#lord diavolo one shot

[ashomodeus]

Hi all, it's been a minute... Work has been really rough. I promise I haven't disappeared again. Here's this.

Where is each brother + Dateables favorite place to... connect with Mc.

Gn!Mc, Smut warning, bad grammar, take a shot every time breeding is mentioned, food porn for Beel.

Why am I at work for 12 hours???

Thank you, Beyonce, for providing me with this phone to write. She's my ghost writer if anyone asks. If her lawyers ask, this is a joke.

Lucifer 》 His study

●With under the desk support from Mc all his stress is magically gone.

●No one bothers him when he's in his study, meaning hours... and I mean hours could go past and no one would question why he's in there so long.

●Would test Mc's limits, having them cock warm him as he finishes his last bit of work. Don't think that Mc is the only one being teased. Lucifer has always been able to focus on one thing at a time but with Mc there? Forget it. 'How would Mc look bent over there, How about on my desk, or right in front of the door for his brother's to hear MC is all his for the night'

●Mc giving him head while he's trying to have an important conference call.

●Having Mc lay on the couch exposing their filled holes threatening to drip out while he finishes his work.

●He has some things in his office for Mc like a designated drawer for Mc that only Mc and Lucifer can access like rope, towels, a change of underwear, some toys for Mc to use while Lucifer is busy.

Mammon 》His car

●Two things that he loves.

●His favorite thing is to recieve head while driving. He enjoys edging and pushing himself as far as possible until he has to pull over. He wants to pull over because he wants to be milked until he's weak.

● He would want to drive while pounding into Mc.He would never be able to drive without Mc again without having to pull over and masturbate to the idea of Mc being there.

●Mammon likes to convince Mc to go run an errand with him just for them to both to come back disheveled. Mammon doesn't want anyone to see Mc in that way and doesn't want anyone to hear them so he'll find a few places.

●Once Mc did a nude photo shoot in Mammons car and those photos will always remain in his empty wallet.

●Mammon hates messes in his car but he so his seats have waterproof covers for certain reasons...

Levi 》Anywhere with water

●Listen water can make you feel weightless. Since water is his strong suit he knows how to control water and make sure Mc doesn't drown.

●Beach trips normally involve Mc and Levi leaving for a swim and not coming back for hours. Mc would think the sand would get everywhere but devildoms sand is so much different.

●Levi loves sneaking into the shower while Mc is showering. Sometimes, he just loves to watch Mc. He especially gets turned on if Mc doesn't notice he's there watching. He slowly strips as he walks into the shower with Mc, only startling them for a second. He loves taking the shower head and putting it on sensitive places of Mc's increasing water pressure the more sensitive Mc got.

● He loves "accidentally" spilling water on Mc while gaming together.

Satan 》 Library

●Knowledge is power and just when he think he's read every book. There's a new series he can read. Once he met Mc it was a bit difficult to focus on both reading and Mc. He soon realized he can have it both.

●Having Mc read to him while he fucks them. He would stop everytime Mc would stop. He just loved felling Mc tense as he stopped.

●Another fun thing to him is that Mc would have to keep quiet since they were in a public place. The rush he got thinking of someone walking in on him having his cock rammed into the beloved Mc.

●He keeps a list of books to the said that he thinks would sound a lot better with Mc's breathy moans. He also finds it as great stress relief. They would sneak into the library after hours so Mc could make as much noise as possible.

●Sometimes when they're reading together Satan makes Mc wear a vibrating toy and silently turns it on and off when he pleases.

Asmo 》His bedroom

●Asmo is an expert when it comes to connecting. His room has all the necessities. Sound proofing, toys, ropes, leashes, wax, towels, everything. He could give Mc a facial mask after giving them facial.

●Theres a mirror on the ceiling that is right above the bed, mirrors everywhere. If Mc was having a low confidence day he would cover up the mirrors or fuck Mc in front of them in every position to show them how hot they truly are.

●Asmo room also has a camera that follows sound so he can record whenever they are fucking but of course that involves being loud enough.

●Sometimes Asmo will indulge in black coffee because he doesn't want to loose energy or stamina. He wants Mc to do so many things and make sure that Mc's mind is just full of how good they feel and how horny they are.

Beel 》 Kitchen or bedroom

●Duh

●Food play. He loves nyotaimori/ namtaimori; Body sushi, Human tray. He loves to layout his favorite foods on Mc, keeping them as protected as possible. He also would love to fuck Mc with a certain things then eat them. Ie: Cucumber. He wants to see how much of the thick cucumber Mc could take, licking the cucumber in-between tries. Then proceeding to eat it after.

●His fantasy would involve him coming down for a midnight snack and Mc is there surrounded by his favorite food. Mc being just as hungry for Beel as he is for them.

●Ever since the few nights Mc slept on Beels bed. He's been hungry. Their smell is permanently embedded into the bed. He would want to fuck Mc in that bed. He would give Mc a lot of oral. Making sure to taste every drop of them.

●He would to fill up Mc with his load to make sure Mc is as full as he is.Though he's very considerate Mc should expect a bit of soreness next day.

Belphie 》 Attic

●A place to be by himself in a cozy bed Mc riding him as he's slowly woken up.

●The attic is a quiet place. He normally dreams the most about Mc in this room. If anyone tries to interrupt their time together Belphie will quickly cum inside Mc and plug their hole with their underwear. He likes to see them squirm around at the discomfort of the underwear getting soaked with Belphie's juices.

●He likes waking up Mc with him about to cum on their face. He also loves sleepy horny sex where they can't even tell what's where.

●Belphie is extremely possessive so everything is on his stuff. It's not because he's lazy It's because their sent keeps him calm and makes him want- actually NEED them.

●He once used bedsheets to tie up Mc to the bed to overstimulate and exhaust them.

Solomon 》 Anywhere and everywhere

●Mc's room, his room, over here, over there, everywhere. Solomon is proud he scored the hottest human out there. He will fuck Mc when he wants wherever he wants. The idea of someone walking in on them makes him fuck Mc’s throat harder.

●One of his favorite places is the empty classroom right next to an active classroom.

●He admits to watching Mc change in their bedroom from an enchanted mirror he gifted them.

●He loves to tease Mc while they are out. Together they can make a single trip turn into an 8 hour errands day. Once he had Mc pinned in an alleyway while feeling them up and giving them aggressive hickies. He walked away as if nothing happened and Mc weak knees would struggle to carry themselves.Mc would get so desprate that they would drag Solomon to another alleyway and they would be at it for at least an hour.

Diavolo》 The balcony of the Castle or even hidden rooms

●He loves to show what he can offer Mc besides he massive cock. Of course he's anxious to rule devildom but he will do what needs to be done. Mc grounds him. What he doesn't tell Mc is that it's practically impossible to see that balcony. He would never jeopardize Mc or anyone's respect. The balcony gives him time to think a time to feel and reflect. Making Mc feels good makes him feel good.

●He loves exposing Mc's gaping hole towards the balcony. It shows everyone that only he can fill that hole.

●Diavolo is constantly hiding from Barbatos and he loves to drag Mc with him. Sometimes Diavolo forgets what rooms are in this huge castle so it's an adventure with Mc. Small rooms where Mc can barely move due to being pinned by Diavolo. He loves the rush of hiding and trying to be as quickly as possible. He wants to please every part of Mc.

●He loves when Barbatos finds themsawsee and he awkwardly leaves while Diavolo continues.

Barbatos 》 Mc's room

●He wants Mc to be as comfortable as they can be. He enjoys giving Mc massages. Waiting on Mc hand and foot. He wants Mc as comfortable as possible.

●He's more of a pleasure dom than anything. He gets off by just seeing Mc sprawled out on the bed shaking from pleasure. He could simply cum to the thought of it. It's private and quiet. He doesn't have to worry about anyone else except Mc. After he Mc into mush he'll be in the kitchen cooking them their favorite meal. Just to give them enough energy for a round two. He would snap photos of the exhausted Mc to keep for later just to stare.

●Mc's room is also good for Barbatos because Diavolo won't bother him as much. Barbatos only uses his demon form when he wants to fill all of Mcs holes.

●Any messes made in the room he'll clean it up. Since he knows he'll be cleaning anything that happens to get dirty. He's into a lot of WAM (wet and messy) Mainly with saliva, cum, sweat. The more the better it shows him he's doing a good job at pleasing Mc.

Simeon 》 Mc’s bedroom

●He wants Mc to be comfortable. He's never really felt as calm and confident ever since meeting Mc. When Mc looks like they are calm it calms him. Simeon feels safe to sort of lose control. He's a tease outside of the bedroom but now he can actually act out everything he wants to do. By everything, he means everything. Everyday he thinks of a new way He could fuck Mc or even have Mc fuck him.

●Mc's room feels familiar enough for the both of them. Of course it's a bit difficult when the brothers are home but that's when Simeon implements the quiet game. He slams himself into Mc and see how long it takes for Mc to almost give out.

●He loves texting Mc to meet him in their room. He's just so excited to be able to show Mc he's not just an Angel. He can make Mc feel things that they have yet to feel.

●They barely use the bed. Simeon likes to make sure there's a different position everytime. His mind is corrupted by how many positions or how many times can he make Mc cum that night.

[nerdy-talks]

With that kind of offer, my next request will be anything but sweet ¬‿¬

[bloomries]

yeah so my husband— my husband?!

includes : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor.

summary : calling him your "husband" (even though you two aren't married yet) to see his reaction.

warnings : gn! reader. mention of marriage. suggestive (in asmodeus'). the word 'husband' will begin to look strange bc it's used so much, apologies.

LUCIFER

You just meant for it to be a harmless little prank, something to tease Lucifer with later when you two were alone, perhaps gauge his reaction to the idea, but after you said 'yeah, so my husband...' Diavolo's eyes grew as wide as the moon and you instantly regretted your prank idea.

Diavolo clasped a hand on Lucifer's shoulder, beaming. "You finally asked!" This statement went over your head as you tried to quickly take back your words, Lucifer's blanched face making it clear he'll definitely be scolding you later. "But it seems I missed the wedding? Oh well, I'll just host you another wedding so I can see it for myself!"

"Ah, L- Lord Diavolo..." Lucifer sends you a glare as you smile sheepishly. "We aren't- I haven't-"

"How do you both feel about a chocolate fountain?" Diavolo is already off in his own little world, imagining how he'll plan out your wedding. Lucifer decides he'll inform Barbatos of the prank, and have Barbatos deal with it- Lucifer already has his hands full with you. He pulls you aside as Diavolo talks to himself.

"Do you see what you've done?"

"Sorry..." You fake pout, batting your lashes up at him. "My darling husband will surely fix it though, right?" Oh, how can he stay mad when he truly likes the title so much. Perhaps this will make asking you to marry him easier? You surely seem to enjoy the title just as much.

MAMMON

Mammon is always trying to listen in on your phone calls, he's nosy and likes to know all the gossip. Today in particular though, he's trying extra hard to hear, clinging to you and making you unable to do other tasks whilst on your call.

Deciding to tease him a little, in hopes of getting him off of you, you sigh dramatically into the receiver. "I'm sorry, my husband needs my attention, one second."

And when you look down at him, his eyes are wide and shiny, a blush quickly forming on his cheeks. Him? Were you talking about him? He's your husband? A giant grin takes over his features and it seems your little prank has the opposite effect you wanted, as he takes the phone from you.

"Yeah, sorry, their husband- that's me!- needs 'em!" He boasts proudly before hanging up the call and clutching on to you tighter, burying his face into your side, his grin not changing in the slightest.

You sigh, running your fingers through his hair. "Rude, I was trying to talk to someone, you know." Mammon shrugs, not a care in the world.

"'m your husband, I take priority."

"You know you're not officially my husband yet, right?" Shit, you're right. Well, that'll change soon, don't you worry one bit! Mammon knows how to take a hint, and there'll be a ring on that finger soon enough!

LEVIATHAN

You and Levi were playing an online game, chat on full blast, when you decide to tease him- because it's just so fun to see his flustered expression, and you have an inkling that this'll give him some motivation for the game. "Ah, hubby, can you help me with these guys!"

"H- Hubby!?" Leviathan's neck nearly breaks from how quickly he snaps to look over at you, you seem unphased though by the phrase- as if it came so naturally. His heart skips a beat, his grip on the controller tightening. "W- Where are you, I'll come help!"

