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hanbxnn · 2 days
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HI!!! I discovered you through Ao3, and I just wanted to say that I really like your writing style! You don't have to take this ask if you don't want to, and I figured you're already super busy taking in other requests and writing them. But out of curiosity, from a scale of 1-Lucifer's patience, how angsty would a fic about the obm brothers gradually beginning to forget Mc's name, face, and voice as years and decades pass by their inevitable death?
hello! ♡ tysm for the love and support, i really appreciate it!! my inbox is always open for you guys so don't feel bad for requesting or just even dropping by to say hi c: anyway im only used to writing crack, fluff and smut so i've just made a general scenario of what i think would happen ;;
with every passing year of the anniversary of your funeral, the brothers think that it would get gradually less painful but the whole cycle of grief hits them all over again as if the pain of your death happened just the day before
this is where they seriously detest their immorality, unable to escape the torment of being constantly reminded of how fragile and precious human life really is
they feel guilty for not giving you the bestest welcome, starting out on the wrong foot causing them to lose all those days where they could have spent making meaningful memories with you
the years that you were alive that the brother had gotten to known you was a blur for them; a tiny frame in their everlasting life that suddenly feels so agonisingly long
the only memories they would have of you that was always clear was the pictures and videos they have of you in their DDD
with each passing year, the pictures that they have to post of you gets less and less
somedays, they resort to posting the same picture year after year since there comes to a point where there is no more photos of you left to post
but they come to learn that time heals, they learn to come to terms with your parting and slowly begins to move on with their lives
when they visit some of your favourite places and order your favourite dishes, you are no longer the person they think of
you're the last person on their mind when go on trips and participate in your usual hobbies
so much time passes that they forget about you bit by bit, the room that used to be yours was remodelled and is now just another one of the many empty rooms in the house of lamentation
the photos of you in the RAD yearbook is so old and dated that they're shoved far and deep in the depths of the devildom library
every trace of you that you had left in the devildom gets erased ever so slowly that no one even notices
there will come one day where someone will mention your name offhandedly and it will sound so unfamiliar that they start to question if they had just someone made up
they'd tease that person, thinking that they had mistaken your name for someone else's name that sounds only slightly similar
of course, there'd be at least one brother that will always remember you, watching as each of his brother move on and forget in their own way
he watches as each of the little traces that you left in the house slowly disappear, watching as the flowers wither on your grave, where grime and moss cover your headstone, where he can't even make out your name anymore
he's determined to be the one that'll remember you no matter how long it has past but he finds it increasingly hard when the features that he once loved so much on your face begins to blur all together every time he tries to picture you
and when he tries to talk to you in his head, he can't remember the tone or pitch of your voice anymore. he can no longer picture how you'd reply to his questions or what you would comment on when he talks about his day
he worries for the day that comes where he can no longer remember you like everyone else because while you were no longer there, at least you were still alive in his memories
but the day when you are no longer there in his memories, he worries that will truly be the day where you are no longer alive
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Pissed MC x Satan
Word count: 792
Warnings: Lucifer in general, Lucifer hatred ngl, anger issues, can be read as romantic or platonic, very self indulgent for me.
Reader: gn, you/your pronouns
A/n: Satan isn’t even my favorite but this is very him centered since then he has become one of my favs, tied with Levi. Obvious Satan favoritism from the reader. Can be read as platonic or romantic. I started this when I was mad for a reason I couldn’t even tell you at the time so have this.
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snap
The tip of your pencil snapped for the fourth time in the past fifteen minutes. No matter how hard you tried to focus on your tasks, the rage flowing under your skin refused to dissipate. With an aggravated sigh, you head to your room on the first floor, passing several of the brothers as you go. The look on your face warned them of what was coming, anger so loud and dangerous you almost rivaled them.
Between Lucifer never listening to anyone. You, Beel, and Luke almost dying at the hands of the aforementioned brother. Mammon being treated like shit for no good reason. And a wide assortment of other reasons cause you to slam the door harder than you meant to. Though the door slamming acts as a last warning to any remaining demon that you’re about to go on a rampage. This is the one time you’re glad Lucifer’s study is in the same hall as yours. Any other day you would resent it because it made sneaking to the boys’ rooms more difficult. This time it means he knows how bad he’s pissed you off and maybe this time he’ll be the one ticked off.
Finally snapping back to reality, you quickly take anything fragile off their shelf and place it on the table outside your door. It’s not like it was used for anything but filler for the empty space in the hallway anyways. Finally, now the rage-fest can begin. 
Soon enough your bedroom is equal to, if not worse than, the aftermath of Satan. But that isn’t good enough for you, how could it be when your blood is still burning and your heart still pounds? Stepping around the various broken objects, you make your way towards the front doors, only to be stopped in your tracks by something grabbing hold of your arm. Forcefully stopping you in your tracks. Much to your demise.
Whirling around, you’re tempted to snap at whoever or whatever interrupted your rampage, but stop in your tracks at the piercing green eyes that catch your own. There’s an almost instant rush of relaxation that floods over you when you finally realize who it is. Satan. Your favorite of the brothers. The one you get along best with. Normally, you don’t have to be angry to get along with the Avatar of Wrath, but this time is strikingly different. This time, he feels your rage building in himself. This time, he knew you were angry long before even you yourself had taken notice. And he didn’t want you falling to his level when he was angry himself, despite knowing how your room was in shambles. Watching as your face softened, he pulled you close to him in an embrace. He knew all the ways to make you feel better, sometimes even better than yourself.
Laying your head on his shoulder, you’re acutely aware of two things. One; how he smells of a combination of coffee, old books, and the underlying scent of his cologne. And two; of how surprisingly exhausted you are. You normally don’t get tired after your rampages, but you suppose the sleepless nights preceding destruction of your room can take their toll on someone, human or not. With a sigh, you stay wrapped in his arms for who knows how long. After what feels like an eternity, you slowly pull away from Satan and look at him with such soft eyes he wouldn’t believe that you were the one making the whole street fear for their lives if he didn’t know better. With a slight rasp - you were just screaming like a maniac after all - you ask him to take you anywhere but your room. With a nod, he leads you to the library he spends any time not glued to your hip in.
Moving books off the chaise, he quietly tells you to sit down as he walks out of the room leaving you to your own devices. Usually you’d be annoyed at him leaving you but you knew he left for a reason, even if the exact reason was unknown to you. Deciding to get more comfortable, you pull a blanket you brought in months ago for when Satan falls asleep and you can’t wake him over your body and wait patiently for him to come back. Though this doesn’t last long, as soon you’ve dozed off and Satan can’t bring himself to wake you. He decides to let you rest, your tea can always be reheated and the book he planned to read to you can wait. Unfortunately, he can’t sit and read while you’re dozing, someone needs to fix your room and so he decides to fix it for you, with some help from Mammon.
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rustytrident · 28 days
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cw periods, gn reader/mc
i hc that demons can smell blood, right? idk if it's canon or not but they are predators so it would make sense in some degree.
now imagine mc coming back from somewhere where they went without the brothers (preferably after running some errands alone) and the moment they step in it's pure mayhem: demon lords running around in a frenzy, coming out of their rooms and offices and crowding around them like there's no tomorrow because why blood smell on mc?? why blood if no wound???
lucifer and satan's heads especially are going into overdrive with their cute brains going internal wound? hidden wound? other human's blood? magick? human in danger???
that is until beelzebub comes from the kitchen with some chocolate and just stands there like 🧍‍♂️🍫 because he was the only one that actually saw (and remembered) the big "mc's period week" on their family calendar (which is plastered on the kitchen fridge for obvious reasons) and has to watch mc explain that this is the fifth time in a year this has happened and if it happens again they will lay down and play dead until they're left alone.
bonus: it does happen again, which lead to the infamous picture of mc laying on the floor on the entrance of hol and lucifer nudging them with a stick (think "do something" meme) (it's now lucifer's home screen on his ddd).
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littleventcrawler · 2 months
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“Can I ride you until I feel better?” 
Demon brothers x Reader (Separately)
You’ve had an awful day, and you ask him if you can ride him until you feel better. How does he react?
Reader is gender neutral 
Content/Warnings: Riding, mentions of cockwarming, pre established relationships
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Lucifer 
When you first sulked into the room, clearly unhappy, he admittedly was a bit annoyed 
But instead of whining to him like his brothers would, you walked over to his desk and crouched beside him, resting your chin on his knee
“Yes, darling?” 
“Lucifer, I had a bad day…” 
“I could pick up on that.” 
“Can I ride you until I feel better?” 
He froze immediately 
At first he thought it was some weird joke, but when you didn’t laugh he realized you were very serious. 
He could feel his face go hot, but he tried to keep himself calm and collected 
He thought for a moment, then sighed, scooting back from his desk just enough to make room for you and patted his lap 
“Alright, my love. But I hope you know I’m not going to be taking a break from my work, which means you’ll have to do the heavy lifting.”
And if you’re okay with that, feel free to ride him for as long as you’d like 
And when you’re done, stay on his lap for a bit longer and keep his cock warm for him 
If you do, he might just reward you when he’s done working 
Mammon 
“Maaaammoooon!” 
“What d’ya want, human?!” 
He was certainly not in the mood to be barged in on. He was trying to look through a catalogue, this was very important! 
But when you flopped down onto the bed with a whine, he could tell you felt bad
“Hey, what’s the matter, doll face? Ya look down.” 
“Bad day…” 
“Ah, I see. So you want The Great Mammon’s help, huh?”
He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in close, allowing you to whisper in his ear
“I wanna ride you ‘til I feel better…”
His eyes went wide, and his brain might’ve shut down for a second 
“Oh…” 
Soon, his flabbergasted expression is replaced with a sly smirk as he pulls you into his lap. 
“Of course you can, babes! The Great Mammon is always here to help.”
Leviathan 
He was playing a video game in his room when you knocked on his door. He was at first annoyed at the disturbance, but when he realized it was you he was ecstatic 
“Hello my player two! I’ve been waiting for you, I…hey, what’s wrong?”
“Had a bad day…” 
“Oh no! C’mere, sit with me! I’ll make you feel better.”
He pat the bed next to him before returning his attention to his game, rambling about the current storyline or side quest he was one 
But he was promptly cut short when you put a hand on his chest 
“Levi, can I ride you until I feel better?”
Levi.EXE has stopped working 
Red in the face, sweating buckets, heartbeat in his ears
“Uh…Haha! That’s a funny joke, player two! Haha..hah…wait, are you serious?!”
“If you don’t want to, Levi—“
“NO! I-I mean—no, I want to!” 
He’ll try to focus on his game at first, but he gives in so easily 
By the end of it his controller will be discarded on the floor while he whines into the crook of your neck 
Satan 
He was reading a book in his room when you came in 
He immediately sensed something was off, even before you flopped face first down onto his bed with a groan 
”What��s the matter, dear?”
”Today was awful…” 
“Aw, I’m sorry, love. Can I help?” 
You didn’t reply at first as you snuggled up next to him, making him chuckle under his breath. 
