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lilirouge · 2 years
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the younger brothers react to you getting lost after dark
characters: satan|asmodeus|beelzebub|belphegor
gn!reader
genre: fluff
cw: minor cussing (satan), none
an: not proofread
part 1
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Satan
He wanted to show you a video of a cat he found on DevilTube and was confused when you weren’t next to him
Thought you were with one of his brothers up ahead but didn’t see you there either
Was most likely about to play detective until he turned around and he saw you in the distance making your way towards him
“Why are you walking like that?”
When you tell him you can’t see in the dark he reassures you that it’s alright
“Just hold on to me.”
Imagine Satan helping an elderly person cross the street, that’s what you two looked like at the moment
Yet you somehow managed to trip over a rock even while clinging to Satan’s arm
Luckily he caught you in time before you landed face first and ate shit
You got butterflies in your stomach from the adrenaline and also the fact that he was holding you super close from behind
Satan was amused by this
He felt your heartbeat against his
“Do you enjoy falling for me?”
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Asmodeus
Only noticed you were left behind after seeing you in the background while he tried to take selfies
Wondered why you were all the way back there
You called out to him asking where he was
Took Asmo a few seconds to realize you probably couldn’t see in the dark
He walked back to you and held your shoulders before you could trip on anything
“Be careful Mc, wouldn’t want that pretty face of yours to get hurt.”
You already fell quite a few times so although your face was untouched, your knees had a few scratches and your hands were dirty
Falling was inevitable, your vision was near pitch black
He wrapped his arm across your shoulders and led you through the dark
Expected considering that your hands weren’t the cleanest
As much as he loved you, there was no way in hell he’d get his own dirty by holding yours
Leaning your head on his shoulder while you two walked made you feel more safe
The second you two got home Asmo took you to his room
“Let’s get you cleaned up before you go to bed.”
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Beelzebub
Seeing how lost you looked, of course he’d run to your rescue
You don’t even need to say anything to him
Picks you up bridal style and carries you that way the entire time
He was just worried that something bad would happen to you if he didn’t help :(
No matter how much you insist he can put you down, the demon refuses
After a good few minutes of trying to convince him fails, you give up
“You’re safe with me Mc, I promise.”
He looks so happy while carrying you, enjoying it a bit too much I’d say
Beel doesn’t even try to hide it either
But you? You have your face nuzzled into his chest to hide the fact that you’re blushing
It’s super comfortable though
You wouldn’t mind staying like that for a bit longer if it meant you two could be close
“I’m taking you to the kitchen and we’re gonna eat, mkay?”
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Belphegor
Has trouble finding the way home himself from how tired he is
Surprised Beel didn’t even notice you two were missing
Then again, he kept talking about some expensive cake he had in the fridge
Don’t worry though, Belphie’s trying his best for the both of you
“It’s this way, trust me.”
It was the other way
At least he was holding your hand the entire time
Fortunately for Belphie, you couldn’t see how red his face was from embarrassment
He desperately wanted to be your hero for a day
You found his determination adorable
Not once did he ever let go of your hand either
When you two miraculously found your way home he led you to his shared room
He went straight to his bed and patted the empty space next to him
“Please stay with me a bit longer.”
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softxsuki · 2 years
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I have a request for a HC or oneshot for Obey Me! How would Satan react if he found out the new exchange student was harboring kittens in their room? Like they just found abandoned kittens and took them in and Satan hears the meows and investigates! What would happen???
I hope youre having a lovely day 🌸
Satan With Reader Who's Harboring Kittens in Their Room
Pairing: Satan x Gn!Reader (MC)
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff
Post-Type: Headcanons
Word Count: 820
Summary: In which you sneak some kittens to the House of Lamentation and Satan hears them meowing so he goes to investigate
[A/N: Hey, thanks for the request! This was really cute to write, I love his obsession with cats, it's so adorable. I hope you enjoy! <3]
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OKAY, so you’re the new exchange student from the human world, the brothers aren’t so fond of you yet, sadly
You’re in your room in the House of Lamentation with a box of kittens that you had found on one of your journeys back to the human world 
They had just been on the side of the road in the pouring rain when you found them so you felt obligated to bring them back home with you
You manage to sneak them into the House of Lamentation without anyone realizing (idk how you did it, but congrats for sneaking by Lucifer)
The kittens are now all crawling around your room, softly meowing as they get used to their surroundings
You try to quiet them down a little by giving them some cat food you picked up on the way back to the Devildom as well
“MC, what’s that noise?” You hear Satan ask outside your door
“Uhh nothing,” you hurriedly say and run to hold the door closed as he begins to fiddle with your door knob
But you’re too slow and Satan is too quick as he open up your bedroom door despite your full body weight against it (yes this man is strong)
As soon as he sees the seven kittens all over your room he practically melts
“Close the door before they get out!” You whisper yell at him, closing the door as Satan drops down to his knees to pet the kittens
“I knew I heard meowing,” he says in awe, stroking the kitten’s soft fur, “Where did you get them from?”
You explain what happened and how you had no choice to take the kittens back home with you
“Do you think we can keep them?” You ask hopefully
“I wish I could say yes, but it seems the only pets Lucifer allows are Cerberus and Levi’s pet goldfish, Henry. One of the many reasons why I hate him,” he huffs, rubbing under the kitten’s chin despite the rough way he speaks
Satan keeps quiet about you harboring the kittens though, coming to an agreement with you to allow him to visit the kittens so long as you manage to keep them hidden
Over the next few days somehow all the brothers manage to find out as Mammon comes to your room and suggests you sell them, though he would need a cut of the money, but you shoo him away
Beelzebub and Belphegor are next as Beel tries to eat one and Belphie takes a nap with them (which was cute, but you were starting to panic)
Satan was in your room one day when Leviathan and Asmodeus entered your room, Asmo cooing at the kittens while Levi mentioned how they looked like the kittens from the anime he was watching
It was only a matter of time that Lucifer would find out and that day came pretty quickly
“I tried to stop him!” Satan says huffing and puffing at your bedroom door as Lucifer emerges from behind him
“What’s this I’ve been hearing around the house of you having kittens in here, MC?” Lucifers commanding tone sends shivers down your spine
You beg him to let you keep the kittens and even Satan stoops low to beg with you, but Lucifer doesn’t give in
He tells you to take them back to the human world to a shelter or find a home for them some place else which has both you and Satan down in the dumps, but you agree anyway as the House of Lamentation wasn’t your home and you should be respectful of Lucifer's rules
So you head back to the human world with the kittens as Satan joins you, saying he won’t go home until each and every kitten has a perfect home to go to
And when I say this man is picky about who gets to take a kitten home…he’s beyond picky
Satan turns down human after human for the smallest things, saying they aren’t worthy to care for such precious kittens, so it takes forever for you both to send the kittens off to a new home, but it was worth it knowing they’d be safe and happy
Yes you’re sad about it and Satan is kinda depressed about once again not being able to keep a pet kitten around the house, but the experience brought the two of you closer together
Before heading back to the House of Lamentation, you both stop by a cat cafe which you plan on frequenting with Satan at least a few times a month to show some love to cats even if you can’t take them home with you
You both agree to become joint parents to a kitten if Lucifer ever decides to let you guys keep one someday, but until then, he’s happy with just spending time with you even if there are no kittens around
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D
Posted: 4/13/2022
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minteyeddevil · 1 year
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Prompt: “Oh, now you’ve done it.”
Satan x GN!MC, Smut
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“Oh, now you’ve done it.”
Your laughter echoed off the walls of his bedroom, as you bolted around his cluttered desk and out of the reach of his outstretched hands. He stood from his bed fast enough to make the books cluttered on it fall off, as he practically leaped across the room to give chase to you.
You had sauntered up to him leisurely napping on his bed, a book covering his face. You slowly reached out to take the said book off his face, only to close it and give his forehead a good smack with it. He woke with a snort, almost falling off his bed initially, and his eyes took a moment to adjust as you came to view in his blurry vision. You waved the book back and forth at him, as if you were taunting a giant bull with a red flag.
He gave a toothy smirk in return; oh, you were so in for it now.
You had managed to keep some distance from him as you took off up the stairs, hoping to reach your bedroom in time to slam the door shut on him; but he managed to catch up to you, blocking the door before you could close it. His hand wrapped around your wrist, and he managed to push himself through your hold on the door, successfully pining you to it with your arm locked behind your back. He pressed himself flush against you, sandwiching you between his chest and the door. His free hand came up to your face, making you turn your head back a bit to make eye contact with him.
“Waking me in such a way, MC? How rude of you.”
The deep tone of his voice made you physically shiver against him, and he pressed closer to your back.
“If you wanted my attention, you could just wake me and ask me nicely.”
He let go of your arm and chin, both hands now focused on running down your sides and sliding to your front soon after. He undid your pants, tugging them down along with your underwear, just enough to expose your bottom for him. One hand slid between your thighs, feather-light touches grazing your sex as he kept you against the door.
“Guess if you desire my attention so badly I can give it to you right here.”
His fingers slid against your entrance, rubbing along the hole, making you press your thighs together and wiggle against him. You could feel the bugle of his pants against your bottom, and you purposely rubbed against him, eliciting a low growl by your ear. He teased you further, until he pulled his fingers away to lather them in his saliva, pressing them back to your entrance to prep you. He used his other hand to undo his jeans, letting his cock free and press against you. You wiggled back against him and gave a small, needy groan.
“Satan, please...!”
“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” he whispered against your ear, as you felt his cock nestle between your thighs.
He rolled his hips lazily against you, letting you feel him just close enough to make you groan for more. His tip barely grazed your entrance, the slightest touch meeting your needy hole. You bowed your back, pressing your bottom further against him in hopes he would take the the hint and stop teasing you; which much to your delight, he did.
Both hands gripping tightly at your hips, he adjusted his own to have the tip of his cock graze your entrance, and slowly push it in. Your eyes slammed shut as he finally filled you, your back bowing even further to allow him full access inside you. His breath was a hiss at the side of your face, as he slowly pulled out only to slam right back in.
“Always so tight for me,” he growled once more by your ear, a hand clawing up your side, along your rib-cage and cupping your chest. You gasped loudly when he pushed in a little deeper, making you see white behind your closed eyelids. His pace picked up than, making your head lull forward against the door as he kept your bottom flush to his pelvic bone.
