#obey me lucifer x reader
7 from Parentting with Lucifer? :)
(kept in mind Lucifer’s lil mischievous daughter from the other request so that’s just the headcanon now lmao)
“If you never put them down you’ll spoil them.”
You glared at Lucifer and held your daughter closer to your chest, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her soft head. He wasn’t wrong as your baby did seem to have you fully wrapped around her finger, the minute she started making any disgruntled noise you would rush to her side and hold her to figure out the problem. You told Lucifer that was just part of parenthood but he was insistent that you were going to drive yourself batty if you kept overreacting to every little thing.
“But look at how cute she is.” You playfully touched her bottom lip, laughing as she opened her mouth and reached out to grab your finger disturbing her nap. “If I wasn’t holding her all the time you would be!”
“I adore our child like you do but she doesn’t have to constantly be held. Her crib was expensive, I know it’s comfortable.”
“Not as comfy as my arms.”
Lucifer could agree to that as he could remember the nights where they were spent wrapped around him, soft and warm and secure. He wasn’t the type to need the comfort of being protected but he did like the way you showed him that affection, how naturally it came to you to love him in the way he needed. He missed those nights but he can’t say that being a father didn’t have it’s own set of positives, and he was rather proud of the little family the two of you had built. Still, he hated seeing you so out of sorts and while he knew it was likely just new baby anxiety, he was still going to look out for your best interests.
“Fine, fine. I’ll go help the boys with dinner,” You sighed dramatically, giving your daughter another few kisses before carefully setting her down in the crib. “She’s changed and fed so she should fall asleep soon…”
“Go help with dinner.” Lucifer motioned to the door, “I’ll be down in a moment.”
Lucifer waited until he heard you retreating downstairs before approaching the crib, seeing that your daughter’s ruby eyes had opened and were looking at him curiously. She was making little babbling noises, clearly unhappy that she was no longer in someone’s warm embrace, but she wasn’t crying yet. Lucifer reached down to stroke at her soft cheek, smiling at the way she giggled in response to his touch. The sudden urge to hold her overcame him and while he tried to fight it, he found himself reaching down to pick her up and tuck her against his chest.
Maybe he understood where you were coming from a little more than he wanted to let on.
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You Go Shopping For Baby Clothes Together: Lucifer
Lucifer blushed at the attention he was getting, walking into the child's clothing section with you. He glared at the demons that stared a bit too long.
He wasn't embarrassed about people knowing he got you pregnant, but about the idea, they might think he was becoming soft.
He watched you excitedly skim the boy's clothing aisle, surprising that the devildom had cute baby clothing.
Lucifer, still blushing, began eyeing the clothes himself, pretending not to care as much as you did.
He moved clothes aside to look at the ones hidden between, determined to find only the best for his child.
"Luci, why do so many have holes in the back? Different sizes, too..." you mumbled, a little upset.
Lucifer chuckled and crouched down next to you, pointing at the different holes.
"Well, that's because the baby will either have wings or a tail. So the same outfit comes in two different versions, one for a tailed-child and one for a winged-child." He explained calmly.
"Oh," you blushed, feeling like that should have been obvious.
You looked at the hooded clothing, too, noticing some hoods had holes for the baby's horns.
"The sonogram showed extra bones along the spine; our baby will most likely have wings based on the positioning, so you should get the ones with an opening along the back," he advised, and you nodded.
"But won't they get cold? And wings have different placements, right? Diavolo's wings are connected up higher along his back, and yours are two different places—" you panicked, and Lucifer rubbed your back.
"They have buttons...."
You paused, and your hormonal self started tearing up.
Panicking, Lucifer pulled you into his side. "It's okay, MC, you don't need to be sad. I know it's much different shopping for demon clothing than human clothing, but you're going to do just fine; it's just a little different than what you thought it'd be like growing up."
You nodded and wiped your tears away.
"I think this one is cute...it has a bow tie," you showed him, and he nodded, smiling happily.
"Yes, he'll look cute and fancy," he nodded approvingly. "Let's find one with a fake tie," he suggested, and you nodded and smiled.
He helped you get back to your feet and followed you around as you excitedly explored the clothes and found ones that reminded you of Lucifer. He wasn't sure about the cat onesie but agreed when you looked like you might cry if you didn't get it.
You spent hours at the store, all the while Lucifer hid the fact how happy he really was to be there with you.
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Fandom: Obey me!
Genre: hurt, comfort, angst, some fluff
Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)
Written for F!MC
TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL PARTS: graphic depictions of sexual assault / rape, gore, and violence.
CW: Graphic depictions of blood/gore, violation of consent for medical treatment, pap-smear exam and excessive mentions of genitalia, abortion, catatonia, PTSD, dissociation, flashbacks to instances of sexual violence, panic attacks, anxiety, swearing, physical violence between primary characters that is graphic, jealousy/romantic rivalry.
>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, please utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website. <<
Please exercise caution when reading this one. Its pretty intense. I made it a bit longer because it took me so long to produce! Read under the cut.
You can find any future parts by searching the tag #vermillion skies on my blog! I have added it to all parts!
Read part 6 here
You awaken to Simeon gently cupping your cheek in his hand. You blink slowly, adjusting to the bright florescent light that now shown brightly above you. As your vision adjusts, you notice a kino light positioned to the left of the bed, in addition to a folding table with a few horrifying-looking instruments placed neatly on it. Solomon was seated on a stool at the foot of the bed. Next to him sat a pair of stirrups. You felt your stomach twist with anxiety at the sight of the materials placed around you.
“Mc, It’s alright. It’s just us.” Solomon smiled gently and placed a hand reassuringly on your calf. “We were waiting until you woke up until we did anything.”
You stared at him intently and swallowed the lump that had now developed in your throat. You knew that today was the day they had planned on checking your internal injuries, but you didn't expect to wake up to what looked like torture devices stationed all around you.
“By the way, we found this on the floor next to you.” Simeon smiled and handed you a lightly crumped piece of paper. he had thought about keeping it from you, but after seeing your emotional state, he figured you needed it.
You reached for the small note with shaking hands. Unfurling it gently as you trembled with anxiety, you saw the familiar handwriting. A sudden whisp of his cologne filled your senses, indicating he had probably spurted some on the note for you. You took in a deep breath and absorbed the scent into your lungs. The trembling ceased enough for you to read what was written on the paper before you:
I didn’t want to wake you after you had finally gotten some peaceful rest, so I hope this short note will suffice.
Mammon and I have been summoned to an urgent meeting at Lord Diavolo’s castle. I am not too certain how long it will take, but I will try to hurry it along as fast as possible. I will plan to be back by early this afternoon at the latest
You are probably not thrilled to be without me for an undetermined amount of time, but Simeon and my other brothers will be there to tend to your needs until I return. I will try to check in every hour or so. Please do not hesitate to contact me or Mammon if you find yourself struggling without my presence.
I love you so very much, darling. Be strong.
You found a small smile twitch its way onto your lips. You stared at the letter for a while, re-reading it over and over. The note made your heart rate slow from its rapid pounding. You were so grateful that Lucifer had thought of leaving such a touching letter for you in his absence. He clearly intended to calm your nerves- meaning he he had surely recognized how highly anxious you had been without him lately.
Simeon noticed the calming effect the note gave you, and found himself feeling a twinge of sorrow as a result. He pondered why the feeling had surfaced within him...he knew that your smile was usually a wonderful experience for him...but it made him slightly irritated to know he wasn’t the one causing it.
Simeon knew it was wrong for him to have feelings for a human. After all, the last time such events occurred, it lead to an all-out war within the Celestial Realm. But something about you made his heart beat slightly faster. Perhaps it was the kindness you displayed to even the most undeserving of souls...or the way you so selflessly help those in need without regard for your own wellbeing...or maybe it was just the way you touch his arm so gently when you find something he says humorous... You had a firm grip on his heart, and it was agonizing for him. He had planned on confessing to you- he wanted so desperately to get the feelings out of their cage, but Lucifer had beaten him to the chase.
He found himself wondering what could have been had he confessed to you sooner. Would he have fallen just based on his confession alone? No...surely that wouldn’t be enough. After all, he had touched you in your most delicate areas all of those days ago, and his wings still remained as pure and white as freshly-fallen snow.
Despite his ability to maintain his outward purity however, he reluctantly acknowledge sin beginning to well within him. The lust that stirs deep within his loins when he sees your body pressed against Lucifer’s, wishing it was his own...the envy that boils within his chest when Lucifer grips one hand on your waist and places a delicate hand to your jaw, tilting your face up to meet him...and the absolute wrath he feels when you share such a passionate kiss with someone else- especially with the likes of the demon he used to call a brother.
He couldn't believe you had fallen for a demon- especially Lucifer. Lucifer was a brute, and he was sure that he had soiled your purity long before the other disgusting demon who had taken your body by force. You should be with someone who would treat you with the utmost respect, honor, and chastity that you deserved.
It should have been him.
“Simeon?” Solomon’s firm voice snaps him out of his thoughts.
Simeon’s gaze fell onto the sorcerer. Solomon was looking at him expectantly, as if he had asked him a question. He smiled nervously as a light pink blush dusted his features. “My apologies, I was lost in thought. Did you say something?”
Solomon rolled his eyes. He turned back to Simeon after sighing deeply. “I asked if you were ready to proceed? Mc says that she wants to get it over with.”
Simeon nodded and quickly made his way to the door. you were confused by his actions- maybe he was just locking it? But then, you saw him open the door and make a beckoning motion before turning back into the room. Your heart stopped when you saw the other 5 brothers follow suit behind him.
What are they doing here?! Your chest tightens when you realize that they would be somehow involved in the procedure. Simeon hadn't mentioned the other brothers would be around for this. The next thought to cross your mind hit you like a freight train as the brothers took their places around the bed and stared at you with eyes full of pity.
You felt your stomach lurch and bile threatened to slither up your esophagus. You snapped your intense gaze to Simeon. Though your ability to speak had wavered slightly, your facial expression spoke volumes. You felt betrayed by the fact that the brothers were involved in this planning without your consent, and that the specific details of your attack were likely shared among them as a result. You hoped it wasn't Simeon who had told them. He wouldn't have done that...would he?
Simeon caught your gaze and was taken aback by the hurt that was so clear in your eyes- especially when you had just been so content a few moments prior. "What's the matter, Lamb?"
You winced ar the pet name Simeon had become so accustomed to calling you. Now, it didn't feel endearing...it felt wrong. He moved to grasp your hand and you jerked away under the gentle grazing of his fingers against your skin. You could barely stomach the idea of being touched by any of them right now.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
Satan noticed your demeanor had clearly shifted once he and his brothers entered the room. He moved from his spot at the base of the bed and sat next to you. You refused to meet his gaze, instead fixating your gaze intently at the ceiling above you.
"Mc...were you not expecting the rest of us to be here?" His voice was soft, but there was a sense of anxiety lingering behind his words.
You shook your head, but your gaze did not move from its spot on the ceiling. Satan felt his heart sink at the dejected look on your face as you gave him the answer he dreaded. Your voice was barely above a whisper when you finally managed to speak, but your tone was laced with venom as the words spilled past your lips. "Who told you?"
Satan's eyes widened in shock at the fact that you had found the ability to speak, but he was even more concerned with the shaking timbre of your voice. He recognized the wrath building behind it and understood immediately why it was there. He whipped his head up to meet Simeon, his own fury building behind those pale green eyes.
"Did you tell everyone the gritty details of that assault to us without consulting her first?" He growled the words out at the Angel, who was now nervously shifting his weight between his feet.
Simeon glanced at you. Your eyes were now fixated on him, the look of betrayal growing deeper upon realizing he indeed was the one who shared that information without your approval. Simeon hadn't thought it important to ask for your consent on the matter, especially since they all surely would have known the details eventually. But now...he was second guessing that choice.
"Well?" Beelzebub added, feeling anger bubble within him as well at the Angel's willful disregard for your privacy. He knew it wasn't a fault on him that he knew this information...but he would have rather heard it only if you had wanted him to. Now, it just felt...wrong.
Simeon cleared his throat and nodded slowly. "I...I do apologize. My intention wasn't to-"
At his words you shot up from your position, now sitting upright and facing him. "Why did you think they needed to know?!" You snapped at him, your cheeks hot with embarrassment.
You loved Simeon. He was a very close friend to you- someone you trusted with all of your being. It was almost unbelievable that he would be so careless with the information he was giving out- like he didn't once consider how you felt about the events that transpired. You found yourself wondering who else he could have told besides those who stood in the room with you now.
Did he tell Luke? What about the other students in Purgatory Hall? Maybe even the little Ds?
The fact that he would just tell the rest of the brothers when Lucifer had so carefully ensured they knew as little as possible to save you embarrassment...it infuriated you. Lucifer had confessed to informing Barbatos and Diavolo, and that had hurt you too- but you understood that they probably did need to know in regards to moving forward in your treatment and adding measures to your safety. While it still produced shame, you knew Lucifer had your wellbeing in mind. With Simeon, however, that didn't necessarily seem to be the case.
But Belphie, Beel, and Levi? They had no reason to know any of the details. And Asmo and Satan did not need to know more than you knew they already did.
Simeon swallowed hard, feeling a bit fearful of your newly developed anger. He thought that perhaps Lucifer may be rubbing off on you a bit too much. "I...figured they could all help and provide you support during the procedure." His voice was quiet and small. "I apologize that my actions upset you."
Your lip trembled slightly as you ducked your head down to compose yourself. Your voice was faint, but still held a significant amount of contempt. "You acknowledge my hurt, but you don't seem to regret telling what wasn't yours to tell. Plus, I was told by you that the procedure would involve just you and Solomon- no one else."
"Excuse me?!" Satan was now on his feet; a dark aura consuming him as his demon form threatened to burst. "You told us she was informed of all of that when we met about it a few days ago!"
You closed your eyes and tried to count to ten to calm the anger you felt. How could he do this to you?! Why did he not think to consult you on either of these things?! And why did he lie?!
"I...I..." Simeon stumbled over his words as he tried to think of a response that wouldn't provoke you or Satan more.
All eyes in the room were on him. So much contempt and anger for his actions was held in the stares- with the exeptions of Solomon and Asmodeus. Their gaze held an intense pity for the Angel, who was now risking losing a close friend...one that Solomon knew he desired to be more than just friends with.
Simeon looked into your eyes. The way you glared at him now with what he interpreted as absolute hatred completely shattered his heart. He could not have known such a simple action could have produced this response, but now it appeared you wanted nothing to do with him. He took a step toward you, his arm outstretched in a pleading manner. "Mc..."
"Get out." You hissed under your breath and turned your head away. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to stop the hot tears that threatened to spill.
"Please, I-" he tried to say something in response. He needed to apologize again...He needed your forgiveness. He couldn't just leave now- not with the fear lingering in the air of you excommunicating yourself from him.
You shot your eyes open and turned your attention directly to him. Your voice was now raised to nearly a yell, but there was a wavering behind it that indicated you were close to breaking down. "I said get out!"
Simeon jolted back. He had never seen you this angry before. He didn't want to leave you, as he knew his job was to lessen the pain of the procedure, but he knew you would not allow him anywhere near you- let alone touch you- with how upset you were. He sighed and nodded sadly, slowly turning toward the door. He exited the room, leaving you with Solomon and the 5 brothers. Once in the hall, he dropped to the floor and thought about how he could make things right and praying you wouldn't cut him out of your life.
You sighed and lowered yourself back to a lying position. All the brothers stood in awkward silence around you, unsure if they should follow suit in Simeon's exit.
Satan was the first to speak. "Mc, would you like to rescind your approval of doing this procedure? We wouldn't blame you if that's the case."
You pondered the idea for a minute. You didn't really want to go through with it anymore, but you knew if you denied the treatment now, the hospital would be your next destination. The thought made you shudder. You ultimately shook your head. "No...Let's just get it over with."
"You're sure?" Solomon searched your eyes for confirmation.
You sighed. "I'm sure."
Solomon nodded and began directing the brothers on how to help prepare you. With Simeon gone, you wouldn't have anyone with the healing knowledge to manage the pain. Solomon gave you more of the pain-relieving flowers, but he knew they could only do so much.
Beel and Belphie took their place on either side of you and helped you move your lower half to the edge of the bed. Satan held the flat sheet over your abdomen as you moved, careful not to accidentally expose you and cause you further emotional turmoil. Asmodeus then adjusted your legs into the stirrups, ensuring you had time to adjust to the discomfort of the position before raising them slightly. Solomon took his time in sanitizing the devices at his side, and adding lubricant to the large speculum that was to enter you first.
After ensuring things were appropriately situated, Solomon instructed Asmo to assist Beel and Belphie with comforting you. He sat on the crown of the bed, and pet your head gently, while Beel and Belphie held your hands tightly. Levi was asked to wait by the door, and was told to leave should he get a phone call from Lucifer or Mammon.
Solomon locked eyes with you and had noticed how ragged your breathing had become. "Mc, I am going to start now. I will keep your lower half hidden from everyone but myself and Satan. Is that ok?" His voice was soft and reassuring.
You took in a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut. After a long pause, you finally found your voice. "Just do it."
Solomon hesitated, but nodded and lifted the blanket gently. You felt a rush of air hit your pelvis and you shuddered at the chilling sensation. He paused, allowing you time to adjust to being exposed. He imagined the embarrassment you felt at the notion of being seen in this way with anyone but Lucifer, and he wanted to be sensitive to the fact that this procedure was going to be a very violating experience for you.
Satan began to narrate Solomon's actions. He wanted to provide some sort of comfort to you, as he figured you would like to know exactly what he was doing after experiencing Simeon's dishonesty. He purposefully made his voice as softer as he spoke. "Solomon is going to be inserting the speculum into your opening. It is not going to feel very pleasant, but he will take his time and try to make it as painless as possible."
You then felt the cool tip of the metal speculum penetrate your vulva. You hissed at the pain that the slow insertion caused to ripple through your body. Your hands tightened around Beel and Belphie's, and they both squeezed your hands back reassuring you that they were there for you, and that you wouldn't have to suffer alone.
Solomon paused and glanced up at your face. He saw your pained expression and the quickened rise and fall of your chest. He knew that he needed to go slow for you, because if he didn't, you would surely be retraumatized. After a moment, he nodded to Satan, indicating he planned on continuing.
"He's now going to expand it so he can see inside. This....this is definitely going to hurt...a lot." Satan shot you a sympathetic glance as Solomon began expanding your opening with the tool.
You bit your lip to prevent yourself from screaming at the increasing sharp pain that pulsated through your entire body. Loud whimpers escaped your vocal cords and you felt a soft hand brush your hair back from your face. You were too afraid to open your eyes, but you assumed that it had to be Asmodeus.
Solomon hadn't even really begun to do much, but you were already in so much pain. The way the speculum stretched your opening felt dangerously similar to the way your rapist's phallus had felt ramming into you, and you couldn't rid your mind of memories that began flooding back.
"You're doing good, Mc." Satan cooed softly, placing a gentle pat on your calf. He noticed the way your body had begun to tremble, and he figured you may have been triggered. He signaled for Beel and Belphie to give you some sort of reassurance that you were safe, but before they could do so, the buzzing of your phone filled the room.