His gaming friends are all blowing up the chat box, some getting on voice chat just to ask what that meant- 'was Levi actually married?,' 'He was a husband?,' 'Since when!?,' 'Congratulations!,' etc.

Levi would have gotten more flustered, had he been paying any attention to said friends, but he's much more focused on proving he'd make an excellent spouse by rushing to where you were in the map and one-shotting all the enemies that surrounded you.

The battle is quickly won thanks to Levi, who puffs out his chest with pride. You lean over from your gaming station adjacent of his, and press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, hubby~" His cheeks grow a rosy pink, and he pulls his headphones off to give you a serious look.

"Let's get married."

SATAN

"Oh husband~" You call, "Can you help me get this book? I can't reach!" Satan peaks his head from around the corner to give you a questioning look. Who were you calling husband? He watches you struggle, leaning his frame against the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't remember proposing." Satan watches as you deflates from his lack of reaction to your prank. He sighs, walking over to you and helping you reach the book, tapping it on your head lightly before handing it over to you.

"You're no fun, you know that?"

Satan has a feeling this was definitely set up by one of his brothers, and he'll definitely be getting his revenge on them for making you do this (and for making his heart hammer against his ribcage uncontrollably). Still, he hates to see you upset in the least, so he lifts your chin with his finger and thumb and sends you that smile that sends shivers down your spine.

"Don't be upset, you'll get to call me husband soon, okay?"

And he truly did mean that, he already had a ring, which sat heavy in his pocket. He just wanted to make sure you had the most perfect proposal, something straight out of a romance novel- because that's what you deserve. Soon, soon you'll be able to lovingly call him 'husband' whenever you wish.

ASMODEUS

Asmo is live-streaming again, doing a little grwm-type video, with you off to the side/in the background. As he begins to do his skin care, he asks for you to take over and chat for a little while for him, so you peak your head into view and wave at his viewers.

"Hello everyone!" You smile, glancing back at Asmo who's behind you in the bathroom, doing his skincare. "My lovely husband is doing his skincare right now, it usually takes him about ten to fifteen minutes to complete it." You say, however you can see his head pop-up from the sink and he whips around to look at you.

"Husband?" He calls, and when you nod, confirming your words, he grins. "Oh my, is this a proposal?" He asks with a teasing lilt, and you joking go along with his words, nodding before reenacting the famous getting-down-on-one-knee. You open your hands as if you had a ring box, presenting it to him. He holds his hand out to you, "I do~" You pretend to slip a ring on to his finger and he admires the imaginary ring before leaning down to kiss you.

"Now," He pulls away, wiggling his brows. "Shall we get started on the honeymoon part?"

"Asmo, that's typically after the weddi-" Asmo reaches for his phone, waving and saying a little 'byeeee' to his followers as he ends the livestream with a giggle, throwing you a lil' mischievous smile.

"No harm in starting earlier, right?" And despite only being halfway through his skincare, and this not being a real proposal, the honeymoon was very nice indeed- he can't wait for the real one though.

BEELZEBUB

You had seen the trend, and wondered how Beelzebub would react. So, under the guise of trying some new food and giving it a review, you set up your camera and begin filming. "Hey everyone, me and my husband are going to be rating food from the new McDevil menu~"

Beel doesn't react at all, and you send him a quick glance before trying again- perhaps he didn't hear you? "I think the Sin-Fries are a solid 7/10, what about you, husband?" But again, he doesn't react to the word at all, instead giving his own rating for the new fries.

Is he really not realizing what you're saying? You decide to try one last time. "My husbands food always looks better than mine," You whine, peaking over at him to see his reaction, only to see him offering you a bite of his burger. You sigh, giving up and deciding to just enjoy your food. You take a bite of his burger, offering him some of yours. The review ends swiftly, and you turn off the camera.

As you two clean up from eating, you notice Beelzebub quieter than usual. You're about to ask him if everything is okay, his face becoming flushed, when he speaks up.

"Soon, okay?" You blink a few times, confused by his words. He bashfully looks up at you, and that's when you realize what he's talking about- marriage, he plans on proposing to you soon. Your own cheeks now grow unbearably warm. "I promise."

Your prank definitely backfired, as now you're the one trying to calm your racing heart (although Beelzebub is definitely just as flustered). Still, you're holding him accountable to his promise- soon.

BELPHEGOR

You're not sure how this little prank managed to get turned against you, but Belphegor has made it so that you're now his personal pillow- again.

"I'm just saying, if I'm you're husband, then that means you should let me use you as a pillow whenever I want." You open your mouth to retaliate, but he beats you to it, batting his lashes up at you. "Don't you want your husband to be comfortable?"

"I..." You falter. You regret deciding to call him your 'husband~' to try and get him to help you with chores. You thought maybe it'd motivate him, or maybe you'd just get to see his cute blushing face, instead you're suffering.

"Come on now, don't be shy~" He wiggles about, trying to grab you to pull you towards him, but he doesn't really exert enough energy to be successful. "Ugh, why... do you... do this... to me- to your darling husband!"

"You're anything but darling." You say, crossing your arms over your chest. "Last time I call you 'husband' or any term of endearment, I swear..." You grumble, turning on your heels to leave, disappointed your prank didn't work.

Belphegor grins, snuggling up to his pillow as he watches you leave. "That's what you think," he mumbles to himself, yawning, "when I finally get that ring on your finger, I'll have ya calling me husband again, just you wait~" He snickers, and a cold chill runs down your spine. You glance back to see him asleep, although you feel as if he's planning something- and you weren't sticking around to find out what!

[demonvibez]

Hello, I came here to ask you a request: Mc is wearing a pajama (nightgown, little shorts, whatever you want) that shows a little bit too much. So one day, Mc comes down to the kitchen in the middle of the night, taking advantage about the brothers sleeping in their rooms so no one would see her like this, and suddenly, she bump into one of the brothers. How would they react?

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, and sorry for the delay! I started working on it, got writer's blocked, solved the block, then got...inspired, lol. This ended up being like 8 lil narrative one shots. Anyways - This is only part one of two; hope you like! ♡

Characters: [Lucifer / Mammon / Leviathan / Satan] x F! Reader

Word Count: 4.6k+

Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes]

Tags: suggestive/sexual themes, making out, light petting/groping, reader = she/her pronouns, each demon has a lil backstory

[Part One of Two - Read Part Two Here]

It was late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you had just finished preparing yourself for bed. You had finished your homework for the day, as well as your nighttime routine, and it was time for you to settle down. Just as you sit down on the edge of your bed, you start thinking about how it would be nice to have a quick little snack before you turn in to sleep for the night. Picking up your DDD from the nightstand, you check the time to see just how late it was. You decide that it was probably late enough for everyone to be asleep, and it was safe to venture out into the house alone with what you are wearing - a skimpy spaghetti strap tank top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. You push yourself up off the bed and cross the room, making your way towards the door. Leaving your bedroom door open, you make your way towards the kitchen next door . . .

For the Avatar of Pride, staying up late and overworking himself was a normal part of his daily routine. Usually after dinner, he hides himself away in his study so that he can start working his way through the mountains of paperwork sent to him from his superiors. Usually every night, he has the same routine - he finishes his RAD related paperwork, takes a break to patrol the House, stops by the kitchen for a cup of Hell Coffee and then back up to his study to deal with the paperwork associated with his political duties. 

Lucifer starts making his way down the hall for his nightly rounds through the House, as he normally does at this hour. He usually does this in order to make sure his brothers’ mischief was kept at a minimum, but it’s in order to keep you safe as well. He couldn't help but to notice that the chaos in their House had increased quite a bit since you had arrived - some of it from his brothers dragging you into their antics, some of it chaos created all on your own, and some of it external chaos that seeks to consume your beautifully shiny soul. When you first arrived here, you used to be a major source of his headaches. He used to struggle with how to punish you, seeing as you were the fragile little human sent here for Lord Diavolo's exchange mission. But now, the more Lucifer thinks about you, he cannot deny to himself the fondness that has grown for you within his heart. A smile twitches at his lips for a brief moment before he refocuses himself on his task.

Just as he is making his way down the stairs to check the first floor, he hears a noise coming from the kitchen area, a faint glow emitting from its frame and spilling into the hallway. He lets out an exasperated sigh to himself, believing it to be Beelzebub on one of his frivolous late night snack missions. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he strides towards the kitchen door, scripting the lecture he wants to give in his mind as he walks. How many times must he punish the Sixth Born? 

When he reaches the doorway, he halts at the unexpected sight before him, and he can’t help but to stand back and observe. He sees you in the kitchen, illuminated by the light of the refrigerator, looking through what’s left of its contents for a snack. You look so innocent while doing so, completely unaware of your surroundings. He wasn’t used to seeing you like this - hell, he wasn’t even used to seeing you dressed like this. Usually dressed in your RAD uniform, the attire you were currently wearing is much more revealing than what he is used to seeing you in. The way the thin cotton fabric clings to your curves, he couldn't stop his eyes from roaming your entire body. You grab something from the fridge, closing it before making your way over to the kitchen island with the leftover Acidic Hell Fries you found. Sitting down with your back turned to the door, you open up the tray and lean in to take a bite, all the while Lucifer can’t help but notice the way your shirt rides up the arch of your back, the way the waistband of your shorts sit right at your hip, the way your skin just looks so soft. He wasn’t sure how a human could stir up such emotions in him, but he was in fact curious to see where it would take him. 

In a rare moment of impulsivity, Lucifer swiftly makes his way towards you. Before you even have time to register the Avatar of Pride's presence, he sets both of his hands on the table on each side of you, effectively trapping you between him and the counter. He leans down closer to your ear, the scent of his cologne filling your senses, as he whispers your name into your ear with a very seductive tone. "What do you think you're doing here," he asks, his tone husky as you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin. Your pulse accelerates as he presses his lips to your earlobe, his gloved hands now slowly finding their way around your waist as Lucifer trails light kisses down the soft flesh of your neck. You would usually have some sort of snarky comeback for Lucifer, stating how it was obvious why you were in the kitchen shoveling fries into your face at half past midnight. But in this moment you couldn't muster up a retort, your brain beginning to fog up with the haze of pleasure that Lucifer's touch can bring. As he continued to tease your neck, occasionally nipping at it with his fangs, his hands began to drift lower on your body, lightly teasing at your waistband. One of his hands pulls your chin up to him, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips collide with yours in a way that sets your soul ablaze with passion.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss, your eyes slowly opening to see his crimson orbs gazing back at you with lust, love and admiration. He slightly loosens his hold on you, before turning you around on the barstool you sat upon to face him. He brushes the hair out of your eyes, tucking it back behind your ear before leaning down to press one more kiss on your lips. When he pulled away this time, you chased his lips with his own, filling him with a sense of pride at the idea that you're craving more of him - much like he craves more of you. He lets out a small chuckle before suddenly sweeping you up in his arms, your legs dangling over one side while your arms instinctively wrap around his neck for safety.  "We're heading straight to my room," he said along with your name in a confident tone, "and I hope you have plenty of energy, because we won't be getting much sleep tonight." He carried you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, taking no time getting you to his room and into his silk sheets. 

Mammon had just recently arrived home about an hour ago from one of his many side hustles he did to help earn some extra Grimm and pay back a few of his debts. The witches have been hassling him even more than normal recently, threatening a variety of curses if he doesn't comply with their demands, so he's had to take up multiple side hustles in order to make enough money. He could have sworn he paid them off a while ago - math is one of Mammon's strong suits and he always keeps his debt ledger up to date. He's pretty damn sure the witches are just jealous of you, and take it out on him one of the few ways they know will work. They would never mess with you directly - and risk earning the wrath of all seven Avatars of Sin? And perhaps even the Future King of the Devildom himself? Hell nah. They'll just keep toying with Mammon the way they know best.

Normally, Mammon would be pretty exhausted after a grueling shift of serving tables at Hell’s Kitchen, but tonight for some reason, he was feeling restless and couldn’t seem to settle down. He had completed his nightly routine and settled into bed, but he found himself feeling restless, scrolling Devilgram instead and finding himself growing bored rather quickly. After tossing and turning in his bed for what felt to him like an eternity, he let out an annoyed groan and pushed himself out of bed. If he couldn’t lull himself to sleep, he might as well go find his favorite human. He crossed the room to pick up his designer underwear and sweatpants off the couch, slipping them both on before making his way to the door. Once his door is closed, he starts briskly but silently making his way across the hall and down the stairs, doing his best to avoid running into any of his brothers - namely, Lucifer. 