Your nails seemed to dig into the wood of the door as you came, his name a high moan in your throat. Your tightening walls and squeezing thighs pushed him over his own edge, as he bottomed out inside you, filling you with his cum.
He stayed against you, helping hold you up with his frame, until you were able to settle on your own wobbly legs. He slowly pulled out of you than, wrapping his arms around your waist as he helped you walk over to your bed, plopping down together in a sweaty heap.
He helped you strip out of your clothes, as you did for him in return, and he pulled you close to nuzzle and nip at your neck. You could feel his renewed vigor pressing against the side of your thigh.
“Hope you are ready for another round, MC...”
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barbatoslove · 2 years
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Popsicle Kiss - Obey me
characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie
gn! reader (reader is not described physically)
warning: suggestive, kissing,  etc.
wc. 4.6k
not beta read cuz i dont give a shit, enjoy.
It was deep into the night and you just could not get to sleep regardless of what you did. After tossing and turning for what felt like forever (it was like 7 minutes honestly but who's counting), you shuffled out of bed and decided maybe a trip to the kitchen would ease your nerves on this restless night. After rummaging through whatever was left in the freezer, you managed to find a few popsicles to snack on, only to be interrupted... perhaps you could sway them with a kiss...?
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Lucifer
Lucifer would catch you on one of his patrols through the hallways at night, stopping by the kitchen entryway when he heard loud rummaging through the freezer, just to catch you about to eat a popsicle. "what are you doing up?" he asked, making a sigh and placing his hand at his hip. "you should be in bed."
You made a little smug smile, knowing you'd just been caught but determined not to go to bed. "I couldn't sleep and wanted something sweet." you hummed but heard him sigh yet again. "you want some?"
"no." Lucifer said flat out, shaking his head in disapproval of your midnight ventures up until you pressed the popsicle to your lips and kissed it before holding it out to him.
"how about now?" you gave him a coy smile, quirking your head cutely, knowing he'd cave in. of course, he would, Lucifer was not one to resist you or your goofy antics.
Lucifer eyed you for a second, assessing the situation before walking towards you. Instantly, he wrapped an arm around your waist while his other hand gently grasped your wrist holding the popsicle. You blushed as he closed the distance between you two, feeling your chest pressed to his. "Very well. I'll play your game." He hummed, his vibrant red eyes trained on you completely. Rather than eat the popsicle or make any use of it, he pulled your wrist out to the side away from you both and kissed you directly. You made a small surprised squeak but melted in the kiss. Your lips were sweet and sugary which he had to admit, he enjoyed quite a bit.
"but only on my terms..." he whispered, taking it as an opportunity to show you just how delicious you are.
He only pulled away to allow you to breathe, hearing your shallow pants but giving you no breaks, kissing down your jawline to your neck. He loved moments like this where he could be selfish and keep you all to himself. Kiss and grope you the way he wanted and indulge in all the cute sounds you made, just little reminders that you were his and his alone.
Lucifer could feel your hold on the popsicle grow weak, struggling to keep focus on your grip while he teased you so thoroughly, leaning close to your ear, "don't drop it. you'll make a mess..." he whispered, "and I'll have to punish you." You could practically hear him purr.
All you could only nod breathlessly, feeling him press you against the counter, returning to kiss you yet again.
You felt drunk on his affection, unable to think; allowing him full control of your body and mind. He licked your lips before tilting your head back to get better access, enjoying your small mewls and whines between breaths. He chuckled, feeling your free hand grip onto his jacket as if to ask for more. "Lucifer..." you pleaded, whining for more. He smirked, guiding you back into the kiss.
He only stopped when he felt your knees buckle beneath him. Lucifer chuckled, pulling back to admire his work. You were breathless, flustered with half lidded eyes and trembling for his touch. He finally took the popsicle from you and tossed it into the sink before bringing your fingers to his lips and pressing a kiss to each one, cleaning off the bits that melted off.
"still can't sleep?" he asked, looking at you with a knowing smirk.
How could you possible say no? Once you shook your head- you felt his hand on your back shift up, before scooping up your legs. "well we can't have that, can we?" Lucifer purred, "don't worry, my love. I believe i have something in mind to satiate your cravings~"
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Mammon
Mammon would catch you being loud as hell, annoyed by the sounds of you trying to find something and slam his hands on the doorway. "ay! some of us are tryin’ to sleep!" he hissed, first assuming he was his brother but his posture faltered upon finding out it was just you.
You squeaked, turning to face him. "Mammon! you scared me!" you huffed. "I was trying to sneak a popsicle before Beel got to them!"
He groaned, brushing his hair back to properly compose himself. He intended to be annoyed but he couldn't find it in himself to be mad at you, catching himself peeking at you even with his head turned away, trying to keep this facade of being mad at you but the blush on his cheeks was far too obvious. Alone time with you in the kitchen was more than enough to drive him a little crazy.
You leaned against the counter with a cute giggle, knowing exactly what game he was playing and held your popsicle out to him, "would the 'Great Mammon' want some?"
"nu uh! no! i'm goin to bed! I won’t fall for your dirty tricks, human!" he crossed his arms, turning his head away once again though his eyes were on you. He wanted to say yes, he wanted to stand with you, leave little kisses on your neck but he wanted you to want him there and Mammon has always had a habit for indulging in the dramatics.
you made an audible 'hmph' before making a show of pressing a small kiss to the tip of the popsicle. "how about now?" you held it out again, giving him the cutest look knowing he’d take the bait in a second.
Mammon inhaled, standing up straight over your little display, feeling his cheeks turn hot and stomped over to you, taking your wrist and bringing the popsicle up to his mouth to chomp the part you kissed, chewing it with his face all pink and flushed.
You giggled, "oh Mammon, you're so cute" you took your own bite, before holding it out to him again, intending to share it with him.
Mammon could only blush, stepping closer before putting his hands on either side of you to cage you in his arms though you had no intention of slipping away, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and gazed at him with love in your eyes. "ya know one kiss is never enough-" he pouted.
"how could I forget?" You pressed the popsicle to your lips once again, so he'd take another bite. "such a greedy demon" you teased, nibbling on your little treat before repeating the process a few times, enjoying the sight of his flustered cheeks while you fed him. it wasn't long before Mammon could no longer be satisfied with just indirect kisses.
Mammon wrapped his arms around your middle, keeping his eyes on you, "its not enough..." he whined, giving you puppy eyes. You hummed, biting the last piece before discarding the stick somewhere on the counter, returning your arms around his shoulders. "c'mon don't keep me waitin..." he pouted.
You giggled, finally giving him a sweet kiss, feeling him squeeze you just a little, unable to control himself with all the excitement running through his body. He loved kissing you, he loved how sweet your lips were, how you felt in his arms, everything about you was perfect and more importantly, he loved having these moments with you alone.
You pulled from the kiss, pressing your forehead to his. "mammon..." you smiled, blush dusting over your cheeks admiring every little detail of his eyes. He loved you so much and you could see it in his gaze and you returned every feeling.
"shh lemme kiss you" he whispered, leaning in to grace another kiss to your lips, then your cheeks and jawline, down to your neck. "just one more..." He buried his face in your neck, littering kisses and whispering sweet nothings.
You exhaled, wanting nothing more than to spend every second with him. you let your fingers tangle in his hair showing him soft praise for his actions, closing your eyes and letting everything slip away and only focusing on the him. You could drown in his touch, his smell, his voice, he was everything.
"im sorry- its just , not enough" Mammon breathed out, looking over you and run his hands down your sides before taking your hands in his. "one kiss isn't enough..." he blushed. "lets keep going... but lets go to my room..."
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Leviathan
Leviathan would stop dead in his tracks when spotting you in the kitchen. He was aiming for a quiet midnight snack run all by himself, his attention being entirely on his phone and whatever updates he missed while gaming only to spot you unwrapping a popsicle and looking at him.
"hi levi~" you smiled, "want some?”
"no-!" he shook his head, flustered. "i was just- l-leaving!" Levi turned his head away, but still stood there in the doorway, like a complete idiot.
He was an idiot but he was your idiot.
You cocked your head, pretending to sulk. "but if you go, who will i share this popsicle with?" you teased but an idea popped into your head, bringing it to your lips and pressing a kiss. "leviathan..." you made a dramatic scene of sighing and looking at him with puppy eyes.
Leviathan tensed his shoulders before making his way over to you. It was impossible to resist you! He stared down at the popsicle then up at your eyes. an indirect... kiss? w-what a normie thing to do! he thought.
He leaned forward, his hands sweaty and shaky but he returned the kiss on the popsicle. You couldn't help but giggle at his flustered cheeks and eyes shut tight. "there-!" Levi huffed, averting his gaze to avoid embarrassment.
You could only chuckle, "you're so cute." you brought the popsicle up and bit the part that shared your kiss.
"h-huh! what are you doin!" He turned bright red, taking your wrist into his hand. "d-dont eat it!"
You smiled confused, "why not?"
"c-cuz! thats-" Leviathan stumbled on his words, "h-how could you eat that- its!- its like a-"
"an indirect kiss?" you asked, tilting your head, "isn't that something that happens in the anime you like? i thought you'd like it...." you blushed, now it was your turn to look away, feeling bashful to do some cliche anime trope just to get his attention.
He inhaled, how could you be so fucking cute! you had to know the effect you had on him! He was a fool playing into your hands!!
Levi weighed his options for what to do before moving your wrist and pressing another kiss to the popsicle. "okay... y-your turn" he mumbled.
so so cute...! he was just so adorable! It was a critical hit on your heart! you were utterly smitten for him! any play you put down, he had the perfect counter!
you followed through, kissing it and this time allowing him to have a bite. He turned red again, covering his mouth with his hand. "its not fair...you're way too cute." Leviathan huffed. He felt like his heart was racing, standing so close to you and sharing this with you through little kisses. "you know...i-in.. the anime, a-after they share the ... popsicle, they...kiss for real."
"ooh? they do?" you hummed, tossing your popsicle in the sink, "okay... well lets skip to the good part-" you cupped his cheeks, bringing him to your height and kissed him.
He made a noise of surprise, eyes widening and his heart skipping a beat! AH! he wanted to explode!
at first he was holding your wrists but let go, then didnt exactly know what to do with his hands until he shyly settled them at your sides.
"leviathan..." you whispered, feeling him relax under your affections. His arms wrapped around you more securely closing the gap and kissed you with all the yearning and pining he buried deep inside him. You were intoxicating to him, every minute he spent with you felt like a hazy dream he couldn’t get enough of.
