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[badperson-8]

Butting In (Part 1) Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Male/AMAB MC finds an intriguing sex toy – a magical fleshlight, which is automatically connected to the body of whoever haunts their sexual fantasies. How will each brother react if MC succumbs to the temptation and uses the device?

amabMC x Lucifer, amabMC x Mammon, amabMC x Levi

3.5k words | NSFW | Porn without plot | gn!pronouns MC | AO3 link

Content Warnings: Dub-con | Anal Sex

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

Lucifer

Lucifer sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. He’s been sent to the House of Lords on behalf of Lord Diavolo for a brief check of their quarterly financial report. But what should’ve taken him at most two hours, stretched into several-hours torture, due to the incompetence of these noble fools. The accounting department did their best to analyze and categorize all the expenses, but Lords were so utterly incapable of providing any reasonable data in time that the finished report turned out to be an incoherent mess.

So now Lucifer is stuck in a place full of insufferable snobs, damned to do their job instead of them. At least the most excruciating part is over: he had to personally collect all the additional papers from each Lord, and now he only needs to compare the numbers. The demon has already sent all the accountants away; if they didn’t succeed the first time, it’s highly unlikely that they’ll be of any use. Lucifer prefers to work alone anyway.

The only two things that motivate him right now are a huge cup of the strongest coffee ever known to demons and potential revenge. If Lucifer manages to find any traces of financial machinations, Lord Diavolo will take this matter into his own hands. And when he’s on the case, it’s useless to hide behind the high status of a noble. The Future King deals with problems swiftly and mercilessly.

Lucifer smirks, takes a sip of coffee, and focuses on the documents in his hands. The demon occupied the office of one of the Lords after he unceremoniously kicked out the owner. The room has too many golden decorations for Lucifer’s liking, but at least the chair is comfortable enough. The soft rustle of papers and the rhythmical ticking of the clock help him concentrate and ignore intrusive thoughts about one particular human who waits for him at home… Perhaps there are actually three things that motivate Lucifer right now, but his pride will never let him admit it.

A sudden shiver runs along Lucifer’s body, making him twitch and almost spill all the coffee on the documents. The demon immediately lets go of the cup and straightens up, trying to figure out what the hell happened. But Lucifer doesn’t spot anything unusual, only the same ticking of the clock breaks the silence of an empty room.  

The second shiver strikes him just as suddenly. This time it’s stronger, it pierces his mind and makes him grab the edge of the table, looking for support. Lucifer feels the ghost touches on his body, which concentrate on his backside. He unconsciously presses his hips against the seat in an attempt to hide his delicate parts from the unknown intruder. But to no avail. The unstoppable force concentrates on his most vulnerable part of the body, pressing inside and massaging the tensed walls of his entrance.

Lucifer bites his lower lip, trying to contain all the embarrassing noises deep within; a thin stream of blood runs down his chin and lands on one of the documents, staining it and coloring the white pages red. His trembling hand wipes off tiny drops of sweat from his forehead.

The Avatar of Pride is not capable of panicking, as simple as that. He has everything under control, no matter what happens. But now, for the first time in eternity, Lucifer doesn’t know what to do. He’s lost and confused; the burning desire to twist the neck of whoever does this to him and the baffling temptation to submit to these new sensations are tearing him apart.

Lucifer chooses the first option, concentrating his magic on the faint traces of the curse that makes him lose control over his body. The demon frowns as he mentally untangles the magical energies and reaches the source of the disturbance.

It’s MC, it’s their life force, their magical energy. Lucifer senses the power of some kind of artifact nearby, but its magic doesn’t look dangerous. The demon sighs, letting his tensed muscles finally relax. He feels an all-consuming relief at the thought of MC being the one who’s behind this. It’s them, they are responsible for all this nonsense. Of course, who else would it be? He should’ve figured it out sooner.  

A gentle pressure on his insides continues, it seems MC doesn’t use the artifact to its full potential yet, preferring to check the toy with their fingers. Lucifer leans back in his chair and spreads his long legs apart. He could fly all the way to the House of Lamentation, confiscate this suspiciously powerful artifact, and lecture them for several hours straight, but…

Lucifer’s line of thought is interrupted by a sudden sensation of some liquid inside him. The demon frowns harder as he feels his cheeks and ears burn with humiliation. He closes his eyes, not to see how his hand unzips his pants and lets out his neglected boner. He doesn’t want to accept this. Lucifer shouldn’t be so agreeable towards the fact that he is being used as a sex toy. Even if it’s MC who does that. Stroking his dick to such foul sensations feels almost like a betrayal of his Pride. He should ignore his urges and…

The touch of a much bigger object feels shocking, no matter how much Lucifer anticipated dreaded the next stage of MC’s curiosity. It feels so much hotter than their fingers; it stretches him open inch by inch without meeting any resistance from Lucifer’s body. He breathes out sharply and tries to stop his hips from trembling. What a disgrace.

Lucifer clenches his fists, stubbornly ignoring his own growing excitement. But despite his efforts, his thighs spread even wider, chasing the feeling of the hot and pulsating flesh, magically conjured to bring Lucifer pleasure. The damn artifact is too good at recreating MC’s dick, too good at imitating all the deep thrusts. The demon can bear this for only so long. He snarls, grabs his dick, and starts stocking it with hungry desperation.

A quiet moan escapes Lucifer’s lips, but he immediately shuts his mouth with his hand, trying to save at least some dignity. The quicker the pushes become, the more difficult it is to contain all the moans. As Lucifer feels MC coming inside him, he bites his hand as hard as possible to muffle the final embarrassing sound. He growls as his fangs pierce his own skin, and his dick finally releases.

It takes him some time to regain his senses. The rhythmical ticking of the clock slowly returns Lucifer to reality. The demon silently stares at the pile of documents, now partially covered not only with his blood but also his sperm. He lifts his trembling hand and snaps his fingers to set the whole pile ablaze.

…They say that after one of the offices in the House of Lords burned down, together with important documents, the whole establishment had to work overtime to restore the lost data. It’s still unknown what exactly happened; some rumors mentioned a black-winged demon flying out of the office’s window in the direction of the House of Lamentation. But the strangest event that surpassed even the fire in one of the core institutions of the Devildom was no doubt the fact that, despite the sudden calamity and overdue financial report, Lucifer was walking around with a huge, bright smile on his face.

Mammon

Mammon is in deep shit. For real this time. He breathes heavily, peeking at five demons from around the corner. He sighs with relief as they march past his hiding spot and lovingly presses a giant bag full of money to his chest.

From Mammon’s perspective, this whole situation is exclusively the fault of these stupid morons. Who the hell keeps their money in cash nowadays?! These idiots were simply begging to rob them. How could Mammon say no? He will use the money better than they ever could anyway. MC was saying something about a new phone…

Mammon quietly swears and squats behind a dumpster, merging with the shadows. One of the demons returned and is now standing uncomfortably close to his hiding spot. Mammon needs to get out of here before they find him. He should make a run for it once the path is clear.

He squats lower, firmly hugging the bag in his hands. And he almost falls on his ass once he feels some kind of movement inside this very ass. Mammon shivers from disgust at the thought that he seems to be infected by damn tapeworms. He knew that a dinner at that shady restaurant was a bad idea. But seriously, how many are there? Or is it one thick-ass worm? It sure feels like it.

Despite his struggles, Mammon does his best to keep an eye on the demon next to him. They seem to have taken a break from the chase and are now simply smoking a cigarette.

Mammon can’t wait for too long, he needs to escape now while he has this chance. It seems he has to use just a little bit of violence. This demon is relaxed and completely unaware of their surroundings; it will be easy to jump them and knock them out within seconds. Gently, of course. Mammon quietly cackles as he slowly approaches the demon, still half-squatting and holding the bag in one hand.

But just as Mammon is ready to commit yet another crime, the fucking worm starts squirming again. The demon quietly moans, then immediately slams his mouth with his hand. The loud slap almost alerts the smoking demon, but they shrug it off.

“Must’ve been the wind.” They mumble, lifting their head and glaring at the stars. The sky is so beautiful today.

Meanwhile, just several feet away from the romantic demon, Mammon is having a mental breakdown. What the hell was that? No, Mammon didn’t just moan thanks to some stupid parasites, it’s a blatant lie. He tosses the bag on the ground and tries to turn his torso backwards to check his butt. It doesn’t help in the slightest since his jeans cover everything, so Mammon can only stare at his ass with disapproval.

His whole body suddenly shivers, making him drop to his knees and close his mouth with a hand once again. He feels something sticky and moist inside. At first, this strange sensation bothered only his asshole, but now it’s spreading deeper, all the way inside…

Mammon blinks away a single tear, trying not to panic. His medical condition is certainly dire, maybe he’s even dying. No, Great Mammon won’t die from some stupid worms, or whatever this is! He’ll find a cure; he just needs to escape first. MC will have to wait for a new phone a little longer, though; it seems that all the money will be spent on Mammon’s medical bills…

A sudden pressure on his asshole sends goosebumps all over Mammon’s body. He has to cover his mouth with his second hand, falling all the way to the ground. He’s now lying on his stomach, trying to regain his senses. Mammon feels something pushing inside him. His legs tremble, losing all their strength. His brain is trying to process everything that is happening but completely gives up once the ass gets attacked by powerful thrusts. Mammon’s erection is pressed uncomfortably to the ground through his jeans. He can’t even change the position, or at least take off his pants, since his body has fully betrayed him. The violent shivers shake Mammon’s body; he spends his last energy keeping his hands close to his mouth. Otherwise, the whole neighborhood will hear his whimpers.

