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kentoverse · 2 days ago
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their kinks — part one.
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# synopsis ; what kinds of kinks i think the older brothers have.
# featuring ; lucifer, mammon & leviathan.
# content warnings ; fem!afab!mc, smut, bdsm, dirty talk, brat-taming, master kink, face-fucking, overstimulation, sadomasochism, face-sitting, puppy play, praise kink, degradation, humiliation, role-playing, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, 18+ only.
# note ; this plot has been done a million times, but i think i’d like to put in my opinion on the brother’s respective kinks. part two with the younger brothers can be found here.
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LUCIFER ☆ !!
bdsm.
this is completely canon. lucifer is a sadist, the most sadistic of all the sadists in the devildom. there’s nothing he loves more than seeing you tied up in his bed; the deep red rope leaving marks on your pretty skin, your eyes brimming with tears while you whimper pathetically, asking him to be gentle before he splits you open with his fat cock. he’ll use pretty much anything on you, paddles, rope, handcuffs, whips (as long as you consent, of course). he wants to ruin that beautiful body of yours and make you his little toy. the sight of you so submissive, whiny and pathetic beneath him makes him so hard.
dirty talk.
lucifer’s words are beyond filthy, there’s no denying that. his dirty talk is a combination of praise and degradation, calling you his ‘good little whore’ or ‘perfect cocksleeve.’ he never fails to make you blush when the two of you are intimate, and that’s something that he prides himself on.
brat-taming.
lucifer loves punishments, that fact is hardly a secret. if you’re acting particularly bratty or out of line, he won’t hesitate to pull you away from everyone else and teach you a well-deserved lesson. this could result in being bent across his lap as he strikes your ass, leaving burning hot sensations on your skin, or perhaps even being edged until you sob and apologise profusely for acting so improper. of course, aftercare is very important during scenes like this, so he’ll clean you up gently, kissing you repeatedly and telling you how proud he is of you for taking the punishment like a good little girl <3
master kink.
if there’s anything that lucifer likes to be called during intimate moments, it has to be master. the title gives him a sense of power, a sense of control over his pretty little human. using that name gets him in the mood almost instantly. though, he has to punish you if you decide to call him that in a public setting.
face-fucking.
there’s not a day that goes by where lucifer isn’t stressed out. whether it be his paperwork, or lord diavolo or his brothers, there’s always something preventing him from relaxing. luckily for him, he has the most adorable and doting girlfriend that would do most anything to cheer him up! he finds that he blows off steam quickly when you let him fuck your mouth, the messier the better. he loves that expression you have; glassy eyes, tears dripping down your cheeks, drool pooling around the corners of your lips. you’re so beautiful like this.
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MAMMON ☆ !!
overstimulation.
this is a two way street, he likes to overstimulate you with his tongue or fingers, but he loves it when you overstimulate him. use your mouth, hands, tits, thighs, toys, he doesn’t really care. the sensation of friction after he cums is mind-numbing, but so damn pleasurable. he’ll whimper and beg you to stop your ministrations, crying about his over-sensitivity, but he doesn’t mean it in the slightest. make him sob, he doesn’t mind <3
sadomasochism.
it’s canon that mammon is a masochist, as much as he likes to deny it. when you roughly pull his hair, forcing him to look at you in the eyes, his cock gets so damn hard. the slight burn on his scalp and the domineering way that you look down at him is beyond arousing, and you notice this. you tease him playfully, watching the colour rush to his cheeks. he likes it when you get a little aggressive with him; wrap your hand around throat while you ride him, bite his neck during foreplay, slap his cock if he gets too bratty. but please don’t hit his face :(
face-sitting.
mammon literally wants you to choke him with your pussy, nothing more, nothing less. he doesn’t care if you’re worried about crushing him, that’s exactly what he wants. he’ll eat you out like he’s been starved, tanned hands squeezing the fat of your ass and thighs as he hums against your cunt.
puppy play.
specifically, mammon prefers to be the puppy. he would be so embarrassed to admit it, in fact, he probably won’t admit it at all. however, the way he blushes the first time you use the name ‘puppy’ to address him is a dead giveaway that he loves it. please buy him a pretty golden collar, he’ll wear it with pride, knowing that he belongs to you. it takes him a little while to get into the right headspace, but once he does, he’s at your mercy. your loyal, submissive little puppy boy <3
praise kink.
with the constant bullying from his brothers, mammon enjoys you telling him how well he’s doing. he lives off of your praise, it’s practically the bane of his existence. he wants to hear you call him a good little boy while he laps at your cunt, softly whining at the sound of your beautiful voice.
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LEVIATHAN ☆ !!
degradation.
i mean, what did you expect? this demon talks down on himself on the daily, so he’d enjoy it even more if you called him degrading names during intimate moments. tell him that he’s a dirty little pervert, jerking off to animated girls on his computer. tell him that he’s lucky that he’s experiencing the touch of a woman, because anyone other than you wouldn’t dare to. tell him that he’s a pathetic whore for cumming untouched, just from experiencing you bullying him.
humiliation.
this ties strongly into levi’s degradation kink. he loves being put into embarrassing or compromising positions. make him crawl to you from the other side of his bedroom. make him beg for your touch. record his face while you bounce his cock, getting all of the perfect shots of his fucked-out expression and capturing all of the pathetic sounds he makes. play the video while you sit in the common room with a couple of his brothers, and watch him frantically scamper from the couch to attempt to grab the phone from your hands.
exhibitionism.
again, this ties in with levi’s humiliation kink. the thought of being walked in on by someone else while you’re fucking him is so hot, but also kind of mortifying. he fantasises about it more often than you’d think. he would be on his deathbed before he admitted it, but you can clearly tell that he’s into it when he flushes red at the mention.
role-playing.
this little pervert loves the thought of you dressing up in a costume and acting out an improvised scene in character. he can’t help it, especially if you’re wearing a cosplay of one of his favourite characters (not ruri-chan, cause we’re not doing that shit on this blog lol). he thinks you look so pretty in the outfit, and he would probably get too flustered to play along.
mutual masturbation.
this one is pretty self explanatory. sometimes levi doesn’t have the energy to have full-blown sex, so he opts for something a little gentler, a little more intimate. his heart races at the fact that you’d allow him to see you so vulnerable like that. he gets off on watching you get off, playing with your pretty pussy until your body trembles as you reach your high.
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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 2 months ago
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Mc: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Lucifer periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’
Mc: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.
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leviathans-watching · 3 months ago
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asking them for their coat
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includes: lucifer, mammon, beel, belphie, diavolo x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .5k | rated g | m.list | pt 2
a/n: this is a little something that buried itself in my brain. i'll get to the rest of the characters eventually i swear, haha! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req, so come say hi!!
pls reblog and like <3
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➳ lucifer lends you his jacket without hesitation, gently draping it over your shoulders. “i told you you should have brought a jacket,” he chides gently, “though i’ll admit it’s even colder than i thought it’d be.” his jacket is warm and thick, the pleasant and familiar smell of his cologne drifts off of the collar, and despite ourself, you can’t help but indulge in a good sniff, hoping lucifer doesn’t see. he totally does, but his stomach does a weird wiggly thing that keeps him from bringing it up. the idea of you enjoying the way he smells… well, it’s an intriguing thought.
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➳ mammon blinks at you. “oh! ya want to borrow my jacket? sure thing?” he shrugs out of it, passing it over without any fanfare. “sorry, i haven’t washed it in a few days.” you zip it up, the sleeves falling over your hands, and are instantly warmer, the thick material already heated thanks to mammon’s body heat. you shove your hands in the pockets, startled to feel stuff in them, and when you pull it out, you’re unsurprised to see a few crumpled up wrappers, some coins, and a few other random small items. it’s somehow so mammon, and you can't help but smile as you put it back.
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➳ beel skips handing his sweatshirt to you, instead tugging it gently over your head. the fabric pools around you, soft and warm, and it falls nearly to your knees. you’re grateful though, hugging yourself as you bask in not being cold anymore. “is that better?” beel asks earnestly, and you nod, rolling the sleeves up a couple of times. “good. you can keep it, if you want. i have a bunch of others.” beel isn’t lying, but his intentions aren’t completely pure; he likes seeing you in his clothes, likes being able to help when you need it.