Making a beeline straight for your room, Mammon notices the door is open and just walks inside as if he owns the place. “Oi, human! I’m bored, why don't ya-” he says, before looking around to see that the room is actually empty. “Where the hell even are ya,” he mumbles to himself with an exasperated huff, turning about-face and exiting your room. As he steps out into the hallway, he finally notices the kitchen light is on. He starts stomping his way over to the kitchen, mumbling something about how much work it is to watch after one stupid little human, when he crosses the threshold of the door and almost bumps into you as he is turning the corner. "Aye, what gives," he says in an almost shouting tone, "ya gotta watch it, human! Ya gotta be more careful! Ya ain't always gonna have the Great Mammon to..." he trailed off as he finally looks down at you, taking in fully just how you look and what you are wearing. His eyes widen and his jaw drops, standing there completely frozen in shock as his eyes scan you up and down repetitively. 

Despite the many times the two of you have shared a bed, he has never seen you wear something so small and form fitting as pajamas before. Usually when he was over, you'd just wear an oversized tee shirt and some baggy sweatpants, which was usually cute and endearing in its own way. But tonight, since you assumed you would be spending the night alone, you wore something you thought no one would see you in. And now here you are in the kitchen, the Avatar of Greed stood in front of you, a blushing and stammering mess. The more of his golden eyes took in of you, the more he could feel the greed rise up within him. Every little inch of skin, every little curve of your body has Mammon craving more and more, his avarice knowing no bounds when it comes to you. Typically, in moments like these, the tsundere side of Mammon's brain would kick in, and a flurry of denials would leave his lips before you could even playfully accuse him of anything. Seeing you like this has Mammon forgetting all about those silly habits, his mind focused on wanting only one thing - you.

In this moment, Mammon can't help but succumb to his greed. His hands reach out to pull you into his bare chest, his demon form now on full display and eyes glowing as gold as Grimm. His arms tighten around you in a possessive hold as he buries his face in your hair, your scent as intoxicating to him as the most expensive Demonus on record. You feel his hands roam your body, feeling both his soft skin and his rings' hard metal gliding up and down your back. You melt into his touch, your arms instinctively wrapping around his torso.  "I've been lookin' for ya," he mumbles into your hair. Before you can even fathom a response, Mammon's hands find their way under your ass, hoisting you up and setting you on the counter. He leans in and presses his lips to yours with a sense urgency you hadn't seen from the Avatar of Greed previously, his yearning and need for you growing with each kiss. As his tongue brushes your lips, they part and allow him entrance, and the way your two tongues dance with each other sends Mammon over the edge, feeling that same greed start to build within you. Mammon's kisses became hungrier and sloppier the more he could feel his sin in the air, a hint of lust mixing with it as his hands squeeze your ass, your own hands roaming his beautifully brown torso. "Mine," he states simply, as he breaks the kiss momentarily. 

He picks you up once again, your legs squeezing his waist as you fling your arms around his neck. He runs off with you to his room to have his way with you - and to hoard you to himself like the Devildom's finest treasure.

It wasn’t at all unusual for Leviathan to stay up all hours of the night. On this night in particular he was counting down the hours until the newest merch drop from his favorite idol group, Sucre Frenzy. He picks up his Bufo Egg Milk Tea to take a sip, only to hear the slurping sound of his cup being empty. Looking at the clock at the bottom right of his monitor, he mentally notes that he still has an hour and a half before the drop, which should be more than enough time to run downstairs and raid the fridge. He presses pause on the song he was listening to on Devilfy, pulling off his headset and making his way out of his bedroom door. He pulls his DDD out of the pocket of his hoodie, swiping it open and pressing on the 'Mononoke Land' app. Checking to see if there were currently any in-game spirits lurking in the House, Levi games as he presses forward towards the kitchen, his own IRL mission falling to the back of his mind as he continued to focus on the side quest on his phone. One hand in his pocket while the other clutches his device, his tail slides along the handrail of the staircase, making sure he doesn't stumble as he tunes out the rest of the world. 

He really hopes you can make it to hang out for the drop tonight! When he invited you at dinner you seemed interested, but you told him you weren't sure if you'd be able to stay awake that late or not. He would really love it if you are able to - everything is more enjoyable for the Lord of Shadows when he has his Henry by his side! It makes him excited even thinking about it! Maybe he'll swing by your room on the way back from the kitchen and see if you're awake! Or...that maybe awkward? What if you're asleep and he wakes you up? What if he annoys you? Maybe he'll just send you a text instead. Either way, he loves you more than all of his anime combined, and it would be the highlight of his entire month to spend tonight's event with you.

Refocusing on his game, he turns the corner to cut back towards the kitchen. He doesn't even notice the kitchen light on ahead, nor does he hear the clattering and clanking coming from inside. All he can seem to focus on is Mononoke Land. As he walks past your room, he does a double take, expecting to see you in your bed. On second glance, he notices you missing from your room, and Leviathan couldn't help but be confused as he pauses in your doorway. It's almost one in the morning and you aren't in your room?! Where in the Devildom could you possibly be?! You're probably hanging out with one of his brothers, aren't you?! You're probably in one of their rooms, in one of their beds, doing Dia knows what while he's down here getting some stupid snacks for his stupid merch drop. 'Stupid stupid stupid I'm so stupid! Of COURSE she wouldn't want to waste time her time with a disgusting otaku like me! IT'S NOT FAIR IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!!' A wave of envy washes over him so powerful that he fights everything within himself not to summon Lotan and flood the House. His fists clench his DDD, stressing it from the pressure as his knuckles turn white. His eyes blaze a bright orange as jealousy rages within him like a hurricane brewing over the sea.  

Wanting nothing more than to barricade himself in his room and never come out, Leviathan angrily marched onward towards the kitchen, determined to get his snacks and get the hell back to his room so he can wallow in his feelings. Hastily making his way through the kitchen's threshold, he doesn't see you as he barrels straight into you, knocking you backwards. Before his mind can fully process what's going on, his tail grabs ahold of you, wrapping around your waist and preventing you from hitting the floor. His eyes finally connect with yours, and he realizes that it's you he has run into. A quick scan of the room tells him you had been in here alone, and suddenly he feels foolish for the jealous tantrum he was throwing in his mind. 

"I-I'm s-s-sorry...I didn't see y-you th-" he stammers, now looking down at you to see exactly what you were dressed in. Is this what you normally wear to bed? Levi hadn't ever seen anything like it in real life. The way the fabric highlights all of your best features, putting just the right amount of emphasis on how perfect your curves were...he could have sworn you were drawn by his favorite manga artist. His eyes roamed your body up and down, his face heating up as rapidly as his heart rate is rising. 'OH FUCK, I'm staring aren't I?! She probably hates me, I'm so gross, such a worthless perv, I need to stop staring WHATTHEFUCKDOIDO?!?' he panics internally, his hands starting to tremble. He tilts his head down to focus on the floor, when he finally processes that his tail has been autonomously wrapped around your waist the entire time. "I'M SO SORRY," he half shouts at you, as he starts to unravel his tail. 

Suddenly, Levi takes pause, as he hears you gently call out his name, one of your hands resting on his tail while the other reaches out to stroke his cheek. "Levi...whatever you're thinking right now...stop," you reassured him. Before he could hide his face from you, you leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft but loving kiss. At first, Levi just stands there frozen in shock but after a moment he kisses you back. He's still unsure of what to do with himself - he doesn't want to ruin this moment - but he doesn't want it to end either, so he stands with his hands awkwardly at his sides and pours every ounce of love of passion he can into the kiss. While he may not know what to do with his hands, his tail seemed to enjoy exploring your body, causing you to let out a tiny soft moan when it makes its way around the top of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his neck, continuing the kiss as you press your body against his. 

After a few more moments, the two of you pull away from each other, both trying to catch your breaths. Before Leviathan could even muster a response, you grab his hand, the sweetest of smiles plastered across your face. "Come on, let's go to your room, Levia-chan. I can think of a few ways for us to kill time until your merch drop launches," you said as you start pulling him towards the door. Suddenly you weren't tired, and Levi didn't care about the snacks - with you, he may even end up forgetting about the merch drop.

Before you had even thought of grabbing a snack from the kitchen, Satan had already made his way down there and was rifling his way through the fridge looking for something suitable to feed his secret kitten friend out in the garden. Earlier in the night, Satan came outside to the garden in order to calm down and let his inner rage subside. He had wanted to spend the remainder of his evening with you curled up in his lap as he reads to you, a warm fire crackling in the fireplace nearby, as the two of you ignore the world for each other and a great plotline - there was no other way he'd rather spend his evening. But of course, his insufferable eldest brother had to stick his prideful nose in where it didn't belong and drag you away, just as he was asking you to join him after dinner. It was almost as if the Avatar of Pride has an extra sense for when Satan wanted alone time with you, always interfering and coming up with some smug excuse as to why you need to be stolen away right when Satan needs you. That pompous ass was always going out of his way to stoke the flames of Satan's wrath on purpose! 'One day he'll get back at that bastard, he'll put him right in his place!'  

Satan continued pacing in circles in the garden, his demon form on full display as rage flows through him like an ice river through one of the lower pits of hell. He wasn't doing the best job at calming himself down at first, you not being there to help ground him, so it was taking a bit longer than normal. It was always so much easier to calm himself with you there - just a few simple words or a quick hug usually doing the trick. But for now he was alone, and he was drawing a blank on what he else should do. He completed one more pace around the garden before, before letting out an annoyed huff and sat himself down on the nearest bench. As he was about to pull out his DDD to text you to see where you were, he hears a rustling in the bushes. His emerald eyes scan the area, no signs of life immediately apparently, before he sees a pair of glowing eyes peer out at him from underneath one of the bushes. A small smile tugs at his lips as it dawns on him who the eyes belong to - one of his stray feline friends that likes to wander through every now and then. He pushes himself up off the bench and slowly crosses over towards the cat, holding out his hand as he tries to coax it out of the bush. The cat immediately starts to back into the bush, shaking it's head at Satan, causing him to take pause. He chuckles to himself as he comes to the realization of what she is asking for - the cat wants a treat. 

Satan straightens himself up, making his way back into the House to find some cat friendly snacks in the kitchen. When he arrives there, he is alone, and makes a beeline straight for the fridge. It was usually wishful thinking for anyone in the House of Lamentation to try to hide food in the kitchen, but sometimes Satan was able to get away with it for the sake of his kitten buddies. Crouching down to open the bottom drawer, Satan reaches in to pull out some of the Devildom cat treats he had stashed back behind the drawer. Setting the pouch of treats on the counter, he opens up one of the cupboards and pours what is left of the treats onto a saucer, before tossing the empty wrapper in the trash and making his way towards the kitchen door. Little did he expect in all of this, you came walking through the door at the same time, neither of you really paying attention. Before either of you can stop yourselves, you quite literally run into each other, the saucer of meaty cat treats smooshing against Satan's chest and then dropping to the floor. Satan can feel his wrath rising inside him once again, drenching him like an ice cold shower, his aura turning dark as his demon form makes an appearance once again. He hasn't even looked up to see who caused the collision, assuming one of his brothers is to blame yet again, his jaw clenching as his mind races to formulate it's retaliation. 

His glowing green eyes finally lift to see exactly who the guilty party is, only for his eyes to meet yours instead. You begin to stammer out a stream of apologies, but seeing you immediately calms the inner turmoil of his mind, the storm suddenly calm within him. 

His gazes roams over you for a moment, Satan suddenly finding himself speechless as he takes in exactly how breathtaking you look in such casual attire. The way straps of your tank top accentuate your collar bones, giving way to how the fabric hugs your perfect chest...Satan suddenly couldn't remember what he was mad about in any point in the day. He couldn't even bother to care why he was in the kitchen in the first place. He gently takes one of your hands with both of his, raising it to his lips to press a kiss into your knuckles. A warm smile spreads across his face as his hands find your hips, pulling you closer into him. One of his hands moves to rub the small of your back as the other tilts your chin upwards to him. He holds your gaze for a moment, adoration apparent in his eyes, before he leans in to share a passionate kiss with you. 