“Mm…can I ride you until I feel better?” 
He’s taken aback by the request at first, wondering for a moment if you really said that, but once he processes the words he merely gives you a smile 
“Is that what you need, dear?” He coos as he pulls you in close. 
“Alright then, come on, I’m all yours.” 
Asmodeus
He was doing his makeup when you entered his room, and he saw you behind him in the mirror 
“Oh hello, sweetheart! Finally back, I see. Hey, what’s with the face? Frowning will give you wrinkles!” 
He got up to wrap you in a hug, stroking your hair and inquiring about your problem
“I had a bad day…”
“Aww, baby, c’mere.”
He leads you to the bed and is already sitting you on his lap
Just when you go to ask him, he beats you to the punch 
Thats the best thing about dating Asmo; he always knows exactly what you need
“Wanna ride me? It’ll make you feel better.”
Your answer is a resounding yes 
And Asmodeus isn’t stopping until you’ve forgotten all your worries
Beelzebub 
He was munching on whatever he dug out of the fridge when you came into he and Belphie’s shared room 
Luckily Belphie was out at the time—probably napping in the living room or the attic—which meant you could be alone with your boyfriend 
“Today was terrible, Beel…” 
“Oh, I’m sorry. Wanna bite?” 
It was a poor attempt at comfort, but the fact that he was trying made you smile 
“No thank you, Beel. I want something else…” 
He had just shoved the rest of his snack into his mouth when you climbed on top of him 
“Can I ride you until I feel better?” 
He almost choked 
But when he realized you were serious, he couldn’t refuse 
“If that’s what you want, but…why not let me do the work? It’ll help you relax more, I think.” 
Belphegor 
He was roused from his nap when he heard you coming up the attic stairs 
Normally he would sleep through the noise, but for some reason you always managed to wake him 
“Belphie, are you asleep?” You whispered as you creaked the door open 
He was, in fact, not asleep 
“What’s up?” 
“I…had a bad day today…” 
That was all the explanation he needed before he was making room for you to lay beside him
You snuggled in close, letting him wrap his arms around you before you whispered your request in his ear
“Belphie, can I ride you until I feel better?” 
Belphegor loves when you ride him; he doesn’t have to do any work! He’s totally on board 
He’s not doing anything more than he already is besides turning over onto his back though 
Don’t worry, he’ll still get the job done 
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satansindexfinger · 2 months
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Giving the Brothers the Cold Shoulder After an Arguement
Warnings: self-deprecation and allusions to depression (Levi)
Summary: After getting into a heated arguement with your demon partner, you decide ignoring them is the best way to handle it. When do forced to interact you remain cordial but it's obvious to anyone you aren't letting up.
Lucifer; Mammon; Levi; Satan; Asmo
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Lucifer
Two can play that game. If you think Lucifer, the representation of pride himself, is going to break and come crawling back to you? You've got another thing coming.
He's more than willing to reflect your withdrawn attitude, and he does it exceptionally well. If nobody knew about your relationship prior they would think you're just mere acquaintances.
Of course, he will keep up the appearance of formality by engaging in minimal conversation like, "MC, would you pass the salt?", "Diavolo mentioned he wanted you to attend today's council meeting.", "Don't you think it's too late for you to be roaming the halls?"
But nobody can miss the ruby glare, that he convinces himself is subtle, he sends your way every time.
Unfortunately it will take awhile for Lucifer to get over his ego enough to properly address the situation. The more stubborn you are at ignoring him, the more irritated he gets, and the more determined he is to keep the apathetic facade up.
It's the accumulation of small things that eventually get him to reconsider. How empty his bed feels when you're not in it. How listening to music isn't nearly as relaxing without his human leaning their head on his shoulder. How the coffee tastes bitter when not prepared by you. How your avoidant gaze makes his heart sink.
His brothers, and even Diavolo, can feel the anger seeping through his skin as they would get the brunt of it.
After a surprisingly long amount of time, Lucifer will break. He'd make up some valid excuse that involves you visiting his study, and once you go in he will make sure you are not getting out. Not until you hear him out.
"How much longer are you planning on handling this like a child?! Is this how you deal with confrontation? By avoiding it?"
The demon catches himself and his stern glare almost instantly turns into a regretful pout. He recognizes it's his pride and ego that got you both to this point with a shake of his head. He stares at the floor for a few beats before lifting his head up with furrowed brows.
"I... I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I never thought I would be affected by some human ignoring me but this only made me realize you're not just some human to me. I should've insisted we talk about this properly before resorting to this. So, would you allow me to make things right? Let's talk... I can't bare to be apart from you like this."
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Mammon
He's quick to pout and exaggerate how much he's ignoring you back. Verbally.
"Pfff, as if I'd care if MC doesn't wanna talk ta me. Can someone tell them how much I'm ignoring them and how I dont wanna see their stupid face ever again? 'Cause I don't!"
It only lasts for a day. It takes Mammon going up to your door, about to break in and excitedly drag you out somewhere, as usual, until it hits him that oh shit. You're still meant to be mad at each other. His hand hovers over the door knob for a bit until he sulkingly leaves.
Getting ignored by you is honestly killing him. As much as he tries to act like he doesn't care, it's beyond obvious how much he's trying to get your attention back. The lingering looks and his overall childlike whining is more than enough to indicate he is missing you. His brothers are beyond tired of his complaning, too.
He can't restrain himself from busting your door down and demanding you stop giving him the cold shoulder. It's been three days! Surely you aren't mad at him anymore and you can go back to cuddling, right?!
"C'mooooon, MC! I'm sorry I made ya mad, I'll make up fer it! Anythin'! So just stop ignorin' me already.. I miss you."
He's aware of how desperate he's being and it makes him red from embarrassment, but he'd rather be honest than go through this torture. He'll keep one in mind to be more considerate in the future so it wouldn't resort to him being avoided by you ever again.
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Leviathan
Levi's the one who would take it the hardest out of everyone. Boy's self-esteem is fragile enough as it is and getting ignored by you would just shatter whatever remainder he had of it. Don't expect to see him out of his room for awhile.
Henry's getting a front row seat to Levi's self-deprecation galore. Of course he made you so mad you don't want to talk to him! He's surprised you even spent time around him in the first place! Why did he ever think you'd stick around his gross, annoying, socially inept otaku self? He did this to himself, right, Henry?!
At this point Levi's forgotten what you two even argued about; he's too busy holing himself up in his room and trying to distract racing thoughts with games and anime. It doesn't feel the same without his player two though. He's just going through the motions without paying full attention to what he's playing/watching.
It goes on for a week or so until one of the brothers has to step in and convince you to go check up on him. As mad as you are at him still, everyone knows you're the only one Levi will answer the door to. He's been falling behind on his assignments, not even coming out for meals (thanks to his snack stash).
You're surprised to find his door unlocked. You spot him in his bed/bathtub, clutching at a pillow, looking absolutely miserable. He lifts his head up to chew you out for bargning in until he realizes it's you. He gets up so suddenly he almost falls over.
"M-MC?? What are y-you doing here?! Did my brothers send you here...? Because I know you'd rather die than see me; I screwed up so you're finally tired of me. You don't have to try to make me feel better. Just go tell them I'm fine."
Just looking at him makes you feel bad, no matter how pissed you were. It takes a lot of convincing that you do not wish he was dead and that you just want to talk. Levi will be apologizing every few words, possibly cry, but after a thorough conversation he will calm enough to reevaluate what started this.
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Satan
Satan will be furious enough during your heated exchange as it is; so much so he would force you out of whichever room you're in so you don't have to witness him tearing it to shreds. He's already feeling guilty for losing his composure around you but after you start ignoring him completely??
Man's going to need a two hour session of letting out pent up rage in his room every day this goes on for. Of course, he will not let any of it show in public. Especially around you.
Much like the eldest, he will remain cordial with you. Not so much to save face as to prove that he is a-okay without you, and that this doesn't bother him at all. Even though he is absolutely not okay and it bothers him to an absurd degree.
Unlike Lucifer, however, it takes him much less time to swallow his pride and talk to you. He recognizes you're both dealing with a silly arguement in your own childish way and have to deal with it by having a civilized conversation.
Definitely not because he looked up heaps of books and resources on couple disagreements and how to fix them.
"Listen. This has gone on for far too long, so don't you think it's about time we settle this? I'm sorry I lost my temper. It wasn't right of me. I don't like this distance we have right now.. let's fix it. I will hear you out properly this time. As long as you can do the same for me."
Surpsingly very mature and understanding about not just the cause of the arguement, but why you chose to avoid him. He promises to do better and give you both time to cool down if you were to ever have an arguement again so it doesn't end in you taking these drastic measures.
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Asmodeous
This is just a phase, right? You were just being overdramatic in the moment and you'll be back to showering him with attention soon! Right? How could you stay mad at his beautiful face for long?
Asmo will delude himself into believing the above so strongly. He will continue to act as he normally does around you, all cuddly and affectionate, thinking your attitude is you just playing hard-to-get.
"Awwww, cmon, MC! You can stop acting upset now! Although your pouty attitude is really cute~"
When you keep making it clear you want nothing to do with him for the time being, the avatar of lust is internally shattering. He thrives off of your attention. Having it taken away is worse than withdrawal. Not that he will make it obvious the first few days.
Seeing that clinginess isn't helping him, he will attempt to make you jealous by alluding to his fanbase and how lucky any one of them would be to have him. Ironically this backfires as it turns you even colder to him. He is at a loss and at his breaking point. What else can he possibly do?!
It all boils down to Asmo getting tipsy at a party one night and seeking you out. Crying, clinging to your clothes, blubbering about how lonely he is without you, and what he would do to get your grace back.
"Darling, please!! I miss you so much, I don't think I can take it! I love you so so much, just please look at me in the eyes again! You still love me more than anything, right? Whatever I did to make you mad I'll show you I didn't mean it! Just let me. I want to feel your love again... can't be myself without it."
It's a shame he has to be under the influence to spill what he's really thinking, but it manages to soften your resolve enough. Expect to get pampered and spoiled to hell for weeks as that's his way of making things right.
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hanmas · 6 months
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Obey me boys except when the gold hellfire newt syrup made them horn dogs, you let them hit 🫶🏻
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𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 + 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂
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☰ INCLUDES: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor
— tags: nsfw 18+, spoilers for lessons 21 and 22, afab! reader, unprotected sex, cowgirl (leviathan), hand jobs (satan), cunnilingus (beelzebub), blow jobs (belphegor)
— notes: this has been in my drafts for so long rip
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✰ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against his chest, cheek laying over your head as you clutch his shirt tightly with your fist. “did you think of me when you went back to the human world? did you think of only me—not my brothers?” he asks lowly, voice almost a slight pant as you feel his hard-on poke you through his pants. you nod, hand reaching down to palm him through the fabric, making his hand grab your wrist with a growl. “it seems you’re still just as bold,” he smirks, gently pushing you back until you’re sprawled over his desk, your clothes being tugged off as he kisses you messily. you watch as he strokes himself a few times, his jaw clenching before he slides up and down against your folds, smirking at the way you whine. “don’t tease,” you huff, lips puffy and swollen from the earlier kissing. “did you dream of me? of this?” he whispers, blunt tip slipping into your warm cunt, kissing your sweet spot perfectly as he buries himself to the hilt with a low groan, “because i did. i dreamt of this since you left. you’re mine, all mine,” he grunts, hips slowly starting a rhythm as your arms wrap tightly around his neck, your sweet whines ringing through the room. lucifer thinks he can get used to this melody—thinks he prefers it over any symphony he’s heard over the millennia. your walls hug around his cock tighter, and he moans lowly, head digging deep into your neck. “do you know what you do to me?” he growls, “a mere human, but i can barely breathe when i look at you.”
