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demonvibez · 9 months

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Hello, I came here to ask you a request: Mc is wearing a pajama (nightgown, little shorts, whatever you want) that shows a little bit too much. So one day, Mc comes down to the kitchen in the middle of the night, taking advantage about the brothers sleeping in their rooms so no one would see her like this, and suddenly, she bump into one of the brothers. How would they react?

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, and sorry for the delay! I started working on it, got writer's blocked, solved the block, then got...inspired, lol. This ended up being like 8 lil narrative one shots. Anyways - This is only part one of two; hope you like! ♡

Characters: [Lucifer / Mammon / Leviathan / Satan] x F! Reader

Word Count: 4.6k+

Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes]

Tags: suggestive/sexual themes, making out, light petting/groping, reader = she/her pronouns, each demon has a lil backstory

[Part One of Two - Read Part Two Here]

It was late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you had just finished preparing yourself for bed. You had finished your homework for the day, as well as your nighttime routine, and it was time for you to settle down. Just as you sit down on the edge of your bed, you start thinking about how it would be nice to have a quick little snack before you turn in to sleep for the night. Picking up your DDD from the nightstand, you check the time to see just how late it was. You decide that it was probably late enough for everyone to be asleep, and it was safe to venture out into the house alone with what you are wearing - a skimpy spaghetti strap tank top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. You push yourself up off the bed and cross the room, making your way towards the door. Leaving your bedroom door open, you make your way towards the kitchen next door . . .

For the Avatar of Pride, staying up late and overworking himself was a normal part of his daily routine. Usually after dinner, he hides himself away in his study so that he can start working his way through the mountains of paperwork sent to him from his superiors. Usually every night, he has the same routine - he finishes his RAD related paperwork, takes a break to patrol the House, stops by the kitchen for a cup of Hell Coffee and then back up to his study to deal with the paperwork associated with his political duties.

Lucifer starts making his way down the hall for his nightly rounds through the House, as he normally does at this hour. He usually does this in order to make sure his brothers’ mischief was kept at a minimum, but it’s in order to keep you safe as well. He couldn't help but to notice that the chaos in their House had increased quite a bit since you had arrived - some of it from his brothers dragging you into their antics, some of it chaos created all on your own, and some of it external chaos that seeks to consume your beautifully shiny soul. When you first arrived here, you used to be a major source of his headaches. He used to struggle with how to punish you, seeing as you were the fragile little human sent here for Lord Diavolo's exchange mission. But now, the more Lucifer thinks about you, he cannot deny to himself the fondness that has grown for you within his heart. A smile twitches at his lips for a brief moment before he refocuses himself on his task.

Just as he is making his way down the stairs to check the first floor, he hears a noise coming from the kitchen area, a faint glow emitting from its frame and spilling into the hallway. He lets out an exasperated sigh to himself, believing it to be Beelzebub on one of his frivolous late night snack missions. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he strides towards the kitchen door, scripting the lecture he wants to give in his mind as he walks. How many times must he punish the Sixth Born?

When he reaches the doorway, he halts at the unexpected sight before him, and he can’t help but to stand back and observe. He sees you in the kitchen, illuminated by the light of the refrigerator, looking through what’s left of its contents for a snack. You look so innocent while doing so, completely unaware of your surroundings. He wasn’t used to seeing you like this - hell, he wasn’t even used to seeing you dressed like this. Usually dressed in your RAD uniform, the attire you were currently wearing is much more revealing than what he is used to seeing you in. The way the thin cotton fabric clings to your curves, he couldn't stop his eyes from roaming your entire body. You grab something from the fridge, closing it before making your way over to the kitchen island with the leftover Acidic Hell Fries you found. Sitting down with your back turned to the door, you open up the tray and lean in to take a bite, all the while Lucifer can’t help but notice the way your shirt rides up the arch of your back, the way the waistband of your shorts sit right at your hip, the way your skin just looks so soft. He wasn’t sure how a human could stir up such emotions in him, but he was in fact curious to see where it would take him.

In a rare moment of impulsivity, Lucifer swiftly makes his way towards you. Before you even have time to register the Avatar of Pride's presence, he sets both of his hands on the table on each side of you, effectively trapping you between him and the counter. He leans down closer to your ear, the scent of his cologne filling your senses, as he whispers your name into your ear with a very seductive tone. "What do you think you're doing here," he asks, his tone husky as you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin. Your pulse accelerates as he presses his lips to your earlobe, his gloved hands now slowly finding their way around your waist as Lucifer trails light kisses down the soft flesh of your neck. You would usually have some sort of snarky comeback for Lucifer, stating how it was obvious why you were in the kitchen shoveling fries into your face at half past midnight. But in this moment you couldn't muster up a retort, your brain beginning to fog up with the haze of pleasure that Lucifer's touch can bring. As he continued to tease your neck, occasionally nipping at it with his fangs, his hands began to drift lower on your body, lightly teasing at your waistband. One of his hands pulls your chin up to him, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips collide with yours in a way that sets your soul ablaze with passion.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss, your eyes slowly opening to see his crimson orbs gazing back at you with lust, love and admiration. He slightly loosens his hold on you, before turning you around on the barstool you sat upon to face him. He brushes the hair out of your eyes, tucking it back behind your ear before leaning down to press one more kiss on your lips. When he pulled away this time, you chased his lips with his own, filling him with a sense of pride at the idea that you're craving more of him - much like he craves more of you. He lets out a small chuckle before suddenly sweeping you up in his arms, your legs dangling over one side while your arms instinctively wrap around his neck for safety. "We're heading straight to my room," he said along with your name in a confident tone, "and I hope you have plenty of energy, because we won't be getting much sleep tonight." He carried you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, taking no time getting you to his room and into his silk sheets.

Mammon had just recently arrived home about an hour ago from one of his many side hustles he did to help earn some extra Grimm and pay back a few of his debts. The witches have been hassling him even more than normal recently, threatening a variety of curses if he doesn't comply with their demands, so he's had to take up multiple side hustles in order to make enough money. He could have sworn he paid them off a while ago - math is one of Mammon's strong suits and he always keeps his debt ledger up to date. He's pretty damn sure the witches are just jealous of you, and take it out on him one of the few ways they know will work. They would never mess with you directly - and risk earning the wrath of all seven Avatars of Sin? And perhaps even the Future King of the Devildom himself? Hell nah. They'll just keep toying with Mammon the way they know best.

Normally, Mammon would be pretty exhausted after a grueling shift of serving tables at Hell’s Kitchen, but tonight for some reason, he was feeling restless and couldn’t seem to settle down. He had completed his nightly routine and settled into bed, but he found himself feeling restless, scrolling Devilgram instead and finding himself growing bored rather quickly. After tossing and turning in his bed for what felt to him like an eternity, he let out an annoyed groan and pushed himself out of bed. If he couldn’t lull himself to sleep, he might as well go find his favorite human. He crossed the room to pick up his designer underwear and sweatpants off the couch, slipping them both on before making his way to the door. Once his door is closed, he starts briskly but silently making his way across the hall and down the stairs, doing his best to avoid running into any of his brothers - namely, Lucifer.

Making a beeline straight for your room, Mammon notices the door is open and just walks inside as if he owns the place. “Oi, human! I’m bored, why don't ya-” he says, before looking around to see that the room is actually empty. “Where the hell even are ya,” he mumbles to himself with an exasperated huff, turning about-face and exiting your room. As he steps out into the hallway, he finally notices the kitchen light is on. He starts stomping his way over to the kitchen, mumbling something about how much work it is to watch after one stupid little human, when he crosses the threshold of the door and almost bumps into you as he is turning the corner. "Aye, what gives," he says in an almost shouting tone, "ya gotta watch it, human! Ya gotta be more careful! Ya ain't always gonna have the Great Mammon to..." he trailed off as he finally looks down at you, taking in fully just how you look and what you are wearing. His eyes widen and his jaw drops, standing there completely frozen in shock as his eyes scan you up and down repetitively.

