#Lucifer Imagines

[married-to-google-translater]

Can I get headcanons for Lucifer reacting to the reader getting really mad at him and instead of talking about her feelings, she teaches Diavolo slang to get back at him. I just want headcanons of Lucifer suffering as Diavolo says "pog".

Lucifer

You and Lucifer were arguing about something really stupid.

About something that didn't even matter.

But you were stressed about studying.

And Lucifer was stressed about the paperwork.

So now you're taking stress out on each other.

And you were indeed losing the argument.

Because Lucifer is Lucifer…

And arguing with him is not a good idea.

Unless you have a death wish.

So you decided to go and lick your wounds.

When you were on your way to your room, you ran into Diavolo by chance.

And you stayed to chat with him for a while.

It calmed you down.

Diavolo had the ability to make you smile.

Diavolo wanted to make you feel better.

So he asked you to teach him human slang.

And why refuse ;)

Diavolo would be a quick learner indeed.

Lucifer wouldn't understand what he said the next time they had to talk.

He should ask Satan for help.

Because you sit in the middle of a circle of salt and refuse to talk to him XD

[alastorthirsty]

Warm Soup Belly - Lucifer x f!reader

Written for the benefit of @the-other-soup, shared with all of you for good will.

Words: 774

Warnings: None?

Requests are still open! Comments sustain me!

“Ah, warm soup belly,” Lucifer says as he walks into your shared bedroom. He kisses your cheek before going to the closet to change. “My compliments to the chef!”

You smile and put down the magazine you’re reading. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I can’t remember the last time I ate food prepared for me by someone who…” A glowing blush spreads across his face. “Someone who…loves me.”

The last part was a near whisper, a hopeful sound, carrying with it an eager undertone.

You smile at him and open your arms. “Come, come. I want to hold you.”

He emerges from the closet like a bullet, wearing adorable blue and ducky pyjamas. He gets into bed quickly and presses up against your side. “You’ll never have to tell me twice.”

You kiss his cheeks and wrap your arms around him. You keep your pleasured noises to yourself so that you could focus on his. He presses his face against your neck, all gasps and quiet little moans that never fail to make your clit throb.

“You know…” You turn your head just enough to kiss his blond hair. “You’ve been a really good boy lately.”

Lucifer gasps and shudders when you say that. He speaks with all the hope and excitement of a child on Christmas morning. “I have?”

You kiss the top of his head again and begin to explore his body, enjoying every little shiver from your sweet little ruler of all Hell. The smirk tugging at your cheek feels damn near permanent. Your hand gets lower and lower and then he’s muttering incoherently. All you understand is the word “please”.

You palm him through the ducky pyjamas and feel a hard, thick erection pressed along the seams.

You smirk grows. “Ah, you’ve been a very good boy.”

“Really?” he asks, hips grinding against your hand. “I’ve been good for you?”

Your palm moves again, stroking him through his pyjamas. When he gasps it’s more of a whine, pitched just enough to match the frantic rubbing against your hand.

“Now, now,” you say, and Lucifer whines again, afraid this delicious friction was going away. You kiss his cheek to soothe him, reassure him. “You take what I give you, understand?”

Lucifer breaths faster, nodding against your shoulder. “Yes ma’am, yes ma’am, sorry, I just…So sorry, ma’am.”

You push his pyjamas down and his cock springs up to his belly, precum beading at the tip. Lucifer’s eyes are begging you and his mouth tries to find words, but they won’t come. You use your thumb to spread the fluid over the head of his cock.

“I-I-I…” Lucifer’s voice moves up a pitch and his body shakes. “Please, please, please…”

“Oh, are you falling apart already?” You nuzzle the top of his head when he starts whimpering against your neck. “Good boy.”

After a lingering kiss to his forehead, you lean over to the beside table and grab some lube. You wanted him to experience pure pleasure, no discomfort. Spreading some of it on your palm, you wink at Lucifer before taking him by the root of his cock.

With a loud moan, Lucifer curls around you, panting. His mouth hangs open slightly and his face pinks up. As your hand moves higher on his cock, he starts to whine and beg.

