#obey me lucifer x mc
Mc: *Kissing Lucifer’s head* “I’ve gotta go, darling. Have a wonderful day.”
Lucifer: “Don’t tell me what to do.”
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Happy Haunted Houses?
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Description: Lucifer and you are doing inspection rounds on the Haunted Houses ... but it seems none of his brothers are sticking to the "haunted" part.
(Lucifer x GN!MC)
Note: A slight fix-it/rewrite of Lucifer's Happy Haunted Houses? Devilgram. We were unhappy with how it mischaracterized Lucifer, so I decided to fix it. Not my usual writing style, so forgive the quality of this.
Can also be found on AO3 here.
LordDiavolo: The mask suits you.
“There you are, MC.” Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as you hear the familiar deep voice, startling you out of your reverie. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Was this déjà vu? You could have sworn this was the exact same scene you had to face earlier, when the masks had revealed just how tantalizing your soul was to the demons who regularly surround you. You turn to see Lucifer standing before you, that eerie smiling mask firmly in place. A deep breath, and you remind yourself that the entire cursed mask ordeal is now over. You’re safe.
“You sure like that mask, huh?” You wonder if the wariness is evident in your voice.
“Not entirely.” The sigh that leaves Lucifer puts you at ease. “Apparently, our masks made an impression on the guests. Quite a few comments were made about how the haunted houses felt that much more frightening.” He shrugs, pulling the loose end of one of the bloody bandages that is wrapped around his right hand to tighten its hold. “So, in the end, we decided to include them in the production.” He pauses, his voice growing quieter. “And, well, the curse isn’t an issue anymore.”
It’s best not to stay on the subject of the curse, so you give him a smile. “It suits you.”
“...What makes you say that?”
“It goes with your whole vibe.” You motion to his whole costume, the elegantly spooky attire fitting him perfectly. “And, everything looks good on you.”
“Oh? Ever the flatterer.” There’s amusement in his voice, though he shakes his head. “I suppose it does work with this costume nicely, yes. Which reminds me...I secured a mask for you, as well.” He holds up a mask, matching the strangeness of the others. “Since you’ve gone through the effort of wearing a costume, why not try it on?”
“I’d love to!” Gently taking the mask in your hands, you ease it onto your head, adjusting it so that you can see out of its eyes. With a flourish of your arms, you strike a pose. “So, how does it look?”
“Hm, while it does compliment your attire … in the end, you’d be better off without it.” You can practically hear the frown in his voice.
“Why, doesn’t it suit me?” You tilt your head, tapping at the hard shell of the mask.
“That’s not the issue here.” He shakes his head. “The problem is that I can’t see your face when you’re wearing it, and that makes me anxious. So, it won’t be necessary.”
You can’t help the small smile that curves your lips, though it’s safely hidden. “Well, what if I said the same? Not seeing your face makes me anxious too, you know.”
“Ah, well…” Even with his features obscured, you know he’s got knotted brows trying to come up with another excuse. You hear the faint sound of leather stretching as his fingers curl into the palms of his hand, relax, and curl again.
“Here, I won’t wear the mask fully. You can still see part of my face, even if I can’t see yours. Deal?” You adjust the mask to sit on your face just so, barely covering a quarter of your visage. “You went through the trouble of getting me one, so I’d like to wear it, at least like this.”
“Fine, fine.” He relents, stepping forward to lightly bump your chin with his gloved hand. “Now, I suppose we had better start on our rounds. After all, someone has to make sure that those slackers are taking things seriously.”
AsmoBaby: I want to go back to that haunted house!
It was amusing how a holiday like Halloween could take such a hold on the Devildom, where haunting atmospheres and creepy sights were the norm. Ever since Diavolo introduced the idea of celebrating the human world holiday here, the denizens of the underworld found great fun in it all. As you walk through the halls of RAD, however, there is something that makes everything seem even more unsettling than usual.
“The RAD campus has turned into a sea of masks. Did they start passing them out to everyone?” Lucifer murmurs, scanning the crowd.
“It’s cool, but .. also hard to tell who’s who.” You step closer to Lucifer, becoming acutely aware of your surroundings.
“Indeed. I hope that no one tries to take advantage of that.” Lucifer sighs, fixing his hat in place with a pull on its brim. He offers you his arm, which you gladly lock with your own. “Mammon and Levi’s haunted house should be the closest one to us. Let’s go check up on them.”
As the two of you approach the location of the projected town, it becomes very clear that there is no haunted house in session here. You can feel the bass vibrating under the soles of your feet before you’ve even stepped within the boundaries of the area that Leviathan had carefully set up.
A groan from the first-born. “...Could someone explain to me why visitors at a haunted house are dancing up a storm? And just where are those two?”
Before you can get out a quip about how this seemed to be more of Asmodeus’ scene, you hear a familiar voice over the speakers.
“Yeeeeeah! Let’s kick it up a notch!” There, you can see Mammon standing atop a platform with a mic in hand, still in full costume. He’s answered with a burst of cheers.
“Coming up next is the Ruri Hana Theme Dance Remix!” Next to him is Leviathan, who is the last demon you would expect to be in a situation like this. “DJing anime songs is life!” Ah, that explains it.
“This isn’t right. What self-respecting haunted house would even have a turntable?” Lucifer crosses his arms. Despite the big grin on his mask, you knew he was rolling his eyes beneath it. “If they were going to do this, they should at least be playing some cursed songs. Aside from their outfits, there isn’t a single thing here that could be seen as frightening.”
“Well, they’ve at least gathered quite a crowd?” You offer, looking around at the mass of costumed demons. “Though it’s a crowd of partiers and not of freaked out students.”
“Yes, this is far from the intended result. I’ll have to have a good talk with those two after this is all over.” A shake of his head. “Although, considering this is Mammon and Leviathan, the two who are so often terrified themselves, I guess this isn’t at all surprising.”
“No, it’s not.” You laugh, taking a hold of Lucifer’s hand and tugging him along with you. He briefly sputters in protest, but otherwise doesn’t resist. “While we’re here, we might as well have a good time. Why not have a drink? One glass of Demonus, at least?” You stop at one of the bars that has been set up, grabbing a hold of two flutes of the beverage.
“...Only one. We are supposed to continue with our inspection rounds after this, after all.” He takes a hold of one of the flutes, examining it in the light. “Why is the color of this Demonus so strange? Did they put some syrup in it?” He moves his mask to the side, and you’re surprised by how relieved you are to see his face, even just for this brief moment.
“Well, no matter. Cheers.” He raises his drink towards you with a small smile. The two of you clink your glasses together before taking a large sip of the Demonus -- though you both nearly choke on it as a sickening sweetness overtakes your tongues.
“..Eugh! It’s so sweet!” The look of disgust on Lucifer’s face has you burst out in laughter, though you probably look no better.
“Yeah, that’s gross.” You shudder, taking the glass out of the demon’s hands and then dumping the contents of both your flutes into a nearby bush. The plant seems to instantly react, absorbing the strange Demonus as its leaves curl and dance. Devildom nature was truly a sight to behold. “At least this guy likes it.”
“Hopefully it isn’t too terribly toxic to it.” Lucifer chuckles, fixing his mask back in place. “Let’s get moving then, shall we?”
Beelzeburger: Not coming back probably.
You convinced Lucifer to dance with you as you made your way out of the party, though he teased you all the while for it. Soon, you’re greeted once more with cool air as you leave the mass of bodies and the thumping music behind you.
“Beel and Belphie are next, then.” Lucifer sighs, leading the way to their set-up. They had gone with the theme of a haunted hospital, and it looked incredible -- but there wasn’t a single soul in sight as you approached. No sounds of screams or horror, either.
Just … quiet.
“...And unlike earlier, things are rather calm. At least they aren’t up to some nonsense, like their older brothers.” Lucifer murmured, stepping through the dimly lit corridor. “Beel, Belphie. Are you here?” No response.
“Ah, looks like there’s a note there.” You point to a piece of paper stuck on the wall, words rushedly scrawled across it.
“Hungry, gone to find food. ...That would be Beel, I gather.” A sigh, and Lucifer shakes his head again. “Given how destructive he can get when he’s hungry, it might be best to let him do as he pleases. And Belphie is … ”
He’s interrupted by the snoring of the seventh-born.
“Fast asleep on one of their set pieces, I see.” The lack of surprise in his voice was amusing, though it certainly spoke to how often the brothers didn’t take things seriously.
“...What about the haunted house?” You frown, looking around at all the hard work that went into building the set, only for it to not be in proper use. “I helped them paint so much of this! Ugh, Belphie, WAKE UP!”
With a slight start, Belphegor slowly blinked his eyes open, mouth opening in a large yawn. “Huh..? Oh, hey.”
“Good job, MC.” Lucifer pulled out his D.D.D., shooting off a quick text. “I recall that Barbatos said he had been interested in this particular theme. Perhaps he can come by and liven things up.”
“Barbatos...? I mean, yeah, sure … wake me up when he gets here, I guess.” With that, Belphegor turns back over and slips right back into his slumber.
If anyone was going to put on a truly frightful show here, it would certainly be no other than torture-extraordinaire Barbatos, that you could certainly agree with. Perhaps you would have to come by later to see for yourself…
“Well, only Satan and Asmo remain… And I can’t say that I have much faith in them, either.” A huff leaves Lucifer’s lips as you both walk back through one of RAD’s hallways. “But before that, we should rest a moment.”
He leans against the wall, momentarily taking off his hat to run a hand through his raven locks. “Honestly, not a single one of my brothers is doing what was expected of them. All those preparations, and for what?”
“Hm, at least there was a good crowd at the first one. We had fun, didn’t we?” You chuckle, leaning your shoulder against the wall as you face him. “Beel and Belphie though … perhaps they weren’t the best demons for the job.”
“You can say that again.” Lucifer let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “I suppose I can let Mammon and Leviathan off the hook, yes. At least they’re doing something.”
“Probably should have had a constant supply of snacks for Beel, at least.” You sigh, wondering if even that would have been enough to keep him in place. “Speaking of, would you like something to drink?”
“Now that you mention it, I am feeling slightly parched. That disgusting Demonus earlier didn’t help.” You laugh, and he pushes himself off the wall with a chortle as he places his hat upon his head once more. “Would you like to go get something together?”
“I would, yes.” You happily agree, taking a hold of one of his hands.
“Mm, I would worry if you went off on your own.” There is a softness in his voice, making even his unsettling mask seem charming. “Keeping you within my field of vision always puts me more at ease.” Your cheeks feel warm as he shows his concern, a smile glued to your lips. “Here, there ought to be a vending machine nearby.”
A few moments later, and you both slowly sip on a couple of canned iced coffees. You can’t help but sneak a few glances at Lucifer, his mask partially moved to the side so that he can easily drink. He seems lost in thought, gaze focused on distant dark shadows. What’s on his mind..?
“You know, I can also refresh you.” A teasing comment, but one that grabs the demon’s attention and snaps him out of his thoughts. He slowly turns to look at you, brow raised as he fixes you with a mirthful look.
