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apollo1three · 11 days ago

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Humour me, Amber. What are some of the head canons you have for Haden and Penelope in a non post apocalyptic farmers market au? I’m hoping some will be filthy and some will be adorable

hmmmm. here are a few right off the top of my head :)

their first real bonding moment happens when Penelope has been working for Haden for 8 weeks. she gets drunk at a college party and wants to go home, but it's nearly 2am and she can't call her grandpa because he hasn't been doing so well and she doesn't want to interrupt his sleep. the only other number in the area that she has is Haden's, so she calls him. he comes. and she thinks he's going to be mad at her but he's actually not any grumpier than usual and he even stops at McDonald's so she can get a burger and they eat together in the parking lot and talk til sunrise.

Haden's gf is not too keen on him staying out so late with his barely-legal employee. there had been some tensions lingering in the relationship already but that is when they start to really arise.

the farmstand closes for the winter right after thanksgiving, and Penelope goes home to her mother's for winter break. in that time away, she has quite a few spicy dreams about her boss, but she also worries about her grandpa. her worries come to a head when she gets a phone call from Haden out of the blue and finds out that her grandpa is in the hospital after having a heart attack. the heart attack was mild, and he is expected to make a full recovery, but what strikes Penelope is that— in her absence— Haden has been going to visit her grandpa every day. the heart attack happened while him and Haden were having coffee, and if Haden hadn't been there it could have gone way worse. when Penelope gets back upstate to visit her grandpa in the hospital, Haden is waiting there by his side, and that is the moment when she realizes she's in love with him.

in the springtime, she makes his life hell. cute little braids, tight floral tops and dresses, tiny jean shorts the second the weather gets warm. picking up extra shifts whenever she can, following him around like a little shadow. on the hottest day of the summer, they close the farmstand early and Haden takes her back to his house, where they follow a trail in the woods back to the river. Penelope splashes him, he splashes her back, and then all of a sudden she's crawling onto his lap and kissing him and before she knows it Penelope is flat on her back with Haden's head between her legs. she gets quite the sunburn on her face. :)

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apollo1three · 13 days ago

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And I present to you the most requested headcanon I've ever done. (first part)

The Brothers Kinks & Preferences! (Oldest Brothers)

warning: obviously NSFW. minors dni.

✒Lucifer.

We all know he is a sadist and he has said it himself but even so always make a sure to have his partners consent to everything.

Lucifer's favorite way of foreplay is teasing through the day,he will most likely not bother MC if he senses they are not in the mood but will tease them nonstop if he gets the heads up to proceed.

He is a dominant man,he likes to dominate all the stages of his life and his sex life is not one to escape.

He is into sensory deprivation. He will start soft,maybe a blindfold or some ropes to just tie down your arms but when he gains enough confidence to ask he is using chains, whips while his partner is blindfolded,with a gag ball on their mouths and maybe some spells for them to be deaf for some minutes.

He like a certain toys but just the ones he knows that will never satisfy his partner as much as he can. He is open to try new things as long as those new things don't overstep his boundaries.

Biggest praise kink there is. He is prideful and he knows it but he is unaware of his praise kink even when he breaks a sweat thinking about degrading MC just for them to mutter how much they love him afterwards.

He likes both quickies and slow rounds. Maybe a quickie before going to work but some good slow round later that day. He is fond of slow sex,the foreplay is a must but so is the emotional and physical stimulation he gives and receives when sex can be dragged for hours.

✒Mammon

I will just start this by saying he is a switch. He likes both to please and be pleased.

Very aware of his praise kink. He doesn't gets praised very often so some compliments when he is doing a very good job makes his chest bloom with pride.

Hand by hand to his praise kink is also his degradation kink. To me he likes to be degraded once in while in bed just because he knows he will get praises and cuddles afterwards but it still drives him insane.

Overstimulation is his go to weapon when he wants his partner to shake under him. This kink was developed by his own greedy self.

He is the best at aftercare both giving and receiving. If he is the one giving aftercare then he will do as his partner says,if they want a bath he will run them one but uf they just want to cuddle and sleep then say less. If he is the one receiving, he likes cuddles and forehead kisses,some back rubs too and maybe please some words of affirmation.

He is all about corruption when in the bedroom. Thinking about being MC's first in all senses makes his cock throb,training them to give him the most pleasure and relaxing at the thought that he has no competition. MC chose him,they want him to take them before anyone. What a great pleasure for a greedy demon like him.

✒Leviathan.

He has a size kink. It's not something he thinks about very often and he probably doesn't acknowledge his kink as such but the feeling of his partner struggling to take him because their body is small (compared to a demon ofc).

He is into roleplay but not only anime related but also him acting like the Great Admiral and his partner being a submissive commander asking for a favor.

Uses his tail a lot but mostly for overstimulate his partner. Probably fucks them with his tail before using his dick or just penetrates them while foreplay just to make things harder for them. He loves watching his darling MC struggle to keep up with his pace.

He is a horny man and he knows it very well and makes sure his partner knows too. Into degrading his partner and giving them cuddles afterwards as an apology. Making them feel less than him,undeserving of the pleasure he is so kindly giving them just to cuddle and pepper soft kisses on their face afterwards.

He likes to play with his partner so he pretty much has a primal kink. He is the hunter and his partner is the pray. He has animal instincts himself so hearing his partner hide and hold their breath for him to not find them,arouses him. Knowing they are scared and confused makes his senses go all the way up thinking about the endless outcomes of this little play.

