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lonely 14 year olds looking at unconnected internet horror stories and going “what if they lived together and were friends and were MY friends” were so genius for that actually

Solomon: MC- *takes a knee*

MC: Oh my God

Solomon: -will you marry me? *pulls out ring box*

MC: What?

MC: Didn't I poison you?? Gak! *falls to their knees instead*

Solomon: I switched our cups. *opens the box to show a small vial of powder*

Solomon: Say yes for the antidote!

MC: God I hate you so much-

Belphie at Diavolo's parties: this place is so fancy, I don't know which fork to kill myself with

Asmo: the fork on your right.

real

does anyone have any more posts in this style? I'm making a collection

Babygirl, your religious\parental trauma is showing

What's Updog?

Was wondering how to reintroduce Nyx and the idea of making some small comics again. Settled on this old idea, because it defines them so well

Reblogs are appreciated!

Mammon, Asmo & MC sneak Diavolo out for the night

This is looooong, but I had SO MUCH fun writing it

Mammon Asmodeus Diavolo Barbatos Lucifer

Gender: neutral

Warnings: heavy language, alcohol consume

Actually the plan was for only you, Asmo and Mammon to go out tonight, but you invited Diavolo to join you guys. It's because when you told him about it he got so excited for you three in a way that made you sad which lead you to what you did

You send Diavolo a quick text that the small group is coming over to his castle for some "tea" in his private chambers

Asmo packed some stuff like makeup, accessories etc for everyone to get ready at the castle. Since it's a lot to carry you and Mammon put some in your own bags after Asmo threatened you to take good care of his stuff

Everyone starts getting ready after successfully getting past Barbatos who found it more than odd that the tea would be served in the Lord's bedroom instead of in one of the usual rooms, but oh well. Diavolo is known for doing strange things from time to time

"I'm done!"

"Uh..."

"Lord Diavolo..."

"No you're not done."

The demon prince is standing there in full royal attire. You, Mammon and Asmo aren't sure where exactly to start the list of things that are wrong about his appearance

"Everyone will recognize you like this, Dia. Don't you have anything that screams less royalty?"

"What do you mean? This is my most casual outfit."

"Oh hell no."

Asmo gets immediately to work by removing the jacket and tie and continues his work by unbottoning Diavolo's black dress shirt

"What are ya doing, Asmo?! You can't undress Lord Diavolo like that!"

"Calm down! As much as I'd love to do that, I'm only opening up the dress shirt a little bit. See? It looks way more casual like this."

The beautiful demon managed to change Diavolo's entire presence with only a couple small adjustments, but there is still a tiny problem

"How do we cover his face?"

Again Asmo comes to the rescue! Without any hesitation he combs the Lord's hair back to expose his entire face and puts a very real looking fake mustache over the top lip

Wait what?

"Why do you own that, Asmo?"

"And why did ya bring it with you?"

"Instead of questioning me you should be thankful that I have this thing in the first place!"

Diavolo looks nearly unrecognizable unless someone would stare at him real intense

Even if you might not be a big fan of mustaches you have to admit that he kinda looks attractive that way. Mammon finishes the look by handing the Lord his sun glasses

"Are we all feeling sexy?"

"Yes!"

"Perfect! Let's go!"

Who knew that climbing down a balcony located on the highest floor of a castle could proof to be so difficult? Especially when one is all dressed up!

The first destination is a restaurant where you lay out your plans for the night to Diavolo and have a quick meal before the fun starts

Throughout the entire time the demon prince looks as excited as a child who's allowed to stay up longer than usually

"And you really don't mind the risk that comes with it?"

"Oh I'm not worried at all! Asmodeus did such an amazing job that I didn't even recognize myself in the mirror!"

"I made reservations for a small VIP area at the club. It's nothing too fancy so we won't attract much attention, but it's enough to give us some peace."

Mammon and Asmo exchange disappointed looks with each other when you mentioned the part about not attracting attention, but they're staying quiet

"Thank you so much for letting me be a part of this. It's my first time going out like this and you have no idea how grateful I am for you three to risk your lives like this."