All eyes shot to the nightstand as the phone continued to ring. Asmodeus quicklyhanded the phone to Leviathan and urged him to answer it. Levi took the phone with shaking hands, and saw the caller ID displayed Lucifer's name, along with a picture of you both sharing a small kiss. Levi gulped and Answered the phone. His voice shook violently as he tried to maintain his composure. "H-hello?"
"Oi, Mc- Lucifer's been texting ya all damn morning and ya haven't said nothin' back. Everythin' ok there?" Mammon's voice could be heard vaguely by the others in the room and a relieved breath escaped from everyone's throats. They were glad it was just Mammon.
"Uh-" Leviathan tried to find something to say in response. Asmo gestured at him to say something more but Levi struggled to find anything in his brain to give him in response.
"Wait a minute...Levi?" Mammon sounded confused at his brother answering your phone.
"Uh- yeah! Mc is...uh...sleeping!" His nervousness betrayed the fact that he was so obviously lying.
"...still? It's well past Noon. We left almost 4 hours ago." He grumbled the response back. "She shoulda been awake to eat somethin' by now."
Solomon knew that Mammon wasn't all that bright, but he also knew that Levi's lies would be too obvious. He did not want to be caught up in your treatment when Lucifer returned, so he had to work faster. He shooed Levi, trying to signal him to leave the room and decided to press on. It would hurt more the faster he went, but at this point the choice was forced.
The others were too enthralled at the phone conversation to pay attention to what he was doing. He grabbed a long cotton swab and inserted it into your vagina, scraping it on the edges of your wall to see if there was any open or infected wounds within.
An intense scream erupted from your vocal cords at the feeling- both due to the pain and because you didn't expect what was happening without Satan's commentary. The sudden loud noise made everyone but Solomon jump in surprise. Your mind flashed rapidly with images of the demon who abused you towering over you, licking the blood from his fingers as he grinned at the suffering he was causing.
Solomon continued running the cotton swab against your innards before removing it to study any findings closer. You whimpered as tears freely fell from behind your eyelids. Satan pressed a hand delicately on your calf and waived intensely at Levi to leave the room, but it was too late.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Mamon gasped upon hearing the scream. "...Was that Mc!?"
Levi hurried out the door, shutting it behind him as his breathing rate picked up. "Uh...n-no. That was...uh...Asmo? I think he broke a nail o-or something."
“Levi, I don’t buy that for a damn second.” Mammon snarled. “I know her voice well enough by now. You better tell me what’s-”
Mammon was clearly growing suspicious, and Levi began to panic. "No! No- She's fine! I swear!"
Just as the words left his lips, another scream burst from your vocal cords and could be heard clearly from behind the closed door. This one was much louder than the last, and it was very clear based on the sheer volume and intensity that you were truly in unbearable amounts of pain. Levi shuddered at the sound, feeling guilt fester in his stomach as his panic grew.
Solomon had now pressed a small tube into your cervix and was expanding it to see behind the small opening in an attempt to assess your uterus for any fertilized eggs. The pain you felt at the action was so intense, that Beel, Asmo, Belphie, and Satan all had to move quickly to hold you down and prevent you from squirming and causing Solomon to really injure you.
Levi quickly ended the call and turned off your phone. His hands were trembling violently and his breathing was shuddered. He felt nausea rise in his stomach at the fact that Lucifer and Mammon were probably now on their way back...and probably very angry.
Simeon looked up as Levi from his position on the floor. He watched as Leviathan shook and nearly collapsed at the fear the situation had elicited in him. Simeon rose and gripped his hand onto Levi's shoulder reassuringly, but his expression betrayed his own fear.
They were both sure that the consequences that awaited all of them wouldn't be merciful.
"So what are ya doin' callin' us here this early in the mornin', huh?" Mammon kicked his feet up on the coffee table that sat in the center of Diavolo's office. He wasn't normally someone who got up early. While he was glad that he was considered to be consulted with on your care, he just wished Diavolo could have called the meeting later in the day.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes at Mammon's behavior and crossed his left knee over his right.
"Ha! I'm aware that neither of you are morning demons like myself!" He let out a deep laugh and gave them both a wide grin. "Allow me to treat you to some tea and sweets for your cooperation in our little meeting."
Diavolo rose from behind his desk and moved over to the large bay window that looked out to all of Devildom; the bright city lights illuminated the room in a soft golden glow. He lifted the cloche from the serving tray, revealing a generous pile of hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies and a kettle of shifting-blend tea.
"Diavolo, that is very kind of you- but I assure you such special treatment is not necessary." Lucifer gave him a half smile.
"Speak for ya'self!" Mammon jumped up and grabbed a plateful of cookies, as well as a nearly-overflowing cup of tea.
Lucifer rolled his eyes. Of course Mammon would take advantage of a free handout.
Diavolo chuckled and filled a cup of tea for Lucifer, and took a cup for himself as well. He waited patiently for Mammon to eat before speaking. Lucifer sipped his tea as Diavolo spoke.
"So, I specifically wanted to discuss how we move forward in ensuring Mc's safety in Devildom- if she chooses to stay here as we had initially planned." Diavolo stirred his tea with a small spoon as he spoke. "Considering this is the first serious attempt on her life by a lower demon, I am hesitant to believe it will be the last."
Lucifer tensed. He had known that there had been lower demons who eyed you hungrily when you were out and about,, but none had dared attempt to hurt you when they knew the consequences would be angering one of the most powerful demons in the realm- especially after you and Lucifer had started dating. However, now that one has done what had seemed to be impossible, he was sure there would be more who would be bold enough to attempt to harm you...Even though Lucifer annihilated the scum, he didn't think that would be enough to dissuade every single demon who resided here.
He shuddered at the thought of another incident happening, but he was glad Diavolo was taking the initiative to ensure your safety.
"I think she should have body guards." Mammon chimed in, barely swallowing another cookie before he spoke. "I'll volunteer to be one of 'em. Especially if it gets me outta class...and I get paid for it."
"Absolutely not, Mammon." Lucifer sighed in frustration at yet another idiotic idea coming from his brother's brain.
Diavolo smiled. "I actually think that is not a bad idea, but I wanted to discuss a budget for other precautions around the house, in addition to creating a schedule for when she will be escorted where she needs to go."
Lucifer nodded and leaned back in his chair, taking another long-drawn sip of tea. "I will be her primary escort. She feels safest with me, and lower demons will be less likely to try anything with me at her side."
Now it was Mammons turn to roll his eyes. "Look, I know you're dating her and everythin', but ya can't just use this as another excuse to keep her time from the rest of us!"
Lucifer narrowed his eyes at Mammon. "I presume that wasn't your original intention at your offer then, hm?"
Mammon blushed, surprised by Lucifers assertion. It was indeed correct, but he would never admit to it. "N-no! That's not it at all!"
"Oh, sure." Lucifer folded one arm over his chest as he continued drinking his tea. Soon enough, he found the cup empty. Diavolo quickly refilled it for him without asking, and sat at his desk, eagerly watching the two argue back and forth. Finally, Lucifer snapped. "Enough of this. What are your thoughts, lord Diavolo?"
Diavolo smiled, noticing Mammon down his tea in frustration. Diavolo's cup remained untouched spare the gentle 'tink' of his spoon as it circled the ceramic. "I believe it warrants further discussion."
Diavolo provided his thoughts on the matter, and debated the extent of your care with the two eldest brothers. They discussed the matter for what seemed like hours, and Diavolo continuously refilled their tea when he found them running low.
Lucifer paused a few times in between to send you a text message from his D.D.D to check in how you were doing.
9:30a, Lucifer: Good morning Love. I am sure you're still sleeping soundly, but I wanted to let you know that we are at Lord Diavolo's quarters now. I will check in with you later. Take care.
10:38a, Lucifer: I hope that by now you are awake and have eaten something- even if just a piece of toast. I plan on stopping by Ristorante Six on our way home to pick up some of the chilled Darkened Beet & Horned Goose soup you like so much for lunch. Does this sound ok?
11:25am, Lucifer: Mc, I do hope my brothers didn't let you sleep in this late. I know you need your rest, but I feel it imperative to your continued healing to be awake during times that you can be. Besides, I do want to make sure you're eating regularly in order to rebuild your strength.
12:02pm, Lucifer: Mc...?
As the top of the noon hour passed, Lucifer felt himself growing anxious that he hadn't heard from you. He also felt a strange tingling in his stomach. Perhaps a result of the anxiety of being away from her and not receiving a response, he reasoned. He requested that Mammon give you a call to see what was going on, but he had failed to bring his device with him to the castle- forgetting it in the pocket of his other jacket. Lucifer gave Mammon his device after asserting he only use it to call you and return to the room when he had gotten ahold of you.
Mammon felt slightly light-headed as he stood from his seat and made his way to the hall to call you. He shook the feeling off and figured he had just eaten too much too fast. Once in the hall, he dialed your number and awaited your response.
Lucifer uncrossed his legs and leaned forward in his seat. His stomach had began cramping slightly and the position he was holding had clearly not been helping. A stomach ache? Perhaps I drank too much tea...
"Everything alright Lucifer?" Diavolo asked him sincerely, but there seemed to be a lack of concern behind his eyes. Lucifer studied his face for a moment and then his eyes fell to the cup on Diavolo's desk...one he had yet to drink out of at all in the hours they had been conversing.
Lucifer felt suspicion rise within him at the sight, and straightened his back. He met Diavolo's gaze and narrowed his eyes. "Why have you not drank any of your tea, my lord?"
Diavolo's smile fell slightly. He was hoping Lucifer wouldn't take notice of that small detail, but he wasn't surprised that he did. Lucifer was very observant, and he knew that the paranoia he had begun to exhibit since your attack would lead to him being more hyperaware of his surroundings than usual.
Lucifer felt his heart begin to beat faster and a lump developed in his throat as Diavolo remained silent. They stared eachother down for a moment, before the sound of Mammon's terrified yell from the hall jolted him from the trance.
"What the fuck is going on?! ...Was that Mc!?"
Lucifer's eyes widened as Diavolo cleared his throat and dropped his gaze. His mind raced at all of the things that could be going wrong right now. He rose from his seat and slammed his hands on the demon lord's desk, rage building within him.
"Diavolo, What the hell is going on here!?" His breathing was intense and uneven. His head was spinning slightly, but he wasn't sure if it was the panic brewing within him or the effects of tea that he now realized had been intentionally spiked.
Diavolo sighed and turned his gaze to the window. In the distance, the House of Lamentation was visible. He knew that putting the tranquilizer in their tea was the best option in case the procedure turned out to be a failure- which seemed to be the case based on Mammon's words. The sudden scream that they both were barely able to hear from the phone call confirmed this as well.
The color drained from Lucifers face completely as he stumbled backwards at the recognizable scream. Mammon and Barbatos burst through the office door, expressions of pure rage on their features as they approached his desk.
"What the fuck have you done?!" Mammon roared, gripping Diavolo by the collar and pulling him forward over his desk.
Lucifer's mind continued to race. As the thoughts came and went, he began connecting the dots. Between Solomon and Simeon's suspicious behaviors, all his brothers except Mammon coming home late a few nights ago, the seeming randomness of this meeting that was called, and the conversation that occurred in his office about ensuring you weren't experiencing internal infection or pregnancy, he realized what had happened.
"You..." He rasped out in a low growl. "You let him do it."
Diavolo sighed and freed himself from Mammon's grasp. "You wouldn't listen to reason, Lucifer. We had to try the best option at our disposal first- and that option was Solomon."
At the confirmation of his fears, Lucifer stormed out of the room. He couldn't bare to continue to face the person he once considered a friend who had so thoroughly betrayed him. Mammon followed close on his heels. He knew they had to act quickly to return to your side and get that slimey sorcerer's hands off of you.
As they exited, Barbatos turned his attention to Diavolo- his intense teal eyes bore holes into his head as the anger built within him. As he spoke, his voice was barely audible.
"Young master...what have you done?"
Diavolo sighed and moved from behind his desk. "I did what I had to do."
Barbatos jerked back slightly at his words and his gaze fell to the kettle before him. He picked up the faint scent of a tranquilizing potion, and realized he had attempted to sedate the two eldest brothers in the event that they should learn about his actions.
Diavolo beckoned for the butler to follow him. "I'll explain on the way there."
"Try to relax, Mc." Solomon pleaded as your body jolted underneath the numerous materials that were filling your insides. The last thing he wanted was to inflict further harm, but he had no time to waste.
He had indeed found an embryo of a spawn that was pretty far along in its gestation for only being conceived a little less than 2 weeks prior. It appeared that, because it was part demon, the gestational timeline was accelerated. In terms of human gestation, it was almost the equivalent of 5 weeks into its growth- something that would easily be detected within a matter of days as the symptoms of pregnancy would surely start to rear their ugly head.
He needed to remove it, but in order to do so, he needed to get the hooked tool in exactly the right place, otherwise he ran the risk of tearing the lining of your ovaries and sending you into shock.
You pleaded with Solomon to stop the process. The pain was unbearable- much worse than that of the rape you had experienced. It felt as if multiple blades were being thrust into you relentlessly. Tears continued to spill behind your eyes and you tried desperately to free yourself from the intense grip the four youngest brothers had on your body. You screamed as loud as you could, but to no avail. Solomon fully intended on finishing what he started- whether you agreed or not.
Perhaps Lucifer was right all along. The sorcerer truly couldn't be trusted.
"Solomon, look at what you're doing to her!" Beelzebub was close to tears as he watched you helplessly writhe beneath his hands. The painful wails that erupted from your soul sliced deeper and deeper into his heart with each passing second. "Please... just end this now!"
"I can't just do that, Beel." He sighed as he pulled the hooked tool back out once more. He glanced up at the brothers, who were now staring at him with horrified expressions on their faces. "We need to finish this. Please just hold her still so I don't hurt her worse than I already am."
Beel felt tears sting the back of his eyes as he met your gaze. He mouthed an apology and put more weight onto the hold he had on your posterior. You wheezed as he pressed down on you. You struggled to pass air into your lungs due to the added weight, and your screams became somewhat subdued as a result.
"Perfect, hold her there!" Solomon took a deep breath and quickly inserted the hooked tool once again, but this time he was able to latch onto the embryo. He pulled the tool back slowly and the embryo followed, releasing from its attachment on your uterine lining.
You groaned at the dull ache that now manifested under Beel's weight and the feeling of something decently sized being pulled out of you. You had no idea what was happening- you hadn't since the brothers moved to hold you down. You weren't sure if Satan's commentary would have helped at this point, but you did desperately want to know what Solomon was doing. Without the information, you were left to all of the twisted images and thoughts your brain could come up with.
Solomon sighed in relief as the embryo came out, fully intact. He placed it in a jar he had set aside just in case and sealed it off. Right before he moved to take out the other tools, he felt the floor shake beneath him as the sound of the front door slamming against the wall reverberated through the House of Lamentation. He felt his chest tighten at the realization that he had run down his clock.
He needed more time.
In his panic, he removed the tube from your cervix a little faster than he should have, producing another scream from deep inside you. He winced at the sound and noticed a fresh spurt of blood exit your vulva.
Shit, he thought, moving to grab a rag from the table beside him. I need to be more careful.
Lucifer's booming voice could now be heard from the hall, yelling at Simeon and Leviathan to move out of his way. He knew they couldn't be held off forever- he just hoped that the tranquilizer he had given Diavolo worked to weaken them enough to where he would have time to put the healing balm on the infected lacerations that littered your vaginal walls.
Intense crashing echoed from the hall as Solomon carefully removed the speculum and used a rag to soak up the blood that was now all over the sheets, the floor, and his clothes. As he held the rag to your entry, he heard the sound of Simeon's wails in pain.
Shit. He gritted his teeth. Shit, shit, shit!
He tossed the rag aside and quickly soaked his fingers in the balming gel. He ensured a healthy amount was distributed before quickly thrusting his index, middle, and ring finger into your opening.
You let out another intense scream at the feeling of Solomon's fingers suddenly massaging your vaginal walls. Your thoughts roared in your head as you body shuddered under his touch. The pain was now completely mirroring that which you experienced during the assault, and your mind flashed violent images of the demon hurling himself within you.
"Please!" You wailed out through sobs. "Please, stop!"
Suddenly, the door to the bedroom burst open. You turned your head and slowly opened your eyes to see Lucifer's demon form. Through the flashes of images assaulting your mind, you could also see that he had a fistful of white feathers in his hand, and blood was spattered all over his clothing. Behind Lucifer's legs- in addition to Mammon's unconscious body, you could make out traces of Levi's form.
You squeezed your eyes shut once more and begged silently for this to all be a bad dream.
Lucifer felt his vision blur and readjust rapidly as he ran toward home. Mammon was surprisingly able to keep up his pace with Lucifer, but he knew it was probably the effects of whatever Diavolo had put in his drink that had clearly weakend him. The two were silent as they hurried back to the House of Lamentation, both now understanding why you had lost your ability to speak for so long after the attack.
Lucifer was so entirely blinded by wrath that he didn't even think about using his key to unlock the door. He tensed his body as he approached the front door and hurled himself straight through the entry, nearly blasting the door off it's hinges.
Mammon rushed past him and climbed the stairs quickly, shouting your name as he sprinted. Lucifer followed closely behind, picking up his pace when he heard your scream echo in the distance. He was still unable to find his speaking ability until he reached the top of the stairs.
Mammon had frozen at the edge of the hall. As Lucifer emerged from the stairwell, he saw why his younger brother had paused. Before him stood Leviathan and Simeon. Levi was in his demon form, but clearly trembled in fear at the sight of his angered brothers. Simeon's snowy wings were outstretched behind him, and he stood confidently in front of Lucifer's bedroom door.
Lucifer's face twisted in disgust as he slowly moved toward the two individuals who blocked his way to you. Mammon followed behind. His demon form had already been out when he grabbed Diavolo by the collar, but Lucifer had managed to keep his at bay until now. As he approached, his horns sprouted from his head and his wings unfurled. They shuddered violently as he walked, indicating his level of anger at what was happening. He stopped a few feet from the angel before him.
"Move" was all he was able to growl out.
Simeon shook his head. Lucifer could now see that his confidence was all show, and an intense fear lingered behind his eyes. Despite the fact that Lucifer was weakened, the angel likely still didn't stand a chance against him.
"I said...Move." Lucifer threateningly bore his sharp fangs at Simeon as he snarled at him. "Or I will make you move."
Simeon puffed out his chest and spread his wings wider. "I can't do that."
Mammon scoffed attempted to push past Simeon, but was gripped by Levi's tail and thrown backwards into the hall.
"P-please don't." He stuttered out, fear evident in his shaky voice.
Mammon stared at his brother, he was shocked at his participation in the events that had been causing you so much pain. He screamed in rage and lunged toward Levi, sending them both tumbling backwards in a fit of snarls and punches.
Lucifer glared at Simeon and felt his wrath completely take over. He sprinted toward him and attempted to land a punch on the side of his face. Simeon barely ducked in time to catch Lucifer by the waist and tackle him backward. Simeon was surprised he had gotten the upper hand on him so quickly, but knew it was probably due to the effects of the sedative.
