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daytaker · 2 months

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1. Apology

(Existing Sucks So) Let's All Be Shadows.

A Satan-centric Nightbringer Timeline Fic (Read on AO3)

Chapter Starring: MC, Satan, Lucifer Chapter Word Count: ~2,000 Chapter Warnings: Canon-typical violence

"Never play around with my body again."

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One of the first things I did when I was thrown back in time was knock a rampaging Satan unconscious. It’s been a while since then, and I’m still not entirely sure whether or not I feel guilty about it.

It stopped him from hurting anybody, and I don’t regret that, but… I guess it gnaws at my sense of fair play a bit. He had no idea what was coming. Besides, you don’t get a second chance at first impressions, and I had made a stinker of a first impression on Satan.

Regardless, what’s done is done, so during my first walk through the Devildom with the brothers in this new era, Beelzebub marched with an unconscious Satan slung unceremoniously over his shoulder.

I remember getting a decent look at him as he dangled there, bouncing gently off Beel’s back. It’s always night in the Devildom, so the artificial street lights there are second to none, but they still cast an eerie pall over his face, and the contours of his face formed shadows that were unusually sharp and unhealthy-looking. He was grinding his teeth just about the whole time too, and even unconscious, his hands were balled into fists. I tried to remember if the Satan back when I'm from did either of those things. I didn’t think so.

Of course, I wasn’t thinking too hard about any of that as I walked to the House of Lamentation with Diavolo and the boys. I was mostly preoccupied with my sudden and unexpected displacement in time. I was relieved when I met up with Solomon at the gates to the manor. We discussed my situation, and I spent the next few days trying to come to terms with what had happened to me, all while Diavolo impulsively and zealously recruited me to help found his shiny new academy.

So when I entered the House of Lamentation a few days later and felt a pair of eyes boring into me, and when I looked and saw Satan for the first time since the incident, the fact that I'd recently delivered him a psychic slam so hard that he lost consciousness didn't even register. He stood on the stairs above me in the entryway wearing a grim, tight-lipped expression, his tail curled around his right leg, and his eyes had never looked more cat-like.

“Good morning,” I called out to him after an awkward silence.

“Don’t you have something you want to say to me?” Satan folded his arms, tapping his finger on his bicep impatiently.

I stared stupidly at him for a few seconds, completely mystified.

“Do I?”

That seemed to annoy him. I could feel chilly energy begin to swirl around him as he leaned over the bannister, gripping it with white knuckles.

“How stupid are you?” he growled. “After what you did, that’s all you can think to say? ‘Do I?’ Is this how most demons operate?”

I wasn’t making much headway, still blinking at him like a dying fish, when Lucifer emerged from the dining room, tailed by Asmodeus. He glanced at me, looked up at Satan, seemed to read the situation instantly, and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Satan has, rather immaturely in my opinion, been waiting for an apology for the incident the other day at the new academy,” he explained, crossing his arms and casting an annoyed look at his brother. “Apparently he hasn’t yet realized how ineffective passive aggression is when the other party isn’t there to witness it.”

“Isn’t it so much better than aggressive aggression, though?” Asmo put in. He beamed warmly at Satan, who balked irritably under such an adoring (or maybe condescending) gaze. “Satan’s getting better at managing his temper, I can tell!” He turned to me, wearing a heart-stoppingly earnest smile. “We’re so proud of him!”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” barked Satan. That chilly energy around him was growing stronger, and I could tell from the sudden discomfort on Asmo’s face and the exhaustion on Lucifer’s that his darkening mood wasn’t lost on them.

I took a step toward the stairs.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get hit so hard.”

“But I was.”

“...But you were,” I conceded a little sheepishly. “...Are you feeling alright now?”

What followed was an uncomfortably long silence. Lucifer rubbed his temples, Asmo rocked forward and back, hands clasped behind him, and Satan stared at me with an inscrutable expression and narrowed eyes.

“...Somewhat,” he finally admitted, looking down peevishly. “So I’ll accept your apology conditionally.”

Conditionally? I hadn’t been counting on that. I could feel sweat beading on my forehead. “What’s the condition…?”

“Never play around with my body again.”

Predictably, Asmodeus gasped. “Are you sure you won’t end up regretting that, Satan? I mean, if we’re really going to have such a cutie around all the time, you never know–”

“I think I do know,” snapped Satan. “Not all of us think like you do, you pervert.”

Asmo gasped again, and Lucifer sighed, wisely turning on his heel and heading further into the house before he could get drawn into things.

“I accept your condition,” I said, hoping to interrupt the rising conflict.

“I can’t believe you’d call your adorable little brother a pervert!” Asmodeus whined, crushing those hopes.

“You’re not my brother, but you are a pervert.” Brushing Asmo aside with that remark, Satan stared moodily down at me and nodded, acknowledging my reply. “Good. Then we shouldn’t have any more problems.”

“I have a problem!” insisted Asmo, who would not be silenced.

“I’m well aware,” Satan said dryly.

Ever persistent, Asmodeus crossed his arms and jutted his chin out defiantly in Satan’s direction. “I have a problem with all the awful things you say about me! And not just me, though it’s certainly most unacceptable when I’m the target. But you’re too hard on the others too!”

Satan didn’t say anything, but his expression darkened. Asmo continued.

“I know you get angry easily, but that’s no excuse–!”

“You think I need an excuse to put you in your place?” The crackling of dark energy around Satan was becoming more and more physical. “You think I give a single damn if I hurt your feelings? I’m not your brother, and I’m not going to treat you like you’re my brother, and if you’re a pathetic loser or a pervert, I’ll tell you so!” He pointed directly at Asmodeus. “You are a pathetic loser and a pervert!”

Announcing his arrival with a dramatic sigh and all the bravado he could muster, Mammon strode into the front hall, his hands on his hips. “Alright, alright, quiet down! Big Bro is here. What’s the problem?”

“Oh, you want in on this?” Satan shouted down at Mammon. He was back to gripping the bannister like a vice and leaning over the edge. “You’re shallow, self-centered, and so stupid and pathetic that I’m ashamed to be associated with you!”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Mammon lifted his hands, clearly thrown off-guard by the sudden barrage of insults. “Take it easy! What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you dare condescend to me!” He scowled darkly at Mammon. “Don’t treat me like I’m your little brother!”

Mammon sighed, shook his head, and turned to me to offer up an explanation. “He’s goin’ through a phase lately. He’s always goin’, ‘You’re not my brothers!’ and ‘Say that again, I dare ya!’”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not around!” Satan bellowed for the second time. Granted, Mammon hadn’t been there to hear his first warning, but that didn’t do anything to ease Satan’s growing rage.

“He called me a pervert,” Asmo told Mammon, ignoring Satan’s outburst.

“Oi, Satan,” Mammon groaned. “You know he doesn’t like it when people point that out! Just let him be!”

“It isn’t true!” Asmodeus argued, and he turned to me. “It isn’t true.”

“Okay,” I said with a nod. Just agreeing seemed to be the safest way ahead.

“You’re both delusional,” Satan snapped, vaulting over the bannister and landing like a cat on the ground in front of us. “Nothing is more pathetic than someone who won’t even admit what they really are.” He turned his gaze to me, and I was just starting to wonder if he was going to tear me a new one when the clacking of Lucifer’s shoes sounded on the floor behind me.

“I shouldn’t have bothered walking away,” he said with the air of a man who suffers fools for the greater good. “This will stop. Now.”

“You,” snarled Satan. He spat the word out like it was poison on his tongue. “You’re worse than any of them.”

“Satan, I would advise you not to provoke me,” Lucifer said with a chilly calm.

“You try to keep us all under control because you know this is all your fault,” Satan seethed. He almost looked like he might start laughing.

“Oi, oi, you're at this again?” Mammon groaned. “We’re adults, y'know? We’re responsible for ourselves!”

I looked between the brothers, feeling just a little bit out of the loop. What was Lucifer's fault? The Great Celestial War? Their less-than-ideal social standing in the Devildom? Something else entirely? Whatever it was, it seemed like the brothers didn't need any clarification.

“Let it go, Mammon,” Lucifer murmured. He continued to stare down Satan with all the cold exasperation of a disappointed father.

“It’s all your fault! Everything!” Satan stalked towards Lucifer, spittle flying from his mouth with the intensity of his words, a corpse-like emptiness in his eyes. “You arrogant, self-righteous, clinging, cowardly failure! You ruined your brothers and got your sister killed! I should do us all a favor! I should kill you!”

“Enough!”

There was a crack throughout the hall as if thunder struck indoors, and my hands flew to my ears, though it was already too late. Asmo shrieked, and Mammon shouted, inadvertently gripping him in a tight embrace. Even Satan looked startled enough to be snapped from his wrathful fugue. Now he was suspended in midair by coils of invisible chains, binding his arms tightly to his body and his legs together.

“Let me go!” he demanded, squirming futilely against his restraints. “Let me go! I’ll kill all of you! I’ll grind this whole world into powder! How dare you!”

“I’ll do nothing of the sort,” Lucifer said calmly, dusting off his collar. “I can’t allow you to simply run roughshod through this house threatening to destroy worlds and kill people.”

Meanwhile, after extracting himself from Mammon’s grip, Asmodeus went right ahead and threw his arms around me, as if Mammon had made him realize that this was the perfect opportunity to get handsy.

“Gyah~! Lucifer and Satan are so scary, aren't they?” he whined, petting my hair. “There, there, little one. Asmo is here.”

“Would you knock that off? You’re gonna make me puke.” Mammon sighed a little too nonchalantly and started walking down the hall, away from the entire situation. “Anyway, come on, Attendant. Let’s get outta here.”

“Have you seen my bathroom yet?” asked Asmo, letting go of me and prancing after Mammon. “I have–”

“Ya got your own jacuzzi, yeah, you’ve gold us,” Mammon snapped.

I hesitated and took one last look at Lucifer and Satan. Lucifer seemed tired and frustrated… Maybe even a bit sad. And Satan still looked like he wanted to kill him.

“Hey, hurry up!” Mammon called from down the hall. “You’re gonna get vaporized if you stick around there!”

He made a good point. So I backed out of the entryway before turning tail and hurrying after the others.

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the-real-fic-blog · 1 year

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Complaints

Pair: Satan (OM) x Reader

Type: Fluff

Warning: People who hate pineapple

Word Count: 550+

“You alright back there?” He asked, looking at the rear view mirror at you. You’re a bit nervous about him driving with all smiles, eyes basically closed as he looks at the road. Satan, Avatar of Wrath, Boyfriend of you for about 2 short years. These are all statements. While he’s all smiles, you frown. You expected something different since you both were alone.

“Terrible. I’m cold.” You let out a small hmp sound, watching the droplets of water start from the top of the window and merge with others until they gather at the very edge of it. You rest your chin on your palm. “And I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.” He chuckles shortly, “We’re almost there anyway.”

“You didn’t tell me where we were going. For all I know, you could be leading me to my death.” You quirk your eyebrow.

He scoffs, “You wouldn’t go down without screaming. The whole world would hear you. I’d have no chance.” He shrugs.

“Pull overrrrr.” You whine.

“Why? So you have time to plan my death before I plan yours? Ah, that’s a good idea actually.” He hums, “I might’ve already read a book like that before.”

“Satannnnn.” You say louder.

He rolls his eyes and pulls over like you want. “Yes?”

“Come here.” You mumble, crossing your arms.

With no more questions, he unbuckles his seatbelt and comes over to the back where you sit. You told him previously that you wanted to sit in the back just in case you fell asleep because he told you before that it would be a long road trip. Although, you admit that you enjoyed the sleep that you got that you could never have at the Devildom. Before you can move over to give him some room, he pulls you in. He knew exactly what you wanted when you asked him to pull over. You, snuggled into the warmth of his body with his hand around your hips to make you feel secure. You simply melt into his touch when he does this.

“I brought this spell book that can make a random food appear once you touch it.” He says, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“Why random?” You ask.

He scoffs and presses a kiss to your forehead, “I like the surprise.”

Once he gets the book in his hand, the fruit that appears is...sliced pineapple.

He smirks, knowing how you dislike the fruit. “Since you’re so hungry...” His eyebrows raise.

“You gotta eat it first.” You say, your voice muffled from your face being stuffed into the warmth of his coat.

His nose wrinkles, “I’m...good.”

You tap his chest, “You have toooooo.” You look up at him. “The pact.”

“I...” He hesitates. “I don’t know. If you don’t like it, I don’t think I’d-“

“You haven’t even tried it before.” You point out, cutting him off. Before he can over think it even more, you peck at his lips. When you pull away as quick as you were there, he looks like his mind went blank.

With a groan of defeat:

“I hate the way you own me.” And he pops a piece in his mouth.

“You love me.” You grin, watching him chew slowly and then he looks back at you, eyes gone soft as he swallows:

“I do.”

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loveydovey-leviathan · 2 years

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> reposted from my personal blog: @mee-op

.satan x gn! reader.

best friend!satan who comes to you when he wants to talk about a new book he just read. he'll go on and on for hours about various topics; the hidden message in poetry or how interesting the anatomy of a phoenix really is. by the end of it he's slightly out of breath and a little flustered from how much he's been talking, but he always thanks you for listening to him even though it's what best friends do.

best friend!satan who's more like levi than he'd like to admit, he just knows how to hold himself back around people. but he's glad that he's finally found someone who can listen to him rant without judgement, even if you sometimes don't know what he's talking about.

best friend!satan who's used to asmo coming to him whenever he has something to whine about (which is a lot). satan likes to say it annoys him but you know he enjoys listening to asmo talk (most of the time), and he enjoys listening to you talk as well.

best friend!satan whose favourite pastime is reading by the fire in the common room, burning the midnight candle when nobody's around but he's found that he enjoys his silent trips more when you're around.

best friend!satan whose eternally grateful to have you in his life. it's usually when he's feeling particularly sentimental, but he tells you how much you mean to him. his speech of gratitude always ends up with him turning red for admitting all of this to you-- he's never had someone he could open up to like this.

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zephyrchama · 2 months

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Do you think demons crack their joints?

It was a lazy, rainy evening in the Devildom. An oddly calm one. The residents of the House of Lamentation were gathered in the living room, mainly because that's where you were.

Beelzebub and Mammon were snacking and watching Leviathan play his handheld game. Asmodeus was browsing a magazine, Satan was browsing a book, and Lucifer was texting with Barbatos.

