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Seriously what's with MC always landing on top of Satan 😆

SURE lemme sit on your lap mammon 🤭

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Lucifer will pick up his feathers that have fallen out & present them to you as a little present because humans are simple & he knows they love things like that.

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I don't do posts at all but I had a thought about Diabolik Lovers. And I'm not trying to mess up the canon or disrespect/offense Jewish folklore by the way.

So when I was looking up Jewish folklore I heard about Lilith, who is the mother of all demons and Adam's first wife but left because she didn't want to be below him.

What if the reader inserts or your OC was somehow related to Lilith, for example your inserts/OC's family tree has relations with Lilith and maybe she is similar to Yui but in a more bold-ish way. So I was imagining that with my OC and wanted other people input on it. And if anyone can I'd like to see a reader insert in a story or one shot about it with the Diabolik Lovers characters.

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(Lesson 10 spoilers) part two here Content: you have the attic flashback™ when belphie confronts you about being human cw: blood mentions, violence, lesson 16 flashback from OG game

"You mean you lied to us?"

"You were one of them all this time?"

You stood in the coliseum, air cold against your skin as the blood pumped through your veins. Your gaze swept from brother to brother, and each of them shared expressions ranging from surprise and shock to sadness and flickering hope. Well, all of them except for Belphie.

"It's the humans' fault that Lilith died! They're the reason she was punished!" Belphie shouted, balling his fists as he took several steps towards you menacingly.

You tried to open your mouth to explain, but a strange panic had constricted your throat. Suddenly, images began flashing through your mind as you tried to look away, at anyone else but Belphie.

No…no, no, no.

It was like the attic all over again; the sound of manic laughter filled your ears, and a tail closed around your windpipe as claws stapled through your skin. The thick metallic scent of blood and the increasing pressure around your throat overwhelmed your senses...

You're so stupid that I can't help but laugh. Don't blame me for tricking you, blame yourself for falling for it.

A horrified scream spilled out of your lips before you could register it, and you scrambled back away from him, tumbling onto the ground. Diavolo, Mammon and Levi all rushed forward to catch you, but it sent you into a further panic and you tried to hide your head in your arms. The concrete felt warm, just like the wooden floor of the attic had…

"MC!"

A sharp gasp escaped you as reality slammed back against your chest and forced you to focus on the snowy-haired figure now kneeling in front you. You weren't sure when Solomon had arrived, but you were glad he was in front of you, blocking Belphie from your sight. You clung to the sorcerer, hiding from the seething gaze of the Avatar of Sloth; although, the demon had forgotten his anger when you had fallen to the floor.

"Lilith, I c-can't do this," The sound of your labored breathing filled the Coliseum, and everyone fell silent. "I can't help them again, I'm going to die, he's going to k-kill me again and I'm never going to see them again, p-please…" You whimpered, shaking as Solomon held you close.

Belphie's eyes widened as you spoke. His lips parted slightly in shock, "L-Lilith…?"

Lucifer, on the other side, was just as shocked. Whatever interrogation he had been ready to throw at you died in his throat as he watched you, barely coherent in Solomon's grasp. Did you somehow know Lilith? But…that was impossible, there was no way, unless you…

Had Lilith retained her memories as a human and sent you down here to watch over them?

It would've made sense, if it weren't for the fact that you had been Solomon's apprentice for long enough for another explanation to be considered.

Diavolo took a few slow steps towards you, attempting to mediate the situation when your mind began to spiral again at the sight of his arms. Arms, strong enough to snap you in two…

"No…no, no, no, Solomon," you whispered. "It's happening again. I'm going to die. He's going to crush me. I can't b-breath-"

"Shhh MC, it's okay. I'm here now, I won't let anyone hurt you. We'll go somewhere they can't follow, alright? You're safe." Solomon rubbed circles into your back when he felt you start to shake again.

Mammon, Levi and Asmo stood, wide-eyed with anguish painted on their faces as they watched you trembling in the sorcerer's arms. They wanted nothing more than to reach out to you, but stopped when Solomon glared at all of them, particularly Lucifer and Belphie.

Mammon wanted to scoop you up in his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay. He didn't care that you were human, and you must've had your reasons for keeping it a secret. He wanted to shout at Lucifer, about how you were a friend, not an enemy. However, his brother's now forlorn face told him he didn't need to say anything. He wasn't sure what your connection to Lilith was, but it was clear to him that you would never harm his brothers.

