My NSFW headcanons for the brothers

My first try at obey me! smut, just so I don't let kinktober go without anything. Honestly these are just headcanons I enjoy and that I might use in the future 👀👀

TW: +18, smut under the cut.

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LUCIFER:

Definitely enjoys BDSM, has all the nice expensive gadgets. Whips, cuffs, blidfolds, gags... if Asmo knew even he'd be a bit impressed!

Big dom! Call him "daddy" or "master" and he'll go feral.

It would take a LOT of convincing for this man to let you top him, I'm not even gonna sugarcoat it, mf is too prideful for this.

Even when you're "on top" like riding him or anything like this, he's still the one holding you and guiding your movements.

Loves to praise you, and it's absolutely sincere about them, will find the exact thing he loves about what you're doing to him and tell you in great detail :)

MAMMON:

HAIR PULLING KINK!! Tug on his hair and he'll absolutely melt, he loves the sensation and you can hear this man whimpering for more.

Also praise kink, he loves when you tell him how great he's doing, that's he's a good boy and that you're definitely enjoying it just as much, if not more, as he is.

Absolute switch, can go from completely overpowering you to a stuttering mess in a matter of seconds.

Probably one of the brothers that like cute laced lingerie the most. He likes to see you all wrapped up like a present just for him ~♡

Loud! I'm sorry MC but he's either whining for more or growling in satisfaction, your only bet on keeping him quiet is forcing him, and even then he might fail.

LEVIATHAN:

I think he'd be into both praise and degradation, if that even makes sense? It depends on the day and on his mood, absolutely.

Honestly I think he'd be absolutely turned off by cosplay and role-playing during sexy times, but that's mostly because he doesn't want you thinking he likes those characters more than you (and you don't really wanna risk not knowing enough about them to break the immersion).

Mostly a sub, but when his sin takes action he's the most possessive dom you'll ever meet. He'll always apologize after even when you assure him you enjoyed it.

CROSSDRESSING! Being pampered while getting to dress cute and express himself without the fear of being judged? Count him in! This isn't a very common thing but when it happens you both always enjoy it.

Definitely am a part of the double dick wagon. He's very shy about it, but if you reassure him you don't mind (in fact, you quite like it), he'll make sure to use both of them to the best of his abilities (and his tail ;) )

SATAN:

Contrary to what most people seem to think, I believe Satan would be absolutely against any kind of BDSM or rough sex, unless you directly ask him for it.

Man is a romantic by heart, he wants to make you feel good and loved and cared and being rough just isn't part of his itinerary.

Also add in the fact that he's really afraid of hurting you, angry sex is definitely off the table, no matter how much you ask. He can't focus on sex while his anger consumes him, and it'd just anger him more.

Would absolutely love to hear you, doesn't matter how loud. He's especislly fond of the tiny mewls you let out when he goes at a slower pace, and makes sure to get them out of you at least once.

Might have a librarian kink. If you dress up for him he'll make sure to shower you in compliments and praise. Second next to Mammon on the cute lingerie appreciation gang.

ASMODEUS:

Biggest switch there is, do I even need to elaborate?

Despite his sin, he's determined to make you feel good before his needs even comes to play. Seeing you feel good is what drives him.

Has all the toys for every occasion. Will try anything at least once! Big fan of sex tapes, he just collects them like Pokemon cards.

King of aftercare! Prepare for the best bubble bath and massage you'll ever get, he's going above and beyond to be assured that you're doing good afterwards.

I feel like he has a magic kink. Maybe being overpowered or restrained by it? Anyways, it drives him crazy and he's all for it, so try and learn some bounding spell, will ya, MC darling? ~♡

BEELZEBUB:

The one that goes the gentliest with you, he is aware of his size and doesn't wanna hurt you in any way, shape or form. He'll prep you for so long you'll need to beg him before he goes any further.

King of giving oral, he could spend hours down there, absolutely happy with just hearing you and feeling his hair being tugged on occasionally.

He's shy, but if you ask him nicely he'll be the best at sending you pictures or videos of him in the showers after training.

Please send him some back, MC, he wants to see you too :(

Finds it really cute when you ride him, seeing your smaller frame on top of him makes him all giddy and excited.

BELPHEGOR:

King of receiving oral. He'll be a bit more rough than the others, holding your head in place and tugging at your hair while buckling his hips. He'll control himself if you're really not into it, but that's his first nature.

You'd think he would want you to do all the work, but he doesn't wanna risk falling asleep in the middle of the fun, so prepare for him to be the top most of the time.

Sadist. He enjoys leaving marks and bruises from when he holds you in place. He finds them mesmerizing, and wouldn't feel ashamed at all if you didn't cover them.

The few times he doesn't top, he's a big fan of cockwarming. He can sleep AND keep you satisfied? Count him in! Loves cuddling after sex, so cuddling during sex blows his mind!

And don't even think that it ends when you guys fall asleep. If you want, he could get in your dreams and do so much more, but he'll love to see you beg first ;)

Mc: I'm cold!

Lucifer:

Mc: I said, my hands are-

Lucifer: *holds their hands* I got it, your hands are cold. Anything else?

Mc: My face.

Lucifer: *frames their face* ok?

Mc: Still cold.

Lucifer: *kisses their nose* Better?

Mc: The best!

Kinktober day 26 casting couch: Lucifer and Solomon

You clicked your tongue, looking at Solomon and Lucifer. Simeon had left you in charge of directing the play and you needed to get worthwhile actors and for whatever reason Lucifer and Solomon both wanted to be in it. You didn’t want to put them in at first but…Solomon made an offer, he wanted a part and offered to make you something/enchant something for you.

You had jokingly said if they sleep with you, you’ll give them a part. They both jumped up and offered to fuck you. So…here you are now, with Lucifer between your legs, tongue skillfully gliding across your sex. Solomon was shaking as you fisted his cock, with a quick and uneven pace. He was giving high pitched whines as you focused on the tip. “Solomon, if you cum first, you’re not going to be in the play.”

Solomon gave a light whimper, trying to pull away, precum dripping from his cock. Lucifer stopped and pulled away, glancing up at you. “Can…can Solomon and I switch places?” You nodded letting go of Solomon’s arousal, grinning as it throbbed uselessly. Lucifer got up, going to your side, purring as you grab his arousal and start pumping it.