The moment his lips caress your own, your heartbeat goes through the roof, and you can't help but to lean into him and melt into his touch. His hand on your chin moves to hold the back of your neck, his tongue brushing your bottom lip, asking for more. Your hands find themselves on his chest as your lips back, your tongues clashing together in a desperate bid to feel more of each other. Your hands slide down his chest and abs, lightly tugging at his belt when you get to his waist. He chuckles into the kiss before nipping at your bottom lip with one of his fangs, grabbing your hips with both hands as he slows the pace of the kiss. 

Eventually he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. "You always know how to make me feel better, kitten," he said as you slide your hands up his front and lace them behind his neck. "What do you say we retreat to my room to continue this encounter?" he leans in to steal one more kiss from you lips before taking you by the hand and pulling you up to his room.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Obey Me brothers reacting to their s/o sending them selfies of them in skimpy outfits or completely nude?

Obey me Brothers + spicy pics from MC

Lucifer

Another tedious meeting that should have been an email. But Lucifer remained professional and stalwart as ever, so as to not embarrass Lord Diavolo.

The only exception he made was for his cellphone. Keeping it on silent, but on the table, as Lucifer had learned in the past if he didn’t check it at least regularly during these meetings it might be too late from when his brothers’ hijinks might ensure. Vering into calamity past hijinks.

He noticed he had a text from [Y/N] and was surprised as they usually never texted him when he was in these meetings. Respecting his work. If they were texting him, Lucifer assumed it was important and opened the text in a reserved manner so as not to draw attention.

When he saw what the text was, however, he had to grip his phone tight to the point of cracking to maintain that composure.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to excuse me. It seems there is an important matter I must deal with at home. I’ll be back once the matter is taken care of. Thoroughly.”

Mammon

“Mammon-san! Over here!”

“Yes! That’s perfect! Hold that pose!”

“You look amazing Mammon-san!”

The Avatar of Greed grinned roguishly as he was showered with praise. He had to admit, he really was killing this photoshoot.

The photographer took a few more shots before they called for a break and the team moved in to touch him up. Offering him compliments still, along with water. Both of which Mammon drank up. One of the attendants handed him his phone from his dressing room. Giving him a few moments to check it before it was back to work.

He looked at a missed text from [Y/N] and nearly did a spit take of his water. Able to thankfully keep it down, but still coughed in a very un-model like manner at seeing their nearly naked form.

“I uh…I gotta go. We have enough for the magazine right?? Good. Great! Thanks for the opportunity and be sure to call me again!”

Mammon was then out the door fast than anyone could catch him. Including to get his wardrobe outfit off.

“Models….” The photographer muttered as he reset his camera to take shots of the background models in the meantime.

Levi

“On your right! On your right! NO! Your other right!!” Levi shouted into his headset as he tried to lead his team through the maze of undead swarm.

Zombie Zion XX9 had just come out this week and Levi had been grinding non-stop. He barely made time to sleep, much less do anything else, in pursuit of this final battle with the Mother Swarm of zombies (there by defeating the plague and saving the world from the undead at last).

“Guys, we have to get through the door together, otherwise we don’t get the ‘In This Together’ buff! You need to catch up to me! It’s…It’s…ugh! Hold on!” His phone had been buzzing beside him non-stop for the past minute with various texts.

Usually, he would ignore it. But something this persistent typically meant it was important, and what if it was his brothers telling him the house was on fire? He’d have to save his Ruri-chan figures if that was the case.

When he opened the text, Levi’s eyes bugged out and he felt his nose begin to well up with blood as he looked at the picture of [Y/N] in their cosplay panties.

“Levi! Where are you?! We’re getting hammered out here! Levi-!” The connection on his game went dead as the last of his team members died. The screen fading into a black screen of ‘game over’.

“Oh, come on!”

Satan

This anthology that Simeon had recommended to him was thrilling. Truly a masterpiece.

Satan had been absorbed into the new series almost since the first page. Devouring each of the nine books with vigor, much like his little brother did with food. He had forsaken all else, honestly, except reading the past few days. Anxious to find out who the final killer & mastermind behind the protagonist’s plight was, and finally get some answers.

He was nearly at the climax, the big reveal, when his phone started to buzz.

Grumbling that his concentration was broken, Satan picked it up to see who it was. His irksomeness quickly dissolving as he saw [Y/N]’s nearly naked chest in front of him.

He had a choice to make.

Continue reading and get the answers he needed, or put the book down and go to the person clearly in need of him. How was he to choose?

In the end, he put the book down and sprinted off to where [Y/N] was. If the main character could wait 10 years to find out who the killer was, surely Satan could wait a little longer to find out as well.

Asmo

Shopping was one of Asmo’s favorite past times. Going to stores and looking for the perfect item or accessory was like a little treasure hunt to him. Or just perusing the aisles and new merch like one would an art gallery, with the same enthusiasm for beauty. It was a wonderful afternoon. Especially if [Y/N] was with him.

[Y/N] had gone to try on some items that they found while Asmo continued to scan over the racks. His cellphone eventually buzzed, and he fumbled with his iced coffee to get it out of his bag. Seeing a picture of [Y/N] in the dressing room in a super cute bra and panty set with the question :should I get it?:

:OMG yes! 💓🥵🔥🔥: Asmo texted back immediately.

:It looks so good on you! Which dressing room are you in?? I want to see it in person! Should we get matching ones??:

He eventually found [Y/N] and showered them with praise. Insisting that he would buy it for them if they didn’t get it themselves, and offered to buy it in every color as well.

Beel

“98…99…100.”

Beel lifted the weights one final time and put the bar back on the rack. The weights clanking down with a heavy thud with the sheer mass of them. He loved getting a good workout in before he went home.

Heading over to his locker space to get some water and check his phone, Beel saw he had a text from [Y/N]. He opened it and saw the spicy picture they had just sent him. Usually only the 5x Hellfire Spicy noodles were the only spice that could make him drool this much. Clearly he was wrong.

Beel decided to, for once, cut his work out short. He quickly packed his bag and ran home to do some cardio on the way home. Planning to do some more ‘cardio’ when he got there.

He could make up for the missed sets in the morning before school. Since he’d be busy the rest of the night.

Belphie

Belphie yawned and rolled over as he woke up from his nap. His fifth of the day, so it was a pretty short one. Only about an hour this time.

He stretched and rubbed his eyes before reaching for his phone to see what time it was. He was immediately greeted with a text from [Y/N] on the screen. He felt a little bad for missing it while he was a sleep, but by now they had to know that he would get back to them eventually. Belphie opened it and was immediately greeted with something from his dreams.

:Are you still wearing that?: He texted them back.

:Come to my room: He then added. :In the attic. I’m still in bed. So half the work is done😉.:

He waited to hear back from [Y/N] and grinned when he saw them respond with they were on their way.

And his brothers made fun of him for being in bed all the time. With his soft mattress and [Y/N], why would he ever want to leave?

[lilacl0veskrew]

𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣!

Obey me headcannons but with a retired military general MC

Pairing: Brothers + Others x Honorably Discharged Marine Corp!Mc

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who managed to land themselves in Lord Diavolo's office their first day of RAD along side a demon next to them who had a broken nose and a black eye to match.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who managed to convince Lord Diavolo to let them carry a pair of handguns on campus.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has a more colorful insult vocabulary then the fucking rainbow.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who wears the dogtags of their fallen Marines around their neck at all times.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has a good 17 years in the military under their belt.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who almost made Lord Diavolo cry because of the amount of insults and curses thrown at him when they woke up in the Devildom without their handguns.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who saw disrespectful demons being fuckstains and decides to get in their faces and yell at them like they would if they were still in the military.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who managed to scare demons into doing burpees in the middle of the hallway because they told them to push.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who elbowed Levi in the chest when he tried to attack them during the TSL quiz, leaving a sizable fracture in one of his ribs.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who left an ugly bruise on Lucifer's jaw from punching him after he attacked them for protecting Beel and Luke from his wrath.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who got into a very intense shouting match with the Avatar of Wrath. There wasn't a clear winner but it ended with their nose bleeding and Satan having a black eye.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who threatens to pistol whip people on a daily basis. Will they ever actually do it? Do you really wanna find out?

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who can somehow manage to yell louder then all of the brothers combined if they're mad enough.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who scared the brothers for the first time by opening fire on one of the walls while they were pissed. Lucifer was not pleased. But did he say anything? No. He was just grateful it wasn't him.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who shot Belphegor clean through his left shoulder without hesitation when he tried to attack them after they were revived again.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who could nerd out about types of firearms for hours on end without a break.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has an unapologetic sense of humor that the entire school loves and gets annoyed when people get excited to see them.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who wore their Cammies to RAD at one point just because they found them in their closet at the House of Lamentation. They still have no idea how they got there.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who ordered at least 10 crates of bullets from the Celestial Realm and the Devildom because they were on back-order since they got there.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who somehow has the worst timing to be opening a brand new custom snipe rifle right as Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and the members of Purgatory Hall decided to come to the HOL.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who explains that they have a gun collection in the human world just because.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who cleans their handguns at the dinning table in the morning and the brothers who are just used to it.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who broke and dislocated someone jaw and broke a few of their ribs after they tried to rip the dogtags off their neck for fun.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who almost choked out Mammon because he tried to sell their handguns when they first got there and thought they wouldn't find out.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who walked into the student council room one day only for everyone to be wearing Cammie's that they had somehow gotten their hands on. The meeting that was supposed to be about adding new classes and clubs to RAD quickly turned into a uniform inspection. Everyone except Barbatos failed. But of course he passed. Barbatos is amazing at everything.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who out of nowhere drops the most insane Marine lore about their life that leaves everyone shook.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has caught things with ease that Beel or Satan have thrown in their fits of rage. When asked how, they simply respond with "I'm a retired Marine. Do better."

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's somehow managed to force Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beel and Solomon to push whenever they piss them off.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who almost shot Barbatos out of instinct because he managed to accidently sneak up on them. Let's say that he now makes his presence know so he doesn't scare them.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's made all the brothers and Lord Diavolo cry at least once, whether they know it or not.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who randomly decided one day they'd teach everyone basic facing and stationary movements. Their military side really shined through when some of them decided to speak at attention. Almost everyone did push ups that day.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's modeled for Asmo in their Cammies and official uniform with all their ribbons and badges.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who when asked about the insignia on their shoulder pads, they casually dropped that they were the Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps for their last 7 years.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who got called 'General' and 'Drill Sergeant' as a way to poke fun at them but now people just call them that as nicknames and signs of respect. They don't mind and know to respond.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has a very intimidating presence and has offered their assistance to get a loud and disrespectful class back on trace many times.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who made sure that every student at RAD knows how to properly stand at attention whenever they need a class to shape up.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's been asked many times by Lord Diavolo if they want to teach a class only to say no because they can barely remember to sleep on time, in what world would they wanna grade things and have to put it in a gradebook?

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who in their time in the Devildom has taught the Brothers, Lord Diavolo, Barbatos and everyone living in Purgatory Hall how to properly clean a gun because there have been one too many times they've almost cried because they accidently disassembled one of their handguns while trying to clean it.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's freakishly good at math to the point they can shoot somewhere and have a bullet bounce around the room to where it can hit something.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who would've begged Lord Diavolo on their hands and knees, completely abandoning their pride just so they can go to the human world for labor day and honor their fallen brothers. Everyone went with them and consoled them as they cried. Labor day is one of the only days anyone will ever see Mc cry.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's learned to trust more easily thanks to all their experiences in the Devildom.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who trusts the others with their weapons and will hand them to someone if they're really pissed and think they shouldn't have them before they do something they'll most definitely regret.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has to ask Lord Diavolo for a pamphlet with all of Devildom's endangered species so they can hone their shotgun and sniper skills without hurting the environment.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who broke down crying in happiness when everyone got them a different kind of custom gun in their signature colors for their first Christmas in the Devildom. They take special care of all of those.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who trusts the others to take them out of a situation that might trigger bad memories.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who tenses up and reached for their own handgun whenever they hear a gunshot they know didn't come from them. Only to be calmed down and comforted by whichever one of the others is nearby.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who couldn't help but laugh when the brothers asked seriously if Mc loved their guns more then them. That night was full of pampering and love.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has eyes that constantly look exhausted and like they've seen way too much.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who has eyes that light up ever so slightly whenever they see someone they love.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who did in fact cry the first time one of the brothers kissed them because they haven't been cared for gently in such a long time.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who very easily gets out of trouble by just pointing one of their guns at someone and just walking away.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who's requested multiple times for Lord Diavolo to add a shooting range into RAD.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who thought Luke was really annoying at first but now would literally shoot someone for him.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙!𝙼𝙲 who feels comfortable sharing their past, no matter how scary it may be. Because Mc loves them. And knows that they will always feel the same.