✰ 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 cups your cheeks and kisses you needy, hungry, desperate. his lips suck on yours, tongue exploring your mouth as he pants against you. “why’d ya take so long to get to my room?” he pouts, “shoulda came to me first. are they more important? ‘m your first,” he reminds you, letting out a shaky breath as your hand trails under his shirt to rub over his bare skin. your palm glides up his abs to his chest, thumbs rolling over his nipples as he whines softly. “come closer, i need ya closer,” he groans, cock pulsing through his jeans as he rubs against your clothes cunt. you moan against each other’s mouths, grinding your hips against each other before he quickly slips your pants down your legs, fumbling to free himself before he bends you over the hood of the car in his room. “always wanted to bend ya over this,” he mutters, pressing hot kisses against the back of your neck. “room’s been so empty without ya. ya don’t have to go back, jus’ stay here with me, the great mammon’ll take care of ya.” his cock slowly inches into you, ripping a needy moan from his throat as his forehead rests against your shoulder, your tight walls fluttering around his thick cock as his hands squeeze your hips with a bruising grip. “f-fuck, ya feel so g-good—don’t think i can let ya go after this,” he grunts, hearing your breathy moans under him, making him even harder as he ruts his hips into you. “missed you, mammon,” you whine, “missed you so bad.” his breath is labored as his pace turns sloppy, angling his hips to slam into the spot that makes your back arch against his chest. “‘course ya missed the great mammon,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, “‘m your first man, don’t ya remember?”
✰ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 blushes as you whisper “kiss me, levi,” his breath hitching in his throat as you lean closer, your breath fanning over his lips. he should pull away—but he can’t help but lean closer until your lips touch, molding against each other perfectly. he pants against your lips, kissing you sloppily as your tongue slips into his mouth and glides against his own—pulling a soft chuckle from you as he lets out a strangled groan. “w-we should stop,” he stutters, “but now i want more.” you grin, gently pushing him onto his back on his bed, hovering over him as you trail your lips down his neck and to his collarbone, marking his pale skin while his breath turns ragged. “want more too, levi,” you murmur, “missed you so much. let me show you.” he watches in a trance, pupils dilated and cheeks crimson as you slowly undress, helping him slip out of his own clothes before you hand grazes his stiff cock. he lets out a shaky gasp, hips bucking into your hand for more friction. “a-are you sure...you want to—” he quickly cuts himself off with a moan when you squeeze around his tip, thumb teasing his slit before smearing the pre cum over his length. “of course i do,” you hum, letting out a soft moan as you sink down on his cock, watching as his head falls against the pillow and his hands grip your waist tightly, “wanted this for so long.” you roll your hips, both of your moans filling the room as he thrusts his hips up to meet you halfway, veins dragging along your walls and tip sinking deep into your sweet spot. “c-can’t believe you’re back—can’t believe you’re with me,” he rasps, “hope you never leave.”
✰ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 presses you against his wall of many books, and even as you feel the uncomfortable dig of the bookshelf against your back, you can’t help but let your lips press harder against his, making him let a soft groan as his hair falls over his eyes. “did—did you ever wish to see me? while you were away?” he breathes, eyes staring into yours as you brush the strands of hair out of his face. you lean to press gentle kisses along his cheeks, feeling the heat of his blush under your lips as your hand moves to rub over his clothed erection. he lets out a choked groan, head falling to your shoulder as his legs quiver when you slip his hardened cock from his pants. your thumb glides through his slit, smearing the pre cum around his reddened tip before slowly stroking his length, feeling his hot breath as he pants against your skin. “i did,” you murmur, “and i wished to see you like this too,” you say cheekily, feeling him let out a low chuckle through his labored pants. “being away has made you less shy, it seems. you’re—o-oh, fuck,” he cuts himself off with a soft moan, hips thrusting into your fist and chasing the friction. you turn your head, planting soft kisses on the side of his head, stroking him faster as your hand squeezes tighter around his aching length. you grin as he shudders against your body, your free hand threading through his sweaty locks. “did you get lonely without me,” you hum, making him scoff—but then you squeeze around him tighter, making him rasp out a moan as his cock twitches, nearing his impending orgasm. “okay, f-fine,” he grunts, “i missed you. it wasn’t the same without you—i’m not the same without you.”
✰ 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 giggles as he presses soft kiss after kiss to your face, mapping out your cheeks and forehead, lingering over your eyelids and the tip of your nose as your arms hook around his neck. “oh, you’re so cute! your waist fits my hands so perfectly,” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours as he admires you. you whine, bucking your hips up, letting out a shaky gasp as the tip of his cock rubs over your clit, making him smile down at you with a chuckle. “patience, sweetheart,” he hums, “i’ll give you what you want, but first you have to tell me if you missed me as much as i missed you.” his finger teases over your clit, rubbing slow circles, a soft whimper slipping past your lips as he presses gentle kisses to your neck and sucks on the skin. “i did,” you cry, “i did, i m-missed you so much! asmo, please—” he cuts you off with the tip of his cock slowly teasing past your folds, a soft laugh ringing through your ear as he kisses the shell of it. “you’re so pretty when you’re all needy,” he grins, “so, so cute when you want attention. i love you.” he lets out a wanton moan against your ear, breathy gasps bubbling from his throat as you squeeze around his cock, his hips rolling with a slow, steady pace that leaves you both whining against each other. “love you too, love you too,” you babble, raising your hips and meeting his thrusts halfway, mewling as his he curves into you and hits your spot perfectly. your chests meet, nipples grazing as he pulls you into a heated kiss and whines against your mouth. “feel so good, sweetheart,” he groans, “you’re so pretty like this, don’t think i can ever let you go now.”
✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 plants two strong hands on your hips, pulling you closer as his head falls to your shoulder, his nose trailing along your neck and inhaling your scent before he presses a soft kiss to your skin. “you smell so good,” he murmurs, “let me taste you—just a small nibble.” you gasp lightly before he lifts you to sit on the kitchen counter, fingers hooking into your waistband and quickly making work to pull your pants and underwear down your legs. “just need one taste, you smell so sweet,” he breathes, kneeling down until he’s face to face with your dripping cunt. he presses a soft kiss to your clit, humming as you shiver and let out a soft whimper. “so hungry—but it feels so different. so hungry for you,” he mumbles, lips attaching onto your clit and sucking slowly while his fingers sink past your folds, making you throw your head back as your hands bury into his locks and tug at the roots while you whine. “b-beel—fuck, we shouldn’t…we shouldn’t do this h-here,” you stutter, feeling his tongue slide along your wet folds, your slick smearing across his face as he devours you. “can’t wait anymore, ‘m too hungry,” he moans against you, the vibrations making you squeal as your brain turns foggy, all reason leaving your mind. “more,” you whine, “please, i need more.” his tongue almost sinks past you deeper at that, lapping at your folds as he groans at how sweet you taste. “gonna come taste you when i get hungry from now on,” he moans, “so good and sweet for me.”
✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 is breathing heavily, face bright red as you kneel between his legs, pumping his stiff length with your hand as your other fondles his balls. he lets out a choked gasp when you lean down and kiss the tip sweetly, looking up at him with doe eyes. “belphie, don’t get shy now,” you hum, “you asked for this, remember?” he grunts, frowning down at you with pouty lips. “i’m still mad you ate my food,” he huffs, “so you have to make it up to me.” smiling, you press kisses from the base of his shaft, lips pressing gently up his length as his breath turns more and more ragged. his head throws back with a soft whine as you take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his tip before you bob your head up and down his length. his hips buck into your mouth, hand cupping the back of your head before he fucks himself down your throat. “fuck—you’re good at this,” he rasps, “sh-should’ve had you do this while you were here.” his eyes are squeezed shut, faced flushed as your hand gently rubs his thigh. popping off with a grin, he hisses, glaring down at you as you press another kiss to his tip. “i’ll do this whenever you want,” you murmur, blinking up at him innocently before slowly wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking, making him groan lowly. “then you b-better come back whenever i call,” he grunts, “in fact, don’t leave at all.” your hand reaches to play with his balls once more, making his head fall back with a low moan, cock twitching in your mouth while pants erratically. “didn’t get to spend as much time with you as the rest—g-gotta stay with me and make up for it.”
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nanawritesit · 3 months
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Obey Me! Demon Brothers Imagine: The Moment They Realize They’re In Love With You
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Lucifer: When he finds himself constantly considering your opinion
Lucifer never needed to take anyone’s opinions into consideration. Well, he was concerned with Lord Diavolo’s plans for the Devildom, but when it came to his day to day life, he lived only for himself. He never changed his routine. That was how he liked it. But when you came along he found himself adjusting his schedule, listening to new records, going to new places, trying new foods… and it didn’t bother him. It actually made him happy to do the things that you liked. Now before he did anything, he’d think to himself, “what would Y/N think?” One night, you had wandered into his room while he was playing piano for a late night chat. While you were rambling on about this piano piece you liked, he was looking at your admirably when he started thinking about why he was so lost in your words in the first place. He realized then that the only way pride himself could care so much about someone else’s opinion, is if he was in love with them. The thought would catch him off guard for a moment, then he’d chuckle to himself. You stopped your rambling to ask him what was so funny. He pulled you into his lap and tilted your jaw up to look him in the eye.
“Nothing is funny about how in love I am with my human. I take you very seriously, my darling. I just found it amusing how long it took me to realize it for myself. Who would’ve thought that I could ever be so hopelessly in love?”
Mammon: When you defend him against others, even when he’s not around
He knew that eavesdropping was wrong. He knew that Lucifer despised it and reserved his worst punishment for it. He knew that you would be upset if you knew he was pressed up against the office door listening to your conversation. But he couldn’t help it! Diavolo and Lucifer had interrupted your study session and dragged you off to the office for some sort of important discussion, and the whole thing was just too damn suspicious. He could hear Lucifer going on and on about all the debts Mammon had racked up that week, all the tests he had failed, all the rules he had broken… Diavolo was just trying to explain to you that he was concerned about Mammon’s performance, and was hoping you could be a good example for him. You were respectful of Diavolo’s intentions, but you were pissed at the way Lucifer was talking about his younger brother. How could he call him worthless and compare him to scum so cruelly? You snapped and went off on him despite how much more powerful he was than you, fearlessly telling him that if he talked about your demon like that again, it would be the last time he’d speak the name Mammon. Mammon couldn’t hold back anymore after that. He burst open the doors of the office and ran in, taking you into his arms.
