#obey me Lucifer x gn!mc

[fcxyviixen]

redamancy

summary: after an unknown attack, lucifer enters a state of comatose. his soul entering a place called 'dreamland'. where he meets a unknown being called 'mc'. they hold his life candle in their hands everytime he sees them in this space of darkness. time is irrelevant in 'dreamland' so time in unknown, not knowing whether a day or a year has passed, lucifer tries to pass this time getting to know the unknown being.

pairing: lucifer x dreamland!gn!mc

rating: 14+

chapter wc: 277

warnings: mentions of death

prologue

“Lucifer!! Lucifer!!” Lucifer could hear distant screaming, he tried to open his eyes, but couldn’t, they felt like they were trapped shut. He could recognize the demon yelling for him, it was Mammon.

But, Lucifer didn’t remember why Mammon was yelling his name. Lucifer couldn’t remember much of what happened, like it was just a blank slate. He just remembered being at the Demon’s Lord Castle for a meeting, then he was here.

“Mammon..” Lucifer spoke, but his own voice sounded distant to his own ears. He suddenly couldn’t hear Mammon anymore, it almost freaked the pride demon out. Before he knew it a voice called out to him.

“Are you awake now?” It was a sweet voice, a gentle voice. Lucifer finally could open his eyes, but the area around him was still dark, besides a gentle light coming from the person in front of him.

“Who are you?” Lucifer asked, he didn’t know this person in front of him. They weren’t familiar to him. The person looked at him, they seemed to be holding a candle, one that looked all too familiar to him.

“MC, that is what the last person here has called me.” They answered, they looked emotionless.

“Last person.. What is this place?” Lucifer asked, eyeing the life candle, his life candle.

“This is a place between life and death. Or as some would put it, dreamland.” MC answered.

“Between life and death…?” Lucifer questioned, none of his memories coming back to him.

“Yes, you are neither dead nor alive. Your body has entered a state of comatose.” MC explained, a strange smile creeping up on their face. “Welcome to dreamland.”.

[plnkdemon]

LOVE ME LIKE A GOD, I'M WORTH IT TILL I'M NOT

lucifer x gn!mc breaking up word count: 1,097 tw/cw: bleeding, branding/burning (from a pact mark, not done by another person), toxic (abusive?) relationship, self-reflection, loss and reclaiming of self-worth, nonsexual stripping down to underwear, self-indulgent writing, no beta we die like mc. please let me know if anything is missing. notes: mc is unnamed with they/them pronouns and an unspecified body type, with the exception of the placement of two pact marks. mc is described as having a stronger proclivity towards the sins of pride and wrath (in that order), because i am nothing if not epicurean.

“That’s enough.” The words leave your mouth before you’ve finished thinking them, cutting off the tirade of thinly veiled aspersions with an unintentional command.

Your normal stance is a brazen refusal to conform, most likely carried over from your home realm. It’s second nature to keep your keep rooted in place when someone tries to push you to the side, and it’s no different in the Devildom. You only proved that, both figuratively and literally, between ordering the brothers to address you by your name instead of “human” and physically holding your ground in the face of threat of death. At the start and end of every day, you are proud and not unjustly so, earning yourself the pact mark of the Avatar of Pride situated in the center of your chest as a symbol of your strongest sin.

But none of this is normal, is it? In fact, it’s so fucking stupid. At what point did you allow yourself to soften, become malleable to the hands of a man? Even worse, when did you start to feel ashamed to show your true shape instead of the carefully crafted visage that was thrown over you? It was slowly suffocating you without you even realizing it.

The comprehension is so sudden and heartbreaking you audibly gasp for more air – real air that wasn’t heavily filtered through the thick layer of what you’re expected to be. When you breathe out, it sounds uneven and choked. You were a frog in a pot of water, and it finally boiled over.

In the short time your realization took, Lucifer becomes enraged. Being told to “stop” by a mere mortal and actually have to obey was blasphemous. What gives you the right? Where did you find the audacity to even think to silence the First Lord of Hell?

His anger is blinding. While his words had been cut off, it didn’t prevent him from doing anything at all. He took on his demon form and stood tall, head raised so that he had to look down the bridge of his nose at you…

You… sitting on the edge of his mattress with your head bowed. It stops him in his tracks without a single order from you: he doesn’t recognize this human. The loss of familiarity is stunning and confusing. What the hell is going on?!

You shrug off the clothing that he had meticulously picked out for you, the cause of this whole argument because you had folded them rather than handing, causing minute creasing in the fabrics. In Lucifer’s eyes, an inexcusable failure for a guest of Lord Diavolo’s.

Left in your underclothes, you finally raise your head, meeting the bewildered eyes of your partner – your keeper. Lucifer remains stock still while you gather the clothing and stand, not minding that he had purposefully left an uncomfortable lack of space between his commanding frame and the edge of his bed.

