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hiddenonyx · 7 months

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Obey Me! Characters Walking in on MC Showering

Notes: fem MC!, suggestive content, nudity

Word count: 3.4K - about 290 per character

A/N: You'll probably be able to tell, but this was written over the course of like...3 months? So it's a little disjointed and you can most certainly tell who I was more inspired for. Thank to Pen for giving me ideas for Simeon and Solomon. -------------

After a little planning mishap, you end up sharing a hotel room (and bed) with them. It’s a little awkward, but you’re too tired to truly care. Right now, you really just want a shower. Any other thoughts be damned.

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"Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna take forever, calm down," you answer back to your temporary roommate. "It's just a shower to refresh a little."

You shift your half folded clothes in your arms so you can close the bathroom door. You don't bother to lock it - after all they'll have to know that you're still in the bathroom if you're not out in the room, right? You set your clothes on the oversized countertop, before going over to the shower. It's a simple rectangle shower with a glass door, but isn't so horrible small that you're crowding yourself inside of it. After a few minutes of trying to figure out how to even turn the damn thing on, you get the water running and turn away to strip as the water warms up. But before you step in, you grab your phone and set the all important music. You turn it up so it's just loud enough to contend with the noise of the shower, set it on the counter nearby and step in. A sigh escapes you as the warm water sprays on your skin. Maybe you'll take a little longer than you said...

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Lucifer

He watches you disappear into the bathroom, not believing you when you told him it'll be a "quick" shower (40 minutes is not quick, MC). He goes back to reading through the tourist pamphlet for a factory, allowing the soft noise of the shower and distant music lull him into a feeling of soft relaxation. It's not until nearly an hour later that he realizes that you're still in the shower. Mild concern paints his face as he stands up and makes his way over to the closed bathroom door. The sound of your music is a little louder now and he can hear you humming along.

"MC?" he asks softly, gently tapping his knuckles against the door. He repeats the actions a little louder when you don't answer. When you still don't answer, Lucifer hesitates, before giving a resigned sigh and opening the door.

His question of if you're alright dies on his tongue as he's greeted with the image of your perfect naked body partially obscured by condensation on the glass door. Your back is towards him as you hum along to a song, hands busy washing your hair, completely unaware that Lucifer's walked in on you. He's frozen to the spot for a few moments, his mind screaming at him to close the door and walk away like nothing's happened, but his body simply won't respond. He's stuck staring at your gorgeous form for what seems like an eternity.

Then you start to turn around. Lucifer's body suddenly wakes up and he damn near slams the door off its hinges as he hurries to close it. You startle and call after him, confused and so blissfully unaware, "Lucifer? Was that you? Is something wrong?"

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Mammon

He grumbles as he watches you disappear into the bathroom. He knows that you'll take forever, and there's nothing to do in this tiny shoe box-excuse of a room. He pouts a little more - how dare you leave the Great Mammon bored?! When he hears the shower start and the music kick up, he knows you're not going to come back right away (a small part of him hoped that you would forget something and have to come back out so that he could see you again).

Mammon looks around the room, eyes falling on your open bag. His eyes dart back to the closed door before he shrugs and starts to go through it. He's mildly interested by all the little knick-knacks and souvenirs that you've kept from him and his brothers. He's just about to go through your wallet when a loud "thud" followed by your muffled cursing startles him. He bolts up from your stuff and looks to the bathroom, a guilty look painted on his face. But the door remains closed. Confused and a little concerned, Mammon approaches.

"MC? W-what was that?" he calls, but unbeknown to him, you can't hear him over the shower and your music. He pauses at the door and strains his ears to try and hear a response. When none comes, he starts to get nervous. Did you fall? Is that what the loud noise was? Are you injured?

More than a little panicked, Mammon hurriedly opens the door, "MC-!" His voice dies on his tongue as you lock eyes. You're putting some kind of product on your hand (presumably to spread somewhere else), and fully naked. The condensation on the glass does a poor job of censoring your breasts and the curves of your waist. You look at him, surprised and confused, and perhaps a little embarrassed - he however, is bright red and stuck staring. It isn't until you start to say something that Mammon lets out a pathetic yelp and slams the door closed.

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Levi

Levi gives you a disbelieving look at your “I’ll be quick” claim, but shrugs it off; after all he has to do some daily tasks in “Ruri-Chan Flowers vs. Devils: Dance Dance Battle!”. He hears you start your shower just as the game loads. He cracks his knuckles before curling into his best gamer posture.

Levi glances at the time as he closes the app - almost 2 hours later. He winces; he hadn’t intended to spend longer than 30 minutes doing his tasks, but a new event had started and he just had to get the ice queen skin for Ruri-Chan (it looks so elegant on her!). He listens for a second and doesn’t hear the shower running anymore. He looks around for you in the room (perhaps you entered the room when he was in the “zone” and didn’t notice), and is confused when he doesn’t see you. Curiously, he makes his way to the bathroom door and listens again: silence.

“M-MC?” Levi asks nervously. When you don’t answer he opens the door tentatively. He’s greeted with the lovely embarrassing view of you mid change; wearing only your underwear. He’s frozen to the spot, staring at how your bra barely contains your breasts, at how your panties accent and clings to your natural curves.

“L-Levi?” You ask, slightly embarrassed by his staring. His face is so red you’re worried he’ll pass out. After a few more seconds his brain seems to catch up and he covers his face and practically runs back to the bed, screaming apologies.

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Satan

He gives you a hum of acknowledgement at your announcement and turns the page of his new book. He hears the bathroom door click closed. He lets out a soft sigh of relaxation before settling fully in the chair. He knows that he'll have plenty of time to read in peace and quiet while you shower.

Satan is fully immersed in his book when you call his name from the bathroom. He startles and almost bends the page. He looks over at the door, answering you back, "Yes?"

"I forgot my pajamas on my bed. Could you bring them here, please?" Your voice is timid and embarrassed. He sighs softly - you make him do things that he wouldn't do for anyone else.

"Yes. Just a second." He gently (and carefully) sets his book down on the table before standing up and going over to your bed. Your cute sleeping clothes are folded nicely in a single space (which he appreciates the neatness of). He picks them up just as gently as he had put his book down before walking over to the bathroom.

He raps his knuckle gently against the door and waits for your answer. He doesn't hear the music or the water running, so he tries again slightly louder. When you fail to answer again, he gently opens the door and steps inside.

He's greeted with the view of you wrapped in a towel that just barely covers the important parts. Your breasts are nearly spilling over the top of the white towel (how the towel even remains wrapped around in the first place is a wonder). And the towel just barely covers the upper most part of your thighs. You scroll absently on your phone while you wait, unaware of Satan's presence. He stares for a few seconds, struggling to collect himself (how dare you be this nonchalant), before he softly clears his throat.

You look over and give him an apologetic smile before reaching out to take the offered clothes. Satan closes the door and does his best to muffle the sigh he lets out. This is going to be a long trip.

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Asmodeus

He really wants to ask you if he can join you, but he figures that if you wanted him to join you, you would've extended an invitation. Perhaps you simply need a little bit to sort through your thoughts and memories of the day (which he understands - he does that too). Instead, he busies himself doing his skincare routine out in front of his travel mirror. It's far from the best, but it'll do for the night.

Asmo hums idly to your muffled playlist, enjoying the odd domestic tone of the night. The situation is odd, with having to share a bed, he muses, but at least he can fall asleep right next to your cute self. It isn't until he's about to complete his last step in his extensive routine that he notices that your music has stopped. When did it stop? How long has the room been silent? Asmo strains his ears, but can't hear any other sounds.

"Little dove? Are you done?" he calls softly. When you don't answer him, he gets up, and goes over to the bathroom door. He knocks, calling again, "Dove?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm done....hey, umm...could you help me? T-there's this knot in my hair."

Asmo smiles softly before opening the door. He pays little mind to the fact that you've somehow managed to wrap and tie the hotel towel around your body (maybe you used a little magic), and instead focus on this knot of wet hair you're struggling to untangle. He gently takes the brush from you, his fingers ever so softly grazing your's, and gently pulls it from your hair. He hums as he begins to gently brush your hair out.

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Beelzebub

He nods in acknowledgement before popping another piece of candy in his mouth. It's some human world candy; some of the pieces are sweet and some of them are tart, and Beel never quite knows which kind he'll get. He sits on the bed, simply enjoying the snack and thinking - thinking about the day you've spent together.

He's content for the time, but a loud "bampoof" followed by language Beel's only ever heard come from an angry Levi makes him pause mid chew. He swallows hard before rising from the bed.

