear about MC as an exchange student, but the way his eyes became half-lidded and the smile he wore when he listened to the stories about MC caused him to pause. Lucifer took a sip of his tea, not knowing how to proceed with this new information.
Diavolo followed the pair in the marketplace, wearing a pair of sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a hoodie like in the movies MC showed him. He was curious when Barbatos had asked MC to tag along with him with one of his daily trips, so he had to get a better look at what was going on.
He watched as Barbatos placed a hand on MC's back, guiding them and keeping them close to him. Barbatos's shoulders were relaxed for once and the laugh he let out was one he's never seen before. In fact, he's never seen the butler so relaxed before. Diavolo frowned.
"Ah, Barbatos?" Simeon questioned. The angel looked nervous as his hands clutched onto a notebook tightly. "Could you perhaps read a poem I wrote? MC asked to read whatever it was I wrote next, so I wrote this for them."
Barbatos merely nodded and happily took the notebook from him. His eyes skimmed over the words. The butler hid the frown that was wanting to break out on his face and instead kept his face neutral. While it wasn't directly obvious, the poem's words describing the beauty and loving embrace of the Celestial Realm were actually about them.
Simeon watched with a frown. Solomon was going through book after book about breaking the curse of immortality. The angel stepped forward to the sorcerer who was on the brink of tears. He placed a hand on his shoulder, causing Solomon to startle.
"I don't want to watch them grow old while I remain the same," he whispered. "And I can't curse them to the same faith I have." Solomon turned back to his books, searching desperately. Simeon stepped back, leaving Solomon to his research.
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leviathanswingman · 2 days ago
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i created an om sticker pack for myself so i thought i'd share with the class
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minteyeddevil · 2 days ago
(I am starting a series based on a few requests I have gotten on having a 'first time' with the demon Brothers! Each piece will be with a different brother until they all have one. :) Just bare with me as they may all take a bit to get them out! Thanks to those who have sent in request and I hope these come out well!)
First Time: Lucifer
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Of all the demons, humans, and angels in the three realms, he knew you could pick someone far better than him. With the way he has treated you since the first time you stepped into the Devildom; he was not worthy of this choice. He didn’t feel worthy of being this choice.
Yet, here he was, being pulled into your arms, as your eyes seemed to shine only for him. Your soft lips pressing gently against his own as you hummed and he tried his best to contain his feelings for you.
He hadn’t gotten used to being loved by someone the way he was loved by you, so every little thing you ever did for him, he cherished it as if it was his last gift in the world. Your love letters left by the cup of coffee you fixed for him every day. The little notes you would leave on a pack lunch you had made for him; all of it he cherished, just as much as he cherished you.
He was strict and stoic, a man of a monster as so many lesser demons, and even his brothers, had called him before; he honestly did not see what you saw him to come this close to him. But even he couldn’t deny the attraction that he held in his heart, and even soul, for you.
Your arms were locked around his neck, as your lips were sealed with his own. He took in every soft whine and whimper you made, as his hands trailed along your sides. When he pulled away from you, he noticed your eyes half lidded and lips puffy from his work; it made you all the more desirable to him.
He took his time undressing you first, laying you bare before him so he could inspect every nook and cranny of you. He wanted to memorize every little detail he could see of your skin, and leave his own marks behind to indicate who you would soon belong to.
He kissed his way down your chest, along your stomach, and came to rest between your thighs. He planted several kisses to your inner thigh, before placing a kiss against your sex. He felt you jump at the sensation, and raised his head to look at your face once more.
You could see the worry in his eyes, and you shook your head to dismiss it.
He bowed his head once more, planting a few more kisses on your skin, before using his thumb and forefinger to open you for his tongue to draw tight circles at your entrance. He felt your muscles tense, and held you fast as he kept a slow pace with his tongue. When his fingers moved to replace his tongue, drawing small circles at the taut hole, he felt you pull away from his touch.
He lifted his head once more, the worry back in his eyes. “Do you wish for me to stop?”
You took a deep breath and shook your head, though you gnawed on your lower lip. “No, I’m just…still not used to it…”
“I understand, my love,” he said, planting another kiss to your inner thigh. “I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
He moved from his spot for a moment to grab the little bottle off the nightstand, and settled back down with it in hand. He bowed his head once more, lavishing you with his tongue as he pressed a finger once again to your entrance. He felt your muscles flutter as he wound a finger tip around your hole, pressing in slowly. When he felt that you didn’t pull away, he pressed a second finger in, groaning slightly at how your muscles seemed to tighten around the appendages, pulling them in ever so slightly.
He removed his fingers, and opened the small bottle, applying some of the lubricant to your entrance. His fingers slipped in with greater ease, and he noticed your back arching as the warmth seeped into you.
He removed his fingers from you, and reached for the condom pack under his pillow, opening the packet with his teeth and free hand. (He had figured since this would be your first time, that the use of one would be ideal. The last thing he wanted to do was fill you with worry.) He rolled it along his shaft, and positioned himself against you once more. He leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he shifted your thighs to allow him to rub his tip against you.
“Are you ready, love?” he asked, his breathing almost in pants.
You nodded, bracing your hands on his forearms as he returned your nod, slowly pressing into you. You felt your walls stretch achingly so, the pain a little more at the forefront than the pleasure. He pressed in a bit deeper, making you tense and cry out a bit, gripping at his arms to stop for a moment.