Belphegor had been dozing off on your shoulder for a while. It was hard to move under the demon's weight. You had been stuck in the same pose browsing your D.D.D. until he finally shifted, leaning back into the couch. You seized the opportunity to roll your shoulders and take a much needed stretch.

You lifted your arms. It felt great. Crack.

"What was that?" Satan asked, glancing up from his book.

"Beel probably sat on a chip," Mammon said. Levi snorted, too busy to take his eyes off the game but in agreement with Mammon for once.

"It wasn't me." Beelzebub stood up to prove his innocence, revealing no food under him.

"It was me," you said. "Just my back."

"Hon, what?" "Your what?" Asmodeus and Lucifer spoke at the same time, and both gave you a concerned look.

"My back? I just cracked it."

The demons sprung out of their seats like you had just cursed them. Levi's game system fell to the carpet. Since he was already standing, Beelzebub strode over and pulled the back of your shirt up, asking "does it hurt?"

Startled, you pulled the front of your shirt down for modesty. "Woah, hello? Excuse me? Uh, what?"

While everyone gathered to stare at your back, Belphegor was stirred awake. "What's going on?"

He went to lean on your shoulder again, but Mammon swatted him away. "Hey! Can't ya see they're injured?" he growled. Belphegor huffed at him, deciding instead to help hold your shirt up.

"Poor thing!" Asmo cooed. With one hand he grabbed your wrist, and with the other he made a peace sign. "Look at me, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"I'm fine. Everybody just chill." Despite your insistence, the panic had already set in and nobody was listening to you.

Leviathan was shaking. "T-that's not good, right? Humans aren't supposed to make those kind of sounds." He was covering his eyes with his hands squeamishly but peeking through his fingers to stare anyway. "A doctor! Are there any human doctors? Should we call Solomon?"

"Yes, somebody call Solomon," Lucifer commanded. "Where did the crack occur?" He started gently prodding around your spine, making you squirm.

Satan tried to bump Lucifer's hand away from you while placing himself in Lucifer's spot. "Can't you see they don't like that? You're making it worse."

"Deep breaths," Mammon instructed you, breathing deeply in and out. He seemed on the brink of hyperventilation himself.

Lucifer refused to budge, but Satan persisted. He was now also poking you. "The damage isn't visible yet, but there could be internal bleeding. You have to lay down."

Belphegor scooted over to make more room, despite your protest of "I'm not going to move, nothing is wrong."

Asmodeus managed to already get Solomon on the phone. You couldn't hear him over Asmo's worried shrieks but knew he had to be laughing. Solomon was not going to let you forget this incident.

Beel, Lucifer, and Satan moved to try and pick you up but enough was enough. "I said I'm fine!! Everybody stay!"

The seven went crashing to the floor, finally allowing you to cover up. "I am fine! I'm fine! See!" You stood up dramatically and grabbed Asmo's D.D.D. to apologize to a snickering Solomon.

The demons were annoyed and concerned as they tried to pick themselves up. "If you're so fine, then explain that noise," Satan said.

"Humans just do that from time to time."

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otomefoxystar · 2 years

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Moving Forward Chapter 3

Fandom : Obey me!

Pairing : Satan X Paisley (OC)

Warnings: None Fluff, cats and wonderwoman

Satan had rallied everyone together for movie night. They laid pillows and blankets all over the living room floor. Beelzebub made an obscene amount of popcorn, occasionally taking handfuls and stuffing them into his mouth. Finally, Paisley came out holding a DVD in her hand with a shy smile.

“What movie did you pick, sweetheart?” Asmodeus asked

“Wonder Woman,” she said meekly. Mammon grinned and took the DVD out of Paisley’s hand, and his eyes lit up. “Hey, she’s super hot! Is this a movie from the human world?!”

All the brothers gathered around Mammon, oogling the photo on the DVD. Paisley giggled at the boys’ reaction. She did love being around them. It brought up feelings in her that she had never felt before. “She is stunning, huh?” She looked at the cover longingly. “Totally!” Asmodeus elbowed Mammon. “What’s wrong with you, Mammon?! Girls are sensitive to that kind of thing…Idiot!”

“It’s fine, Asmo,” Paisley interjected. “No one is as beautiful and charming as you are, Paisley,” Asmo said, trying to make her feel better. “O-of course! “Mammon said looking regretful.

“It’s okay, Mammon.” Paisley said, “Even I think she’s gorgeous.”

Everyone gathered onto the floor, laying their heads on pillows and cuddling up in blankets, “Have you seen this before, Paisley?” Lucifer asked.

“Nope, I don’t get to see many movies, and I’ve always wanted to see this. She’s so strong and brave. I wish that someday I can be like that.” Satan bit his lip when she said that. What she didn’t realize, though, was that she was brave and strong. While watching the movie, Satan watched her lying next to Levi. They were both completely enamored by the movie for entirely different reasons, but it brought them closer. It’s given them a chance to bond; Strange how things can bring people together. They were both a bit awkward, one obsessed with anime and video games and the other trying to learn how to live with their pain.

Paisley watched on as Levi lay next to her. She wanted to be fearless like Wonder Woman and be able to take on the world. She knew she was too damaged to be able to do that, and she would always have fear in her life. She looked around the room, seeing the brothers lying together and snacking on popcorn. They all seemed so relaxed. Is this how a family should be? A movie night seemed so insignificant, so small, yet it’s what she always wanted. She never had this.

When the movie was over, Lucifer turned on the lights and began to clean up the living room. Everyone pitched in to help without being asked. Paisley did what she could to help but mainly stayed silent. When the clean-up was done, she said goodnight and hurried off to her room. She turned on the tv like she did every night because if it was too dark, it would remind her of her home...Home? Wasn’t that supposed to be a place where you felt loved and safe around people you love? Well, where she was from definitely was not home, but Devildom was the most homelike place she had ever felt.

There was a soft knock on her door. Satan stood there with a gentle smile on his face, “I wanted to check on you before I went to read.” She opened the door wider and motioned for him to come in. She sat on her bed and looked up at Satan. “Do you love your brothers?” She asked. “Of course, I do. I mean, maybe not Lucifer.” He laughed. “Kidding, I may not get along with him, but he’s still my brother, and I love him.” He sat next to her on her bed. “I’ve never done that before. Have a movie night like that.” He grinned and patted her knee. “Now you have!”

“Is that what it’s like to be loved? All of you seem so comfortable. It’s not like that with my family. We didn’t have movie nights. We didn’t eat together. I stayed in my room most of the time unless I was told to do chores.”

“Is that why you’re in your room a lot?” He asked,

“Probably, I can only take so much of being around a lot of people. It’s exhausting after a while.”

“Heh, you have that in common with Levi. You should talk to him about it sometime.” She looked down. “I don’t know if I can.” He titled his head. “That’s okay” he put his hands in his pockets. There was a momentary silence between them. “Are you going to sleep?” She nodded. “Yeah, I guess.” He looked at the tv. “Do you always sleep with the tv on?” “Yeah, I don’t like it being too dark.”

“Alright. Well, if you need anything, come find me or text me…Whatever works.” He smiled as he went to leave.

“Satan?” He stopped before he walked out of the room.

“Hm?”

“Thank you…You don’t have to do this, any of this, really. I’ve lived with it my whole life. I’m sorry I burdened you.” He shut the door and looked at her

“Paisley, I want to do it. I want to help you because I care about you. There is no burden. Stop worrying so much.”

“I can’t help it.” He gave her a sad smile.

“I know you can’t. Do… you want to go out?” She raised her eyebrow

“Right now?” The right side of his lip pulled upward in a smirk, and he held out his hand for her to take.

“Yes, I want to show you something.” She eyed him suspiciously.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re safe. Come on.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the bed.

Satan guided her down the corridor and opened the front door waiting for her to walk out before he shut the door behind them. “Where are we going?” Satan grinned, but it wasn’t a devious grin that he usually showed his brothers. It came from the heart.“You’ll love it” He dragged her through the town until he finally stopped at the side of a street. “Here, come sit on the ground with me.” Doing as he said, she sat next to him against the wall of a little nook. Then there it was the meowing of several cats. They purred and rubbed against Satan. “Cats?” He smiled and nodded his head. A cat came up to her, meowing and purring as it climbed into her lap and gave her a face bump. “She likes you. These cats only have each other, so I come here every night to feed them and give them attention; sometimes, I read.” She was amazed. She had never been around cats like this before. Not only that, but Satan was showing her a side of himself that she figured he didn’t offer many people.

“I’ve never had a pet, but something about cats just pulls me in.” As he pets the cats, he chuckled, “I knew you’d get it” For the first time, she saw Satan, not the scary avatar of wrath but a person. She looked at him curiously. “Say what’s on your mind.” Paisley shook her head and looked away, but Satan put his warm hand on her. “It’s okay, say it. I want to know.” Paisley swallowed. “I just don’t get it. How is it that you, the powerful avatar of wrath, are so gentle and kind?” He was taken aback, and his face heated up. Hoping she didn’t see him blushing, he cleared his throat. “Me? Kind and gentle? “She nodded her head. “You are with these cats,” she smiled, “and with me.” She said quietly. He was left in wonder. “No one has ever said that about me before.” She grasped his hand tightly. “I see you, Satan” He searched her eyes.

“I don’t know what it is, but there is something about you. You have a gift of seeing people for who they are. Are you use you aren’t a witch? Or maybe you’re actually a demon.” He laughed. “You’re amazing, Paisley” She blushed and shook her head. Satan picked up a cat as it purred. “I think so, and I’m sure these cats think so too. You need to learn to take a compliment.” She bit her lip. “I’ll work on it” Satan smiled “good because you deserve to be complimented.”

The town was starting to quiet down as the stores closed one by one. Satan cleared his throat. “Are you ready to go?” Satan said as he stood up. “Yeah,” she put a kitten down, and he put his hand out to help her up. “Thank you for sharing this with me, truly.” He gave her a slight nod. “It can be our secret spot. I come here when I need to calm down.”

When they got back to the house of lamentation, they made their way to her bedroom. “Um … Satan, Do you think you could stay? Just till I fall asleep.” She asked as they stood in the doorway to her room. “Whatever you need” He entered the threshold of her room, closing the door behind him. He turned around as she changed into her pajamas, but looking out the window, the reflection of her standing in nothing but her panties and a tank top caught his eye. Still, out of respect, he looked down.

After she climbed into bed, she scooted. “Satan, you can turn around now.” She motioned to the bed when he turned around. He sat on the bed next to her as she snuggled under the covers. “can you turn the lights off?” He turned the knob, turning off the light. “I want to thank you.” He looked at her in the dark. “Why? I haven’t done anything.” She scoffed, “You have though Satan. You’ve shown me a world I didn’t know existed. I mean, I knew it existed, but not in my life. I mean it, thank you, Satan.” Paisley’s eyes drew heavy, “You’re welcome.” He said quietly as Paisley drifted off. Satan went to move a piece of hair from her face while the side of his finger touched her soft cheek. “Sweet dreams,” he said as he closed the door holding the doorknob to not wake her up.

He walked down the hall to get a cup of tea before heading off to bed himself. When Asmo yelled his name.

“Satan?!” Jumping, Satan glared at him. “Why are you yelling at me?” Asmodeus got up with a big grin, “Are you sleeping with Paisley?” Satan inhaled deeply. “You’re annoying me, Asmo. Let it go; nothing is going on between us.” Asmo rubbed his chin deep in thought. “You both came out of your room together. Now you’re sneaking out of her room. There’s no way you aren’t sleeping with her.” Satan shrugged his shoulders. “If you mean sleeping by closing your eyes and dreaming, then yes, she fell asleep in my room, and just now we were talking, and she fell asleep.” Asmo crossed his arms, “So you aren’t having sex?” Satan grumbled, “No, Asmo; we aren’t having sex! We are friends, that is all. Now leave me alone before I lose my temper.” He put his hands up. “Okay, okay, I believe you.” He said walking away.

Chapter One Chapter Two

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cherries or peaches? ft. obey me! brothers

summary: do they prefer ass or boobs? ft. obey me! brothers x f!reader

cw: highly suggestive, mdni, fluff??, pet names (darling, sweetheart), fondling, groping, MY HUMOUR..

word count: 1.5k

a/n: sorry for some of them being so short, it was actually kind of challenging trying to elaborate on the ideas rather than just plainly stating them out as they are, but i hope u still enjoy them just as much as i enjoyed writing them ^^ also, don't mind my shitty humour in the last two + i haven’t written for most of these characters before so they might sound off idk??

at first, it was hard to tell whether lucifer preferred ass or boobs.

he would always reply to you with a, "i prefer them both, equally," or a, "why should i choose when i can like them both?"

it drove you crazy because you clearly asked him to choose either one or the other. he was always dodging the question and at some point, you even got the brothers in on this, some bets were made too.

"it's obvious he likes ass more, have you seen the way he looks at y/n when they're wearing that skirt he bought for them?"

"nah he totally like boobs more, he can't keep his eyes off ‘em whenever they're wearin' a tight shirt!"

soon you started to take these signs into account, wearing much more revealing things to try and catch a reaction out of him, but to your demise, he never seemed to crack.

after weeks of bet-making and skin-revealing lucifer had finally had enough. the two of you were both lying in bed, facing one another while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"y/n," he whispered.

"mhm?" you hummed in response.

"isn't it obvious i like these better?"

he pulled himself closer to you as his face buried against your chest. oh you thought. he had always found comfort sleeping against you like this, his head stuffed between your boobs while his arms wrapped around you tightly, that it became natural and you had almost forgot he did it.

"shit— you should've told me earlier! now we've all lost our bets to mammon!" you whined.

you could hear his muffled chuckles vibrate against your body as you wrapped your arms around his head, squeezing him closer.

mammon is 100% an ass-loving guy, no questions asked.

with mammon, no matter what you're doing, what you're wearing, where you are, or who you're with, he just loves touching you all the damn time.

whether you're walking through the halls of RAD to your next class or taking a stroll through the devildom while window shopping, he won't hesitate to sneak his hands up your skirt to feel your plump ass.

"mammon stop, we're in public!" you glare as you swat his hands away.