He is a switch sometimes but sticks to be more of the dominant type when he has gained enough confidence with his partner.

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apollo1three · 13 days ago

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Headcanon: Brothers with a Chubby & Dummy Thick F!MC.

warnings: Female MC,slight NSFW,mention of insecurities and cursing.

✒Lucifer.

Notices but doesn't really care at first. He thought that if you do good at RAD everything will be fine.

He was wrong. Succubis are hot but you were way hotter than any of them.

Maybe it was the soft type of attention you gave him or the sometimes attitude you gave him sometimes when he made some sort of mistake.

He loves boobs. You two can be sitting in his office doing mere paperwork and he might just pick you up and look at them for two or three seconds before placing you on his lap and just hold one of them while working.

Might use them as a way to relieve the stress of his day too so be careful.

If you are insecure he will make sure to get rid of your insecurities as fast as he can. Do you feel like going to therapy will help you? Done,once per week he will take you to the human world for a session with your therapist. Will praise you and your actions a lot for big or small things as having good grades or cooking something tasty? He is already telling you how good you are at whatever you do. Body insecurities? Oh baby he will praise your body so much he might start to realize that he indeed has a soft spot for you.

I picture Lucifer as a man who boobs> ass/ thighs but loves them anyways.

✒Mammon

Such a simp for you already but your thighs can get the best of him always. He will buy you skirts and thighs high socks just to see your thighs every time he can.

Will ask you to wear them only when he is around because he doesn't want his brothers to say anything or even look at your legs or ass.

Will quit it if you tell him that they will never get see what's underneath the clothes he bought for you. Mammon will be a stuttering mess but will still try to act cool and say that you will obviously want them to know that you are dating the GREAT Mammon.

Body insecurities? We don't know them here. Mammon will make sure you know how good you look every day but bare with him because he will blush,stutter and say that you are still a dumb human.

If you don't like your clothes or how they fit in you,get in bitch we are going shopping. Spoiler: you will be the most spoiled human in the history of humanity.

Makes sure his brothers know that you are dating him and only him,leaving hickeys all over your chest and thighs so they can see just a hint if what he gets to explore every time he can.

✒Levi

Will totally notice your body and get a nosebleed almost instantly.

Will have to ask himself more than once if it will be okay to make a comment about it since he has seem Asmo worship your body more than once and gotta say dude loves the blush crossing your face when his younger brothers does such.

He likes your ass. Just seeing it when you walk or when you bend againts the kitchen counter.

Leviachan.exe has stopped working.

Overprotective. Man will be over the moon with you but will never forget so are his brothers and when his jealousy gets in the way maybe the best thing to do is to reassure him that you want him and only him to avoid bad moments with the other residents of the House of Lamentation.

Don't expect him to worship your body unless you are having sex because he still feels too shy to do so. Maybe if he practiced with the mirror for more than week he will tell you that you look pretty but will hole himself up right after.

✒Satan

He loves you and your body but man is more interested on how smart you are.

If he sees you as dumb he will be the first one to tell you that but also the first to offer his help to change such.

Study sessions with him will always end up the same way,having rough sex if you don't answer his questions right.

Be careful thought,he knows when you answer wrong in purpose and that will just push him to tease you.

Massage his back,please. He has a lot of stress that needs to be gone and having the person he loves on top of him taking care of it it's magic.

Such a simp,honestly you are the first relationship he has with someone warm and loving towards him. He goes to you every time his brothers piss him off.

Loves your thighs too,he likes to lay on them,squeeze them or even bite them when he is feeling in the mood.

Will fight anyone who tries to disrespect you. Succubis better think twice before making a comment about your figure,he is not the Avatar of Wrath for nothing.

✒Asmo

Yes! Yes! Yes!

He loves every type of body,very positive about your body and shape.

Expect to be praised for the most mundane things. Walking,talking or just laying down are worth a compliment from Asmo's perspective.

He loves your ass,boobs,thighs. Everything. Let me reformulate: he loves you.

Also a big simp,not only because he feels attracted to you but because you are the only one who accepted him with all his flaws even when he says he doesn't have any.

Sex with Asmo is new experience every time,even if you feel like it can't get any better.

Takes you shopping and spoils you rotten.

If you have any type of insecurities or feel like you don't fit in because you are a human he is making sure you get the messages that that is not true and will never be.

This relationship is mutual simping,he is totally hooked up with you and vice versa.

Both of you will have spa days at his room. Asmo is a fan of taking long baths and expects to take one together and it doesn't even has to end up into something sexual for him to enjoy it.

He is not the cursing type but when he is eating it he becomes a whole new person. Mixes the cursing with body worship and pet names (if you are into it ofc).

✒Beel

Is trying to keep himself from having certain thoughts about your body because he knows it is disrespectful.

But he has seen you bending and stretching sometimes and he can't help his mind anymore.

Reassure him that you don't mind his thoughts so he can free himself a little.

Thighs lover. He squeezes them and bites them like no other.

Is very good at going down on you. Is the best at saying that he is hungry with this tone so you know what type of hungry he is talking about.

Won't hesitate on throwing hands for you, any person who dares to disrespect you better be ready to catch those hands.