“MC, I love ya so much! No one ever sticks up for me! You’re my favorite person in the whole world!”
Leviathan: When you show up to his room in cosplay as an apology
You had broken one of his Ruri figurines, and you felt absolutely terrible. The thing was, he wasn’t even angry with you! He insisted that accidents happen and that it could be replaced. But you saw the way his lip quivered and how his hands trembled when he cleaned it up. You knew him too well to just brush it off as a mistake. You realized you couldn’t replace the figure, but you could make it up to him somehow! You immediately went to work on your cosplay as Ruri’s sidekick, then knocked on Levi’s door to surprise him. You announced that you were there to deliver an apology message from his dear friend Y/N. He was absolutely overwhelmed with appreciation at your kind gesture that he wasn’t even expecting, the smile on his face so big you thought it would break his face. How could you be so perfect, he thought to himself. Levi pulled you into the toughest embrace and buried his face into the crook of your neck, wanting to hide his blush and the small tears in his eyes.
“Oh my god MC, I love you so much. You’re so amazing, please stay with me forever.”
Satan: When he sees you care for a stray cat
You were walking back to the House of Lamentation from a shopping trip to the book store, when a little black cat had wandered over and pawed at your legs. You both knealt down and played with the cat for a while, rubbing its ears and stroking its back. You went to look at its tag and saw that it didn’t have an owner. You started vocalizing your concern for the poor kitty, worried that it wasn’t going to get dinner that night or have a warm place to sleep. You insisted that you had to sneak it into the House of Lamentation, just until you could find it a good home. The way you didn’t even hesitate to take the little kitty in was so admirable to Satan, especially when he considered Lucifer’s distaste for cats. Seeing you care for such a helpless creature out of the kindness of your own heart broke something inside of him. He’d stop right in his tracks and wait for you to turn around and look at him.
“You’re wonderful, you know that? You have such a good heart. I’m so in love with you it hurts.”
Asmodeus: When he can smell your perfume/ cologne in a crowd
Asmo was known for his intense shopping sprees that resembled an olympic sport. He lugged around carts full of his shopping bags and left no stone unturned in every single store. Naturally, you needed a break, and decided to go take a breather while he was distracted looking at some shoes. When he turned around to ask your opinion on one, he panicked upon not seeing you there. He immediately assumed the worst and bolted out of the store, calling for you and running around frantically. The mall was crowded, and everyone was moving so fast he couldn’t see anything clearly! Suddenly it hit him. Your scent. You were nowhere to be seen, but he could smell you in the middle of all these people. He followed the smell and found you passed out on a bench, sleeping peacefully despite all the noise around you. He giggled at how cute you looked and placed his sweater over you before sitting down next to you.
“Maybe I’ll take a break too MC. You have such good ideas, that’s one of the things I love about you. Did I just say that? I guess I did. I love you. I’ll make it more romantic when you wake up, I promise.”
Beelzebub: When you take care of him while he’s sick
He couldn’t help it, Hell’s Kitchen had a special on his absolute favorite burger and he was just so excited that he overate. His belly was so swollen and upset, and his fever was so high he couldn’t even get out of bed. After he didn’t come to breakfast, you showed up to his room and found him curled up in bed holding his stomach. After he told you what was wrong with him, you insisted that you both take the day off so you could take care of him. He initially protested, saying he had Fangol practice and student council after school, and there was no way Lucifer was going to allow it. You told him you would take care of Lucifer, and that there was no way he was going out in this condition. You put a cold towel on his forehead to help with the fever, and a heating pad over his tummy to aid in digestion. You had him drink plenty of water and get lots of rest, and when his tummy ache was gone, you told him to take a nice long nap. Once he was asleep, you made him a light soup and a cup of tea. When he woke up from his nap, groggy and half delirious from the fever, he caught a blurry image of you dunking a wash cloth in cold water while arguing on the phone with Lucifer. The tray of his meal was sitting over on his nightstand, and a humidifier was running in the corner. You had taken care of everything, making sure he wouldn’t worry about a single thing beyond getting better. He didn’t know what he would have done without you. You were the most caring person in the world to him without being obligated to. Why were you so worried about him? You didn’t even hesitate to miss all your commitments for the day just to help him. You must really love him. Probably just as much as he loved you, he thought. You hung up the phone and turned around to see him staring at you with a crooked smile. When you asked him what he was smiling about, he sat up and chuckled before answering.
“You, you’re so in love with me. It makes me happy, because I’m in love with you too. I know I’m kind of out of it from the fever, but I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
Belphegor: When he doesn’t mind sacrificing his sleep for you
The brothers were absolutely baffled when they saw the youngest demon rising early and staying up late to spend time with you. On one particular night, they burst into the attic expecting to find him asleep, only to find him awake, typing away on a computer while you were passed out on the floor next to him. You had been working particularly hard on a student council project for the festival, and practically collapsed on him from exhaustion. Belphie insisted that you get some rest, saying you deserved it and that he would finish the work you were doing. At the noise of the intrusion, you woke up to see him angrily shooing his brothers away, saying they were being too loud and would wake you up. When he turned around and saw you awake, he got worried, telling you to go back to sleep and that everything was taken care of. You laughed and apologized for making him miss his evening nap, to which he just tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled.
“No, I really don’t mind it at all. The others were surprised but I’m not sleepy. I just want you to get the rest you deserve. Because I… well, I love you. And I want to take care of you. That’s all there is to it.”
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leviathism · 5 months
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“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.
Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.
But, then, of course,  Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.
So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.
After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.
Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.
Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.
The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.
Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.
Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.
Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.
You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.
You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.
You decided to just let them angst this one out.
The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”
“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.
Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.
You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”
There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.
You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.
You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.
And then your door slammed open.
“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.
Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.
“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”
“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.
Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.
“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”
“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”
“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”
“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”
He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.
You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.
Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.
How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.
“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”
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artemfication · 4 months
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MC going full on Buzzfeed Unsolved once they’re back in the human realm and just fucking with the entire internet by scheming with the brothers, pretending to try and make contact with evil demons and disguising the DDD as a ghost communicator thing.
After recording they just laugh about it and send each other all the funny comments they can find about the video. Sometimes (with some help from Solomon’s magic) they infiltrate a ghost communicator channel of some random ghosthunter influencer person just to fuck with them like they’re prank calling.
Lucifer thinks it’s childish but when he feels like it, would put up a little show by throwing out threats pretending it’s one of his brothers while MC is mentally dying from laughter as they hear him go off through the DDD, even though they have to act terrified.
Satan, Mammon and Belphie especially enjoy being part of the scheme and Diavolo is always asking when there is a new episode being released, because even he is watching the videos with Barbatos and thinks it’s absolutely hilarious.
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ventitititi · 3 months
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Cuddle fucking with the brothers
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Lucifer
Your both in your bed, lucifer having crawled in and woken you up a bit after pulling another all-nighter. Your face was pressed into the junction between his neck and shoulder, one leg over his hip and the other one tangled with his.
He ran soothing circles over your back with one hand, the other holding you close in your little blanket cocoon. He's whispering sweet nothings into your ear, periodically nibbling at it.
Your too far gone to really notice though, still groggy and drowning in the pleasure of his slow, rythmic thrusts into your core, not really chasing an urgent release but simply indulging in each other before another (no doubt stressful) day.
You press a kiss into his collarbone, slurring a little "i love you," prompting a chuckle in lucifers chest, him pressing a kiss into the crown of your head with a soft "i love you too, darling."
Mammon
You were originally spooning, the result of you sneaking into his room for cuddles at 3am, prompting a mostly-asleep mammon to open his arms and blanket in invitation.
You'd shortly drifted off after that, comforted by his presence and warmth, melting into his front.
Its now somewhere near 7am, and he's mumbling praises, one arm over your waist and the other pressed against your chest, keeping you firmly against him as he rocked his hips against your own.
The pace is languid, the arm over your waist sneaking down to rub figure eights over your clit with gentle precision, your own head falling against his chest with a whimper.
"I've got you baby, just relax f'me, kay?"
Your nodding, opening your legs a little wider for him, distantly wondering if lucifer would be angry about you two being late to breakfast,
The train of thought is quickly broken when mammon starts speckling your neck and jaw with kisses.
"I love ya, i hope you know that."
Leviathan
You had fallen asleep on top of levi, face smushed into his chest, legs on either side of his own, his arms keeping you still as he slumbered too.
The bath tub was simply too narrow for much else in terms of cuddles, and frankly though he looked a little scrawny compared to his brothers, he is still a demon and military general.
You weren't squishing him anytime soon.
Now it's some unknown hour, his old alarm clock broken in a sleep-induced annoyance a few days ago and his room lacking windows (on purpose but still)
His tails wrapped around your ankle, your forehead pressed against his chest, and your both a softly moaning mess.
He'd woken with a painful boner, so now here you are, both rocking your hips in a gentle but fast pace, your clit occasionally catching on his pelvis.
He's gripping your hair, tugging gently and moaning a mix of pleas, praises and gasps of "don't squeeze me too tight."  When you clench a little too hard.
Safe to say, your both losing your sanity slowly as you catch that orgasm together, your wells being painted white as you continuously say "i love you, i love you so much." In a huffy, out -of breath way.
And he's shortly smoothing a hand down your back, noting your sated and full, already drifting. He presses a kiss to your forehead with a simple, "i love you too, normie."
You were too tired to retort at his choice of nickname.
Satan
You'd fallen asleep on his lap while he was reading, face resting in the junction of his neck and shoulder, hair tickling his nose as he read over your head.
He hadn't minded, really, until he'd come across a smut scene, boner now pressing into you as he tried to keep himself from waking you for the sole purpose of fucking your brains out, much as he would've loved to.
Instead, he'd carried you back to his bed, settling you in his arms and trying to ignore the boner he was certain was pressing into your ass.
The movement had roused you, though, half asleep and pressing back into him. Satan growled lowly in his chest at the action, "careful love, you might tempt me too much."
You looked at him over your shoulder with a soft smile, "thats the point, babes."
He could only smirk at you, one hand lifting your leg over his hip before shifting your panties to the side, muttering a, "don't mind if i do, then."
Since he was too lazy for any prep and didn't want to hurt you, he simply slid his dick through your folds, rocking slowly but firmly, catching the head of his cock on your clit with every pass.
Your moaning softly, head against his chest, and he nearly cums when he catches on your entrance and you whimper, clenching down as if desperate to feel him.
He might indulge you, but first he busies himself with pressing kisses all over, hand running circles over your lower stomach and mumbling praises into your skin, mentally trying to etch the words into your skin.
"Thats it, your doing so well for me."
Asmodeus
You usually slept a little apart, to allow for better rest, but tonight you'd gone to bed and asmo had insisted you hold him.
