Hello Hello !! Alt Anon Again !! I Hope Youve Been Doing Well !!

hello hello !! alt anon again !! i hope you’ve been doing well !!

i was wondering if i could request the brothers reacting to a child asking if reader and them are married and reader goes with it, i hope that makes sense haha, i was daydreaming and it popped up in my brain

Older Brothers React to a Child asking if they are Married to MC

(Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan)

a/n: alt anon! i've missed u so much :DD i hope ur doing well! i know i haven't been too too active recently but school's just been a lil hectic ;-; but here i am! i decided to split this one up between the older and younger brothers so yeh! i hope u end up liking this!

warnings: literally no warning for this one,, uh,, c h i l d r e n ? ? ? also not proof read :> u know the drill ;)

Lucifer

It’s a funny story actually; He had decided to take you out to the human world for a random date.

His romantic side was flaring up and he just felt like taking you somewhere nice and treating you the way you deserved to be treated.

He bought you a beautiful bouquet of flowers, he took you to a nice restaurant, and it was overall a nice date.

You were both standing by a stoplight waiting for the little red man to turn green so that you’d be able to cross the street.

Take note: Lucifer didn’t like to publicly show you affection. The most you were getting out of him were the bouquets.

(You asked him to let you hold his hand at a particularly bustling street corner, he put his hands on your shoulders and steered you through the tiny stream of people you passed.)

While you waited patiently to cross, a little boy walked over as he tugged on his guardian’s arm.

She seemed to be his mother and she looked… quite tired.

He had on small overalls and a bright yellow t-shirt. His feet were clad in a pair of dark blue sneakers and he looked absolutely adorable. His hair was a mess of light brown on his head and he had one front tooth missing.

(He made you question if you had baby fever-)

You see, Lucifer refused to don his “human” outfit that day; He said something about not wanting to blend in and look as “basic” as measly humans.

Well, the little boy was absolutely fascinated with his giant black coat. He looked like one of those villains you’d see in mafia movies with his red and black fitted suit… and for a child, he was the coolest person on the block.

“Hey mister! You look cool!”

Lucifer, too engrossed in his conversation with you, didn’t look down at the tiny child.

And the kid did not like that.

He harrumphs and glances over at you; You looked nice! He glances down and spots the flowers in your arms.

Oh, so that’s why…

Lucifer had started pleading his case about why factory tours were the best way to spend vacation days to you; You were adamant on going to one of Diavolo’s many private beaches- you were not spending 5 consecutive days dying in your sweat in thick, insulated PPEs.

You heard a tiny voice say something but at your first glance at your surroundings, you didn’t really see anyone so you brushed it off… That was until you felt someone tug at your shirt.

Oh my goodness… It was an adorable child! (That looked eerily similar to a minion!)

“Oh! Hi there, little one!” You immediately handed the flowers over to Lucifer as you knelt down to the kid’s eye level. Your lover immediately eyes the small human that looked up at him in awe; What did this little twerp- kid want?

“Is he your husband? He has a really cool coat!” He exclaims as he obnoxiously points at Lucifer. You glance up at the ravenette innocently and grin, “Yes he is and yes, I know he looks super cool! He looks good in it, no?” The Avatar of Pride buries his face in his hands to hide the bright blush on his face. He… No! Seeing you with a kid and then! He- You- Kid-

He clears his throat and pretends that he isn’t as red as a ruby; He’s quick to put on his suave facade, “You’d look better in it though, love.” He states.

You shove him playfully and he, pink cheeks and all, had the audacity to smirk and wink at you.

The little boy giggles and runs his hands on Lucifer’s quilted coat before his mother tut-tuts and beckons him back over just as the little red man turns green. Perhaps you’d look into having kids in the future…

“He’s quite the adorable kid. He reminds me of Mammon when he was younger. Anyways, my darling spouse, where do you want to go next?”

“Lucifer! You can’t just go around saying stuff like that!”

“You told that little boy that I’m your husband, no? I’m inclined to think that this is your way of asking for my hand in marriage.”

“In your dreams, Morningstar.”

Mammon:

Mammon loves the idea of spending the rest of forever with you but he would rather die ten times over than admit that to you.

He had a modeling gig in the human world that paid quite well so he had decided to take you with him so that you two could celebrate once the shoot was done.

It was your standard photoshoot; a few make up artists were fawning over your boyfriend’s good looks, you were given your designated swivel chair and a few snacks to keep you busy for the next two or three hours-

Life was good :)

One of the assistant photographers had brought her kid along to the shoot; She was an important asset to the team so the head photographer let it slide.

You were ecstatic about it though; you had someone to talk to (kids are really entertaining- they cry and laugh at anything and everything.) and it was really a win-win situation because the more you kept the kid busy, the more focused her mother was going to be!

The photographer’s daughter, Aya, was about 7 years old and she was the sweetest little thing- She wore her hair in pigtails and had on an adorable white beret and she wore a fluffy white sweater and a black skirt and-

You were so close to bringing her home to the Devildom; Quite frankly, you believed you’d be a great parent!

She brought along a pair of dolls and she had asked you to play pretend with her- she’d be one doll and you’d be the other.

You, of course, played along- You weren’t told that your handsome model boyfriend was taking a break.

You and Aya had taken over the small resting area near the back of the break room. You had built a makeshift cubby from the thin blankets and pillows you were given and you were fully in the role that the child had given you; You were being quite the Hollywood star.