Solomon got between your legs, giving your stomach a kiss before diving down. Solomon was admittedly not nearly as good as Lucifer, it made your core ache for more and you ended up grinding against Solomon’s tongue. Lucifer moaned and thrusted into your hand, already starting to drip precum.

You hissed, reaching down to shove Solomon’s head down and grinding against his face as you came on his face, intentionally making a mess of his face. Solomon whined between your legs and started grinding against your leg. Lucifer groaned and hissed out. “Can I cum now?” You grin shake your head, earning a pout from Lucifer.

Lucifer with a Femboy Mc|S/O

Originally this post was gonna include Levi, but it was really difficult so I’ll probably do him and Satan together next time.

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Lucifer: You’re Mc, right?

Mc: Yeah. . .

Lucifer: You identify as a male, right?

Mc: Yeah…

While he did have access to your files, Lucifer would still be taken aback by your feminine appearance. Was there some sort of mistake? Did you go through some transition? He’s very relieved that no mishaps occurred when you were summoned. 

Lucifer ends up sputtering many compliments your way, along with some more unchaste remarks that were more hushed for anyone else to hear and acknowledge. Many weren’t supposed to escape his lips in the first place, but for some reason the demon couldn’t help it. He would probably lay it off as him wanting to make up for your awkward arrival.

The pristine, dutiful elder brother saw no problem with you and your attire in the beginning. He was and still is honestly very fond of it. You can end up putting a lot of work into your physical appearance, and depending on how varied your outfits and aesthetics are, Lucifer will commend you for how well you put yourself together.

Lucifer definitely favors you wearing lolita and ouji clothing. He’s a big fan of victorian clothing and with lolita clothing taking inspiration from it he really appreciates the sight of you wearing the attire. He particularly favors you wearing gothic, classic, guro, and wa-lolita styles. This man will be on the verge of his horniness composure when you wear ero-lolita fashion, or just anything that gives him easy access to look at your thighs and legs.

What did bother him was the fact you refused to wear the RAD uniform. You would either throw it away or use the material to make a costume uniform.

Lucifer: How many times are we gonna have to go through this?

Mc: How many times are you gonna expect me to wear those pants and that awful dress shirt?

Eventually there would be a compromise by either letting you wear a custom uniform or letting you wear the uniform for girls with a different dress shirt.

Lucifer doesn’t really enjoy gifting you meaningless gifts; if he’s gonna get you something, it’ll be something you’ll enjoy, would be able to wear, and possibly match with a theme of a formal event he wants you to accompany him for.

You both have a matching teacup sets for when he feels a picnic between you is in order, or when you’re both privately mingling with each other in his room or work station. The reason he doesn’t like to show it off publicly is because last time when you and brothers were invited to a picnic, Satan was quick to point out how Lucifer conveniently had the same set as you. Never again.

When it comes to gifts that involve accessories, he tends to have something that matches. Like a necklace that’s shares the same resemblance to the one you got for him, or two identical bracelets that you both share.

The eldest brother would not be as oblivious to his crush, as say Mammon. He may not admit until the time is correct. On dates he tends to take you to more lavish places or events. Lucifer might even gift you an outfit so he can match with yours.

This is guy not subtle at all when it comes to punishments. If he feels the need to punish you, he’ll make you clean around the house (preferably his quarters.) However he’ll make you wear some risqué maid outfit.

Lucifer: I assure you Mc, wearing this maid outfit is absolutely essential to your punishment.

Mc: Do I have to wear the—

Lucifer: Yes the lingerie undergarments too. How else are you to learn? 

Often finds his eyes drawing towards you. Sometimes when staring Lucifer will lower his gaze to admire your thighs and backside. Lucifer often needs to refrain himself from touching your smooth skin, or risk peeking up your dress when you slouch. He tries to control himself because he does want to be respectful towards you. But when you two start going out he’ll stare all he wants and may give you a pinch or smack for all the time he had to wait, and to tease you.

Lucifer loves to doll you up in cute extravagant outfits. A smirk befalls upon his face when he sees you adorned in the outfit he so kindly gifted you.

Now, Lucifer is not one to get jealous. He is one of the most power demons out there; others know it would be foolish to attempt any devious actions to woo you. Especially if he’s around. But he gets a small boost to his ego when you wear something he bought. Why get jealous when there’s no one to complete with you in the first place?

When he buys clothes, the handsome demon will buy promiscuous outfits for only his eyes to see. So if you’re invited to come over to his room for a “private meeting”, expect him to dress you up.

Lucifer looking at an ero-lolita dress he wants to purchase:

Asmo: Lucifer? Ehe~, what are you doing here?

Lucifer: You never saw me here, got it?

Asmo: Only if you help pay for some of my clothing. It’s only fair.

Don’t even try getting him into anything you wear. No crop tops, no skirts, revealing or not he’s gonna refuse. Lucifer wants to keep track of his image so being seen like that would never sit well with him. He doesn’t see a problem with other people like yourself doing so, but for him, he’ll never allow someone to see him like that. At most he may put on something that’s lingerie or a maybe a crop top if you’re alone and having a “private session” together.

He’s very respectful and will not tolerate any ill-manner comments or behavior directed towards you. Not that anyone would be stupid enough to try anything when he’s around.

The man relishes in the stares of the jealous demons. He is the one who got to you first, and you were the first to capture his heart before them. People admiring you both gives him great pleasure like no other.

Lucifer and you love each other dearly. Lucifer will respect any boundaries you set and being with him will never garner many negatives. Just watch out for his more rabid fans. They’re. . .not safe to be around. Don’t worry though, he’ll protect you and make sure no harm comes your way. You are his precious pretty little human, and loves you with all his heart.

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Everything was a Leap of Faith

Word Count: 1,282 , excluding the first 5 lines, bc they're from part 1.

a/n: Part 2 of "This Wasn't Supposed to Happen"!!!! Specifically for @otome-scribbles bc they're the first person to even comment on it, apart from @obey-me-tho (who reblogged it the first time I posted it on my old account, it should be there somewhere 😉). Also, imma make y'all cry with this one dsndjnqadns.

ps. I'm introducing many new OCs, feel free to hate or love ^^ (I'm worldbuilding and I love it). And I think this will have 4 parts, bc this is already 1K plus, and the major angst is over 2K, making this a very long read. Part 3 will also have angst, but it will have a happy ending in Part 4, I promise!!!!