"MC? Are you okay?" His voice is soft but urgent. He rests his hand on the door, listening. He can still hear the water running, your music playing and...your mumbled curses. He breathes a sigh of relief; at least you're not unconscious. But still...

He opens the door gently, eyes cast to the tiled floor trying to respect your privacy. "MC? A-are you okay? What happened?"

You huff and rise to your feet, grabbing the offending soap bar that had slipped from your grip and caused you to fall after it. "Yeah, I'm fine...more or less. Hit my head slightly, " you mumble before looking over at Beel. His face, even staring at the title, is dusted pink. You can't help but smile and giggle. He blushes harder, before glancing at you.

"Yeah, Beel, I'm fine. I'll be out in a few, okay?" you give him your biggest, most convincing smile. He nods, his face even redder now, before closing the door.

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Belphegor

He makes a half-assed noise to acknowledge you before covering his eyes with his arm. As long as he wakes up next to you, he doesn't really care how long you take. As he drifts off, he hears your music start playing. Despite the peppy-upbeatness it lulls him to sleep all the same.

Belphie has no idea how much time has passed when he wakes up, but he does know that you're not in bed with him. Grumbling, he practically slides himself out of bed and stumbles to the bathroom door. He grumbles, some sort of half asleep noise, before unceremoniously opening the door.

"Belphie!" You squeak, scrambling to wrap yourself in a towel, smearing lotion on the white cloth. He sleepily sways towards you - too asleep to notice your state of undress. He wraps his arms around you and sleepily nuzzles your neck, mumbling something about you being late. You're frozen to place, one hand gently touching on Belphie's shoulder.

"Belphie." you say again, holding your breath. He makes a noise of some kind but continues to lean into you. You both stand there for a few minutes before Belphie raises his face to look at you. His eyes seem a little clear and he gives you a questioning look, "What? You weren't in bed," he pouts.

"Belphie...I'm naked."

He stares at you and blinks dumbly for a second before his sleepy brain catches up. His face turns red and he bites his lip. Reluctantly he pulls away and looks at the floor.

"S-sorry. I-I'll go." You giggle and smile, "It's okay. I'll be out in a few more minutes okay? And then I'll give you all the cuddles you want."

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Diavolo

He watches you disappear into the bathroom with a soft hum and smile. He turns his attention to the small smattering of various important documents that need his attention and signature (even on "vacation" the poor prince can never seem to escape his work). He sighs and silently debates if Barbatos's lecture would be worth ignoring his work for the time being. Diavolo glances back at the bathroom door before picking up his pen - it's not like he had anything else to do while he waited.

He's almost finished with his paperwork - actively in the process of signing the last document - when he's startled by a unusually loud "FUCK" from the bathroom. Diavolo spares only a half a second to frown in annoyance at the smeared lettering before setting the pen down and getting up.

"MC? Are you-?" he starts as he approaches the door. He strains his ears to listen, hearing movement from inside and more importantly your grumbles of irritation. "MC?" he calls again, waiting by the shut door, concern worming its way into his expression. You don't answer, but he can still hear you moving.

Carefully he turns the door handle and slowly opens the door just enough so that he can look in and see what's happened. He sucks in a soft breath. You're completely naked, fiddling with a band-aid, a small stream of blood running down your leg. You must've nicked yourself while shaving, and as his eyes trace the blood, it looks to be around your knee (an annoying and troublesome area if one's not careful, or so he's been told). His eyes continue to travel past the nick to rake over the rest of your nude form.

And Diavolo has to bite his lip to stop himself from letting out a hot and noisy breath. You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning, drop dead beautiful - he could on. Every part of you is simply perfect. His trance of admiration is broken when you move again, having finished applying the band-aid. Carefully, and quietly, he closes the door letting out the breath he was holding. There's no way either of you are sleeping tonight.

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Barbatos

He gives a little hum to acknowledge you, but says nothing. It's a bit odd to see Barbatos of all people casually reclining in a chair with a book, but it's kinda cute (and an odd weight off your shoulders that the man does actually know how to relax). You turn and make your way to the bathroom, gently closing the door behind you.

Barbatos lets his eyes follow you as you walk to the bathroom, watching you go. His eyes narrow slightly - he expected your arms to be fuller...were you forgetting something? He glances over to your bed to find that you had forgotten to bring your sleepwear. He smiles softly, how cute of you.

Barbatos sets his book down before getting up and carefully collects your clothes to bring to you. He knocks gently on the door and then opens it. It's a force of habit really, he truly didn't mean to intrude and walk in on you half naked.

You hold each other's gaze for several long seconds, your hands behind your back holding the clasps of your bra. He simply stands in the entrance of the room, one hand holding your sleepwear, the other on the door knob.

He clears his throat softly, "You forgot these." Barbatos sets your clothes on the counter before quietly excusing himself.

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Simeon

He smiles as he watches you disappear into the bathroom. His smile dips into a slight frown when he realizes that he's not sure what to do now that you're busy. Should he read? His eyes dart to his bag. Or maybe he should work on his manuscript - he had been hoping to be able to work on it at some point during this trip and now seemed as good of a time as any, right?

After almost twenty minutes of struggling to do anything writing related Simeon decides that it would be best to call it a night. He carefully put his manuscript away and makes his way over to the bed. He picked up the top item of clothing that he had set out for himself earlier, only to realize that it wasn't his - it was your's. He glances back towards the bathroom and then the shirt he had unfolded. You must've grabbed the wrong set of sleepwear by accident.

Ever the gentleman, Simeon refoldes the shirt and picks up the stack of clothing, making his way to the bathroom. Even through the door, he can hear you softly singing along. He doubts that you can hear him, but he still knocks anyways, and isn't surprised when you don't answer.

Gently he opens the door, his gaze downwards. He peeks up, looking at the counter to see where you had set down the clothes you took. He groans internally when he sees that they're almost right at the farthest end; he had hoped to just be able to quickly swap them out and not disturb you.

He sighs and steps in, "Um, excuse me, (MC). I don't mean to bother you, but it seems you accidentally grabbed my clothes instead of your's." You look over to him, gently jolted out of your thoughts. You can't help but smile at Simeon; he keeps his gaze down and is quick with the exchange.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Enjoy the rest of your shower," and with that, he gracefully leaves, his ears a soft pink.

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Solomon

He smiles and laughs a little to himself as he watches you leave towards the bathroom. He waits till he hears the door close before returning his attention to the small set up of magical equipment and knick-knacks. As he starts to tinker, he hears the soft noise of the shower and your music. He hums along softly as he works.

Almost half an hour later Solomon sets down his tools and stretches in the chair before getting up. He makes his way to the bathroom, lost in thought about his recent project. It was being difficult and not quite working how he wanted it to.

...maybe a shower would help clear his thoughts.

He opens the door to the bath and casual walks in, pushing the door closed with his foot. He grabs his belt to start undoing it when a voice calls his name.

"Solomon?! What are you doing?!"

He looks up and over to the shower, to see you. Already naked, in the shower, and in the middle of washing your hair. He tries to hold your gaze, but his eyes falter and flicker down to the rest of your form for a second. He had forgotten you were in here.

He laughs, thoroughly embarrassed for the first time in a while and brings his hands up to rub at his shoulder in an apologetic gesture, "S-Sorry, sorry. I...I uh...forgot you were in here..."

"Where else would I be?! Now get out! Shoo!"

Solomon doesn't need to be told twice.

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natimiles · 2 months

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Caring (Satan x reader)

Summary: It doesn’t take him more than a glance your way to know something is wrong.

Words: 950

Tags: can be platonic or romantic; cuddles; hurt/comfort for reader; no specified pronouns.

Sometimes you forget how perceptive he can be. But what would you expect? Satan was a walking encyclopedia who loved reading detective stories. So it doesn’t take him more than a glance your way to know something is wrong.

He doesn’t say anything, not during dinner. He will wait; he doesn’t want to cause a ruckus. His brothers — especially Mammon — would probably make things worse if they realize you’re not quite yourself tonight. It pains him to admit that Lucifer probably noticed too, but is keeping quiet for the same reason as he is.

When dinner is over, you excuse yourself and make a beeline for your bedroom. Satan doesn’t linger in the dining room either, opting to go to his room to change into his pajamas before heading to the library. He knows he can find more help there.

The blonde finally finds what he needs and makes his way to your bedroom, thankful that his brothers are back in their own rooms; the last thing he wanted was for someone to see him and decide to tag along. Since the kitchen is already empty, he makes a quick stop there. He sets two mugs of hot, soothing tea on a tray and continues on his way to you.