Funny thing is, she named the doll she was holding after you and the doll you held was named Mammon. (She named it after him because he said that he’d be really sad if she named the doll anything else- )

The scenario went like this; You were Mammon, the star model of the industry and you were in love with MC (you). The doll version of you was also a model and you two fell in love during one of the shoots.

You were so busy making little Aya laugh with B-Grade (PG rated) jokes that you didn’t notice Mammon walk over to watch you two play. You had your back towards him, you were sitting at the opening of the cubby and Aya didn’t feel like paying attention to him.

Aya stared at the two dolls then looked at you; You noticed the way she kept hesitating but you knew she had wanted to ask you a question.

“What’s up, Aya? ‘Ya need anything?" You asked, hands stopping mid-movement. She tilted her head to the side, “ I want you the dolls to get married soon. Are you and Uncle Mammon married?” she asked rather innocently.

You hummed and thought about it for a moment; It wasn’t like Mammon would hear your reply anyways- “Yep! We’re married. You can make the dolls get married but that happens after they adopt the dog!” you say.

You weren’t aware that the literal Avatar of Greed was malfunctioning in his chair and if Aya looked close enough, she’d have seen smoke coming out of his ears from the fuse he just blew from cuteness overload.

He wasn’t able to keep his mouth shut though; He couldn’t hold back the lovesick chuckle. You immediately whipped around, your cheeks a light pink, and you chucked a throw pillow at his face. Hard.

“Mammon. How long have you been watching us?” Your voice was deadly low- He better start running but… He wanted to try something.

“Well, honey, I heard ya mention our marriage to Aya!”

Mammon had to be escorted around by 4 bodyguards and Lucifer had to personally see to it that you didn’t accidentally kill your boyfriend.

Aya managed to officiate the marriage of the dolls, though.

Leviathan:

So there was this beautiful lake- It stretched far as the eye can see and it was absolutely marvelous.

The seas in the Devildom shined iridescent and this one was no different but it was special in a way that it was known as a place where demons take their lovers for dates or where families would go to spend time together.

In short, it’s a hot spot for people who are in love.

Levi had wanted to bring you for the longest time but a part of him believed that you wouldn't want to be seen in public with him (He literally couldn’t be more wrong.)

After a bit of pep talk from Asmo (the fifth born threatened to take you there himself), he had asked you out and… you said yes! Hurrah!

Then again, you two had been going on romantic dates for a while now… You would’ve agreed to go with him regardless of where he was taking you-

You two were having a great time together, quite frankly. Levi knew a few of the larger creatures that lived in the lake and you befriended them. (There was a specific Akuma Piranha that you were fond of and Levi almost took it home with the both of you)

While you sat on one of the benches by the lake, you noticed a family walking and playing around.

There was a small demon child who seemed to be no older than 6 years old and they were staring at you.

Maybe your reputation precedes you here in the Devildom?

You stare back for a moment and before you could say anything about it, Levi shyly takes your hand to bring you to a small pop-up ice-cream parlor.

They had the wackiest flavors– What on Earth would Dragon’s Breath flavored ice cream taste like?

Neither of you notice the tiny demon trailing after you.

You were marveling at the vibrant colors of the different tubs on display. Levi was standing a little to the side, eyes soft as he watched you silently as you babbled on about how you wished that there were flavors as fun in the human world. The funkiest flavors you’d heard of were like… probably salted caramel or bubblegum. You gawked as you saw one that supposedly tasted like unicorn milk when you felt a poke at your lower thigh. What? Looking down, you’re greeted by the same wide red eyes you were staring into a few minutes ago. A tiny demon child with light blonde hair and the prettiest ruby eyes looked up at you with a toothy grin, “You’re pretty.” They say bluntly. You couldn’t help but snort, “Why– that’s so nice of you to say.” You say in the middle of your giggle fit. The child glances at you then at Levi’s tall frame. “You’re supposed to say that they're pretty.” They say, pointing at Levi’s quickly blushing face. You burst out into louder laughter. The little demon tilts their head at your lover, “You’re their husband… You should learn to compliment them more.” With that, the kid literally walks away, back to their parents like nothing happened. “Yeah, Levi. Say that I’m pretty.” You bat your eyelashes playfully at the third born, who looks away and screams “moe!” to himself.

“What the heck was that?!” You laugh, wiping away tears streaming down your face. Levi, on the other hand, was having an incredibly hard time trying to calm himself down. “You- Husband?! Did you agree with them?!” he screeches.

You shrug; Should you continue messing with him? Yes. Of course.

“I mean, not yet but it’s still in the plans right now.”

“W-Whaat?!”

This was by far, one of the best dates you two had ever gone on.

"my type is," obey me brothers

"my type is," obey me brothers

synopsis: obey me brothers react to [name] who responds to a "what's your type?" question with their name.

characters: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub & belphegor (separately) x gender neutral! reader

dateables version: coming soon.

includes: cursing

asmo, as always, was asking questions to you with everyone present. the demon brothers, diavolo, barbatos, solomon and simeon were all there. none of them were paying attention to the questions or conversation - well, until asmo asked, "what's your type, [name]?"

LUCIFER: THE MIGHTY FIRST-BORN

"well, my type would be smart, serious, but also soft. basically, lucifer."

can you repeat that? i think lucifer might be dying from overheating and then that love pride swelling in his chest where his quick-beating heart is.

he tried not to look away from diavolo, but even diavolo heard.

