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dontlooktoohard · an hour ago
Brothers React to an Aro/Ace MC
I’m very shy but I wanted to contribute 🌼 GN!Reader. You love them, but as family. Lucifer
-This changes very little for him, but he’s supportive of you who you are. -If anything this is a great relief. He doesn’t like competing with his brothers, and knowing that it’s not a ‘king of the hill’ type of game anymore is a weight off his shoulders. -Probably becomes slightly more affectionate in that older brother way. -Still mostly acts the same around you because he figures you’ve already been treating him the way you’re comfortable with. Happy to change anything that you ask, though. -Asks if you want to be referred to as a sibling. He’s considered you family for a long time, but wasn’t sure where to place you. Letting you choose how you want to handle this is another weight off his shoulders. -Not that he wasn’t before, but is very protective of you and won’t stand for slander.
-BIG. BROTHER. MODE. ACTIVATE -Also very quick to back track and apologize if he ever made you uncomfortable. -Please hug this boy he doesn’t know what to do with this information. -Will do his best to sit down and have a conversation on what you are/aren’t okay with. He has trouble changing the way he thinks about things sometimes, but you’re so important to him that he needs to nail it down early. -Will tease you a bit more now, but one shot of The Look and he’s done. -You can still puppy-eye your way into getting him to do damn near anything. -He’s still your First Man but now this means Your Favorite Big Brother, which he tries very hard to rub in Lucifer’s face sometimes. Usually to little avail. -Most likely to just buy pride flags (including anything besides Aro/Ace that he knows you identify as) and just quietly pin them to your coat or bag. He’s bad at gifting things directly but you’re always on his mind.
-He’s already aro/ace and you can’t change my mind. -This changes nothing for him. He still wants to do matching cosplays to next month’s con, and if anything he just checks to make sure that this doesn’t mean he has to change the raid night. -If you’re looking for support, however, he’s there- if not a little awkward. He’ll absolutely listen to whatever worries you have, and find all the games he can that don’t focus on romantic love or sex. If you’re okay with fictional romance then he’s still going to tell you all about the latest dating game he played. -Doesn’t really offer but if you ask to be referred to as a sibling he’s down for that. You’re his Henry- so whatever makes you happy.
-Sorry did you NOT want 400 papers on the history of asexuals and aromantics? Or of historically significant aro/aces? Too bad, he put them on your bed already. -Might have some questions for you but is most likely to do his own research so most of his questions are about how you want to handle this. -If you’re at all worried about ‘not fitting in’ if you want to be referred to as a sibling, oh boy does he know how that feels. -Also the most willing to throw down for you. Mammon barks, Satan bites. -You might have to ask him to Stop Going Off About Historical Asexual People At Random Times unless that’s your thing, but let’s not lie it’s a bit charming to know he looked into this.
-Although he is a very sexual person, if he thinks there is even the HINT of you being worried about telling him about this, he doesn’t even make a joke. Yes, ASMO is being serious right now, please appreciate him. -He’s the most thorough in his questioning of what you are and aren’t comfortable with. He already teases his brothers and he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable if he does the same. -Second most willing to throw down. If anyone tries to crack a joke about an aroace hanging out with the Avatar of Lust there is going to be some sharp words and potentially blood. Satan will back him up. -Figured out how to do some fun pride-themed nails and makeup. -You’re still down for those mud masks at the spa though, right? Those appointments were so hard to get.
-Highkey wants to know if that means you’re a sibling now. Super excited if you want to be. -He’s very emotionally intelligent so he probably noticed that you weren’t ‘chasing’ after any of his brothers before now, so this is likely not surprising to him, he’s just proud you told him directly. -”You’ll tell me if you’re ever uncomfortable, right?” That’s about as much ‘questioning’ of you he’ll do, but he’s never been a particularly invasive sort. -Not as willing to fight as Asmo or Satan, but if anyone starts saying anything he makes his presence known. He’s Big and he’s Strong and he Knows That, so he’s willing to be your wall if anything comes up.
-He highkey wants to know if that means you’re a sibling now, too, but he asks all his other questions first before he gets around to it. Second most thorough questioning after Asmo. He’s also a very clingy person so he wants clear lines of what you are or aren’t comfortable with. -Gets pride blankets and pillows. They’re not for you, they’re for him, to remind him of you when you’re away. -Ok if you WANT pride blankets and pillows... he’s willing to share. -He won’t fight for you, but oh. He heard it, and whoever said it will pay. -Unless you tell him it makes you uncomfortable- you are still not getting out of Being A Pillow duty.
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stanmammon · 19 hours ago
If you can maybe headcanons with belphie, luci, and levi with a large teddy bear s/o? like their s/o is taller than them and gives warm hugs on a daily
(so the S/O is like Beel? bc that’s what I imagine it... soft teddy bear s/o)
Belphie is sort of used to this sort of thing from Beel, he’s not normally affectionate like this but he’s used to surprise attack hugs from someone much larger than him. He doesn’t really mind because being in your arms is warm and soothing, he loves the feeling of you wrapping them tightly around him and he wants nothing more than to stay there forever. He’ll bury his face in your chest and will absolutely fall asleep standing on his feet, so you better be ready to catch him when he does. 
Leviathan always considered it your normal greeting but he feels quite special when he discovered that you he was the only one you’d tackle like that. He can’t help but respond to your affection by shyly burying his head in your chest, telling you to get used to it as he wasn’t the type to accept such overbearing greetings (even though he’s yet to pull away from one of your hugs). 
Lucifer always seemed startled from your sudden hugs, patting your arm and telling you to loosen your grip with a pouty look on his face. If you’re really in the mood for a hug you simply have to give him a teary-eyed look at his ‘rejection’, listening to his sigh as he tells you to come here and holds you in his loving embrace. He doesn’t necessarily mind the hugs but your affection can leave him a little dazed when he’s caught off guard so he prefers a warning. 
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devildomsexting · 22 hours ago
levi and 🐠 please? thank you i love your work <3
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Thank you sweetheart🧡🧡 also based this off of my experience today where I was followed around by turtles at a pond and @adventures-in-a-heartbeat made me realize it was probably Levi checking up on me 😏
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leviathans-watching · a day ago
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revealing the truth that was buried inside
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a/n: sorry this took so long a) the words kept just coming and b) there's been some family stuff. thank you to all who've liked, replied, reblogged, and requested for a part two!! this one pretty much ties up this universe and has a happy ending! (title from reflections by misterwives)
this is part 2 to angry at all of the things i can't change, a request from @dexpairs-blog asking "Hi! If that's ok could i request MC not hiding their preference for Mammon (in general, not just romantic), and when they're asked why they say that they relate to him since at home they're treated the sale say his brothers treat him and want to make him feel loved."
wc: 3k | rated t | cross posted on ao3
mammon &/x gn!reader, mammon & his brothers, simeon & gn!reader
warnings: shown + referenced unhealthy family dynamics/relationships, cursing, fighting, mc had a bad home situation (not specific), mild violence (injuries and blood)
tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mild angst, character exploration, happy ending, making up, protective reader
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Making sure you have the list of things Mammon wanted you to grab, you hesitate outside of the House of lamentation’s gate. Exhaling and straightening your shoulders, you shove it open, walking up to the front doors.
Quietly opening the door, you slip inside, ready to be gone as soon as possible. You were just there to grab stuff to bring back to Diavolo’s castle, nothing more, nothing less.
Maybe you could even slip by unnoticed?
Of course, luck wasn’t on your side.
Turning a corner, you crash right into Beel, who’s eyes widen. Quickly, you made the ‘shh’ motion, putting a finger over your lip.
“MC?” he asks in a whisper, looking like he couldn’t believe you were there. “What are you doing here? Are you coming back?”
Shaking your head, you sigh. While you weren't furious with Beel like you were with some of the other brothers. you couldn't deny the disappointment that rose inside of you when you saw him. While he really wasn’t one of the instigators, was sitting back and doing nothing really any better?
“No, I’m just grabbing some stuff from Mammon and I’s rooms.” Continuing down the hall towards your room, you feel his footsteps steadily behind you.
“I see.” He’s quiet for a moment. “I’m gonna be honest, I’m kind of at a loss here.”
Tone sharp, you respond “Kind of at a loss of what to do or of what you did wrong?”
“What to do now!” Hastily clarifying, Beel waves his hands. “I know what I did wrong. I’ve known for a while. I just… didn’t know how to stop or stop it.”
Looking back at him, you see the genuine guilt in his eyes. But then again, it’s not you he should be directing his guilt towards. “I don’t really care, Beel. I’m not the one you should be telling this to.”
Entering your room, you start getting your things together, quickly throwing some changes of clothes into a bag. Beel hesitates in the doorway.
“I know that,” he finally says. “And I’m not good with words, but I did my best to get this down, so please, considering giving this to Mammon.”
He’s holding out a folded piece of paper. A letter, probably. You take it, gently sliding it into your pocket.
“Don’t expect everything to be okay immediately,” you warn.
“I know.” Beel’s voice is surprisingly strong. “But I’m willing to give him as much time as it takes.”
Handing Mammon the letter from Beel, you flop down on one of the numerous plush couches in the room you’re in.
“What’s this?” he asks, sitting down beside you.
“It’s from Beel,” you say, watching him carefully. He stiffens slightly, but opens it anyway, carefully unfolding the paper.
His eyes scan the page slowly, and vaguely you wonder what Beel had penned down. He finishes reading and clutches the letter in his lap, eyes misty. You watch quietly, not passing any judgment.
“You okay?” you eventually ask, and Mammon nods.
“It’s his, uh, apology. Surprisingly articulate, if I do say so myself.” Mammon turns the letter over in his hands. “I actually feel a bit better, reading it. He really owned up to his role in all of this.”
“Well, that’s good,” you venture. It’s been a couple of weeks since you had gotten in touch with Diavolo, who, as promised, dealt with the situation quickly and openly, not allowing them any excuses. Since then, a few of them have tried to reach out, sending gifts or leaving voicemails, though this was the first fully formed, fleshed-out apology either of you had seen.
Asmo was trying, in his own way, sending gifts almost daily, a myriad of things he had picked out, obviously with Mammon in mind. Levi had reached out a few times as well, leaving a few texts here and there, but all of them were sent late at night when he wasn’t likely to get a reply.
None of them had tried to see you or Mammon in person.
Belphie, Satan, and Lucifer had yet to reach out, though you thought Lucifer’s lack of a response probably hurt the worst. Try as he might, Mammon was painfully see-through.
Switching the topic, you challenge Mammon to a game, grabbing the controllers from where they sit.
“So Belphegor still hasn’t said anything?” Simeon asks, growing at you from over the floral patterned tea set. “That’s unlike him.”
“Yeah,” you say wryly, remember how willing he was to face things head-on. “I hope he does something soon.”
“If I were to warrant a guess, I’d say he’s ashamed. Think about it, this is his second big mess-up since you arrived down here,” Simeon delicately says, making you snort.
“He should be ashamed. Mammon’s got a big heart, which is probably the only thing that kept him from being fucked up. Belphie’s got an attitude and needs to learn a few things about the real world, namely that he’s going to have to face repercussions for being a little bitch.”
Simeon nods sagely. “I agree. Beel’s protected him a little bit too much.”
“Yeah,” you say. “Anyway, how are you and Luke? I feel like I haven’t been able to catch up with you guys lately?”
“We’ve been well. Solomon, not so much. Asmo’s been dragging him out every day in his search to get Mammon the perfect thing. He comes back every night exhausted.” Simeon’s lips quirk up slightly. “Though that does mean he’s causing a lot less trouble.”
Chuckling, you can't help but picture Solomon walking through the door, bone tired. “That sounds like him. The less time he has on his hands, the better.”
Continuing your conversation, you don’t see the flash of yellow-blonde hair stop briefly by the window before moving on.
“Like, am I just s’posed to forgive them?” Mammon asks one night, lying next to you in bed. “I’m not angry, really, but it feels wrong to just let them all back in my life like nothin’ happened.”
“I think that’s really something only you can decide,” you tell him, rolling over to see his face. “Though I have to admit, watching them sweat for once in their life is kind of nice.”
Mammon smiled softly. “Yeah. All the gifts are kinda nice, I’m not gonna lie. But,” he paused. “I miss them. And I want it to go back to normal but I don’t know how to do that.”