“Hm? And just how do you propose to do that?” An invitation.
“Like this.” Stepping closer, you take a hold of the collar of his cloak and pull him down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. He hums against you, crimson eyes narrowed as you pull away.
“And you think that’s enough to be considered refreshing? Hardly.” His voice is low, his bandaged hand coming up to take a gentle grasp of your jaw as he gives you a playful smile. “Still, we are currently on duty. I suppose I’ll have to be content with that. You can make up the rest later.” A deep laugh leaves him, and it sends a shiver down your spine. “I trust that won’t be an issue?”
You manage a nod, then clear your throat as you turn and motion down the corridor. “Well, let’s go finish up then, shall we?”
monSOLO: Helping with the line
“Finally, we come to Satan and Asmo. ...Why is there a queue?” Lucifer slows down as the both of you arrive at the last of the haunted houses. A long line of demons seem to be waiting to get in, and … was that Solomon, acting as bouncer?
“Oh! Hi, you two.” The sorcerer gave you both a sly grin. “Here to inspect?”
“Yes.” Lucifer responded warily, peering past the entrance to see what was going on.
“Well, let’s just say Asmodeus decided he got bored and wanted to do things a bit differently.” Solomon sighed, motioning with a nod of his head to what the aforementioned demon was up to.
“Hi, there! Asmo, the most beautiful ghost to ever haunt the Devildom, at your service!” Asmodeus, proudly wearing his bloody jorougumo outfit and mask, welcomed the various students that had gathered. “And, in a distant second is … “
“M-Me, Satan …” Reluctantly taking part was the fourth-born, looking rather defeated as he adjusted his veil.
“The line for pictures starts here! Don’t forget to upload them to your Devilgram for us, m’kay?” Asmodeus cheerfully rang out, elbowing Satan in the side. “And we’ve got some wonderful tea and treats to the side over there, made by yours truly!”
Lucifer was silent, but you could tell that he was irked.
“...At least they’re pretending to be ghosts?” It was no haunted house, but perhaps there was something to be said about it now being a social media attraction. “And, there is quite a line, so I guess people really want to take a picture with them.”
“That seems to be as far as they’re going, though. What about the haunted house itself?” The first-born takes a deep breath, turning away from the scene. “I give up. Let’s just move on, MC.”
“Enjoy the rest of your evening!” Solomon calls out after both of you, though he quickly turns his attention to a demon trying to cut the line as you both disappear from sight.
Despite being done with your initial inspection rounds, your evening became far from enjoyable. A fight had suddenly broken out among some students, blowing up into a huge ordeal as claws and fangs came out, inhibitions lowered no doubt by Demonus running through their veins. Lucifer and yourself had been alerted to it as you heard a loud crash in passing -- followed by a series of more blows and shattering windows.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long to resolve -- the moment Lucifer appeared before the students, they all scrambled to stop their brawl and clean up. You didn’t want to think about how much they all would be paying for the damage … and how.
“Finally...a moment of peace.” Back in the RAD Student Council room, Lucifer eases the mask off of his face, gently placing it to the side. “Hopefully there are no other issues the rest of the night.”
He takes a few steps towards you, one hand behind his back. “Thank you for your hard work, MC. Here, hold out your hand.”
“Are you giving me something?” You slowly hold out a hand as requested, tilting your head to the side.
“It is Halloween, after all. I made sure to stock up on candy for Beel. While it’s not fair compensation for your time, it’s the best I can offer at the moment.” He places a large candy bar in the palm of your hand, the wrapper iridescent and captivating. “I’d offer you more of it, but it’s limited edition and that’s about all I can save from Beelzebub’s grasp.” He chuckled, loosely crossing his arms. “You truly went above and beyond today. Consider this my thanks.”
“Please, I didn’t do all that much.” You shook your head, smiling as you tucked the candy bar away for later. “But, thank you. You also worked really hard, so I’d like to reward you, too.”
“Come a little closer, then. Simply being near you is enough to boost my spirits.” That soft smile he so often reserved for you could make your heart melt. He took a seat at one of the lounging sofas, patting the space next to him. You readily oblige, scooting up close to cuddle against his large frame as he wraps an arm around you.
“I would appreciate it if we could stay like this for a short while.” He sighs, leaning his head against yours. “Mm, much better. While the others seem to derive pleasure from fooling around, I prefer these unassuming moments with you.” Your heart flutters, sinking into his warmth. “Getting to spend these last few moments of the holiday with you has kept it from being one of the worst ones I’ve had to endure.”
“Worst ones?” A dumb question, you think, the moment it leaves your lips. Still, you carefully turn to look up at him, feeling a tightness in your chest as you see the sorrowful look in those pools of red.
“Not about my brothers being fools. That’s normal.” A somber chuckle. “...But about what happened with you, my brothers, and the masks. I don’t know what I would have done had I hurt you, or if any of my brothers had. Knowing that they were all lost to the masks’ curse, and that I was barely holding on, well...” A shudder of a breath leaves him as he shakes his head, his hand going to rub your arm as he squeezes you closer to him. “I don’t think I’ve been frightened like that in quite some time.”
Lips pursed for a moment, you shift slightly to hold Lucifer’s face in your hands, thumb brushing his cheek. You treasured these moments, where he let his walls down and allowed himself to be vulnerable. “Well, I’m here, alive and breathing, and all of you are your normal selves. It’s all over now.”
Lucifer sighs, gently grasping one of your wrists as he turns his head to place a kiss on the palm of your hand. “Yes, it’s all over now.”
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Blowjob- Lucifer X Mc
Blowjob- Lucifer X Mc
A hand discreetly brushes down the back of Mc’s back as Diavolo talks to everyone about what they were going to be doing next during another one of his sleepovers. A shiver runs down her spine as she leans gently into Lucifer, trying to not draw attention to their playful touches. The next couple of hours were filled with longing gazes across the room, fleeting touches when they were able to get close enough, and even the occasional glare (pout) from Lucifer when one of his brothers got too close to Mc. Finally as the night was winding down and most groups were going their own way, leaving them with some private time.
Walking through the halls of the castle, Lucifer grasps Mc’s hand, suddenly pulling her into a vacant room. The door shuts behind them with a click before he presses her against the door, crashing his lips into hers in a passionate kiss. A moan escapes Mc’s lips, parting to let his tongue slip in as he deepens the kiss. Mc’s fingers thread though his raven hair as she presses her body into his warmth, a whimper escaping her lips as he bites down on her bottom lip before trailing down her neck to bite into her pulse.
A curse leaves her lips as her mouth drops from the sensation of his lips on her sensitive skin as a leg wraps around his waist in desperation.
A low chuckle rumbles through his chest, “Keep it down, Love. Don’t want us to be caught now do you,” He teases against her skin, the action making her walls clench with need.
Mc brings his head back up to steal a kiss from him as his hand comes up to grope her chest though her shirt, brushing against the clothed hard bud as he kisses her breathless. Mc’s hand goes down to grope his clothed erection, the feel of how hard he was already making her weak in the knees.
Lucifer pulls away with a hum, “Do you want this,” He questions as he takes Mc’s hand to grip his cock tightly, making her pump it the way he wanted her too.
Mc nods as she bites her bottom lip, her mouth watering at his actions as she unzips his pants to release his cock for her to fondle. She pulls it out, enjoying the way it throbbed in her hand as she slowly stroked it without taking her eyes away from him. Stroking him with a steady pace she enjoyed the feel of how hot and ready he was in her hands, his precum slicking up his cock as she continued her menstruation before getting down on her knees in front of him. Without breaking eye contact, Mc let's her tongue glide up the underneath of his cock before taking him in her mouth with a hum. Mc flattens her touge as she takes him to the back of her throat, the feel of him twitching inside her mouth making her cunt ache, his hand coming to thread into her hair as she bobs her head on his cock.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” Lucifer pants as he watches her with hooded eyes, the sight of her happily devouring his cock making it hard not to throw caution and plow into her mouth.
Pushing her head all the way down on his cock and holding it there with a moan brings a visible shutter from Lucifer as she swirls her tongue on her way back up. Lucifer's mouth drops open as she continues to work his head with one hand pumping his base and the other massaging his balls. Grunts and praises fall from Lucifer's lips as he thrust up into the warmth of her mouth, the sensation driving him closer over the edge as Mc’s mouth works its magic. Mc feels his cock pulse and swell inside her mouth as she pushes it to the back of her throat, reveling in the feeling of his hand tightening in her hair and the moan that was pulled from his lips. The feeling of him cuming hard in the back of her throat causes a shutter to run up her spine as Mc makes a show of swallowing every last drop, pumping his cock to make sure she gets everything before pulling off with a lewd plop.
Mc gets pulled to her feet for a kiss as Lucifer reaches between her legs, “Let me repay the favor, Love.”
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Puuuhhh... my first time trying a manhwa inspired comic lmao
It took me ages. So will I do it again? Who knows...
And yes I tried to draw my grandma/mother lmao
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Moments at House of lamentation
Pairing: there's no specific pairing, it's mainly about brothers. You can consider mc as poly in this one, also mc is gender neutral.
Warnings: fluff, didn't proofread
Synopsis: Heartwarming moments/incidents you are allowed to witness at house of lamentation but aren't allowed to talk about ever. (These are more or less small headcanons I imagined instead of doing my assignment;;;)
You can read part 2 here
Lucifer keeps the lights of corridor on at night and door of his bedroom open. Mainly for Mammon. Avatar of greed gets frequent nightmares and is afraid of darkness, whenever he is scared he would just climb up Lucifer's bed without making any sound and curl up there trembling. Lucifer would occasionally give him headpats till he fall asleep.
One night when you and Lucifer were sharing bed, Mammon came shaking because of a bad dream and you both made him sleep in your middle and hugged him till he fell asleep.
Whenever Mammon wins a gamble or bet, he secretly buys things for his brothers and sneaks in their rooms to leave those there.
No one in entire Devildom is allowed to speak ill about Mammon other than his brothers, if someone does they will be skinned alive by other six avatars of sins.
After getting strung up from ceiling or getting tortured by Cerberus as a punishment, Mammon always finds pain reliever and ointments in his desk's drawer.
Lucifer recieves six anonymous cards on mother's day and father's day both. He has kept all of them safe in his hidden Stash.
Whenever you are busy, Levi drags Mammon with him in his every rendezvous because Other than you He's most comfortable around Mammon.
Whenever there's a gathering Lucifer always give headpats to Levi before going, transferring a little bit of his sin to him because he knows how much insecure Levi feels in crowded places.
Asmodeus always hugs his brothers(including you) before any of their big events, rubbing his charms off on them secretly.
Satan has bought injured and dying animals several times and nursed them with Mammon,Asmo and You.
Several times Belphie has written his brother's assignments for them.
One family movie night is a must within interval of 15 days. No matter whatever everyone is doing, they will join.
Sometimes when Lucifer falls asleep in his desk due to overworking and exhaustion, he has found his remaining work done in the next morning with a lingering presence of wrath in his room.