"ah! lucifer, did you hear that? [name] likes you too!"

lucifer blushed as he recomposed himself.

he quickly regrets letting diavolo know about his crush on the human exchange student because both asmo's and your head turned to the pair.

diavolo practically forced lucifer to go up to you.

you were full blown blushing while he was slightly red and well composed.

"i heard i'm your type," he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. you were staring in his eyes, and you were flustered. "yeah..." "and i can also assume you have a crush on me as well?" "right again, haha..." you try to look away before the hand that was on your shoulder was cupping your face and turning you towards him. your eyes locked with each other.

"good thing you're my type too, [name]."

MAMMON: THE SCUMMY SECOND-BORN

"my type just has to be mammon, ya' know? he's just so pretty and perfect."

him? the scummy one? really? pretty? perfect too?

he could barely hear levi getting mad at him for not paying him back over the loud thumping in his chest.

he's always been the greedy one, and he simply had to have you as soon as he heard you liked him back.

of course, against every thought in his head, he decided to wait. he was the avatar of greed, he wants what he wants when he wants is, but he'll wait. for you, he tells himself as a can't wait for this gathering to be over.

when it is over and you both get some alone time together, he can't help but feel a bit nervous about approaching it. but he's greedy, and needs you.

"oi, human," he says as he walked into your room. it was a common occurrence, your room was like his second one. "i'm not giving you any pocket grim and i don't have your wrist watch. i think levi's keeping it until he gets his grim." you chuckle a bit while turning to him. "no, it's just that i-um heard from you and asmo that i'm you're type..."

you were both blushing messes "y-yep. you're right mammon. i like you too.."

"w-well of course you do! everyone loves the great mammon! only an idiot wouldn't have me as their type! and i-um guess you're my type too, human,"

LEVIATHAN: THE OTAKU THIRD-BORN

"someone- no, levi would be my ideal type. it has to be him. i'd even prefer him to a 2d character!"

YOU'D PREFER HIM TO AN ANIME CHARACTER???!??!? AND IT HAS TO BE HIM??!?!

he (not-very) casually passes out in the middle of an argument with mammon.

before he's out, his nose starts bleeding, he's really blushy, he starts to sweat and shake a bit and starts muttering:

"[n-n-n-n-[name] - th-they i-" then he passes out,

when the gathering is over, he's taken to his room where you, being the dedicated simp you are, decided to wait for him to wake up.

when he does, he remembers everything and starts getting really blushy again.

"levi, are you goo-" "[NAME] Y-YOU'D PEFER ME TO AN A-ANIME CHARACTER? I'M YOUR TYPE? THERE'S LOTS OF PEOPLE BETTER THAN BE AN YOU REALLY CAN DO BETTER THAN SOME SHUT IN OTAKU LIKE ME!"

you sigh, "i don't want them, i want you, levi. i love you. "

queue blushing, nose bleed, and muttering

"i-i love you too, [name]. i guess you're my type even though you're a normie."

SATAN: THE CYNICAL FOURTH-BORN

"personally, my type is smart and pretty - so satan's my ideal person!"

doth this bookworm's ears mishear? nope, you just back-hand confessed to him, called him smart, pretty, and you said he's the type you'd want.

straight out of book too. his cheeks were pink and his was flustered. he was also happy - very happy. not the façade he puts up as the avatar of wrath, but genuine happiness. is this what being in the celestial realm feels like?

anyways, he decides to confront you straight up. why wait?

he pulls you away from asmo, where you and him walk towards the library in the demon lord's castle.

he kinda skips going over the part where he's your type and jumps to the parts where he's asking you out on a date. he really wants you to be his lover!

"so you like smart and pretty people? i knew i was smart, but i didn't know i fell under the category of pretty for you. good thing you fall under the category of pretty for me. i love you, [name]. will you go on a date with me?

ASMODEUS: THE NARCISSISTIC FIFTH-BORN

"my type would defiantly be someone like you asmo. actually, you! you're my type, i have eyes for no one else! i love you for you asmo, flaws in all if you have any!"

squeals really loudly and clings himself to you. all the things you do to him, [name]!

he casually grabs the attention of the entire room. he's blushing. never really been in a non-platonic relationship where someone's cared about the non-sexual part of the relationship or him in general.

he knew that this was real love, not lust, when he started thinking about the relationship and not just the sexual parts and when he wanted this to be the romantic last relationship he was in.

he's glad that you have taste. who wouldn't love him?

casually asks you out there and then

"ah! [name], you're my type too! how about a date tomorrow at resonance six? i just have to make you mines as soon as possible! <3"

BEELZEBUB: THE FAMISHED SIXTH-BORN

"my type would be beelzebae. he's strong but also a sweetheart. and i love the way he eats. honestly, i'd kill to have him as my boyfriend!"

he really didn't mean to eavesdrop!

if you didn't want him to hear, don't stand near the food!

well, he was red, and not from the pepper curry.

and the nickname? you gotta call him beelzebae more and to his face.

you don't have to kill anyone! just ask and he'll be boyfriend for you.

if you want, he'll make the first move.

you think he's strong? and that he's a sweetheart? makes his heart ache in a good way more that his stomach.

oh shit, his stomach growled and both you and asmo looked over to him after the loud grumbling sound.

asmo smirked, "oh, beel! i'm gonna go over there with solomon! see ya' later!~" he quickly walked away. "did you hear me and asmo'd conversation?"

he nod's slowly.

"[name], i like you too. you don't have to kill anyone! i'll be your boyfriend now! i'm glad you think i'm strong and a sweetheart too! and could you, um - call me beelzebae more?"