Your legs wrapped around his back, keeping him against you, as you adjusted to his girth. You could feel his heart beat pounding against your chest, as you loosened your grip on his arms, motioning for him to continue.
He rolled his hips slowly against you, only pulling out so far so he could push right back in. The dull pain melted into pleasure as your walls fluttered around his cock, making a groan escape him.
His pace sped up when he felt your legs tighten around him, a hand snaking into your hair as the other kept your waist pinned beneath him. He whispered your name over and over as he planted hot kisses to your neck, feeling his cock begin to swell inside you.
“I can give you so many more nights like this, if you allow me.”
Lightning seemed to crash behind your closed eyelids as you felt a bubble build and burst in your middle, making you tense completely around him, gripping on to him for dear life as he rolled his hips into you over and over.
You felt his hips begin to stutter against your own as he tensed above you, feeling a new warmth gather in your lower belly. He finally let his body collapse atop yours, and you reveled in the warmth from his flushed frame.
“That was amazing, Lucifer,” you sighed against his ear, and you felt him chuckle as his arms wrapped tightly around you.
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ztfangirl · 2 days ago
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Fun fact about me: I have a soft spot for tall dark dangerous murderous men who does questionable things for sort of acceptable reasons. Especially if they turn into complete puppies in front of their gf.
Like/reblog if u share the same weakness
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boxbusiness · 3 hours ago
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Slightly losing steam, but I will clear this month by the power of Ra 😤😤😤
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aflawedfashion · 2 days ago
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I was hoping that you had some, um, memory-jogging techniques. Perhaps some mental exercises I could do, preferably, while I'm sleeping because that's four hours a day I don't need to waste just sleeping.
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coffeerecords · 2 days ago
FAVOUR (m) | lucifer.
➾ in which you find yourself missing him
wordcount: 5.2k | genre: fluff, slight angst, eventual smut, established relationship au | pairing: lucifer x fem!reader ft. other brothers (platonic) | rating: 18+ | tw: drinking, insecurities, suggestive remarks, swear words | others: domestic moments with satan and belphie, the anti-lucifer league strikes, satan and belphie insists mc can do better so they suggest [redacted], brief mention of devildom politics
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The sudden ring of your D.D.D rouses you awake from your dreamless sleep. Groaning, you reach out blindly to find the chirping device. Looking at the screen, you squint at the brightness and press the green button.
“Hello to you too,” Satan’s voice greets you, amusement lacing his tone. “You’re still asleep?”
“No shit, Sherlock,” you grumble. “It’s freakin’ seven in the morning—”
“It’s ten,” Satan cuts you off.
Your eyes snap open, sleep gone instantly as you check the time. “Shit!”
“Yeah,” the blond demon laughs. “See you in thirty.”
More curses spill from your lips while you throw your covers and rush out of bed to shower. Twenty minutes later, you barely can catch your breath as you reach the living room where Satan told you he’d be. However, the blond demon is nowhere to be found. Instead, you find Belphegor sleeping on the couch.
Taking another five minutes to regain your breathing, you approach Belphie, nudging his shoulder until he peers his eyes open. “Hmm?”
“Where’s Satan?”
The indigo-haired demon merely yawns, throwing his hands overhead to stretch before sitting up. “He should be in the kitchen.”
“What? What for?”
“He said something about—”
Satan bursts into the room with a bag in hand, smiling ear-to-ear. “Good. You’re both here. Now, let’s get going!”
Almost an hour later, you arrive in a newly-opened café, following Satan through a sliding glass door alongside Belphie. Satan lets out an excited gasp at the sight of cats—running, playing, sleeping—all over the place. It’s basically cat heaven which also aligns with what Satan calls ‘paradise’.
“How the hell did they keep this place intact?” Belphie mutters, glancing around the place with curiosity. “I don’t think I can take a nap here.”
You chuckle, pointing at a sleeping cat on the sofa. “You can take a nap with that one.”
“And risk letting them sit on my face? No thanks,” Belphie sighs, recalling the past cat videos Satan has shown him.
“Oh, you won’t be troubled with that,” Satan interrupts you both. “Cats would only do so if they trust the person and you, Belphegor, still have a long way to go.”
Belphie sighs. “Then why did you invite me in the first place?”
“The café allows one person an hour to play with the cats. But, with us three, they let us play for three hours. And I’d rather be around those I know than strangers. You and ____ are the least troublesome among the others.”
“Care to explain?”
“Mammon would definitely attempt to steal one of the cats and sell them, Levi would refuse to leave his mancave, Asmo would hog the cats’ attention, and Beel….” Satan sighs heavily before zips open his bag, taking out some containers. “Do I really have to explain?
“Nope,” you and Belphie mutter in unison. Beel would definitely ditch the café to find food or, in a worst-case scenario, an attempt to eat the cat.
“Or, he will try to eat these nutritious meals I’ve prepared for the cats,” Satan adds, handing the both of you a container. “...Just like that one time—”
“Then why don’t you wait for Luci to come back?” You question him.
“I can barely stand spending an hour with him. What makes you think I’d go for three?”
“He’s got a good point,” Belphie muses, turning to you. “But I have to admit Lucifer has been a bit more tolerable when you’re around.”
You blink a few times. “He—Really? He doesn’t seem to act differently.”