Satan calls for your name when reaches your door, unsure if you’re still awake.

He waits for a while, straightening his posture and moving closer to the door to ensure he can hear you. He debates whether to call you again, knock on the door, or simply attempt to barge in — he never once considers leaving you alone. Then he hears your soft steps crossing the room on the other side. Not long after, he hears the soft click of the door being unlocked, and he finally gets to see your face again.

The first thing he notices is that you’re still in your uniform, and he tries hard not to frown, not wanting to give you the wrong impression.

“Hey, Satan,” your voice is weak, and you try to smile, but he sees how it doesn’t reach your eyes. You scan the tray in his hands and then his face. “Wanna come in?”

“I do, thanks.” He walks inside and sets the tray on the table. “I brought tea, as you can see.”

“That’s lovely of you.” There it is again, the weird smile you’re giving today. He must be giving you a funny look because you furrow your eyebrows. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re weird today,” he says bluntly. Your eyes widen, and he realizes he probably sounded rude, waving his hands. “No, no! Wait, let me rephrase that, please… Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and something is different from your usual self, but I cannot pinpoint what it is.”

Casting down your gaze, you turn to make your way to the bed, flopping down onto it, and staring at your ceiling. You should’ve known your favorite demon would never let anything slide.

He follows every movement of you with his eyes.

“I’m just feeling down, and… a little anxious, I guess?” you shrug. “Just one of those days where everything that could go wrong, goes wrong.” You laugh with no humor.

“I see.” He puts his hand on his chin, thoughtfully. “Well, I have soothing tea, safe for humans, don’t worry. If you want to talk about it, drink in silence, not drink it at all, cuddle, or just stay silent together, I’m here.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him. He’s still standing beside the table, as if waiting for you to decide what you want before coming to your side. Your heart clenches at how adorable and considerate he can be, and it’s like you finally remember how perceptive, smart, and caring he is; how much he loves you.

“I would like that tea,” you say with a nod. “And some cuddles.”

“Good choice,” he smiles, sounding almost proud of you. “Why don’t you change into your pajamas or something more comfortable? I can get it for you.”

Nodding once more, you accept his offer. And in no time, Satan gave you your pajamas, threw your uniform into the laundry basket, and was now handing you the steaming mug of tea. You can’t believe that it’s still hot, but then you think he probably put a spell on it to keep it hot enough while drinking.

He settles down beside you, leaning his back against the headboard, and starts chatting about the most random topics he can pull off. When he notices you’ve finished your tea, he shows you his last weapon. You raise your eyebrows, only now noticing he brought your favorite book with him.

“You remembered…”

“Of course I did,” he raises an eyebrow, sounding almost offended and indicating how obvious it is that he retains every little piece of information about you. “Would you like me to read it for you?”

“I’d like it very much,” you reply with a soft smile. This time, he notices how your eyes are starting to shine again.

“Very well, then why don’t you settle down here?” He pats his thigh.

Putting your empty mug aside on the nightstand, you lie down, using his lap as a pillow and pulling your blankets to cover you. He smiles down at you and gives you a kiss on the forehead. He opens the book and starts reading, his fingertips absentmindedly playing with your hair.

Satan knows that it’s probably not enough to completely heal you of this unpleasant feeling you were experiencing, but it’s a start. He’ll make sure to always be there for you in the future.

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obeymeswdwritings · 10 months

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Quality Time

Characters - All, platonic Luke

Gn!Reader

Warnings- Swearing, romantic implications/references (other than Luke)

Category- Headcanons, Love Languages

What are their favorite ways to spend time with you?

Lucifer

Going Out

Luci absolutely adores going on walks. Either in the evening or in the morning, but he enjoys feeling fresh air, and maybe holding hands. (Which is, admittedly, a big if.)

Winter walks are especially so: even if you’re just walking down a road, rather than in a park or through the forest. Cold, fresh air, and company that he trusts.

Staying In

Paperwork/homework dates! Think if group study worked really well. Complete silence, other than the occasional rustle or pen-scratch, and maybe a clarifying question here or there.

There’s something peaceful about completing unpleasant work in good company - it balances out to utter content.

Mammon

Going Out

In what might be a surprising turn of events, nothing to do with money! Although Mammon may consider you the ultimate good-luck charm, he prefers lakeside dates, with a little picnic basket and a peaceful spot.

100% a treeclimber. That being said, it’s a lot like cats - he goes up without a care in the world, but you’re going to have to help him get back down.

Staying In

Watching bad reality TV. He especially loves shows like The Price Is Right and Wheel of Fortune, and can answer their questions insanely well.

Popcorn, blankets, and a whiteboard, so he can prove that he would’ve gotten the answer perfectly. He has a little abacus that he uses to keep score.

Leviathan

Going Out

Obviously conventions are the first pick, but those are rare and stressful! So his favorite way to spend time with you outside of the house would be coffee shop gaming.

Go to a coffee shop with a laptop, tablet, or phone, and load up a game. If it’s multiplayer, he’ll co-op with you. If not, he’ll pick his own and just order coffee. Or, if you don’t feel like gaming, bring something else to do - he won’t mind.

Staying In

Watching anime, of course! Games are fun, and he’ll likely suggest a couple, but at the end of the day there’s always a new episode out of something.

Will most likely be looking over semi-frequently to make sure you’re enjoying it, but most of his talking will be limited to exclamations of excitement at new developments.

Satan

Going Out

Cat cafes. He’ll go with or without you, but privately believes that the cats are friendlier when you’re there. Not that he can blame them - he’s also friendlier when you’re around.

Library dates are his second choice - or bookstores, depending on if there’s a new one. Regardless of whether or not you’re just in the same place or picking out books for each-other, Satan finds the combination of a calm environment and his favorite person to be the perfect setting.

Staying In

Now, of course reading is fun, but consider: reading in the garden with a bowl of tune to lure in stray cats?

Alternatively, sprawling out on armchairs in the family library, depending on if you feel like being outside. If you’re not reading, you could be playing board games - namely Clue.

Asmodeus

Going Out

Clubs? Stores? Photoshoot? He’s down for whatever, but he’d certainly prefer something he can put on Devilgram! (Even if he does back out last minute, choosing to instead preserve the memory for just the two of you. Bragging rights are nice, but it’s almost better to have a secret.)

Or, of course, consider going to a fabulous spa, nail salon, or beauty parlor. It’s easy to get short-notice access to any and all of them thanks to his reputation - Asmo may be the first person in history to be genuinely liked by business owners for the attention.

Staying In

Spa day, obviously! And by spa, he means bath salts, face masks, and ultra-soft matching pajama sets for when you’re done.

Asmo absolutely LOVES just relaxing, but it’s a million times better with his darling there! He might even get to a point where he’s happy to be the polar opposite of performative - gentle, a little insecure, but certainly still as happy to paint your nails as before.

Beelzebub

Going Out

Restaurant dates? Sure, but they’re improved ten times over when it’s after one of his Fangol games or practice. If you can find somewhere that he loves but hasn’t been to in the past, he’ll be ecstatic. Even if it’s just a food truck on the road or a new coffee place, same impact as a brand-new fancy restaurant!

And speaking of practice, consider gym dates! Regardless of if you’re working out with him, Beel would love to have you there with him.

Staying In

If you thought for an instant that his first pick wouldn’t be cooking together, you’d be . . . right. That’s his second, 100%! Your cooking and getting to spend time with you? Bring it on!

But his first pick is eating together. Sure, sure, they’re close, and sure, he’d prefer to eat something you made, but Beel’s a big fan of family meals, and you’re absolutely part of his family. For him, it’s just re-affirming that you feel just as close to him as he does to you.

Belphegor

Going Out

Stargazing. Absolutely stargazing. Be it at a observatory or just, yknow, on a cliff, Belphie’s here for it. Provided he doesn’t have to walk . . . Bonus if you can find one that isn’t too crowded, he needs his space! Not from you, mind, but still!

He’s also a fan of cafes, but in a different way than the others. He likes curling up with you, cookies, and some heavily sugared tea.

Staying In

Naptime, anyone? In case it wasn’t obvious, the pillows and blankets in his room do serve a purpose. Plus, cuddling with a partner has been scientifically proven to improve your health, yeah? Wouldn’t it be nice to have your health improved and have a nap?

Truthfully, since he’ll sleep anywhere, you can do whatever as long as there’s a surface for him to lay down on. Or sit on him. Or maybe lean on . . . ? It’s whatever, supposing you’ll wake him up when you need to move rooms.