Despite the many times the two of you have shared a bed, he has never seen you wear something so small and form fitting as pajamas before. Usually when he was over, you'd just wear an oversized tee shirt and some baggy sweatpants, which was usually cute and endearing in its own way. But tonight, since you assumed you would be spending the night alone, you wore something you thought no one would see you in. And now here you are in the kitchen, the Avatar of Greed stood in front of you, a blushing and stammering mess. The more of his golden eyes took in of you, the more he could feel the greed rise up within him. Every little inch of skin, every little curve of your body has Mammon craving more and more, his avarice knowing no bounds when it comes to you. Typically, in moments like these, the tsundere side of Mammon's brain would kick in, and a flurry of denials would leave his lips before you could even playfully accuse him of anything. Seeing you like this has Mammon forgetting all about those silly habits, his mind focused on wanting only one thing - you.

In this moment, Mammon can't help but succumb to his greed. His hands reach out to pull you into his bare chest, his demon form now on full display and eyes glowing as gold as Grimm. His arms tighten around you in a possessive hold as he buries his face in your hair, your scent as intoxicating to him as the most expensive Demonus on record. You feel his hands roam your body, feeling both his soft skin and his rings' hard metal gliding up and down your back. You melt into his touch, your arms instinctively wrapping around his torso. "I've been lookin' for ya," he mumbles into your hair. Before you can even fathom a response, Mammon's hands find their way under your ass, hoisting you up and setting you on the counter. He leans in and presses his lips to yours with a sense urgency you hadn't seen from the Avatar of Greed previously, his yearning and need for you growing with each kiss. As his tongue brushes your lips, they part and allow him entrance, and the way your two tongues dance with each other sends Mammon over the edge, feeling that same greed start to build within you. Mammon's kisses became hungrier and sloppier the more he could feel his sin in the air, a hint of lust mixing with it as his hands squeeze your ass, your own hands roaming his beautifully brown torso. "Mine," he states simply, as he breaks the kiss momentarily.

He picks you up once again, your legs squeezing his waist as you fling your arms around his neck. He runs off with you to his room to have his way with you - and to hoard you to himself like the Devildom's finest treasure.

It wasn’t at all unusual for Leviathan to stay up all hours of the night. On this night in particular he was counting down the hours until the newest merch drop from his favorite idol group, Sucre Frenzy. He picks up his Bufo Egg Milk Tea to take a sip, only to hear the slurping sound of his cup being empty. Looking at the clock at the bottom right of his monitor, he mentally notes that he still has an hour and a half before the drop, which should be more than enough time to run downstairs and raid the fridge. He presses pause on the song he was listening to on Devilfy, pulling off his headset and making his way out of his bedroom door. He pulls his DDD out of the pocket of his hoodie, swiping it open and pressing on the 'Mononoke Land' app. Checking to see if there were currently any in-game spirits lurking in the House, Levi games as he presses forward towards the kitchen, his own IRL mission falling to the back of his mind as he continued to focus on the side quest on his phone. One hand in his pocket while the other clutches his device, his tail slides along the handrail of the staircase, making sure he doesn't stumble as he tunes out the rest of the world.

He really hopes you can make it to hang out for the drop tonight! When he invited you at dinner you seemed interested, but you told him you weren't sure if you'd be able to stay awake that late or not. He would really love it if you are able to - everything is more enjoyable for the Lord of Shadows when he has his Henry by his side! It makes him excited even thinking about it! Maybe he'll swing by your room on the way back from the kitchen and see if you're awake! Or...that maybe awkward? What if you're asleep and he wakes you up? What if he annoys you? Maybe he'll just send you a text instead. Either way, he loves you more than all of his anime combined, and it would be the highlight of his entire month to spend tonight's event with you.

Refocusing on his game, he turns the corner to cut back towards the kitchen. He doesn't even notice the kitchen light on ahead, nor does he hear the clattering and clanking coming from inside. All he can seem to focus on is Mononoke Land. As he walks past your room, he does a double take, expecting to see you in your bed. On second glance, he notices you missing from your room, and Leviathan couldn't help but be confused as he pauses in your doorway. It's almost one in the morning and you aren't in your room?! Where in the Devildom could you possibly be?! You're probably hanging out with one of his brothers, aren't you?! You're probably in one of their rooms, in one of their beds, doing Dia knows what while he's down here getting some stupid snacks for his stupid merch drop. 'Stupid stupid stupid I'm so stupid! Of COURSE she wouldn't want to waste time her time with a disgusting otaku like me! IT'S NOT FAIR IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!!' A wave of envy washes over him so powerful that he fights everything within himself not to summon Lotan and flood the House. His fists clench his DDD, stressing it from the pressure as his knuckles turn white. His eyes blaze a bright orange as jealousy rages within him like a hurricane brewing over the sea.

Wanting nothing more than to barricade himself in his room and never come out, Leviathan angrily marched onward towards the kitchen, determined to get his snacks and get the hell back to his room so he can wallow in his feelings. Hastily making his way through the kitchen's threshold, he doesn't see you as he barrels straight into you, knocking you backwards. Before his mind can fully process what's going on, his tail grabs ahold of you, wrapping around your waist and preventing you from hitting the floor. His eyes finally connect with yours, and he realizes that it's you he has run into. A quick scan of the room tells him you had been in here alone, and suddenly he feels foolish for the jealous tantrum he was throwing in his mind.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry...I didn't see y-you th-" he stammers, now looking down at you to see exactly what you were dressed in. Is this what you normally wear to bed? Levi hadn't ever seen anything like it in real life. The way the fabric highlights all of your best features, putting just the right amount of emphasis on how perfect your curves were...he could have sworn you were drawn by his favorite manga artist. His eyes roamed your body up and down, his face heating up as rapidly as his heart rate is rising. 'OH FUCK, I'm staring aren't I?! She probably hates me, I'm so gross, such a worthless perv, I need to stop staring WHATTHEFUCKDOIDO?!?' he panics internally, his hands starting to tremble. He tilts his head down to focus on the floor, when he finally processes that his tail has been autonomously wrapped around your waist the entire time. "I'M SO SORRY," he half shouts at you, as he starts to unravel his tail.

Suddenly, Levi takes pause, as he hears you gently call out his name, one of your hands resting on his tail while the other reaches out to stroke his cheek. "Levi...whatever you're thinking right now...stop," you reassured him. Before he could hide his face from you, you leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft but loving kiss. At first, Levi just stands there frozen in shock but after a moment he kisses you back. He's still unsure of what to do with himself - he doesn't want to ruin this moment - but he doesn't want it to end either, so he stands with his hands awkwardly at his sides and pours every ounce of love of passion he can into the kiss. While he may not know what to do with his hands, his tail seemed to enjoy exploring your body, causing you to let out a tiny soft moan when it makes its way around the top of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his neck, continuing the kiss as you press your body against his.

After a few more moments, the two of you pull away from each other, both trying to catch your breaths. Before Leviathan could even muster a response, you grab his hand, the sweetest of smiles plastered across your face. "Come on, let's go to your room, Levia-chan. I can think of a few ways for us to kill time until your merch drop launches," you said as you start pulling him towards the door. Suddenly you weren't tired, and Levi didn't care about the snacks - with you, he may even end up forgetting about the merch drop.

Before you had even thought of grabbing a snack from the kitchen, Satan had already made his way down there and was rifling his way through the fridge looking for something suitable to feed his secret kitten friend out in the garden. Earlier in the night, Satan came outside to the garden in order to calm down and let his inner rage subside. He had wanted to spend the remainder of his evening with you curled up in his lap as he reads to you, a warm fire crackling in the fireplace nearby, as the two of you ignore the world for each other and a great plotline - there was no other way he'd rather spend his evening. But of course, his insufferable eldest brother had to stick his prideful nose in where it didn't belong and drag you away, just as he was asking you to join him after dinner. It was almost as if the Avatar of Pride has an extra sense for when Satan wanted alone time with you, always interfering and coming up with some smug excuse as to why you need to be stolen away right when Satan needs you. That pompous ass was always going out of his way to stoke the flames of Satan's wrath on purpose! 'One day he'll get back at that bastard, he'll put him right in his place!'