Mammon’s mind is completely shut down, maybe as a way of precaution. At least the poor demon can’t reflect on the whole situation and be terrified of being either hopelessly ill or cursed. He can only focus on deep thrusts that hit his prostate over and over. The only thing that bothers him right now is his dick, still trapped in his jeans. He presses his hips closer to the ground to get at least some friction.

Mammon closes his eyes, breathing heavily into his hands. He’s so close, just a little more…

He’s suddenly being filled with something so hot that it heats up his insides; his ass unconsciously starts to greedily absorb this mysterious substance. Mammon trembles violently as he finally comes all over his pants. His last vocal moans break through the shield of his hands, shattering the surrounding silence.

As Mammon slowly returns to reality, he feels that his ass is now completely fine. He also feels that he is now surrounded by five angry demons who are ready to beat the shit out of him.

…MC is caressing Mammon’s soft hair as the demon complains to them about his rotten luck. He managed to escape in the end, which was a miracle, even with his abilities to run faster than anyone in the Devildom. The demons didn’t succeed in hurting him, but they took all their money back. Mammon doesn’t care that much about the money, though, being much more concerned about the possible disease. And MC just silently pats his hair, gathering their courage to tell Mammon about that one cool thing they found… And how it can actually be responsible for all of today’s misadventures.

Leviathan

Levi is bursting with excitement as he strolls around the comic-con. The amount of merch for all his favorite shows is simply unbelievable; and all the talented cosplayers make him wish he wasn’t such a shut-in otaku. To take a photo with any of them would be like a dream come true, but he’ll reach this major milestone some other time. He already has a huge reason to be proud of himself today.

Few reasons, actually. First of all, he came to this comic-con alone. All alone! Him! That’s right, he doesn’t need to ask Beel or Satan to come with him anymore. He doesn’t need any emotional support to come to this place, full of people… scary strangers… maybe they all think that he’s gross… or he smells bad…

Levi shakes his head, using his personal method of overcoming such anxiety attacks. All he needs to do is imagine MC, who holds him by the hand and smiles brightly at him. Yeah, that’s better. They always do this when he’s about to panic. Levi can’t give up, he promised that he’d have fun on his own.

The demon sighs, wishing MC was here with him. Lucifer forbade them to leave the house after they broke something when they were fooling around with Mammon. Levi frowns: this greedy scumbag always finds a way to mess with him, and now Levi has to spend the day all alone. Mammon ruined their date, and…

No-no-no-no, it wasn’t supposed to be a date, alright?! It WASN’T! Levi just offered MC to come with him, that’s all. He didn’t actually hope… That would be just silly, right?! Right…

Levi shakes his head once again, adjusting his stockings. Heels are not so bad, but these stockings are constantly trying to fall down. Maybe his legs are too skinny for this…

Hm? Oh yeah, that’s actually the second reason why Levi should be proud of himself. When he finally decided to invite MC on a da-… to hang out, he decided to consult with the professional, namely Asmo. He gave him some strange advices, like not eating too much during the day to avoid getting too dirty down “there”. Levi didn’t know where “there” was exactly, but he didn’t have the courage to ask. Other than that, Asmo had some great ideas: he assured Levi that MC would really appreciate it if he showed them his true passion. Specifically, if Levi put on his Ruri-chan costume, with stockings and all.

This idea got him really inspired; Levi spent several days preparing the costume for the show. So when the da-… the hangout was cancelled, he couldn’t just leave the costume at home. So he quickly made a giant sign “No photos, No touching, No interactions”, and came to the comic-con dressed in his pink dress.

Levi has never been prouder of himself. Despite everything, he paid homage to his favorite character. He wishes MC could see him right now…

“Ngh…” Levi winces, almost dropping his sign to the ground. His thighs firmly press together, slightly shaking from a sudden, unknown sensation between them. The demon blushes heavily and sprints to the bathroom, locking himself in one of the stalls.

He tosses the sign on the floor, lifts his skirt, and tries to inspect the area beneath. Levi did his best to make Ruri-chan’s costume as authentic as possible, which obviously included the right type of underwear. So now the demon carefully gropes his hips, covered with pink silk panties, in search of anything unusual.

His fingers dig into the silky fabric as he feels a strong tremble that concentrates in the area of his butt. He almost tears his underwear with his claws, trying to fight the unexpected weakness in his knees and not fall to the floor.

Levi gathers his strength, reaches the toilet lid, smashes it closed, and lands on it, breathing heavily. He would have never thought that it would be so hard to do such mundane actions, but he feels exhaustion after this little feat. He’s so confused by the riot of his own body that he doesn’t know what to think. Levi feels something slowly pushing inside, stretching him carefully. The only thing that prevents him from starting to seriously freak out is the fact that this unknown force immediately finds his weak spot.

The demon loudly screeches as something starts applying more pressure to his prostate. His dick already peeks out of the pink panties, leaving wet stains on the underwear and the skirt.

“Excuse me? Are you all right?” Someone knocks at the door of Levi’s stall, making him freeze. He squeezes his skirt in frustration as he shakily replies:

“Y-y-yes.”

That’s the best he can do, but luckily the stranger finds this reply passable and leaves him alone. Levi feels as his butt and asshole get covered in something sticky and warm, and he shivers in terror and anticipation. Wait, “anticipation”? No, Levi doesn’t enjoy this insane situation, not at all!

But self-reflection can wait. If the pushes renew, his voice will betray him again. And if this happens, the whole comic-con will hear him, and he certainly can’t let this happen! Levi needs to find something to block all the sounds ASAP. He looks around, trying to find something useful, but there aren’t many things in toilet stalls. Maybe something on him… Oh!

A genius idea graciously visits him. One of the main pieces of Ruri-chan’s clothing is, no doubt, her cute pink hat. Levi mentally apologizes to Ruri-chan for using her iconic hat in that way, takes it off, and shoves it in his mouth.

Just in time for a new stage of thrusts to start. This time they are much more intense. Levi feels how his fangs tear the soft fabric of his precious hat. But his idea mostly works: all his moans and whines are muffled, they are just quiet enough not to alert other people. He grabs his skirt, panties, his own thighs – anything other than his dick. Levi doesn’t want to do it like this. Not in the toilet stall, surrounded by strangers. Not in the Ruri-chan’s dress. Not without MC…

Levi slightly relaxes as his thoughts concentrate on MC. If he imagines that it’s them who inserts their dick inside him, he’ll manage to get through it. His brain successfully tricks itself, almost actually making him believe that it’s MC who is behind this cruel joke. If it’s them, it’s all right, Levi thinks, and allows himself to touch his neglected cock.

He strokes it desperately, focusing on his vivid fantasy of MC. His hole starts pulsating eagerly as he dives into his imagination. Whatever is on the other side must’ve felt how welcoming his hole became; the thrusts get faster and harder, almost making Levi fall from the toilet seat to the floor. He quickens the pace of his strokes to match the impatient pushes, squeezing the hat in his mouth with all his might.

He comes the moment he feels the hot release of an unknown entity inside him. Colorful circles flood his vision, leaving him completely strengthless. He tries to catch his breath, lazily thinking about the ruined costume, especially the pink panties he accidentally tore up. Now he needs to somehow clean up and hurry home, seeking refuge in MC’s arms. He’ll never go to any event without them again.

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

P.S. The art doesn't belong to me, it's an official art from Shall We Date: Obey Me! (You, Me and Devil's Coast card)

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[banjjakz]

eros ; satan x gn!reader

“A command…” Like the clashing of blades, your gazes meet in a charged impasse. “’Be my ally’,” you amend, brandishing the weapon of your stare, refusing to back down from the weight of his challenge. Satan inclines his head, expression untranslatable. “If you insist.” And although the poem you parse does indeed feature both the voice of the poet, as well as the deity invoked in the stanzas, you know that this final quip of Satan’s cannot be found in the lines of the original text. Somehow, you have a hard time believing that the eldritch horror would give in so easily to the demands of a mere mortal. The duality of infernal wrath and covert submission is a combination entirely unique to Satan.

(or: You study Sappho with Satan.)

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[anon-karasu]

Aftermath

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Prompt: I don’t want to talk

Summary: Mammon steps up in the aftermath of the Celestial War.

Category: Gen

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Language: English

Relationship(s): No Romantic Relationship(?), Lucifer & Mammon

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Additional Tags: aftermath of the Celestial War, aftermath of the brothers’ fall, post Celestial War, post fall of the brothers, demon brothers, mentions of destructive behaviour, mentions of injury, helpful Mammon, caring Mammon, Mammon looking after his brothers, broken Lucifer, unhealthy coping mechanism, mentions of alcoholic influence (demonus), I’m adding a self harming warning due to not looking after/ tending to wounds, mention of self-punishment, tending to wounds, hurt, hurt/ comfort, the comfort is minimal though, angst, no Mc, no beta

‼️WARNING: mentions self harm through not looking after/ tending to wounds‼️

Aftermath

Prompt: I don’t want to talk

Mammon passed through silent hallways as he grimaced at the unfamiliar stone walls of the House of Lamentation, only slowing his pace as his gaze wandered towards the equally unfamiliar floors where he spotted a large, splintered piece of polished wood.

