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tsukii0002 · 21 days
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Satan: *quietly entering Mc's room in the middle of the night*
Mc: *sleeping like a log while hugging a stuffed animal of their own size*
Satan: …
Satan: *with a murderous face picks up the stuffed animal and throws it angrily against the wall*
Mc: *frowning at the lack of the stuffed animal*
Satan: *crawling into their bed and taking the stuffed animal's place*
Mc: *hugging him and smiling*
Satan: *happy angry demon noises*
In the morning
Asmo finds Satan and Mc cuddling while sleeping peacefully in an adorable position.
Asmo: … *taking out his phone and taking a picture* I found Satan, Lucifer!!! He's in Mc's room again!!!!
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onyourowndaisymae · 8 months
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don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...
lucifer // mammon (you are here) // levi // satan // asmo // beel // belphie -- others coming soon, NSFW warning below, gn!reader
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mammon, who falls for you slowly, then all at once. whose taunts and general disregard for your safety lessen after he forms a pact with you. suddenly he's finding excuses to linger in your doorway, to join conversations you're having with beel or levi just to make sure you're not getting too friendly with them. he's greedy with you. watching his brothers mingle with you sparks a strange sense of protectiveness in him he doesn't bother to hide.
mammon, who naturally gravitates towards you. he understands the need for alone time, but more often than not his free days are spent by your side. he still loves the casinos and the parties, but nowadays he's trying to convince you to join or not going at all. poker's not as fun when you're not by his side, breathing onto his neck as you strain to get a peek at his cards. clubs are only worth going to when you'll join him on the dancefloor, hips swaying against his to the music. it's hot. he's addicted and he doesn't even feel guilty.
mammon, who doesn't even realize he's been ignoring his usual friends with benefits arrangements. the people in his phone have been sending their usual late night texts, and he swipes them away on instinct. his eyes glaze over as he scrolls through naughty photos in his messages. what was once enticing now simply seems dull, and he doesn't know why-- or, at least, he won't admit it to himself. he'll head out occasionally to meet a succubus he knows, but the encounters seem less fulfilling nowadays.
mammon, who fucks his fist to the thought of you. sweat drips down his face as his movements grow desperate, pausing to spit into his hand just so he can get lost in the idea of his palm being your hot, tight little hole clenching around his cock. his panting is loud, aimless calls of your name echoing through his room. his hips buck steadily into his clenched fist. all he can think about it what it would feel like to have you under him, bent over the hood of his car, your moans like music to his ears as he fucks you until you can't speak. he imagines the way you'll gasp as he slips inside of you, your whines when he slows his pace to a crawl to feel his cock drag against your walls, the way you'll cry out in pleasure when he slams back into you and fucks you as feverishly as he wants. cum spills all over his fingers and stomach, painting his hot skin white when he finally reaches climax, shaking a little in desperation as he realizes how badly he's craving you.
mammon, who can't get off to the thought of anyone else. every explicit video, homemade or otherwise, is just a cheap imitation of you. he's not above searching for videos with performers that look like you, that do the things he wants to do to you or vice versa. he hangs out in your room on a regular basis only to retreat back to his den hard and aching against his jeans. he satisfies himself night after night with toys and his hands until, finally, the pieces fall into place and you end up underneath him during a movie. he feels dizzy as he slides into you, your soft noises making the moment feel ethereal in the low light. his couch squeaks a little as he thrusts into you, but he can't bring himself to notice anything outside of the way your lips fall open, the way your body squirms under him, the way he will never be able to get off without thinking of this moment again.
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Random narrator: “This is Mc. Mc loves their personal space.”
*Asmo hugging Mc tightly*
Random narrator: “This is Asmo. Asmo also loves Mc’s personal space.”
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momosodapuffs · 2 months
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I get the feeling that when mc tries devildom fruit for the first time the brothers would be like "this one's safe for humans 🙄😁" and then the fruit makes mc trip balls for like 3 hours
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6mmad · 2 years
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inspired by special treatment chat
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Despite how possessive Mammon can be, when it actually comes down to it, he's so laid back? Like, it's always MC's choice. He's so not forceful.
Mammon & Levi are both script writers/directors in the Film Festival Event. Both are tasked with deciding whose love interest MC will be. Levi writes them as his love interest without consulting the others and states that the director's word is law. Mammon doesn't write who the love interest is and instead leaves the script open ended, expecting MC to ad lib it at the end.