“Maybe start small,” you advise. “Go out with Beel for lunch. Game with Levi. Something that’s comfortable for both of you but also lets you start reconnecting. Of course, don’t feel pressured to do this just because you think you should, or because I told you to. Make sure you’re okay with this in your heart.”
Mammon nods. “That sounds nice. I think I’ll try that.”
Neither of you mention Lucifer.
“So, how’s everything been?” Diavolo asks, settling down in a chair across the table.
“Well, Mammon’s hanging out with Satan at the moment. I think they’re going gambling, so that outta be nice,” you reply, looking up from lunch.
Diavolo smiles. “I’m sure that’s all well and good, but I’m asking about you. How have you been? Having to suddenly cut the brothers like that can’t have been easy; you were all fairly close, even considering the… circumstances.”
You sigh. “Well, it hasn’t been great, but it’s worth it. Sometimes distance is needed. And anyway, I’ve been hanging out with a few of them lately, as they work to make it up to Mammon.”
“I just want to make sure you know you’re allowed to take as much time as you need as well. And that you’re not defined by Mammon’s relationships with the others even as much as it may feel like that, since you’re so staunchly on Mammon’s side.”
“I know that. I’ve been texting with Levi, Asmo, and Beel quite a bit, and we’re tentatively trying to hang out as a group soon. It’s nice, I’ll admit, to be able to hang out with them again, but it’s still a little weird as we’re all on our best behavior.”
“I’d sure hope so,” Diavolo says with a little hum. “Heard anything from Belphegor or Lucifer yet?”
Winching, you shake your head. “No. I’d imagine it’s going to take some other catalyst for Lucifer to reach out, and for Belphie, I have no idea.”
“Lucifer’s pride is quite strong, though his demonic nature doesn't excuse his behavior, so I know he struggles to admit he’s wrong. He’ll come around. He cares, deeply, but isn’t good at expressing or even remembering that.” Looking down at the table with a small frown, Diavolo continues. “I’ve talked to him some and I can tell he’s struggling. I can only hope he makes the right decision before it’s too late.”
So many responsibilities and expectations, all put onto Lucifer, most of them coming from himself. He, like Mammon, was forced to grow up too fast, something that undoubtedly stunted some of his emotional growth.
You couldn't really find it in your heart to be that sympathetic, though. Not remembering Mammon’s unshed tears, his clenched fists.
“What’s that?” you ask, gravitating to the mouth of an alley. You could faintly hear the sounds of scuffling, as well as some pained groans. “Someone could be in trouble!”
“Not my problem,” Mammon shrugs, hands in his pockets. You fixed him with a glare. Rolling his eyes, Mammon changes his tune. “Fine, fine, I’ll check it out. Stay behind me so you don't get hurt.”
Following Mammon into the alley, you head towards the noise, wondering what you’d find.
Wou weren’t ready for the sight of Belphie getting the shit kicked out of him by a pack of older demons. Mammon’s in motion in an instant, hardly seeming to think about what he was doing.
“Hey! What the hell are ya doin’?” Mammon shouts, grabbing all of their attention. “Get off of him!”
“Dude, that’s Mammon!” One of them hisses, stepping back.
“So?” The leader challenges. “He’s weak. Not fit to bear the title of ‘Avatar of Greed.’”
You watch Mammon’s lip curl, but before he can say anything, Belphie manages to speak. “That’s not true! He’s technically the third most powerful demon down here, do you really want to fuck with him?”
The leader whips his head towards Belphie. “Shut up or I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” Mammon asks, voice dangerously low. “Touch him and die.”
A few of the others back off, quickly moving away as Mammon advances. The leader starts to move, but before he can go anywhere, Mammon is on top of him, eyes glowing gold.
You let him bat the crap out of the demon for a while. The others have all ran away, disappearing quickly. Cowards, the lot of them.
Once it looks like Mammon might accidentally kill the guy, you grab his attention, gently pulling him away from the guy, who tries to crawl away, dragging himself across the ground.
“You better run!” Mammon spits. “If I see you again it’ll be the last time anyone sees you! And that’s a promise! You go after my brother, you go against me!”
The guy manages to get out of the alley, stumbling his way down the street. It’s quiet save for the sound of Mammon’s ragged breaths.
“Why?” Belphie asks, voice breaking. “Why’d you help me after all I did?”
Mammon scrubs a hand over his face. “What, you thought I’d just walk away and let them do whatever to ya?”
“I deserve it.” Belphie looks down, wiping a bit of blood off of his cheek. You realize he’s crying, tears sliding down his face.
“The hell are ya talking about?”
Belphie shakes his head, more tears welling up.
Sighing, Mammon helps his little brother up. “Seriously? You think a few harsh words mean you should get physically assaulted? That’s dramatic, even for you.”
Belphie clutches Mammon’s jacket. “You always let me get away with stuff too easily! It wasn’t just a few harsh words, I was bullying you! And you know it, so don’t try to minimize the situation!”
Mammon says nothing, just soothing Belphie, letting him stain his jacket with tears. You stay back, silent.
“I’m sorry.” Belphie finally pulls back, voice thick. “I’m sorry for everything. Every rude comment, every mean joke. I’m sorry I haven’t apologized before this. I should have, I know, but I couldn't;t find a way to do it. I didn’t know how to approach you. I couldn't stand the thought of you not forgiving me.”
“Oh, Belphie,” Mammon’s voice is soft. “Of course I’d forgive you. How could I not?”
“I was worried,” Belphie admits. “I’ve already screwed up in big ways, bigger than anyone else, and I was worried I’d fucked everything up for good this time.”
“We’re family, Belphie,” Mammon insists, and you look away. “I’m always gonna be there to save yer ass when you get in trouble. I’m always gonna protect ya. You are my littlest brother, you know.”
Belphie nods slowly, still holding onto Mammon.
“Now c’mon,” Mammon says. “Let’s get ya cleaned up.”
“I’m glad you and Belphegor made up,” you say, and Mammon looks over, perhaps sensing something in your voice. “You’re amazing- the way you jumped in to help, no hesitation.”
“I was just doin’ what anyone would,” Mammon tries, and when you don’t respond, his brow furrows. Crouching down so he can look into your eyes, Mammon scans your face. “Is everythin’ all right?”
“I guess I’m just thinking about my family a little bit,” you admit, and Mammon sinks all the way down, making himself comfortable. He motions for you to continue, so you do, thoughts making themselves known. “Like, what if I were still in the human realm? Would we have made up? Or would things be the same?”
Taking your hand, Mammon works to find the words to say. “Well,” he falters. “I don’t really think there’s a way to know for sure. And I know we can’t hope to replace yer real family, but I’d like to think us down here, even the angels, we’re your family too.”
“I mean, of course you are,” you say. “But sometimes I just wonder…”
“I know.” Mammon’s gaze is far away, and your reminded he lived a whole life in the celestial realm before he came down here. He’s experienced things you can’t even begin to imagine. “And as long as you don’t obsess, it’s not a bad thing. Ya just have to remember you deserve more than them.”
“I know,” you promise, squeezing his hand. “I know.”
A knock sounds on the door, starting you both.
“Pardon the intrusion,” Barbatos says, gently opening the door. “But Mammon, you’ve got a caller.”
“Is it Belphie?” Mammon asks. Barbatos shakes his head.
“Nope, Lucifer.”
Mammon freezes, and you detach yourself from him kindly, squeezing his shoulder. “Go talk to him, if you feel ready. I’ll wait here, to give you privacy.”
After a moment, Mammon nods, rising, following Barbatos out the door and out of your sight.
“Lucifer,” Mammon greets, seeing him in the doorway. A tidal wave of hurt, or fear, or something rises in him instinctually, but he pushes it back, taking a few steps forward.
“Mammon,” Lucifer breathes. It’s apparent, even at a glance, that he has not been doing well. There are worse bags than normal under his eyes and his shoulders are so tense it looks like he’s trying to turn himself inside out. “I’m sorry.”
Even though he expected it, it’s still a shock to hear Lucifer apologize.
Drawing up some of his indignation, his anger, Mammon responds “Is that all? Have you come here to cross this off of your to-do list?” It’s harsh, but hey, Mammon figures Lucifer deserves it.
“No, please,” Lucifer lurches forward, reaching out before seeming to catch himself. “Please, listen to me. I know I don’t deserve to stand here before you, not after all I’ve done, but please, at least let me apologize fully.”
Crossing his arms, the action grounding him, Mammon raises an eyebrow.
“My actions over the past centuries have been inexcusable. When we fell I had to make so many sacrifices, not to say that the rest of you didn’t, and I suppose you seemed like the best outlet for all of my anger at the time. I truly believe I had good intentions in the beginning but over time, it all twisted, warping into constant criticism and cruelty. You’ve been nothing but a great brother even when none of us deserve it, as shown by today’s events, and we have taken your kindness and all that is still good in your heart and exploited it, using it as a weakness.” Lucifer pauses, breathing heavily. “It was unforgivable of me to constantly hold your sin against you when none of the others ever received the same treatment for indulging in theirs, including me. I can only hope that you can find it within yourself to if not forgive me, then at least accept my apology. If you can’t I’ll remove myself from the premises and not bother you again.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Mammon interrupts, holding up his hands. “Who said anything about a permanent cut-off? I don’t want that!” Overwhelmed, Mammon braves a glance over at Lucifer, who’s standing there, so defeated.
“Thank you,” Lucifer says, relief crystal clear in his tone. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Anything. I’m sorry that I made you feel like it would ever be otherwise. You’re my blood and I love you more than you could know.”
You sit down, pulling out a chair between Mammon and Diavolo. Levi’s across from you, and on his sides sit Lucifer and Solomon. It’s the first, well, family gathering you’ve had since you first went to Diavolo, and you can’t lie, it’s fairly awkward.
“Here,” Solomon says, passing around a dish. “It’s a new recipe of mine. You’ve got to try it!”
You all look at each other, then laugh, the tension easing slightly. Mammon’s hand finds your under the table, and as he talks with Beel, Asmo, Belphie, and Satan, you look over at Lucifer, who’s watching his family so tenderly, so openly, you can’t help but know in your heart things’ll be better.
They already are.
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belphe-whore · a day ago
Random Headcannon:
so like you know how there are character cards obviously right? Whole game around the cards.
Levi and MC making these cards with charms or whatever to summon them and use certain abilities.
Helps MC use their magic but is also hilarious because of course Levi would support making Yugioh obey me boy cards. Or Pokémon lol pocket demons.
This probably makes no sense but I’m having a hahaha.
Imagine “Lucifer use hyper beam”
*pinches his nose bridge*
Anyways don’t disappoint Diavolo.
-Vex 🦃
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devildomsexting · a day ago
Leviathan x GN!Mc
When it comes down to it, what’s more important to Levi? His games or you?
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Saw your requests were open! If you're ok with nsfw could you do hc for mcs first time with the brothers? Thank you!
tried to keep it as gn!reader as possible. also if anyone wants to argue about ‘hime-sama’ I know at least 3 dudes that want to be called princess. will not argue on the gn validity of people being called princess.
Obey me Brothers + First time with MC (Headcanon)
Proud to be chosen as your first.
When you tell him he would be a little surprised by your announcement, but obviously what other choice was there.
He would want to make your first time very special
He would take you out to a romantic dinner at Ristorante Six
Have flowers and champagne waiting for you in his room when you return
You are his beloved [Y/N]. More precious to him than any treasure he could think of
He would lay you down on the bed and slowly undress you
Savoring every moment and new patch of skin
He would try to be gentle, but would get a little rough with his thrusts at the end when he’s about to cum
Would apologize if he hurt you in anyway after
When you’re done, he would pour the two final glasses of champagne for you to enjoy in bed in front of a roaring fire
You would sleep in his room for the night, and he would proactively begin plans to have all your stuff moved into his room by the end of the week
You’re not getting away from him ever now
Acts super cocky and proud
“Of course you would come to your First Man.”
In reality, he’s terrified
He’s obviously had sex before. But taking someone’s virginity is a big deal
Plus it’
He doesn’t want to screw this up like he does everything else
Would bring you back to his room and lay you down on his bed
He’s nearly about to cum just seeing you there. Waiting for him.
Would take his time with you
Afraid this might be the only time he gets to be with you. What if you never want to see him again after this and abandon him??
Asks if you’re alright a lot with every new thing he tries
Wants you to be on top so he can see you. And makes sure you cum at least once before he does.