Diavolo

Going Out

Dia owns some establishments and is well known in the others, so it might surprise you to know that he’s not a huge fan of going out. Of course, he likes taking breaks, but he’s much more into magic stores than restaurants.

His favorite, though? Museum dates. From making up goofy stories for the exhibits to genuine admiration, he loves it all!

Staying In

Expect to be used as his excuse to get out of paperwork! Also expect Barbatos to tell him that now that you’re here, it might be best for him to work faster. Or next to you. It’s a toss-up whether he’ll get a break to spend time with you or if you’ll end up sitting next to him as he signs papers tirelessly.

If he does get a break, Dia’s happy to just listen to you talk! It could be about your childhood, your friends in the human world, the brothers, your Devildom History assignment, your hobbies, whatever it is.

Barbatos

Going Out

The local market imports new teas regularly, so there’s always a chance that he’ll invite you out to run errands - it may sound boring, but Barbs loves getting your opinion on things, regardless of how small or inconsequential.

Although parks are lovely, he prefers highly scenic flower conservatories, and loves learning about the history of various plants.

Staying In

Now, Barbatos certainly has some problems taking breaks, which are a bit worse when he’s in the castle. So, get him to take a break by helping him with his duties - get him to explain what Dia’s favorite type of tea is, or to explain a complex recipe.

Although Barbs loves just having you by his side while he works, he also loves things more along the lines of a conversation. You might not entirely get him to abandon his work for a couple hours, but you probably can have a grand time with him while he prunes rosebushes or makes soup.

Solomon

Going Out

As someone else used to human customs, any form of a date makes him happy. Granted, he might prefer certain locations - alchemy stores, fancy restaurants, and places that teach crafts.

Speaking of teaching, dance class. Solomon loves classical dancing, and would love it if you joined him in a class. It’ll probably be incredibly fun for you, especially considering how much fun you can have doing the tango!!!

Staying In

Assuming that you have the sense to not let him cook, he’d love to have you on as a potions assistant! Or tester, which is like, at least 40% safe! (he wouldn’t intentionally put you in danger, obviously, but hoo boy)

Studying together, by which he means in the same room, will definitely become a fun pastime. Solomon may not need to study, but he likes to! Especially if you’re there.

Simeon

Going Out

Really, anything, but Simeon’s especially fond of author-signing events, as ironic as it may seem. He thinks that getting to meet another author is fascinating, and enjoys learning more about the people behind novels.

Aside from that, Simeon likes going to a restaurant or cafe and people-watching. Regardless of how good at coming up with a life story on the spot, he considers it a fabulous thought exercise.

Staying In

Getting your opinion on things. Characters, settings, philosophical arguments, whatever it is, Sim’ll probably enjoy it. However, his favorite things to ask you about are the things involved in his writing, like a plot development or a newly introduced character.

Otherwise, Simeon’s a big fan of naps. Well, not taking them, but having you asleep in the room while he watches over you? It’s oddly fulfilling for him.

Luke

Going Out

Luke likes going to popular cafes and trendy decorative areas, even if he’ll pretend that he doesn’t like them all that much. He thinks it’s incredibly fun to see what makes them popular, and to try highly rated dishes - even if only to recreate them later.

If you can make a trip to the human world, Luke loves going on tours around historical sites. Even though there certainly are such tours in the Devildom, it’s scary! for you, clearly, it must be so terrifying to be surrounded by demons even on a leisure trip!

Staying In

Baking. He can be a little bit of a control freak at first, considering that he’s had a long time to perfect recipes and learn various techniques, (and considering that he lives with Solomon), but he’ll get to a point where he trusts your judgement on most things in the kitchen.

Aside from the obvious choice, Luke likes having you tell stories to him! Not that he’s, like, a kid or anything, but I think we can all agree it’s insanely comforting to have someone read to you. Bonus points if you come up with your own stories rather than read from a storybook!

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smoft-demons · 3 months

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Mammon deserves to have someone who misses him when he’s away.

Imagine: Mammon’s not home for the week. He’s away, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or whatever it is he does. His brothers are just chilling as usual. This is nothing to even blink at, much less be upset about.

But MC? Nope! He’s their Mammon, and they love him so much!

Imagine MC turning to the side where Mammon usually is, automatically going to whisper some dumb comment to him, and then deflating when they find no Mammon there. Imagine MC absentmindedly reaching their hand out to that side, going to hold his hand out of habitual impulse—and being confused for a moment to find empty air… then hiding their sadness. Imagine them distracting themself by hanging out with all the others, who they DO love a lot, but… Mammon’s not there, and the house feels incomplete. They’ve spent lots of time with the others without Mammon before, but he’s never been away so long before, and everything feels wrong.

Imagine Mammon’s reaction to his brothers (probably Asmo, to tease him, or Beel, out of sympathy for the human) texting him to tell him that the human’s moping without him. Imagine them catching MC doing one of those things on camera, because Mammon has to see it to really believe that someone misses him so much.

Imagine Mammon coming home, and the human regaining their energy just at the sound of his voice announcing that he’s back. Imagine them running to the door, pouncing on him for hugs with such excitement that he TOTALLY would have been knocked to the floor if he weren’t supernaturally strong—you know, being a demon.

“You’re home!!!!” MC shouts, not bothering to contain their excitement because they love him, they’re so happy to be reunited, they missed him so much, and he deserves to see that. It’s good for him.

Imagine how happy he’d be to get a reaction like that!

Imagine Mammon and MC inevitably ending up in MC’s room, as they always do, and Mammon seeing that MC has stolen the blanket off his bed. It’s in a messy pile on top of their own blanket, it looks like MC had been curled up under it just before he returned. Because it smells like him, and it’s warm and soft and big, so it’s the closest thing to a hug from him that they could have gotten while he was away.

Imagine how his heart would melt. Imagine how loved he would feel.

Idk, I think he’d cry

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obae-me · 4 months

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People really think Lucifer is some cold villainous evil man when he's canonically gushed over Mammon calling him Dad once, gotten so embarassed over making Diavolo bad cookies he blushes at the mere mention of them, and gotten so enraptured in a novel he cried.

He can be a menace but he's also a mess, never forget.

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fullofbees · 1 month

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Fanon pet peeve is when u see a man that is a submissive and breedable brat but everyone writes him as a sadistic daddy dom. I'm so sorry king u deserve better and as many fingers as u want in ur ass 😔

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thedevilspearl · 8 months

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prone to bone — all brothers

author’s note ʚɞ i’ve been seeing prone bone floating around recently and also can’t get the brothers out of my head so here is my take on how the brothers feel about the position. spoiler alert: they fucking love it.

tags ʚɞ female reader x lucifer, mammon (filming during the act), leviathan, satan (power play), asmodeus (crying), beelzebub (size kink) + belphegor. explicit smut, minors do not interact!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 feels an immense surge of control when he towers over you, his thighs on either side of you resting just enough weight on you to trap you underneath him, but not enough to hurt you. he doesn’t need to trap you; he knows you’d never try to move away from him when his cock is filling you up so well. but there’s something about you not having the choice to that adds to his total control over you. his hands rub up and down your back, taking a moment to grope your ass while he slowly drives his cock in and out of your pussy, grinding his cock to the hilt and ascending to a higher realm when he hears your lustful cries muffled by pillows. “my sweet darling,” he pulls away the pillows with a deep rut, causing you to yelp. “don’t hide your voice. i want to hear how dirty you are.”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 one hundred per cent records you in this position every single time. it’s the same position but each occasion that calls for it is a whole new experience. he just loves when the base of his cock presses against your perky ass. he loves the way your ass cheeks jiggle when he speeds up his pace, when they mould into his hands while he grabs them roughly. but most of all, he loves the strangled cries sounding from the body beneath him. oh, he knows he’s fucking you good; so deep and intimate is the way his cock buries itself in your pussy, dragging against all the right places. he can go round after round in this position, filming it on his ddd so he can watch it on repeat when you’re not around. “fucking hell,” he grunts, chuckling while holding handfuls of your ass. “ya look so pretty for me, don’t think i’m stopping any time soon.”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 loves the prone bone. it’s one of the positions where his confidence and self–esteem rockets sky high. he usually gets a bit shy being on top but he appreciates having your face hidden in the cushions while he does all the work, blushing the entire time; and it’s a relatively easy position, not too strenuous for him and his debatably poor stamina. but god, he just loves when you wear his shirt in this position, completely naked underneath but every thrust has him losing himself in the sight of your body as his shirt inches its way up your back. and along with his fingers interlacing with yours as they push down into the mattress and your ass bouncing up into him as he fucks you deep, it’s enough to make him finish in seconds. “i’m cumming!” levi cries, body collapsing on yours but he doesn’t stop fucking you with his twitching cock. “holy shit, it feels so good.”