You had no problems with that arrangement, and he'd shifted a little down so he could sleep with his head on your chest.
You'd been woken up to his hands wandering, kisses melting into your collarbones and his boner being pressed into your thigh.
"Please, pretty, for me?"
And how could you deny him when he made such a pretty pout, rolling onto your side and slipping a leg over his hip in your groggy haze.
He smiled, kissing you with the intent of showing how grateful he is as he slipped off your bottoms, running himself through your folds before actually pressing into you with a sated sigh.
He made short work of beginning to pleasure you both, fingers tweaking your nipples as he whispered random things to you in hopes of waking you up gently.
Your moans and whimpers of his name assured him he's doing just fine, your fingers clutching at his back.
Time be damned, he wasn't gonna rush this morning, not with you.
"Love you, asmo'" you slurred, and he practically purred in response.
Beelzebub
You'd been smushed against him, face to his (comfy) chest and legs tangled with his.
Now, one hand held your ass, keeping you pressed firmly to him and the other played with your hair, dick firmly inside you as he merely grinded a little against you, the pair of you too tired to do much else yet.
You were pretty quiet still, a little breathy and letting out some whimpers, but the early morning meant you didn't have the energy to really go at it like rabbits.
Being held like this was nice though, and he grumbled a simple, "I'm glad, bunny."
You smiled, kissing at his chest as he began to thrust in earnest now, drawing those sweet moans from your lips.
He might be a demon but damn, this felt heavenly. He'd probably do this again, using the hand on your ass to grind you against him.
Every deep plunge in he paused, rolling his hips for good measure, before pulling back and repeating.
Yeah, this was a nice way to start his day.
Belphegor
He'd been sleeping on top of you, face smushed in your tits and mumbling something about you being a good pillow.
You'd drifted off shortly after with fingers tangled in his hair, only to awake to his own wandering.
A hand was sneaking down your shorts once he noticed you'd awoken, slipping into your core with ease before he got on to the main act.
"Fuck, your already dripping."
Now, your face is pressed into his chest, as he hadn't bothered to really move, just slipped into you with little prep and begun to thrust.
You sucked a couple hickeys into his skin, mind fogged by the pleasure of him hitting all your sweet spots no problem.
He chuckled at your state, "aww look at you, already going stupid. Don't worry doll, I'll take care of you."
Fuck if lucifer tried to lecture him for being late to breakfast (again), this time he wasn't napping, he was doing something much better.
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the first time—
obey me boys x reader
wc : 3.k
warnings : mild mc injuries, reference to lesson 16 (belphie)
synopsis : a collection of firsts with your pining boys + Luke cause I adore hims (and minus asmo)
a/n : why asmo isn’t included : here 
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Lucifer
the first time you felt his bare touch 
Solomon’s new potion experiment made you sick : feverish, sluggish, barely being able to walk without stumbling. You definitely shouldn’t have tested it for him during RAD, because now you were disoriented, and leaned up against the hallway wall when you should be in class. 
Lithe fingers grabbed your jaw gently, sending shivers down your body; their touch was cold and soft...comforting. It felt nice. 
Without bothering to open your eyes, your own hand came up to grasp theirs. You leaned into the touch and let out a miserable noise. A deep, familiar, chuckle made you snap your eyes open. 
Lucifer stood in front of you with an amused, albeit concerned, smile on his face. “Mc, it seems you’re running a fever.” 
But you weren’t focused on his words, no. You were focused on his ungloved hand. You trailed your fingers across the exposed skin, running over each of his digits before you noticed his nails. 
Red. His nails were red. Of course they were red. The sight alone made you smile, and against your better judgment, you pulled his hand up to place kisses on each of his fingertips. 
Ruby eyes widened slightly at your action, body forcibly repressing shivers and the stupid blush that wanted to crawl up his face. “Mc.”
“Let’s just stay here for a bit, please.” You knew he could fix your sickness with a snap of his fingers, but... “Wanna feel your touch.” 
And maybe Lucifer shouldn’t get in the habit of spoiling you, but you’re pouting and nuzzling into his hand, and he can’t deny the pride swelling in his chest because you’d rather be sick and miserable than have him pull away and tug his glove back on. 
“Of course.” 
(As he slid down the wall to sit on the floor with you, he made the fever disappear anyway. Your bright smile made missing class worth it, especially when you tugged off his other glove and rested your face in his hands.)
Mammon
the first time you kissed him
“Thank you, Mammon.” 
Your soft tone had him looking up from your rather poorly bandaged wrist, eyebrows furrowed, “Y-yeah, of c-course.” His mouth was pulled into a frown as he finished up. How could he have been so careless? He should’ve been standing closer to you. He should’ve gotten up even after he slipped and protected you. He should’ve-
“Mammon?”
Blue eyes snapped up, meeting your worried e/c hues. Fuck, it made his heart lurch. “Next time I’m gonna be the one that saves you. Me. Not Lucifer, not anyone else. A-and if I can’t save you, your only other choice is to die! It’s me or no one!”
You nodded softly, gaze never straying from his. “You or no one.”
He nodded back absentmindedly, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere with his stupid fumbling. Faintly, he recognizes that Beel could be coming back at any second, but when your hand brushes against his cheek he can’t help but lean closer.
“You’re so sweet, Mammon…” you cradled his face with both hands now, gently pulling him forward, “My best first man.” your lips slotted over his hesitantly and just a bit clumsily. 
His heart nearly shot out of his chest at the way you were being so soft with him— a demon. So he reciprocates the kiss just as softly, if not a little more firmly. And he could almost float back to the celestial realm with how light he feels when you press just a little closer to him. 
(And yeah he’s greedy, he’s the fucking avatar of greed, so Mammon doesn’t feel bad in the slightest when your phone starts buzzing with incoming texts from Levi. He just pulls you in closer, makes you stay with him just a bit longer because now he’s addicted to the feel of your kiss.)
Levi
the first time you linked hands
When you heard there was going to be a ball during your retreat at the Demon Lord’s Castle, you were excited! You enjoyed the thought of getting to dress up and dance like the fairy tales, but the actual thing had you feeling nervous; there were so. many. people. Demons, really, but that actually made it worse.
And after being politely threatened by Lucifer (again), you and your now very much aching hand were ready to curl up and disappear. But that wasn’t an option, so you wandered around close to the walls until a gentle touch made you stop.
“M-mc?” Levi’s tail had curled around your wrist while he stood shifting his weight around. As his hand moved to brush against yours, he didn’t make a single sound, choosing instead to ask his question silently. 
‘D-do you w-want to h-h-hold my h-hand?’
Even though he wasn’t speaking, you could still hear his cute, nervous stuttering clear as day in your mind; it makes you smile and step closer. Your pinky wraps around his in a ‘yes’, feeling grateful he noticed your discomfort.
Levi jolts, having been prepared to get rejected. His face burns with an alarming red but he slowly intertwines all your fingers together nonetheless. Almost instinctively, his thumb begins rubbing circles over yours, “D-do you f-feel better y-yet?”
You did. Even the ache Lucifer caused in your hand seemed to dull at his bashful smile. “Yes, Levi. Thank you.”
He nodded, pushing down the urge to curl up and hide away when you squeezed his hand, making him jolt again. The sound of your fond laughter sent him reeling and he awkwardly squeezed back just to hear it again and again.
(He can feel his palms growing sweaty as the time passes, and Levi is all but amazed you seem to not care. Your fingers stay tangled with his, palms never breaking contact, even if you have to tug one another clumsily so you can walk around another guest without letting go. It makes Levi all fuzzy and warm— and he’s pretty sure it’s not just because it’s getting hot in the ballroom.)
Satan
the first time you genuinely smiled at him
It had been nearly a week since you, Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan returned home from the fiasco in London. Things were good between you and the fourth born, much to his delight. He wasn’t expecting it since he did try to attack you before the trip, even if he already apologized for it. 
A ‘I’ve actually gotten pretty used to it?’ was thrown out before you were dragging him down to dinner by his sleeve. Being in the devildom, Satan supposes he should be glad that you aren’t giving such severe reactions to these things like you were when you first arrived (the ordeal with Lucifer and the grimoire was another thing entirely), but he still feels as though he should make up for losing his cool. 
He decided on asking what your favorite book is so he can get himself a copy to read and then get you a copy of his favorite book in return. As he sat reading, waiting for you to arrive, he failed to notice your presence in the doorway until you rapped your knuckles on the wood. 
Placing his bookmark, Satan stood up, excited to give you his gift when he had the breath stolen from him. You hadn’t moved but now you were holding up a lanyard, a familiar chocolate lizard attached, with a beaming smile. 
His fingers clutched at his identical keychain, one he’d tied to his favorite bookmark. You’d noticed. It made you happy. You were smiling at him. He’d never seen such genuineness directed at him from you and the sight itself, the feeling of being on the receiving end of it, made him beam right back as he held out the book for you.
(And when you settle down beside him on the common room couch, immersed in reading the book he’d gotten you- his favorite- Satan can’t resist peering over the top of his own book to take in your reactions. Because when you smile at the story, it almost feels like you’re still smiling at him.)
Beel
the first time you cooked for him, only him
[HoL gc; Beel] :(. :((. :(((. :((((.
[HoL gc; Lucifer] Put your D.D.D down and rest. We’ll bring you something after school.
You frowned at Beel’s obvious misery, knowing the sickness had to be bad if he couldn’t make it to school. The thought of him with a fever, bedridden and being unable to get food from the fridge- and possibly not even being able to keep it down- made your stomach twist unpleasantly. 
[Mc] Stay in bed for me, bub. 
Beel whined pitifully at your text, stomach rumbling and head aching. “Mc…” he rolled over, arms moving to cover his face when yours popped in his vision. “M-mc?” Despite being confused at your presence, he tugged you closer to his feverish body.
“Hi, bubs. ‘M here. Not goin’ anywhere, okay?” Rubbing a cool rag over his face, neck, and chest, you smiled down at him reassuringly, “You smell that? I brought you some food. Cooked it just for you.”
His sense of smell was severely dulled from the sickness, but at the mention of your cooking, he sniffed a couple times until he could pick up the faint aroma, “Just f-for me? You should be in school…Lucifer’s going to get mad.”
You shook your head, dismissing his worries, “Shh. I left to cook some ‘feel better’ food for my favorite red-head. Ain’t no better reason to skip than that, now here. Try and eat as much as you can- it should all be easy on your stomach.”
He sips at the soup first, eyeing the rest of the dishes he easily made out as popular human world remedies. Beel’s stomach growls in appreciation and his heart beats two times faster, “Thank you, Mc! Eat some with me?”
(The Fangol game on friday he had to get better for was forgotten as you sat by his side and shared food. Your insistence to let him eat first, and the majority, made his cheeks flush hotter than the fever. Food tastes better when he could eat it with you and it tasted even better when you made it for him…stay with him until he gets better. And all the days after, too.)
Belphie
the first time you hugged him (again)
“Stupid Lucifer and his stupid lectures and stupid face-“ 
You bit your lip to keep from grinning as you rounded the corner and peeked into the planetarium. “Belphie?” The sight of a tail flicking angrily made you snort. 