Would want to hold you through the night. Plays it off like ‘silly humans are sentimental like that’ kind of thing.
So we’re talking about after he faints right? Cause clearly he faints.
Shocked, to say the least, that you’ve picked a crummy otaku to be your first
You could do so much better!
The only reason he would do it is that he can’t stand the idea of you being with someone else
He’s the Avatar of Envy for a reason. And jealousy and pettiness drives results
More nervous about it probably than you are
His primary sexual experience has been in VR or 2D
Not that he hasn’t done it before.....
Clumsy, but tries really hard
You’re his beautiful, wonderful Hime-sama. He wants to cherish you as much as he does his figurines
Treats you just as delicately too
Over very quickly, which he’s embarrassed about, but promises to be better in the future
Then nearly dies of embarrassment again because he’s just committed himself to doing it again with you.
Flattered, of course. And a little flustered.
He’s surprised you just....asked him like that
Would need some time to plan something to make your first time special
Reading up on best ways to do it for a first timer. Getting all the other books out of his bed. Finding a sonnet or two.
You’re his wonderful [Y/N]. The light of his world. You deserve to know that he wants you for more than just your body.
He’d be very careful with stripping you down. Folding your clothes along the way
He is nervous though
This isn’t his first time. But when he’s not in total control of his emotions they can get....out of hand
He’s terrified he’ll snap out of passion and hurt you
Things do get a little rough, but nothing you can’t handle. Mostly hickies and bite marks. 
He may have gotten a little carried away with the idea of ‘you were his and his alone now’ and felt the need for the entire world to know it
Insist that you stay with him, and offers to get you some cookies or tea after as part of your after care.
Wants you to sleep in his pajama top. Do so at your own risk.
Ecstatic beyond belief that you’ve come to him
And you’ve come to the right place
Obviously Asmo has the most sexual experience. So obviously he has the most experience dealing with virgins
The nerves. The jitteriness. The mild discomfort. He’s a pro at handling all that
Would want it planned our special for you
You’re his adorable [Y/N]. Nothing but the best for you.
Would plan a whole, sensual evening with candles, massage oil, matching silk pjs from Majolish
He’d want you to be relaxed. But he also wants to take his time.
Will have you writhing in pleasure before he enters you
He goes slow. One, not to hurt you, but two to savor the moment.
Last longer than all the others because he’s ‘trained’ for this
Aftercare king! More backrubs and delicious warm floral bath
Costume change into matching, soft fuzzy pajamas before bed
Surprised you’ve asked him. And a little embarrassed.
He’s not good with emotional things. Intimate things.
Of course he’s had sex before. Being a super star athlete he gets a lot of offers to. But it’s different with you.
It’s not just about sex or pleasure with you. You’re his wonderful [Y/N]
He wants to do right by you
He’s also concerned about his size and strength
It’s an issue for demons he’s taken to bed with. Much less a human.
The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you, or do something stupid that would get you hurt
Would want you to take the lead. 
Yes, it’s your first time, and he’ll help you, but he’d feel more comfortable if you were in charge
Wants you to sit on his lap and do it that way. More controlled. Lots of kissing. 
Kissing you is his second favorite thing to do with his mouth.
Wraps his big warm body around you to hold you close. Soft little puppy wants to do it again when you wake up.
Like....did you really mean to ask him? Or was this just an interesting fact conversation you were having?
When he realizes that you aren’t joking, he gets kind of flustered and plays with his hair
“You shouldn’t just tell me things like that [Y/N]. It makes me want to do bad things to you.”
He won’t, of course. Not unless you ask him.
He’d take you up to the attic so you can be alone.
Just the two of you and the stars
He would want it to be dark because he’s not the most confident about his body
Come on. Have you seen Beel? They clearly traded brains for brawn here.
He might be a little shit at time, but he’s very serious about you
He wants you to feel good. To feel good together.
Maybe if you like it then you’ll keep coming back to him and never leave and forget all his stupid brothers and just be with him
A boy can dream
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Leviathan, Asmodeus, and Belphegor with an MC with Chronic Pain
A/N: There’s a small reference to Belphegor controlling dreams. I’m bringing this up because I can’t remember if it’s a popular headcanon or if it’s actually canon. This is the final one for the brothers dealing with an MC with chronic pain, but feel free to ask for a related request for this series or for a different fandom I write for! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this :)
CW(s): Mentions of chronic pain, brief vague mention of sex in Asmo's
➸ Leviathan
Leviathan has absolutely zero clue on how to help, but will ask if there’s anything he can do
If you ask for ice, a heating pad, pain pills, or anything else, he will gladly go get it for you (unless he has to leave the house, then he’ll grumble and complain but still do it)
He’ll offer to watch anime with you or have you watch him play a video game
He would prefer for you to be in his room if you don't want to be alone, but if you really would rather stay in your own room he’ll do it
You were lying down on a pile of pillows in Leviathan's room, earlier deciding it was best not to lay in a bathtub on a bad pain day. He was sat on the floor with you, his computer balanced precariously on his knees as his dexterous fingers pressed key after key causing combo after combo. His gaming ability was genuinely impressive. You could easily view his screen without craning your neck and silently said a thank you to him for tilting the screen in your direction. He seemed to be having fun, playing a new single player RPG he thought you would like. Seeing his excitement when he wanted to share his interests with you was almost enough for the pain to be a little less bad. You continued to hear the clicking of keyboard keys as he played, and for some reason, despite the pain, you were content.
He’s one of the least affected if you’d like to be alone; he understands that sometimes you want to be by yourself
That isn’t to say he doesn’t sulk somewhat as he’d very much like to be there for you
➸ Asmodeus
Will jokingly offer to perform intimate activities with you
“You know~, orgasms are an amazing painkiller~.” “Asmo, stop.”
Will pamper you if you’re okay with it; this includes face masks, painting your nails, a massage (as they help some people with pain), or even style your hair
During the whole thing he’ll be incredibly gentle with you
He would prefer to have you in his room since that’s where all of his stuff is but if you’d rather stay in your own he’ll bring a -suitcase- bag full of products to pamper you with
If you’d rather be alone he’ll definitely verbally complain but leave you be
He may end up texting you reminder messages
You had just woken up from a nap when your DD rang. You looked over and picked up the phone, clearly seeing Asmo’s name light up the screen. You unlocked it and read his message. ‘Don’t forget to drink water babe ♡ hope you’re feeling a bit better than earlier, I’m here if you need anything (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc) ‘. A smile involuntarily spread across your face at the text. You sent back a quick thumbs up sticker and reached for the water bottle at your bedside table and took a sip.
➸ Belphegor
He’ll offer to cuddle or nap with you
If you’re in too much pain to have someone touch you, then he’ll sleep near you
You had softly asked Belphegor not to cuddle with you today, your pain being too much to have to deal with the physical pressure of another human body on yours. Although you could easily see the disappointment and hurt on his face, he respected your wishes. Much to your dismay, he ended up making himself comfortable on your floor, already dozing off once his head was on his arms. You smiled at his sleeping form, appreciative of his respect for your space and somewhat in awe he was already asleep.
On these bad pain days, if you’re okay with it, he’ll pull a chair up next to your bed and hold your hand as he dozes off
Belphegor had dragged one of your desk chairs over to your bed, creating a grating sound in the process. You were lying down and choosing to move as little as needed due to the pain. Belphie pointed to your hand. You put your arm out palm up in response. Belphie placed a light kiss to the center of your palm and interlaced his fingers with you.
“Get some sleep.” He said, and you began to feel a bit drowsier. You both dozed off, hand in hand.
He probably won’t get up to get you anything unless he absolutely has to; he ends up asking Beel to grab things for you
He’ll control your sleeping and dreams by inducing sleep and giving you good dreams so you can sleep through the pain; he’ll also try to do anything he can to make sure the pain doesn’t make its way into your dreams too
He may not outwardly show it all the time, but he is concerned for you
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obeymematches · a day ago
Yo. How about dad Lucifer, dad Satan,dad Diabolo and dad Levi?
anon i love your mind<3 had so much fun writing this, i tried to keep it short & simple but i failed :(
Dad Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo, and Levi (GN MC btw)
I did something like this for him in this post already, but to highlight some stuff:
Answering kids’ questions about life can be rough, you know? I feel like sometimes he’d answer w/ some complete bs on purpose. (which, according to him encourages critical thinking of the world and it teaches how you shouldn’t trust just anyone. don’t buy.)
I think teenagers don’t like him for several reasons (being bossy, thinking he’s better than anyone, etc.) which leaves him surprised, mostly, but he only really cares if he is the parent.
Regardless of what the kids think he’d still love them though. Like he might complain and all but at the end he loves his kid and if he has to he can go the extra mile for them. 
Also I think he doesn’t spend as much time with them as he’d want to so that is one problem to be solved. You know he is very family oriented but he is also busy all the time - this can make kids think he doesn’t care about them at all, or worst, they might think he doesn’t even love them...
I think when both of you are busy / out on a date he’d trust uncle Mammon to do his babysitting duty.
This goes without saying but anyways, I think we can all agree that he’d be a strict parent, like if the poor kid gets a B they are getting punished, unless they have a good reason in their defense. Also they have to help with chores obviously. 
As much as he’d like to be different than his father, some of his ways he just can’t help. I think he wouldn’t reply with nonsense as often, but sometimes he definitely does it on purpose.
Spends much more time with them thus they have a better bond. They can and will team up against you for example when you need to decide what to have for dinner. But also they always surprise you on your Bday as a team.
I think he’d prepare them for domestic life, as in teaching them how to change a light bulb, how to cook/bake and very simple DIY stuff. (like putting on a shelf) (also how and what to recycle, how not to waste food, etc) Makes them pay close attention to their emotions and helps them gain control.
Though he also wants them to refine their intellectuality so he’d urge them to get higher education. This will probably cause problems if the kid doesn’t want it though, so you might have to step in.
Dad puns / jokes all day.
I feel like he’d be the dad who embarrasses his kids at like. grocery stores (or public in general), mainly because of his sense of fashion.
ah..imagine kids running up to him in a fit after they fell and hurt their knees or something... oh no he has to be so gentle now... (also. very quick to figure out the trick of “if you pretend you didn’t see they’ll just move on”)
I think he’d make a fun dad despite not knowing so much about parenting. That is why he is insecure and not so sure about it at first, but I think he’d have it in him to be a great dad. (makes mistakes sometimes though)
Every weekend you go somewhere with the family, a zoo, an amusement park, the beach, sledding, maybe just fishing. His kids love him so much and want to do everything with him all the time (and so does him). When they are babies he gets himself this baby carrier and might even take them to work sometimes. No need to feel jealous though, they get to spend time with you too when he is busy on the week days.
I feel like he’d spoil them so much though, something he just can’t help. I mean he doesn’t want to be like his father was to him, obviously. (also like... as they are royals... how are they supposed to not be spoiled...)
I think the main lessons he’d teach them is honesty and learning to balance work and free time. Also as he is probably the first pacifist prince / king in history he’d want his kids to continue on this road, but obviously he can only do so much about that.
As he is strong he’d do so much physical play with them when they are still very young, like playing airplanes, spinning them, etc. On that note, he is the best to keep up with their energy levels, playing tag, etc. Depending on the number of kids he might get tired at some point, but 1-3 kids he can handle perfectly fine.
 Oh on that note, in case he has multiple kids he is the best dad at teaching them how to get over their sibling-rivalry. Listen since he is an only child this would be a very foreign concept & it worries him more than anything to see his kids fight each other. Must find a solution to this!!
Hmm I not sure if he’d really want kids, but if you manage to convince him he’d make a conscious father.
Does his best not to embarrass them but he might fail at that sometimes.
Unlike Diavolo, he’d much rather quiet, stay-in weekends. Sometimes visiting a body of water is fine though (imagine him teaching them how to swim aaa). Or if his kid preforms something at a school event he is there to see and take a video!!!! even if he is the only parent at the event!!!!
Can’t handle rebellious phases at all though. Gets very emotional.
Similar to Satan, he’d team up with his kids to surprise you on special days. Obviously him and his kids have a special bond since they always play video games together. (You included of course!!!!!)
Playing Devil Kart so often and sometimes he lets his kid win, all fun and games until the kid(s) gets better at it than him...
The main lessons he’d teach them is to be passionate, go all in, and not to be afraid to like whatever they do. If he learns his kid loves something he makes them a personalized birthday cake in that theme.
