#you're allowed to like bottom!Lucifer

[allastoredeer]

Re:bottom Lucifer ideas in general:

Lucifer IS a sad wet baby man and he could kick alastors shit in any day of the week. In this essay I will-

He is a sad wet baby man who can kick Alastor's ass, but we never see it. We only ever see the sad wet baby man part. Lucifer's still got fire in him. He's got pride and shame. He's quick to anger. He's got immense amounts of love for his daughter. He's got negative opinions of the very people he rules.

He's so much more than a sad wet baby man, yet that's all I ever see 😩

I think, at the end of the day, I just don't see the appeal of bottom!Lucifer. It just doesn't click right for me. It doesn't hit the right chemicals in the brain. I might just be how he's characterized 99% of the time, but it's just not for me.

[cyberm4n]

alastor and lucifer sharing you pt 2!

(i tagged people who commented asking for part 2 but lmk if you want to be untagged)

pt1, pt3

tags: @lu-ferri12 @my-anime-garden @princessdreamss @polytheatrix

cw: explicit smut, not thoroughly proofread, lucifer has a daddy kink, still in a hinge type relationship, hints to radioapple if you squint

other: i wrote part of this while very high so if there's a random perspective change just know i was cooking so hard with writing that i forgot to write in 2nd person pov

■ let's be honest neither of them are particularly interested in the other halfs involvement in this equation

■ but it's incredibly hard to deny that they work well together with you in the bedroom

■ when they want to, of course.

■ so there's a silent agreement between them that they usually put their beef aside cause like. they have you atleast.

■ i think alastor would still want to be close though, so most often your head is laid in his lap or he's touching you somehow

■ but there is a VERY strict line of sight he follows because depending on what exactly is going on this position makes it far too easy for the two men to just be staring at each other and that is 100% a no go for them

■ which i mean, fair enough

■ lucifer does tend to get a little possessive on the rare occasion alastor decides he wants to participate a little

"oh sweetheart, daddy is making you feel so good, right?" he would coo at you as he bullies his cock into you again.

alastor, tilting your head back with his hand, claws scraping at the soft skin of your neck. a good portion of your upper body is laid out on him, his other hand pinning your arm down.

"eyes on me, darling" he'd say, only for lucifer to give a particularly rough thrust, trying to get your attention back.

the main ground rule you had set is that they were not allowed to bicker with each other during intimate moments, so after a whine escapes your throat the two set it aside. for now.

■ i feel like alastor is strictly a dom, especially considering most of the time he's not really physically participating

■ lucifer id say is more of a service top. he wants you to feel good and he wants to know how good you feel.

■ i think he'd bottom if you really wanted him too but like only if he gets to make you feel good yk

■ alastor does particularly enjoy watching lcuifer go down on you, seeing you writhe in pleasure and moan so sweetly is like music to his ears.

■ he'd love to broadcast this

■ there is sometimes alastor takes a complete backseat though

■ maybe he's not in the mood or just wanting a different angle

■ so that's how you ended up riding lucifer while alastor gleefully watches from a chair beside the bed

"s'ok princess, you can do it" lucifer would say, hands on your hips as he guides you down on his cock. you squirm and whimper as he stretches you open.

with his guidance you start gently grinding your hips down, and lucifer lulls his head back, sweet praises falling out of his mouth.

"fuck.. that's it. ride daddy's cock. you're such a good girl" he'd moan as he rubs your clit. it's not long before he gets impatient though, wanting to hear more moans coming out of his pretty girl, hands returning to your hips as he bucks into you.

"you like it when he watches?" lucifer practically growls, hips thrusting up harder now. "cmon baby, talk to me" he'd gently tut, slowing down to such a painfully slow pace.

you're practically reduced to nothing, giving a weak moan, both of their smiles growing wider. "such a good duckling, letting daddy get his fill. gonna fill you up princess" lucifer says as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, another thing lucifer loved to do.

■ alastor has never been a fan of the more personalized petnames lucifer calls you

■ "duckling" "ducky" "doll"

■ but he has some of his own

you're on your knees in alastors radio tower, the very rare occasion lucifer just isnt feeling up to it. he's never been a big fan of receiving head, and he's just not feeling it today, comfortably sat in a chair.

alastor on the other hand, his hands are wound tight into your hair as you suck him off. "oh my sweet doe, so desperate to please" alastor would purr, feeling your tongue swirl around his cock.

"i understand why you... indulge so often. our little pet is such a people pleaser, isn't she?" he'd chime to lucifer, who doesn't respond, not really atleast.

■ but aftercare

■ oh aftercare from these two is amazing

■ the only time they firmly agree with each other and leave everything else behind is during after care.

■ it doesn't matter which of them you want or what you want they're gonna make it happen

■ if you want both of them that's great! and they definitely won't get mildy possessive of you at all!!

■ lucifer is definitely a big cuddler

■ and i feel like alastor would be about praise and affirmations, especially after playing "bad cop" the whole time.

■ not that he minds that, mind you.

"darling you were amazing, im so proud of you" he'd say in a much gentler tone, stroking your hair as you lay on lucifers chest, whos pressing soft kisses across your face.

lucifers hands trace soft circles on your back as they both murmur affections to you, and when you finally slump your forehead to lucifers shoulder, they both breathe out a smile.

if he's feeling particularly charitable, lucifer will nod to alastor to take you, to cuddle with you. most of the time alastor declines respectfully, still not really prone to expose himself to touch.

but on the rare occasion he takes the offer, switching places as he cuddles into you, lucifer cracks a little smile.

they really do make a good team, don't they?

[another-lost-mc]

having a brainrot about how it would be if the characters turned into their animal type (is that what that's called?)

like imagine a shady sorcerer happen to accidentally cast a spell that changes them into their animal type how fucking cute and funny that would be

-🪶

a/n: that's so cuuuute. I went with the symbolic animals from their banners.

the wild side | the demon brothers + karasu

0.5k words | sfw | fluff + humor

related: the dateables' version

The Peacock (Lucifer)

How he responds to you vs. how he responds to everyone else:

He can't keep his feathers fanned out on full display as much as he wants to because he keeps getting stuck in doorways.

He walks around the house in a slow strut. Sometimes he spins around to show off all 360 degrees of his exquisitely-feathered beauty.

He doesn't notice that sometimes he smacks you in the face with his plumes if you're nearby.

The Crows (Mammon and Karasu)

They both bring you gifts and intimidate the others that try to get too close.

They're even more clingy than normal too.

It's surprisingly easy to tell them apart: Mammon's feathers are tipped with white, and Karasu's eyes have a deep scarlet glow.

The Snake (Leviathan)

He desperately wants to curl himself around your arm or leg. He'll try to keep his space if you're visibly creeped out by snakes though, he doesn't want to scare you.

An alternative you could try is wearing one of his oversized hoodies: he'll curl up inside the pocket and every once in a while he'll poke his head out and flick his serpentine tongue at you.

If you don't like that either, he'll curl up in the bottom of your closet or under your bed, somewhere dark and warm where he can still be close enough to keep an eye on you.

The Unicorn (Satan)

The House of Lamentation wasn't designed for horses or horse-like creatures.

He's the only one Lucifer won't try to chase away, his hooves look deadly.

Satan doesn't fit in your bedroom easily but he'll follow you in the hallways or inside the larger rooms with more space.

You are definitely going to recreate this movie moment at some point before the magic wears off:

The Scorpion (Asmodeus)

He's a bit bigger than most scorpions which means he's even more cute or gross depending on how you feel about them.

He's careful not to hurt you with his pincers if you pick him up.

He must be powerful even in this form because he releases sweet-smelling pheromones when he senses you're nearby.

He curls in the makeshift bed on you place on your desk for him. He's surprisingly calm even though scorpions are usually nocturnal.

His eyes have an eerie pink glow. You didn't notice it until you turned off the lights at bedtime.

(He stares at you until you fall asleep.)

The Fly (Beelzebub)

He's a bit larger than a normal fly.

He's restless and his wings are so noisy when he buzzes around you.

Most of the time you can hear the faint sound of his wings coming from the kitchen.

When he's not eating, he's usually hovering on or near Belphie.

The Cow (Belphegor)

He barely fits in your room and he snorts irritably when you raise your arms up and remind him that he is definitely not allowed to sleep on your bed like this.

He's even more annoyed because he can't go up to the attic like this either.

He just happens to plop down in front of your doorway to sleep instead. The others can't climb or go around him easily. He flicks them away with his tail when they try. He doesn't mind if you climb over him though.

read more: obey me masterlist

[weepingwillowwonder]

Gimme another NSFW RadioApple x GN!Reader ❤️💛[MDNI 🔞]

CW: Daddy kink, Dom Luci/Sub Reader, Voyeurism (Alastor), Dirty Talk, Penetration, Luci being a lil rough

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"Do you think Luci would like being called daddy…?" Lost in thought, the words slip from your lips without restriction. 

"I beg your pardon?" Alastor lowers the book in his hands, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he questions your completely random inquiry. Your eyes widen slightly at his reaction and a wave of embarrassment comes over you from asking so shamelessly. 

"You know..." you start, flustered by the need to explain yourself. 

"If you mean as a term of endearment from his daughter, I'm sure he would be elated to be referred to as such." He comments uninterestedly, returning back to his book with a flip of a page. 

"No, no. I mean calling him daddy as in like daddy…" Alastor raises an eyebrow, indicating he's still listening to you despite him seeming distracted with his book. "Like in bed or something..." Amused, Alastor repeats back what you say in a condescending tone.

"Or something, hm? As I understand it, you're asking if Lucifer would like to be referred to as daddy during intercourse. Is that correct?" You look away and give him a shy nod. "And may I ask what brought about this inquiry?" Your bottom lip pokes out in a pout before you ask accusingly.

"Am I not allowed to just ask a question?" While he doesn't say anything about the sudden change in attitude, you note the quiet hum he gives and the crossing of his legs. 

"Maybe you should ask him for yourself." He makes eye contact with you from above his book with a mischievous look. Your lips purse together. There's no way in hell you'd actually- 

"Ask who what?" The sound of the voice behind you has you practically jumping out of your skin. 

"L-Luci!" You let you a squeak of his name and quickly scramble to sit up, looking in his direction. He gives you a charming smile as he closes the portal behind him. Lucifer quickly approaches you with a gentle hand on your cheek and presses a soft kiss to the other before making his way into the room. Shedding his hat and suit jacket, he catches you watching him undo his bow tie and sticks his tongue out in a playful manor. 

"Sooo who are we asking stuff?" He comes to hover next to Alastor, stopping to give him an affectionate squeeze on his shoulder. Alastor responds by silently placing a hand on top of his. Even if only for a moment, you feel a flutter in your chest watching the two subtly show each other affection. 

"I believe our darling has something to ask you." The grin on Alastor's face grows sharply as he takes in every bit of your embarrassment. 