He winced through the sharp pain in his joints as he stooped down to pick up the wood before he returned to his full height with a frown as he finally noticed a trail of fragmented wood leading further through the hallway and into a nearby room.

He tentatively approached the room and peered inside, only to find the remains of a grand piano scattered all over the room along with the stuffing from the sofa and the feathers from the cushions, and deep scratch marks etched into the wall.

Amongst the debris of what was once the music room, Mammon could make out Satan’s figure curled in on himself with his tail wrapped around himself, laying on top of a tattered frayed rug on the floor.

Mammon heaved a weary sigh, he was inwardly thankful that the unrelentingly angry demon had exhausted himself enough to finally pass out after yet another tantrum.

He didn’t dare step further into the room in fear of waking Satan and causing the rage-induced rampage to continue. Mammon backed away from the doorway of the music room as quietly as he could before he continued onwards through the hallway towards the common room instead, picking up the larger pieces of splintered wood and moving them aside as he walked to make the hallway a little safer to trek through.

Mammon paused in the doorway of the common room, his eyes fell over the floor in front of the sofas where he could see of Asmo, Beel and Belphie huddled close together with their blankets and pillows on the rug in front of the fireplace, their silhouette forms visible thanks to the dying embers. He remained in the doorway, watching over his younger brothers as they restlessly stirred in their sleep in an attempt to move closer to each other and maintain their comforting hold on each other.

Mammon eyes slowly moved towards a first aid kit that the three younger brothers had left nearby, the contents of which had been removed from their packagings and left strewn about with pieces of gauze and a bowl of water.

He crossed the room as quietly as possible so as not to wake his brothers and pushed through his own aches and pains to stoop down to pick up the discarded packaging and gauze, dropping them into the waste bin. He then tidied the unneeded dressings, gauze and plasters back into the first aid kit before he placed the bowl of water onto the coffee table that had been pushed out of the way.

Mammon straightened up to his full height again, pausing only to pull the blanket back up over Belphie’s shoulder before he headed back towards the common room door with the first aid kit in his hand and gave the three huddled brothers one last glance before he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.

After leaving the common room, Mammon quietly crept up the stairs, silently counting his brothers off on his fingers and noted that he had now checked on Satan, Asmo and the twins. His eyes fell upon Levi’s bedroom door as a certain recluse came to his mind, seeing that Levi had left his bedroom door ajar and a dim light was emitting from within.

He pushed the door open a little wider to peer into the room, he instantly found Levi sitting in the bathtub as he scrolled through his D.D.D while shrouded by a blanket that he had draped over his head like a hood. Mammon could just see a set of headphones that were clasped over Levi’s ears beneath the blanket.

Noticing the movement of his bedroom door, Levi glanced up at Mammon, making eye contact with his older brother.

Mammon gave Levi an understanding nod, which Levi returned before he slowly turned his attention back towards the D.D.D in his hands.

Mammon retracted his head from the room and made sure to close the door properly before he then walked further along the hallway to Lucifer’s bedroom and gave the closed wooden door a gentle knock.

Mammon waited.

And waited.

But even after another, slightly louder knock, he heard no answer from within Lucifer’s bedroom.

With a small sigh, Mammon pushed the handle of the door down and entered the room anyway.

He quickly spotted Lucifer sitting in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, leaning forwards in the armchair with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped in front of his face while the dim light emitting from the fireplace cast a silhouette around the eldest brother.

Mammon watched as Lucifer slowly and sluggishly turned his head in Mammon’s direction as the second-born entered the bedroom, staring in Mammon’s direction with unfocused eyes for what seemed like only a fraction of a second before he quickly turned his head to look away again without a single word.

He eyed Lucifer carefully as he walked across the room, noting how Lucifer turned his head further away from him to avoid meeting Mammon’s gaze as he stared into the glowing embers within the fireplace instead. Yet Mammon still saw how Lucifer’s hands shook slightly while he tried to maintain what little composure he had left, Mammon saw that Lucifer’s hair looked as though it had been pushed back repeatedly, leaving a few missed strands to fall into his face, the dark circles beneath Lucifer’s eyes that marked every sleepless night that he had had since their descent to the Devildom, along with the empty and defeated look in Lucifer’s eyes.

The glow of the embers in the grate of the fireplace only seemed to make Lucifer’s expression seem more worn and tired.

Upon closer inspection, Mammon also noted the wounds on Lucifer’s hands that were red and inflamed from lack of care and treatment. Mammon had no doubt that Lucifer was using this as some form of self-punishment.

A state that Mammon had never seen the once acclaimed and beloved archangel of the Celestial Realm in before, and an uncharacteristic image vulnerability that Mammon was sure he wouldn’t soon forget.

Mammon’s eyes slowly moved from Lucifer to the low table nearby where he could see an empty glass and a bottle of Demonus that was almost three quarters empty, explaining Lucifer’s sluggish movements earlier.

The silence in the room was only broken by the sound of the dying embers popping in the fireplace and the slight rustle of Mammon’s clothes as he proceeded to step forwards towards Lucifer.

Mammon forced himself to push his own aches and pains to the back of his mind for Lucifer’s sake as he knelt down on the floor in front of Lucifer, opened the first aid kit and prepared some antiseptic and gauze before he then stared up at Lucifer expectantly.

Lucifer’s eyes flitted towards Mammon’s before he silently and somewhat reluctantly unclasped his hands and held one of them out towards Mammon.

Mammon noticed that Lucifer’s shoulders tensed and the older demon took a sharp, inward breath through gritted teeth as Mammon used the antiseptic and cause to clean Lucifer’s wounds, making Mammon instantly pause in his movements to look up at Lucifer.

Lucifer closed his eyes and gave a small nod of his head, letting Mammon continue to tend to his wounds with a much more gentle touch this time.

Mammon stole another glance at Lucifer as the older demon slowly reached towards the bottle of Demonus on the table with his free hand to pour another drink.

Lucifer’s hands still shook, making the bottle rattle against the rim of the glass. He only half-filled his glass before quickly putting the bottle back down on the table beside it with a small thud, but Lucifer didn’t pick the glass up to drink its contents. He instead withdrew his hand to rest on his own knee while Mammon continued to tend to the wounds on his other hand.

Mammon let his eye flit up towards Lucifer’s face once more, seeing that the other demon had finally, slowly met his gaze for the first time since their fall. Mammon could see the grief, guilt and regret etched into Lucifer’s eyes.

Lucifer took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but Mammon instantly cut him off before the eldest had the chance to speak a single word.

“I know.”

Mammon’s voice was a quiet murmur, but they seemed to be enough to give Lucifer the comfort he sought as the pair then shared an understanding look before letting the silence envelope them again while Mammon continued to tend to Lucifer’s injuries.

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[lizz-blizt]

The Obey Me! section on Ao3 now has 666 pages.

It doesn't really add anything to my life but it is important to me that you know that

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[simeons-hips]

demon brothers kink swap collab interest check !!

i’ve been thinking about this for a bit now, and i wana see if i can turn this idea into a collab !

the prompt is to write a not sfw scene but all the brothers commonly written tropes are shuffled amongst themselves.

example: luci fic includes somnophilia, satan fic includes mirror sex, etc.

i would assign each brother another brother’s commonly associated links and then assign each brother + tropes to 6 other writers.

if i could get 7 writers to do each of the brothers, then i instead want to make alternate versions so that every one of those fics have a female and male MC version.

if not, i’d write for a brother and have the mc be gender neutral for all fics.

if anyone’s interested, in writing or in seeing this collab happen pls let me know either in the notes here, my messages, or my ask if you’d like to remain anonymous.

feel free to tag writers you think would be interested as well !

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[the-demonus-aunt]

I added two fluffier chapters to my ongoing #obeyme fic after all the angst last week. 

Hope you enjoy Soft!Lucifer! 🖤

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[angxlofvenus]

hi, hi, hi! could I request the brothers + diavolo during a meeting together when their s/o (the mc) starts to doze off and then suddenly faint? Turns out, the MC forgot to drink water that day-

That happened to mr a few days ago, it wasn't fun - so here's a reminder for you to drink some water too :')

Thank you so much for the request!!! I am so so sorry to hear that happened, I hope you're doing better <3 If anything in this post seems insensitive please let me know! Have a wonderful rest of your day/night

Genre: Mostly fluff, Some Hurt/Comfort Ship: Demon Brother+Diavolo x reader (individual) TW: Minimal cussing, mentions of fainting, mass panic, yelling, second person pov for reader (If I missed anything please tell me!!)

When You Faint

You watched as the clock slowly ticked by the minutes as the Demons around you spoke amongst themselves, Your talking had slowly come to a stop as the room started to spin, Some of the men looked at you strangely but nobody expected you to fall out of your chair and onto the council room floor...