Satan shakes his head. “____, we’ve lived together for centuries and never once have I seen Lucifer willingly take the day off just to nurse someone back to health.”
“I wasn’t exactly sick...” Your cheeks grow hot at the memory. “It’s just my period, and I didn’t know it’d be that painful!”
“Well, now Lucifer has scheduled a monthly outing—”
“...More like kicking us out if you ask me….” Belphie comments.
“—for the six of us to spend in Purgatory Hall whenever you’re on your—”
“Okay, okay!” You shoot a playful glare at the blond demon, preventing him from continuing. “I get it! Now, can we please go feed the cats? Wait, are we even allowed to feed them?” You eye the food inside the container Satan handed you.
“Right,” Satan nods excitedly, turning to the awaiting caretakers. “And yes, we’re allowed. I’ve done a lot of research and talked with the manager and the caretaker.”
Afterwards, Satan approaches a group of cats in the middle of the room, crouching down slowly to place the container. Meanwhile, Belphie then asks beside you, “You know, speaking of Lucifer, when is he coming back?”
The question causes you to falter slightly because the only answer you can give him is— “I don’t know, Belphie….”
Belphie tilts his head slightly. “You don’t know?
You sigh, debating internally on whether you should let the youngest demon know what’s been bothering you the past few days. “Look, I don’t exactly know what’s happening, but he hasn’t replied to any of my texts...”
Belphie’s brows furrowing in confusion. “Didn’t he mention he’d keep in touch with you before he went to the human world?”
You nod slowly.
That was two weeks ago, the beginning of your one-month break. You had looked forward to spending time with your boyfriend, but alas, duty calls. He said it was about maintaining the alliance with the witches for the sake of Diavolo’s future plans.
Taking out your D.D.D., you check if there’s any message from him. But you find none. The last message you sent last night is still unread… and the other two are from the previous days and a week ago. He must have been so busy. You know that you had accepted the fact that his work will always come first ever since the both of you had become a couple.
“What a prick,” Belphie scoffs, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You know what, you should forget about him in the meantime. Don’t let his ignorance get to you, ____. You deserve a good time with these cats. Look—!” He crouches down, luring a passing cat with the food. The cat comes closer to where both of you are standing.
You smile at Belphie’s attempt to cheer you up and follow suit, crouching down and placing the opened container beside his. More cats come near the both of you, eyeing the meal in the container cautiously before giving a taste. And soon, those cats surround the two of you, chomping down on the food until their stomachs are filled.
The cats then lay on your and Belphie’s lap, napping quietly. One has also settled on Belphie’s head, causing him to sigh in annoyance but with a smile on his face. Then your D.D.D. vibrates in your pocket, snapping you out of the quiet moment. You fish out your phone to see an unknown number pop up on your screen. Furrowing your brows, you press answer. “Hello...?”
“Luci?” You didn’t expect your boyfriend’s voice to greet you with an unknown number.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“What... Wait, what’s going on? Who’s phone are you using?”
The other end of the line grows silent for a moment. “... It’s a long story.”
“Where are you? Are you still in the human world?”
“I am. I should be back within this week.” Lucifer sighs, voice clearly distressed. “Things have gotten complicated here.”
“What’s wrong? Are you alright? Can I do anything to help?”
He chuckles at the franticness in your voice. “No, no. Everything’s fine, my love. But I need you and my brothers to head to the palace right now.”
“Ah...” You can’t help but feel a tad disappointed that he’d find the effort to call you when it involves Diavolo. But, nonetheless, you still agreed. “Okay, I’ll tell them.”
“Thank you.” He lets out a relieved sigh. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
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The silence is deadly as the three of you arrive at the palace’s door. Satan’s current demeanour is like a ticking bomb while you and Belphie tread carefully around him to not trigger his wrath.
“It’s a bad idea to cut the playtime short, you know,” Belphie whispers in your ear.
“I know,” you sigh, recalling to wait another hour before telling Satan that playing with the cats must be cut short. “I really didn’t want to. But I had no choice.”
“What’s so urgent for Lucifer to call you to go to Diavolo’s place?”
“We’re about to find out,” you respond, glancing back and forth between Satan and the heavy doors. However, before you can knock, the door bursts open as a chicken flies out and lands on Satan’s face, causing the blond demon to fall on his butt at the impact.
“Don’t let the chicken escape!” A familiar shout follows behind. Mammon runs to the three of you, aggravated. “Yo! Thanks, man!” He plucks the chicken out of Satan’s arms. “What took ya guys so long? Barbatos is on the brink of having a fit and—”
“Umm, Mammon?”
“What’s up, ____?”
“You might want to apologise to—”
“Mammon...” Satan seethes. “You’re gonna pay for this.”
“Eh?! Wait, what—” Mammon shrieks, barely dodging Satan’s incoming punch. “Hold on a sec— What did I do?! Hey!”
You and Belphie stand still, utterly speechless, as Mammon rushes back into the palace lobby with Satan hot on his trail. Leviathan appears out from the kitchen, exhaustion weighing on his expression. “You guys... What took you so long?! You called Beel to round us all up here like an hour ago!”
“S-Sorry, Levi...” You scratch the back of your head, heading inside towards the kitchen. “We were in a cat café, and Satan was having so much fun there. I felt bad cutting his hours short...”