"Oh? Well what do you have to ask me?" Lucifer moves closer to you on the bed and kneels in front of you with a gentle smile on his face, completely unsuspecting of your less than innocent thoughts. 

"I..erm...Well I was wondering what you were off doing today! You were gone for an awfully long time, so uh...what did you do today?" You mentally facepalm yourself, why are you such a bad liar? Alastor scoffs in the background and Lucifer eyes you carefully before responding. 

"Hmmm, well I had a few meetings, finished up some paperwork, and you know, other important royal duties." He leans forward and slides both of his hands along the outside of your thighs. 

"Ah well! That sounds quite eventful!" You nod, fighting the urge not to look away as you try your best to not seem suspicious.  He hums slightly, seemingly looking straight through your facade. 

"So what did you really have to ask me?" Your eyes immediately avert as he questions you again. 

"I'm not sure what you me-," He stands up to hover over you now, one hand coming to rest on his hip while the other tucks under your chin. He lifts your chin to face him and you sucks in a quiet breath when you catch the playful look in his eyes. 

"Oh honey, don't play that game with me." You glance over at Alastor for assistance, but Lucifer's voice and his grip on your chin has your eyes snapping right back to him. Your fingers twitch as you fight the urge to relieve some of the building pressure between your legs. "He can't help you baby~" He purrs as he leans in closer…

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"Mm, f-fuck Luci...!" The whimper leaves your lips in a sputter as he presses further into you, his hips rolling slowly to get deeper inside.

"Mhm...tell me about it baby~" His voice lowers slightly as he playfully mocks your cries, soft pants coming from him as he keeps rolling his hips into you..

You let out an embarrassing groan as he bottoms out and hang your head low, trying your best to take in the overstimulating pleasure he gives you. With your brain foggy with lust, you find enough clarity to remember the reason you were in this particular situation. 

"Come on sweetheart, tell me how good you feel," he says, voice dripping with desire before breathlessly chucking to himself. "...or are you already too fucked out to answer?" His teasing words and condescending tone has you crying out for him. 

"So good daddy!" His grip tightens noticeably and his hips stutter to a still in their movement. 

"W-what did you just say...?" He asks lowly, wide eyes boring in the back of your head before glancing up at Alastor's pleased grin. 

"No,no,no, please!" You whine desperately trying to fuck yourself back against him, but he stops you with a firm hold on your hips. Before you realize, you're being pulled back with a hand on your throat, your back now flush against his chest. 

"Honey, I asked you a question." You realize quickly the underlying danger hiding behind his tone as he mumbles in your ear. He's not asking you to answer him, he demanding you to. 

Making eye contact with Alastor from your position, you lick your lips. With a shaky breath you answer him in the sultriest tone you can muster, "You make me feel so good, daddy...want you to fuck me how you want it." If Alastor wasn't paying attention before, he definitely was now if the ever growing bulge in his pants was anything to go by.

"Y-you shouldn't..." Lucifer sound uncertain, almost strained as he responds. 

"But don't you love it when I call you daddy?" Your voice raises in pitch and you reach a hand up behind you to run through his hair. He groans deeply in your ear and the hand on your throat tightens slightly as he leans into your touch.

 "... I love it baby..." he whispers, hips picking back up their rhythm, pounding into you at a new angle. "You dirty fuckin' little…S-shit! Always such a tease..." he spits out, earning a sharp gasp from you. Lucifer was never truly rough with you, but if the pace kept going the way it was, who knows where the night would end?

[onyourowndaisymae]

when mammon falls in love

content + warnings: mammon x gn!reader, fluffy, just mammon getting rescued from hanging in the stairwell and realizing he's smitten // [masterlist]

word count: ~1.5k

mammon really fucked up this time. most times, he fucks up pretty bad. his greedy fingers snatch and take without discretion and his brain allows it, entranced by the allure of his favorite reward: grimm. he should know better by now than to let his greed get the best of him within the demon lord's castle, but it's just so tempting--

he tried to wander off with priceless treasure. barbatos caught him. lucifer was punishing him. tale as old as time.

hours had passed. his body hung from the ceiling of the stairwell, each miniscule movement making him sway slightly in the air. all the blood had long since gathered in his head, making his brain soggy and useless. his thoughts blurred together into a pile of mush. he wasn't having fun. his head hurt. his arms were tired. lucifer is a bastard. he misses you. if he could muster up the brainpower to count, he'd start counting the stairs on each flight to cure the boredom that came with hours of hanging still. he'd given up on calling for help long ago-- that only seemed to piss lucifer off more, and sometimes encouraged a brother or two that was really fed up with his antics to come spin him and laugh.

the house of lamentation grew bitingly cold at night. his jacket kept him warm enough, but the way his shirt rode up left him shivering in the overwhelming darkness. he could hear the drip of the kitchen's leaky faucet, and... what was that?

shuffling. slow and quiet, like someone who didn't want to be seen. the faintest of lights reached his eyes, like something was around the corner.

"mammon?"

his world is engulfed in a bright light, and mammon flinches away from it. you curse, and that's when he realizes you just shined a flashlight through the darkness and accidentally blinded him. he hears hissed apologies and shuffling as he blinks rapidly, trying to regain his bearings.

"what are ya doin' here?"

"i couldn't sleep thinking about you hanging out here all night," you explain, carefully leaning over the railing to reach for him. he gladly takes your hand and lets you lead his to a solid edge. he grasps at it tightly and tries to restart his body after hours of swinging dormant and bloodless. "so i came to get you. you can sleep in my room for the night."

once he's got a secure hold on the ledge, you begin to tug and pull at the ropes binding him. they're tight, but you persist. when he's finally free enough to save himself, he hears your footsteps scurry up to the next flight and mess with the rope up there.

riiiip!

the rope collapses with a loud groan, and suddenly the pressure on mammon's body loosens. he yanks his body towards the ledge, quickly, before gravity makes him splatter at the bottom of the stairwell. his body flings limply over the railing and he collapses on the smooth floor in a heap. your footsteps, muffled by your socks yet still urgent-- not that mammon would ever admit to memorizing the sound of your footsteps-- get closer and closer until you're by his side. your voice is a gentle coo as you help untangle him from the slack ropes clinging to his torso.

"lucifer told me not to come get you but... you always look so miserable up there."

he slurrs out something akin to a thank you, but you don't let him speak much. his chest is warm as he fumbles to stand. you're an angel. his beautiful, loving savior. his heart thumps in his chest, in part to get his blood flowing again but definitely also because your arms are now wrapped around him, gentle and steady as you help him to his feet.

"shhh, it's okay. c'mon, don't push yourself too hard. you look like shit."

you assist him to your room. he feels like an idiot stumbling down the steps and across the house, but with you he doesn't mind as much. his brain slowly returns to him as his body gets moving. you're in a big sweatshirt and comfy sleep shorts-- fuck, you look pretty cute like that. he can't seem to keep his eyes to himself as you walk him across the house, but you're too concerned with making sure you both get to your room unnoticed to care.

you nudge the door closed with your heel and coax him up onto your bed. even though he can stand just fine now, you don't seem to trust him to remain upright all by himself. when he spreads out on the bed, you begin lecturing him-- firmly, so he knows you're disappointed, but your heart's not behind it. your eyes are soft and forgiving as you look at him.

"-- just," his thoughts finally clear, and he tunes back in to the lecture, "stop... doing stupid shit, okay? i hate seeing you get in trouble like that."

he nods dumbly, but you don't seem convinced.

"i mean it. watching you hang there makes me anxious-- i know you're not gonna fall or anything but i still can't help but worry about you. it makes me sick, mammon. just... come to me before doing something stupid, okay? and i'll talk you out of it."

"okay." his mouth feels like cotton as it forms around the word. he'd agree to whatever you said as long as you keep looking at him like that. this kindness is not out of character for you, but it makes him hot and bothered under the collar.

how long have these feelings been festering inside of him?

before he can even process what you're doing, you pull him into a tight hug. your body is warm against his, situated nicely between his legs as he sits on the edge of your bed. he wraps his arms around you on instinct. he nuzzles his neck into your shoulder and breathes your scent in. you're so you. so unapologetically human, so flawed, yet so wonderful all the same. his arms tighten around you.

he's never had as much fun as he's had when you're in the devildom. whether it be at home in his room or lost in the lights of poker tables and slot machines, as long as you're there, he's feeling unstoppable. he likes passing you notes at RAD and watching your lips curl into that sneaky smile. he hates sharing you with his brothers-- they don't understand you like he does. you have an unshakeable bond, formed by that first pact inked in your skin. you're his human, his best friend, his-

that's the moment that it hits him.

mammon is completely, utterly in love with you.

his face burns at the realization, and he nearly pushes you away when he straightens up suddenly. you blink up at his hurried movement, startled, and ask him what's wrong.

what's wrong? what's wrong? dammit, he's in love with you! his hands tremble as he nervously pulls at his jacket. he hears himself mutter some lame excuse about being tired and shaky after a long night of hanging upside down.

you climb onto your bed and coax him to lay next to you with a soft smile. his limbs feel heavy but his head is swimming through cotton. love. love. he loves you. he loves you when you curl up under the covers and when you lift them up to invite him to join. he loves you when you nuzzle into the sheets and when you lay your head down and when you scooch a little closer so he can feel your heat and--

relax. breathe. mammon's thoughts are racing as fast as his heart and he needs to take a moment before his head explodes all over your bed.

you cuddle closer and he takes a moment to wrap his arms around you. there's a content sigh that leaves your lips. he's smitten.

you, who he babysat in your early days at RAD. you, who tricked him into a pact. you, who defends him from his brothers even when he's wrong, clearly wrong. you, who came to rescue him even though you know it'll probably put you on the receiving end of a lecture.

your breathing steadies out and he can tell you're on your way to sleep. just like that, huh? mammon is having one of the biggest realizations of his life, and there you are, falling asleep. you must feel really safe in his arms to do something like that. his lips find the top of your head and he presses a soft kiss against your hair.

morning will come in a few hours. soon lucifer will notice that mammon's spot is empty, and he'll come searching for him to instill a new punishment. soon the day will begin again and he'll have to give you up, let you out of his arms where the devildom is harsh and unforgiving.

but tonight, you're both here. still, quiet, drifting into unconsciousness while intertwined. tonight, mammon is all alone with the human he's fallen completely, desperately, unequivocally in love with.

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[lucifers-rubber-duck]

𖤓 Can we keep them? 𖤓

Characters: Charlie, Lucifer, Alastor, Angel & Husker.

Warnings: None.

Summary: Reader suddenly appears with a baby Hellhound on their arms and asks to keep them, what would their reactions be?

𖤓Charlie

• She's extremely surprised when you appear with a baby Hellhound on your arms, even more when you asks if you could keep them.

• She would probably say yes without thinking, with her eyes shining of how cute the little dog looks, before she quickly shakes her head and tries to stand her ground better.

• She would probably lecture you of how much of a responsability it is to adopt a Hellhound, especially when they're still little and can't do much by themselfs, she would probably also info dump to you about them.