You smile at him and kiss his forehead. “Good, good, that’s good. Who do you belong to?”

“You, my love, you,” he whispers frantically.

You stroke his cock with one hand and his hair with the other. Lucifer comes more and more undone and you know it won’t last long. A smirk tugs at your lips again.

“You are so beautiful,” you whisper softly against his hair. “So beautiful and so good for me. A perfect little angel.”

You keep whispering to him, pumping his cock, your thumb catching the slit over and over. Lucifer hangs onto you for dear fucking life as he starts to tremble.

“Please, please, please,” he whispers against your neck.

“Please what, angel?”

“P-please,” he whispers, “let me come.”

“Such a good boy, asking so politely,” you remark. “Come for me, sweet boy.”

He’s always so beautiful when he comes. Even as his body jerks and trembled, his handsome features are always heightened by pleasure.

Once he starts to catch his breath, you hold up your cum-splattered hand and Lucifer does not hesitate in licking them clean.

You smile at him fondly again. “Good boy.”

[fanficsat12am]

Echoes of Unwritten Words

pairing: Lucifer x reader

wc: 1.3k

prompt: "You sent letters?"

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜

“No matter how far we are apart, my heart will continue to yearn for you until the world brings you back into my arms again. Only then shall I be at peace”. These were the last words you heard from Lucifer before you had left for the human world. You kept those words close to your heart for what felt like a millennium, counting each minute that passed until you would reunite again with your love. 

As you stand in front of his office, you feel your heart beating like a drum, the excitement inside you having bubbled for weeks on end. It had been months since you had seen him last, with the new school year finally letting you return to the Devildom once again. Like a moth looking for its flame, you yearned to bask in his warmth once again. Turning the knob, the door opens to reveal Lucifer slumped on his desk. Despite hearing the door creak open, he doesn’t bother to tear his focus away from his work. 

“Luci!” you call out, sending a bright smile his way as you step inside the office.

He hums, gaze never leaving the piece of parchment in front of him.

“My Love?” The sound of his pet name rolling off your tongue used to have him melting where he stood. But now, a sharp glare is sent your way instead, his crimson eyes absent of the loving glint it once held. 

Even as the days pass, your mind continued to search for answers as to what could have caused such a flip in your relationship. It feels like you were once again in square one, back to when you had first come to Devildom. You've tried to talk to him about it time and time again, but he always brushes you off. He either feigns being busy or flat out refuses to talk to you. Letting out a huff, you walk to his office with determination in your stride. You are getting to the bottom of this if it is the last thing you're going to do. You knock on the door to his bedroom, hearing his call to enter. 

“Don’t refer to me with such familiarity. Now please, see yourself out.” He says before continuing to scribble away with his pen in hand. The excitement you once held is now crushed to smithereens and ground into powdered dust. Despite the stinging pain in your chest, you take a deep breath and nod, taking your leave. As you close the door, your thoughts race with questions.

‘What happened?’ ‘Did I do something?’ ‘That’s impossible, I haven’t talked to him in months… Is that why he’s mad?’ 

As he sees you step into the room, he can’t help but roll his eyes. “MC, I’ve already told you. I’m not able to join you. Must you be so insistent…”

You ignore his comment, taking a seat on the couch just across his bed. As you stare into his eyes, you want to grovel from the sheer fear welling inside of you, but at the same time awe at its crimson beauty. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever may come next.

“Lucifer, talk to me. I mean, did I do something wrong? Why are you being so…distant.”

He scoffs at your words. “I have not the slightest clue as to the nonsense you’re talking about, MC,” he glares before continuing, “Now if you’d please leave me be. I don’t have the time to entertain your mindless ramblings.”

You cross your arms, “No.”

The room suddenly feels colder than before as he furrows his brows, a questioning glare setting in. “Excuse me?” his voice deep, almost threatening.

“No. There’s obviously something wrong, so please, talk to me.” 

Lucifer lets out a huff as he crosses his arms. “That’s rich coming from you,” he sneers.

Your eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?”