Lucifer

He's immediately up out of his chair

Oh lord, he’s now fully in mother mode-

Barking orders at everyone, Yes this includes Dia

As soon as he gets over to you his wings are out, shielding you from everyone else

Once you come to, He isn’t letting you out of his sight

And once he finds out you fainted because of dehydration? 

He would so buy you one of those big ass waterbottles 

One of these mfs

Mammon

Freaking out pt. 1

Definitely hootin’ and hollering

He is indeed making a scene

Won’t really be on you until after you wake up because he knows Lucifer and Diavolo can do more for you then he can

After you have awoken though? He isn’t letting you out of his sight

You don’t have to worry about remembering to drink water, He’s there to remind you now!

Humans are such fragile creatures and now that he's seen that firsthand, He will barely let you do anything

He will make sure you are healthy whether you like it or not dammit

Levi

Freaks out pt. 2

Somehow freaking out even more then Mammon

He doesn’t know what to do! He leaves his room one time and this is what happens!

Will kind of just stand there in shock as everyone erupts into chaos

He isn’t the best example of someone who looks after their body lets be honest

But when ya’ll are gaming You’ll start to see some more healthy options popping up in the mix of chips and soda

He will beat himself up over not noticing, Please comfort this man before he decides you resent him

He won’t ever really bring it up but rest assured, It will never happen again

Satan

Would also run to your aid

He has read a lot of medical books in his time, He knows what to do

Would take you to a doctor afterwards, just in case

Kind of beats himself up for being unaware of your condition

I don’t think he’d freak out as badly after the incident, He knows it was probably a one time thing

Will bring up in conversation casually if you’ve eaten and drank water today, just to be sure

Asmo

Screams

Freaks out pt. 3

Yelling at Lucifer/Satan to do something!

Will be all over you as soon as you’re awake

Don’t scare him like that! 

Will get extra pouty when he learns why you passed out

Has Ya’lls self-care sessions meant nothing to you?!

No more of that, not on his watch

He will offer you water at random times throughout the day

Studying? Water! Watching Tv? Water! Sleeping? Water! no, no, Beauty sleep is important

Beel

Doesn’t knows what's happening, Why are you on the floor?

Will stand on the sidelines concerningly as he watches Lucifer take over, He trusts his brother to help you

Will also feel immense guilt he didn’t see the signs, He just wants to keep everyone safe 🙁

When he thinks Ya’ll are doing something too straining for a human, He’ll stop to ask if you’re okay/ need a break

Will start carrying around a water bottle specifically for you 

Belphie

He totally wasn’t sleeping when it happened, nope

Woke up to his brothers and the Prince of the Devildom freaking out around you

I don’t think he’d really get too involved with helping since he doesn’t actually know wtf just happened

If you don’t immediately perk back up, He’s gonna cuss out Lucifer and maybe try to fight him

Gets a little snappy at everyone (except you ofc) after the incident

He even started to set alarms on your DDD as reminders to drink water

Will tease you just a teeny bit, But you can tell how worried the entire thing actually makes him

Diavolo

Was over to you in record time

Commands everyone to step back from you while he calls Barbatos and a royal doctor

You will be given the best treatment don't worry

He thinks he's being very sneaky about making you drink more water He is so obvious about it, it hurts

You will definitely notice how Barbatos now almost immediately refills your glass as soon as it’s half full

Another one to openly ask if you’ve drank enough water that day

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[creepyashy]

𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖..

my dear smut writers, are you running out of ideas or getting no requests? poor thing, heres a list to help!

“if you wanna cum so badly then get off on my shoe/thigh.”

overstimulating after (character or reader) came without permission

picking wildflowers and accidentally grabbing an aphrodisiac flower

artist painting their muse, who is tied up with vibrators running on them

yandere/obsessive character coming through their darling’s window after hearing them touch theirself

doctor experimenting on their patient with multiple toys and restraints

(this one is for dark content) yandere carving their name in their darling out of jealousy

playing games and streaming and trying to be quiet while somethings happening under the desk

faking an orgasm turns into overstimulating and dumbification

these were all off the top of my head but i hope you find them useful!

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[diavolosboobies]

The real problem in the obey me fandom is the active erasure of every dateable being canonically homosexual in some way. Like how are you homophobic but you play a game where the character you play doesn't even have a gender? Pick a struggle tbh

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #anti mammon club #im just mad there are no diavolo x male reader smut fics that arent piss kinks #there were 3 vomit eating ones too #ao3 is truly a place #more male reader

[cosmicstarlatte]

Devil-Mart ⭐ (Obey Me!)

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You got hired at mega retailer, Devil-Mart⭐. Naturally, the guys "suddenly" need a job too and start working alongside you.

»Characters: Demon Bros + Bonus Dia and Barb

»Tags: Humor, Bulleted Style fic, Gender Neutral Reader/MC

»Notes: How about shopping with them?-> [Devil-Mart: Shopping]

Lucifer:

"...Mammon put us in debt this month."

Was worried you'd be bullied (or eaten) surrounded by demons/other monsters

Is that coworker who acts like a boss

Actually does make it to management within the first week

The customer isn't always right. He's the manager to call for rude customers

Actually likes stocking, finds neat aisles soothing

The home improvement dept is his favorite

Frequently makes sure you take all your breaks

Doubles as store security if needed

Mammon:

"I just needed extra cash alright?"

Was worried you'd fall for some other demon

Failed in all departments except online orders (he's very fast!)

Bags for orders would occasionally go missing

Took extra long breaks but Lucifer caught on and wrote him up

Would try to frequently visit you in your department

Started fights with other workers who were busier staring at you than their work

"They're not meat, beat it!"

Got fired for trying to steal electronics

Levi:

"Theres a lot of new merch releases coming up soon!"

Didn't want to be the only one left out so he applied...plus you won't see him anymore!

Electronics department ONLY

You won't find him cross trained anywhere else, he refuses

Is actually really good with upselling

Can be aggressive if you don't go with his recommendations

Has received a few complaints for that reason

Tries to match his breaks with you since that's the only time he really gets to see you

Was the one who tattled on Mammon

Satan:

"This is for research."

A lie he almost believes but knows he just wants to be near you

Works the same department as you so you see each other all day

Never put him on registers or customer service

Almost got into a fight on the first day

Retail is rough for him but he does it for you

Complains to Demon Resources about Lucifer daily

Asmo:

"Ugh...a job!? I'm gonna cry. Oh but my fans would love if I relate to them! And your job will be fun with me there!"

Upfront about his reason lol

Refused to do anything except customer service

Just stands back and talks to customers while the coworker alongside him completes any transactions

Makes DevilToks on the clock

Frequently leaves his spot to talk to you and Satan

Gets all the work gossip

Lucifer never catches on

"You know, this isn't so bad! I'm such a good worker right!?"

Gets employee of the month

Beel:

"I don't like the thought of you surrounded by demons alone. This isn't RAD."

Aalajffkslsjda the cutest honest protector

Is cross trained everywhere but

Never put him near grocery ever again

Likes to work with you if he gets the chance

Usually works in the backroom unloading and back stocking things

Has a doctors note that let's him take frequent breaks for eating

His favorite department overall is security because Lucifer gives him extra treats if he prevents high valued thefts

Belphie:

"I'm here because I have things I would like to have."

Is there an extra meaning to that?

Works in the back with Beel usually

Takes frequent naps in hidden areas of the backroom

Pretends to look busy if Lucifer is around

Also complains to Demon Resources about Lucifer daily

Fights with Levi on your breaks because he also wants to spend time with you when he can

Is the reason some coworkers don't approach you

He makes it known to not fuck with you

Diavolo heard you started a new job alongside the brothers! He goes to visit with Barbatos in tow.

Diavolo:

"Can I get a little help here?"

Flirts with you while on the clock. He thinks the red vest on you is cute!

Was wowed by the store in general

(Normally Barbatos does the shopping alone)

Liked sampling the food that was around the store

Was tempted to apply but Barbatos shut it down

Took a photo of Lucifer in his manager clothes

Barbatos:

"Seeing you here will make my shopping trips more enjoyable."

Praises your work

Did have to go to customer service to complain and ran into Asmo

Didn't believe Asmo was gonna clean the restrooms but at least the complaint was taken

Takes a survey and compliments you

Has to fight Dia to get him off the racecar cart

"It's for parents with children my lord."

Returns the cart to the cart corral like an upstanding citizen

My first bulleted story post lol. I had fun with this & hope to make more in the future. <3

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[badperson-8]

Butting In (Part 2) Satan and Asmodeus

Male/AMAB MC finds an intriguing sex toy – a magical fleshlight, which is automatically connected to the body of whoever haunts their sexual fantasies. How will each brother react if MC succumbs to the temptation and uses the device?

amabMC x Satan | amabMC x Asmo

2.7k words | NSFW | Porn without plot | gn!pronouns MC | AO3 link

Content Warnings: Dub-con | Anal Sex | Mentions of Blood and Violence (not during sex)

Part 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

Satan

Satan breathes heavily as he opens his eyes and looks around. There are three unconscious bodies (maybe even corpses) lying at his feet. Their flesh is all torn up, lacking either an arm or a leg. Satan stares at his hands, covered in blood, trying to remember how he got to this point. As the red liquid dries up and loses its pleasant warmth, he recalls what exactly happened.