• She makes you promisse that if you're going to keep them you'll take good care of them, she actually helps a lot since she grew up taking care of Razzle and Dazzle. She acts like the cool aunt of your new baby.

• She's probably the best influence you could get for your child, she's just the sweetest and will help you teach the baby what's right and wrong, will read them bedtime stories, will teach them to sing and to dance. She's simply the best person you could ask for.

𖤓Lucifer

• He's a little confused at first, he never put much thought onto the creatures of Hell, but the moment you show him the cute puppy's face, he's melting and allowing you to keep it.

• He would try to help to take care of them but wouldn't be very good at it, he never did a proper research on the beings of Hell, he disliked sinners already, he saw no reason to even pay attention to the other beings his past actions had created.

• But after you adopt the little hound, he will personaly go talk to Beelzebub and ask her what he should do. He asks her tips, about the best snacks to give them, how many baths should a pup get by a day, he's going full dad mode.

• He doesn't take care of a child since Charlie was little and everytime your new baby runs to his arms when he walks in the room to say hi he's in the verge of tears, he'll hold your child on his arms and act like he's the actual father.

• Don't even think twice if you need anything for your pup, he's going to give it. They got sick and need a doctor? He's calling someone from the Ring of Sloth just for them. Need diapers or clothes? Boom, they're already at your door. Want to take your child somewhere fun? He'll give you two free access to his theme park Lu Lu Land all rights reserved.

• Man is just happy to be able to experience being a father all over again.

𖤓Alastor

• The moment you show him the Hellhound you can hear static piercing your ears and the air getting colder, a green energy coming out of him as his antlers grow bigger and his eyes turn dark with only red dots to be found in them.

• You get that it's a no pretty quickly and hides the puppy away before he can do anything about it.

• But you're not known for giving up easily and keeps the Hellhound even so, making sure they never get too close to Alastor, and by to close I mean in the same room, breathing the same air.

• You'll have to try your best to make Alastor slightly fond of the puppy. First trying to give up some signs that you wanted to adopt a baby, then start talking about all the perks a Hellhound has and then later slowly introduce both of them in the same spaces.

• Is like showing your old pet your newer pet and praying they get along, but the old pet in question is a powerful Overlord that can easily kill both of you and broadcast your screams to all of Hell and the new pet is a creature that is in the bottom of Hell's hierarchy.

• After weeks of trying he would just let you be to be honest, he says you can keep it if you stopped annoying him about and forcing him to interact with them. But sometimes you would find yourself trying to calm him down because the Hellhound decided to walk too close to him or even chewed a part of his coat off.

𖤓Angel

• He probably wouldn't mind and say that you could stay with them, it's not his business, it's yours, you do what you want.

• Would eventualy grow attached to the hound, probably not as much as some others, but he does enjoy their company.

• He likes being the bad influence and would 100% teach your child swear words. He wouldn't be as inappropriate around them tho, he knows his limits and was scolded by you enough times about his actions around such a young figure.

• I think if the hound ended up getting friends with Fat Nuggets he would care more, he treats his little pet pig as his own child and would find it rather adorable if they got along togheter, you know for sure he's snapping photos.

• Likes to play dress up with you and your child, he would already lend you some clothes and help you take care of your skin or paint your nails, etc. He would do the same with your Hellhound, dressing them up to look all fancy, brushing their fur and giving them little accesories. Y'all probably have matching shirts he buyed for fun.

• “Where did you found them again toots?”; “Doesn't matter, check out this new trick they learned.”

𖤓Husker

• Would probably say something like “I'm not your dad, do whatever the fuck you want” and keep going with his day.

• He would try to ignore the Hellhound as much as he can, he doesn't like children very much and his cat instincts can get the best of him sometimes, making him hiss at the sight of the dog.

• But he'll definitely call you out if you end up doing something wrong while taking care of them, he says he doesn't care while teaching you the proper way to hold and to feed them. If you ask how he has so much experience he'll flip you off.

• After some time with the Hellhound around, he'll start to accept babysitting them if you ever need to go out to work or to do a importat thing, don't blame him if the pup ends up learning a bad word tho, you are the one leaving them with a drunk bartender in his bar.

• The Hellhound and him would start to go really well together and you would find them sleeping in the couch of the hotel's lobby when you return late to the hotel thanks to work, your now adopted child sleeping on top of the man's chest, snoring and with Husker's wing around them both.

• You took a photo just to always remember the sweet moments and maybe use against Husker if you needed a favor from him, it always works and you get cute photos so it's always a win-win for you.

[lxkeee]

CHAINED BY DESIRES

-SMUT [2/2]

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Sinner! Fem! Reader

Genre: Romance & Smut

Warnings: Lucifer owns your soul in this one. P in V sex, slight choking (chains as round your neck), dom/switch Lucifer, fingering, orgasm denial, praises (reader receiving), consensual sex, unprotected sex.

Notes: this is 3k of pure smut. So minors do not interact.

PART ONE | NAV.

“Please... [Y/n], I need you.” Lucifer pleaded, desperate to feel all of her. “As you wish...” she whispers, equally desperate to feel him, caressing his cheek, a suggestive smile on her face, “—my king.” she purred as she finally gently pushed him back down to his bed, catching the King of Hell off guard.

Lucifer's rosy red cheeks turned into a darker shade of red, hot, he feels incredibly hot. He could suddenly feel everything, the loud thumping of his heart, his and her heavy breathing, the softness of her skin against his cheek, the increasingly growing arousal on his pants. How she straddled his lap and grinded on his growing erection, causing a whine to escape his lips.

[Y/n] grinned, a suggestive smirk on her face as she listened to the delicious whines that left Lucifer's lips. His head was thrown back on to the pillow, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed down his moans, “[y/n] please... Stop being such a tease...” he begged, stammering as whimpers left his lips.

[Y/n] raises an eyebrow at him, clearly enjoying herself. Why wouldn't she? The king of hell, the apple of her eye is beneath her whimpering and begging more of her to do more to him. She grins, “Do you want me to stop? Okay, I'll stop.” she purrs, stopping herself from grinding against his crotch, making the man underneath her whine pathetically.

Lucifer whined from the loss of friction, ruby red eyes staring up at her, half-lidded with lust and adoration, “You're cruel.” he pouted playfully making the woman above him giggle, [y/n] places a finger over his lips—shushing him playfully, “But you loved it.”

Lucifer sighs, a smirk on his face as he pushes himself up with the support of his elbows, his face dangerously close to hers, “I do, I really do.” he admits hoarsely, eyes half-lidded with lust. Their chests are pressed together, they can feel each other's heartbeats—how erratic and loud it is thumping against their ribcages. [Y/n] presses her forehead against his, her warm breath fanning his face slightly, “Kiss me like you need me, Lucifer.” she purred, her hand caressing his neck up to his jawline, making him hitch his breath, choking on a moan.

[Y/n] chuckles at his reaction, though it was cut short as she felt his hand behind her neck and pushed her down on him for a kiss, his elbows no longer supporting his body as his back finally hit the mattress once more, “Hmmph—!” She yelped slightly against his lips.

She instinctively closed her eyes as she allowed Lucifer to claim her lips, a soft moan escaping her lips which Lucifer eagerly captured it with his own. His thumb caressed her cheek, his other hand holding her waist and pulling her body even closer to his.

[Y/n] could feel the oblivious bulge that rubs in between her thighs, she whined into the kiss, her hands slowly unbuttoned his white coat, causing Lucifer to groan, “Eager are we?” he purrs teasingly, parting away from her lips for a brief moment.

[Y/n] giggled, “Only for you.” she replied and he smirked before pulling her down for a kiss once more, his snake-like tongue licking her bottom lip asking for permission in which she gladly permitted him.

Tongues tangled with one another, moaning against each other's lips as they hungrily kissed each other. Almost seven years of bottling their feelings finally spilled forth. Their touches on each other's skin igniting it aflame with passion.

“Can I undress you...?” he asked, voice almost desperate as he parts away from her lips, “Please...?” he asked, almost a whine.

[Y/n]'s breath hitched ever so slightly, a warm and fluttery feeling on her stomach, “Yes, please do,” she whispers, stammering slightly before their lips met once more.

Their hands eagerly began to undress each other. Hands shaking, small moans and giggles escape their lips as they kissed. One by one clothes were discarded off their bodies and thrown haphazardly out of the bed and down to the floor.

Lucifer's breath hitched, his eyes half-lidded, his rosy red cheeks darkening even more as he stared at the woman above him. The soft glow of the chandelier highlighted her flushed bare skin, his eyes lowered down to her chest, causing him to look away flustered.

[Y/n] smirked, not used to seeing him be so flustered. She places a hand underneath his chin, tilting his head back to look at her, “Focus on me.”

‘Goodness, when did she become so straightforward?’ he asked himself, very flustered.

“God, you're so beautiful...” he breathes out, holding her hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing her knuckle gently.

Blood rushes up to [Y/n]'s cheeks as she hears his praise, flustered from his words and also flustered at the fact she could feel his throbbing length in-between her thighs. She's too flustered to look down on his body.

She chuckles, a breathy giggle coming out of her lips, “Coming from the most beautiful angel of creation? A highest compliment I'll ever receive.” she purrs and Lucifer smiled, showing off his pristine sharp teeth, “There's a lot more of that came from, I'll make sure to shower you with compliments.” he purrs.

[Y/n] giggled, holding his hand and bringing it to her chest, allowing his palm to touch her breast, “Touch me, please...?” she says, breathless, Lucifer's breath hitched, the room suddenly became even hotter.

Lucifer allowed his hand to massage her breast, thumb rubbing and teasing her nipple causing [Y/n] to silently moan, her hand covering her mouth. The delicious sounds she was making was causing him to throb, his length throbbing with need.

“Don't hide those beautiful sounds you're making, let me hear them love.” he whispers, his other hand holding her hand—that was covering her mouth—and moved it away from her lips.

[Y/n] panted, whimpers escaping past her plump red lips as Lucifer played with her chest, she felt his hand on her back, pushing her down and allowing himself to put his lips around her breast.

Blood rushes all over her body as pleasure courses through her veins, goosebumps dancing on her skin. A whine leaving her lips as she could feel his snake-like tongue swirling around her sensitive bud.

Lucifer closes his eyes as he enjoys himself pleasuring her, making sure both of her breasts receive the same treatment.

“Lift your hips for me, love.” he murmurs against her skin, causing [Y/n] to whimper but obediently obeyed. Lifting her lips slightly, holding on to his shoulders for support.

A sharp inhale is what she did, legs trembling as she felt the stimulation that came from his mouth on her and the stimulation of his fingers running through her slicked folds.

Lucifer grinned, already felt how wet she is for him. Her slick coated his slender fingers, “Look how aroused you are for me,” he purred, his finger immediately finding her clit, putting a delicious pressure on the sensitive bud, circling the pad of his thumb on it. She grinded on to his hand, causing him to smirk, “You're not allowed to move unless I tell you so, got it?” he asked, his voice smooth and filled with need, yet stern. She nodded frantically.