He finally starts to recognize you, the stubborn human who never paid attention to whether or not space was made for them, because you would unapologetically make room for yourself. A wordless statement of your own presence, that was not to be ignored, dismissed, or silenced. 

When the armful of clothes is unceremoniously shoved into his chest, he doesn’t protest. He watches as you don’t flinch when his intimidating wings flutter. This was the human he fell in love with, how long had they been absent? How did he not notice? How long…? Beneath the re-emerging human that he’d adored and longed for ever since they were first acquainted, was a shade he didn’t remember…

Revealed by the shedding of the outfit he’d chosen for you was his brother’s mark, just above his own, darkly gleaming with dangerous rage. Momentarily, he wonders why you would summon Satan, before his mind catches up with the situation. You had said nothing, the pact wasn’t active with his brother’s power, but your own, a side effect of your own inner wrath.

Lucifer doesn’t regret his choice to bind himself to your soul, but always made a conscious effort to hide the evidence of it under high-collared shirts, inadvertently hiding the mark that was so close in proximity to his own. Logically, he knows the meaning of the placement: that while your strongest sin was pride, wrath was not far behind. It was easy to ignore that though when it was out of sight and when he ensured you acted only as he permitted.

The skin around Satan’s mark is red with irritation, burning like a branding, and he knows from experience that if you weren’t calmed down, blood would be drawn soon, staining your underclothes and obscuring the mark of pride with the stream of red.

Lucifer can’t find it in himself to reach out or to try to form words, whether the command would allow him to or not. His gaze is locked onto your sternum, where he’s sure you’re experiencing terrible pain. A pain he caused – causes.

A misunderstanding of the Avatar of Pride is that he can’t experience shame or embarrassment. He can, although his pride prohibits him from showing or admitting as much. As far spread as this misunderstanding is, you know the truth. You know that while his carefully constructed persona shows no reaction, he feels ashamed as he watches your pact with the fourth-born blister and burn, because no matter how many times he lectured you on the mess that your wrath – your humanity – left behind, this was you. You are messy. You leave stains. You make mistakes. You feel so much that you spill your own blood with the sheer magnitude of it. He fell in love with the flaws that made you so inexplicably yourself but he painted over them, sealed them away in favor of making you something you aren’t. This is the result, cracks in the thick layers of plaster and acrylic where your flesh and bone are exposed.

He doesn’t stop you from shoulder-checking him as you force your way past. He doesn’t move even when the door slams shut behind you with finality, leaving Lucifer to deal with the solitude that he earned. He nearly collapses to his knees when he hears Satan’s voice, surely attracted by the pull he felt through your pact. He focuses on the few drops of blood left in your wake, seeping into the seams of his floor, when he hears the two sets of footsteps leading away from his prison cell and he can’t find a single blame that doesn’t fall on his own shoulders.

[temis-de-leon]

Who's their emergency contact

.

Lucifer: Mammon, his favourite brother and the one he turns to when things get serious. For the sake of his peace and sanity, there are things he'd rather keep secret from Diavolo and just for this reason he can't trust Barbatos either; telling something to the butler would only result in the prince knowing.

Mammon: you, whether you like it or not. Depending on the situation, Lucifer may leave him longer than necessary in the hospital (or wherever he's retained) and his younger brothers tend to make fun of him most of the time. If he has to face someone's wrath, please let it be yours.

Levi: Lucifer, the default option. As much as he loves and trusts you, he needs to be realistic: there are some things you cannot handle. Besides that, of course, his eldest brother is responsible when making decisions, especially if his family is involved.

Satan: Lucifer and he hates it. It used to be Asmo until he had an accident with a spell and ended up in serious trouble. When Asmo arrived he cried so hard out of worry that they had to call Lucifer, so he reluctantly changed it to save some time in the future.

Asmo: you. If something happens to him, the first person he wants to see when he wakes up is you and, if it were really serious anyway, you wouldn't go alone to get him. Plus, he'd also die of happiness under your care since he'd be receiving all your attention!

Beel: Lucifer, who he trusts the most in stressful situations. He loves Belphie with all his heart, yes, but he can't trust his twin to be awake at random times; emergencies can happen at any hour, after all.

Belphie: Beel. Does he have to explain? Besides you, there's no one in the family he trusts more than him, so it just makes sense.

You: Lucifer. Mammon tried to negotiate. He tried.

.

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Main Masterlist

This is so damn stupid. I promise I'm writing my normal posts, but I was watching Grey's Anatomy and it just happened. If it looks wonky, it's because I'm sleepy

Taglist: @ilovecandys2010  @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion

[bluewolfangel01]

Mc: *approaches Beel, looking dejected*

Mc: "Beel... Can I ask you for a favor?"

Beel: "Of course."

Lucifer: "Why is Beel holding Mc like that?"