This was really fun because I had this idea after seeing Boothill in Hsr. Anyways, these were just general and fluffy headcannons. Lmk if you want me to do some nsfw ones as well. Or if you want other headcannons with Honorably Discharged Marine Corp!MC because I had a lot of fun with this one.

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Running To Away From You

Word Count: 1,427

Lucifer x Reader

You struggled to catch your breath as your legs were burning from running. You had to get away. You ran to the nearest room that might provide refuge. You swung the door open before even knocking, startling the demon brother inside. You closed the door and turned to face him. “Y/N?” Asmo asked, worry in his eyes at your condition. 

“Asmo! You have to help me,” you told him frantically. He was in the middle of painting his nails but stood up protectively. Before he could say anything though, the door burst open again and Lucifer stood in the doorway, his gaze narrowing on you. You let out a small scream as you moved to stand behind the Avatar of Lust. Asmo was confused but didn’t move. Lucifer took a couple of steps further into the room, a smirk playing on his lips as he asked, “Y/N, did you really think you could get away from me?”

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You were lying in Lucifer’s bed, smiling softly at him. You and Lucifer had been together for a while now. Neither of you expected it to happen. After all, it seemed like you were close with every brother but him; and, he treated you mostly like an assignment from Lord Diavolo. However, somewhere along the way, your feelings for each other grew deeper. Growing into an insatiable need to be around each other.

At first, Lucifer thought it would be best to not put your relationship on display in front of the others. It would only lead to an unending amount of teasing, especially from Asmo. You had kept it secret for a while. But, eventually, neither of you could pretend any longer. The need to hold your hand, or pull you into a kiss whenever he wanted was too strong. 

When the brothers first found out, they reacted exactly as you had expected them too. A mix of shock, happiness, teasing and maybe even a hint of jealousy. Regardless, they were all completely supportive which allowed you and Lucifer to get very comfortable in your relationship.

You spent most nights in his room with him now. The two of you spending the hours wrapped in each other's arms…among other things.

Usually, Lucifer would wake up before you, studying your features - questioning how someone as beautiful as you even existed. You would usually wake up to him staring at you and a deep blush would coat your cheeks, making you even more beautiful.

However, today you somehow managed to wake up before Lucifer. You couldn’t help but notice how peaceful he looked while he was sleeping. As if all the worries he has to deal with on a daily basis simply vanished. You felt so special being able to see a side of him that no one else got to see. You wished it would last forever.

Then, an idea popped in your head. In hindsight, a very terrible idea.

You remembered a while ago, you and the brothers had attempted to take a picture of Lucifer sleeping. Back then, it would have been for the others. But now, you wanted the picture for yourself. You hesitated for a moment, and then realized if you waited too much longer, he would be awake and your opportunity would be gone.

You carefully moved to reach for your D.D.D. and opened the camera app, doing your best to move as little as possible. He would definitely kill you if he found out you did this. You held your breath as you lined him up perfectly in the shot and then clicked the button to take the picture.

Flash.

A bright white light suddenly shone in his face as your D.D.D. took the picture.

Oops.

Lucifer was wide awake now, glaring at you (as much as he could because when he looked at you the only thing he had in his eyes was love). “Y/N. Did you just take a picture of me sleeping?” he asked in a low voice. You were so screwed.

The fearful look in your eyes betrayed you as you shook your head no. “Of course not,” you replied. Lucifer’s eyes darkened as he said, “Hand me your D.D.D.” He held his hand out expectantly but there was no way you were giving it to him.

“Oh, I would. But, there’s actually something I need to do really quick,” you told him, quickly pushing the covers off of you and jumping out of the bed. Lucifer attempted to reach for you but you managed to dodge him before running out of his room and down the halls in your pajamas. 

You sprinted as fast as you could but you knew he would eventually catch up. So, instead of running, you decided your best option was to hide. Maybe even get one of the brothers to help you. You noticed Lucifer down the hall from you and ran even faster.

You struggled to catch your breath as your legs were burning from running. You had to get away. You ran to the nearest room that might provide refuge. You swung the door open before even knocking, startling the demon brother inside. You closed the door and turned to face him. “Y/N?” Asmo asked, worry in his eyes at your condition. 

“Asmo! You have to help me,” you told him frantically. He was in the middle of painting his nails but stood up protectively. Before he could say anything though, the door burst open again and Lucifer stood in the doorway, his gaze narrowing on you. You let out a small scream as you moved to stand behind the Avatar of Lust. Asmo was confused but didn’t move. Lucifer took a couple of steps further into the room, a smirk playing on his lips as he asked, “Y/N, did you really think you could get away from me?”

“What’s going on?” Asmo questioned. “Delete it,” Lucifer stated, ignoring Asmo. “Delete what?” Asmo asked, turning to you. “I got a picture of Lucifer sleeping,” you replied. “Really?! Let me see!!” Asmo said, his face lighting up in excitement. 

“You will do no such thing,” Lucifer instructed you. He walked even further in the room. Asmo stayed in front of you, now enjoying the chance to mess with his older brother. “Lucifer, it’s really not that big of a deal. You look cute!” you told him, slowly inching your way towards the door.

Lucifer looked taken aback at your words. “Oh, I bet he looks adorable,” Amso chimed in. You were the only one allowed to call him such things. He sent a glare at you as if it was your fault Asmo said that.

You shrugged your shoulders before deciding now was your chance and you sprinted back out the door, leaving a laughing Asmo behind. You made your way back down the hallway towards your room.

As soon as you got inside, you shut and locked the door, letting out a sigh of relief as you turned around. You let out a small shriek as Lucifer was somehow already inside the room. How is that even possible?

He pushed you against the wall. “Lucifer, we can talk about this,” you tried to reason, trying not to smile. You expected some sort of punishment, and you braced yourself for it. However, you did not expect him to crash his lips onto yours.

You immediately melted into it, the kiss getting more and more passionate. Reaching the point that left you craving for more. He pulled away so you could both breathe. You moved in to connect your lips again, but he pulled back.

“Lucifer,” you practically whined out. The sound was enough to almost make him cave. Almost. “Don’t be a tease,” you added softly. “Delete the picture,” he replied firmly. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn't budging. 

You wanted nothing more than to fight back. To tell him that you didn’t need him then. But, the way his hands were on your hips as his body pressed against you. You definitely needed him.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you pulled out your D.D.D. and deleted the picture in front of him. You would try and get another picture some other time. “Happy?” you asked him, a small pout on your lips. Lucifer looked satisfied as he lifted you up and connected his lips with yours again, carrying you over to the bed. Now it was your turn to be satisfied.

[devildomwriter]

They Listen to You Play the Piano | Lucifer x Reader

Lucifer was anxiously filling out paperwork at his study desk as he did every night. The mountain of pavers very slowly decreased, and his hand began to cramp from so much writing.

He sighed and stretched, deciding he should get another coffee lest he fall asleep at his desk again. Honestly, Diavolo worked him a little too hard at times, but he’d never admit that to the demon lord. He’d be far too embarrassed to admit he couldn’t do everything as he saw proudly proclaimed. However, he didn’t know any demon that could do a thousand and five reports in a single night while keeping their six demon brothers and chaotic human under control.

He sighed as he left his room, and as he walked down the hall towards the kitchen, he thought he heard a few keys being played on the piano.

“Ode to Joy?” He thought out loud, recognizing the simple piano piece.

He followed the sound of the piano to the music room and stood just out of sight as he saw you looking rather aggravated, staring at your D.D.D. screen and cursing your hands for not moving correctly.

He listened to you practice as you continuously hit the wrong key until you banged your head onto the piano keys, and he decided he couldn’t let this go on.

He walked up behind you quietly and saw a piano learning app pulled up on the D.D.D.

“___?” He asked, standing right behind you.

Your head shot up from the piano, and you stared at him in embarrassed shock.

“What the? Please tell me you didn’t hear that disaster….” You mumbled, red in the face.

He chuckled and nodded, patting your shoulder to comfort you as you hid your face in your hands.

“My pinky won’t move without the other fingers! It’s so easy to play with one finger, but I can’t use my entire hand?” You complained, and he laughed and gestured for you to move aside.

He sat on the bench next to you and moved your fingers to the correct keys.

“Like this.”

“That’s what I’m doing,” you sighed.

“Well, you aren’t doing it right,” he corrected.

“Yeah, I figured that the eighth time I screwed it up. How did Beethoven compose music as a child?”

“Practice. He practiced day and night just like you’re going to do.”

“What? I am?”

He nodded, “yes. I’ll be your teacher. You’ll be playing masterpieces in no time.”

“You have too much faith in me,” you mumbled, not sure if you should be excited about lessons or scared.

“No, you just have too little faith in yourself,” he scolded, and he put your hand back over the proper keys.

“We’re going to practice using your pinky by itself until your other fingers get used to it,” he instructed.

“Don’t you have paperwork,” you tried distracting him.

“It can wait. This is far more important,” he dismissed.

“What? No, it’s not,” you insisted, but he gave you his trademark smirk, confusing you.

“I’m the only one in this house who plays piano; you wanted to impress me, didn’t you?”

“Not everything is about you,” you blushed because he was right.

“Nonsense, of course it is. Now let’s begin.”

Thus began the first of many nights sat closely by Lucifer’s side as your hands moved together, filling the house with beautiful music.

[nocreativityfornames]

Random Obey Me! Headcanons Part 2

During the first year of the exchange program and when MC couldn't fend for themselves yet, the only way they were allowed out of the house "alone" was with Cerberus accompanying them. And when I tell you the hellhound did an amazing job at protecting them… all it took was a slightly off-putting stare at MC for it to send back the most terrifying glare and loud growl at the demon eyeing them. These outings of theirs once resulted in a pretty infamous picture going viral, where MC was mindlessly buying ice cream at a stall while Cerberus was beside them giving off the most ominous aura as all its heads glared at someone off-screen. You can imagine all the memes that came from it.

When Satan was a baby he used to have constant nightmares about the war and would always wake up screaming and crying, waking up everyone with him. Because of this Lucifer would have to stay up at ungodly hours of the night trying everything he could to calm him down, having to rock the tiny demon in his arms for hours around the corridors till he eventually went back to sleep. At some point Diavolo suggested that he read for Satan, as it was a less energy-draining method. And although Lucifer didn't really see the point given that Satan was a baby and couldn't even understand words yet, he gave it a shot anyway. It ended up working, to both his relief and surprise.

When Mammon first realized he could both understand and tell crows what to do he thought he was going insane. And the brothers were all sure he was lying when he first told them of his ability, having to see firsthand Mammon order around an army of crows as if it was nothing. They were definitely left speechless that day.

Asmo has a podcast where he mainly talks with other famous influencers from the Devildom and demons in the fashion or music industry. All the brothers participated in an episode at some point, and so did MC, the Purgatory Hall crew, and Diavolo.

If MC has a similar clothing style to Mammon's, he'll let them have the clothes he doesn't use anymore. And there's a TON of them, since he buys so many just out of greed and never bothers wearing them more than two or three times.

A few months into the exchange program Diavolo came up with an idea to have the whole gang ( HoL, Purgatory Hall, and the Demon Lord's Castle ) meet up monthly to hang out, have dinner together, etc. It was another way he found to strengthen the bonds between everyone, and no one was allowed to miss it. In the beginning it was a chore to participate but now everyone gets excited when the end of the month starts coming around and they can meet again.

This one time when the brothers were all drunk playing stupid games together they decided that whoever ended up last would have to get an embarrassing tattoo of whatever the others chose. Belphie lost, and to this day the brothers still crack up whenever they catch a glimpse of the small tattoo on his rib that reads "baby of the family". Belphie always gets pissy about it, making them tease him even more.