You ran your thumb over his cheek, moving your other hand to tangle in his hair. He must have gotten extremely excited over this interaction because you could feel the ends of his horns and the faint sound of his tail swishing back and forth.
 "w-what happens next..." you asked in a whisper, looking up at him with flustered cheeks.
Leviathan swallowed hard, letting out shaky breaths lost in your adoring gaze. "what happens next...? w-well... that's a different ... story..." he whispered.
"show me..." you kissed his cheek, leaning into his ear, "i want to know..." 
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Satan
Satan would simply happen upon you by accident, waltzing into the kitchen for a cup of tea with his face buried into a book. Raise his head when hearing your cute hums unwrapping a popsicle you managed to save from Beel's grasp.
He'd chuckle lightly when you squeaked in surprise over being caught. "Satan!" you blushed, tensing but relaxing instantly but still a pout remained on your lips "you scared me"
He laughed lightly, closing his book, striding over towards the stove to begin the preparation for his tea. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. It is a nice surprise to find you in here though." he smiled softly. "sneaking something before bed?" "i can't help myself. do you want some?" you waved your popsicle at him but he shook his head. "it'd be a shame to eat this all on my own."
"tempting offer but I'm here for tea." Satan really did come here for tea but when you brought that popsicle up to your lips and pressed a little kiss, offering him some once again he couldn't help but humor you. "oh... very well." He came toward you and pressed his own kiss to the popsicle, before licking his lips.
Satan knew the effect he had on you. he could feel your eyes trained on him, the way your heart raced being so close to him, the little tremble in your hand. "its sweet." he hummed but you weren’t really sure if he was talking about the popsicle.
You blushed, feeling bashful to nibble on the popsicle he'd just kiss for you but kept a lil smile on your lips. "it is sweet..."
He chuckled lightly, stepping away to finish preparing his tea. Normally, he'd head straight back towards his room to read and what not.
You sulked, knowing he'd leave you in just a few moments and you couldn't bare the thought of being separated from him until morning. "will you stay with me, Satan? a-at least until I finish..." you pleaded.
You watched his eyes spark with interest, setting his tea down before joining you by your side. He leaned his back against the counter, gently motioning you into his arms so your back was pressed to his chest. He wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his face in your neck.
"I'll stay with you." he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck. He purred, leaving little kisses and nipping lightly on your skin. "just... until you finish..."
It was hard for him to resist sinking his sharp fangs into your neck and devouring every drop of your blood. You were irresistible. "so much sweeter....." he whispered. It was getting harder and harder to eat that little popsicle with how his hands traveled and how much he teased you.
"s-satan.." you squeaked out, unable to focus on anything else but him. The heat of his breath against your skin whispering things that made your legs tremble... you wanted to lose yourself in him.
"shh. you don't want anyone to know we're here..." he whispered.
"i-..." Your legs buckled beneath you, "i... i can't finish..-" you confessed. though at this point, you weren't sure if you were talking about the popsicle either anymore.
He chuckled in response, "then i guess we'll have to take care of this..." Satan hummed, pulling away from you and taking the half eaten popsicle and tossing it in the sink. He took your face in his hand gently bringing you in for a proper kiss. "lets go, my love." he smiled, taking your hand and leading you away from the kitchen. so much for the tea....
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Asmodeus
Asmodeus would be really irritated at the sound that you banging around in the kitchen because it would be irritating his beauty sleep! He would slam his hands on the doorway startling you standing there with the popsicle in your hand but then reel back on his anger looking you over with questioning eyes, waiting to see if he should be annoyed with you or not.
"was i too loud?" You frowned. "sorry..." your eyes scanned around the room, going from the floors to the walls to the treat in your hand before landing on him again. "I didn't mean to wake you..."
Asmodeus could only huff dramatically, "if its you, then i guess i can forgive you" he sighed, shaking his head. "but really, staying up this late is bad for your skin."
You pursed your lips, quirking your head before pressing a kiss to the popsicle. "do ... you want some?" you made a little smile attempting to ease his frustrations.
He lifted his head, losing all sense of negativity in his eyes before something else took place. He smirked before stepping over to you, his fingers gently tracing over your arm before gently taking your hand. He pressed his tongue to the tip of the popsicle, sucking it before pulling away with a kiss. "do you want to taste it?" he purred, leaning in.
Your eyes widen, heart racing, cracking out an desperate whisper. "yes..." you couldn't take your eyes from his, feeling lured in by his natural charm.
A chuckle escaped his lips. He reached up, cupping your cheek in his hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip to part your lips before leaning in and kissing you. However the kiss was not short and sweet. he wanted to taste you, to make you crave him so deeply.
When he pulled away there was a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his. You gasped for air, feeling him licking your lips clean. "tastes good, hmm?~" he purred.
You nodded, breathless and completely swooned by his affections. "lets not let this go to waste..." Asmo raised the popsicle to his mouth, biting off a piece before kissing you, letting it melt within your kiss.
You were entranced by him, little moans and whimpers would escape you between kisses. One hand firmly on your jaw keeping you steady, guiding you exactly how he wanted while his other hand brought you close, roaming your body from your hips all the way back to your cheek, feeling prideful over how hot and bothered you were bya  simple kiss, or what he viewed as a ‘simple kiss’. At some point, the popsicle was eaten or perhaps simply discarded completely not that you cared nor did he. He pushed your back against the counter, letting his leg slip between yours, putting your hands on his chest.
 "A-Asmo... " you managed to whimper out, looking at him with flushed cheeks, half lidded eyes and shallow breaths. "please don't stop..." you pleaded.
"as you wish." He purred, cupping your cheeks into his hands and kissed you once again. "but... my sweet thing, I don't think I can do what you want me to do in the kitchen." he giggled, "lets go to my room, i can show you something sweeter."
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Beelzebub
Beelzebub wouldn't be too surprised too see you, more so happy to see that he'd be able to share his night time ventures for snacks with you. "ohh? have you found anything?" he hummed, happy to share whatever he found with you and knew you’d be the same.
You smiled and nodded at him, "i found a popsicle!" you chimed, holding out the one you took for yourself, taking a small bite off the top. He smiled happily, trying to search for one himself but pouted when there wasn't one.
"theres no more." He sighed, holding his stomach feeling hungrier over the thought of not having something for him. "ahh... im so hungry..."
You frowned, "do you want some of mine?" you asked, offering it out to him even if that meant you didn't get to have any. You'd rather him be happy than anything. "i don't mind sharing."
Beel looked to you with a smile "really?" He walked over to you and lifted you up onto the counter, placing his hands on either side of you and standing between your legs, excited to eat the treat but stopped when his eyes laid on you, frowning. "but you won't get to have any...."
Normally he’d just devour the thing but when it came to you, he wanted to put you first. And you really didn't want him to feel bad so you wanted to think of a clever way to get him to eat it. 
You pursed your lips and thought for a second before pressing a kiss to the popsicle before offering it out to him. "i like sharing with you."
Beel had little sparkles in his eyes now knowing you blessed the treat with a kiss just for him. He took a huge chomp happily and you took your own respectively but ah! it broke a bit and some got on your lip and chin. "oh-" you wiped it off your chin with your fingers but before you could do anything, Beel took your hand in his, licking your fingers clean. You blushed, blinking in surprise but his eyes trailed up to your lip.
"hold still" Beel mumbled, his hand resting on your cheek before leaning it and licking off your lips. He paused for a moment, looking over your eyes to see your reaction. he wanted to make sure you were okay before he did anything and blinked in surprise when you took another bite from the popsicle making sure to make a bit of a mess.
"you have to do it again.." you mumbled, cheeks flush with embarrassment. Beel took your hint and smiled a little, this time leaning in directly for a kiss. You closed your eyes, parting your lips to give him whatever access he needed.
It was a win win! you got to kiss the pretty demon boy and he got to eat something! but to Beel, he didn't care about food at this point. You were more than enough. He wanted to eat you up. maybe he'd bite you but not too hard, he didn't want to hurt you.
You were drowning in his kisses, surprised how little breath he needed but he couldn't think about doing anything but devouring your entire being.
"B-beel-! wait- the popsicle-" you gasped out, feeling it melt in your hand. For once, Beel was annoyed by food. It was getting in the way of what he was truly hungry for. He took one big chomp and ate the rest of it, tossing the stick somewhere before returning back to you.
His hands gripped your thighs bringing you close to the edge of the counter where your hips could meet his and kissed you. His lips were cold and sweet but you were a completely different type of sweet. He couldn't possibly feel hungry when he could kiss you however he wanted.
You had to pull away to breathe, holding his face since he couldn't quite restrain himself. "Beel... aren't you hungry?"
"not hungry anymore...not for food..." He moved to kiss your neck, "i just want you..." he whispered.
You felt your cheeks flush. "t-then... lets go to my room" and boy did he not waste a second.
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Belphegor
Belphegor would be roaming around doing whatever he wanted, probably unable to sleep at night since he slept through the day and spot you about to shove the popsicle in your mouth and make a gruff sigh. "what are you doing?" he yawned, hugging his pillow in his arm.
"oh- just... sneaking a snack before Beel does" You shrugged, motioning him over to join by your side. "wanna join me?"
He only made a hum in response before walking over to your side and leaning his head on your shoulder. He was clearly tired but he didn't want to go back to bed without you now that you were in his path.
It was like sometimes he could go to bed anywhere at anytime but then, the moment he saw you, he couldn't sleep without you in his arms. Belphie is just so clingy sometimes, you thought.
You ran your hand through his hair feeling him lean into your touch though he did his best to keep a sour tired expression on his face even if he was making the softest purr.
"do you want some?" you offered the popsicle to him but he only made a huff in response. "oh Belphie, don't be so grumpy-" you brought the popsicle up to your lips and kissed it before holding it out to him. "here, try it"
Belphie stared for a moment, tilting his head before leaning forward and chomping a massive chunk off with his sharp teeth, including the part you kissed for him. "gross. i hate this flavor..." he lied, blushing over the kind gesture. "its too sweet."
You couldnt help but giggle, bringing it back to your lips and ate it happily while he kept by your side, "i think I remember you said you liked this flavor because it was so sweet." you glanced at him in the corner of your eye. His entire attention was focused on you, wanting you to just hurry up so he could cuddle you in his bed.