Beel: *holding Mc super tight, with slight crazed eyes*

Belphie: "Mc asked Beel to hold them tight as if he just found them almost dead."

Lucifer: "I see.... Are they're alright?"

Belphie: "Yeah, especially now because of Beel."

Lucifer: "Very well then, as long as they're fine."

Mc: "thanks Beel."

Mc: *hugs Beel tighter and buries their head more into his chest*

Beel: *buries his face into Mc's hair*

Beel: "anytime Mc"

[luxthestrange]

Obey me!Memes #190

Sorcerer Mc Introducing their Demon Bf while in his truest form glaring down at the sorcerers who dare to be mean to you-

[koolades-world]

Exclusive Mc Privileges

Lucifer

Getting to wear his big coats and gloves when you’re cold or whenever you feel like it

Interrupting him working with no consequences no matter how silly the reason

Waking him up first thing in the morning like a kid on Christmas

Telling him how attractive he is when he’s mad

Helping him grooms his wings

Taking as many silly pictures together as they want as long as they don’t share them with anyone

Borrowing his pens

Helping yourself to his record collection

Staying out late

Comforting him in the middle of the night when he wakes up with a nightmare

Mammon

Being his passenger princess

Treating him like a princess whenever he feels inadequate

Borrowing his sunglasses at any time

Keeping him company when Lucifer hangs him upside down

Taking the blame for anything bad you did even if it means losing money

Driving his car

Using his money

Calling him you first and cutest demon

Dressing in matching outfits even if they are bright pink

Levi

Joining him to any and all conventions

Making cosplays with him

Borrowing anything from his manga collection

Touching or seeing his tail in a domestic setting since he’s insecure about

Polishing his scales for him before parties!

Feeding him while he’s gaming

Letting you play any game you want on game nights together

Doing his makeup whenever you feel like it

Caring for Henry

Satan

Organizing his books

Sharing his tea collection with him

Baking cookies together from his favorite book series

Going to exclusive events as his partner

Using his influence to get you whatever you want

Spending late night reading time with him

Going on morning walks with him

Scrubbing his hair in the shower <3

Borrowing his notes from class if you were sick or just forgot to take some that day

Asmo

Sharing his morning routine with him since he wants you to look fabulous too

Getting lots of gifts from him since everything he sees reminds him of you

Borrowing anything you want in his closet

Using his Devilgram

Matching jewelry!

Making jewelry together to have it matching which is better than buying it

Attending meet and greet events with him as moral and emotional support

Him cooking cute recipes he found online for you

Being his personal model for new looks

Beel

Cooking for and with him

Stopping him from eating the ingredients while cooking

Picking out his change of clothes after the gym

Going on dates to new restaurants

Stealing his shirts to fashion into outfits or lounging around in

Piggy back rides!

Flexing his arms for you so you can touch them

Admiring his wings

Teaching you everything he knows about various Devildom dishes

Belphie

Sleepy kisses :)

Hiding in the attic to get away for a while and nap

Pillow shopping together

Going camping in the middle of nowhere to admire the stars and each others company

Sneaking off together at parties

Karaoke together since he knows how much you love his voice

Attempting to wake each other up but falling back asleep together each time

Surprising you at RAD with random gifts of flowers

Making cupcakes together and ending in a flour war

[slutifer]

Solomon: mc isn’t feeling well, so how ‘bout i take over their cooking duty tonight?

Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

MC meets their male version

#3

Story list

MC: summon 'em here!

MMC: no.

Lucifer: no.

MC: please!! I wanna see 'em.

Mammon: me too , I also wanna see how I'd look as a female.

Asmo: hmm~ I also wanna see my pretty female version, I'm sure I'm still the most gorgeous.

MMC: no.

MC: why!?! so you get to see their male version but I cannot see the female version!!???

MMC: .....no.

MC: imagine the interaction between them , so many hot people together....

M!MC: .....now that's tempting...

Lucifer: mc no .

MMC, MC: Mc yes!

*MMC continues to summon the sisters*

F!Lucifer: M!MC where were youu we searched everywher-

F!Lucifer: *sees female MC* .....oh? .....oh~

MC: .....ummmmm

MMC: shut up you asked for thi-

MC: ...and I'm not complaining.

[A/N]: one word , mothers.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

So this is a dumb little headcanon I thought of in the middle of the night since I was thinking about how in NB they never really showed why Lucifer was okay with MC keeping the Ring of Light even if he didn't know about what happened in OM sooo...

GN!MC

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

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in Nightbringer

Lucifer: MC, why do you have my ring?

MC: Because like- wait.. why do I gotta explain this to you? It's a long story and that's that.

Lucifer: Well thank you for keeping my ring with you. Now give it back.

MC: Give it back? What do you mean?

Lucifer: Give me back my ring.

MC: But I found it. Me.

Lucifer: And? That doesn't change the fact that it's mine.

MC: Y'know, Lucifer. Finders keepers.