Goes feral sometimes without noticing,even the most vainilla things with Beel will escalate quickly and becomes something way more steamy.

Is very good at listening but not very good at giving advice so he is willing to listen to all your concerns and to reassure you that you are perfect for him.

If you are not comfortable eating in front of him he will try to find a solution,will read books and consult with his brothers (mostly Satan and Asmo) on how to help you.

✒Belphie.

This guy is kinda slow to catch up on the fact that you like him but when he catches the idea,he is thrilled.

Never thought of himself as someone who is going to stay awake more than three hours on a row for someone who is not Beel but here he is,dating you.

Knows you are insecure but doesn't know how to approach the subject.

When he does (after asking Beel how he should do it of course) he is listening carefully but if you don't feel comfortable talking about it now he is going to give you space or cuddle you if that's better.

With Belphie things can get very steamy within a second.

What started as a sloppy makeout session can become on a quickie and you won't even notice.

He is slow for everything but for this? He is faster than anyone.

Grabs your ass and asks you to get on top of him. Belphie is a switch but prefers to let you on top so his hands can roam around.

Squeezing your ass or just pushing your back so you two can be closer are his favorite moves to do.

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apollo1three · 13 days ago

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[OM!] Demon Brothers comfort MC on their period Headcanons

Notes: mentions the menstrual cycle and blood; can you tell these demons are my comfort characters lmao

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Lucifer

Top notch care

Unless you’re really good at hiding any sort of discomfort, Lucifer will find out that you’re cramping or your back hurts bc of your period

Only needs to be told once before he’s learned everything you ever need and will immediately provide everything you possibly require

Sugar daddy (glucose guardian)

“Lucifer, I–”

“I bought you two boxes of each size.”

“Of pads?”

“…and tampons.”

If you can see the concern on his face, know that he’s actually really worried when you curl up into a ball and try to ride out the cramps

Will coddle you if given the chance because it’s rare that you would ask for his comfort like so– and if his workload is heavy, will try to alternative between giving you attention and working

Spoils you a lot in general, so he might just compromise by working on his bed (though that doesn’t work out too well when you’re cuddling up to him and distracting him)

Definitely the type to absently brush through your hair as he’s working, helping you fall asleep

Keep reading

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apollo1three · 13 days ago

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LOVE BONERS, men who are so in love with you it makes their dick twitch when you just exist 🩷

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apollo1three · 13 days ago

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₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ovulating with caleb <3

💭 : p in v , overstimulation , fem!reader , praise , improper use of evol , squirting , messy sex , marathon sex , it’s ovulation week girls !! ^^

caleb knew how you got during ovulation week. one glance at his biceps, arms, or chest, and you’re looking at him with those eyes that are practically begging him to fuck you until you pass out.

and right now? you were looking at him with the same eyes. which is how you got led here. pinned down. drooling from both lips. being stretched out by a cock that was close to splitting you in half. “good girl,” caleb panted, sweat dripping from his temple.

his large form leaned over you, chest pressing against your legs in the meanest, most perfect mating press. his cock was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, drawing out more and more high, dumbed out moans from your puffy lips. he knew it too. oh, caleb knew how good you felt. to your fucked out facial expression to how your pussy is covering his cock whole.

“such a pretty—hah—pussy. god, she missed me, huh? suckin’ me in—all greedy,” he blabbered into your ear, the tone of his voice making you clench around his cock hard. you couldn’t even understand what he was saying—your brain was turning into mush, drooling from your panting mouth.

slurred words caleb didn’t even try to understand came out of your mouth as you went cross eyed, turning louder and louder. “ca—caleb! close, mph, ‘m close!” you whined and the man above you grinned. it felt like his thrusts got harder, faster and he pushed against your legs until they almost met your ears. “yeah? is my dumb baby close? i bet she is. ‘could feel this pussy clenching—i know her like the back of my hand.”

your gut coiled up into something you can’t explain and you blubbered nonsense, tears swelling in your eyes as you tensed. a few more thrusts—one, two, three—until you came with a scream.

except you didn’t cum. no, instead, you squirted. a wet splash and his abdomen, balls, and cock were covered in your juices. “holy—fuck—did you just squirt—” he let out a surprise gasp and your own pleasure triggered his own. he didn’t even have time to warn you before he toppled over, weight against your chest as he shot load after load into your wet heat.

you let out a mewl, too filled with ecstasy to hear hear caleb moan and groan about how “it’s so much”, and how he “can’t stop”. you felt filled to the brim, caleb’s thick cum seeping out of your well-stretched hole as his cock came to a stop. “fuck, thank you, baby. you did so good, so perfect.”

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What the birthday boy wants...

aka, marathon sex

Caleb x female reader

You’ve spent weeks planning for this day. The bakery order. The string lights. The playlist tailored to every one of Caleb’s favorite songs. A whole night built around making him feel as loved, celebrated, and special as he always makes you feel.

But when your boyfriend steps through the door, none of it matters anymore.

He drops his bag, eyes locking on you like you’re the only thing in the world worth seeing. He barely spares a second glance at the birthday banner above the kitchen. Doesn’t notice the cake, frosted to perfection and waiting on the counter. Not even the presents lined up in a neat little row by the sofa.

All he can focus on is you. Standing there in that dress he’s obsessed with—the one he bought for you and said made you look “dangerous.”

“Happy birthday,” you say, soft and nervous while fidgeting with the black ribbon on the strap of your dress.

