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notsominx · 2 days
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5:06 AM and I’m thinking of…just the tip.
Like he knows you can take his whole cock if you tried. Though he can’t help but feel a bit guilty hearing your small whines of “It’s…too big..mm..I c-can’t.”
“Yes you can..you’re being so good for me. Just a bit more.” He mumbles pushing more of his mushroom tip into your tight cunt.
Your insides fluttered and squeezes around his tip, denying him to go any further. He lets out a groan of how good you feel. Slowly he starts thrusting, only fucking you with his tip.
Sooner you’ll have to adjust to his size, but for now, fucking with just the tip is fine.
A/N: This was just a rant since this been on my mindddd, Needa write this better whenever I can.
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slutifer · 3 days
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Solomon: mc isn’t feeling well, so how ‘bout i take over their cooking duty tonight?
Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat
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tsukii0002 · 3 days
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Back to the present time after the events of nightbringer.
Solomon: Mc cooked for me every day, *blushing* we looked like a newlywed couple.
The brothers: *looking at Mc with disbelief*
Mc: What? we lived together, either I cooked or I died of food intoxication.
Mammon: Oh well- What do you mean living together?
Solomon: Te he, tremendous lovebirds we are.
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devildomwriter · 1 day
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I love Diavolo’s being darkest, since he’s the future demon king.
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savemebeel · 2 days
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Happy Devil Day to the lovely side characters!! 💖💖💖
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(Art belongs to Solmare & has been edited by me)
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neverletbrocookagain · 21 hours
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Sleeping kittybarb, don't wake him up!
Alternative colors under the cut.
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While I was about to finish, I realized his hair turned more to a bluish tone, so I tried to experiment with the colors.
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(OM!) MC
- Voted most likely to get kidnapped by a serial killer and then have said serial killer develop stockholm syndrome
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If you didn’t already do it, could you do Lucifer with an s/o who has trouble taking care of themselves simply because of motivation or forgetting to?
My ADHD ass really relates to this… And I'm not 100% sure if it's a good thing XD
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Lucifer would surely get gray hairs because of you.
Even if he understands that getting used to a new environment will take time.
And at first Lucifer would give you time.
But it wouldn't make your situation any easier.
You skip meals, you forget to be on time, your sleep rhythm is non-existent and so on.
He would try to ask what would be the reason for this.
The answer would be simple.
But wouldn't really satisfy him.
You would be too tired to take care of yourself or you simply forgot.
These are the moments when he regrets putting Mammon in charge of you.
This had to be changed.
And luckily you'd have Lucifer by your side.
He would make a schedule with you that you would try to follow.
Lucifer, you would also make sure you ate enough.
He would be strict with you.
But at the same time, it would give you space to get used to the change.
And Lucifer would have your lifestyle changed.
He would care about you a lot.
Although he doesn't always express it verbally.
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l-mint-l · 3 days
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zephyrchama · 15 hours
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Belphegor followed you down the hall as you dragged your suitcase. It wasn’t very big, but it was still heavy and annoying to lug over the thick decorative carpets. Every time one came to an end, the luggage thudded loudly back onto the hardwood floor.
“You sure you have everything? You packed the pillow I gave you?” Belphegor sluggishly matched his pace to yours. Having long legs must be nice.
“Of course, I triple checked.” ”Good. That’s my fifth favorite pillow, so you have to come back and return it, ok?”
You nodded as the suitcase went over another bump. This was your third time going over this exact conversation.
It wasn’t just the youngest, all of the brothers were antsy about your little trip. It was written all over their faces as you arrived at the foyer where they were waiting. Satan and Asmodeus solemnly stood up from the steps they were sitting on. Mammon and Leviathan had a hard time looking at you, their eyes darted all over the walls and ceiling. Beelzebub offered to move your suitcase by the door.
Just one weekend away. That was it. Solomon volunteered to take you back to the human world for a bit. You couldn't let a rare trip home pass by, as who knew when the next opportunity would arise. You could eat some normal food for once and stock up on your favorite human things. Though, your housemates reacted like you were leaving for a year.