He continued his ministrations, finally slipping a finger to her entrance. [Y/n] gasped sharply, her legs trembled in pleasure as she tried to keep her hips lifted into the air.

Lucifer grinned, thrusting his long and slender finger into her tight entrance, he could feel her gummy walls hugging his digit causing him to chuckle, “Good girl, keep your hips up for me okay? Can you do that?” he asked with a smirk and [y/n] nodded, “Mhmm... Yes, yes...” she moaned pathetically.

He added another digit, easily slipping it inside, “So wet and warm for me...” he purred, scissoring his fingers to stretch and prepare her properly. [Y/n]'s toes curled up in pleasure, her hands gripping into his shoulders for dear life as her legs trembled.

“Lucifer... Stop teasing me...” she whined, accidentally rolling her hips against his hand.

Lucifer smirked, summoning the chain around her neck, the golden chain that connected to his hand. He tugged it, causing her to be slightly lunged forward—downward rather, close to his. The action causing sensual and pathetic whines leaving her lips, she loves it.

Lucifer gripped the chain, rough yet not enough to hurt her, his eyes narrowed at her flushed face, a smirk on his face, “What did I ordered you not to do?” he asked, leaning to her ear, [Y/n] swallowed thickly, shuddering at his tone. Still trying not to moan as his fingers never stopped thrusting in and out of her cunt.

“N-not to move...” she sputtered out, quite pathetically. Lucifer smirked, wondering where the confidence she had earlier went, “And what did you do?” he asked, smugly. Still holding on to the chain, “I moved...” she stammered.

Lucifer chuckled, “You naughty girl...” he purrs, rolling the chains around his hand as he pulls her even closer—dangerously close to his face.

“Naughty girls who don't do as they're told, need a little punishment to get them in line.” he smirked and [Y/n] gulped, both from nervousness and excitement, “I am going to remind you who you belong to, do you want that?” Lucifer asked, whispering to her ear, [y/n] whimpered, a small whine leaving her lips.

“Good girl, if it's too much say the word apple okay?” he says softly and she nodded, “Use your words, love.” he says sternly and she looked at him with a half-lidded gaze, filled with lust and trust, “Yes, I will say apple if it's too much.” she says, almost a whisper and he smiled, “Good.”

A pathetic sobbed escape her lips as she was denied from orgasm for... She lost count, somehow their positions switched with her now underneath him as he continues to thrust his fingers inside her swollen cunt, “Luci please...” she whined, whimpering from overstimulation, Lucifer tilted his head in confusion, his fingers snugged comfortingly around her gummy walls, a grin on his face.

“Please what?” he cooed, kissing away her tears. His back stinging in slight pain from the scratches of her nails but he doesn't mind the slightest.

She sobbed, “Please let me cum...” she pleaded and he hummed, giving her forehead a little kiss, “Since you begged so nicely and it seems you've learned your lesson. I suppose you earned it.” he smirked, finally slipping out his fingers from her core, his fingers glistening with her slick causing him to smirk, she whined from the loss of his fingers from her cunt. Straddling her lap as he admired his fingers, causing [Y/n] to blush.

He brought forth his hand to his mouth, making sure to keep an eye contact with her as he sucked his own fingers, tasting her essence on his tongue.

[Y/n] watches him with wide eyes, her breathing quickened as she watches him erotically sucked his fingers.

He released his fingers from his lips with a pop, a teasing grin on his face, “Absolutely delectable, something I can't get enough of.” he says with a smirk, admiring how her cheeks reddened even more but he can't be a hypocrite, he knows and feels how red his own cheeks were too.

She avoided his gaze, he smiled as he placed his hand underneath her chin, tilting her head to look at him. My, how the tables have turned.

“You're such a tease.” [Y/n] pouted slightly, Lucifer chuckles.

“Payback for being naughty.” he says smugly and she playfully rolls her eyes at him, “I've been good to you, please stop teasing me...” she begged and he hummed, pretending to think, “Is this your first time?” he asked with a slight hum and she nodded shyly.

A smile found its way to his face, “I'll make sure to be gentle then.” he says, summoning a bottle of lubricant out of thin air and popping the bottle open.

[Y/n] watched in awestruck, watching him apply some lube to his length, her eyes widening as she finally realized his girth and length—she finally knew where the rest of his height went.

Lucifer saw her awestruck gaze, he chuckled as he placed the bottle of lube into the bedside table, giving his lover an assuring smile, “Tell me if it hurts or if it's too much. Your pleasure is my priority, understand?” he says sternly and [Y/n] nodded shyly, he sighs, “Use your words darling, what was the safe word?” he asked.

“Apple.” she answered softly and he nodded, “Good girl, remember to use it when you want me to stop okay?” he asked, using his hand wot swept away the strands of her falling hair out of her face, some of it sticking to her forehead.

“Yes..” she replied while nodding and Lucifer smiled, “It will hurt at first but tell me when to move.” he says and she nodded.

Lucifer inhaled a sharp breath, aligning his length to her entrance before gently sinking himself inch-by-inch inside her.

[Y/n] let out a sharp gasp as she felt him stretched her open, her back arching slightly in pain. Lucifer noticed her discomfort and decided to kiss her gently on the lips to distract her, his thumb wiping away her tears while his other hand held her waist.

[Y/n] tries to kiss back, trying to distract herself from the delicious yet painful stretch his length gave her, her toes curling in pleasure and pain as she finally felt him slide the rest of him in her. Skin against skin, causing her to gasp as he finally sheathes himself fully inside her.

Lucifer groaned as he finally slid the rest of him inside, her tight walls clenching around him making him whine softly against her lips before peppering kisses around her throat, “Are you okay...? Do you want me to stop...?” he asked worriedly and [Y/n] shakes her head no, “I'm fine, just give me a moment to adjust please.” she says softly, choking on a whine.

Lucifer nodded, remaining still as possible despite wanting to move. He'll give her time to adjust around him.

[Y/n] took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. When she finally felt the pain was manageable, she held Lucifer's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, “You can move now...” she says shyly and Lucifer smiled, kissing her forehead and nodded to her.

Lucifer began to roll his hips, gently thrusting in and out of her, length sliding out and eventually sinking back in, deep. This caused [Y/n] to let out a needy moan and a pathetic whine from Lucifer as he nuzzled his head at the crook of her neck.

He started off slow, gentle, and sensual, making sure she's comfortable and slowly getting used to this. His mind is constantly fighting with itself, fighting the urge to suddenly become rough with her.

“So wet for me.. l-look h-how easy I slide in and out of you, l-love...” he praises in between choked needy moans, his hips never stopping it's thrusts, his praise causing [Y/n] mewl softly, her hands gripping to his back for dear life. Her sharp nails scratched his pale and blemish free skin. He slightly groaned in pleasure at the sting, his hips never stopped rolling against hers. Slowly increasing his pace.

The bed creaked, their moans and pants filled his bedroom as they made love to each other. Almost seven years of fantasizing about this moment, they finally have it and experienced it.

Each thrust he made almost made him come undone, he's desperately trying to hold on as long as he could, trying to lengthen the moment. His hand squeezed hers in each thrust, whimpers and desperate whines left his lips. It's been seven years since he felt this kind of intimacy so he's feeling everything of her in great lengths.

“[Y/n], [Y/n], [Y/n], [Y/n]...” he whined her name, hips stuttering occasionally as he thrusted, loud squelching sounds filled the room as he thrusted. [Y/n] can no longer form coherent thoughts or words, babbles and moans were the only things coming out of her lips, whining and mewling his name.

Lucifer's moans got louder and louder as they approached their climax, it's increasingly hard to continue, “[Y-y/n... I'm so close, 'm gonna cum...” he whined against her shoulder and [Y/n] can feel a knot forming in her stomach, warm fluttery feeling filled her stomach as she too felt like she was about to burst, “Lucifer, Lucifer, L-Lucifer, I'm s-so s-so cl-close...” she chanted out like a prayer, her voice raising a pitch from pleasure.

He bit her shoulder slightly, not enough to draw blood or hurt her, he can feel himself getting closer and closer, “'m gonna cum, gonna cumgonnacumgonnacum... I'm cummi—!” he whined against her skin as his hips stuttered, shooting thick load of his essence inside her.

[Y/n] can feel warmth inside her, causing her to moan loudly, her hands gripped into his skin as she finally orgasmed for the first time.

Lucifer presses his forehead against hers, both of them trying to catch their breaths. A toothy smile appeared on his face as he chuckled, he gave her a gentle kiss on the lips which caused her to smile through the kiss, “That was amazing, you were amazing...” he said, breathless and panting and she chuckled, “You were amazing too...” she whispers and he just giggled.

“Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, didn't I?” he asked worriedly and she shakes her head, a smile on her face, “No, no you did not.” she says with a whisper and he grinned, “Thank goodness... I thought I was too rough and hurt you.” he says with a slight frown.

“I'm alright, love. In fact, you were amazing. Thank you for being my first time.” she says shyly and his rosy red cheeks darkened, “It was an honor too, thank you so much for trusting me.” he says softly, caressing her cheeks. She nuzzled her face against the palm of his hand, “Thank you, too.”

He smiled at her, finally pulling out of her. His thick essence drips out of her, causing him to blush, he cleared his throat, “I'll go prepare the bath for us.” he says and kisses her forehead, he giggles, “I love you.” she says and his eyes softened, "I love you too.” he replied and kissed her hand before going to the bathroom to prepare the bath for the both of them. [Y/n] smiled, thankful for her decision which caused her to find the love of her life. He too is thankful for finding her. A weird romance but they certainly made it work, so all's well that ends well.

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This Is Halloween!

fandom: obey me pairing: demon brothers x gn!reader. summary: how each of the demon brothers celebrate halloween. warnings: slightly suggestive on some parts, but not much. A/N: nobody asked for this i just really love halloween. had a lot of fun with writing these!

LUCIFER

• Predictably, Lucifer is very vocal with his complaints about this holiday. However, no matter how much he has to say about how pointless or childish these traditions are, you will always catch him going along with it anyway.

• "I don't see the appeal of these silly decorations," he says, and then spends the evening decorating the front lawn with elaborate props. "Why should we spend so much money on sweets if we're just going to give it all away?" He asks right before buying multiple bucket-fulls of candy because he wasn't sure how quickly they'd run out. "These costumes are ridiculous," he sighs, and later you find him trying on some newly-bought fake vampire fangs.

• He would only fully dress up if there was some kind of costume party orchestrated by Diavolo or the like. And when he does, he goes all out. Did you think the Avatar of Pride was going to settle for cheap, store-bought costumes? No — he's going to make sure his look is spectacular. You aren't sure how he's so good at special effects make-up.