He turned, lips pursed in a pout and eyebrows furrowed, “What?”
A smile finally tugged at your lips, hand coming up to smooth back his hair, being mindful of his horns. The shocked expression you received was amusing and you couldn’t help but laugh, “Aww.”
“D-don’t ‘aww’ at me!” Belphie’s face flushed as he shook his head, making his hair fall back into place. The loss of warmth from your touch made him frown, “What do you want?” 
You sighed at his tense stature. “Lucifer can be a jerk sometimes. Don’t worry about him.” Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly in a hug; he felt…good.
Meanwhile Belphie ran stiff as a board, eyes widening comically and mouth dropping open. This feeling…he remembered it— he’s craved it ever since-
“You did it! You actually did it! I’m free now!” His chest felt weird and fuzzy when you jumped into his open arms, laughing with him, though he didn’t dwell on the feeling for long. 
A quiet gasp escaped him when you began to pull back, arms instinctively curling around you, “Don’t. Stay.” 
And you did. 
(The warmth spreading through his body was almost too hot, but Belphie revels in it because you’re hugging him— even after what happened last time. He thinks he can get used to the burn if it means you won’t let go.)
Diavolo
the first time you treated him like a real friend
The student council hall was quiet. The demons already present were taking the time to enjoy the rare silence when the door slammed open rather obnoxiously. 
“DIA!”
The Prince of Hell jumped. His head whipped around, jaw on the floor, and his sparkling eyes almost missed the way you were drenched from head to toe. Almost. “Oh dear, what happened, Mc?” 
Listen to that worried tone. It’s like he wasn’t throwing a party inside his brain. 
Before Lucifer could open his mouth and scold you, your arms were stretched out towards the Prince with a pout on your face. “The Little D’s threw water balloons at me…” you tilted your head, “They said you told them to!” 
Uh-oh. “It seems they mistook my instructions for Lucifer for you instead…I’m terribly sorry, Mc.” 
A grin graced Barbatos’ features, “Perhaps next time you should not talk about them both at the same time.” 
“Yes, yes-“ Diavolo wasn’t listening. He was too busy shrugging his coat off and draping it around you, “I am truly sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”
You gave a sly smile, “Just stand still please.”
“Stand still-?!” A red water balloon hit the prince smack in the chest. Coldness spread across his chest as the liquid seeped into his shirt, but his chest had never felt warmer. No one would ever dare to do anything of the sort to him, the prince, but you…you did it with a smile. 
He likes your smile. 
(Diavolo couldn’t help himself when he lifted you in the air, spinning you around with a booming laugh that was reciprocated sweetly. Friendship was the stepping stone to becoming even closer with you, and if he has to endure Lucifer and Barbatos’ lectures to do that, he’ll do it a thousand times if it’s for you.)
Barbatos
the first time you helped him work 
Lucifer had caught you on your way home from RAD, asking if you’d rather come with him to the Demon Lord’s Castle (Levi accidentally summoned Lotan again so he and everyone else were cleaning up and the first born thought he’d spare you the headache.)
So you arrived with Lucifer in tow (you wanted to knock), giving the prince and Barbatos quite the delight. You stayed behind with the latter, as Lucifer and Diavolo had business to discuss, and happily followed him to the kitchen.
“Been working on any new sweets, Barb?” You eye the empty icing bowls on the counter, shimmying past the demon to scoop some onto your finger. 
He chuckles, “I have. The only thing left to do is pipe the designs on.” Barbatos was used to you watching him bake, so he was a bit puzzled when you began to collect the dirty dishes from around the kitchen instead. 
You hummed as you danced around the demon to reach the sink. Small bubbles floated up as piled the dishes up in the water, making you giggle. 
“Mc?” Barbatos places down the icing pipe and makes his way over to you, “What are you doing?” 
“Washing dishes? You’ll have to go take their tea up to them in a bit and I know you wanted to get those cookies decorated, so I thought I’d help out!”
Green eyes softened, lips curling into a small smile. “How thoughtful of you.” 
(Barbatos has never failed to deliver the young master’s tea in the millennia he’s been his steward, but for today, the butler hopes his master won’t mind. He’d truly hate to have to miss out on your cheerful face as you blew soap bubbles at him.)
Simeon
the first time you saw his wings 
The grip you had on Simeon’s hand only got tighter as the group of demons stalked closer. Normally you wouldn’t worry- you weren’t helpless and you had an angel with you- but there were just so many of them with nowhere to go. 
Lower level demons, but they were smart enough to know they needed to gang up on the devildom’s human and their angel pet. “What’s with those looks? Not gonna call for help?” One of the taller demons shifted and lashed their tail at your face, slicing your cheek open.
Simeon saw red. His hand ripped from yours as he moved to stand in front of you, eyes narrowed dangerously. “Tch.” White wings sprouted from his back, spanning out to their full length; they glowed brightly, sending every demon in the vicinity scrambling. 
“Simeon…”
The angel tensed at your quiet tone, head craning around to watch you shuffle around. Were you scared? Was he too frightening? Did he accidentally hurt you? “Mc-”
“They’re beautiful.” Awe filled eyes gazed at him with adoration, “You’re beautiful.” Your hand stretched out absentmindedly, a smile stretching across your face when his wing extended toward you. 
Meanwhile, Simeon was floored. Your reaction, your smile, the gentle way you caressed his wings- it was all dizzying and rejuvenating at the same time. Father help him, he seriously considered you were the angel instead.
“Oh-! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch them! Angel wings are probably sacred or something-” You moved to pull your hand back, but lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist, preventing yours from leaving his feathers. 
“Please, touch them as much as you like.”
(Seeing an angel’s wings, much less touching them, was sacred. Simeon couldn’t bring himself to care, though. He’d kneel before you if you wanted him to- fuck he was so smitten with you. Corrupt him, do what you wish, just don’t make him go without the feel of your touch.)
Solomon
the first time you told him you missed him
You clutched the phone tighter when Mammon hung up, letting out a sigh. When it buzzed again, this time with texts, you checked half-heartedly before getting excited at the name displayed. 
[Solomon] Hey. How are you doing? It’s been a while. 
[Mc] It sucks. This sucks. I miss the Devildom.
[Solomon] Do you now? By the way, Mc, I can’t help wondering…
“When were you gonna mention how much you miss me?” Solomon's lips pull into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen him have, “Surprise! You didn’t expect this, did you?”
You drop your D.D.D and throw your arms around his neck, bubbly laugh echoing through the street, “Solomon! I missed you so fucking much, holy shit, you’re actually here!” 
The sorcerer stood, lips parted in shock, and arms raised in the air slightly. He could feel your warmth seeping through his clothes and for just a moment, Solomon forgot all he knew about self-restraint and snaked his arms around you tightly. 
Jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist, you laughed even harder when he stumbled back slightly from the added weight. You knew Solomon had to be absolutely shell-shocked; the two of you never got affectionate like this with one another before (slightly due to the brothers butting in) but you just…
“Missed me a lot, huh? I must admit, I wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction.” He leaned back to show you his smile- and the rare baby pink blush that dusted over his cheeks.
The sight made you swoon, “Well I did. I missed you. Badly.”
(When Solomon put you down, the warmth faded away too fast for his liking. His fingers twitched at his sides, lips pulling into a slight frown before he was reaching out for you, tugging you back into his arms. The Devildom could wait for a little while longer— Solomon wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.)
Luke
the first time you made him speechless
The young Angel didn’t like to admit to having nightmares. While he obviously knew it was something everyone- no matter the age- could suffer from, he still didn’t want to burden anyone with his ‘childish’ dreams. Tonight had been especially bad though, and Luke’s resolve finally cracked; he found himself seeking your reassurance without thinking. 
[11:29pm] Mc, are you awake? I had a nightmare…
Luke tells himself he’s stupid- of course you’re asleep! It’s a school night and he shouldn’t be bothering you. He forces himself to lay back down, trying to shoo away the disappointment in his chest. 
[11:45pm] Luke! Come open the door!! 
Luke stares at his phone for a few seconds before he’s scrambling quietly to the front door, “Mc?! W-what are you doing here?!” 
“You said you had a nightmare, right? I brought my clothes and stuff for school tomorrow so we could have a little sleepover! Being with someone else always helps me after I have a nightmare.” 
Blue eyes stare in disbelief as you easily make your way through the halls, heading straight towards his room. He’s silent the entire time, watching you settle into his bed, piling up the covers comfortably before patting the spot beside you. And as Luke slips back under the blankets and cuddles into your side, he hears you humming a soft tune and refuses to open his mouth in fear of interrupting you after you’ve come all this way— just because he had a nightmare. 
‘Mc…thank you.’ 
(Simeon comes to wake Luke up after not seeing him in the kitchen for breakfast and pauses, lips curling into a grin. You're wrapped around Luke like a barrier against the outside world, intent on protecting him, even in your sleep. He figures he should quickly text Lucifer though, before he has to deal with the wrath of 7 brothers when they figure out their Mc disappeared in the night.)
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justaselfishperson · 13 days
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MC: SATAN I HATE YOU!
Satan: My opinion is correct and nothing can change it
MC: I FUCKING HATE YOU
Satan, shouted back: I FUCKING HATE YOU MORE
MC: YOU SON OF A BITCH I-
MC realizes what they just said:.....Oh my fuckin'.....god
Satan smirks: Yeah, MC. You're right!
MC: Shhhh, shut up Sat
Lucifer suddenly felt offended: Pardon me?