BELPHEGOR: THE CATNAPPING SEVENTH-BORN

"my type? i'd like someone who'd nap and cuddle with me, ya' know? just someone to take lazy days every day with. maybe that's why i like belphie so much."

even though you thought belphie was sleeping, don't think it was a good idea discussing feeling about him around him.

he was sleeping, well - until asmo asked what your type was.

yeah, he made some mistakes in the past, but you said you were cool with him, so that makes it okay, right?

even if it doesn't, it didn't stop the fact that belphie caught feelings, and apparently, you did too.

he decided that the best course of action would be to confront you about it when you two cuddle together later tonight.

when the time came, you both were laying on the bed together.

he snuggled up closer to you. to the point where he was on top of you. you were near falling asleep but you tried to keep yourself awake to hear what he was saying.

"you know, i wasn't sleeping earlier at that gathering thing. i heard what you and asmo were saying. i didn't strike you as the type to like me."

that woke you up. "you heard? i didn't mean it i swea-mhm!" he kissed you, his hands intertwining with your own.

"don't worry about it, [name]. we can nap and cuddle and take lazy days all you want. you're my type anyways."

Good day, Sleep! I sincerely hope you're alright. Might I trouble you for some hcs for the Obey Me! Brothers with an MC wandering the HoL late at night because they can't sleep? Take care and enjoy your day! 💫

Good day anon!! I’m going to have to cut this shorter than I would’ve liked, but I really wanted to get this out there! (I hope you take care as well, and thank you for your kind words!)

Edit: I lied, I think this is longer than the last ask, forgive me -

Demon Brothers’ Reactions to an MC Wandering the HoL Late at Night

Lucifer

He heard your footsteps before actually seeing you.

He was working late into the night again when your feet padded by his door, sounding listless. He checked the time: 1:07am.

What were you doing up at this hour?

You were about to turn the corner when his door opened, his head poking out. 

His eyes zeroed in on you. “What are you doing?”

You look to the side, shifting on your feet. Ultimately, you shrug. “Just walking, I guess.”

“Just walking.” He repeated blandly, and had to mentally count to ten so he didn’t explode. “You’re walking instead of sleeping? Tomorrow...well, later today I suppose, we have RAD to attend to. You should be in your room.”

Uneasiness flickered across your face despite you doing your best to hide it, and he noticed it. “Maybe I just want to clear my head for a bit? The halls are nice and quiet at night. It’s...calming.”

...Oh. So that’s what was going on.

Lucifer stepped out of his room, closing the door behind him and walking to catch up with you. “Then I suppose you won’t mind if I join you on this little excursion of yours.”

You looked like you were going to protest, but in the end you sighed. “Alright, let’s go.”

It was quiet as you two walked. Lucifer didn’t say a word, which surprised you; you thought he was going to scold you for wandering the halls so late.

“Oh, I will; however, that won’t exactly help you in this instance, now will it?”

- Wait, you said that out loud? ...Well then.

You grimaced. “Some things...are better left unsaid. “Let sleeping dogs lie” and all that.”

He wanted to press for more information, but the bags under your (interestingly enough) alert eyes stayed his hand.

He nodded. “I understand.”

Your late-night/early morning walk with him made you feel more at ease. For the first time that night, you felt tired enough to fall asleep.

You two pause outside your door. You had subconsciously found your way back here, as if you knew that this walk would tire you out. “Hey, Lucifer?”

“Hm?” He hummed, turning to you.

“...Thanks. For this, I mean.”

His eyes widened a fraction before a smirk spread across his lips. “Of course. If you have trouble falling asleep in the future, then feel free to knock on my door. I will always answer.”

It was a promise. You nodded, waving him off before flopping onto your bed.

You take him up on his offer every once in a while, especially when it seems like he’s overworking himself. (...Which is all the time.)

Mammon

You wandered the halls because you had a nightmare.

You woke up with adrenaline coursing through your veins, heart racing and breaths coming out in short gasps. A cry for help died on your lips as you became more aware of your surroundings, and you blinked to get the tears out of your eyes. You wished you could say that you didn’t remember it, but you did.

Lucifer. Levi. Satan. Asmo. Beel. Belphie. Solomon. Simeon. Luke. Barbatos. Diavolo.

One by one, they all left you. 

You couldn’t even reach your family in the Human Realm; they had left you too, long before the others did.

Mammon was the last to go, grinning as he told you that he played you like a fiddle. “Ya should know better than to trust a demon, y’know. Humans are so stupid! I already took all of your money; have fun livin’ now...if ya can.”

You...had no one.

You pressed the heel of your palm into your eye, letting out a shaky chuckle. You knew what it meant; monophobia. It was the same dream you’ve been having for the past month, and to be honest...you were starting to believe it. It wasn’t like you could confide in anybody, either; you lived in a house full of demons, after all.

I’m just an ordinary human with life experiences unique to me that make up my person. I’m...I’m alone.

Is that why I was hell-bent on befriending people down here? You asked yourself, but asking yourself made you feel worse and hyper-aware of your big, dark room.

It’s empty in here.

You felt like you were suffocating, so once you wrapped a blanket around yourself (because it felt like a hug, like someone cared enough to wrap their arms around you, but it was only a blanket and you had no one) you left your room.

You didn’t know where you were going; all you knew was that you had to go. You started out at a slow walk, speeding up into a fast pace, then a run, and then you were sprinting -

“OW!!”