Would continue cosplaying but obviously now he includes his kid(s) as well!! can’t get over how adorable the little overall is which he made for them.
In case you manage to have him leave his room, maybe to go to the playground or on a trek or something, he is a very well prepared parent (that’s why you might have to wait for him before you go), ready to carry the heaviest backpack if needed (do it for the team✊), full of sandwiches and water bottles.
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thenextchapter22 · a day ago
Angel of the Three Realms
PART 7!!
Description: You were an Angel who went to the human world to escape punishment for loving Lucifer only to be brought back into his life, this time in the Devildom where you pretend to be human.
In this chapter: Everything is perfect, even with your love still a secret, and being home with everyone and flying is all you could ask for...
Tags: Unrequited Love, Fluff, Angst, WIP
Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Link to my AO3: Click Here
Authors Note: Guys, this is the second to last chapter :( Thank you to all those who kept reading, I’m really happy you liked this work. Please enjoy~
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six
You had the most magical time just simply being with the brothers. Not doing anything special, only talking in your room, tossing popcorn at each other and snuggling. They were always so warm, and you’d never turn away a hug.
But eventually they had to go to their own thing, so that left you some time alone. Mostly with your thoughts, which strayed here and there as you stretched on your bed. Thankfully they had put it back to the way it was before the spell to make it larger.
School was on temporary break per Lord Diavolo’s orders (and although he didn’t say it directly, you knew it was because of you, and he wanted you to have some time off).
There was a knock on the door again. But this time, someone else spoke out on the other side.
“May I come in?” Lucifer called out.
You stood up quick and straightened out your clothes, fixing your hair. It had a slight curl to it from Asmo’s braiding. Lucifer at your door was a rare thing indeed, plus you wanted to look presentable after having popcorn thrown at you.
Letting him inside, he glanced around at the slight mess that still remained. Stray blankets, the TV was still moved from its spot, and some chairs had been pushed away to make room for the larger bed that had been there.
He turned back to you, and said, “I had stopped by earlier, but heard you all having so much fun I didn’t want to ruin it all.”
You blinked in surprise. “Oh, you could have joined us, you know.”
He waved his gloved hand dismissively. “No, you needed time with them. They needed time with you.”
Biting your lip, you had to ask. “Did you… hear anything we said?”
His lips quirked a bit but he didn’t not smile. “If you’re referring to you speaking about Michael, then, yes, I happened to hear it.”
So you eavesdropped, you wanted to say, but instead you pushed that away. It probably wasn’t on purpose.
“I hope its okay I told them about Michael… I don’t want to keep any more secrets.”
“Of course, dove, I had planned on telling them myself.”
You shivered at the nickname that flew so easily from his lips, and nodded, your hair bouncing. “Good, I’m glad.”
You watched his gaze flicker to your shoulders before he sighed. “I don’t want to upset you but I feel like we should talk about everything that’s happened.”
“Oh! Uh, okay. Do you want to sit then?” you gestured to the table. “I can make us some tea really fast.”
He did sit, but shook his head. “The tea isn’t needed. Let’s just talk.”
Talking wasn’t as easy as he made it seem. But you did sit opposite him at the little brown wooden table, and crossed your ankles and folded your hands under your chin. “All right, shoot.”
He smirked. “So eloquent.”
You winked. “Always.”
Really, you just wanted to ease the tension in the room. It was too stuffy and a bit suffocating. You were nervous for his questioning, like he was a detective asking you, a criminal, if you had done the murder.
Lucifer didn’t look at you for a moment, instead stared at the table, tapping his fingers on the edge. Then he stopped, and looked up at you with intensity in those gorgeous eyes. “I can’t apologize enough for how stupid I was to not see you when you first came here. Despite the spell, even so.”
You frowned. “Oh, Luci—”
He kept going. “But I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me. I need to know. Why did you leave? What happened to make you leave?”
You knew the question would come. Still you were not prepared for it. “I just… it’s hard to say why. There were lots of reason.” Lies. Only one: him.
He always saw right through you. Narrowing eyes spoke of that. “You’re not being truthful with me.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
He paused. His tone seemed lighter next he spoke, “Did you at least have a happy life?”
That was just like the brothers’ question. “I did…mostly.”
“Hm. Tell me more. I want to hear about your life, what I missed.”
“You do?” you whispered.
“Of course. Unless you don’t want to tell me. You’ve changed so much since I last saw you.”
“In a good way, or bad?”
He chuckled. “A bit of both, I think.”
You smiled. “Okay.” You thought about everything you’d been through, and decided to start off with a high note. “There was a stretch of years where I lived in a small town by the sea. Everyone knew everyone, and there was kindness all around. My favorite thing to do was fly over the water in the moonlight. The ocean breeze and the smell of salt air was amazing.” You inhaled like you were there, and he gently reached out and brushed his fingers over your cheek. You held in a whimper. “I had to leave at one point, when the kids started to become adults and I stayed the same as I was.”
“That must’ve been difficult to do over and over. Establish relationships and then leave.”
You nodded, and sighed. “It had to be done…”
“I do have to wonder… why you didn’t become Human once your arrival on the surface world. You have no Halo but you do have wings, and celestial magic… It’s against all that Heaven stood for.”
You had wondered it yourself many times. But then you had other things to worry about, like your pretend human life. Evolving with them, learning and teaching, building relationship and ending them many times over. It was fun and fantastic and everything you never had dreamed of when you first left. So, only for a few short moments did you ponder that question Lucifer asked, and replied back.
“I did wonder but… I wouldn’t be able to find any answers. I had too much to do.”
Lucifer smiled. “I’m proud of you.”
Your heart clenched. “You—you are?”
“I am. You’ve done amazing things in your life. I couldn’t have wished for anything better. Losing all these years with you…” He frowned. “I will admit thinking about how much time I’ve spent here, with my memories of you gone… That I didn’t have the strength to break free.”
“You couldn’t have known,”
“While that’s true, I still hate it.”
“And so, now that I have you here with me, I will make the best of it. We will together.”
Together. Just not the way you wanted.
Perhaps, in time, maybe some years in the future, you would be brave enough to finally speak up. But right now wasn’t the best time. Or you could just be a true coward to your own feelings. You had a stray thought of ‘what it this was hurting Lucifer more than telling him would be?’
“I promise you, my dear, if I were to ever see Michael again…” And Lucifer’s forehead glowed where his black triangle usually lay, dark clouds forming the shape but not fully changing him. “…I’ll kill him.”
Life was back to normal. Only, it was better. Truth was out, and a freedom of the soul with it. You were truly able to be you, at least in the way you looked. Sure, your wings were still tucked away but you knew they weren’t a secret to be hidden away anymore.
The first day you were told you could fly again, you shot out of bed that very morning and, after breakfast, ran to the courtyard. It was a beautiful Devildom day, no clouds, not too hot or cold, and the winds were just right.
“She’s gonna fly! Everyone, come and see her wings!” Mammon shouted.
There was the sound of a stampede and before you knew it, the entirety of the House of Lamentation was there, and Purgatory Hall even somehow ended up.
You were very nervous. It had been months since you’d flown. But you knew it was going to be as easy as getting back on a bicycle as the humans say.
“Go on, dearie, we know you’re going to be beautiful. Spread your wings and fly~” Asmo shouted.
You grinned at him, and heard everyone else shout out words of encouragement. It was honestly really sweet. Luke was jumping up and down, waving his arms. He hadn’t gotten wings yet so he was super excited.
Satan didn’t have wings so he wasn’t as cheery, but he still gave you a soft smile and told you to go for it.
Then, lastly, you heard Lucifer speak. He wasn’t shouting like the others, but your focused hearing caught his words. “Fly, just as you used to: with passion.”
So with that, you changed, wings sprouting out like fireworks of white bursting open, and like a rocket you shot up into the sky. There was cheering and screaming, but as you went higher, soaring around the clear skies, you could only hear the wind rushing in your ears, and your heart pounding. The pure delight in flying never would leave you.
The sky wasn’t just yours for long. You looked to your left and saw Asmodeus’ bat wings flapping as he twirled in circles. He looked majestic, and you saw he had his hair pinned back with clips. He winked and flew a bit lower, and you laughed.
Mammon flew past you in a burst of speed, the back winds hitting you hard but you steadied yourself. “Hey, slow down!” you teased.
He stuck out his tongue from in front of you, and circled you once. “No way, you’re so slow,” he shouted with a stupid grin before speeding ahead.
You laughed at them. This was so much fun. You shut your eyes for a moment, feeling the wind in your face, rustling your hair. Your wings ached gloriously. The tickling of it against your feathers. It was pure magic.
“Always with your head in the clouds.”
You saw Lucifer then, full form, four wings dark and incredible behind him. His hair looked perfect in the wind, and he eased up next to your right and kept pace.
“I know,” you said with a smile. “I do my best thinking here.”
“Well, then, next time a test comes up, please go flying first.”
You laughed. “All right, but only if you come with me?”
He smiled. “Of course, dove.”
You hummed. You moved away a bit, and twirled once, giggling, and found his gaze softened. “Why did you call me that? You used to when I was younger, and you also did when I first came here. I don’t know why, when you were under that spell…”
He slowed his speed a bit until he stopped, and you had to circle back to meet him. The two of you thousands of feet above the Devildom ground, floating in the air.
“It’s quite the conundrum isn’t it?” He paused. “Memories don’t just vanish. These spells can’t remove a memory, only cloak it, and hide it away. So it’s always there, somewhere in your mind, waiting to resurface again.”
You frowned. He was sort of right. It was like when you worked as a temp nurse in a hospital, and the coma patients eventually got their memory back with time and patience.
Suddenly, Lucifer smiled at you, like a Morningstar of darkness. “I suppose a part of me just… couldn’t forget you.”
What? Your wings fumbled a bit in astonishment, and he reached out to grab at your upper arms. There was a large frown on his face and his brow was furrowed. “Steady. You’re stronger now but I think it’s time to head back down.”
You said nothing, only let him lead you both to the ground. Everyone gathered around and you were brought out of your head to them patting your arms and saying how amazing you were.
A part of you was still stuck on what just was said, but you pulled yourself together. “Thanks everyone! I want to fly with all of you soon.”
You looked at Satan, who was frowning. He sighed. So you walked to him and took his hand. He blushed. “The two of us can do something else, or if you want I can take you flying?”
He shook his head. “No thank you. I’m not a fan of… heights…” He smiled. “But I appreciate it.”
Belphie made a soft noise. “I want extra naps on your lap as compensation.”
You chuckled. “Easily done, Belphie.”
Levi frowned from beside Satan. “What about me?”
You took his hand next, to which he panicked externally and internally, and said the same thing to him.
Levi stuttered a bit, “W-w-well we can go swimming instead. I know a lake that’s perfect this time of year where you can rent tube floats nearby and there’s a really cool waterfall that makes rainbows.”
You nodded. “Sounds perfect. Speaking of water, I’m thirsty so I’m going to grab a drink.”
Leaving them behind, you went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, downed it, and exhaled. You placed your hands on the marble countertop and scrunched your nose while you thought.
‘a part of me just… couldn’t forget you.’
Did Lucifer love you? As more than a… friend? Was it possible? Those words seemed to have an underlying meaning to them, you were almost positive. Because if he did love you, he would say so, right? He was Pride, but wouldn’t love overcome that tenfold?
You laughed aloud, and shook your head. “I’m an idiot. Of course he doesn’t.”
Still, those words echoed in your head all day and night, even appearing in your dreams. Haunting or teasing, you were not sure.
But when you woke up to a new family, you shoved that part away. You had to put the past where it belonged: the past. You were home, Michael could not get you here, and you were safe to live your life as you chose. And you chose to live it to the fullest.
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devildomsexting · a day ago
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mothergayselle · 2 days ago
I Said... Hold Still // Obey Me // MC x Lucifer
rating: t words: 3.5k summary: takes place during the furry event, MC does the boys’ makeup for the video but takes *special care* with lucifer’s
“Stop squirming, Levi. You’re going to smear everything and then I’m going to get mad.”
Leviathan blushed, visibly racked with the desire to fidget in the chair. “I can’t help it,” he said, crossing and uncrossing his ankles, which clunked into hers. “You’re so close to my face.”
A scoff audibly sounded off in the background, and the unmistakable tenor of Mammon’s voice filled the dining room. 
“Yeah. A little too close, eh? Back off, Levi!”