Lucifer: MC, I'm not going down that rabbit hole. Give. Me. Back. My. Ring. Now.

MC pondered deeply before a smirk appeared on their face. They took off the ring and extended their hand as if to give it to Lucifer.

MC: Here. Take it.

But as soon as Lucifer reached to take the ring MC pulled it back to themselves.

MC: But you might wanna know that I washed it with holy water this morning. And I'd say it's still a bit humid.

Lucifer's eyes widened for a subtle second, MC could catch a glimpse of anger in his expression. The demon took a few steps back, knowing how dangerous holy water is for him. After that he pinched his temple and left.

MC had a big ass grin on their face

---

Later when MC is back to the original timeline

MC telling the brothers about the encounter with Lucifer involving the Ring of Light

Asmo: And so? What happened?

MC: Well.. have you guys ever seen Lucifer run?

Mammon: Run? Like outta fear?

MC: Yeah he was running for his life.

Lucifer: sighing MC you're likely exaggerating.

MC: raising their shoulders I wouldn't say that. You seemed pretty horrified to me.

[another-lost-mc]

a/n: the younger brothers and dateables will be coming later, I didn't want this post to get too long.

size kink feat. the older brothers

nsfw (suggestive and explicit) | 1.5k words | gn!reader

content warnings: implied short reader and size/strength kink (is that a thing? it is now.) slight predator/prey kink and demon form mentioned (lucifer); ab riding/face sitting/reader on top (mammon); being a perv, blowjobs (levi).

LUCIFER

realization

Lucifer really notices your height—or lack thereof—the first time you stand up against him. You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him in defiance, voice raised in defense of his troublesome siblings and arguing against the punishment he decided for them. He always wondered how long it would take for you to finally break through that passive shell of yours. It's lovely to finally feel some pride radiating from you too, and it makes you even more enticing. Unfortunately, he'll have to savor this moment later—he still has an image to uphold, and he's not going to be dressed down publicly by someone so small. He meets your anger with his own authoritative stubbornness, a clash of wills that will inevitably end in your surrender like all your other disagreements with him in the past. He bends at the waist so that his face is directly in front of yours, your noses nearly brushing as he smirks.

"Care to repeat that for me one more time? I couldn't hear you all the way down here."

nsfw

Some nights when Lucifer takes you to bed, he scoops you into his arms and carries you over the threshold to his room while you melt against his chest. Other nights you skirt out of his gasp and dart away, teasing him with a little thrill of the hunt. Your playful taunts echo in the halls and lust surges through the blood that pumps in his veins. All he has to do is follow your scent and you're his. It doesn't matter how much of a head start he gives you because the chase ends the same way every time: being lifted into his arms and tossed on his oversized bed. You bounce on the mattress and barely have time to catch your breath before he's suddenly on top of you and caging you underneath him. His hands fist the sheets on either side of your head and his facial features blur when he leans down, eager to capture your lips as his hard-earned prize. Once he's peeled away your clothes—or ripped them off, depending on how long you teased him with your little game—he can finally smother your soft, naked body with his own. He positions you whatever way he likes: easily raising your hips to meet his steady thrusts, or pushing back on your thighs when he folds you in half and buries himself even deeper in the soft, tight heat of your body. His raven-black wings unfurl at his back and block everything else from sight. The feathers twitch with pleasure and brush against the sides of your body. You're completely enveloped by him—all you can see in the dark canopy of his embrace is his smoldering ruby eyes and his lips curling around the shape of your name when he comes.

MAMMON

realization

Mammon is used to running away from things: his problems, his debt collectors, Lucifer. He's fast and slippery and hard to catch. When you become his unofficial partner in crime, he expects you might have some trouble keeping up—you're only human, after all—but damn, can't you run just a bit faster? When you both stop to catch your breath, or rather when he stops so you can catch your breath, you complain about his long legs and demonic stamina, blah blah blah. He knew you were short, but are you that much shorter than him? You lean against the wall for support while you wait for the burning in your lungs and legs to ease up, completely oblivious to the way his eyes rake up and down your body. He glances at his hands and back to your legs. Y'know, I bet I could wrap my whole hand around those thighs, and—

nsfw

Mammon feels like he's giving control to someone else when he takes you to bed. You hold so much wicked power over him, and the fact that you're so much smaller makes the sensation even more intoxicating. You squirm nervously in his lap while his eyes rake over your bare skin and he licks his lips. It's so fuckin' hot for both of you because he gives you this power freely. You can tease him with kisses and grind slowly against his hips, or you can bounce on his cock while you chase your own pleasure and deny him his. Both of you know that within a blink of an eye, he could easily flip you over and fold you in half before he fucks you senseless, or he could put you on your knees and push your shoulders to the mattress for an even deeper angle when he buries himself to the hilt. He could do that if he wanted to, but for now, he can be patient. He strokes between your legs with his thick fingers and stretches you open while you straddle his abs and try not to smear yourself all over his tummy. Maybe if your scent drives him crazy, he'll curl his hands around your thighs and drag you up his body 'til his tongue can flick against your entrance. There's nothing sweeter than the way you whimper his name and tangle your fingers in his hair while he sucks greedily at the slick arousal between your legs. Each tug on his hair makes his cock ache and his resolve starts to splinter. Maybe you're not the one in control, after all.