“Did you pack everything?” Lucifer asked.
“Of course, I triple checked.” Deja-vu.
“Even the lotion I gave you?” Asmodeus looked so worried. He loosely took hold of your forearm with a tear in his eye. “Don’t forget, the sun is awful this time of year. I’ll never forgive you if you come back looking like a lobster.”
“Asmo, I won’t.” You grinned at his silly concern and leaned in for a hug. Asmodeus did not disappoint.
Everyone else took a step forward, hoping for a hug of their own, as Asmodeus breathed into your ear, “I’ll be waiting.”
“You have my number. If anything goes wrong, call me.” Lucifer sounded so reliable as he placed a hand on your shoulder.
There were half a dozen chimes of “mine, too!” and “same here!”
You’d been away for longer trips. How in the world did these guys survive for so many millennia before you met them? You turned to look at Lucifer, wanting to counter that Devildom phones didn’t even work in the human world, but he probably knew that already.
"Don't talk to strangers," he reminded, "and don't go out alone at night. Some humans are worse than demons." He wrapped his arms around you and wished “safe travels.”
Mammon stepped up next. He forced himself to stare at you, haughtily playing off the sadness he was really feeling. His bottom lip jutted out a little more than usual. “Well! You’ll bring me back a good souvenir, right?”
“Oh? I don’t know, I might not have time…” It was playful banter, yet your words shocked him. Mammon’s eyes widened. He began stammering and gripped your fingers. You quickly performed damage control, “Joking! I’m joking, Mammon. Of course I’ll get you a souvenir.”
The younger siblings piped up, “us too!”
“I’m getting everyone souvenirs, don’t worry!” You already had a few gift ideas in mind.
Mammon put his forehead on your shoulder and a hand on your back that he rubbed. “But mine’ll be the best. I trust ya.”
“Don’t let Solomon give you any food he cooks,” Beelzebub warned. “Actually, don’t let Solomon give you any food. Ever.” He tried to give you a lumpy-looking cloth bag, no doubt filled with homemade treats to take with you. It smelled scrumptious. Only issue was, the bag was half your size.
“Beel, there’s food in the human world. I can’t take all this, why don’t you enjoy it with your brothers?”
Beelzebub frowned, setting aside his present. It tilted under the weight of its own contents. You felt a slight pang of guilt, but how could you carry it all? That much food could last you a week.
He picked you up for his hug, your toes dangling several inches off the floor until he gently set you back down. Belphegor caught you as you regained your footing.
His hug was simple and cozy. He tucked a strand of your hair behind an ear. “Don’t forget about my pillow.”
You suspected that if you ever actually tried to run away, these seven would go to the ends of the three realms to find you.
Satan nudged your luggage, observing the way it slided forward an inch. It was heavy to you, but clearly not them. “That’s really all you’re bringing? Do you have enough clothes?”
“Yes! You helped me pack!” The repetition was really starting to grate on you. Things were never this crazy when one of them had to leave the house for a few days. They wouldn't even care unless somebody went mysteriously unseen for over a week. “You all know I’ve got everything under control. I’ll be back in two days.”
“Hey, how come Satan got to help you pack?” Mammon complained.
“We did too,” Belphegor said, his twin in agreement.
“It was a group effort,” according to Asmodeus.
Mammon crossed his arms. "No way! You let these guys see your underwear?"
Satan ignored them. “Do you want another book for the road?”
“I’ll be fine.” You gave Satan his hug. After letting go, his fingers hovered by your side. “We’re teleporting there anyway. I don’t think there’ll be time to read anything.”
One suspiciously quiet demon in the back stared at the floor. “Two days,” he sighed. Leviathan did a poor job of hiding how upset he was.
“Levi, aren’t you going to say goodbye?”
“Yes!?” His head jerked up, met your gaze, and looked down again.
“I can’t leave until I get a full set of hugs from everyone,” you admitted. “I’m missing a very valuable part of the collection.”