Satan visits Cerberus secretly every night with treats in hopes of being friends with him. Once Cerberus fell sick and Satan cried entire day until Lucifer brought the four legged back on the next morning and Cerberus jumped on satan licking him to oblivion.
Whenever Beel hears any new food his brothers or you have fallen for, on the next morning you would get that on breakfast table. Fresh and homemade.
Once Lucifer cooked pudding for everyone as desert but neither you not he could taste it himself because the six of his brothers faught eachother and finished everything before he could eat it himself. While doing the dishes at night he licked the serving spoon to get a taste of his pudding and realised he had accidentally put salt in pudding instead of sugar.
As a child Satan used to enact as Lucifer infront of mirror with a spare Cape of him. Now whenever he gets episodes and you aren't around to calm him, he hugs that Cape to calm himself.
Whenever Asmo designs something new, he would first send it to Levi for his opinion. If Levi approves then Asmo sends it to his consecutive customer.
Belphie has charmed Lucifer several times to sleep to save him from collapsing.
Once Beel was extremely upset after losing a match that he refused to eat dinner and cried entire evening in his room. That night everyone watched comedy movie in a cuddle pile till Beel fell asleep.
Whenever Lucifer buys souvenirs from a new place, he always buys 8 in total.
Beel always goes to Lucifer's room before sleeping at night to remind him to take medicines.
Majority of the time in Asmo's fashion shows, show stopper is Mammon.
Whenever any of his brothers are upset, Levi forces them to play with him just to lose intentionally to make his brothers feel better.
Everyone has a secret folder/stash in their rooms or DDDs only filled with goofy family photos.
Lucifer has a drawer filled with his brother's childhood toys and some significant clothes. He cherishes them more than any jewel.
I may or may not write bigger headcanons based on these small ones sometime but for now these are all I've got.
Thank you so much for reading, stay healthy and safe 💜
Taglist: @mammonprotectionsquad <3
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that one card that takes a bit too long to load :
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Can you do the brothers reacting to S.O. MC always having an unidentifiably "familiar" scent and then finding a spray bottle with the brother's perfume in it, diluted so that it doesn't overpower MC's but still gives them a subtle trace of the brother's scent? Which brothers do you expect would take up the practice so that they always have MC's scent lingering on them?
I think demons and angels would have a better sense of smell than humans so wearing one of the brother’s perfumes would be like Mc marking themself as the demon’s partner.
It’s not foolproof of course, after all, other demons can buy the same perfume. But between the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos everyone wears different scents so it would be clear to all of them whos perfume you are wearing.
Lucifer has been using the same cologne for several decades now. It’s honestly surprising that it hasn’t gone out of style, or become associated with old people(Like how certain human colognes or perfume is only used by your grandparents). It’s distinctive but elegant and simple enough to be timeless.
Lucifer first notices how your scent is oddly familiar a few weeks after you return to the Devildom with Solomon.
Something about your new scent is immensely gratifying to his senses.
It makes his pride flare, and he finds himself far less worried about his brothers or Diavolo trying to steal you away.
Much to his embarrassment, Lucifer finds himself nuzzling into your neck as if to scent you while trying to identify the change.
It’s early yet and you’re still curled up asleep in his bed when he finds the simple-looking perfume bottle on your desk as he is fetching you a fresh set of clothes to change into.
He stops to examine the bottle, thinking that perhaps he should bring this to you as well. Although he loathes to let you cover up his scent.
He opens the bottle to ensure it won't completely overpower his scent on you, and for a moment he thinks he must have used a bit too much of his own perfume this morning. He sniffs it again and realizes that while it is similar to his own scent, it’s different. Muddled, diluted with something, water, and perhaps a bit of your own perfume/cologne.
His lips curl into a smirk as he realizes that he’s caught his cologne thief. He’d assumed that he’d simply misplaced a bottle of his cologne but now realizes that you must have taken it back to the human realm with you and made this.
Lucifer falls in love with you all over again. He is so enamored with the idea that you want to smell like him, essentially letting other demons and angels know that you are his.
When you wake, he is sitting next to you. Still smug. Pride radiating off him in self-satisfied waves. Toying with your perfume bottle. “Mc, my dear, if you would like to let others know you are taken I would be happy to mark you more clearly.”
You swear he likes to fluster you just for his own enjoyment.
“When this is gone,” he says holding up the perfume bottle “you are welcome to more of my cologne, you needn't resort to thievery, my love.”
He won’t take up the practice himself, but if you have to be away from each other for an extended time he’ll ask for a bottle of your perfume/cologne to keep your scent fresh and near.
Mammon is snooping in your room again. Not to steal this time, he swears! It was just to figure out what kind of gift you’d like.
The perfume bottle looks expensive, so he picks it up. Thinking that buying you a new bottle might be a good gift.
It doesn’t have any labels so he opens it to see if he recognizes the fragrance.
He is so, so embarrassed to find out that it is a diluted version of his scent! Poor Mammon, he is so flustered when he finds out that he drops the bottle, shattering it on your bedroom floor.
Suddenly it all clicks into place for him. The reason he had been so much more protective of you. Why he had found himself resisting the urge to mark you as his more than he usually had to.
You’d been making yourself smell like him, marking yourself for him. Mammon is over the moon. You want to be his. You’re already together of course, but you want other demons to know you’re together.
It takes everything Mammon has to stop himself from going to get you right now. From bringing you to his room and marking you himself.
But he’s got a bigger problem to handle first. Your room is a mess, floor covered in glass and perfume and he’s got to fix this before you get back.
When you open your door Mammon is still trying to clean everything up and air out your room, you recognize the scent of the spilled perfume and you feel the embarrassment overwhelm you.
Mammon is looking at you, face red and stuttering out an apology. “I swear I wasn't trying to steal nothin'. I just-” He flounders gesturing to your desk “it was an accident Mc! Picked you up a new bottle of mine so you can…” if possible his face gets even redder.
“Mammon if you don’t like it I can stop.”
“What? No! Of course, you’d wanna smell like the great Mammon! Besides, I don’t want anyone else thinkin they can make a move on ya. You should keep doin it.”
Mammon won’t ask for any of your perfume/cologne but he will borrow(steal) a little of it every once in a while. Mostly when he’s going somewhere he can’t take you. It makes him feel closer to you. And it has the added benefit of preventing any demons from making a move on him, letting them know he’s taken.
Levi can’t quite put his finger on where he’s smelled your new perfume/cologne before.
It’s familiar, but he can’t place it no matter how hard he tries.
For some reason, it makes him less jealous when his brothers are around you. Like he doesn’t have to worry about you realizing they are better than him anymore.
Levi might not notice what your new scent is but his brothers sure do.
Asmo gives you knowing little winks and you could swear you’ve seen Mammon crinkle his nose in distaste at you.
Levi doesn’t figure out why your scent is so familiar until he finds you in his room pouring some of his perfume into a different bottle.
You’re startled when Levi takes the bottle from your hand and tilts your head to the side to smell your neck.
He takes a step back from you red to the tips of his ears “M-mc you-” He gapes at you for a moment “You can’t just do that without warning me!” he whines. “You know other demons can- my brothers can- it’s like you’re telling everyone you’re mine.”
“I know, Asmo gave me the idea. He said demons use their scent to mark their significant others. I’m sorry Levi, are you mad?”
“Mad? You want to smell like me, how could I be mad when I’ve wanted to-to mark you for months? I just didn’t want to...creep you out...with all that. Y-you can still use my cologne just ask. Thought you were Mammon stealing for a second.” He says covering his blushing face with his hands.
Levi is awake for a long time that night, even after you’ve long since drifted off curled up next to him in his bathtub bed. He’s caught up in the fact that you want to smell like him and he wonders if maybe he could do the same thing with your perfume/cologne.
Eventually, he’ll ask for some of your perfume/cologne but it’ll take him several weeks to finally blurt out the question.
Somehow your scent is different, more familiar.
It sets him at ease, like seeing you in his jacket or finding you sleeping in one of his shirts.
It clicks that you are using his scent when he notices how fast he is going through the bottle of his cologne.
His face heats up and oh my, you’re using his scent. That's why it was so familiar.
Once the surprise has passed, his lips curl up in a wicked grin.
Oh Mc, Satan is so pleased. He is so in love with you.
He has you meet him in his room to confront you. His cologne in hand, lips curled up in a smirk. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mc?”
You tell him about how you dilute his perfume with yours so that you smell a little like him and meekly apologize for stealing from him.
Satan’s smirk grows as you explain, and when you fall silent he pulls you into his arms. “I like having my scent on you kitten. But you know there are other ways I can leave my scent on you if you’d like?” he murmurs, kissing across your cheekbone and down your jawline.
He sounds so confident but there is proof of his own emotions in the red dusting his cheeks.
Satan might dilute some of your perfume/cologne if there is a particular reason he wants other demons to know he’s taken. Maybe an event he can’t bring you to or if there has been a particularly stubborn demon not taking no for an answer.
To be honest Satan would rather have you leave your scent naturally. By sleeping on his pillows or wearing his jacket.
If you have to go to the human realm without him for any length of time, Satan will pick up your habit and start diluting some of your chosen scent with his while you're gone.
It doesn’t take long for Asmo to figure out why your scent is so familiar.
He knows exactly how long a bottle of perfume will last him and has a sixth sense for knowing when someone has moved any of his beauty products.
“Mc, darling, it’s sweet that you want my mark on you but if you keep stealing from me I’ll have to punish you,” he sings.
“Is that a promise Asmo?”
He brings you your very own bottle of his cologne.
The fact that you dilute his scent with yours brings Asmo to his knees. It’s so cute! But also such a tease! He’d love to leave his scent on you in other ways too.
But first, he just wants to curl up and cuddle with you. Knowing that you want to advertise your relationship so openly makes him feel truly loved.
The feeling overwhelms Asmo and he is so, so happy that his feelings for you are returned just as strongly.
Asmo will definitely take up the practice so your scent always lingers on him as well.
Asmo is not ashamed or shy about your relationship and any demon who insinuates he should be is playing a dangerous game.
There is no hesitation in his voice when he asks for a bottle of your perfume/cologne in exchange for his.
He likes knowing his scent lingers on you and flaunts the fact that yours lingers on him.
Expect to exchange bottles of perfume on holidays.
Beel’s nose picks up the change in your scent immediately.
It’s familiar and yet hidden beneath your own scent just enough that he can’t place it.
This is frustrating for him because he’s never had so much trouble placing a scent before.
But he likes the addition as well.
In the end, it’s Belphie who rats you out to his twin. “You know I'm sure Beel would have more fun if he got to mark you himself, Mc.”
Beel puts down the muffin he’d had halfway to his mouth to look at you, realization flashing across his face.
He smiles happily at you, light blush dusting his face.
He’ll give you your own bottle of his cologne.
But he’ll also explain how having his scent linger on you is a way that demons mark their significant others. He wants to make sure you know that you are advertising your relationship to other demons.