"No problem Lord Dia- wait what was that with riskin' our lives?"

"Oh, you know in case Lucifer or Barbatos find out about it."

The tension in the air is so thick it could be cut with scissors. None of you have even thought about the obvious possibility of the first born or the royal butler to find out about your doing. Now that Diavolo mentioned it this might as well be the last night you three are alive

If Diavolo catches onto the fear building up inside you guys then he sure as fuck doesn't seem to mind. Instead he's digging into his meal with a wide grin while your appetite has vanished into thin air

After the awkward last supper you slowly make your way to the club and with some light hearted conversations the worries quickly fade away and get replaced by a more relaxing mood

The demon at the entrance let's you pass almost immediately upon hearing your name

"Before you four enter the area, can I get the names of your friends first? We've had some issues lately and need them for security reasons."

"I'm the great Mammon, this is my brother Asmodeus and this is our...uhm...Stephen."

"Your Stephen?"

"...yes."

Much to your relief the demon doesn't question you any further and let's you in, but not without giving you all a skeptical side-eye

"Shit, Mammon, was that seriously the best you could come up with?"

"You could have taken over if you wanted to, ya know!"

"I'm Stephen."

Once your group falls down onto a couch in a more secluded area you start to think about what to drink

"They have a Merlot! I might take that."

"No, we're doin' shots tonight!"

The two boys stopped addressing Diavolo with his title a while ago and he looks anything except bothered by it. In fact his grin has gotten even bigger over time and you notice how much more comfortable everyone is now than at the beginning of the night

Everyone is having a great time and everything seems to go smoothly even though you lost count of the amount of drinks your small group has ordered

Until your D.D.D. lights up from a call

"Guys, it's Lucifer."

"Don't answer! We texted him that we're sleepin' over at Diavolo's so if you don't answer then he might think we're asleep!"

"My name is Stephen."

Drunk Mammon is surprisingly reasonable so you decide to go with his suggestion and ignore the call

Just as your anxiety retreats Asmo gets a call from the first born as well. That can't possibly be a coincidence right?

You all receive at least one call that none of you answers. After a while there's nothing happening and you're starting to imagine Lucifer bursting through the ceiling to give you the beating of a lifetime

But your phones stay silent and you collectively let out a sigh

"We're safe."

But then your D.D.D. lights up again from something far greater than the threatening call of Lucifer. It's a message

"Where are you?"

Your mouth dries out completely and you're unable to form a coherent thought. Mammon takes the phone from your hands to see what got you so petrified just to turn into a living statue as well

One by one you all freeze. Luicfer is easy to avoid and it wouldn't be the first time you become the target of his wrath, but angering Barbatos is a whole other story

If the royal butler comes for you then all that's left to do is lay down and pray that he'll have the mercy to make your death go by fast

"You have to answer him, MC."

You're simply texting him that you guys are on the way to the castle

This is where the fun ends. The walk home consists of Diavolo apologizing every five minutes and you telling him that it's not his fault. It was your idea after all and you'll be the one to take full responsibility

"Ya can't do that, MC!"

"Right! There's no way we will let you take the fall for us."

"No, I was the one who came up with this thing so I will be the one to take the hit. Besides, Lucifer and Barbatos are going to go easier on me than they will on you two."

The royal butler is awaiting you four at the entrance of the castle with a smile cold enough to freeze over the entirety of hell

No one dares to say a word as you enter and Barbatos lifts his hand when you open your mouth to say something

"I want you to know that I'm not mad."

Phew

"Just disappointed."

Oh

"Barbatos, you have to know that this is completely my fault. Mammon and Asmo didn't have anything to do with it."

He ignores your words

"Lucifer asked me to send you back home. I brought it upon myself to pack your belongings so you don't have to stay longer than absolutely necessary."