Levi sighs heavily. “You should have seen how terrifying Barbatos was...”
“Why? What happened?”
“A group of witches is coming tonight from the human world. It’s about some alliance of some sorts with Diavolo. So, we’re ordered to make them feel welcome at tonight’s party.”
“That sounds like a lot of work,” Belphie sighs.
“No wonder Luci sounds so stressed,” you add, earning a confused look from the two brothers.
“Lucifer is stressed?” Levi questions, eyes widening. “He’s usually the one doing the stressing.”
Belphie chuckles at his brother’s comment. “So, Mr Loyal-and-Obedient does have his limits as well. But not surprised that he’d do anything for Diavolo.”
Hearing those words causes your eye to twitch. As if it hits a bullseye in your growing insecurity. After all, he hasn’t messaged you back since last week and only called you earlier per Diavolo’s request.
Your steps falter momentarily as a thought occurs in your mind. What does this mean... But that’s not fair! Of course, you can never compare to the future king of Devildom! Who in their right mind would choose a measly human over a powerful demon?!
However, your wretched mind continues to hound you as it starts recalling how much effort Lucifer puts into his companionship with Diavolo. And... How long will it take before Lucifer breaks up with you? The day he arrives? A week after? A month—
“Uh, ____?” Belphie calls you from the kitchen’s doorway. “Why are you standing there in the corner?”
You blink, realising what you should be doing. Letting out a heavy sigh, you rush towards the kitchen. “Right, sorry!”
“What’s wrong?” Belphie hands you an apron once you stand beside him.
“Nothing... Just have a lot in my mind.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
You shake your head. “It’s fine. I’m just overthinking things.”
“Why do I get the feeling that it’s about Lucifer?”
“Well... You’re not wrong.”
“I knew it,” Belphie sighs, putting on plastic gloves before handing in another pair to you. You take it and help prepare the vegetables on the counter. “But, you know, it’s never too late to ditch him and go for someone else.”
The onion you’re peeling slips from your hold, rolling on the surface towards the edge of the counter. Belphie catches it with ease, handing it back to you.
“What do you mean—”
“I agree with Belphie.”
You jolt and turn towards the figure. Satan stands on your other side—seemingly regained his composure from earlier—and you shoot him a slight glare. “Were you eavesdropping?!”
“Well, I can’t help it when it involves the possibility of Lucifer fucking up. But judging from your tone, I’m almost hundred per cent sure he did. Which sounds like a valid reason for you to ditch his ass and find another,” Satan muses, not bothering to hide the satisfied smile on his face.
“Hell no!” You cross your arms across your chest. “Everyone makes mistakes, and I don’t plan on leaving Lucifer—”
“I knew it. Lucifer did fucked up,” Belphie exhales. “But what if there’s someone else better than Lucifer? Someone like… Diavolo?”
Satan lets out a hum of approval with a scheming expression. “Oh, just imagine Lucifer’s face when Diavolo sweeps you off your feet.”
“Hold on,” You stop them from speaking. “I don’t see Diavolo that way, and you both don’t even like Diavolo.”
“Well…” Belphie trails.
“He’s definitely the better choice than my disappointment of a brother,” Satan remarks. “I mean Diavolo is the future king of Devildom, no?”
“But, I lo—”
“Good afternoon, everyone!” Diavolo greets the entire room with a smile. “I apologise for the sudden request of your presence to help out with tonight’s party preparation.”
Speaking of the Devil…
“My Lord,” Barbatos greets him with a bow. “The preparation is almost complete. Tonight’s party is going to be a success.”
“That’s wonderful news!” Diavolo claps his hands in excitement. “Now, is ____ here?”
Wait, what—
“She’s there.” Barbatos points to the back row of the kitchen. The young Lord’s eyes brighten as it lands on you.
“This is your chance, ____!” Belphie nudges you. “Go seduce him—”
“I am not doing that!” You hiss in annoyance.
“I think he likes you, ____,” Satan comments in amusement as Diavolo walks over to where you’re standing. “Good luck!”
“You two—” You watch Satan and Belphie move to another station in the kitchen with teasing smirks on their faces.
“____,” Diavolo greets you. “Care to join me?”
You blink, registering his words. “Uh, I’m not finished with these—” You point at the half-cut vegetables. “—and I’m supposed to help—”
“Barbatos mentioned he’s almost done with the preparation,” the prince assures you. “Now, come with me.”
And he whisks you away out of the kitchen. Within minutes, you find yourself in a dressing room.
“I don’t understand,” you blurt out, breaking the awkward silence.
The prince merely laughs as he hands you a few documents. “I’d like you to help the dressmakers pick dresses for these witches.”
You skim through it, reading the profile of the witches before looking back at him. “Isn’t Asmo more capable of helping you with this?”
Diavolo sighs, shaking his head. “If I were to pick him, we would not get anywhere. He’d pick outfits for himself instead. Also, I know you have quite the eye in fashion.”
“I see…” you mumble. “Alright then.”
“Excellent!” Diavolo exclaims, clapping his hands as the dressmakers begin to scurry here and there. “I trust you can handle this, ____. Lucifer said you’re very responsible, and he’d trust you with his life, even.”
The mention of your boyfriend from Diavolo’s lips grabs your attention. Slowly, you ask, “He did?”
“Yes, he did. He seems very fond of you, but not as much as I am.” He shoots you a million-dollar smile and wink.