( Spoilers for lesson 16 ) I went into more detail about this in another post but I believe MC also carries memories from the Celestial War because of their connection to Lilith. And this is something that brings them closer to Satan, since as mentioned before, he also has memories of that time but from Lucifer's perspective. Aka, trauma bonding ✨

Following the tattoo headcanon, Belphie definitely lied to MC about the rib tattoo at first since they didn't couldn't understand Infernal and didn't know what it said. Man 100% told them it meant something else and made up some deep story behind it to make himself look cool or whatever. But it all came crumbling down when everyone went on a trip to the beach and the brothers brought up his "adorable tattoo". He never felt so embarrassed in his life.

Ever since finding out about pride month, Asmo made it into a thing to visit the human realm every year to celebrate it by going to the biggest parade happening that year. And he always drags the brothers with him, making sure to pick outfits for Belphie, Beel, and Lucifer since none of them know how to "dress properly for pride." He just can't let what happened the first time they went happen again, with everyone at the parade wearing colorful and beautifully elaborate clothing while these 3 looked completely out of place ( Lucifer was wearing a full black suit, just so you have an idea. So yeah, he was sticking out in the crowd like crazy ).

As a joke, every time Father's Day comes up the characters go around giving Lucifer, Barbatos, and Simeon shitty gifts and wishing them "Happy Father's Day". But not Beel, who even though knows everyone's doing it for a bit, still gives them a genuine gift and a sincere smile every time. Because let's be honest, these three deserve some actual acknowledgment for raising their troublesome children-not-children. ( Fun fact: Diavolo gives Barbatos both a gag gift and an actual one, and Luke gives Simeon a gift while trying to make it seem like he's just doing it for the joke, though it's obvious he means it. )

Long ago when anime wasn't a thing yet Levi used to be obsessed with marine life. He had extensive knowledge of it and would be pulling random ocean facts out of nowhere and leaving everyone confused. And he absolutely loved sharks, like, you know those people that'll go into great detail to explain why our perception of sharks is fucked and they're actually sweethearts? Yup, that was Levi. Also, if you said your favorite animals were dolphins? Oh, you'd be seeing the most disgusted look show up on his face. ( He'd too explain that dolphins are evil and why you shouldn't like them at all, completely ruining your view of them )

Since Asmo, Beel, and Levi are represented by cold-blooded animals ( a scorpion, a fly, and a serpent ) I headcanon that they can't generate a lot of body heat and touching their skin when it's cold would feel like coming in contact with freezing ice and definitely not the move if you're looking for warmth. Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, and Belphie though? These 4 become MC's personal heaters when winter comes around, and you better bet they're demanding cuddles from all of them ( cold-blooded gang be jealous as fuck of this ).

Solomon puts weird shit on what he cooks on purpose just to fuck with everyone. His grandpa ass finds it absolutely hilarious how everyone tries to keep him away from the kitchen at all costs while simultaneously doing everything to avoid outright saying his cooking is terrible because they don't want to hurt his feelings. Because come on, how does a man who's lived this long on his own not know how to cook? He can follow strict instructions to make the weirdest potions ever but not a recipe to make a simple dinner? Nah, I don't buy it. He definitely knows how to cook and does a decent job at making food for himself when he wants to.

[fickleminder]

be our guest

DWBD AU. When Diavolo comes over to the House of Lamentation for dinner, the demon brothers realize it would be a perfect opportunity for you to expose their horrible treatment of you.

DWBD AU masterlist here.

"Don't you dare," Lucifer pointed directly at you, causing your foot to hover just above the threshold, "take one step further."

You didn't know how he caught you trying to enter the kitchen while his attention was focused on Beel. Maybe he really did have eyes in the back of his head. "I don't mind helping—"

"We got this, so scram!" Mammon yelled from behind the stove. Black smoke was already wafting out from his pot.

You knew Lord Diavolo coming over for dinner would be a big deal, but you didn't think it'd be this big. The prince wanting to eat human world food wasn't too surprising; trying different cuisines was part of cultural exchange after all, and it made sense to host the meal on your home turf, so to speak.

The Avatars didn't take the news well, however. You thought they'd be thrilled to have the opportunity to enjoy your cooking again, but instead of leaving all the work to you as you'd expected, they demanded detailed step-by-step instructions for whatever dishes you were planning to make and told you to stay out of the kitchen. At most, you would be allowed to take on a supervisory role, but with Lucifer refusing to even let you in past the doorway, there was only so much you could do.

"Psst, hey!" You glanced towards the nearby window to see No. 2 waving at you cheerfully. "Can you open the front door? I have reinforcements!"

To your surprise, reinforcements came in the form of seven little D's and the Lord of Time himself.

"Good afternoon. How are the preparations for tonight's meal coming along?" At Barbatos' signal, the little D's scurried into the house carrying baskets of fresh groceries.

"I've been banned from the kitchen, for some reason," you admitted, wincing when you heard Asmo's shrill scream and a loud crash. "…I don't think they're doing too well though."

"That won't do. My Lord sent me ahead specifically to ensure dinner goes smoothly." Barbatos rubbed his chin and hummed. "If the little D's and I were to assist you, would the preparations be completed in time?"

"Sure thing! It won't be the first time I've had to cook for such a large group, but I'll take all the help I can get!"

"Wonderful, I'll be with you in just a moment. Please excuse me."

A blink, and Barbatos was gone.

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Things were spiraling out of control.

Mammon and Levi kept fighting over the utensils and recipes. At some point, the steps you had painstakingly written down got drenched and became illegible, forcing them to improvise.

Beel insisted on taste testing everything, taking bite after bite until plates and bowls were scraped clean. Belphie was there to keep his twin in check, but mostly ended up dozing under the counter.

Asmo refused to risk chipping his nails doing menial work and was backseat cooking behind Satan, who started burning more food out of sheer irritation. Several pots and pans had already become dented beyond repair.

Lucifer made a valiant attempt to manage his brothers, but to no avail. Even if he wasn't constantly undermining you when you tried to give instructions from the doorway, he kept trying to take over the individual tasks, insisting he could do them better. This dinner was going to make or break the exchange program and everything had to be absolutely perfect or—

"Gentlemen," was the only warning before a blur shot through the kitchen, knocking everyone off their feet and forcibly throwing them all out. Barbatos stood over the resultant pile of limbs and dusted his gloved hands with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "We'll take over from here."

Lucifer tried to rise to his feet. "But—"

"Do set the table in the meantime. I trust even that should be within your capabilities?"

The butler's tone practically threatened a surprise house inspection if they didn't comply. Effectively cowed at that point, the brothers obeyed.

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Lord Diavolo's laughter echoed all the way into the kitchen, and you grinned to yourself as his generous compliments reached your ears.

"Are you sure you don't want to join them? We can handle the rest in here," No. 2 asked.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll probably feel super out of place there anyway." You added another heap of ingredients into the boiling pot. "Did you remember to remove my plate from the table?"

"I did!" No. 5 piped up. "Did I do a good job?"

"Aww, yes you did!"

"Yayyy~!"

"Do not forget that you are our guest too, in this realm." Barbatos spoke up softly, and all the chatter from the little D's immediately fell silent. "From the way you're avoiding dining with the Avatars, it's clear we've been remiss in our hospitality."

Of course Barbatos would see through your act. After all, his own placid smile hid secrets you couldn't even begin to imagine. "Really, it's fine! I'm used to it by now. Besides, someone's gotta keep the food coming, and you guys are technically the guests here so…"

The corners of the butler's lips twitched upwards. "Touché. In that case, I will personally see to it that you are rewarded for your hard work tonight. Why don't you begin by telling me your favorite pastries?"

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Despite your exhaustion, you stood at attention when Lord Diavolo shook your hand at the end of the meal, thanking you for serving up such a scrumptious dinner. Your smile was genuine as you waved him goodbye at the front door, and you only allowed it to drop once all the castle's residents have left through a portal.

Behind you, the brothers were sweating bullets as they watched you lower your hand and just stand there, staring into the distance while their minds raced.

Did you say anything to Barbatos while you had him alone? It would have been a golden opportunity for you to air your many grievances to him; half the things the brothers had done to you would have easily seen them thrown into the royal dungeons for being such poor hosts.

You had never dared to approach Lord Diavolo yourself in spite of his friendly demeanor, partially due to Lucifer's many reminders about knowing your place. But he never expected the prince to come to you instead, and so he had rallied his brothers to ensure you wouldn't have to lift a finger tonight, a last ditch effort to persuade you to hold your tongue. So much for that plan.

"We're sorry…" Beel said quietly once all of you had gone back inside. All the satisfaction from eating your cooking had faded away after seeing you emerge from the kitchen completely wiped out. He didn't need his Sin to tell you hadn't eaten anything all night.

"No you're not." The words came out before you could stop yourself. You were more tired than you thought, and your brain-to-mouth filter just wasn't working anymore. "If you were, you'd do better. All of you. But I guess that was too much to ask for."

The atmosphere around the brothers was heavy with shame and guilt. They really screwed up, didn't they? Asmo attempted to steer you towards your room. "Why don't you go and rest while we clean up—"

"The dishes are already done. The little D's took care of that—"

"How about some cup noodles then?" Mammon suggested loudly. "C'mon, ya must be hungry—"

"I'm not feeling like instant food at the moment—"

The doorbell rang all of a sudden, freezing everybody in place. No one dared to move for fear of finding Diavolo on the other side, as unlikely as that was. But there was only one way to find out who was calling on them at this hour.

"Yo," Vorgo greeted you with a lazy salute when you opened the door. "Hope this isn't a bad time. Is the coast clear?"

"You're good. Lord Diavolo already left." Just the sight of your friend was enough to lift your spirits, and you found yourself smiling at them easily. "What's up?"

"Special delivery." The lesser demon held up several containers of food. "Figured you'd be run ragged tonight, so I thought you could use a pick-me-up. I made that casserole you like, plus a few other things—"

"I love you," you blurted out before slapping a hand over your mouth.

Vorgo looked a little taken aback but recovered quickly with a laugh and flushed cheeks. "You're most welcome! Get some rest and I'll see you in class, okay?"

The smell of warm, homemade food was making your empty stomach roar loud enough to rival Beel, but you were past caring at this point. You bid Vorgo farewell and prepared to retreat to your room for some well-earned downtime.

"…Why didn't you say anything to Diavolo, or Barbatos for that matter?" Satan asked just as you were about to ascend the stairs. They hadn't mentioned a word about your treatment before they departed, seemingly none the wiser about how much you had suffered under the brothers' care. "You would have gotten everything you deserved, and yet…"

"I didn't think they'd care, to be honest," you shrugged. They were royalty after all, while you were just some human, and the brothers' behavior could easily be written off as demons being demons. "Even if they did, they probably wouldn't believe me."

Nobody told you Diavolo was a walking lie detector. Even if you had decided to spare them, he would have found out eventually, and then you would come to realize just how much he truly valued your well-being in his kingdom.

Lucifer sighed once you had left. "Belphie, make sure—"

"Deep sleep, no dreams. I got it."

"Levi—"

"I've got manga to catch up on so you won't hear a peep from my room."

Beel offered to make you breakfast the next morning, and Asmo whipped out his D.D.D. to book you an appointment for a manicure. Goodness knows you could use one after putting your hands through the wringer tonight.

Mammon was preparing a list of groceries to stock up in the kitchen while Satan volunteered to cover your lesson notes and homework for the next few days.

"Of course, that goes without question." Lucifer nodded when Satan gave him a pointed look. He would personally ensure that you had the rest of the week off from RAD. After your performance tonight, he doubted Diavolo would object to the idea.

[ashomodeus]

How the OM bros + Dateables react to walking in on M!Mc in just a towel after a shower.

Notes: Bad grammar, I haven't written in 2 years, I'm rusty. Though the Mc in obey me is gender neutral, or advertised as such, I just wanted to write about a M!Mc. Probably smut warning- actual smut warning. Milking mentioned and other kinks as well, probably. Sorry, it's all over the place. I'm writing this with a killer migraine and whilst at work. Consider this an I'm backkkk. PLEASE SEND REQUEST IM SO UNORIGINAL. Or even send a request on a full story of one of these scenarios.

Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Part 2: Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Part 3: Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

I would like to thank Beyonce for everything...

Lucifer

●He was interrogating everyone after a prank gone wrong (right)

●He opened the door with full force calling Mc's name.

●He looked around the room and saw Mc holding his towel that was not so modestly placed on his hip.

●Procceds to walk in the room and close the door. He stares at Mc taking in the lovely view.

●Luci... FOCUS... He pretends as if there's not an almost fully nude MC in front of him.

● "Mc do you know about this prank?" He questions, Teasing Mc now knowing Mc wouldn't know about the prank since they were showering.

● Mc tries to explain that they were showering Lucifer smirks. He takes one good look at Mc’s body and grabs the door handle.

●"Mc please be aware that if you are changing or anything else to lock your door. I don't want anyone else to look at you like this. You're mine after all. That being said, please remain like this I will be back shortly.

● Lucifer locks the door behind him. He finds the culprit and punishes them accordingly. Lucifers mind is normally full and a single thought was the impossible but here he is. Thinking about Mc's perfect body. How every droplet of water made him just sparkle.

● He walked into Mc’s room and sees that Mc’s is still in the same part of the room that Lucifer told him to stay in.

●He walked over to Mc and removed the towel. He observed every part of him, Admiring his beauty.

●"Now let me show you all the things I want to do to you" Lucifer pulls Mc close to him.

Mammon

● Was running away from Levi. He darts into Mc’s room Hiding on the bed. Mc stares in shock at his bed. Levi bangs on MC's door.

●"Come out her Mammon I know you're in there." Mc walks to the door and opens it slightly.

●"OmgI'mSoSorry" Mc closes the door and sighs.

●"Why was he scared of ya-" Mammon was too busy hiding to realize Mc is in just a towel. His ears felt as tho they were burning. He was trying to act cool. "Are you not scared... Mammon." Mc walked closer, teasing Mammon.

● Mammon was mesmerized by his body. He couldn't stop. Mammon's pants felt tighter and he realized his dick is practically begging to come out of his pants. He let out a soft pout as he covered his lap with something nearby.

●"Mammon what are you doing with my boxers..." He looks down at Mcs underwear laid out on his lap. He turned bright red and ran out the door.

●He took the boxers with him.

● Mammon ran to his room his cock just begging to be let out.

●Poor boy came after a few pumps but it wasn't enough for him. After he got over his nerves Mammon returned to Mc's room with his boxers. "You think I'm just gonna let ya walk around naked like that. Remember, I'm your first" Suddenly the greed took over as he kissed all over Mc's body.

Levi

● He planned a game marathon with Mc and was wondering why Mc was running behind, He decided to check up on him.

●He opened the door. Mc is in a towel. His face. BRIGHT RED.

●"I'm so sorry I'll leave you alone" He panics but Mc pulls him by the arm inside.

●He turns his head away to give Mc privacy. He's not sure what to do. No amount of predictable anime or video game could even prepare him for this. Zombie apocalypse? Done. House burns down? Yeah. Late to anime school with toast in his mouth? of course.

●"I'll be done in a second. Then I am so kicking your ass" Mc drops the towel.

●Levi couldn't help but turn his head in Mc's direction seeing the back of him. Levi is so going to masturbate to this for the rest of his life. He's a flustered mess and Mc teases him for it.

●It's not fair that Mc got one up on him. He'll try to change that.He even decided to send a picture of the mess he made to Mc.

[ad0rechuu]

MY FRIENDS AS CAKES; A THREAD. ━━ OBEY ME p2

prompts / plot. ━━━━━ mcs shenanigans on twitter as they assign cakes to their companions

*𖤐₊ ━━━━━ gn! reader x purgatory hall + the demon lord castle , two shot smau : crack / fluff (?) , staring: mc, diavolo, barbatos, simeon, luke, solomon & the demon brothers, rating: pg-13 , tw: mentions of food, swearing, death, all the fun stuff, idk if luke’s technically counts as secreligious , notes: (solomon is younger than everyone but luke btw) i’m working on an ateez smau and a long form obey me series so enjoy this in the mean time ^_^ thank u for all the love on the previous part it was my first post so it’s been really lovely and overwhelming!! i’ll make a part three when the new character become official playables or i’ll just learn more about them because i’m only on lesson 60 !

masterlist | part one

[mammons-lover]

The Prince's, Little Heart:

One fateful day in the palace grounds, Daivolo stumbled upon an abandoned demon baby, defenseless and alone. What began as a curiosity eventually developed into a surprising bond that warmed his heart. Not knowing it will end.

When Diavolo found the baby, it was on a quiet afternoon in the palace gardens. He was on his usual stroll when the softest whimper caught his attention. At the base of a tree, wrapped in a tiny blanket, was a demon baby, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Well, where did you come from, little one?” Diavolo whispered, scooping the baby into his arms. The baby gurgled in response, tiny fingers reaching up to grab Diavolo’s long, fiery hair. Diavolo chuckled. “I think I’ll call you... Thalios.”

From that moment on, Diavolo couldn’t bear to be apart from Thalios. The baby was always in his arms, even during official duties, when Diavolo decided to attend them at all. Lately, he’d been skipping more and more meetings, preferring instead to go shopping for baby clothes and toys. The royal crib? Customized, of course. His wardrobe? Filled with the finest Devildom baby attire. Diavolo even dedicated a section of his chambers for Thalios, decorating it in royal blues and golds.

“Look at this, Thalios!” Diavolo held up a tiny pair of dragon-themed pajamas. “You’ll look magnificent in this tonight.”

Thalios giggled, waving his hands excitedly.

It wasn’t long before Barbatos grew concerned. One morning, the butler appeared at Diavolo’s door, arms crossed. "My Lord, you've missed three council meetings this week. The Elders are growing... impatient."

Diavolo, bouncing Thalios in his arms, shrugged. “I’m attending to more important matters.”

Barbatos’s eyes narrowed slightly. "While I understand your attachment, there are responsibilities that require your immediate attention. You are the future king of the Devildom, not a full-time nanny."

“I know, I know...” Diavolo sighed, reluctantly passing Thalios to Barbatos. “But only for a little while.”

Barbatos nodded, taking Thalios into his care while Diavolo went to the next council meeting. However, it didn’t take long for the prince to grow restless. He spent half the meeting staring blankly at the reports before him, wondering if Thalios had eaten or if Barbatos had figured out how to calm him when he fussed. After an agonizing hour, Diavolo abruptly stood from his seat.

“I need a break.”

He returned shortly after—with Thalios happily perched on his shoulder.

“We’re resuming the meeting, but my son will be joining us,” Diavolo announced, ignoring the stunned looks of the council members.

Halfway through a policy discussion, one elder cleared his throat. “Lord Diavolo, about the trade proposal—”

“Let me ask my baby,” Diavolo interrupted, holding Thalios up as if he were the key to all diplomatic decisions. The baby babbled incoherently, a gummy smile on his face.

“He disagrees,” Diavolo said solemnly. “We’ll be scrapping that proposal.”

A few demons exchanged glances, clearly irritated by the interruption, but one demon elder in particular wore a deep scowl. Diavolo caught it immediately.

“Is there a problem?” Diavolo’s voice dropped, his eyes narrowing as his protective instinct flared. “Is Thalios bothering you?”

“N-No, Lord Diavolo!” the demon sputtered, shrinking in his seat. “I meant no offense.”

Diavolo shot him a look that could melt stone. “Good.”

Eventually, Barbatos grew tired of the baby attending every royal function and enlisted Lucifer’s help. The eldest brother was tasked with attending meetings to hold Thalios, so Diavolo could focus. At first, Lucifer approached it with his usual sense of duty, but it didn’t take long for the baby to win him over.

"He's... oddly charming," Lucifer admitted one day, bouncing Thalios in his arms. “More obedient than some I know.”

Thalios cooed happily in response, tugging on the hem of Lucifer’s uniform.

As Thalios became more familiar with Lucifer and the other brothers, Diavolo slowly allowed him to spend time outside of the palace. Mammon spoiled him with gifts, Asmo treated him like a little fashion icon, and Beel always kept snacks on hand in case of baby hunger emergencies. Soon, Thalios was part of the family, and Diavolo no longer felt the need to bring him to every meeting. It was a rare day when Thalios wasn’t surrounded by someone who adored him.

But that peace was shattered one quiet evening.

Diavolo had just finished giving Thalios his bath, the baby wrapped snugly in a soft towel, when there was a knock at the door. Barbatos opened it to reveal a woman standing on the palace steps, her eyes full of apprehension.

"My name is Darleen," she said quietly, glancing nervously at Barbatos. "I'm here for my baby. His name is Lucane, you may know him as Thalios."

Barbatos stiffened, but his professionalism remained intact. "Please, come inside. I will inform Lord Diavolo."

The woman was seated in the parlor by the time Diavolo arrived, cradling Thalios protectively in his arms. He felt a surge of dread at the sight of her. Barbatos explained the situation, and Darleen presented documents: a birth certificate, photos, and a detailed account of her search.

"Why did it take you so long to come forward?" Diavolo asked, his voice low, torn between anger and sadness.

"I knew he was safe with you," Darleen replied, her voice shaking. "But I needed time to ensure our home was safe... his father is dangerous. I couldn’t risk him finding Lucane. I’m so sorry for the delay."

The truth hit Diavolo hard. He could see the sincerity in her eyes, and the proof she offered was undeniable. Slowly, reluctantly, he placed "Thalios"—Lucane, back in Darleen’s arms. He held on just a moment longer, his heart aching with every passing second.

"Thank you for letting me love him," Diavolo whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the baby’s forehead. "Even if it was for just a short time."

As Darleen and Lucane left the palace, Diavolo stood at the door, watching them disappear into the night. Just before they reached their carriage, Lucane looked back, tiny hands stretching out toward Diavolo.

“Dada,” Lucane babbled.

Diavolo’s heart shattered. He forced a smile, though his chest felt unbearably tight. Barbatos gently placed a hand on his shoulder, but Diavolo couldn't tear his eyes away until the carriage vanished from view.

The days that followed were dark. Diavolo’s mood was unpredictable—he snapped at the smallest things, grew silent when "Thalios"—no, Lucane's, name was mentioned. Though his heart was heavy, he knew Lucane was safe, watching over him from a distance through an investigator.

Diavolo sat alone in his chambers one evening, staring at the stars. He wondered if Lucane would remember the time they spent together, or if it was just a fleeting chapter in his young life.

Even if Lucane didn’t, Diavolo would remember. He would always carry that joy and the heartbreak forever.

Poor Daivolo, I honestly did not know I would take Thailos away from him till I was like "I need some drama". he'll get his baby one day!

Divider By: @cafekitsune

(I honestly enjoy writing these kinds of stories more than the brief text fic ideas that come to me around 2 a.m., so I apologize to people who only enjoy them. I'll attempt to make more, but I haven't come up with anything funny.)

[rae-writes]

Hey, I've had this idea for a little bit involving the obey me characters and wanted to do it, but I'm lazy as f*ck so maybe you can because your writing is very good.

I've just been imagining this but what if the obey me brothers and Mc had, like, a Prank War senerio, like maybe Lucifer vs the anti-Lucifer league and at some point there's a nerf gun war (and it's very dramatic) I don't know, just thought it might be funny. :)

I WAS ON THIS SO FUCKING FAST- LUCIFER VS ANTI-LUCIFER LEAGUE LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The iconic western duel music playing from Mammon's phone in the background almost had you breaking character, but somehow you managed to keep a straight face and raise your [nerf] gun higher.

"Mc?" Lucifer sat with Barbatos, Lord Diavolo, Solomon, and Simeon- all having been in a meeting (read: tea time) together.

"I'm sorry Lucifer..." You broke out into a grin, not being able to take the sight of your demon accomplices poking their heads out from behind the entryway, effectively making the dramatic moment shatter with your laughter.

Satan, Belphie, Mammon, and [a very much bribed] Levi stepped out into the common room with various complaints of you ruining the surprise attack and/or theatrical flair (to which you promptly ignored in favor of laughing harder).

"I just wanna say-" you cocked the plastic gun, aiming it in their direction, "I was promised pudding." and then you fired, hitting Lucifer square in the forehead, before shooting again and hitting Diavolo in the chest.