In S2, he's the only one that doesn't ask MC to the dance. He very vaguely hints at wanting to go with MC & then waits for them to ask, if they don't take the hint, he drops it & doesn't ask them.
In S2, when he sees MC making the move and kissing Lucifer, he looks upset but doesn't say a word about it. He stays silent and lets them have their moment.
In S2, after he gets cursed and comes, extremely strongly, on to MC he apologizes to them later despite it being in no way his fault
Even when they finally sleep together (in s2) he asks MC to take the lead and tell him what to do.
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the-scythes-pen · 1 month
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Shining Silver (Lucifer x Reader)
Soft lucifer propaganda
"I... ahh... (Y/N) (L/N), being of... a-ah... the three realms..." you squeezed your cunt around his cock; hand moving to cup his cheek and encourage him to look at you, "offer my soul... to the demon before me."
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"Are you sure about this?"
His voice was serene, gentle and full of love and concern. You swore you had never seen his eyes so soft before.
"I'm sure." You said with a soft smile of your own, and Lucifer was swift to capture your lips with his own; his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he pushed them back and down into your abdomen even more- his thick cock parting your slick lips and sheathing itself within you.
Your lips danced in a heated battle; unable to get enough of the other as if you two weren't already intertwined absolutely. Your cunt clenched around his cock, squeezing him to get him to start moving. But he didn't respond, only leaning deeper into your body as if he truly did want to merge as one with you.
It was only when he pulled away from you did he start the slow draw of his hips, setting the pace agonizingly slowly as he forced you to savour every inch of his cock.
His lips reconnected with your jaw, tongue swiping at your flesh before he sucked a little on the spot; moving down to a place high on your neck next and repeating the action. Your hands came up to entangle themselves in his raven-black hair, only moving slightly when you felt the slow but gradual protrusion of scale-y horns emerging on his head. You were quick to stroke them, lovingly running your fingers and palms over both appendages as you felt every nick and smooth scale in detail.
The drag of his cock within your walls was agonizingly delicious; you just wanted him to pound you, to drive you into the bed and make you scream for him over and over- yet this slow, loving pace was so good, you never wanted it to end.
His pace only picked up the further he traveled down your neck, sucking and licking your flesh all the way down until he stopped by the base of your neck. You felt fangs graze your skin- sending a shiver down your entire being. Your body was screaming with need, just wanting him to take the plunge, yet something in the back of your head told you not to submit. To fight it. To fight him.
"Relax." He mumbled into your flesh, pulling away to gaze at you with half lidded eyes. "Your natural instinct will be to run. But I need you to fully submit yourself to me if we are to do this."
You nodded; a jolt of pleasure suddenly running through your core as a soft pair of fingers rubbed over your clit. Your eyes screwed shut momentarily, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. You opened your eyes to give him a sloppy smile.
"I love you, Lucifer." You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Take me."
The thrust of his hips picked up speed, driving into you deliciously as his hand pulled away from your clit, leaving you clawing at his shoulders for the loss of stimulation.
But his hands moved underneath you, and in one swift motion you were easily lifted into the demon's arms; he turned away from his bed and slammed your back into the nearest wall, roughly thrusting himself into your wet cunt as he panted into your neck. Wet slapping sounds filled the room, your juices spilling out onto the floor below.
"Lucifer..." you murmured, "start it."
He took a moment, but he pulled his face away from the crook of your neck, eyes closed and face loose with pleasure. He tightened his jaw, willing himself to open his eyes and hold your shining gaze.
"I, Lucifer Morningstar..." he took a sharp breath, "Avatar of Pride..... ngh..." his thrusts picked up more speed, "Son of the Holy Father..." he gritted his teeth, "offer to join with... ngh... this being before me."
Fuck, you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. And Lucifer was only going faster.
"I... ahh... (Y/N) (L/N), being of... a-ah... the three realms..." you squeezed your cunt around his cock; hand moving to cup his cheek and encourage him to look at you, "offer my soul... to the demon before me."
You could feel magic flare up around the two of you; Lucifer grabbed your hips and stumbled away from the wall, slamming his hips into yours as jet black feathered wings moved to envelop you.