"’m sorry can't help it, just gotta have my hands all over ya!"

oh well, maybe next time he’d be lucky enough to sneak his hands further down your skirt and— who knows, you might just find yourself begging him for more.

and if it's just the two of you in your own company, you'll always find that his hands like to slip past the waistband of your panties just to lay onto your cheeks, rubbing and squeezing at the plump flesh. always smiling in delight as you squirm under his carnal touch.

as much as you like to complain, he always swears that "it's just comfortable!" or "my hands were just cold!"

there is no doubt in my mind that leviathan wouldn't be on team cherries.

he always lets you sit on his lap whenever he's grinding a video game or on an anime-watching marathon. a recent occurrence you've taken note of is that, almost as if it's a reflex, he'll always end up having a hand or two resting on your boobs, casually squeezing at it as if he owns the thing.

"you must be real comfortable there, levi." you teased, motioning to where his hand laid.

"huh— OH! um, I-I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" he shot his hands up in defense. "it's just really soft… and warm... I'm sorry y/n." his face was bright red.

"it's fine, i was just teasing you, silly!"

there was also a time where you scolded levi for owning one of those mouse pads where ruri-chan’s the characters boobs would be squishy.

in desperate need to make it up to you, he custom ordered a version with you on it, only because he swears out of all his waifus, you're his absolute favourite.

it was a rainy night, and in the comfort of the library beside a crackling fireplace, you were messing around on your d.d.d while satan was next to you, reading what you assumed to be a mystery book.

"hey satan?" you put your d.d.d down for a moment, turning to look at him.

"hm?" he hummed, while keeping his eyes glued to the page.

"do you prefer ass or boobs?"

he pauses to look up at you and closes his book, placing it beside him, all while sighing.

"what does it look like i prefer?" he deadpans.

you break his eye contact as you look down to see his left hand buried under your sweater, which was fondling with your boob this entire time.

"so... boobs?"

he replies while picking his book up again, "yes darling, don't ask such foolish questions."

asmo loves boobs. your boobs to be specific.

don't blame him, your boobs are just so pretty and he loves pretty things.

the way they sit when you're wearing a low-cut garment, or the way they shine when you're having a bubble bath together. he loves it all.

as you know, asmo loves pampering you and surprises you with random gifts whenever he finds something that he'd love to see you in.

one night as he's doing your hair after a bath, he suddenly remembers something and stands to walk to his closet.

"the other day when i was shopping at majolish, i found this super pretty bra i thought you'd look just gorgeous in!" he approaches you with a box wrapped neatly with a ribbon.

as you open the box, you set your eyes on a beautiful red laced bra.

"are you sure i'd look good in this?"

"you look perfect in everything sweetheart, you know i’d never lie about that."

he's always buying you pretty things to wear, and trust me when i say, this definitely isn’t the first bra he's ever gotten you.

beel could not care less about choosing between your ass or boobs. they're both squishy and feel nice in his hands so it didn't really matter to him. well, not until today.

getting up from the edge of the bed and turning your heel to face him, you asked, "did you know a new cafe opened up in the devildom recently?"

"really? what food do they sell there?" he asked, his eyes looked as if there were stars in them.

"well apparently their cakes are a specialty, they're pretty popular for it."

"cake?" he drooled, "i love cake! hey we should go to the cafe right now, i'm starving." he sat up from the edge of the bed, drooling like a puppy dog.

little did he know, you decided to be a little jokester today.

"oh you're starving right now? then here," you turn around, bending over.

"what are you doing y/n?"

you turn your head back to look at his confused expression, "you said you were starving right? the cake's right here," you pointed to your ass.

he stares at you for a moment. then at your ass. then back at you again.

"so there's no cafe, is there?" he wipes his drool away with the back of his hand.

"nope. but there sure is cake," you smile cheekily while shuffling closer.

he sighs while grabbing ahold of your thighs, dragging you just inches away from his lips, "you're lucky i like this kind of cake too."

as long as he can sleep on them, belphie will like them no matter what. so when it comes to choosing between your ass or boobs, it can be a hard decision just to choose one.

belphie's "sleepability" criteria is: soft, warm and comfortable; and your boobs and ass were equal competition.

he sighs, "if i have to choose one over the other, i'd rather sleep on your ass all day" his reasoning being because your ass has more of an "even surface" compared to your boobs.

if you're ever just lounging around the house of lamentation, on your stomach specifically, within seconds you'll feel belphie's arms wrap around your legs while he lays his head onto you.

its crazy how instantly he falls asleep on you. he'd stay like that forever if you didn't have to get up to pee or because your legs fall numb.

"c'mon belphie, i needa pee so bad!" you squirm.

"mmmphh," he grumbles, half-asleep, while hugging onto your legs even tighter.

"hurry up or i'll fart on your face!" you threaten him jokingly.

"OKAY, OKAY!" he shoots up from his position and is scrambling to the edge of the bed. you laugh in response because it works every time.

"and i was having a good dream too!" he scowled, while rubbing his left eye from sleep.

lmk if u guys want a part two ft. the datables!

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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When They Say "F*ck Lucifer" (& Think MC Takes It Literally) Headcanons | THE DEMON BROTHERS 2.6k words | NSFW | gn!Reader | Crack Treated Seriously Content warnings: Cursing, implied relationships, pet names, jealous/possessive behaviour, misunderstandings and poor communication, demon form mentioned (Satan), suggestive content.

BELPHEGOR

"Belphie, it's time for dinner!" Lucifer sent you to find him, and when he wasn't napping in your bed, you knew where to check next.

He mumbles something into his pillow and you can't make out the words, but you know he's listening. "It's the third night this week you've skipped eating dinner with the family. Come on, you know how Lucifer is."

Belphie turns his head towards you enough so that you can hear him more clearly. "Oh, fuck Lucifer." He rolls over and starts snoring again, and you stomp back down the attic stairs in frustration.

When you join the others for dinner, you jab your fork into your food with more force than necessary. You're halfway done your meal when Belphie suddenly plops down into the empty chair beside yours. He reaches for your free hand and leans against your shoulder.

"Belphie?" you ask him curiously, but he says nothing. He doesn't eat anything either. He tries to cuddle even closer to you instead, and he shoots glares at his older brother sitting at the head of the table.

It takes you longer to eat than normal with one of your hands firmly tucked in Belphie's grip. As soon as you finish your dinner, he pulls you away from the table and back up to the attic. He curls around you for the rest of the night like he's afraid you might disappear if he doesn't.

He doesn't skip any more meals for the rest of the week.

BEELZEBUB

You have one hand stretched out in front of you, pressed firmly against Beel's chest. The other is holding a container of sweets behind your back.

"No, you can't have these," you remind Beel for the hundredth time. "They're for tomorrow, remember?"

But Beel's only half-paying attention to you. His focus is latched onto the container in your hand, and if he wasn't worried about hurting you by accident, he'd simply take it from you.

"It's not fair," his low voice rumbles thickly, and there's drool leaking from the corner of his mouth now. "I'm starving!"

You shake your head and look around for something else to tempt Beel with instead. "Lucifer bought these for Diavolo, and we're taking them to the tea party tomorrow."

"Fuck Lucifer," Beel growls, and it's the loudest and angriest he's sounded yet. You both look startled by the outburst; your hand slips away from holding him back, and his jaw drops open when he realizes what he said to you.

You hold the container tightly against your chest. He could easily take it from you now, but he surprises you when he doesn't. His eyes are fixed solely on your face, as if the thing he wanted moments ago is completely irrelevant. He holds his arms out like he's trying to block you from leaving the kitchen.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I'll look for something else to eat, but please, don't go."

ASMODEUS

"Are you sure you should post that?" you ask, glancing over Asmo's shoulder as he types another inflammatory reply on Devilgram.

"Of course!" he exclaims. "You read their comment. ‘Pretentious and gaudy?’ MY clothing line?! No, I won’t stand for it.”

He’s typing quickly and you’re not exactly sure what his Devildom insult is supposed to mean, but you imagine it’s not very nice by the way Asmo cackles when he hits Send.

“I don’t want to be that person,” you start nervously while Asmo scrolls through the other comments on his post, “but maybe you should ignore them? All this back and forth is drawing a lot of negative attention to your Devilgram feed.”

Asmo pauses what he's doing and looks at you suspiciously. “Who told you that?”

You bite your lip and look away. “Lucifer asked me to talk to you about it.” When Asmo rolls his eyes, you throw your hands up. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? Aren’t you worried this little spat might impact your new launch?”

Asmo jabs his D.D.D. in your direction. “He’s only worried about drama if it involves someone close to Diavolo.” He runs his hand through his hair and looks down at his phone screen again. “Fuck him. If Lucifer cares that much, he can come talk to me himself.”

“Ugh!” You stand up with a huff and head towards the door. You tried to talk to him and it’s obvious he’s not going to listen. You hope Lucifer believes you later when you tell him you tried to get Asmo to see reason.

When you reach for the door handle, you’re surprised when Asmo suddenly blocks your way. Sometimes you forget how fast demons can move.

“I didn’t mean that,” he says seriously. His housecoat falls open slightly when he leans towards you, and his expression isn't angry but dead-serious.

“Didn’t mean what?” you ask confusedly.

“Fucking my brother. Don’t do it.” His hands grasp your shoulders and you can’t help but laugh.

“I wasn’t going to? I was going to go back to my room while you carry on with your…” you trail off, gesturing to his abandoned D.D.D. on the bed, “…little feud.”

He steers you back towards his bed. “If you want to relax, then I insist you stay here instead. My room is much more comfortable than yours. Besides, I just thought of something you can help me with.”

You sit on the edge of the bed and smile up at him. “Like apologizing to that poor demon lord you keep picking fights with?”

Asmo winks at you with a hint of a smirk, and he tugs at the belt holding his housecoat closed. “Maybe we can do that after.”

SATAN

Satan walks around the narrow pathways in his room, avoiding the fragile stacks of books that litter his floor. You sit on his bed and watch him anxiously, giving him the patience and time he needs to tell you what's bothering him. You're careful to give him space when he's in one of these moods; it was one of the stipulations you agreed to before he let you inside earlier.

"So, you were in the garden earlier with some of the stray cats, and Lucifer did...what, exactly?" You've been trying to piece together what happened between Satan and his brother earlier, but it's hard to make sense of his grumbled and disjointed complaints.

"He scared them away," Satan bites out angrily. "I wasn't even feeding them treats. I sprinkled some catnip for them. What's the problem with that?"

You know Lucifer complains about the stray cats that flock to the House of Lamentation if Satan feeds them when he's not supposed to. You know that Lucifer isn't a fan of cats in general. But, you also know that Lucifer wouldn't purposefully hurt any of the cats that make their way into the garden, and he's not usually this petty.

"Is it possible he thought you were feeding them? I don't think he would make such a big fuss if he knew you were only giving them catnip." Satan glances at you and you can tell he's not convinced by your explanation. "What if I go with you to talk to him?"

"Fuck him," Satan snarls as he keeps pacing in front of you, fists clenching open and closed at his sides.

Sigh. Maybe you can talk to Lucifer on your own. Things have been peaceful between them lately, and this is such a silly thing for them to be at odds over.

Satan watches you stand up from his bed with a defeated sigh. When you try to shuffle past him, he wraps his arms around you from behind and pulls you against his chest. There's a wave of warm energy around you, and you feel the familiar feathers of his true form against your back.

"You're not going to leave me to see him, are you?" his rough voice grates against your neck. "You should stay here."

"Tomorrow we're going to sort this out together," you tell him when you meet his gaze over your shoulder.

His hands on your hips tighten. "Fine. But tonight, you're mine."

LEVIATHAN

"I think there's something wrong with your Akuzon account."

Levi asked you to pre-order the Dogi Maji anniversary bundle on his tablet, but the Submit Order button is greyed out every time you try to purchase it for him.

"Huh?" Levi spins around at his desk. He was doing some dungeons with his guild and you've been waiting for him to finish so you could watch anime together.

You tap the screen a few more times and shrug. "I don't know, it won't let me order anything."

Levi opens the Akuzon site on his second monitor and he sputters when he realizes what the problem is. "Lucifer put parental controls on the account again! Why would he do that?"

Of course. You knew Lucifer was upset at Levi for what happened earlier this week, and somehow his threat of punishment completely slipped your mind. "Well, you did summon Lotan on the RAD campus again..." you offer hesitantly.

"That wasn't my fault!" Levi argues loudly. He wilts a bit under your skeptical stare. "Okay, it wasn't completely my fault. Mammon took my rare Ruri-chan capsule figurine and wouldn't give it back."

You rub the back of your neck. You want to be sympathetic, you really do, but you can't necessarily blame Lucifer for his reaction either - an entire floor of the building was unusable due to the flooding.

"You know how Lucifer is, he'll change it back in a few days and we can order the game then."

"But what if it sells out before then?!" he shouts in frustration. "Fuck Lucifer!"

Levi rarely raises his voice like this to you, and he deflates immediately after his little outburst. "Wait–wait–wait!" he stammers quickly, launching himself out of his computer chair and into the empty seat beside you on the sofa. He holds your hands in his and squeezes so tightly that you wince. "I didn't mean that," he says imploringly, and his eyes dart around your face like he's nervous you don't believe him.

You mistakenly assume he's trying to apologize for getting so angry, and you pull him into a hug. "I know," and he nods against your shoulder. "What if I go to Purgatory Hall and order the game using Solomon's account instead?"

Levi sniffles and practically drags you into his lap. "Maybe later," he mumbles against your chest, the game temporarily shoved aside so he can keep you to himself instead. "What do you want to watch first?"

MAMMON

You flick on the light switch in Mammon's room and glare at him in annoyance. You warned him last night not to stay too late at the casino, and here he is, sleeping well past his alarm. At some point he chucked his D.D.D. across the room and promptly went back to sleep.

Great, now you're both going to be late, but for some reason, Lucifer seems to think herding Mammon to class is your responsibility. Lover's perks, you guess sarcastically as you stomp over to where the Avatar of Greed is snoring under a pile of blankets. One of his feet is dangling over the edge of the bed, and if you had more time, maybe slow, torturous tickles would teach him a lesson. For now, you grab the edge of his blankets and rip them off him in one smooth motion.

His eyes are still closed while his hands search blindly for the blankets that are on the floor by your feet. He's only in his boxers so the sudden gust of cool air against his skin makes him shudder. You feel a bit of petty satisfaction as you kick the blankets away for good measure.

"'m tired, goin' back to sleep, babe," he mumbles sleepily.

Well, at least he knows it's you, even if he is half-asleep.

"We're going to be so late for class, and Lucifer's going to kill me. Or you. Or both of us!" You wonder why Lucifer would send you to wake up Mammon, when his own threats of dangling him from the ceiling would probably be more effective. You guess waking Mammon up is meant to be your punishment for choosing to be with him of all demons in the first place.