• Dressing as a vampire is a pretty standard and basic choice, but Lucifer really brings it to life. To be honest, he already sort of dresses like a stereotypical vampire anyway, but he goes all-out this time. A long black cloak and formal outfit with red accents, some foundation for the illusion of paler skin, and some very well-done fake blood dripping from his lips. He probably carries around a goblet full of red wine just to really sell it.

• He doesn't need to do much else. He already has the good looks, black hair and red eyes. If you find him particularly attractive in this costume, you can expect him to teasingly indulge your fantasies throughout the evening and well into the night.

• If you let him buy garden props or decorations around the house, he will somehow find the most genuinely terrifying things out there. He very much enjoys the fear his very well-placed jumpscares and strangely realistic-looking skeletons spark in you and his brothers.

• A downside is his lawn decorations absolutely scare off a good amount of trick-or-treaters. Oh well. Beel will eat all the candy he bought instead, so at least it won't go to waste.

"Where did you get such good fake blood?" You question, wiping your thumb over Lucifer's bottom lip. He smirked, and you caught a glimpse of the fangs you'd helped him put in earlier. Trapped between him and the wall at your back, you allowed yourself to lean your head back as he kissed you. Only... His lips tasted... coppery? You pulled away for breath and stared at him. "It... it is fake, right?" "...Lucifer, please tell me that's fake blood."

MAMMON

• Hell yeah, Halloween! Sexy costumes, parties, sale opportunities! Mammon loves Halloween.

• Takes a bunch of Halloween-themed modelling gigs, since the season means anything related to it will sell way better. He can even make some extra money by making crappy T-shirts and charms and selling them to people who are crazy about this time of year.

• What Mammon doesn't love about Halloween, though, are two things. Horror and witches. Specifically witch costumes, because sometimes they look too realistic to a witch he's had "dealings" with in the past and trigger his fight or flight panic response. Maybe just choose something else to dress up as when you're with Mammon.

• As for horror, Mammon will deny to the grave that he's scared of horror movies, but he is, and he hates the uptick in scary films and horror attractions. He tries to avoid going near them or talking about them in general, because if you were to ask him to watch a horror movie or to come with you to a haunted house attraction, he has to say yes. He can't have his human thinking he's scared of something so silly! So for that reason, he tries to steer clear of the subject altogether.

• Mammon doesn't need a motive to dress up. It's Halloween, of course he's going to. The costume he chooses is likely to be something related to whatever is trending that year. If a new movie just came out that's all the rage online, he'll dress as a character from it. Aside from that, I can see him doing a werewolf look. He might even wear a collar if you ask.

• Will lose all ability to speak if you show up in a costume, too. It doesn't even matter if it's actually revealing at all, no matter what he will be absolutely floored. If it is something a little riskier though, expect him to get kind of possessive and very protective. Especially in public. His brothers think this behaviour is hilarious. "LOLOLOL, MC has a guard dog!" "Shaddup!"

• Super eager to answer the door to trick-or-treaters, but there has to be a rule set in place that he isn't allowed to go out there and demand money in exchange for candy from anyone who looks old enough, otherwise he will do just that.

• Takes all the candy from those "take one!" buckets left outside of people's houses and probably gets some kind of curse put on him because of it. Mammon becomes one of Lucifer's decorations that day.

You approached a smaller house with one hand intertwined with Mammon's, and a candy bag in the other. You were already a little sceptical as there weren't any lights on, but to your delight, there was a fake cauldron set up outside the door with a sign reading "please take one!" You picked out a candy bar of your choosing, only for Mammon to grab the bag from your hands. "Wha—" To your horror, he reached his arm in and scooped out all of the candy into the bag in chunks. "Mammon!" You scolded. "Shhh!" He shoved the — now full — bag back into your arms and grabbed you. "Just go!" ...You're pretty sure you saw the light of a doorbell camera as you both ran from the scene of the crime.

LEVIATHAN

• Levi does not like Halloween.

• I mean, any other time of the year normies make fun of cosplay and refuse to participate in it! But on Halloween night, it's suddenly okay?! And he's expected to greet all these snot-nosed little kids at the door and give them treats?! Absolutely not. He holes himself up in his room until Halloween night is over and done with, but honestly, it's not much of a difference to how he usually is.

• I can see him enjoying the decorations aspect of it, though. Even if he won't willingly participate in anything else, you can expect his room to be fully decked out in Halloween props and decor. He definitely buys stickers off of Akuzon to put on the windows.

• Another aspect he does actually like is the horror marketing, specifically if it's revolved around horror games. His idea of getting into the Halloween spirit is inviting you on a horror game binge in his room, but most of the games he chooses are very obscure and disturbing. If you like stuff like that, great! If you don't... ah... I'm sure he can find one that's a little less upsetting for you.

• He's too embarrassed to wear a costume in public, but if he were to dress-up at all, it'd be in cosplay. Maybe of Ruri-chan or one of his other beloved anime characters. It isn't horror-themed at all, but whatever, it's still a costume. He'll let you see him in it if you ask nicely, but he won't be going outside his room with it on. He also didn't need to order anything, he already had all of these cosplays hidden away in his closet for... personal reasons.

• Might actually get a kick out of one other thing — pumpkin carving! He'll carve a video game character into it instead of an actually frightening or classic Halloween design, but it turns out really good anyway.

• If anyone organises an apple-bobbing contest, he absolutely dominates. You're pretty sure being able to breathe underwater is against some kind of rule because he just doesn't need to come up at all, he'll dunk his head in and not come out until he gets an apple.

• Levi is the house leaving out "take one!" buckets.

After the umpteenth time of Levi insisting that this next game will be "more up your alley," you started to lose faith. All of these Devildom horror games seemed especially gore-y and cruel in a way that would not fly if they were released in the human realm. "Maybe... this one?" Levi hovered over another horror game he already downloaded and selected it. As soon as it booted up, the background 'music' on the title screen had the most horrific and genuine terror-filled screams you'd ever heard in your life. You winced and he immediately went back to the homescreen. "...Let's just play Devilkart," he conceded. "Yeah. Let's."

SATAN

• Doesn't mind Halloween as a whole, but gets really into certain aspects of it.

• Satan is another one likely to get in the "Halloween spirit" by binging horror media for the whole month, in his case, books. Most conversations with him in the month of October will lead back to the latest horror novel he's reading and his thoughts on it. He might recommend it to you if he knows you like horror, but if you don't, he'll also go in-depth about the plot.

• He really enjoys elaborate Halloween props, but if you set up one of those jumpscare machines to pop out at him, he will destroy it on instinct. Will later deny that it scared him at all, though.

• He likes all of the human-world Halloween traditions and tries to organise them for him and his brothers to participate. Apple-bobbing, pumpkin carving, ghost stories, you name it; he'll push for everyone to take part.

• Satan would only dress up if you managed to convince him to do so or if, like Lucifer, there was some kind of event that required all attendees to be in costume. Either way, he figures out he actually enjoys it way more than he thought he would. He dresses in a stereotypical 'detective' outfit and gets really into character. He even carries around a fake pipe.

• ...Might dress up as a cat. It depends on his mood. He would much prefer to see you dressed as one, though. If you do show up dressed in some kind of 'sexy cat' costume, he will drag you away with him at the earliest convenience.

• He and Belphie put a smoke machine in Lucifer's room while he was busy decorating the lawn.

• Doesn't like handing out sweets. If he's the one answering the door, you'll have to stop him from trying to give the kids fruit instead of the candy you already bought. "These are unhealthy. We shouldn't be encouraging such young children to have bad eating habits—" "Satan, just give the kid a snickers."

"Just put them on? Please?" You pouted, holding a black cat headband in front of his face. He glanced between you and the cheap cat ears for a moment, before sighing and grabbing them off of you. You grinned as he put the headband on his head, then stared at you with raised eyebrows and an unimpressed glare. "Happy?" "Very," you nodded. Then you reached to pull out your D.D.D. "Now meow for the camera." "Don't push your luck."

ASMODEUS

• "In girl world, Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it." — Mean Girls, 2004.

• Granted, he's not a girl, and he'll dress exactly how he wants any other day of the year too. But still, Halloween is special! He has so many things to choose from. Sexy cat? Sexy nurse? Sexy cop? Sexy—

• Like Mammon, he might choose a costume based on a popular or trending movie, just with his own special Asmo-touch. He won't settle for cheap, store-bought costumes — even if he'd still look damn good in them — and probably makes his outfit himself. Try and tell me you can't see him dressing as Barbie. You can't, because he would.

• He does Halloween-themed makeup looks throughout the whole month of October. You can expect his Devilgram to be filled with pictures of cute Halloween nail designs he did, and a matching makeup look. If any sort of event happens and you're going — he'll insist on dolling you up for it himself! He's your personal makeup artist.

• Isn't a fan of horror movies, horror attraction or those creepy decorations Satan and Lucifer keep buying. He might accompany you to a haunted house though, so he can dramatically throw himself at you whenever he encounters something even mildly frightening.

• If you convince him to do pumpkin-carving (despite his insistence that it would ruin his perfectly manicured nails), he carves a some kind of cute design, like a pretty flower. He would carve his beautiful face into it, but... he isn't quite at that level of expertise.

• Asmo is very excited to hand out all the candy! All the kids that come to the door look so adorable in their little costumes! And if you think you saw him sneak a few sweets for himself when he's supposedly on a diet, no you didn't.

"Aaaah! MC, save meee!~" Asmo came running down the hall of the haunted house attraction, jumping into your arms and clinging to you for dear life. As you looked in the direction he came from to see what could have possibly startled him so badly, you saw nothing but a tiny, fake spider prop. "...Asmo, it's a plastic spider." "But it looks ickyyy!" He whined. "Can I hold onto you until we get through this hall? So you can protect me!~" "...Fine." "Oh, MC, my hero!~" He began to pepper kisses all over your face. "A—Asmo! Where do you think you're touching?!"

BEELZEBUB

• You can probably see where this is going, but yes, he will eat all of the candy you buy.

• He doesn't mean it, honestly. But it just smells so good and it's right in front of him. Pumpkin carving is also impossible with Beel for this reason. He will just eat the whole pumpkin. It's best to hide all of the sweets from him until Halloween night, but considering his excellent sense of smell, even that won't work for long if he wakes up in the middle of the night with a craving.

• He does his best to be helpful where he can, however. He's very tall, so he'll help with putting up decorations in high places. He's also capable of carrying large props to and fro with minimal effort, so Lucifer found him very useful for setting up the lawn decor.

• Beel doesn't mind dressing up if it'll make you happy. He also doesn't really care what his costume is. If you take him out to choose, he'll constantly turn the question of what he should wear back on you, because he really can't decide and honestly doesn't care that much. You could point to the most ridiculous-looking Winnie the Pooh costume and he'd shrug and say "okay."

• That being said... a bear costume would suit him pretty well. Imagine seeing an absolute beast of a man dressed as Winnie the Pooh and absolutely downing pots of honey. People are just kind of like huh... that's a really dedicated Winnie the Pooh cosplayer, I guess. Another costume I can see for him is a zombie because... "eating brains"? Idk.