He doesn’t answer. You blink and he’s surging toward you like gravity has shifted and his body has no choice but to fall into yours.

Caleb kisses you like he’s starving.

No gentle greeting, no birthday speech about how lucky he is (he’s definitely thinking it, though). Just his mouth crashing into yours, hands gripping your soft waist like he needs to anchor himself while he loses control.

You stumble back blindly, barely registering that he’s walking you toward the wall until your spine hits plaster and his hands are already sliding beneath your dress.

“I’m sorry,” he whines, leaving sloppy kisses along your jaw, your throat, then the top of your cleavage. “I know you planned so much. I saw it. And I swear I love it all. But I can’t—I can’t do any of it right now.”

Your fingers thread into his hair, pulling his head back just enough to see his eyes. His pupils are so dark and dilated that you barely see the rings of vibrant violet around them. Yet through his desire, he manages a needy pout—begging for forgiveness even as he looks ready to fuck you into the wall.

“Caleb, you don’t have to apologize.” Chuckling softly, you brush your fingers through the hair along the nape of his neck. “If this is what you want, then I can’t deny the birthday boy.”

That’s all the permission he needs before he’s back on you again.

“All I’ve thought about today is you,” he groans. “Knew you’d be waitin’ for me, all dolled up. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

It’s clear he’s getting more and more riled up as his hands wander your body. You love when he gets like this, all slurred words from being drunk on the sight and feel of you. He hasn’t even gotten your dress off yet, but he’s already a mess.

“I don’t want dinner,” he murmurs, fingers trailing up to tickle the band of your panties. “Don’t want cake. Just want you.” His declaration makes you whimper, thighs already pressing together at the sound of his voice—how low it drops, how hungry it sounds. “Please, baby. Wanna taste you. I need it.”

One shaky nod from you is all it takes and then he drops to his knees, eyes locked on yours as he tugs your panties down your legs.

“I’ll make it up to you for ruinin’ your plans,” he says. “Gonna lick this sweet pussy ‘til the candles on that cake melt.”

You barely manage a breath before his mouth is on you.

There’s no buildup, no teasing. He’s too impatient to take his time—and he already has plans to fuck your cunt with his tongue all night long anyway, so he doesn’t need to savor this.

He devours you, tongue parting your folds, hot and wet and focused as he sucks on your clit like he’s trying to get drunk off the taste of you. His large hands envelop your thighs, keeping you still as you shake against the wall.

It’s barely been two minutes of his lips on you and it already feels like you’re close to coming. The way his head is buried beneath the frilly skirt of your dress, his fingers digging into your plush skin—it’s so filthy that it makes the pressure build in the pit of your stomach.

His tongue keeps flicking your clit with a single-minded focus on making you come as hard and fast as humanly possible. The devastating rhythm has you gushing all over his lips while you cry his name. If you could see him right now, you’d catch the sinful sight of your juices mixed with his spit as it trails down his chin and neck.

“Fuck,” you gasp, hips stuttering forward. “Caleb, you’re gonna make me–”

“Do it,” he growls against your pussy. His words are muffled while he’s unwilling to part from your flesh for even a second. “Come f’me…”

Your orgasm hits hard, too fast, the pleasure spiking so sharp that your legs buckle as he groans against you. And Caleb keeps licking and sucking you through it like he wants to wring you dry.

He stands before your knees fully give out, catching you with one strong arm around your waist. You desperately try to suck in deep breaths, but they catch in your throat at the sight of his slicked up mouth and chin—coupled with lust-blown eyes that say he only wants more.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs. “Better than cake, I bet.” Then he kisses you—tongue and all—and you moan into it, dizzy from how quickly you reached your peak.

He lifts you into his arms effortlessly and carries you to the bedroom, shedding clothes with barely restrained urgency. His shirt hits the floor. His belt clatters across the carpet (god, it’s so hot when he undoes it with just one hand).

He kisses you between every hurried step, mouthing every patch of skin he can reach without ever slowing down. A quick bite on your bottom lip. Then he sucks harshly on the sensitive spot under your ear, surely trying to leave a mark that lasts.

When your back hits the bed, you reach for his cock already peeking out between the unzipped top of his pants. He’s already achingly hard, already leaking enough precum to make the lazy glide of your hand so smooth and slick.

Caleb shudders from your touch and whispers, “Need you, baby. Need you so bad I can’t think straight.”

You don’t keep him waiting any longer. He hikes your dress up around your hips while you guide him to your entrance. And then he pushes inside fully with one deep stroke.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, bracing himself over you, arms trembling. “God, you feel so good. So perfect—always so wet for me.”

His thrusts start fast. Like he can’t slow down even if he wants to. The tip of his cock drags against your g-spot so deliciously that your eyes roll back. And he watches in awe, mesmerized by the way you moan for him.

You claw at his back and wrap your legs around his waist as he pounds into you, the bed creaking beneath every motion. It’s not long before you come again with a sob, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around him. He kisses the tears from your cheeks and slows for a moment before pulling out.

The sudden loss makes your breath stutter in confusion. But just as quickly, he flips you over and pulls you onto your hands and knees.

“Don’t worry, pips,” he pants, pressing back into you with a broken groan. “I’m not done with you. Need to make you come again.”