Lucifer is silent for a moment, pursing his lips as his gaze drops. You take a step towards him, lifting your hand out to reach him. But just as it's inches away, he finally speaks.

“345 letters…” He grits his teeth, taking a shaky breath, “I sent 345 letters…and not once did you ever care to send one back.”

The look of pain in his eyes feels like a knife straight to the heart, but the puzzled expression on your face doesn't disappear.

The demon turns to focus his gaze onto the window of his room. “For nights, I poured my heart…my soul…my entire being into the parchment. And despite how many I had sent, I still knew that they could never convey even a fraction of my love.” Despite only being a few feet away, it feels like you were still in two different realms. Only now do you see the tall walls he had once again rebuilt in your absence.

“Lucifer-”

“It’s an embarrassment how much you had me wrapped around your fingers. I should have stopped after receiving nothing a few days into it. But no, I was a fool blinded by love and still clung onto that stupid idea that perhaps I’d receive even the smallest of signs that you’d missed me too. That I had crossed your mind even once…” His hand wraps into a fist, tightening to form crescent shaped marks onto his delicate skin. Through gritted teeth, he says, “I see it was never the case.” 

No. That’s not true at all. You would have gone through hell and back to be with him again. You have to fight the want to just spew out to him that what he’d said couldn’t have been farther from the truth. First, you have to get one thing straight. What letters was he talking about? Even as you try to rack your brain for anything about letters, you turn up with nothing. 

“Luci I…” You try to piece your words together as you reluctantly place a hand on top of his broad shoulder in comfort. Lucifer’s body tenses under your touch, a touch that once made his once cold heart melt and now seemingly makes his blood freeze. 

“Spare me your excuses, MC.” he hisses. 

“Look. I– I know it looks bad, but I– I just– I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Do not stoop so low as to lie to me.”

“But I’m not! Please just listen to me!”

“I’ve had enough of this. Get out.”

“No.”

“I said get o-”

Using both hands, you guide his face into your gentle hold. You stare at his widened eyes, the windows that showed the hurt, heartache, and turmoil brewing within him—all because of you. 

“Lucifer Morningstar. I have counted every second of every minute until I can see you again. It broke me that I could only hear your voice in the comfort of my dreams. I waited for something, a text or perhaps a note, but nothing came. I swear to all that is good that not once have I received a letter…” 

Lucifer fights a waging war inside of him, one that has lasted for months, with neither side yielding. A part of him screams ludicrous. It was impossible that you hadn’t seen any of his letters, letters that he had poured his heart and secrets onto, ones that he had written in the dead of night to alleviate the pain of longing you had left. 

“Even if what you say is true, why hadn’t you at the very least tried to reach out to me? To any of us?”

“I did, but my magic isn’t strong enough to use in this realm, let alone send a message to you from another”

Your thumb runs along his cheek, eyes set on his.

His gaze falls as he takes a deep breath “I don’t…”, he pauses, pursing his lips.

“I don’t know how you can fix this one, MC”

A/N: I'M NOT DEAD. Hope you enjoy my first fully angst fic <33. I'll be posting Demon Slayer, Obey Me (and l&d maybe) alternately too keep it all balanced. Would love to know your thoughts on this fic and if I should make a part 2. Thank you and see you in the next one :)

[supernaturalfreewill]

You were doing your best to hide your trembling, but it wasn't working. Lucifer's eyes seemed to bore right into you.

"You're so pretty," he purred, his eyes flickering over your face. "Is that why Sam and Dean keep you around? Eye candy? So, so pretty... Sometimes you humans can be truly beautiful, you know?" He got up and paced around you, circling like a shark. "Beautiful, but fragile. So easily broken..."

You steeled yourself and managed to find your voice. "If you're going to kill me, just do it. I'd prefer that to this deranged monologuing."

Lucifer froze and, to your surprise, smiled and chuckled. "Kill you? Now why would I do that? That would be quite a waste."

Prompt: "You're so pretty. So, so pretty. Sometimes you humans can be truly beautiful, you know? Beautiful, but fragile. So easily broken."