• He also isn't a good choice to compete in apple-bobbing competitions for obvious reasons. If you thought Levi would dominate, wait until Beel starts consuming the entire container of water and apples. The apple-bobbing event had to be cut short.

• He doesn't mind horror movies and attractions. He won't go to them of his own accord, but if you take him along, he'll hold your hand the whole time so you don't get too scared. The only downside is that the scare actors will probably be too terrified of him and his RBF to actually jump out and scare either of you, so... it kind of just feels like a tour of some weird abandoned house.

You flinched and covered your eyes as the screen before you displayed yet another jumpscare. You couldn't help but curse Levi for recommending this movie... what is wrong with the Devildom film industry?! You heard Beel's crunching on chips cease next to you for a moment before he shuffled closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to rest against his side. "Beel?" "Shh," he lifted a few more of the chips from the bag to his mouth. "You're okay." Usually, him talking with his mouth full would diminish how he was trying to comfort you, but... you had to admit, you felt much safer snuggled against him like this. "...Thanks." You try to ignore the crumbs he's getting on you.

BELPHEGOR

• It's Halloween?... Okay? Snooore.

• He's about as apathetic as you would expect. He doesn't care what day it is, he's going back to bed. Will not assist any of his brothers in decoration, except for maybe Beel if he's feeling awake enough. But Beel doesn't usually require that much help anyway.

• Belphie isn't going to buy himself a costume. You'll have to get him one. "Belphie! I got something for you to wear!" "Yeah? What?" The look he gave you when you held up the disney princess gown suggested he didn't quite think it was as amusing as you did. Still, if it's all you got him, he probably would wear it.

• Obviously, the most fitting costume you can buy him is one of an actual sloth. Just make sure it's comfortable enough, and he'll be wearing it long after Halloween is over. Another costume he'd appreciate is a zombie similar to Beel's or a mummy, because then he can just lay down, sleep, and excuse it as the fact the thing he's dressed as is literally dead.

• Is not affected by jumpscares in the slightest. He might watch a horror movie with you, but he probably won't accompany you to any attractions unless you carry him. If you do get him there, though, he'll make fun of you for being scared and keep hiding behind corners to make you think he disappeared or went ahead without you.

• Apple-bobbing? Pumpkin carving? Costume parties? Eh... Beel, MC, can you guys handle this for him? Pretty please?

• Isn't too thrilled about answering the door, but he will do it if you pester him. He kind of just chucks a bunch of random candy into all the kids' bags and probably scares one or two of them off by making a poorly timed, slightly threatening joke. You have to remind him they're children and don't understand he's kidding.

• That doesn't mean he'll stop. He's now just scaring them on purpose because it's funny.

"Belphie, wake up!" You lightly slap the back of his head and he jolts awake, shooting you a glare. You frown right back at him. "We're going to be late to the party." "Why are we even going?" He whined, rubbing his eyes. "Because we were invited? And it'd be rude to not at least try and show up?'' "Whatever..." You hit him again as he went limp. "Stop doing that. I'm a sloth. Sloths sleep." "Get up, Belphegor! I am not carrying you all the way there!"

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Lucifer who falls for a hell born reader who’s maybe a hell hound who works at the hotel for free as long as she’s helping; hcs please.

I don't watch Helluva Boss but I do have a vague understanding of Hellhounds in this universe so... I'll try my best :) Again I altered the idea a little bit but I hope you still like it.

Edit: The note is outdated as now I do watch Helluva Boss. It's good, ignore past me.

Yandere! Lucifer with Hellhound! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Unhealthy power dynamic, Manipulation, Degrading behavior (You're called a good girl due to being a Hound, idk if it counts), Possessive/Protective behavior, Delusional behavior, Clingy behavior, Possible kidnapping, Dubious relationship/companionship.

Alright, according to my research, Hellhounds are Hellborn who rank under Imps.

They are bottom of the ladder Demons who are used for labor, pets, or guards of some sort.

Hellborn are unable to be redeemed, as a result they don't typically bother with the Hotel.

However... Here's my idea.

You were originally some sort of nanny or guard for Charlie.

Either Lucifer or Lilith had appointed you, a Hellhound, to care for Charlie when they can't.

This resulted in you staying at the Hotel with Charlie.

The Hotel is a home to you, plus you care for Charlie and help in any way you can.

Lucifer's obsession wouldn't start until he visits the Hotel.

He knows about you, the Hellhound that was taken in because his daughter saw you and got so damn excited.

You had no home, so Charlie's parents allowed you in.

You were so nice with his little girl.

You were an adult female Hellhound who left the Gluttony Ring to find a job in the Pride Ring.

Upon being offered the job of guard and caretaker by Lucifer/Lilith, you take it gratefully.

Since then you'd been caring for Charlie, a loyal servant and guard dog.

The last time Lucifer saw you was when Lilith took Charlie.

Being the ever loyal hound you were, you followed them obediently and left Lucifer alone.

When Lucifer enters the Hotel, he is surprised to be greeted by you.

You're surprised to see him and smell his familiar scent, but you bow and lead him inside.

It... caused Lucifer to smile upon realizing someone does still care.

"There's no need for the bow, girl... we can be casual. Now, how's Charlie? Been treating her well?"

Lucifer wasn't expecting to be so happy when seeing you again.

Maybe it's the depression and the fact his wife left him.

For some reason... he feels a bit attached to you.

Even more so when he sees how loyal you are toward Charlie, often protecting her and receiving pats on your head.

It feels a bit strange for him... but he does think he's falling in love again in some way.

Lucifer probably just yearns for companionship of any kind.

Be that platonic love or romantic love.

You've always been such a big help for him and his family since they took you in.

I mean... you already parent Charlie more than him at times.

Lucifer is noticeably awkward when he tries to reconnect and speak with anyone in the Hotel.

However, he seems to talk fine with you for the most part, often asking about Charlie and how you've been throughout the years, you got your Hellbies shot, right?

Lucifer has trouble understanding his feelings towards you, he may even be a bit delusional.

Yet... he seems rather intent on getting closer to you since he entered the Hotel.

Now, here's where I'm just going to talk little HCs of Lucifer with a Hellhound! Darling.

He definitely would call you a "good girl".

That along with petting you or calling you into his lap.

Lucifer would give you a kiss on the forehead and often just likes holding you to feel your soft fur.

I imagine he's possessive of your attention at times due to feeling neglected by those he loves.

Lucifer may make you rubber duckies as gifts.

He's also asking about you with Charlie since he thinks out of anyone Charlie knows you best.

Definitely thinks you also love him just as much, even if you just see him as a master or some sort more than a partner.

If he's jealous or irritated with something, you calm him down by jumping in his lap and licking his face.

It shocks him for a moment, even if he knows that's just how Hellhounds show affection, but soon it just melts him.

I prefer a dubious pairing in this, but you can see him with a Hellhound darling in either way as you're a guard to Charlie.

He may also be protective since you're such a precious person to him.

With Lucifer... he plans to not make you feel like you're low on Hell's hierarchy.

You're not just a peasant to him.

You're his Hellhound, his good girl who has always been loyal...

Unlike others he's loved....

You aren't a pet to him, although some Hellhounds are often seen that way.

You're someone he sees as family of some kind, you make him and his daughter happy.

You always have...

Which is why he doesn't like the idea of letting you go.

You're loyal to Charlie but respect Lucifer.

Loyal to the point of never leaving the Hotel...

But... what if he ordered you to?

What if he asked Charlie to let him borrow you for company.

He promises you it's okay to part from Charlie for a bit.

He'll return you to the Hotel in due time (He won't).

Lucifer doesn't want to be alone again right now...

You'll be a good girl and listen to your master, yeah?

"The pets feel nice, don't they? There's my loyal girl... missed you so much...! Don't worry about Charlie, she's a big girl now. You've done your part. Just worry about me... alright? Don't need you to go back to the Hotel right now... just need you here with me!"

[l1tw1ck]

Toy

dom!bottom!ftm boss x sub!top!masc reader

Includes an extra with a professor character

Characters can be imagined as anyone. Such as: Diavolo, Lucifer, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Kunikida, Dazai etc

authority kink go brrrr

General CW: Non-Con or Dub-Con, Dom/Sub

CW: Non-Con, Orgasm Denial, Creampie

Your boss calls you in during lunch so you can fuck him. He has you do whatever you want him to, and you're not allowed to complain. You wanted to eat lunch today? Shut up and eat his pussy, that's your lunch. You're thirsty too? That's fine, he'll squirt in your mouth. You're talking too much? He’ll have to gag you with his tie or his (gloved) fingers.

You’re too tired to keep going? Too bad, you stop when he says so. Aw, you don't like being treated like this? Even though your only purpose is to be his toy? Looks like he'll have to teach you how to properly treat your boss

You're tied to your boss’ chair, slacks and underwear sunk down to your ankles. He's naked from the waist down and sitting on your lap, just an inch away from the hard cock he's been jerking off for ages now. He hasn't let you come once, and he won't until he's satisfied. “Please-” You whimper as he denies yet another orgasm from you. “I- I’m sorry-” Your whimpers are like music to his ears. He smirks and pulls his hand away, replacing it with his warmth. His pussy embraces your weeping cock with ease. “You’re mine, my toy.” He says as he rides you. “Say it.” He orders.

“I’m yo- your toy..” You reply.

He grins. “That's a good boy.” He wraps his arms around you and bounces on your length. He moans out shamelessly, not caring for whoever hears. Everyone in the building knows about your relationship anyway. But they have no idea that your boss is taking advantage of you, using you like a toy for his own pleasure. You warn him that you're about to come, succumbing to the pleasure. He smirks and moves faster, he loves feeling your cum inside him. It's a safe day anyway. You throw your head back and come, pumping him full of your seed as you have your long awaited orgasm. He keeps moving despite your sensitivity, chasing his own orgasm. He has much more stamina than you do, you're in for a long day.

Puppy

dom!bottom!ftm!yandere teacher x sub!top!masc reader

CW: Non/Dub-Con, Teacher/Student, Cunnilingus, Praise

Your professor fell in love with you at first sight, your looks inducing many wet dreams and a lot of masturbation sessions. He needed to have you, and he decided he'd take you by any means necessary. You're too cute to not make an advance on.

If you're not going to be willing, that's okay. He has a plan B. Plan B being, he’ll simply just kidnap you.

Your grades for [Subject] have gotten worse and worse each day and you have no idea why. You thought you were pretty good at it, but you've failed everything you've been assigned. You’ll have to retake the course next semester if you fail, which can't happen. So you went to your professor for help. Your only option for extra credit is to satisfy him sexually. You were desperate so of course you agreed.