This is the politest way someone has ever kicked you out, but it still hurt like shit

Diavolo puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes it lightly which provides you with a little bit of comfort. The kind smile on his face tells you that he will do his best to set this right for you and the brothers

You squeeze his hand back with your own and with your bags you, Mammon and Asmo leave for the house of lamentation where the upset first born awaits you

Lucifer's lips are a thin line and his eyebrow can't seem to stop twitching. Judging by the dark aura around him he's barely holding himself back from throwing every curse known to mankind at you

"I don't expect much from my brothers, but I do expect more from you, MC"

"We wanted to have fun!"

"By kidnapping the prince?"

"Lucifer, please-"

"Get out of my sight! All three of you! We'll continue this tomorrow morning before I can't control myself and rip you all to shreds."

BONUS:

(Group chat with you, Mammon, Asmo & Diavolo the next morning)

Diavolo: I'm sorry that you guys got in trouble. I'll try to sort this out as quickly as possible

Mammon: Can ya do it before Lucifer kills us?

Asmo: Yes, it would be much appreciated

MC: Either way, thank you for trying

Diavolo: It's the least I can do

Diavolo: And Asmodeus? What glue did you use for the fake beard?

Asmo: Why?

Diavolo: The mustache won't come off...

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Help a t4t disabled couple

Hi, I'm Avery. I'm disabled and unemployed and so is my partner @jewishscarecrow . I have been seeking a job for a while but because of my disabilities the search has been hard. They are currently being housed by a friend across the country, and we are trying to save up so they can move in with me. I also need pain meds I can't afford. We would appreciate any help we can get.

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Please reblog both of our posts if you wouldn't mind, we'd really appreciate it 💕

Getting these types of voice messages from the characters really makes me swoon lol. I'm looking forward to more of these 🥺

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“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.

Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.

But, then, of course,  Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.

So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.

After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.

Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.

Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.

The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.

Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.

Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.

Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.

You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.

You decided to just let them angst this one out.

The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”

“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.

Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.

You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”

There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.

You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.

You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.

And then your door slammed open.

“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.

Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.

“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”

“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.

Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.

“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”

“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”

“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”

“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”

He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.

You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.

Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.

How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.

“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”

1. Yes they have to fight, 2. Tell me who’s fighting who in the tags! (I’ll add the most ridiculous combos in a reblog)

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GOOD THEY DESERVE IT

Studying for an Exam with Simeon

Pairing: Simeon x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, studying together, teasing, distractions, sitting in his lap, reward system, accidental groping

A/N: Would you be able to focus with him? I don't think I would.

He knew you were behind on your studies so he chose to tutor you, no big deal he's done this for people before

A simple tutoring lesson shouldn't have posed such an issue for him, yet he felt like he was having a harder time than you

When you'd get stuck on question you'd get this really cute pout and his heart simply melted

Usually he would remind others not to get distracted

This time it was him who constantly found himself staring at you, so much so that you asked if he asked you here to study for the test or to study you

Not used to this kind of teasing he tried to get back on track only to get all hot and bothered when you sat in his lap

Well if you're right in front of him he can make sure you're not cheating somehow so this is acceptable

Plus now Simeon could just look at the books and the notes

Being careful to not overstep boundaries he put his hands gently around your hips

You were the one who couldn't focus now, with his voice so close, his breath tickling your ear and neck and his hands almost making contact with your skin

There is one more method he could try with you, usually when people have trouble focusing having a reward system helps

It can be a snack, some free time, talking for a bit, checking your phone, anything within reason really

You ask for a kiss as a joke figuring he would go for it but to your surprise he leans in, a shy smile on his lips and his blue eyes teasing

You haven't answered the question yet

This takes you so off guard that you move forward causing his hands to slip upwards and cup your breasts through your shirt

His touch is like fire, making your cheeks and the rest of you body burn

It stirs feelings within Simeon as well, his reacting more than making itself knows when you sit back down on his lap

After a few moments of tense silence you whisper out the correct answer

He did promise a reward, but only if you're okay with it after what just happened

You give him another answer, this time in the form of a kiss

Emergency!!!!