His face buried once more in the crook of your neck, his cock kissing your deepest parts with every ecstasy-laced thrust. You felt his fangs once more graze over your flesh.
Your nails dug into his back, your hips tightening around his waist as he pushed himself into you. And as you felt the coil of pleasure begin to snap, you leaned your body right against his, causing his breath to hitch.
You felt it. The sinking of fangs into your flesh; a stinging pain as your head suddenly felt light. But the pain came on too late to stop your orgasm; and you let out a loud, pleasure filled moan as you came on your lover's cock. Lucifer continued to fuck you through the orgasm to drag it out as long as possible.
It felt heavenly. The pleasure from your cunt and the sensations his cock continued to pump into you seemed to flow through your veins- it seemed to attach itself to every corner of your body as you fell limp in the demons arms, drunk on the pure euphoria of sexual pleasure.
You couldn't feel much else- but you were hyper-aware of the demon's cock inside of you. It felt like your senses were heightened wherever his cock touched you, while your other senses turned off everywhere else. You could feel thick ropes of cum paint your insides; you could feel the drag of his cock as he fucked his cum deeper into you. You could feel every twitch- every pulse of his member as he fucked you through your everlasting orgasm and through his own.
After what felt like an eternity, his face pulled away from your flesh as the thrusting of his hips slowly came to a standstill. He kept his eyes shut; breathing heavy from such a lovely orgasm and the rushing feeling of you inside of him. His wings moved even closer to you as he simply hugged you into his form.
Now that his fangs had been removed from you, your body was starting to come back to itself. You no longer felt every little inch of his cock still sheathed in you; every little drop of cum that soaked your walls and threatened to spill from your puffy lips. Your senses gradually returned to normal, and only now did you become aware of the lighter feeling within you, and the dull pain in your neck.
You kept yourself buried in him; your face in his shoulder and body slumped against him.
You felt weak, but complete. Soft hands moved to stroke your back gently, as if comforting a small child as Lucifer moved backwards towards his bed.
"Come on, love. You need to rest properly."
You mumbled something incoherent into his flesh, causing him to chuckle before prying your koala-like body from his own and placing you onto the soft mattress of his bed.
He was quick to climb in with you, scooping you back into his embrace and placing you on one set of wings, while the other set moved to wrap around you once more.
He held you close, simply steadying his breathing and enjoying the pure warmth your body emitted. His entire being tingled with power; with something new. And while it was a strange feeling indeed, he could proudly say he loved it- because it was you. It was your soul fusing with him. It was the two of you becoming one.
He couldn't help the soft smile that graced his lips at the thought. He couldn't wait for you to come to and feel it yourself.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips against the top of your head, earning a small hum from you as you nuzzled into his chest. His hand idly dragged through your hair, fingers gliding through locks softly and occasionally stopping to rub into your scalp.
He loved you. And now, the two of you had been bound for eternity.
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imk1ra · 2 years
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Y/n, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him
Lucifer: You did WHAT–
Satan: William Snakepeare
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Obey Me Quote#2
Mammon: *nudges MC at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. MC? Wake up, MC! Listen! They're sexless! MC: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.
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etcrow · 2 years
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MC: "I love you, MC" said the evil demon who smashed me to death with a hug
Belphie: I already tell you I am sorry
MC: said the evil hug serial killer
Belphie: *exasperated noises*
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simplyycherry · 9 months
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𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎~s᥆ᥣ᥆m᥆ᥒ һᥱᥲძᥴᥲᥒ᥆ᥒs~〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎
• Solomon has abadoment issues .
• Solomon once made a deal with MC that whatever happened in devildom they would stick together and look out for one another.
• I feel like Solomon had a glitter obsession once bc it would make him and his potions look cooler and more "magical".
• Solomon loves to discuss spells and magical things with you even if you don't understand.
Solomon drinks his coffee bitter.
• Solomon feels like Mc is the only one who understands him and doesn't judge him.
• Solomon often gets jealous of the brothers for having Mc but he doesn't say anything about it.
✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮
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tsukii0002 · 1 month
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I read this chat and couldn't help but think.
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Lucifer is an imperturbable demon, he does not care how many demons die for his bones, how many humans, men and women worship him. He is pride personified, people's desire for him and flattery has no effect.