When you assure him you’re ok with that he’ll ask if he can do the same with some of your perfume/cologne. That way other demons know he’s yours too.
Belphie notices right away.
It’s obvious that the new addition to your scent is his when you’re napping in his bed with him and the new portion of your scent blends seamlessly with the blankets and pillows around you.
Belphie gets a mischievous smirk on his face as he nuzzles his face in your hair. “There are better ways for you to wear my scent, Mc.”
He doesn’t stop you from using some of his perfume to dilute and mix with your own.
In fact, he encourages the practice.
He likes the fact that other demons will know who your heart belongs to.
With his scent lingering on you it’s very unlikely that other demons(his brothers) will make a move on you.
He won’t adopt the practice himself.
Not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s a lot of work to dilute perfume so perfectly.
But if you were to make it for him, he would wear it everywhere.
He finds your scent calming, so having it linger on him would be very nice. Why else would blankets occasionally go missing from your bed?
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The urge to get bred by one and only, Lucifer is strong tonight😔
𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌. lucifer x gn!reader, breeding kink, pwp
oh of course! 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 would love to breed you.
but i’d say he was never really into breeding until he met you. he was sensible and wasn't a fan of the mess but you instantly had him wrapped around your fingers more than you did already when he discovered how tight your walls clenched around his thick cock.
we all know lucifer is a busy, touch-starved man and will take any act of intimacy and run with it. filling you up with ropes of his thick, white cum would be the utmost form of sexual intimacy to him.
he completely succumbs to you in the bedroom.
he's almost drunk on how well you take his length, constantly thinking about how brilliantly it slips in and out. you feel his desperation in each sloppy thrust and the slapping of his balls as he bottoms you out. he’s so eager to coat your insides that even if you're riding him, he can't help but buck his hips right into your sweet spot.
he isn’t afraid of letting out throaty groans and it’s always such a pretty sight seeing the hair on his face bouncing erratically with his movements. his pride pushed to the side, he looks rather soft and when he cums inside you, he’s so vocal.
he hasn’t fucked you like this in a while and the sensitivity makes him shudder while he’s still inside you. he face finds the crook of your neck and your skin is met with his warm, panting breath.
in most cases, he doesn't breed you because he wants to mark you his, he breeds you because you're making him lose his fucking mind. only you have the power to make him this way and in these moments, you practically have full control over him. you make him too insatiable for his own good. you might even have to tame him.
𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘. I tried to edit this while in a very chaotic voice chat so excuse any errors hfdfhfdghf
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How the older brothers would react to you running up to them and giving them a tackle hug
I'm expecting absolutely no one to see this and if I change my mind and post it, oh well. this was written at literally 1 AM.
The dude was tired
He just told off Mammon for doing dumb shit again
and then suddenly
human running towards him
so his brain is just trying to recover from being frustrated and there's a human running to him at full speed
so what did he do
he opened his arms and caught you, of course
you should expect nothing less from the avatar of pride 😉
for a moment he's like "wtf human what are you doing"
then it kicks in like "oh this is affection. it's nice. I like."
but of course he'll never admit it
and yeah he's gonna lightly scold you for running into his arms without giving a warning.
"It seems you're getting a little too comfortable with me, hm? as much as I enjoy having you in my arms, I'd rather you ask me next time instead of running at me."
If you even manage to surprise him that would be impressive
no joke, this man is literally grabbing onto you for dear life at every given moment.
so if you do catch him off guard and just run at him, congrats!
Mammon has very fast reflexes, so he opens his arms just as you run at him, and you almost topple him over
so he goes from
"error. Mammon.exe has stopped working due to overheating. please try again later."
and of course he gets all red and tsundere-ish
but if you try to pull away he won't let you
congrats you're stuck with Mammon for the rest of the day
"O-oi! Human! W-what were ya tryna do, r-running into my arms like that... O-of course you'd wanna to tackle hug the Great Mammon! I'M NOT BLUSHING ITS JUST WARM IN HERE."
how did you even find him outside of his room???
I mean, you could try in his room but considering all the clutter in there...
so in the rare case of him being out of his room, that's when you strike
I'd like to say he'd catch you gracefully, like in a scene of an anime, but knowing him... poor otaku boy doesn't have the strength or reflexes for that
instead, you run straight into him and you both end up on the floor
and he gets redder than Mammon, if that's even possible
like I swear Levi straight up invented a new shade of red
he starts stuttering and the only way you can understand him is if you learn Morse code.
you thought the y/n in Wattpad fanfics stuttered a lot? check out Levi, who can barely form a sentence!
"I- You- wha- how- no- huh????"
and once he gets over it, he starts rambling about how it looked like a scene from an anime you guys watched.
"W-what you did... it was like what the main character did to their love interest on 'The Day I Thought I Was Going To Be Graduating From College But Then A Storm Came And I Got Struck By Lightning And Got Brought To A Different Dimension And Then Was Introduced To A Deity And I'm Now Her Apprentice Can Someone Please Tell Me What's Going On???'!"
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Date bled or demon bros react to mc likes to nap and cuddle throughout the day
I’ll do the brothers! :D
…MC get off of him. He’s in a meeting.
Aaaaaaaaand they’re napping. Wonderful.
At first, Lucifer is annoyed that he’s got another Belphie on his hands, especially during the time when Belphie’s locked in the attic. How dare MC remind him of the brother that he’s holding under house arrest >:c
But once the relationship grows, Lucifer submits to the snuggles. Luci quickly realizes that he’s very not used to cuddling.
As long as MC isn’t napping through their classes, they’re good. Nap whenever you want, MC, just make sure your homework is done.
MC should expect the cuddling to be one sided in public, but behind closed doors? Hoo boy, the man’s attached to MC like a koala to a tree.
MC may have also accidentally fixed his sleep schedule… it’s just… why does he feel sleepy when he sees them nap? *yawn*
He’s just going to rest his eyes for a second, the paperwork can wait.
G-gah! Stupid human! What do they think they’re doin’ cuddling up to him like that!? They do know he’s a demon right?
For the first little while, Mammon tsuderes it up, but he gets so easily flustered whenever MC leans on him that it renders everything he says pretty much meaningless.
The first time MC ever fell asleep on him it was absolutely magical. He slowly patted their head and refused to move until the next day. Sure, his back hurt and he didn’t get any sleep, but MC was just so cute dammit!
Deeper into the relationship, Mammon is the happiest demon alive because he doesn’t need to ask for snuggles! He just plops himself down next to MC and his human just cuddles up next to him!
His absolute favourite thing is when MC falls asleep on his lap. They did it in public once and Mammon took this opportunity to flex. Yeah, he has a cute human that likes to cuddle him, do you?!
Mammon’s only wish is that MC would be more awake when he’s explaining his totally legit business ideas, they always seem to fall asleep once he gets goin’
SISJDJSJSJDJDJSJJAJAKALSKA- PHYSICAL CONTACT?!?!?! WITH HIM?! it’s more likely than you’d think.
First part of the relationship when Levi had just made a pact with MC, he was kind of confused. He had tried to murk this normie just a couple of days ago and now they’re cuddling up next to him? What’s that abou-
Levi.exe has stopped working.
Yeah, Levi blue screening happens a LOT. It takes literal months for MC and Levi to snuggle properly on a regular basis.
As totally Kawaii MC is when they nap on him, they just need to see how this fight scene is animated! MC! MC! Look! Homura and Mami are- WAKE UP AND LOOK AT THIS!
Cuddling in public causes Levi to die a flustered death. Fs in the chat everyone, had a good life, he did.
Though, it makes him feel so much more comfortable whenever MC just holds his hand out in public and doesn’t make a big deal about it. It makes him feel safe ^.^
At first, Satan was taking notes on how this human got so comfortable so quickly that they just started cuddling people and napping everywhere. Hm, humans appear to be quite adaptable… interesting.
They also seem to lack any sense of danger. Well, at least this one does.
Later down the line though, when MC first crawled into Satan’s lap to nap, it rivalled the first time a cat chose him. This was wild.
Snuggles… while reading stories… yes please…
Okay, that part sounded better than it ended up being. MC fell asleep while cuddling and ended up right on Satan’s arm, then in their sleep, MC basically locked Satan’s entire right side into a vice grip and couldn’t be pried off. Basically, Satan had to reread the same page of his book over and over and over again because he didn’t want to wake up MC.
Well, call it a learning experience, and Satan loves to learn, so next time, he was prepared for MC’s death cuddles.
Apparently he wasn’t prepared enough because the exact same thing happened again… multiple times more.
MC is literally a walking relaxant, Satan is significantly less filled with burning rage when they’re around. Notice I said less filled, he will still cut a bitch.
Oh~ how bold! MC just plopped themselves down next to him and cuddled up close to him!
At first, Asmo was amused by all the cuddling MC was doing and made quite a few less than wholesome jokes about it. The Avatar of Lust has a dirty mind! Shocker!
But hark! (The herald angels siiiiing-) Asmo actually… likes platonic snuggles?!?! What is this sorcery?!
If MC and Asmo don’t enter a romantic relationship, my man still needs his cuddle quota met, ASAP.
If they do end up dating, hoo boy, MC and Asmo sure do a lot of snuggling, and “snuggling”.
But overall, Asmo loves being held and cuddled, and sleep is good for one’s skin!
Congratulations MC, they have made Beel more sad about his twin being gone just by existing :D
Once the custard incident happens and MC and Beel grow closer, oh man, oh man oh man, is he in desperate need of cuddles.
If MC ever falls asleep anywhere and needs to get from point A to point B, fret not, Beel is prepared. He will gently pick them up and they will awaken at point B. How nice!
Once Belphie gets his ass out of the attic, MC has competition.
Not really, Beel has enough love to go around. Both his sleepy beans can get carried around and cuddled with. Beel is big and strong for a reason.
Since MC has a vice grip while they cuddle, Beel kind of walks around with them clinging to his arm like a sloth to a tree. Belphie also picks up on this behaviour and starts doing it too.
Someone (*cough* Levi and Mammon *cough*) took a picture and posted it on Devilgram and now it’s kind of a meme template.
Gasp! Whomst- whomst is this human who comes before him and cuddles up close to him? This must be his soulmate! His other half! His destined partner!
…his destined partner was drooling all over his cardigan.
Ah well, two can play that game motherfucker. *SNORE*
Anyway, Belphie and MC? I would say power couple but in reality, the two just do a lot of snuggling and sleeping, it’s like they’re attached at the hip.
The two are always touching in some way, Belphie resting his head on MC’s shoulder, MC attaching themselves to Belphie’s torso like a koala, the two of them trading spit with each other… you get the idea.
It gets weird when the two start legitimately visiting each other in dreams, it gets so frequent it basically becomes a date night thing to just sleep and do weird shit in dreamland.
“Hey MC do you wanna hang out?” “Sorry, can’t, it’s date night. *SNORE*” “Yeah, shoo. *S N O R E*”
On their most recent date, MC and Belphie fought a dragon and then ate a giant cake.
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*Mc and Mammon sitting in jail together*
Mammon: So who should we call?