LEVIATHAN

realization

Levi likes the feeling of your body leaning against his when you sit next to each other on the sofa in his room. It's not convenient for gaming—your elbows bump each other and it messes up the controls something fierce—but for watching movies or anime? He doesn't call it cuddling but that's basically what this is. He drapes one of his favourite blankets over both your laps and sometimes there's a bowl of popcorn between you, or you pass a box of candy back and forth to each other. Your head rests against his shoulder and sometimes when he turns towards you, his chin grazes over the top of your head. If you squirm a bit to readjust yourself, he looks over and just happens to peek down the gap of your shirt. He glances away while his face burns bright red because he didn't mean to. Now that he knows how easy it is, it gets harder and harder not to look at the bare glimpses of skin you inadvertently put on display for him. He feels bad and just a little dirty, but he can't help it. He couldn't resist your charms before, why should he try to deny the temptation now? So what if he spends the rest of the movie imagining you in other less-than-innocent ways—he's seen this movie plenty of times. You won't even know he wasn't paying attention, and he can get away with letting his fantasies run wild while you cuddle beside him unaware.

nsfw

Sometimes it's hard to get Levi's attention if he's busy playing games or if he's engrossed in a movie he really enjoys. If one more boss fight turns into two more boss fights, or even three, it's not your fault if you have to resort to dirty tactics. He usually spreads his legs wide when he's at his desk or on his sofa—it's comfortable, and he's used to being selfish with his space and not considering whether his guests need leg room too. It's so convenient that nothing turns him on more than the sight of you sinking to your knees and shuffling between his legs. You look so small kneeling at his feet, and your hands can barely wrap around his cock when you pull it free from the tight confines of his pants and guide the tip into your mouth. You lick over the slit and lap up the pearly beads of precum before sliding your lips down inch by inch. It's the perfect combination of slick heat and tight pressure that makes him dizzy, and you can almost feel the deep, rumbling groan that reverberates in his chest. Each time you bob your head, he pants a little faster and his whines sound a little more desperate—your spit dribbles down his shaft and it eases the glide. It sounds so lewd and hot when you hollow your cheeks and suck on the tip before swallowing him back down. Sometimes his hips jerk up when you flick your tongue just right; you can't fit him all into your mouth and you choke a little when his cock hits the back of your throat. He feels bad because he likes it when you sputter around him, and it's not much longer before he's whimpering your name and spilling his release into your mouth. If he's really lucky, you won't be able to swallow it all and he can watch his cum smear across your mouth and drip slowly down your chin.

[kit-the-gaygent]

"You're so mean." Mc sluggishly slurred their words.

Lucifer sighed as he tucked them into her. Asmo had invited Mc to go clubbing with him, however one of the clubs had human world alcohol, and Mc had proceeded to get wasted.

"how am I mean to you Mc?" Lucifer smiled as he decided to indulge the drunken human.

"I'm going to die some day .... and I wasn't that important in your immortal life .... But you consumed most of my life! .... You're so meaaaaaan! I love you so much Luci!" They slurred together.

Lucifer stopped, their words cutting deep into his heart. He dropped their blankets from his hands and enveloped Mc tightly in his hold. His breath becoming ragged as he tried to keep his emotions in check

Mc wouldn't remember this moment ... But Lucifer would, their words weighing heavy on his every action.

[fcxyviixen]

redamancy

summary: after an unknown attack, lucifer enters a state of comatose. his soul entering a place called 'dreamland'. where he meets a unknown being called 'mc'. they hold his life candle in their hands everytime he sees them in this space of darkness. time is irrelevant in 'dreamland' so time in unknown, not knowing whether a day or a year has passed, lucifer tries to pass this time getting to know the unknown being.

pairing: lucifer x dreamland!gn!mc

rating: 14+

chapter wc: 596

warnings: n/a

the unknown being

Lucifer watched MC around the area he was in, he watched them to keep his eyes off of his pitiful and broken angel form. “Is there anyone else in this place?” Lucifer asked.

“In their own dreamlands, yes. There are about 1 more.” MC replied.

“Do you know what happens beyond this place?” Lucifer asked, he was trying to get a feel for who MC truly was besides just the ‘keeper of the dreamland’.

“Nothing beyond what a person tells me. Which is little.” MC answered, they had their back towards them. They looked human, no angel or demon qualities, actually they almost looked like a reaper in the black robe they were wearing.

“How long do people normally stay here?” Lucifer asked.

