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Are u gay?

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finally my reflection shows who i am inside

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Today is a very special day

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He came home on the first ten pull 🥰😩

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HEYO! Can i ask for some fluff please!! Specifically, the brothers react to mc being in an extra affectionate mood and they decide to cup their demon s/o's face and pepper their face with kisses. Then pulling away after a while with a giddy smile. When the bros ask what the occasion was or why, they would just shrug and say that they just felt like it. Theb smile sweetly

Just lucifer and beel is completely fine if you cant do all of the brothers! THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Kiss, Kiss! (Lucifer and Beelzebub)

LUCIFER

His forehead throbs in pain as he stares at the latest report sent to him for approval—another financing proposal for new constructions, and the demon sighs.

There's already a pile besides him that's now taller than his head.

Lucifer straightens his back, and adjusts his glasses so that they now rest on his nose and not threaten to fall off from his face. He dips the ornate fountain pen in ink, and resumes his monotonous work.

With the renovations taking place in the library, and with five new classrooms being built, fifty-five thousand grimm would not be enough to cover it all, given that inflation is at an all-time high at eight percent—

"Are you....busy?"

He looks up, eyes darting towards the doorway where you wait, smiling at him.

"Hey," He says, still holding the pen between his fingers. "Have my brothers been up to their usual shenanigans again?"

Mammon will be hanged upside-down from the chandelier this time, with enchanted ropes for an extra punch. In hell's sake, Lucifer hopes the demon hasn't gone and committed another mistake that he will have to fix.

"No," You affirm, staring at the man who has resumed his work. "I...wanted to be with you for a while, if you're free though." You mumble the last part, and when Lucifer looks up at you from his glasses you have the urge to hide your face. "A-Are you busy?"

What a stupid question. When is he not swarmed with work?

Although, you find that your words have had their effect on the demon, for Lucifer is now sporting that dopey grin that you've come to see in his most vulnerable moments.

"Come here," He asks, putting down his pen.

You oblige.

It's the same old, same old. In the way that you approach him when he's swarmed with work, banishing the solitude that the demon surrounds himself with. When you place yourself on his lap and let Lucifer find his peace with you.

But this, this is new.

He looks on, puzzled, as you cup his face in your hands, their warmth soothing. Your thumb, which brushes across his cheekbones as he's done to you many times before. When your lips are dangerously close, tempting the man.

He expects your lips on his; but Lucifer is equally surprised and happy when you place a kiss on his temple, the action gentle and affectionate. From there, you move towards his cheeks, his forehead, brushing past stray hairs, and the demon closes his eyes and basks in your affection that you generously give him, letting you do as you please.

This is nice.

"Why this sudden burst of affection, love?" He mumbles, placing a kiss on your forehead as he speaks. "Although I'm not complaining."

"Just felt like it."

You shrug, and Lucifer raises a brow.

"Oh?" He places his hands on your waist, head buried into the crook of your neck. You feel his lips there, warm and soft. "I suppose I may just have to be more busy now, if that is what will take for you to give me attention."

"I was the one asking for it!"

He laughs, the sound muffled in your skin.

BEELZEBUB

"There you go."

"Thank you!"

You grab hold of the bowl which is too big for you to handle, but given that you are making dinner for seven demons, including one adorable avatar of gluttony, you suppose the ladle which is as big as your fist is necessary.

Although you'll do whatever it takes to make your demon smile.

Beel stands behind you, watching the stew bubble. The fire from the stove reflects in his eyes, and the kitchen is immersed in a warm glow that banishes the cold that usually seeps in.

It's cozy.

And when you're the one cooking, Beel knows that he has to be patient. Wait, for it makes it all the more better, and also because you'll smack his hand with a spoon otherwise.

You turn around, and the demon takes a step back and sits on a chair, wanting to give you enough space to manoeuvre. He watches you put some dried newts in the bubbling pot, and when you turn towards him Beel assumes you may need something from the shelf behind him.

But you instead wrap your arms around his shoulders and bend down.

His face feels warm.

The demon closes his eyes and lets you do as you wish—pressing kisses on his face—a peck on his cheeks, another on his temple, somewhere on his nose, your lips are perhaps the best thing he's ever felt, and affection blossoms inside him.

It's so sudden, and yet welcome.

Beel smiles, pulling you closer.

It's in moments like these where he feels that he's complete, his eons-old grief temporarily forgotten, because you give him the strength to grow around it. It's when he knows that you are here and you love him, and Beelzebub loves you too.

He basks in the affection you give him, and the demon never fails to tell you that he loves you too.

"Heh..." Your Beel murmurs, cheeks turning pink. "That was sudden, but it felt nice. Though I can't help but ask, why?"

"Felt like it," You say, and smile. The same smile he wants to see on your face, the one he loves so much.

And what will he not do to ensure that he's able to make you happy.