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 leans over you with his hands latched on each of your wrists, burying them in the bed sheets and with his thighs holding your lower body in place, there’s no way you can move. you desperately want to writhe and twitch in pleasure but he holds you perfectly still. your body shakes in the ripples of pleasure shooting through your body, a bliss only satan can bring to you as every grind of his hips is precise and perfect hitting your sweet spots again and again. it’s almost torture when he treats you like a toy, putting you in the perfect position for his greedy cock to fuck. you lay flat but your ass tilts upwards just the slightest bit, giving him the perfect angle to drive you both to insanity. “fuck! shit!” satan growls, so close to cumming but you defiantly fidgeted and disrupted his rhythm. “stay fucking still if you want to cum.”

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 has a particular taking to this position because it’s so easy to fuck you into oblivion and back without draining too much stamina from either of you. but that doesn’t mean you won’t end up with tears dripping down your face and drool spilling from your lips. it’s the way you scream his name extra loud as he ploughs into you from behind. his hands grip your ass tight while your head hangs off the bed, bouncing with each thrust. asmo loves fucking you in the collapsed doggy style, and as you squeeze the bed sheets for dear life while your body lays flat and twitching, asmo continues fucking you from behind and he can’t find it in him to stop. the position turns him into an insatiable devil “aww sweetie, i know you’re tired,” he whispers gently in your ears as your body wracks with sobs. “but you can take a little more, can’t you?”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 loves putting his big body to the test, especially when he’s fucking you dumb on his huge cock. every position is a reminder of how huge he is compared to you, so it would be blasphemy to talk about beelzebub and the prone bone without mentioning his raging size kink. his fat balls rub against the back of your thighs while his thick cock stretches you open. it lays heavy in your pussy as he slowly grinds it back and forth, grunting each and every time. the way your pussy engulfs a beast like him, coating his cock in your arousal, it’s a marvel to him. his breath is hot and heavy, a signal that he’s extremely turned on. whether he’s towering above you or leaning over your shaking frame, he feels so fucking huge and that’s enough for him to want to fuck you in the position forever. “fuck, mc....you’re so tight, ‘s driving me crazy.”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 is a lazy git who prefers positions where you do most of the work. however, prone boning you is a compromise. he’ll put in the work while you melt into the bedsheets, but it’s also a relatively low effort position that doesn’t tire him out, and that means he can last longer. and he loves lasting long in this position because the view of your ass between his thighs and the expanse of your back on display for him is addictive. for once, he loves that you’re the one squirming underneath him, crying out his name only to be muffled by the blanket tugged between your teeth because his cock is fucking you so deeply. “fuck baby,” he grunts rutting his hips quicker and harder as the minutes pass. belphie loses his mind when you quivers around his cock. “gonna make me cum so hard.”

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misc-obeyme · 3 months

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MC is at the Demon Lord's Castle helping Barbatos make tea.

MC: And what exactly is in this blend?

Barbatos: *lists every ingredient*

MC: Mhm. And what are the benefits of those?

Barbatos: *details the benefits of each ingredient separately and together*

MC: Right and where exactly did you obtain this?

Barbatos: I made the blend myself. While I was able to find some of these ingredients at my usual market, I had to grow some of them myself in the gard-

MC: ?

Barbatos: MC. Why are you asking me so many questions about this tea?

MC: Oh, I just like to watch the way your eyes sparkle when you're talking about something you love.

Barbatos: I see. Then you must allow me to list everything I know about you.

MC was too flustered to speak. Barbatos only chuckled and kissed away their astonishment.

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i-write-things · 3 months

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Obey Me! D&D joke

Mc: You enter the dungeon, and on the far side of the room you see....a door.

Asmo: Can I...seduce the door?

Mc: No, you cannot.

Mammon: Can I seduce the door?

Mc: Also no.

Levi: I punch Mammon.

Mc: Mammon, you take four damage.

Mammon: Well, I transform into a beaver!

Mc: You....do that.

Mammon: Now can I seduce the door?

Mc: Still! No!

Levi: I punch Mammon again.

Mc: ...three more damage.

Satan: Can I fight the door?

Mc: No!

Belphie: Uh, I also would like to fight the door.

Mc: Nobody can fight the door!

Satan: I! FIGHT! THE! DOOR!

Mc: You lose!

Satan: ...I fight you...

Mc: Satan, take a walk.

Lucifer: Is the door dead or alive?

Mc: Its...a door?

Lucifer: Can I...enslave it's soul?

Mc: How would you even-? No.

Diavolo: Can I build a better door?

Mc: You want to build a better door?

Diavolo: I aquire lumber from the surrounding forest.

Mc: Okay, you...do that.

Beel: Is... the door locked?

Mc: No, it isn't.

Beel: I open the door.

Mc: You do so. Inside is one small treasure chest!

Asmo: I seduce the treasure chest.

Mc: No!!!

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dumbificat · 27 days

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Ꮺ hey — you’re booptiful !! ‎

☆ various x gn!reader — fluff ✿ no warnings — wc : 888 ♪ note — happy boop day :P ♡ please reblog if you enjoyed !! ★ taglist — @thexianzhoujade @ryuryuryuyurboat @dailypenpen @thestarswhisper @lemonarcade @nostalgic-muffins + @xianyoon @nervocat i think you’ll like this :9

— neuvillette was both unprepared and unfamiliar with nose boops. he loved you and the ways you showed affection, but sometimes struggled to see how it was affectionate. he’d never complain, though. instead, he usually went along with it and reciprocated the action. in this case, the fabric of his glove was soft against your skin as he booped… your forehead. well, it was the thought that counted, right?

— wriothesley be initially caught off guard, but would simply respond with that deep chuckle of his, before booping your own nose. his heart swells at your bright smile, mentally cooing at how cute you are, and would welcome any future boops with open arms. well, nose.

— lyney would be used to your noncon-formative displays of affection. he can’t say he prepared for the boop on his nose, a small gasp leaving his lips before he can stop it. it’s quick to spread into a smile, his own finger reaching across to boop your own nose. he then pulls out a rainbow rose right before your eyes, seemingly from thin air, placing it behind your ear with a kiss to your temple.

— gallagher raises a brow at your antics. he’s used to them by now, knows they’re just little displays of affection. when you think he’s about to boop you back, his big hand cups your jaw, dragging you closer so he can press a kiss to your forehead. he chuckles when you pout, finally booping your nose as well. you did a small cheer at that, and he felt his heart melt.

— jing yuan was resting in your arms like the sleepy cat he was when you booped his nose. you could tell he was half asleep but he was too cute to resist. his eyes drooped in a slow blink, before his head moved towards yours. your noses booped together in an unconventional kiss, then he returned to snuggling into your neck. you could only hope he’d remember this when he woke up.

— blade almost a pulls his blade out until he sees it was you. then he just… stares at you. did you really just boop his nose?! upon seeing how elated you are to have ambushed him with affection, he huffs and relaxes his shoulders. after many daring attempts at showing your love to him in the past, you knew that meant you had free reign to boop him as many times as you wanted. of course, don’t abuse this privilege - he does still have his blade after all.

— mammon pauses for a moment, debating what to do. he loves when you do things like this, little signs of love just for him. a huge blush spread across his face. how could a simple tap leave him this flustered? he was determined now to make you the same blushing mess he was, so he reached out and booped your nose. many times. in fact, it became an outright booping war.

— lucifer would wonder how you could feel joy from such a small act, yet he won’t stop you. the most you’ll get out of him is a sigh and a question about whether or not you’re okay. when he confirms you’re fine, just feeling silly, he’ll resume with his paperwork while you boop away. just be prepared for boops of your own when you least expect it.

— simeon would initially be confused, chalking it up to humans and their playful signs of affection. this confusion would melt into adoration as he sees how happy you are, moving in turn to boop your nose. you both keep booping each other, and even switched to kissing each other’s noses instead. at least you returned to a familiar act of endearment that your loving angel could recognise.

— luke would be quick to shout “i’m not a kid!!” until he sees it was you that booped his nose. his anger would disappear as quickly as it came, but he might still pour at your antics. it’s only when you bring his hand up to your own nose that he brightens up, realising you weren’t making fun of his kid-like appearance. cue many boops and giggles, as well as a confused solomon when he sees you both.