Happy Supporting Character Saturday!

[tojirights]

Hello! Would you be able to do Lucifer and the prompt "Your body was made for mine."?

lucifer loves nothing more than to have his hands all over you. he worships every inch of your skin, kissing from your ear all down your neckz all the while whispering sweet praises as he does. "you’re so beautiful, so gorgeous." he sighs, his hands falling to your hips. "see how well my hands hold you here? its like you were made for me, baby." each praise, each kiss, sends a flurry of emotions through you. his hands slide further down, grabbing the fat of your ass, making you bite back a moan. "this body deserves to be worshipped."

[roseyreveries]

Stormy Night In

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Summary: A large thunderstorm rolls through LA, taking out the power in Lucifer’s penthouse, leaving you both in there alone together until it passes by.

CW: Fluff and that’s it, quick short one shot <3

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The storm outside was relentless, its fury a dramatic display of nature’s power. Thunder rolled through the night, and lightning illuminated the cityscape in stark, fleeting flashes. Inside Lucifer Morningstar’s penthouse, however, the usual brightness was replaced by a more intimate glow. The power had gone out, leaving only the soft flicker of candles to light the room.

You and Lucifer were in the midst of setting up candles, the dim, warm light casting dancing shadows on the walls. Lucifer, ever the devilishly charming figure, was making a grand affair out of the situation, his voice carrying its usual mix of amusement and allure.

“Well, this is rather delightful, isn’t it?” Lucifer said, his tone dripping with playful sophistication as he arranged the candles on a grand piano. “A little power outage—nature’s way of telling us to slow down and enjoy a bit of romance.”

You placed another candle on the coffee table, trying to ignore the occasional shiver of unease brought on by the storm. “Romance? I suppose if you look at it that way, it’s not so bad. But I can’t say I’m thrilled about the storm.”

Lucifer sauntered over, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken. The storm adds a certain…excitement. And look at us—two people stuck together in the dark, with nothing but candlelight and each other’s company.”

He took your hand and led you to the sofa, where the two of you settled under a soft blanket. The glow of the candles bathed his features in a warm light, making his usual devilish charm seem almost tender.

“Now, let me see,” he said, his voice dropping to a more seductive tone as he leaned closer. “How do we make the most of this delightful predicament?”

You laughed softly, feeling the tension of the storm outside begin to melt away under the influence of Lucifer’s charisma. “I suppose we could enjoy the quiet, have a little conversation, or maybe you could tell me one of your infamous stories.”

Lucifer’s grin widened. “Ah, stories. I’ve got a few that might just pique your interest. But first, let’s ensure we’re properly snuggled. The storm outside does have a certain…romantic quality, after all.”

With that, he drew you closer, his arm wrapping around you in a protective and affectionate embrace. The storm’s roar was a distant thunderous murmur, barely audible over the comforting warmth of his body and the flickering candlelight.

As you nestled into his side, Lucifer began recounting tales of his adventures and escapades, his voice a soothing balm against the storm’s chaos. His stories were a mix of intrigue, mischief, and undeniable charm, each one delivered with a flair that made the darkness feel a little less foreboding.

The storm outside raged on, but inside the penthouse, it was as if time had slowed. The candlelight, the warmth of Lucifer’s embrace, and his captivating stories created a cocoon of comfort and romance.

In that flickering light, with Lucifer’s presence enveloping you, the storm outside became a mere backdrop to a night of unexpected intimacy and connection. As the hours passed, the storm’s fury seemed to diminish, replaced by the gentle, soothing sound of Lucifer’s voice and the warmth of his embrace.

And so, in the heart of the storm, you found a quiet, perfect refuge, with nothing but the flickering candles and Lucifer’s enchanting presence to make the night truly unforgettable.

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Lucifer nearly dying, and you clinging onto him.