Tagging: @raven-or-ty, @eternallydaydreaming2015, @devildomimagines

pps. Find Part 1 here!

“MC, there’s something I need to tell you..”

?“Hmm?” you asked, rubbing away your tears, looking him in the eye.

“He’s going to be okay. Demons can’t permanently die like humans, they’re immediately resurrected. However…”

“However?” Satan questioned quickly for you, your eyes filling up with tears once more, filled with hope at seeing Lucifer again.

“He won’t remember MC, only his brothers, and Diavolo.”

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Lucifer awoke with a start, breath unsteady and chest heaving, his mind blank with worry. Mammon, who has been sleeping on the chair next to the bed, also awoke with a shock to see his still-weak brother attempt to get off the bed. "Oi, Lucifer!! Where d'ya think you're going?!"

"Have to... see if.." he muttered, trying to get the tanned male off his case as he tried to reach for the door and failed, Mammon catching him just as his legs failed. "Who, or what, have ya gotta see?! That can wait, y'know!" Mammon chastised, just barely catching Lucifer as his legs gave way, the raven-haired male crashing to the floor.

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You were a mess. In order to not overwhelm Lucifer, you had been asked to leave the House of Lamentation and stay in the Demon Lord's Castle with Diavolo and Barbatos, despite your insistence to return after he awoke so that you could reintroduce yourself to him, as his lover. You barely ate and slept, trying to distract yourself from all your thoughts by looking around the castle and staring out the window.

"MC, you need to eat," Barbatos insisted gently, the butler pushing a spoon towards you in the hopes that that movement would spur a response. "MC," he called, pushing the food away and sitting on your bed gently, taking your hands in his. When you finally looked up at him, it took all of his immortal might not to recoil in fear.

Where had you gone, he wondered, the MC that fell in love? Not wasting another moment, he pulled you into his chest, letting you listen to his heartbeat as you blinked slowly. "I understand you wish to see Lucifer, but he would not understand, and I fear he would hurt you in his ignorance."

"I don't care," you said in a very small voice, a voice Barbatos hated. "I just want to see him again, Barbatos, please." Barbatos closed his eyes, as he sighed, slowly pushing you away as he got up. "I shall ask the Young Lord for an inference on this, but rest assured that I shall try my very best." So that I never have them be so again, he thought in his head, thinking it better not to add that.

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"Good Morning, Lord Diavolo," Lucifer murmured as he leaned uneasily on Mammon, the latter unsteadily supporting his brother as he huffed.

"Lucifer! It's lovely to see you, but shouldn't you be in bed? You must still be recovering, yes?" Diavolo asked with some sternness as he got up from his seat and pulled a chair for his right-hand man, Lucifer sinking onto it gratefully as Mammon finally stood up straight.

"Sorry, Lord Diavolo, it was my idea, actually," Mammon added as Diavolo opened his mouth, the latter closing it immediately and nodding, letting Mammon continue. "I thought it would be a good idea to let him out a little, because he was getting really restless. I mean, we're all behaved for the first time in millennia," Mammon laughed as Diavolo grinned.

"Really, Lucifer? Feeling restless, are we?" he teased as Lucifer groaned and looked away, Mammon laughing idly as he looked at Diavolo about you, the red-headshaking his head with eyes downcast.

"Mammon, could I ask you to fetch Barbatos for me? It would be better if all four of us could chat, instead of letting him work," Diavolo asked, Mammon getting up immediately and proceeding to look for you.

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"MC," Mammon breathed as he you saw your haggard figure making its way desperately, the former running towards you and embracing you in a bone-crushing hug.

"I heard Lucifer, I want to see him, please, please," you begged of your first man, who looked severely conflicted. "Mammon," you pleaded, eyes filled to the brim with tears. "I'm so tired... I just want to see him, even if he doesn't remember me... these things happen in the human world too, but- but they're not kept apart...this is worse than when he was 'dead', why don't you all get me?!" you wailed as you hugged him back, Mammon whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he tried to console you.

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"Oh, Lord Diavolo, I did not mean to intrude," a female-presenting demon apologized a few floors below, Lucifer looking up at wonder at the demon, losing all train of thought as the female bowed low in reverence.

"Hello, Miss Bydis," Diavolo greeted as he shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. "What brings you here today?"

"My Lord," she started as she drew up a chair for herself, sitting right across Lucifer, the male stiff, not reacting. "It has come to the council's attention that Lucifer Morningstar has not been fulfilling his duties as of late."

"That- is completely my fault. I had not been feeling well for a while, and once I had passed my limit, Mammon made sure I stayed at home to recover, reminding me that I'd only do worse if I tried to work."

"I see," she drawled, shifting her legs to sit comfortably. "However, it is not just the Morningstar that I am here for today. I am also here for the exchange student, MC."

"What do you want with MC? They've been ill as well lately, somehow contracting a Devildom illness, and Barbatos and Solomon have been busy nursing them." Diavolo explained, in a roundabout way asking for the reason, one that Bydis and Lucifer both picked up on.

"Their marriage has been ordained to Marquess Lancaster. This is not up for debate. Their connection to Lilith must be removed or subsumed at all cost. We cannot afford another war- cold or otherwise, with the Celestial Realm. On that note, Lucifer is to marry me."

"Is this the wish of Ogixoth?" Diavolo threatened, Barbatos rushing into the room at the tone. "Miss Bydis," he said dryly. "I would appreciate your not agitating the Young Lord."

"We shall continue this later, Lord Diavolo," Bydis bowed once more as she exited the room, leaving Lucifer internally agitated and yet confused, for the name MC stirred something deep within him.

Lucifer rose with as much grace as he could muster. "I shall take your leave now, Lord Diavolo. It seems you and I have much to think about, and I am ashamed to say that I cannot offer much help from my end."

