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Thinking about Lucifer drunk on demonus. He rarely lets himself go this far. But now … now his cheeks are flushed, limbs loose, and his lips even more so. He can’t help himself. The way the alcohol makes him spill over. It’s all too much of the truth the way he praises and begs in turn. How much he loves and admires you, how badly he needs you. The things he wants. And wants. And wants. He betrays his pride with this docile and needy side of him.

He unbuttons another button of his collar, the open neck nearly meeting the loose tie at his chest. His blushing face makes him too warm in the cool room. He’d do anything for you. Anything at all. You can see what you do to him, right? He’ll show you. He’ll show you how much he’s yours and how much further he would fall just to land at your feet.

Despite the demonus he’s aching hard. Leaking in his hand as he slumps against the sofa. He murmurs your name between the whines and whimpers burbling up from his throat. He can only think of you now when he does this. Nothing else is good enough. He’s yours completely and he pleads to just hear his name from your mouth. That’s it. Please. Please. It’s all he wants. Just a tiny thing.

And when you give it to him, whispered low against his ear, he bucks and shudders. His moan is deep, rumbling in his chest as he makes a mess of his trouser leg. Wet and telling. And he cries after. You’re never sure if it’s relief or shame or joy or all of them. But he thanks you like you saved his life.

And tomorrow he’ll pretend to have forgotten. The flush on his tear stained face says he never could.

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Demon #1: Mc is so pretty and cute

Demon #2: I know right, it’s like they’re a angel

Demon #3: man, I wish I could marry them

Mammon: …..honey

Mc: yes?

Mammon: would you break me out of jail for murdering someone???

Mc: yea why???

Mammon: good cause I’m about go to jail right now-

Mc: MAMMON NO!!!!

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prompt: "where did you learn that?"

your first kiss with mephistopheles leaves him stunned in all the right ways.

pairing: mephistopheles x gn!reader

content: nsfw. courtship and kissing. <3

word count: 1k

Mephisto told himself before your first date that he would court you properly, like any demon of his status should. He watched his fellow classmates at RAD tempt you with lazy gestures and pompous declarations that you should give them a chance to woo you. Their sloppy attempts to earn your favour and affections failed, and he secretly enjoyed their dejected expressions. You deserved better, and he knew he would succeed where they did not.

Human nature was so fascinating. There were parts of your personality that he saw in class—your eagerness to learn, your friendly countenance with other students—and he assumed you were simply trying to fit in.

What captivated his interest was your kind-hearted generosity and determination to do what you thought was right, even when the odds were stacked against you. You were much more expressive in the company of demons you trusted, such as Prince Diavolo or Lucifer and his siblings. He felt genuine pride when you eventually included him in that precious circle of demons you learned to trust.

He learns the hidden parts of your personality now that you’re officially dating. You have different smiles, but the sweetest and most enticing is the one you offer him when your eyes meet across the classroom. You’ve always been opinionated, but your fiery passion and stubborn insistence shine when you do homework together and engage in lighthearted debates after school. 

The bashful look on your face when he surprises you with small gifts, or when he insists he pays for your dinner dates, stirs something dark and lustful within him. He can hear your heartbeat quicken in your chest when you tentatively brush your fingers with his before daring to lace your fingers together properly. You bite your lip and try to avoid his gaze, but you can’t hide the way your cheeks dimple from your wide smile.

The shadowy creature that lurks in the most primitive part of his brain urges him to taste your lips and claim your body every chance he has. When he brushes his lips against the back of your hand, or when he presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, your eyes darken with poorly-concealed desires of your own. He knows he could press you against the wall and kiss you breathless, or pull you onto his lap in the backseat of his car and rut against you, but he resists. 

He will take things slow and do things properly, because he believes that’s what you deserve.

Tonight’s date was wonderful, much like any of the others: a fine dinner at your favourite restaurant; a rich, chocolatey dessert split between you; and he escorted you back to the House of Lamentation before any of the brothers could complain about your whereabouts.

You stare at the small package in your hands—a rare Devildom novel you mentioned in passing to him once—and your eyes shine with so many emotions, he can’t track them properly. He wonders if perhaps he miscalculated his choice. Was the gift too extravagant this early in your relationship? He didn’t think so—he didn’t care about the cost, because he knew it was something you wanted.

He glances at this hands while fidgets with his gloves in the heavy silence after. He doesn’t realize how close you are until he looks up again. All he can see are the blurry features of your face, eclipsed by the lust-glazed brilliance of your eyes. You suddenly lean forward and kiss him, and your mouth muffles the surprised noise he makes in the back of his throat. He stumbles slightly from the weight of your chest pressing against his before he regains his balance and steadies you both.