My roommate and I both have appointments we can't afford coming up. Mine is essentially a cancer screening bc of concerning new symptoms, his is an ER follow up with a specialist. We need to fund those and the transportation to them. He also needs to fill a prescription. The appointments are tomorrow morning.

Dm me for proof or details!! This goal must be met by 7 a.m. tomorrow.

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May god show mercy, cuz I certainly wont.

Summary: After waking up MC has to conquer a hangover and some other problems, but nothing breakfast can't fix.

Word count: 2400+

Disclaimer: contains mentions/references of self-harm, minor panic attack, hangover symptoms, GN!MC, use of they/them, MC and other characters are implied to be in a polyamorous relationship, light angst, this is a repost of a previously deleted post

chapter 1 || chapter 3

The morning moonlight of Devildom shone through the window of MC’s room creating a picturesque image anyone would find mesmerizing, however, MC wasn’t the same mind. Right now they found it annoying that the stupid moonlight was shining through a stupid window, waking them up with a stupid pounding headache. They slowly opened their eyes, wincing at both pain and light, bothering them at the most inconvenient time. Why do I even have a headache?... Right, I went to the Fall with Asmo and Mammon last night. They looked both ways and noticed the sixth- and second-born still asleep, each with an arm splayed over them. They sighed glad to have been brought here by the two and that none of them decided to sleep nude, but their thoughts were interrupted by a headache intensifying for a few seconds. Okay, okay, prioritize. Painkillers and magnesium are in the bathroom cabinet. They awkwardly wiggled their way under the covers to the bottom of the bed and slowly sat up. Taking a few deep breaths, they stood up and moved the curtains to block the moon from bothering the other two. Quietly grabbing the water bottle from the bedside and heading to the bathroom. MC found their small soon-to-be saviours in a pill shape and downed them with a chug of water. Now that they were out of bed and out of the grasp of two demons they were starting to feel the chill, particularly unusual for them, chill on the arms. Their eyes shot to their exposed arms, the cover-up was missing in some places while smudged in others. Deformed skin and magical ink showing through. It was obvious now, that one of them must have changed them into these clothes. The headache faded into the background as the realization dawned on them. Did they see the marks? It’s not out of the realm of possibilities, but they surely were also drunk, and maybe whoever changed them didn’t pay mind to this. They definitely weren’t blackout drunk, well at least one of them couldn't have been if all three of them were at the HoL and not in their party outfits. Their breathing was starting to get heavy, vision centred on the sink they were now clutching and arms starting to shake. No, no, no. No time to panic. MC shook their head, opened and turned on the water. If you act suspicious, you’ll raise suspicions. They splashed cold water onto their face in an attempt to calm themselves. Taking deep, long breaths and wiping their face with a towel. From the corner of their eye, they caught the glimpse of the shirt in the bathtub and let out a heavy sigh, exiting the room. Stepping towards the closet, they started looking for a hoodie. They pulled out a plain navy blue one when they heard a knock on the door.

“MC? Are you awake?” After hearing Satan’s voice, MC put on the hoodie and opened the door. “Ah, good morning kitten, I see you’re up. I didn’t see you here last night when I came to give you the book you asked for, so I thought I’d give you a heads-up before I start making breakfast. Just so you can avoid Lucifer nagging you about it”

“Morning Satan, and thank you, the heads-up is very much appreciated” They smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “I’ll let the rest know about your warning,” they said glancing back at the bed with a smile, where Asmo and Mammon were still sleeping.

“Honesty, they’ll never learn.” the fourth-born shook his head, “Well, at least they got smarter about sneaking back into the house. Do you want tea or coffee?”

“Herbal tea would be great. You know, the one on the second shelf.”

“Will do.” Satan pecked the corner of their lips and headed towards the kitchen, “See you at breakfast” MC waved back to him and closed the door.

They stepped back to the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and magnesium and put it on the nightstand along with a water bottle. They were standing for a moment by the bedside, mulling over if it would be funny to give them an aggressive wake-up by jumping onto the bed. They thought yes, but decided against it. Instead, they leaned over the bed and shook both demons gently, giving each a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Rise and shine” they spoke as the pair was rousing from sleep, “that, or we’ll be hearing from Lucifer for skipping breakfast.” MC sat on the edge of the bed. “Good morning, you two.”