"Lucifer! Can you stay for a bit, I need to talk to Barbatos for a minute. Or should I call Asmo over?" Mammon yell-asked from the door's entrance as Lucifer sighed, and begrudgingly sat back down. "It wouldn't hurt to have another cup of tea, I suppose," he muttered as Diavolo laughed and poured himself a cup to match.

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"How are they?" was Barbatos's first question, Mammon not quite meeting his eye. "They're not too hurt, are they?"

"We heard everything. About their marriage to Lancaster, Lucifer's marriage to MC Bydis. I'm cursing the fact that they share the same name, honestly!!!"

"Unfortunately, there is very little we can do to stop it, once the council has decreed it. Until my Lord becomes King, there is no way to escape it, unless we try to reawaken Lucifer's memories."

"Well, he kinda remembers. But then, did ya see how Bydis was kinda looking like MC?? Lucifer doesn't remember them well, his vision is hazy at best, so she's gonna take advantage of that!!"

"Curses!" Barbatos growled, Mammon yelping and taking a step back as to appease him. "No, Mammon, it's alright. But I hate seeing them in so much pain. I want to help, but how? How can I help, when I'm bound to my Lord as such?"

Currently thinking about an immortal mc who fell in love with lucifer before the great celestial war but never heard from him again. Lucifer didn't know they were immortal and neither did mc. Many many MANY years later, just a casual rainy day in London, mc, who now works as a singer in a bar, meets Lucifer, who happens to be there for a business trip. And both are shocked to see each alive and well after millions of years apart.

AND

imagine if mc was singing this lovefool cover and right when they turn around they're singing the "love me love me" part, they maintain eye contact for a bit as they're both shocked to see each other but mc still plays it cool.

Or they turn to him on that one part in doja cat's bbma performance, "it's been a long time since you fell in love" aND THEY WINK AT HIM WHILE LUCIFER IS JUST SITTING THERE WITH HIS DRINK IN HAND TRYING TO PROCESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED ALJDLAJFKWNFJENSNF

And then you got diavolo lookin like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) to lucifer as he just sits next to him and just watches in amusement

blurb— "are you implying that i love you for the sake of my own pride?" "don't you?" word count— approx. 700 warnings— angst, just straight up. allusion to death (lilith's). spoilers for lesson 14ish-16 ahead. author's note— gn!mc x lucifer it's always the scenarios with lucifer that hurt the most to think so deeply about. twas thinking about how his tune changed so suddenly and decided to write angst to forget! once again, it is 11pm when i am writing this, go figure.

im not proofreading this anymore it's in god's hands now.

Tick. . . tick. . . tick.

The grandfather clock in Lucifer's study tears through the silence and palpable dread looms like fog on early mornings. Lucifer stands in opposition to you, book in hand, with a muddled expression on his face.

Your chest heaves, nails pressed firmly into your palms, the ticking of the clock is driving you mad. Despite every passing second feeling as though it is resonating in your skull, you're not actually sure how much time passes before he speaks.

"MC, what is the meaning of this?" Lucifer sighs, sliding the book back into place on its shelf.

His confusion isn't unwarranted, it is quite late and you barged through the door (nearly slamming the doorknob against the adjacent wall, mind you), and now stood wordlessly as you glare daggers. If looks could kill, he'd be dead where he stands, but it takes a lot more than that—something you know all too well.

"MC?"

For the first time in the stairwell that led to the attic, when he offered you that special tea that works all too well on humans.

You don't know when he got so close, but his hand reaches for your arm, and you reel back.

Again at Diavolo's Castle, when you two danced and, had it not been for Solomon coming to your aid, your bones may have shattered under his grip.

"MC," his voice is firm, it's no longer a question.

In the library, just before Belphegor and the others. . .

Tick. . . tick. . . tick.

"Do you love me?" You can only assume it's your own voice, because it certainly isn't his, but it sounds nothing like yourself.

Tick. . . tick. . . tick.

"Surely, MC, that cannot be the reason you—"

"Answer the question," your hands shake, not from fear, but from anger, as you force your eyes to meet his own.

"Of course I—"

"Why?"

"Pardon?" a frustrated sigh follows, you're not even letting him answer after demanding it.

"Just who am I to you, Lucifer?" You're frustrated, no, that's an understatement.

There's a correlation between when Lucifer learned of your familial history and when his threats on your life ceased, it was a fact you tried so desperately to ignore, but it was time to pull back the curtain. You wonder what it is exactly that led to this crescendo.

Maybe it was the softness in his eyes after the matter, a softness that never felt like it was meant to envelop you, one that felt so incredibly distant.

Perhaps, it was the unyielding grip which turned into feather-light touches, the ones that felt so warm upon your skin but left your bones feeling cold.

Or, above all else, it may have been the venom that seeped from his lips morphing into saccharine words: You're special to me, I will do everything in my power to protect you from all that wishes to do you harm. . .

I love you.

Lucifer's wickedness set with the moon, and the elysian star rose the next morning.

"Am I special to you because you love me, or do you love me because you feel guilty that no amount of love was enough to save her?"

"Alright, that's quite enough—"

"You're so arrogant and prideful that you can't accept you were too weak to help her, and every moment with me is nothing but some form of repentance!" Your words are arguably more cruel than he has ever been to you, or perhaps it's deserved after everything, you can't decide which; either way it matters not.

"Are you implying that I love you for the sake of my own pride?" His tone is overcome with indignance.

"Don't you?"

Tick. . . tick. . . tick.

He says something, but it's drowned out by the sound of the hour.

Bong. . . bong. . . bong.

That godforsaken clock.

Perhaps if he had been but a moment quicker, you would have heard what he had to say, and all this night would be is a distant memory.

But Lucifer never has managed to master divine timing, and it seems he is always a moment too late when it comes to those he loves most.

Oh yeah, he was terrified, but after everything in Devildom, race not the most scary thing what happened to Anders lol

Plus, Anders basically his right hand, so he also knew, that she's very capable to do anything ahah

Funny that Mammon always my first boy, and Anders saw him as her sunshine, but I also love her dynamic with Lucifer (relationship with those two was my favorite in 1 season, especially from enemies to lovers with grandpa Lucy) But, good that Anders has a big heart to love all of them хд

And my favorite fact, Lucifer was that person, who give Anders a scar on the face, he feel bad about it later, but Anders thinks she's looks hot with that

Okay the more I hear about Anders the more badass she seems😶 the scar?🤌🏻 the angst cause lucifer was the one who caused it?🤌🏻💯 Absolute perfection and no I'm not biased because I have a thing for scars that's insane!