His hands hang awkwardly at his sides—he wants to touch you, but where would be appropriate? He settles them gingerly on your waist, and you whimper your approval and kiss him again.

Your scent envelops him as your warm lips trade heated kisses. Your hands are clenched in the expensive jacket he wears, but he doesn’t give a damn about anything else right now, except for you. You can ruin everything he has, if it means you’ll keep kissing him like this. Your mouth slots so perfectly against his, and there's a hint of chocolatey sweetness from dessert that he chases with his eager mouth.

His chest rumbles beneath your palms, and pleasure shoots through him like a current when you reciprocate with a quiet moan of your own. His hands slide up your back so he can wrap his arms around you. He feels your tongue swipe tentatively across the seam of his mouth and he parts his lips for you. You taste even better this way, and the slick sounds of your kiss are more pronounced now.

All this time he thought he was the greedy one, until your tongue suddenly licks into his mouth and curls around his own. Your kiss is sinful and relentless in your effort to taste and explore him; the dark beast inside him howls with satisfaction at your eagerness to claim him.

He groans when you draw his bottom lip between your teeth and suck, finally releasing him after a playful nip of your teeth. He mirrors the action, kissing your bottom lip gently and letting his fang graze the sensitive skin before he finally breaks the kiss; you pull back from him with a shuddering gasp.

He feels like he could drown in the black, glittering pools of your lust-glazed eyes. He rests his forehead against your own while you both pant heavily into the small gap between you.

“Where—” he falters when his voice cracks, his throat suddenly parched dry, “—where did you learn that?” He’s the demon here, but he feels utterly seduced by you and your wicked ways.

You lick your lips and you seem almost shy now that the passionate daze has faded from your mind. You’re not sure what to say, so you respond the only way you can think of.

“Was it okay?” you ask him nervously. You’re not sure how your kiss compares to the lovers someone like Mephisto might’ve had in the past, but the delighted gleam in his eyes is encouraging.

He doesn't answer, but a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. Your eyes dart to his mouth where a hint of fang peeks through, and he purrs with satisfaction when he notices. His arms tighten around you and he leans forward to kiss you again, eager to show you some tricks of his own.

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OM! Eye HC’s part 3 ft; the (tragically) undatable!

Raphael:

I wanted Raphael to appear stern and war torn. I imagine whilst he used to be a healer (just one with a hobby of combat), post celestial war he’s been forced into the role of a guard or soldier. Though I certainly imagine he prefers healing others over combat. I wanted him to look slightly tired. I personally HC Raphael can’t sleep naturally, he was intended to be a guardian so he’s inherently restless and forced to constantly watch, especially since he’s a Virtue of Diligence. So instead, when the brothers were in the Celestial Realm, Belphagor would use his magic to put Raphael to sleep and give him a break, which is how he developed his bond with the twins. However since Belphie fell, Raphael is now entirely sleepless, as such his eyes look more unfocused and almost glazed over due to exhaustion.

Mephistopheles:

Okay so, Mephisto is one of my favs so I have a lot to say about him. First the basics, I wanted him to come across posh and snobby, so I made it so he doesn’t meet the viewers gaze. I imagine he only makes eye contact and gives his full focus to those he deems worthy (Like Dia and Barb). Now as for the coloured Sclera and glowing eyes. I imagine Mephie isn’t actually of the Devildom, but rather the “Crossroads” the land in between the three realms. (Not to be confused with Thirteen who comes from OUTSIDE the three realms). Mephisto being from this twisted in-between land his demon form is actually a shapeshifting green mist. Much like the devil, Mephistopheles (the actual demon not in OM!) is described as looking almost entirely human save for few fatal flaws in his disguise. I imagine for Mephisto it’s the same, him struggling to maintain a full human form, due to this having a malformed ankle and limp and when he’s not trying to trick humans he allows his eyes to drop the disguise as to lessen the magic toll on his stamina.

Thirteen:

Note I use She/They Pronouns for Thirteen so keep that in mind. I imagine Thirteen is sort of a reptile human. Due to this they can see in the dark, can keep their eyes open underwater without issue, and has great heat sensing capabilities. (I also imagine she has a slit tongue and sharp teeth but that isn’t eye related so-). I picture she has very big eyes with long wispy lashes. I imagine they could easily win a staring comp against anyone (save for Levi and Barb). Also I picture her with a lot of piercings and tattoos, I just imagine she loves decorating her skin and body, being obsessed with body mods of all varieties. Currently her only facial tattoo is a small heart under her eye but she LONGS to get more.