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➳ belphie doesn’t really want to part with his jacket, but he supposes he should, for you. after all, he’s not going to be responsible for your suffering. besides, he’s a demon and can withstand the cold much longer than you can. your chilled fingers fumble on the buttons, making him sigh and gently push them aside. “what would you do without me?” he says with a little sigh, deftly finishing them, his hands lingering a little longer than they should have. “freeze,” he says, after a moment, answering his own question, pretending he’s unaffected by the bashful grin you’re giving him.
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➳ diavolo wraps his coat around you, the fabric soft against your neck. “i hope this helps,” he says, feeling somewhat responsible for your chattering teeth. “we’ll have to go shopping to get you a sturdier coat.” he likes seeing you in red, likes how it looks against your skin, likes how you were unafraid to ask him for it, even though he’s the demon lord. you shove your hands in the pockets, smiling up at him. the coat is thick and comfortable, and you like how he obviously likes seeing you in it. maybe you should ask him for it more often.
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simpywhore · 13 days ago
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Things I think Obey me characters would do (with you)
Also I don’t proof read, like I never proof read. >:p
Lucifer - Totally has a big soft spot for you, just doesn’t shows it to anyone, cuz his PRIDE is in the way. Pretty sure he wants you to sit in his lap while he does his paperwork. Won’t say it out loud but he just absolutely loves when you run your fingers through his hair, it soothes him and relieves some of the stress.  You’re not getting away with his lecture tho. But it’s fine cuz he always pamper you with head pats afterwards.
Mammon - I can see him being your troublemaker partner, like causing troubles and running away from the witches. Trading random things to the demons at RAD. Pissing Lucifer tf off   Making unfair deals at school just to get some good cash from dumb creatures who’s stupid enough to trade a whole bag of grims for a full size snicker from the human world. Absolutely loves you giving him your attention and affection, but ofc he’d rather be tied up to the ceiling again than confessing it. You still love your tsundere boi tho <3
Leviathan - He’s those type of high level ranking people who helps others (well specifically you). Depending on the type of games yall are playing, I think he would still do his best to try and help you in everything. Would gift you rare and powerful things so you can do better in the games. Protect you from other players, or obstacles. Likes to co-op with you if it’s a multiplayer game. Shows you his collection of figurines. While he stream, you would sit yourself down on his lap while he games.  Oh and did I mention he has another whole ass collection of mangas? Imagine begging him to lend you some of his mangas to read and ofc he ends up giving it to you because of your puppy eyes. (he gets weak and soft when you give him puppy eyes, HAH couldn’t resist it.) Would get all red and flustered when you tease him about it tho.
Satan - Having trouble with trying to get some rest? No worries your beloved s/o is always there to help you. You want cuddles? Sure. Kisses? Okay. Head pats? Of course. Want him to read a book for you? Absolutely.  Also brew some tea for you if you want to stay up with him. He enjoys your company anyway.  You’re his prank buddy btw. Loves to prank Lucifer and of course he gets away with it by blaming it on Mammon (poor mammoney). One time, he swap Lucifer’s shampoo with a bottle of pink hair dye. He also took a photo of it just for research purposes. black mail 
Beelzebub - Lifts you up whenever you want him to. (Manz is like a literal teddy bear) He only share his food with you, and his brother would find it quite adorable but they’re also jealous of how you would give him the most attention and affection too.  He works out right? Yea you legit climb on back and hand from his arm like he’s a personal monkey bar or something- Would be so clueless when you start to get flustered when he lifted his shirt to wipe off the sweat on his face.
Belphagor - Actually wakes up to find you when he want his damn cuddles. Would also nag at you for making him drag his sleepy ass all the way just to find you. Complain about how he want you to pat his head. If you’re busy with something he will drag you back to bed (aggressively) or just lay down on your lap and continue his nap. You often feed him when he’s too sleepy to eat on his own :p
BONUS:
Solomon
- Literally has a fuc-king spell to put you to sleep if you can’t sleep, don’t worry he will ask if you’re okay with the idea of being cast under a spell though.  Would be more comfortable on letting his guard down around you.  Share his snacks back from the human world with you. And if he ever has the chance to go there, he would totally recommend some cafes or places to peacefully spend time together with him.  Would also gladly teach you some spells to you, if you’re interested in them and asked if he could teach you how to cast them.  You guys legit gossip about others just because you felt like it. I KNOW THIS MAN KNOWS GEN-Z HUMOR. Yes yall would be making gen-z jokes to yourselves and flip others off if they dare call you weird. 
Diavolo - This man always make sure to spoil you rotten, everyday. You want it? You get it. Just gives off complete sugar daddy vibes. An absolute softie. Often get distracted from his work when you’re with him so for the sake of hell, Barbatos and Lucifer tries not to let you visit too often. (They do it in the nicest way possible though.)
Barbatos - If you can bake well then that’s great, he will bake with you all the time. If you can’t bake then he will be more than happy to teach you how to bake. Ask how his food taste when you eat them, just admires how you look so cheerful when he give you his treats.  Since he doesn’t really have much time to spend with you, he gifts you anything he thinks you would like. 
A/N: Ah sorry if I didn’t write anything for Asmo, I just don’t have that much interest in him and also doesn’t know what to write for him lmao. But I know he would have spa days with you tho, quite very often too. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and have a great week darlings. <33 Thank you for all the likes and reblogs. ~(╥﹏╥)~♥ (These hashtags do be killing me right now (ToT ) )
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officallytheduchess · 18 days ago
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Defying the King [Lucifer/Reader]
Summary: You provoke a fight with a demon student at RAD with an incredibly bad outcome. Lucifer tries confronting you on it, only for you take a vow of silence. Later on, he tries asking again.
note: no pronouns are used! everyone can read it!
Everyone thought it was out of character when they learned you were hauled away to the clinic after getting into an altercation with another student. There was already plenty of notoriety in your name that floated through the school; some of it was beneficial, lauding you as an immaculate student and additional body to the student council, whereas others took shots at spearing you with scathing criticism often in the form of your relationship to the demon brothers.
Being as you were one of the two only humans in the demon realm to date, relentless bullying by the weaker ranks of demons was something you expected, even acclimated to well enough to let their words slip off of you like water. You were recognized more for your passivity when dealing with matters outside of the House of Lamentation, engaging insults and jeers with little more than a smile, a sour look on the worst of days. Anyone who spoke well of you, which was a considerable majority, often doted that was one of your charming points among several others.
So, when you were carted into the school’s clinic by two of your friends; their arms cuffed beneath your armpits and at your knees, doing their best to avoid speckles of blood from staining their shoes, it became an uproar with student body and gossip groups. No one really knew where the new rumors originated; some speculated, others dedicated themselves to being the loudest with supposed screenshots and call-out posts, but none of it was enough for Lucifer or Diavolo to act upon.
To do so would violate the student’s of their ability to free speech, which didn’t mean much to Lucifer if it kept the integrity of the school and Diavolo’s reputation pristine, and most importantly- your name out of their filthy fucking mouths.
“What are they even saying?” Asmodeus was fretting over this entire ordeal, if only because he was he couldn’t understand how he wasn’t first in the loop with this juicy new drama. Your involvement was a close second. “How could I not have known about this? My girls tell me everything! Ugh, they’re out of my group.”
Of course, no one else found his reaction very humorous; not once they got sight of you lying on that bed in the clinic with several staff encircling you, busying themselves with salves, potions, and spells to ease your suffering. None of them were able to get close enough to you to see the extent of the injuries, all except for Lucifer after he ran everyone out once you were confirmed to be stabilized.
The lacerations were minimal; far fewer than what they had been at the climax of the entire ordeal, albeit an inevitable hindrance to your life for some time. More often than not, Lucifer needed to remind himself that you were human- your bones were brittle, skin easily shredded like tissue, and your organs were incapable of repairing themselves in the same way as a demon.
Seeing you on that hard bed beneath dim light to spare your eyes from strain was unbearable to him. His heart felt as though it were shriveling and tightening and twisting all at once, stomach bunching in knots, and he had to stop himself from gnawing on his lower lip. An outward display of vulnerability at a time like this was unacceptable, especially when all eyes were on him trying to predict what his next movements would be.
He prided himself on his maturity, an uncanny ability to put himself above the emotions of any given situation to view it with clarity and impartiality. However, before he could have composed himself, he slipped up and approached you with a great flourish his jacket behind him.