ANYWAY,

Mammon will always be the OM! fandom's first man but yes!! I loved MC & Lucifer's enemies to lovers/friends relationship and how much lucifer now trusts them. That part in early S2 where he gives them a key to the HoL when they come back to the devildom and they're kind of shocked and just? That was beautiful. Saw a post on tumblr that called S1 MC and Lucifer's relationship as "on the clock enemies" kind of like that old loony tunes cartoon about the sheep dog and the coyote and I've never found a better way to describe them

I’m just curious, how do you think the brothers and dateables would moan? Breathy, raspy, heck even a “grandpa” who chronically smokes type of moan?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 ft. om! brothers + dateables

includes: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beezlebub, belphagor, diavolo, barbatos, simeon & solomon

content warning: 18+ content, swearing, descriptions of moaning & mentions of punishments and pet play

💭: wooo!! this was easy to write about! I also had so much fun figuring out how they moan- thanks for requesting <3

MASTERLIST

LUCIFER

this man is so quiet!!

the only sounds that you will hear are the sounds of him grunting when he climaxes

however, if you run your fingers down his horns to the base of them he will moan!

just be prepared for a punishment of course..

MAMMON

oh wow.. this demon WHINES

he's like a puppy begging for attention

at first, he'll try to keep quiet

but don't let him fool you

as soon as you buck your hips into his, he'll be an absolute mess for you

LEVIATHAN

a whimpering mess!!

he pants like he just ran a full marathon, but sex is probably the only exercise he gets so it's probably accurate to say the least...

let's out little, sharp moans

literally sounds like an anime character

I mean, what do expect, he isn't a normie

SATAN

if you have a pet play kink well...

this demon is the one for you

because he fucking PURRS!!

I kid you not, he'll purr into your neck while fucking you from behind like a cat on heat

if you do something that makes him lose his mind or you tease him, he will growl

ASMODEUS

obnoxious! loud! moans!

you think you're loud?

he is the KING of being loud

he loves sex and he loves himself

he wants that attention and he's going to moan for you because he wants you to know how good you're making him feel

BEEZLEBUB

this one was hard to decide

I think he's a heavy breather

definitely not too loud

but not quiet either

stutters when he climaxes

BELPHAGOR

moans just to tease you

he loves to do it right up against your ear

loves the way you squirm at the feeling

other than that, he's like lucifer

pretty quiet overall

DIAVOLO

another loud one

he doesn't moan though

he groans and growls like a beast

he doesn't care if all of devildom hears him

he enjoys himself to the fullest

and he wants you to hear it all

BARBATOS

stuttered moans

bites his lip a lot but some moans are able to slip through as much as he tries to hold it back

he tries to keep his personal life a secret

but sometimes he can't help but be loud when he's fucking you on the royal kitchen bench with flour going everywhere

you just feel too good...

SIMEON

oh my god no pun intended

this angel has some of the prettiest moans!!

they're so breathy and feminine

they're like music to your ears

he cries out when he climaxes

probably blushes after it too

SOLOMON

probably the smoker here

most likely does some heavy shit

sexy grandpa! sexy grandpa!

raspy groans that tickle at your eardrums

however, he likes to dirty taIk instead of moan

he's too busy making you blush to make any sounds of pleasure

You're Mine

A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.

It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.

A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.

As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.

Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!

Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!

Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.

"MC?"

Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.

The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.

His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.

He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.

That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.

It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.

You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.

And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.

“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”

“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”

Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.

Might as well get rid of the pest now.

“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”

“OW!”

You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. “Lucifer what the hell!”

He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.

Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.

You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.

“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”

“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”

The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.

That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.

He had finally gotten you all to himself.

Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.

And inspiration did you give.

“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”

The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.

“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”

His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--

Only to see that you were gone.

Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.

There you were...talking with someone else.

“Mammon?”

He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.

“Are you taking a break?”

Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.

“MC, who is this?”

“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”

“Well we used to sit together...”

“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”

It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.

This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.

“MC.”

“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”

“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”

The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?

“MC…”

“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”

“A match made in hell, I would say.”

Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?

“MC….”

“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”

“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”

A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.

“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”

You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.

“And you had to bite me because of that!?”

“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”

He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.

The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.

Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.

"Did you see the finale of it live?"

"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"

Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.

Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!

Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.

He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.

Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?

“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”

Nobody cared.

“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”

Stop talking!

“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!

Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--

No.

No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!

Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!

People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.

His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.

You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.

That’s what he said but…

Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.

“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”

Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.

“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”

You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.

Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…

Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.

“MC, here.”

Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.

“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”

You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.

This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.

The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.

Which made Satan break another pencil.

From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.

He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.

But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.

If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.

The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.

They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.

A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.

Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.

Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.

Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.

“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”

“....really?”

“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”

You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--

Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.

“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”

The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. “...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”

Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.

“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”

The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.

“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”

Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.

“MC! Try this!”

Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!

Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?

Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.

This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.

So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!

Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.

“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”

The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.

“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”

This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.

“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”

Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.

“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”

Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.

“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”

The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.

“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”

“No it looks perfect on you! But--”

He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”

Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.

Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.

His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--

But he could fix that~ “I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”

“OW OW OW!”

Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?

He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.

“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”

If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.

“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”

Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. “Oh sorry, Beel. Here!” You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.

Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.

He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.

Yet this one seemed rather...eager.

“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”

His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.

Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.

Nothing.

He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.

MC, pay attention to him!

This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!

He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!

People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.

Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.

Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?

They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--

“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”

Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.

So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?

“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”

You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.

“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”

“Beel…”

Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.

“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”

“So what did you want to talk about?”

Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.

“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”

And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.

“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”

The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.

“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”

He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.

So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.

“I know you have seven pacts already…”

Damn straight.

“But would an eight be too much for you?”

That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?

You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.

So go ahead, reject him.

“A pact? With me?”

What were you doing?

Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.

Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.