He managed to land a few punches on Lucifer's jaw before he gripped Simeons arm and threw him off. Simeon's body rammed against Mammon, who had previously had Leviathan pinned and was about to strike his face with his claws. Simeon shook the daze off and jumped to his feet. He lifted his fists quickly as he saw Lucifer rush toward him.
Mammon tried to grab Simeon by the back of the knee, but he was pulled backward suddenly by Levi's tail as it wrapped around his ankle. Levi whipped Mammon through the wall that lead to your bedroom, and then pounced on top of him through the new opening that was created. The two brothers continued their violent dance, landing blow after blow on eachother.
Luifer ducked as Simeon swung once more at his face, he swept Simeon's leg, resulting in the angel falling on his back. Lucifer kicked him hard in the stomach, resulting in Simeon coughing up bile and blood. He managed to grab Lucifer's leg and push him backwards on his second attempt at a kick.
As Simeon shakily attempted to raise himself off the floor, Lucifer's knee collided with the side of his jaw. Despite his vision moving in and out of clarity, he still maintained an exorbitant amount of strength and speed. Blood spattered on Lucifers clothes as Simeon fell to the floor, groaning. Lucifer straddled him and began landing blows into Simeon's face. His vision flickered frequently, and half his punches ended up crashing into the floor next to Simeon's head. Just as Lucifer was about to land another blow, Levi's tail wrapped firmly around his neck and yanked him backward off of Simeon.
Simeon scrambled to his feet and glanced around, looking for Mammon. His search soon ended when the 2nd oldest jumped on his back and captured him in a headlock. Simeon could tell the clear difference in strength between Lucifer and Mammon, and he managed to get Mammon off with ease and sent him flying into Lucifer. He had managed to free himself from Levi's grasp, only to be sent careening toward the ground as Mammon collided with him.
Mammon groaned and attempted to lift himself off of his brother, but unconsciousness suddenly took over him. Lucifer threw his body off and onto Levi as he stood to once again face Simeon. They both sprinted toward eachother in a flash and caught each other by the wrists. Simeon hoped that the stalling had continued to weaken Lucifer's strength, but he overpowered him quickly and he managed to backhand Simeon hard.
Simeon fell to the ground on his stomach. He tried to get up, but then felt Lucifers heel dig into the center of his spine and he collapsed on the floor once more. He then let out an agonizing wail as Lucifer gripped his wings in his fists and pulled back on them. He felt an intense rippling pain shoot through his spine at Lucifer's attempts to tear off his wings. His wails continued as he tried his hardest to squirm out from underneath his foot.
Lucifer fully intended to completely strip the angel of his wings for the way he had not-so-subtly gone behind his back to cause you more torment. He was just about to completely yank back when your pained scream echoed through the door behind him.
He immediately dropped Simeon to the floor and rushed to his room. He burst through the door and immediately froze upon seeing your body held in place by his brothers, and the blood that coated Solomon at your posterior.
Lucifer was on Solomon in an instant. He gripped him by the neck and slammed him against the adjacent wall, cracking the plaster behind him. Solomon groaned at the impact and struggled to free himself. Lucifer didn't say a word, only stared at him with intense fury. The blood on his clothing and hands that so clearly belonged to you only fueled his rage.
"L-Lucifer, please." Solomon gasped out as he struggled to get air into his lungs. "Let me explain-"
Lucifer snarled and bore his fangs at the sorcerer. His eyes were completely glossed over with wrath as Solomon tried to speak. A dark black and green aura radiated from his form throughout the room. Lucifer's grip tightened around Solomon's neck and his eyes widened in fear as he attempted to take in any oxygen.
Even Satan was frozen in fear at the intensity of the wrath he displayed. He knew that Lucifer fully intended on killing the sorcerer. And not even the combined strength of the younger brothers could stop him.
Lucifer was about to crush his windpipe when he suddenly felt a large mass slam into his body. Solomon was dropped from his hands as he careened toward the wall, slamming into it with a force that shattered the plaster.
Solomon gasped for air and jerked his head up to see Diavolo and Barbatos standing before him. Diavolo glanced down at the sorcerer and gave him a gentle nod, before instructing Barbatos to tend to his injuries.
Lucifer groaned and lifted his head before unconsciousness took over him. He met Diavolo's eyes, and for an instant, he saw remorse pass by his features.
And then, the room faded to black.
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Undateables and brothers with an MC playing with their horns
Brothers and Royals With A MC That Plays With Their Horns
For the sake of this fic, demon horns are going to be sensitive here. That's all I have to say. I'd play with Satan's horns any day.
Brothers and Dateables With A MC Touching their Wings here.
"I don't know why you insist on touching—ah, gentle."
A sigh escapes Lucifer when your fingers brush against the base of his horns. You can see the effect it has on the demon: he is now sighing in your lap, in bliss as you pet his horns.
"Are they sensitive?"
The demon shoots you a scowl. You chuckle, fingers finding their way again to the horns adorning his head. You already know the effect your touch has on him, reduced to a sighing mess, like a cat in pure bliss when you pet it.
But you like to tease Lucifer.
The next few moments pass in silence as you continue petting his horns, with your prideful demon in your lap. You can faintly hear the cacophony of the others in the hallway, but that's a noise you're both willing to ignore for the sake of each other.
But when another noise joins, Lucifer squints as he stares at the shiny object in your hand, and you freeze; having been caught in the act.
None of you move for a hot minute, with Lucifer staring at the offending item in your hand like it's going to bite his ankles, and you freeze in shame.
He closes his eyes again.
"Aren't you going to say anything?"
"Even if I do, you're still not going to cease your attempts."
You grin, resuming the action of placing the anklet on his horns, draping the jewellery carefully so that it doesn't tangle but neither falls off.
And when you look back to admire your work, you can imagine the halo that must have been on his head, brighter and shinier than any jewel.
You smile again at the scowling demon, resuming your ministrations on his horn and hair. You thought demon horns weren't sensitive, but here are you.
"Don't you dare."
But you dare. You know you're the only person Lucifer would ever allow to call him such atrocious titles and pet his hair, stroke his horns and place jewellery on them.
When your fingers brush at the tip, a noise escapes Lucifer.
Not a moan, not a sigh, not a gasp.
The rumbling noise is enough to tell the answer: it's a purr.
Lucifer Morningstar, Avatar of Pride and Eldest of the Seven Brothers, is now lying on your lap and purring like a cat as you stroke the horns adoring his head.
The horns are a replacement for the halo, another sign of the change he has undergone. With the jewels, the black horns are brought to life.
But no halo or jewellery can compare to the light the Morningstar radiates. Even in the darkest days and times, Lucifer shines the brightest, as he was intended too.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.
"Your horns are very useful."
You murmur, noticing how the demon immediately blushes at your statement. His horns are indeed, very useful. From the shape to their design—everything about them is unique. Including its use.
"I'm not a bottlescrew!"
You roll your eyes. "Sure you are," You declare, easing the wine bottle closer towards his horns. They're shaped like a corkscrew, but do they also work like that as well?
"No touching! Grrr!"
You raise your hands in defeat. "Alright, alright," You counter, gazing at the demon whose flustered by holding your hand to stop your movements. "Should I stop touching you then?"
The look on Mammon's face is worthy of a picture.
"No—Yes! AHHH! I mean—"
The demon splutters, stumbling over his own words as he blushes. You know it's all an act, that Mammon wants nothing more than you to touch him. He's always been greedy for you.
So you do.
Reaching out, you place a careful finger on the tip of the appendages on his head. The action immediately silences Mammon, who now stands frozen. You can see his eyes trace your every movement. Every careful stroke and touch, he observes with intensity.
And soon, it isn't long before Mammon is now draped in your lap, your hands soothingly massaging his horns and hair. You can feel him sigh in contentment as you card your fingers through his hair.
He's always been greedy for you.
And who are you to refuse?
He'd fit right in amongst the fishes.
That's the first thing you notice on seeing the coral horns on Levi's head. Given that water is his domain, his more 'demonic' parts would be that of a sea serpent and coral horns.
"Fishy," You whisper, gazing at the demon whose focused on his game, the bass of the final boss reverberating in the air. Levi doesn't hear your observation, but he definetly feels a pair of eyes ogling his head.
"W-What are y-you doing?"
His citrine eyes dart nervously between you and the screen. Instinctively, the tail reaches for his head as his hands are occupied with the controller.
On feeling nothing strange there, Levi shoots you a nervous look.
"Your horns," You declare, not tearing your gaze away from the appendages on his head. At your statement, the purple-haired demon gets up from his chair to inspect his reflection in the glass screen.
But when he doesn't find anything out of the ordinary, a frown falls on his face.
Your eyebrows furrow at the action. You know what is going on in the demon's mind; that he's simply a worthless and ugly shut-in who looks like a freak.
Words fail Leviathan when your hands come to rest on his horns. His posture stiffens, and Levi would be in a stupor right now if not for your words.
A gentle touch against his horns.
"You're not what you think you are."
A brush against his tail.
A kiss to his horns.
Levi doesn't know what he's done to deserve you. Time and time again, you come and make him see the things he's refused, imagined, twisted in his mind.
You're going to be the death of him one day, with your love.
But Levi's going to die a happy death.
Satan doesn't dislike his more..demonic features.
He simply prefers being calm and polite. With his sharp horns and tail coiled around his leg as a sign of control, Satan is a perfect member of the knowledgeable demon elite.
But he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him.
"Careful," Satan warns as he observes your movements. He had been puzzled yet intrigued at your request to inspect his demon form, and he obliged.
You nod in response, gently tracing a finger from the base to the curved tip. Satan was right, they indeed are sharp if not handled carefully, but there's nothing stopping you from showering your beloved demon in affection.
They're covered with scales, you only realize when you feel the sensation of his appendages in your hands.
"Ah, I'm so sorry!"
The blonde demon stumbles over his words at having caught his unruly tail in the action of coiling itself around your leg. That's why he keeps it close to his body, but it seems the heart never listens.
"It's alright," You mumble, gently taking the appendage in your hands as you observe the green scales. You can feel it tremble under your touch.
"You aren't hurt, right?"
"Not at all. In fact, your tail seems to particularly like me."
The blush on Satan's face is adorable, yet embarrassed.
"Can you..touch my horns again, please?"
You find him lowering his head so that you can easily access his horns, like a cat.
If anything, Asmodeus adores his demon form.
The demon flaunts his wings and horns pridefully. He has had many touch his horns and tail in amorous encounters, and Asmo has welcomed it.
But there's a certain emotion brewing in his heart when you massage his horns.
"Your horns are so smooth to the touch!" You exclaim, marvelling over each smooth appendage as you glide a finger across. The demon's horns are ending in pink at the tip, with delicate patterns .
Underneath you, Asmodeus shivers.
"Indeed they are! I make sure to polish them regularly! Smoother and more alluring than others!"
You nod in reply, stroking the area around where his horns emerge. At that action, the demon sighs before leaning into you more.
You let him, placing a hand on the nape of the neck as Asmo adjusts his position to ensure that his horns don't accidentally hurt you. He could never let that happen.
"Would you like me to decorate your horns with some jewellery?"
The demon immediately perks up, excitement thrumming in his veins at your question. Before you know it, Asmodeus has intertwined his fingers with yours, and now your lips are barely apart.
He doesn't give a reply, instead choosing to bury his face in the crevice of your neck. His wings flutter softly, silently, as you feel Asmodeus smile.
"I would love that."
Beel doesn't play much attention to his more demonic traits. Like the horns on his head or the wings on his back, the demon doesn't fawn over them like Asmodeus, or take pride in them.
He can't be bothered, when his hunger prevents him.
But if you seem to find amusement in his horns, who is he to deny?
"Your horns are so big!" You point out, tracing a finger over each ridge that clearly defines itself. The demon had been a bit confused at your request to touch his horns, but sat down nevertheless so that you could easily access his head.
Beel says nothing, but buries himself in your chest. He doesn't feel the need to voice a reply, not when it can be said in a simple action.
Your heartbeat is soothing, just like those times when he'd get nightmares and Lilith and Belphegor would let him fall asleep to the sound of their heartbeat.
Alive and Breathing.
But then he feels something being placed on his head, even lighter and delicate than your hands. A careful feel of the object tells him it's soft, and when Beel takes a deep breath, the familiar fragrance taking his mind back to the garden.
A flower crown.
Looking at the mirror behind you, the demon can briefly make out the flowers delicately woven together, now placed on his head, adoring his horns.
"Is this alright? Asmodeus showed me how to weave a flower crown one time and I thought they would look—"
Beelzebub finds himself giggling. Cute, he thinks, gazing at the flowers on his head and the confusion on your face.
Well, a kiss would clear it all away.
Belphegor snorts at the inneudo, gently wacking you on the head with his tail. Softly, meant in good fun.
You giggle, resuming your ministrations of gently touching his horns. They're twisted like a ram's, and another pun is already on your mind, but you don't voice it out loud.
"I like your horns," You declare, massaging his head harder to emphasize your point; making Belphegor sleepily hum.
"They're a pain to care for." He mumbles, your scent already pulling him to the brink of sleep. Or maybe he's just finding an excuse to sleep in your arms.
"If you want, I could file them down for you."
The sleepy demon nods his head. Belphegor would often fall asleep in the middle of grooming, and then Beel would come to help him. Or until Lucifer scolded him for his disheveled horns.
The prospect of annoying Lucifer does sound interesting.
But his mouth opens, and he finds himself already giving permission as he's pulled into bliss by your ministrations. Your hands work their magic on his scalp and horns, and if the demon isn't careful he might just doze off.
Belphegor doesn't mind that.
In your lap, with you massaging his head and horns, he feels as if this moment would be disturbed any moment. Soon one of his brothers will come rushing in and take you away from themselves. They always want more time, but Belphegor will make up for what was lost.
For now, he's in your arms.
That's the first thing one would notice about Diavolo's demon form. Even the most extravagant beings would be overshadowed by the grandeur of the Prince's demon form.
Adored with gold at the tips, each wing and horn is elegant, large, a display of sheer power and authority that the demon possesses.
And yet, you have the formidable demon Prince in your lap, whose seeking respite from the ever-lasting pile of paperwork and Barbatos's nagging.
"That feels good." He mumbles, closing his eyes to savour the sensation of having your undivided attention without any paperwork or royal duties, if only for fleeting moments.
Never had the demon thought that he'd find solace in having his horns played with it. Maybe is it because he never had experienced affection?
But then you came along.
"Your horns sure are big, Dia," You tease, tracing a finger across the length, down to the very ends in gold.
"You're quite bold," He murmurs, inhaling your scent as it calms his nerves. And then, he abruptly sits up straight, letting the mattress dip under his weight until your eyes are at level with his. A finger is placed under your chin, and your lips are barely apart.
"But that's what I like about you."
The space between two lovers ceases to be.
The butler never acts improper.
His position calls for it, to be ready to serve and help his Lord in his time of need, to be dedicated and composed as ever.
Barbatos remains a mystery to many, but to you, he'll break down his walls.
"Your horns are deceiving. Frail at first glance, but they're strong and firm." You observe, placing a finger across the thin branches of his horns.
"Just like you."
The demon smiles, feeling something warm brew in his chest. "I don't share my secrets with anyone," He whispers, leaning forward to place a flower in your hair and give you a chaste kiss. Leaning back against the tree trunk, Barbatos admires his work.
"But you have my heart."
Gently feeling the petal, you flash the demon a grin. "I sure do, Barb. But it looks like someone else has found an affinity for your horns."
His eyes immediately dart towards the chirp of a bird, which seems to be coming from his head. A Devildom sparrow now proudly perches on his horns, merrily enjoying the view.
Barbatos and you share a chuckle together.
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Prompt: Their child finds out about how they tried to kill their mother in the past.
Warnings: Female!MC, past pregnancy, children, past murder attempts, your son being fiercely protective over you, threats, mentioned torture, angst but there's a happy ending I promise, Luci is a sadist. Not proofread.
Notes: The children age like regular humans do, however, once they reach adulthood their physical aging just stops. Lucifer's son is about 10 in this.
Gender Neutral version
Names come from
I'll be separating these into seven parts. One for each brother.
Taglist: Ask to be tagged for Mammon's part.
(Mammon's part here.) (Leviathan's part here)
Lucifer noticed his son's sudden change in behavior. How could he not when the change was an obvious one? Lucius went from someone who was close to his father to not wanting anything to do with him.
At first, Lucifer believed his son was just going through the dreaded rebellious phase, something he was clearly not looking forward to. After all, Satan never got over his. He decided he'd allow Lucius to ride it out for a while but then would put a stop to it.
As time went by it started to become clear that his son's newly hostile behavior was clearly more than just a rebellious phase. First, his son's anger would only appear whenever Lucifer was near you. At his nicest, he'd watch his son come up with some random excuse as to why he needed to leave the room and why only his mother can come with him.
On Lucius's worse days, Lucifer would notice how his son would take a more protective stance in front of you. Claws out, as well as horns and wings that resembled his own. The behavior would shock both of you because he's never done this before. He'd be punished for this, but you wanted to take a more gentle stance.
You would try to ask him what's wrong, why he's acting like this, trying to coax an answer out of him. But Lucius just wouldn't budge. Hell, you even had Lucifer leave the room to see if he'd answer you then, but it didn't work.
By this point, Lucifer had enough. His son, who used to be well-behaved and even sweet like you, was so vicious towards him. And it seemed like it was only towards him.
Right now you had taken your son to your room to try and calm him down. You let him lay his head on your lap while you gently ran a hand through his black hair to soothe him. When he seemed relaxed enough you decided to try asking him again.
"Cius sweetie, what's wrong?" You asked him. "You've never acted like this before and I'm worried," you added. Lucius said nothing, you soothed him a bit too well as he looked like he was about to go to sleep. It wasn't until his dad suddenly opened the door that your son's (e/c) snapped open.
"Lucifer, calm down," you said once you noticed how quickly your son reacted.
Your boyfriend had barged in clearly upset with the whole situation. You could understand why, his son suddenly hating him and not even explaining the reason. But getting mad at Lucius wasn't going to solve anything.
"I've had enough of his behavior, MC," Lucifer snapped, arms folded across his chest. "He keeps acting up for no reason. If he wants to behave this way, then he'll be punished accordingly."
"Punishing him won't solve anything, Lucifer!" You exclaimed. "It's just going to make things worse."
Meanwhile, your son was in the middle of this. He sat up and almost made a move to grab your hand to drag you out of the room. But when Lucius saw how abruptly his dad unfolded his arms, he panicked.
"DON'T HURT HER!"
Both you and Lucifer froze when your son screamed those words. Lucius had outstretched his arms in front of you, his wings that sprouted out his back were big enough to almost shield your view of Lucifer. Neither you nor his father knew what to say in this situation. Your son had left the both of you speechless.
Suddenly Lucifer slowly lowered himself until he was eye-level with your son. "...Where did this come from, Lucius?" He sounded flabbergasted, although his tone sounded more gentle this time. The anger from earlier had completely disappeared.
Said boy glared at his father but ended up slowly lowering his arms. That was a good sign at least. Maybe then he'll end up explaining himself. To the relief of both of you, he did.