Satan continued pacing in circles in the garden, his demon form on full display as rage flows through him like an ice river through one of the lower pits of hell. He wasn't doing the best job at calming himself down at first, you not being there to help ground him, so it was taking a bit longer than normal. It was always so much easier to calm himself with you there - just a few simple words or a quick hug usually doing the trick. But for now he was alone, and he was drawing a blank on what he else should do. He completed one more pace around the garden before, before letting out an annoyed huff and sat himself down on the nearest bench. As he was about to pull out his DDD to text you to see where you were, he hears a rustling in the bushes. His emerald eyes scan the area, no signs of life immediately apparently, before he sees a pair of glowing eyes peer out at him from underneath one of the bushes. A small smile tugs at his lips as it dawns on him who the eyes belong to - one of his stray feline friends that likes to wander through every now and then. He pushes himself up off the bench and slowly crosses over towards the cat, holding out his hand as he tries to coax it out of the bush. The cat immediately starts to back into the bush, shaking it's head at Satan, causing him to take pause. He chuckles to himself as he comes to the realization of what she is asking for - the cat wants a treat.

Satan straightens himself up, making his way back into the House to find some cat friendly snacks in the kitchen. When he arrives there, he is alone, and makes a beeline straight for the fridge. It was usually wishful thinking for anyone in the House of Lamentation to try to hide food in the kitchen, but sometimes Satan was able to get away with it for the sake of his kitten buddies. Crouching down to open the bottom drawer, Satan reaches in to pull out some of the Devildom cat treats he had stashed back behind the drawer. Setting the pouch of treats on the counter, he opens up one of the cupboards and pours what is left of the treats onto a saucer, before tossing the empty wrapper in the trash and making his way towards the kitchen door. Little did he expect in all of this, you came walking through the door at the same time, neither of you really paying attention. Before either of you can stop yourselves, you quite literally run into each other, the saucer of meaty cat treats smooshing against Satan's chest and then dropping to the floor. Satan can feel his wrath rising inside him once again, drenching him like an ice cold shower, his aura turning dark as his demon form makes an appearance once again. He hasn't even looked up to see who caused the collision, assuming one of his brothers is to blame yet again, his jaw clenching as his mind races to formulate it's retaliation.

His glowing green eyes finally lift to see exactly who the guilty party is, only for his eyes to meet yours instead. You begin to stammer out a stream of apologies, but seeing you immediately calms the inner turmoil of his mind, the storm suddenly calm within him.

His gazes roams over you for a moment, Satan suddenly finding himself speechless as he takes in exactly how breathtaking you look in such casual attire. The way straps of your tank top accentuate your collar bones, giving way to how the fabric hugs your perfect chest...Satan suddenly couldn't remember what he was mad about in any point in the day. He couldn't even bother to care why he was in the kitchen in the first place. He gently takes one of your hands with both of his, raising it to his lips to press a kiss into your knuckles. A warm smile spreads across his face as his hands find your hips, pulling you closer into him. One of his hands moves to rub the small of your back as the other tilts your chin upwards to him. He holds your gaze for a moment, adoration apparent in his eyes, before he leans in to share a passionate kiss with you.

The moment his lips caress your own, your heartbeat goes through the roof, and you can't help but to lean into him and melt into his touch. His hand on your chin moves to hold the back of your neck, his tongue brushing your bottom lip, asking for more. Your hands find themselves on his chest as your lips back, your tongues clashing together in a desperate bid to feel more of each other. Your hands slide down his chest and abs, lightly tugging at his belt when you get to his waist. He chuckles into the kiss before nipping at your bottom lip with one of his fangs, grabbing your hips with both hands as he slows the pace of the kiss.

Eventually he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. "You always know how to make me feel better, kitten," he said as you slide your hands up his front and lace them behind his neck. "What do you say we retreat to my room to continue this encounter?" he leans in to steal one more kiss from you lips before taking you by the hand and pulling you up to his room.

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azulashengrottospiano · 1 year

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a helping human hand

SUMMARY: Lucifer eavesdrops on you and figures out why his brothers have been easier on him lately.

CHARACTER: Lucifer.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: my acts of service love language just wants to help him out in subtle ways.

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Lucifer is on cooking duty. This means he has to leave his brothers in the dining room to cause chaos as they trickle in for the morning. He keeps an ear out for them as he prepares omelets with various vegetables and meats (for nutrition, since quite a few of his brothers never seem to eat properly when they’re left to their own devices.)

“And Belphie, you have a test in your first period today...”

He perks up at the sound of your voice, a smile spreading across his lips before he can stamp it out. There isn’t anyone in the kitchen, he thinks, so maybe he doesn’t have to pretend like your presence doesn’t make him absolutely delighted.

“Levi, make sure you eat lunch while we aren’t here. And Beel, I’ve packed an extra breakfast for you. Mammon, good morning. Do you have your stuff put together?”

He feels his brow furrow as he listens to you, the careful consideration you give to his brothers making his heart feel warm. He takes pride in his work, handling off the household burdens and making sure his brothers get through school just fine, all while acting as Lord Diavolo’s right hand man. He noticed the slight changes in his brother's schedules and wondered what had made them remember things they usually forgot, only to find out now that it had been you.

“Mammon, watch your food!”

He steps out of the kitchen with the omelets he made only to see you, rubbing insistently at Mammon’s face with a napkin as he whines and tries to get away. He sees the pancakes he prepared earlier on his brother’s plate, and figures Mammon almost spilled syrup on himself. That would have been a pain to wash out of his clothes.

“Hello, Lucifer.” you smile, oblivious to his eavesdropping, “Do you need any help in the kitchen?”

“I can handle it.” he says, setting the omelets down in front of his brothers, “You just eat. I’ll be ready in time.”

“You always are.” you hum, that smile still on your face as you turn away from him.

He appreciates the way you don’t pry, letting him do most of his work that he takes so much pride in. Despite the fact that he feels the same about taking care of his brothers, he supposes he doesn’t mind if you help out a bit.

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hopeluna-archived · 9 months

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m.list

"Come on, gimme a kiss"

He doesn't wait for a reply, not that he has to, the look on your face is enough. Grabs your chin softly with a touch so light, it litters goosebumps on your skin, leaning forward to capture your lips between his, kissing you gently, almost teasing.

Just as quickly as he had kissed you, he lets go, leaning back to watch in slight amusement as you subconsciously lean in to chase his touch.

Only when you open your eyes does he make a show of licking his lips, humming in thought "I like the new chapstick", huffing a chuckle when you're eyes widen and you lean forward to almost sit on his lap.

Kissing you again with a tight grip on your waist, this time its not so gentle nor teasing, its more possessive and strong that suggests the start of something more.

You can feel his smirk against your neck with the kisses that he litters, lightly biting when you let out a small, barely audible whimper that makes him tighten his grip more on you.

"Getting excited now, are we?"

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certifiedlucifersimp · 1 year

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Saw a image on Pinterest and it reminded me of a certain demon

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misc-obeyme · 5 months

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There are times when Lucifer is acutely aware of how much he needs you. For so long, he survived without you. How many years had he spent working, fighting, protecting his family, all on his own? He hadn't needed you before. When had you walked so freely into his heart?

Lucifer couldn't be sure when it began. Perhaps it was the day you first made him hell coffee and the bitter flavor exploded on his tongue. The revelation of your feelings was enough for him to realize his own - the acknowledgment of a fondness that had been creeping in ever since he first saw you.