“Tell me who attacked you.” These weren’t the words belonging to a conscientious man, they were terse and heavy. His expression grew severe when you chose to turn your face away from him. “Tell me. Now.”
You had proven yourself to be no fool, the fate of the demon who attacked you would be an eternity of imprisonment and torture in the lowest levels where only ice and agony dwelt. To be the one responsible for someone succumbing to that end would be unfathomable, Lucifer knew that’s why you wouldn’t say anything- took an unshakable vow of silence.
It was well maintained, even weeks into your recovery.
“I can’t believe this crap...” Mammon growled, dropping the textbook on his face to shield his eyes from the white glow of the light overhead. He was sprawled on the floor with your rather generous array of texts and workbooks from all of the classes you had missed until that point. “Why couldn’t Satan have helped you out with this, huh? Why me? Oh, right, can I copy your math homework for tomorrow?”
The tip of your pencil drummed impatiently on the surface of your potions homework, sparing him a slightly bitter look that promptly dissipated when your device beeped.
It was a message from Lucifer, quite a surprise.
Since the entire mess with the other student, and your subsequent reluctance to speak on the matter, he had been giving you something a little frostier than a cold shoulder. He barely made an effort to speak to you, yet pulled out all the stops to keep you away from the school until the perpetrator was caught, and could get around without crutches.
The King of Petty never disappointed.
Still, when you read the text aloud for Mammon to hear, it left you a little dazed: “Come to my study immediately.”
Mammon pushed a whistle from his cheeks, “Damn, what’d you do for that?”
You considering hurling your potions textbook at him. “Nothing! He’s barely said a word to me since everything happened with that fight. I’m just keeping my head low around him, dude.”
“Yeah, well,” he heaved his body off the floor only to hunch over his crossed legs, arms draping on his thighs. “Ain’t like the guy knows how to handle bein’ defied. I mean, look at me! He’s always doing some cruel shit to me, hanging me upside down with piano wire...”
“You do that to yourself, Mammon.” You shot back, moving everything off of your body in one a single sweep while reaching to your nightstand for your crutches. “Anyway, haven’t done the math homework for tomorrow yet. Sorry.”
“What?! Goddamnit!“ Mammon wailed, mourning the loss of an easy grade and for the uncertain future.
His reaction eased your spirits enough to make the trip to Lucifer’s study less of an arduous journey through the unknown, and more like an incredibly inconvenient walk through the woods on roller blades.
All in all, acceptable given the condition of things.
Lucifer was already there in the room when you scuttled inside, careful with making a ruckus as you shut the door and tried to maneuver your crutches around. For a moment, you simply took in the sights of the spacious room; it was oddly dark for Lucifer’s tastes, you thought. Across the far end of the room, adjacent to where you stood were numerous bookshelves of a deep red wood with intricate engravings along the edges, countless books all somehow pristine yet ancient at the same time.
The carpet below your feet reminded you of a burgundy wine; the depth of the hue was sensual in your mind. Among the collection of other things dotted around the room from furniture with gold accents, an impossibly large desk with enough of a luster to reflect the lights from the ceiling, and tall windows promising a breathtaking view; the most predictable fixture was Lucifer seated in an armchair next to a lavish fireplace.
You tried to stay mellow, keeping the agitation out of your tone, “Hey, what did you call me in here for? I was working on homework.”
“Good to know you’re keeping up with your studies even while recovering.” Lucifer replied coolly, barely offering you a glance as he gestured to the second armchair next to him. “Come. Take a seat, it’s cold tonight.”
It wasn’t a generous offer out of the kindness of his heart, it was a demand and you were obligated to heed it. He didn’t utter a word on your purposeful movements, sure to take your time approaching the chair, and making a rather flippant display of chucking the crutches aside to drop down into it.
“I’ll cut right to the chase--”
“I’m the one who started the fight, Lucifer.” You weren’t having any of this domineering, holier-than-thou shit tonight. “I’m the one who threw the punches. I’m the one who provoked, agitated, blah-blah-blah. I did it all. That guy was just, I don’t know, doing what anyone else would’ve done in his situation.”
Lucifer’s face immediately warped into something so severe you thought that diving out of the chair sounded appropriate. “Something anyone would’ve done!? He maimed you, nearly left you needing a blood transfusion and severely concussed. He is a demon. He knows better-- he knows humans are...”
You saw his chest heave, lips trembling as though restraining himself from spewing anything else from sheer willpower alone. Those beautiful red eyes of him were glowing; so vibrant and vicious, ensnared in a battle between the need for bloodlust and need for control.
“We’re weak, Lucifer. You can say it, you can’t hurt me with something like that anymore.” It was an assurance to yourself, maybe even him that you had become so durable over the years. “Demons aren’t immune to fallacies, mistakes, and wrongdoings. He responded poorly, that’s all.”
Lucifer tutted his tongue loudly, the tips of his fingers acting as spears would by piercing the armrests on beneath his touch. “I don’t understand how you’re so calm about this. I was the one who saw you on that bed covered in bruises and wounds; you barely recognized me when I spoke to you. Do you know how I felt in that moment? Just how... how angry I was?”
You turned in your seat, carefully reaching across the divide between you both to let hand rest atop of his. “Lucifer, it’s okay. I’m fine. I’m here.”
“It’s been so long,” he finally took a deep breath, his chest rising high towards the ceiling and slowly coming back down to rest. “It’s been so long since I’ve experienced such anger. I was ready to kill that student for what he had done to you. Absolutely unfathomable, I could never show my face to Diavolo... or you... again.”
This time you gave his hand a squeeze, feeling the warmth of his skin through the black gloves as he moved to twine your fingers together. “You didn’t do any of that. I’m glad you didn’t.”
More and more, the cavernous lines he worked into his face eased to something far more placid. You felt his thumb stoke the peaks of your knuckles rhythmically, perhaps more as a way to calm himself than you.
For a while, neither of you spoke another word, opting to fixate on the flames enclosed in a prison of grey stone. The fire hissed and crackled, spitting fragments of hot wood onto the floor, seething in an orange halo before finally turning black as it cooled. You caught sight of Lucifer staring at the embers, admiring how they danced in his eyes, making them glitter like rubies.
It took him having to squeeze your hand again to jolt you from your trance. “Tell me, just for my own sake, why did you start the fight with that student?”
You sputtered a laugh, “Uh, because he called you a bitch?”
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a/n: queen of anticlimactic endings ayyyy. anyway! hope yall liked. this is another idea i’d like to make into a short multi-chapter project. aka mc gets hurt sort of fic.
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devildomsgod · 15 days ago
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Cuddling omega!Lucifer
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gn!alpha!reader x omega!Lucifer
fluff; cuddling him
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"Stop that," Lucifer dismissively growls while trying to shove your head away, though there's no real strength behind his hand.
"Whyy~" you whine playfully, grinning at the beautiful omega in front of you.
His hair is tousled, and the pretty glasses indicate a long night of paperwork lying behind him, your instincts pushing you into the hug you're holding him in.
"Can't I cuddle my omega? You look exhausted, c'mon, let's get you to bed."
Lucifer doesn't complain as you push him towards the shared bed, your hands quickly working on the coat around his shoulders before guiding him onto the mattress. You follow the demon under the covers, carefully pulling the glasses from his face to put them on the nightstand. Lucifer still looks grumpy but gentler now that he's lingering in the comforting scent of his alpha.
"If you didn't work so much, we could have been doing this all day."
Lucifer subconsciously leans onto your chest while scowling dismissively, mumbling something about the Devildom not running itself.
"Well, it has to now, though, because I'm not letting you go 'til I'm satisfied," you grin while slinging your arms around Lucifer, holding him tighter than before.
Maybe that isn't too bad, Lucifer thinks, allowing himself the humblest smile while inhaling the comforting smell of his scent mixing with the one of his chosen alpha.
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usertala · 23 days ago
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matchy matchy
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor
Genre: fluff
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Lucifer
At first, he didn't mind. He thought you dyed your hair black just because you wanted to, until he heard whispers from the lower demons talking about how you matched perfectly with Lucifer. Now he's heading to your room with slightly warm cheeks.