"and honestly, i was craving something super sweet. and i promise, after i fill my sweet tooth, we can go to bed" you booped his nose, watching him scrunch it in response.
He made a slight huff, moving in front of you and rudely knocked the popsicle from your hand. "hey-!" you whined but were muffled quickly by him kissing you, cupping your face. Your eyes fluttered as you melted into the kiss, gently holding his wrists. It didn't take long for him to close the space between you two, guiding your arms over his shoulders before wrapping his arms around your middle.
there were times were Belphie was so tender and so soft, caressing your back so gently while giving you just the warmest little kisses and you wanted nothing more than to drift away in that moment, tangling your fingers in his loose hair. His kiss was sweet and warm, like a dream.
You let out a soft breath as he kissed the corner of your lips, moving to your jaw and down to your neck. "B-belphie-" you gasped as he littered kisses from your neck to your collarbone, his hands slipping under your shirt to touch your back skin to skin.
You couldn't help but get swept away in the moment, running your nails through his hair. "I-i want you..." you moaned.
He purred against your neck before letting out a chuckle. "i guess you just needed me to fill your sweet tooth.” he held your cheek and pressed a kiss. "lets go, I'm already super tired." he moved to hold your hand, tugging you to leave.
"but the mess- lucifer will get mad" You said, reaching for the little puddle forming around the melting popsicle only to feel Belphie's tail wrap around your wrist and direct you to look at him.
He smirked, "let him get mad" he brought you in for another kiss, "cmon I know a way to help you to sleep."
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puppymammon · 2 years
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nsfw//gn reader//afab satan//petplay & breeding
“When I said… I wanted to do this… I wanted… you to be the one to dress as a cat.” You watched as Satan quietly fumed in his chair, gripping the edge of his skirt angrily.
You sat on his bed, amused. “You put it on, Satan. Drop the act already.”
Satan’s face steadily grew red. He held up a hand to cover his face from your view. “….”
“C’mere,” you said, making a little noise with your tongue as if he were a real cat. He shot you a look but rose from his seat regardless.
He went to sit on your two legs, onto your lap, but you slid the left one away right in time so he was left straddling your right.
You took a hand up to fiddle with the bell on his collar, staring into his eyes as you heard his shaky breaths. You slid two fingers under the lace and abruptly pulled, causing him to slide forward. He let out a gasp, his back straightening up.
He closed his eyes, breaths getting louder as he allowed himself to start to gently grind down onto your lap. “Is that enough for you, kitten? Or would you rather use my mouth instead?”
Satan let out a strangled noise and rose a hand to cover his mouth.
“Aw, does my kitty want his pretty little pussy licked?” You peered down at Satan, watching as he tried to grind against your thigh harder.
“Please!” he gasped out, weakly reaching out for your forearm. “Oh, please!” Your thigh clearly wasn’t quite enough for him, his hips coming down rougher and rougher as time went on.
“Hm… or would you like to breed me? Or do you want to be the one bred?” You raised your thigh, watching in delight when he let out a choked noise.
“I want… I want anything. Anything you’ll give me.”
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st4rboyhere · 2 years
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Request from @theycallmekittenfr, thank you!!
I’m sorry this is so late!! I completely forgot abt it.
This will also be the last obey me post I’ll be doing for a while, I’ll be moving onto some other things I promised myself I would write.
this is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written.
The brothers thoughts while mc is in the human world!
This has smut, suggested masturbation, (Levi and Belphine have actual masturbation) nude sending, pantie stealing,
Lucifer
He suddenly has business in the human world.
So to save you both the trouble of leaving separately you two should go together.
None of his brothers, no distractions, just the two of you.
That sounds like a absolute dream.
And how dare you leave WITHOUT HIM?
He’s frustrated that you could do such a thing to him.
He immediately grabs his D.D.D and calls you, slamming it and almost breaking his phone when you don’t pick up and your voice mail plays with that beautiful voice he fell in love with and- AUGH
He makes it his top priority to ignore his phone and get his work done, trying not to care about the way you BETRAYED HIM, yet he can’t stop thinking about you.
He grabs his phone, quickly sending you a text that he deserves a proper apology when you get back.
He sets his phone down and continues the rest of his day with gritting teeth, it doesn’t help that his brothers seem almost as hurt as him, if not more by your sudden leave with no warning.
He leaves his brothers to themselves, not even trying to argue with mammon about how lazy he was being, the house never felt this empty before. His phone vibrates in his pocket, a text from you.
Fist clenching, he goes to his room, siting on his bed and looking at what you sent him.
His face flush’s at what you sent him, hand covering his eyes as he puts his phone down the opposite way.
How could you send him something like that?
A picture of your chest captioned,
Why cant I apologize now?
He grabbed the hem of his pants, tugging upwards and moaning at the feeling of the cloth against his hard-on.
Oh how he wished you were here.
Mammon
What made you think you were going alone?
Hes obviously coming with you? I mean you know that right? He’s your first man which means he’s gotta protect you! You should never go alone or even worse, with one of his brothers.
So imagine how betrayed he felt when you went alone to the human world?!
how could you? Honestly that was so messed up and he’s never gonna forgive you. He's sending you a shit load of messages about how he’s so upset at you.
You’re probably gonna have at least 500 missed calls too.
Tears run down his face as he cuddles your pillow, relishing in the scent you left behind.
He scrolls through his phone, looking at photos of you two together like you were never gonna come back again.
His phone falls on his face when he gets a FaceTime call from you, quickly wiping his tears and accepting your call.
Before you can speak he’s screaming about how unfair you are and how he hates you.
When he looks back down at his phone he’s realizes you hanged up and now he hates himself. He texts you many apologies, tears now falling down his face once again.
His phone slips out his hand again when you message him.
Im gonna be gone for a while but I can think of a way to make it up to you ;)
Mammon stares at the screen, sweating and trying to figure out just why you mean.
Fine. Make it up to me
He waits a few minutes.
Nothing.
He sets his phone down and sighs, closing his eyes to rest, snuggling into your pillow.
A few hours later he wakes up to a message from you, eyes groggy and not being able to see so it takes him a while to realize the picture is of your chest.
He squeals and drop the phone again on his face, squeezing his legs which squeeze his growing erection.
It’s gonna be difficult without you here.
Levi
I'm sorry but a much as I love him, I don't think Levi would care much.
Or maybe he just doesn’t even here you say bye cause he’s to into his hentai anime he’s watching.
He only notices you’ve left when he search’s for you to spend time with you or tell you about the newest rui-Chan figure.
He ask Beel he just pouts and looks away from him.
When he realizes you’re not here he locks himself back up into his room, getting in his phone and texting you all about the rui-Chan figure that’s glow in the dark.
That’s so amazing levi!
God he loves how supportive you are of him.
So what you doing in the human world? Must be boring, huh?
Actually I’m eating at all the places I loved during my childhood, don’t tell Beel that though, haha.
Oh that’s cool.
So when are you coming back?
I’m not too sure. Oh I have to go, bye Levi.
Bye
He lays his phone of his stomach, sighing and thinking of what to do. He’d much rather be with you then play a game.
Deciding on just watching a romance anime to remind himself of you, he puts on his headphones and turn on the computer, sounds of pornograpic moans filling his ears as he try’s to click off, forgetting about what he was doing earlier before he thought about looking for you.
Eventually he’s able to get off the site, sighing and throwing his head back at the feeling of his tightening pants.
He dosent waste any time in sliding his pants down, not bothering to left them get passed his knees before sliding his boxers down and taking his penis in his hand, thumb rubbing the slit as he imagined your fingers replacing his.
He wanted you so bad.
Satan
To be honest you forgot to tell him.
So he goes around asking his brothers if they’ve seen you, none of them answering and mammon just bursted into tears when he asked.
He has to shake mammon out of his sadness with a harsh slap and still didn’t understand what mammon was saying cause he just babbled.
He makes out from mammons sobs that your in the human world seeing family and friends.
He’s not too upset and he enjoys the house being quiet for once so that he can read in peace but it does feel empty without you.
He can’t help but read a book you two were reading together, flipping through the pages and imagining your reactions to it, bringing a warm smile to his face.
He gets to a particular dirty part, the very reason who chose this book to read with you.
The way you would gasp and your face would turn red, shaming her for his book choice and violently rub against us growing bulge.
Shit he’s hard.
(Sorry this one was short, this was the one keeping me from posting this cause it’s so bad)
Asmo
Don’t write for him.
Beel
He was so confused when he woke up to you gone.
When you told him you were going to go see some of your friends he asked in the most polite way ever if he could tag along, a big smile on his face.
You just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him you wanted to go alone so you left early in the morning.
He got so scared that you had disappeared he started sobbing.
He eventually finds out from Lucifer that you went ok your trip already.
He just wanders around the house, eating things, cleaning things, he likes the quiet a little too much but he would have perfered to spend it with you.
He goes to your room, ignoring mammon sobbing on your bed and going through your drawers.
He grabs your panties- AND NO I AM NOT SORRY, FOREVER IN MY EYES WILL BEEL IS A PERVERT AND IM NOT SORRY ABOUT THAT. HE IS A PANTIE STEALER AND SADNESS HEALER AND THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE- running out of your room and into his quickly.
Before he could take his zipper all the way down, his cock sprung out, hard and pre-cum all ready rushing down his tip just like his saliva on his jaw.
Oh this would be fun.
Belphie
Ok bye?
He really doesn't care.
But just like levi, hes eventually gonna miss you.
Since you came to devildom, he hasn’t been able to sleep without you next to him, holding onto him tight like you were never gonna let go.
He groaned as he opened his eyes again, being met with sunlight, instead he hoped for you, maybe coming back early, embracing him, running your fingers through his hair, shoving your fingers down his mouth and calling him a bratty slut, kissing his lips and giggling in between them.
He would text you but he doesn’t have the energy to get up or call someone to bring it to him.
He would love if you would yell at him him for being so lazy.
He thinks about the way you would coo, placing your hand on his pants and teasing him about getting so hard, twisting his nipples and licking them clean of his cum.
“Such a small dick,” he imagined you saying, smacking it and causing him to cum while embarrassment spreads to his cheeks at his nasty, perverted thoughts.