Mc: I’d call Lucifer, but I feel safer in jail
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OM!Brothers When They See You Crying:
Lucifer, Mammon and Satan
Tw: Self-deprecating thoughts
Hurt/Comfort... turned to angst.
You were worthless.
Is what you thought, as you wondered why you couldn't bring yourself up to actually go and do your works and responsibilities around the house, instead choosing to just lay in bed, scrolling mindlessly through the same three apps for the fourth time that day, and being utterly useless.
Others' nagging, whether it is to accompany them to another place or to finish your bloody chores, only served to stress you out even more, and your motivation's level's at an all-time-low...
Perhaps you needed some rest?
You caught sight of the never-ending pile of work on the nearby table, and remembered your unfinished chores all around the house, each and every one of them screaming at you otherwise. How can you 'get some rest' when there's so many things to do?!
Why can't you bring yourself up and be productive, for once?
Why can't you stop being so useless...?
As you buried your face in your pillow, tears stinging in your eyes, your lover had forgotten to knock on your unlocked door, catching you in your current state.
You've told Lucifer multiple times to at least knock before he comes in, but old habits die hard, so it was an accident really... And it wasn't like he stopped by your room for no reason. It was one of those date nights where he's able to push aside his work, and he wanted to remind you of it since he knew you can be forgetful at times.
You quickly sat up at the click of the door handle turning, hurriedly wiping away your tears and sneaking a glance through your fingers to see your lover, his face, which was one of joy to see you, rapidly morphing to shock, then concerned.
"...Mc?" he called, softly.
"Lu- Lucifer... I thought you were busy with work...? What are you doing here?" You asked, a poor attempt of a smile playing on your lips.
Lucifer stayed silent for a while, observing your shaky form before replying.
"You're crying." He closed the door behind him, nearing you. You stayed silent, eyes averted, blinking rapidly as you willed your tears to please stop forming in your eyes. You didn't want him to see you like this. Being weak...
Over something that you can easily change if you just get yourself to move.
"I'm... I'll be fine..." you said, not quite lying. "Just felt a bit sad, is all."
He hummed in response, sitting next to you and pulling you into his chest. You were startled, but you didn't stop him.
"I'm here for you, you know? You don't have to hide away from me..." he whispered, patting your head.
You eyed your shoes, still holding back your tears from flowing.
"But... But I don't want you to see me like this..." you muttered, feeling his head being placed on top of yours. "Weak and pathetic." Your voice was small, vulnerable.
"You're not pathetic, and..." He turned you around so you could place your ear to his chest, letting his heartbeat soothe you. "Everyone has their weak points at some time." He said it in a voice which made it obvious he has it too, and coming from the avatar of pride, and furthermore, your lover, made you feel understood.
"Really?" Sinking into his warm embrace, tears were falling down your cheeks, wetting his designer's shirt. But he didn't prevent you. "You think I'm not useless?"
"Never." His reply was instant, a hand rubbing soothing circles down your back as he cradled you in his arms. "You'll never be useless."
He continued to retribute any worries and insecurities you might've had, whispering sweet praises of love into your ears, and as the world seemed to disappear except for the two of you, your eyes closed themselves and he coddled you with all the love and affection you deserve.
"Yo, Mc! Ya in he-" Mammon's words got caught in his throat when he saw your curled up form. His raised hand, which was holding his beloved goldie, slowly limped to his side as your quiet sobs registered into his ears, failing to be silenced by the pillows you've buried your face in.
You haven't noticed him.
His eyes were wide, frozen in spot and- another loud sob wrecked your body and he snapped out of his stupor and rushed to your side.
"Mc, are ya alright?"
You violently shuddered at the sound of his voice, curling yourself up into a smaller ball when you realized his presence.
"I'm fine." Your voice was small, weak, vulnerable. And even he can't miss the blatant lie, choosing to reach out a hand and-
"Leave me alone," you whispered, not wanting to be alone, and you regretted it the very next second when footsteps were heard moving further away from you.
Until the soft click of the door being shut reached your ears and the footsteps returned back into your comfort zone, making you bury your face in the pillows even deeper.
A dip behind you, and a hesitant hand rested on your shoulder.
"You're not okay," Mammon said, his usual brashness disappearing into thin air. "I- Do ya wanna talk about it?"
You didn't answer, nor did you move away from his touch, instead leaning into it, and he took the cue and settled in behind you, hugging you close to his chest. His arms were wrapped around your middle, the Goldie he was holding left forgotten somewhere as his calm heartbeat soothed your nerves.
"I'm- I'm here, okay?"
He wasn't used to comforting others verbally, despite having to do so multiple times already in the long course of his life, but the way he hugs you closely, protectively is proof enough of the message he was trying to convey to you.
He's here for you.
And you let your sobs out as you clutched onto his arms like your life depended on it, your grip so tight it might leave bruises on his arm the next day. But he lets you. And you cried.
"I'm worthless, Mams," you said, tears freely streaming down, causing the wet patch to grow larger on your pillow. "I'm- I'm so so worthless..."
He nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft kisses.
"But I am."
Your insistence made him pull you impossibly closer.
"You're not worthless, babe."
He leaned up on one arm, brushing a stray of hair away from your face. In other situations, he'd die before being able to do so, but you need him right now, and he's right here, pressing a few kisses to your tear-stained cheeks and the corners of your eyes.
"You're my human, and only the best can be the Great Mammon's human-"
"But I didn't do anything useful for the entire week-"
Your legs were entangled in his, your bodies pressed so close together anyone passing by would've thought only one person was laying underneath the bedcovers.
"Which is perfectly fine," he muttered. "'cause even the most wonderful of humans need rest, yeah? You're doing amazing."
And as he continued whispering sweet praises to you, calming the raging storms in your heart, you let yourself succumb to sleep in his warm embrace.
Satan stopped in his tracks before he was even able to realize his mistake of not knocking on your door, your choked sobs and uneven breath easily caught by his sharp hearing. His line of sight settled on your trembling body, crying.
He took a sharp breath.
He wasn't used to seeing you cry, see anyone cry, really, and he wasn't sure what to do, but seeing you like this made his heart break, and all he wanted to do was destroy the thing that made you cry in the first place. But he couldn't let himself leave your side, plus, he didn't know what needs destroying in the first place.
He took a calming breath, allowing the unrelenting wrath to simmer down before carefully choosing his next course of actions.
A knock to your door and a concerned 'Mc?' caused you to freeze in your spot, before you decided to bury your face deeper into your pillow. You'd recognized that voice from anywhere, and honestly you'd smile just seeing him on an a usual day...
But today wasn't a usual day.
"What is it?" you asked, your voice slightly croaked and muffled by your pillow. You didn't face him, how could you? When you were crying furiously- is still crying, and you're sure your face is covered with tears and snot.
"I've... brought you the book I suggested," Satan said, his brain short-circuiting making that the first thing he said. He mentally kicked himself.
"Leave- leave it on my table." Your voice was barely above a whisper now, afraid of it cracking again. And as you sat there on the bed, cross-legged and hiding your face away from his view, Satan did as you asked.
"...Do you need anything else?"
You shook your head.
"You can leave, now," you mumbled, and you regretted it the very next second as you wondered why you couldn't ask him to stay as you so desperately wanted him to...
You're pathetic, aren't you?
"No, you're not." His voice caused your head to snap towards where Satan was standing, looking at you with all your vulnerability and your entire soul laid bare. You quickly averted your eyes, wiping away at your tears. Did you say that out loud?
"You're still here?" you asked, a poor attempt of a smile playing on your lips as you figured the wall was a better sight then Satan.
"You're not pathetic," he said, slowly taking a step closer. You didn't stop him... so he took another.
"You're amazing, love." Gently, slowly, he took your face in his hand, staring straight into your redden eyes which were still fixed on the side wall.
He kneeled in front of you, thumbing your cheeks.
"You're gorgeous, wonderful, strong and one of the kindest person I know. You're not pathetic."
You were shaking your head now, refusing to believe his words. 'cause you're not. You don't think you're all that.
"I don't know who you're talking about." Your voice was small, barely above a whisper, and you placed a hand on his wrist, wanting to push him away, but your heart wasn't willing you to. Tears were freely streaming down your cheeks yet you couldn't bother wiping them away. Too weak to do anything.
And he slowly wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaning back to see your eyes finally meeting his, and... you couldn't hold back anymore. You let out a loud sob, burying your face in his chest as you clutched the front of his shirt, your entire body trembling.
"I'm not all that," you were shaking your head. "I'm useless, worthless. So stop saying I'm not..."
"You know I can't lie to you," Satan muttered, manoeuvring your bodies so you laid on the bed more comfortably, a hand soothingly rubbing circles on your back. "You're already perfect to me, and... I love you..."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you gently as if he was treating glass, because that's what you needed the most right now. And your heart knew that.
"...I don't deserve to be loved, I'm useless," you still protested, and he merely held you tighter.
"You're not useless, and you do deserve love... I'll tell you a million more times if I have to to make you believe that."
You quietened, your energy depleted and too tired to think of anything else, and as you both stayed like that, with his hand rubbing your back in slow comforting strokes, you fell into a deep slumber, enveloped in the warmth of his comfort and embrace.
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, the softness of your pillows and blankets surrounding your form, and as you stared up at the familiar ceiling, you realized... You were still in your own home.
And the notification voice of the 'Obey Me' game sounded from besides you.
And your comfort character never existed in the first place...
A/N: Specific, I know. Guess who has exams in like one month and she's yet to start studying anything? This girl! 👉😎👈 It looks like emoji man's covering it's ears.
Fyi, I'm also joining levi's zine and another personal collab with someone else! I'll still try to post at least once a week though. And idk how to continue my Lost in Forever series...
Anyways, as always, hoped you enjoyed these~ Stay healthy, candyz ✌️
Taglist: @yukihaie @ariavage @satanist-apparently @otome-scribbles
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can you do headcanons for when MC falls asleep on the brothers laps during a meeting because they were up all night studying
This is so adorable!!
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MC Falling Asleep in the Brother's Laps During a Meeting
💙 Lucifer -
He doesn't really pay attention at first because he is focused on what Diavolo has to say and how much work this will be for him.
He then feels a weight in his lap and looks down and smiles.
The smile quickly goes away, but he is definitely massaging their scalp while he takes notes.
He always have to stay after meeting anyway to do paperwork, so he let's MC rest until everyone is gone. He feels incredibly special that he is the only one who gets to see their sleepy face when they wake up.
"Little Lamb, it's time to get up."
💛 Mammon -
MC would grab his arm and snuggle into him. He would internally freak out, but keep a cool facade on the outside.
"So your just gonna use me as a pillow now?"
He isn't listening to the meeting anymore. He is instead moving hair out of their face or gently brushing his fingertips across their skin.
If anyone makes a noise he will shush them! MC's sleep is more important.
He doesn't wake up MC. Instead he tried to carry them, but he starts shouting at someone about halfway through the walk home and they wake up.