"MC, did you dye your hair to match mine?" He says so with that smug smirk of his, making you want to say no, but that would be a lie. "Well, yeah, of course I'd want to match with you. You're my lover, aren't you? "fixing his slightly wrinkled uniform, you head out of the room to start dinner with a blushing Lucifer trailing behind you.
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Mammon
Immediately bragging to everyone about how he's your first and, of course, you'd want to match with THE GREAT MAMMON. Though, when you confront him, he's nothing but a flustered mess, blushing and stuttering like a high school girl confessing to her crush.
You smirk at him, "Cat got your tongue? I heard you've been telling everyone how you're my favorite... Why don't you tell me all about it, love? " If you thought he couldn't get any more red, well, you're wrong.
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Leviathan
He's like Mammon but 100% worse. If Mammon won't stop stuttering Levi couldn't even form an entire sentence without getting cut-out by his own blabbering and fanboying.
Saying how it's like that anime, "my best friend that I secretly love dyed their hair to-" (im not doing this today). You had to calm him down for about an hour before he compliments your hair, quietly asking if you'd like to dye your hair with him next time.
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Satan
He's kind of indifferent about it, patting your hair and telling you, that you look nice. Though, when he sees you in RAD, lazily playing with your pen during speech seduction class, he's flushed. There's something attractive about you looking out the window with a bored look while playing with the ends of your hair.
Apparently, he was so distracted by you that the teacher had to call him out on it: "Satan, can you tell us what's so interesting about MC that you have to look like a love-sick fool?" The class laughs as you subtly smile, quickly hiding your smile behind your palm as you pretend to write something in your notebook. He coughs, red-faced, as he apologizes to the teacher.
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Asmodeus
He's ecstatic! Of course you'd want to match with him! He's immediately by your side, cooing about how adorable you are, "Darling, you could've told me! I would've loved to dye your hair myself. Not to mention, I know the products that are healthy for your hair. "
He knows the downsides of dying your hair, so he constantly reminds you of how to take care of it, as Devildom's hair dyes are particularly strong and filled to the brim with chemicals, just enough for demons. He goes as far as being the one to take care of it, massaging your scalp.
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Beelzebub
Just like Satan, he's indifferent to it, doesn't necessarily know why it matters, it's just hair. That's what he thinks, but when he heads to the kitchen to eat, he sees you cooking and notices your orange hair.
Slowly, he smiles, that dang adorable smile of his. He knows why others would find it adorable and nice. He feels like he is your lover and that you chose him out of everyone. Your hair is evidence of that. He feels happy that you went out of your way to change your appearance just to match him.
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Belphegor
Teases the hell out of you, "Hmm, do you like me that much? Are you an obsessive stalker or something? " You punch his arm, announcing that you'll change your hair to match Lucifer's. He scowls, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you to bed.
"Don't you dare? You'll look like Cerberus. You look better with this color and hairstyle... I like it." Teasing him for his flushed face, he hides it by snuggling up to your neck, fingers slightly moving to tickle you.
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trueshellz · a month ago
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Puppy Power
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Warnings: large dog (Cerberus), pet name (love), kinda fluffy
Summary: Lucifer couldn't believe his eyes...
Follow up in the same AU 'On Guard' and 'Makeover'
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Lucifer sighed, hand drawing over his face as he stared down at his ‘loyal’ dog, Cerberus. The dog who usually only listened to him, growled at anyone who dared enter his domain and almost ate his brothers for a snack just last week when they tried to sneak into his room again. The same dog who was currently laying on the floor, paws to the sky as you rubbed his stomach and cooed at him like a small baby. Lucifer couldn’t help the small smile gracing his face, he had to admit seeing you play him was quite adorable (not that he would admit it out loud). Initially worried about letting you near him, no one had managed to train Cerberus to behave quite like he did, and he wasn’t about to let you get eaten either. So imagine his surprise when his usually feral pet bent down to sniff you (three times, of course) before staring at you for a minute, then rolling over and whining for attention and belly scratches.
“He isn’t usually like this, you know, love.”
Looking up with a wide grin, your boyfriend’s wary face full of disbelief staring back at you as you crouched on the floor to play with his paws. Three heads lolling and tongues hanging out his mouth as three pairs of eyes stared back at you, a loud ‘woof’ making you jump a little as he demanded more attention. You giggled as he knocked you over, large paw swooping your legs and making you land on his side with a small gasp, dark brown fur in your face making your face itchy.
“Luci, if I can tame you then I think your puppy would be a walk in the-“
Another ‘woof’, louder this time as the ground shook with the sound of Cerberus standing up and shaking around before bundling off to grab his leash and collars, the momentum making you fall over again. Another thud as they hit the ground with a thump before three tongues hung out his mouth, loud panting sounds as he whined and tried to gently bop you with one head only to have you topple over with a giggle. Holding the leashes up to Lucifer with a questioning brow, his head shaking in amusement when you looked from him to the large dog in front of you and back again.
“Magic word, you’re in trouble now, love.”
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diavohoe · a month ago
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DILFS | obey me
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♡ with | mammon, lucifer
♡ content warnings | abuse of power, corruption, divorced dilfs, implied threesome, mentions of kids cause well..... the name says it all, afab reader
♡ note | thank you @gunpowder-and-smoke for beta reading this
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▬▬ MAMMON ▬▬
♡ Mammon is the kind of dilf who flirts with his daughter's uni friends
♡ He is nice, gives them money to help them with their uni debts and gives them some good financial advice whenever they ask.
♡ He is wealthy because of something, it's only natural people admire him and want to know all of his secrets
♡ He also encourages his daughter to make pool parties at home, he sits by the pool and his shades hide how his gaze is fixated on her friends, yellow eyes following their wet bodies and his cock twitching inside his pants at the way he's surrounded by beautiful youth
♡ He eventually tells them that if they want more money or more advice and fun, there are some small favors to be made
♡ Of course, they can refuse, but Mammon knows how sweet they are. They want to pay their debts as soon as possible.
♡ He fucks them all stupid one by one but he takes a sweet time with you
♡ He knows it took a lot of convincing to get you in his bed and have his cock buried deep inside your cunt
♡ He waves a black card with enough money to pay your entire tuition in front of you, telling you to make him cum at least twice and attend weekly encounters if you want the card so bad
♡ With time, it only escalates. He doesn't ask his daughter to bring all her friends, his thoughts filled with the way your spongy, juvenile walls milk his cock dry every single time he fucks you in the room he used to share with his ex-wife. Your nails digging into his hairy, big arms. Your grip tightens in dear life, your tits bouncing with each deep thrust he gives.
♡ As a financial advisor, Mammon is used to women insinuating afterhours with him, but he knows that his daughter invited you to dinner and he shushs everyone off, having all he needs at home
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▬▬ LUCIFER ▬▬
♡ Kids are a mess, a 'natural mistake' if you ask him. However, he had three before he filled out divorce papers and appealed for the possession of his children. Now he has three demons fooling around and making a mess of his belongings.
♡ Before losing his sanity and composure, he hired a nanny to help him out at home while he works. Yes, he is an at home worker, however he spends too much time in his study to pay his kids the attention they need.
♡ He found you through Mammon, he said you were responsible and his daughter talked wonders about you when he mentioned how much help Lucifer needed during dinner.
♡ Safe to say, Mammon was right. He was beyond right.
♡ The way you helped him with chores and lifted the weight on his shoulders was phenomenal, but he was enchanted with the way you bend forward whenever you clean and polish the furniture
♡ The payment, oh the most important part of the service. He will pay you, cash and all but there's a second payment. One more .... intimate per se.
♡ Once the kids are tucked into bed and he is ready to bid you goodnight, he feels heat rushing to his pants, the way you are bent over the kitchen island cleaning the surface being enough fuel to make him approach you from behind.
♡ His hands grab your waist, and he presses his hard cock over your butt, whispering that if you behave and let him take you, he will raise your pay.
♡ You dont even need the salary raise to let him fuck you over the kitchen island, the way he fucks you stupid being enough to have you drooling and choking your own moans to avoid waking his kids up
♡ It became a habit, his hips pounding into yours ruthlessly while his kids are peacefully asleep 4 meters away and paying your taxi back home and sticking a 100 dollar bill in your back pocket only to greet you good morning the next day and fuck you goodnight
♡ He owns Mammon a thank you, maybe he will call him later and let him have some fun
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scaramoon · 5 months ago
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crawling into his lap
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LUCIFER, MAMMON, LEVIATHAN — gn!reader
warnings/genre: fluff, no warnings
notes: my visibility has been really bad lately so reblogs are greatly appreciated <33
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━━ lucifer;
he’d been working for... you didn’t know how long it had been. all you knew was that it was late, and you were ready to sleep.
however, you also hadn’t been able to spend much time with your lover lately. lucifer was busy and that wasn’t a surprise — still, you missed him.