"...You tried to kill her once. She only wanted to protect Uncle Beel and Luke-," Lucius went on. "And you tried to kill her for it!" His voice raised considerably as if the anger he felt was returning.
So that's why... It made sense with how perfectly it lined up with his son's abrupt change in behavior. Your son had grown protective over you after somehow learning about that past incident.
"...Where did you hear this from?" Lucifer sounded stiff. Right now he wanted to think of the best thing to say as to not further aggravate the already furious child. But what could he say to explain the situation? The reason I tried to kill your mother was that she, a human, was making demands of me, the avatar of pride? After I told her to only choose to save either Beel or Luke?
Lucifer was busy with his own thoughts that he almost didn't hear his son's response. He watched as Lucius rapidly shook his head. "I'm not telling you! You'll just try to kill them too!"
Of course he was going to kill them. He would feed them to Cerberus, but cast a spell on the hound so that the chewing would be agonizingly slow. Whoever told his son about the incident and turned him against Lucifer will beg for death while they feel their body get mangled.
You had finally overcome your shock at the sudden confession and were now also filled with rage. It was to the point that you were sure Satan would feel your wrath from wherever he was. You had moved past that incident long ago...How dare someone bring that up now?! But you had to suppress that anger because someone needed to be calm. It had to be you since you knew Lucifer was already planning to torture some bastard.
"Cius," you put on the best gentle voice you could. "I want you to look at me." You carefully placed a hand on his head, mindful of the horns, and ran your hand through your son's hair. You noticed how his wings lowered slightly, a sign that he felt relaxed for a bit. He turned around slowly, so he wouldn't accidentally hit you with his wings, to look at you.
"While it did happen, that was in the past. He's apologized, I've forgiven him, and we've both moved on from that a long time ago," you told him. "Our relationship has changed a lot since then. I love him and I know he loves me too." You paused for a moment to let the boy take the information in. "Your father would never hurt me nor would he let anyone or anything hurt me."
A sigh left Lucifer's lips. It was his turn now. "Lucius," he called out, feeling relieved when his son looked at him. "I'm unable to change the past but understand that I deeply regret my actions," he explained. "If I could go back and stop myself then I would."
Since he saw that Lucius stayed silent, Lucifer took that as a sign to continue. "As she said, I would never hurt her," he stated, "And I would never let anyone or anything even think about it."
Maybe it was the sincerity in his father's words that calmed him down enough to return to his normal form or maybe it was both of what you two said. But much to the relief of the two of you, your son seemed much more docile now. You smiled at your boy before giving him a gentle nudge.
Lucius slowly slid off your bed before carefully walking towards his father. He stopped in front of Lucifer, who was still at eye-level with him. Your son fidgeted with his hands a bit, how uncharacteristically nervous he was, but still kept eye contact with Lucifer. The half-demon stopped what he was doing before suddenly reaching out and wrapping his arms around his father's neck.
Lucifer's eyes widened at the unexpected hug. It wasn't what he was expecting at all, but he was more than happy to receive it. A soft smile appeared on his lips before wrapping his own arms around his son.
"I won't forgive you if you try to kill her again," Lucius whispered. "Also, I'll feed you to Cerberus."
Lucifer resisted the urge to chuckle at his son's threat. It was such an expected threat but still amused him nonetheless. "Understood," he acknowledged and ran a gloved hand through his son's black hair.
You had just walked into Lucifer's study after putting your son to bed. Lucifer looked up from his paperwork once he heard you close the door and walk towards his desk.
"He heard it from Mammon and Asmo," you proceeded. "Lucius wanted to play Cerberus and Mammon apparently lost something in the underground tomb, so he dragged Asmo along in case Cerberus attacks." You paused for a second. "At some point, they started reminiscing and happened to talk about that time with Beel and Luke."
The pen that was in Lucifer's hand had snapped in two and there was now black ink on his gloved hand, which increased the irritation he already felt. You had to stifle a giggle.
"In their defense, they didn't know Lucius was there," you shrugged.
All Lucifer could think of was punishment now. Sure Lucius had forgiven him, but his brothers' carelessness caused his son to hate him for days. How was he supposed to just let that go? Yet he felt that hanging them on the ceiling would be too easy, but he wasn't going to go through with his earlier plans either.
Then came a smirk.
"My dear, let Solomon know that Mammon and Asmo miss his cooking so much that they'll be eating it for five days straight."
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Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The Brothers
A/N: The brothers!! I hope yall enjoy!! Aphrodisiac induced is always a fun thing to play with. The brothers,, my beloved
You really should have known better than to take food that was offered by Beel. You know that he has the right intentions in mind- that him sharing food is a miracle of itself and rejecting him would have his brows furrowed and lips pursed into a pout- but he’s also gluttony. He can eat whatever he wants and as much as he wants without so much of a stomach ache. You, on the other hand, cannot. You should have seen this coming when the cupcake you bite into filled your mouth with such an indescribable sweetness that it made your teeth ache, the flavor otherworldly and leaving you hungry for me, taking greedy bites out of the cutely decorated pastry. There was a sharp pang in your stomach, your body on fire and sex dripping with every nudge that your body made.
You couldn’t be alone right now- or maybe you should have been left alone, maybe that would have saved you from humiliation of your dripping arousal that was leaking past your slit. You’re quick to rise, standing on shaky legs, curled over as your cheeks burn, sweat beading against your skin, only worsening the sensitive state that you are in. It’s fast-acting, making your breaths come out in heated gasps, and everything just feels a bit too much, just too good for it to be normal. An aphrodisiac- a strong one that is making you impossibly aroused. You suck in a sharp breath and go to the person who you know will treat you right.
Lucifer is a gentleman- most of the time at least. But during your time of need he is perfect to go to. He’ll allow you- or more like insist- that you stay in his office until the aphrodisiac’s effects have passed. You’ll lay on the couch, face buried into a throw pillow while the other one is between your legs. Shame has long been gone since you’ve entered his domain, his eyes never really leaving your shaky frame. When you moan his name, he stiffens, the pen in his hand is held tighter but he still rises, walking towards you in concern. He’ll sit beside you, let his hand curve over your forehead, feeling the heat go through his glove.
He clears his throat, pulling his hand away, and there’s this heavy look on your face, the pillow squeezed tight between your legs, the pillow under your head has faint imprints of your teeth. He’ll avoid touching you, pulling his hand away from you and walking briskly to his desk chair. He can hear your steps across the floor, the way you gasp his name and seem to rub your thighs together for any sort of friction. He won’t spare you a glance, eyes focused on the paperwork in front of him. Underneath the desk, his leg jolts as you snake your arms around his shoulders, your lips wet as they touch his neck.
There isn’t enough time in the day and night for him to focus on his work and on your growing needs that are starting to mark everything in his office. Black ink scratches along the pape, the letters growing shaky as you snake your way onto him. He’s actually startled when you situate yourself on his lap, your sex pressed against his erection. He’s surprised by your sudden confidence but writes it off due to the effects of the aphrodisiac. You’re above him, arms snaked once more on his shoulders and you play with the hair that rests on the nape of his neck.
The feeling of shame is not foreign to the Avatar of Pride but even then, letting you know that he is indeed aroused given the situation does bring a bit of heat to his body. His hands find their way to hold onto your hips, trying to ignore the way that you have begun to grind against his. But there is work to do and despite the growing need to pleasure both you and himself, he displaces you, ignoring the way that you call his name and can’t seem to stop touching him.
The only way to gain his attention that you desperately long for is to push him away, the wheels locking against an edge of the floor and you bend yourself over the desk. Lucifer wants to throw you out so you can be another’s problem but you pull your bottom layer off, your fingers searching inside your leaking hole and pride starts to fuel him. You touch yourself in front of him, beg for him to touch you- of course you would. Slender hands come to touch your body, and you’re already leaking onto the floor, thick, sweet arousal staining the very room that he allowed you to enter. His cock is against you, rimming around your entrance, hearing your cries and please for him to simply fuck you but you did cause him to become distracted from very important work and he is going to punish you for that.
Of course you’d go to him. He is your first after all, why wouldn’t you go to The Great Mammon? But wow, he was over his head when you came knocking at his door. Always eager to see and spend time with you, he allows you to enter without seeing the state you’re in. You stagger into his room, holding his hand and stumbling into him and it’s only then that he can smell the sweet, lingering aroma in the air. He wants to believe you’re just trying a new perfume and now it's made you sick, but it’s worse than that when the hand you’re holding moves to your chest. He can feel your rapid heartbeat, the way your body is in flames that can rival hellfire itself, the pained cry of his name as you try to pinch your legs together in the awkward embrace.
Frozen for a moment, Mammon completely blanks on what to do. He can feel your pain, the aching need in your entire body that makes you feel as if you’re going to combust into flames. He doesn’t know whether to touch you or not. But then you cry his name- sobbing it out in broken syllabus and you cry that it hurts and you think you might die and you're in his arms. Your hold on him tightens and he thinks he can leave you to be- let you wait out the excruciating pain in his room until the feeling fades and just thank him with attention or material objects later. He fails to consider that he is weak to you and when you look at him with teary eyes, he falters.
He stutters in his explanation, talking about how he can maybe go out and get you a toy or something- and he promises to be quick, he is the fastest after all. But then the thought lingers and he imagines your sex stretched with some toy that he chose, and his body jerks. Your vision is growing blurrier by the second and the hold on his hand tightens until your knuckles pale. You pull on him, thanking whatever God is watching down on you, that the door to the prized car he keeps in is open. Even he’s unable to know what is going on until you push him inside, crawling onto the back seat, calling his name and begging for him to join you.
In such a closed space, the Avatar of Greed is trying desperately to avoid touching you. He stays seated in the front seat, fingers drumming along the steering wheel. He cares for the car deeply- one of the few things that gives him freedom that is indescribable and yet, here you are. Your sex is leaking, your cries echoing across the closed space and what is music to his ears in his dreams is now a horrible reminder that you are seated behind him, victim to an aphrodisiac. He needs an excuse to touch you, needs to just feel you for a moment and when you threaten to stain the flawless leather seats with your slick, it’s enough for him to crawl to the back seat.
He never realized how crowded it was, how his elbows and knees tend to knock into things. He doesn’t notice how you’ve kicked your shorts off, how your underwear has become dark in color to your dripping sex. You kiss him, and Mammon is weak to you. His hands are on you, the scent overpowering and he promises to keep the touching to a minimum to only touch what you’ll let him touch and kiss where you want him to. But you’re huffing, grabbing onto him and trying to meet his crotch. The windows grow foggy, the car begins to creak but neither of you pay it any mind. It’s cramped and you’re too close but not close enough, you ache to be closer to him, to have him pressed against you until all you can remember is the way that his chest feels against your skin, the warmth of him, and the way his kisses are so tender and feverish all at once.
Leviathan refuses to make eye contact with you. He won’t even address you. He sits on his desk chair, playing a game that doesn’t need half of the attention he usually gives. You rest inside his bathtub, curled over he presumes, whining and mumbling something that sounds like his name but he can't be so sure nor does he expect you to mumble his name in your current state. But as much as he wants to drown you out, he can’t. You’re too whiny, crying and begging for a solution, peeling your shirt off because it’s too hot. He reasons that’s because of the aphrodisiac because his room is always kept to a cool temperature. So now, he has you topless in his bathtub and the only proof is your shirt that was tossed where he sits and the reflection above, portraying a teasing, blurry image of your torso.
It’s possibly the worst situation for the poor, introverted demon. He finally has you all to himself and you’re in such a needy state and the plot is so close to a top tier hentai of his- Help! My Friend Took a Drug and Now They Won’t Stop Grinding on Me But I Also Don’t Want Them To Stop. But You came to him, you trusted that he would watch over you and whether it was because he kept his room so guarded or because you trust him, he really doesn’t know which. It’s just too muddled for him to believe that you would actively choose him. So, he does what he does best- he immerses himself in a game. The cutest game that he could think of- one that even if he grew and remained hard would make him feel more like a degenerate than he already does. He puts his headphones on and as if everything is trying to punish him, the loading screen takes forever.
The soundtrack plays loud, booming in his headset and effectively drowning you out. But he knows you’re still crying for him- that you're still in the same room with him. The perverted otuka glances up where he can see your reflection and he catches a glimpse of your hands cupping the swell of your chest and his face burns. Had you caught him peeking before? Was this a way for you to play with yourself without actively touching yourself? He can feel his growing arousal, translucent pre-ejaculate spilling past his slit and staining his boxers. It’s humiliating and he hates that the idea of you touching yourself in his room is more than enough for him to get in the mood.
He’s ignoring you- the only way that he can hopefully soften without actually creaming his pants. He avoids your reflection, ignores how your hands grip the curve of the tub until your knuckles pale, how you swing a leg over and it meets the hard layer of the bath, and for a moment, you still. He’s ignoring your decision to remove yourself from the place he rests and staggering to him. When he feels your hands on his thighs, he startles and the game minimizes into a small box. Unaware of what to do in this situation, he freezes, letting his body tense as you crawl onto his lap, your eyes heavy with lust and body feeling so warm above him that he’s unable to breathe.
His breathing is ragged, his hands stopping on the curve of your bum, as he’s unable to look anywhere else but your face. You’re flushed, gripping onto him, your tongue out as you pant and you’re so desperate for his attention that you lean close. His hands raise in an attempt to push you off but as if it were a cliché moment, his hands curve over your chest and you whimper his name at the simple touch. The third born should have been careful, he shouldn’t have let you grind against him and he surely shouldn’t have let himself becomes distracted by a kiss and yet, here he is, undressing himself as you greedily slide yourself onto his cock, your face scrunching up as every scale is pushed further into your aching hole. Leviathan is holding you close, the computer screen dimming as your can fill him spill inside of you.
Eager to learn, he knows the effects of what an aphrodisiac can do to a being. So when you come knocking at Satan’s door, begging for refuge, leaning against him and gripping at his shirt, he pats your hand, and welcomes you inside. He allows you to rest on his bed, letting you bury yourself under his blankets. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for either of you- you’re inhaling his scent during a time of desperate need, and soon when the effects wear off, he’ll be left in a bed that is drenched in your scent. That, however, is a problem for another day.
In order to keep his mind and hands busy, he’ll finally organize his room. He’s able to ignore your whining, the way that you shiver under the covers and bury yourself into his pillow, how you spread your legs so they are uncovered by the blanket; he ignores the sweet scent of your arousal that fills the room and his lungs. He holds his breath, taking few, deep breaths every now and then to avoid inhaling too much of you. You’re whining, talking through the pillow about how it hurts and you just need something- and doesn’t he have a spell he can use to just rid you of at least a tiny bit of it.
It’s the growing arousal of himself and your constant whining that edges him closer to annoyance. He holds books tight in his hand, orders them by author and published years, height and volumes, but it isn’t enough to drown you out. He regrets letting you enter his room but in the same second, he regrets having the thought. He’s happy that you came to him, trusted him enough to see you in a disheveled state. He doesn’t want to scare you off or make you feel unwanted, so he edges closer to you, tugging on the bottom of his shirt as if he were a nervous boy instead of a grown demon. The bed creaks under his weight and your hand latches onto his thigh. He jerks his leg, your hand only squeezing tighter and when he makes eye contact, your eyes are filled with tears, glistening and catching on your lashes like fresh dew.
You’re aroused, deeply and sweetly. It's a nervous thing to be attracted to someone like you, a demon that has been round and born with blood and wrath etched deep into soul and yet here he is, nervous to even touch your trembling hand. He knows the effects of something as strong as an aphrodisiac and for a demon made one, there is no real spell for it. He lets you lay on his lap, your mouth close to his sex, eyes lidded and holding tight to his hand. His control is fading, his growing need pushing past logical thought. He offers himself, and you rise quickly, already straddling his lap, your chest pressed against his, asking if it is okay. A cold shiver runs through his spine and he nods, offering that he’ll take care of you.
The trembling, nervous demon fades just as quick as it came when your lips are on his. You kiss him, need so transparent that he’s teasing, pulling away, letting your back meet the bed. His smile is sharp, leaning to kiss your pursed lips, grabbing your leg and pulling it upwards, mumbling praise under his breath when you hook your leg around his waist. Satan is heavy when above you, and maybe it’s the aphrodisiac that still lingers on your tongue, but he is unwilling to move away from you, kissing you and hooking his fingers in your mouth when you moan. You’re needy and he wants to hear you beg for him, calling his name. He cups your face with spit coated fingers, asking you to be good for him and mew for him.
As the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus immediately knew something was off in the house when he felt lust in the air. It’s sweet. Intoxicating and bitter all at once. It’s like the sweetest honey known to mankind and he knows the feeling well enough to open his door before you have the thought to knock. He welcomes you into his room, letting you rest on the bed, a small part of him on the inside crinkling when you ruffle the sheets. But, of course, he knows this isn’t you- you would never be so careless. It’s all because of the aphrodisiac making your movements more frantic.
He knows the cure to end it- sex, plain and simple. Masturbation might help but he fears your hand will become sore. Always eager to have somebody in bed with him- out of his own sin and own need for company- he offers you two choices. You can borrow a toy- new, still in the box and all- or he could take care of you. Perhaps he shouldn’t have offered the second option, he knew how excited you were to simply enter a room with another living being but he couldn’t help himself. You look absolutely adorable with your flustered face.
A kiss from the living Avatar of Lust is better than any pleasure that you’ve ever received. And he knows it. You moan under him, your body shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head, clawing at the shirt on his back. He smiles into the kiss. So eager to be taken care of that a simple kiss was enough to make you climax, your arousal dripping onto your underwear, so heavy in the air, that he pulls away as he feels your breaths start to shorten due to lack of air. But even as he pulls away, you still reach to pepper him with kisses, your breathing reggae against his face, gasping for breath with every parting kiss.
Your hands are on him, eager to pull him into another kiss. You want him and it’s evident from the way that you don’t push away when he removes his clothing. But, he stops for a moment, watching your gaze on him, wide and dazed and you stare at him as if he was something more than just a demon, you give him your worship and you pull him into another kiss. He stiffens, pulling away and asking if this is what you want, touching your bare skin only to flinch away as if it burned him. And when your lips are on him, your smile returns for a moment, telling him that you came to him because you knew he would tend to you in any way, and he melts.
His lips return to yours, kissing you eagerly, wanting nothing more than to just keep his lips on you. And as last time, you shudder beneath him, another orgasm washing through your body, your release spilling pass your slit. Limps entangle with each other and you cry the name Asmodeus, moaning it as if it were the only thing on your mind, sobbing under him and telling him how good it feels. You pet his head and let him bury his face into our chest, peppering kisses until he reaches your neck. His eyes close, an unexpected climax teases at him, as you pull him closer to your aching body. Every sigh from you in a gentle gust of wind, every cry a song that not even choir from the Celestial Realm can rival. He pushes deep inside of you, letting you feel every curve and texture from his cock as it molds your leaking hole into his shape.
Beelzebub feels incredibly guilty when you come to him, his shirt knotted in your hands as you explain what you ate. He blames himself, going to hold you only to flinch when you hiss and pull yourself closer to him. It’s an aphrodisiac, he should have known that you’ll be more sensitive to touch during this time. He apologizes as he leads you to his bed, shaking his head and holding your hand. He’s gluttony- he should have been able to smell the scent of an aphrodisiac.