Asmo didn't know whether to comfort you or give you space. Every time Belphie got close to you, you sounded so scared, one would've thought the Avatar of Sloth had tried to murder you instead of just having an argument; yes, an argument, that's what it was. You were all just having a heated discussion and everything would resolve itself in a few moments if you just talked it out…

Levi watched you scramble backwards across the floor, as if you had been burned by Belphie's glare. He couldn't process how you were the headstrong, brave, levelheaded attendant, whilst at the same time, the frightened attendant on the floor, reduced to a trembling mess. He was angry at Lucifer for continuing to grill you while you were clearly distraught, but he decided to focus on the fact that you had addressed Lilith in your frenzy. Had their sister asked you to do something while she was still alive?

Beel froze for a few moments before pulling his twin back. The latter let himself be moved without protest or hesitation, but Belphie's gaze was still trained on you and Solomon. Beel felt nothing but shame. You had been so kind to them as their attendant, helping them feel at ease in the Devildom and soothing their fears and worries, and this was how they repaid you? All because you had kept the fact that you were a human a secret?

He understood Belphie's pain, but at the same time, like Mammon had said, it was nothing but a label. What had happened to Lilith hadn't been your fault. But…you knew Lilith. Somehow, that alone reassured him of your good intentions.

Barbatos had the horrible feeling in the back of his mind that he was supposed to know why you were reacting the way you did to the Avatar of Sloth. He couldn't place his thoughts on it, and he could estimate the tragic consequences he'd face if he tried to look into the timelines to find an answer. All he knew was that you were needed here, and that your presence would help the Young Lord in a way that nobody else would be able to accomplish.

Diavolo could feel the lump in his throat growing painful. This had been his fault, hadn't it? If only he had offered you immediate protection at the Castle when he'd found out you were human…he had sensed the sincerity in your voice when you said you wanted to help him, and he wanted to cry out. He could see the understanding in your eyes, as if you saw right through the composed prince's facade and talked to the troubled young boy that was struggling to fix the Devildom. You were…a friend.

Belphie stepped back; his emotions were all over the place, and he wouldn't be able to handle himself if anyone said another word. But one look at Beel's face had silenced whatever vile dialogue he had stewed in his mind for days. He knew that you had not been aware of the Celestial War, nor had you had any involvement with it. But why did you speak of Lilith? Had she been in touch with you? N-no, MC, he wasn't going to kill you! He was…Belphie shuddered at the realization that, if he hadn't been stopped, and if Solomon hadn't interfered, in his misplaced anger he might have actually…

He doesn't want to think about what he might've done.

You had shown him so much kindness, you'd been so understanding, helping him through his emotions; he was going to throw it all down the drain and all because of what? You were a human? He felt ashamed, and he felt a pang in his chest when Solomon disappeared with you. Would he get a chance to apologize to you?

Lucifer swallowed heavily, taking a slight step back from the group, but not once did his eyes leave your figure. And if your eyes had found Lucifer's in that moment, you would have seen the glimmer of sympathy and emotion that shone through layer upon layer of cold indifference buried deep within them.

The Avatar of Pride recalled his suspicions about you and your arrival in the Devildom. He used to think you were plotting something; that you would harm his brothers after getting close to them. But now, as he watched your trembling figure, he couldn't bring himself to even think that you'd do such a thing.

You were so weak and vulnerable right now, if anyone were to tell him you were a danger to his brothers— each powerful in their own right— he would laugh. However, he noted that despite your decreasing stability of mind and inherent fear of Belphie, you hadn't tried to attack any of them.

Somehow, he could hear Lilith's voice mocking him in his head, "Still think they're gonna hurt our brothers, Luci?"

There were so many questions he still needed to ask you.

"Wait, MC! Solomon!" Diavolo cried out before the two of you disappear in a flash of light.

And all Lucifer could do was watch.

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#HE HAS MY HEART

A little doodle

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Silk Ropes and Crackling Fire

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Lucifer X Fem!Reader

CW: Soft Bondage/Dom, Nipple play, Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving,) Overstimulation, Hickeys. A little rough, but you can find romance in there. Some gendered language (Use of "good girl,") but ambiguous genitals as always.

A/N: I've been putting this one off for a while (like, over a month,) but it was a lot of fun! I don't know why I waited so long! Anyway I hope you enjoy it. It's basically all smut, no fluff so, yeah. Light BDSM sex with Lucifer ~2100 Words

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The silk ropes dig lightly into your skin as your breath hitches. Though the room is lit only by the crackling fireplace, you can make out the beautiful face of Lucifer, as he adjusts his vest before sitting on the bed with you. He runs his gloved hands up your naked body and all the way to your hands to link fingers with you. In your excitement, you moan as your arms involuntarily jerk, tugging on the bedposts he tied your wrists to.