“Oh…” You mutter, unsure of what to say. “Well, I’ll go and help the dressmakers and pick the gifts for the witches. You can count on me.”
“I certainly can. You look beautiful, by the way.” With that, Diavolo leaves you to your own devices, leaving you in a state of confusion and slight, no, full panic. You did not expect Diavolo to compliment you so casually. Is he perhaps flirting with you?
Diavolo does not know that you had made it official with Lucifer. And Lucifer would have told his own best friend unless there is something that... Satan’s previous words ring in your mind, ‘I think he likes you, ____.’
Shaking your head, you stop your trail of thoughts and pick up a paper from the stack. You bring it to the head dressmaker to discuss which dress is most suitable. By the time you’ve managed to pick dresses for all thirty witches, it was six in the evening. You are helping one of the dressmakers arrange the last of the dresses on the mannequin when Diavolo returns.
He lets out a hum of approval at the prepared gifts before he beams at you. “You truly exceeded my expectations, ____!”
Your cheeks grow gradually hot at the attention as you nod.
“Well, I think it’s time for you to return home to get changed,” he continues. “I owe you a favour.”
Shaking your head, you chuckle nervously. “It’s an honour, Your Highness.”
“I insist, ____,” Diavolo takes your hand in his, placing a kiss on your knuckle. “Until we meet again tonight.”
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“So, anything happened between you and Diavolo?” Belphie asks as you head back to House of Lamentation with the brothers.
“____ and Diavolo?” Asmodeus questions, overhearing the conversation. “What is this? Are you having an affair with the future king of Devildom?”
“No!” You exclaim. “He just wanted me to help the dressmakers pick something for the invited witches.”
Asmo gasps, “Why wasn’t I invited?”
“You’d hog all the dresses for yourself, Asmo,” Belphie states bluntly.
“That is nonsense!” The Avatar of Lust denies dramatically. “But let’s go back to the more interesting topic. Is Diavolo hitting on you, ____? What would our dear brother think of it?”
“It’s not like that,” you sigh exasperatedly. “He just needs some help to prepare some gifts for the witches who are attending the party tonight.”
“Hm, is that all?” Belphie does not bother hiding his disappointment. “I thought there was some spark between the both of you.”
Satan barges into the conversation suddenly. “Even when Diavolo compliments you and kisses your knuckle like a gentleman. Are you sure there’s no spark?”
“Where the hell did you even get that information?” You stare at him in bewilderment as Belphie and Asmo’s faces light up in delight.
“A little bird told me,” Satan muses, all smug. “I have to say, Diavolo knows what he’s doing.”
“If you’re not careful, you might get snatched up by the prince without knowing,” Asmo giggles.
Your eye twitches in annoyance. “You guys better stop this Diavolo nonsense. I have no interest in the prince at all.”
Asmo wraps his arm around your shoulder, shaking his head. “And that is what makes you simply more desirable, ____.”
The event starts at midnight, leaving you enough time to freshen up. Asmo insists on helping you to pick an outfit. The party won’t be like the usual fancy ball. Instead, Diavolo planned on a nightclub-themed party. Excited about the change of theme, Asmo had made sure you are ‘dressed-to-kill and maybe lure in some other potential suitors to keep your mind away from the thoughts of your boyfriend.
“If you’re sad, I’m sad too, ____,” Asmo clutches your shoulders. “So, let’s enjoy tonight to the fullest. Forget about my brother just this one night. He won’t attend the party, am I right?”
You shake your head. “He’ll be back in a few days.”
“That’s good news!” Asmo clasps your hands in his. “I’m planning to go all out tonight and maybe have an orgy if I’m lucky. Would you like to join—”
“That is an absolute no.”
“Is Lucifer enough to keep you satisfied?”
“Asmo… You know I don’t kiss and tell,” you answer with a smirk curling up on the corner of your lips.
“You’re no fun, ____….” The Avatar of Lust pouts playfully before he exits your bedroom to get changed himself.
You are in the middle of finishing your makeup when there’s a set of knocks on your door. “Come in,” you call out. The door swings open with Satan and Belphie standing there.
“Wow, aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes?” You comment at the rare sight of the two brothers all dressed up.
“Speak for yourself, ____,” Belphie chuckles.
“I’m nothing compared to the two of you,” you shrug. “Those witches will literally be vying for your attention!”
“Please, don’t.” Satan shudders noticeably. “Reminds me of a bad experience.”
Right. You stifle your laughter.
Two witches had fought over him once, and it did not end well for the rest of the party. Or so, they said. It happened during a festival held by Diavolo to maintain the peace between Devildom and the human realm. Asmo—as always—had taken the role to be in charge of the brothers’ outfit, including yours.
Let’s just say his suggestion did not disappoint. You can still remember how handsome the eldest brother looked and how he couldn’t keep his eyes (and hands) off you throughout the whole night. You both had sneaked out in the middle of the party to indulge in each others’ presence privately. Hence, you did not stay long enough to see how chaotic the party became when the witches fought over Satan, casting spells and curses here and there.
“Anyways,” Satan clears his throat. “We should come up with a prank on Lucifer.”
...Ah, of course. It’s not Satan if he does not hold a grudge after getting his bonding-with-cats time is cut short.