You’re not sure if you’ll even be able to do what he wants when your whole pussy is tingling with oversensitivity. But he fucks you through it—through your cries, through the overstimulation, through the way your arms collapse beneath you and he has to wrap an arm around your stomach just to hold you upright.

You can feel him shaking behind you, can hear how close he is in the way his voice starts breaking, the way he whispers, “Gonna come inside you, fill you up—fuck—gonna mark you.” When your moans pitch higher, it only makes him even more crazed. “Yeah, you want that?” he murmurs, thrusts turning more erratic. “Then you gotta come for me again, pretty girl.”

Before you can say a word, his fingers glide down your front. They dip beneath your dress and hastily lock onto your clit, rolling and pinching the throbbing bud with the intent to make you flutter around him.

The two of you come together this time, your moans entangling and turning into the most obscene symphony.

Caleb twitches inside you before spilling one of the biggest loads you’ve ever taken from him. It leaks from your swollen pussy when he pulls out, but he wastes no time smearing it around and pushing some of it back inside with two thick fingers.

You can already tell your dress is going to be ruined—the top all damp with sweat and the hem messy with your combined releases.

It’d make sense for Caleb to stop now. After such an intense orgasm, you’re expecting him to be too tired and not hard enough to keep going.

But when he eases his fingers out of your sore pussy and rolls you onto your back, his eyes are still full of something wild.

And when you glance down at his cock, it’s already half-hard again.

He slides back into you slowly, cradling your jaw with one hand and your thigh with the other. He moves like he wants to memorize every part of your body.

Every time you whimper, he moans. Every time you cry out, he praises you.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers. “So good for me, letting me have you again and again.”

You lose track of time. Hours blur into one long, aching haze of pleasure. He takes you every way he can—on your back, on your side with your leg hitched around his waist, then riding him until he’s trembling beneath you and gasping your name like a prayer.

And every time you come, he tells you how good you are. How lucky he is to have you. How you’re the only present he ever wants on his birthday.

You’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had when you’re wrung out and raw, eyes glassy, thighs trembling and sticky.

But Caleb is still insatiable. Still making up for all the years he never got to have you like this. Your legs are spread by his strong hands, and he licks into you again—achingly slow this time. You’re not sure if it’s because he’s finally getting tired or if he just wants to take his time worshipping you.

“Hm, you taste even better after I’ve come inside you,” he whispers.

You moan, twitching beneath him, and he just smiles against your folds.

It takes longer now that you’ve had so many orgasms already, but he diligently pulls one more out of you. And after you come with such a sweet moan, you both collapse in a tangled heap, breathless and sore.

Caleb yanks you to his chest, his fingers playing with your hair while you catch your breath. His eyes are still half-lidded with desire as he mumbles, “Best birthday I’ve ever had.”

You snort. “You didn’t even get to blow out your candles.”

He looks at you with a lazy, wrecked smile. “I blew your back out instead.”

You swat his chest, but he catches your hand and kisses your fingers, then the inside of your wrist with a wet smack.

“I’m still not done,” he says, like it’s a threat. But you must be just as crazy as he is, because you faintly feel the pulse of arousal between your thighs yet again.

“Caleb, isn’t it getting too late–”

“It’s still my birthday for another hour,” he purrs, dragging his mouth along your sweaty neck. “Doesn’t that mean I get whatever I want?”

Your breath hitches and your body gets all worked up again as he slides his leaking cock up and down your slit.

“And what I want,” he whispers, “well…you already know.”

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apollo1three · 13 days ago

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A Gift of Beads and Jewels

To: Our Beloved Human Exchange Student (gn!reader)

From: The Seven Rulers of Hell (x the demon brothers)

IMPORTANT NOTICE FROM THE POSTMASTER, PLEASE READ BEFORE BREAKING SEAL: fluff! that’s all!

URGENT: this is a repost of a fic from my old, abandoned Obey Me! blog. it belongs to me — i’m not stealing from myself, haha. i don’t really do posts formatted like this anymore, unfortunately!

By the time you had already spent a year in the Devildom, it felt as though no time had passed at all. Then again, the Devildom did have your internal clock messed up for a good while. A world of continual night has the tendency to do that to you. Time was ever ebbing and flowing, and there was no definite way to measure the passage.

It was only by the good grace of Barbatos' lethargy-inducing tea remedies -- and perhaps the occasional warm cuddle partner -- that you managed to reclaim a steady sleep schedule.

Nevertheless, a year has passed since your inevitable arrival. And everyone, besides yourself, had declared it the grandest of occasions. All of the brothers, as well as the ever-gracious royals and adoring angels, had given you their choice of gifts. Even Solomon had his own contribution to the festivities.

Lucifer had gone out of his way to locate and acquire a record of your favorite album, straight from the Human World. Asmo gifted you an assortment of scented lotions and candles, all of which being aromas you favored. Belphie had a plush blanket specially manufactured for you, with your initials woven into the stop right corner. He'd been extra careful to select a fabric that wouldn't bother you. Texture sensitivity was no joke. Of course, all the others had their own personalized items/mementos as well.

But the one that you find yourself making frequent use of nowadays is Luke's choice of gift. He had procured a necklace making set, complete with a ring of metal wire, clasps, and a broad selection of beads and jewels. At first, most of the brothers had no interest in it. Mammon even declared it to be far too childish. You had to disagree.