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writemanjiro · 2 years
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆
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| 340 words | fluff | tw: none | obey me | satan x gn!reader |
: ̗̀➛ prompt: write a scene between two of your characters with no dialogue. Make it a quiet, private moment where we see what they’re like together when no one else is around. [credits: @/yourdailywritingprompt (tiktok)]
: ̗̀➛ note: finally my first post! so the goal is to get you guys to write your own little drabbles to these prompts as well! There's no talking allowed in the writing with this prompt so let's use this opportunity to try and be as descriptive as possible. I personally found it a little difficult, but keep this in mind; Show your readers what you want them to see in the scene, don't tell them. Good luck! Tag me in your drabbles, write them through a reblog, in the comments, or in my asks! I'd love to see what you all come up with :D keep it under 500 words!
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The plush mattress and silky soft sheets are inviting beneath you as your eyes struggle to stay open, sleepiness washing over you in an instant. Your eyes close without your permission, leaving the page Satan was reading beside you. He had made it a habit somewhere along the way, of inviting himself into your room most nights to read and be in your company. Not that you minded much…Each turn of the page serves as a lullaby as you lie comfortably on his shoulder, taking in the sounds of the room as Satan occasionally reaches a hand up to run through your hair, soothingly. 
The House of Lamentation is silent; it's about a few minutes past midnight and everyone is cooped up in their respective rooms, turning in for the night. The peaceful silence is comforting. The only sounds that remain are the quiet hum of the AC, keeping you both cool from the blazing Devildom summer heat, as well as the breathing of the man you loved beside you. The slight whistle of his inhale and the gentle breeze of his exhale, you feel yourself relaxing further into his side. The dim light illuminating the pages of Satan’s book glows softly behind your closed eyes and it’s not long until you’re deeply sleeping on his shoulder.
Satan feels your breathing slow into a patterned rhythm, your hands falling gently to your sides as sleep completely takes over your body. He smiles softly at your sleeping form and yawns before setting his book aside and shutting the small lamp off beside him. A deep sigh escapes his lips, one full of content and peace as he guides you down with him onto your pillow, holding you close to his firm chest. One swift peck to your cheek serves as a goodnight and the blond quickly joins you in your slumber, allowing the small noises of the silent room along with your sweet breaths to lull him to sleep next to you. It was just another normal night for you both.
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Cuddles with Satan
Note: Saw that one devilgram where i think satan and mc were snuggling on a beanbag?? not sure, it was on youtube tho, mammon and levi threw a hissy fit over it so i decided to write this.
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You wrap your hands around his shoulders, pulling him a little closer to you. Resting your cheek on his hair you let out a large sigh and sink further into the beanbag, relaxing your whole body you feel yourself getting drowsy. The man in your arms has already fallen asleep so you didn't see any reason you couldn't do the same.
You feel his steady breaths against your neck, sure signs that your feelings of comfort were shared. You couldn't help but bear a small smile seeing him in such a state. Who would've thought the avatar of wrath himself could look so peaceful while he slept? Just as your eyes start to flutter shut, you feel him shift in his sleep.
Satan groans as he turns his head to look at your, half lidded eyes quivering, struggling to stay open. You normally would've laughed see him squint like this but your body was too tired, you end up simply letting out a happy sigh.
"Time...?" He asks groggily, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them in a attempt to see better. You regret leaving the lights on in the library, you two were sure to get a earful from Lucifer the next day. And yet, your exhaustion outweighed your fear of a lecture so you stayed put.
"It's late, but I'm not sure if either of us have the energy to walk back to our rooms." Satan lets out a whine, he props himself on one elbow, scanning the room for his phone.
"We...should be studying...hng."
"No." You stated stubbornly, Satan squints at you in confusion. "It's late, we'll study tomorrow, the test is next week we'll be fine." Hearing this, he scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows in an attempt to glare at you.
"I will be fine, I'm not too sure about yo-" and he get's cut off by a yawn. "...you though.." He almost looked like a cat then, you move so you're lying on your back and gently cup his cheek in one hand.
"Cute." Satan just let's out an ineligible sound and plops face down on your chest. You here a muffled 'shut up' right after. Cute, you think to yourself once more.
Satan slowly lifts his head up, meeting you with a light pink tint on his cheeks. He doesn't say anything, just looking at you with a pout, you stare back with an amused smile. With a sigh he averts his gaze, adjusting his body so he's fully lying on top of you, letting his arms loosely wrap around your neck. "Night..." He whispers.
You settle your hands on his back, then leaning forward you place a small kiss on his head. "Good night."
And before you knew it, sleep took over your body. It didn't bother you that the lights were on, neither did you bother you that you had no blanket. All that mattered was that you were here, holding the love of your life in your arms. What more could you want?
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leviathism · 2 years
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I really need some Satan fluff could you do that?
satan x gender neutral reader
Satan was sat in the very corner of the couch with you next to him. Your back was against Satan’s side, legs stretched out to steal the rest of the space. You didn’t really want anyone else to sit with you two, you just wanted Satan’s calming presence.
It was calm and quiet, the room absent of any annoying demonic voices complaining about money or anime or food. Maybe that’s why you liked Satan. He was more quiet and reserved and only rambled when he was provoked.
Satan’s arm snaked around you, squeezing in through the tight space between you and the couch. His hand gripped your face and squeezed your cheeks, making your lips squish together. “…” He laughed and titled your head back towards him so he could kiss the top of your head.
You also liked him for this reason.
When you pulled away from him, he gently let go, curious to what you were doing. And when you maneuvered yourself to lay your head on his lap, he smiled down at you and held your face with a hand to get a better look at you.
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Hiii , can I request M , K and V for Satan from obey me for the nsfw alphabet? If you aren’t doing requests feel free to ignore this and have a lovely rest of ur day <33
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Satan NSFW Alphabet (K, M, V)
Characters: Satan
Genre: Headcanons
Warnings: Rough Sex, Dacryphilia, Bondage, Degrading, Pet Play, Jealous Sex, Predator/Prey
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A/n- I'm so sorry this is so late, I hope it's not too shitty
Kink
Pretty obvious first one, Pet Play. He likes it when you wear cat ears and a collar. He might even make you drink milk out of a bowl if he's feeling a bit mean
Degrading, he sometimes uses sex as a way to release some aggression and anger so he can be a bit mean with his dirty talk
Rough Sex, again like degrading he uses sex as a release sometimes so he can get mean and rough depending on his day. He knows when he's gone too far and will stop when that happens but other than that he won't stop until he's not angry anymore
Dacryphilia, he loves seeing you cry in bed. It goes along with his degrading and rough sex, he hates when you are crying from being upset/hurt but in bed he sees it as him doing a great job
Bondage, he enjoys being in control and likes tying you up and doing whatever he wants (with consent of course)
Predator/Prey, he likes being in control and feeling like a predator gives him that sense of control
Motivation
Jealousy really gets him going, he hates it. He wants to mark you as his everytime he sees you so close to his brothers, especially Lucifer
He enjoys you teasing him and initiating sex with him. It makes him feel wanted and is definitely a way to help with his insecurities (cough Lucifer cough)
He also really enjoys seeing you in a collar he's bought you (cuz of course he's got you one), it's a way to show everyone that you're his and it makes him excited
I feel like being smart gets him going lol. He definitely enjoys intellectual banter and finding someone who knows as much (if possible more) as him than he wants you in his bed lol
Volume
I feel like he's not that loud but definitely talks
He mostly groans and grunts when he's being softer while throwing in an occasional praise
But when he's rough, he's degrading you almost every second. Calling you his needy slut and telling you how good of a whore you are for him and him alone
I feel like if he's really into it, he'll growl
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Petty mc #4
*everyone playing the guessing game in HOL*
MC: alright guys guess who am I?
Everyone: okay!
MC: *starts to slouch* ""yeah Lilith died because of God , now I'll never forgive humans , even though they have nothing to do with it!!"" *Starts to fake strangle themselves*
Everyone:
MC: alright guess now that was a pretty good acting !
Belphie: *sweating* I don't like this game anymore.....
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Okay but what if, before MC is taken to the future by nightbringer, they had a big fight with the brothers?
Like, they fought about something and said something along the lines 'go away' ' I don't want to see you', but then, when you don't return they start feeling guilty.
At first they'll think you're angry and don't want to talk with them, but when time passes and you don't return they start to get so worried, looking everywhere for you, regretting that the, possibly, last words they said to you were harsh confrontation.
The angst potential 😭😭 how do you think each of the bros would react?
😈🍬 anon
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a/n: well, nightbringer sure is a blessing for angst fans.
the worst goodbye | the demon brothers
2.8k words | gn!reader | sfw | angst
cw: mentions of lesson 16 in belphie's part.
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Lucifer goes to his office and pretends that he's not angry. He attempts to distract himself with paperwork, but all he does is read the same paragraph a few times over and over again before he throws the page down with a huff. He taps his pen against his desk while he sifts through the emotions clouding his mind. All he felt earlier was wounded pride—that's why he scolded you with more force than necessary, speaking with his cruel, barbed tongue but regretting it just as quickly. He admires and loathes your feisty temper. You're his stubborn, brave little human that stands up to him when most demons wouldn't dare to try.
He plans his apology like a mantra and goes to your room; he knows if he's sincere, you'll give him a chance to make things right. You don't answer your door when he knocks, and he peeks his head inside to confirm that you're not there. He sends you a message with his D.D.D. and shuffles awkwardly in the hallway while he waits for a reply. He asks in the family group chat, but no one's seen you recently and he ignores the initial tendrils of icy fear that make his chest feel tight. Surely you wouldn't have stormed off in a sulk? But he checks the rest of the house and his brothers realize slowly that something is wrong—you wouldn't just leave. Lucifer searches for you himself, around the House of Lamentation and all around the Devildom, searching for anyone that might've seen you, or any hint of where you've gone. But in the early twilight hours, he pours a glass of Demonus that remains untouched while he stares absently into the fire of his private study. His heart freezes over in your absence. Your warmth thawed his icy demeanor, and the roaring fire crackling nearby can't stop the chills that wrack through him when he tells himself that you're gone and he has no one to blame but himself.
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You rarely fight with Mammon these days, but when you do, it spirals out of control. He spits out scathing remarks about how he's sick of you trying to pry your nose into his business because he hates admitting that you're right. You try so desperately not to yell (or cry, or both) when you plead with him to forget about whatever risky scheme he's got planned. It's not worth risking Lucifer's wrath and whatever punishment lies in store when Mammon's plan inevitably fails to his own detriment. He stalks away and ignores the sound of your voice cracking in pain when you call his name one last time—and maybe if he were less incensed, he would stop and turn around and apologize. But today he feels particularly stubborn and he doesn't look back. He fully intends on leaping in his car and driving off into the night to burn off some steam, but he slumps against his bedroom door with his head in his hands and tries to remember why he was so angry with you to begin with. He can't pinpoint the reason and he knows you only have his best intentions at heart.