You accidentally hit someone in your panic, the other almost falling over.

You took a step forward, berating yourself for not watching your surroundings better. “I’m sor- ”

You stopped once you saw who it was. Mammon dusted himself off, grumbling about “running into trouble no matter what he did” when he noticed you.

“What the hell are ya doin’ out here, so late at night? Don’t humans need their sleep or somethin’?” He looked you over, fussing about how “his human was a magnet for danger” and that he couldn’t even keep his eyes off for a second lest you walk into a life-threatening situation.

He patted your shoulders. “Not a hair out of place. If you’re goin’ somewhere, why didn’t ya tell me? I’m your first man, after all; I gotta protect ya!”

You blinked. Then, without warning, something wet trailed down your cheeks as you stared at him in silence.

Needless to say, Mammon freaked out. “Wh-What?! Hey, y-you don’t gotta cry over that! I’m fine! You didn’t even hit me that hard, see? N-Now stop cryin’, damnit!”

You let out a watery laugh. “It’s not that...you know what? Nevermind.”

Mammon trailed after you as you walked down the hallway. “Oi, don’t leave me hangin’! Why did ya start bawlin’? HEY!!”

You didn’t have to worry about a thing. Even if your family left you...

Even if the whole world turned against you...

Deep in your heart, you knew that Mammon would never betray you.

Leviathan

“Dun, dun, dundun dun, dun, dundun dun, dun, dundun- NUNUNUUU!!”

You whisper-sang the Mission: Impossible theme song as you crept down the halls, peeking the corners as if you were going to be shot at without warning.

You narrowed your eyes at a particular entryway, a grin spreading across your lips. 

“Target acquired.”

You stepped into the kitchen, slowly opening the fridge and wincing whenever it made a sound. Beel knew the noises the fridge made by heart, so he would no doubt run in if he heard that something was amiss.

You pulled out a slice of angel cake Luke had gifted to you earlier, your stomach rumbling in anticipation. You had waited oh so long for this moment, and now nothing was going to stop you from -

“...Uh.”

Levi stood in the doorway, headphones slipping off his ears as he pushed them down. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, and you looked like you’d seen a ghost, and oh diavolo this was awkward.

He gasped, pointing at you. “You!!”

You gasped, pointing at him. “You!!”

(You know the spider-man meme? Yeah that’s the one)

Levi’s next gasp was dramatic. It seemed that he saw your angel cake, his finger shifting to point at that instead. “STOP!! You have violated the law! You must pay the court a fine, or you shall pay the price!”

Your eyes narrowed. “Hoh?” You picked up your fork, holding it out in front of you like a sword. “I wonder if you’re all bark and no bite.”

Levi reached into a nearby drawer, taking out a fork of his own and pointing the prongs at you. His eyes flashed; a challenge.

“Maybe you should ask yourself that, outlaw!”

You both carefully hit each other’s utensils, mimicking light saber sounds with the occasional snicker.

After a couple of minutes, Levi leapt back. You gasped; was he readying his special attack?!

He held his head up high, his fork- no, his sword - raised above his head. 

“ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS!!”

You scowled, your own fork sword raised to copy his. 

“IF SHE BREATHES...SHE’S A THOT!!!”

You both screamed as you clashed, crashing into each other as your forks went flying. You were both laughing on the floor, imitating death cries.

You loved messing around with Levi.

“...So, why are you eating that now?” He asked, shifting to face you.

You grinned. “I was hungry.”

He laughed. “You’re a weird normie, you know that?”

“What is the meaning of this?”

Lucifer’s voice grew louder as his footsteps approached the kitchen, sounding irritated. It looks like you were too loud while battling...whoops.

You and Levi looked at each other, then at the forks, then back at each other, then at the cake, then at each other once more.

“RUN!!” He screamed, snatching his fork. You grabbed your plate and your fork before taking off after him, Lucifer’s yells fading as you escaped into the safety of Levi’s room.

You two ended up sharing the angel cake. It was delicious.

(You got yelled at by Lucifer the next day, but hey; that’s tomorrow’s self’s problems. Now, it was time to eat cake.)

Satan

He caught you just as he exited the library, a book tucked away underneath his arm.

“Ah- ” He said, letting out a soft whoosh of air as you bumped into each other.

Instead of greeting him or apologizing, you clutched his shirt. “Satan. Just the demon I wanted to see.”

He raised a brow. “...What are you doing up so late at night?”

You shook your head. “Not today, Satan! Can we go back to your room?”

He frowned. You looked frantic, to say the least, and if he could help, then... “Follow me.”

Once there, you took a seat on the floor. Satan placed his book (No Longer Human) on the shortest stack of books he could find, sitting on his bed.

He patted the spot next to him. “You can sit up here, you know.”

You quickly took him up on his offer, sitting cross-legged as you turned to face him. Your face was so comically serious that he would be laughing if he wasn’t so worried.

“What’s wrong?”

You didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Satan’s concern only grew once you started shaking, wondering which of his brothers he had to “have a chat with”.

“Did you know...that whales don’t live long enough to die of old age because they just don’t have the energy to make it back up to the surface anymore?”

Satan’s face went carefully blank. “...Could you repeat that?”

“They all drown!” You wail. “They suffocate in the ocean, which is their home! And that’s if fishermen don’t kill them or other animals do!”

Why did he ever think that it was anything serious when it came to you

He sighed. It was late, he was tired, you were tired, but...