Mammon groans and rolls over so you can't see him, but you can tell he's half-buried in his pillow when he grumbles, "Fuck 'em."

You throw up your hands and spin on your heel. "Fine, be that way," you snap. Your mood's already sour, and Lucifer's pestering and Mammon being himself isn't helping.

You should have enough time to grab something to eat and make it to class on time if you leave now. What you don't expect is for Mammon to not only get out of bed, but to somehow make it to the doorway before you do.

Damn, he's fast.

He's panting heavily and his eyes are clear now, his razor-sharp focus trained on you. You bump into his bare chest because you don't expect him to block your path. You open your mouth to ask what he's doing, but he leans forward and gives you a sloppy kiss instead. There's something almost desperate in the way his hands cradle your jaw and he drags his lips away from your mouth and dusts your cheeks and brow with feathery-soft kisses too.

"'m sorry," he mumbles, pulling you against him in a tight hug, "Wait for me while I get ready, yeah? Just, don’t–don’t leave. I’ll make it up to ya later, promise.”

LUCIFER

Lucifer pauses outside your bedroom door when he realizes you're speaking to someone on the phone. His brothers are all studying in their rooms - or they should be, same as you. He wonders who could possibly be so interesting that you're ignoring your studies to talk to them instead.

He assumes it's Solomon or Simeon, and he can't decide which of those two options is worse. Not that he cares, of course.

Even through the door, he can hear you clearly. He feels the slightest sense of guilt when he recognizes the tired, sad tone in your voice. Some of his brothers failed the last set of exams, and perhaps he was too strict with you considering your own scores were satisfactory - excellent even, in some classes. He knows that you've been ignoring your extracurriculars and hobbies to focus on studying so you don't disappoint him like his siblings do.

He catches the tail-end of your conversation and decides it's definitely Solomon on the other line if you're being invited to human world outings.

"...yeah, I heard that movie is in theatres now too. I think it looks good, but I'm too busy with–look, maybe once exams are over we can go see it, okay? I think Satan might like to see it too...uh huh...alright, you too. G'night."

Silence follows, and before Lucifer can knock on your door, he hears you sigh and mutter quietly, "Ugh, these stupid exams. Fuck Lucifer."

Well, there's a thought, isn't it? He was going to offer to take you to Madam Scream's to pick up some of those cupcakes you like. He considers it for only a split second and decides he likes your idea even more. His lips curl into a feral smirk, and he knocks once before letting himself inside.

"Huh? Oh, hi, Lucifer. I'm just going to..." but your voice tapers off. Whatever you were going to say dies in your throat when he leans against your door and slides the lock into place.

"I missed you," he murmurs, a surprisingly honest (and to you, completely random) confession that causes your cheeks to darken slightly. You swallow thickly and stare when he brings his hand to his mouth and pulls his glove off with his fucking teeth. "I think you deserve a little reward for all your hard work, hm?"

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Obey Me: A Gift for You [Demon Brothers]

🕷 pairing: demon brothers x f. reader

🕷 summary: You're gifted a pair of panties from the Demon Brothers, so you wear them for him.

🕷 wc: 6.5k

🕷 warnings: pet names (darling, love, treasure, baby, kitten, kitty, hun, doll, cupcake, moon, little moon), degradation (slut, whore), jealousy, choking, fingering (f. receiving), impact play (spanking, cunt slapping), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), unprotected sex, food mention, making-out, the heels stay on, marking (biting, scratching), hair pulling, praise, masturbation, pillow humping, mention of smothering with a pillow, panties used as a gag, cum swallowing, collar with a bell, possessiveness, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, body worship, bondage with ribbon, objectification, use of a bullet vibrator, 69, handjob, implied food play,

🕷 a/n: this is strictly 18+ content as links lead to adult content!

🕷 date: April 17, 2024

Lucifer

“Barbatos said you needed help with some paperwork?” You ask as you enter Lucifer’s office. You hold a thick file under your arm as you walk forward.

“Is that so?” Lucifer asks, not bothering to look up from the stack of papers in front of him. He taps his monogrammed pen on the mahogany surface, biting his bottom lip as he finishes reading the paper and moves to the others.

“Yeah,” you click your tongue. “Barbs said I was distracting the Young Master.”

You roll your eyes before you set the file on the desk with a thump. You push it toward Lucifer before sitting on the edge of the desk; a habit he loves and hates.

“Your impression of Barbatos has gotten much better,” Lucifer sneers as he finally looks at you, his eyes roaming over your body.

Your thighs are splayed on his desk, clad in black thigh-high stockings held with a blue garter belt. The skirt you wear is nearly bunched at your hips and your black heels shine, reflecting the light in his office.

“I see why Barbatos labeled you as a distraction,” Lucifer smirks as he sets the file aside along with the rest of his work.

You shrug. “He was the one who said Dia needed me to grab the file. I don’t see why Barbatos couldn’t do it himself.”

“Best not to defy him, darling,” Lucifer says as he rises and steps between your thighs. His hands grip them as he pushes you back until you catch yourself on your elbows. You blink slowly as you look up at him, his black hair falls over his eyes and you lick your lips when you spot him staring at your blue panties.

“You were at the Demon Lord’s Castle in the panties I gifted you? Parading around like a little slut for everyone but me? Is that any way to thank me, love?” Lucifer's tone is low, and dangerous as he raises a dark brow in question.

You resist the urge to moan, shaking your head as you maintain eye contact.

“I didn’t want to go over there. I wore these for you, Luci.”

Lucifer hums as he considers your words, remaining silent as he takes a step back and pulls you off of his desk. You stumble, but he’s there to straighten you on your feet.

His nose presses to yours, his lips tantalizingly close. You want to kiss him, taste him but he spins you and you catch yourself with your palms.

“Lucifer!” You gasp in surprise.

Lucifer gets on his knees. His hands roam over your legs, fingers gripping the lace at the top of your stockings. He admires the blue panties you’re wearing.

His fingers fiddle with the bow above the little peekaboo window, his lips press kisses to the curve of your ass before he’s on his feet.

Slowly, Lucifer spreads your legs with one of his. His left-hand wraps around your throat as he bends you further while his other hand moves between your thighs.

“You wore these for me?” Lucifer asks he pushes your panties to the side and two of his fingers slip into your wet cunt. He growls, his hold on your throat tightening when you whimper. Your eyes shut, nearly panting as he fucks his fingers in and out of you before his thumb brushes your clit.

“Answer me, darling. It’s rude to keep me waiting,” he whispers as you drip all over his fingers and pant leg. You nod, moaning when he releases your throat to smack your ass.

“I did. I wanted you to see them on me,” you admit as he bunches your skirt at your hips as high as it will go with one hand while he removes the other from your cunt to suck his fingers clean.

“Tell me, love. Did Diavolo get a preview? How about Barbatos?” Lucifer asks, failing at hiding his jealousy.

“No! Never!” You exclaim as he moves back to admire your frame bent over his desk, wet and needy for his touch.

Lucifer palms his cock over his pants while he watches your legs shake unsteadily in your heels.

With ease, he unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down. He’s quick to push his boxers down his thighs and rip the buttons off his shirt.

If you’d been facing him, you’d be drooling over his delicious body, begging to lick every inch before he stuffs his fat cock down your throat until tears run down your cheeks.

However, today isn’t about you. It’s about those blue panties you’re wearing that hide very little of your ass. Which is why he had picked them out for you.

He couldn’t wait to fuck you on his bed. Your back to him while you rode his cock while wearing the stockings, panties, and garter belt.

The thought alone made his mouth water as he pumped himself a few times. You beg him to fuck you. Your thighs pressed together to try and distract you from the throbbing between them.

Lucifer smacks the back of your thigh, getting you to spread them open before he presses the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Lucifer!” You moan as he slides home, his hand on your hip and the other pressing his fingers to your lips.

“We must be quiet, darling. We aren’t the only ones in the House of Lamentation tonight.”

Mammon

Mammon had a busy day. Levi was on his ass about paying him back, so Mammon had to do a last-minute photoshoot just to give a payment to him. He’d have to do a few more in the next few weeks to finish paying Levi off but then he’d be free to borrow from him again.

Goldie was taken again by Lucifer, so Mammon’s next goal was freeing his sweetie.

Groaning, Mammon takes his jacket off as he enters his bedroom. He had a shower at the set and was ready to get in his pajamas and climb into bed.

Sighing, Mammon takes his shirt off, tossing it onto the couch beside his jacket.

What he doesn’t expect to see is you bent over his pool table as you try to sink the eight ball.

Mammon freezes in his spot. He’s not sure if you’ve heard him and he doesn’t want to startle you as you lean over further. If you notice your skirt hiking up further, you don’t make a move to correct it as you move the pool cue.

Silently, Mammon eyes you hungrily. He spots the yellow panties he gifted you on your last date from beneath your black skirt. He wears matching boxers under his jeans.

The ruffles on the edges make him gulp as you curse when you slip, your breasts pressed on the table as you balance yourself on one high-heeled foot.

Nearly drooling, Mammon watches as you finally sink the last ball and stand on both feet.

“Hell yeah!” You cheer as you place the pool cue on the table.

“Been here long, Treasure?” Mammon asks as he leans against the table.

“Oh!” You giggle as you walk toward him.

“I was waiting for you. Levi said you had a job.”

Mammon rolls his eyes. “Just like him to tell ya my business.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” you frown as you pull him into a hug. He smiles as he breathes you in, his face buried in your neck while you rub his broad shoulders. “I missed you and you weren’t answering.”

“It was a busy shoot. I barely had time to have lunch before I needed to get back on set,” Mammon explains as he grabs your hips.

“I’m glad you’re back. I’ve got you all to myself for the rest of the night,” you grin as you press your lips to his. Mammon moans against your lips, his large hands moving lower and beneath your skirt to grab your ass.

“Mammon!” You groan as he nips your bottom lip, sucking it before he releases it. His fingers toy with the edges of your panties before he moves his hand to the front.

“What? I just want to feel your heart,” he smirks as he traces the heart on the front of your panties.

His hand moves lower, feeling the wet spot on your panties before his lithe fingers push the material aside.

“Fuck, Treasure. You’re always so wet for me, huh?” Mammon groans as he feels your wet cunt, his fingers easily slipping inside. You grip his shoulders, your heels making you teeter.

“I’ve got you, Treasure. I always will,” Mammon promises as he kisses you while his fingers curl inside you and fuck your soaking wet pussy. You moan into the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours as your hand moves between your bodies to grip his hard cock over the denim.

“You’re moving too fast, baby,” Mammon chuckles as he noses your throat before kissing it. “You haven’t even allowed me a taste of that sweet, sweet pussy.”

“Greedy bastard,” you mutter before Mammon spanks you, gripping your ass harshly in his hand and squeezing it until you gasp.

“I am, don’t forget it, Treasure.”

Mammon lifts you onto the pool table with your skirt hiked up to your hips and your blouse ripped down the middle, the buttons strewn on the table and his bedroom floor. Mammon eyes you greedily, licking his lips as he shakes his white hair out of his eyes.

You spread your legs further as you look up at Mammon. Your heels hang over the edge and you admire the beautiful ridges of his torso and his glowing tan skin. You reach out for him and he allows you to touch him freely while he kisses you. His fingers thread in your hair while yours unbutton his pants and unzip them.

Mammon kisses his way down your body, expertly removing your blouse and bra before his lips are wrapped around a hardened bud. He’s greedy with his tongue on both tits, licking and sucking them until he’s satisfied.

“As pretty as these are, they’ve gotta go,” Mammon says as he tugs your panties down your thighs. He stuffs them in the back pocket of his jeans before he’s kissing down your body, sinking his teeth into your hips before grabbing your thighs in each hand. He tugs you to the edge of the table, not caring if you’re arousal stains his precious pool table.

“Mammon!” You exclaim as you fall back onto the table and stare at the ceiling. You arch your back as his tongue meets your cunt, teasing you as your legs drape over his shoulders, heels digging into his broad back.

“Fuck, Treasure,” Mammon slurps, his lips shiny with your wetness. He dives back in, his fingers fucking into you as he ignores the throbbing of his cock. He wanted to mount you, fuck you full of his cum, and then fuck it all back into you.

Mammon wanted you to reek of him. He needed the halls of the House of Lamentation to stink of him and your coupling. He wouldn’t be satisfied until Lucifer was banging down his bedroom door, pleading that you stop.

“So delicious,” he grunts as he palms over his cock, his tongue teasing your clit, gently sucking it just to watch your squirm beneath him. “Such a good girl for me, Treasure. So good.”

Levi

Levi loathed leaving his bedroom, more so when Lucifer demanded that he did. His older brother was the only demon who could get him to abandon his precious manga and video games. He was just about to start a new anime (Don’t Look Under the Bed Because There’s Probably a Monster, Even if Monsters aren’t Real and Don’t Hide Under Your Bed), when Lucifer banged on his bedroom door, ordering him to go check on you before dinner.

The two of you had dinner duty, and with it only a few hours away, you had to get started within the next hour or two. Levi didn’t want to piss off Lucifer anymore than he already was, so begrudgingly he went to your room to get you.

Normally, Levi would knock before entering your bedroom, but he was too busy muttering about Lucifer and his anime to remember to knock. It wasn’t like you needed him to anyway. You always welcomed him in quickly and with open arms.

One time won’t hurt, right?

However, when he steps inside and shuts the door, he’s frozen solid.

Gulping, Levi watches as you hump his missing pillow. Your back is to him, and he notes you’re naked except for the orange ruffle panties he gave you as a gift. He remembers how red his face had gotten when he left the gift on your bed just a few days ago, he didn’t realize you’d known they were from him.

“Fuck, Levi,” you moan as you grind your cunt into his pillow, ass bouncing as you pick up the pace. You’ve soaked the pillow under you, no doubt making it harder to return but you couldn’t help yourself. Levi had invaded your thoughts until you couldn’t resist but smother yourself in his scent and finally steal something that belonged to him that he probably wouldn’t miss.

Levi is in awe as he watches you, cock growing hard in his pants as you moan his name again, cupping your tits in your hands and throwing your head back as you soak his pillow with your cum.

“Levi, are you just going to stare or are you going to come over here and take care of me?!!” You ask as you look at him from over your shoulder.

“I-I wasn’t staring!” Levi stutters, feeling his face grow warm. “Lucifer said, and then dinner, shopping. Not staring!”