It feels like hours later when he ends up outside your door, head down and tail tucked firmly between his legs. He shouts through the wood when you don't answer and he swears he didn't mean it, that he'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. You're too patient and kind and loving for your own good, and he tempts fate every time he takes your forgiveness for granted. He opens the door and scratches his head in confusion when he realizes you're not there. He spots one of his brothers at the end of the hall, and his confusion sours into something ashy on his tongue when he asks him where you are. I haven't seen them—we all thought they were with you!
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Leviathan plays his game, tapping the buttons on his handheld with more force than necessary, as simmering anger from your fight earlier darkens his mood. He didn't mean to forget about your lunch date, so why did you get so mad? Maybe calling you a worse nag than Lucifer was over the top, but he planned on making it up to you later! He gets lost in his thoughts and plays his game until he realizes it's been a couple hours and his D.D.D. has been surprisingly silent. Sometimes you message him and invite him to talk things out in your room once you've both had time to calm down. He has no idea what it means that you've ignored him all this time and when he tries to message you first, they go unanswered. He shuffles to your room guiltily and hopes you'll be willing to talk face-to-face. It's almost dinner time, and maybe if you're feeling up to it, he can take you out for dinner. He even canceled his raid tonight so he can spend the evening curled with you on the sofa watching movies instead.
He doesn't expect to hear a commotion as he walks down the stairs to the first floor, and his brothers are crowded outside your room in various states of panic. Lucifer sees him and rushes to explain what's going on, but the words turn to radio static in Levi's head. He doesn't even notice that he drops his D.D.D. and it clatters to the ground, cracking the corner of the plastic case you gave him as a present not too long ago. Instead of cuddling with you on the sofa that night, he curls around his body pillow in the tub, his tail twitching noisily against the porcelain while he buries his head and deafens his whimpers in the tear-stained cotton. Come back, come back, please come back—
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When the rage subsides, Satan glances wearily around his room and the terrible mess he's made. Some of his favourite books are ripped and torn to shreds across the floor, but the sight hurts less than the memory of your heartbroken face crumpling in pain as you fought back tears. He's done many terrible things in his life he's not proud of, but insinuating you don't care about him might be the lowest blow he could use during a fight. You've only wanted what's best for him, and you try so hard to show the world that he's more than the violent, angry creature that lurks deep inside him.
If only the world could see you the way I do.
Regret quickens his steps and he leaves the broken chaos in his room to find you because he shouldn't have even let you go. Why did it take him so long to apologize? He doesn't deserve it, but if you'll only give him a chance, he swears to himself he'll make it up to you. He hastily wipes away the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes when he notices his brothers lingering outside your room. They're too distraught to notice the sharp bite in his words when he demands to know what's going on and where you are. Nothing they say makes any sense—you wouldn't just leave, right? He’s the first to tear through the house in a panic to find you, ignoring his brothers’ nervous pleas for him to calm down. You're nowhere to be found and eventually he returns to his room in a trance. No one knows how long he stands there, trembling with regret and shame and fury that someone or something dared take you away from him. All his brothers know, judging by the noise echoing through the halls, is that his room is nearly destroyed as he unleashed his heartbreak in a maelstrom of destructive rage.
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Asmodeus takes another selfie and posts it on Devilgram. He hopes the notification will pop up on your D.D.D. and you'll see him having the time of his life at The Fall. He wants you to see it—he hopes it fills you with regret for arguing with him earlier. He doesn't fight with you often, but your tongues are both sharp and laced with venom when you do face off against each other. He enjoyed the anxious gleam in your eye when he backed you into a wall and leaned down so you were nearly nose-to-nose, the sweet scent of his lip gloss lingering in the gap between you while he cooed about how pathetic you looked. But that was almost an hour ago, and he can only pretend for so long that he doesn't regret leaving you stunned and hurt in the front hall when he waltzed out the door and slammed it behind him. The pounding music can't drown out the wicked things he said to you, and the crowd can't distract him from your absence that weighs heavily in his heart. There are many demons nearby who'd kill for his attention, but he knows deep down that the only hands he wants roaming over his body are yours.
It's not long after that he pushes his way out of the club and into the cool night air, but he still hasn't heard from you. Surely you've seen his Devilgram posts by now? You're smart enough to recognize his desperate ploys for attention. Your attention. Are you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he deserves it, but he's anxious to talk to you and sends you a message on his walk home anyway. Message could not be delivered. The red text pops up on his screen, and he frowns and tries again. Message could not be delivered. He quickens his pace as he taps your contact name and calls you instead. Is there something wrong with your D.D.D.? "The number you have dialed is not in service."
He breaks into a run until the House of Lamentation peeks into view ahead. He bursts through the door and ignores Lucifer's angry shouts behind him as he rushes down the hall to your room, but all he sees is one of your favourite club outfits laid out on your bed, as if you were getting ready to come see him after all. Where are you? His brothers hover behind him and he borrows one of their phones so he can try calling you again. He tells himself that it must be a problem with his D.D.D. because no other explanation makes sense. "The number you have dialed is—" Asmo whimpers pitifully while he listens to the robotic voice drone on speaker for everyone to hear, and his brothers finally realize that something is wrong and split up to search for you. He chokes out your name and slumps onto your bed, inhaling your familiar scent when he holds your shirt, one that he bought you, to his face and sobs. He can hear his brothers' heavy footfalls throughout the house while they look for you, but deep down, he already knows you're gone.
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Beel glances at the stands and wipes sweat and dirt from his brow. He can spot his brothers easily enough—it's hard to miss them, with the way Asmo's waving the glittery handmade sign with his name in bold pink lettering—but he doesn't see you. There's an empty space between Mammon and Levi where you normally sit, and they've kept it free for when—if—you show up. You've never missed one of his games, not ever. Maybe the argument earlier upset you more than he realized. He knows you don't normally eat his food on purpose. He knows you meant it when you sputtered apologies when you realized your mistake. He knows how hurt you were when he shouted at you in a hungry rage. The rest of the game passes by in a blur. He moves on autopilot, his mood growing more and more despondent each time he checks the crowd and realizes you're still not there. He barely recognizes his team's happy cheers when the game ends in victory. He has a quick shower and makes his excuses to his teammates because he already has plans for dinner tonight, with you, hopefully. He stops by Hell's Kitchen and picks up your favourite takeaway order and heads home. It's a peace offering, one of many apologies he owes you.
By the time he knocks on your door, he's eager to see you. Silence. He knocks again and waits, and he hesitantly pushes the door open when his greeting goes unanswered. You're not in your room, and after a quick search of the house, he realizes you're not anywhere. He visits your room over and over again as if you'll finally pop out and tell him you were just teasing him, because you wouldn't ever leave him on purpose, right? His name on a handmade sign on your bed, and one of his old jerseys he gave you, are all that you left behind and he wonders if he would've been able to stop you leaving had he come home to you sooner. (Your takeaway dinner remains uneaten in the fridge in case you come back, and Beel refuses to eat it himself or let anyone else eat it either. One of his brothers has to throw it away when it eventually turns rancid—Beel can't bring himself to do it, because it means admitting you may never come back.)
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Belphie doesn't like sleeping alone. Most nights if he sleeps alone, it's by choice—his choice. Tonight should've ended like most nights do: with the both of you sharing the bed in the attic. He sleeps better when you're close. You're a warm weight curled against him, and the smell of your shampoo and your minty breath are small comforts when he has bad dreams. Sometimes he wakes up in a panic, his shirt damp with cold sweat, and he listens for your quiet snores, proof that you're alive, that the nightmare of your windpipe crushed in his deadly grip isn't real. Belphie sleeps in the attic alone tonight because you decided you needed space. It's petty revenge for earlier when he woke up from a nap in a foul mood and snapped at you in his frustration. He fluffs his pillow and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. He can't get comfortable and it's your fault. The house grows quiet as his brothers retire to their rooms and fall asleep, and Belphie senses when you finally drift off to sleep too. If he wakes up before you tomorrow, he'll crawl into your bed and hope that you'll be more receptive to his apology when you wake up.
It takes longer than usual but he finally falls asleep and feels content. Even when he's unconscious, he instinctively reaches for your presence and it calms him. Your dreamscape is like a little pond, and he watches from his own nearby shore as your thoughts pass by in a blur, like slick oil paintings skimming over a watery surface. He doesn't like to intrude on your dreams if he can help it—he only interferes when he senses them slipping into nightmares instead. He tells himself it's not selfish to erase them for you, but the truth is that he's not sure he can stomach seeing his own face reflected in your dreams anymore, not with its wicked sneer and bloodstained teeth. He's not sure he forgives himself for what he did to you, and he wonders if you've truly forgiven him too.
Something odd in your dreamscape shifts suddenly and it catches Belphie's attention. The images in your subconscious grow murky and twisted, like they're being sucked down into some unseen void. Your presence is like sand falling through his fingertips, and it's harder and harder for him to feel you. He reaches out to your mind to wake you up because he doesn't know what's wrong, but something about this scares him. He jolts awake in the attic, chest heaving with the final memory of something snapping in his mind, like the cord that tethered you to him was suddenly cut. Eventually his brothers get up too and he can hear the commotion coming from down the stairs. He makes his way to your room in a trance before they can come find him. He already knows what his brothers are struggling to understand, the truth that no one can explain. You're gone somewhere far away, impossibly out of his reach, and he dreads falling asleep and feeling the void your absence left behind.
Sleep evades him until he forces himself to try and rest, and he finds himself in your bed instead of his own. He curls himself around your pillow underneath your sheets, clinging to the last whiffs of your scent, and he hopes you'll wake him up and tell him this was nothing but a bad dream. (Your scent fades away long before the nightmare ends, and he stops sleeping in your room after that.)
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luxthestrange · 6 months
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Incorrect quotes#908 Sacrifice...
Mam, Satan, Asmo, and You sneaking back into the house after going to a club you were supposed to be back ...3 hours ago
Mam*Sees Lucifer is awake in the library and can see him from the outside*... We need a diversion. I say Asmo gets sleepwalking naked again
Asmo: No.