Freya sighed. As long as Levi’s face was scrunched with annoyance, it’d be impossible to apply any more makeup to it. She paused, her hand a patient dove hovering in the air, coasting, while Levi replied.
“I’m not doing anything! You back off, stupid scumbag!”
“Hey! Ya gotta stop callin’ me that! Or else!”
“Or else, what? What are you going to do to me?”
The demon-princes were scattered throughout the entirety of the ornate, elaborate dining room, yet the collective sigh uttered by every mouth was a palpable hurricane churning in the air above them. A violent, fiery blush creeped into Levi’s neck, and Freya stilled her hand once more as he ducked his head in embarrassment.
She had to force herself not to sigh herself. “Relax, Levi. I’m not going to attack you.”
“Yes, hun, but that he wishes you would is the point,” said a voice from the opposite corner. A slash of daylight pierced through the window in front of him, illuminating the slender curve of his body. Even in that ridiculous costume. Asmodeus.
“If you know what I mean,” he finished. Freya didn’t have to look to know he was probably winking at them. The sunlight did nothing to illuminate the dripping sin of his voice.
Freya ignored the fresh wave of blood washing over Levi’s face, deepening the red even further. All that was needed was a quick blending of the brow-powder, and he’d be done, though if these idiots kept on rambling she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to get him to hold still.
Even now, he seemed to vibrate in place, although he managed to keep himself in place enough to refrain from fidgeting. Freya worked as fast as possible, working as casually as she could without smudging the lines. If they could keep their mouths shut for once in their goddamn life--
“If what you mean is kissing, then yes. We do get what you mean. Levi, at least attempt to not think about it.”
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SATAN, you motherFU--
“No one is kissin’ ANYONE, do ya hear me!?”
“Oo-oh, how scandalous!! I want to see someone kiss!”
“Okay, tell me I didn’t wake up from a nap just to hear about Freya kissing someone!”
“Relax, Belphie. No one is kissing.”
“Ya damn straight, no one is kissing. Not ever! If Freya is kissin’ anyone it’s gonna be m--”
“Me! It’d be me! After all, who wouldn’t want to kiss me?”
As Lucifer silenced the room, Freya shot Satan a glare, who returned the gesture with a grin so warm you’d never know how on purpose that truly was. What an arsonist. Truly. It was practically art.
The dining room was momentarily cast in shadow -- Freya looked beyond a mortified Levi to see a thick wall of cloud oozing across the sky. A frown tugged the corners of her lips down.
“All right, you lot,” said Lucifer. His voice crawled into the spaces around them like congealed molasses. “Clear out. Diavolo wants to start shooting as soon as possible.”
The most awkward of silences left the dining room charged and heavy, and all but Levi and Lucifer started towards the main hall.
Meanwhile, Freya wanted to be conscientious of his personal boundaries -- as he so often said he didn’t like to be touched -- but Freya wasn’t just about to let Levi leave after that. 
“Hey, look up for me one more time before you go.”
She and Lucifer made zero comments about how dark his skin had become in embarrassment -- magenta would be too fitting for comfort. Freya, in her peripherals, saw how Lucifer pretended to preen himself in a corner away from them, adjusting and then readjusting his feline costume so it couldn’t possibly fall any straighter or more crisp on the lines of his body.
Levi complied, absolutely rock-frozen as he titled his eyes to the ceiling. Even the inner workings of his jaw were inert with strain. 
“Did you know,” Freya began, dabbing ice-silver highlighter to his waterline, “That giraffes throw up on a regular basis?”
She was momentarily met with silence as Levi made himself unclench his teeth. “Giraffes?”
“Mhm. An animal in the human realm. Really long neck. Think of a horse with a snake-neck.”
“Whoa. That sounds like a final boss or something. If their neck is so long, how do they not suffocate then?” 
It was working -- his skin was clearing of blush, returning to a lovely cream-shade which she always thought brought out the gold in his eyes so well. Freya, in an effort to dispel some of his shame, didn’t meet his eyes when they gazed at her out of curiosity. She prodded the outside corner of his eye with the same highlighter, tapping the glimmer into place.
“Well… that’s what I wanted to know, so I researched it for awhile. They have a bunch of spaces in their stomach so as they digest food, they puke it up into their mouth and then eat it all over again. Bizarre, right?”
Levi’s subsequent grin made itself onto her face as well, though she was careful to still avoid his direct gaze. And, was that Lucifer’s cheeks lifted in the over corner over there, or was that her own imagination?
“That sounds like Beel,” he said, beaming at her.
“They were my favorite animal for awhile after that, just because I would always laugh when I thought of it. In an environmental class back home we studied this, and as soon as it was brought up, I just couldn’t stop laughing. I got kicked out of class.”
“OMG,” Levi said. “That is hilarious! LOLOL, like, I totally would’ve lost it too.”
“It’s ridiculous. But it does make me smile, even to this day. Maybe it’ll help you too now.”
Levi’s answer was something soft in his eyes, like a window being opened.
Freya snapped the ridiculously expensive highlighter palette closed, absentmindedly making a note to somehow manipulate Asmo into getting her one just like it. 
She tried to refrain from kissing anyone in the academy but that palette… perhaps kissing was not beneath her after all...
“‘Kay. You’re good to go!”
The clogged energy tangibly evaporated as they both righted themselves in the chairs, widening the amount of space between them. Levi didn’t look fully recovered -- his movements were a little too fast, a bit too premature. 
However, as he stood up to join the others, the dread from earlier wasn’t etched onto the crevices of his face, and he smiled before heading out the door.
“Thanks, Freya! Seriously.” He dashed through the entryway, the joyful spring under his feet practically palpable.
The next breath was drawn in through the nose. Freya turned to the impromptu makeup station Asmodeus had set up for her earlier in the morning once more.
“Okay, lurker,” she called out. “Sit your butt down before I decide I don’t want to do this anymore and set fire to the building so Diavolo will send me away.”
The waxed, polished, impeccable hardwood floors clapped his shoes in greeting with every intentional footfall. Even from the side while she retrieved more eyeshadow, she could see the grimace on his mouth. He was staring straight through her.
“Not funny.”
Freya couldn’t help but grin as she swiveled the chair to face him.
“It was funny, but we both know you wouldn’t admit it even if you agreed so let’s get to business, shall we?” Freya held up a pen of liquid eyeliner for him to see.
Lucifer made no further comment, but she could’ve sworn his jaw looked like it wanted to come undone in a smile, just for a second. He nodded, burgundy eyes locked onto her face.
“Scoot closer. This always sucks the most.”
When he complied, their legs were utterly entangled, each thigh resting lightly against the other’s. Freya didn’t stop or make a comment -- she knew the rules of the game with him and wasn’t going to lose because of that.
If anything, the contact excited her. She’d be close enough to catch any reaction he made, scrutinize every inch of his visage for a sign of victory. When one edge of his mouth lazily pulled to the side in the faintest smirk she’d ever seen, an impish gesture, she knew he was on the same wavelength.
Freya leaned in, closing the distance between their faces until the warm billows of his breath collided gently over her cheeks.
“Don’t mind me,” she said, bringing a hand to cup the cheek opposite the eye she was going to start on. “I have to steady myself because I had a lot of coffee this morning and I can feel myself about to have a seizure.”
Lucifer did smile at that, and she mirrored him as her fingers slipped through the hair at the back of his head. Silk. Fresh rain. A bubble of clouds. There didn’t seem to be a description accurate enough to articulate the softness of each strand. Her palm came to rest on his jaw.
The dick part of her wanted to ask what kind of conditioner he used, to purposely destroy the playful tension, if only to mitigate the effect the intimacy had on her. It was certainly a go-to, and she had half a mind to blurt it out when his expression suddenly changed.
“That was kind of you,” Lucifer murmured, and she could practically feel the heat of his red gaze wash through her, “What you did for Levi. Comforting him so as to not embarrass him further.”
An unwanted softness expanded in the pit of her belly and her hand momentarily haltered all movement. She drew back to look at him, and felt her waggish expression melt into something more like his own.
Freya’s gaze tugged down at their legs, spidered out in a flamboyant web of limbs. “I’m all for a good roast, but they should be more mindful with how often they pick on him. He already has super bad self-esteem.”
Lucifer grimaced as pain, sympathetic, cracked across her face. “That he does.”
“Makes me want to punch him,” she mumbled, almost inaudibly. Exhaling, Freya lifted the eyeliner pen to Lucifer once more, tracing a thin cat-eye along the edge of his lashes. 
“If he says that he’s too gross to love one more time, I will use our pact to make him do daily affirmations until he stops. I’m not above that.”
It was a while before Lucifer reacted to that, and a few moments of silence soothed the spaces around them. When he seemed to smile, Freya kept wordless and leaned in further, cleaning up the sharp edge of the wing at his eye. If she leaned in any further, her lips would brush across his cheek. Adrenaline flooded her belly.
“Not the worst way to exploit your authority, I suppose.”
“Hell yeah. Call me the demon-whisperer, improving internal dialogue one Avatar at a time.”
She withdrew her hand just in time -- Lucifer’s cheeks avalanched in the expansion of a smile, twisting his mouth until the ivory-white of his teeth was exposed. Another grin, another victory.
“Sounds like quite the endeavor.”
“Quite right, Watson. Okay, done with that,” Freya said, ignoring his momentary confusion and scooting herself back to the pile of makeup. She exchanged the eyeliner for a pastel palette before picking up a small, fluffy brush.
“All Diavolo wanted was a mutuality between species, and here you are trying to rehabilitate the princes of Hell into developing a more healthy sense of self,” he mused. 
Lucifer’s warm eyes lowered and tracked Freya’s movements as she closed in and began dabbing at his eyelids with a pale lavender color, which accentuated the darkness of his burgundy irises so nicely it was obscene.
Did she look as beautiful to him as he did to her?
“Oh, dear,” he chuckled. “Where did you go?”
It was just then that Freya realized she hadn’t been applying the makeup on him so much as she was staring at it.
“What’s wrong? Did the artistry of your own handiwork distract you?” His full lips twisted into a more mocking version of his earlier grin.
“Or is it simply my natural beauty you find so interesting?”
A low, humming laugh churned in the bottom of his throat as Freya’s nose wrinkled itself at him.
“Actually, I was just thinking that if this film wins first place, the entire Devildom will be witness to you and all of your furry glory.”
All of the mirth fled from Lucifer’s face as she spoke. Dark strands of aura collected around the crown of his head before winking out of existence. 
“It’s an exciting thought, right?”
When his eyelids lowered, Freya leaned back in, blending in a blue pastel with the first. The air around him sizzled with tension that dripped off of his body. “As the film stands, there is almost a statistical impossibility that it will win the competition,” he drawled. So confident. 
“So, basically, it’s a non-issue.”
“You really believe Diavolo -- or Barbatos for that matter -- who are obsessed with this project, couldn’t or wouldn’t pull strings in our favor?” The hand on his jaw exploded with invisible flame as she shifted it for no other reason than she wanted to--
Lucifer froze. Freya pretended to be absorbed in her work and readjusted her fingers -- a mere twitch of the extremity -- slipping several of them in the hollow under his ear while anchoring her thumb so that the pad of the fingertip framed the corner of his mouth.
A triumphant fanfare burst in her head. She got him, caught him off-guard. Enchanted him. The world was correct once more.
“Diavolo is a noble man,” she started, sweeping away the fallout with her knuckles. She caressed the soft skin under his eyes gently, with care. “But men like him -- the ones who proclaim to uphold truth and transparency…”
Lucifer did not move, even as she playfully tapped the tip of his nose with the makeup brush.
“Those are the ones you can’t trust.”
A few short moments passed before Lucifer spoke again.
“I don’t know what demons you’ve been hanging around,” he began, leaning forward an inch. “But some of us are perfect gentlemen.” 
He was playing with her. 
Do not look at his lips, do not look at his lips.
The brush in her hand lowered as Freya also leaned in, matching Lucifer’s bluff, and the crimson glow of his eyes was soon all she could see, rather than the eyes themselves.
“I’ve only met one perfect gentleman in my entire life. He was a golden retriever.”
She saw the curve of his eyes when he smirked.
“You clearly need better friends.”
“How fortunate I was kidnapped and brought here, then.”
“How fortunate, indeed.”
“Hey, are you guys going to kiss?”
The shock of the intrusion jolted both Lucifer and Freya, nearly pressing them together, so… maybe?