Increasingly often, you'd find yourself curled up on the blanket Belphie had procured, stringing the beads along the length of the wires. You'd settle yourself right in the living room, in front of the fireplace.

And you'd simply allow yourself to work. After all, it was easy and relaxing. The motion becomes repetitive and comforting. You can simply zone out and enjoy yourself. And by the end, you'd have your own brand-new creation.

The brothers weren't sure how to react to your new hobby at first, but they each tried to take it in stride.

Lucifer, admittedly, did not take to the concept. He found it to be tedious and time-consuming, especially for an individual with as much work as him. Regardless, that didn't stop him from enjoying the concentration on your face whenever you were hard at work. Your brows would pucker, your lips press together, and your eyes squint in a delightful way that made your eyelashes bow.

He would gladly allow you to indulge in your craft whilst in the quiet of his office. He would work, and you would string beads. No one would interrupt. It was a mutual serenity.

For Lucifer, it was almost a relief. He could look up from his work and see you going at it, and it would keep him motivated for just a bit longer.

Unbeknownst to you, he's the one that constantly purchases refills and new beads for your collection. However, he has absolutely no interest in telling you about his indulgence in your collection. Luckily, Mammon is fully willing to take the praise and thanks for it.

Even though Mammon proclaimed his disinterest in the activity, he was quickly enthralled. When you would sit in the living room and work, he'd curl up at your elbow and peer over your shoulder. He'd take on the guise of a superior critic, occasionally narrating your choices as you worked.

At times, he would get overly involved in your work, and begin pointing out what you should and should not do with your creation. In those moments, you would simply swat his hand away and chide him into having restraint. After all, he could always just make his own! You were open to sharing.

But he would quickly huff and flush, claiming once again that the activity was far too childish for his taste.

Oh, but it was okay when you did it.

Alternatively, when Levi discovered that you had a new interest, he was all for it. After all, he's certainly familiar what it's like to be so invested and thrilled with a new hobby. Have you met him? That's, like, his life!

So, he would often be found sitting on the sofa behind you, device in-hand as he observed your handiwork from afar. Every so often, he'd crane his head to get a good look, then recoil and duck away when you spotted him. His face would burn ferociously as you laughed softly and turned back.

After a week or so, he worked up the courage to ask if you would be willing to share some of your supplies so that he could make a Ruri-Chan themed bracelet. You were thrilled, even helping Levi to select which beads he would use to achieve the colorful aesthetic of his favorite character.

You would both end up cross-legged on the floor, beads strewn about your blanket, meticulously selecting your choice of beads. Occasionally, your fingers would ghost over Levi's. And, to your surprise, he didn't pull back.

Satan tended to keep a distance and observe meanwhile. He'd tuck himself into an armchair and distract himself with whatever book he was currently indulged in. However, he couldn't stop his eyes from occasionally straying from the printed words.

You were just too perfect in that moment. The light of the fire would glint against the brilliant sheen of your hair and paint your face. You were truly glowing.

He also found himself mentally cataloguing what color schemes you would choose, as well as the individual colors of the beads. He has incredible eyesight, after all. He would inwardly decide which beads and jewels he would use if he were in your place.

After a long while, he realized he had identified a bead that was almost the exact same color as your eyes. He liked when you used that color of bead the most.

Asmo was all over the idea of making your own jewelry. Being intimately familiar with the designs of the most exquisite necklaces and bracelets, he would offer pointers in what to pair together. After all, it would be a tragedy if all your work resulted in something too clunky, or perhaps too fragile, to be worn extensively. No, that just wouldn't do!

He found himself looking for old jewelry he no longer used. Once he had found just that, he would carefully dismantle it, and present the resulting beads and clutter to you. This resulted in a near over-flow in your collection. You weren't complaining, though.

Sometimes, you'd come to him, excitedly presenting your latest work to him. He would coo over your work and press small pecks to your face to express his admiration. What an eye for design you had!

Truthfully, Beel wasn't really sure what to think about it. He wasn't really big on accessorizing in general. He found himself overwhelmed at the mere thought of it. After all, his large digits would probably swallow up the small beads. He'd only make a mess.

That didn't stop him from watching you do it, though. He'd sit across from you on the floor, dutifully examining your process. In a few ways, he acted as your personal assistant. That prestigious job included locating and handing you the beads you requested, shooing away Mammon's curious fingers, and pointing out possible oversights on your part. He proved a dutiful worker.

Occasionally, you'd buy him small boxes of powdered pastries and claim it was his payment for being so helpful. He was grateful, for sure. But for the record, he would gladly keep doing it without any compensation or thanks.

Of course, when Mammon was on one of your sides, Belphie was on the other. After all, this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You were practically asking for him to come and snuggle up to your flank.

Belphie's chin would tuck into the incline of your shoulder, and his arms would curl around your ribs. This elicited a cacophony of disagreement from his brothers, but he paid no attention to them.

You had no issue with his arrangement, but you did have to occasionally pry his arms from around your middle in order to adequately move around. This would rouse him for a moment. Long enough for him to blink over at what you're doing, emit a hum of approval, and go back to sleep. Oh well.

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thank you for reading (again, possibly)! <3

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apollo1three · 13 days ago

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Fog

Rating: PG

Pairing: Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: None

Word count: Roughly .3K

A/N: Another one that coffee is involved in.

Images belong to Solmare.