“Time is irrelevant here.” That was MC’s only answer. “But, normally when a person’s soul and body are back into place, it’s a normal sign they’ll wake up, or so I heard.”.

“So you heard?” Lucifer asked.

“I’ve had one that has returned to this place multiple times.” MC sighed. “He is a handful each time.”.

“Is he the one who is also here besides me?” Lucifer asked.

“Yes…” MC grumbled, the first emotion Lucifer saw that was truly real on the being’s face or voice. MC sighed, “Once he even asked the same questions you had, how did I become the keeper of this place.”.

“Did you answer him?” Lucifer asked.

“No, I did not answer him. He comes so often I find no need to speak with him no more.” MC replied.

“Did he ever find his broken piece?” Lucifer asked.

“He had no broken piece.” MC stated.

Lucifer looked a little shocked, by how MC put it: everyone had one, yet whoever this ‘he’ person was, did not have one?

“I believe you should be worried about finding your own broken piece, not an irrelevant man’s.” MC stated a bit coldly. They must really dislike whoever keeps coming back again and again.

It was something Lucifer had learned about the being, but not exactly what he wanted to learn. Lucifer huffed a bit to himself, deciding not to press it with the being. He was unaware what this being could do.

Lucifer looked back at his broken angel self. He truly did not know what his broken piece could be. Could it have been Lilith? Could it have been the anger he felt at his father. Or could it be that he didn’t feel like an angel when he lost faith?

Lucifer didn’t know, he never thought much about his past as an angel after he and his brothers had fallen to the Devildom. He didn’t want to think about it anymore, he wanted to remove his father’s claws, not insert them further.

“Just trying to think about it will drive you further from finding it.” MC stated, drawing Lucifer from his thoughts.

“You speak from experience?” Lucifer asked, it was what it sounded like to him.

MC sighed, “Yes. If you think too much of something, it’ll be harder to find what you’re looking for. Let it come to you naturally.”.

“Is that how you found yours?” Lucifer asked.

MC paused, “I’m not sure. I do not remember. Much of my past life’s memories faded after I became the keeper of the dreamland.”.

“So do you not remember how you came to own this place?” Lucifer asked.

“I remember clearly. It’s not a memory I would soon, or ever forget.” MC replied.

“You won’t tell me will you?” Lucifer asked, already knowing the answer.

“No.” Was all they answered.

[ci3n]

'one bed' trope with lucifer + mammon

note: sorry in advance not my best work i haven't written in so long :/ but hope u guys still enjoy! (not proofread)

lucifer 

he’s a gentleman. he’ll offer for you to take the bed and will try to look for another room, but there’s just no more options so you two stand there awkwardly staring at the bed. 

“it’s fine, i’ll take the couch” 

“that couch looks too hard; it’ll hurt your back, lucifer” 

“hurt my back? i’m not an old man, mc”

“why don't we just share the bed?”

after a while, he reluctantly agrees to share (he’s very happy, actually). 

lays out a bunch of rules that you don’t listen to.

he’s very nervous for the rest of the night, like the idea of you and him in one bed together just does something to him, like so many things can happen right now (but they won’t calm down old man). 

even though this isn’t how he imagined sharing a bed with you for the first time, he isn’t complaining. 

the next morning, he wakes up to the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen: you lying on his chest with your arms wrapped around him. 

too busy admiring you, he doesn’t realise you woke up. 

“why’re you staring at me like that? it’s creepy” 

“probably because you’re lying on top of me, get up” (he doesn’t want you to pls don’t get up). 

“oh, i’m sorry”

mammon 

he’s so happy, he doesn’t even think of offering you the bed. 

i mean, why would he? he wants you two to share, so when you offer to find another place, he's quick to say no

“i think i’ll go and ask if they have any other rooms availa-” 

“NO” 

“what?” 

“i-i mean, why would ya do that? this bed looks just fine to me” 

“so you want us to share?” 

“ye- i mean no, i don’t want that, but why bother them again? ya know like i mean, this bed’s big enough.” 

you give up and say yes, it’s just for one night anyway 

he’s so giddy the whole night

he can’t get over how close your body is to his. this is something he thought he’d only experience in his imagination. 

jumps a little every time your hand brushes against his 

“mammon, are you okay?” 

“y-yeah, why’re ya asking?” 

“you just seem a bit jumpy, that’s all” 

“i ain’t jumpy yer the one who’s jumpy jumping around the bed every two seconds” 

“what” 

“ya move too much” 

“oh, do you want me to take the couch the-”

“NO DON’T-”

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), mammon and mc taking a shower together, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, kinda ooc but i had so much fun with this

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Lucifer

Wherever you went, rumor followed. Haven't you heard? The mighty Lord of Pride has a significant other. Who could it be? Maybe the prince or his butler? Both of them? Or perhaps it was just some random demon? Surely not the human... right?