You had been right at the elevator doors when he came home. Dan had called, told you that your husband, Lucifer, was in a rough way, had nearly died on the job, and was in the hospital. This had been … extremely shocking, considering who Lucifer was, and the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be able to be hurt. But someone had found a way. You weren’t even on the West Coast when it happened, your own work taking you to the East, looking into buying property there for a new Lux nightclub. But you took the first plane back, went home, and waited. You had called Chloe when you landed, and she told you that he was about to be discharged so going to the hospital would only have wasted time. He walks in, Maze walking with him, and you instantly approach before he has a chance to step out of the elevator, walking him into it, holding him closely. “You nearly scared the life out of me,” You murmured into his clean shirt. “How - how could this have even happened?” “Some angel weapon that humans had gotten hold of,” Lucifer hissed, but he put his arm around you, resting his hand on your lower back. “Amenadiel was able to take it away, put it somewhere safe. But it is a comfort to have you here rather than on the other side of the country.” “If you think I’m leaving you anytime soon, you’re wrong,” You said, kissing his strong jawline. “You’re stuck with me. Like the smell of sulfur in hell.” “Could you at least wear the sexy nurse costume as you take care of me?” Lucifer asked with a smirk. “I could be persuaded.”

Requested by: Anonymous

[perplexedflower]

SPN Drabbles - 14/14: It Takes Two To Hunt

Fandom: Supernatural.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Lucifer x Female Reader.

Type: Drabble.

Words: 550.

Chronology: Any season.

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"That's disgusting. You're lucky you're cute."

Lucifer chuckled as I wiped the blood drops off my face with the back of my hand.

"I'm serious Luci. I swear, I won't ever take you hunting with me again if you keep on exploding every single creature we come across."

"Say what you want, but you can't deny it makes your job much easier." He teased me with a smug look on his face.

"Well yeah, that's the problem, it makes it too easy!" I told him with my arms crossed on my chest. "It takes all the fun out of hunting. And it always ends with me covered in weird monster blood."

He looked at me with a playful expression and a raised eyebrow, before dramatically turning his back to me.

"Always so ungrateful... I'm too good for you, you know that? You really don't deserve me and my overflowing kindness."

"Yeah, maybe." I let out unimpressively, too busy packing my things to pay attention to his mockery. "Now c'mon, let's go to the hotel, I'm beat."

"Yeah, 'cause you definitely killed all of those werewolves." He turned around while scoffing.

"All you did was snap your fingers." I said as I took a step forward in his direction. "Don't start pretending that was the most arduous task in the world."

I reached out for his hand and grabbed it tight, before looking up into his blue eyes, still as radiant, even in the moonlight.

"You know I don't like having to ask things twice, so please honey, take us back to the hotel room."

He smiled at me, a pure and loving smile, then rested a hand on one of my cheeks.

"Sure. But first, I want a kiss. It's the least you can do to thank me for my help."

I sighed with a grin and shook my head slowly: pressing my body against his, I got on the tip of my toes as I felt his other hand grab my lower back.

"You're impossible." I murmured, still smiling.

"I know." He whispered back, his warm breath bouncing off my skin. "That's why you love me so much."

His lips came to meet mine, soothing me into a feeling of love and passion. I closed my eyes and let myself succumb to his embrace, but barely a few seconds later, I found myself lying on the hotel room sofa, my body resting against his. I pulled away from our kiss and smiled gently.

"You could've teleported me into the shower, y'know." I spoke softly while running my hand through his dirty blonde hair. "I'm still covered in blood."

"I know, but I wanted cuddles." He said with a cute smile. "Besides, there's an easy way to fix this..."

Lucifer stretched out his arms and began removing my bloodied jacket, then followed with my blood-stained plaid shirt, both of which he threw on the ground next to the couch. I was left in my black tank top, which allowed him to caress my bare arms, the cold of his touch helping cool down my body temperature.

"That's only a temporary fix, though." I smiled. "My skin is still bloody."

"You'll scrub it off later." He said with a muffled voice, his head buried against my chest. "For now, let's snuggle."

[firephoenix23]

Like I literally have second hand embarrassment for Vox after seeing what Alastor ACTUALLY is like in a rivalry.