Summer Obey Me blurbs

Sitting on the steps in front of the House of Lamentation you look into the fog covered street. Watching the random shift of shadows and lights just past the gate.

It’s become a new part of your weekend routine, making yourself a cup of coffee and then spending some time watching the sky of the Devildom lighten while sipping on the beverage.

There’s just one thing missing.

Hearing the door open you raise your mug to take another small sip, feeling the steam rise to wash across your face. Steady steps and you grin. “Are we playing the ‘Did Lucifer sleep or work all night’ game this morning?”

You don’t bother turning. Just lean back as a set of longer legs frames yours from the step above, feeling buttons along your back paired with a tired exhale you have your answer. Lifting the mug so the bottom is seated in the palm of your hand with the handle turned towards him.

“I lost track of time.” When the weight leaves your hand you lower it down and place it on his knee, leaning back more so your back is pressed against the middle of his chest. A slide of fabric and his arm is wrapping around your front so his gloved fingers are resting along your collarbone.

“I swear you like being exhausted.” Teasing when you hear a small hum from him, having taken a sip of the dark liquid.

“Or maybe I do it on purpose so I have an excuse to share your coffee in the morning.” It’s his turn to tease as the mug appears in your peripheral vision, taking it back from him to find the fluid a lot lower than when you had handed it to him.

“I guess you’re lucky I love you since I don’t like sharing my coffee.” Frowning as you take a smaller sip than you wanted to try and make the beverage last. Your words get you a chuckle before his other arm repeats the motion of the first.

“I certainly am.” Dropping his chin to rest atop your head as his arms tighten around you.

As silence descends you enjoy his presence, a calm before the storm so to speak, since you’ve yet to have a quiet day in the Devildom.

You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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apollo1three · 13 days ago

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Hi hi!! ^^ It’s me again, the one who requested the artist reader :>> i wanted to share another request if ever you choose this one <33 this might be a little suggestive, but not too much, just kissing them-

GN! Mc with the brothers (+solomon if you can!) who just suddenly approaches them and gives them a kiss on the lips, slightly making it last long on purpose before pulling back, turning around and walking away without a word and as if nothing even happened. It can be a bit funny, at the same time just a little teasing towards them :))

Thank you for such a fun and cheeky idea, it has the perfect mix of teasing, surprise, and a little bit of chaos😆

Stolen kisses

Their stunned response to MC’s kiss

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

Genre: Fluff / Comedy / Light Romantic Tension

MC kisses them suddenly, slow, lingering, teasing, and walks away like nothing happened. The tension? Unmatched.

LUCIFER

You approached him while he was lost in thought . He was standing near the stairs, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other cradling a glass of demonus. His eyes flicked toward you with their usual cool precision, but before he could speak, your lips pressed to his. Slow, controlled. Deliberate. His breath caught, not because he wasn’t expecting it, but because of how long it lasted. You pulled back, your eyes locking with his for one slow heartbeat… then you turned and walked away. No words. No smirk.

Behind you, Lucifer’s fingers twitched, his glass forgotten. “…You little minx,” he muttered under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You’ll pay for that later."

MAMMON

Oi, MC, whatcha—" You kissed him. No warning. No teasing glance. Just lips to lips, hands grazing the lapels of his jacket as you leaned in and took your time. His hands flailed at first, then landed lightly on your waist as he made a shocked little noise into the kiss. When you pulled away, Mammon looked completely short-circuited. You turned and walked off without even looking back.

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then finally yelled, "HUH?! W-WHAT WAS THAT?! YOU CAN'T JUST... WAIT, COME BACK!"

But he was smiling like an idiot, face beet red.

LEVIATHAN

He was sitting on the floor of his room, headphones on, watching an anime when you climbed into his space. He barely registered your presence until your lips were already on his. It was soft at first… then firmer. Deeper. You lingered, fingers brushing against the side of his neck. When you pulled away, Levi's eyes were wide and glossy behind his bangs.

"ERROR. ERROR. SYSTEM OVERLOAD," he stammered, face flushed to the tips of his ears. You winked and walked out. "YOU NORMIE—wait… wait, I-I think I need to lie down."

SATAN

He was leaning over a book in the library when your shadow crossed his page. He looked up with a gentle, questioning smile. You didn’t say anything, just cupped his jaw and kissed him slowly, your lips brushing once, twice, and lingering. He dropped the book. It hit the floor with a soft thud.

You broke the kiss and walked away.

He sat frozen for a long second, processing. Then, with a slow, pleased smirk, he murmured, "Well… that was utterly dangerous of you."

ASMODEUS

You found him admiring himself in the mirror, humming a tune. He turned just in time for you to kiss him. His eyes widened, then fluttered closed as he leaned in with a pleased sigh. He kissed back, far too willingly, and when you pulled away and turned to leave, he gasped.

“MC!” he called dramatically, lips still tingling. “You can’t just tease me like that! Ugh, my heart! I need another, no, five more! Come back here!”

BEELZEBUB

He had food in both hands, halfway through a chocolate pastry. When you stepped close and tugged gently at his sleeve, he looked down at you, confused. Before he could ask, your lips met his. He froze, his snack forgotten. You kissed him gently, warmly. He blinked down at you, chewing paused.

You pulled back and walked away with a wink.

He stood still for several seconds. Then slowly took another bite. “…I think that tasted better than the pastry,” he mumbled.