Mc: I could get naked
The brothers*Knowing what Lucifer will do if he sees you naked* NO!!!
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hyperfixat · 10 months
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How they show affection, demon brothers!
roughly ~700 words :3 side characters ver
Mammon bites.
Seeing how quickly Mammon took to you, he started showing affection around day three of knowing you, after forming your pact. At first you thought he was sniffing your hair, and maybe you needed new conditioner, but then you felt the graze of teeth on the lobe of your ear and a gentle bite.
You don’t react, save for a mild blush, and Mammon’s makes an oddly bird-like chiro, before pulling away from you.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You bit me,” you acusse. It’s not like you’re mad, but knowing why might be nice.
“Stupid human, you’re imagining things,” and if you didn’t believe him from the tone of his voice the aggressive sunburnt red that eclipses his whole face shows he doesn’t mean it.
Satan headbutts.
It took a while for Satan to be affectionate with you, maybe shortly after the Lucifer slash London incident was when he first rammed his (thankfully horn-less) head into your arm. You thought he just bumped into you, maybe he stumbled and to spare him embarrassment, you didn’t mention it.
But then it happened again, this time he made eye contact with you before shoving his scalp into your chest. You melted.
Satan’s so sweet to you, for real for real.
Lucifer purrs.
Now don’t ask him or accuse him of purring because he will deny it, vehemently.
((The Avatar of Pride does not purr, don’t be ridiculous, MC. (Lying through his teeth.))
You only had the opportunity to hear it once in your first year at RAD, the night before you left, he had let you hold his head in your lap and bask in the warmth of your stomach and thighs in between the other activities you did that night.
Lucifer’s eyes has lidded and he gaze up at you with near heart shaped pupils, eyes nearly completely red, and a low rumble began in his chest.
At first you had thought he was growling and you did something wrong, but when you had stiffened up for a brief instance, Lucifer had snuggled his face deeper into your skin.
Asmodeus rattles.
You can’t see where it’s coming from, but it sounds like a baby rattle or the rattle of a snake.
“MC!” [aggressive rattling]
It was really confusing the first couple times and you had to eventually ask if there was a bug somewhere. Asmo, naturally, got offended, but as soon as you told him it was okay and you were just curious, he tells you it means he’s happy.
Cutie Patootie!!
Belphegor licks.
Belphie doesn’t give short little kitten licks, he gives long, drawn out licks across whatever he can access easiest (usually your neck or chest). His tongue is rough and tends to feel a bit scratchy against your skin and sometimes catches on your clothes.
The first time it happened was shortly after the attic incident, and you had thought you were alone in your bed and nearly had a heart attack when a lazy, oddly thick tongue went over your exposed forearm.
You, as one does when startled, screamed.
Belphie leans upward with a grumble, eyes alert though. “What’re you screamin’ about, MC?”
Beelzebub bites and buzzes.
He tries to keep it to just licks, he knows his teeth are sharp :( and he’d hate to hurt you by accident. But after you get your pact and harming you becomes much more unbearable, he will play-bite much more often.
AND he buzzes (like a fly, teehee) when he is especially content.
Leviathan purrs(?).
It’s probably some deep sea monster echolocation thing, but the closest you can describe it as is a purr.
Now getting him to purr is harder than getting Lucifer to purr, he gets up in his own head a lot, so usually when he’s sleepy he purrs (maybe it’s a trill?) into your side.
Bonus for Memphis, TN. (Mephisto)
Since we have not seen his demon form (thx solmare), I have to use what I know of my babygirl to guess what he is like.
I think he probably taps MC with his cane, like a poke or something idk it’s cute give me more mephisto content pls.
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strawberry-cowmilk · 5 months
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playing with the brothers' hair
mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read
content warnings: none
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Lucifer
it's only allowed in his room or office when he's absolutely 100% sure nobody can walk in on him getting his hair played with by you, especially his brothers
you can tell he loves it, he just won't admit it plus he denies it
like come on lucifer sir you're literally closing your eyes and leaning into the touch
bring that up and no more playing with his hair for a week though
Mammon
he's like 'sure if you absolutely want to you can play with my hair, totally not because I want it, no way'
when you play with his hair he's so happy, and after you're done he's in a very good mood
like levi was surprised when mammon actually passed him the salt at dinner
mammon lets you try to do silly hairstyles on him, he shows you a picture on his ddd and asks if you'd like to recreate it
Leviathan
he is very surprised of course, and when he lets you he jumps away after one stroke
but he comes back just as quickly, blushing he asks if you could gently run your fingers through his hair
not only do you play with levi's natural hair, but he lets you style his cosplay wigs as well (while he's wearing them)
anyways, you playing with his hair really calms him down after losing a game or watching a sad show
Satan
he thinks it could be a nice bonding moment to let you play with his hair while he reads
maybe he can even read to you
his hair is surprisingly soft too meanwhile all he uses to take care of it is water and shampoo
satan really loves it too but he's kind of casual about it, he calmly asks if you could play with his hair whenever you're alone
one time he actually fell asleep while you were doing it
Asmodeus
he's been waiting for this moment
he pulls out his collection of products and accessories and lets you do whatever you want to his hair
as long as you're not making him look silly on purpose it's all okay
if you don't want to use products but just want to feel his hair that's okay too of course
but he loved it a little too much, so now you have to do it every day
Beelzebub
of course he lets you play with his hair
the first time you did it he was eating a pizza, you know he loved the feeling of you playing with his hair when he actually put the pizza away to smile at you and tell you he is loving this a lot
now beel asks you to do it after his visit to the gym (after he showered of course)
it really helps him relax after his intense workouts
Belphegor
he's very happy on the inside when you ask him, but he just says 'sure go ahead'
just make sure his hair doesn't get too tangled because he thinks it's a pain to brush everything out later
after literally one minute he fell asleep, that's how much he was enjoying it
now every time before he wants to nap and you're around, he gives you that kind of look you know means 'come play with my hair please'
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minimallyminnie · 10 months
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Hi! Sorry I haven’t been writing lately! Hopes this makes up for it!
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Gn reader, Nightbringer timeframe so you are their attendant, uhhh a bit dark with some of them (Levi, Satan, Twins)
How you show the brothers you care about them even if they don’t remember you.
Lucifer
Though he stays in his room all the time, he does get up to do his daily things outside.
That being said, those days were rare when you could only hear the same album and small hics coming from his room
You remember the album from your time frame, he told you once
You were drinking tea with him and he told you how it was Lilith’s favorite album to play when she was happy
It hurt to see him not go to the table and eat.
So once Beel is out of sight in the kitchen, you go inside, make a plate of dinner and fill up a cup of hot tea for him
You knock twice on the door and set the food down next to the door, covered with foil and sticky note that says
“Lucifer, you should eat more. -[MC]”
You know he’s there when you come back to sweep the hallways and see an empty plate with a cup on top.
You only take the dishes in silent content and wash them in the kitchen.
Happy knowing that Lucifer at least ate.
Lucifer, in his room is working diligently on paperwork. He doesn’t need an…attendant to take care of him.
He’s capable damn it!
He can’t say he’s not capable. His pride doesn’t allow him. To be weak. To ask for help. To apologize.
His pride…has hurt his brothers. Has hurt them so many times. It’s best if he just stays inside and not hurt anyone.
He can’t let them suffer from his problems anymore, that’s how they ended up here.
He hears footsteps outside and is alert instantly, wondering if his brothers need something or if they’re asking for him to eat dinner with them or if they’re complaining about what so ever
But when he hears a gentle clink on the floor outside his room and the footsteps retreating, he knows that it’s you.
Lucifer waits for the footsteps to no longer be heard before he cracks open the door and sees a plate and a glass. He picks them up and locks the door again.
He sees the small sticky note on it and somehow in his cold and closed off heart, his heart warms at the note
He brushes it off before eating and drinking the entire thing, leaving it outside the door where it was previously in a pristine manner.
Now even if you are just an attendant, he won’t try to make your job harder than it is.
Somehow a part of him calls out to him that he just cares about you.
Mammon
His obsession with greed and Grimm has turned up to the max when he got turned into a demon
That being said, since he’s so busy trying to take care of his brothers who are falling apart day by day, he forgets to take a break
Anytime that you tell him, he’ll laugh it off and asks if you think he’s that weak
…you know he’s not weak.
The pain from losing his baby sister, how his brothers are crumbling, Lucifer not coming out of his room, this new home, his new body and wings, his virtue turning to a sin.
A sin that’s going to eventually cause everyone he loves to hate him. He despises his sin of Greed. It’s twisted, it’s malicious, it’s…awful.
Mammon can’t take it anymore but he still endures it for his family.
Just like in your time where he’s being berated left and right. You fall for him all over again.
One day, Mammon forgets to leave his door locked leaving you to come in and sneakily turn off his alarm clock before going back to Cocytus Hall
You do all his tasks for the morning once you get the to the HoL, telling the brothers that he’s just tired today (and he is, not that you’re lying)
When he wakes up and panics, you manage to calm him down explaining how he needed rest and that you’re taking a break. He calms down but then he sees you with a tray of cold tea and…two bowls of spicy ramen?
Hell Soy Sauce Flavored Cup Ramen??
He’s never heard of that before, sorta scary…but you said it was a treat from yourself
He picks up his chopsticks and takes a bite.
It does taste spicy and he chugs the tea while you’re laughing at his expression
But he looks at your smiling face and he thinks about how warm he feels inside, not knowing if it’s the ramen or you
He takes another bite and starts talking with you about how you knew about these noodles
“A close friend of mine shared some with me a few times.” He’s a bit jealous of this “close friend” but he still eats the ramen
Huh. He feels a lot better today than the past few months he’s been in the Devildom….
He thinks he finally has a favorite food now.
Leviathan
When he landed in the Devildom, he didn’t know why he was even there anymore
He was made for war and bloodshed against demons
Now he’s become what he sworn to kill
What…what’s out there for him anymore?
The days where he wakes up and gets out of bed feeling awful as can be are the hardest.
He has to show everyone how awful he feels and looks today.
He hates the stares he gets from his brother when they think he’s not looking for looking like he just rolled out of bed.
He hates his wings, his tail, his personality, how awkward he is, he wants his long and flowing robes back that made him confident like Lucifer was
He knows his younger brothers are suffering even more than him. He knows how much Satan feels like he doesn’t belong in their family. If he were just braver or if Satan was just mellower, he would take care of him like how Mammon did for him. But he’s a coward. He’s jealous of how well Mammon can handle things, how he can adjust so damn fast.