Of course, he’ll let you hide in his room until the effects wear off. He won’t make a single peep but it’s difficult for him. His clothes are sticking to him, his body is in an odd sticky situation where sex clings to him clothes and skin. He knows the effects of the aphrodisiac but he feels guilty for giving it to you so when you cling to him, begging for him to not let go of you, he sighs and stays beside you. He’s stiff, unwilling to move and can only let out a shaky breath, when you press yourself closer to him, hooking a leg over his and curling it over. He can feel your sex- hot and pulsing and he leaves ripped bedsheets as his hand curls into the comforter.
He’s rubbing your back, letting his fingers drum against your spine as he hears your panted breaths. He knows he should stop, that he should at least go and take a shower so he can at least smell good but you hold a tight grip on him. You’re feverish, burning against him and he can tell you want more, your lips open up and kiss along the side of his ribcage but he can’t move.
It’s getting too much- even for him. He doesn’t want to take advantage of this needy state that you’re in but as he rises with a feeble explanation that he’s going to take a shower, you pull him down. He’s above you, your eyes watery and cheating rising and falling with heavy breaths. He can’t kiss you but you’re leaning closer, your lips brushing against his and he can smell the aphrodisiac that still rests like heaven on your tongue. You don’t blame him for the accident slip, you’re just begging for him to take care of you, letting your hand rest over the swell of his breast and he’s growing weaker by the second.
When your lips are on his, your tongue slipping past your lips, Beelzebub can taste the aphrodisiac and he’s melting. His tongue has made its home on your mouth, curving over your pink muscle and feeling the way you shudder beneath him. His name is muted by the kiss, your hands clawing at his clothing and he’s sweaty and aroused, watching you as you strip yourself of your clothes. The lovely pastry that still lingers isn’t enough for him to go into a full rut, but it’s enough for him to bend your legs to your chest, your hole pulsing as his cock aligns to it. The way that you call his name is enough for him to push himself fully into you.
Belphegor is asleep under the covers, pillow tucked under his head and he does not awaken to your scent growing closer and closer, heavier and sweeter than usual. He doesn’t awaken when the doorknob wiggles, a frantic turning but he does awaken when you slam the door. He is startled awake, his eyes wide for a second before narrowing, teeth flashing as he lets out a low growl. He stops when he notices it's you, yawning and telling you to get into bed with him. It’s only until you’re beside him, greedily taking the invitation, that he realizes the state you’re in.
He has to prod you until you tell him what’s happened, watching as you bury your face into a pillow, whining out pathetically as you tell him what happened. He laughs, it’s sharp and teasing. Of course, you took an aphrodisiac by accident. It could only happen to you. He tries to be sympathetic with you. He knows you must be in a great deal of pain, but then again you came to him and that makes him stay awake for a bit longer, turning over on his side and watching you struggle to not touch yourself despite the aroma of your arousal that is thick in the room.
Sloth offers to put you under a deep sleep- he can’t promise that you’ll be still- but he can promise that you’ll wake up without the effects of the aphrodisiac. When you refuse, he merely shrugs, turning over with a pout. He’s disappointed but he can’t do much. He does tell you that he is tired, so he’ll be sleeping but you’re allowed to spend the rest of your heightened arousal in the attic with him. The power of an aphrodisiac- one made a devil no less- is strong, and giving it you in even worse. He can sense the neediness in you, the way you watch him with lustful eyes, your mouth parted the eagerness to get into bed with him.
As promised, he slips off into a sleep, leaving you alone. But your body is on his, legs parted with his single leg. He isn’t asleep long enough for him to be in an actual slumber before he feels the bed move ever so slightly. It’s constant and your whining, mumbling apologies and he opens his eyes to find you humping his leg. It’s pathetic and hot all at once, watching you get off on his leg alone, so desperate for release that you’ve succumbed to humping him. His smile is tight, turning over and letting his tail curl around you, the static in the air only causing you to arch your back when his demon form pops out. It pricks against your wrists, the fur unkempt as he rises above you.
You wanted his attention and now you’ve gotten it. You’ve woken him up from nap, it’s normal and expected for him to be grouchy but thank goodness that the smell from your leaking sex is more arousing that anything else he’s encountered. You’re on your knees on the mattress, his hips meeting yours and letting out a loud grunt when he finishes. He’s tired and over it but his cock still stands upright and you’re still needy and awake, your sex leaking with his arousal. Belphegor will lay on his back, offer himself in his sleep to you until you’re content. The last coherent thought he has is sighing at how warm and squishy you feel against him.
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Big spoons and Little spoons in bed
Pairing: brothers x gn! Mc
Warnings: none, just some fluff to compensate the next Angst :)
Both. Yes, he's both. Though his personality may seem like he is 200% the big spoon, but this man is like a big ol' Doberman. At night either you are being crushed by him or he's purposefully not spooning you so that you'll spoon him. If you think he not spooning you might end up you two sleeping side by side, think again... because if you don't spoon him, he will just get up and start working until you forcefully drag him to bed and start spooning him and then finally you two will get some sleep. In short, behind the closed doors Luci is the baby,big baby,but only for you :3.
Little spoon mainly, "of course ya wanna hug the great Mammon!" (Read it as, "please hug me I'm so nervous that I could accidentally crush your little body with my powerful hug!"). He Loves it when you pull him to your chest while you run your hands through his hair and talk about your day, he just feels loved, his chest feels like it'll burst out with overwhelming emotions, hold him, hold him a little more tighter and never ever let go of him Mc :)
Legitimate little spoon. He used to sleep alone before with his figurines but after you two started sleeping together He has become the type of guy who can't fall asleep if he's not being hugged. He feels like crying when you spoon him on your own, he feels like he has gotten the world. He's precious, take care of him Mc :)
You two sleep facing each other, your limbs entangled with the other. But if you ask, then Satan prefers being the big spoon. At night when you roll over to the other side, within a few seconds two hands will sneak around your waist from behind. Satan is attentive even when he sleeps, when you accepted his love you became his world and after all he and you have been through he wants to protect his world out of all cost. Your kitty boyfriend loves you a lot Mc :)
Another one who is both. As much as he loves to spoon you, on his insecure nights he loves nothing more than you spooning him and telling him how much he means to you. On the other side,he spoons you all the time to let you know how much he loves you and how beautiful your soul is. Asmo loves you to death, please keep his fragile heart safe in yours Mc :)
Big spoon! And maybe 20% little spoon. He's cannonically the teddy bear, so when you two sleep he'll spoon you like your giant teddy bear and sometimes you also spoon him ,trying squish his muscles (he's a squishy guy, so much muscle hhhh). And your squishy guy is in love with how small his hooman his, so he loves to spoon his little hooman while they keep squishing his muscles and talk about how spicy the Devildom hot chips were today.
Mostly little spoon but actually he's both. Look do whatever you want, he wants your warmth when he sleeps, so either you spoon him or he will spoon you. It's generally you spooning him because if he starts then you know you won't be able to get rid of his death grip for next 18 hours so better you become the big spoon. But well it doesn't matter though because when you wake up you will always find him sleeping on your chest or back while arms hugging your waist :') goodluck Mc we will see you tomorrow at lunch.
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Thank you so much for reading stay healthy and safe love love 💜
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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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Hellooo I hope you are having a nice day ૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡'₎ა I just thought of a good headcanon lol Where Mc sleeps in the brothers room. The demon wakes up seeing Mc sleeping with their shirt up. What will they react? a Gender Neutral Mc pls♡. Take as much time you like :DD
Obey Me! Brothers React to GN!MC Sleeping With Their Shirt Up
I love this request! I’m not sure if you wanted a long or short description of their reactions, so sorry if I did this wrong.
The moonlight bleeds through the curtains and onto his eyes
He’s used to waking up early, but with the amount of work he has to do today he can’t help but sigh
He hears a shift in your position next to him
He thinks he may have accidentally woke you up. But you only shifted a bit to the point where..oh..oh my
His eyes meet with your now exposed stomach.
Since you’re asleep he lets his pride down a bit to let some blush spread across his cheeks.
How can he start his day when you’re already effortlessly making him want to stay in bed
“My dear you really do have a strong influence on me.” He whispers.
He wants to stay with you, but he has a lot of student council business to do. He reluctantly gets out of bed, but before he does so he makes sure to pull down your shirt so that you aren’t cold, and kisses your forehead.
A sudden soft tap on his head wakes him up
“Oi whaddya think ye-” the sight of your lifted shirt cuts him off.
Your arm is stretched while your hand is slightly on top of Mammon’s head.
Your peaceful sleeping expression. Your steady breathing which he can see by the rise and fall of your exposed stomach.
His face quickly flushes from the sudden exposure
He tries to recover from his shock and calms down
He takes his time to observe you while you’re asleep. It would be too embarrassing if you caught him staring at you the way he is now.
He’s not thinking about anything else right now except you. He wants to savor the sight of you all to himself.
“Why dya have to stretch so carelessly.” He mumbles
Hesitantly he pulls down your shirt which slightly traces your side
If he knows you’re ticklish he’ll smirk and tickle you awake
There is a slight increase of heat on his stomach
He wakes up to this sudden change in temperature. Only to see that your shirt has lifted
Since you both practically sleep on top of each other in the cramped bathtub you accidentally lifted Levi’s shirt a bit as well. Your stomach pressed gently against his.
His face is flushed and his mouth agape as he processes the situation
He immediately moves back a bit to create some space, however, there’s not much room to back up.
He tries to look away, but he can’t help but look back down to your stomach against his. A now pleasant warmth between the two of you.
He then looks to see your peaceful facial expression. Now he really doesn't want to wake you up.
“Ehh why does this have to happen now.” He complains in an embarrassed tone
He tries his best to lower your shirt and his shirt. He won’t be able to fall back asleep after this, not when his heart is beating so fast.
Your back faces Satan as he slowly opens his eyes
This is around the time Satan wakes up, but you usually wake up a bit later, so he takes this time to enjoy this kind of moment of only you two together in each others company
He moves a bit closer to you which causes you to shift onto your back. At first, he freezes because he’s afraid he woke you up, but his expression quickly changes to amused as he sees your shirt lift a bit
He definitely doesn’t mind waking up to see you in such a peaceful yet vulnerable position
He’s happy that you feel comfortable enough to expose your stomach to him just like a cat who exposes its tummy to show trust in their owners
Thoughts of both you and cats make him smile contently as he admires you
“Such a cute kitten you are.” He says quietly while he gently places his hand over your stomach, rubbing it gently
Asmo follows his daily morning routine and wakes up before you
Normally he’ll let you get your beauty rest, and will kiss your cheek before he starts getting ready for the day
But as he lifts his mask off he sees a cute and pleasant surprise
Your shirt must’ve lifted up while you were turning in your sleep
He hums in amusement as he admires your sleeping form and your adorable exposed stomach
“How are you so effortlessly cute so early in the morning” He sighs in admiration to himself
He caresses your face and your arm, and he can’t help but give in to his urges as he moves down to flutter small kisses all over your stomach
You may giggle or wake up to the sudden gentle pressure of Asmo’s kisses
Beel wakes up to his daily cravings. He usually wakes up around the time breakfast is being made.
But before he can get up he remembers that you slept with him last night. Your weight on one of his arms.
He turns from his back to face you, only to look down and see that your shirt is up.
A prominent blush spreads across his face as he quickly glances at your exposed stomach
Beel is a gentleman and will pull your shirt back down.
He huffs a bit and smiles at you, the blush still lingers across his cheeks as he plays with the end of your shirt.
“Oh, you almost made me forget about breakfast.” He says as he notices the time. He’ll caress your face as he moves his arm from under you and gently shakes you awake.
But if he were to see you with your stomach exposed like that again, he’ll play with you a bit and gently nibble your tummy, tickling you awake.
Normally you wake up before Belphie, but today he wakes up before you
His tired eyes slowly open to meet yours
When he looks down he sees your shirt that’s lifted up a bit showing your stomach
His eyes widen for a split second in surprise to your stomach displayed before him
His lips curl into a small smirk as he quietly chuckles to himself
You look so lazily cute he can’t help but lay back and look at you for a bit
He moves his hand to trace your side. He won’t pull it down right away, he likes feeling your skin, but after he’s satisfied he’ll pull your shirt back down
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Mc to Lucifer: i think you should play the role of my father.
Lucifer: I don’t want to be your father, Mc.
Mc: Thats perfect! you already know your lines!
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Obey Me you get assaulted and they protect you headcanon
Big Brothers + Satan
Warnings: Sexual assault, Gore, Blood, Violence, Yandere Themes, Sadistic actions, Language
Confused on why you aren’t back yet? You were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago, and still haven’t come back from the store Madam Screams for y’all’s date.
He feels an uneasy feeling, grabbing his coat in the process as he goes to Madam Screams.
He decided to call you but no answer..
You were just getting some tea packets and delicious treats for you and Lucifer’s little date night. He had to finish up his work so you offered to get some treats for you two. You both don’t have lots of time to spend together and tonight was finally a free one.
You happily skip along the shelves of the delicious pastries at Madame Screams, your eyes landing on a specific one, eclairs.
He told you the other day how he liked them so you wanted to be sweet, so you reached out for them.
But stopped to think about which flavor he would want.. OH!
How about every flavor? That would be fun!
You got a To-Go box to put them in, yourself going around the different flavors, analyzing each one you both would like.
You yourself started to feel hungry picking the different eclairs out.
You hurriedly ran to the checkout, paying with *Mammons Credit Card* you didn’t know of course but Lucifer did.
“Thank you” You then sped walked a bit to the exit, but felt super hungry.
“I’ll eat just one..” You smiled about to take one out to taste it.
“Those are great pastries hm?” Somebody appeared behind you, putting their hand on your shoulder.
You jumped, stepping away from the sudden touch..
It was a random demon guy, just a roundabout.
“U- Uh.. yes! My boyfriend loves these so-.”
“Is that so..?” He interrupted coming closer, a dark smirk forming on his figure.
You stepped back, starting to shake in fear..
“W- What are you doing-!.”
“Might as well get revenge on Lucifer’s little pet.. I must say, he has good taste..”
And with that he dragged you out of the store, your D.D.D being dropped in the process.
You tried screaming and getting out of his grip, but he was too strong..
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you..~.”
He shoved you hard against the alley wall, bruising your back.
Then suddenly grabbed your collar, pinning you against the wall.
You clench your teeth from the pain, tears starting to form..
He slapped you before you could yell your boyfriend's name..
“You will fucking obey me you little brat!”
He pushed his body closer to yours, your tears and screaming increasing. Until you bit his hand, making him scream loud (Damn that's some sharp teeth you have), as his grip lost your body.
You dropped to the ground, and ran with all your might, until you felt his hands on you again.
“Did you forget you're a slow ass weak human..? And I’m a demon?” He grabbed you by the throat, slamming you against the wall again.
Both of his hands choking you as you struggled and tried screaming-
Until he suddenly flung across the alleyway, and you were in a familiar grasp.
You looked up to see Lucifer in his demon form.
You smiled, seeing your knight in shining armor come to your rescue. He looked down to see the bruises on your neck..
“You.. dare.. lay a hand on her..?” Lucifer was calm when he said it, oh but beware he is beyond wrath right now..
The lesser demon was freaking out, on his knees begging for mercy.
“P- Please I never meant-.”
Lucifer quickly covered your eyes with his wings as you heard a ton of cracking and screaming..
You were both back at the House of Lamentation, in Lucifer’s office as *planned*, cuddled together on the chair in front of the fireplace.
“What happened to that demon?” You asked curiously.
“Oh, I took care of him, he needed some.. discipline..”
You looked at him confused but shook it off.
“I'm sure he got what he deserved'' You added, sipping some tea.. while Lucifer on the other hand was grinning sadistically secretly, while pulling you closer to him.
“Oh no the exclairs! Did they get dropped?!”
Lucifer raised a brow to your sudden outburst.
Oh but the way this man smiled hearing that- this man is so soft for you..
“You heard about Mammon eating my exclairs the other day, hm?” He wondered what you would say, but his pride knowing the answer, there was a hint of tease in the question.
You got shy, as he just chuckled at your response, how did he deserve such a sweet girl as you? And to protect?
You were both at a restaurant that just opened recently, Mammon was dying to try it so you both went on a date today.
Sitting down in a booth, talking about hobbies and such, the waiter comes to bring the menu.
“Hello, what would you like to eat at this fine Dev-Diner today?”
You both said your orders, the waiter gave you a *Interesting* side glance, then walked off.
“And then me and Levi got some blackmail on Lucifer, and got tons of grim, just between us by the way”
Mammon whispered the last part which made you giggle, sipping on some of your drink.
“So that’s why I wanted to take us to this new diner, since I had some grim.. on me..”
He blushed a bit.. some of his tsundere starting to appear as you just smiled.
“Awww is the Great Mammon being sweet?”
“Oi! I’m always nice and sweet and whatever.. what do you mean?!”
“I’m just joking” You laughed, then suddenly felt the urge to go to the restroom.
“Oh I need to go to the restroom, I’ll be right back”
“Ok, don’t get kidnapped” He joked, you just rolled your eyes with a laugh.
As you walked, turning to the corner, about to enter the Women’s restroom until..
“Hey! Your uh Mammon’s girlfriend right?” You heard someone say behind you, seeing your *Waiter* there with a kind face.
But you got a weird feeling about him..
“Oh yea I am.. but how do you know that..?”
He stuttered, realizing he messed up. He started to hyperventilate, turning into somebody crazy..
He just turned into a completely different person than you had anticipated..
“Oh MC.. do you not know how much I love you~?”
You looked at him in shock, confusion. “What..-?”
He suddenly grabs you and shoves you in the boys restroom.
He covered your mouth with his hand, dragging you all the way to the end stall, but you kicked him hard, doubling him over.
You then ran toward the door to exit until he grabbed your ankle, making you slam against the floor.
You coughed out blood, you suddenly turned around and slapped him in the face with your nails, as he was about to come on top of you.
“YOU'RE NOT ESCAPING ME DARLING!!” He grunted, using magic to keep you in place, you couldn’t move.. Until he was close enough, grabbing ahold of your arms and legs dropping you to the floor.
Covering your mouth again before you can scream for help, he went on top of you, with a creepy grin as if nothing is wrong..
“MC.. you don’t need him, you have me-.”
“GET OFF HER, DAMMIT!” You heard Mammon’s voice, leaning up to see him in his demon form brawling with the crazy weirdo.
Mammon blocked all his punches, then punching him so hard in the stomach he coughed out blood.
Mammon shoved him against the wall, holding him by the collar, his eyes glowing yellow and teeth clenching. The demon scared to death..
“If I ever see your dumbass again with my girl again.. it won’t be so pretty..”
The demon apologized right away then scattered out of the bathroom.
Mammon was by your side the rest of the next few weeks (Which is normal since he always wants to be with you lol), he was hugging you from behind, while you were fixing your hair.
“Mammon I could’ve took out that demon for sure, no need to be protective anymore”
“The Great Mammon will always be protective, and I just want cuddles..” He hugged you a bit tighter, digging his face in your neck.