— yoo joonghyuk didn’t know what to think, so he chose to ignore it. not you, just the small boop you left on his nose. you’d just finished a scenario, the next not starting for a week so you took some time to rest. the crackling of the fire in front of you was welcomed, but you could feel your eyes drooping. for so long you’d been pumped with adrenaline, only now did boredom seem like hell. that’s when you booped him. in all honesty, you didn’t expect much, just a quick distraction if anything. though, your shock was apparent when his own finger reached across, tantalisingly slow in its movements, to boop you back.

— kim dokja would pause what he was doing, looking up from his phone to see your smiling face. he knew he wasn’t imagining things - you really did just boop his nose. at the lack of a response, you made an awkward little sound, almost regretting the small action. so, when dokja booped your own nose with a chuckle, you couldn’t stop the huge grin from spreading across your face.

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devilevlls · 5 days

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Lucifer's day off ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚

Word count: 748 words

Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, so well known as an imposing and powerful figure, had a characteristic that few knew about: his obstinacy in working tirelessly, even when his body cried out for rest.

That day, the demon immersed himself in his usual tasks, focused and determined as always.

But something was about to change.

While he meticulously signed his papers, MC planned a surprise for the majestic demon. The human knew it was time to make Lucifer enjoy a moment of rest and pleasure. With that in mind, they had prepared a day off to Prince Diavolo's private beach, a place reserved only for the most intimate friends.

With sunglasses and a cap on, MC approached Lucifer with a mischievous smile, entering his study. "You deserve a rest, come on now" They announced, gently grabbing the demon's arm and leading him towards the prepared surprise.

Initially, Lucifer resisted, frowning at the sudden outburst. “What do you think you’re doing dragging me along like this? I have a lot to do.”

However, MC persisted with calm determination, reminding the demon that even the most powerful needed a moment to recharge. “Don’t you want a moment alone with me? You need to rest. I prepared a surprise…”

With a mixture of curiosity and reluctance, Lucifer finally relented, allowing MC to lead him.

As they reached the shore, the sun was bright over the dark waters of the hellish sea, creating a stunning and mesmerizing scene. MC unrolled a towel on the hot sand as Lucifer watched, initially perplexed and then slowly letting himself be carried away by the serene and relaxing environment.

“Come on, let’s lie down here.” The human said as they sat on the outstretched towel, calling him to snuggle into their arms. The demon of pride, normally so serious and focused, allowed himself to relax and enjoy the company and beauty of the moment.

He reclines, nestling against MC's chest, and allows his eyelids to flutter closed for a brief moment. The gentle breeze tousles his black hair, lending a carefree disarray to his locks, as he savors the comforting embrace enveloping him.

"Did you see? Isn’t it worth it?" The human asked while admiring the perfect features of his face, smiling slightly when they noticed the slight arch of his eyebrow.

“You know I can’t afford to do that often.” He responded in his thick, intimidating voice, his eyes opening to stare into theirs.

Ah… What a beautiful pair of eyes…

His black iris with slight red details stood out in the sunlight, leaving anyone entranced by such perfection. So was this what the used heaven's favorite angel looked like?

While enjoying the gentle breeze and the sound of waves gently crashing, MC and Lucifer immersed themselves in an intimate and heartfelt conversation. As they discussed everyday matters, he occasionally raised his arm and reached for MC's face, his fingers gently gliding across the soft skin of his companion's cheek. Lucifer's touch was firm and sure, but also filled with a tenderness that few had the chance to witness.

"Lucifer. I really want to tell you something.” MC said a little nervously, waiting for the demon to sit down again.

"What is it? You seem agitated.” He asked worriedly, now facing them.

"I… I love you." Their words quiver on their lips, betraying the underlying uncertainty that accompanies the admission of such profound emotions.

Initially, the Avatar of Pride chose silence. His eyes expressed emotions that his words couldn't capture. He approached MC and, without a word, lay down on the human's body, his strong arms wrapped around MC's waist in a safe and warm hug. Slowly, his lips met the human's in a passionate kiss, full of tenderness and affection.

“I love you so much…” The human whispered between the kiss, returning the contact with the same intensity.

Lucifer looked up to meet MC's eyes, his own heart echoing in sync with the human's quickened rhythm. In his expression, there was no trace of surprise, only a deep serenity, as if he had long known the feelings that were now vocalized.

With a gentle smile curving his lips, Lucifer tightened his embrace around MC, as if seeking to convey through touch the love that words could never fully express. "And I love you, my darling," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

The two lovebirds, enveloped by the heat of love that consumed them, gave themselves completely on that special day. They kissed and exchanged hot caresses, each touch fueling the flame of desire that burned between them.

There was an electricity in the air, a palpable tension that enveloped them as their bodies yearned for more intimate contact, however, they decided to postpone exploring their sexual interactions to another time.

As the day came to an end, Lucifer realized that his resistance to rest had been unnecessary. He understood that even the most powerful beings needed to allow themselves moments of pleasure and relaxation.

When returning to Devildom, Lucifer carried with him precious memories of that day at the beach, and he would like to thank MC for opening his eyes.

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hiddenonyx · 16 days

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Obey Me! Cast Sleepwear Headcanons

Lucifer wears black silk pants and surprisingly doesn’t wear the matching shirt very often (he gets too hot). If he has to get up, he puts on a blue silk robe. He also has to wear glasses right after he wakes up because his eyes are old and needs to adjust before he puts in his contacts.

Mammon, if he’s not sleeping naked, he’s wearing grey sweatpants and going commando. Has no problem walking around w/out a shirt on. If he’s had a restless night, he’ll have some bedhead. Also technically needs glasses in the morning but would rather give up Goldie before admitting that and wearing some.

Levi prefers dark sweatpants and a fandom hoodie. Bro gets cold really easily and has a really bad bedhead. Also tends to have dark circles under his eyes.

Satan either wears nice silk pajamas that are cat-themed (of course) or light sweatpants and a T-shirt; it depends on how late he was up reading last night. He also needs glasses in the morning (he inherited someone’s bad eyes).

Asmo wears the most expensive and nice-feeling silk pajamas or sleeps naked (no in-between). Will not wear anything else - anything else will scratch his skin and irritate it and make it break out and-

Beel only wears sweatpants and a slightly dirty, loose tank top. Also, get really bad bedhead. Does not give a shit how he looks when gets up; food first, looks later.

Belphie prefers flannel pajamas, either in a plain or simple pattern. When he has to sleep by himself, he also adds a hoodie—the man low-key looks like he’s been camping. He always gets bedhead.

Of course, Diavolo wears the finest silk pants and no shirt—he’s already pretty warm; being under blankets just makes it worse. He also tends to get bad bedhead (it's kind of cute, though).

Barbatos prefers plain silk pajamas. He is also a glasses wearer, not that anyone but Diavolo and Luke knows. He gets up at 4:30 in the morning or something else ridiculous.

Simeon likes simple but cutely patterned pajamas. He’s a morning angel and gets up early nearly every day to make his housemates breakfast (Luke helps most of the time). Surprisingly, he doesn’t need glasses.

Luke wears either a cute onesie or simple-themed PJs (depending on the season and temperature). He is also a morning angel. Yet another bad bed hair club member.

Solomon exclusively wears dark sweatpants and maybe a T-shirt or tank top (probably not). He looks like death until he has coffee. He really needs glasses, or else he can’t see.

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natimiles · 2 months

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Always (Levi x reader)

Summary: Levi was accustomed to solitude, grappling with his fears alone. Not anymore.

Words: 798

Tags: hurt/comfort; Levi looking down at himself; cuddling; a little fluffy; newly dating; no pronouns specified for reader.

Notes: I just wanted to cuddle my sea serpent demon 🥹🤲🏻🤍

His room is always quiet when he’s sleeping, with only the aquarium buzzing in the background. His blue lights are always illuminating the floating jellyfish, giving them a haunting look. His bathtub is always full of blankets, comfortable enough for him and his Ruri pillow. His things are always smelling like the ocean, a scent that soothes and comforts him. And he is always alone there.

However, things are different this morning.

His nostrils catch a scent that isn’t the usual, but somehow does an even better job of keeping him calm. Stirring, he feels something holding him firmly. Frowning, he peeks one eye open and notices it’s definitely not his Ruri pillow he’s clutching. Blinking the sleep away, he looks down and catches sight of you.

He’s lying on his back, holding you while you’re almost on top of him, embracing him tightly. His tail is even wrapped around one of your legs. What the—

Memories suddenly flood his brain.

Oh.

Right.