You climb off his pillow slowly, allowing him an eyeful of your ass in the tiny thong. Levi never imagined you’d wear them, much less for him but here you were in all your glory humping his pillow and asking him to fuck you.

Frozen, Levi just stares as you approach him. Your lips meet his as you strip him down to his boxers in between kisses and moans.

You have him lie on the bed, his pillow beside him. You straddle his hips, kissing his cheek just to feel the heat of his embarrassment.

“You’ve kept me waiting,” you pout as you place the pillow over his face.

Levi groans as he smells your arousal. How many times had you cum at the thought of him? How many times have you soaked the fabric with your juices? Levi could die right now and he’d die a happy man, blissfully inhaling your scent.

“Don’t be greedy,” you giggle as you move the pillow under his head, your tits brushing his face as you place it under him.

“There,” you grin as you take his shaky hands in yours and place them on your tits. “Want to feel some more?”

“Y-yes,” Levi clears his throat. If this is a dream, he never wishes to wake up. He would gladly stay underneath you forever if it meant you’d be touching him like so.

“What do you think of the panties? I wasn’t sure if orange was my color but they look so good on me, don’t you think?” You ask as you place Levi’s hands on your ass and you swear he almost cums in his pants.

“They look go-good,” he blushes as you guide his hands to the ruffles.

“You have good taste, baby,” you state as you easily slip the panties off you. Levi watches as you tug his boxers down just enough to release his leaking cock. He’s too horny to be embarrassed, almost prideful as you lick your lips when you take it in your hand.

You’d love to tease him, make him beg, make him suffer but you’re too turned on to think straight. Your mouth wraps around him, engulfing his length greedily as his eyes flutter shut and your name forms on his lips. His hand grips your hair, guiding your movements as you meet his pelvis and he hits the back of your throat. You swallow and his thighs clench as he almost sees the Celestial Realm with how high you take him.

Levi is near tears now and you pop off his thick cock long enough to get on your knees and reach for your panties.

“Open your mouth for me, Levi.” You instruct and he does so obediently.

You stuff your soaked panties into his mouth as you stroke his dick. Levi’s cries of pleasure are muffled as you take him back into your mouth. One of your hands is between your thighs, fingers fucking your soaked cunt while you continue to bob up and down Levi’s cock.

His groans and moans grow rapidly, his body trembling from pleasure as you feel him hit the back of your throat moments before he’s cumming down it.

Levi feels hot tears roll down his cheeks as his hips continue to thrust into your poor throat. You swallow hungrily, a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks until you pull off him, cum and spit coating your pretty lips.

Levi catches his breath before he sits up and spits out your panties. His hand grabs the back of your head before he slams his lips on yours. His tongue meets yours in a hungry, messy, cum-filled kiss.

Satan

Rain pelted the windows of the Devildom late at night. Satan had spent all day in the library looking for a particular book with no luck.

He had fallen asleep and woken in a puddle of drool before he gave up and decided to head to his bedroom after a shower and a brush of his teeth.

Now, he lay in bed with a thick book on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. He had walked through the quiet halls of the House of Lamentation and figured everyone was in bed. What he hadn’t counted on was you showing up in his bedroom with a poof and a sparkle of magic.

“Kitten?” Satan sets his book on the nightstand beside his bed. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I was with Solomon learning a new spell and got locked out of HOL. You didn’t answer my texts,” you frown as you begin to undo the buttons on your blouse.

Satan looks at his D.D.D. and realizes he never turned it back on after Mammon was spamming him with messages asking for money.

“Sorry, Kitten. Mammon was begging for money again,” Satan apologizes as he looks at you. He notes the collar on your throat, the tiny bell jingling when you take your bra off to toss on the floor.

You step out of your high-heels and shimmy out of your skirt leaving you in just your thick thigh-high socks and strappy green panties.

“You wore these for Solomon?” Satan growls as he lifts one of the straps with his fingertip.

“Of course not, Satan. I wore them for you,” you huff, as you crawl into his lap, legs on either side of his hips.

“Wearing them under such a short skirt says otherwise, Kitten. Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Satan asks lowly as his hands grip your bare ass, the pathetic green straps do nothing to conceal you.

“Maybe,” you tease with a sly grin as you press your breasts to his bare chest. Your fingers twirl his blonde hair as you lean in to kiss his lips.

“You play a dangerous game, love,” Satan sighs as his fingers grip the tiny bell on your collar, another one of his gifts.

“Only because it turns me on,” you admit with a smug smile as Satan tugs your collar and your eyes darken as you meet his wrathful gaze.

“Watch yourself, Kitten. You’re not the only one with claws,” he remarks as you lick your lips before he kisses you passionately. His hands cup your face before moving to your hips. He groans when you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, tugging slightly before releasing it.

Satan smirks as he quickly moves you over his lap, your ass in the air as he spreads your legs further. When his palm smacks your cheek, you gasp before moaning. He smacks the other cheek and you bite your lip to keep from moaning his name for everyone to hear.

“Count for me,” he commands as he spanks you a third time and then a fourth. You keep count, thighs soaking wet from your arousal as he finishes with number fifteen.

His hands soothe the ache, gentle words leaving his lips with praises of how good you are for him.

“Such a sweet kitten when you want to be, huh? Can’t listen the first time, always have to push the boundaries,” Satan coos as his fingers dip into your wet cunt.

“Satan!” You moan wanton as his fingers curl inside you. He hushes you, his free hand pressing his fingers to your mouth. You take them in greedily, sucking and slurping on his digits with both holes.

“That’s it, love. Be a good kitty for me,” Satan smiles as you tighten around him, his fingers soaked to the knuckles as his thumb finds your clit.

You’re nearly there, your moans announce it as you squirm on his lap. He fucks your mouth and your cunt with his fingers, giving you hell at both ends before your muffled screams fill the air.

His praises fall on deaf ears as you cum, nearly sobbing when he slaps your cunt twice and has you suck his cum soaked fingers clean.

“Hands and knees, love,” Satan demands as you struggle to get on your shaky legs. Your body thrums with arousal, hot and aching for more as you arch your back. Satan tugs you toward him by your hips.

“Fuck, Satan,” you curse into the sheets as he stuffs you full of his cock. His nails dig into your hips as he pulls you toward him, the fat head of his cock reaching your cervix. Your eyes roll back as you take the pounding, greedily asking for more when his hand smacks your jiggling ass.

“These panties sure have come in useful tonight,” he muses to himself as he watches your hungry cunt take his cock like the good whore you are. For a moment his thoughts run loose, imagining what it would be like to breed you, to see your breasts round and full of milk for his spawn. Everyone would know you were his and only his. Everyone would envy him. Everyone would seethe knowing you were with child.

“Satan!” You scream as pleasure overwhelms you, pussy clenching around his cock, creaming it as you milk him for all he’s worth.

“Fuck, Kitten,” he scowls, looking up at his ceiling and ignoring the thumping of his headboard against the wall. Perhaps the two of you have woken everyone in the house but he doesn’t dare stop, especially when you start begging him to cum deep inside, stuff you full of his cum.

Satan aims to please as he does just that.

Perhaps his dreams will come true.

Asmo

Asmo sat on his bed painting his nails live on Fab Snap.

“Isn’t this color just fabulous? It’s one of my favorites!” Asmo gushes as he paints another nail, blowing on it as comments fly by on the screen. He giggles as he shows his finished hand to the camera, thanking everyone for the compliments before moving to his other hand.

Asmo has been live for almost two hours. The moment you’re out of the bath, he’ll say his goodbyes and end the stream. He’s been dying to get you alone all week but unfortunately, his bank account needed some money.

Five minutes later, you stand in a fluffy pink robe with a pair of pink heels and the cute panties Asmo gifted you.

Asmo pats the bed. You cross the room to him, gently kicking off your heels as you lie back on his bed.

“Let’s get you out of this,” he smiles cheerily as he untied your robe and helped you out of it. He pushes it to the other end of the bed after taking the silk ribbon used to tie the robe.

Carefully, Asmo places your wrists over your head and wraps the silk ribbon around each wrist before tying them together.

“Well, don’t you look ravishing,” Asmo grins brightly as he admires your beautiful body. You look away, feeling your cheeks grow hot as he continues to compliment you until you meet his gaze again.

Asmo takes his time with you, kissing your cheek, jaw, neck, collarbones, and sternum. He’s generous with his kisses, covering the expanse of your chest with his lips just to listen to your soft moans.

When his lips wrap around your nipple, you gasp, turning to putty beneath him as he settles between your legs. His fingers trace the strappy pattern of your panties. Fingers gently go over the tiny pink roses just to watch your legs twitch.

“So sensitive,” he giggles as he takes your nipple into his mouth and gently nips it. He takes his time licking and sucking each breast until they’re glossy with his spit and lip gloss.

“Asmo!” You moan his name as he kisses his way down your body further, his teeth sinking into your hip, leaving his mark behind.

“Let me take care of you, hun. I knew you’d look so pretty in these,” Asmo bites his bottom lip as his eyes admire every pretty strap on your hips. His finger lightly traces the design until he’s pressing his fingertip to your clit.

You gasp, surprised, and move your wrists upward.

“Uh-uh, my love. I’m not done with you yet,” Asmo giggles as he flips you onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air as you steady yourself on your knees.

His hands slowly rub your back before gripping your ass. Your hands are bound in front of you, keeping you from reaching back to touch him. You want to feel him pressed against you, have him encompass every fiber of your being. You don’t have to think when you’re around Asmo, happy to be his dress-up doll, his toy for his pleasure; whatever it may be.

Asmo’s fingers brush the ruffles as his lips kiss your spine.

“So beautiful, my love,” he whispers as he kisses his way lower, his fingers moving your soaked panties aside. You moan softly, pushing your ass toward him as he chuckles.

“So eager,” Asmo coos as his finger circles your hole. “So needy.”

You nod, tugging on your restraints before a soft buzz fills your ears and you perk up. Asmo giggles at your reaction as you arch your back further and his tongue meets your pussy. He teases you at first, sucking on your clit and wetting his lips with your essence. Once he’s had his fill, you feel a soft vibration on your clit from the pink bullet vibrator in his hand.

“Fuck, Asmo!” You try to fuck yourself on him but he holds you with his free hand.

“Behave, doll. Or we’ll have to stop playing,” he warns as he moves his hand to spread your ass for him. You feel heat rush to your face as he spits on your hole and his tongue traces it after.

Your thighs tremble as the vibrations quicken, soaking your panties and your thighs. Pleasure courses through your body, his name heavy on your tongue as you fall head first into utter bliss.

Asmo watches you come undone, a proud smile on his lips as he speeds the vibrator up, matching his movements with his tongue just to watch you spasm.

When you fall face-first into his bed, he removes the toy and kisses your lower back.

“Ready to play again?” He asks with a smirk as you lie boneless on his sheets, nodding meekly.

Beel

Hunger always struck at the most inopportune times for Beel.

He spent hours at the gym lifting weights and trying to keep his mind off his hunger. He even took a scalding hot shower to make himself focus on anything other than the pangs of hunger in his stomach but not even the steaming bathroom could help him.

By the time he had arrived at HOL, it was silent. Everyone had gone to bed, and the only light on was the one in the kitchen where he stood.

“Hey, Beel,” your voice startled him as he looked up from the fridge. He was about to make himself a sandwich when you walked in.

“Hey,” he greets you, eyeing your skirt and thigh-high socks. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I just got home. Solomon wanted me to learn a new spell and then he tried to make me dinner.”

Beel grimaces with you. “Want me to make you something instead?”

You nod as you head for the cabinets to get your secret stash of chocolate chip and pecan cookies from the Human World.

You grab your stepladder, climbing to the top step while Beel watches in amusement. You could have just asked him for help but instead, you reach upward, your skirt rising as you lean forward to grab your secret cookie jar.

Beel notices the red panties you’re wearing, and his hunger turns into lust.

They’re the pair he gifted you just this morning. A lacy pair with an open crotch. His mouth waters at the sight of your cunt on display as you grab the jar of cookies and begin to climb down from the stepladder.

The moment the ceramic jar is on the counter, Beel is on you.

His large arms wrap around your waist as his broad chest presses to your back. His lips kiss your neck, pulling your shirt off to the side to expose your shoulder.

“You have no idea how delicious you look, Cupcake. I want to eat you whole,” he whispers as he presses his erection to the swell of your ass.

“Beel,” you curse as he grinds on you for a moment before his hands rip your shirt clear down the middle. The scraps fall to the floor uselessly and his shirt joins soon after.

“Come here,” he demands as he climbs onto the kitchen island and lies down before he helps you on top of him. “Uh-uh, the other way, Cupcake.”

Your cheeks are aflame when he positions you so that your ass sits on his face, your wet cunt dripping into his mouth as he tugs your skirt out of the way, tearing it off you when he gets desperate enough to taste you.

Beel’s large hands grip your thighs as he licks up your slit, savoring every drop of your arousal. His cock is thick and heavy in his gym shorts and your thighs tremble when you lean forward to palm it.

Beel hums in approval, making a fresh wave of arousal soak his pretty lips.

“Beel!” You moan as you grind on his face, smothering him and his sounds of pleasure. You want him. You need to have him in every way possible and his cock throbs in your hand as you tug his shorts down, unsurprised he’s gone commando.

You nearly drool at the sight of his hard cock as you mouth at it, licking the head before you tongue the slit. He’s a mouthful, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth as you take him a little further but just the head of his cock is enough to choke you.

You pull off him with a gasp, inhaling as much air as possible as tears stream down your cheeks. Beel chuckles as he continues to slurp up your wet juices, pussy so warm and creamy, and delicious. He’d eat you every hour of every day if you’d let him. You’re the only one who could dim his rabid hunger for a while.

Beel adores you. He can never have his fill and you’re always needy for him. Your hunger for him rivals his hunger for food, and it’s always so pleasurable to satisfy you.

You squirm on his face and he holds you still. Messy slurping sounds fill the kitchen as he sucks, licks, and teases your cunt. He could ruin you for everyone if he chose to, could make it so nobody else could satisfy the ever-building need to be stuffed and fucked full at all times.

Beel would be content just eating you out until you couldn’t take anymore. Until his tongue grew tired and your pussy couldn’t cream anymore. He’d feast on you, body and soul and you’d surrender to him willingly just to feel the pleasure that his talented tongue provided.

You take his cock back into your mouth, saliva coating his length as you take more of him and you inhale through your nose as you push further. Spit soaks Beel’s pelvis, dripping to his balls as you release him, coughing as you try to catch your breath before wrapping your hand around him to jerk him off while taking his balls in your mouth to suck those instead.