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rustytrident · 14 days
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time for the token pact mark hcs every obey me writing account has!!
kinda 18+ on asmo's section but not in the way u think.
mammon's pact mark came first, and you couldn't say you were surprised when it showed up on the palm of your dominant hand. circular, not too intricate, shining yellow; it wasn't exactly hard to miss but it wasn't too obvious, compared to the ones you would gather along the way. mammon still finds every chance to hold your hand, trace his sigil – hell, even high five you – so he can feel his power merged with your energy (his favourite is when you cup his face with that hand, but of course he won't admit it).
leviathan's showed up on your sternum – an interesting spot, you thought, but rolled with it either way. it was only when you felt envy for the first time after your pact that you realised it weighs down more on your chest than any other spot on your body. did you kinda feel like iron man, walking around with an orange circle in the middle of your chest? yeah. did you thank whoever decided the mark would show up there when levi cuddled his face into your sternum to feel your combined energy before he fell asleep? yeah <3.
beelzebub's showed up on your tongue, and no matter how obvious the spot is you just couldn't find it the first few days?? like okay pact is here but here where?? then you yawned in front of a mirror by chance and almost gave yourself whiplash cause why was your tongue bleeding?? upon further inspection, you concluded it was just a pact mark! long, branching out like the roots of a tree, like lightning, from the back to the front of your tongue, it looked sick. now, did you start taking selfies with your tongue out because of a newfound bad boy look or was it because you wanted to show off your demon – that is up to the audience's interpretation.
asmodeus gave you a tramp stamp. a fucking tramp stamp. you don't even know whether to laugh or cry the first time you see it in all its pink glory, so you do neither. you call solomon. you ask him where his pact mark is. he answers "on my lower back, right above my ass". you hang up the phone. asmo later on explains that he's doing you a favour by getting you into 2000s fashion, and that you should be glad the pact mark showed up there, and not on the spot the beings he doesn't have romantic feelings for get it. you don't ask where that is, but you do start wearing more low rise clothes. asmo's home screen after that is him hugging your ass after he put you in his juicy sweatpants with the bedazzled JUICY on them, pact mark on full display.
satan's pact mark is on your temples – two small, spiked circle sigils, green as his sin's colour. he says you look hot when you get mad and they light up, and when you roll your eyes at him he reassures you that you look just as badass, too. the one time you watched back a video leviathan took of you failing to beat a boss for what felt the hundredth time on the newest game he bought, you understood what satan meant. if you're the type of person to cry while angry, your red eyes make the green marks show up even more – satan says during those moments you look like a siren, and you accept it with a bashful nod. it would be improper to deny a compliment from a demon lord, anyway.
belphegor's mark showed up on your nape. you're bummed out about not being able to see it when you'd like, but he says it's fine. really, who wouldn't be overjoyed about having purple, star-like freckles at the back of their neck, right? especially when your demon says they remind him of the sky in the human world, hence the design and detail that was put into it. sometimes, belphegor likes to fall asleep while spooning you and kissing the stars on your nape. will he admit it? nah. but you know, and he knows, and that's enough (he's usually asleep after the 11th star. yes, you counted).
lucifer gave you the longest mark you had, starting from the top of your neck, and dropping down between your collar bones. it looked like a very intricate dagger, with a carved blade, the tip of it resting at the spot where your ribcage starts. when you asked him about it, he told you that pride, the sin and the feeling both, demands of you to keep your head up. hold your head down, submit, show humility, and you miss it. and so, you kept your head up. it wasn't like lucifer carelessly handed out pacts and emotional bonds with the beings of any realm – and you couldn't say you disliked when his eyes trailed down to your neck before returning to your eyes again, with a softer look this time.
gonna close this by saying that the only pact mark placements I've seen are on mc's back, placed in a sigil wheel, or one atop the other in a line on their spine. still, if someone has said what I said before me, tell me so i can credit them!
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garoujo · 6 months
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— 「 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 | 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 」
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feat : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeous, beelzebub + belphegor.
warnings : f. reader, some slight exhibitionism but it’s mostly just pda, needy brothers, teasing, slight grinding/dry humping and groping.
note : i couldn’t get this out of my head at like 3am so i had to write it down so i could actually sleep sob ;-;
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୪ LUCIFER
— you’d picked up on his tell tale signs pretty quickly, but unfortunately so had his brothers. it was obvious in the way his long fingers seemed to suddenly linger on your skin, a deep-seated desire compelling him to suddenly not be able to take his hands or eyes off you, pulling a few sniggers from his younger brothers when you both a share a long, obvious look and you know what he wants.
it’s painfully obvious the way that lucifer’s eyes seem to lower when you enter the room, he’s sunk into his chair—his head propped up by his palm as his dark gaze drags along your figure and he feels his body burn at the sight of you. “long day?” you sigh and the eldest demon almost jumps, collecting himself before he clears his throat and reaches his free hand to fix his messy hair. you murmur his name, voice like a dreamy hum from a drunken prayer and he feels his cock throb with a familiar need, like it’s drawn in by the sound. “come here.” he breathes, and you cross the room while his heavy eyes stay locked on you, until you’re close enough for his fingers to reach for you—wrap gently around your wrist to prompt you to lean closer, and he feels you shiver under his touch before his neck flares hot and you close the distance, enough for his lips to graze along your cheek. “can ya both get a room, you’re bein’ gross!” mammon calls from his place on the couch, pulling you both from your haze and lucifer shoots him a warning glare to shut him up before his attention is on you once more. “let’s continue this in my room.”
୪ MAMMON
— it was difficult for mammon to keep his hands off you at the best of times but even more so when he was needy (which was also most of the time). his mood always obvious in the way he seems to stick close to your side, drunken giggles leaving his lips as he drops kisses along your cheeks and jawline—pulling you against him as his hands follow the path of your curves and he’s deliberately pressing his cock against your side, in the hopes you pick up his obvious hints through his breathless whines of “cmon, i need ya—t-to see somethin’, c-can ya just follow me already.”
you were alone as you stood in the kitchen, tapping through your DDD while you stood against the counter, leaning over the marble before you hear a familiar huff from behind you. “there ya are, been lookin’ for ya.” mammon hums and with the way your back is facing him you don’t notice the way his eyes drag along your figure with undisguised desire, hot and undeniable, making him swallow heavily as his cheeks tint pink. “you found me.” you giggle, peering back at him and he grumbles something under his breath before he’s pressing himself against you. “what ya doin’ anyway, ya should be entertainin’ me instead ya know.” he mumbles, blinking down at your DDD from over your shoulder and you drape your head back in luxury when you feel his toned chest against your back, almost caging you against the counter and just the feeling of having you close has his cock twitching in his jeans as he burns hot. from how close mammon is you can hear the way his breathing becomes increasingly more shallow, his hands smoothing over the skin of your hips until he’s pulling you closer—his hips involuntarily rolling into yours and you can feel how hard he is, the sudden friction making his mind spin as he bites back a groan. “shit—d’ya wanna go s-somewhere else, just c-cause ya obviously can’t keep your hands off me, just don’t want anyone gettin’ jealous if they see ya feelin’ me up. j-just come on, already, would ya?”
୪ LEVIATHAN
— it was always extremely obvious whenever levi needed you, the blush on his cheeks never leaving his face as he found it harder and harder to concentrate on whatever he was supposed to be doing. it was probably one of the only time he even let him concentration slip while gaming because he’d much rather focus on you instead.
“levi? hellooooo?” you hum from your place on your boyfriends bed, raising a brow at the purple haired demon as he snaps from his daydream and he suddenly feels too warm. “w-what is it? i was j-just thinking about strategies, okay—that’s all it was, uh—anyway,” levi fumbles, clearing his throat a little awkwardly as if you can’t see the way he’s flushed to his chest, his fingers almost breaking the controller under his strong touch as he tries to get comfortable, trying and failing to ignore the way his cock is straining against his sweats. “are you okay?” you hum, voice like honey and it makes his heart pound, inching yourself across the bed, closer to him, and his chest jumps with an inhale when your thigh grazes along his, his blush stinging his skin as his hands squeeze even tighter around the controller and the sound of his character taking even more damage echoes through the room as he inhales sharply. “heh—it’s nothing! it’s n-nothing, do you want to d-do something else for a bit, i need a—uh, break!”
୪ SATAN
— satan thought he was more discreet than he actually was but there was always a certain air that surrounded him when he was needy, something obvious in the way his eyes would drop and you’d be able to see his jaw clench, a smirk stretching his lips as he leans in closer, tries to gather you close to him as his lustful gaze lazes over you so casually, like he’s studying you.
“having fun?” satan hums as he enters the dining room, finding you with beel as the younger demons stuff his face, only offering his older brother a gruff hum in greeting before his attention is back on his food. you can tell immediately when you turn to look at him, feeling his presence approach you, the look he sends you in return stealing your words as he murmurs your name through a raspy sound, clenches his jaw when he looks at you again, eyes dropped and heavy. he’s entranced when he looks at you, truly, and he swallows at how alluring you seem to be whenever you do anything. “are you free right now?” satan grunts and you gulp before standing from your seat, feeling the familiar warmth from his fingers a few moments later as they rest against your jaw—keeping your eyes trained on his while his thumb moves to stroke along your lips, like a wordless plea “i-i need to talk to you about, something.” his tone wavering slightly as a dusting of pink decorates his cheekbones.
୪ ASMODEOUS
— if anyone wasn’t discreet it would be asmo, he has no shame in telling you exactly how much he wants you, needs you. but sometimes he likes to tease you a little more, he finds it more intimate and rewarding when he whispers his thoughts against your skin between kisses, sighing softly in an attempt to convince you to let him drag you away to his room no matter what you’re doing, but he’ll make sure you end up just as needy as he is before he does.
“you’re looking just as adorable as ever this morning.” asmo hums as he meets you in the hall, skipping over to you with his usual teasing smile on his lips. “i do too, ofcourse—wouldn’t you agree? infact, how about you show me that you agree instead, hm?” he giggles and you can’t help but laugh, the sound making something sizzle in his stomach before he pulls you in for a hug, making sure to keep you held against his for a few moments longer than he normally would as you feel his lips against your skin. asmo’s skin feels hot but his smirk remains when he begins dropping a few kisses along the dip of your shoulder, deliberately leaving featherlight touches against the spots that have you wriggling against him with want, likes he’s proving how well he knows your body. “what’s wrong? did seeing me get you riled up? you want me to take care of you?” he breathes, his words whispered low against the skin of your neck and you want to roll your eyes at how annoying he is, but when you feel him pinch at another one or your sweet spots you can’t help but whimper, pulling an almost pleased moan from the brother against you. “i knew it! you just want some attention, well let me give you more—“
୪ BEELZEBUB
— there wasn’t many things that beel felt as strongly as he did hunger, except when it came to you, need came pretty close and it was almost primal whenever it took over him. feeling him press his solid body against yours, almost grinding his hips against your as he shamelessly pants against your skin, his cheeks warm when he looks at you, violet eyes heavy with want and cock twitching against his sweats.
it was common for you and beel to make trips to the kitchen together, you normally keeping him company while he emptied the contents of the fridge but he seemed different tonight—he was quieter and you’d caught him stealing glances over his shoulder at you more often that you could count. “are you finished?” you hum when you watch him approach you, chest broad and puffed before he’s groaning, deep and languid and it echoes somewhere deep in his chest when he presses himself against you, letting his lips rest against your cheek as his eyes close at the contact. “want something else.” beel grunts, something carnal boiling in his stomach when he looks at you, feels the warmth of your body against his until he’s almost panting against you, his primitive instincts making it seem like the room is spinning. “and what do you want?” you hum, even though the way his cock is hard and straining against your thigh through his pants makes it painfully obviously what he wants, but you ask anyway just to hear another deep groan sound from his lips as he grinds himself against you once more. “you look tasty.”