“I’m sitting this one out,” You reply while checking your appearance before spraying your face with a setting spray.
“____, we talked about this,” Belphie sighs dramatically. “He did something that upsets you. This can help release your pent-up disappointment.” Before you can say anything else, he turns to Satan. “What do you have in mind?”
Satan crosses his arms in deep thought. “As much as it pains me to say it, we did fail the last time we tried to spike his Demonus. So, that’s out of the question. Not to mention we still don’t know the phrase for his secret door. So…” There’s a delighted glint in his gaze as you catch his eye. “...Why don’t we continue Operation Flirt with Diavolo in the party?”
Belphie agrees almost immediately.
“Good luck flirting with Diavolo yourselves,” you hum, closing your makeup kit.
“Who says we’ll be the ones flirting?”
“Again, I won’t partake in this—”
“Oh, you won’t have to do a single thing, ____,” Satan grins. “Nothing at all.”
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Demons and witches dance across the scarlet floor in the dim-lighted room while some sit and chat amongst themselves in the booths by the time you arrive at The Fall. You squint at the colourful lights that hit your face while you make your way through with the brothers. Asmo and Mammon had found themselves joining the crowd, thriving on this kind of atmosphere. Reaching one of the empty booths, you plop down on the cushioned seat with Belphie and Beel—
Nevermind. Beel has also gone missing. Probably in search of the delicacies Barbatos prepared earlier on the grazing table. Satan and Levi sit across from you and Belphie. Not a moment later, Satan clears his throat. “So, we’re still on with the plan.”
You sigh defeatedly, hoping that he’d forgotten or something. Honestly, there’s no stopping the blond demon once he puts his mind on pranking Lucifer. Whatever this prank entails must have been foolproof, considering the devious grin growing on his face.
“Plan? What plan?” Levi tilts his head questioningly.
“We’re pranking Lucifer,” Belphie answers. “Do you want to join?”
“Why am I not surprised?” The otaku sighs, shaking his head. “But count me in. It’s not like I have anything better to do in this crowd.”
Satan nods, pleased with his older brother’s answer. “We’re going to sit in a different booth from ____.”
Your eyes widen. “What?”
“You want to leave the normie—alone—when this place is packed with demons and witches?” Levi gapes at his brother, who’s nodding at every word.
“Don’t worry, we’ll still keep an eye on her in case things go south. But I can assure you that she will be safe. In fact, no one would dare to approach her.” Satan casts a glance around the room before he looks you in the eye. “So, ____, just stay here.”
“I swear if anything happens to me—”
“Nothing bad will happen,” Satan assures you. “In fact, you might enjoy a pleasant company. So, let loose for a while.”
You want to laugh and throw your drink on Satan’s face when your ‘pleasant company’ arrives. The brothers have left you alone, and they are two booths away from where you’re currently sitting.
“____,” Diavolo greets you with his handsome smile, sitting beside you. “Glad you can make it. Why are you sitting alone? Where are the brothers?”
“Your Highness,” you greet him back. “Yeah, I wonder where they are...”
“Have you danced yet? The witches seem to enjoy this kind of atmosphere.”
You shake your head. “It’s not really my thing. The music can get too loud, and it’s hard to have a proper conversation in the middle of the dancefloor.”
Diavolo nods in understanding. “I see... But I do hope this would strengthen the alliance with the witches. I plan to open more opportunities for exchange students from the human realm.”
“It’s a good start,” you respond, taking a sip of your drink. “But I think it would take more convincing for the witches to truly be open to the idea of an alliance.”
The prince stares at you with a widened gaze momentarily. “Will you elaborate more on that?”
“You’ve given them gifts and welcomed them with an amazing party. However, I personally think there should be a guarantee that shows the witches what they can gain from this alliance besides the education in RAD.”
Diavolo stays silent, urging you to continue.
“I don’t doubt your capabilities as a leader, Your Highness. But you’ve tasted what the human realm has to offer. It’s also one of the reasons why you wanted this alliance, right? What about giving the witches a chance as well? A chance to taste what Devildom has to offer by granting a longer time for them to stay and security? You’d win their hearts in no time.”
By the time you finish your statement, Diavolo stares at you in awe. “You’d make a good queen yourself, ____.”
You freeze at his words, blinking a few times as his words sink into your mind. “Um, thank you? But I’d rather not involve myself in political stuff. I saw how much paperwork Lucifer has to deal with daily.”
Diavolo chuckles. “I guess you have a point. He’s still dealing with things in the human realm.”
You sigh at that. “Indeed. Maybe you need to give him a break once he returns. His brothers are already a handful. He could be turning into a walking corpse without even knowing, considering how stubborn he is in not prioritising his own wellbeing—” You blink, realising how casually you just talk to the future king of Devildom. “I-I mean, Your Highness—”
A hearty laugh escapes his lips as he clutches his stomach. “He is stubborn, even I have to agree with that. No one dared to mention this to me, let alone telling me to give Lucifer a break. Look, I assure you, I didn’t mean for him to finish those paperwork so quickly. He had always submitted those papers weeks before the deadlines.”
“Right... He likes to keep himself busy.”
“Absolutely!” Diavolo claps his hands. “For centuries, I’ve tried to get him to relax! I had to drag him once from his office to go to the beach!”
“You dragged Lucifer out of his office?”