"Of course not!" said the witch, surrounded by both curious and jealous nobles.

You weren't in the balcony, but you could still hear the conversation in your spot near the open door. You could also hear the gasps and the murmurs. It was ridiculous.

What to do next? You could interrupt the gossip and make your relationship public; after all, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you both in Ristorante Six or an empty hallway in RAD.

Ignoring them was the better option, however. No words sounded aggressive and yet polite enough to get the witch to shut up without making a scene. Plus, Lucifer was looking exquisitely fine that night. His wings did wonders to his appearance.

"Then who?" the voices asked while you walked away towards your boyfriend.

"Well, I wasn't supposed to say anything..."

Oh no she did not.

"But we're just so in love"

I'll be damned, you thought. She did.

The wrath you felt was primal and it provoked a worried glance from Satan, who was chatting with one of his many contacts in the other side of the ballroom.

You wanted to make an entrance, a dramatic one, but you could only watch as the witch talked and talked about her supposed first date with Lucifer, their first kiss, their first time, his performance in bed (which... No. She was so wrong about that one).

Finally, you opened your mouth.

"You don't say?"

But that wasn't your voice.

Beside you stood Lucifer in all his glory, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and a hand hugging your waist. The floor trembled under your feet as he walked and, if it wasn't for his tight grip, the magic induced vertigo would've send you to the ground.

You could tell he was trying not to harm you too much, but the group in the balcony wasn't so lucky. All of them were on their knees and some even coughing blood.

"Do tell all your stories tonight, by dawn you'll have no tongue to keep lying"

The witch had tears in her eyes, too focused on her own pain to be aware of her surroundings or his words. Was he being serious? You wanted to ask what would really happen to that woman, but Lucifer was always two steps ahead.

He cradled your face and kissed you, slowly yet firm. His cold skin felt good against yours, already blushing under his half lidded eyes.

"Dance with me?" he asked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

Damn, did he know how to distract you.

Mammon

"You're dating the Great Mammon!" he'd said with his characteristic smile, both of you eating ramen in your bed while watching bad romcoms "That's something to be stoked about! You need to tell everyone about it!"

Of course, that translated to: please, please, please, I need people to know that I bagged YOU and YOU chose ME.

So, there you were, chatting with his makeup stylist and some other models while he posed in front of the camera. It was better than you expected, actually. You thought the fashion world in the Devildom would be full of self righteous assholes and insufferable divas, but you couldn't be more wrong.

Well, of course, there's always an exception.

There was a demoness in the other side of the studio, taking selfies with a pout in her lips and a fake, nauseating, innocence in her expression. She looked toxic from a mile away.

And yet, your boyfriend dated her for three months; three long and excruciating months, yes, but still. They'd dated.

And you were cool with that. So so cool with that. You were chill. A freezer, even. You loved Mammon and everyone and their mother could tell Mammon loved you. Everything was fine.

Except... well...

It was easy to forget the brothers were famous and popular bachelors, princes of hell, that, just like in every human monarchy, had fans to spare. People that would support them no matter what they did and no matter who they dated and people that would hate everyone they dated because... You don't really know why.

You just had some haters.

And this bitch was taking advantage of this, you knew it in your heart.

Rumors of Mammon cheating on you with one of his model coworkers had been there since the beginning of your relationship. It was something you just had to live with, one of the reasons the Avatar of Greed doted on you with everything he had.

Mammon loved you.

So why did you panick so much when he stood up in the underwear he was advertising, getting ready for the next picture, and the demoness took a selfie of her lips with his half naked body behind her?

"That whore" whispered another model behind you. You liked them.

But it was okay, you didn't mind. No, really. You didn't.

Except you did.

And so did Mammon.

"Oi!"

Everyone looked at him and you could swear his demon form was starting to show, blending with his siluette in blurred edges.

"Delete that"

She could've laughed at him, like everyone tended to do. She could've ignored him and tempt fate, but it was not a wise idea.

There was static in the air, black mist barely clouding your vision and a faint voice whispering in the back of your brain. The sound of feathers filled the room and soon crows started to surround the studio outside the window.

After a couple of sickening minutes, a loud pop settled the place back to normal and caused the birds to fly away.

The demoness gasped, letting her DDD fall to the ground like it burned her. Looking at her smoking hands, it probably did.

After that, everyone acted like nothing happened. You, however? Your whole body was buzzing, leaving you paralyzed with feelings you needed to explore in the future and making Mammon look at you with a knowing smile.

"...sick of those rumors..." he'd say hours later while he washed your hair in the shower "and you dumbass humans believe everything you see, even if it's stupid"

He'd wait until you were both in bed, ruminating about every little thing that happened back there before talking again.

"Because it's stupid, you know? I'd never cheat on ya. The Great Mammon would never do that to you. I mean, I'd never to that anyway, but specially not to you. Keep that in mind, human! You catched the best demon of all hell! Lucky you!"