He smiled. You got hung up on the strangest of facts, didn’t you? It was endearing.

“I see.” He said, holding out his arms. “All I can offer is some comfort, small as that may be.”

You launched yourself at him, and he fell back on the bed with a small oomph as you rapidly talked about how whales deserved better from this cruel, cruel world of ours.

He patted your shoulder. It seemed like he wasn’t getting any sleep soon, but...

As long as it was with you, this wasn’t so bad.

Asmodeus

Needless to say, he scolded you.

...Unless you were up because you had a sleepover with him. Then, you were fine.

But that didn’t apply to this instance.

“What in the world are you doing out here?!” He asked, grabbing your arm and practically dragging you to his room. “You do realize that you need your beauty sleep, right? Come; I’ll make sure you get the best sleep you’ve ever had!”

You were a little scared, but that was only because he had appeared out of nowhere. You matched his pace with a raised brow, trying to calm your racing heart. “Asmo, why did you jump out at me? I could’ve had a heart attack!”

He laughed. “The only heart attack I want you to suffer from is if it’s due to my stunning beauty.”

You smiled as the two of you entered his room. “So, what’s on the menu for tonight?”

He sat you down on one of his chairs, pulling out multiple bottles of...who-knows-what. The long brand names coupled with the loopy writing was enough to give you a stroke.

He stood behind you, a brush in one hand and a comb in the other. There was an excited grin on his face, which you could see from the HUGE impressively-sized mirror in front of you.

“Why, self care, of course!”

An hour or two later, and you both were relaxing on his bed with a content sigh. Asmo was a professional at self care, and you swear that you haven’t felt this good in...well, it’s been a while.

He shifted to face you. “Enjoying yourself?”

You nodded. “Of course, Asmo. You have the heavenly skills of a god.”

You both laughed at the irony of that statement, nestling underneath the covers.

Asmo threw his arm over you. “Well, as heavenly as my hands may be...it’s time to sleep. Beauty waits for no one, after all.”

You hummed in agreement, slipping your eyes closed. You could feel yourself drifting off...

“Thanks for this.”

Your breathing evened out, signalling that you were asleep. Asmo smiled, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Anytime. Come to me when you feel restless again, okay?”

Beelzebub

Beel was the one to have a nightmare.

He didn’t remember what it was, but when he came to his hand was outstretched towards the ceiling, tears dotting his pillowcase. He rolled out of bed, quietly padding out of the room so that he didn’t accidentally wake his twin up.

He rubbed his eyes. Even though he didn’t remember it, he could guess what it was about.

I’ve been having nightmares more often lately...

He saw the light of the fireplace as he passed by the entrance to the living room, and he wondered who else was up. Was it Lucifer? Levi?

Once he gaze fell on you fiddling with your D.D.D. on the couch, he stepped in.

“Aren’t you tired?”

His voice startled you, almost making you drop your device.

“Oh, Beel! What are you doing up?”

He shook his head, loosely grasping his left wrist as he frowned. “I just woke up and saw that the light was on,” He said as he sat down. “I was curious.”

You shifted to let him sit next to you, throwing a smile his way. “Funny coincidence, huh? I couldn’t fall back asleep either.”

A small smile formed at your words. “At least it’s the weekend.”

You stretched. “I know! Lucifer can’t yell at us for this!”

Beel looked off to the side in thought, giving a decisive nod. “He would still find something that we messed up on to yell about, though.”

Your snort of laughter made him feel lighter, erasing any traces of the mind-numbing fear and grief sadness his nightmare left behind.

You tapped his arm. “Something up?”

He shook his head, a smile blooming on his face as he looked at you. “...No, not anymore. Do you want to go grab something to eat with me?”

You leapt to your feet with a grin. “Beel, when will I ever say no to that?”

And so, you two raided the fridge of its contents and snacked on whatever you could find. You talked about anything and everything that came to mind, throwing out the garbage before huddling against each other in front of the dying embers.

You wrapped a blanket around you both, a yawn escaping you. “Thanks for being my hangout buddy, Beel.”

He beamed, its radiance slightly dulled by his tiredness. “We’re family. It’s the least I could do.”

You fell asleep against each other, and the other brothers couldn’t help but take pictures of the heartwarming scene once they found you two.

For the first time in weeks, Beel slept peacefully.

Belphegor

Belphie was en route to the planetarium when he ran into you.

“Going somewhere?” He asked with amusement in his voice, watching you compose yourself.

You jabbed a finger at him. “I am, actually. I was going...uh...”

He raised an eyebrow as you flailed to find an answer despite having recollected yourself moments prior, dragging it out before he decided to throw you a mercy line. “I’m going to the planetarium, if you want to come.”

You nodded, relief flashing across your features. “Thanks, Belphie.”

You two made a pile of blankets on the floor, pointing out constellations and making up stories for them. ...Well, you were, at least; Belphie was content to let you ramble, quietly chuckling at your elaborate depictions of each celestial body you pointed out.

“What are you doing up, anyways?” He asked, interrupting your recent tale.

You huffed. “Way to kill the vibe, Edgelord.”

He raised a brow. “...And the vibe happened to be you describing how Orion brutally skewed the Ursa Minor for his lover?”

You nodded sagely. “It’s a tale of love and betrayal, of sacrifice and ambition.”

He snorted. “Are you going to answer the question?”

You rolled over to face him. “I just...couldn’t sleep, I guess.”

“You can’t sleep?” He repeated, looking over at you in surprise. He shook off his initial reaction with a small, exasperated smile. “It looks like you came to the right demon, then.”