You sighed in defeat with a smile forming on your face, leaning into his touch.
You two were both walking to see a new anime movie that was exclusive to theaters only.
You were both so hyped for it! Rambling all about on the way there, even in some cosplay for it!
“The trailer showed a clip of the final battle! It looks super amazing and emotional!”
“I know right! I really hope-.”
You were interrupted by this lesser demon who bumped into you, who just tched, and walked off in the other direction of the theater.
“He could’ve said sorry, eh whatever” You muttered, Levi looking behind him a couple times with a glare.
“This is why I hate going out, people are rude for no reason” Levi commented, you nodding in the process.
You both were huge shut-in’s, so no wonder you both are a thing.
You both finally reached the ticket booth, Levi using his grim from the *Lucifer Blackmailing with Mammon*.
“Thankyou” You quickly answered, grabbing the tickets, as you and Levi rushed in the doors of the movie theater.
You both walked to the food section getting yalls favorite drink and snacks. You both were way too excited, you both seeing the movie was getting closer and closer.
Sitting down in your seats, it was much more crowded than you both anticipated. You both hated crowds, but Levi had more anxiety with it.
“Levi, I’m sure you will forget all about the demons once the movie starts, you will be fixated on that” You comforted him, nodding as he grabbed ahold of your hand.
You both blushed, but got over it once the movie started.
Y'all laughed and had surprised faces throughout the movie, not realizing someone familiar was sitting next to you..
About a little more than halfway through the movie, you wanted to refill your drink. You tried to stop thinking about it but simply couldn’t.
“Psst, Levi, I’m going to get some more of this drink” You whispered in his ear, as he turned to you.
“No I’ll get it, plus we're not to the good part yet anyway” Levi whispered back, gently letting go of your hand, getting up.
“Do you want more popcorn?”
“Yes!” You replied with the cutest smile-
Levi used his arm to cover his red face, then turned to walk down the stairs, disappearing around the corner.
You then focused your attention back onto the movie, seeing the protagonist draw his sword to some random enemy of the antagonist.
‘Oooooo I hope we find out more about the bad guy!’ You thought, until they were closed by a sudden weird aura you felt, a huge stare.
You started getting uncomfortable and irritated since this person next to you was distracting you from the movie.
You turned to him and saw the guy who bumped into earlier, he was giving you such an irritated look. Oh but you had enough!
“Excuse me, but would you please sto-.”
“Will you shut the fuck up?” He grunted quietly, while you yourself looked at him in in shock and confusion.
“Are you serious?! All because ‘you’ bumped into me and blamed me for it. You ruined my movie date damn bastard!!?” You shouted in irritation, some people looking over.
He tilted his head to the side with a deeper scowl on his face, his expression dark.
You just rolled your eyes at him about to get up and leave until he suddenly used magic on you, making you frozen, but you were still conscious.
He picked you up when the screen light wasn’t so bright, bringing you to the top of the theater where there were barely any other demons around.
“You're going to pay for bumping into me earlier little girl.. by pleasuring me~.” A dark smirk formed on his features, putting his hand on your thigh and giving it a little squeeze.
You started to freak out, you couldn’t move, scream, or cry.
“I’ll undo this spell, if only you don’t scream-.. A- argg ahh..” You looked to see a familiar black tail around the damn guy's neck to see your boyfriend's eyes glow orange.
He came down to the man's ear, and whispered something to him, making him zoom up and rush out of the movie theater immediately.
Then taking your hand immediately afterward, and drags you out of the theater, undoing that bastard's spell in the process.
“L- levi, are you ok..?”
You looked at him in concern, he was super possessive of you ever since that incident from last night.
“A- Are you jealous..?” Oh dear.. That word made him get up suddenly and pinning you against the wall.
“What does it look like?! That damn bastard ruined everything.. Almost taking you from me..”
Your eyes widened from his sudden words, this wasn’t Levi, it was the Avatar of Envy.
“Levi.. I would never love another man other than you, you are my boyfriend and bestfriend I would never replace” You softly replied, putting your hand on his cheek in the process.
A couple tears went down his cheeks as he just nodded, then softly hugged you, as you felt a smile form on your neck.
It was storming outside, you could practically hear the rain against the glass and wooden walls, the thunder rumbling the floors ever so often, with the lighting shadows clawing the rooms.
You and Satan were currently at the library, and it just started raining out of nowhere.
But the two of you didn’t mind since you both love to read books, and it was nice hearing the rain in the background since it was so soothing to y’all’s ears.
Plus, nobody was here since it was close to closing time, and because of the storm of course.
“I’m relieved to not hear my brothers nor anybody else shout or even talk here” Satan started to speak, you yourself looking up from your book.
“It's just.. so hard to get you alone, and finally, it’s peace and quiet with just you love”
Your cheeks reddened a bit from his words, feeling his arm suddenly snake around your waist, moving you to his lap, as you gasped in his sudden movements.
He put his chin on your shoulder, his arms around your beautiful body.. (Don’t say you aren’t, everyone’s bodies are beautiful, don’t let other people nor have yourself think badly of you or yourself. I’ve never met you and I think you're beautiful. I believe everyone is unique in their own ways. Sorry for the interruption, I just wanted to put that out there, anyway continue lovely readers :D)
“You are so warm.. can we stay like this..?” He must’ve really missed you.. his brothers practically taking all your attention, no wonder your boyfriend’s so clingy.
You smiled, laying on his chest.
You both continued to read, until you were both interrupted by a rumble from your stomach.
“MC, since we’re going to be here so late- how about I get us some coffee and snacks from the cafe?”
You were delighted by his offer, nodding with an innocent smile, carefully moving you off his lap.
“I’ll be right back, also when it gets to the good part, don’t read it until I come back”
“Oh I won’t” You replied with a giggle, as he smiled, then walked to the cafe on the other side of the library.
It was silent, you could only hear the rain and thunder roaming throughout the library.
“Good thing I’m not scared of thunder and find it soothing” You muttered out loud.
It was a good silence of 3 minutes, and you started getting an uneasy feeling. Like you were being watched.
Until huge hands came out from behind, covering your mouth, locking his arms around your torso. You suddenly felt a warm breath against your ear.
“You seem such a treat, and letting nobody have this precious body of yours..” The man whispered, a chuckle in the process sending shivers through your body.
You screamed as hard as you could, but it was muffled by the big lesser demon's hands.
“I’m going to show you what a real demon can do with a cutie like you”
He picked you up roughly, dragging you to a corner in the library. It was dark.. Only the thunder produced light as it flickered.
You kicked and tried getting out of his grasp, but he was too strong..
He roughly pinned you against a wall, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Shut up..” His voice was so horrifying.. his nails digging into your arm.
“If you don’t obey your master, I might have to-.”
“Kill you?” You suddenly heard your boyfriend's voice, seeing the avatar of wrath's eyes glow in hatred behind the victim.
Before the man could lay a punch on Satan, Satan had cut his face in his demon form.
And the man punched Satan in the stomach at the same time.
They were both fighting in their demon forms, the thunder light reflecting off their faces and bloody hands.
Finally Satan grabbed hold of the man and launched him to the window as he crashed into it, hearing a huge thud in the process.
The lightning and storm stopped, as the big moon came out.
Satan was holding you a bit firmly in his lap, but not too hard.
He was going to be so protective of you from now on.
You yourself though, shocked by the scene that happened last night.
“S- Satan, your stomach..-.”
“It's alright.. I’m just glad you're okay..” He interrupted, giving you a sweet smile.
You smiled back at him, reading a sweet love story together for the rest of the calming night.
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OM!Brothers Reacting To You Mumbling Their Names In Your Sleep:
Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor.
Fluffy fluff fluff
It was normal for Lucifer to stay up late, between the political work Diavolo had trusted onto him as well as having to account for his brothers' money expenses... This was another one of those nights.
His eyes were tired when he glanced at the time, sighing as he noted it was well past 3 in the morning. He should get some sleep.
Pushing away the paperwork for the night -and actualy being responsible about his mental health for once, Lucifer made his way towards his bedroom. He smiled when he saw you sleeping soundly on the bed. You were clutching his pillow, snuggling into his scent with a peaceful look upon your face- the definition of an ethereal beauty.
After changing into some comfortable night robes, he climbed into bed next to you when he heard you mutter his name.
Lucifer froze. Did he wake you up?
A glance to your direction denies that he did. You must be dreaming of him, he mused as he carefully manoeuvered your body to spoon you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You smiled.
He's glad even in your unconscious state you recognized him as your lover.
Mammon cursed himself. The photoshoot wasn't supposed to last this long! You and him had already planned an entire date together- tickets to the latest movie then dinner at a restaurant, and maybe some cuddle time back at the House of Lamentation...
When he entered his bedroom, you were sleeping on the couch, dressed in a way that made it obvious you were waiting for the him but the pang of guilt he supposed he should feel was buried beneath an overwhelming sense of love. He kneeled besides you, observing your sleeping face being illuminated by the tv in a soft halo while he gently flicked a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead.
How was he so fortunate to have you?
"I'm sorry, babe," he whispered, cradling your face with one hand, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Mammon..." you mumbled in your sleep, nuzzling into the warmth of his palm. His face heated up, eyes flickering between you and anywhere else before he let out a groan.
"You're lucky you're my human," He muttered as he picked you up and changed you into some more comfortable pyjamas, snuggling with you in bed with a small smile on his face.
He's lucky you're his human.
You were sitting on Leviathan's lap, watching him play a new game. His head was rested on your shoulder as his eyes focused on the screen, talking you through the gameplay and letting out a few curses every now and then.
You, on the other hand, had had a long day. You had just finished all your tasks for the week and considering the time, it wasn't abnormal for your eyes to feel droopy. You let yourself be overcome by sleep, the sounds of Leviathan's game continuing in the background.
He didn't think much of it when you slumped against him, eyes still trained on his boss battle. It was only when he won did he look at you and was met with your sleeping self.
"Levi..." you mumbled, making yourself comfortable on his lap. His face flushed a bright red. Mo-Moe!
Taking out a phone, he snapped more than a few photos, wondering how you're so effortlessly cute even in your unconscious state. Satisfied, he gently carried you to his makeshift bed, smiling as he joined you in your sleep.
You and Satan were in his room, having another one of those dates where you peacefully read a book together. It was nice, surrounded by the ambience created by the candles and the smell of books and your lover. It felt like home.
With his voice reading to you in a calming manner, it didn't take long for it to lull you to sleep, drifting you off into a dream as your head laid on his shoulders. He didn't notice, at first, his voice still gliding through the air. It was until you twisted and turned did he hear your peaceful snores.
You'd fallen asleep.
Satan stopped reading aloud, a gentle smile on his face as he tucked the blanket more comfortably around you. You muttered his name, voice so soft he could've easily missed it, but he didn't. A red hue tinted his cheeks.
His hand pet your head, wondering what you were dreaming of that made you call out his name before he reached back for the book, reading silently as his warmth embraced you in your sleep. His hand played with the hair at the nape of your neck.
This is nice, he thought, his eyes glancing at your sleeping form every once in a while, gaze fond.
Asmodeus had always woken up earlier than you, his skincare routine requiring a strict schedule. He had just finished another morning routine when he returned back to your shared bed, carefully laying next to you as he watched you sleep.
You were adorable!
He had always admired these parts of you, and seeing how you still have time before school, Asmo decided he should let you have your sleep. Playing with your hair, he hummed a quiet tune, basking in your presence while you snored quietly, your breathing even, soothing.
You moved in your sleep, before a soft mutter of his name was caught by his ears.
"Hm?" He stared, noting you were still asleep. You must be having a nice dream, if he was in it. He grinned at the thought. "Even in your sleep you still think of me, love?"
He gave you butterfly kisses- on your forehead, nose, cheeks, retreating back when your eyes fluttered.
"I'd hate to disturb your dream, but the real thing's better, don't you think?"
Beelzebub had just taken a shower after his morning run, a towel draped over his shoulders as he dressed casually in grey sweatpants and a tank top. You were still sleeping in your bed, hair strewn about on the pillow, face scrunching at whatever thoughts you were having.
He stood towering over your sleeping form, drying his hair as he wondered if he should wake you up. It was a weekday, and he doesn't recall any plans you might had have for the day.
"Beelz..." you chirped quietly as your hand stretched as if you were reaching for something- you're eyes were still closed, still asleep. You smiled when you grabbed a hold of his hand, pulling slightly to get him closer to you.
A light blush coloured his cheeks, but he followed your movements nonetheless. Towel left forgotten, he moved to lay comfortably besides you, cuddling you when you pulled him closer.
Looks like a lazy morning is in due.
Belphegor had woken up in the middle of the night. Why? It seems his partner had somehow escaped his arms and was sleeping on the other side of the bed, dare looking innocent.
The stars were shining above you, twinkling in an endless sky, the moonlight hitting your face in such a way it makes you look like a masterpiece.
But he didn't care.
He glared at you. How dare you interrupt his sleep like this. His tail flicked once, twice before pulling you to him, his arms holding you firmly while he entangled your legs together so you can't escape as easily anymore.
Nuzzling into your neck, he felt your arms encasing him, softly muttering his name. Did he wake you up?
He leaned backwards, studying your face and realized that no, he didn't. So you were still thinking of him even in your sleep, huh?
He smirked. Okay, maybe he'll forgive you for your blunder just this once.
A/N: No one asked for this, but you've all got it. Imma be honest, I'm proud of this fluff! The previous attempts had somehow turned into angst... Don't ask how, Idk myself.
Hope you all enjoyed it! Any feedbacks are highly appreciated.
Also, how'd you like the 2nd PoV?
Inspired by this Haikyuu post here.
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Headcannons for how the brothers sleep with MC please??
Brothers Sleeping With MC
This demon doesn't look like someone who would want to cuddle. You'd expect him to sleep in a straight line without moving.
But when you're close to him, close enough to have wiggled your way into his heart and made him simp for you, then it's a different story.
This demon DEMANDS all the kisses and cuddles he can get, but he won't show it outright. Pride won't let it, for him to be so needy, when you can ask HIM for kisses and cuddles instead.
But when you're in bed with him, and it's time to sleep, Lucifer dims the room with his magic and he likes to hold you close.
Probably with your head on his arm which has been outstretched for you or on his chest. The days are stressful but he's got you with him.
Lucifer lets you hog the blankets, and the Devildom can get quite chilly for humans sometimes, so he ensures there are extra blankets nearby to wrap his human in a burrito and chuckle, a sound that reverberates throughout the room.
You'll have to pick up on hints to know if he wants to be held. Lucifer's going to have his arm a lot more outstretched than usual, like he's inviting you to place your head on your Lulu pillow or he's going to hang around with an irritated expression.
Cuddle and kiss the irritation out of him.
There's a very adorable habit of Lucifer's. If he's late to come to bed (which happens often) He'll smile at you and manoeuvre under the sheets as to not wake you up.
But when it's the early hours of the morning, this boy gets NEEDY.
His hand fumbles around for you, and when MC has been located it's time to cuddle up to their form. All the while sleepily mumbling and smiling.
Most of the time, he's the little spoon then, happily warm and comfy with you.
The vehement denial that follows the morning is very, very entertaining.
"You want to sleep with me?! O-Of course ya would, everyone wants to!! Stop it, I'm not flustered!!"
He's going to speak and speak until he's right besides you in bed, and then his mind and heart is very giddy because you're besides him and it's his favorite human!!
Man talks and talks until you place his head in the crook of your neck, and then Mammon realizes that hey, this feels....nice. Something that he had been craving...
...and he's going to hug you tighter, after the shock has worn away, of course! He ain't letting go!
Mammon's going to get very pouty soon if he doesn't get his affection meter filled, so please cuddle your demon to ensure maximum happiness!
He gets nightmares sometimes of that day when you went into the attic. Mammon doesn't tell anyone about that dream, but you don't reveal that the white-haired demon sometimes wakes up in the night and holds you close. There's something soothing in your heartbeat.
You hold him close, those nights, pretending to be asleep.
He sleeps in a tub with a Ruri-Chan pillow, and you expect him to share his bed tub with you?! What if you fall out of the tub? What if he accidently does something?! What if you don't want to sleep with a gross otaku like him—
Yeah, man's scared af that he's going to mess up.
But when you get in the tub with him and make Ruri-Chan as a barrier, Levi slowly gets comfortable. You're there, and there's also the pillow if he gets nervous. Your hand is right there...maybe...maybe he can hold your hand...
Levi's sleep schedule is messed up. Some nights he stays up late because there's a sale or an episode he simply must watch, and that results in him blacking out the moment he hits the pillow.
But now you're with him.
Sooner than you both know, a conversation is taking place about the Lord of Masks and Emptiness's lore, and is that Levi...holding your hand....?
The next morning, you wake up with his arm around your waist, and a happy snek snoozing away in the crook of your neck.
Yeah, just let him remove the books and the cat from his room before you trip on either or both—
The bed is big enough for one person only, but now you're here..Do you know what that means?
The book gets placed down soon after when it's time to sleep. After all, you mustn't be late for your classes.
Man likes to hold you close. Not squeezing to death or protesting when you move an inch away, but Satan is content with touching some part of you. An arm around your hip or waist, or on your arm. Your palm feels real nice too—
He doesn't move much in his sleep, so you can get a pretty comfy night's of sleep.
Satan sometimes mumbles in his sleep. One time you woke up only to see him patting your head like a cat, along the lines of "My meow-meow."....
Denial in the morning.
Much like Lucifer, Satan gets cuddly in the early morning, when he's half-awake from the chirping of the birds but you're still asleep.
He wants to hold you close and cuddle you, please let demon hold you.
You can see Asmo in his glory! People would die to know his skincare secrets, and you're the only only being let in, so shhh!
Like mentioned, he sleeps naked, but if you want he'll change into some clothes! But you're going to get a lot of cuddles!!
Sleeping together isn't new to Asmodeus. But there's a certain innocence and love thar you give him whenever you link your pinky with his before dozing off. You don't notice, but his eyes are teary, sometimes.
This demon can chat off your ear about anything, so you'll be updated on the latest gossip!
But slowly Asmo is inching closer and his face is now smooshed in your arm. He's happy. He's asleep.
He doesn't move around much, a toss and turn here and there, but nothing like kicking you off the bed. You're going to have to fight for the blankets though!
When the first time you both share the bed, Beel's very afraid that his stomach is going to wake you from your sleep. Levi once remarked that his stomach sounds like Cerebrus growling—
But then you come and place your head on his chest, swinging an arm over his waist as you wish Beel a good night.
And slowly, he realizes he shouldn't be worrying.
Thanks to Belpheghor, he's learnt the art of getting up and walking without making a sound. So when his hunger threatens to eat his conscious Beel can temporarily sate it without waking you up.
He gets nightmares too —of Lilith and Belpheghor, of not being able to protect his family like he'd sworn eons ago. Beelzebub wakes up in a cold sweat during those moments.
But then he feels a weight on his shoulder, and feels your breath hitting his skin. You're alive, safe and sound. So Beel holds you closer and swears he'll protect until his dying breath.
Look no further, dear, for he's the master of sleeping together! Even Lucifer couldn't escape his iron-grip! Cute of you to think you can move away from his hands. You're his body pillow now!