Like homie wishes he could be that close to Alastor 😂😂

[married-to-google-translater]

Request: Hello! May I please request for Yanderes Lucifer and Diavolo from Obey Me! And Lelouch from Code Geass. With a reader who really like their yandere traits? But not the killing part of course (if they kill someone) Thank you and Happy Birthday! I wish you a healthy life!

This request little late lol. Thank you much <3333

This is for Yan Lucifer now.

Diavolo is here

Yandere Lucifer

Oh so you clearly liked the most dominant men?

Oh if Lucifer had known that he would have kidnapped you long ago.

At first, Lucifer would have tried to play nice...

However, when he learns that you don't mind, normal behavior flies out the window.

Lucifer would give you rules that he would expect you to obey.

If you didn't object, he would be more gentle with you.

However, at first Lucifer would be suspicious.

Maybe you're just pretending to get away?

Lucifer soon learns that you're not really pretending.

This would make him happy.

Murder would be something you could negotiate about.

Lucifer is proud that you are his partner, he won't let anyone take you away.

Of course he could stop it but that would mean you couldn't leave his room.

Are you willing to pay the price?

[maopll]

"Dearest...I think that's enough"

"No its not"

And there goes another few rounds where you smother your boyfriends face with tons of kisses. He brought you many lipsticks and lip gloss, so it is only right you try to see the shade that matches, right? the shade, which makes his face feel even more ethereal. The only correct way to let people know that you're his and he's yours.

"Hmm... I think this shade suits your face better!" You moved the ones which made his face look more delightful. Shades of pink, red, coral, and all.

He did say that the number of kisses you gave him till then were enough, but deep down, he craved more. The way your soft lips felt against his skin left him breathless. The way areas where your lips left left a tingling and burning sensation, which, rather than being unpleasant, was more exciting

What was even more addicting was the way you would gently cup his face with your hands and attack his face ferverently. This was best for both of you. You get to have the ego boost after smothering or rather painting his face with your kisses, and he gets access to your unlimited display of affection.

"There! Now that's more like it you look like my lover now" putting emphasis on the word, you were grinning from ear to ear while admiring your masterpiece. When you tried to get up from his lap though...

"Now now dearest I think it is my turn to get what I have been seeking"

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[helluvapoison]

imagine leaving lipstick marks on lucifer

18+

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imagine harmlessly kissing his cheek before he heads out to a meeting. you pull back and laugh to yourself. lucifer looks at you dreamily but when your giggles don’t cease he gets nervous

“what? do i have something on my face?”

“yes, actually.” you sigh out a final bubble of laughter, scanning your vanity for a wipe to clean his cheek

lucifer’s breathe hitched when he peeped in the mirror. whipping around, he snatches your hands thus stopping your hunt. his eyes are wild, he’s literally bouncing with excitement

“gimme more,” he breathes

“luci, you were supposed to leave already!”

“please? pretty please with a cherry on top? one more and-and i’ll go. yeah, just one more.” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than you

“you, lucifer, the king of hell,” you stepped closer and closer until he stumbled back into your vanity. he completely forgot he was holding onto you. “are gonna go to a meeting covered in lipstick?”

lucifer whined, a heavy blush erupting across his face. his fingers tightened and he swallowed thickly on nothing

“covered?” he peeped

“oh you poor thing,” you hummed, “you can’t think about anything else, can you?”

you slid your leg between his and felt the answer. with a moan, lucifer’s head dropped back but you were quick to catch and cradle it. his hat fell and rolled off the vanity onto the floor. nosing his exposed neck had him trembling in anticipation

“please?” he slurred

“this isn’t responsible, ducky.” you replied, pulling his bow tie loose and adding it to the ground’s collection

“no,” lucifer agreed breathlessly

he pathetically gripped your shirt, trying desperately not to grind against your leg

“but it’s what you want?”

you were already unbuttoning his shirt with one, adept hand

“yes.”

even though lucifer knew it was coming, his body jolted when you kissed his neck. he was always so sensitive, so responsive, so good

you gifted him loving bruises that would later peak out of his collar, and in return he sang for you. his moans and whimpers were your favorite to hear and he never failed to give you what you wanted. lucifer couldn’t stop himself from rutting against your leg as you painted him in a shade that was undeniably you

after successfully transferring the lipstick onto lucifer, you retreated. gods did he whine when you did. you pulled his hair to force his gaze towards the mirror

“look how pretty you are,” you purred in his ear, gently planting a kiss there too

out of the corner of his eye, lucifer could see the collar you gave him. it damn near drove him over the edge. his dick was painfully hard, it was a miracle he didn’t cream his pants

“gonna go to that meeting?” you teased sweetly

lucifer shook his head like you’d asked something ludicrous, “nuh-uh.”