Asmodeus and Mammon readily offered themselves for a second go. Leviathan’s cheeks flushed with envy and he grabbed you a little roughly, squishing his face into your shoulder. “You’ll take lots of pictures? A-and you won’t forget about us?”
You scoffed, “how could I forget about you? We’re bound together by a pact, aren’t we?” As for photos… you didn't know what would be interesting, but it couldn't hurt to take a bunch anyway.
Lucifer cleared his throat, signaling to Leviathan it was time to let go. "I miss you already," he muttered.
The seven of them followed you out of the house and down to the House of Lamentation’s front gate. It was like having a school of fish circling you. You could call it a miracle they weren't following you onto the main road, but if they went that far you knew they'd unreasonably demand Solomon take them along too.
“It’s just one weekend!” you reiterated. “Take care, you guys.”
They peered at you through the fence bars, waving when you glanced over. It was a sad sight, and possible attempt to make you come rushing back. If it was this bad already, you didn't want to think about how they'd act if you were going away for one week.
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mammonsrockstargf · 18 hours
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Lucifer hates priests.
He hates how they blame him for their own shortcomings. Oh, the devil made me do it. As if he had the time to whisper in some simple human's ear? No, man's faults were theirs on their own. Sure, smaller demons might mess about in the human realm, but such inconsequential doings were far below his own level.
He remembers how priests used to praise him long before his fall. Humble Lucifer, beautiful Lucifer, intelligent, powerful, honourable Lucifer. Though those days were long behind him, forgotten in the mud of losing his sister. The priests nowadays had no idea how their predecessors used to worship him. Such things had been lost through time and history. Priests. They knew nothing of what he had to do to get where he was today.
Then you came along. Silly little you, smiling up at him, always staying near despite his various attempts to keep you at bay. As though god himself was laughing him in the face.
"Where are you going?"
Lucifer blinks. He looks behind him, to where you're peering at him from the sofa, curiously eyeing his jacket. "None of your business," Lucifer says. You perch up, resting your arms on the back of the sofa. "Those are your human clothes," you state, eyes trailing down his body. He looks down at himself, although he knows what he's wearing. A pair of dress pants, a dress shirt and a blazer. Human attire. He curses himself.
"Can I come with you?" you ask and Lucifer curses you as well. Normally he'd take you but this is... personal. Bringing you makes him uneasy, despite trying to convince himself that it doesn't. Besides, why do you need to snoop around all the time? Do you really need to know everything he does? He's a demon, for Diavolo's sake, why does he need to cater to your every nee-
His train of thought is interrupted by you rushing past him towards your room. "Wait here, Luci, I'll go get my jacket!" you yell over your shoulder.
Oh, well.
You walk to the seal to the human realm together, your arm intertwined with his. You're chatting animatedly about something and Lucifer carefully listens. Next thing you know, you're pulled through the portal into the human realm.
You’re in the middle of a small road. There are barely any cars or people on the street. No one seems to have noticed the two of you appearing out of thin air. On either side of the road, houses are lined up next to each other. You catch a small diner down the road and there are several American flags in windows and beside houses. In front of you is a church.
The church bells are ringing loudly and the corner of Lucifer's lips turn upwards. "Just in time," he says and pulls you towards the church doors. You stare at him with an open mouth. "Lucifer, this is a church," you say and Lucifer looks down at you.
The church is fairly small and white. It looks quaint, you think.
"Yes, I know that, little lamb," he says and you gape at the building in front of you. "You can enter churches?" you ask and the smile on Lucifer's face widens. "Of course, I can," he states, followed by a low chuckle.
"You mean you don't turn into ashes or that there's an invisible wall at the entrance-" As if to answer your questions, Lucifer pulls the door open. He motions for you to enter and you wordlessly do with him following closely behind. “A lie Christians made up to help themselves sleep better at night.” he leans down to whisper in your ear and a small scoff leaves your lips as you look around the room.
You're inside a small vestibule. On your right are several shelves with hymn books, while on the left is a painting of a naked man lying on the ground with another man by his side helping him.