Lucifer recovered first, smoothly straightening in his chair like a candle wick burning true.
“What do you want, Asmo?”
Of course it was Asmo.
When Freya settled, returning the makeup brush to the tray, she saw Asmodeus hovering in the dining room’s entrance, the gold of his hair casting ethereal arcs of color across the archway.
His eyes were wide with curiosity. “Well, first, I want to see you kiss, but I also came to tell you Diavolo wants to start filming now.” Asmo’s gaze flickered back and forth between them.
“Tell Diavolo we’re on our way,” Lucifer said, saying nothing of the lewd request. After a tense moment and a hard glare, Asmo drifted off, the whites of his eyes revealed in an impressive arc.
“He realizes he can just kiss people, right?”
She couldn’t help but grin at the blank expression coating over Lucifer’s visage.
“He realizes,” Lucifer said. “It seems as if voyeurism is a big interest of his, however.”
Freya accidentally snorted. “I don’t know what isn’t.”
“Manners, perhaps.”
Someone sighed. Freya wasn’t sure if it was her or Lucifer. Eventually, the two shared a glance and his eyebrows rose in question.
“Is my makeup adequate enough for filming?” The brows remained high on his forehead, now teasing more than anything else.
Freya instinctively raked his features, looking for any asymmetrical flaws or lopsided shadow. There was nothing but a fleeting suspicion that it was only Lucifer’s immaculate complexion which completed the makeup, rather than the other way around. He wore the makeup, rather than the makeup highlighting the beauty already there. How ridiculous.
“One more thing, actually.”
The lazy affect warped into confusion, narrowing his features, and then awe, expanding them back again. Freya had darted in the space between their bodies, one finger somehow already dipped into a cherry-colored lip stain, and she began tapping the pigment onto Lucifer’s bottom lip, ignoring the way his mouth parted with shock.
“To match your eyes.”
He remained silent while he composed himself, drawing back his eyebrows and lips to a close. Freya forced her face to remain stoic -- the relish of eliciting these kinds of reactions was a special sort of drug, but to keep him playing along, she had to forfeit a few her victories to soften the blow to his ego. Demon of Pride and all. She was more than happy to keep up with him. Her giant ego demanded it.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Lucifer probed her gaze with his own, scrutinizing the miniscule movements her every facial feature made, but she gave away nothing. He was content to hold still until she was finished with him, smiling politely, the warmth not touching his eyes.
“And none for yourself?” he chirped.
Freya’s gaze darted to the makeup tray at her side, but a warm hand had gripped her chin and forced her head back to Lucifer. A swarm of butterflies awoke in her diaphragm.
“You dote on all of us so much,” he pronounced slowly, casually, bringing his thumb to his mouth. “But it seems as if you are often left wanting, isn’t that right?”
Heat so hot it was ice overturned her nervous system, bringing it to a halt. “It isn’t that bad. Beel buys me food. Asmo gives me clothes. Luke and Barbatos bake me whatever I want.”
Freya frantically attempted to memorize the feeling of his thumb brushing over her lips. Did he feel this tense when she’d done this, like a worn outlet ready to spark? She waited until he was satisfied to speak.
“I’d say I have it pretty good.”
Lucifer smirked, clearly unconvinced. He reached over her, grabbing a wipe from the table and cleaning his hand. Their faces were momentarily close once again, and the cologne from his neck wafted over her skin. So rich, like sandalwood, but faint at the same time. Noncommittal. It was a perfect scent for him.
When his gaze lowered to her mouth and back up again, she thought her form would explode.
“Hm. I’m not sure all of that’s an equal exchange, though.” He stared at her in bewilderment.
“... What?” Suddenly, she was too conscious of herself. Why did he look at her like that? Was he unsatisfied with the color or something?
She heard the roll of his stool before registering he’d placed his palms on her shoulders. They felt like boulders and feathers and as if they should be there all the time, keeping her from floating away in her wild fantasies of abandoning the human world so she could stay there forever. It was just like giraffes. Ridiculous… right?
“Your hair.”
Lucifer’s eyes were sure and steady as they raked over her again and again.
“It should be down for the fight scene. When you faint, it should cover your face, create some symbolism there.”
… Interesting. She didn’t know he thought about details like that. Wasn’t this more of Asmo’s territory? Still, Lucifer had a point. She’d only braided that morning because it was convenient, getting too long and too curly for comfort.
“How dramatic,” she replied, chuckling at his sincerity. “You’re right, though. Obscuring the face makes a much bigger statement to the audience. Creates lots of tension.”
Lucifer’s knees knocked against hers, two entities floating alone in the ocean, and he moved his hands to the hair-ties at the end of her french braids. 
They were dexterous, slipping off the rubber and untangling the curls without tugging on a single one. Goosebumps seeped through her skin, giving her a full-body euphoria. 
If she was being honest, even this simple gesture had her feeling pampered, taken care of. It resembled nothing of the food or retail items she was frequently gifted with, although those were of course, appreciated.
No, this was like... communion. A merging of two. Freya found that she couldn’t muster a smirk or a smart-ass retort as Lucifer slipped his fingers through her hair, arranging it in perfect pieces that cascaded over her jaw. She felt she wanted to sleep instead. Take a nap. Fall asleep to the sensation of him there, soothing her into unconsciousness. 
Ah. Any feeling of victory disappeared in an instant. This was too close to real intimacy to be a game.
Lucifer adjusted the curls one final time before gently extracting himself from her space. There wasn’t any trace of mischief on his face either, or deception, or avarice. 
She caught herself absently grooming herself of invisible lint or stray hair in the moments after. It seems as if their communion was finished, and they were to get on with their mission for the day.
“Well,” Freya said, steadily rising to her feet. She extended a hand in his direction. “Ready to go to war over me?”
Lucifer’s subsequent smile radiated mirth. “Of course.” He curled his fingers around her palm and rose to face her.
“I always defend what is mine. To the death.”
An unexpected giggle erupted from him at the shock rapidly freezing her expression.
“I’m joking, Freya. I’m ready. Let’s do it.”
Lucifer jesting? How novel.
With her hand in his, they began making their way out of the dining room. The sun was out -- its light had finally defeated the storm clouds before it.
“Call me Helen, I guess.”
Their voices ricocheted off the elaborate carvings etched into the doorway.
“... You know the story of Troy, ri--”
“--Yes, Freya, I get the referen--”
“--Okay, cool. That would’ve been weird. I hate explaining jokes.”
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hey-its-spades · 2 days ago
Okay so
I have been in the om! Fandom for a few months, and the more we learn abt the celestial realm the more excited I get abt it.
It's an entirely different culture just like hell.
This being said, whenever I think abt the celestial realm my brain thinks back to certain stages and levels out of bayonetta 1-2.
More specifically the gates of paradiso, the garden of light, and sigrid city of deja vu.
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Like straight up the floating islands,beautiful ruins and architecture, and gold aesthetic hits different.
It might just be me but I've been a die hard bayonetta fan since day 1 of playing it. Obey me! Swd has made my love for the level design and art for it even more. When I think of the celestial realm I think of these level stages.
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babyshoyo · 2 days ago
Cuddles with Leviathan
Pair: Leviathan x Reader {Reader is GN!}
Genre: fluff
A/N: I’m in a soft Levi mood😔💕 Sorry if this makes absolutely no sense tho-
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You ran your fingers through your boyfriend’s soft, purple hair as he plays some new game on his switch. After multiple attempts at the level he was currently on he gave up and quickly saved his progress before placing his switch back in place. He huffed before laying his body on top of yours, head on your chest, legs tangled together, and arms wrapped around your torso.
“You finally gave up?” You asked softly before continuing to play with his hair.
“Yeah.” He mumbled, clearly still upset.
Levi pouted at the thought of not being able to pass a level when he’s a literal god at games and could easily pass them. He looked too cute you just wanted kiss him all over his face.
“Hey Levi, look up at me.” You ordered as he looks up at you confused.
You cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly. His lips were soft and you could still taste the energy drink he had about an hour ago.
You soon pulled away, catching your breath. Levi’s face was as red as a ripe tomato, eyes wide open in surprise.
“Y-yn!” He yelled, still processing what had just happened.
You giggled at his reaction to the kiss, pulling him closer to you if that was even possible.
“Stay with me like this?” You asked.
You felt him nod against your chest and you closed your eyes. You treasured this moment as you never wanted it to end.
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static-sock · 3 days ago
Hey! I'm excited to see your new oneshots!!. I have a request~
Angsty fluff with dateables and non dateables. A scenario where MC is sad or maybe the bros yell at MC and hurt their feelings and then comfort them and lots of fluff. Or maybe even MC having an episode of depression or an anxiety attack. I'm a simp for some comfort HCs and oneshots 😅😅
MC is sad?! What will they do? (part 1/3: Older Brothers)
I had to do this in a bunch of parts because I had so many ideas! I'll probably get to the younger brothers and undateables later tonight! I just got off of work and I'm a little tired, but I'll be back!!!
Happy Mother's Day to all the good moms out there!
He wasn't aware how much his words affected you
He thought you'd just brush it off and walk away
In truth, he didn't mean to say what he said, you had just been bugging him for a while. He has work to do, after all, he can't just blow it off for you
"MC would you please stop being a complete pest!" he shouts, "I'm sick and tired of you constantly distracting me! Be a good, stupid little human and sit down quietly!"
"D-Do you really feel that way about me?" you stutter under your breath, after a moment. You briefly stared at his angry face, before your gaze fell to your feet. His heart sinks as he watches your eyes begin to water. He's frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. He isn't experienced in human emotions, nor is he very experienced at comforting people in general. "No...No, I'm sorry, I've just been overwhelmed with work is all..." He whispers as he brushes your hair out if your face, "Come on...why don't we take a break, hm?" he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "Why? So I can just bother you more?" you mumble, a little bit of childish anger in your tone. "Look, MC, I'm sorry I blew up like that, I didn't mean to make you upset..." he lifts your chin with his finger so you're looking at him. He looks concerned, and a little distressed himself. "Okay..." you mumble. Lucifer beings leading you over to the bed, laying you down. He climbs in next to you, and gently pulls you close. He rubs little circles into your shoulder with his thumb, as he kisses your forehead again, muttering another apology against your skin.
"Leave me alone, ya stupid human!"
It starts with his usual tsundere act, pretending he doesn't enjoy your attention
However, he's called you stupid one too many times
"Is that all I am to you?!" you shout, stopping both of you in your tracks. "What...?" he asks, staring wide-eyed at your form, only a few feet away. "Is that all I am to you," you repeat, "am I just some stupid human who burdens you?" tears begin welling in your eyes, and blur your vision. Mammon stands there, frozen, not really sure what to do. It's never bothered you before, so why now? "MC, I..." he starts, but you cut him off, "Mammon. Don't. You wouldn't say it all the time if you didn't mean it. Why do you even keep hanging around me? Is it just so Lucifer won't punish you?" Your hands are shaking, and you sound absolutely done with his shit. "MC, no, I-I do like bein' around ya, it's just..." he trails off. "Just what Mammon?! What makes you so keen on insulting me 24/7?" you crossed your arms, trying to still the shakiness in your voice. Mammon stared in silence, fidgeting and mumbling under his breath. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he mumbled loud enough for you to hear, "I...I like ya, okay? Like...a lot...and I just have a hard time, y'know, expressing it..." his face turned a deep crimson, the tips of his ears looked even darker. You swear his glasses were fogging up as well. "You mean to tell me, that you express your feelings like some middle schooler? By bullying your crush?" you blurt out, holding back a little bit of a snicker. "So what?" he responds defensively. You sniffle, and chuckle a little, "I like you too, Mammon..." you saw his face light up, before he pretended he didn't just grin like an idiot. "O-Of course ya do! I'm the Great Mammon after all!" he positioned himself at your side, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you close, "L-Let's go get somethin' to make ya feel better," he mumbled as he started pulling you along.
It wasn't abnormal for him to be so focused on a game that he ignores you
To be fair, he thought you liked watching him play
Which, you do, but not at the expense of his affections
You wanted whatever you could get! This is Leviathan, after all, he's far too embarrassed to be super cuddly all the time
Any time you tried to get his attention, he gave no response. Not even a halfhearted grunt to show he at least heard your voice.