“luci?” you mumbled, stepping into the room.
he hummed in acknowledgement but didn’t lift his head. whatever he was working on seemed to be important, unfortunately.
you just let out a dramatic whine, dragging your feet over to his desk. ducking under his arm, you maneuvered your way onto to his lap. your chin hooked over his shoulder and your arms tucked between your chests, you shut your eyes to finally get some rest.
lucifer had been frozen throughout the whole ordeal. the scratch of his pen had stopped, the rest of his body going stiff.
“love, what do you think you’re doing?”
“sleeping.” you mumbled, eyes already growing heavy.
he hummed again, smiling. his hand moved to start writing again, while the other came to rest on the small of your back.
“sweet dreams then. i’ll finish soon, and we can go to bed after, hm?”
━━ mammon;
with exams coming up yet again mammon was stuck studying. while he hated to have bad grades anyway, he knew that lucifer would have his ass.
meaning that your usual nightly cuddle sessions with mammon had been interrupted. one night was miserable in itself, but it’d been going on for the past few nights and you were growing more and more clingy.
you didn’t say anything as you stepped into his room. the door creaked shut behind you, but the only other sound was that of your footsteps.
“hey, baby,” his voice was rough with exhaustion, but he was still wearing a lopsided smile and he was still staring at you with pure adoration in his eyes.
you didn’t say anything, just whined in response. when you grabbed his jacket sleeve, he lifted it and leaned back in his chair, though curious as to what you were doing. to say he was surprised when you flopped yourself on his lap was an understatement.
“y- hey! you can’t just- what are you doing?!”
he swears he feels his heart stop whenever you respond with a small whine and bury your face into the crook of his neck. you aren’t looking at him and a part of him is grateful for that — he can feel how hot his face has become
his arms come to wrap around you and he presses a kiss to your shoulder. he wants to stay like this forever. after all, he’s missed you.
(he misses you after time he’s not directly beside you, but he won’t admit that.)
“ya wanna go to sleep, munchkin? this can wait.”
━━ leviathan;
you didn’t know how long leviathan had been playing video games, but it had been a long time. in fact, you were sure he didn’t even know what time it was. not that you did either; you’d fallen asleep a while ago and had just woken up.
“levi?”
“hm?” he hummed, and that was all he replied with. his eyes never left the screen and his hands never left the controller.
“are you almost done?”
“yeah, yeah just- ugh.” he glared at the game, clearly bothered by how he’d just messed up. “i will soon, just give me a sec.”
you sighed rather dramatically. while you knew that levi would get flustered to no end, you felt clingy, and you wanted to cuddle your boyfriend. so, you decided to try the next best thing.
he didn’t pay you much mind when you grabbed at his arm and moved it aside, his body subconsciously allowing you to do whatever it was you were doing. it wasn’t until you sat down on his lap and threw your arms over his shoulders that he realized what was happening.
“wh- hey!” he almost threw you off of his lap in surprise, his face burning red. “you can’t just do that!”
you were close enough that you could hear whoever he was on call with speaking, ‘levi? are you okay?’
“ye-yeah. i’m fine. i gotta, uhm, i gotta go though, bye.” he didn’t wait for the person to say anything else, levi just ended the call and stared at you. he opened and closed his mouth in lieu of saying something.
you just smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. if you were trying to calm him down, you had exactly the opposite effect, but he immediately moved to bury his face into your neck.
“you can’t do that.”
“i can get up if you want.”
“no!”
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leviathans-watching · 3 months ago
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Brothers reaction to mc saying "I can hold the whole world in my hands" then and then proceeds to hold his cheeks into their hands.
the brothers' reactions to you calling them your whole world
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includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (they/them/theirs pronouns used)
wc: .6k | rated t | m.list
warnings: one wear word (satan), slightly suggestive tones (asmo)
a/n: this req is actually soo adorable!! the imigines are a little shorter than normal, but i hope they're still cute. thanks for requesting and my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come talk to me!!
reblog pls <333
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➳ lucifer scoffs. “seriously, mc, that’s untrue. it’d be a little ridiculous if i were your whole world, not to mention unhealthy.” his cheeks are warm under your hands and the tips of his ears are red. he doesn’t pull away, though, and you count that as a win, slowly scraping your thumbs across his skin. he rarely lets you do this- rarely succumbs to the craving for affection he so clearly has, but when he does, you take full advantage, milking it for as long as you possibly can.
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➳ mammon stares at you, wordless. you watch slowly as his cheeks flush under your hands, a little concerned. “can ya say that again?” he asks, almost whispering, and you repeat yourself, willing to say it as many times as he needs it. “i can hold the whole world in my hands. mammon, you’re my world.” after a few minutes, his bravado returns, allowing him to preen under your touch. “damn right you can,” he crows, brilliant smile peeking out from under his smirk. “because i’m your world, ya got that!”
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➳ levi squeaks, closing his eyes. “this is like that one anime i watched!” he says, more to himself, tail lashing back and forth. “oh my god, mc said i’m their whole world!” his eyes open in record speed, and he looks at you, eyes flickering from your face and the wall behind you, suddenly worried. “were you kidding? please tell me you weren’t.” soothing him, you promise you weren’t, making him all flustered again. he smiles at you, adoration clear in his gaze and you’re sure you look just as dopey staring back at him.
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➳ satan chuckles, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm. “that’s cute, mc. and what a coincidence, too.” flipping your positions, his hands are suddenly on your cheeks. “i can hold my whole world in my hands as well.” now you’re the one flustered, goddammit. he chuckles once more, sliding his hands off of his cheeks and down to your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. from there, he drops a kiss on the top of your head, leaving you to reboot as he saunters off.
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➳ asmo smiles, slow and intentionally, hands coming up to grip your wrists lightly, holding you there. “oh? can you?” he asks, sliding closer to you. “i’ll admit, i’ve been called a lot of things, but someone’s whole world? that’s a new one.” leaning in, you expect him to kiss you, but he bypasses your lips and goes right to your ear, breath fanning against it. “you already know what you mean to me,” he purrs, sending a shiver down your spine. “but i suppose it can’t hurt to remind you.”
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➳ beel furrows his brows, confused. “what? but i’m not a world. i’m just beelzebub. mc, are you okay? did you it your head? do you need to go to the doctor?” laughing, you squish his cheeks in your hands. “no, silly, it was like a metaphor. it means that you’re my world, not a world.” beel is quiet for a moment. “oh! i see what you mean now. well, in that case, i guess i can hold the whole world -no, all of them- in my hands too!” he cups your cheeks, smiling at you sweetly, and you can’t help but grin back.
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➳ belphie rolls his eyes, acting unaffected, but really, he wants to melt. you’re insinuating he’s your world! he knew he was important to you, but this important? you watch in amusement as he tries to push down the flattered and embarrassed feelings, and he definitely isn’t as successful as he thinks he is, as you can feel his cheeks heat up and see him swallowing his words down. it’s cute, and he’s cute, and when you tell him that, then he’s really unable to keep the blush off of his face.
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simpywhore · 29 days ago
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Obey me characters with a chaotic s/o
Lucifer - Fully turned into a protective mother of 7 kids. He’d be glancing at you every 2 seconds actually screw that, he’s be looking at you for every damn seconds.  “No y/n stop trying to untie Mammon from the ceiling.” “If you don’t stop running around and getting lost on your own, I won’t hesitate to put you on a leash.” + Multitasking sure is handy when he needs it. Working his ass off while taking care of his oh so chaotic s/o. (Pls he’s literally my proper parent figure)
Mammon - Yea he’s definitely your partner in crime, like duh. But poor Mammoney keeps worrying about you every time you suggest something wayyyyy too risky, just for your entertainment.  “Y/n I know you’re bored and all, but I don’t think trying to pick a fight with Lucifer is a good idea..” “NO WAIT DON’T TOUCH THAT! IT’S A CURSE-” Anddddd that’s how you turned into a baby right now, like literally.  “I told you not to touch- OWW STOP BITING MY ARM!”