He looks down at you with half lidded eyes, moaning as you suck on his t-dick and finger his cunt. “Doing so well..” He whispers. You keep on going, pleasing your professor with your mouth and hands knowing you have no other choice. “‘M gonna come, puppy-” He warns, hips jerking upwards as he reaches his peak. You help him ride it out before pulling away. “Did I tell you to stop?” He frowns. You immediately go back in between his legs and lap at his entrance, swallowing his cum and slick. “Good boy.” He wraps his legs around you and rolls his hips, basically fucking your face with his pussy. He rolls his head back and grins, hand placed on the back of your head to keep you in place. It's gonna be a while until he's satisfied, you’ll be lucky if he lets you breathe.

[sunnytotherescue]

Obey me boys with chubby! Reader w/ the most thickest fat ass who is definitely a power bottom

(My English is not my first language)

Ouh lawd anon save me from the sweltering pits of hell I'm going to start BARKING..

cw: dom!bot mc

nnngrhhmgngfjfh

Thinking about Lucifer desperately thrusting up into the air and gaining nothing from it. Lucifer who loves getting suffocated and crushed as he eats you out, swollen cock twitching with every slow grind against his tongue. The feeling of losing all control of the situation for once makes him painfully hard. His mind is already a haze, drooling mouth trying to keep up with you whenever you move but he's grown sluggish with the lack of oxygen. Of course, he wouldn't have it any other way, obnoxious slurping filling up the room while the lucky demon silently begs for you to stay there forever.

Thinking about Mammon who's quickly turned into your very own dog. He'd lick the sweat off your chest, squeeze and grope every inch you allowed him access to, decorate you in jewels and treasures only he could snatch. Put that mutt on a leash and have him fuck you, desperate pleads spilling from his mouth the second he slams in. Let him drool over how every golden chain and shiny diamond he's decorated you with jingles with every thrust. Tug on pup's collar hard enough and he'll cum from that alone, sobbing when he spills deep inside your hole. But even then he won't stop, not until you let him, not until you've had your fill and he's passing out! But how could such a greedy demon be ungrateful when every ripple of skin and shiny glint of gold is just for him?

Thinking about Leviathan who has trouble just approaching you because of the threatening (in his words) aura you give off. You're so scary he knows you'll bully him- you gave him a look at lunch he's never going to recover- he's rocking back in forth in his tub bed to try and forget how much you must hate him- he gets out his laptop to watch his favorites to help the process- he's never jerked off to that much porn in his life. ..It's not long after he gets the real thing. Or, at least, as much as he's allowed. Levi sits at the end of your bed, panting feverishly while one hand massages your ass and the other fists his dick like his life depends on it. It a mess, milky white cum already staining your skin, but he just can't stop. Not when he's so good at imagining how you'd use him like a toy.. but don't actually!! he doesn't deserve it...yet.

Thinking of Satan who's on the verge of sobbing. His poor sensitive cock so overstimulated it almost hurts, but he's taking it like a good boy. The night started out in a fight and ended with you bouncing on his dick like an animal, taking all you could want while he curls sharp claws into the sheets, trying desperately to muffle his sounds. He's usually so clever, but underneath of you? He turns into such a dumb little kitty. Moans get punched from his mouth with every harsh slam of your hips, a sticky slick mess squelching with every movement. He can't feel anything else besides burning, painful pleasure. Not like he would want to anyway.

Thinking of Asmodeus who begs you to let him play dress-up. He has so many ideas that he's never gotten to try out because none of the outfits look right on him. but you? they look perfect. By the end of it, you're dressed in a silky-smooth robe, the color matching your eyes almost exactly. it's perfect, drapes over your curves just right and has Asmo at your knees with a drunk look in his eyes. He kisses the inside of your thighs like you're the finest diamond in all of Devildom. Asmodeus, the prized and loved avatar of lust, at your feet and pulling every trick in the book to try n seduce you. Telling you how pretty you look, how good he'll make you feel, how he well he can worship you.

Thinking about Beelzebub who can't help but look at you and get hungry. It absolutely sinful and he feels guilty about it, but who else could satisfy him? He fucks into you like a bull, lips wrapped firmly around you chest and sucking like you'd actually be able to produce milk.. he's so hungry :( Poor starving Beel has no idea how fucked out you are, choking out praises while your eyes roll back into your head. He plays with your chest in a way that should be embarrassing, but you'll let him believe it's just like a pair of tits if he keeps fucking you like this.

Thinking of Belphegor who uses your ass n thighs like pillows every chance he gets. Sitting on the couch? He's there. Late for breakfast and sitting alone? He's under the table with his head on your lap. Settling down in bed for the night? Idiot's whining until you let him climb under your sheets and sleep between your thighs. But don't worry, he repays you kindly. Jerking you off in the dead of knight, humping the curve of your ass while using his own spit to slick up ur cock.. he promises not to cum. to put your pleasure above his own, edging himself until your thick spend is soaking his fist and he can't take it anymore. Too bad he always passes out right after... hopefully he'll make up for it in the morning..

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hiiiiiii I hate how this turned out ok baiiiii

[misc-obeyme]

Mer!MC Headcanons - Older Brothers

I said I'd write 'em, so here we are. They were getting stupidly long, so this is just the three older brothers.

The concept is that MC is a merperson from the human world who somehow found their way into the Devildom.

If people like these, then I may do the rest of the brothers.

read the younger brothers here and the side characters here

GN!mer!MC x Lucifer, Mammon, & Leviathan

Warnings: none

Lucifer

He first notices you at Diavolo's private beach. After a lot of pestering, Lucifer finally agreed to take a break there, but insisted on going alone. He's looking out across the sparkling ocean in a place where the artificial sunlight creates a soft glow. And that's when he sees you. First, just a tail, shimmering. And then the top of your head, hair and skin glistening as the ocean water drips from you. He feels your eyes on him, even though you're far out in the waves.

Lucifer stands on the shore, letting the waves trickle around his ankles. He won't go too far. He's waiting for you to come to him. He knows you will. And in the end, you do. Swimming in slow, large circles, each round bringing you closer and closer to where he waits. You're wary of him - you're from the human world and you aren't familiar with demons. But this one looks strong. When you get close enough, he smiles, completely disarming you.

And he will take the time to find out who you are and where you came from. He asks about your life in the human world, how you ended up in the Devildom. When he deems you harmless, he finds himself focusing more on how entrancing you are. The way you bob in the water, the brightness of your scales, the delicate magic that hums beneath your skin.

Lucifer comes back over and over to the private beach. The others are surprised, but they don't question it because he so rarely takes breaks. But Lucifer only wants to see you. He'll ask you if you want to come back with him. He's found a spell that will allow you to have legs. He will accept your decision either way and in the end, he knows you'll always need to return to the sea. But for now, will you take his hand, MC?

Mammon

He heard that there was a treasure chest at the bottom of one of the Devildom's many deep dark lakes. So he goes diving with an underwater breathing spell and nearly has a heart attack when he finds you instead. You hide behind a large rock, just as frightened of him, then peek around it as Mammon recovers himself. You both stare at each other for a long time, neither one feeling brave enough to come closer. But Mammon can't talk to you like this.

He swims to the surface, breaking into the Devildom air. Your head slowly rises from the water a few feet away from him. He asks you who you are. Mammon wants to know how you got here and where you're from. He's treading water as best he can, but he's losing strength. So you swim over and take it upon yourself to escort him to shore. He blushes profusely as you grab hold of his waist and use your powerful fin to propel him out of the deep water.

Mammon is dripping on the shore of the lake, just talking to you. You spend so much time chatting, he completely dries out. He finds a kindred spirit in you - shiny treasure is something you enjoy, too. And you can tell that he's interested in your tail. You get as close to the land as you dare, flopping out the end of your tail beside him. He touches it carefully, the rings on his fingers catching your eye as he moves them across your scales. You shiver at the touch.

When Mammon comes back to the lake, he finds you waiting on the shore, your tail wrapped around a large treasure chest. He falls to his knees in front of you. You lean across the chest and tell him you found what he had been looking for in the lake. He takes your hands. Don't ya know that he already found the treasure in this lake, MC? You're more precious to him than any chest. He still takes the chest, but not before he takes out the shiniest jewel to give to you, along with a promise to return.

Leviathan

It's at Siren Beach where Levi first meets you. He's there to visit Lotan, of course, but before he has a chance to say hello to his old friend, he spots you there in the water. You're immediately interested in him. Something about him makes you want to come closer. He's cautious about you, not sure what a merperson like you would be doing here at this beach.

Despite the pull he has on you, you're skittish about getting too close. But Levi doesn't wait around for you to come to him. He's concerned about you and what you're doing in Lotan's area. He takes the initiative to swim out toward you. His swimming skills impress you. The ocean is calm here, but his arms are strong and steady. He reaches you easily.

You can't help getting playful with him, swimming around him in circles before he finally manages to get you to slow down a little. He gets you to tell him who you are and where you're from. He's a little baffled about a human world merperson getting all the way out here. But he's distracted when Lotan arrives and it's clear right away that you've already befriended the great sea beast.

The three of you play together in the ocean for hours. Levi comes back to visit Lotan, but he finds himself looking forward to seeing you, too. As he gets closer to you, he starts to think you'd be better off back in your own home. He brings it up to you one day. He can find a way to bring you back to the human world. When you shut that idea down and tell him you'd rather stay in the Devildom with him and Lotan, he gets flustered. Y-you don't have to stay just for him, MC! You wrap your tail around him and pull him close so he understands why you have no plans to leave. You enjoy the way his blush deepens.

younger brothers | side characters | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[thrashkink-coven]

One aspect about being a Luciferian that I think is seldom talked about is how you will be demonized by people you know and love in real life.

The other night Lord Lucifer visited me in a dream. I was at the thrift store looking at books, as I usually do, and I saw this beautiful bright red leather bound book named “Lucifer before he rose”.

It was about his time as a God of the Underworld and the demonized adversary, about how he was hated and isolated. How the people he loved most were used against him. How he was shunned through lies and propaganda. One page that stuck with me was one with a beautiful illustration of him heartbroken at the bottom of a chasm. Beside it read:

“I am the prince that all things pay for being,

The shadow on the world, thrown by the world

Standing in its own light, which light God is.

So first, when matter I was, I was called Change,

and next, when life began, I was called Pain,

and last, when knowledge was, I was called Evil,

Nothing myself, except to give a name

To these three values, Permanence, Pleasure, Good,

The Godward side of matter, life, and knowing.”

(I know this quote comes from something I must have read recently but I can’t recall where)

and on the page adjacent it read:

“Lucifer will not know his brothers,

never will he hear the voices of his sisters,

they turn their backs towards him and behold the light of God.”

and the last thing I remember reading was something like “Lucifer before he rose, was hated.”

That dream was at the front of my mind the whole day, and it became all the more clear as to why Lucifer sent it the day went on.

I was supposed to celebrate Thanksgiving with my brothers, however, my mom will not allow my younger brother to be near me. He’s not allowed in my house because my mom doesn’t want him to be “corrupted” by me. Coming from an extremely religious household means that the majority of my family doesn’t fuck with me. They’ll do whatever they can to hurt or make things harder for me because they don’t have control over me anymore. The only thing they can do to me is take away the little that I have left. The only real hope I have at a blood familial connection is with my brothers. My older brother and I had a nice thanksgiving together, but it was just the two of us, no one else.