It was at this moment, you started to think that maybe you just weren't entertaining enough for him
By the time he had heard your sniffles and choked sobs, it had already been a couple minutes. In fact, his attention was only pulled from the screen when he felt hot, wet tears begin to soak his pants. "What the—? MC you just broke my concentration!" he whined, before freezing up. It took him a second to fully register that you were crying. He looked down at you, your face buried in his leg, "M-MC? W-What's wrong?" he stutters, stiffly placing a hand on your shoulder, "W-Why are you crying?" his voice cracks a little as anxious thoughts race through his mind. "D-Do I bore you?" you mumbled through muffled sobs, "D-Do you really like playing video g-games more than hanging o-out with me?" he felt his heart shatter. Had he really been tuning you out this whole time? Of course, leave it to the yucky otaku to ruin everything. "N-No, MC, I'm sorry...I-I understand i-if you hate being around me, I-I don't mean to just ignore you, I-I promise it wasn't on purpose!" he talks faster and faster by the second, spewing about how much he loves you and how he's sorry you have to deal with a yucky otaku like him. He can't help it, he's got anxiety. You sniffle, and begin to shush him, "Levi, c-calm down, okay? I-I don't hate you," you mumble, "I-I was just worried you didn't want to be around me..." you sat up, turning to face him. You cup his face, his cheeks hot against your fingertips. "H-How could I-I ever not want to be around you? Y-You're a normie, sure, but..." he trails off before mumbling, "Y-You're my normie..." you swear he almost just went into cardiac arrest. You chuckle a little, sniffling again and wiping your nose and eyes, "I guess we're both pretty anxious, huh?" you mumble, smiling a little before pressing a light kiss to the tip of his nose. He practically melts, his face becoming an even darker shade of red, if that's even possible.
Ahhhh my first request, I'm so excited!!! Like I said, I'll be doing the younger brothers and undateables in different parts, because unfortunately, I am a little tired! I hope you like what I have so far! [:
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undying-vagabond · 3 days ago
mammon, belphie, asmo, levi as random convos btw my friends and yours truly
Mammon texting MC instead of doing hw
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Belphie and MC best friends supremacy
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Asmo being a confident king
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Levi being weebs with MC
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plush-rabbit · 3 days ago
Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The Brothers
A/N: The brothers!! I hope yall enjoy!! Aphrodisiac induced is always a fun thing to play with. The brothers,, my beloved
You really should have known better than to take food that was offered by Beel. You know that he has the right intentions in mind- that him sharing food is a miracle of itself and rejecting him would have his brows furrowed and lips pursed into a pout- but he’s also gluttony. He can eat whatever he wants and as much as he wants without so much of a stomach ache. You, on the other hand, cannot. You should have seen this coming when the cupcake you bite into filled your mouth with such an indescribable sweetness that it made your teeth ache, the flavor otherworldly and leaving you hungry for me, taking greedy bites out of the cutely decorated pastry. There was a sharp pang in your stomach, your body on fire and sex dripping with every nudge that your body made.
You couldn’t be alone right now- or maybe you should have been left alone, maybe that would have saved you from humiliation of your dripping arousal that was leaking past your slit. You’re quick to rise, standing on shaky legs, curled over as your cheeks burn, sweat beading against your skin, only worsening the sensitive state that you are in. It’s fast-acting, making your breaths come out in heated gasps, and everything just feels a bit too much, just too good for it to be normal. An aphrodisiac- a strong one that is making you impossibly aroused. You suck in a sharp breath and go to the person who you know will treat you right.
Lucifer is a gentleman- most of the time at least. But during your time of need he is perfect to go to. He’ll allow you- or more like insist- that you stay in his office until the aphrodisiac’s effects have passed. You’ll lay on the couch, face buried into a throw pillow while the other one is between your legs. Shame has long been gone since you’ve entered his domain, his eyes never really leaving your shaky frame. When you moan his name, he stiffens, the pen in his hand is held tighter but he still rises, walking towards you in concern. He’ll sit beside you, let his hand curve over your forehead, feeling the heat go through his glove.
He clears his throat, pulling his hand away, and there’s this heavy look on your face, the pillow squeezed tight between your legs, the pillow under your head has faint imprints of your teeth. He’ll avoid touching you, pulling his hand away from you and walking briskly to his desk chair. He can hear your steps across the floor, the way you gasp his name and seem to rub your thighs together for any sort of friction. He won’t spare you a glance, eyes focused on the paperwork in front of him. Underneath the desk, his leg jolts as you snake your arms around his shoulders, your lips wet as they touch his neck.
There isn’t enough time in the day and night for him to focus on his work and on your growing needs that are starting to mark everything in his office. Black ink scratches along the pape, the letters growing shaky as you snake your way onto him. He’s actually startled when you situate yourself on his lap, your sex pressed against his erection. He’s surprised by your sudden confidence but writes it off due to the effects of the aphrodisiac. You’re above him, arms snaked once more on his shoulders and you play with the hair that rests on the nape of his neck.
The feeling of shame is not foreign to the Avatar of Pride but even then, letting you know that he is indeed aroused given the situation does bring a bit of heat to his body. His hands find their way to hold onto your hips, trying to ignore the way that you have begun to grind against his. But there is work to do and despite the growing need to pleasure both you and himself, he displaces you, ignoring the way that you call his name and can’t seem to stop touching him.
The only way to gain his attention that you desperately long for is to push him away, the wheels locking against an edge of the floor and you bend yourself over the desk. Lucifer wants to throw you out so you can be another’s problem but you pull your bottom layer off, your fingers searching inside your leaking hole and pride starts to fuel him. You touch yourself in front of him, beg for him to touch you- of course you would. Slender hands come to touch your body, and you’re already leaking onto the floor, thick, sweet arousal staining the very room that he allowed you to enter. His cock is against you, rimming around your entrance, hearing your cries and please for him to simply fuck you but you did cause him to become distracted from very important work and he is going to punish you for that.
Of course you’d go to him. He is your first after all, why wouldn’t you go to The Great Mammon? But wow, he was over his head when you came knocking at his door. Always eager to see and spend time with you, he allows you to enter without seeing the state you’re in. You stagger into his room, holding his hand and stumbling into him and it’s only then that he can smell the sweet, lingering aroma in the air. He wants to believe you’re just trying a new perfume and now it's made you sick, but it’s worse than that when the hand you’re holding moves to your chest. He can feel your rapid heartbeat, the way your body is in flames that can rival hellfire itself, the pained cry of his name as you try to pinch your legs together in the awkward embrace.
Frozen for a moment, Mammon completely blanks on what to do. He can feel your pain, the aching need in your entire body that makes you feel as if you’re going to combust into flames. He doesn’t know whether to touch you or not. But then you cry his name- sobbing it out in broken syllabus and you cry that it hurts and you think you might die and you're in his arms. Your hold on him tightens and he thinks he can leave you to be- let you wait out the excruciating pain in his room until the feeling fades and just thank him with attention or material objects later. He fails to consider that he is weak to you and when you look at him with teary eyes, he falters.
He stutters in his explanation, talking about how he can maybe go out and get you a toy or something- and he promises to be quick, he is the fastest after all. But then the thought lingers and he imagines your sex stretched with some toy that he chose, and his body jerks. Your vision is growing blurrier by the second and the hold on his hand tightens until your knuckles pale. You pull on him, thanking whatever God is watching down on you, that the door to the prized car he keeps in is open. Even he’s unable to know what is going on until you push him inside, crawling onto the back seat, calling his name and begging for him to join you.
In such a closed space, the Avatar of Greed is trying desperately to avoid touching you. He stays seated in the front seat, fingers drumming along the steering wheel. He cares for the car deeply- one of the few things that gives him freedom that is indescribable and yet, here you are. Your sex is leaking, your cries echoing across the closed space and what is music to his ears in his dreams is now a horrible reminder that you are seated behind him, victim to an aphrodisiac. He needs an excuse to touch you, needs to just feel you for a moment and when you threaten to stain the flawless leather seats with your slick, it’s enough for him to crawl to the back seat.
He never realized how crowded it was, how his elbows and knees tend to knock into things. He doesn’t notice how you’ve kicked your shorts off, how your underwear has become dark in color to your dripping sex. You kiss him, and Mammon is weak to you. His hands are on you, the scent overpowering and he promises to keep the touching to a minimum to only touch what you’ll let him touch and kiss where you want him to. But you’re huffing, grabbing onto him and trying to meet his crotch. The windows grow foggy, the car begins to creak but neither of you pay it any mind. It’s cramped and you’re too close but not close enough, you ache to be closer to him, to have him pressed against you until all you can remember is the way that his chest feels against your skin, the warmth of him, and the way his kisses are so tender and feverish all at once.
Leviathan refuses to make eye contact with you. He won’t even address you. He sits on his desk chair, playing a game that doesn’t need half of the attention he usually gives. You rest inside his bathtub, curled over he presumes, whining and mumbling something that sounds like his name but he can't be so sure nor does he expect you to mumble his name in your current state. But as much as he wants to drown you out, he can’t. You’re too whiny, crying and begging for a solution, peeling your shirt off because it’s too hot. He reasons that’s because of the aphrodisiac because his room is always kept to a cool temperature. So now, he has you topless in his bathtub and the only proof is your shirt that was tossed where he sits and the reflection above, portraying a teasing, blurry image of your torso.
It’s possibly the worst situation for the poor, introverted demon. He finally has you all to himself and you’re in such a needy state and the plot is so close to a top tier hentai of his- Help! My Friend Took a Drug and Now They Won’t Stop Grinding on Me But I Also Don’t Want Them To Stop. But You came to him, you trusted that he would watch over you and whether it was because he kept his room so guarded or because you trust him, he really doesn’t know which. It’s just too muddled for him to believe that you would actively choose him. So, he does what he does best- he immerses himself in a game. The cutest game that he could think of- one that even if he grew and remained hard would make him feel more like a degenerate than he already does. He puts his headphones on and as if everything is trying to punish him, the loading screen takes forever.
The soundtrack plays loud, booming in his headset and effectively drowning you out. But he knows you’re still crying for him- that you're still in the same room with him. The perverted otuka glances up where he can see your reflection and he catches a glimpse of your hands cupping the swell of your chest and his face burns. Had you caught him peeking before? Was this a way for you to play with yourself without actively touching yourself? He can feel his growing arousal, translucent pre-ejaculate spilling past his slit and staining his boxers. It’s humiliating and he hates that the idea of you touching yourself in his room is more than enough for him to get in the mood.
He’s ignoring you- the only way that he can hopefully soften without actually creaming his pants. He avoids your reflection, ignores how your hands grip the curve of the tub until your knuckles pale, how you swing a leg over and it meets the hard layer of the bath, and for a moment, you still. He’s ignoring your decision to remove yourself from the place he rests and staggering to him. When he feels your hands on his thighs, he startles and the game minimizes into a small box. Unaware of what to do in this situation, he freezes, letting his body tense as you crawl onto his lap, your eyes heavy with lust and body feeling so warm above him that he’s unable to breathe.
His breathing is ragged, his hands stopping on the curve of your bum, as he’s unable to look anywhere else but your face. You’re flushed, gripping onto him, your tongue out as you pant and you’re so desperate for his attention that you lean close. His hands raise in an attempt to push you off but as if it were a cliché moment, his hands curve over your chest and you whimper his name at the simple touch. The third born should have been careful, he shouldn’t have let you grind against him and he surely shouldn’t have let himself becomes distracted by a kiss and yet, here he is, undressing himself as you greedily slide yourself onto his cock, your face scrunching up as every scale is pushed further into your aching hole. Leviathan is holding you close, the computer screen dimming as your can fill him spill inside of you.
Eager to learn, he knows the effects of what an aphrodisiac can do to a being. So when you come knocking at Satan’s door, begging for refuge, leaning against him and gripping at his shirt, he pats your hand, and welcomes you inside. He allows you to rest on his bed, letting you bury yourself under his blankets. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for either of you- you’re inhaling his scent during a time of desperate need, and soon when the effects wear off, he’ll be left in a bed that is drenched in your scent. That, however, is a problem for another day.
In order to keep his mind and hands busy, he’ll finally organize his room. He’s able to ignore your whining, the way that you shiver under the covers and bury yourself into his pillow, how you spread your legs so they are uncovered by the blanket; he ignores the sweet scent of your arousal that fills the room and his lungs. He holds his breath, taking few, deep breaths every now and then to avoid inhaling too much of you. You’re whining, talking through the pillow about how it hurts and you just need something- and doesn’t he have a spell he can use to just rid you of at least a tiny bit of it.