Leviathan - Please just let him play his game in peace. All he wanted to do was play the new games he just recently got. And yet he has to take care you right now. You wanted to pick a fight with that cocky demon at school but he insisted you should just play with him. “Y/n sit down and play with me, and no you can’t go anywhere else.”  Sorry y/n but looks like you’re just gonna to bare with it for now.
Satan -  He’s been listing things that he wanted to do with you for awhile now but you weren’t all that interested in his ideas. You wanted to commit arson, real bad. “Books? no? How about cakes and tea? no? hmm, cast a new spell- wait no that’s a terrible idea. You might kill someone with that.” *sighs* “Okay I’m out of ideas, what do you wanna do instead?” (You: Commit Arson >:D) “No.”
Asmodeus - “Love please it’s past midnight, staying up late is not good for you nor your beauty.” After awhile of trying to convince you and failing awfully, he decided to rest on his own. Too bad, you’re there being all noisy and terribly filled with chaotic energy (like usual).  “Honey if you’re not going to sleep then at least allow me to get some beauty sleep.”  That’s how you ended up in Mammon’s room right now :>
Beelzubub - Doesn’t really mind you messing around while he works out. Enjoy your company but please be more careful y/n. You’re gonna seriously injure yourself. Catches you every time you trip while running around and slips on random objects in his room. “Y/n please stop running around like that, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” And if you don’t stop, he will let you sit on his back while he do his push ups just to make sure you stay put. And it’s also easier to grab you if you try to cause any chaos again.
Belphegor - He’s busy dozing off while you mess around in his room. If you’re being noisy or causing any trouble, then he would just straight up drags you into bed and cuddle against you. (And believe me when I say the brothers are so warm like damn it’s so cozy.) Would lightly kiss your face when you start to doze off. It may take quite a good amount of time before convincing you to just cuddle and sleep with him in peace tho lol. 
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officallytheduchess · 3 days ago
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Paradise Down [Lucifer/Reader][1/??]
summary: everything has felt off for you lately. following a very explosive, very public fight with lucifer, your punishment forces you to confront what you actually need for your life. you wondered what that meant for you and lucifer.
note: rating 18+ because of heavy language, sexual themes. no pronouns are used, everyone can read it!
note: this is the fruit of me wanting to write a fic of mc going apeshit on lucifer. totally taking suggestions for ideas for this story!
Odd.
It felt right to answer with that one word when you were put on the spot that morning during breakfast, seemingly ensnared by an untypical quietness that took you away from the frivolities around you. In fact, it had taken you a long time to acknowledge a question had even been posed to you at all, much less when the unruly commotion around you dissipated into hushed whispers and clinking dishware, then ultimately to absolutely nothing at all. Everyone anticipated an answer from you eventually, one you did not remedy until you were asked again with a far more jarring tone that made you spring up in your seat an inch or two.
Your reply was seemingly sufficient and inconsequential; the conversations resumed, the utensils and glassware tinkled and scrapped against one another while they ate. Meanwhile, your vibrant plate of indiscernible grub went untouched. As of late, you had thought food in the demon world to be unappetizing; not matter how exquisite Asmodeus and Beelzebub tried to make out ice-cream or an hors d’oeuvre to be, you found yourself just searching for something as plain as neapolitan or a cheese plate. Even then, it wasn’t often that the demons in the realm could replicate the authentic flavors, there was always something just a little off about them.
This unease trickled into everything else you could think of. The devildom had integrated so many facets from all of the realms, attempting to culture the residents and acclimate to the populations beginning to intermingle, but it just wasn’t the same. Designs were off, instruments weren’t tuned correctly, too much of the food slithered and writhed and was just outright inedible. The weather was too grim; there wasn’t enough sunshine, the houses were too jagged, the attitudes were far too brusque.
These were the things you noticed as you day continued, mood deteriorating until you had soured so much you took your lunch break in an empty classroom, snagging an apple from one of the tables on your way through to get away from the noise around you.
It was as you went to sink your teeth into the red apple that you heard the door hinges groan as it was shut. Lucifer was sure to bolt the door after him, phone stowed away in a pocket somewhere on his person as he approached you. A sense of dread weighed your shoulders down, eyes rolling upward as you turned in the windowsill to let your thighs and legs hang over the edge.
“It’s only you and I now. So, speak. You haven’t been yourself lately.” Lucifer stood in front of you, barring you from the only exit that wasn’t smashing out a fortified window and plunging six stories down to your death. “Everyone has noticed it, it’s uncomfortable to watch.”
“I really don’t know, Lucifer.” You took one more look at the apple, deciding that you no longer fancied the ones grown here either, and placed it aside. “I’m just tired, I guess. We all get in weird moods.”
“’A weird mood’ shouldn’t mean not eating or avoiding everyone,” he said, voice softening just enough that you didn’t pull away when his hands reached for yours. Although his fingers were covered by black leather, you could still feel traces of warmth seeping through. “Most of all, you’ve been avoiding me. I missed you last night, you weren’t there.”
What he meant was that you weren’t there warming his bed, or letting him do as he pleased with your body for a change. For once, you hadn’t awoke to rows of dark blotches and hot, red marks that you concealed with clothes and makeup. It was nice to stir in your own bed, able to freely guide your limbs around while you stretched and not immediately writhe when some part of you ached from him getting carried away the night before. In the past, you had enjoyed it a lot more than you wanted to acknowledge; the thrill, the ecstasy, the way he ravished every inch of you until you were brought to tears, body jerking away from his fingers stimulating you again and again.
The novelty of that had faded away; you didn’t want him to touch you like that now. You were reminded of this when his lips lingered on yours for a moment, quickly roaming to your neck while his fingers busied with unfastening the front of your shirt. Even if this behavior wasn’t extraordinary for him, you thought it rather brazen he was doing it at the academy, broad daylight, with only a bolted door separating you both from prying eyes.
His image mattered to him more than anything else, he wouldn’t risk sullying it in public (with you or anyone else), or dragging Diavolo’s name through the mud with him. So, at the sound of a gentle chime easing the brittle quiet from your quivering breaths and his wet kisses, you were awash with relief. He didn’t share the same sentiment, uttering harsh words in a single breath, clear frustration weighing on his face as he pulled out his phone to check accept the call.
“What is it?” There was no mistaking his annoyance here. He kept a hand on one of your arms as though to anchor you there, not allowing you move out of the window as he turned his face away to listen better. Several seconds later, you thought you had seen his expression morph to everything under the sun, soon settling on an anger that resonated through his body to his fingertips where they squeezed into your arm. “What?! Mammon, that-- did you catch him in the act? Where is he now? Keep him there.”
There was no more gentleness from Lucifer. He let your arm go with a scoff, turning away with a great flourish as he pocketed his device once again, barely offering you any parting words besides: “We’ll finish this later. Be prepared.”
What a pretentious ass.
Was that a threat? Was he saying that you had no choice in the matter?
You could only stare after him in disbelief, watching as he unlocked the door, prying it open with such ferocity that you swore you heard the hinges squeal when it struck the adjacent wall. Each stride he took away from the classroom sounded like claps of thunder as his heels struck the stone floor, echoing after him, leaving faint traces like a ghost until you were completely alone in silence.
It didn’t last long as you weren’t going to wait around like a loyal lapdog. You were quick to fix your uniform, perking the collar of your shirt a little higher to hide the marks he left on your neck. By the time you had managed to pull together your appearance, you were already being flanked by other students being lured in by the clamor ricocheting through the corridors. You couldn’t make heads or tails of where the wails of mercy were originating, only noting that the cries were unmistakably of Mammon’s doing, and you were essentially being herded in the right direction by the growing group of nosy students holding their phones at the ready to record new drama.
Soon, you were mingling among the crowd of demons eagerly chattering, all climbing over top of one another in attempts to get a view of the scene unfolding ahead. No one ventured close enough to be reprimanded by the rest of the student council standing nearby, it was bad enough that they were even there to begin with. For there to be as many students around as there were meant that there was a snitch somewhere; the word of the confrontation spread like a virus.
It wasn’t until you heard Lucifer’s voice rise above the cacophonous prattle of the student body that you surged forward, jostling everyone aside with your elbows and hands, earning some indignant looks along the way. “Move! Move! Move! Student council, move! Council, move out of the damn way! Now!”