Satan was on his way to the bookstore to find a book from the Human world MC mentioned earlier, when he heard a strange commotion in the alley nearby. He had some spare time, so he decided to check what was going on. There he found three young demons who were having fun by torturing a cat. The poor creature had multiple wounds all over its body.

The next second, Satan was standing in his demon form with blood on his hands. Well, that certainly explains things. It’s a relief that the reason for his temporary memory loss was rage. It would be unfortunate if he started having memory problems; his brain is an important storage of countless useful pieces of information after all.

Satan ignores the quiet whining of one of the demons - torturers of cats don’t deserve life in his book. It’s much more important to find the wounded kitten. It is known that cats have some mysterious connection to the Devildom, the land itself protects them, granting magical abilities that also include fast regeneration. They are much more vulnerable in the Human world than here, but still. It’s important to check this cat just in case, and maybe carry it to the vet clinic.

Satan takes a few steps further to the alley when he suddenly feels the overwhelming pleasure spreading across his whole body. The demon stops in shock, trying to analyze what provoked this reaction. Definitely not the recent massacre; Satan knows himself well enough to know that while violence satisfies his needs as the Avatar of Wrath, it doesn’t turn him on. Maybe the reason for such a reaction is the fact that it’s a rare occasion when he almost feels like a hero? Sexual arousal has a strong emotional component, after all. Even simple feelings like happiness or excitement can become erotic stimuli under certain circumstances…

The second wave of pleasure feels less overwhelming, because Satan was mentally ready for it. And he got a chance to examine the reaction of his organism more attentively. He notices a pattern, which leads him to believe that the source of these disturbances is…

His own backside. Satan shakes his head, his mind refuses to accept this information. It is indeed a delicate place with lots of nerve endings, but it can’t produce such… reactions on its own, without any stimulation.

Satan frowns and closes his eyes, examining his magical energy. Just as he thought, there are faint traces of the curse on him. The demon growls when he feels how invisible touches slowly move past his anal sphincters and get into his rectum. He has never understood why nature decided to make this particular place so sensitive. And now he has to endure such humiliation because of this. Satan’s pupils become narrow slits as he sinks into pure wrath.  

Satan snarls as he tries to ignore the distracting sensations and concentrate on the source of the curse. He can’t discover the essence of this spell or artifact, but he got something even better: a destination. Satan bares his fangs in something that almost looks like a victorious smile. His demon form makes him fast and efficient, so he jumps as high as he can and digs his claws into the brick wall, climbing up.  

Satan reaches the roof and starts running towards the source of the curse, imagining how he will rip out the intestines of the one who is behind all this. The sudden feeling of something wet inside him makes the demon trip off, but he grabs the side of the building just in time to save himself from a nasty fall. Satan roars, feeling his blood boil from fury. He jumps back on the roof, but this time he gets on all fours and starts sprinting as fast as he can.

The desire to tear apart the fool who dares to do this to him overtakes his brain. Satan can only concentrate on the magical trail and annoying boner that makes the way more difficult and longer than it should be. He doesn’t even realize where he’s sprinting. His eyes no longer see the road, as he feels something hot and heavy pushing past the tightened rings of muscle. Satan can only hear his own heartbeat and the blood pumping in his head as he gets closer to his goal.

Roof. Long jump. Concrete. Porch. Door. Fuck the door. Window. Jump…

The window shatters loudly, scratching the demon, but he couldn’t care less. Satan jumps straight at the target, dropping them on the floor and climbing on top of them. He swings his arm forward, ready to dig his long claws into the flesh…

But as he sees MC’s face, he redirects his hand to the side, scratching the floor right next to their face. They stare at each other in shock, unable to understand what is happening.

Satan silently turns his head around and sees some kind of artifact attached to MC’s hard dick. Even his monstrous face, covered in blood, and sudden attack didn’t kill their arousal. In fact, it seems they’re getting even harder…

Satan immediately looks back at MC, his eyes widening even more. MC just lays under him silently, their brain is completely shut down. Satan also has to gather all his strength to be able to think somewhat rationally. So, they find him… attractive? Even in his demon form? Even when he looks like… this? And it was them the whole time? They are… inside him?

A sudden moan from MC makes Satan almost jump to the ceiling like a scared cat. He only now realizes how fast his body relaxed as soon as he realized that MC was the cause of this… misunderstanding. His muscles stopped violently squeezing MC’s dick, so now the human must experience whole new sensations. Satan’s body feels it as well. Now, when his mind is not against the sudden intrusion, he starts to… enjoy it.

Satan tilts his head in curiosity, examining the human. His pupils slowly dilate as his shiny, green eyes absorb every hint of pleasure on MC’s face. His sharp, spiky tail carefully slides along MC’s body, stopping its tip near the artifact. It slowly wraps around the device, grabbing it tightly. Satan finds himself smirking when he sees the confused reaction of the human beneath him.

His tail gently moves the artifact up, along the hardened dick of MC. His claws uncontrollably rupture the floor near the human’s head as he feels the resumed movement inside. Satan and MC moan synchronically as the tail starts moving the artifact up and down, bringing them both immense pleasure.

Satan feels the human’s hands on his hips. Their trembling fingers attempt to unzip his pants and get to his dick. It takes them several tries, but they prevail in the end. MC starts massaging Satan’s cock, pumping it to the pace of their thrusts into the artifact. The demon growls in approval and satisfaction, quickening the movements on his tail.

The tempo of the pushes becomes intense and uncontrollably rough. Satan doesn’t dare put his hands or lips on the human, fearing to injure them with his sharp claws and fangs. MC doesn’t have such a problem, though, so they use this advantage to tease the mighty demon. Satan grumbles, but it feels too good, so he allows MC to do everything they want.

It doesn’t take long for them to reach their peak. Satan comes on top of his human, shivering with his whole body. He inhales deeply the smell of sex and pleasure that fills the whole room. Satan can’t hold in a soft purr as he settles on top of MC, not intending to get up anytime soon.

…Later that day, when Satan decided to finally release MC, they both visited the infamous alley. Bodies were nowhere to be seen, but they found a completely healthy cat, who ate all the treats they brought. It seems, the Devildom’s magic treats cats even kinder than it’s described in books. And demolishes everyone who tries to disturb the peace, one way or another.

Asmodeus

Today is a big day. Asmo has been chasing this opportunity for several months. He finally became the new face of Goetia Cosmetics. This company primarily specializes in hair products, but after a recent rebranding, they decided to start releasing makeup kits. It was a huge deal ever since they announced it, and every model, influencer, and actor wanted to be the ambassador of the new cosmetic line.

Asmodeus wasn’t so desperate, of course. Well, at least he hid it very well. In truth, he wanted this job just as much as everybody else. It was quite overhyped, true, and he totally understood it. But even MC, who wasn’t very knowledgeable about the fashion world of the Devildom, heard about this advertisement campaign. The second MC mentioned Goetia Cosmetics in a casual conversation with him, Asmodeus knew that he couldn’t let some second-rate model steal the spotlight. Not when MC had their eyes on this campaign.

The only problem was that Goetia Cosmetics didn’t want to hire well-established and popular celebrities. They were looking for a new face, someone fresh and unique. So they dared to refuse Asmo when he graciously offered his services.

But Asmo was in the business for too long to let this little unpleasant episode stop him. So, after a couple of polite, professional meetings and death threats, the company quicklyunderstood how foolish it was to refuse the most beautiful and popular demon in the whole Devildom. They even raised the fee for modeling in their campaign after Asmo semi-publicly assumed that they were looking for a new face purely to pay less to a presumed young and gullible model.

But Asmo is already regretting his decision to join this campaign. Deadlines are always brutal in this sort of business, but this is a new level of incompetence. Asmodeus sighs, checking his look in the mirror one last time. The company managed to do wonders from a marketing standpoint. But when it came to creating the actual material for the campaign, it became clear that the people in charge weren’t ready for a project of such scale. Deadlines were moved and missed multiple times on each stage of the project, and now they’ve reached a critical point. His photos were supposed to be published long ago, but they didn’t even start shooting them.

So now, it seems like the whole photoshoot will last for only one day. Asmo has no right to make a single mistake, he can’t feel ill or tired. He needs to deal with it like always, professionally.

Even if he feels suspiciously pleasant sensations in the area of his butthole. Asmo sighs once again, not sure if he should be pissed off or happy. MC chose literally the worst time to find the little present Asmo left for them. Asmodeus thought that it would make for a thrilling little game. He had no doubts about who would be in MC’s sexual fantasies. So he waited. And waited. And waited. But MC took their sweet time.

Okay, Asmodeus didn’t explain what this device was made for, and he simply left it in MC’s bedroom as a surprise. Maybe he chose a not so obvious spot, but still. MC should’ve figured out what this thing does long ago. And they finally did it. Fantastic.

“Mr. Asmodeus, sir. We’re starting in five minutes. Are you ready?” A little, round demon with impressive horns squeaks at Asmo, trembling slightly.

“Yes.” Asmo simply responds, wincing as MC’s fingers gently penetrate his hole. The little demon decides that Mr. Asmodeus doesn’t want to be disturbed, so they quickly run away.