"Do you know the story?" Lucifer asks. You stare at the painting for a few seconds. "It's the Good Samaritan, right?" you say and Lucifer nods solemnly with his hands clasped behind his back.
“A traveller is robbed of his clothes and left dying by the road. First, a priest comes by who avoids him, then a Levite who also ignores him. Finally, a samaritan comes by and helps the poor traveller.” Lucifer says.
“Some Christians think that the robbers represent sin, while the samaritan represents faith.”
You stare at the painting. “Why are you telling me this?” you ask. You look at Lucifer, only to find his eyes already on you. There’s a certain fondness in them. Then he simply shrugs. “It’s good to know your fables. Let’s go in.”
Lucifer opens the door to the church room and the sound of the organ floods through the doors. No one seems to notice as the two of you slip inside and sit at the very back row, next to the door. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, before Lucifer grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. He sends you a reassuring look and you grip his hand tighter. “I haven’t been to a church in ages,” you mumble.
“Neither have I,” Lucifer says and it somehow makes you let out a small giggle. It’s hard to imagine Lucifer in a church. Ever. Yet here you sit, both looking at the priest.
He stands at the very front in his black gown and white collar. His skin looks pale and sunken in and his lips are chapped. He’s finishing off a prayer. “…forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil” The priest looks up and lets his gaze run over the small gathering of people at the service while saying the words.
Behind him is a giant crucifix, with a very vivid looking Jesus. It sends a deep shiver down your back when you look at the sculpture.
His eyes fall on Lucifer and he somehow pales even more. He stumbles over his words and tugs at his collar. “My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things.” The priest says, the words running off his tongue like water. Your brows furrow and you look at Lucifer, to find him staring back at the priest, eyes a gleaming red. You tug on his hands and he gives your hand a small squeeze, but his eyes doesn’t leave the priest.
“I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more,” The priest is yelling now. The other church-goers begin to mumble amongst themselves looking worriedly at the priest.
“-and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In His name.” Lucifer's smile becomes wider. He still hasn’t looked at you. You get the feeling that you somehow have walked in on something very private between the priest and the demon.
He’s on his knees now, directly under the crucifix. “My God have mercy!” he cries out and you blink at the bizarre outburst. “What on earth…” you mumble. It seems to pull Lucifer out of his trance because his head snaps towards you. “Let’s get out of here. The job is done,” he says and pulls you out of the church by your hand. The doors slam behind you and you stumble to keep up with the demon’s long strides.
“What the fuck was that?” you ask on your way out and slap Lucifer on the shoulder lightly. A hearty laugh leaves Lucifer and he intertwines your arms again.
“What do you mean?” he asks and you roll your eyes begrudgingly. “The whole stare-off with the priest? Why was he so freaked out by you? Rambling all sorts of stuff!” you exclaim while gesturing aggressively with your free hand.
“I was just reminding him of his place, that is all.” You huff out at the lack of clear response and remove your arm from his, quickly walking ahead to express how displeased you are with him.
The fondness in Lucifer's eyes has returned as he watches you walk towards the seal that will return you to the Devildom. Priests. They know nothing of divine beings and godheads. The only divine thing Lucifer has ever met is you.
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a/n: I’ve never been to America but I tried my best. >:D I also live in a protestant country so the only catholic churches I’ve been to are in Spain and Italy but catholic churches are a lot like protestant churches, except everything is turned up a notch so that wasn’t all that hard.
Thank you for reading! You can find my other stuff here.
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𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓?(c)
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koolades-world · 12 hours
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I have a request for an MC who's never been called beautiful or handsome before, so when they're complimented, they ask why and just start to cry. The brothers (plus Dia and Barbatos, if it's not too much to ask, of course) are shocked at their tears and find out that their human had never been complimented before this moment.