Now he felt it every time you sat beside him in his office, keeping him company late into the night as he tackled his mountains of paperwork. He would look up from his desk to see you there, content to simply be in his presence. He couldn't deny the way his chest became warm when you inevitably sensed his regard, looked up to meet his eyes, and smiled.

Lucifer felt it every time you accompanied him to the store, keeping track of all the things his brothers requested. Things he would have forgotten if not for your consideration. The way you so effortlessly moved with him, working in tandem as though you had but one mind.

He felt it whenever you brought him a glass of Demonus as he sat in the music room, listening to the latest cursed record he had obtained. How you would linger in the doorway with the glass in your hand, giving him the chance to turn off the record if it was one you couldn't listen to before you came in.

For so long, Lucifer had believed he didn't need anyone else. Until you came along and stood beside him as though that's where you had always belonged. And the longer you stayed there, the more difficult it became for him to pretend he didn't need you.

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baby-beelzeburger · 1 year

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Headcanon: The brothers finding you asleep in their bed [Part One]

➳ Summary: The brothers come home late to find MC sleeping in their bed. When asked, MC admits that they missed them while they were gone.

➳ Content info: MC is gender neutral and uses they/them. Emotionally constipated demons but lots of fluff and sweetness.

➳ Characters: Lucifer and Mammon

➳ Word Count: Lucifer- 1,626 // Mammon- 2,425

Part Two

Lucifer had been out all night on buisness. After the student council meeting had concluded that afternoon, he had stayed behind with Diavolo to continue discussion on the topics they went over, then made use of the time by filling out some important paperwork. Afterwards, Diavolo had managed to talk him into returning to the Demon Lord’s Castle for dinner, and had kept him there for quite some time with aimless chatter.

Though it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his time (even if he’d never admit that he did,) he was exhausted by the time he returned home. It was late enough that the entire House of Lamentation was still. Not a sound could be heard. Even when that fact made Lucifer feel uneasy, he figured it was just late enough that everyone was keeping to themselves. He stood at the entrance as he briefly considered visiting your room to see if you were in bed already, and to say goodnight if you weren't. Yet, he soon decided against it and turned through the halls to reach his own room instead.

When he arrived at his room, he felt a feeling in his gut telling him that something was off. He interpreted this feeling to mean something was wrong, and so he was immediately on guard, expecting another one of Satan and Belphegor’s lame tricks. He gripped the doorknob carefully, turning it slowly as he peered into the dark room.

His eyes immediately found you, lit by nothing but the candle on his bedside table. His first instinct was to be confused, although his guard was instantly lowered. What were you doing in his room? Was there something wrong with your own that made it uninhabitable? Perhaps Beel went on another one of his hunger-rampages, yet again destroying the kitchen and, consequently, your room as well. But why would you choose his room over anyone else’s to rest in?

Confusion turned into concern as he stood in the doorway, just staring, unsure. He stood there for a moment, not sure if he should disturb you. But eventually his feelings of concern and curiosity won over, and he walked over to kneel at your bedside.

His gloved hand reached out to shake your shoulder, even though he didn’t want to. He couldn’t help but think about how precious you looked, fast asleep, nestled in his bed. Of course, it wasn’t strange to see you relaxed, as time spent between the two of you was often spent in silence. But there was a special kind of feeling in his heart to see you so tranquil, without any sign of the stressors you faced.

Your eyes fluttering open brought him back from his thoughts, although he was distracted again only seconds later by the thought of how cute you were when you were sleepy.

Your half-lidded eyes ridden with fatigue focused on him after a few moments of rubbing them with your fist. Your gaze morphed to match his confusion, before it changed to realization, then embarassment.

“Oh, you're back already?” You asked, eyes darting around the room, “What time is it?"

“Quite late,” He responded, “Why are you sleeping here? Is there something wrong with your room?”

”No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just...” Your voice got quiet as you lowered your head, "’M sorry, Luci, I just missed you.”

In that moment, all Lucifer could do was thank himself for the years of training himself to be more reserved, more stoic. Otherwise it would’ve been utterly embarrasing to show just how flustered that made him feel.

"I was only gone for a few hours.” He responded, voice staying leveled despite the way his heartbeat began picking up, “You just saw me this morning.”

Your only response was to shrug, looking sheepish. He sighed, shaking his head at your strangeness. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever understand you. And yet, with every odd little thing you did, he couldn’t help but become even more endeared to you. Couldn’t help but to fall even deeper in love.

Did you know that you were doing this? Did you know your effect on him? Did you know that you had him so tightly wrapped around your finger? It felt strange, he felt strange. How could he have let his guard down so much to let a human worm their way into his heart? How did you make this happen?

He cleared his throat to dismiss the thoughts from his mind. You looked nervous, like his silence meant that he was going to scold you. Instead, he was so lost in swirling thoughts of affection that, in that moment, he could never dream of doing so. Scolding you meant that you would never pull somehting like this again. And deep, deep down, he knew that he wanted you to. Even every night, if you so wished.

“Very well,” He said, and he heard his own voice waver. He hoped you hadn’t noticed as he got back onto his feet. The movement drew your eyes up to him, and your face changed from nerves to confusion again. “I’ll go sleep in the study. Goodnight, MC.”

He made it one single step away from his bed before your hand reached out to grab at his wrist. His entire body tensed, put off by the sudden contact. He did his best to will his muscles to relax, not wanting to exhibit any weakness. It wasn’t anything against you, just a reflex rooted deep within him. He wanted to be vulnerable with you, but he found it so hard to allow himself that pleasure.

“Wait,” Your voice came from behind him. Lucifer still hadn’t turned around, but he could tell by the sound of your voice that you were pleading with him.

Please don’t, he begged to you within his own thoughts, please don’t make it more difficult then it needs to be.

“Will you stay?”

Your voice sounded so soft. So innocent.

His knees felt weak.

Please don’t tempt me, MC.

He tried to resist the urge to turn around, but very soon he lost that battle. It was an impossible one to win. Your voice was like a siren’s song. Your touch, even through his sleeve, felt irresitable to shun away.

He turned to gaze at you over his shoulder. The moment your eyes met, he knew the war was over. You had won.

“Fine,” Lucifer murmured, his voice filled with surrender, “ I will stay, only until you fall alseep.”

You nodded, a smile spreading across your lips. Pride swelled within him when he realized that he caused that smile. It was one of his favorite things to do, to see you smile, and he wished to see it in his every waking moment. And he always wanted to be the cause of it.

When did that become such a top priority for him?

You scooted over towards the other side of his massive bed, forcing him to sit as you pulled him along with you. Resigning to the force of you dragging him along, Lucifer kicked off his shoes and stretched his legs out in front of him. He rested his back against the headboard of his bed and settled in, though he didn’t plan to be there for long. Just until you fell asleep, then he would slip away to sleep in his study as orginally planned.

Except, he didn’t stop you as you came in closer. Didn’t stop you as you rested your head on his chest. Didn’t stop you from draping your arm over his waist. How could he? If you truly missed him that much, how could he stop you from indulging in this moment?

What’s worse, however, was that Lucifer didn’t stop himself from wrapping an arm around you; from pulling you impossibly closer. Didn’t stop himself from basking in your warmth, or in your weight on top of him. He thought he was strong, one of the strongest demons there was. He took pride in his ability to never crack under pressure. Took pride in how he had no weakness to speak of, or at least that he never showed such a thing. And yet, here you were, and he simply couldn’t resist your gentle urging. Couldn’t resist basking in your affection the moment he had it.

What were you really? Because Lucifer was no longer sure he would take “human” as an answer. You had to be something else. Something more.

He was lost in these thoughts, staring accusatory at the top of your head, when he felt a weight settle on his hand. His eyes darted towards the feeling, and found your hand placed gently atop his. His heart surged again.

“G’night, Luci,” You mumbled, voice muffled and words slurred. Before he could respond, he already knew you had fallen asleep. You’d used your last bit of energy for the day to wish him a pleasant night. And no doubt, it was a good night indeed.