Asmo examines his face in the mirror, wondering whether he’ll manage to hide his growing erection and unavoidable moans, sitting under the spotlight in front of several cameras. He’s quite good at being sneaky and masking naughty activities in public. But this is too public for his liking.

MC’s fingers gently play with his hole and move deeper, no doubt feeling Asmo’s warmth inside the artifact. They’re taking their sweet time again; they clearly don’t intend to finish in the next five minutes. Such delicious torture. Asmo smiles softly, teasingly squeezing the fingers with his muscles…

“Mr. Asmodeus, sir! We’re ready to start!” The same round demon returns, interrupting Asmo’s thoughts. Have five minutes already passed? Preposterous. So he was glued to the mirror this whole time, lost in the sensations from MC’s skilled fingers. A new wave of rumors about Asmo’s narcissism will certainly start after this, but he couldn’t care less.

Asmo straightens up and pridefully walks towards the chair on which he’ll spend the next several hours. At least he doesn’t have to advertise clothes, only the makeup on his face. He crosses his legs and casually places his hands in the area of his groin, attempting to hide his quite visible erection.

A lovely makeup artist runs towards him, fixing the last minor details on his face before the photoshoot starts. This is the exact moment MC chooses to apply some lube inside the artifact, making Asmo shiver and passionately breathe out on the verge of a moan right into the makeup artist’s face. Needless to say, the artist runs away immediately, blushing and stumbling. Well, at least the whole predicament is entertaining. But Asmo needs to control himself better to avoid harassment lawsuits.

And MC definitely doesn’t make it easier for him. He feels how their hard dick thrusts inside, going all the way in in one motion. The camera clicks right in front of Asmo’s face, capturing all the little details. The demon clenches his fists, doing his best to maintain a joyful smile, but it’s hard when MC immediately takes the crazy pace and pushes inside him at tremendous speed. Asmo is well aware of how mind-blowing his ass can be. He’s the Avatar of Lust, after all. But he never knew he would wish to be a little less perfect.

Because MC on the other side simply loses their mind, ramming the artifact with all their might. Asmodeus has to utilize every last piece of his acting skills to not show what he actually feels. He desires to spread his legs and take the whole length of MC’s dick, over and over. He wants to milk the damn thing, absorbing every last drop of MC’s cum. He wishes he could whimper and scream from pleasure as loud as he wants.

But he calmly sits on the chair, politely smiling and obediently turning his head 10 degrees to the side, so that the lighting illuminates his features better, just as the photographer wants it. Asmo’s boner leaves prominent wet stains on the fabric of his pants. He can feel it as he tries to stop his legs from shaking.

Asmo feels MC coming inside him, holding in a sigh of relief and smiling more brightly than ever. Finally, he gets a chance to take a break. Maybe he’ll even manage to make the boner go away if he concentrates on the photographer’s large pimple, which shines provokingly on his nose.

But the bright smile instantly disappears, as he feels MC going for the second round. Such stamina is quite admirable, but not in this situation.

“Asmo? What happened?” The photographer worryingly asks, noticing the disappearance of the smile.

“…Nothing. Please, continue.” Asmo smiles once again, bracing himself for a very long photoshoot.

…The campaign was a tremendous success, despite all the little problems during the production period. Asmodeus managed to make a ton of high-quality photos for the ad. But there was one particular picture that was used the most and became the official photo of the whole campaign.

That photo pictured Asmo’s most genuine and happiest smile the world has ever seen. It was the exact moment when, after several hours of sweet torture and several rounds of getting his ass destroyed by MC’s dick, Asmodeus gave up and let himself come right in front of the whole filming crew and a dozen cameras. All while keeping his cheerful smile on. Because that’s what being a professional means.

Part 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

P.S. The art doesn't belong to me, it's an official art from Shall We Date: Obey Me! (The Mysterious Box card)

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[sheepiemc]

your touch (a craving)

part 1: thigh

From the moment he first met you, Diavolo knew you would be his undoing. 

This exchange program was so important to him, to what he knew the Devildom could be, too important to jeopardize for any reason - especially not something as frivolous and fleeting as infatuation. 

And yet here he was, hot under the collar because your clothed thigh was hovering dangerously close to his clothed thigh on your shared bus seat. 

The cacophony of chaos from the other riders couldn't distract him from just how close to him you were sitting. He was hyperfocused on every bump and jostle that caused you to get ever closer to him. 

How did he get to this precarious situation? 

One might say it was his own damn fault. 

Another one of “the prince's whims”, you had shown him (and the rest of the student council) a movie from the human world that featured a school bus transporting students on a field trip so obviously, Diavolo had to experience it for himself. This trip was just for the student council to test how feasible it would be to take all the students at RAD on a field trip. 

There was an argument getting on the bus about who would get to sit next to you and for how long. Lucifer settled the argument when horns and wings and tails came out, determining if they couldn't decide peacefully amongst themselves, no one would get to sit with you. 

So Diavolo watched you at the back of the bus, surrounded on all sides by the Avatars of Sin, without anyone actually sharing the bench with you. Lucifer sat on the bench behind Diavolo, barely contained annoyance masked behind a polite smile. Even Barbados, his most trusted advisor and confidant, sat on the bench across the aisle from the prince, ever-present unreadable smile on his lips. Diavolo clenched his fist in the empty space next to him. 

Facing forward throughout the bus ride, but still hearing the commotion surrounding you, Diavolo imagined what it would be like for him to be just another voice in the crowd. Through the din, he could also hear Lucifer droning about what they would do once they got to their destination, though he wasn't listening very closely. Leave it to the Avatar of Pride to have a plan for everything. 

After a while of this, something compelled him to turn around; a feeling he couldn't quite place. When he looked back over his shoulder, he saw you laughing, hard. Your eyes met his across the many seats between you and you smiled at him so genuinely. His eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, and he felt his heart rate spike. He smiled warmly at you in return then turned back around in his seat. How could something so small make him so giddy, so easily? It was almost laughable. 

At their destination, Diavolo could hardly focus on anything Lucifer was saying as they went around on their tour. It was decided that the logistics of a field trip for the entire student body just weren't adding up (which even Diavolo expected). Still, the trip was a success in his eyes. 

Especially when you approached him on the empty bus and asked if you could sit on the same bench as him for the entire ride back. Of course, you didn't realize how big of a deal what you asked really was. How could you? You didn't know the intricacies and etiquette when it came to interacting with demonic royalty. Still, he was so shocked by your boldness. He couldn't remember if he even said anything, but you smiled that same inviting smile and took the seat next to him - so he must've said yes. 

Now here he was, concentrating so hard on not freaking out every time a bump in the road knocks his and your knees together. Sitting there, so close, he wondered if you would notice if he just… 

"What do you think, Diavolo?" You leaned in closer to him, your thigh now fully touching his, your words just loud enough for only him to hear. His eyes snapped to attention, searching yours. The conversation continued around him but his attention was solely on you. That smile, just as warm as ever, kind eyes inviting him to fall right in and never come out again. 

He blinked and shook his head, laughing to himself. “I must admit, MC. I have no idea about what you all have been discussing this entire time.” Your smile widened and Diavolo had to look away - out of embarrassment or because your smile was just that radiant, he wasn't even sure. 

You didn’t ask why he wasn’t paying attention. Could you see right through him? You explained the discourse and how you felt about it before you started to talk about something else entirely and no one else was on the bus but the two of you. Your thigh was pressed up against his the whole rest of the way back and the vice grip he had on his opposite knee made his hand sore the following day.

[next]

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #i love doing things in parts bc i love to get attention 😌 #originally posted on ao3 #like a few hours ago lmao #if you saw what i originally called it no u didnt #OP #fic

[anon-karasu]

A Welcome Reprieve — Older Brothers Version

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Summary: Mc begins to worry when they notice that the demon brothers are showing signs of stress and exhaustion.

Category: Gen, Hurt/ Comfort, Headcanons

Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Lucifer/Main Character, Main Character/Mammon, Leviathan/Main Character

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Main Character

Additional Tags: no gender specified for MC, unnamed MC, MC is just called MC, Diavolo (mentioned only), Overworked Lucifer, burnt out Lucifer, frustrated Mammon, Self-Deprecating Leviathan, withdrawn Leviathan, Caring MC, Overworked, Burn Out, Exhaustion, Frustration, self doubt, Self depreciation, emotional angst, Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/ Comfort, Self Isolation, withdrawn behaviour, small amounts of fluff I guess?, headcanons/ mini-fics/ ficlets for each brother, older brothers only, No Beta

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39912273

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14100546/1/A-Welcome-Reprieve-Older-Brothers-Version

A Welcome Reprieve — Older Brothers Version

Mc begins to worry when they notice that the demon brothers are showing signs of stress and exhaustion.

Lucifer:

As usual the prideful demon spent every waking moment dealing with problems that had been caused by his unruly brothers or burying himself in his work until he finally hit his limit and succumbed to exhaustion — unsurprisingly, Lucifer is an extremely overworked demon. 