Beel rewards you with two fingers in your cunt. You clench around him as he sucks your clit and your hips rock back and forth on his face. He loves to see you dripping, soaking every bit of his face as your sweet moans go straight to his cock.

The lace of your panties is ruined. There’s no saving them but Beel doesn’t care. He tears them easily and slides his tongue into your hole, fucking you on it as you squeeze his head and choke out his name.

You cum hard. Beel moans your name as he’s rewarded for his efforts. He guzzles down every last bit. The noises he makes are obscene as he savors your taste on his tongue until you’re utterly spent.

“Really?” Belphie’s voice startles the both of you. “We eat off of there.”

You cover your face in embarrassment as Belphie walks out of the kitchen without another word but Beel doesn’t seem fazed.

With trembling legs, you climb off of Beel. “Let’s continue this in my room.”

You pick up his shirt and put it on before heading to the fridge for a bottle of whipped cream and a container of strawberries.

Beel’s mouth waters as he grabs the cookie jar and your torn clothing. He hopes nobody will notice the mess on the kitchen island in the morning. Beel will be too tired from tonight to wake up early to clean it.

Hopefully, Belphie will take care of it.

Belphie

It was no surprise that Belphie could fall asleep just about anywhere.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep in the hall, in front of his bedroom door, or outside Asmo’s bedroom with a full face of makeup as a reward for his carelessness.

Tonight, Belphie had snuck away into his attic. He had paid Mammon to take his turn making dinner so he could sleep all evening. He’d spent the day catching up on chores and laundry. He was too exhausted to complete another laborious task.

You were relieved when you finally found Belphie that night. You had snuck upstairs in your pajamas just to climb into bed with him. He was warmer than usual, so you stripped down to your panties and snuggled under the covers beside him and his pillow.

“Hmm,” he grumbled as he reached out to touch you. “Moon? What are you doing here?”

“I missed you at dinner. I was looking for you all day,” you whisper as he drapes his arm over your waist. He presses his nose to your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin before his fingers move down to grab your hip.

Sleepily, Belphie opens his eyes to see what you’re wearing. He had assumed you were naked like he was while he slept, so when his fingers brushed a silky bow, he was puzzled.

“What’s this?” He asked as he swallowed a yawn. He looks down to see the purple panties he gifted you over the weekend.

“Like them? I wanted to show them to you all day but you’re a hard demon to find,” you pout as you feel him play with the silk bow. His lips find your shoulder, kissing it.

“I am hard,” he chuckles as he nips your shoulder. His hand moves upward, cupping your breast.

He lifts your leg and places it over his. He slides his cock over your wet folds, moaning at how hot and soaked you are.

“Easy access,” he smirks as you turn your head to kiss him, tongues lacing together as he lines his dick at your entrance and pushes in.

“Fuck,” your eyes roll back as you take him. The familiar ache is a little painful but pleasurable. Belphie stretches you with his cock, making you take every delicious inch as stars explode behind your eyes.

“That’s it, Little Moon. Take my cock like the good whore you are,” he praises as he kisses your bare shoulder and then moves to suck his mark on your skin.

You moan, grinding your ass on him as best you can as he devours your body with his. You take each thrust with a sob of pleasure as you tighten around him, screaming his name when he rubs your clit just how you like it.

“Such a little slut,” Belphie coos. “I bet you paraded around the whole of the Devildom in a tiny skirt wearing these panties while you searched for me. Tell me, love, did you prance around for the House of Lamentation? For the lower demons around town? Or perhaps you decided a visit to the Demon Lord’s Castle was necessary?”

“Fuck, Belphie! I-I didn’t-”

Belphie hushes your protests with his lips. A toe-curling kiss that shushes you as he grabs your hips and positions you on your hands and knees. Your face is buried in the pillows, your hands held behind your back as Belphie watches you fuck yourself on his cock, creaming all over him.

“I heard Diavolo was having Simeon and Solomon over for dinner tonight. Did you join them? Perhaps they had you instead?” Belphie chuckles as he smacks your ass and watches as you cum all over his cock.

Belphie grins, he pushes you onto your side, your back to his chest as your rapid heartbeats settle again. He’s known for his small bouts of energy but soon lethargy settles into him again.

He’s slow with his thrusts and kisses. Slow when he pushes his cock as far as it’ll go just to hear his name roll off your tongue. He’s quiet when he cums, rope after rope filling you as you fuck yourself on him. Another orgasm rocks through you, your soft whimpers lulling Belphie back to sleep with his hard cock still nestled inside your warm cunt.

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ADULT CONTENT 18+ ONLY

Brothers Eat Out MC

NSFW

AFAB

Breasts are mentioned

Lucifer

Likes to gaze into your eyes while he's between your legs.

Long, slow, tongue strokes to make you squirm and beg for more

Likes feeling your thighs press against the sides of his head and face

Once in a while he'll very lightly teethe at your clit for extra teasing and stimulation. He also enjoys nibbling on the inside of your thighs.

He likes to curl his fingers in a C shape and slowly pump his fingers against your G spot.

His pointy nose adds extra pleasure ( if ya know what I mean 😉)

Mammon

Loves it when you tug at his white hair while he's sucks on your bud

Will hook his arms around your thighs and pull your legs closer. He wants to feel every inch of you against him

Is a HUGE fan of face sitting. He would die happy if he suffocated underneath you.

When you sit on his face he's again, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pressing you down harder. He doesn't want you to hover, he wants you to SIT.

He likes to reach over and toy with your nipples as he eats you out

Will make you ride his tongue, and when you do, his eyes are stuck on your breasts bouncing above him

Levi

Hell beg you to let him eat you out half the time

He let's out whiney little whimpers when between your folds. He gets off by pleasing you alone

Another one who wants to suffocate between your legs. Please MC, crush his head with your thighs

Likes to stick his tongue out and shake his head back and forth. He enjoys having his face covered in your essence

To catch his breath, he'll rub his thumb on your clit as he reaches himself over and sucks on your titties

Satan

He loves having your legs draped on his shoulders. It's a good way to hoiste you up a bit so he can have his hands on your ass cheeks.

He likes to give gentle kisses on your pussy lips and clit before demolishing it with his mouth

He'll tongue fuck you while rolling your clit between his thumb and pointer finger

His slender fingers are great at hitting your special spot. He enjoys sliding three of them in there at a time and making you cream all over his hand

Likes circling his tongue in circular motion, spreading your slick all over your clit. He'll even occasionally give it a quick flick just to see you jump

Asmo

The louder you are, the better. He'll do whatever he has to I order to make you cum at least 3 times.

He loves the feeling on your folds on either side of his tongue. He'll lick from your hole all the way to the tip of your clit

He'll fuck you with a dildo as he eats you out. When he tales the dildo out, he'll suck on it in front of you and remind you how good you taste

He is definitely moaning in to your pussy. You're so sexy, he can't help it.

He loves gazing into your beautiful eyes. His favorite view is seeing your face contort with pleasure above him.

Will try and slip a finger in your butt

Beel

An absolute savage for your pussy. He's a messy eater.

Will pin your thighs all the way up to your sides by the back of your knees so he has full access. He's so strong, you won't be going anywhere if you tried.

His mouth completely swallows your pussy whole

He's a slurper. He's enjoying your taste and won't stop anytime soon. Lots of satisfied groans coming from him as well

Will lick his fingers clean when you're done

Belphie

Likes to spread your pussy lips apart so he can admire all that you have

Likes to tease you by tracing your entrance with his finger, sliding it in quickly, and then pulling it out

Taunts you with words while eating you out. " you're such a slut for me, are you sure you can handle this?"

Pins you by your hips to prevent you from squirming

He'll flick your clit with his fingers. He likes hearing the little yelps you let out for him

Will suck on your clit and pull on it with his lips, then release it with a "pop" of his mouth.

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me smut #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obeymelucifer #obey me beelzebub #obeymelevi #obeymeasmo #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me headcanons

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Brothers reacting to MC getting hit!

Warnings: Blood, Hitting, Ass smacking, Manhandling, aggression, yelling.

Notes: This isn't proofread lmao

Part 2

Masterlist

Lucifer

Lucifers eyes glared at the group in RAD. His legs marched over to the commotion, and his crimson gaze landed on a succubus yelling at.... MC? He let out a heavy sigh and started raking through the crowd of demoms. Until a piercing sound of skin being hit rang through his ears. He looked back up only to find you on the floor, a gash on your lip, a large handprint painting your cheek. That's all it took for his demon form to emerge. The dark aura immediately caused everyone to disperse. Before the succubus could do any more, his hand grabbed their wrist tightly. "Go to Lord Diavolos office, I am sure he would love to learn about what I just saw." His voice was cold and intimidating. "If you attempt to run away, I will find you. You should know what that means." The succubus nodded and ran off to the Lords office. Lucifer kneeled down to your body, carefully grabbing it. "Let's go home."

His fingers delicately cleaned the wound on your lip, "You don't need to tell me anything. Just.... you need to stay near someone at all times, I'm serious, MC, something much worse could've happened." His voice sounded like he was scolding you in which he was, but he was mainly worried. "I know, Luci, I'm sorry." You said softly, and you wrapped your arms around his body carefully. "Thank you for everything." His heart tugged tightly in his chest, and he reciprocated the hug. "Of course, dear."

He softly kissed your forehead, "I don't understand how a human could place these feelings in me." He admitted, pulling you down into his grasp as he flopped on his bed. "Not just any human, your human." His chest swelled with intense pride in that moment, "You have never been more correct."

(Bonus: Diavolo sat happily in his office, writing away on a game week idea for RAD. Until his doors swung open, a pink haired succubus sobbing, he immediately got up to assess the situation but was stopped by Barbatos. "You may take a seat." The butler said to the succubus, she shuddered in fear, and sat in the far corner.

An hour went by, and Diavolo excused himself to answer Lucifers call. Only to return back to the room after a minute, his face enraged. "So." He started off deeply staring into the succubus eyes. "You think you can touch my exchange student?"

Poor pink haired girl)

Mammon

Mammon had invited you out to 'shop' with him, in which you, of course, agreed. Now, the two of you were in a crystal shop. "Hey, this one says prevents lava horse attacks. What kind of crystal does that?!" You asked, amazed at what the small crystal could do. Mammons eyes turned towards the gem in your hand, "Hey! There's one over there matching it perfectly. Stay here. I'll grab it." He said quickly, his body marched over to the other side of the store searching for the similar crystal.

You continued to look at the items around until you heard commotion, "Oi! I ain't stealin' anything. I'm just looking!" Mammons voice rang out. Most of the time, you'd think he was lying, but he literally just told you what he was doing. You walked over carefully, attempting to pull your dear crush from the situation. You reached for Mammons' hand "Lets-" your voice was cut off by a heavy hand slapping your arm away. The greedy demons eyes darkened as he turned into his demon form, growling, grabbing the owners arm.

"Who the hell do you think you are touching my human?" His grip got tighter, his sharp nails digging into the whimpering demon. "Never again." Was all he said before walking out, you in his arms. He grabbed a shit ton expensive crystals on the way out shoving them in his bag, not caring about the consequences. He pulled you to a bench, carefully sitting you down. His eyes immediately peered at your slightly bruised arm. "C'mon human, I could've handled it, y'know?" He said softly, "Let's go to the house, I'll take care of ya, not that I want to or anything..... just that y'know, humans are weak, and I'm your first!"

The two of you sat on your bed, his soft hands holding the ice pack on your arm. "Heh, remember the first time this happened." He said, laughing at the memory. "Yeah... you said to only come to you for help......" His eyes glistened at you, amazed at you remembering his words, "Thank you for helping me, Mams." You smiled softly at him, your lips softly pressed on his. "Oi- y-you can't just do that! B-but of course, the Great Mammon would help my human!" The two of you reminisced on moments the whole night before falling asleep in each other's arms.

(Bonus: Lucifer knocked on the door. After not getting a response, he opened it. He was shocked to see his younger brother cradling your body, even more so when he saw the expensive crystals lying around. "Mammon, why are there -" the eldest whispered in a scolding tone. "He hit them. I took his shit." The white-haired demon interrupted his older brother, in which he only nodded. "Text me the name of the place." He whispered yet again before walking towards the door, "Also, breakfast is ready." Lucifer left the room. Before walking to the dining room, he let a small smile grace his face. 'He finally found his person, the older brother thought.)

Leviathan

You sat with your boyfriend at a game convention in the human realm. It wasn't often that the two of you went on dates, but this was surely an exception. Your eyes fluttered to the screen, Leviathan once again beating a renowned gamer of the human realm. The human grew heated and threw the remote down, "Cheater!" He yelled out, causing both you and Levi to jump slightly.

"Huh?!?!" He said, placing down the controller. The dude placed his fingers in Leviathans face "fuckin' weeb, you think you're so clever cheating in front of the whole convention." His voice was filled with anger, definitely a sore loser. Your boyfriend scoffed, "As if I would ever cheat. A normie like you wouldn't understand the true art of video games!" He huffed, out, cleary annoyed at the accusations.

"Don't fucking speak to me like that." He spat at the purple-haired demon, pushing his shoulder slightly. A crowd formed around the three of you, "Don't fucking touch him!" You exclaimed, pushing the disgusting person back, gaining both of the male's attention. Before anyone could split up the fight, the males hand met your face, causing everyone to freeze in place. Leviathan sprung up, landing a solid punch on the dudes face, "Lotan will be visiting." He said before pulling you up, running outside the convention, and going to your hotel room.

His eyes scanned yours. "S-stupid normies," he muttered, his hands strictly staying at his sides. Fearful of touching you. You chucked softly at him, grabbing his hand, which shook slightly. "Thank you for protecting me, my Player #1!" His purple-orange irises widened. "Y-you did it first. I can't believe he put his filthy hands on you... now we can't enjoy our time. here." His voice was slightly shakey, his hands gripping yours tighter. "It's okay, Levi, we will go back tomorrow in our cosplay, alright?" A large smile and blush painted his face "y-yeah"

(Bonus: the two of you sat in the hotel room quietly, Levi was placing on his Ruri wig as you put on the taco mask. He made his way over to you, smiling heavily. No one had ever accepted him like you did. It truly made him feel special. "M-mc." He muttered, catching your attention. You hummed in response, "Could you..... close your eyes for me?" He asked quietly, and you smiled softly and closed your eyes. The mask on your face slightly lifted, slightly chapped lips placing themselves on your own. You opened your eyes in shock, only for a flash of Leviathan to run into the restroom.)