"ATTAAAACK!"

Hoots and hollers echoed off the walls as the House of Lamentation turned into a chaotic air soft range; Team Lucifer was now firing back with magic while the Anti-Lucifer League + Co was barrel-rolling across the floor and vaulting over furniture as they frantically shot the foam bullets you were all equipped with.

Truly, you didn't know exactly what the hell was going on for a while, only that Satan was going one-on-one with Lucifer, Belphie was taking shots at Diavolo from behind the couch, Mammon had the misfortune of being paired with Barbatos, and Levi was taking on Solomon (Simeon chose to sit on the sidelines and discretely help you).

"Mammon!" your over the top cry got everyone's attention- both the magic and bullets stopped flying as they watched you run to Mammon (who was sprawled on the ground) in amusement.

"M-mc," the second born's performance was even more dramatic than yours, "I feel cold...I t-think m'dyin, mc. U-use Goldy at least t-three times a day for m-me."

Practically in tears from laughing, you quickly tugged Mammon's body up to shield you from Solomon's attack, "LOVE YOU! THANKS!" and made your way to Satan to begin shooting at Lucifer again.

Lucifer is relentless with his magic attacks, not even blinking when you barely managed to dodge, even going so far as chuckling when Diavolo and Barbatos joined him- having defeated Belphie and Mammon.

(Belphie ended up tiring himself out and just stopped mid-roll, allowing Barbatos to land his attack. The seventh born just gave a thumbs up and went limp on the floor so he could just lay there and watch the rest of the game play out).

The five of you were all that was left when Solomon and Levi called a tie ("Shut up, Mammon! I might be a good shooter, but it's kind of hard to land a blow when he's firing shit at me that's breaking apart into more attacks!"), making the competition even more tense. It was evenly paced for at least three minutes before Barbatos withdrew.

"Give up now, Lucifer," Satan sent you a subtle nod, "Or suffer the consequences."

"You couldn't even beat me by yourself. How do you expect to win with Diavolo by my side?"

The largest magic attack that's been used this entire game came from said demon, directed right at Satan with a 100% certainty of landing.

That is, until it slammed into you instead.

Your body flew a couple feet back, skidding across the hardwood upon landing. The entire room went silent as the two opposing members rushed forward with your name falling from their mouth.

Lucifer reached you first, lifting your head to check for injuries softly, "Mc? Does anything hurt?"

"Mc, I'm so sorry-!"

You gripped Lucifer's wrist, tugging weakly (as if you had no strength), "Luci..fer.."

The first born leaned down, conveniently missing the bullet that hit Diavolo's shoulder. "What hurts?!" he was so uncharacteristically worried- it almost made you feel bad. Almost.

"Long live the Anti-Lucifer League."

Satan landed a hit right on the back of Lucifer's neck and a deafening cheer erupted from your other team members. It was all celebration and laughter and recounting the night's highlights until you let out a hiss after trying to sit up.

"That actually did hurt, though, can someone help me up? I might've sprained something....again."

"I'm so, so sorry!"

"It's alright, Lord Diavolo- it was all part of the plan-"

"-getting injured?"

"...Not that part, but winning definitely was. Can I have my pudding now?"

[another-lost-mc]

The Wild Side was so adorable and my heart wouldn’t be able to take it if you wrote something for the other characters (and Azra!) Maybe their animals from the Magical Eggs event would work, but I’d love to see your take, too.

a/n: I’m using the dateables’ onesies for their animal inspiration. I wouldn’t put it past solomon to jinx them somehow during a sleepover.

the wild side: slumber party edition | the dateables + azra

1k words | sfw | more silly fluff + humor

cw: relationships can be romantic or platonic in nature (your choice) except for luke, he is our baby brother and must be protected at all costs.

Lucifer arrives at the Demon Lord's Castle with little fanfare. You were supposed to be having a slumber party with Diavolo and the residents of Purgatory Hall, and he incorrectly assumed there was no possible way things could go wrong. He started receiving a series of alarming messages from staff at the castle that something strange was going on. He hears a disturbance as soon as he lets himself inside the main entrance hall. A loud ruckus coming from the ballroom, typically used to host the young prince's lavish parties, draws his attention. He opens the door and is completely stunned, shocked into silence by the chaos he finds within...

The Dragon (Diavolo)

It's a minor miracle that he's not a full-sized dragon. He's a bit smaller than Cerberus is and the ballroom is spacious—he has plenty of room to stretch his wings.

Judging by the scorch marks across the ballroom's marble flooring, he hasn't figured out how to control his flames yet.

(As soon as Lucifer walked into view, Diavolo snorted happily through his nose. He shot flames across the room and another set of curtains is currently on fire.)

Diavolo's still aware of his size and potential danger. He does his best to keep away from you and Luke who are at the greatest risk of being stepped on.

His scales are very warm to the touch. Barbatos can't land on him without injuring himself, so he squawks angrily at his young master from a safe distance.

He was excited to host this little sleepover for everyone to watch some new movies together, but he thinks this is even better!

The Owl (Barbatos)

He's very anxious, but you can tell he looks at you differently vs. the way he looks at Diavolo Solomon everyone else...

He doesn't believe in regicide, but Diavolo is going to be punished severely after this. And Solomon, too—this is his fault!

(Being a dragon is no excuse for his master to engage in such reckless destruction. He's going to burn down the whole castle at this rate!)

The Little Ds are enjoying this far too much and slacking off on their duties while they watch the madness unfold. The least they could do is help put out these wretched fires...

Barbatos doesn't seem to be nearly as intimidating in this smaller form. Diavolo rolls his eyes when he hoots at him, and the Little Ds keep tugging on his tail feathers teasingly and dashing away.

(If they think he's going to forget this, they're sorely mistaken.)

He gives up on trying to reign in the mayhem and tries to stick close to you instead. You're so small and fragile in your little sheep form, he worries the others might hurt you by accident. He pecks at them to remind them to be gentle.

When everything gets too overwhelming, he flies up and rests on one of the sconces on the wall or the chandelier.

(He nearly falls to the floor when the magic spell finally fades away mid-flight, and that makes him even angrier.)

The Panther (Simeon)

His main concern is keeping an eye on you and Luke. It's amusing to watch the others though; he's content to stick to the edges of the room and observe the chaos.

This is actually great inspiration for a new novel! Or maybe he should try writing a children's book. You would make a cute main character!

He carries Luke somewhere safe when he inevitably falls asleep from all the excitement.

(Solomon and Azra get so distracted picking fights with each other that Simeon picks you up by your collar and carries you to where Luke is sleeping. He curls around your little sleep pile protectively until the spell wears off.)

The Red Panda (Luke)

He's too small to get into too much trouble, but he has a surprising amount of fun—probably the most fun out of everyone, except for Diavolo.

He's not used to having a tail and he trips on it a few times by accident when he runs too fast. He swears that Simeon chuckles in a weird, cat-like way when he falls on his face with a growl.

He follows you around the ballroom, but the other animals are so much scarier bigger than he's too nervous to get close to them.

There are still trays of desserts on the table from dinnertime, and he helps himself to some sweets.

(The spell and abundance of sugar knocks him out cold in less than an hour.)

The Wolf (Solomon)

He didn't mean for this to happen, but he's going to enjoy it while it lasts.

He saunters around, swishing his fluffy white tail and showing off his stunning wolf form for you to admire. For some reason, you don't seem that impressed.

You squirm and glare at him when he tries to kiss lick your face, too.

He lays down and rolls over, hoping that you'll curl up with him because his fur is so warm and perfect to snuggle in.

Maybe you're just shy? The hellhound won't leave you alone but Solomon's not sure he can take him on in a fight...

(Really, can't he enjoy your company for once without one of the demons butting their nose where it doesn't belong?)

The Hellhound (Azra)

You said this was supposed to be a fun little sleepover. He even put on that stupid onesie you bought him because you're cute when you pout you said it would be more fun this way. This was supposed to be a chance for him to get to know your friends—and now he's stuck as a dog!

You weren't immune to the mysterious magic either, and you and the young angel are the tiniest animals here. He's extra-vigilant about trying to keep the others away from you; he's scared they're going to hurt you by accident.

(He's never seen this side of Diavolo before, and he hates to admit how much fun it is watching the young prince set half the ballroom on fire while he shoots fireballs at random objects for target practice.)

He's very agitated when Solomon tries to approach you. That damn wolf keeps stalking you around the room with a hungry glint in his eye.

You don't seem happy with either of them when they start growling and snapping at each other and he's already thinking about how to make this up to you later.

(Maybe when this is over, he can convince you to go back home with him.)

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Unhinged™

(inspired by this post by @leniisreallycool. the pure madness of obey me is the reason why I typically write chaotically-comedic slice-of-life scenarios; because i can honestly write these guys doing the stupidest things and argue that it might as well be canon, these dorks. anime canon, tho. the anime is just another beast of its own to the game ahahaha.)

(so while this may not be anime canon-level obey me content, i hope it comes close. if they’ve actually done any of these and i just haven’t experienced it in-game yet, let me know! it only proves my point.)

There was a time when Solomon brought an extremely-long baguette everywhere with him, insisting it was his magic wand. Even as the days turned to weeks, and the bread crust turned to mould, Solomon would still carry it around everywhere; unbothered by the rancid smell and waving it like a idol group light-stick whenever he spoke an incantation. Then, one day, he showed up at RAD with sandwiches to share. Sandwiches… with suspiciously green and white bread. Turns out, this whole thing was Solomon’s interpretation of dry-aging.

Belphegor and Asmodeus have an ongoing vlog series on Deviltube called ‘Beauty Sleep’. They go somewhere trendy, find some inappropriate place for Belphie to sleep, and Asmo takes some #aesthetic shots whilst timing how long Belphie can nap before being kicked out. It’s incredibly popular and sometimes features cameos from the exchange students and the other Avatars of Sin. Once, a subscriber milestone came with a special surprise: a live-streamed episode of Beauty Sleep in the Demon Lord’s Castle! They never got caught, because Diavolo was busy watching the livestream in his room - too invested to realise it was his own house.

The dining table in the main room of the House of Lamentation has its own fandom on the DevilNet. There are multiple fansites speculating the exact materials used to make it; the exact number of fasteners it uses; and, most especially, its exact length. There are posts, blogs and entire DevilTube deep-dive videos centred around the mystery of how long the table is. This is because, in every piece of media involving the table, it appears a different length despite the decorations and location remaining the same. What the Devildom doesn't know is that the table was made retractable shortly after MC arrived in the Devildom. It was a custom job, done solely so that the table could be used as a runway for a makeshift fashion show (Asmo and Mammon's idea) the brothers held with human world clothes one time MC was feeling homesick.

Once, for a whole month, Mammon dedicated himself to creating a new currency. For the first week, he was an absolute menace, stealing metal objects (like small screws or unused kitchen utensils) around the house to melt down and form into coins of his own design. Beel cried for five days over the lack of cutlery and Asmo kept shrieking whenever he realised he’d had another piece of jewellery had been stolen from him. The rest of the month was spent attempting to rope people into investing; then failing; then celebrating because he had so much of his money to himself; and finally crying because none of it would be accepted at stores.

When he had first gotten into reading books, Satan started a website called ‘Ampbook’ where demons could upload personal writing projects, as well as comment on and share them, too. It’s now incredibly popular, especially amongst younger demons, and is well-known for romance. Well. Much to Satan’s chagrin, it was actually better-known for romance… and fanfiction. He’s constantly torn between allowing his beloved site users their freedom of expression, or immediately taking down any fanfics shipping MC with any of his other brothers. He’s also faked MC x Satan as the most trending tag, permanently.

The height of Beel’s appreciation for Leviathan was shortly after MC’s arrival into the Devildom. They had introduced Levi to an anime centred around four students in a high school swimming team; including a protagonist who Beel thought had a dubiously-intimate love of water. Regardless, Levi tried out for the RAD swimming team - got in and won a bunch of gold medals - and then proceeded to quit the team after a new, different anime he had been waiting for came out. All in the span of a week. To Levi's disdain, Beel brings this up at least once a month: by parading a handmade display of Levi's medals and a framed photo of his older brother in a swimsuit around RAD, showing it off to everyone who asked. And everybody asked. Maybe not so much for the medals.