“Mornin’ treasure” Mammon responded sitting up and stretching and yawning, “ya know you gave us some real trouble on the way back”

“Can’t say I remember well and with that, I refuse to believe I wasn’t on my best behaviour as a Human Word representative,” they replied jokingly while offering pills and water to the white-haired demon. He took them both and then passed them to Asmo.

He took it and popped pills from both boxes “Darling, you know I have nothing against letting loose, especially on weekends, but next time maybe stop before you reach the throwing-up point.” He huffed, hair dishevelled and the waves flattened from the night's sleep.

“Will do. This is off-topic but,” the human looked over the t-shirt Asmo was wearing, "I should assume that at this point all my clothes have become communal good?"

"Oh you're the one to talk," Mammon jabbed a finger between their ribs "ain't that Levi's hoody?"

"I will neither confirm, nor deny it" they tried blocking his further attempts at tickles and a smell of food started to get into the room from the kitchen, "I think we should get going." 

"Yeah, maybe we should, or maaaaaybe we can… wait!" In a blink of an eye, Mammon grabbed MC by the waist and hauled them onto the bed and started tickling them.

"Hahahaha! No Mammon hahaha!" their attempts to reverse their position were futile" St– hahaha! Stop it, hahaha!" was all they could manage before surrendering to the laughter and tickles. In all that, MC failed to notice the flash of concern that crossed Asmo's face before he got out of bed.

When they got to the dining room everyone was already there and since it was Saturday each brother was still in their pyjamas, except of course the ever-perfect Lucifer. All three threw a quick good morning to the room. Mammon and Asmo sat in their places and MC went around the table, giving each of the brothers the daily morning kiss before sitting between Satan and Lucifer. Satan passed them the mug with tea, and they nodded to him, mouthing a “Thank You”. Breakfast proceeded like always and MC was trying to see if either of the demons they went out partying with yesterday acted any different, but everything was like always. Maybe they were overthinking it this morning. Then Lucifer cleared his throat.

"I hope you three got a good rest last night, Mammon, Asmo, MC?" he was asking nonchalantly, but everyone knew where this was going. 

"And what makes you ask such a question, dear Lucifer?" MC wasted no time replying in an overly polite manner.

"It was hard not to hear someone hitting the wall and cursing at the top of their lungs at around, let me think, three in the morning." 

"Am I to take you were still awake back then? Working perhaps? Despite the fact that you were asked to not work this late to not tire your eyes? Do you want to go and get another prescription? Again." the words laced with a friendly threat, only MC had enough guts or stupidity or both to direct them at the Avatar of Pride. They side-glanced Lucifer as they sipped from their mug.

Lucifer only hummed and got back to his coffee as a wave of quiet snicker washed over the table. The quick daily banter was over with MC coming out on top this time. After breakfast was over, MC started to collect the dishes and put them all into the sink. Satan might be on cooking duty, but this week dishwashing is on them. Cleaning up didn’t take very long, but it was enough time for Beel to make two trips to the fridge, bringing Belphegor along with him on the second one. While the famished twin was rummaging through the fridge, Belphie latched himself on MC and started to drift off with his head on their shoulder. While normally MC would just let him be, currently it was annoying to do the dishes like that. They tried to unclutch the demon from them but to little effect.

“Let go you little leech, or you’ll taste the water from the dirty plates” they managed their most serious threatening voice.

“You wouldn’t dare” the youngest turned his head and squinted towards them.

“Try me.” MC put down the plate they were scrubbing and put the wet hands dangerously close to Belphies face. At this point, the smaller twin backed out and let MC out of his grasp. 

“You sometimes act so deviously” Beel commented with a mouthful of food to which MC let out a soft chuckle.