Lucky me, he wanted to say instead.

You understood him anyways.

Leviathan

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu sent you a message!

.

.

You stared at the screen and the screen stared back at you.

Reading the user name physically hurt you and you'd lie if you said you weren't worried about it. Did you trust Levi? Yes, absolutely. Did you trust f3istyk1ttenuwu? Not really, no.

So (this time voluntarily), you opened the gates of hell.

It was the Devildom version of Discord, which was worrying enough, and the user's pfp showed a cute pinked hair girl with dainty horns and half of her boobs out.

With a frown and your heartbeat in your throat, you opened the chatroom.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: r u lone?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: did ur frend leef?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: their a party pooper

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: didnt let u join the grp

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: :(

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: leviachsn?

.

Oh, heeeeell no.

First of all, it was leviachAn. Second, YOU were the only one who could call him THAT.

Ignoring the voice of reason, you checked the door before investigating the previous messages. Levi was in your room, retrieving your nightwear as punishment for not letting you win in Devil Kart YET AGAIN, so, knowing how flustered he got everytime he saw you in the Ruri Chan's inspired piyamas he got you for your birthday, you were sure you had another couple of minutes alone in his room.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: thx 4 sving me !!

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: we shld team more

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: were zo good 2gether

wEre Zo gOoD 2gETheR

You couldn't help but mock her in the privacy of your mind. Did she think writing like a 10 year old was attractive? If so, what the fuck?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: call? brke my pc & cn't fix it alone \(-o-)/

"Call a fucking tech" you whispered to yourself.

"Henry?"

Fuck.

You turned around like a deer in headlights. Levi's cheeks still wore a furious red, but he remained quiet at the door when he saw you snooping through his private conversations.

Fuck it, you thought after some uncomfortable seconds. If someone could understand jealousy, it would be him.

"Who's this girl?"

Levi frowned and got closer to you, leaning over your shoulder to see his computer, probably giving you the closeness he'd crave if he was in your place.

"Oh, I don't know" his final answer disappointed you "Some girl the others wanted in the party"

But why was she talking to him like that?

"And why is she talking to you like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, knowing that both of you knew the answer. Then, he straightened like he had an epiphany, and looked at you with shining eyes and a smile too big for his face.

"Are you jealous, MC?"

Levi jumped in happiness before you could say anything, unable to truly express how happy he was upon his sin affecting you.

"My Henry is jealous!! Because of a yucky disgusting otaku like me!! This reminds me of that anime: 'Help?! My crush snooped through my pc and now they're jealous because someone else is flirting with me??'"

It was obvious by now you had nothing to worry about, so you let him be. You let him appreciate how much you loved him.

In the end, you had to shower his face in kisses to shut him up and, for great measure, you also changed into that extra large Ruri Chan t-shirt in front of him.

Hours later, both of you were sweating in the comfort of his bathtub and Levi was completely sure you fell asleep.

And if you saw how he offered himself to fix this girl's computer only to hack her camera and post her real face all around the internet, no you didn't.

Tagging them lovely people: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin

Hope you like it!

[bluewolfangel01]

Mammon: "Ugh, I swear we've looked everywhere and we still haven't found Mc!"

Satan: "I'll admit, I didn't think they would be this good at hide and seek."

Asmo: "Where could they be, we've searched the whole house havent we?"

Beel: "Well, there's one place we haven't checked. Lucifer's study."

Levi: "WH-WHA?! WE CANT CHECK THERE! Lucifer is in there!!! He'd kill us on sight if we went in there while he's busy!!!"

Belphie: "It's the only place we haven't checked."

Lucifer: *in his study, busily working away at the mountain of paperwork on his desk from Diavolo*

Mammon: *opens the door slowly trying to be quiet, but its only opened to a small bit before...*

Lucifer: "Is there something you need Mammon?"

Mammon: "H-hey bestest bro in all the realms! Uh... Mc wouldn't happen to be hiding in here by any chance right?"

Lucifer: "Leave before I give Cerburus a new white haired pinata to play with."

Mammon: *shuts the door and runs away as fast as possible*

Lucifer: "I do not understand why you decide to hide here whenever you all play hide and seek."

Mc: *pops their head out from underneath Lucifer's cape*

Mc: "Because it's a guaranteed win spot and I get the chance to spend some alone time with you~"

Lucifer: *looks down towards Mc and he can't help but smile seeing their face*

Lucifer: "You're lucky I love you."

Mc: "I know!"

Mc and Luci then proceed to kiss

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#953 The 3 Drunkards

The brothers sent you to take care of the drunk trio...it is not what you expect..

Raph: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Luci? Luci: Simeon, easily. Sim, laughing: What the fuck, Lucifer Luci: Well, Mc would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Mc, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

It's canon that these three a booze hounds...and we are the sacrificial lamb to bring em back home-