Satan

You and Satan sat in the Cat Café, reading books while cats cuddled into the two of you. "Ah, I'm going to use the restroom, alright Tannie?" He smiled softly at the nickname and nodded, not lifting his eyes from the page. A few minutes went by, and your body then left the restroom. Slowly walking over to your Fiancé, but a male sat in your seat flirting to a very irritated Satan. You walked over, cautiously staring at the situation at hand.

You huffed slightly, causing the male to stare at you disgusted. You grabbed a chair from another table and moved it towards Satan. However, the extra male slapped your hand. "Don't you see I'M talking to him!" His hand then gripped yours tightly, you went to go look for help from Satan but he was gone.

Suddenly, a loud crash was heard, the grip on your hand letting go. You turned your eyes to the person, only to see the blonde demon staring into his soul. True Wrath filling the room, somehow the cats aren't fazed. "Never. Touch. Them. Again." He said deeply, causing the male to cry out in fear, "Run. If I find you, you will be tortured." The male ran off from Satan's aura.

Your Fiancé sighed heavily, sitting back down. He motioned you to join him, in which you did. His hands softly grabbed your wrist, assessing the bruises slowly forming. "I will find him." He muttered lowly, causing you to sweat drop. "But.... I will not let this ruin our date." He requested some ice from the store along with a cat drink and kitten cookie for the two of you to share.

(Bonus: Satan came back to his room after the date. He laid you in his chest, softly kissing your sleeping head before he went shopping on his DDD for some book. 'The Art of Torture'......... '101 of Dignity Breaking'........ 'Soul Shattering Spells'....... he smiled softly as he ordered the books. He then opened the devilgram and looked up the page of the demon. Satan knew exactly who he was. Now, he just had to let him believe he truly got away.)

Asmodeus

The night was loud, Asmo had dragged you out to a new bar in town. He was exceptionally happy that you agreed to go with him. Currently, he was on the dance floor as you watched from aside him, giggling softly. You took another sip of your drink, and two people walked over and sat beside you. You looked at the time on your DDD, shit it was getting late. You huffed out and got up, going to grab your best friend. Only to be stopped by the two people "Some kind of fucking problem? We sat here, and you immediately left?!" The male shouted, you shook your head swiftly, "No- I just needed to go get someone."

He scoffed at you, his grip tightening on your arm, causing you to wince. "Pathetic human, its a shame they let such trash enter here." He spat at you, the female beside him giggling away. You looked in the direction of Asmo only for his back to face you. The male pulled you closer, "Humans are weak, right?" He asked the woman beside him, and she nodded and smiled.

You went to go pull away only for the male to smack your face. His hand then held your chin tightly, tears pricking your eyes. "HEY!" A loud voice rang out causing the male to look in annoyance, only for his demeanor to change "Ah! The renowned Asmodeus, care to join us in.... taking care of this pathetic thing.." He smirked slyly, Asmo quickly used his charm on him.

"Sit." The Strawberry Blonde said, his voice filled with hurt and anger. Your body tumbled backward as the larger male let go, only for the demon of lust to catch you. "The person who you call pathetic is the love of my life." He spat out at both demons, both affected by his charm. "Now, both of you, go out into the depths of the damned and never come back." He huffed out as soon as they left, "Hon, oh deary, I'm so sorry, let's go home."

He pulled you in his bathroom, carefully sitting you down on his bath. "Your beautiful skin, I am so sorry I left you, Hon. Truly, how could I ever repay you." He placed some cream on your face, which numbed the pain quickly. "It's alright, Asmo. I got you know. Heh, the love of your life~" you teased. The male-only nodded, causing you to blush heavily. "I meant what I said, MC"

(Bonus: After the two of you took care of your wounds, he led you to his bed. He apologized multiple times over the night, horrified at your bruises. However, he made it up by kissing you. Both of you made it official to the brothers the next day. Then the two of you had to explain the bruises......... that didn't sit well.)

Beelzebub

You sat in Café Lament, waiting for Beel to come back with the hoard of food. You took a sip of Bufo Egg Milk Tea. Your eyes locked on the orange head, who started to walk over, his arms filled with food. He settled the snacks down and sat on the chair. Only to sigh heavily, "I forgot the forks, hold on, I'll be back." He said, but you quickly grabbed his hand. "I got it, love. Don't worry. Go ahead and eat." He smiled a large smile before shoving his face with food, muttering a thank you.

You walked up to the grab section and grabbed many bamboo ware, preparing them to break in Beelz grasp. "Hey, hot stuff," someone said beside you. You shuffled your eyes to their body. Your brain grimaced at his appearance. He was obviously a sex crazed creep, trying to get you as his next prize. You gave a soft smile and went to walk towards Beel. Who had his eyes on you the whole time. As you walked, a sharp pain was shot through your ass, causing you to drop the bamboo ware. You whipped your head back only to find the man floored by Beel.

It was shocking, The Avatar of Gluttony was by NO means violent. So seeing him in such a fit of rage made your heart stop being for a second. "Leave." He said to the male, who scurried out of the Café. Everyone went back to their own business, Beel then turned his attention to you. "Are you okay, MC?" He asked softly, his arms wrapping around you. You nodded and hugged him back. "Let's go eat, Beely." He smiled again and pulled you to sit with him. Your body plopped into his lap, your ass still stinging a little. "Here I'll feed you." He mumbled with his mouth already full.

(Bonus: the two of you laid in the common room, Belphie taking up the other couch. "MC, I'm sorry he assaulted you like that." He mumbled to you. His eyes were saddened as he looked at you. "My Beel, you protected me! Stop saying it as if you did it." You giggled and kissed his lips. You looked back at the fireplace only to jump when an angry Belphie was in face. "Explain." He said. this was gonna be a long night.)

Belphegor

The two of you were dozing off in class. He was your seat partner, so it was quite difficult not to get affected by his drowsiness. Your head once again bounced while doing the work. There was a sub today, so the teacher just gave paper assignments. The bell rang loudly, causing you to jump. You softly shook Belphegors' shoulders, "Hmm?" He mumbled, causing you to smile. "C'mon, sleepyhead, it's time to go home." He nodded and slowly gathered his stuff.

You went to go walk out with Belph but was stopped by the substitute, "MC. Correct?" She said, annoyed, both you and the youngest brother turned around, "Ah yes, that's me." You mumbled, waiting for her to respond. "I need to have a word with you." She said, Belphie looked at you with hesitant eyes but walked to the door, "I'll be out here." He said.

The substitute glared at you as soon as the door closed. "You are so disrespectful." She spat at you, her body getting into your personal space. "Ah- I do apologize ma'am I am unsure of what you're talking about." She scoffed at you, her finger pointed in your face, "Sleeping while working! A disgusting human like you should know better!" You groaned heavily at her words, this again, each time someone new came to the school they thought they could speak to you however they wanted.

Your groan seemed to have pissed her off cause as soon as it left your lips, she slapped you and pushed you into a desk. The door flung open, and an infuriated Belphegor in his demon form stood in front of the substitute. He grabbed their jaw tightly, his nails digging into her skin. "Isn't so nice now, is it?!" He said with a malice filled grin, the woman shuttered in fear as she dropped to her knees. Belphie knelt down and whispered something in her ear before quickly grabbing you and rushing to the HOL.

He pulled you into the attic and huffed heavily, opening the mini fridge and grabbing some ice packs. He placed you on the bed and carefully handed you them. "I'm sorry, MC, I know it's annoying to always be looked down upon." He muttered. He carefully laid his body on yours after you settled the ice on your body. He whispered something, and suddenly intense relaxation hit you. He would do this whenever you were stressed or hurt. You closed your heavy eyes, Belphie sighed softly and kissed your shoulder before joining you to sleep.

(Bonus: Lucifer looked at his DDD, bewilderment hitting his face. It wasn't often that his youngest brother texted him, so he immediately opened it. His face grimaced at the message. It was an image of a dark bruise that was on your shoulder. 'What happened?' Lucifer typed. 'Substitute lost their shit on them, I messaged you this in defense, I gave them a heavy sleeping spell.' The eldest brother sighed out, of course. He would usually be mad, but this was proper punishment. 'No worries, good choice,' he texted back before closing his phone. "I'm gonna need to teach these demons a damn lesson.")

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #asmodeus x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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3. Detours

(Existing Sucks So) Let's All Be Shadows.

A Satan-centric Nightbringer Timeline Fic (Read on AO3) *This post combines Chapters 3 (Rulemaker) & 4 (Detour) from the AO3 version for a smoother read, IMO.

Chapter Starring: MC, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan Chapter Word Count: ~4k Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Leon Trotsky

“Satan, there are many things about this world you don’t understand yet. You can’t learn everything from books, I’m afraid.”

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I thought I was starting to settle into my role as demonsitter–sorry, attendant–but the incident with Satan and Solomon’s cookies set me back a bit in Lucifer’s book. Of course, I knew he would find out what had happened, so I didn’t do much to obfuscate the truth when he started asking questions. Lucifer always found out in the end. Even Satan seemed to accept that, not denying a thing as he glowered at the floor and let Beel help him to his room. Satan was confined to his room then, though after the walk back from the castle, he didn’t seem to be in much condition to do anything else. It was one punishment after another for him, it seemed. I wasn’t sure how effective that approach was, but it wasn’t as if Lucifer was taking constructive criticism from outside sources. But Lucifer took my decision to go to Barbatos for help instead of him as something of a slight, and the fact that I carried around Solomon’s cooking at all clearly didn’t sit well with him.

“It was considerably reckless of you to wander around with Solomon’s cooking in an open container,” Lucifer told me directly the next afternoon. The eldest brother had taken me to the common room and had me sit down on the sofa across from him, a tea tray sitting on the table between us.

“I’m sorry,” I said in reply to Lucifer’s comment, bowing my head. “It was late at night, and I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone.”

“However, you did.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “...I never meant for Satan to get hurt.”

Lucifer sighed, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his seat. “No, I suppose you didn’t. You wouldn’t have sought treatment if you intended to hurt him. Nevertheless, your antics put him in danger–again.”

“Again? ...You’re talking about what happened the day we met, aren’t you,” I guessed, and Lucifer nodded. I wanted to say that I hadn’t meant to hurt him then either, but my involvement was much more direct in that instance, so I didn’t think I’d look any better if I argued my case. So I turned up the self-deprecation a little and bowed my head. “I’ve done an awful job keeping him safe.”

“And an exemplary job getting him injured.”

That stung just a little. I bit my lip and clenched my fists at my sides. “I’m sorry.”

Lucifer took his teacup and saucer. He held them near his mouth, but didn’t seem very interested in actually drinking anything. Staring into the liquid, he spoke quietly, almost to himself. “I don’t understand why Diavolo relies on you so implicitly. Making you our attendant, appointing you as one of the founders of his new school… I don’t understand it.” He looked up at me. “I hope you don’t take offense, but I have no reason to trust you.”

I shook my head, though I felt pretty dejected. “I’m not offended. Like you said, you don’t have any way to know if I’m trustworthy or not.”

Lucifer stared at me for a few seconds, then set his tea down and sighed loudly. It was a sound I instantly recognized from my time with the brothers back in my era. That was how Lucifer sighed when he knew he should be angry with me, but he wasn’t, and he was frustrated with himself for giving me such lenient treatment. It was a very specific sigh, but I’d heard it enough times that I knew I was out of the woods. There was a light at the end of the tunnel. I wouldn’t die today.

“...That being said, I don’t have any particular reason to distrust you, or to question Diavolo’s judgment.” He leaned back in his seat. “The incident at the time of your arrival aside, it’s only to be expected that someone would be overwhelmed to suddenly receive so many responsibilities. And like I said, I don’t suspect you of any malicious intent in the incident this morning.”

I smirked internally.

“So, granted you understand your mistakes and promise to alter your behavior in the future, I don’t see how any severe reprisals could be of any benefit. However, I would prefer to be present during your interactions with my brothers for the foreseeable future.”

The internal smirk faded, replaced with a grimace. Oh, man. The boys were going to love this. I could already picture Mammon’s expression. Jaw hanging open, stuttered protests barely escaping his throat as his brain worked overtime, trying to process the sheer horror of sharing me with Lucifer “for the foreseeable future.”

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“What do you mean, ‘for the foreseeable future’?!” Mammon sputtered.

After Lucifer and I left the common room, Mammon had sprung on me with a request to go shopping. It was obvious he’d been waiting in the wings for me to finish with his brother. However, whatever hopes he’d been harboring about our afternoon were dashed when Lucifer smilingly agreed to join us.

“Nah, no way! I’m headed to Majolish. That place really ain’t your style,” Mammon had said, casually dropping an arm around my shoulders. “We’ll pick you up some new socks though.”

That was when Lucifer let the ax fall.

And the cries of disbelief began. “Foreseeable future? What the hell’s the foreseeable future?” Mammon didn’t have an arm slung around my shoulders anymore so much as he was clinging to me like a child afraid of losing his favorite toy.

“Long enough,” Lucifer chuckled. It was one of his scary chuckles; the kind he used when he knew he was jabbing someone where it hurt.

Mammon must have texted his brothers the news, because within minutes Belphegor and Leviathan were in the hall with us lodging their own complaints.

“You’ll get bored,” Levi insisted. “I need someone to be my P2 to unlock the rest of the achievements in Friday Night Fantasy II: Chronicles of Nox.” He looked at me. “I’m going to 100% it, and I’ll have to spend some time teaching you the basic mechanics, but it’s a pretty standard rogue-like game with a gacha system. You won’t have to worry about drawing for weapons or anything though because I’ve gotten pretty much everything, and the game’s got a trading system that you can abuse the hell out of. So we’ll have to get your account and character set up quickly before the developers crack down on that.” He turned back to Lucifer again with an uncharacteristically cheerful expression. “Wow, that probably sounded super boring to you, didn’t it! Don’t worry, we’ll be fine if you leave us alone. Don’t worry! Definitely don’t worry.”

Lucifer didn’t have a chance to respond to all that before another complaint went up.

“Hmm… We won’t need you around while I’m sleeping either.” Belphegor glared sullenly at his eldest brother. “Don’t be so controlling.”

Lucifer quirked an eyebrow. “You plan to…sleep? With our…?”