“Why of course I do,” They fluttered their eyes towards him, “I have pacts with all seven Avatars of Sin and even though everyone thinks Solomon is the scary one they are failing to notice that I, The Great Sorcerer MC, am the real threat.” Saying that MC smiled, putting a hand over their cheek to look more innocent to contrast with the short yet grand speech. They quickly realized their mistake and made a disgusted face at a wet hand touching their face, and immediately started wiping their face with the sleeve.

“The Magnificent Sorcerer is still a dorkish sheep, though,” Belphie smirked with his head on the pillow.

“And I’m proud of it, thank you very much” MC turned back towards the sink and resumed the scrubbing of the plate.

“Are you free after this?” Belphie asked.

“Nope, unfortunately, I’m fully booked today. And to that, I gotta check if the other participant is still up for hanging out.”

Belphie only hummed in response, obviously not happy at being shot down. The two exited the kitchen, with the redhead ruffling MC’s hair for goodbye. When all the plates were clean, they wiped their hands and took out their D.D.D.

The Lord of Shadow

Henry: we still up for the maid cafe? how long do you need?

The Lord of Shadow: Yes, the event is ending soon and I have to do daily tasks so give me about an hour.

Henry: *OK demoji*

That answered one question and gives them some time before the outing. Now for the second question.

TEAM PARTYYYYY(3)

MC: where are you two?

Mammon: common area

MC: good.

Mammon: MC? What does that dot mean?!!

Mammon: MC??!!

They whipped out two mugs, flour, eggs, dark cocoa and milk. Putting all the ingredients together and mixing until all was smooth, they added some of their special chocolate from the sacred stash and put both mugs in a microwave. After they were done, they stabbed a teaspoon in each and headed to the common room. When they entered, Asmo was wiping off the nail polish from his nail only to start painting it again while Mammon was scrolling through his phone, but immediately looked up when he heard footsteps.

“Thanks for not ditching me on the side of the road last night” they half laughed, handing each demon a mug cake.

“Of course, The Great Mammon would never ditch ya!” he immediately dug into the small cake,“ Ya are My Human after all and I’m your first man!” the avatar of greed gloated while triumphantly pointing the little spoon in the air.

“Hurr-durr, “the first man” and yet you still blush and stutter when they hold your hand in public” Asmodeus teased his older brother. He set the nail polish down and started eating the cake. Mammon's face quickly became flushed and all he blurted out was a quiet “shut up” before going back to eating. MC only shook their head at the brother’s antics. “Darling this is delicious,” he hesitated for a moment, “Do I taste this fancy chocolate you got from that witch the other day?”

“Why thank you, and yes this is my special chocolate. It has some kind of calming potion added if I remember correctly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to change into something else before going out with Levi.”

“Have fun~” Asmo waved to them before going back to his nails.

“See ya MC.”

They got to their room and picked out the clothing for their date with Leviathan, then headed to the bathroom. They stood facing away from the mirror. If you don't look at them, it’s like they don't exist. They took a deep breath and started changing with their eyes closed, and opened them only after they were fully changed. The soulmate tattoo talk was something kids in primary school were fawning over during sleepovers, but they often wondered if they were doing their soulmates dirty, not looking for them, any of them, and living their love-filled life here in Devildom. They quickly shook their hand to shoo away the bad thoughts. Exiting the bathroom they grabbed a blanket, put it in a bag and threw the bag over a shoulder. Maybe we could do some gaming later under that huge tree in the park? They headed to Leviathan’s bedroom to get the snake boy out of the “terrarium” and were positively surprised to see him already waiting outside the door, fiddling with his fingers.

“Finished early?” MC stretched out an arm towards him with a hand doing a grabbing motion and waited to see if Levi was okay with “touchy-feely normie stuff” today.

“Yeah, I wanted to get out with you sooner.” He said looking down and grabbing their hand gently, in response they moved some of his fringes out of his eyes and smiled at him and both headed to the front door.

The morning events put them at ease, making them forget the panic they experienced this morning. That’s just what they needed to calm themselves down, settling back into the routine. The same couldn’t be said about a certain demon, who couldn’t seem to jump back to his usual self.