At this point I’m very used to not having a family. I’ve surrounded myself with people I can depend on and that I know love and respect me. It’s just on days like this when I remember that I truly am everything that they hate, that they would see me burn in hell if they could, that they want me and my friends dead, see me as a contagious disease, that I start to feel lonely.

I feel very comfortable in my craft, with how open I can be. But the reality is that I am hated, I will be for the rest of my life, even after I rise, I am destined to fall, like him. Somehow that makes me feel more safe with him, like he’s the only one who really understands.

I already made a post about this, but last night while I was ✨crying✨ by myself on the balcony, I felt his presence engulfing me like a hug. and I was listening to “I won’t hurt you” by The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. It felt like he was talking directly to me.

“My pale blue star

My rainbow, how good it is

To know you're like me

Strike me with your lightning

Bring me down and bury me with ashes

I won't hurt you. I won't hurt you. I won't hurt you. I won't hurt you.”

[hiyashortking]

Your Good Boy, Lucifer

Summary: You have some soft dommy thoughts and perform some very fleeting soft dommy behaviors with your precious angel Luci between your legs. You're AFAB and implied to be pangender. The scene begins in the middle of sex.

Note: This fic ends with my favorite sentence I've ever written and ever will write. I cackled like a demon for several minutes and had to take a walk around my home to come down from that line. I hope it fucks you up similarly.

Disclaimers and credit: read this post before reading any of my content, please.

Your cunt was dripping wet and aching from arousal and when he finally slid his long and thick cock into you, you wrapped your legs around him and held him tightly so he couldn’t move.

“Lucifer, I’m coming. Please don’t move, I’m coming. Fuck.”

Coming? From barely one stroke? Lucifer watched you orgasm. Your eyes were shut, your brows were raised, your mouth was open and groaning out the most beautiful sounds. He could feel you coming on his dick, contracting and pulsating around him, your pussy squeezing him first tightly, then gentler and gentler, until your muscles finally relaxed.

Had he ever made someone orgasm in one thrust before? Surely, Lilith, since they’d been more intimate than not. But anyone else? He couldn’t recall.

He also couldn’t entirely take credit for this. You were so wonderful at telling him what you wanted; at instructing him; at ordering him.

He started to slide his cock out of you, when your relaxed state immediately shifted and you seemed wanton, your cunt beginning to contract around him again.

“Sweetheart, please,” he begged, worried you would tighten your hold around him again to enjoy another orgasm, as tended to be your pattern. “May I please move now?”

You bit your lip, squirming against the feel of him inside you. He was so big, he filled you up so completely, and sometimes the way he hit your cervix hurt even when it felt amazing. You’d teased him about his size, telling him he could fuck you if he could make his dick smaller or if he could keep himself only partially erect. But even when he secretly tried to do this for you, his cock would swell against his wishes and he’d open you in ways your body loved but your mind hated. You may have been a top in your mind and soul, but your body was a bottom.

“Darling, love of my eternal undead life, my queen, my king, the light of my morning star,” he couldn’t even hear himself over his own begging. He moved his hips and you would stop him each time, pushing him back in where you wanted him and keeping him there with the strength of your thighs alone.

There was a dissonance in you between wanting to nurture and adore this man, wanting to give him everything and fulfill his every caprice, and the reason you were in hell. That reason was your impulse toward sadism, especially bullying. Sometimes you would even swear you couldn’t control yourself, your want to hear him beg overcoming your want to hear him satisfied. Fuck, you loved being able to control him. You loved knowing you owned him and his body and that his sickeningly sweet little heart would never, ever, let him do anything against your wishes.

How is it that the first time you ever felt safe was in hell?

And again, there was the disconnect. If you continued to warm his cock this way, you would connect with your control. You had the power. But if you allowed him to move again, the way he felt and his eons of skills would overpower you, and you hated it. Even though you gave it away with your squeaks and gasps, and with each of the orgasms, you did everything you could to not let him know that he turned you into a pillow prince/ess, in love with getting penetrated by him.

You didn’t even let him call it fucking you; and he was such a good boy he always remembered to call it getting fucked by you. Even though you made him do all the work. Even though he wanted to do it all to serve you.

Starting to lose what was left of his composure, he let himself lie down on you and pleaded into your chest, rubbing his face between your breasts and using both hands to press them into him, the way you only once told him you liked. You loved that he remembered.

You ran both hands through his hair and leaned down to kiss his head. “You are such a good boy,” you told him.

He groaned.

You loosened the grip your legs had around him. He lifted his head to look at you with those big, pleading eyes, and his flushed face. He was so fucking cute.

“Go ahead, my darling,” you permitted.

Immediately, he was back up on his knees, sliding out of you as he fixed his position, and slamming his cock back into you so quickly that you let out a surprised yelp.

“My sweet man,” you praised him. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re so good at helping me fuck you. That’s it, yes, pace yourself, my angel. You’re- oh fuck, aah, I wish you could fuck all of my holes at once-”

“I can!”

“Ssshh, mommy’s speaking.”

You could feel his cock throbbing when you made him laugh.

He had lifted your ass off the bed and held you by your hips to move you into him as he thrusted and told you exactly how he felt.

He loved your cunt so much. He loved making you wet and feeling how tight your pussy was. He knew he was big, but you made him feel like the majesty he was. He felt so lucky to be allowed to give you himself like this, to fill and feed you. He wanted to serve you so well that you’d never want anyone else but him. Oh, fuck, he wanted to tend to you and be praised by you. He wanted to be your good boy. Your pet. Your fuck toy. If he had a soul he would sacrifice it and fall into a deeper hell in exchange for every day revolving around pleasuring you. He would do anything for the gift, the fucking privilege of being inside you, of making you pant and moan and yelp like this, of making you come, of making you want him, need him, fucking love him.

You let out a sound that mixed a scream and moan together, coming on his dick for the third time tonight.

“Make yourself come for me, darling. Cover my mouth so I can’t stop you anymore.”

“A-are you sure?” he hesitated, shifting one hand from your hip to your ass, and moving you that way, while the other gently covered your beautiful open mouth. You kissed and licked at his hand instinctively, and nodded.

He let himself speed up, loving and hating the way your eyebrows raised and eyes welled with tears. He hoped this wouldn’t be too painful, told himself he would take such good care of you afterwards, that you were rewarding him by letting him move faster and harder. You were so good to him, giving him permission to come. He felt like he mattered, and fuck, that brought him closer to the edge. His pleasure mattered to you. He mattered to you. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

You whimpered when he came, sobbing and groaning, feeling him throbbing and filling you with what hopefully wasn’t going to become a sibling for Charlie.

[d34dlysinner]

What’s a make out session with each King like? 💋

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Satan:

His kisses are very fast and harsh. He would pull you close and let his lips collide with yours in mere seconds and proceed to hungrily kiss you. At some points he'll even try and get an reaction from you by either pinching you or biting your lips. He loves it when you get angry or annoyed in the kiss thus he does whatever he can to get a reaction out of you.

Bonus points: if you bite him back he'll give you a chuckle before pining you down and continuing the make out with a smile on his face.

Mammon:

A make out with him is soft but firm. It doesn't feel like a battle nor as if he's going too fast. He does it at your pace. It feels tender and sweet but at the same time you can't seem to pull away easily.

Bonus: he allows you to tease him during make out sessions. He wants to see what you can do to make him react to your touches.

Beelzebub:

He kisses you as if he was depraved for centuries. It's like he's hungry for more and it's fast. He would even moan and groan loudly in the kisses. He pulls you close as if you're going to disappear any second. He at times would move his hands up and down your sides.

Bonus: he would allow you to breathe at times and pull away. When he does he moves to your neck and continues his kisses there.

Leviathan:

He would move close to you and lean down and give you a peck first. He would pull back and look into your eyes as if he's asking for your permission to do more. When you do give him permission he'll continue. This time his kiss feels more needy and heated. He closes his eyes and pulls you in tightly.

Bonus: He would lick the bottom of your lip to ask permission to do more in the kiss. He'll also rub his hands up and down your sides when he wants to do more than a make out.

(Not doing lucifer yet until I have more info. But I see him being aggressive and very firm with his kisses.)

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Hello dear Benny! I’ve been following your work for a long time, and I want to say that I’m inspired by you! I really like your works and I’m looking forward to new ones! If it’s not difficult for you, I’d like to see headcanons from you with Solomon, and M!Y/N who is the master for making magic weapons! If you don’t like this order, you don’t have to do it, I won’t be offended! **this is my first request, I’m very embarrassed.**

Solomon - With A Magic Blacksmith Male Reader

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0rder up! 🌾Wheat anon, you have no Idea how hard it was for me not to just skip straight to this ask because I absolutely loved the idea you gave! I hope these are up to your standards. Also sorry it took so long. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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⚒ To say Solomon thought of you as nothing special at first glance would be a bit of an understatement. He truly thought you were just some poor sap that the prince of the devildom scooped up from the realm of humanity. However, he was quickly proven wrong when sensed a peculiar magic within you that he had never encountered before. Consider Solomon's interest peaked.~

⚒ Though he lives in a different building and has different classes, Solomon made it a point to corner you in the hallways of RAD more than a few times to get to the bottom of your curious magical signature. But no matter how hard he pressed or how many conversational traps he set you wouldn't budge; keeping your cards tightly to his chest. It seems that you took Lucifer's warnings very seriously.

⚒ And so the centuries-old wizard and king reluctantly let his curiosity take a back seat as he got to know you better. Met you on the way to and from RAD so the two of you could walk together, walk you to your class, have lunch with you, and offer to study with you; all the while he was drumming up conversations about your day, your likes and dislikes, morals, ambitions, etc.

⚒ Soon enough he came to develop feelings for you, though it seemed to come out of the blue in his perspective. He confessed his love for you in his usual teasing dialogue and thankfully you accepted. And well, Solomon has himself yet another boyfriend to add to the already miles-long list of lovers. It seems though, that your newly romantic relationship has loosened your lips a bit so to speak; so Solomon shoots his shot, and boy do you deliver. 

⚒ A blacksmith that specializes in enchanted and magical weaponry? How intriguing. Would you be at all willing to show him a few of your works? Or perhaps you could let him see you in action? Please excuse him, Solomon is just excited is all. He's never seen magic be applied quite like this before and he wants to know all about it. Though, the ancient wizard will talk your ears off with all kinds of questions; he won't let you go until they're answered.

⚒ If you do allow him to see you in action he'll be over the moon. Watching you combine magic with iron and steel as you slave away over your anvil fills him with absolute wonder. If you're up for it, Solomon will commission you to take home a special weapon. Nothing specific, he'll give you full creative freedom and reign over decision-making; as long as it's from you he's satisfied.

⚒ Truly, Solomon often wonders how he found himself a boyfriend as talented as yourself and what he did to deserve you.

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