#coriannawrites

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Warnings: Depictions of violence, cannibalism, demons being demons

Which demon would let you be evil?

It was bound to happen. Threats about getting your heart ripped out thrown around left and right have made you a bit… prone to violence.

You just itch to call on your demon to eviscerate the incubus that couldn’t take no for an answer.

You’re prone to calling your demon to rid the area of creatures you don’t like.

To cut down the forest housing biologically necessary creatures that stung you once.

The answer is all of them. They love you— your newfound twisted nature is just a bonus.

And it’s not really, really twisted. It’s the Devildom, evil is the norm.

Sure does look good on you.

You’re at your most beautiful when you don’t see the need to call your demon to deal with a meddling imp. They aren’t worthy to be cursed by the presence of your pact demons, let alone Lucifer. No. You’ll kill them yourself.

Mammon knows Lucifer is wrong. You’re the sexiest when you steal for the fun of it. That succubus’s prized anklet? You wanted it so bad, you had no problem whistling for Mammon to drown her in the toilet while you pilfered her stuff. Mammon asked if you could make out after.

You’re cute when someone has something you want. Not in that disgusting greedy, sticky-fingers way, no— Levi knows you’re downright adorable when your eyes crinkle in distaste at an imp coming first. You worked so hard on that project. How could you let that lesser demon walk all over you, gloat all over you? One look towards Levi has him quivering, rushing to destroy the demon that’s worked you into an envious frenzy.

Envious frenzies are nothing compared to how stunning you are when you’re worked into a rage. Satan was peacefully reading, plotting to curse another one of Lucifer’s ties when you bathed in. He’s awestruck. The rage is oozing out of you, and when you grab him by the tie and tell him to erase the demon that humiliated you today, he’s more than happy to.

Bloodlust is sexy. Fullstop. Shaking, twisting, grinding at the Fall and Asmodeus wants to put his hands all over you. Please, let him. You tut, gently turning his face towards the succubus that had tried seducing him earlier. Wouldn’t it be so cute if she wasn’t bothering him anymore? You know you would both look good in blood red. Asmo loved your confidence.

Hunger kills. There’s a long line to Madam Screams, you’re starting to tap your foot impatiently. Beelzebub’s stomach growls. That sets you off, what sort of pact master would let your sweet little demon go hungry? You’re attractive as you step aside and tell Beel to clear the path. You’re to die for when you laugh and laugh that the long line is gone, ignoring the half-eaten hand sticking out of Beel’s mouth.

You’re cute asleep. Vulnerable, almost angelic. Belphegor knows your the furthest thing from angelic when you’re rudely woken up, interrupted from your dreams of world domination. Stupid lesser demon for barging in to your classroom. Didn’t she know you’d be in here, huh? She didn’t, and you knew that. Here’s what Belphie finds ridiculously attractive and annoying— you yawn and wave at him to do your bidding, ridding of the pest. He complains and grumbles about his own sleep, but he relishes it all the same.

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I keep coming back to this photo, because in another world MC could totally have their Elle Woods moment.

Alright. MC is dating Solomon. Or well, they were, before he broke it off with them for being too ditzy and non-sorcerery. Solomon’s off to the best sorcerer school, which so happens to have an exchange event with the very prestigious Royal Academy of Diavolo. He will be the very first human to form a pact with Lucifer.

MC is miffed. A bit pissed actually. They rant and rave to their friends, before coming up with a genius solution.

MC’s love for fashion doesn’t mean they’re ditzy— and they set off to prove Solomon wrong, and form the pact with Lucifer first. It’s a foolproof plan to win Solomon back with their awesome intelligence.

With the help of their supportive friends, MC studies their ass off, films the best introduction video ever made and gets into the academy, and consequently the exchange program.

Solomon, at first, is shocked MC made it to the academy. Through MC’s unappreciated genius, they slowly work their way up to surpassing their goal of forming a pact with Lucifer. No, they form a pact with all the brothers— forgetting their original goal. They like the brothers. And the brothers like them a bit too much.