You slept in his room with him, calming his anxiety and helping him… Again. He sighs, remembering the sorry excuse of a demon he was the night before. He rubs his hand over his face, both ashamed and sleepy, and tries to move.

“You won’t leave me here,” your soft voice rings around the bathtub. So low, but somehow so powerful.

“A-ah!” He jolts, accidentally holding you closer in his surprise. “Y-you’re awake!”

“Good morning,” you chuckle, lifting your head to lean your chin on his chest and look at his flustered face.

“Morning,” he mumbles.

You’re still intently looking at him, and he’s already embarrassed enough. He tries to bring his hand to his face, so he can hide as he always does, but you intercept it and lace your fingers together. He pouts and tries to avert your gaze by looking at his ceiling and the jellyfishes hanging there.

However, you won’t accept it. You shimmy your body up, bringing your face to the same level as his and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. He blushes harder and looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t hide from me,” you whisper. You bring your hands, still intertwined together, to your lips, placing a soft kiss there too. “You have no reason to hide. And don’t think poorly of yourself.”

Levi wants to disagree. He wants to argue and say he has lots of reasons to hide, that he doesn’t deserve you, that you should go and leave him alone already. You should stop wasting your time with a pathetic demon like him.

But then you use your linked hands to nudge his chin and make him look at you, and everything he’s always thought about himself slowly subsides.

You have such a loving expression on your face.

Your lips wear that beautiful smile he loves, one that reaches your eyes and makes them squint softly. Your cheek is marked from sleep; he can see the line his pajama shirt left on it — but it doesn’t look painful, and he could say you look even more beautiful.

You bring your linked hands to your lips again, and he sees your perfect nails, matching his own, painted in his colors by yourself when you did both his and yours last night in an attempt to distract him from the self-deprecating thoughts.

“I-I’ll try not to…” he mutters under his breath. You give him a look, and he fumbles with his words in the next second. “I-I… w-won’t… I won’t.”

“Good,” you smile. “I won’t let anyone look down on my lovely boyfriend, and that includes you.” You poke his chest teasingly.

“Alright,” he sighs, and he’s sure even his sigh sounds smitten right now.

Leaning down, you kiss his lips softly.

He emits a startled hum, widening his eyes. “W-w-warn me first!”

“I love you, Levi,” you whisper, and he swears he sees hearts in your eyes. “I’m gonna kiss you again.”

“I c-changed my mind, it’s worse when you warn me,” he stumbles on his words.

That makes you laugh heartily, and he doesn’t have much time to stare in awe at you because you’re kissing him again in the next second.

His room was always quiet when he was sleeping, now he has your steady breaths to listen to. His blue lights were always illuminating the floating jellyfishes, now they reflect into your beautiful, bright eyes. His bathtub was always full of blankets, comfortable enough for him and his Ruri pillow, now it has you and your warmth. His things were always smelling like the ocean, now they’re impregnated with your smell, one that works wonders to keep him grounded.

He was always alone there.

He isn’t anymore, and never will be again.

He will always have you now.

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obeymeswdwritings · 1 year

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Lucifer with an MC who is also the oldest child and is expected to take care of their siblings like he is? Idk I just think he'd find it refreshing to have somebody who understands his struggle

Of course!

Characters - Lucifer, brothers as appearance/mentioned

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Warnings- Swearing

Category- Headcanons, Ask reqs

Lucifer had to admit, it was rather amusing to see you automatically snap your head around as Mammon reached for a castle treasure. He knew, of course, about the fact that you had younger siblings, he did read your file before you arrived, but he hadn't expected you to have so many similarities to him.

His brothers didn’t seem to find it nearly as amusing, especially since your lectures were much more about personal disappointment. Which, surprisingly, seemed more effective.

It was about three months after your arrival that you actually had a conversation about it, after coming downstairs seemingly annoyed.

“Did something happen? You seem kind of mad.” Lucifer exhaled, relieved that someone else had brought it up. If Levi hadn’t brought it up, it almost certainly would’ve stewed and caused you ridiculous amounts of stress.

“It’s fine, my little siblings are just trying to bring me into their nonsense again. Even across realms, I can’t catch a break . . .”

“Anything bad?”

“Nah, which honestly makes it worse. It wouldn’t have been hard to handle it themselves, or ask a teacher or anything, but no. They just had to call me at two in the morning. It’s absolutely ridiculous!” Lucifer could certainly understand the sentiment, but as to how he could help . . .

“Why don’t you take today off? It wouldn’t do to have a human passing out in the middle of R.A.D, and you look like you would. Get some rest, I’ll have Mammon bring you assignments. Satan, you catch them up on any lessons.”

Lucifer stood up, picking up his bag and ignoring the shocked looks on everyone’s faces, including yours, as he left. A singular day of rest may not be enough to make up for the exhaustion, but perhaps he would talk to Barbatos about some of the tea common in the human realm. A familiar flavour could be quite relaxing, after all.

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smoft-demons · 2 months

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MC falls asleep on him

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Lucifer:

‘…?!’ Is what Lucifer is thinking as your head drops onto his shoulder.

You had cajoled him into doing some of his constant paperwork in a bigger chair for a change. So there’s room for you to sit next to him! You’re not even demanding his attention, or the spare time that he doesn’t have, you’re being very considerate, you just wanted sit next to him, that’s all, you had promised!

Lucifer caved, because he is very soft for his human—even though he’s loathe to look like it. You were in fact being considerate… so he had brought a stack of relatively low-importance papers out of his office, into the living room.

You were sitting on a couch together, him with his stack of administrative papers and you with a homework assignment. You finished yours quickly, so you ended up playing a game on your DDD as you lean against him.

He checks on you periodically out of the corner of his eye. He’s relaxed though—as relaxed as Lucifer gets. This is peaceful. Meditative, almost. He’s happy. All his brothers are elsewhere, his tasks are not too overwhelming, he gets to have a nice, calming afternoon sitting in companionable silence with his favourite housemate…

A sudden weight falling on him jolts him out of his trance. Your cheekbone thunks against his shoulder. He blinks. Processing.

In quick succession, his brain goes like ‘..?!’ then ‘it is mid-afternoon why are you sleeping’ and ‘have we been overworking our human?’ and ‘aww. MC really does trust me that much.’

He adjusts the way you’re situated so you’re more comfortable as he finishes up the last of his work. When he’s done, he takes a moment to just observe. To appreciate your trust in him. Also, to congratulate himself again for his part in the creation of the exchange program, because it brought you into his life.

(He tries to ignore the stubborn twinge of nostalgic heartache he feels as well. You’re reminding him so much of Belphie, from back when his relationship with him was good. He’d never admit it, but he misses having his babiest brother fall asleep on him like this.)

Lucifer gathers up his papers, then picks you up, being careful not to jostle you too much. Let no one ever say he doesn’t take good care of his human. He carries you to your room to put you to bed. Clearly you need the extra sleep. Or… well, he tries to. You’re holding onto him pretty insistently.

He expects himself to feel irritated, but… no. He can’t help but feel a little smug, actually. It’s cute, you’re cute, you don’t seem to want him to leave you. So… fine. He’ll oblige. For a short break.

(An hour or two later, you’ll wake up to the smells and sounds of dinner being prepared. You’re… not under your blanket? No, you’re covered by Lucifer’s ridiculously long coat. It’s warm, soft. It smells like him. In this moment, it’s impossible to miss how loved you are.)

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Mammon:

The first time this happened (in your room, watching movies without any of his brothers for once), Mammon was stunned. He had frozen up, stuttered some nonsense to no one in particular, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth as he realized he would wake you if he didn’t immediately chill out.

Now though? You’ve been in his life for a while. He’s your oldest friend here. Those movie nights had become a habit, even though it remained rare to have one with no one else joining in. So this has happened a lot, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t react so outwardly anymore, not unless one of his brothers show up to make fun of him.

If they try it, Mammon is rather aggressive about shushing them. At first, because he hated to be so obvious about how much he cares about you, but now that he’s a bit more used to it, it’s because he doesn’t want them to disturb you. He feels like he’s protecting you by keeping his brothers from waking you up. Sometimes, he’s the one who wakes you up by telling them to shut up just a bit too loudly, or silently gesturing for them to be quiet or go away a little too enthusiastically.

His brothers roast him even more for that. Poor thing.

Time and time again, you pass out on his shoulder. During a movie, mid relaxed hangouts with various groups of the brothers, in the rare times when hanging out solo with Mammon is a relaxing low-energy affair, while studying, during the lunch break at school, even in class sometimes. His heart warms, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feel of you conked out on his shoulder again. He doesn’t even mind if you snore.