Mammon was on his knees, palms raised in front of him in a fruitless effort to assuage the absolute malice radiating off of Lucifer as he descended the staircase towards him. It had been a while since you’d seen latter as enraged as he was now, his features tight and shoulders rigid. Undoubtedly, whatever mess Mammon had found himself in on this occasion was from his own volition, it usually was.
Unique wasn’t a word you’d use to describe this situation, because it wasn’t. It felt like a scenario on repeat. How many times had you witnessed this cycle between the two brothers? Mammon disturbed the status quo in some way, whereas Lucifer retaliated and duly dished out punishment as he saw fit. By tomorrow, you would act as wordless audience to a monologue from both them; one lamenting of cruelty and torture, whereas the other spoke of insolence and shamelessness. It was a dark comedy of which you were an unwilling participant.
What was it then that made this feel so different? The sight of Mammon with ashen skin, tears springing from the corners of his eyes was enough to ignite a flame through your entire body. It ran fierce and wild in you as the final few students were shoved out of your way. You could hear the crack of your heels hitting the solid floor, as well as Mammon’s yelp when you gripped the back of his jacket to throw him back onto his rear, behind you and out of Lucifer’s reach.
“Leave him alone, Lucifer.” You said, firmly, gaze unyielding even as he continued approaching. “I said to knock it off!”
It was a command, albeit one that was still weak-willed. You were quick to shield Mammon from sight, assuring that you were the only thing he could see when he was forced to stop on one of the stairs. It was really discernible by the minute twitches of his fingers that he was fighting against the pact; against your word. He was really the only of the demon brothers who ever tried.
Through nearly clenched teeth, he hissed, “This doesn’t concern you, stay out of it.”
You gave an incredulous scoff, tilting your head as you took a daring step onward. “Doesn’t concern me? It sure as hell does! It concerns everyone. Everyone is always walking on eggshells when you’re a piss poor mood like this, Lucifer!”
There was minuscule trace of hurt that flashed across his face, although it was immediately lost the moment he realized he could stride forward to you. Your emotions were fluctuating too much to keep control over him. “What did you just say? What’s gotten into you?”
Your eyes swept to his feet, noticing that he was only a few paces away, but forced them back to his face and mustered a mask of impassivity. “You-You heard me just fine. I’m saying your constant bad moods bring everyone else around you down. I’m telling to get over yourself.”
This evoked an enthused response from the student body surrounding you both, careful whispers exploded into fits of incautious chatter that the demon brothers were having difficulty containing, even with violent threats of harm. Overall, this must have been exciting for them; the small guy suddenly had a representative even lower than themselves. Right now, you were everything they wished they could be. You wouldn’t lie, that feeling was almost as intoxicating as it was actually telling Lucifer off.
“Enough!” Lucifer bellowed, commanding silence with that one word. Not one in the student body made motion to move. “Enough of this! You’re causing a scene, We’ll continue this--”
“No. No, we’re not continuing this anywhere! I’m going to make a fucking scene and you’re going to stand here and listen.” You widened your stance, rooting your feet to the ground while throwing your arms out. “I’m sick of how you treat everyone. I’m sick of how you treat me. I’m so fucking tired of your need to be in control of everything. All the damn time!”
You knew you were going overboard; that reasoning part of your mind wasn’t lost in all of this, yet you couldn’t will yourself to stop. For whatever reason, yelling at him, calling him out, digging a knife deeper into his side just felt good to you right now. You still couldn’t figure out what it was that had felt so amiss for you lately, but in this moment, cramming all of the venom back that Lucifer regularly dealt out was liberating.
“Does anyone else’s feelings actually matter to you?” Nothing could stop you. “Or-or-or does your ego need to be stroked that much? Huh?!”
Lucifer’s wings bristled to life, flaring high into the air and sprawling similarly to how a predator attempted to make themselves bigger. You flinched away at the sight. No remnants of hurt or joy were left in his eyes, now they reflected pure malignancy, giving the hues of crimson a simultaneously ethereal, terrifying glow. His fingers curled inward, nails biting through the thick fabric of his gloves into his flesh. You thought you could see the corners of his mouth trembling.
“How... how dare you talk to me like this.” Lucifer spat, vehemently. “You’re just a human; a lowly fucking pest. If these are your feelings, then leave.”
And just like that, the fight ended.
You weren’t able to hear the noise rupture around you, only engrossed with the sound of your heart throbbing like a drum in your ears as you released the breath you had been holding. Right now, it was the only thing reminding you that you were alive, that this was the reality you were existing in. You couldn’t take your eyes off Lucifer, nor how the cavernous lines in his brow softened from disgust to such shame that he could no longer look at you.
The high was gone, leaving you to the mercy of multiple pairs of hands landing on your body. It was the demon brothers yanking you away from the scene as the student body dispersed with Diavolo’s appearance, leaving Lucifer to bear the burden of his wrath alone.
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a/n: so, there was going to be more to this, but i think it ended decently enough. i would like to make this a multi-chapter project if anyone is interested in a continuation? there’s probably be about 6-7 parts total.
if you’d like to see it continue, here are some questions to help me out with shaping future chapters:
1) what would you personally like to see from a fic like this? is there anything you’ve wished the game would let mc confront lucifer about?
2) would you want there to be a possible side romance with another character? i.e. likely solomon or diavolo, but endgame is lucifer? or just simply lucifer/mc?
3) this story is mostly about mc needing to figure out their place in the world, and if that means it’s in the human world, or in the devildom with the guys. is there anything you’d like me to explore with this theme?
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devildomsgod · 2 months ago
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caring for Lucifer's wings
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gn!reader x Lucifer
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Dos:
spoil him a lot
Buy Lucifer some relaxing beauty products for his wings, make him his favorite tea, and put on one of the cursed orchestras he likes so much. The more effort you put into the grooming ritual, the more loved Lucifer will feel. You can see it in the small dimples on his cheeks, created by a subtle, lingering smile he wears upon seeing what you've prepared.
take your time
Don't rush while stroking the mighty wings of Lucifer. If you do, he'll notice immediately and ask you to leave. Lucifer prefers your care late at night, when the castle is quiet, lulled into the illusion of emptiness and the idea that it might be only you and him in the Devildom. The longer you take, the more relaxed he'll get. On rare occasions, he falls asleep at the end of your routine.
compliment him
Any demon needs their sin satisfied, and Lucifer is no exception. His pride recharges with every soft word spoken about his mighty black feathers, how tingly they make your palms feel, and how pleasant they are to admire. His wings tremble a little every time you comment how much you love them.
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Don'ts
acknowledge the scars of his ripped wings
Don't look at them, don't touch them, don't mention their existence. Lucifer can feel your eyes on them, your stare burning holes into his prideful front, and he'll push you away immediately. The demon won't admit it, not once, but he finds those burns sickening, any reminder of them like a stab to the stomach.
talk about his brothers
It's a time meant for you and him. Mentions of outsiders, the mere reminder that you share your existence with other people, especially ones he finds as rivals for your affection, will destroy his mood. The biting stench of jealousy and broken pride drives you out of his room, a learned lesson clinging to the hem of your shirt.
damage his feathers
Even by accident, this kind of mistake will not be tolerated a single bit. Lucifer's trust in you has been broken, and you'll need a lot of effort to repair it. Not just Lucifer's wings hurt, but his heart as well, having thought he could depend on you with this important task.
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usertala · 4 months ago
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Opposites Attract
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor
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𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛
Pride - Humility
You give him a headache sometimes, when have you not? MC, it’s okay to take credit for something you worked hard for. But no, you’re always saying, “That’s silly, Lucifer. We did it because everyone worked together!” or “We did it, Lucifer! I got a high score because we studied together.” No, you got a high score because you studied even without him.
Maybe you’re just not a prideful person? He doesn’t get you sometimes. Although, with his sin, you two don’t work together at all, especially when fighting.
You always try to diffuse and tell him to always see through your perspective meanwhile he doesn’t like it when you put it that way, why would he look at a mere human’s perspective? He is Lucifer Morningstar; he used to be a high-ranking angel that had unequaled beauty and was respected by everyone and now he is the right hand of the future king of devildom.