“Goodnight, MC.” He said in response, even despite your unconciousness. Perhaps you could still hear him, deep in the dreamworld you were being sucked into.

Then, and only then, did he let his fingers wrap around your own. Once he was sure you were lost to the waking world. Only then could he bear to respond to such affections. And he didn’t let go, even though you were sleeping. Even though he promised himself he would leave.

Even as his eyes slid closed. And even as he recognized, as he too was drifting to sleep, that his neck would ache come morning due to his position. He didn’t care, though. Not if it meant he would be able to rest there and keep your hand safe in his.

It wasn’t until early, early morning that Mammon had returned to the House of Lamentation. He had been out all night at the casino, and had even won quite a big sum of grimm. This unusual luck even seemed to carry on, as he had managed to slip back into the house without drawing the attention of Lucifer. That was definitely an uncommon occurance.

Now that he thought of it, Mammon remembered his older brother mention something about being out late, but surely he’d be back by now? Maybe he was so tired from whatever boring buisness he had attented to that he was passed out and wouldn’t wake ‘til dawn, not even thinking to check on Mammon and his other brothers’ wareabouts. That was rather uncharacteristic of Lucifer, but Mammon didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He just won big, and he didn’t want to put a damper on that by seeking out trouble.

Still, Mammon didn’t want to be too loud, so he carefully tip-toed up the old stairs of the main hall and up to his room. He was exhausted after such an exciting night, and was looking forward to crashing. Maybe he’d even skip out on school the next day so he could catch up on his z’s.

As slow as possble, Mammon turned the doorknob to his room and pushed the door open. He held his breath the entire time, keenly aware that the room just beside his was Lucifer’s.

But eventually, he made it inside, and breathed out in relief. He flicked on the lights and welcomed the familiarity of the sight before him. The warming sight of his sanctuary. The place where he could escape from everything, even Lucifer. It was even better when you were there with him.

Speaking of, you looked so cute over there, snuggling your face against his pillows.

With a warm smile, Mammon headed towards his closet to get undressed for the night. He made it halfway across the room before he realized that you in his bed, snuggling his pillows was not a usual familiarity.

His entire body went stiff mid-step, like he was hit with a spell to freeze him in his tracks. His head slowly turned back towards his bed, expecting what he saw to be just a trick of the brain. Except it wasn’t. You were still there, his blanket draped over your hips. Your chest rose and fell slowly, and your face was burried in his pillow, your arms holding it tight to your chest.

Heart beating rapidly within the confines of his chest, he tip-toed once again, over to the bedside. He stared at you with widened eyes, wondering what kind of freaky trick this was. Maybe Lucifer really did find out that he was out and decided to cast some spell on his bed to play a cruel prank on him.

No, no, no, that didn’t make sense. Lucifer doesn’t pull cheap pranks like that. That sounds more like something Belphie and Satan would do. And even though he was often the target of ridicule from those two, he wasn’t often the victim of their tricks. All their best ones were reserved for Lucifer himself.

So then what was this? Surely, if he went downstairs to your room, the real you would be sleeping in your own bed? Maybe one of those cursed witches snuck in and cast a spell to try and trap him?

No, no, no, that doesn’t make sense either.... Lucifer would never let that happen. Mammon was safe here. You and his brothers were safe here too. Lucifer would never let an intruder in. So what was it?

Finally giving in, Mammon reached across the bed to touch your face. He barely let even his fingertips graze your cheek, but you felt so real. So warm. Was this really you after all?

Gently, either in fear that he would wake you, or in fear that whatever trap this was would be triggered, he settled down next to you. He kicked off his shoes and rested his back against the headboard, but he didn’t dare get underneath the covers. It made his heart race even faster, just the thought of sharing covers with you.

Then, he just sat there, unsure what to do. Should he try waking you? Just try and go to sleep? Why is his heart beating so damn fast?

His eyes flickered over to you. He tried to keep his gaze anywhere but you, but it was too hard. Too tempting to look at you resting beside him. In his bed.

He felt like a creep, but he couldn’t help how his eyes eventually became glued to you. Examining every detail of your face. He couldn’t even recall the last time he’d seen you look so... relaxed? Days were always so chaotic around here. Usually you were running around with him and his brothers, excited. Laughing that stupid laugh that made his heart soar, even when it was directed at him. Or you were stressed, worried about a dumb situation that someone got themselves into, or anxious about school.

Now you were just.... Calm. Your expression was quiet, unbothered. It was just precious how the corners of your lips were upturned in the gentlest of smiles. It was addicting to look at. Even more addicting then gambling, more addicting then making money. Somehow a stronger pull then the ever-present urge of greed deeply seeded in his heart.

Mammon swore in that moment that if the only thing he could ever do for the rest of his long life was lay there in bed with you and gaze at how sweet and serene you looked while you rested, he would gladly do it.

Mammon wasn’t really sure how long he sat there, yearning for you. He didn’t have the heart to wake you, and certainly didn’t have the desire to kick you out. So, he just sat there, so lost in it that he didn’t even notice your eyes flutter open. Didn’t notice how, as your blurry vision cleared, a look of confusion started to disturb the peace.

He thought maybe he was just hearing things, when your sleepy voice called out his name. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he figured it was too good to be true. But then he heard it again, and he snapped out of his little daydream to glance up and meet your gaze. Frightened by the realization that your eyes were open, Mammon jumped back and tumbled over the edge of his bed, landing with a thud on the floor.

He heard you gasp, but he was too occupied with the sudden pain in the back of his head, which he definitely hit in the fall. He rubbed his head, groaning in pain, a sense of embarassment washing over him. He could barely muster the courage to open his eyes and face you, but it was an instinctual response to do so the moment he could feel a presence looming over him.

You were leaning over the side of the bed to look at him, worry etched across your face. He scolded himself for ruining your calmness.

Still, he wanted to save face. He had to act cool in front of you. He couldn’t believe he had really just done that, scrambling over the edge of his bed like a moron. Of course, it wasn’t the first time he had made a fool of himself in front of you, and it defintely wouldn’t be the last. But he still couldn’t bare the thought. Maybe he could recover.

“What’re ya doin’ in my room?” Was all he could think to ask, forcing a look of annoyance onto his face. As if it were an inconveinence to have you here, and not the greatest relief.

The grin that replaced your concern made him worry. He didn’t like that face, that mischievious little smile. Lips which unspoken words rested on. “So we’re playing this game?” they seemed to quietly speak. Because even under his facade, you could read him so well.

“What were you doing staring at me?” You countered, only to watch his flustered state worsen. Mammon still tried to get a grip, though he knew he was only grasping at straws. You’d won this back and forth before it even began. You always do.

“Don’t turn this on me. This is my room yer in, ya know. Or did ya get lost?”

You chuckled, letting your shoulders rise and fall in a casual shrug.

“I didn’t get lost. I just missed you, is all.”

With those words, it felt like Cupid’s stupid arrow had just peirced his heart. As if Cupid’s stupid arrow hadn’t found him the moment he laid eyes on you. But at this point, Mammon felt as though an arrow shot him every chance it could, making him fall deeper and deeper with every hit. Every time you smiled, or every time you said something sweet to him. And so casually too. How could you say that so easily?

His eyes avoided yours. He couldn’t stand looking at you while his face warmed and his body trembled.

“Tch, I bet ya did. Probably missin’ me every second yer not with me,” He mocked, even when he knew for sure that it was the other way around.

You shrugged again. He wasn’t prepared for what that simple shrug heralded.

“Yeah, I am missing you all the time,” You confirmed, a sweet smile settling on your face. And even worse, you reached away from the bed to take his hand into yours, “so stop sneaking out without me so much.”

Once more, another arrow. Mammon swore this one almost did him in for real. Was he still breathing?

You laughed at his rigid posture, even as his hand tightened impossibly tight around yours.