“good,” turning his head back to you, you presented the tube of lipstick, “i wanna get messy.”

[zephyrchama]

Can't stop thinking about the brothers calling MC "master" since that new teaser trailer came out. The game is called "One Master to Rule Them All." It's always been called that. This massive potential has been right in front of our eyes the whole time.

Lucifer, who only uses it in private when he's feeling particularly devilish. He wraps his arms around you, looks you right in the eye, and asks, "how does my master feel today, hmm?"

Mammon, who has an empty wallet and the urge to gamble: "Maaaster! Can I borrow some cash? I can, right? I'm your first, after all. I'll just take it from your wallet."

Leviathan, who wants to go to an anime collab cafe but is too anxious to go alone, so he begs you: "Please! Master! It's only open this week and I just have to collect all 24 limited edition cafe coasters! It'll be easier if we go together!"

Satan, who catches you when you stumble and jokingly asks, "are you okay, master?" He likes seeing the little sparks of wrath in your eyes that mirror his own.

Asmodeus, who thinks the word is hot and enjoys your reaction when he comes to steal you away from other people by saying "hey! I need to speak with my master. I'll be borrowing them for a while. I'm sure you don't mind."

Beelzebub, who hungrily stares at the food in the fridge with your name on it. He knows he needs to butter you up to have any chance of success: "Hey master, are you gonna eat that?"

Belphegor, who uses it at the most unexpected times. He texts the group chat, "does anyone know where our master is? I can't find them." It sets off a long chain of messages. "Master's not in their bedroom?" "Master? Haven't seen 'em." "Did you try yelling 'master!' and seeing if they respond?" "I saw master getting something to drink about an hour ago." "Master, are you reading our messages? I know you are." "I can't believe master is ignoring us." Several crying emoji are sent in quick succession.

Solomon and Barbatos, who witness the brothers doing this on occasion. Solomon turns to the latter and says, "You never call me your master. Want to give it a try?"

Barbatos looks at him with barely repressed revulsion. "I only have one master, and that is the Young Master. If you ever make such a joke again I will have you tried in court for lese-majeste."

[fullychaotichell]

Can't believe I haven't read the new chapter of OSAS because I was focused on finishing these silly joke doodles pfff

Okay, so, the premise of this joke is that Lucifer and Alastor's relationship has grown so much without anyone else knowing anything about it, but they're also both sillies who have funny ways of showing their friendship and now romance, so I just wanted to doodle that for fun pfff

Also, even tho they promised to keep their romance a secret, I BET these fuckers would get themselves caught, like, they've been caught looking romantic a dozen other times just by Vox alone, not to even mention other characters ppfpfpfp

Anyways, @morningstarwrites I had a peek at the new chapter and saw we're back to team HARD, I'm so happy pfpfpfpf

Bonus:

[inlovewithl3vi]

Lucifer: MC please stop this nonsense.

*MC standing in a salt circle*

MC: no

Lucifer: you know that doesn’t even work right?

MC: come and get me then.

Lucifer:…

[squeakyducky]

If MC wants someone to do a favour for them, all they have to do is go hug the character's arm, catch them off guard. Muster up the sweetest expression they can make and bat their pretty eyelashes at his questioning gaze and whisper out their wishes to him. And they're putty in your arms despite how smug they look. It works against even the difficult ones like Barbatos, Lucifer or Belphie. They WILL give into it. I guarantee it 100%. The easiest ones are, you guessed it Mammon, Levi and Beelzebub.