You flopped back dramatically onto the piles. “Please impart your wisdom on me, O wise one.”

Instead of scoffing at you, like he usually did, he placed a hand onto your head. “You won’t have to worry about any nightmares tonight.”

- And then you were out.

He sighed. “Just what am I going to do with you...?”

He now makes sure to check up on you from time-to-time, pulling you in for a dreamless sleep whenever he sees your fatigue. Despite himself napping the most in either the attic or the room he shared with Beel, he would lead you to the planetarium to sleep.

It was a sacred place for him, and who better to share it with than with you?

Attractive Things He Does

; it's been months since i've been here so first, let me apologize real quick. i've been so unmotivated with everything lately but i'm just trying to get through and deal with it.

; i'm basically thirsting. this was not a request, but i saw someone do this so i thought of more bc i could not stop thinking about them doing these. [ib: @writingiseasyohshi]

; TW: suggestive stuff (not nsfw but has innuendos), basically thirst (and yes, these are little things i find completely attractive in a guy. please don't judge me)

Leans against the doorframe alot. Literally does it everytime they come into your room to call you for dinner or when you're in the kitchen making something and they come to check on you.

— Lucifer, Belphegor, Solomon, Satan, Leviathan

Places a hand behind the passenger seat as he looks behind to reverse the car. He even leans back completely, pushing his back flat on the seat.

— Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub (listen, if levi and beel knew how to drive they would ok 🥴)

Lightly blows his bangs away from his face, completely focused on a task. He's so busy and in the zone that he won't even use his hands to just push away the stray hair.

— Satan, Lucifer, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon

Likes to cherish your hand, sometimes absentmindedly; tracing lines and patterns, playing with any rings that may be worn on your finger/s, or just... holding them. It doesn't matter to him just as long as he gets to feel them.

— Leviathan, Simeon, Mammon, Asmodeus

Says, “hm?” or “mm?” instead of “what?” or “yes?” when getting called his attention. (i'm so sorry i just find it hot bc of their voices when they do that pls)

— Beelzebub, Lucifer, Barbatos, Satan, Leviathan, Belphegor

Looks at you whenever you talk to him. Literally drops whatever he's doing and looks into your eyes immensely so that you know that he's listening.

— Diavolo, Asmodeus, Mammon, Belphegor, Simeon, Beelzebub

Casually drapes an arm around your shoulder when in public. Sometimes he doesn't even know it until you point it out.

— Asmodeus, Mammon (these two definitely like having an arm around you at all times)

Does that thing. You know, when he needs to move past you and you're kinda blocking the way, he just conveniently places his hands on your waist and pulls you aside gently. To make it worse (or better), he knows exactly what he's doing.

— Lucifer, Simeon, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Satan, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon

HC: They see MC’s sketchbook!

Art. It’s a private thing. Showing someone your work is akin to showing them a piece of your soul, an insight into who you are and everything that lies within. So when the Obey Me! boys get a glimpse of your sketchbook, they find themselves wanting for more—and all in different ways.

Word Count: 6.0k

*Mild NSFW themes for Asmo & Diavolo

Characters: All Brothers + All Undateables + Luke

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grooming lucifer's wings (a piece that contains remarkably little actual wing-grooming)

note from kin: inspired by an ask someone sent me AGES ago that i can’t find because tumblr’s search feature is not good at all might do more of the boys in future, this was pretty fun to write… anyway, everyone come get your dose of soft lucifer here!

i keep trying to make the reader character more ‘blank’ so that y’all can properly project yourselves onto them, but it never works… so in this one you’re a silly goofball who is so very full of bad jokes and and also full of love for your demon bf

fandom: obey me!

character(s): gn!reader, lucifer

pairing(s): lucifer/reader

warning(s): nope!! though my interpretation of lucifer will probably seem ooc to some of you

genre: fluff

you know how most types of bird will have a moulting season, where their feathers all fall out and then regrow?? yeah lucifer gets that with his demon-form wings

it happens roughly every decade or so, give or take a few years

and lucifer HATES it

for one thing, because his flight feathers are either gone or still new and too small, he can’t fly in demon form like usual

it’s not like he flies that often anyway, but it just feels bad to know that he doesn’t have that option

and the pin feathers are also indescribably annoying - his wings are constantly prickling and itching, and they keep stinging if they brush up against something too hard

it’s not like being in regular form helps - he feels the prickling/pain under his skin instead, which is even more agonising than just feeling it in his wings

basically when lucifer’s wings are moulting he just wants to lock himself in his room and just lie there in demon form until it’s over

but since the entire moult lasts for roughly three weeks, he can’t do that if he wants to keep on top of his work

everyone else can generally tell when it’s moulting season because lucifer gets about 10000000x more irritable

you don’t realise though because he’s been avoiding you like the plague :((

but it turns out it was just because he doesn’t want to be mean to you! :D

it literally feels feels like someone’s constantly stabbing drawing pins into his back, so it’s hard NOT to get bitchy during moulting season - which is why he’s choosing to avoid you rather than accidentally hurt your feelings

except avoiding you also hurts your feelings, which he forgot to account for when he made that decision (lucifer you absolute goddamn buffoon)

in the end, the other brothers stage an intervention for their eldest brother, during which satan nearly hits him with a shoe and belphie calls him an idiot at least twenty times

lucifer’s inclined to punish them all for the impertinence, but he also realises that they kinda have a point