When Lucifer wasn’t dealing with the tedious shenanigans of his brothers or cooped up in his office until the early hours of the morning, he could be found at Diavolo’s side — whether he was helping with the planning of RAD festivals or simply discussing current events and the exchange program, there doesn’t seem to be a time when Lucifer’s brain isn’t ticking. 

So it was only a matter of time before his workload caught up with him, right?

It was late at night and you were just heading back to your bedroom after fetching a glass of water from the kitchen when you noticed that the lights were still on in Lucifer’s study. 

After all this time in the Devildom, you were familiar with Lucifer’s busy schedule but you noticed that the eldest brother had been spending more and more time working lately so you decided to poke your head through the door and check up on him.

You were surprised to find that Lucifer had crossed his arms on top of the paperwork on his desk and was resting his head on top of his arms with his eyes closed and his hair fell into his face while he held his pen loosely in his hands — you weren't sure at first but the slow, steady rise and fall of Lucifer’s shoulders confirmed your suspicions that the prideful demon had fallen asleep while working at his desk. 

He had the usual signs of burnout; his hair was unkempt — no doubt from the amount of times that he had run a hand through it in frustration or while he was deep in thought, the dark circles beneath his eyes that were accentuated by his pale complexion, and you were certain that you could see where small, red pressure areas had formed on his index and middle fingers of his hand where he had gripped his pen too tightly for too long.

You frown with a pensive expression as you retract from the room and head back to your bedroom, where you place the glass of water in your hand on your bedside table.

After grabbing a soft blanket from the end of your bed, you quickly returned to Lucifer’s study and crossed the room — making sure to be as quiet as possible in your movements so that you didn’t wake the demon. As soon as you were stood next to his sleeping form, you carefully placed the blanket over him. 

Lucifer’s eyes flew open and found you standing over him the instant the blanket touched his shoulders, he quickly lifted his head off of his arms and sat up properly in his chair — he barely noticed the blanket that slipped off of his shoulders and pooled between his lower back and the backrest of his chair, nor did he notice that his pen had fallen out of his slackened grip. 

“Mc?” Lucifer spoke with a voice that was thick with sleep as he swiftly looked you up and down, taking in your nightwear. “What time is it?” 

“It’s late, you should go to bed and get some rest.” You replied. 

“I’m fine,” Lucifer said dismissively as he straightened himself up, fixed the collar of his shirt and massaged his aching hands, “I just needed a little break, I really should get back to work now” he added as he reached for his pen once more. 

He paused for a moment with a thoughtful expression as he met your disapproving stare while the frown on your lips deepened. 

“Though I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to stop for tonight,” he smiled with a weary sigh as he set his pen down again, “I’ve been neglecting you lately, haven't I?” He pushed himself up from his seat and beckoned you towards a pair of comfortable looking armchairs near the fireplace. “Would you mind having a glass of demonus with me before we go to bed, Mc?” He asked as he reached for two glasses and a bottle of dark crimson liquid. 

You watched as Lucifer placed the glasses on the low coffee table between the two armchairs, poured out the demonus and set the bottle down too before you quietly approached him and pulled him into a hug. 

At first you felt Lucifer stiffen in your embrace, but he slowly relaxed into your embrace, wrapped his arms around you to return the hug, pulled you closer and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before he rested his chin on top of your head with a low chuckle. 

“I don’t feel so tired anymore, it seems that spending some time with you is the perfect way to rejuvenate. Would it be selfish of me to ask you to stay with me, just for tonight?”

Mammon:

Despite being a demons with a lot of stamina, Mammon can become worn out and fed up too — whether it be physical exhaustion from chasing after his younger brothers to keep them out of trouble, running away from Lucifer’s punishments and working long hours to pay off his debts or emotional exhaustion from the toll of snarky comments and being the brunt of all jokes from his brothers, there was only so much that Mammon could handle before he hit a breaking point. 

It was at these times that Mammon’s smile never quite reached his eyes and his mischievous demeanour became incredibly subdued — you quickly noticed that Mammon went from being one of the loudest demons in the room to very quiet and, at times, become blunt or dismissive in his responses. 

So it came as no surprise to you when you were stretched across the sofa in the common room at the House of Lamentation with one of Levi’s manga one day only to have Mammon walk in without noticing that you were there and let out a frustrated sigh as he began to pace around the room and run his hands through his hair with a tense expression — letting out murmured swear words under his breath.

“Stupid grades… stupid witches… stupid Lucifer… ‘s not my fault I can’t do nothing right…” he muttered bitterly, “... ‘s not my fault I ain’t perfect…” 

You were about to clear your throat in an attempt to subtly warn Mammon of your presence, but he quickly spotted you when he pivoted on the spot to walk the length of the common room and froze in his tracks.

You could see the cogs whirring in his head as he tried to work out how long exactly you had been there as he stared at you with a strained expression while you offered the avatar of greed a small, sympathetic smile.

A smile that slowly slid off of your face as Mammon quickly shifted his gaze towards the floor to hide his face.

“How much did ya hear?”

You hesitated for a moment as you studied the demon in front of you and carefully contemplated your answer.

“Only as much as you wanted me to hear,” you finally replied.

“Thanks.” Mammon gave a small, appreciative nod.

You swung your legs off of the sofa, set the manga down on the table in front of the sofa and gave the seat next to you a pat as you stared at Mammon expectantly until he complied with your silent invitation and perched himself on the edge of the sofa with his eyes trained on the floor and the same troublesome expression on his face.

“Are you in trouble again?” You asked in an attempt to get the avatar of greed to open up.

“It’s nothin’ I’m not already used to,” he shrugged dismissively.

A few moments of silence passed between you as you decided not to push the matter.

You gave the shoulder of his jacket a tug and let the demon’s head fall into your lap and rest on your thighs.

“H-hey, whaddya think you’re—!” 

Mammon quickly fell quiet as you gently combed your fingers through his hair and met his gaze with a kind smile.

You watched Mammon’s cheeks turn red and his eyes flutter closed at your touch, and before long you felt the tension begin to leave Mammon’s body as he slowly made himself more comfortable with a content sigh.

“You’ve got some nerve, human. Do you know that?” Mammon murmured.

A smile tugged at Mammon’s lips as he leaned into your touch and the frustrated Mammon from before suddenly seemed like a distant memory, but the smile was short lived as Mammon stared up at you with a crestfallen look on his face.

“Why have ya always gotta be so nice to me? I ain’t as smart or great as my brothers, y’know.”

You felt a pang in your chest and your hand faltered in its movement at his words.

“Because you’re my great Mammon,” you replied simply, “you’re perfect just the way you are.” 

Mammon’s blush deepened and his eyes widened at your words before he turned his head to avert his eyes from yours, but you still caught that smile that spread across his face this time.

“So… uh… can we stay like this for a little while longer?” Mammon asked.

“We can stay like this for as long as you like,” you said with a chuckle as you resumed combing your fingers through his hair.

Mammon entwined his fingers with yours of free hand, brought your interlocked hands to rest on his chest while he maintained his smile and closed his eyes to your touch once more.

Leviathan:

For a poor, shut-in otaku like Levi, it really doesn’t take too much to drain his social battery and it’s not unusual for Levi to shut himself away in his bedroom — even for days at a time sometimes  — what wasn’t normal was for Levi to completely ignore multiple group chat messages and invites to join in with games nights with his brothers or his favourite human exchange student.

He eventually began to miss classes at RAD and student council meetings, and your concern deepened when you had tried to reach out to the avatar of envy yourself through private messages but often found your messages left unread.

You decided to take more direct actions and soon found yourself standing in front of Levi’s bedroom door.

You gave the door a gentle knock before you cleared your throat and began to recite the phrase you so often used to gain permission into the third-born’s room.

“The second lord…”

You waited for a few moments and listened carefully to see if Levi would respond.

“... attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption’s platypus, which could lay golden eggs…” you continued, “... having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed, it was ordered that the second lord would forever be dubbed ‘The Lord of Fools’.” 

An uneasy feeling came over you as you finished the phrase but was still met with silence.

You pushed the handle down and Levi’s bedroom opened a fraction before you peered inside only to be met by dimmed shades of blue and purple lights that emitted from the decorative jellyfish that hung from the ceiling, and the glow of a small console screen that barely illuminated a hunched figure who was shrouded in a blanket and sitting in the bathtub in the centre of the room.

“Levi?” You called out in an uncertain voice as you pushed the door further open and stepped into the room as you kept your eyes trained on the shrouded figure.

The muffled sound of rustling fabric and you could just make out the demon’s face in the dull lighting as Levi turned to face you, lifting a cushioned ear cup from one of his ears and pausing his video game as he did so.

“Oh, it’s you Mc,” Levi said as he pulled the headphones down to let them hang around his neck instead before he turned his attention back towards his video game, “did you need something?”

“Nothing in particular,” you replied as you let the door close behind you and stepped further into the room, accidentally knocking something over with your foot and giving a startled jump when the object clattered against the floor.

If you wondered how Levi had managed to sustain himself while he had been cooped up in his room, the numerous wrappers and empty drinks cans that littered the surface and floor around his glass table answered your question. You stopped down to pick up the empty can that you had knocked over, placing it precariously amongst the rest of the clutter on the table before you spoke up to address Levi again.