“So are you just going to sleep down there, or are you going to come to bed already?”

He tsked again, but he still found it irresistable to say no. Finally he got off the floor, ashamed and avoiding your gaze, but never letting go of your grip.

He flicked off the switch beside his bed, and the room went dark once again. He felt a bit of courage now, not being able to see you as well. And so, he shucked off his jacked and slid back into bed, this time with his legs under the covers.

He cursed all that was sweet and holy when you rested your head on his chest and snuggled in close. Now there was no hiding just how fast you had his heart beating. Even if you knew, and he knew that you knew, he still wanted to hide it from you.

He was pretty sure you fell asleep almost immediately after, having still been half asleep when you coaxed him to join you. But he wasn’t so lucky, cursed to stay awake to feel you next to him. Cursed to listen to your soft breaths, cursed to feel the way you nuzzled against him insead of his pillow this time. Cursed to sit there and wonder just why it seemed so natural to have you in his bed. Cursed to stay up trying to convince himself that this was a curse and not a blessing.

He did eventually manage to sleep, and it was probably the most comforting rest he’d ever gotten, though he tried to deny it. Tried even to deny how happy he felt when he realized your weight was still against him as he woke. And even tried to deny the joy when he opened his eyes again, only to find you to be the one to stare at him this time.

“What’re ya doin’ starin’ at me?” He asked, parroting your words from the hours before. And though he tried to make himself sound upset, he didn’t have the heart to truly pull it off in his sleep addled state. Instead, he only sounded nervous, and his face let slip just how happy he was under your attention.

“Just enjoying the view,” You said, acompanied by yet another cursed shrug.

“Yer gonna be the death of me,” He swore, turning his head to hide his face in the pillows, “Yer gonna kill me one’a these days. Ya know that?”

Your giggle was music to his ears. He was never a morning person, but if that was what he got to wake up to in the mornings, he’d gladly learn to be.

“At least you’d die happy.”

And he would. It would be the sweetest death he could imagine.

You pulled away from Mammon, sitting up and stretching your arms over your head. His eyes dragged back over to follow your movements. He already missed the feeling of you against him. How is it that even now, with you still beside him, he missed your touch? Missed your pressence, missed the feeling of you?

Before you could even push the blanket from your legs he called out to you. Your eyes met, and he tried to keep a brave face as he sat up too.

He wasn’t sure what he was thinking, or if he even was. If you asked his brothers then they would say that Mammon never had a thought. At least not a decent one. And this moment was what convinced him that maybe they were right.

“Hey, uh, MC... How about ya come back tonight? Y’know, so we can do this again.”

The way your eyes widened made panic surge throughout his body, and it jolted him completely awake. What the hell was he doing, why would he ask that!?

Well, it wasn’t like he didn’t want that. But he couldn’t let you know he wanted that! What was wrong with him!?

Desperate to fix it, he backtracked.

“It’s not ‘cause’a what ya think! It’s not like I wanna keep sleepin’ with ya or anythin’! It’s just- it’s to keep ya safe, ya know! So I can make sure nothin’ happens to ya at night.”

Yeah, that’s it. He’s sure that he’s got you fooled, even after the terrible display of stuttered words and averted eye contact. Even after your unconvinced expression, he convinces himself that it worked. Still, he had to add the cherry on top, just to make sure

“I mean it! As your first demon, it’s my job to protect ya. Thats it, so don't go getting any ideas!”

But you knew better. And so did he.

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soupieoopieisloopie · 1 month

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Little OM!Lucifer x professional GN!MC drabble

Warnings: smut, slut being used once, Lucifer being a lowkey perv, hair pulling, face slapping, MC is a freak, Lucifer is a freak, we’re all freaks

No pronouns or body descriptions used for MC

Notes: not a smut writer, just an avid reader n I have many thoughts lmao. Sorry if this has been done before jsbsjs sorry for the grammar or spelling mistakes, lmk if I missed anything aa

Lucifer with an MC that’s very proper and professional but unconsciously teasing him for months. From calling him sir, to wearing their uniform correctly, the fabric hugging their curves. Him slowly feeling his mind break at them wearing an apron as they help cook, showing off Levi’s various cosplay that exposed their thighs with thigh highs pushing some of the flesh atop them, only wearing pants their whole stay there to wearing shorts on the hotter days. To bending over modestly around him, not being naive and being aware somehow seemed to make his debauched mind wander more. Sitting closer to him during dinner, his keen nose smelling their freshly washed and dried hair and the blood flooding straight to the tent in his pants. Lucifer having to fight back the urge to pounce on them the second they show him their good grades in class, wanting nothing more than to mount them and tell them how perfect they are for him. Lucifer would spend hours in his office, slouching over paperwork to distract his wondering mind, and aching dick, from the way his proper and seemingly innocent MC addressed him as ‘sir’ with a flushed face from cooking for Beels insatiable appetite.

And when he does get them alone? They’re nervous, not wanting to tarnish their professional relationship (how cute) only to do a total 180 once Lucifer assures them nothing will change.

His little professional MC is filthy.

Lucifer finds himself choking them, tugging roughly on their hair as he has them bent over and arched on his desk, papers crumpled under their fucked out body. Spitting feigned sympathy in their ear that earns a low moan from them. His brows raised and a small chuckle leaving him at the way their eyes roll back after being delivered a harsh, gloved slap to the face after riding him for what seemed like hours. His teeth tugging on his lip as his perfect MC faces away from him and rolls their hips on his painfully hard cock, their back on full display for him, littered with various scratch marks, bites and hickeys. To their teary eyes and puffy lips wrapped around his messy cock as he holds their head in place, thrusting up slowly and deliberately down their throat, his eyes rolling back in his head when he feels his tip glide deliciously past their hot, wet throat.

There was no way Lucifer was going to let his relationship with his little prim and proper slut change anytime soon.

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luci-is-a-bitch-x3x · 3 months

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Obey Me! Lucifer's reaction to: ..Catching Mc...

Other parts can be found here: they're being made please be patient<3

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Welcome! to this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

⚠︎ Caution: NSFW post! ⚠︎

Cw: table humping, female based anatomy, but I try and keep it gender neutral besides that!

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I don't really have a prompt like usual for this one, just read the content warnings and if this isn't your type of thing feel free to skip. Also this is long, so enjoy or whatever.

Lucifer's Reaction:

Lucifer was having an awful day, he had mountains of paper work to deal with, his brothers were being more chaotic and problem causing than usual, and now he couldn't find Mc in their room. Lucifer storms around the house searching for his little human. He looks almost everywhere, all the places Mc usually is, he even peeked his head into his brother's room to see if Mc was in one of their rooms! With a huff and a grumble Lucifer heads back towards his secret study, assuming that Mc was just out of HoL with somebody and that he'd have to handle his stress in a different way then he was planning to. Lucifer walks to his secret study planning to do paperwork while plotting how to punish Mc for not being home when he needed them to be, poor Mc, but when Lucifer gets close to the secret study he hears noises coming from inside. His eyebrows furrow, his stress levels are already high enough and now one of his idiotic brothers is causing chaos in his secret study?? Fuming due to annoyance and stress, Lucifer swings the door, bookshelf?, to his secret study open, assuming he'd catch one of his brothers in the act of destroying his study or stealing something from it.