He smirks and chuckles lightly. He leans in, brushing your lips with his. The smell of his cologne overwhelms your senses. “You’ll be good for me tonight,” He whispers against your lips, “Right?” You nod. “You’ll be patient?” He asks. You nod again. “Good.”

Without unlinking your fingers, he kisses you. It’s intense like it always is with him. Deep and passionate in a possessive kind of way, with just the right amount of tongue. He kisses like he’ll lose you if he lets go.

He releases you from the kiss and looks at you with those burning eyes of his. It’s too intimidating to maintain so you look away, but he grabs you by the chin and turns your gaze back to him. He kisses you again briefly before pulling away and running his hands up and down your body with a desire and intensity that’s almost frightening. As he caresses your skin, you can’t help but squirm. He gently runs his fingers against the soft skin of your arms first, then moves down to your chest, but stays far from your nipples. His fingers trace a path down your ribs, then the side of your stomach, but stop there before circling around and following the same path they ran before.

Electric tingles run all down your spine, igniting an excitement down between your legs. You squirm and jerk against your restraints as he smirks. His smug satisfaction is hardly unexpected.

You’re already starting to get impatient, rubbing your legs together, even though you know he’s just getting started. He knows what he’s doing, but nonetheless he leans down and whispers in your ear. “You promised to be good.”

His chiding tone irks you, even as his cold breathy voice in your ear  sends shivers all through your body. You know that if you talk back he’ll only go harder on you so you just nod and hope that he accepts that.

Thankfully he does, kissing your cheek and making sure to breathe into your ear. He moves down to your neck, leaving soft, gentle little kisses at first, but gradually he starts suck on the skin. You can tell that he plans on leaving a few marks so that everyone knows who you belong to.

Moving further down, he places little kisses on your upper chest, then kisses down the middle to reach your tummy. Gradually he makes his way to your belly button. He stops here and starts to make his way back up your body “accidentally” brushing your nipple with his fingers on his way.

He kisses you on the lips again, inciting whiny little moans from you.

“What’s the matter?” He asks coyly.

“P-please,” You say, looking away, “I can’t take anymore.”

He runs a finger from your lower stomach all the way up your chest and to your face. Grabbing your chin he pulls your face harshly to meet his gaze. “You promised to be good. If you can’t behave,” He says cooly, “Then should I get up and leave you here? I’m a very busy man.” He’s nearly growling.

Your heart pounds as he starts to get up from the bed. “I’m sorry!” You say. “Please don’t go!”

He smirks. Of course he was never going to really leave, and you knew that, but it works nonetheless. He turns those intense burning eyes back on you and asks “Then can you behave?”

“I promise!” You say, nodding vigorously.

He sits back down on the bed looking up and down your body. He goes back to exactly where he was before. Kissing your cheek, then moving down your body as you shiver and writhe under him.

He doesn’t neglect your nipples this time, leaving a trail of soft kisses on his way. He wraps his lips around your nipple, flicking his tongue vigorously over it as he pinches the other gently between his finger and thumb. A gentle twist of his fingers and soft bite causes you to buck your hips involuntarily. He smirks moving on to your tummy and then your hip bones, which he spends plenty of time placing little kisses on.

He’s so close now that you can barely contain your excitement. Soft kisses lead him to your legs. He spends plenty of time there, cherishing every moan, whimper, and squirm. By the time he reaches your inner thighs you feel like you’re going to explode. You just want to beg him to go down on you already, but he’d just tease you more, or worse, get up to do paperwork and leave you to cool down.

You can feel his hair and face occasionally brush your genitals as he kisses back and forth on your thighs. Just when you’re about to beg him, you feel his lips suddenly touch down. You gasp and writhe as he wraps his arms around your thighs to get better control. His tongue feels heavenly as he flicks it against you and twirls it around. You want nothing more than to play with his soft, wavy locks as you press your thighs against his face. Having your hands tied up is agony, but you know he enjoys your frustration.

He pulls away for a second to spit on his fingers, which fills you with nervous anticipation. He rubs his fingers gently on you, before pressing them in. You gasp in pleasure, tugging at your restraints again to no avail. Intense as it is, it feels amazing as he curls his fingers up inside you, pressing against your walls to hit that delicate spot.

He moans as he goes down on you, sending vibrations through you and heightening the sensation. He had to know you wouldn’t last long with the way he teased you, and you’re already moaning louder and whinier as he fucks you with his fingers and runs his mouth up and down on you.