He hates himself
On one of the days you’re adjusting the pictures around the HoL after one of Satan and Belphegor’s fights, you hear a small voice from Levi’s room
Going closer, you hear me him say how he wanted to try this new game out that’s hot on the market but he can’t get the time to. When you peek in to see who’s he talking to, there’s a sheep plushie that you gave to the brothers to share and talk to.
New game….hmm you had extra Grimm right? Mammon didn’t steal any this week either!
You zap your phone out and quickly order the game. It didn’t make a huge dent in your account considering the amount of jobs you’ve taken during the free time you have
The next day, you knock on Levi’s door with an excuse to ask him for help on one of the Ruri Chan levels
When he opens the door, he sees a wrapped item in your hand which you promptly give him
“Consider it a gift for not leaving your tiny figurine accessories around the floor.” And then you walked away
Levi shuts his door and opens the gift nervously
He gapes at the game, how did you know he wanted this game?! Did you hear him??!
Levi will have to thank you tomorrow after he finishes the first part of the game first!
He wonders if he has to go to the doctor later though since his stomach is doing flips left and right…
Satan
It does take a while for Satan to properly put his comfort and trust in you
But it does somehow happen.
He’s lashing out at everyone and everything left and right
But he doesn’t know why it makes him angry.
He hates the looks on his brothers the people he lives with faces
Their faces…it scares him but his own pride refuses to acknowledge the fear
But when he sees your face…you never seem scared or upset at him.
Always…cheerful and somehow nostalgic even though you never met him before Mammon managed to catch you
He tries to push you away, tries to make his pain and internalizes that he’s a monster. A mistake that was only created by accident.
But.
You never stray away.
Shouldn’t an attendant rationalize their situation?!
Even if he lives in the same house, he could kill you more than any of the others!
But anytime he’s actually in his room, you’re always knocking.
You’re patient with him.
You’ve always been patient with him unless he actually does something messed up.
You don’t see him as a monster or Lucifer’s little copy. You see him as him.
His favorite thing of the day when you’re working is just going in his room during your breaks (which he memorized) and waiting for you
You knock and he opens the door. You always wait for him.
“Can I hang out with you for a bit?”
He always nods and lets you in
You end up talking about mundane things, you seem to know or find out things he might actually like!
You’re really smart and scary too but he won’t say that of course
He likes that you understand him. He’s not all that alone in this hellhole.
He just likes talking to you without being judged or interrupted. You don’t do those, you just listen to him.
And really, that’s the most amazing thing that someone can do for him.
…No you’re really the most amazing person that’s done this for him.
Asmodeus
Oh as if you aren’t his gift already!
Jokes aside, he is wary of you
You just dropped in and now you’re their attendant?!
Unbelievable! But of course he’s not going to say that in front of Lucifer and Diavolo!
Good heavens devildom, that would be his death wish!
He frequently looks up at the heavy clouds over the Devildom
He knows the sun never rises but, he wishes just one more time he’d be able to see the perfect sunrise and sunset before he got thrown here
Here where he looks like a freak.
Where he was praised and celebrated for his beautiful pearly white wings and his gorgeous robes. Where he had a damned amazing smile that lit up a room. Where is now gone. Permanently
He cries every-time he looks past a mirror or a reflection of himself
He has ugly ugly pointed horns that twist, hearts that look like they dripped down on his arm, and four short wings that don’t even look have as gorgeous as his old ones did.
He’s almost broken every mirror in the house he’s come by when he has thoughts like these. Mammon asked you while Asmo was crying one day to just make anything that looked remotely shiny, matte. Desperate to stop his younger brother’s tears.
(And you did. He figured out it was you and Mammon later and thanked both of by taking you two out for drinks. He starts to get used to one mirror at a time.)
He hates how his sin causes him to lust after everyone. He hates it. He can’t bear the pain in his heart when he meets someone who just wants to be friendly and he immediately thinks about how to bed them.
He just wants normal thoughts for once. Not all the lust addled thoughts that never quiet down.
He feels like an…item. Used for one night stands when he actually succeeds in bedding them and never again. Regret following him every time. Spiraling in his bed all alone.
Well, until you came.
He pounces on you with words filled with sweet and honey like words
But you know him.
You gently let him down each time but you let him do it to you everyday
Every day is another compliment, pick up line, or flirting act. He actually managed to stop going to parties after shooting all his lust willpower against you!
Did you plan this?! Oh sweetie~♡!He should’ve known! ♡
He’s…not upset though. He’s happy. No more being an item for demons or magic users anymore…he can…use his lines on you.
You…you don’t shame him or get embarrassed of them
(not even when they’re ultra lusty! Are you used to it already…? Did you hear them from someone somehow?!)
You don’t scorn him or look at him in disgust.
No. You don’t do any of those things even though he told you of the horrible things he’s done and how much he misses his appearance in the Celestial Realm.
Instead, you always surprise him and you smile and laugh at his daily routine with you. Even playing along with his antics sometimes.
“Haha! U + I = 69? Well I must be 59 since you’re a 10!”
And you smile.
A beautiful soul and creature called him a 10/10.
You called him beautiful.
When you walk away to subdue the brothers from arguing again, his eyes glaze over with tears.
His brothers had told him yes, and they mean a lot. But for someone who didn’t know him like his brothers and still saw beauty in a twisted angel like him…
His lust for you turned into something else.
Beelzebub
Everyday. Every single day. He dreams of the same thing that he doesn’t think it’s a nightmare anymore.
He sees Lilith die in Belphie’s arms, bleeding and beaten.
He sees Belphie look at him with despair and emptiness asking him why, why didn’t he save her? Why didn’t he save his baby sister? Why, why, why?
He wakes up with cold sweat at the same time every morning and tries to eat something from the pantry
But once he grabs something, a voice whispers to him. A voice that sounds like Lilith.
“Why didn’t you save me? Why, why, why? You should’ve died and left Belphie and I to live. I loved you and you left me to die by myself. Why Beelzebub? Why?”
Sometimes, when he looks at you, he sees Lilith there. Standing with a terrified and confused look. He knows you aren’t her but you…you somehow have that warmth that she had, intensified.
Beelzebub’s guilt and regret always stays with him. Any time he eats, he tastes despair on the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat
He saved Belphie…but his baby sister. The one who everyone, especially him was supposed to protect and fight for…
Died. Died alone. Died falling in pain.
(Lucifer almosts knocks on his door sometimes at night when he hears him but stops just an inch before. He cannot. He has to keep his lips shut.)
Everyday. Carrying the weight of his sister’s death around his neck. One day, he wonders if the weight will carry him instead.
He hates his sin. How he wants and wants and wants and takes and takes and takes and then when he cannot get it
He ruins.
He tore down Mammon’s wall, made all of Satan’s bookshelves fall on the floor, broke a huge piece of Asmodeus’s bathtub, and caused one of Levi’s figurines to snap in half. Just because he was the avatar of gluttony.
He hates it.
He hates it even more when he almost clawed you across your neck because he smelled candy in your pocket when he was desperate
You…you didn’t seem to be scared though.
(You already knew how he was.)
You were startled when he almost hit you but you just put down the cleaning towel down and took out the pieces of candy from your pocket and just gave it to him
He was incredibly confused on why you didn’t scream, or cry, or even get angry at him
“Just ask me next time, I always have some sort of candy or snack on me. Besides, I can cook for you too.”
He’s amazed at the fact that you just offered to cook for him
And when he wakes up from his nightmare again, you’re in the kitchen. Cooking some pancakes
He just sits down after he washes his face and his hands and watches you from the counter
When you’re done, you just give it to him on the plate with a lot of fruits and some whipped cream. It towered as high as his head even without the berries and cream.
His eyes just sparkle and his mouth gapes at the sight
He devours the delicious cakes in a minute and looks up at you to see if you’re upset about your hard work just disappearing like that
But you just smile at him and offer him some more.
Beelzebub doesn’t see Lilith anymore. Not even hearing her voice or her touch. He can feel her…no your warmth radiating from you.
He can feel some heat go to his face as he nods
Beel would be forever grateful for the break you’ve given him from his torment
Belphegor
Being the youngest means you really don’t have a say in anything you do
He followed Beel who followed Mammon who then followed Lucifer
He loved Lucifer but…
His sister…died
The one thing that he wished for was for his family to not perish
And he lost his sister.
With the anguish and grief upon him, he wonders how she’d be alive
If Lucifer hadn’t went against their father, she would’ve had a peaceful death…
If Beelzebub hadn’t saved him, she would still be alive…
No. It’s his fault.
He introduced her into the human realm. He killed her. He killed her.
It’s all his fault from the start.
He shouldn’t have went off with her to the realm of mortals
He should’ve just said no to her even with her puppy eyes
A piece of his heart is empty and dead from his sister’s death
She’s gone and it’s because of him.
He should’ve died that day.
He rather sleep and indulge in his sin as everytime he sleeps, he dreams of his whole family being together.
He curls up around his pillow, not allowing anyone, not even Beel to wake him up until he is needed.
Belphie promises to himself to protect his family. No matter what he does or kills.
…he sees how Beel looks at you though.
How he feels some sort of familiarity like…
Beel told him before how your presence felt like Lilith’s warmth.
And he was right. But it quickly turned into a bitter and regretful reminder for him.
He can’t stand to feel Lilith anymore. Not when she isn’t here.
But he feels a sort of warmth when you vacuum around him with a silent spell on the machine. He can see through his cracked opened eyes how cautious you are of him sleeping on the ground in his room
You…you even take his blanket and drape it over him gently.
And then go about your day.
This happens anytime he’s sleeping on the floor somewhere. Outside, inside, the planetarium…anywhere
And you always bring back the blanket he sleeps with no matter what.
He asks you why you do this when you could just leave him alone
“I don’t want you to get sick or cold when you sleep. It disturbs you and makes your dreams really difficult.”
Wow…you really do care that much.
He just falls asleep again afterwards when you drape it over him
But this time, the dreams of his family eventually add you in it, by his side laughing freely…
He wonders why Lilith never regretted falling in love with a creature that wasn’t an angel until he met you.
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Uh so for Asmodeus’s, I know he looks in the mirror but I kinda hc him to completely break down when he would see his reflection right after becoming a demon? I mean change yk?
As always, thank you for reading!
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