Man's not joking. The moment he's got you in his arms Belpheghor isn't letting go. His brothers have got more time with you than him and now he's going to compensate.
You smell nice, and you're warm. You're his beloved human too and all that jazz.
Please give him a goodnight kiss, and this bratty demon will sleep happily.
Belpheghor sighs, and places his head in the crook of your neck. His arms are tight around you, and he isn't letting go.
Part of his behaviour stems from his dreams, which always aren't pleasant. Belpheghor finds it hard to let things go, and that leads to the shaking of his body as he comes to terms that it was a dream, and everyone's right here—you're right here.
You find him crying in his sleep, when his grip tightens. Placing a kiss on his head, you hold him close.
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Hii wondering... How would Lucifer, Levi, Satan, Barbatos, Solomon and Diavolo react to a crafty MC that is a silent gifter? Like for example they bring a cup of tea to Lucifer and his cup has a new cozy, or without knowing when Satan finds a new bookmark embroidered by MC, or Diavolo's a new journal in his bag made specifically for him, or something like that?
Anyways. Thank you very much for your writing!
MC is a silent gifter
I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WRITING DIA'S PART KAISBAUABDNSN
Gender neutral MC
The idea with the cup cozy has me screaming over here lmao I love it and so does he
Imagine you bring him tea or coffee without him asking you to do it
Quite surprised that you go out of your way just to bring him something to his office
Thanks you and extends his hand to take the cup from you, but doesn't look up from the paperwork
Then the moment he feels the cozy his head shoots up and he raises his eyebrows in confusion
"Mind telling me what exactly that is?"
"Oh, so you don't burn your hand. I've noticed how you never take your cup by the handle."
You do know he's a demon, right?
"O-oh, well, thank you."
Catch this man turning slightly red by these kind gestures
Oh, oh, my friend makes small sculptures out of gaming characters so imagine you're doing that too
Or making these glass paintings of anime characters, god I love these so much
If you give any of those things to this boy he will most definitely glitch out of existence
Great, you broke the grand admiral of hell's navy. Are you happy now?
Has a shelf in his room just with your stuff and if people ask him where he got all that cool merch he'd start bragging
"My friend did this all by themselves! You can't buy it! It's priceless!"
Okay, but imagine Mammon trying to sell one of those gifts, because he has no idea that you did them
Levi would tear the entire house down lmao
"Get the fleet ready!"
"I said what I said!"
Would treasure your bookmarks as if they're made of gold
And if you do one that matches the theme of a book he's currently reading then he'll die on the spot do you understand me?
The funny thing is that you leave them in his room or at the library at places where only he will find them
AND HE RETURNS THE FAVOR OKAY
When you go back to the place where you left it to check if he took it you always find a small gift as a thank you
For example a wooden figurine of your favorite animal or a tiny box to put all the stuff you use to craft your gifts inside
Sometimes hides behind a bookshelf and when you pick the gift up he leans against the shelf with crossed arms and a smirk
"I assume you like it?"
"Oh, Satan, you really didn't have to give me something in return."
Isn't used to receive gifts out of the blue so mans is shocked when you give him something for the first time
Like Levi he has a special shelf for your stuff
I can totally imagine him crafting things too so expect lots of gifts in return
"Barbatos, you don't have to do that! I give you those things to make your day and not to get something in return!"
"Maybe I wanna make your day too."
My man should start a Pinterest blog, because his stuff looks so neat and professional ugh
Only the best for his s/o
Or imagine you two crafting stuff together
Now that's a cute date idea oof
MY BABY BOY
Gets so extremely excited and happy when you give him something that you made yourself
My big man over here just wants to find friends so what you're doing with your self-made gifts makes his heart go wownidhwiwbidjwis
Desperately wants to give you something in return, but it has to be just as personal and cool so he tries doing things on his own too
It doesn't end up that good...
His entire office is full with glue and glitter and Dia? Dia looks just as bad, covered with paint and what not
You love his gifts so much though so he gets prouder than Lucifer when he sees your big smile
Let's Barbatos teach him some stuff so his gifts and everything around him doesn't end up so messy
It still does
IMAGINE YOU'RE CRAFTING A CUTE LITTLE NOTEBOOK FOR HIM FOR HIS SPELLS
You'd also make those magick jars or pouches OR YOUR OWN CANDLES WITH COOL MARKINGS WOW
Do you know those good luck or protection jars that are so tiny you can use them as a necklace? Yea that's what you give him and he doesn't take it off at all
Okay, but imagine you make a candle by your own and he gives it back to you with sigils carved on it and you're all confused
"What does it mean?"
"It's a protection for loved ones."
You also make boxes for his herbs or candles and he swaps all his old boxes with yours, because they match his aesthetic more and well...they're yours
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OH MY GOD THAT BREEDING REQUEST I'M ASCENDING 🥴
not the anon who requested it but kinda feel like it was written for me anyways, good lord. I'm at WORK, have mercy on me
if you ever feel up to it please do one for Luci? 🥺 afab nonbinary mc here just absolutely SALIVATING at the way you write this, omfgggg
if not, of course don't worry about it 😊 but PLEASE DO I have no shame I will beg u
(end of begging)
Mixing both of these together hope yous don't mind it<3 but JME!! this means a lot coming from you hehe ^·^ hope this does justice to your request! And anon, hope u like them too~
Nb afab!mc getting bred by Lucifer, Solomon and Barbatos (separately👀)
There should have been some punishment after all that misbehavior, or that is what the logical side of him tells him. Instead, there's only this: his rushed caress as he undresses you, then nips and kisses over every spot of skin that he uncovers. Because ultimately it all comes down to it, just how weak Lucifer is in the face of your affection.
Such is the effect you have on him, that even naked and pressed under his weight like this, as he straddles you, he still finds himself hard at the memory of the way touched him earlier today, barely hiding from the eyes of others. Of those fingers that had teased him lightly over his pants, thumb rubbing up and down until he was painfully aroused and all under the table. How you kept going with a clueless look in your face, until all he wanted was to drag you away, bend you over and make you pay back for almost making him lose composure.
But he also goes back to your words, lips playful coming up his neck with kisses and a declaration in the borderline of begging: 'Are you gonna breed this pussy tonight, Lucifer? Fill me with your cum, pretty please?'
It's only natural that he can't help it then, giving in. Not when you're so welcoming and all his to take and use. Not when you remind him of this fact every time you wrap arms around his body, hands caress the expanse of his back, trail his inky wings (and he shudders), before legs close around his waist.
He adores you terribly, he's sure of it. And so he can't really say no to you. And though sucking marks on your skin as his cock presses against your stomach, he makes sure to tease you for it.
'Such a needy thing, making a demand so crass, just who do you think you're talking to...?' Lucifer mocks, but the strain on his body is real and he's not sure just for how long he can keep up with it, this game and the heat of your skin on his.
'S-sorry...' you still try and play coy, look up and hope to corner him into wanting you even more than he already does; and so hear him groan, rutting into you slightly.
Lucifer seeks your mouth with his, unable to take much more of your attempts at innocence without acting on his own need. You welcome his tongue, all of his heat; the sour of the wine you both had, and the sting of his teeth that tug hungry on your bottom lip, ravaging you.
Merely working you up before even starting to fuck into you slow.
Because who is he to deny his master anything they ask of him, anyway. But he does have to hear you say it once more, and so he encourages you with a thumb rubbing on your bottom lip:
'What is it you're so desperate for, again? Speak.'
And you whine, raise hips off the bed to meet his and get even a little more friction. And thus he indulges too, while pushing you down to keep you pressed under his body.
'Y-you, Lucifer. Your cum, please- fill me up...' voice trembling as you beg, still knowing that with him no plead is ever enough.
So he pulls away until only the tip of his cock remains inside, only to push all the way in again, hard, and grunt. Relishes on your tightness as you wrap around him and on the look on your face, lost on him as you finally get a taste of what's to come.
'Mmh, look at you, begging for it like there aren't any other thoughts in your head...'
It's true. And you could try and hide from his gaze red, all consuming. Bury your face on his shoulder as he thrusts and makes you arch on him. But you don't: let him watch, instead, all he does to you too. How your cheeks heat up even more at his words and the feeling of his cock ramming into to you without a pause.
'Hah- y-yes, please Lu-cifer, only you-' it does not make sense, but it doesn't has to. At least not now, that he feels so good, plowing deeper when you grab his sensitive horns and bring him closer.
All Lucifer can do is grab your face back, to match the gesture. Kiss you deeper as his hand travels down to your throat to squeeze lightly, his pace quickens and you come on him, a whining mess.
And in the haze of it all, before you know it he's doing too. Spilling inside, hips meeting yours frantic, and your name and promises of making you take all of it, every single drop of him, all drowning on guttural groans. The grip on around your neck loosening into a caress as he ruts; Lucifer doesn't pull out, breeding you just one time proving not enough to satisfy him.
So needy for him, as always.
This is what he makes of you every time: a whining little thing dreaming of his cock and just some relief. Both things he derives pleasure from depriving you of.
Not much choice for you, left to hope he has mercy on you, or that he likes the way you whine and so decides to indulge you.
He has you like this, obediently set on his lap, back to his chest as he plays with your sex at leisure, and his own pressed into your back awfully hard, yes, but he does not seem to mind it. All there is, suspended in the heat of the room, are these slight touches and promises of wrecking you but not until you beg for it.
The thing is you have been begging for the past fifteen minutes, for him to do something, for some reprieve even. It just turns out that unfortunately for you, he enjoys the sounds you make way too much, and so does not want to stop listening to them anytime soon.
'Solomon, p-please just-'
Futile attempts. But even he amuses himself with the absurd self control he is displaying, contrasting to just how much he wants you as well.
Solomon hushes you,
'Just a little more' almost a laugh in your ear as he grinds into your ass, only working both of you up all the more and asking you to do the impossible. Keep waiting.
'I can't take it, please- just fuck me...' and you try to make eye contact. To no avail of course, because he keeps you looking forward. Hiding his own face in the back of your neck and kissing, for he knows what your eyes do to him. If you were to look at him the way you plead, he'd be done for.
But all the begging does its work eventually, and so does your restless squirming on his lap. He's briefly commanding, instructing you to get on all fours when he's deemed you had enough.
When you do, he follows suit and all to eager. Betraying his composed façade for a second, the moment he gets behind you.
It's one thrust.
No warning, no anything before he's sheathed to the base inside of you. Only the stretch his size gives you, and how your cunt swallows it like you're made to take him. Only the moan that leaves you, as you tumble forward surprised but pleased at the feeling of him this rough, of finally getting what you had been asking from the moment he laid hands on you.
'S-so tight...' he moans, 'lovely and,'
All there is for you to do, then, is to grip the bedsheets, brace yourself the moment he starts fucking you: the force of his thrusts driving you forward, and its suddenness almost making your knees fail
'so wet for me...' Solomon lets on, in a voice kind for the pace he's set. Getting even rougher when you mewl under him and push into his body for more.
'Mhm, and only for you' you whine back, surprisingly coherent for the way he's railing you. Still desperate and clenching around him in a pathetic attempt at getting even more.
Solomon leans in, his chest is smoldering pressing against your back.
He is no fool, and knows just how and when to ask for the things he wants. Knows he won't ever get a 'no' for an answer if he drags in and out of you so good, so sweet, as he keeps calling you his and his only.
'Will you- hah- let me breed you, then, if you're mine?'
Delightful, the feeling of his hips rolling, cock hard and throbbing inside you. This deep, this much.
'Ah...yes, please- inside me, Solomon!'
Undo him, thread by thread with the way you end up demanding what he was so badly wanting to give you, and this notion of just how easily he can bend you to his will.
Drives Solomon to fuck hard into you, knocking the air of your lungs; praise you gently with kisses around your ear.
'So good for me...'
And bite down your shoulder when he mounts, driving your body into the mattress.
'Here' but a sigh, his voice strained from how good your cunt grips him.
Has your guts twisting in anticipation to his every action. For the moment just this, the feeling of him in and out of you, sometimes slower but always rough and relentless in strength, always this pulse you know so intimately well.
Both of you too close,
As you whimper, when with the last of his thrusts he cums hot inside you; deliciously deep as he kisses the side of your neck and rocks lightly, pushing it all back in.
'Hah- t-thats it.'
And leaves you breathless and aching; so full of him you can barely stand it, but still needing, willing to take even more if it comes from him.
He couldn't take it as simple mischief, the things you did to him for attention. All this teasing on working hours, or the way your hands greedily grabbed onto him the moment you caught him alone but not for too long.
So the last time your arms wrap around his middle, for once Barbatos does not pull away resorting to claims of professionalism or lack of time. For a change, he lets you have your way, squeeze him gently into a hug as you kiss the back of his neck, before he decides to drag you to the first empty bedroom he finds.
And it's dark in, but you're not lost on it, by now knowing your way into these unused rooms too well. Just as you know the hunger underlying Barbatos' lips as he trails kisses on your neck, or his teeth gently nibble up to your jaw and chin, before finding your mouth and claiming it. Uncommon for the hour, welcome all the same.
But he sounds sorrowful when he finally dares speak.
'Do tell me...' a hush, lest anyone hears you both now.
'Have I been neglecting you, as of late?' what he actually starts to intuit, after so many innuendos, so many litte attitudes you give him on the daily, but that he can't act upon.
Now his hands get inside your clothes, cool touch undoing you by the second as they caress warm skin, too eager to please, to make up for all what didn't happen before.
And so acts his tail, seemingly out of nowhere, sneaking around thighs, inside your underwear and now teasing your clit. All happening too fast, too sudden for you, who are so accustomed to his ever impeccable composure, or the way Barbatos always takes his time with you.
Asking even now that he has you wet and panting, pressed to him:
'Have I left you unsatisfied?' and not a hint of teasing present in his deep voice, echoing around the walls of the room. All is, is genuine concern for your needs.
It's not true, what you are about to say. Barbatos always gives, even more than you could possibly take. But still you choose to lie to his face, through your teeth and as he generously pleases you, because it may get you even more of what you've been looking to get from him.
'Mnh, perhaps you have.'
All he needs to hear, then. Barbatos does not hesitate for a second and guides you blindly on the bed. Lips into your neck when he asks.
'Then, does that mean I need to give you more of me?'
Rock hard against your ass already, almost as if getting off on the idea of you needing him, before he pulls away and all you can do is hear him unzipping his pants.
Suddenly the mere thought of him taking you like this, on the low as everyone around you works and remains none the wiser to the escape, is enough to have you dripping, ready to take all of him.
'Y-yeah, I need you...'
Or the feeling of him, grinding on you, debauched with your ass on the air for him. The sighs that escape from his pretty lips at your heat when he rurs into you, getting himself wet before thrusting in without delay, so easy- so sudden.
'Aah-' breathless, rare of him, for a split of a second. So tight around his cock, that you take him by surprise.
But he recorvers fast.
'Will this suffice...?'
Merely playing now, pushing slow and holding still so you may feel him everywhere deep in you.
'Mhm-' you hum, wiggle hips against his. Want to be good for him and give a 'yes' to his question. But you can't help being a brat, whine 'no' instead.
'Need- more, please!' because his teasing pace is just not enough.
Not even as his tail circles around your clit, skilled and familiar with the rhythm you enjoy best. Nor if his teeth mark your neck in red for everyone at the castle to know what you have been doing, slacking at work, at with who at that.
'Tell me what you need of me, love-' just pants by now, what leave him.
Because you're warm, tight when you squeeze him hard in response to his slightly rougher pace.
'Ah! Just- more...' but can't say quite what. You bite the inside of your cheek in an attempt at silencing your own helpless little noises. And all to hear him moan and beg that you tell him, beg you let him please you how you need.
Awfully close to, even though he shouldn't, as he only aimed to pleasure you.
'I-inside, please...' you mewl, almost breaking down, when you feel his thrusts become sloppy.
'Is this it,' because you whimper and tighten around his cock the moment he drives deeper and confesses he's close, too.
Thrusts hard and harder until tears well up in the corners of your eyes, dampening the silken mattress under you.
'Yes, please ah- breed me.'
Please, Barbatos, want all of it inside me' pathetic, but he loves it.
Every whimper urging him to piercing into you relentlessly, to chases his own orgasm because you want him to.
'Ah- cum around me, and I'll be sure to' is the only thing he asks of you, with a smile against the back of your neck. Like you have a choice, as he keeps rubbing your clit with his slick tail until you're squirming on him, finally unwinding.
Pulling him into his own orgasm. Feel him spread hot through you in several spurts as the grip of his claws on your hips tightens, both him and you this close of collapsing against the other.
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The Brother’s Scenting Headcannons
Yeah yeah, I’m a little slut for the brothers having characteristics like scenting or other things like that, which means, expect more of it in the future
Warnings: none, very mild suggestion at most
Out of all the brothers, Lucifer is the most subtle with his scenting well, unless he doesn’t want to
Part of why he’s so subtle is because he’s usually just so busy. But to make up for that, he makes his scenting count
Mainly by running his hand over your pulse points, like by letting his fingers linger just a bit longer on your wrists, or by brushing your hair out of your face and maybe brushing his hand on your neck
He NEVER scents in public, he has an image to keep up after all
He and Satan have an ongoing scent war though
So watch out if Satan spends extra time with you
Lucifer might call you into his office and you might stay there for a while
This boi thinks he’s so slick when he’s trying to scent you spoilers, he’s not
His attempts to scent you are so painfully obvious. It’s honestly kinda adorable though
He’ll either try to brush off his scenting attempts as a way to help you (Under a veil of tsundere of course)
“I-Its kinda cold out here, huh? I-I guess you can borrow my jacket so that your weak little human self won’t freeze.” *amused MC noises* “Wha?! W-Why are you giggling like that?! I-I’m just making sure that you don’t freeze on me!” *BRIGHT RED*
*grabs you by the wrist* “D-Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m just doing this so you won’t get lost.”
Or he’ll just barge into your room like he always does and try to scent up your bed and stuff while hanging out with you
The only reason that he is subtle about scenting is because he’s too nervous to do it with you knowing he’s doing it
He would die if you figured out what he’s trying to do
That is, until his envy kicks in
If he even SUSPECTS that another demon is trying to scent you, you’re getting dragged to his room
And there you’ll stay for the rest of the day with him nuzzled up to you while his tail is wrapped around your body
He actually doesn’t scent you much unless he’s mad about something (and even then scenting you wasn’t the main goal)
But when he does scent you, WHOOOO BOI you’ll smell like him for like a week or two
But, he won’t drag you to his room like Levi, no, he has more class than that
Instead he’ll just steal everything you own and hoard it in his room (Ok maybe not much more class than Levi)
Your smell comforts him and helps calm him down, and due to that, he ends up inadvertently scenting you
The only reason he purposely scents you to mark you is to piss off Lucifer (Like I said he and Lucifer are in a scent war because of course they are)
He’s not even trying to be subtle with his scenting
He’ll just walk up to you, wrap his arms around you and then start nuzzling and nipping at your neck
Either that or he’ll just take you to his room to thoroughly scent you to his liking
By giving you some of his cologne and clothing for you to wear of course! What, did you think I meant something else?