“I don’t want you to watch me when I’m sleeping.” Belphie interrupted as if he hadn’t heard his brother. He glowered at Lucifer through his mop of hair. “That would be creepy.”

“But ya do want some random demon from off the street to watch ya? At least be consistent,” Mammon scoffed. “Anyway, I dunno what you’re complainin’ about. You won’t know who’s around if you’re just sleepin’ anyway.”

“Not some random demon off the street. Our attendant.” Belphie cast a glance that was somehow both scorching and sleepy in Mammon’s direction. “I like listening to lullabies.” Then he shifted a softer glance in my direction. “You seem like you’d have a nice voice.”

Just what did these guys think an attendant’s job was?

“I don’t mind if Lucifer wants to eat with us,” Beelzebub offered. He and Asmo had turned up at some point while their brothers complained, and the front hall was starting to feel a little crowded.

“I don’t mind if Lucifer joins us either!” sang out Asmo, hugging my arm. “The more the merrier in my bathtub, that’s what I always say!”

Lucifer grimaced. “It hadn’t occurred to me that each of you independently planned to monopolize this demon’s time.”

“This is stupid.”

We all looked down the hall. Satan stood with his arms crossed over his chest, a characteristic scowl on his face.

“Ah, shouldn’t you be resting?” I asked, a little awkwardly from my spot squeezed between Mammon and Asmo, with Belphie drifting off on my shoulder.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he snapped, casting glares at all his brothers. He looked like a cat that entered a pen of puppies looking for a fight. At last his gaze landed on Lucifer. “What the hell is this stupid new rule they're all texting me about? You can’t trust us to take care of ourselves around one shrimpy demon?”

I somewhat resented the term “shrimpy”, but he wasn’t exactly wrong.

“This demon was trained in magic by the greatest human sorcerer to ever live,” Lucifer reminded him. “Though you seem unwilling to believe it, I have your best interests at heart.”

“I don’t want your protection. Do you really think so little of us that we don’t even get to have a say in the matter?”

“Satan,” Lucifer sighed, “there are many things about this world you don’t understand yet. You can’t learn everything from books, I’m afraid.”

For a moment, Satan looked genuinely taken aback. The moment ended quickly, though, and Satan’s tail snapped like a cracking whip. “Don’t speak to me like I’m a child!”

“Hey, hey, take it easy, guys,” Mammon cut in, letting go of me to position himself between his feuding brothers. “Listen, Lucifer, Satan’s got a point. You might be the de facto leader ‘round here, but ya can’t just go around makin’ up rules left and right.”

Lucifer’s reaction to Mammon’s interjection was frigid. His eyes wandered from Mammon, to Satan, then over to me. He almost looked like he expected me to add something to the debate. But I had enough sense not to stick my neck out in a situation like this–especially one that I indirectly caused.

Satan, on the other hand, looked like he’d been thrown entirely off his balance. The cocksure readiness to go into whatever might come next swinging had drained from his face, and instead, he was looking at Mammon as if he’d just discovered a new species of fruit bat. Surely this wasn’t the first time one of the brothers had taken his side in an argument…? Right?

“Ugh… I hate to say it, but Mammon’s making a lot of sense,” Belphie said, lifting his head from my shoulder and wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

“Why d’you hate to say that?!” Mammon exclaimed.

Belphie ignored him. “And Satan too. We aren’t little kids, y’know…?” He shifted his posture, now leaning against Beelzebub. “Isn’t this part of why we’re here in the first place…? Because we didn’t want to blindly follow orders from someone who thought they knew better than us?”

Lucifer had looked as chill as ice before, but a flicker of surprise broke his expression then. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and, unusually for him, he seemed to be taking a moment to decide what to say. “...Belphegor. Mammon. I understand your frustration. We’ve only just been given leave to live outside the Demon King’s castle, and here I am, imposing more restrictions on you.”

Satan’s face, which had been looking from Mammon to Belphie with an expression that almost resembled hope, clouded over and hardened as he looked at Lucifer again. “Don’t listen to him,” he said. His voice was steady, but there was a cloying desperation at the edge of the tone he used. “He’s full of it. You know he is.” He looked at the rest of his brothers, trying to rally them. “You don’t have to be obedient little boys anymore. This is Hell. We’re demons. And demons…” He cracked a smile. “...Don’t you want to spend time with your new ‘friend’?” He pointed at me, and I felt oddly exposed. I didn’t like the way he said friend. “Lucifer, are you jealous?”

His earnest expression had shifted into a sneer, and I realized that he’d lost the plot. Whatever he wanted to say against Lucifer, he’d thought better of it and switched tactics.

“Jealous?” Lucifer's expression was unreadable.

“Look at all your brothers. They’re just desperate to spend time with…what’d you say, Mammon? Some demon off the street?”

Mammon shifted uneasily, his eyes darting to me, then to the ground. “Well, yeah, but, I mean, I didn’t mean…”

“It seems a little bit like they’re all desperate to have someone else to rely on. Someone besides Big Brother.”

I glanced around at the rest of the brothers. They all avoided eye contact, and Beel gripped his gurgling stomach with both hands. They seemed unhappy, confused, and uncomfortable.

“Satan, I believe you’ve made your point.” Lucifer seemed to have fully recovered his composure. He exhaled and glanced around at his brothers. “There’s no need to make this matter so contentious. I won’t force my presence upon anyone if you really feel so strongly about it. But I expect to be informed of who you are with and where you are, if either of those things involve any of my brothers.” The last sentence was directed at me, and I nodded in amazement. Somehow… that had worked? I wasn’t sure if it was Satan or Belphie’s words or if it was little more than a tactical retreat by Lucifer, but seeing him back down shocked me.

I wasn’t the only one, either. All six of Lucifer’s brothers looked astounded. Even Satan was caught thoroughly by surprise.

“...Does that mean we can go to Majolish?” Mammon asked after a brief silence.

“I’m coming too!” cried Asmo.

“I wouldn’t mind the fresh air,” Belphie said with a soft smile.

Beel nodded to his twin. “We could get dinner while we’re out too.”

“Hey, whoa whoa whoa, that wasn’t an open invitation!” Mammon raised his hands up defensively and glared at his brothers.

Levi groaned. “I can’t believe I’m forced to go out with a bunch of normie extraverts like you.”

“Nobody’s forcing you to do anything! Stay home!” Mammon barked.

“Hm. It doesn’t seem like my presence would be such an encumbrance at this rate,” Lucifer commented. Then he laughed another one of his knife-twisting laughs. “I might as well come along after all.”

Mammon looked gutted, and Satan looked like Trotsky after the failed 1905 revolution. He didn’t meet my eyes as he turned around and walked deeper into the mansion.

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The trip to Majolish was about what you would expect. The place mostly cleared out when the brothers entered; their reputation as fallen angels was still fresh, and it was only due to their status as the demons who had tamed Cerberus that they were let inside at all.

The staff were standoffish, keeping behind the counter and in the lounge behind the shop as much as possible, but that didn’t bother the brothers much–not that I could tell, at least.

Mammon wanted me to watch him parade in and out of the dressing room in a whole variety of stupid outfits. Asmodeus wanted me to watch him parade in and out of the dressing room in a whole variety of stupid outfits while also trying on a bunch of stupid outfits myself. Levi settled into a chair outside the dressing room with a portable game console and became absorbed in it almost immediately. Belphie fell asleep in the chair beside him, hugging a pillow and resting his head on Levi’s shoulder. Beel kept wandering out of the front entrance and staring wistfully at the food stalls whose wares Lucifer refused to buy. Lucifer himself stood in the center of the store, browsing the socks and briefs with an expression of almost comical severity.

I sat on Levi’s other side whenever I wasn’t humoring Asmo’s need to dress me up, and between fielding Mammon and Asmo’s need for validation of their fashion tastes and listening to Levi explain his tactical decisions in My Secret Devildom Life, I stared out the window and demon-watched.

I wasn’t as surprised as I should have been when I noticed a certain yellow-haired demon loitering around the area, seemingly careful not to get too close to the store. I pulled my D.D.D. from my pocket.

> You can come in if you want. > 4:28 PM

I’ll admit, it was a little funny to watch Satan glance at his D.D.D. and do a double take before quickly retreating out of my line of sight.

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In the end, Lucifer was characteristically frugal, and Mammon and Asmo both left Majolish disappointed. But Mammon was still undeterred on one count.

“I’ll walk ya home. The rest of you can go get lost.”

He grabbed my hand and tugged me after him before his brothers could object.

So, I’ll come out and admit it. I’ve always had a soft spot for Mammon. He’s so full of bluster, but he’s the easiest guy to read, and there was something supremely satisfying to know someone was enamored with you in such a puppy-dog sort of way. So I didn’t really mind him pulling me along, introducing me to sites we both knew I was more familiar with than he was.

“You ever been to that joint?” He pointed to one of the classier restaurants in the shopping district. He continued without waiting for an answer. “I hear it’s run by a syndicate of witches. They’ve got pacts with some of the best chefs in the Devildom and they force ‘em to work crazy hours. Honestly, it’s wild to me how demons’ll make a pact with any old human with something half decent to offer. What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing.” I smiled to myself, but did my best to keep any further giggling to a minimum as memories of a frozen credit card crossed my mind.

The thing that was most amazing to me about the Devildom was how little it changed over the thousand or so years between this time and my own. Many of the same establishments were open, and the street layout was virtually identical. There was nothing to compare this to in the human world. Some human civilizations didn’t survive as long as a Devildom cafe apparently did. Still, this was good news for me. If I was playing the part of a demon, I should at least seem like I know my way around the Devildom I’ve presumably been living in since my birth.

I’d forgotten about Satan’s brief foray into stalking us outside Majolish by now. So when he was suddenly walking alongside me on my right, I almost jumped out of my skin. My hand tightened around Mammon’s, and he let out an embarrassing shriek of surprise when he saw who had joined us.

Satan found all this hilarious. He was snickering at my startled reaction already, but when Mammon yelped, he actually cackled.

“What the hell, Satan?!” Mammon’s face turned red as he realized how ridiculous he must have sounded, and he tugged me over to his other side so he was walking between Satan and me. “Lucifer said you weren’t supposed to leave the house today! Didn’t ya keel over earlier?”

Satan didn’t seem too bothered by our change in position. He kept on walking, undeterred. “The day I start willingly doing what Lucifer tells me to do is the day Hell freezes over,” he replied with a shrug.

“But you were sick earlier,” I argued. “I didn’t drag you halfway around the Devildom to get treatment just to have you pass out and die outside Cocytus Hall.”

“Drag him halfway ‘round the Devildom…?” Mammon looked at me with some confusion, then glared at Satan. “What the hell’d you do, anyway? I just thought ya were hungover!”

“You honestly thought that I was out binge drinking?” Satan delivered Mammon an intense, frosty stare. “You really think that’s what I’d do with my hard-won freedom?”

“I mean, that’s what I might do,” Mammon said, losing confidence partway through the statement. He caught Satan’s eye and waved a hand at him. “...Alright, whatever, it don’t matter anyway. But if you’re sick, you gotta go home!”

“It was food poisoning,” Satan said calmly. “I’m better now.”

It was more like poison poisoning, but I didn’t think Satan would want me to nitpick.

“Well, even if you ain’t sick. Go home.” Mammon gave Satan a meaningful stare, glanced at me, then looked at Satan again with raised eyebrows.

Satan pretended not to understand the not-so-subtle hidden message in the gestures. “No, I’d rather stay out here with you.” He leaned forward, looking past Mammon to see me better. “You’d know this. Where’s the library around here?”

“Hey, I might’ve known that,” Mammon argued.

“Do you?”

“Well…”

Satan nodded, then looked at me again. “So where is it?”

I glanced between the brothers, then shrugged to Mammon. “It’s not that far out of the way. I don’t mind showing him the library.”

Mammon groaned petulantly, but he didn’t have much of an argument against the detour. So we went off course to the south a short distance, and soon the spire of the library was visible above the lower roofs surrounding it.

“How many books does it have?” Satan asked me as we drew nearer.

“Uh,” I answered.

“Who the hell would know that?” Mammon said in my defense. “Lots! Duh!”

Satan pulled ahead of us as we approached the library’s entrance. When Mammon and I stepped inside, we found him staring up at the high walls, the ladders, the neatly ordered shelves, all crammed full of books. It was moments like these that reminded me how short a time Satan had actually been alive. It was evident he’d never seen anything like this before.

“How…do you know where anything is in a place like this?” he asked in a murmur.

“There’s a numerical organization system,” I explained. “There should be signs on the shelves that give an idea about the topics they cover. So, say, the ones over here–”

But he was already gone, darting from shelf to shelf like an excited kid. Mammon exhaled and looked at me.

“Alright, let’s beat it before he gets bored.”

“You don’t wanna watch him?” I asked.

Mammon looked bewildered by my question. “Why the hell would I wanna do that?”

“Look.”

I pointed to where Satan was balancing a few dozen books in his arms. Librarians, evidently recognizing a hazardous customer when they saw one, were shadowing him with obvious anxiety.

“Heh. Funny. Now come on, I gotta get you home before it gets too late.

I sighed, but I decided to humor him. Satan seemed busy enough, and Mammon was obviously feeling impatient and attention starved.

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Where did you go? 9:01 PM

I had just said goodbye to Mammon and flopped onto my own bed when my D.D.D. pinged me. It was a message from Satan.

My stomach dropped. I couldn’t help picturing him, standing with seventy books carefully balanced in his grasp, looking back and forth around the entrance to the library with growing dismay. We hadn’t even said goodbye, I recalled with a sinking pit of shame tunneling through my innards. We just left.

> Mammon wanted to go, and you seemed busy… > 9:03 PM

Okay. 9:04 PM

The terse reply sent a chill down my spine. As tired as I was, I found myself getting up again and heading to the door, slipping my shoes on.

> Are you angry? > 9:05 PM

I’m annoyed with you. 9:08 PM

Another chill. Most people would try to play something like this off, even if they were a little hurt, but not Satan. He was brutally honest.

At the very least you could have texted that you were leaving. 9:09 PM I think that’s pretty much common courtesy. 9:09 PM

> I’m sorry, Satan… > 9:10 PM

I stepped out into the night, feeling tired and guilty and a little peeved with myself for being such a soft-hearted idiot.

> I’m heading back over there now. > 9:11 PM

Don’t. I already left. 9:21 PM

…Ten minutes. He waited a full ten minutes to let me know I shouldn’t bother. Either his arms were full with books during his walk home, or he was a real jackass.

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