🧡 Leviathan -
MC would lay their head on his lap and he would probably freeze with bright red cheeks.
MC would still plop down and fall asleep in his lap. He would be completely still with a bright red face.
Would gently touch their hair, but not too much because he doesn't want to wake them up.
At the end of the meeting, he regretfully shakes them awake and talks to them.
"You can't just do that in a meeting MC... but if you want to do it in my room when we are alone that's fine..."
💚 Satan -
MC would try to sneak into Satan's laugh which would make him chuckle and he would just let them.
"You're acting like a cat. Needing my lap for a good nap. Do you need headrubs too?"
He has a mischievous smirk, but MC nods and he complies with out hesitation.
He cards his fingers through their hair until it is time to go.
Then he wakes them up with sweet words and promises of a better nap on the library couch.
💖 Asmodeus -
MC was about to lay on the table, but Asmo pulled their head onto his lap so they could be more comfortable.
He is going to whisper sweet compliments in their ear, brush their hair, and even do a little styling. (Long haired MC? Braids! Shor hair MC? He has extra hair clips! Bald MC? He has some lotion he would love to apply for them.)
If he get REALLY bored he might even give them a face, neck, and shoulder massage.
He finally wakes them up whenever he finishes whatever he is doing. No matter if the meeting is still going or not.
"MC. Wakey, Wakey. I want you to see what I did. Also do your shoulders feel looser? They felt tense so I gave you a little massage."
❤ Beelzebub -
Beel watches as MC crawls in his lap, curls into a ball and falls asleep. Belphie has done this before so he is pretty unfazed by it.
"Good night, MC. I will wake you up when the meetings over."
MC better expect crumbs in their hair or on their lap... this boy has to fill his appetite... He really tries to eat less when MC might get dirty, but he can't always help it.
He wants to wake up MC after the meeting... but they look so cute! So he carries them home.
When they do wake up, he hands them one of the sandwiches that he was eating during the meeting and saved for them.
💜 Belphegor -
Is already asleep with his head on the desk. When MC leans on his back.
He peaks up at them before snuggling down and going back to sleep.
They both just nap until one of them wakes up eventually.
"MC, everyone left. Let's go home and sleep in your bed. That will be more comfy than this hard table."
He now tries to convince MC to nap through every meeting, which they always resist (he usually wins though).
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Small relationship headcanons
Pairing: Demon Brothers x gn!Mc
Warnings: none, I came to deliver routined fluff to my lovely folks
Lucifer loves having matching things with you. No,not outfits, rather more subtle things like his cufflinks and your bracelet or maybe his ring and your necklace or maybe his earring and your hair accessory. It won't be that much of attention attracting but it'll be there always, something that'll remind you two of eachother. And Lucifer always infuses it with his magic,so that you could be saved from potential danger.
Lucifer always tags along whenever you have the kitchen duty or makes you tag along when he has kitchen duty. No he doesn't help, all he does is tease and hug you from behind when you pout when it's your turn to cook and when it's his turn to cook you always take things up on your hand pittying the other six kids™ after seeing how Lucifer once put baking powder in Levi's Milkshake in the name of sugar.
If Mammon is the lovesick fool, Lucifer is bigger lovesick fool and the master of hiding it.
He stares at you everytime when you're doing homework in his office and smiles like an idiot till you notice and pinch his cheeks and that follows him confusticate you in his lap and tickle you like there is no tomorrow.
Mammon wears a wristband with M♡initial of Y/n(first character of your first name) engraved in it's beads. When you two went to the human world fair you took him to a stall and showed him those and told him how as a child you used to believe those engraved bracelets makes relationships strong. Later after a week while cuddling on his bed you found the bracelet on his hand and he acted as if he just wanted to have a souvenir. You didn't say it but you had already noticed how on the flipside of the beads which he had particularly turned on the other side were those characters engraved.
He always waits outside of R.A.D for you after class is over and wherever you go,be it shopping or chatting with other friends or gym, he'll always go to pick up and drop you.
Once you were in a vacation in human world, some depressing family issues came up and you called him while he was in middle of his winning streak on casino. When he heard the tremble in your voice he got up from the table and left his streak and listened to you all night while you cried and explained how stressed you were. He stayed on D.D.D with you till you had calm down and gone to sleep. While hearing soft snores of you Mammon holder the D.D.D to his chest not hanging up the line and fell asleep like that.
Levi and you have a plushie of eachother which Levi himself made for both of you. It all started when oneday when he was leaving for admiral duty which could last for a few months. You told him how you can't sleep without having him wrap his tail around you at night. Levi blushed like mad and you laughed but the next day after he left, when you came back to your shared bedroom you found a big plushie on the bed which looked exactly like Levi and a note which mentioned till he comes back plushie Levi will protect you and he has taken Mc chan/kun plushie with him to protect himself from normies.
Whenever there is a party or gathering, it's a given that you and Levi will always slip out of it doesn't matter if you go together or separately but in the end you two can be found in your shared room sleeping on eachother while the game intro keeps running.
You and Satan wear each other's initials as pendants on your neck. You two never go out of your room without it ever. Even if you somedays accidentally forget (though it's very rare) Satan never forgets. He always wears his and if you forget he's going to be grumpy and cranky all day till you tackle hug him in bed and then give him death cuddles.
You two are the fairytale couple. Satan is a hopeless romantic like his usual self, he always uses any given oppertunity to show off his love for you in a way you might or might not have read in a book long long ago. Like taking you in the empty green field and then lying on the green grass together watching the clouds flying around while the sky changes colours and Satan holds your hands and slowly raises it to the sky asking you if you want stars or moon? Doesn't matter whatever your answer is, he's going to slip a moon-star bracelet in your hand.
Satan writes journal everyday. Long long ago when he was engulfed by agony and pain of his birth and the darkness of sin had submerged him in a never ending black pit, he used to ink that down in those papers. Nowadays his journals are always filled with cute little things you two did on that day with a hope that may the light you've brought into his life never ever fades away.
You and Asmo always wear couple clothes and accessories. Doesn't matter if you two are going to a party or just going to sleep, you two will always wear something that'll compliment the other one's dress.
Oneday you two were taking selfies near a cafe and suddenly a classmate of yours came and started talking to you as if Asmo wasn't there, but the moment he raised his hands to touch you Asmo snapped and growled at the Demon with a vicious look. You were shocked, entire cafe was shocked and was staring at Asmo while Asmo was checking your well-being ignoring all stares as if they were insects. Later after hearing the incident Satan told you Asmo has never done something like that before. That's a habit of Demons, which they only do when they feel insecure or jealous. Asmo doesn't get jealous, there is no reason for avatar of lust to get jealous because he's the epitome of every being could ever want to be. But today he got jealous because You were involved and to him you are more precious than him, he loves you more than he ever loved himself.
You two take couple selfies everyday. Asmo always says it's for Devilgram but honestly he only posts 1 out of 20 pictures. All other pictures stays in his possession. He never lets anyone see those but whenever he's alone he would just open his gallery and stare at your pictures with a goofy smile. To him you are like the most precious jewel he has ever got to hold in life and he doesn't want anyone to steal you away ever.
You and Beelzebub wear a couple ring. First time you took him to a friends party in human realm where he saw your friend and their partner proposing to each other with promise rings, he was thrilled. He never thought that small act enough could be so important for humans to recognise their soulmates. On your next birthday Beel took you to a nice place where he mimicked your friend's partner's action and when he saw your happy tears, his heart almost burst out with happiness.
Beel has a habit of picking you up everytime you two hug. Doesn't matter if it sails towards something more intimate, he just loves to pick you up and hold you while you cage his waist with your legs.
Beel loves cooking for you or whenever you cook for him. Even if you give him just french fries it'll taste divine to his tongue, because whenever he's with you, the food doesn't matter. It's you, your presence is the thing that matters to him. He loves it when you ruffle his hair while he munches on his meal, he loves the way you clean crumbs from his face, the way your face lits up when he says your food is the best. He wishes these moments to stay forever like this and soon oneday he'll be able to change that promise ring. With wedding rings.
Belphie and you have matching sleepwear. To be honest he's not subtle like any of his brothers and neither he needs anything to keep you remind of him because he himself is glued to you like koala all the time. Be it awake or in sleep.
One day you and Belphie had a small fight so you decided to sleep on the couch. At night you felt something was on the top of you. You opened your eyes to find a sleeping Belphie on the top of you, you tried to move him to the bed but he clutched your hand and pulled you to his chest caging you with his body :''
As the Avatar of sloth, sleep is not only his habit but also his necessity. His magic strengthens when he's sleeping. Over the years after the fall he never had problems in falling asleep alone but after you came into his life he can't fall asleep without holding you close. His nightmares doesn't haunt him when you run your hands on his back. His darkness doesn't consume his sanity when you kiss his forehead while he's sleeping. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night because of bad dreams then he finds your serene sleeping face beside him. All night he stares at your feels and he realises everything is past now, every bad thing is in past. He's here, he's with you and you will always be there for him in sickness or in health and someday these nightmares will stop chasing him, someday he'll hold your hands and walk down the flowery road without and bloody trail, your love will always save him from despair.
Tags: @mammonprotectionsquad <3
Thank you so much for reading stay healthy and safe love love 💜
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Pining For You
Request: Hi bunny! Can i request pining hcs for Lucifer and diavolo pls? For a reader that's very oblivious, and very physically affectionate with the others. Thanks!
A/N: This was really fun to do!! I hope that you enjoy!!
Pining for you ruins him. It ruins Lucifer in a way that it shouldn’t have ever been possible. He’s not one for the more romantic emotions, he’s far too busy with his own life to focus on something so frivolous. And yet, when the Avatar of Pride looks at you, he can’t help but feel a twisting around his heart and heat that settles in his chest and burns against him. It’s an odd feeling to pine over someone, especially when it’s him. It should be the other way around, it should be you wanting to confess and yet, he doesn’t find the entire experience awful.
It’s been a long time since he’s felt this way, so long that he can’t remember what the feeling is supposed to mean. He doesn’t have time for a relationship, and yet when you come knocking at his door, he’s willing to drop everything and run after you even if it’s for a simple task of reaching for the top cupboard. He’s willing to abandon his duties and promises, and have you lead him astray. It’s you that makes him a mess and it’s you that he’s fallen for. You’re oblivious and kind, and you’re human and one day you’ll die, but it’s you that he wants. If it’s you, he’d welcome any feeling, just to know that it was you that had left such a mark against his heart and soul.
You’re touchy with the others- constantly throwing your arms around them, leaning on their arms, and even playing with their hands. It leaves the demon with a bad taste in his mouth. He could easily return your affections, but it isn’t him that you’re choosing. He won’t admit it, but it makes him feel jealousy. He shouldn’t have to feel his way, and he doesn’t want to, but he does. He won't admit it, but due to you being so overly affectionate, he decides to have you closer to him. He has you sit with him during meal times, during council meetings he saves you a seat beside him, and he’ll find any excuse to just have you sit beside him.