You’re writhing and moaning as he pushes you even farther until you scream out in pleasure, cumming on his tongue. Warm sweetness spills out as you squirm and moan. He pushes you even further as waves of pleasure spill over you.

“That’s enough,” You beg. “I already came.” It slurs out of you, your tongue already going dumb from pleasure.

He doesn’t stop though, continuing to press you even further until the overstimulation subsides and ordinary pleasure sets back in. It doesn’t take long for you to cum again. You let out one long moan as your back arches.

He finally pulls back, watching you pant and squirm. “Good girl,” He says. “You came twice for me.” He looks down on you with that look of smug satisfaction you’re so used to.

You just nod and try to catch your breath. He smirks at you as he leans over to untie your wrists. He helps you sit up on your knees, before taking your wrists and quickly tying them behind your back. Kneeling on the bed now, he unbuttons his pants and undoes the zipper revealing his hard cock. He puts a finger under your chin and turns your head up to meet his gaze. “Be a good girl and suck my cock.” He caresses your cheek as you lean over to lick the tip of his cock. He moans, finally getting to feel some pleasure himself.

You wrap your lips around the head, careful not to lose your balance with your arms tied behind your back. With his warm, stiff cock in your mouth you swirl your tongue around it, feeling it all. As you press down further, he sets his hand on the back of your head, pulling your hair out of the way in the process. He guides you with his hand, pushing down slightly until you wrap the base with your lips. He growls in pleasure as his cock rubs the back of your throat.

Feeling his entire length fill your mouth, you start to pull back, letting him guide your pace with his hand. You suck him down, making use of your tongue when you can. His strong hand on the back of your head presses you down occasionally, reminding you who’s in control. You can feel him getting close so he releases your hair and cups your cheek, bringing your eyes up to meet his.

“Good girl,” He says.

You smile at his praise. He gets up from the bed and sits behind you. He puts a hand on your back and lowers you gently so that you are laying face first on the bed, but still on your knees. With your arms still tied behind your back, you can’t hold yourself up. You’re at his mercy.

He runs his hands from your shoulders down to your ass, soaking in your body. He places one hand firmly on your waist, squeezing a little as he does, and grabs the silk rope around your wrists with the other. You feel his still-wet cock appear at your entrance.

As rough as he often is, he gives you time to adjust. Pressing in, he gives you a second with each inch to prepare for the next. You gasp in pleasure as you feel his legs meet your own, meaning his entire length is inside of you; your hole swallowing the base of his shaft. He squeezes your waist again, moaning as he reaches your depths. He starts to pull out, and as he pushes back in, you feel a tug at your shoulders as he pulls your tied wrists for more leverage.

He starts to fuck you faster, pulling you back by the wrists with each thrust. Each thrust is just a little faster, a little harder. “Luci!” You moan, “That feels so good.”

He just fucks you harder, the sounds of slapping skin interrupting the peaceful crackle of the fireplace. You feel his length sliding nearly all the way out before being plunged all the way back in to the hilt each time.

You’re already sensitive from cumming twice, so it takes little work to get you close. “I think I’m going to cum again,” You moan.

“Good girl,” Lucifer purrs from behind you, removing a hand from your waist to trail a finger delicately down your back. It pushes you over the edge and You convulse as you cum again, turning your face into the sheets so you can moan as loudly as you want.

He doesn’t stop though. Even after getting so close while pleasuring himself with your mouth, he keeps going, returning his hand to your waist so he can fuck you harder. He keeps pushing into you, getting faster. You notice too that his moans are getting louder and closer together. His growls turn into more vulnerable whimpers as he gets close.

“I’m going to cum,” He growls.

“Please cum inside me,” You moan, nearly whining.

He gives you three hard thrusts spaced further apart, making sure to push his cock all the way into you. You feel his cock start to throb inside of you, its twitches pushing against your walls. Hot cum spills out of it and into you. It pushes you over the edge, your shaking legs ready to give way. “I’m cumming,” you moan again before collapsing. You fall off of his cock, feeling his cum spill out of you slightly.

He’s still kneeling behind you, looking perfect in the dim light of the fireplace. He tosses his hair out of his face and zips his pants. Getting off the bed he unties your wrists and kisses you on the forehead. “What a good girl,” He coos. He picks you up in his strong arms and places you rightways on the bed, tucking you in before kissing your forehead again.

He disappears to the fireplace for only a second, returning with a mug of your favorite hot beverage. “Here, drink up,” He says softly as he hands you the drink.