Ah but despite that, when someone tells him how irresistible he is or how good he looks in such and such a thing, he goes running to Mc to tell them.
"Mc, they say that this suit makes my body slender, that this color looks good on me, what do you think Mc, don't you think so? Don't you find me irresistible?"
Because he doesn't give a shit about everyone else, but his sheep?, ah his sheep, what can he do to keep his little sheep's eyes on him?
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onyourowndaisymae · 5 months
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"is... is that my sweater?"
satan notes the lethargic way you look up from your book, watching heavy eyelids lead a slow blink. whatever dusty tome lies in your hands has clearly lured you halfway to dreamland-- and from the looks of it, your cozy attire and the crackle of the nearby fireplace didn't seem to help much, either.
"huh?"
"are you wearing my sweater?" he asks, softer this time.
you let your head fall down to your own chest. you stare at the familiar green sweater on your body for a few moments before lifting your head.
"huh?" you repeat, too tired to comprehend the question for a long moment. then, "... oh. yeah."
a warm chuckle rumbles in his chest as he comes closer. satan had been looking for his sweater all day-- left only in a black undershirt, because it was more about the principle of finding it than needing it-- but he had been wholly unaware he'd left it in your room earlier that day. he couldn't bring himself to regret it, though. you look quite cozy cuddled up on the library sofa like that, swaddled in a blanket and his scent, lost in some book like a vision from an old painting. how he wishes he'd been a little quieter entering the library-- maybe he could have snapped a photo of you like this for himself.
as your lover, satan knows he should probably escort you to bed for a proper rest. but a selfish part of him wants to bask in this scene longer, to let the storm that rages in him find solace at this little slice of heaven. it's odd for a demon to crave peace like this. you've domesticated him in that way-- like a feral cat off the street finding comfort in a stranger's apartment, you've lulled him into a sense of contentness he didn't think he'd find in this lifetime.
oh, what a wonder you are.
"do you mind a little company?"
you nod, sleepily, yawning through what was intended to be a verbal response, but satan's at your side before you make yourself try again. his hand finds your shoulder and coaxes you to sit up. with a little adjusting, he slides into the space behind you and urges you to lean back into his chest. his legs stay on either side of you-- it's warm, comforting, doing nothing to help you stay awake. but it doesn't seem like satan minds your drowsiness.
his eyes fall to the nearly discarded book in your hands. emerald eyes scan over the words. they're familiar, causing a curious itch in his brain that lingers for a few seconds before his epiphany.
"is this... that book i read last week?"
"mhmm. i wanted--" another yawn, "-- to understand what you were talking about, but... i got sleepy."
he understands now. his sweater on your warm body, the library couch, the low fire nearby-- you're indulging in a small taste of his world.
what did he do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?
"i can read it to you, if you'd like," he murmurs, low and quiet. if you wanted the full experience, he'd give it to you-- complete with a nap in his arms. it's selfish, though. he really just wants an excuse to admire you up close, to lose himself in thought about how much he truly, deeply adores you. sometimes the sensation is so overwhelming that it shows on his face in flushed cheeks and soft eyes-- and that is a little too embarrassing to be caught with by anyone, but especially by you.
when you snuggle into his chest, he begins to read from the top of the page where you left off. it doesn't take long for your breathing to even out, your body to grow still and heavy in his grasp. he slides the bookmark between old pages where you originally left off. satan predicts you'll forget most everything he read to you by the time you wake up.
his mind wanders to the soundtrack of your peaceful breathing. he's grateful for lazy days like this. being able to bask in your presence is a gift. to know that you yourself were creating a similar experience by hiding away in one of his favorite reading spots, well... he's lucky you're asleep, as the flush on his cheeks only grows hotter at the thought.
maybe he'll let you borrow his things more often.
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Diavolo: Next question. You’re into Mc.
Lucifer: That’s not a question.
Diavolo: So you agree, it’s a fact.
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momosodapuffs · 2 months
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do you guys think Lucifer does that parent thing where you'll say something and they repeat it back to you but worse .....
"I'll sweep the floor in a minute Lucifer..."
"I'LL SWEEP YOUR ASS IN A MINUTE!"
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6mmad · 2 years
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you fight and send them to sleep on the couch
(but you get lonely and join him)
lucifer
When was the last time he felt so much dread in his heart?