...What Lucifer was not expecting was to catch Mc in the act of humping against his desk in the secret study. It's a pleasant surprise though, finding his human humping against his desk like a dog in heat. The way Mc looks is just marvelous to Lucifer, the perfect sight for his overly stressed mind. Mc's eyes are closed, unaware of Lucifer having caught them, their biting their lip, trying to quiet their pleasure filled moans that sound like music to Lucifer's ears. Lucifer's always believed that Mc's sounds of pleasure sound better than any cursed record he owns, especially after a stressful day. Swiftly Lucifer steps inside his secret study and shuts the door behind him with a loud thud to catch Mc's attention. Mc's eyes snap open at the sound, immediately looking towards the doorway, Mc's face flushes in embarrassment, they push themselves away from Lucifer's desk to try and save themselves from some humiliation, but it only adds more humiliation, as the wet spot on Lucifer's desk where Mc had been humping is more prominent and visible with Mc no longer standing there to hide it. Lucifer's eyes stay trained to the wet spot on his desk for a moment, his eyes then dart to Mc, but not to their face, no Lucifer takes his time enjoying the sight of Mc's lower region, how their panties are soaked, how there's some wettness on their thighs making them look messy. Lucifer enjoys the sight, taking it in and drinking it up like a fine bottle of Demonus, his human, an absolute disheveled mess, due to them pleasuring themselves on his desk? It was to good to be true, their embarrassed face, the way they avoided eye contact when he finally did try to look them in the eye, all of it made Lucifer's pants tighten, as his own body reacted eagerly to the sight. With a mischievous smirk, Lucifer begins to walk towards Mc, tutting once he's close enough to really see the mess they've made of themselves and on his desk. Mc looks like a deer in headlights, staring at Lucifer with wide eyes, frozen in place, waiting. Mc knew what they were doing, Lucifer knew that. Lucifer knew Mc's bratty antics better than they did, they were doing this hoping to catch his attention, and oh, his attention is exactly what they would be getting. Lucifer watches as Mc's body trembles in anticipation, anticipating the punishment, anticipating Lucifer's touch. Lucifer's smirk slowly turns sadistic as he comes up with a plan to properly give Mc his undivided attention. Lucifer walks past Mc, teasingly letting his hand lightly graze down their arm as he walks past, earning a needy whine from Mc, which causes Lucifer to smirk more. Lucifer sits down in his desk chair, looking at Mc with a smug little smirk as he motions for Mc to continue their previous actions. When Mc shyly shakes their head no, it earns a low chuckle from Lucifer. "What? You were humping my desk like a dog in heat a few minutes ago, you don't want to now that you have an audience?" Lucifer says, smiling smugly as Mc's face heats up more and they whimper in embarrassment. As Mc shyly shakes their head no again, Lucifer realizes he may need to be a little bit encouraging so he adds- "Come on my dear, you wanted my attention, now have it. If you're too shy, close your eyes and pretend I'm not here, just do it like you were doing it before I came in here", although Mc does feel shy and nervous, Lucifer's encouragement seems to do the job, as Mc slowly inches closer to his desk. Mc shyly begins to hump the corner of his desk again, while they nervously bit their lip and avoid eye contact, just like they had been previously doing. Lucifer knew that when Mc decided to do all of this they weren't expecting this sort of punishment, the fact that he was able to still have the "upper hand" even when giving Mc their way and giving them his attention. As Mc continues to shyly hump against the corner of Lucifer's desk, their movements soon begin to find rhythm. Once Mc's humping at a steady pace they begin to whimper and moan quietly, their eyes are still closed

and their head is thrown back a little, as their face slowly contorts in pleasure. "There you go my dear..just like you were doing before" Lucifer says gruffly while his eyes stay trained on Mc watching their actions like a hawk watching their prey. Mc whimpers in response but their eyes stay closed until they hear the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. Mc's eyes snap open, they are immediately greeted with the sight of Lucifer leaning back in his office chair watching them while stroking his erect cock. Lucifer's crimson red eyes bore into Mc's eyes as they make eye contact, Lucifer smirks smugly as he watches Mc's eyes drop down to look at him stroking his cock with his hand. Mc whines needily as they look at Lucifer's cock, the tip of his cock is red and leaking precum, showing how aroused by this he really is. Lucifer's hand pumps up and down the shaft of his cock at a steady fast pace, almost matching the speed of Mc's pace as Mc humping the corner of his desk at a fast pace while begging and whining pleads for Lucifer to do something other than just sitting there watching. Lucifer just shakes his head no, tutting in disapproval as he smiles sadistically at Mc. This was their punishment, no touching, just watching. At this point Lucifer was unsure who was being punished the most, as not touching Mc was like agony to him, but Lucifer would rather torture and punish himself as well as Mc, then hurt his ego by not going through with the punishment. The secret study is filled with the sounds of Mc's moans and occasionally Lucifer's groans. Don't let this man fill you he's fighting not being a moaning mess, he eats this stuff up. The fireplace in the secret study I actually don't know if there is one but pretend, has been on this entire time, that heat combined with the heat from their activities has left both Mc and Lucifer being sweaty messes. Lucifer's hair was disheveled due to how many times he's moved his head during this encounter, throwing his head back against his desk chair while groaning in pleasure, just to whip his head back into a position where he can watch Mc hump his desk. His hair sticks to his sweaty forehead making him look like a hot mess, a blessing of a sight that only some have been blessed to see. Lucifer soon finds rhythm in matching the pace of stroking his cock with the pace Mc humps the corner of his desk. As the two continue their actions Lucifer can feel his release approaching, he knows Mc's getting close as well as their humping gets more frantic yet sloppy and they begin to beg and plead again. Soon tears began to fall down Mc's pretty face, the sight caused Lucifer to groan loudly and pushed him closer to his impending release. Lucifer stands from his chair, still pumping his shaft with his hand, he gets behind Mc as they hump the corner of his desk, close but not close enough for their bodies to touch. Mc whines at the change of position, still humping Lucifer's desk, they turn their head staring at Lucifer as tears continue to stream down their face, Lucifer is in the perfect position to watch Mc as they come undone. Lucifer watches as Mc's legs begin to tremble, their back arches, pushing their body against Lucifer's desk more, their eyes roll back and they moan out loudly as they cum. Mc's hips continue to hump against Lucifer's desk as they ride out their orgasm, finally Mc's body falls limp onto Lucifer's desk as they catch their breath. Mc's orgasm makes their undergarments and the corner of Lucifer's desk all messy and wet. Watching Mc come undone sends Lucifer over the edge, he shoots his load all over Mc's rear end, covering their butt, panties and thighs with his seed. Lucifer's seed drips down Mc and onto the corner of his desk, mixing with Mc's mess leaving a bigger mess on his desk.

With Mc's consent Lucifer will take a quick picture with his D.D.D before he grabs some nearby tissues to clean Mc up. He cleans his desk up after, mans has priorities. After cleaning everything up Lucifer helps Mc off the corner of his desk, he picks them up and sits in his desk chair with them on his lap. He'll rub any sore spots for them as they both catch their breath, if Mc wants to have some more fun again before the end of the night he's down. If Mc doesn't then he's more than happy to just do aftercare things. Snacks, water, cuddles, praise the usual, he's got it down, Mc wants it he's doing it period. Watch the Avatar of Pride become a man servant for aftercare, after all he needs to be able to take pride in his aftercare skills.

Extra: do they hope to catch Mc doing it again? Lucifer would love to catch Mc doing it again, he enjoyed that punishment and just the experience in general. He ate that shit up but mans is too prideful to admit it.

Vivid memory? Would they masturbate to it? It depends on if you think Lucifer masturbates, but the memory would stick with this mans, even if he doesn't masturbate to it he'll remember it, like it happened were he's always working, this man is always remembering it, getting aroused at the memory and then punishing Mc, and poor Mc doesn't know what they did half the time.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! This was my first smut where I tried to be more descriptive and stuff so please be kind. I do have some other characters in mind for this but I don't plan to do all the characters so if you have a specific character you want feel free to ask for it in the comments or my request. I am still making the creepy demon ones, I just got distracted with this. Only one post today cause this is long and I've spent my last couple of days only working on this so my bad, but I hope you enjoyed! More contents coming soon so Stay Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby!

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beelzebub-tiredtimes · 2 years

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Incorrect Obey Me #2

*The group is separated, trying to survive one night in the woods without each other*

Levi: Mammon probably running around screaming 'What's up' at plants.

Mammon yelling at a tree: Oh, what do you want? What?!