It’s the growing arousal of himself and your constant whining that edges him closer to annoyance. He holds books tight in his hand, orders them by author and published years, height and volumes, but it isn’t enough to drown you out. He regrets letting you enter his room but in the same second, he regrets having the thought. He’s happy that you came to him, trusted him enough to see you in a disheveled state. He doesn’t want to scare you off or make you feel unwanted, so he edges closer to you, tugging on the bottom of his shirt as if he were a nervous boy instead of a grown demon. The bed creaks under his weight and your hand latches onto his thigh. He jerks his leg, your hand only squeezing tighter and when he makes eye contact, your eyes are filled with tears, glistening and catching on your lashes like fresh dew.
You’re aroused, deeply and sweetly. It's a nervous thing to be attracted to someone like you, a demon that has been round and born with blood and wrath etched deep into soul and yet here he is, nervous to even touch your trembling hand. He knows the effects of something as strong as an aphrodisiac and for a demon made one, there is no real spell for it. He lets you lay on his lap, your mouth close to his sex, eyes lidded and holding tight to his hand. His control is fading, his growing need pushing past logical thought. He offers himself, and you rise quickly, already straddling his lap, your chest pressed against his, asking if it is okay. A cold shiver runs through his spine and he nods, offering that he’ll take care of you.
The trembling, nervous demon fades just as quick as it came when your lips are on his. You kiss him, need so transparent that he’s teasing, pulling away, letting your back meet the bed. His smile is sharp, leaning to kiss your pursed lips, grabbing your leg and pulling it upwards, mumbling praise under his breath when you hook your leg around his waist. Satan is heavy when above you, and maybe it’s the aphrodisiac that still lingers on your tongue, but he is unwilling to move away from you, kissing you and hooking his fingers in your mouth when you moan. You’re needy and he wants to hear you beg for him, calling his name. He cups your face with spit coated fingers, asking you to be good for him and mew for him.
As the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus immediately knew something was off in the house when he felt lust in the air. It’s sweet. Intoxicating and bitter all at once. It’s like the sweetest honey known to mankind and he knows the feeling well enough to open his door before you have the thought to knock. He welcomes you into his room, letting you rest on the bed, a small part of him on the inside crinkling when you ruffle the sheets. But, of course, he knows this isn’t you- you would never be so careless. It’s all because of the aphrodisiac making your movements more frantic.
He knows the cure to end it- sex, plain and simple. Masturbation might help but he fears your hand will become sore. Always eager to have somebody in bed with him- out of his own sin and own need for company- he offers you two choices. You can borrow a toy- new, still in the box and all- or he could take care of you. Perhaps he shouldn’t have offered the second option, he knew how excited you were to simply enter a room with another living being but he couldn’t help himself. You look absolutely adorable with your flustered face.
A kiss from the living Avatar of Lust is better than any pleasure that you’ve ever received. And he knows it. You moan under him, your body shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head, clawing at the shirt on his back. He smiles into the kiss. So eager to be taken care of that a simple kiss was enough to make you climax, your arousal dripping onto your underwear, so heavy in the air, that he pulls away as he feels your breaths start to shorten due to lack of air. But even as he pulls away, you still reach to pepper him with kisses, your breathing reggae against his face, gasping for breath with every parting kiss.
Your hands are on him, eager to pull him into another kiss. You want him and it’s evident from the way that you don’t push away when he removes his clothing. But, he stops for a moment, watching your gaze on him, wide and dazed and you stare at him as if he was something more than just a demon, you give him your worship and you pull him into another kiss. He stiffens, pulling away and asking if this is what you want, touching your bare skin only to flinch away as if it burned him. And when your lips are on him, your smile returns for a moment, telling him that you came to him because you knew he would tend to you in any way, and he melts.
His lips return to yours, kissing you eagerly, wanting nothing more than to just keep his lips on you. And as last time, you shudder beneath him, another orgasm washing through your body, your release spilling pass your slit. Limps entangle with each other and you cry the name Asmodeus, moaning it as if it were the only thing on your mind, sobbing under him and telling him how good it feels. You pet his head and let him bury his face into our chest, peppering kisses until he reaches your neck. His eyes close, an unexpected climax teases at him, as you pull him closer to your aching body. Every sigh from you in a gentle gust of wind, every cry a song that not even choir from the Celestial Realm can rival. He pushes deep inside of you, letting you feel every curve and texture from his cock as it molds your leaking hole into his shape.
Beelzebub feels incredibly guilty when you come to him, his shirt knotted in your hands as you explain what you ate. He blames himself, going to hold you only to flinch when you hiss and pull yourself closer to him. It’s an aphrodisiac, he should have known that you’ll be more sensitive to touch during this time. He apologizes as he leads you to his bed, shaking his head and holding your hand. He’s gluttony- he should have been able to smell the scent of an aphrodisiac.
Of course, he’ll let you hide in his room until the effects wear off. He won’t make a single peep but it’s difficult for him. His clothes are sticking to him, his body is in an odd sticky situation where sex clings to him clothes and skin. He knows the effects of the aphrodisiac but he feels guilty for giving it to you so when you cling to him, begging for him to not let go of you, he sighs and stays beside you. He’s stiff, unwilling to move and can only let out a shaky breath, when you press yourself closer to him, hooking a leg over his and curling it over. He can feel your sex- hot and pulsing and he leaves ripped bedsheets as his hand curls into the comforter.
He’s rubbing your back, letting his fingers drum against your spine as he hears your panted breaths. He knows he should stop, that he should at least go and take a shower so he can at least smell good but you hold a tight grip on him. You’re feverish, burning against him and he can tell you want more, your lips open up and kiss along the side of his ribcage but he can’t move.
It’s getting too much- even for him. He doesn’t want to take advantage of this needy state that you’re in but as he rises with a feeble explanation that he’s going to take a shower, you pull him down. He’s above you, your eyes watery and cheating rising and falling with heavy breaths. He can’t kiss you but you’re leaning closer, your lips brushing against his and he can smell the aphrodisiac that still rests like heaven on your tongue. You don’t blame him for the accident slip, you’re just begging for him to take care of you, letting your hand rest over the swell of his breast and he’s growing weaker by the second.
When your lips are on his, your tongue slipping past your lips, Beelzebub can taste the aphrodisiac and he’s melting. His tongue has made its home on your mouth, curving over your pink muscle and feeling the way you shudder beneath him. His name is muted by the kiss, your hands clawing at his clothing and he’s sweaty and aroused, watching you as you strip yourself of your clothes. The lovely pastry that still lingers isn’t enough for him to go into a full rut, but it’s enough for him to bend your legs to your chest, your hole pulsing as his cock aligns to it. The way that you call his name is enough for him to push himself fully into you.
Belphegor is asleep under the covers, pillow tucked under his head and he does not awaken to your scent growing closer and closer, heavier and sweeter than usual. He doesn’t awaken when the doorknob wiggles, a frantic turning but he does awaken when you slam the door. He is startled awake, his eyes wide for a second before narrowing, teeth flashing as he lets out a low growl. He stops when he notices it's you, yawning and telling you to get into bed with him. It’s only until you’re beside him, greedily taking the invitation, that he realizes the state you’re in.
He has to prod you until you tell him what’s happened, watching as you bury your face into a pillow, whining out pathetically as you tell him what happened. He laughs, it’s sharp and teasing. Of course, you took an aphrodisiac by accident. It could only happen to you. He tries to be sympathetic with you. He knows you must be in a great deal of pain, but then again you came to him and that makes him stay awake for a bit longer, turning over on his side and watching you struggle to not touch yourself despite the aroma of your arousal that is thick in the room.
Sloth offers to put you under a deep sleep- he can’t promise that you’ll be still- but he can promise that you’ll wake up without the effects of the aphrodisiac. When you refuse, he merely shrugs, turning over with a pout. He’s disappointed but he can’t do much. He does tell you that he is tired, so he’ll be sleeping but you’re allowed to spend the rest of your heightened arousal in the attic with him. The power of an aphrodisiac- one made a devil no less- is strong, and giving it you in even worse. He can sense the neediness in you, the way you watch him with lustful eyes, your mouth parted the eagerness to get into bed with him.
As promised, he slips off into a sleep, leaving you alone. But your body is on his, legs parted with his single leg. He isn’t asleep long enough for him to be in an actual slumber before he feels the bed move ever so slightly. It’s constant and your whining, mumbling apologies and he opens his eyes to find you humping his leg. It’s pathetic and hot all at once, watching you get off on his leg alone, so desperate for release that you’ve succumbed to humping him. His smile is tight, turning over and letting his tail curl around you, the static in the air only causing you to arch your back when his demon form pops out. It pricks against your wrists, the fur unkempt as he rises above you.
You wanted his attention and now you’ve gotten it. You’ve woken him up from nap, it’s normal and expected for him to be grouchy but thank goodness that the smell from your leaking sex is more arousing that anything else he’s encountered. You’re on your knees on the mattress, his hips meeting yours and letting out a loud grunt when he finishes. He’s tired and over it but his cock still stands upright and you’re still needy and awake, your sex leaking with his arousal. Belphegor will lay on his back, offer himself in his sleep to you until you’re content. The last coherent thought he has is sighing at how warm and squishy you feel against him.
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linpunny · 3 days ago
Passing of the cloak
A/N I had a conversation with @sevensins-stuff about a dream I had of Solomon and sorcerer MC. From what I do remember from that dream Solomon had helped MC create a staff, like many masters do for their apprentices but he had also gifted them a cloak exactly the same as his. 
Warnings: None
Word count:667
Solomon had invited you to the Sorcerer Society today and you weren’t quite sure why. He said it was urgent but like always he was cryptic and kept you in the dark, leaving you anxious and unsure of his true intentions. You stepped off the double decker bus and sighed as you turned to the left and saw the cobble stone building with the blue pointed roofs where the secret of the sorcerers was hiding in plain sight. The humans walked past completely unaware of what was behind the doors of the ordinary looking building or the secrets that were hidden away within its walls.
You mumbled excuse me a few times as you made your way into the crowd, blending in like always but you didn’t walk the same path as everyone else around you. The path you walked was not one that many could see or even fathom. The existence of demons and other worldly beings was now clear as day, their presence now a part of your very being. Your soul intertwined with theirs and the world they lived in. A path you couldn’t share with anyone else but the brothers, their magic and yours were finally one. The faint glow of the seven stars from the crest on the back of your hand reminded you that now you were finally a full sorcerer who passed the seven trails and were approved for a license.
Yet you still had your humanity even though you walked beside demons and being part of the human world was proof of that. Soon you had spotted Solomon in all his glory standing out in the crowd. His white hair looked silver under the shine of the early morning sun, his grey eyes hiding something from you as he waved at you from afar. Walking over to him he greeted you, smiling as bright as the sun and full of optimism. 
“Good Morning MC! I don’t usually get to see you awake so early.” He laughed teasing you. “Let us hurry inside. I have something for you.” Before you could question what he meant he grabbed you by the arm and rushed you inside.
“Solomon! I don’t like surprises.” Your voice was monotone as you let him lead you around the headquarters.
“I thought you did? When you get a gift from the brothers you always have such a sweet smile.” Solomon laughed again his voice pleasant and soft like always.
“I don’t like surprises from you! Every time you have a surprise that means trouble for me.” You frowned this time and rolled your eyes waiting for what you thought would be another task or whim that Solomon had thought of.
Instead he presented you with a white box with a red ribbon tied neatly into a bow. You faced him fully and smiled not sure what to say.
“It’s a present. We’ve already crafted your staff. This is something to signify our relationship as sorcerers together in the society. This proves I was your master. It creates a kinship between us…one that is no longer Master and apprentice but rather that of equals. Please open it.” He gestured with his hand for you to continue.
You pulled a side of the ribbon and it unraveled the bow, opening the box. There was a cloak neatly folded into a square nestled underneath some decorative paper. Solomon grabbed for the box as you pulled the cloak out admiring the details. It mirrored that of his cloak. From the gold embroidered along the sleeves all the way down to the starry sky like pattern that faded from black to blue.
“Solomon….I don’t know what to say…this is…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, but he finished it for you, “It’s the passing of the cloak. And I’m proud to say your now a full-fledged sorcerer. Congratulations MC. I’m looking forward to working with you as equals now protecting the human realm and representing humanity in The Devildom.”
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