“I know I’m not like those brothers--”

Damn straight.

“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”

He wants to gag.

A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.

And you were to blame too, you know?

You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?

As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.

He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!

Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.

“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”

You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--

“I’ll-try-to-have-an-answer-for-you-later-got-to-go-bye!”

Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.

“I was in the middle of a call!”

“I know.”

“Then what was that about!?”

The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”

You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.

“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”

He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.

Asmo, Mammon, and Mc: *screaming*

Lucifer, running into the room: What's wrong, Mc?!

Asmo: Why are you only asking Mc? We're all screaming!

Lucifer: Because Mc doesn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

It's too hot 👀

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Breeding Lucifer

m!reader x Lucifer

Smut; just a small drabble for breeding the avatar of pride cuz I'm into it

sub!Lucifer, breeding, impregnation kink, daddy kink, mention of alcohol

You grunt as your cock pushes deeper into Lucifer, orgasm nearing with every stroke. Your stomach still feels warm and fuzzy from the previously consumed alcohol, and the sensation of Lucifer clenching around you brings a different heat to your guts, one to chase after until it reached its peak. The demon presses the back of his hand over his mouth, trying to keep his moans low as you pound into him, making his legs shake while squeezing around your waist.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up so good, Luci," you groan as your fingers dig into his waist, pulling him close to reach an even deeper angle.

"P-please-"

You glance at Lucifer through the sweaty strands of hair on your forehead, smirking when you see how gone he is. Red dusts the mighty demon's cheekbones, lips still swollen from previous kisses, and his eyes dart through the room unfocused before closing completely.

"Want me to breed you like the whore you are, hm?" you growl, movement slowing but intensifying so you could speak without stuttering. "Get you pregnant and show the Devildom what a slut you are for daddy's cum?"

Lucifer gasps, his back arching off the bed, not hiding how much your words turn him on. Even he likes to play with the idea of letting his pride fall, and if it's with your children in his tummy, he won't complain.

"I'm gonna fuck you so full, baby you won't be able to walk when I'm done."

Tw breeding

The urge to get bred by one and only, Lucifer is strong tonight😔

- @satoryouiki

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌. lucifer x gn!reader, breeding kink, pwp

oh of course! 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 would love to breed you.

but i’d say he was never really into breeding until he met you. he was sensible and wasn't a fan of the mess but you instantly had him wrapped around your fingers more than you did already when he discovered how tight your walls clenched around his thick cock.

we all know lucifer is a busy, touch-starved man and will take any act of intimacy and run with it. filling you up with ropes of his thick, white cum would be the utmost form of sexual intimacy to him.

he completely succumbs to you in the bedroom.

he's almost drunk on how well you take his length, constantly thinking about how brilliantly it slips in and out. you feel his desperation in each sloppy thrust and the slapping of his balls as he bottoms you out. he’s so eager to coat your insides that even if you're riding him, he can't help but buck his hips right into your sweet spot.

he isn’t afraid of letting out throaty groans and it’s always such a pretty sight seeing the hair on his face bouncing erratically with his movements. his pride pushed to the side, he looks rather soft and when he cums inside you, he’s so vocal. 

he hasn’t fucked you like this in a while and the sensitivity makes him shudder while he’s still inside you. he face finds the crook of your neck and your skin is met with his warm, panting breath. 

in most cases, he doesn't breed you because he wants to mark you his, he breeds you because you're making him lose his fucking mind. only you have the power to make him this way and in these moments, you practically have full control over him. you make him too insatiable for his own good. you might even have to tame him.

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘. I tried to edit this while in a very chaotic voice chat so excuse any errors hfdfhfdghf

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I finally present to you ✨ the morningstars✨

Don't worry I will do another post with their background lmao. For now, the beautiful couple had 3 beautiful children:

The oldest, Louis Astaroth Morningstar, or just "Lou".

The second, Anastasia Proserpine Morningstar, or just "An".

The youngest, Damien Dantalion Morningstar, or just "Dames".

Who here wants to become their devilparent? (I mean what's the opposite of godparents lmao)

May I be 💸 Anon?

Also, do you think you could maybe, if you want to, do a scenario where Diavolo and Lucifer (separately) are begging (Afab) reader to let them breed her?

Because I have this theory that since demons go into heat that it happens 1-2 a year in male in female. But ovulation in human females gives off the same scent as a She devils heat so let’s say for 1-7 ovulation period and nothing brings a man to his knees begging for a touch begging for anything like the tempting scent of heat, and reader has no mercy on these two.

I’d do anything to see Diavolo and Lucifer Pride broken, tearing up, gasping, and begging to release inside and breed reader just to be denied.

But! Only if you can! And if you want to! No pressure! 🥺😌

Take care! 🤍

Sure thing! You can be 💸 anon! I love this concept, I’m a damn sadist and I love making people suffer. Have a great day!🖤🤍

Diavolo breeding kink

The bed shook as Diavolo thrashed against his restraints, all you had to do was grind your pussy against his cock and he was losing his mind. He kept trying to thrust into you but you wouldn’t let him.

“P-please! I want to be inside you!” He whimpered. You sat down on his thigh, your hand going back to stroking his cock. “Please! (Y/n), let me cum inside you!” He squirmed, and yanked on the restraints.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Aren’t you having fun?” The pathetic whimpering was getting louder as he got closer, you knew exactly what he wanted but you wanted to tease him.

His cock flexed in your grip. Oh, he was getting close, you grinned and increased your pace. “N-no! Pleasepleaseplease! I’m close please let me cum inside you!”

You hummed as you pretended to think about it, quickening your pace and just watching him. He was so close, but he was trying not to cum. “You really want to cum inside me?” He nodded so eagerly, so you clicked your tongue and said. “Ok, I’ll let you cum inside me.”

His eyes lit up at that. He thanked you, moaning when you took him into yourself. You wrote him quickly, feeling him throbbing inside you. “O-oh, just a little more please!”

You gave him a kiss, before pulling off of him and grinding against him, making him cum onto his own stomach. Diavolo let out a pitiful whimper, trying to rock back into you.

Lucifer breeding kink

Lucifer growled as you squeezed around him. “Keep that but and you’re going to make me cum…” He moaned and beckoned you to come down for a kiss.