"Could you..," He fumbles with his hands, nervous. "Kiss me again?"

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The stages of flustering this old, emotionally-stunted man:

(disclaimer: please do not attempt this unless Lucifer is really tired. Otherwise he will turn the situation against you and he’ll be very smug about it)

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Hi, could I please request some headcanons of the obey me brothers with a mc who likes to sit on their lap?

Ofc you can <3 Hope it’s to your liking :)

Obey Me! Brothers w/ a MC that likes to sit on their lap

Warnings: suggestive?, fluff mostly

Lucifer:

-at first, he was confused as to why you suddenly sat on his lap while he was working

-but he just smiles and gets back to what he’s doing

-gives you kisses on the head every now and then

-soft for you

-lets u do it when u wanna

Mammon:

-blushes

-you just sit there smiling tho

-you’re so cute MC you’re gonna kill him

-like imagine an arrow going straight into his heart- that how he felt when you did it

-craves it bc of the closeness but will deny it

-“Of course you wanna sit on the Great Mammon’s lap!”

Levi:

-gets rlly flustered every single time

-like he literally implodes

-why would u wanna do something like that with a yucky otaku??

-but you don’t get off of him even when he’s playing his game

-he loves it

Satan:

-smirks for a minute with a slight rosy tint on his cheeks

-appreciates the company while he’s reading

-has one arm holding you

-please help him he’s screaming on the inside he adores you

Asmo:

-smirks too thinking it was you being needy (ifykyk)

-but realized it’s not bc of that (that time at least)

-He hugs you close and doesn’t wanna let you go

-NEEDS it every day now

Beel:

-happily allows you to

-has one hand on your waist every time

-likes it a lot

-smiles warmly and asks if you’re ok

-if u are, he’s asking you if u wanna go to eat somewhere or just stay n cuddle

-if you aren’t, he comforts you

Belphie:

-it’s kinda hard to since he’s almost always laying down

-but you still try it anyways

-he smirks and holds you tight

-pulls u down with him

-you’re cuddling for the next few hours good luck

-likes the warmth

-wants u to do it but never says it

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Taglist: @polly-loves-chocolate @sinnersft @milkandcookies-post @chirikoheina @angryhope @cafesho

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Doodled them, this was way funnier in my head LMFAO

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They go Bra Shopping

Lucifer: What size is your... Boobs? Is that what you call Them?

Mammon: Yo shawty what size them cha cha bingos?

Leviathan: Hurry up. What is the size of your balloons I need to catch up on the fan meet!

Satan: How big are those hand warmers Ma?

Asmodues: Hey Mommy! What size are your tits?

Beelzebub: I'm sorry for being disrespectful but what size are your honkers?

Belphegor: Take off your shirt and show me your breast.

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— just you is what i really need when you go home and come back earlier than expected ; title creds

lucifer is a busy man and even with your leave, he sticks to his usual routine without a moment’s break. (save for when one of his brother’s caused yet another form of trouble, of course.) but it’s late at night, when his head throbs and his body aches, that he misses you the most, sinking down into his chair. you’d chastise him for working so late, lucifer lets out a funny sort of half laugh as he thinks of you, scolding him for not taking better care of himself. then you’d sit with him, providing a helping hand to the burdens that rest heavy on his shoulders. something sharp pangs in lucifer’s chest and he knows he will have to bear uncomfortably with it, lodging itself in his being until you return. lucky for the demon, that was to come sooner than he expected. the hands in his hair make him stiffen at first, callous words simmering on his tongue, but he soon recognises the touch, melting at its familiarity. “you’re back early,” he comments, trying to keep his voice steady. and you hum amusedly at the attempt, “needed to look after you.” with your reply comes a promise - that you’re truly back, real, and for the avatar of pride no less - and lucifer lets the smile grace his expression as he tugs at one of your hands to press a kiss to your palm. “thank you.”

mammon had moped even before you left, the announcement that you’d be returning to the human world for a while enough to leave his spirits dampened. when you’d actually gone, he seemed to trod around the house of lamentation like a little puppy, lost on what exactly to do. and it was day five when he caved and whined down the phone to you, a loud cry of “i could’ve come with you! i’m supposed to be ya first man!” the responding laugh had warmed mammon’s core, despite the tinny receiver, but it does little to soothe the ache in his heart as he settles down for the night, your pillow between his arms to make up for your absence. you should’ve known mammon wouldn’t be in his room but yours when you went to surprise him, slipping through the halls. you find him tucked in your bed, face pressed against your sheets, though the creak of the door had him jumping upwards at the intrusion, half expecting someone to scold him for slinking into your room. instead he was met with a smile. your smile. in an instant, mammon’s launching himself at you, blankets catching at his waist as he holds you close. “you - you’re back!” he eventually splutters, words tumbling from curved lips. all it takes is a nod of your head for mammon to pull you closer and you grin, “couldn’t help it, i missed my first man.”

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