He's hurt that you'd even suggest such a thing but he doesn't want to argue more, so he stays silent
Lucifer grabs his pillow and goes to the couch without looking back, regretting it embarrassingly quick
He won't admit it, but he can't sleep without being next to you, much less knowing you two fought
He's sitting upright and contemplating until he hears you sneaking around the living room with your blanket
He's a bit flustered at how fast he shot up from his seat to meet you halfway but if you've come to join him then just maybe there's chance to fix things
"Come here, my love. You got lonely? ...I cant say you're the only one. I can't sleep knowing you're upset with me....is that too honest of me?"
mammon
He hates it. Why do you "need space"? He doesn't want space, he wants you!
Grabs his pillow and blanket with a quick "whatever" and scurries out of the room
He's crying, of course he is, but he burrows himself in the couch cushions so that he can stay quiet. What if this is end of your relationship, then what?
Mammon stills when he hears your footsteps, no longer making any movement when he feels you make your way to him
He doesn't move until he feels you slip under his blanket to lay next to him, only them does he peek his head out of the cushions to give you a tight bear hug
"MC, I'm sorry, ok? Im so sorry, let's just.. forget about this. Don't be mad at me anymore..."
levi
Shocked at your request, you're always so patient with him so he knows this is serious
Watches you for a moment to gauge your reaction but when you stand your ground he can't help but tear up
Grabs his stuff and opts to lock himself in his room instead, leaving your room with just an "okay."
Lays in bed and overthinks everything, maybe you were gonna break up with him. Or maybe this is the breakup and you just were being indirect about it or what if-
It takes a few knocks on his door and a small call of "Levi..?" to pull him from his thoughts
Levi recognizes your voice immediately but he feels hesitant to open the door until you properly ask him to please open it
"Please tell me this isn't a breakup, MC"
satan
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't extremely hurt, but he decides to give you space
Gives you a curt nod and let's you stay in his room with all his pillows, goes to the living room empty handed and lays quietly
He decides to just listen to the crackling fireplace to gather his thoughts, not bothering to try with sleep
Keeps sneaking glances at the room to his door, hoping you'll change your mind
To his surprise, his door opens and your eyes meet
"Satan.. I-"
"...Did you get lonely, MC? ..No, I don't care about that stupid argument anymore, it was ridiculous anyway, Just... come here please. I'm sorry"
Refuses to let you go for the rest of the night, worried you'll leave again
asmo
Asmo storms out quickly, he knows it's not like him but he can't stand being looked at with so much heartbreak, especially not from you
Instead of going to the couch he goes to his own room and just cries
He doesn't bother with sleep. He knows he won't be able to so he curls up on his bed instead
It takes him a while to get his composure back but he decides that things can't stay this way, he's not sure what he'll say but you're love is the one he just can't afford to lose
You two bump into each-other in the hallway, him on his way to your room and you to his
You're pulled quickly into his room, of course there's a lot of things you want to say but Asmo just holds you tight, some things being better expressed without words.
beel
"Oh...okay"
Beel wants to discuss more, ask you why you feel the need to push him away but he really doesn't wanna make things worse so he closes the door behind him instead
He sits down in the hallway near your room, you asked him to sleep on the couch but it's too far for his liking, and what if you need him?
Maybe he'd go talk to Belphie but you might not be comfortable with him knowing your relationship problems so he stays put
It's already dusk by the time he nods off to sleep, still sitting
The sounds of your door wake him up and he's surprised to see you looking down at him
"You got lonely?...I was lonely without you too...Please let me back in. Im sorry"
belphie
He looks angry, he looks livid even, but truthfully he's holding back his tears
He wants to say "no" and maybe even confront you for pushing him away but he has half a mind to grab his pillow and leave
He goes to the attic instead, wiping his tears furiously because in all honestly, your pained face was all it took to get his feelings mixed up
Usually he'd sleep quickly, especially in the comfort of his attic bed but he tosses and turns for hours before settling in
Belphie's eyes open groggily and it takes a him a bit of shuffling to realize you're there next to him, holding him tightly in your sleep
"I'm sorry, MC. This whole argument was stupid, I'm so sorry"
He knows you can't hear him in your sleep but he says it regardless, pressing kisses to your head in between
forcefully spoon feeding you angst
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