You lean down, smiling and give him a peck on the lips before sitting back up and increasing your pace.

“Luci, if you cum too soon, I’m not gonna let you cum inside me.” You growl back. You two hadn’t been going for that long and you were not gonna reward him for cumming so soon.

He laughed, thrusting up into you, closing his eyes as you slammed down onto him. “F-fuck, yes keep doing that!”

You can feel him twitching inside you, you know he’s not going to last much longer, poor thing is just so pent up. You pull him into a deep kiss, then right as he’s about to cum, you pull off him, grinning as he whimpers.

“Oh? Did I ruin it? Oops, guess we’ll just have to start all over again.” Lucifer whines, rocking his hips into the air.

Hey! I recently came across your blog and I love your Obey me! HC so much☺️☺️ if its okay could I request the Obey me! Brothers + dateables reacting to MC hugging them, nuzzling closer and then saying “you smell like home”🥺🥺 thank you!!💕

The Demon Bros & Undatables: Reacting to MC calling them home :’)

Lucifer

• You’ve had a long day, and Lucifer is the only one who you know can cheer you up

• So you go to his office, walking in without knocking first, something you only did when you really needed him (which he knew)

• When he hears his door open he looks up with irritation, but then seeing it’s you he gets up and walks over to you with his arms open

• “MC, what’s wrong” his voice is soft and reaffirming, and you let yourself be wrapped in his arms

• You don’t answer at first, just listening to his heartbeat in his chest and enjoying the smell of his cologne

• “You smell like home” you whisper against his chest, and at that moment he swears he’s never felt love stronger than what he feels for you

• He does Not tear up. No sir not him!

• He tightens his arms around you a bit and kisses the top of your head, truly speechless at what to say

• “Then stay with me forever” he whispers, and you nod into his chest

Mammon

• He’s walking you back to your room in the HoL after the two of you got dinner together, and you’re chatting about the meal and how the waitress you had was really pretty

•  You arrive at your door, and you turn towards Mammon and hug him tightly, your head resting against his shoulder

• “Mmm, you smell like home” you comment to yourself, realizing after a second that he definitely heard you

• Big blush boy wraps his arms around you tighter than he ever had before

• “Sheesh MC, you’re gonna make me blush” he jokes, but his heart felt like it could explode he was so happy

• You hug for longer than the two of you usually did and you both fell asleep thinking about each other :)

Leviathan

• You were laying in his bed, his arm around your shoulders as you leaned into him, watching the newest episode of an anime

• You zoned out during the commercial break, resting your head against his chest

• “You smell like home, Levi”

• If you think Mammon blushed, you have no idea how hard Levi blushed

• He didn’t know what to say, and you thought you could feel the heat from the blush on his face

• You looked up at him and sure enough, his face was redder than you’d ever seen it

• You kissed his cheek, figuring you might as well really make him blush ✨

• He honestly blacked out a little lol

Satan

• You were reading in the library with him, you head on his lap as the two of you read your respective books

• It was getting late, so you closed your book and turned towards him, snuggling in his lap and closing your eyes

• His hand fell against your head, and he played with your hair as he continued to read

• “Home..” you whispered, a small smile crossing your face

• “Hm?” he hinted for you to repeat yourself

• “You smell like home” you repeated, opening your eyes and looking up at him

• He tried not to blush, but you knew him well enough you could see though his facade

• He held your gaze for a moment before moving his hand down to cup your face, eyes saying more than his words ever could

Asmodeus

• You’re spending the night in his room after a self care night, currently choosing which movie to fall asleep to (or talk through the night to)

• You decide on a meodicre movie from the human world, so it wouldn’t keep your attention too seriously

• He opens his arms for you, and you snuggle against him

• “Asmodeus...” you start

• “Yes?” he looked to you smiled

• “You smell like home” you pressed a light kiss to his chest and laid your head back down

• He was silent for a moment, then speaking “I’m glad you feel safe here, in my arms, MC”

• You end up talking about your lives throughout the night (yk one of the chats you have with someone until like four am about anything and everything)

Beelzebub

• You’re leaning against his arm in the kitchen as he snakcs, rambling to him about how frustrating classes had been

• “Mmm, but you smell like home, so I feel way better now that I’m with you” you end your rant and wrap an arm around his, holding onto him tightly

• He’s so touched :’)

• He isn’t great with words, though, so he leans over and kisses the top of your head and offers to make you your favorite food from the human world (or have it delivered)

• You smile into him, “That’d be great, Beel. Thank you”

Belphegor

• You whisper it as you’re falling asleep with him after a long day of classes and errands for Lucifer

• “You smell like home...”

• Not much wakes him up when he’s about to fall asleep, but a confession like this does the trick

• He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder (or the back of your neck if you’re comfortable with that)

• “Thank you, MC” he whispers to you as you drift into a nap

Diavolo

• He’s working late into the night again, but he finished all his paperwork early so he can sit in bed with you as you sleep

• You scoot over and rest your head against the side of his thigh, not wanting to disturb his laptop but wanting to smell the comforting smell of your favorite demon

• “Dia...you smell like home” you whisper against him, and he almost thought he didn’t hear you right

• A human ?? Making his heart feel like this ??

• He hides his face in his hand for a moment before coming back to his senses

• “I’ll always be your home, MC. I promise” he said gently, moving a hand from his work to stroke your hair

Barbatos

• He’d had a longer day than usual with Diavolo, and you were practically asleep when he got into bed well past midnight

• “Mmm, welcome” you tease lightly, voice groggy

• “Go to sleep” he whispered, not wanting you to lose any more sleep than you already had

• You snuggled against his chest, appreciating his warmth, “You smell like home” you half consciously whispered

• ERROR: BARBATOS HAS STOPPED WORKING

• He holds you closer than he thought was demonly possible, whispering little words of affirmation to you as you fell asleep in his arms

Simeon

• You were walking around the park, holding hands and talking about your day

• The two of you passed a nice fountain, and decided to take a picture to remember your day together

• You moved closer to him, and suddenly your nose was filled with his scent

• “Simeon, you smell so good. Like, home” you commented, not expecting a blush to cross his face almost instantly

• “MC...” he was speechless, but just pulled you into a hug (and took a selfie of the two of you hugging, because he never wanted to forget this moment)

• “Thank you” he smiled the most genuine smile you’d ever seen, and you knew you wanted Simeon in your life forever

Solomon

• You’ve enlisted his help for cooking duty, and the two of you are working on your favorite dish from the human world

• He leans across you to grab a measuring cup, and you can’t help but notice how comforting and familiar he smells

• “Solomon, you smell like home” you turn and wrap your arms around him, inhaling deeply against him

• He !!