You smile and say, “Thank you Luci.”

“Anything for my princess,” He replies.

As much work as he probably needs to get to, he strips down and lays in bed to cuddle with you as you sip your drink. He presses his warm naked body against you as you slowly drift off.

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Please, he is so annoyed about the thought of MC trying to get with another demon that it's funny

MC GOT EMBARRASSED AND RAN AWAY I'M CRYING

He looks like a wet blanket after MC leaves I love this idiot so much

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Who?

Lucifer: I'm glad that we are all here.

Mammon: It wasn't me!!

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: As I was saying. I want to show you this *Pulls out a white stick from his pocket and place it on the table right in front all of you*

Mammon: What's that-

Belphie: That can't be-

MC: Congratulations, Lucifer!

Lucifer: 😡

MC: Hey second times a charm-

Lucifer: Who's the father MC.

MC: 😶

Lucifer: Well?

MC: I mean... The last few months were fun...

Lucifer: MC!

MC: I don't know okay!!

MC: I slept with Mammon the night he pass his hexes exam!

MC: Levi and I fucked in a small closet in the convention we went!

MC: Asmo and I had sex in one of the classroom in RAD when we stayed there late to study for a test.

MC: Barbatos fucked me when we were alone in the castle when you and Diavolo went to the human world!

MC: Satan fuck me in your room!

Lucifer: Wait wha-

MC: Beel and I has sex in the colosseum when he was training for a game.

MC: Diavolo fucked me in the student council when he got frustrated with all the paper he was stuck by.

MC: Solomon took me to a lake and fuck me there!

Asmo: Damn-

MC: Belphie took me to your study and we just had sex because he was pissed at you for taking his pillow.

You stop and start catching your breath.

Beel: So, aside from Lucifer and Simeon-

MC: Oh right, Simeon and I had sex in Purgatory Hall when Luke was here in HOL cooking cookies for Beel.

MC: And we fucked a month ago Lucifer.

Lucifer: ...

MC: And was all in two months.

MC: So yeah... I don't know who's the father.

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Right ik we're all in love with MC from Nightbringer but can we please acknowledge that they're literally just og om! MC but their usual personality is highlighted because of their new situation

MC's personality has always been like that

They've always had batshit options.

Nightbringer isn't the first time MC tried to kick down someone's locked door, in the og game they actually succeed.

When I say MC grew/had character development I mean: how it's canon that MC is reserved with people they don't know and Lucifer acknowledges in S2 that they're growing more open. + that they're grown confident in their magic now.

Personality wise though they're still the same shithead from og om!

Remember what they were like during the cowboy event?

How much of a snarky ass they were to Mammon & Levi in S1?

How they canonically know how to push Lucifer's buttons & delight in it?

How they're crazily adaptable & calm in bad situations?

How they have no problem choosing violence and relish in the chaos the brothers create?

How weirdly okay they are with accepting death?

Just the entirety of "Lucifer's Rough Day" Devilgram. If you have that please read it! MC's hilarious & terrible, the absolute love of my life

All that & more are present in both games.

MC's personality is still the same, the fact that the brothers are now on new ground, unsure of themselves and their positions, shy and scared and confused, unsure of even their own powers just means that MC gets the spotlight to shine because the brothers are relying on them much more heavily and their usual level of competence & snark gets elevated because of it

Here's all my posts I could find about MC from the og! game that show what they're like:

MC being done with Mephisto

MC brutally judging Satan's level of pranks

MC being absolutely badass when they save Barbatos using pure brute strength in S4

Canon facts about MC

MC being willing to lay down and die part 1

MC's emotions + facial expressions

THIS CHAT! Just casually dropping the most batshit information

Being a shithead to Satan for no reason

Being a shithead to Mephisto for a very good reason

MC happily pissing off Lucifer for the lols

MC being not nice to strangers

MC thriving on Chaos

MC being jealous/possessive

MC having 0 fear of horror

MC being Done

MC being fucking insane

MC's emotional intelligence and how they use it

MC having 0 fear in general

Giving priority to cows over their best friend

100% commitment to the bit

Being a dick

"Yaaas hon, come through!"

Giving Lucifer grey hair

MC vs the brothers on freaking out each other

MC being willing to lay down and die part 2

When MC loses their temper

Memes

MC's Magic

MC being very obviously not human

A typical friend group

The pirate event

+

This entire amazing compilation by @radarchives

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Asmodeus: I slipped a little note in your bag to tell you how much I love you.

MC, opening their bag: This is a 10 page letter