Cue the best scene in Legally Blonde happening,

Unlike Legally Blonde, who MC ends up with isn’t set in stone. Maybe they rekindle their relationship with Solomon. Perhaps their interests lie with Lust incarnate. Or both. MC might seek higher positions, like a golden throne beside a certified prince. And his butler.

Hello. Today I offer you this.

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What would it take to get Barbatos to blush?

The butler is unbreakable, he doesn’t flinch when Diavolo “manages” to break out and pester Lucifer. He doesn’t blink when the Little D’s smash Diavolo’s most recent trophy, fixing it as good as new. 

You, in your devious nature, want to see more. You want to see Barbatos tremble, to flush under your ministrations. Physical touch works wonders. 

Your lovable, faux-stoic demon boyfriend gives you a gooey smile when you briefly hold his face, sighing into your touch. Not for too long though, Diavolo and work calls. 

If you’re feeling petty and bitter that Diavolo keeps coming in between your attempts to have a meet-cute-esque moment with Barbatos, ignore Barbatos. Not in a mean, crude way, but in an aloof way that has Barb vying for your attention. And you’ll give it to him, because you like him so much, don’t you?

Barb is glad to be of service to you, and you should reward him for his care– if you want to see his skin tinged red. A quick squeeze of his arm as you pass by gets him going, the feeling of a “forbidden” and fleeting romance Barb’s fantasy.

Kissing also works by the way.

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Lots and lots of nightbringer liberties taken here, and this is not a happy imagine:

But…

The one time MC participates in the “denying your partner a kiss trend”, they get sent back in time to a world where they haven’t started dating their partner.

It’s karma, when they reach a hand out for comfort and their demon looks at them in confusion and abject disgust.

MC is so, so very sorry. They wish they’d gotten one more kiss because it looks like they won’t be getting anything for a long time.

Lucifer doesn’t let them get close enough to try and it stings. The Lucifer MC knows would’ve leaned into their touch with a soft sigh and a kiss. This Lucifer is frazzled — more than usual— and wrangling not only the demon he created but the guilt that weighs him d own.

Mammon isn’t around long enough for them to try, always off chasing another high. And MC had loved his thrill-seeking nature, but not when they couldn’t join Mammon on their escapades.

Levi’s room is locked. MC saw him once and then never again. They went to open the door once, but a haggard looking Lucifer had turned the corner and warned them not to. They could always open the door, if they didn’t mind the high risk of death.

Kissing Satan? The Satan that’s an uncontrollable beast who wants to maim everything in his path, that Lucifer is struggling to contain? MC is foolish, but not foolish enough to go into uncharted territory. Even if they miss their Satan, a lot.

It’s easy to kiss Asmo. To touch him, to feel him, to hug him. But it’s not the same. The feelings MC pours into those hugs and kisses aren’t reciprocated, and it ends up hurting more than it heals. Their Asmodeus would kiss them like they were the most precious thing in the Devildom. This Asmo accepts their affection to feed the gaping maw of desire and insecurity in his soul. This is not their Asmo.

There’s always something in Beel’s mouth. If MC isn’t lucky, it could be them next. Beel is depressed post losing one of his loved ones, and sad people eat. As the avatar of gluttony, he’s famished, more than usual and he can barely control his urges. There’s no chance in hell MC will get what they want from him.

Belphegor is in a state where he’d probably kill MC if they tried. One— they’re not dating in this universe. Two— his sister died. He’s not exactly looking for a partner or lover right now, he probably thinks you’re a sick and twisted person for trying to. Mostly too lazy to fight MC off, but physical touch with him does not feel good.

Diavolo? Good luck. To get close enough to do so would mean you’re in close enough range for Barbatos to wring your neck like a dish towel. And he will, with no hesitation. Who does MC think they are, approaching the future demon king and begging for affection they’re not owed?

Barbatos is a bit distant. MC had expected this— Barbatos must’ve seen it, the timelines where MC tries (and fails) to get affection and comfort from him. He for one, does not want to provide it. Bugger off.

Bonus:

When things feel terrible (which they mostly are), Solomon is waiting with open arms.