Pride and obliviousness don’t go together. He’s sure of himself and he makes his attraction known to you, and yet, you can only smile and hold his hands in yours and tell him that you like him as well. It leaves him frustrated knowing that he’s confessed to you and yet you only take it as a friendly gesture. Despite the actions that he takes to have you notice him in a romantic way, you don’t. You take it as any other friendly gesture and he’s left with a headache forming between his brows and a heavy heart. It isn’t sadness- at least he doesn’t want to admit that. He’s a demon, a simple human shouldn’t be affecting him so and yet, you do. You make him want to scream when you accept his gifts and tell him how much you love them only to kiss his cheek and show them off to the others. It had to be in your nature to be oblivious, and while it’s frustrating, he’s still grateful that it’s you. He just wants you to see him the way that he sees you. You’re the one that turned the Avatar of Pride into such a mess that it's almost laughable if it weren’t his feelings at play.
A confession to you is not easy, but he doesn’t mind a bit of work. Lucifer knocks at your door, his head held high and hands clasped behind his back and he’s grateful that he has gloves to conceal how clammy his hands have gotten. When you open the door, he smiles gently at you and enters your room. His confession is meant to be short. He’s meant to just tell you that he has feelings for you but then he sees the way that you tilt his head and he’s left confessing himself to you. You are a human and yet you’re the one that has reduced him to nothing more than a mess. You’ve done so much for him and the only thing that he has to show for it are feelings that at away at him, feelings that make him lose his breath, and something so raw that it’s painful. He hadn’t known that pining after you would have caused such a ruckus in his life, but it has. You’ve left hi in a disarray. He’s your demon, and you’re his master, and whatever you want from him, he’d be willing to do.
Diavolo hadn’t expected to find himself attracted to you in a romantic sense. He loves humans and in turn, humanity, but he never thought that the exchange student would be the one to capture his attention- especially when he was a prince and you were only a simple human. He sits with his feelings and that’s something that’s new to him. He’s so used to rushing forward without a thought, without a fear of consequence, but this time, it’s different. He doesn’t know what to do, he just sits with his emotions until he finally admits to out loud that he does have feelings for you.
You spend so much time with the others that it isn’t fair. He can’t spend time with you because he’s a prince, he has things to attend to and oversee and that costs him so much. He’s glad that you’re spending time with the others, that you aren’t alone, but at the same time, you rely on them, but not him. At a certain point, he starts to request your presence for just simple things at first- joining him for a meal, walking through the garden, attending a few more human related events, and then it gradually increases to staying late at the castle due to him convincing you to spend your time in the library, sitting beside him while he signs documents, and even just the simple task of him giving you a proper tour of the castle- anything to keep you around him longer. It’s all just a cheap ploy to get you to spend time with him. Sure he feels a bit guilty about it, but he’s also a demon, guilt is something he feels and to him, it’s just another emotion that he can easily rid himself of.
It isn’t easy to get you to notice his feelings for you. He’s sure that you can sense something has shifted in the dynamic but that also may be him just wanting to believe in that. Demon courting and human courting are two very different things that he isn’t quite sure which one to do. He’s sure you’d accept his gifts, but would you know the meanings behind it? If he were to ask you out on a date would you simply believe that he was just requesting more of your time? It’s such a bother, but it’s something that he must deal with- it’s his feelings and he’ll sort them out for you. He ends up trying a mix of both, hell flowers that seep with fortunes when bled on, a lovely note written in your textbook, gifts that are weighted in jewels and gold, and stuffed animals that he’s seen you admire. It’s a mix of things, but you seem to enjoy them so he doesn’t stop.
Perhaps it’s the demon in him that makes him so territorial when it comes to you. He’s surprised at his jealousy of having others touch you and having you reciprocate the touch- to reach out and cup their face or for you to pull them close for a hug. It leaves an awful, acidic taste on his tongue, an anger brewing in him that has him huffing out like a child. There should be no reason for him to feel so awful, but yet he does. It’s no surprise that you enjoy touch, but he can still sense your hesitation when it comes towards him. He thinks that it might have to deal with his title, but that’s only a hunch. At a certain point, he has to take the step forward and grab your hand that is so small in his and let it cup against his jaw and cheeks and when you run your thumb under his bottom lip, he only leans towards you, quiet with his eyes closed.
The poor prince can only handle his own feelings for so long. You’re oblivious and while that’s just a thing of yours, he can’t just sit quietly and hope you’ll pick up on the signals. Eventually, Diavolo pulls you aside and sits you beside him, his knee pressing against yours and his hands clasped over yours. It’s straightforward, he leaves no room for miscommunication. He tells you how he adores you, how you’re the one that makes him nervous and how he wishes that you would look at him the way that he looks at you, and as he lifts your hand to touch against his chest where his heart rests, you can only look at him with wide eyes. All he wants is to hold your hand and have you be beside him for as long as you’d let him; he may be a prince, but you’re the one who holds power over him. He’d bow before you and kiss your knuckles, he’d sully his own name if it meant that you would only kiss his temple.
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This is the first part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.
Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie
Pairing: Lucifer x GN!MC
Lucifer was having a terrible day. His paperwork was piled up on his desk beside him and his brothers were dancing on the edge of his last nerve. He couldn’t even begin to concentrate with all the squabbling taking place in the hall.
He could imagine tomorrow’s headline, “Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, smites brothers, details to follow.” He laughs at the thought, but it only aggravates his already aching head. He’s nearly ready to make it a reality, when out of the blue, he can hear himself think again.
Mammon and Levi had finally shut up, after over twenty minutes of yelling. He wonders what had ended the argument. They probably hadn’t killed each other. But, he’d heard no slamming doors either, so they could be laying dead in the floor.
Before he can check, there’s a soft knock at the door. “Come in,” he says, knowing it can only be one person.
Sure enough, you poke your head into the room.
“Are you alright?” you ask softly.
He rolls his eyes, to himself. Of course he’s alright. Why wouldn’t he be? When he nods, you push the door open just enough so you can slip inside.
“Here. I brought tea and aspirin. Which do you need more?” you ask, holding out the options.
“Both,” he sighs, rubbing at his temple. You set the items down on the desk in front of him and place a hand on his head. He stills under your touch.
“I’m sorry you have a headache,” you whisper, running your fingers carefully through his hair.
He gapes at you for a second– you’re quite brave to put your hands on him like this. So… casually. He decides he doesn’t mind. “This will help,” he pops the tablets into his mouth, washing them down with a bit of tea. He’s surprised, it's made exactly how he likes it.
For a few moments, you’re both quiet, your hand still scratching gently at his scalp. He sighs softly, “thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You should take a break,” you say, noting the enormous stack of papers next to him.
“When I’m finished,” he answers simply.
“I got Mam and Levi to stop fighting. So, it’s quiet. You could rest for a bit.”
“That was you?” he smirks. “How did you–”
You smile, “I told Mammon to go start his homework.”
“And he did it? Just like that?" he asks, amazed.
“The pact works wonders.” you laugh, pointing to your chest, where Mammon’s mark is located. Lucifer laughs at that. “And then I promised Levi that Mammon didn’t take his anime figure.”
“He didn’t?” he raises a perfect eyebrow.
“I... don’t think so. He was with me all day… But if he did, I’ll get it back somehow.” you say semi-confidently.
“You certainly have a way with them,” Lucifer says.
“I suppose,” you pause, “does that apply to you as well?”
His brows knit together, “what?”
“Can I talk you into taking a nap?” you ask, looking into his eyes.
“I may be persuaded,” he smirks, folding his hands in front of him.
“Go to sleep, please.” you push his hair to the side, to press a kiss against his left temple. Then exit the room as quickly, as quietly as you came, leaving nothing behind but a cup of tea and a tinge of pink on his cheeks.
He rolls his eyes, annoyed at the effect you have on him. Nonetheless, he supposes a short break wouldn’t hurt. He nods, then rises from his desk chair to lay down.
For just a moment.
To rest his eyes.
He wakes several hours later. His attempt at a short break blown to hell. He groans when he realizes he’s wasted his evening. At least his headache is gone.
He moves to stand up, straightening his clothes, then returns to his desk to find that his work is done. A note left on top of the finished stack reads, “Lucifer, I’m glad you took time to rest. Go back to sleep. See you at breakfast. ❤"
Said demon’s eyes widen and he flips through the paperwork he’d been dreading. It’s completed flawlessly. Every single page. Even his signatures are done, where needed. He frowns as he examines his name.
It looks perfect.
He'll have to speak with you about That Little Detail tomorrow morning. He shudders to think what his brothers could accomplish if they knew how well you could forge his name.
But, for now, he carefully tucks the note into his desk drawer, changes into his favorite pajamas, and as your note commands, returns to bed.
As he lies there, he imagines you hunched over his desk, hurriedly filling in paperwork that's not even yours, just to give him an opportunity to rest.
He laughs, softly, at the feeling that brings him. Something akin to butterflies, he supposes. That's what people are supposed to feel when they're in love.
His eyes open abruptly. Love?
He swallows. Then blinks.
He cannot deal with this now. He has to get some sleep. He'll deal with it first thing in the morning.
(It takes him well over an hour to get back to sleep. And he's a mess in the morning. Pretend not to notice him staring at you.)
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Lucifer + working himself sick? Like he has a lot more stuff to do than normal and has been feeling progressively worse in the meantime yet he doesn't tell anyone and no one notices until he passes out somewhere
Yes, yes, yes! An amazing prompt, Anon!
TW: Mild Blood Mention
The dinner party all take stares at the empty chair. They all hardly speak about it, but it’s clear they’re all thinking the same thing. Lucifer’s gone again.
And, of course, it’s fair to note that there are plenty of times that they’re not all together at the table. Seven- well, eight with your presence- busy lives often means one or two empty spots at the table. It’s not a rare occurrence. But it was the context. The knowledge that this was the third dinner in a row where the eldest was a no-show. Tonight had been his night to cook…but everyone figured he’d be gone, and so surprisingly enough, Satan worked to cover making food for everyone.
It bothered you, and to a degree, you noticed it bothered the brothers, but they all had the same thing to say. “This happens every once and a while. Just ignore it. He’ll be back.” Then like they said, he was back, a few days later. Every spot at dinner was full, and everything seemed fine. The demon of Pride had worked very well to hide how hard he had run his body ragged.
“It’s been made aware to me that I missed my kitchen duty this week. So, then let me do the dishes tonight,” he announced as soon as plates were clean and spirits were full. No one was opposed to that idea. It was encouraged, really, and demonic eyes glinted with mild glee at seeing the eldest just a bit humbled.
But all those emotions turned to panic when, after Lucifer had taken all the dishes, there was a loud echo of shattered glass coming from the kitchen. Everyone ran, only to find Lucifer’s body on the ground, surrounded by broken plates, some shards dotted in blood. You wanted to run, to scream in panic, but Beel quickly picked you up and pulled you back to keep you from being trampled by his brothers who had the same desire as you did.
That’s why you were all here, each of you, sitting in his room, watching Lucifer’s chest rise and fall painfully.