Mammon is usually such a loud, high energy person. Neither you nor him finds anything wrong with that of course, it’s one of many lovable things about him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being able to just chill with you sometimes though. It’s nice.

Eventually, he gets familiar enough with this that he’s willing to move you around to get more comfortable. With time, he learns exactly what ways he can move you without disturbing you. So most of the time when you fall asleep on him, you wake up in some other position. Sitting in his lap, lying down with a sleeping Mammon wrapped around you, being carried to another room, propped up against his side in your next class, being hugged like a teddy bear in his room, etc etc.

He never questions why you’re tired. He just lets you pass out on him. He wants you to be in the best possible condition, and he will happily take all the time with you he can get. He takes this to mean that you also want all the time with him that you can get, that you would rather stay with him than go to bed when you’re tired because you would rather not be separated from him. Just like how he feels about you. Why else would he be in your room as often as he is?

You trusting him enough to sleep on him all the time makes him feel like he’s being a good guardian demon, like he’s as precious to you as you are to him.

He’s a fan of all the free cuddles he gets out of this, too.

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Levi:

You’re in Levi’s room with him, set up very comfortably as you’re marathoning an anime together. You’ve been at it for hours though, you’re already a bit sleep deprived, and you’ve seen this one a few times already. You can’t stop yourself from nodding off. Your head drops onto his shoulder.

Levi freaks out.

“afgshrjdxssh—WH-!” He flails. You immediately snap awake again. “You—uhh-!” He shoves you away in a panic, then immediately changes his mind, pulling you back in, then freezes for a moment before letting go of you to flap his hands frantically. “Nonono stay—wait no, you don’t want to—I mean, you don’t have to—I mean, get o—uhh! Um! I mean! S-stay if you want, but I don’t care if you don’t want to—!”

You blink slowly at him a couple times. Trying to parse his contradictory sputtering. You’re tired, you’re not working at full brain power. You figure he means something along the lines of: ‘ooo I’m Levi, I have bad self esteem and I can’t believe you want to touch me, but I want you to, but I can’t say that because I cope with feeling unlovable by acting all tsundere because that way I feel less pathetic, love you though!’

You know. Standard Levi stuff. You love him so much—and you’d be very happy if he started therapy.

For now though, you just grab his arm and pull him closer to you again. You bury your face in his shoulder. This time, it’s unmistakably a deliberate move. Wordlessly telling him that you do in fact love him enough to want to touch him.

It’s like his body just took a screenshot! He keysmashes out loud.

Slowly, he calms down. He puts one hesitant arm around you. You don’t move. He can’t tell if you’re already asleep again or just pretending to be, but either way you seem to be comfortable.

Soon enough, he finds himself smiling like an absolute dork. This… is actually very effective reassurance. He feels all warm and fuzzy and loved. He likes holding you.

It’s reminding him of TSL fluff fics he’s read where absolutely nothing happens except Henry and the Lord of Shadows cuddle. A way for him to experience affection vicariously through a character he relates to and a character he loves, when he really wants hugs himself but can’t have any.

He squeezes you softly as his heart warms. He squishes his cheek against the side of your head.

“I love my Henry..!” Levi mumbles to himself, under his breath. He has no way of knowing if you heard that, which is why he said it out loud. It’ll be a while until he gets the nerve to say it when he knows you can hear.

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Satan:

He is HONOURED, he is OVERJOYED, he is MELTING, he is… very carefully remaining perfectly chill.

It’s the same type of happiness as when a cat decides to sit on you out of nowhere. He’s been chosen!

He is SO happy you trust him so much!

He had been reading, as usual. You had been sitting next to him, as usual. You had gotten tired, and without a moment of hesitation you had buried your face in his shoulder and fallen asleep.

He carefully contains all the joy this gives him, so he doesn’t disturb you. He wraps an arm around you, plants a soft kiss on your head, and goes right back to reading.

If you sleep fitfully, he’ll stroke your hair to soothe you.

When you wake up, he’ll ask if you had a nice nap. He won’t make any moves to make you get off him. If you choose to anyway, he won’t react outwardly, because he doesn’t want to discourage you falling asleep on him again. He wants this to happen lots more! So he’ll just smile at you and go back to his book.

But if you don’t choose to leave, he’ll shift you entirely into his lap to make you both more comfortable. He can hug you properly like this. If he’s sure you’ll be comfortable with it, he’ll kiss your forehead before going back to his book. He’s very happy to keep you there.

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Asmo:

Predictably, Asmo’s gonna take ALL the pictures of this!

A few in which he doesn’t look at the camera, as if they were candid shots. Some where he’s posing cutely, a couple where he’s kissing your head, a bunch of various angles of your sleeping face. What can he say, he thinks the way your cheek squishes against his collarbone is just precious.

A bit less predictably, he posts none on devilgram. No, these are just for him.

…maybe the best ones are for the group chat. He’s gotta show off his cute human to someone, it may as well be to his brothers. They’ll appreciate you properly. He’ll share after you’ve woken up, though. He doesn’t want anyone barging in to disturb you.

He’ll share the pictures with you as well if you ask, of course! What he will NOT do, however, is risk you deleting them! He’ll back them up first. He’ll store them in a hidden album if you’re shy about them, but he’s not deleting them!

Well, unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable. Then, okay fine. But please let him keep at least one? You’re so cute!

He’ll be more affectionate over the following days. Trying to be next to you all the time, inviting you to his room at every opportunity, pulling you to sit next to him. All because he hopes you’ll fall asleep on him again. Or just lean on him like that, and let him cuddle you. Please, he’d be SO happy!

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Beel:

Beel is so used to this behaviour. Belphie falls asleep on him all the time. He’d be the most chill about it.

As if it’s routine, he’ll secure you in your position with his arm, so you can’t fall and get hurt. He’ll rub your back and hum softly to you to help you relax if you don’t seem to be sleeping well. Beel is warm and soft and big and comfy, like the giant teddy bear he is at heart. He’s considerate and gentle. He’s always really sweet to you, and that doesn’t change one bit even when you’re unconscious.

When he inevitably gets too hungry to stay where he is, he’ll just take you to the kitchen with him. It’s no problem, he does this with Belphie all the time. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, Beel can carry you easily. He thinks nothing of it.

He can cook one handed too if he needs to. He’s got practice—also because of Belphie. He’s chilling, he’s comfortable, there’s nothing unusual about this at all to him.

If the kitchen noises wake you up, he’ll apologize and share his food with you. He’ll tell you outright that he’s happy to let you use him as a pillow whenever you want.

(Also, he makes a mental note to drop you off with Belphie instead of bringing you along to the kitchen and risking waking you up again next time)

If it doesn’t wake you up, no problem! That’s what he expected. He just carries you around as he does what he needs to do around the house. He’ll put you to bed properly if he needs to go outside of course, but otherwise he’s bringing you with him.

When you wake up, he’ll put you down if you somehow indicate that’s what you want. If you don’t though, he just… won’t. He likes holding you. He’d do it so often if he thought you’d like him to.

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Belphie:

…Welp. The table has turned, hasn’t it.

People don’t fall asleep on Belphie while he’s awake too often! He’s not usually conscious to experience this! He likes it though. He thinks you’re being so cute.

9 times out of 10, Belphie will take this as his cue to cuddle up to you and join you in sleep. He can always be tempted into a nap. He’d make sure this the comfiest, nicest, most restful nap you’ve ever taken. He’d make sure you feel so safe and loved. You will NOT be disturbed on his watch.

On the rare tenth time, when Belphie isn’t tired, he might whine about being trapped. When one of his brothers points out that he can move you very easily, he glares at them. He maintains that it’s illegal to move when you’ve been chosen as someone’s pillow. When it’s pointed out that he’s perfectly capable of waking you if he really wants to get up, he looks affronted. He would NOT do that, he says. Do they think he’s completely heartless, he asks.

Well. He wouldn’t do that unless he’s feeling particularly bratty. He’d totally do it to any of his brothers… but he’s soft with you. He loves you. Be so for real, do you think he’d really ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle you? No way. He can go shopping later.

He won’t tell you that though. He’ll bitch about it to your face, complaining until you agree to go shopping with him next time, all the while refusing to let go of you.

He already was not hesitating to fall asleep on you, but he somehow gets more shameless and constant about it. Since you’re doing it too, it’s your thing now. You’d be a hypocrite to complain now.

Yeah, he couldn’t be happier about this. Please sleep on him all the time. Enable him even more! He’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

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