(and also it’s touching to him that his little brothers care about you so much, to the point where they’ll ALL actively start telling him off for hurting your feelings)

anyway, his moult is already coming to an end around this time! most of the pin feathers are gone, and the new feathers are still a little tender, but at least the constantly-being-stabbed feeling is mostly gone

so, he thinks to himself, he’ll make sure he gets a good night’s sleep and arrange a nice date to make everything up to you tomorrow

except it’s that very evening that you decide to burst into his room and start pummelling the stuffing out of his arm

he figures out by piecing together your broken speech that you’ve been given the low-down on the whole situation by his brothers, and that you’re REALLY mad at him for not just telling you that he wasn’t feeling well

and you’re ESPECIALLY mad that he instead chose to silently stew in his own misery like a frog in a boiling pot, because doesn’t he KNOW that you’d rather DIE than let him just be in pain indefinitely like this

the dramatics are unnecessary but lucifer literally loves it so much because it reminds him how much you love him and it makes his ego swell like 10000x, because to him there is no greater honour in the world than your love

anyway, once you’ve calmed down, your attitude does a complete 360

you hop onto his bed, give your lap a crisp slap, and order him to lie down in it immediately

you are very lucky that he loves you so much, because if anyone else tried this they’d be ground to dust in seconds

as it stands, all lucifer does is put up an extremely weak little fight (i.e. scoffs and gives that trademark ‘seriously?’ look) before immediately doing as you say

literally three-quarters of the tension leaves his body as soon as he does and oh wow why didn’t he do this sooner

he’s in such a state of relief that he doesn’t even think twice about complying when you tell him to switch to demon form for you

and, after all the tension of moulting season, loosening up and going demon form for a bit sounds like a really good idea actually

so he does!

he’s just starting to wonder exactly why you wanted him in demon form when he feels you start running your fingers gently through his feathers

you know that noise that cartoon characters make when they get blown/yanked up into the air really quick?? that’s the sound that plays in lucifer’s mind

no WONDER practically every animal with fur or feathers likes being pet in one way or another. it feels so good

you’re working your way through the rows and rows of somewhat crooked new feathers, veeery gently teasing them into neat lines, and then smoothing them over with your palm

it’s slow and methodical, like you’re working to some sort of beat, and

like at one point you make some stupid joke along the lines of ‘guess those pin feathers were really NEEDLING you haha’

honestly lucifer wants to be mad, but he can’t bring himself to be

tbh he can never get mad at any of your bad jokes, because they were part of the reason he ended up falling for you in the first place

this was basically how it went back before in the earlier days of you two knowing each other:

you: “hey lucifer, do your socks have holes in them?”

lucifer’s brain: okay look, we know that the human has a VERY nice face, but we have standards, and our standards are high, ESPECIALLY for personality, so do NOT fuck this up and do NOT start falling in love with the human

lucifer, out loud: “no they do not, why would—”

you: “then how’d you get your feet in them?! hahahahahahahahaha—”

lucifer’s brain: shit. they’re meeting all our standards. i think we’re in love with the human now.

based on the impression he gives most people, one would think that lucifer thinks you’re an idiot and doesn’t like you

but not so! what lucifer actually thinks is “my partner is an idiot and i like them SO MUCH”

basically your laugh makes his heart do somersaults, and whenever you lose it at one of your own jokes it makes him want to smile so wide his face starts aching

anyway back to the wing-grooming!

grjklhrjkhrlKJHKJSHFK DO YOU HAVE MAGIC IN YOUR HANDS???

AND YOUR VOICE APPARENTLY because lucifer can hear you cooing ‘ooooo what pretty wings’ under your breath, and it’s making his own breathing do funny things

you call him a gorgeous boy multiple times and he doesn’t even feel talked-down to, like he’d have assumed he would if ever addressed like that - he just basks in the compliment like ‘🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 you’re a gorgeous human tooooo’

obviously he doesn’t say that, nor does he really let it show on his face, but deep down in his soul he’s practically yelling it

you should really cherish this moment, because even if lucifer’s softer than pure cotton for you, it’s rare for him to be practically snuggling into your lap like this

there’s a combination of factors here:

1. he hasn’t had much contact with you since moulting season began, so he’s making up for lost time

2. doing all that work while simultaneously being in constant pain is EXHAUSTING and this is a great chance to wind down

and 3. man do your hands feel good

he straight up just falls asleep there in your lap after a while

some time later, he wakes up at a tiny hour of the morning, with you having fallen asleep sitting up

his wings are positively sparkling, you’ve done an absolutely fabulous job of neatening and smoothing out the new plumage

but now luci feels kind of bad because you look kind of exhausted

so he carefully eases himself out of your lap and climbs into bed properly, rearranging everything so that you’re nice and snug in his arms, with his wings wrapped around you like an extra protective layer of blankets

and now he kind of wants to cry because wow this cosiness just hits different. sleeping in your lap was great, but this is even GREATER. maybe he needs to sleep with you in demon form more often???

oh shit his horns make it pretty hard to put his head on the pillow comfortably, never mind

though, if you really like sleeping wrapped up in his wings like this, he’d be totally willing to put up with the pillow discomfort

it’s not awful, anyway - absolutely nothing compared to the everything about moulting season, actually

so lucifer drifts back off to sleep soon enough, fully aware of the fact that he doesn’t have his alarm set and that he’ll probably oversleep tomorrow, but also fully aware of the fact that he doesn’t care

sweet dreams you two <3