BELPHEGOR

You caught him dozing on the planetarium couch. He cracked one eye open lazily. "What is it...?"

You leaned down and pressed a long, sleepy kiss to his lips. He hummed into it , drowsy but clearly enjoying it. When you pulled back, he blinked slowly. “Mm… come back here,” he murmured, reaching for you.

But you were already walking away with a grin. “…Rude,” he mumbled, curling back up with a smirk.

SOLOMON

He was brewing something in the kitchen. Focused. Serious. Until your lips brushed his. A teasing little kiss that turned deeper when he didn't pull away. His hand stilled over the spoon, then moved to your waist. But before he could lean in further, you pulled away and turned like nothing happened.

Solomon stared after you.

Then chuckled. “Oh, you’re playing a dangerous game, dear MC. And I do love dangerous games.”

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apollo1three · 13 days ago

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How the Boys Cockwarm

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Lucifer

He likes to do it while he is working on meaningless paperwork. While he’s sorting out things like the damages to the house, the food bills, and mammons credit card bills etc. He’ll rub your back while you listen to him complain about how his brothers are and how they don’t seem to care about all the stress they put him under as the eldest brother. It’s a good way for him to relax and he loves doing it with you.

Mammon

When his brothers have been shitting on him. He’ll hold you close and cry in your shoulder, or rant about how they should treat the great mammon better. When he’s crying he expects you to rub his head while whispering sweet nothings to him, telling him how great he is and how his brothers are just jealous of him. When he is ranting and angry he just wants you to agree with him and at least look like you’re angry, he thinks you’re so cute with an angry pout on your face.

Levi

Of course while he is gaming. He likes to have you facing the screen so you can see everything but if you don’t want to then it’s fine, he can describe everything to you while you bury your face into his neck. He likes hearing you gasp when he gets angry and slams his hands on the desk or moves around. He also enjoys it when you’re the one playing the game because he likes to be there helping you and giving you pointers.

Satan

Obviously he does it while studying. Studying stresses him out but having you so close to him helps him keep calm. He likes seeing how red your face is while doing it. He also loves to do it when he feels like he’s going to explode from how angry his brothers make him, he’ll come into your room and roughly pull you down onto him only to pull you into his chest and hold you close while he complains about whatever his brothers did to make him so angry.

Beel

I’ve said this before but, he likes to cockwarm you after a game. While he’s still all sweaty and tired and ready to shovel as much food into himself as he can. You have your arms wrapped around his neck and can feel every movement as he reaches over to get more food, pulling you along with him. He of course offers you food cuz he’s a good boy and wants to make sure you get something to eat too.

Belphie

While he’s sleeping. If you’re laying on your side he’ll pull one of your legs over his hip and insert himself before snuggling into your neck and falling asleep. He also likes to have you on top of him tho, he wraps his arms around you holding you tightly to his chest, he can feel the movement of your chest when you breathe. If he wakes up before you he’ll just adjust yourselves and go back to sleep until you awaken.

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Lucifer Head-cannons

He always walks on the street side of the sidewalk when you’re out together. It’s an old-fashioned habit, but he swears it’s “just logical safety.” (It’s not. He’s being protective and sweet.)

Lucifer loves slow dancing with you in the privacy of his room. Even without music, he’ll pull you into his arms and sway gently, resting his chin on your head and closing his eyes like he’s finally at peace.

He keeps a framed photo of the two of you hidden in his desk drawer. If you ever find it, it’s accompanied by a flustered scoff and a “That’s none of your business.”

Lucifer is a forehead kisser. Always. It’s his way of grounding himself, showing love without words, and silently telling you “You’re mine, and I’ll protect you.”

You’re the only one he lets touch his hair. After long days, he practically melts into your lap if you run your fingers through it. He tries to act unaffected, but the soft sigh he lets out gives him away.

He has a sixth sense for when you’re upset. Even if you try to hide it, he’ll appear beside you with his arms crossed and that stern voice of his softened: “Something’s wrong. Tell me.”

He always brings you back something from his council trips to the human world. A rare book, your favorite snack, a flower he thought was pretty—he remembers everything you like.

Lucifer secretly listens to your favorite songs. If you ever catch him humming one while doing paperwork, don’t expect him to admit it. (“Coincidence,” he insists, while blushing.)

If you fall asleep in his study while he’s working, he’ll take off his jacket and drape it over you before continuing his work with a soft smile. He works better knowing you’re nearby and safe.

He loves the sound of your laughter more than any symphony. He doesn’t always show it, but when you laugh, he watches you like you’re the sun and everything else fades away.

Lucifer sometimes leaves sticky notes on your mirror in the morning. Little reminders like “Eat before class.” or “You looked beautiful yesterday.” in his neat handwriting.

He’ll carry you to bed if you fall asleep somewhere else. You’ll wake up tucked under warm blankets, with a faint scent of his cologne, and maybe a kiss pressed to your temple.

He keeps your favorite tea or drink stocked in his private stash, even if he doesn’t like it. He’ll prepare it for you himself, saying, “Only the best for the one I love.”

He teaches you piano just to have an excuse to sit close. His hands gently guiding yours, his voice low in your ear—it’s one of his favorite shared moments.

He plans secret “no brothers allowed” dates. Fancy dinners in the human world, stargazing in the Devildom garden, or a simple night in with a record playing—he just wants uninterrupted time with you.

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