“We should’ve checked on him...” Asmo whispered.
“Do you think that would’ve changed anything?” Satan scowled. “He would’ve told you he was fine anyway...stubborn bas-”
“Hey.” Beel made sure to interrupt Satan before he finished. Satan lowered his head.
Levi decided to try to break the tension, looking up between his phone game he was trying to distract himself with. “H-how’s the cut look?”
Mammon, pacing beside Lucifer’s bed, leaned over his brother to check. “Healin’...”
“I’m surprised he hasn’t woken up yet...” Belphie yawned. “He’s usually such a light sleeper.”
“We should let him sleep...” Someone spoke up. A chorus of emotionless agreements answered. Slowly, each of the sins stood, working towards the exit, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move.
Your name was called. “Are you coming?” Belphie asked, the last one out the door.
Thinking it over, you eventually shook your head. “I...I’m going to stay. Just in case.”
The demon of sloth looked at you...then at his brother, and then nodded. “I think that’s a good idea. Tell us if you need anything.” The door was shut.
A few minutes later, you stood up, coming near the side of the mattress. You’d hardly ever seen Lucifer like this...Lips slightly parted to push out wheezing breaths. Cheeks painted red with fever. His brows were slightly raised, as if he was shocked at his own state of being. And of course, the bandage covering his jawline from when he cut himself on broken glass...
“Why...” You frowned, almost feeling the back of your throat burn, like you were about to cry. “Why wouldn’t you tell us you were feeling so sick? We could’ve helped you...I could’ve helped you...” You took a deep breath, trying to chase away the tears that threatened to form. “You’re stupid,” you scolded. “For always looking out for us so much, but not doing anything for yourself.” You were so busy ranting, you missed the detail of his mouth closing, his face relaxing. “I can’t believe you had to pass out to even get yourself to rest...You’re an idiot...An absolute moron...”
“...not exactly...an encouraging...message...to wake up to...”
You blinked, looking down to see that Lucifer had slowly cracked an eye open. “You’re awake...”
“Hard not to...when...I’m being yelled at...” It sounded like he was finding it hard to speak, every set of words spoken slowly, quietly. He closed his eyes all the way again. He could hardly move, apparently.
“You would’ve scolded me just the same if I were in your shoes...” But you were so glad to see some sort of progression with him. You touched his forehead, causing him to hum a bit.
Now you almost felt guilty...but you stuck to what you said. “Next time...will you please tell me what you’re really feeling? So...I don’t have to worry about seeing you like that ever again...”
“I...blacked out?” He asked, his brows furling. “Right...”
“You had us so worried...”
He smirked a little at that. “Us?”
You scoffed a bit. “Of course all of us. Don’t take this time to be cheeky. You were totally unresponsive, and bleeding. Had all of us scared half to death. All because your ego wouldn’t let you take a break!”
He went a bit silent, and for a moment you had to wonder if he went back to sleep. Then he just muttered, “I’m sorry.”
“You should be...” You looked down at your feet, and then bravely cupped Lucifer’s face with both hands, touching your forehead to his. “I don’t want to lose you...So if you won’t take care of yourself...I will. So promise me...promise me you wont overwork yourself this hard again...please...”
He struggled, but gathered enough energy to open his eyes, staring softly at you. “I...promise...”
Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you...now go back to sleep...I’ll be here when you wake up...”
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Hey this is from your friend(?) I'm sure you'll know which one by the request (maybe).
How about the bros with a super short MC? Like between 4ft9in to 5ft0in tall? Because, if we estimate that Luci is 6ft0in, that's at least a foot difference in height lmao
Sup dude!!! Sorry this request took so long, but it was super fun to write! Please enjoy~
Ah Yes, Height Differences My Beloved… (The Brothers and a Very Short MC)
The second tallest brother finds MC’s height to be just so damn adorable… and kind of funny.
This tiny human, barely reaching his shoulders, has the gall, I repeat, THE GALL, to stand up to him. It’s impressive, annoying, adorable, and comedy gold.
They’re also perfect height for kabedonning. MC was reaching up to close one of the kitchen cabinets when Lucifer appeared behind them, closed the cabinet door, and oh so suavely used his other hand to tilt MC’s chin up to look at him.
🙄 wow, so smooth. MC just wanted a mug!
During the group retreat when Lucifer decided to do the sexy ballroom dance/second threat to MC’s life, it got very awkward because in his demon form Lucifer is over seven feet tall. He had to awkwardly look down in order to threaten MC, who looked just so damn adorable-
Now, Lucifer is a gentleman, he would never use MC as an armrest… when sober. When he’s completely drunk he leans on MC and starts rambling about how he could literally throw them into the eighth circle of hell if he wanted because they’re so tiny, but he wouldn’t because he looooooooves them so much.
Lucifer vehemently denies this ever happened and may have made/forced MC to sign an NDA.
Ah yes, the human is tiny and pathetic. Just what Mammon wanted to babysit 🙄
Yeah yeah yeah, tsundere’s gotta tsundere. But beyond our greedy boy’s angy facade, he’s so smitten it’s insane. He is a certified simp.
The human’s just… so small, he wants to like… hold them??????
Give them hugs???????
But he is a bastard (tm) so he goes out of his way to move things onto higher shelves so the human has to ask the Great Mammon for help! Since Mammon is a wonderful first man, he obliges with minimal teasing. But minimal teasing is still teasing.
Mammon had moved the cereal from the lowest cabinet to the highest, and he did not expect MC to start climbing up onto the kitchen counters to reach. And of course, his dumb human slipped and fell.
Since MC’s first man is super dedicated to keepin’ em’ safe, he vaults over the centre counter and catches MC before they hit the floor. Cue romantic music as the two stare into each other’s eyes…
The moment is ruined when Mammon starts freaking out about how MC could have died from falling from that height since they’re so small! MC promptly grabbed their cereal and left.
Mammon also uses MC as an armrest because he is not a gentleman. He also picks them up and carries them away whenever he feels extra jealous. If they didn’t want to be picked up then they shouldn’t have been so small 😤
To be completely honest, when Mammon first sacrificed MC in order to run for his life, Levi’s mind was flooded with every single version of the how to talk to short people meme.
Since this human was so short it made it easy to kidnap bring MC to his room and demand that they help him with the Mammon money situation.
After all that, Levi just really wants to try out every romance anime thing ever with MC, height difference between characters is his fourth favourite romance trope!
He sort of just awkwardly stands next to MC, and from MC’s perspective he’s just standing there, but Levi’s actually having this long internal monologue breaking down the situation and trying to analyze the perfect way to kabedon MC.
Levi also tries to work up the courage to pull MC into his lap whenever the two are gaming together, but it never happens… Levi has lost many a game of Smash Bros. due to being distracted by his indecision.
Sigh, it’s up to MC to initiate some cute moments, as usual. They should just plop themselves into his lap, no fear or hesitation.
When MC sits on his lap, he needs to reboot. MC swore they could hear the dial up Internet noises. When Levi finally collects himself, he slowly rests his chin on MC’s head and reaches nirvana.
At first Satan was like: Oh, small human. I am well aware they come in small sizes. It’ll be interesting to see how they adapt to life in the Devildom where everything is made with much taller people in mind.
After the body switching incident though? Holy fucking shit why is MC so cute-
Oh~ MC is having trouble getting that book off that high shelf~ allow him to help, MC- OW! FUCK! SON OF A BITCH!
The book fell right on Satan’s poor defenceless head :(
Every other time went much more smoothly after Satan drew out a plan and strategized. He was now perfectly suave (tm).
Once MC and Satan went to a cat cafe and a giant Maine Coon cat hopped up on MC’s lap and Satan almost had to be resuscitated because he was dying of cuteness. RIP Satan, he had a good run. 😔
Satan also really wants MC to sit on his lap while they’re both leaving, but unlike the situation with Levi, Satan has self confidence and just pulls MC into his lap.
O-m- SQUEEEEEE! SO CUTE! Asmo had totally forgotten how adorable humans could be! Oh he could just eat little MC up~
Asmo is 100% the type of person to stand behind MC and lean on them. Like “Oh~ MC, you make such a good armrest, you continue to entice me~” and MC’s like “:| I’m just standing here.”
As the shortest brother, Asmo totally relates to MC’s struggles, sometimes someone moves his fancy granola bars a shelf higher and Asmo has to really reach to get them… his life is just so hard 🥺
That doesn’t stop Asmo from playfully teasing MC when they can’t reach something.
Listen listen listen- hear me out. Asmo gives MC some of his sweaters and purposefully buys stuff that’s a little too big because they’re just so damn cute when the sleeves cover their widdle hands!
But anyway, Asmo also randomly picks MC up, but it’s in more of a bridal carry kind of way. Like he’s the dashing Prince Charming sent to rescue MC from his dumb and annoying brothers.
Quick! He must carry MC to the bed chambers so they can snuggle! Or y’know, “snuggle”…
*looks down* hello down there.
The human’s too small to even be a snack… guess Beel won’t be eating the human :/ not when he has food at home.
After Beel gets over his “human is delicious” phase, he’s kind of worried he might step on MC and squish them! They’re just so small!
He has to bend down to even kiss their forehead… hnnnnng his heart-
Beel is also the type to randomly pick up MC, but he doesn’t do it out of a desire to be smooth or jealousy, he does it to just get them out of the way or out of danger.
Like MC is blocking Beel’s locker? He picks them up and places them down a little to the left. MC is in the way of a quickly approaching frisbee? Beel picks them up and moves them over.
It’s not very romantic, mainly because he’s picking MC up with his hands under their armpits, so MC’s just in the air like 🧍
He’ll also give piggyback rides if requested.
Pfft, tiny human. They’re the size of a body pillow. Perfect size for snuggling. Come hither, human. The Avatar of Sloth demands their company.
Stupid Headcanons Inc. send our apologies to MC for how they’re about to be treated.
Drooled all over and cuddled like a stuffed animal… a moment of silence for the poor defenceless human… 😔
Belphie’s too lazy and tired to actively move things onto higher shelves in order to help/tease MC, all his energy is saved for tormenting Lucifer. Buuuuuuut if MC just happens to be struggling with getting something… after he’s done laughing at them he’ll help.
Since Belphie is also not a gentleman, he leans on MC constantly. They are his personal arm/headrest. At this time, MC can shove him onto the cold concrete where he belongs.
Sure he may wake up and be pissy, but MC should remind him that they’re at the perfect height to kick him in the balls. If he values his ability to have children he should cease being a bastard baby.
Me? Projecting Himiko while writing these Headcanons? It’s more likely than you’d think.
These were so fun to write! Thanks for the request ^.^
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Lucifer: WHO ATE MY PRINCESS'S POISON APPLE ?
Mammon: Don’t look at me.
Lucifer: BELPHIE, WAS IT YOU?
Belphie: *Looks at Mc*
Belphie: It was Mc.
Mc: BELPHIE YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN´T TELL!
Lucifer: Oh, it was you, baby? Were they good? Want some more?
Belphie: This motherf-
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