“I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay,” you said, “we haven’t seen you for a while, everyone’s worried about you.”

“Who would bother worrying about a yucky otaku like me?” He grumbled bitterly as he began to press the buttons of his console more forcefully. 

It wasn’t long before his screen faded to black and the avatar of envy drew the blanket that was draped around his shoulders closer to himself and over his head like a hood before he slumped back in the bathtub with an irritable sigh and let the handheld console fall into his lap where you caught a glimpse of the ‘you died’ message that was now displayed in red words across the screen.

“You shouldn’t have to waste your time on a worthless nobody, I’ll only drag you down too so I’m better off alone.”

Levi’s voice was slightly muffled by the blanket, but you quickly picked up on the change in his tone from bitter and blunt to quiet and dispirited.

You cast your eyes around Levi’s bedroom in hopes of finding something that might lift his mood when your gaze finally found a set of familiar leather bound books resting on the bookshelf slightly apart from the collections of manga.

You soon found your body moving by instinct as you stepped closer to the bathtub, perched yourself on the edge and pulled Levi towards you into a hug.

“Henry is a sworn friend of the Lord of Shadows.” 

You felt the demon give a small jolt at your words.

“Mc…?” 

“I don’t spend time with you because I have to, I spend time with you because I want to,” you said in a firm voice as you broke apart from your embrace and leant back to meet Levi’s gaze, “when the Lord of Shadows is feeling down, Henry is always there to encourage him, right? So that’s what I want to do too.” 

You began to worry that your words had been a bit too much for the poor otaku when Levi continued to stare at you as a deep blush crept across his face.

“You… you really mean it?” Levi asked in a murmured voice.

“Of course I do,” you nodded and offered him a sincere smile.

You inwardly heaved a sigh of relief when Levi shuffled forward and rested his head on the side of your abdomen as his arms snaked around your waist while you patted the top of his head.

#obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me! ao3 #obey me ao3 #obey me fanfic #obey me! headcanons #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date

[scarletevening]

glances [ barbatos ]

cw: suggestive/flirty, fluff foul language, v informal, fem! reader bring back the obey me fandom fr

Barbatos loves, and i mean loves, to tease. to everyone else, he seems so put together, like a statue with a perfectly graceful smile, but every time he catches you in a quiet hallway at RAD, that fool-proof smile breaks with a phrase you never expected to hear from one who's supposed to be subservient.

he loves, adores, lives, for the way your eyes flutter away as you cough, trying recover from your flustered state. he loves the way you grin and laugh, the way your eyes meet his in a cheeky smirk as you bump your hip against him.

but barbatos' favorite thing, as much as he loves those other moments, is when you tease him back. when you brush his hair 'back into place' even though its never been out of place. when you pout and tilt your head up at him. when you press into his side, the feeling of your breasts against his arm sending a shiver down his spine. when you whisper words that'll keep you out of hell in the same hallway he did.'

even though he may be a devil, a demon, a cursed being, he will never be able to think any sin of the way you try [ and struggle ] to help him as he bakes. or when you bother him every evening [ he gave in ] to give him a message [ he's a fucking demon he doesn't need it lmao ]. he can't help but enjoy your company as you sip and sit in silence, tapping his shoulder shyly when you asked for help on your homework.

he loves the way you slowly learn to look past his smile, the eyes are the windows to the soul, right?

directory

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[natimiles]

Not fair! (Leviathan x reader)

Summary: Alone in your room, you use a quiet afternoon to do some personal errands. It’s a lot faster when there aren't demons trying to get your attention. So you go to Levi’s room for some quality time.

Words: 1207

Tags: teasing, but sfw. Romance, fluffy, established relationship; no pronouns for reader.

Crossposted on AO3.

You’re alone in your room and the house is strangely quiet for a Saturday. It’s usually so noisy that you can't even hear your own thoughts, but not this time. You know Lucifer’s at the castle, probably working again; Satan should be reading at that new cat cafe; the twins are at Purgatory Hall, because Beel overheard Luke saying that he wanted to bake a new recipe and invited himself to taste test — and Belphie tagged along because he said the sofa there is really comfy for afternoon naps; and Mammon and Asmo had a photoshoot together. Levi’s the only demon in his room, probably busy watching anime or playing that new game he bought. 

So you decide to use all that free and silent time to do some personal errands, like organize the closet and do homework. But it’s a lot faster to do everything you want when there aren't demons trying to get your attention or fighting each other in the hallway or breaking into your room to hide from a very angry Lucifer — who punished you as an accomplice for hiding the fugitive, even though you had no idea what was happening.

“And now what?” you think loudly while scanning your room. 

Sighing, you throw yourself on your bed and reach for you D.D.D. on the nightstand. There’s a notification from Devilflix that catches your attention: the premiere of the final season of your favorite series! You made Levi watch every episode with you a while ago and he kinda liked it. He even said that he wants to watch it with you when the new season is released. You check your messages but there’s nothing new. If he hasn’t texted you, it means he hasn’t even seen the notification yet. 

You head to the kitchen, grab a few snacks and make a beeline to Levi’s room. 

"Leeevi! Open up, please!” His door is always locked, so he made up this special secret knock just for you. It also serves as a password: whenever you needed to go there, you just had to knock at the rhythm he taught you, and the door would unlock. At first, he was startled every time you did it, but now he was so used to you entering his room whenever you wanted that he couldn’t help but frown in confusion when he heard a series of bangs on his door and your voice calling out for him. “My hands are full and, apparently, my feet can’t knock.”

"Oh!" he exclaims and, with a flick of his wrist, he opens the door. "Why didn’t you text me or something?"

“Sorry, I didn’t really think…” You kick the door closed and place the snacks by the beanbags beside him. Levi’s playing a video game and is trying to look at you, but looks like he’s in a very important part of the game. You bite your lip nervously. “Are you too busy right now?”

“No, no! It’s just that I could help you with all that if you texted me.” He senses you're a bit agitated but can't quite pin down the reason. His guts tell him that something's off, but at the same time, he's aware it might just be his own anxiety acting up. “Is everything ok?”

"All good." You kneel down behind him and place your hands on his shoulders. "Finished up all my errands and needed to come see you. Is that alright?”

"O-of course…" He’s been your boyfriend for a while now, but he still blushes when you’re close. It’s endearing.

You smirk and bring your face closer, resting your chin on his left shoulder. He can feel your breath, and it's making him nervous, but he's almost done with this phase and can't risk losing all his progress. He glances at you from the corner of his eye and almost dies when he realizes that you aren't watching him play; you’re staring at him.

“W-what is it?”

“Nothing.” You smile. Oh, you little devil. He senses your gaze tracing over him. His hands tremble, and he has to be careful not to press the wrong button. “I just wanted to come here. Like really wanted.” You move your hands down his elbows, applying just the right amount of pressure, then up his shoulder again, and he feels goosebumps all over his body.

“Ok…” He manages to say after a few seconds of silence. “I’m… I’m almost done here.”

You hum in agreement in his ear and his entire face blushes. You adore seeing Levi like this; sometimes, he flushes all the way up his ears, and it's such a lovely sight.

“Just be as quick as possible.” You begin massaging him, just the way you know he loves. You feel his body tense up and then melt beneath your fingers. “I need you.” You whisper in his ear and he’s tense again.

"I… I…" He's trying to say something while attempting to finish this stupid game soon. Why is this part so long? It feels like decades!

"Like a miracle, the 'save' message appears on the screen, signaling that it’s safe to turn off the game.

"Finally!" You move to his right side, letting your hands slide down his body. You bring your face closer and plant a quick kiss on his cheek, enough to make Levi feel like his whole body is set on fire.

"M-MC..." He takes a deep, shaky breath.

"We can finally do what I planned..." You lean over Levi and place your right hand on the floor in front of his body. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears, holding his breath. But as swiftly as your body approaches, it begins to move away, leaving him utterly confused. You raise your hand and reveal the TV remote you picked up from the floor, a smile spreading across your face. "The last season of my favorite series premiered a few hours ago. You said you wanted to watch it with me!"

"Wait, what?" He's astonished, to say the least. You're already searching for the series on Devilflix, wearing the worst evil smile on your face. He hates it when you tease him. "Did you... Was it..."

“I’m sorry, Levi, but you are soooo much fun to tease.” You laugh and he pouts.

"It's not fair, MC! I-it's not fair at all!" He grimaces and crosses his arms, though he's clearly not mad, just embarrassed.

"I'll make it up to you. Come here." You pat your lap invitingly.

“You bet you will.” He falls backward into your lap, resting his head on your thighs. “You’re so unfair sometimes.”

He's still mumbling his complaints when the series starts, and you silence him by running your fingers through his hair. You notice he's still looking at you, so you lean down and plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I’ll do more for you after we watch at least this episode. I promise.”

He huffs and turns to his side, watching the TV — or at least trying. But he's acutely aware of your fingers still stroking his head and your soft thighs beneath his cheek. He'll have a hard time trying to focus, so you better keep your promise.

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[the-demonus-aunt]

Happy birthday to our favourite demonic grandpa!

To celebrate, here's the first three chapters of my new Luci fanfic:

Lots of fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort, some romantic (and maybe horny) tension.

I hope you like it 😊

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