You end up working it out at the end of the day. Lucifer knows he’d be stupid if he let you go. The only one who had ever made him feel something he never thought he’d feel for someone that wasn’t his family.
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𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗
Greed - Liberality
He’s already head over heels for you (like he wasn’t before). You give him so many things, even your own things telling him can he sell it. He’s not complaining, but why are you such a giver? Don’t you have anything you’d want to keep to yourself?
He’d ask this question to you, cheeks reddening when you said, “I don’t really have any emotional attachment to these kinds of things. Actually, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt greedy off.”
“O-oi, what the hell, human?! Ya can’t just go spittin’ something like that!” he likes it, he ain’t fooling anyone. You still give him gifts but instead of giving him something to sell, you give him little trinkets that remind you of him.
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𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗
Envy - Kindness
He hates you. You remind him of who he was before, it’s not as if he regrets following Lucifer but seeing an embodiment of his past self leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
A few days after the TSL quiz, he avoids you like crazy. Not even Lucifer could drag him out of his room, so of course he sends you to get him.
“Levi? Dinner’s ready. Come downstairs.” You slowly slid inside his room, surprised to see him talking to henry instead of gaming like usual.
Immediately turning around, “Y-you-- wha- ah!” tripping by the wires around his computer, falling face flat against the floor.
“Oh my God! I-i mean, um are you okay?” frantically nodding he jogs your hands away, “Levi? Did I do something wrong? Why are you being so distant?”
“Of course I would! I’m the avatar of envy while you’re the textbook definition of kindness! How- just how can I ever be good enough for you when I clearly know you deserve someone better?!” he doesn’t even notice the tears streaming down his cheeks, not until you raised your hands to wipe them away.
“You are someone better, Levi. You are someone who I know will love me no matter what happens, someone who’ll never judge me, someone who’ll always be with me... I love you, Levi.” He hadn’t cried like this since his fall. To be fully accepted for what he truly is, a peaceful feeling.
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𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗
Wrath - Patience
You’ve actually been a great help to him. Before all he did was read books, look for cats, and torment Lucifer. And he would still get angry in the same way he always has, asking you about this in an attempt to at least be better at handling his anger.
You sit him down and tell him what exactly the problem was, “It’s because you do nothing to take care of your anger, you don’t get mad when a huge inconvenience happens but the moment a small issue or argument happens you blow up.” You sigh, hoping you don’t argue with him.
But Satan just smiles and tells you to keep going. “Satan, you’re suppressing your anger that’s why the smallest inconvenience makes you tip off. What you need to do is release your anger healthily, where you can actually be angry facing no consequences.”
When Satan’s angry, it’s very clear that he becomes violent, suggesting he should do sports like Beel or go to a rage room was what you suggested. You also told him to tone down the pranks with Lucifer, mans busy enough as it is.
The rage room seems to be something he’s comfortable in, cleaning up when he gets his anger out. Satan tells you about all his worries, worrying he’ll hurt you because of his outbursts, thanking you for your patience in helping him.
Of course, the rage room, books, and cats aren’t always helpful. The two of you still fight. It always ends with one of you leaving the room. Although, he is getting better at patching things up, swallowing his pride and apologizing for things he didn’t mean. He knows you will wait for him to get better, but doesn’t want to take advantage of it.
A lot of those things wouldn’t happen if you hadn’t stayed with him and helped him.
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trueshellz · 24 days ago
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On Guard
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Warnings: demon form!Lucifer, angry!Lucifer, Cerberus mentioned, angst, protective doggy, arguing, shouting, gender neutral reader.
Summary: Cerberus doesn't approve of you arguing...
Set in the same AU as 'Puppy Power' and 'Makeover'
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"You just had to get involved didn't you? I swear your goal in life is to get into trouble."
You shook your head as you walked off, huffing in annoyance as Lucifer followed you downstairs where you were going to feed Cerberus. The dog was quite taken with you and the other brothers were infinitely happy that they didn't need to interact with him and risk getting eaten on a daily basis. Lucifer on the other hand was annoyed that the dog was more taken to you now instead of him.
"It was just a little bit of fun! Even Diavolo laughed."
"That is completely besides the point."
You turned around, eyes flashing in anger this time as you faced him, fingers pointing in his face as you raised your voice a little.
"So? What's wrong? You worried that your precious reputation will be tarnished by a little ol' human?"
You were met with silence, rolling your eyes and laughing sarcastically as you mock bowed in a curtsy.
"Well, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, oh great Lucifer."
That did it for him.
His hand reaching our to grab you, a flurry of black wings and a growl as he spun you around to face him. You saw the red of his eyes flash before you heard a louder growl, a large brown head getting between you both as Cerberus shoved you behind him and growled at Lucifer. Your face must have given something away, you watched as Lucifer's true form disappear leaving him in his casual wear, hands up placating a growly puppy as Cerberus stepped between you again.
"Love, I would appreciate if you stopped him from devouring me."
"Cerberus! Here, boy."
Tapping the ground next to you, hand hitting the stone floor as it thundered and shook, the large puppy changing his demeanor completely as he bundled over and lay flat on the floor. His tail wagging and ears floppy, not pointed and on guard as they were a minute ago, tongue lolling out his mouth as he took the food you gave him.
"I'm sorry."
The same red eyes meeting yours, his hand moving your head back as you watched him bend down and plant a kiss on your forehead, Cerberus letting out a low growl until you rubbed his head. Leaning back against Lucifer, you threw some treats at the oversized pup before turning to look at him.
"I'm sorry too. It wasn't supposed to get out of hand."
A wry grin on his face, his thumb rubbing small circles on your neck as he tucked you under his cloak. "Have you met my brothers?"
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pixiemon · 7 days ago
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heya i really like your blog may i request headcanons for first date with lucifer and mamon (separate)? like where would they take their partner, how would they ask them out stuff like that. thank you.
𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 ☽ 𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖾
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𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄 . . . what your first date with them is like.
𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 . . . lucifer & mammon.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 . . . gn!reader + fluff.
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# 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥
confidence & nervousness is not an issue for lucifer, so asking you out on a date comes pretty natural to him.
he takes pride (no pun intended) in his conversational abilities, it’s almost like he doesn’t have time to beat around the bush when he asks you out.
he pre-plans the date before he actually asks you to go out with him (and he’s obviously not a religious demon, but lord does he pray to diavolo that you accept his offer).
when you say yes to him, his heart flutters, but he keeps his composure until he returns to his room.
when you meet him at the location of the date, he hands you the most exquisite bouquet of the devildom equivalent to roses, the scent was as intoxicating as he was.
he would take you out to a classy restaurant, nothing less than perfection, as expected from lucifer.
he wouldn’t be afraid to splurge on you, telling you that he doesn’t mind what dishes or expensive liquor you chose.
in fact, he’d probably buy anything on the menu that piques your interest, it’s just in his nature to cater to your needs.
he showers you with compliments, with no underlying intentions, he’s honestly expressing the way he feels about you.
ever the gentleman, he would walk you back to your room after the two of you had concluded your date, hand in hand.
he doesn’t expect a kiss from you, yet he was hoping for one all night, flushing red once you pull away & thank him for taking you out on such a lovely date.
# 𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡
it takes mammon ages to muster the confidence to ask you out on a date, not just a hangout, a proper date.
he’s so anxious; butterflies in his stomach, sweaty palms, overthinking every possible outcome.
he’s usually so self-assured, so he doesn’t know why he’s reduced to putty around you & he hates that he gets so red-faced when you say his name.
when he finally does ask you out on a date, he’s a nervous wreck, stumbling over his words & whatnot.
you save him the embarrassment of continuing to try & articulate a coherent sentence, & accept his offer with that signature smile of yours.
his face flushes red & he pumps his fist in the air to celebrate, but quickly tries to compose himself & act natural.
he would take you out to somewhere fun, like a local devildom festival, with heaps of games, loud music & amazing food.
despite being a little cheapskate for the majority of the time, he’ll save up all of his money (& pinch some from lucifer) so he can buy you anything you ask for.
he wants to show you how good of a boyfriend he would be, winning you prizes at those little festival games & feeding you food like those cute social media couples do.
he’d be the type of demon to hoist you up onto his shoulders so you’d be able to watch the music performances better, holding you tightly so you don’t fall off.
he nearly goes into cardiac arrest when you kiss him to thank him for showing you such an incredible time.
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