• “Awh, MC” he laughed lightly, “You should have told me sooner”, then setting down the measuring cup and wrapping his arms back around you

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A/N: I didn’t feel comfortable doing Luke w/this one just bc ,, he is a child and I would feel weird telling a child they smell like home yk ?? Anyways I ~loved~ this prompt hehe I hope you guys enjoy

Take this low quality meme and tell me I'm wrong

Brothers or datables with an MC who’s given everyone but them a nickname? Or refers to them as endearments like honey,sweetie,dear etc?

finally calling them by a pet name

includes: brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: 1k | rated g | m.list

a/n: this was such a cute ask and turned out longer than my normal ones! also we're back to fluffy goodness! thank you for requesting! as always, my inbox is open to chat or req!

pls reblog <3

➳ lucifer clears his throat. “was it something i did?” you look up, brows furrowed. “what?” “you obviously don’t like me as much as the others and i want to understand why so i can rectify my behavior immediately.” he almost can’t bear to look in your eyes, yet he does, nervous for your reply. “is this about the nicknames?” at his nod, you can’t help but chuckle a little, scrubbing your face with your hand. “i’m sorry that i gave you that impression. i just was hesitant to call you by something other than your name as it seemed like something you wouldn't appreciate. i’d love to give you a nickname if you’re okay with that.” lucifer’s stunned. that’s all it was? quickly agreeing, lucifer feels much better after your conversation and infinitely better next time you breeze past him with a ‘coming through, darling’.

➳ mammon pouts, watching you shower asmo and levi with pet names and nicknames. he was your first man, the great mammon, and yet, you never called him by anything like that. it wasn’t fair! noticing his sour mood, you come over, gently asking what’s wrong. “why don’t i get a nickname like them?” mammon whines. “do ya not love me the same?”  for all of his theatricality, you’re able to see the genuine hurt underneath it all. “oh, no, mammon,” you say, sweeping him into a hug. “nothing like that. i just haven’t found one i like yet! that’s all, i swear.” reassured, mammon almost feels a little silly. of course that was all it was. it takes a few more days, but when you ask him to get you something with a ‘please, sweetpea’, he moves faster than he has in a millennium.

➳ levi can almost feel his envy like a physical thing, coiled hotly in his gut. he watches as mammon leans into your praise, the pet name no doubt sounding like music to ears. to levi, it sounds horrible. why doesn’t he get a pet name? is he not good enough? oh, he knew you could never love someone like him. too caught up in his pity party, he misses you talking to him and is only brought out of his thoughts by your hand on his shoulder. “hey, hon, are you okay? i called your name like, five times.” hon? is that his? it’s perfect. realizing he still hadn’t answered you, levi snaps out of it. “o-oh, i’m fine. can you call me that again?” “what, hon?” at his eager nod, you laugh. “sure, hon. consider it done.”

➳ satan can’t focus on his book, not with you right there, calling lucifer honey, of all things. the great avatar of pride, reduced to honey! it was laughable. sort of. as much as he’d never admit it, he longed to be granted a nickname, much like everyone else. in all of the books he had read, pet names and nicknames were signs of trust, of love, and yet, here he was, without one. snapping his book shut with a huff, he pulled himself up, storming out of the living room. “what’s up with him?” you ask, but he doesn’t hear the reply. it’s only a few minutes before you find him, though. he really should put some time toward making new hiding spots. “satan,” you say. no response. remembering what asmo had explained as the reason for satan storming off, you try a new tactic. “baby.” the creation is instantaneous. his face reddens, and he slowly looks over at you. “if you wanted a pet name why didn't you just say something?” he pretty much doesn’t hear you, his mind echoing ‘baby, baby’ back at him.

➳ asmo dramatically falls onto his bed, face screwed up, if he had to listen to one more minute of you cooing over all o the rest of those- those traitors, then he’s surely puke! as soon as you age them a nickname they were gone, firmly placed under your honeyed spell. and it wasn’t fair! he wanted to be there too, and he would go, happily, but for whatever reason, you still hadn’t called him a nickname! a knock on his door startles him, and a moment later, your head hesitantly pokes through the doorway. “asmo? are you okay?” childishly, asmo turns his head away from you, muttering a no. undeterred, you climb up beside him, flopping down. “what’s going on?” you wait patiently, and finally, when asmo explains the situation, you apologize. “sorry, i never realized. i’ll make an effort to call you by a pet name from now on. how does ‘gorgeous’ sound?”

➳ beel frowns, rubbing his neck. “can you call m a nickname like you do everyone else?” the question comes out of nowhere, and you gape at him, trying to see where he’s coming from. “what?” “you call all of my brothers by a pet name but you haven’t ever done that to me.” realization dawns on you and your face falls as you think about it, and yep, he’s right. you’ve never called him by a nickname. “i’m sorry, beel. thank you for bringing it up with me, otherwise, it might have taken me a while to realize it.” you hug him, and the situation seems much better in beel's eyes, especially when you continue to call him ‘handsome’ whenever you talk to him.

➳ belphie knows it’s fair, knows you have a good reason not to grant him with a term of endearment like the others, yet it still burns, something still aches inside of him whenever he hears one of the others get called ‘sweetheart’ or ‘cutie’. he wants, so badly, to ask you to give him a nickname, but he can’t, not with everything that’s happened between you two. your relationship just isn’t there yet, and he has to accept it. so he somewhat puts it out of his mind, meaning he’s not prepared when out of the blue you say “hey, pudding, do you mind passing the salt?” “me?” you laugh. “yeah, you. who else would i be talking to?” it’s a good point; you two are the only ones in the kitchen. he’s elated, of course, but really, pudding?

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