୪ BELPHEGOR
— you had learned his signs pretty quickly, he was discreet in his hints, well to others atleast because they were always so obvious to you. always seeming to feel him nudge a little closer when he sat next to you, hiding everything behind a veil of him being ‘sleepy’ as if you can’t feel his fingers tracing shapes along the inside of your thighs.
you offer the youngest brother a gentle smile when you feel him slide onto the couch next to you, his chin resting lazily onto the palm of his hand as he props himself up against the arm to shoot you a drowsy grin. “are you sleepy?” you mumble, the question like a whisper as you turn to face belphie before he nods slowly and rests his head against your shoulder, and you’re quick to notice the sudden heat of his palm against your thigh that follows. “a little.” he finally replies, squeezing at your skin a little teasingly after his words, and you want to squirm, but you know it’ll draw the attention of the other brothers who are too busy bickering over something mammon did, so instead you find yourself inhaling deep, feeling his fingertips trace their way higher before they return to their place with an almost proud tap against your skin after. you murmur his name, it’s dreamy and breathless when his fingers make their way higher once more and his palm suddenly feels clammier, causing the younger demon to grumble before his hand leaves your skin. “you guys are too loud, we’re gonna go nap in my room.”
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obey me headcanons pt. 2
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Lucifer tries to pick you a single red rose from the garden at the demon lord's castle each time he visits (sometimes Barbatos catches him, and Lucifer plays it off as him just leaning down to tie his shoes) the roses are hung along the ceiling trims in your room, adorned with a white ribbon to hold the stems together.
"here MC, let me help you hang those up, I told you to stop standing on chairs like that, what if you fall?"
"Luci, don't you know that red roses symbolize love and admiration?"
Mammon will NEVER admit this to ANYONE, but he has a secret savings account solely for buying you gifts. he claims he had the money to buy you something from the extra shifts he worked.
"Mams what's this? it's so lovely!"
"gah! here t-take it, it's for you, and don't go blabbing off to my brothers about this!"
Levi will purposely lose at games sometimes just so he can see the way your face lights up in excitement when you win. he absolutely adores the little lines on your face when you smile and the way you grab onto him in excitement.
"oh my gosh, Levi look I did it! aren't you proud of me?"
"y-yeah MC, good job, but let me s-show you some tricks on how to beat your previous score. t-that is if you can b-beat me again next round!"
Satan once asked Solomon to help him visit the human world so he could look for books that you loved before you came down to the Devildom. shortly after his return, he summoned you to his room and pushed the stack of books into your arms with rosy cheeks.
"here you might like these, I found them lying around while I was organizing my books."
"woah, I used to read these books all the time back in the human world. I didn't think I'd be able to read them again, thank you so much Satan!"
Asmo handmade you and him matching rose gold and silky-textured pj sets, and he expects you to wear it when you and him have sleepovers. he can't help but run his hands all over the soft fabric, his fingers leaving trail marks in the velvet as he runs them along your curves.
"oh MC! you're so cute!! I could just cuddle you to death~"
"Asmo please you're gonna squish me!"
Beel likes to make late-night snacks in the shape of little stars, as well as suns and moons (if he can manage not to eat them all before bringing them to your room to share with you)
"awh, Beel these are so cute! I guess I'm the stars, you're the suns, and Belphie is the moons!"
*munch* "yeah MC, that's right, i'm glad you like them. whenever Belphie and I look at the stars together, we always think about you." *munch*
Belphie will without a doubt take a nap on your lap or your shoulder, no matter the place. if you're lounging in the common room with his brothers, he will curl up in your lap and wrap his tail around your leg and link one of his fingers with yours.
*yawn* "MC, uncross your legs please, I'm so sleepy."
"okay, but don't drool on me this time."
Diavolo likes when you organize his stationery. he likes that you make sure everything is in its place, so when he's so immersed in paperwork he doesn't have to stop to search for what he needs (you once gave him a sticky note that says "I'm proud of you for working so hard <3" and he has it taped on his desk)
"MC, i've finished my paperwork, so how about we go out for dinner? I haven't seen you all week, and i've missed you."
"we see each other every morning, silly, but yes I would love to have dinner with you."
Barbatos once got so worried that you wouldn't want to be with him anymore due to him being so busy, that it started to distract him from his daily tasks. so he asked Diavolo if once a week he could have a longer break than usual so that he could spend time with you and remind you how much he loves and cherishes you.
"MC, I think about you all the time. when I am not busy, I would like to spend and cherish every minute with you."
"oh Barb, i'm so happy you feel that way! I was so worried that you didn't want to be with me anymore."
Simeon keeps a private journal so that he can spill his heart out for you onto the pages. he gifts it to you once every page is inked with words of his eternal love for you.
"MC, I hope you will love this as much as I love you."
"Simeon, this is beautiful, I didn't know you felt this way about me, I love you so much!"
Solomon gifted you a charmed locket that allowed you to feel his heartbeat, he wants you to know that his heart will never stop beating for you whether the two of you are together or apart.
"nice try MC, but you won't be able to fluster me that easily."
"if that's the case, then why is your heart beating so fast?"
Luke will run to you and hug you whenever he's being teased, he'll turn his head to the side and stick his tongue out at Lucifer and his brothers.
*sob* "MC, they won't stop teasing me!"
"guys stop being so mean to my sweet little angel!"
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OBEY ME: WHERE THEY LIKE TO CUM
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+ genre... smut with obey me x fem!reader
+ tw... cum, lots of cum, unprotected sex, cream pie, anal, overstimulation, blowjobs
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— LUCIFER:  ꒰ inside you ꒱ 𖥦 in the beginning, lucifer adamantly insists that he wear a condom— not just for your sake, but for his too. he already has six brothers and the entire student body to supervise; he seriously can’t afford to have a child right now. however, when you run out of rubbers one night and one thing leads to another, you two continue on, deciding he can just pull out of you when he gets close. yet, there was one thing he didn’t account for: how fucking euphoric your bare walls felt clenching around his cock. as soon as he sheaths himself inside of you, his lashes are fluttering, a guttural groan reverberating from his chest. your slick, velvety texture sends him reeling as his hips instinctually thrust into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time. before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s slamming his hips against yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his pace only quickens as he gets closer to his orgasm, holding you in place when it finally hits him, thick ribbons of cum painting your walls in a brilliant white. even then, he lets out a low growl and continues fucking his seed back into you.
— MAMMON:  ꒰ your mouth ꒱ 𖥦 mammon is absolutely weak at the sight of you kneeling before him, looking up at him with your big doe eyes and begging to suck his cock. he’ll never turn down the proposition, always immediately unbuttoning his jeans and yanking his boxers down so his cock springs free. he’ll let you set the pace, watching as you go further down his length with every bob of your head. and when you finally take him all into your mouth, your nose pressed against his pelvis— that’s when he grabs a fistful of your hair and holds you down, groaning as your throat contracts around him in a gag. he can’t help but start fucking your mouth, keeping your head in place as his hips start bucking forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time. he loves how you gag around him, the way saliva dribbles down your chin, the way tears streak down your cheeks. he even loves when your hands start smacking against his thighs, but that doesn’t mean he lets up. but, his favorite part is when he gets to cum down your throat, his cock twitching in your mouth. he’ll moan while telling you not to waste a single drop.
— LEVIATHAN: ꒰ your thighs ꒱ 𖥦 leviathan loves the warm plush of your thighs, the way they jiggle when he’s fucking them from behind. you’ll be bent down on all four while he’s rutting into your backside, your thighs covered in precum as they press together around his cock. he’d even argue that it felt just as good as your cunt, the way your slick drooled onto his length as it rubbed against your folds. the way your back arched every time the tip of his dick nudged your clit has his rhythm quickening, his head falling backward as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth. his nails dip into your hips when he finally releases his load, milky liquid spattering all over your thighs and the sheets beneath you. yet, you keep grinding back into him, mewling out as your own orgasm wracks through your body, your legs trembling around him while he moans out from overstimulation. when you roll over onto your back to catch your breath, he never fails to marvel at the mess he created, even running his fingers through it to spread it around. 
— SATAN: ꒰ on your cunt ꒱ 𖥦 satan likes to keep his appearance immaculate, his notes taken in a tedious fashion to ensure he memorizes all of the information. he prefers the prim and proper, the calm and composed; expect when it comes to sex. during sex, he wants to see you messy. he wants to take your leg and hook it over his shoulder and plow into your cunt until a loud squelching sound is echoing off the walls of the room. the way your eyes roll back in your head, nails scratching at his shoulder makes his cock throb inside you, and when you finally cream around his cock, he hisses and fucks you through it, forcing you to ride out your climax. he doesn’t care if your pussy is sensitive— he’s got one goal in mind and it comes to fruition when he pulls out from your vice grip and finishes all over your cunt, covering your folds in thick white globs of cum. his eyes glint with delight as he watches it drip down onto the blank beneath you and before you know it, he’s fingering it into you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. 
— ASMODEUS: ꒰ your face ꒱ 𖥦 asmo will croon at you as you crawl in between his legs, beckoning you to pull down his pants as he lies back against the pillows watching you. he thinks you’re absolutely adorable when you blush at the sight of his cock glistening with precum, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you take him into your mouth. he’ll reach down and brush strands of hair back from your face, coaxing you to look up at him while you pepper his length with open mouthed kisses, dragging your flattened tongue from the base up to the tip. your tongue is his kryptonite, and he can’t help but let out a melodic moan when it flicks over his slit. the closer he gets to his peak, the more likely it is for his hips to start bucking up into the air, chasing after your mouth when you pull back from bobbing your head. it’s when you feel his cock start pulsing that you start pumping him with your hand, his lips parting in a silent gasp as his cum shoots out onto your face. he thinks you’re so pretty covered in his essence, smearing it across your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth.
— BEELZEBUB: ꒰ your hand ꒱ 𖥦 while beel enjoys blowjobs, there’s just something about watching your hand jerk him off that drives him crazy. it just looks so small compared to his monstrous cock, your fingers barely wrapping all the way around it. usually, you have to use both hands, stroking them up and down, usually focusing on the tip. he can only watch as you lean down and lick the precum off the head before spitting onto it, letting your hands work it in as they continue their motions. if he’s wearing a shirt, he’ll pull it up and bite at the hem to keep quiet, his eyebrows knitting together when your thumb presses against his slit. he’d fuck your hands like a fleshlight if he could, but he musters up all of his self will to keep still and let you bring him his high, knowing it’ll feel so much better if he waits patiently. and when he finally does cum, glossy white liquid spurting out and drenching your hands, you reward him by looking him in the eyes and licking it all off slowly, humming in satisfaction as his taste lingers on your tongue.
— BELPHEGOR: ꒰ in your ass ꒱ 𖥦 belphegor will get drunk off your pussy, but he will get downright shitfaced off your ass. he loves how pathetic you sound while he works it open with his fingers, scissoring them apart to help prep you for his dick. he just eats up the way you whimper when he finally does start pushing inside you, groaning lowly as your walls clench down around him and try to coax him back out. he’s too big, but he doesn’t care— all that matters is how good your ass feels squeezing his cock. it feels like heaven in hell, especially when he bottoms out inside you. he doesn’t hesitate in setting a brutal pace, shoving your face into the covers to muffle your whines as his hips hammer into your from behind. he’ll lean down and whisper filthy things into your ear until he topples over the edge, yanking your head up out of the covers so he can hear you scream as he fills you up. he’s got the biggest grin on his face as he slowly pulls out, watching as white trickles down onto your cunt before soaking the sheets below. 
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