(I mean, he does LOVE to scent you like that) but he also loves to scent you with his cologne and mark you with clothes that match his
Out of all the brothers Beel is the heaviest scenter
And that is all due to his incredible sense of smell
Thankfully though, he is also one of the sweetest in the way he does it
Hugs, cuddles, giving you his jacket, sharing food while you’re in his lap, you coming to sleep with him when he gets nightmares
It makes it painfully obvious to any demon in the area what he’s doing, but he doesn’t care
And he scents for the weirdest reasons too
Because he smells another demon on you, because he likes how you smell, you got food, he wants to comfort you, he wants attention, heck, sometimes he scents you purely because he likes how your shirt feels
He mainly scents you by napping with you, we all know it
And we all know that the stubborn cow man doesn’t really take a no for naps
Either you come nap with him, or he just naps on you, doesn’t matter the place or the time, he just lays on you or if you’re actually pretty busy he’ll just go nap in the attic or on your bed
The other way he scents you is by stealing your pillows, blankets, jackets, anything comfy that he can grab, don’t worry, it’ll appear again in a couple days, only now they smell like him
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Little things that changed after they fell in love with you
Synopsis: little things that has changed in demon brothers life after they fell for their new exchange student a punny little human.
Pairing: Lucifer x gn!Mc / Mammon x gn!mc / Leviathan x gn!Mc / Satan X gn!mc
Genre: SFW, pointless fluff lmao
Warnings: didn't proofread ;;;
Prologue: Demons were never keen to love,not even the smallest and when they are seven Rulers of Hell then the concept of love or rather changing yourself for someone else was more or less a pathetic joke.
Desire wasn't unknown to them,but love? Heh,Demons are embodiment of everything that is considered as darkness, embodiment of great sins,they aren't supposed to fall for such foolish emotions like love.
But what if wheel of fate starts running on opposite directions suddenly? What if someone waits for you at the end of the darkest night with arms open? What if you are falling deeper everyday into an endless abyss but suddenly someone wraps their arms around you telling that you aren't alone anymore?
That's how everything changed in seven rulers of hell's life after they fell in love with a small human that has stormed into their life without any prior warnings.
Being the eldest and the right hand man of Prince of Devildom, Lucifer's life has always been solely dedicated to everyone else other than him, he never believed he deserved any leisure,
In his mind he was always responsible for his brother's fall, he always loathed his existence, before you came into his life.
Before he even realised you have started to change him like how black hopes of the night changes into golden daylight after bathing in the sun.
Nowadays Lucifer doesn't skip his night sleeps, After checking if everyone has fallen asleep,he tucks himself under sheets where he presses his chest to your back and kisses a goodnight on the back of your head.
Every morning he waits for you to choose his cufflinks, which always follows by him to choosing a matching small trinket for you.
Most of days instead of going into the cafeteria he takes both of your lunch to his office just to spend a little more time with you.
Once he almost collapsed in your arms due to high blood pressure and sugar and woke up after almost 8 hrs later only to find seven kids lying here and there in his room, most of them in deep sleep and a crying and disheveled you being soothed by a Butler. Much to Lucifer's dismay, He has started to go for monthly check ups to Devildom hospital.
These days He doesn't drink coffee unless it's brought by you.
Surprisingly he has allowed satan to foster kittens,but not more than three, and everything happened after he saw a smiling picture of you holding a kitten. It's his screensaver now. Needless to say after that the father and son's brother's relationship has gotten a lot better after that. They don't burst out like coke and mentos while staying in same room now.
Lucifer never preferred anything of anyone over solitude, especially when he is working but now he can't seem to revise a normal monthly budget without you sitting accross the room.
He never seeked help from anyone for anything, he never actually was sure if he was even allowed to but after you told him he could seek help too, he was allowed to be vulnerable too he felt waves of unknown emotions washing over him. Maybe for the first time in his eons old life he felt he wasn't alone. Though he still can't spell it out loud but whenever he feels like the weight of responsibilities crushing him down he seeks you and confusticates you in his lap pressing his face in the crook of your neck.
The second born, never believed he could actually be loved by anyone other than his older brother. On lonely winter nights when he wrapped himself in his blanket after getting tired of all the accusations world threw at him,he always thought love doesn't exist. And even if it does, it's not for someone so lowly like him.
But then you came into his life, Mammon got a glimmer of hope and then never understood how the small bead of light painted his whole world red.
Mammon never called someone his, ironically the only thing that was only his was his credit card Goldie. Everyone saw it like his money grabbing persona but the truth was he never had anyone or anything that was only his and his alone. His brothers,they were family they were his definitely but they weren't only his and being the second oldest he had taken upon Lucifer's persona of hiding his vulnerability. But when you came he first time got someone to call his, his and his alone. Someone living was willing to be his,to take care of him, someone out there was thinking about him, someone was waiting for him at his house all of this was enough to make him crazy for you.
And that's how things started change for him too.
Nowadays no matter wherever he is he always comes back house back before dinner.
Greed was his sin and he was epitome of his sin,there was absolutely no way for him to get rid of it but somehow after one night you took blame for him stealing something very expensive from a hotel, Mammon stopped stealing things that didn't belong to his family. It was given that there's no way his brothers would ever believe you could do something bad and at the same time no matter whatever he did at home at highest he will be tortured by Cerberus and then Lucifer will secretly put pain relievers in his bedside table's drawer but oh that's a grave secret but at least you won't ever be humiliated,and he would take any punishment for that.
Removing himself from the clutches of those shady witches was almost impossible but Mammon took the courage,the courage to change his life for you. He started working on part time jobs after school. Maybe it will take him a long road before he could come out clean but at least he was taking his baby steps.
Mammon goes to casino only once a week now and majority of the time he just watches people to play. It was extremely hard in the beginning for someone like him who used to spend 4-5 hours everyday there like it was his second home, but the fear that what if someday something happens to you because of his stupid bets? What is someday his greed takes over him? That's how he came to an agreement with himself that he would rather sacrifice his habit instead of sacrificing any single moment with you.
Avatar of greed never had anyone to hug him when he cried alone in the darkness but one night when he was drowning in his sorrows alone under his bed a small warm hand reached out to him, Mammon didn't feel ashamed to cry infront of you rather somehow he felt maybe you were the only person who would never judge him that's how now whenever he felt he was alone he would just plop himself in your lap hiding his face. He didn't need words of consolation, all he needed was you.
Avatar of Envy always believed love only existed in animes and mangas. He always believed it was impossible for someone to reciprocate his love, why would anyone do that though? He was envy, a sin that was better if never existed. He was scared of getting hurt after all people would either approach him if only they needed something from him or his brothers, other than that he was just a non existent side character in every story.
Little did Levi knew that he was going to have his own story and not only he will be the protagonist of the story he will find his true love too just like his mangas.
Before you no one ever showed interest in the things he loved, whenever he tried to talk to anyone about the game he played or the episode his saw majority of the time either the listener fell asleep or flat out ignored him. That's how slowly Levi became shy,shy to express his likes and dislikes because he was always criticized for them,he became the shut in otaku without any friends. But after you came and showed interest in the things he liked he felt like a dying man getting his breath back. He realised that his choices,his likes they all weren't worthless,they were as much important as others. You made him believe He was allowed to gush over his favorites,he was allowed to show off his knowledge about the shows he loved,he was allowed to be a fanboy and at the same time not weird,just liking something different doesn't made him weird or abnormal he was just like everyone.
Nowadays Levi doesn't skip meals be it dinner or lunch,no matter whatever he's watching or playing he pauses or leaves it in between to join dinner table with everyone.
He doesn't game or watch animes all night long now, no matter whatever happens you'll find him in his bed bathtub waiting for you with a blanket after dinner.
Beginning of your relationship was rocky. As an introvert it was very hard for him in the beginning to accept anyone in his personal space, countless betrayals from people for years who pretended to be his friends,who pretended to care but stabbed him on the back when he needed them. But with time he made progress,he let his wounded fragile heart's door open for you to enter and you did, you entered with utter sincerity and care and slowly his wounds started to heal.
Levi now self deprecates less than before, whenever he say something bad about himself he could clearly see how hurt you feel as if he wasn't deprecating himself but you. Everyday Your love has started to make him hate himself a little lesser than yesterday.
Love for the fourth born was something extremely surreal and bookish. He reads it in every book, different words yet the same emotions. Ironically none of the emotions described in any books never seemed true to him because no matter how many times he talked to people in love all of their explanations went above his head and more or less who was going to love him? He was nothing less than a ticking timebomb who could burst anytime any destroy everything and everyone around him. It's not like he has never been approached,he was told that he was loved,he was prince charming of lots of demons but in the end no one actually wanted him, everyone wanted his influence,his position,his knowledge, never him. Satan had read in books love is not something someone can find, it's something that comes like a storm in one's life and blew away everything that is rational and he never believed or understood that until the day You came into his life. And things started to change after he accepted the keeper of his heart is not him anymore.
Maybe it was hard to believe but Avatar of wrath is a hopeless romantic,he has read a lot of fairytale and somehow he always dreamt to mimic those in real life but he was extremely insecure about sharing such thoughts with anyone but when oneday he saw you holding a rose in your hand and pretending to be the prince in Cinderella and dancing with your pillow in his room, that day he realised he has finally found his soulmate and now whenever you both read any romantic book you close the doors and start acting like the protagonists with eachother.
Nowadays he doesn't do gruesome pranks on Lucifer like before, maybe he haven't forgiven him yet but yes he hates him less than before now and somehow he doesn't see the point in tormenting him everytime, he doesn't want to miss his sweet time with you just because he was strung up from ceiling. Let Belphie and Mammon handle that department,he is a retired man now.
He has started to go to therapist now for his anger issues, it was extremely hard to pursue him to go but oneday he accidentally broke a vase near the door while having his one of episodes and somehow you had ended up running after him and the shards of glasses injured you, Satan couldn't forgive himself for that no matter how many times you told him it was okay, and that's how he ended up booking an appointment with therapist next day. The only thing he asked from you in return was to go with him and you obliged. And now you two visit his therapist every week for his sessions.
He has stopped trying to look and judge everything from rational and logical point of view and has started to believe that everything isn't supposed to be rational or logical in his life, sometimes it's better if they stay unexplainable,crazy or illogical. He'd rather dance with you in your room while playing your favourite song instead of analysing which beat went wrong.
He smiles a lot nowadays.
You both feed stray kittens together everyday after dinner,sure you two sneak kittens every day into the house but somehow you both never got caught even though Satan has clearly heard footsteps outside his room when you and him were trying to feed the crying kitten.
Satan doesn't feel like Lucifer's shadow anymore, he doesn't get angry when they both were same coloured clothes or choose same food because He has realised the essence of his individual existence and at the same time he has realised that your love for him didn't depend on if he was a prince charming or not,you loved him for his soul,you loved him when he was beating up demons for bullying a stray kitten,you loved him when he was holding the trophie of quiz competition and you still loved him when he was shaking violently and crying in your chest at the middle of the night after having a nightmare. Your love for him was eternal.
Thank you so much for reading stay healthy and safe 💜
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Hello! Can I request the big 3's (diavolo, Lucifer, and barbatos) reaction to you staring at them for a long time and when they ask why you're staring you tell them they're just so unbelievable pretty?
AYOOOO FIRST ASK??#! THANK U SMMM!!! <3333 And of course you can! I'm so thankful as well behrhhehhewbb. Also sorry in advance if diavolo and barbietoes is slightly ooc hehe haven't played the game in a hot moment, but I still do hope you enjoy this post!
TW/CW: fluff, GN!Reader
Staring at Diavolo, Lucifer, and Barbatos then telling them they're really pretty
You two were in his study while he was doing his regular paperwork and you were on your D.D.D.
You set down your device as you sighed and stretched out your arms since you were practically turning to stone as you sat in your seat without movement.
You looked over at Lucifer and didn't even realize you were staring him down so intently tbh.
his well sculpted face, the way he bites down on his bottom lip as he was skimming through each individual document.
the warm glow from the burning fireplace next to his table radiating onto his face which only accentuated his already well defined features even more.
this perfect view of his face from where you were seated only reminded you about one of the many reasons as to why you even fell for this grandpa in the first place.
clearly you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't even notice that you were staring at him so intently that you could have possibly made him feel uncomfortable, though you highly doubt so.
"MC, is everything alright?"
As expected, he asked rather nonchalantly, barely even making eye contact with you as he returned right to his paperwork.
"Oh it's nothing. I just think you're rreeaalyy pretty."
He tried to look unbothered, not letting his facade falter in the slightest. However the slight hitch in his breath and pink which dusted his cheeks told you otherwise.
You could visually see him tense up a little bit as he brought up one of his slender fingers to rub on his temples.
"Don't be stupid."
"But I'm not."
"You're lying aren't you?"
"I wouldn't lie to you!"
He brought up his elbow to rest on his desk as he pressed him palm to his cheek, and you swear that you could've seen a smirk growing on his face.
You knew deep down that he only called you a liar and stupid just to get you to reinforce the fact that you weren't lying to him, as well as to feed his pride.
But hey, as long as you get your compliment through that thick skull of his, it's a win either way.
It was during a date night at Ristorante Six.
He was going on and on, talking about how embarrassing Lucifer could be at times in private without his brothers around.
The way his face lit up as he reminisced the past events that were probably abnormally long ago for a human like you.
The way the corner of his eyes crinkled up as he burst out in his boyish laughter for the nth time that evening.
The way he radiated such a child-like aura from his close-eyed smile only made you fall deeper in love with the soon-to-be Demon King.
The longer you stared at him for, the more you fell into the downward spiral called love.
His hair has slightly ruffled, clearly due to a failed attempt to gel his hair back for the date. His broad shoulders and the way his posture seemed to carry so much pride in him, either from his high ranking as a well-respected demon, or to have you as his significant other, though we al know and believe it to be the latter. dont forget his big tits as well.
"MC, are you okay? You've barely touched your food. Does it taste bad? I can ask them to get a replacement for you."
You giggled at how concerned he was for you , and also due to the fact that there was absolutely no issue with the food either.
"The food is perfectly fine. It's just that I think you're really pretty."
He takes a second to actually absorb what you said but once he did, he chuckled and his tan cheeks turned an ever-so-light shade of red.
"I think you're really pretty too MC. Especially tonight! You look stunning and I'm surprised no one has said anything about how gorgeous you look!"
Oh how the tables have turned hahah
Your cheeks too turn to a deep shade of red.
Honestly you should've expected him to respond like this, but it still manages to catch you off guard.
On the way out of the restaurant, he pasted a big fat juicy smooch on your temple as he rubbed your shoulders.
"I love you a lot MC."
The two of you were baking in the Demon Lord's Castle.
He was mixing and preparing the pastry cream as you pulled a tray filled with goods out from the oven.
You set the tray down on the kitchen island to cool down before piping the cream into them with Barbatos.
You looked up from your work station and saw Barbatos working intently on his confection.
He looked very calm and at peace, probably as a result of mastering the art of baking through centuries of practice, as well as having this rare opportunity to work with you.
All his features were relaxed and there was a slight gleam in his eyes still present.
He already had felt you staring at him for a little, but it was only later on that he decided to look back up to you.
He said as he tilted his head slightly to one side
"No it's nothing. It's just that you're really pretty when you're so focused."
He smiled warmly as slight red dusted his pale cheeks.
He reacted so nonchalantly about it that it was honestly really underwhelming.
He walked over to you and reached out his hand to your face.
You widen your eyes in surprise and your cheeks flush red ///////
He caressed your cheek and swiped his thumb along your smooth skin, before speaking.
"You know that you're still more beautiful than me right MC?"
You averted your gaze to the wall next to you due to the sheer embarrassment you were feeling that words alone couldn't express either.
He laughed at your reaction before pressing a chaste kiss to your nose.
"Alright alright, let's quickly finish this up so we can spend some time together in my room. How does that sound?"
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𖤐 — 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞...𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐞! 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lucifer x Afab! MC
𝐂𝐖: NSFW, Camgirl shenanigans, Male masturbation, Female masturbation, Sex toys, Voyeurism, Nothing super detailed, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I was high and watching bad movies when my humongous, galaxy brain came up with this idea on the fly despite never having watched camgirl content in my life. Originally this was for Mammon (my favorite brother who I have no content for ) but then I said fuck it and switched it to Lucifer last second because I crave Lucifer falling apart behind closed doors. Also, no drabble for this one because my brain needs a break.
𖤐 — 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬? 🕯
Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who finds your stream due to Leviathan, the 3rd born having left the tabs on his computer open despite leaving the house to stand in line for a new game earlier that day. Ruby red eyes and plump lips morphed into a look of distaste, the avatar of pride only quickly turning to leave the room once the lack of his brothers presence became clear. At least, that’s what Lucifer had meant to do. Instead, Lucifer found himself looking at the glowing monitors longer than he should have, the sounds of giggles and sweet moans making his cheeks flush only slightly as they stared at you.
Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who can’t stop thinking about you long after he returns to his office to bury himself in his paperwork. Like a cursed record that kept skipping, Lucifer kept playing your moans and giggles over and over in his mind until suddenly his dress pants were too tight for comfort and a raging heat was beginning to emerge in the pit of his stomach. “How infuriating...” the demon would groan, hands already reaching for his D.D.D only to search for your name that Lucifer himself was surprised he had remembered. But, once that familiar screen had finally loaded and your cute lips that formed a perfect ‘o’ were present on screen, all of Lucifer’s previous hesitation was then gone as his hands quickly discarded his gloves and began to stroke his already throbbing length.
Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who starts to become addicted to your naughty streams. His pale cheeks flushing with color the moment you say his name despite how you had giggled the first time you read it, the name obviously meaning nothing more to you, a human, than a mere bible story or ominous villain. Moans of his name will make the avatar of pride hard the moment he hears them, his hand stroking his cock in time with the toys that were thrust deeply in and out of your cute cunt.
Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who donates copious amounts of money to you despite his better judgement, for it’s all worth it the moment your seductive lips purr out a “Thank you, Luci ~ ♡.” It’s not that much money Lucifer tells himself, although your social media posts with your new designer bags and tight, expensive dresses say otherwise.
Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who sends you sex toys that are similar to his own cock, the inhuman length and ridges making you moan in the way that Lucifer knew you would when he had picked them out so carefully.
Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who learns to time his orgasms with yours. Wild hair and glowing red eyes will bore holes into the screen of his D.D.D, groans and growls slipping past Lucifer’s clenched fangs as your movements speed up, your orgasm quickly approaching as you stuffed yourself full with a dildo that Lucifer himself had purchased for you. Your rhythmic “ah ah ah”s will spur the demon on towards completion, each hypnotic swivel of your hips or quivering of your thighs only sending the avatar of pride deeper and deeper into the pit of his lust and infatuation until finally, with a final moan, Lucifer will messily cum all over his own stomach.
Camgirl Devotee! Lucifer who knows he shouldn’t apply for a contest to meet you in person, but does so anyway, for just the thought of watching anyone else fuck you is too much for the prideful demon to bear. However, all of Lucifer’s jealousy and worries will be washed away the moment your cute lips announce the winner, a sweet kiss to the screen and a wink being the only thing Lucifer cared about until the fateful day he’d get the chance to show all your other watchers who you really belonged to.
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