Levi: Beel at this point has to have stripped down and tried to become nature.

Beel, down to his boxers: Time to play a game of 'Can I eat you?' *looks at plant* Can I eat you?

Levi: And god, I just hope Mc is not dead.

Mc, in a tent: Yeah, this is pretty uncomfortable.

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hyperfixat · 10 months

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hello!! this is my first time requesting so lmk if im doing smth wrong ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

id like to request luke and mc playing "house" (basically where you pretend to roleplay as an ordinary family with roles like: wife/husband/child,etc) and upon hearing this, the obey me boys are wagging their tail practically begging to play as your husband (≡^∇^≡) would be hilarous if luke is just like "but... you'd be a terrible father *insert disgusted face here*"

tysm!! havea good day!!

haiii so somehow i didnt get this notification??? sorry its been a couple weeks???? but you asked just fine this is so cute and my tumblr also glitched and i lost my first draft so. it it what it is <3. (~350 words)

brother: can i be the husband!?! :D

luke: …

luke: no. 😐

luke plays as the husband i would like to reinforce that he is a child and this is a silly game that kids play 🙏

Lucifer would act like he doesn’t care, but pursues his lips when Luke eagerly asks for you to play as his spouse. He’ll make a little comment that, ‘shouldn’t Luke be the dog?’ 🤭

In the end he’s too busy to play such games.

Mammon would claim he deserves to be your husband, as your first man and all that. Gets into a genuine argument with the angel that is half his age. You have to pull him aside and tell him to just let Luke win.

Mammon grumbles and tells you that you owe him for this, and takes the role as one of your children.

Levi would stew in his envy, but resign to being the pet fish.

Satan would argue (just a little bit) that he should be your husband, but when he loses to the tiny angel, storms away, claiming he doesn’t have time for childish games.

(He really did get upset about it, but cools down when you let him know that you guys can play house together later on.)

Asmo would want to be your husband, but when told no, say that you deserve two husbands! Or you could have an affair with him! <3

Luke gasps and tells him to get lost, such treachery and infidelity is not allowed in your home! 😠

Beel would pout, and pretend he doesn’t mind not being your husband, and take the role as one of your children.

He understands that this is just a silly game and knows how happy it makes the little angel!

Belphie would be a bit upset, but put up minimal complaints, he finds out being a houseplant offers lots of time to sleep!

(bonus for my wife!) Thirteen gets her way of having you as a spouse by claiming you get to have one husband and one wife!

(Alternatively Luke straight up says that they aren’t allowed to play with you guys 🤭. Simeon will tell him off later for that.)

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demonvibez · 10 months

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Showering with Lucifer

·Characters: Lucifer x GN! Reader

·Word Count: 1100+

·Rating: Mature/Explicit (Minors DNI)

·Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Smut

·Tags: domestic fluff, mentions of reader being sick, gender neutral body parts, oral sex, penetration, mentions of fangs and marking

·A/N: was gonna write this for all seven demon bros but I got carried away with Lucifer's part! Lemme know which brother/dateable you'd like to see in this scenario next ♡

Typically, Lucifer prefers to use the shower over taking a bath

Most of the time, he gets down to business in the shower; no time to dawdle about with distractions, he has a schedule to adhere to, titles to maintain and a House to oversee.

Very thorough, he has his showers down to a 5 minute routine in a very methodical order

He has always used the same set of products he enjoys, originally a gift - a Dragon's Blood bath set given randomly by Lord Diavolo; it works for him and he thinks it smells nice, so why mess with perfection?

However, things started changing the closer your relationship with him grew

At first he didn't really care to shower with you because he often didn't have the time and thought it would be more efficient to shower separately

One evening you find yourself feeling rather sick, which prompts Lucifer to insist on looking after you in his room, despite you already being comfortably curled up in your own bed

"If anyone is capable of bringing you back to health, it's me," he said with his arms crossed, his usual air of arrogance lingering around his words

He gathers up a few of your things and put them in the empty backpack hung on the back of your closet door, before slinging it over his shoulder and scooping you up in his arms

Of course he could keep a better eye on your condition in his room, safely tucked into his silky soft bed sheets

As he watches over you, shock and concern paints his features as he notices that your condition continues to get worse

You're running a fever that needs to be broken, so he draws you a bath and tends to you personally

Sat behind you in the tub as he leans you against his bare chest, he gently washes your hair with his shampoo, making sure to be careful as he rinses everything out, softly running his gloveless fingers through the strands

His gentleness to you while you're in such a vulnerable state brings the two of you even closer together than before, emboldened with a new sense of trust and familiarity

After that, you find yourselves becoming increasingly inseparable, which naturally results in you sleeping in his bed and using his shower quite often

Several of your favorite bath products now line the walls of his shower

Some random weekend mornings his hair will smell like your conditioner, and it will give him the most smug of grins for the entirety of the day

He's even more smug and prideful when you are the one wearing his scent, though

He usually tries to stay on task when you shower together, making sure you're both completely clean from head to toe

There are many nights, however, in which he finds himself unable to reign in his urges - to hell with paperwork, he'd rather lose himself in you right now

He lathers his body gel down your body, his hands caressing each of your curves slowly yet firmly as he further commits them to his memory, watching as the water cascades down your body to rinse the suds away

His lips trail soft kisses down your jaw, his fangs lightly nipping at your neck as he hungrily makes his way down to your collarbone, a mark or two of his slowly blooming across the surface of your skin

He continues his way down your body, briefly stopping to swirl one of your sensitive nipples around his eager tongue, before continuing down to truly taste you

He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, holding you up as he helps himself - lapping and sucking away at your sex, pushing you closer to your first orgasm with each deliberate stroke

Your hands can't help but to slide to his crown, gripping onto his horns in order to keep you grounded in reality as you try your best to keep your eyes locked on his

His crimson eyes gaze up at you as he worships every inch of you, and every drop of your sweet nectar on his lips fills him with a sense of pride that only your pleasure can bring, both of you riding those feelings into the stratosphere

After bringing you to climax, he pushes your leg down and slides up your body, hooking and holding your leg around his waist as he uses his other hand to line himself up with you

He slowly begins to push himself inside of you, strained groans splashing off the walls with the shower's rain as he gradually slides himself deeper

You feel so good around him that he can't help it when his wings unfurl the moment he finally sinks all the way into you, the last thread of control he had finally unraveling

He sets a slow and steady pace as he pours every ounce of passion into each individual thrust, his hand gripping your thigh as his thrusts slowly start to pick up in pace

And every thrust fills you with more and more pleasure, building up inside of you, the crescendo threatening to erupt at any moment as your eyes roll into the back of your head - you hear him whisper your name

"Look into my eyes…" he said in a husky tone as he put a hand on your sex and overstimulates it as he continues to thrust into you, his rhythm growing erratic as he pushes you both over the edge into pure bliss

He locks his lips to yours as you both ride that high, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible

Even as you try to gently pull away from him, he whispers, "just a moment longer, my love," as he slides his hold around you just a bit tighter, a small laugh escaping your lips before you steal another kiss from him

As you wrap up your shower together, he helps rinse you off one more time, before offering a hand to help you out of the shower and wrapping you in a warm, fluffy towel

He dresses you in one of his bathrobes before setting off to grab you a set of pajamas, trying his best to hide his smirk when he returns with one of his own shirts and a half assed excuse - you knew you had an extra set in his bottom drawer, but you didn't even hesitate to grab his shirt and throw it on

Once you finish your routine, you both crawl into his bed

You find yourself in your natural place, snuggled up to his chest with his arms wrapped around you

As you both begin to drift off into slumber together, he presses a kiss to the top of your head

"I love you so much," he whispers, "sweet dreams, my little lamb."

And with his final thoughts of the night, he can't help but to think how much better you make even the tiniest aspects of his life, a smile on his face as sleep finally takes him

- demonvibez ♡ - likes/reblogs appreciated - do not repost! -

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