Sorry if it's too specific, I had this experience and I cried for way too long, I just want to know how the boys would react.
hi there! yes of course :)
no worries about the specifics and such. so glad someone called you stunning like you are. you and everyone readying this: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL HANDSOME STUNNING GORGEOUS PRETTY!!!!! if nobody has told you that today, know that you are!! you deserve the world :)))
enjoy <3
Mc who cries after being called beautiful/handsome/stunning
Lucifer
right after you had finally taken your last RAD exam, you thought you looked like a mess and you vocalized that
he swooped into to disagree and called you handsome
he’s quick to comfort you when you start to cry because he’s not quite sure why
when he finds out it’s because he called you handsome, he dabs always your tears and makes a mental note to call you good looking more often
Mammon
he called you it kind of in the heat of the moment
but that he didn’t mean it, but he was just so excited! you’d just helped him win a huge bet and made him loads of grim so it slipped out in a long string of compliments
he slows down once he sees you crying, and wipes your tears
he tells you he’d call you beautiful over and over again if you wanted because he really did think you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen
Levi
he really worked himself up to compliment you like this
after all, as a chronic overthinker, he sat for while thinking about the implications and how you might react
once he finally said it after almost chickening out, he totally freaked out after you burst out into tears
the following ten minutes were chaotic to say the least, but in the end he knew it was out of joy
Satan
omg I can literally see him reciting the iconic lines to you from Romeo and Juliet
this man is so extra in subtle ways
you’re gorgeous and he wants to you to know
by the time he’s at the end of his lines, you’re of course a blubbering mess but he’s there for you, ready to melt your heart all over again
Asmo
he often throws around that word comfortable
so, it's only natural he ends up calling you it once or twice
he didn't even realize the way you froze and started to tear up after
eventually he turns around and sees the silent tears rolling down your cheeks with a smile, and pulls you into a hug. he's gonna be calling you that a lot more from now on :)
Beel
he probably says it in passing after you called something or someone else pretty
something along the lines of “you’re pretty too” simple and to the point
he feels several moments of panic until you start to try to reassume him that they’re not bad tears
every time you call something else pretty or something along those lines, he thinks of that moment and says what he said back then with more purpose
Belphie
he for sure tells you while the two of you are our stargazing
out of the blue, he rolls over and tells you you remind him of the brightest, twinkling star and that you shine in the same, brilliant, beautiful way
without looking back at you, he returns to star gazing as you begin to silently sniff
he pulls you into his side, gently smiling and hugging you tight
Diavolo
after getting ready for a party and putting on the finished touches on your outfit, you turned to him to ask how you looked
after he told you you looked incredibly handsome, you couldn’t stop the waterworks from flowing
he’s very afraid at first he said something wrong but after you explain it’s just because you’ve never been called that before, his whole demeanor changes
he personally delivers handwritten notes to you daily during RAD that are just all the things he loves about you in them now <33
Barbatos
when he gives out a compliment, it’s very deliberate
he thinks very carefully about what he wants to say, not because he’s afraid he’ll say something wrong, but because he really wants it to mean something
when he called you and your work pretty along with a few other things, he wasn’t sure how to initially react to your tears
but eventually when you started to hug him, he hugged you back and comforted you. he has the little d’s make a routine or complimenting you too :)
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witheredapple · 2 days
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[On the phone]
Lucifer: What do you want, Satan?
Satan: Lucifer, listen, we may have our differences but I care about you and you deserve to know the truth
Lucifer:
Satan: I don’t know how to tell you this but… Diavolo is cheating on you
Lucifer: What?
Satan: Yeah. I’m at the grocery store right now and he’s here too. And he’s flirting with a succubus and being all touchy with her
Lucifer:
Lucifer: *Staring at Diavolo (who is on top of him)* Is that so?
Satan: Yes! If I were you, I would immediately file for divorce
Lucifer:
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devildomwriter · 3 days
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“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
“…If you want to kiss, why don’t you make the first move huh…? If you’re sad about sayin’ goodbye, then just come out and say…”
— MC and Mammon kiss (Chapter 40-5)
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savemebeel · 3 days
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Lucifer & Diavolo vs a pile of books 📚
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