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Brothers Who Tease Their Lovesick Siblings

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Asmo and Mammon propaganda

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Warning: an unfinished, unpolished idea but

Imagine the demon brothers ribbing each other if they find out a brother likes MC

Picture Asmo and Mammon. Asmodeus wants to give Mammon a little push to confessing to MC. Even if Mammon won’t admit it, Asmo can feel it— and see it, you’d have to be blind to not notice how Mammon swoons after MC or tries to look cool in front of them.

From all their late night gossip sessions, where Mammon keeps mentioning suspiciously detailed hypotheticals involving what MC looks for in a date, Asmo knows he has to step in. If he doesn’t, MC and Mammon will be recreating a “one who got away montage”.

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“Love?! You think I'm in love?" Mammon throws his head back and laughs, flushing from the neck down.

Asmodeus raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow, hyperfocusing on filing his nails.

“Sure Mammon, you aren’t in love. You just want to kiss them so bad–”

“No. I. Don’t!” Mammon squawks, slamming his hands on the table. He’s like a bird puffing up his feathers, preening awkwardly as he refuses to make eye-contact.when Asmo tsks.

Asmo tsks, Mammon is so obviously in denial it’s a bit hilarious. “Oh… Really? You wouldn't mind if I kissed them, now would you Mammon?”

Asmo makes a show of standing up, devilish grin appearing on his face. “I should do that. Right now, actually.”

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MC says this as a joke but Belphie really was the king of letting them down.

First date? He was asleep— the alarms he’d set up not working.

Your anniversary? Not important enough to wake him from his slumber.

What he could make time for was complaining about Lucifer all the time.

Hearing their slouch boyfriend complain about Lucifer so often must’ve driven MC crazy— it’s not long before they’re running off to Luci to cry into his soothing, open arms.

Almost as if Lucifer predicted this shit, really.

Mc: When I die, I want Belphie to lower me into my grave so he can let me down one last time.

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Accidentally Breaking Something Dear To You

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Mammon x Gender Neutral MC

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Everybody but Mammon saw this coming. Be honest– even you, despite how much you loved your first man, could admit his clumsy antics and theatrics always landed Mammon in hot water. You’ve petitioned Lucifer to cut Mammon some slack before; a promise to help Lucifer with his overflowing work payment for the vase Mammon had pawned off.

But who’ll beg for leniency on his behalf when he’s hurt you? Not physically, Mammon would rather sell Goldie before putting you in pain. But your most prized possession, that was in the strict “NO SELLING. NO STEALING.” category, has been destroyed.

Asmo says emotional pain can traumatize and kill humans. So you best believe the Great Mammon will fix things! Somehow.

When (not if) Mammon breaks something dear to you, expect him to go from clingy and loving to awkwardly refusing to make eye-contact and running away.

Mammon’s working often, late night shifts. There are days where you don’t see your first man because he’s arguing with witches to fix it. Hell, he’s reached the point he’ll ask Solomon for help– and if Solomon requests a pact… he might consider the shady bastard’s deal. Just for you.

Anything for you.

Expect Mammon to be shady while he’s trying to right his wrongs. But if you send him an “I miss you” text, he’s skipping work and spending his newfound cashflow on making you smile.

He’s head over heels for you. Mammon will make sure you never find out he broke your stuff (Levi exposes him a week later during game night).

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Side Chick Ministries: Tales From Homewreckers. Pt 1

Gratuitous cheating from MC to their unnamed partner, talk of sex.

Feel free to pint out any errors!

Barbatos, Lucifer, Asmodeus and Leviathan

My personal opinions of who could be side chicks and not, and how they’d handle it.

Starts off as a side chick, elevated to main relationship

You didn’t think you’d find solace and comfort in Lucifer’s arms, sneaking kisses in his study, a glass of half-drank Demonus on the table. Lucifer always had a special room in your heart, but by the time he confessed to you, you already had a lesser demon partner hanging off your every word.

What’s a Casanova MC to do? You really liked Lucifer, but a part of you felt some form of pity to your current partner. It’s the Devildom, you can have it all— and that’s what you resolved to do.