Diavolo nods repeatedly. “With the help of Barbatos, of course. Lucifer has a will of steel when it comes to his work.” And he continues to tell you stories of him having a hard time convincing his best friend to take days off.
“You are really fond of Lucifer, aren’t you?” Diavolo questions with a gentle smile when he finishes his story. The involuntary smile on your face disappears as you look away for the prince, flustered.
Diavolo laughs at your reaction. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s not every day that someone would bluntly point out his not-so-strong qualities.”
“Well, you’re not wrong…” you mumble, tucking your hair to the back of your ear. A strand of hair still falls on your face as Diavolo instinctively lifts his hand and tuck it behind your ear. For a moment, his hand lingers on your face, and you stiffen at the action.
“____, I’ve been wanting to tell you—“However, the sudden loud cough interrupts you both.
“What did we miss?” Satan asks casually, plopping beside Diavolo—who had already pulled his hand away from you—while Belphie takes the other side of the booth along with Levi and Beel.
“Nothing.” You don’t know whether to feel relieved or angry at the brothers. So, you merely shoot the blond demon a warning glare when he purposefully cramps the space to have Diavolo sit closer to you.
“Took you long enough,” Diavolo muses, unaware of the devious plans the brothers (except for innocent Beel, of course) had cooked up.
“Did you manage to bore ____ to death with your stories, Diavolo?” Belphie asks in a teasing manner.
“Nonsense! We’re both connected,” Diavolo replies happily.
You can sense the surprised and teasing glances the brothers are giving you. Delighted at Diavolo’s accidental confession about enjoying your time together. Sighing, you stand up. “I’m going to get a drink in the bar… Alone.”
Before any brothers can argue, you head to the bar, taking an empty seat before ordering a drink. You let out another deep sigh.
The long chat with Diavolo has made you do nothing but miss your boyfriend more. Sure, you love the stories Diavolo told you, but you wanted the said person here with you. But unfortunately, you can’t always get what you want. Your boyfriend is somewhere dealing with whatever needs to be done in the human world, leaving you back here in Devildom. Now, his brothers are trying to set you up with his best friend.
Speaking of which, you need to have a friendly long chat with Belphie and Satan. At first, you merely play along with their usual antics. But as it progresses, you realise how this could end badly with misunderstandings if Lucifer is here, judging from the way the prince openly flirts with you earlier and risking Diavolo getting the wrong idea.
You let out a dry chuckle to yourself, shaking your head before sipping on your drink when someone sits on the empty stool on your side. You weren’t in the mood for social interaction or the possibility of it. That’s why you chose the deserted area. Can’t this guy take a hint? There are other empty seats—
“May I buy a beautiful lady another drink?”
That voice. Your head snaps towards the deep voice, eyes meeting his bright ruby ones.
“Hello, my love.”
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usertala · 2 days ago
His waist is so small
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leviathanswingman · 2 days ago
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sometimes it's just me and my obeymemes against the world
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elithequeenbee · 2 days ago
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You think other demons wouldn't dare to mess with Lucifers children? Well you're wrong. Especially Damien has it the worst. Other just don't understand why he doesn't talk much. But if you insult him, you insult the whole family- and you can guess how that goes-
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Have you ever wondered what kind of Obey we brothers would be yandere big brothers? Don't you? Well I am and I am going to write about it now.
This is part 1/3 for Lucifer, Mammon and Leviathan.
Yandere Mammon
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Mammon brags about how great a little sibling he has.
But if someone really pays attention to you "with that eye," Mammon is angry.
Usually Mammon buys you a lot of gifts.
With the money he has "borrowed" from Leviathan.
But surely Leviathan will accept this when he walks where Mammon spends his money? Right?
Of course, Mammon also wants to be your favorite brother.
And that is very clear to everyone.
Usually Mammon tries to be a Cool Brother who protects you from everything.
But it’s hard when he hides behind your back during horror movies.
He is also very clingy
Mammon is usually the one who has quarrels with his brothers who gets to spend time with you.
Because if it's not he then the answer is wrong.
Any potential boy / girlfriend will run into problems.
In addition, they suddenly appear unexplained debts.
Yandere Lucifer
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Lucifer makes sure you are isolated from everyone but him and his brothers.
After Lilith’s case, he’s a little overprotective.
( And when I say little I mean really a lot)
You really can’t do almost anything alone and he makes sure one of the brothers is almost always with you.
Lucifer has once again made mc protection shifts
He will certainly also frighten all potential boy / girlfriend candidates
And if he gets to know that sometimes you go on a date someone will die.
( And when I say someone I mean your dating partner )
After that, you are definitely under arrest.
Lucifer will also take your phone during the arrest.
But don’t worry because you have many brothers who want to spend time with you.
Yandere Leviathan
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Leviathan would be an overprotective and easily jealous big brother.
He would definitely want to be your favorite big brother.
And he doesn’t like you spending too much time with other brothers.
(Leviathan is the avatar of jealousy for a reason)
Brother who secretly checks your phone and all your conversations.
And of course you don't know anything about it.
If he sees you flirting with someone, Leviathan gets a heart attack.
And he’s not at all jealous that his siblings are more socially adept than he is.
He wants to watch anime with you and read a manga.
Usually Leviathan hisses if you ignore him for a long time.
He is really adept at passive aggression and blaming.
But he’s like that just because he “cares about you” really a lot.