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Ngl I've always wanted to sit on someone's back while they do pushups effortlessly. Make me feel like I'm as light as a feather please 🥺

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H-hey *drops all their obey me fanarts because I wanna make commissions*

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Lucifer: What a wonderful end to a perfect evening.

MC: I agree. I had a lot of fun with you tonight, Lucifer.

Lucifer: I'm glad to hear it. Though perhaps we should continue said "fun" in my room?

MC: That's ok, I'm feeling a bit tired anyway, so I'll head on back.

Lucifer: No, what I meant was we should allow ourselves to get further acquainted...alone...in my room.

MC: Oh, Lucifer, I already spend plenty of time alone with you. No need to get possessive.

Lucifer: That's not what I...look, what I'm saying is I'd like to know you more intimately, preferably without your clothes, if you catch my drift.

MC: Oh, so I see.

Lucifer: Indeed.

MC: ...

Lucifer: ...

MC: ...So are you saying you hate my outfit? Because I tried to go for a more casual look but--

Lucifer: I'M TRYING TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU.

MC: WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?

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Lucifer was trying to focus on doing the papers Diavolo had assigned to him for the night. It was simply impossible. He couldn't focus on anything- not when he could faintly hear the sound of your voice as you sat in the living room with his brothers. He had only recently realized just how much of his mind you were taking up; he saw you every day, and when he didn't he found himself missing you. Whenever he sat in silence, during times like these, he always found his mind drifting off to the familiar vision of you. Your smile, your laugh- anything and everything about you captivated him.

He drew out a long sigh, realizing the long night ahead of him. He'd prepare himself another drink, maybe splash his face with some cold water, and force himself to focus on what needed to be done. He dragged himself out of his office chair and wandered into the kitchen; serving himself a cup of coffee, starting a new batch, and standing in front of the sink to wash his face. The cool water slowly dribbled off his skin, a refreshing sensation that managed to distract him from the sound of approaching footsteps. Before he knew it there you were, handing him a towel with a smile. He hadn't expected you, which was odd considering that he was very aware of your movements, but he took the towel to dry his face with a soft smile and a nod of thanks. You went back to doing what you originally came to the kitchen for, quickly refilling your drink as Lucifer leaned against the counter, watching you. Instead of leaving immediately, however, you paused for a moment to smile at him one last time. And that small action convinced him to indulge himself, just a little.

He quietly spoke up, calling your name to get you to stop in your tracks. As you turned to face the man, you realized he had gotten far closer than anticipated. He took the drink out of your hands, placing it on a nearby ledge, and gently wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You chuckled to yourself, seeing the oldest brother become affectionate was always a funny sight. Yet it was a sight you truly and deeply cherished. The warmth of your body against his had seemed to unwind the mess in his mind a bit, clearing his head. You gave him a brief squeeze with the arms around his torso, and pulled back slightly to look at his face. "Thank you, my dear," he spoke faintly before slipping away and grabbing his cup of coffee once more. He felt that that hug would keep him satiated for long enough to complete his duties. But before he left, he would invite you to join him in his office as soon as you were done with his brothers. You would have to take responsibility for all the time he had lost thinking about you, after all.

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WHI IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS??

In the game it’s kinda hinted, but I’m sure it wa never stated per se

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On the phone

Kidnapper: We have your sister.

Mammon: uh?? All my brothers are boys.

Kidnapper: Then who tf is this weird girl telling us that it's very normie of us to mistake her for a girl??

Mammon: Screaming OH SHIT THEY GOT LEVIATHAN COSPLAYING RURI-CHAN!

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The fact that Barbatos is shorter than Solomon will always be funny to me. Like imagine that on a random thursday, Solomon just put his hand over Barbatos' head and be like "Hey little one" 💀

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okay buddy

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masterlist | more drabbles/hcs

firmly believe that thirteen pours bits of solomon's candle onto mc's every once in a while bc she doesn't wanna lose them (she'll never admit to it though)

solomon knows about this and he doesn't care, he'd give up his immortality for them any day

mc is completely clueless to this and doesn't realize they're aging slower since they spend so much time in the devildom with the brothers

the brothers don't pick up on it either, they don't come into contact with humans outside of solomon on a regular basis and fail to notice

barbatos knows and won't interfere, he'd hate losing them as well, but he's never mentioned it to diavolo and plans to keep it that way

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Even fierce ex-defender of the Celestial Realm is scare of a human Simeon

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Lucifer texting everyone else:

Lucifer texting MC:

He's literally the meme

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100% Can say that I love you more than stewed shadow hog. 🧡

He is too damn cute with the blushies and I just wanna squish the life outta him 😍

Don't think that I hadn't noticed those bedroom eyes