If you really cared about your partner, you’d have broken up with them. Not started an illicit affair with Lucifer. You thought he’d say no, had put the idea out there half as a joke. But he’d just smirked at you, and said you would find yourself in his arms soon enough.

As the embodiment of pride, there’s nothing more ego boosting than usurping a relationship and being adored. Yes, he could kill your partner with ease, but that’d rob him of the chance to see you throw yourself at him.

There’s nothing more energizing than seeing the downtrodden face of the “main chick” who thought they were better because they had an official title. Lucifer’s surprisingly fine with starting off as a side chick, and even happier when you finally break it off with your pest of a partner.

This demon lives to serve. He’s resourceful and adaptive, years of being Diavolo’s right hand man priming him for the position of second best. Barbatos is undoubtedly patient, intent to slowly court and woo you with flowers and tea. If he gets the time.

When Asmo rattles on about your newest tryst-turned-partner, Barbatos ups the ante. He’s happy to be the shoulder you rant to, whispering to Asmo to send you his way whenever your troubles weigh you down. He’s thrilled to mess with your partner, so they can turn their anger against you and when it hits the fever pitch, when you’re filled with indescribable rage and want some form of sick revenge, Barbatos is happy to be your outlet.

Isn’t it much nicer, when your partner isn’t shouting at you all the time? Barbatos is discreet, too. Absolutely no one will know, so don’t worry your pretty little head about your partner finding out.

Why care, actually? They don’t deserve you, nor do they kiss you as well as Barbatos does. Frankly, they’re a bit unreliable compared to him. Why lie to yourself and deny that you prefer the taste of the demon prince’s right hand?

It’s not long before you parade a new, much higher quality boyfriend.

Side chick, never elevates.

Leviathan is pathetic. You knew that already didn’t you? That’s why you interrupted his midnight raid, urging him to confess his feelings for you. It’s fun to see Levi squirm, stammering about you “having a partner” and “that he’s not good enough”.

Deep down though, he’s exhilarated. Have the curses he’s been putting in your partner working? Are you finally going to realize how shitty they are, and choose Levi instead? He’s been green with envy ever since you paraded your new partner around. Levi was so sure you had something going on, the secret kisses and giggles you shared in his room must’ve meant something!

Delusional he was, paling when Asmo bragged about you leaving the single club. But you’d still crawled into his room that night, shared a kiss and left his heart pounding.

What are you guys? Levi’s not sure, he’s your secret at best, the guy you turn for when you want to touch and nothing more.

But this is more than he deserves, even if he desperately wants you to show him off. He’ll take it.

You should reconsider having him as a side chick

Sure, Asmo can be your side chick. A quickie, a hump in the dark, a kiss at night. It’s only naturally that you can’t resist the Avatar of Lust, tripping over yourself to be in his eyes. Your relationship had been a bit stagnant, your partner not fully giving you what you wanted or needed. But you liked them, you think? That’s why you haven’t broken up yet.

It’s not your fault you preferred Asmo’s touch and caresses to being a faithful partner.

And well, Asmo’s never been one for being discreet, you know. It’s awfully rude to try and make him hide away his beauty, to skulk away in the dark.

So when you tiredly wake up to your phone buzzing, your partner demanding to know what Asmo’s latest Devilgram means and why you were in his bed, half-naked… you know your little secret affair is over.

Not that Asmo minds. More Devilgram posts for him!

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Silly and Lovestruck Lucifer is so real

Terrified MC: refuses to make eye-contact, sometimes loses their train of thought and stutters whenever Lucifer’s nearby, skedaddles out of a room when Lucifer comes in.

Lucifer: They must be madly in love with me.

imagine thinking lucifer hates you but really he's just trying to seem cool and mysterious by having ~deep thoughts~ but when he's "thinking" he's just glaring at you. aren't you so impressed by how deep and knowledgeable he seems? you're terrified bc he keeps glaring at you every time you walk into the room and he's like 'mm yeah i looked so cool just then i wonder if they love me yet-'