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minteyeddevil · a day ago
hi!! could you do some headcannons on how the brothers + dateables would give love to f! MC's biddies? like sometimes i just... really love my tits cause theyre cute and i like squeezing em
(Hey you do you, love, nothing wrong with liking your own chest! Lemme see what I can pull out here for you ^^)
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He would never admit it out loud, but he finds himself constantly staring at her chest, longing to press his face to her breasts and just relax in the soft mounds. That's his favorite spot to rest, and he loves to kiss and nip at her skin there as well. He also loves how sensitive her nipples are when he licks and sucks on them, so he does it any time he can get his face next to her bosom. Leaves marks all over because they are covered up with her clothing and only he knows they are there all over her breasts.
He genuinely enjoys just squeezing on her breasts and watching how they mold to the size of his hands. The flesh squishing and puffing up between his fingers just does something to him.. He loves how her nipples harden under his palm and how he can make her whine and whimper at the sensation. He loves to squish his face between them and just nuzzle and kiss the skin there, even will fall asleep in that spot if she let's him.
A flustered mess every time he sees MC's breasts. He wants to just grab and squeeze them and he hates admitting that he fantasizes about nestling his cock between them. When he finally gets bold enough to touch, his mouth latches on to her nipple and sucks it for dear life, leaving as many teeth marks around it as he can. Lots of hickies on the plumpest parts of her breasts because he likes knowing they are his and can see them whenever he wants.
Offers to hold them if they are causing her back pain, lol. No seriously, he just enjoys having the fullness of them in his palm, squeezing and massaging them as much as she will allow. Teases her nipples with his thumbs especially because he enjoys how her face flushes and they get nice and pert under his touch. Lots of open mouth kisses all over them as well and he leaves a deep dark mark right between them.
He does damn near everything he can to her breasts. Nuzzles them with his nose, kisses and sucks and bites on them, sometimes even gets at her nipples with a vibe when he is feeling extra playful with her. But his favorite thing to do is just lay on her breasts, the plumpness enveloping his head like a fluffy cloud and lulls him to sleep. Kisses on them over and over while he lays there and hums happily if she plays with his hair while he does so.
Will straight up have MC sit on his lap with her back to his chest so he can cup her breasts and just squeeze them. His hands are big enough that they can encompass most of both of them, and he teases her nipples with his palms when doing so as well. He likes to take as much of the plumpness as he can into his mouth and just sick and bite one because he loves how she feels. Will leave dark teeth marks as well on her skin if she will allow him too because he just loves to nibble on them.
Fluffy pillows of comfort. He demands, almost literally, that MC allow him to use her breasts as pillows when he wants to take a nap. Sucks on her nipples lazily until he actually falls asleep. When he is more in the mood, will bite and suck on them a whole lot more, nuzzling the valley between her breasts and leave all the marks he can there. Sometimes will leave them higher up on her chest so his brothers can see and know who she belongs to.
Openly shows how much he likes staring at her chest. Wants to just smother himself in her breasts any chance he can get, even when she is in his office at RAD. Will kiss and suck on her breasts even through her shirt and keeps her set on his lap when he wants to show them his full attention. Lots of random groping when no one is looking as well and sometimes comes up behind her to cup them and give them a good squeeze before running off back to 'finish his work', lol.
He tries his best to be subtle, but he definitely steals glances at MC's breast when they pass by him. Everything otherwise is secluded to the bedroom, and he pays most of his attention to her chest when alone. Lots of massaging and kissing, biting at the fullest part of her breast to leave his teeth marks in her skin. He loves being able to touch her and be alone with her in the privacy of his own room.
He is genuinely shy about touching her, at first. But once he gets bolder and more comfortable with her, he pinches and pulls her nipples to tease her, and kisses at the plumpest part of her breasts. He likes to cup them and hold them while she lays with him, just gently squeezing them over and over until she begs for a different kind of attention from him. He also, like Levi, has a secret lust of wanting to have his cock nestled in between them and watch them squeeze around his shaft.
Lots of random touching whenever he can get away with it. Loves to sneak up behind her and just cup them, squeezing them over and over until she is wiggling against him, but pulls away and teases her for being sensitive to his touch. Lots of licking and suck on her nipples and the flesh around them, leaving marks along the underside of her breasts to show the neglected skin there some love. Loves to fall asleep with a hand on her breast, massaging the mound until he falls into a blissful sleep next to her.
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Kinktober day 19: size difference Beelzebub and Lucifer
You hissed, slowly sinking down on Beels cock, he was a lot bigger than anything you were used to, hell, he could carry you while pounding into you, you hopped to get used to it so you could ride him more often. He’s a good boy and you want to reward him!
Lucifer helped keep your mind at ease, gently rubbing your nipples, kissing you and complimenting you. You honestly were ignoring most of it, you know he just didn’t want you to hurt yourself.
Beel was nervously checking on you, fearful of any damage he may do to you. “You don’t need to take it, I’m fine without being inside of you. Beel said, lifting you up a bit after you visibly winced.
You huffed and slammed yourself down, making you both cry out, Lucifer held you still. “Don’t hurt yourself! If you do internal damage we would have no way of kno-!” You brush him off.
“Luci, I know what I’m doing now let me be, you two don’t need to worry.” You couldn’t move though, you needed a minute before you could move again and all three of you knew it.
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