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Punishment (Lucifer)

content: dom!lucifer, sub!reader, AFAB reader, no pronouns used, s3x toys, underwear as a gag. i think that's it, lmk if i missed anything.

wc: 2.4k

a/n: repost from my old acct. enjoy (again)!

You turned your head in the direction of your bedroom door upon hearing a knock on the other side. You opened your mouth to invite whoever it was in, but the knob was turning, and the door was opening before you got a word out. Mammon stuck his head into your room, eyes panicked behind his sunglasses.

“Room inspections in five minutes, hide whatever needs hidin’ quick!” he warned you in a whisper louder than his speaking voice before closing the door behind him. You heard his footsteps retreating quickly as he made his way toward his room to take his own advice.

You shot up out of your chair, knocking it over in your haste. You didn’t have anything that needed “hidin’”, but your room was…less than tidy. Clothes were strewn over the floor, books stacked in unsteady piles on your desk and nightstand, empty water bottles scattered throughout the room, and your bed hadn’t been made for a week. You mumbled a string of curses as you rushed to make your room presentable, gathering all the clothes into your hamper, returning the books to your shelf, and tossing the bottles in the recycling bin. You heard another knock on the door just as you turned your attention to your bed.

“Shit,” you whispered, sparing your unkempt bed a nasty glare.

“Come in!” you called dejectedly, knowing you were about to get an earful. You moved to the bed in a futile attempt to hide the disarray with your body. Lucifer entered your room as you pulled your lamb plushie (a gift from Mammon) tight against your chest while you lounged on the bed, feigning nonchalance at the demon’s presence.

“Good evening,” Lucifer greeted, offering you a small, polite smile.

His eyes began scanning the room, starting at one wall and moving to the next. After a few seconds, he nodded in satisfaction at the rest of the room before shifting his focus to you and your bed. You shifted your weight in discomfort at his gaze, noticing how his eyes narrowed slightly at the mess. You sat up and repositioned yourself on your pillows, waiting for the impending lecture. As you settled back down, you saw Lucifer’s eyes widen.

“What is that?” he asked, deep voice taking a hard edge. You looked down at your plushie in confusion before answering.

“…a lamb?” you answered, voice lilting up in uncertainty.

“I am referring to the blue object at your side. What is that?” And you felt your heart drop out of your ass.

You looked down at your left side and saw your blue vibrator poking out from underneath a pillow. You stared at it in awe for several seconds before you heard the demon before you clear his throat expectantly. You swallowed hard before turning to look at him. It felt like all the blood in your body had traveled to your face, you could feel your ears and cheeks burn in embarrassment and fear. You opened your mouth then closed it again several times, unable to summon any words to your lips.

“Answer me,” Lucifer demanded, taking a step closer to the bed.

“I-it’s a-a vibrator,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. A heavy silence fell over the room, pressing down on your body, pinning you in place.

“Are you hiding anything else? if I suspect that you are lying to me, I will tear this room apart. Think carefully before you answer me.” He looked directly into your eyes as he spoke, and it felt like he was burning holes into your soul.

“…Top drawer of the dresser,” you said weakly, pulling the lamb tighter to your chest.

The demon marched over to your dresser, yanking the first drawer open. Nestled among your socks, bras, and underwear was a bullet vibe and a bottle of lube. You screwed your eyes shut in shame as he reached into the drawer to pull the items out, keeping them closed until you heard the drawer slam shut. You pried your eyes open to watch Lucifer walk slowly to the foot of your bed, gasping as he threw the confiscated items onto the mattress.

“So this is what you do at night? Instead of sleeping or studying, you spend your time pleasuring yourself. I expect this kind of debauchery from the others; they’re demons, they were born to revel in their sins; they can’t help it. But for you to engage in such behavior? I’m quite disappointed.”

“I—”

“I, do not want to hear your excuses. I have to punish you for this. You understand that, don’t you?”

 You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice.

“Good,” was the only response you received before Lucifer climbed onto your bed.

“What’re you doing?!” you squeaked out as he crawled towards you and yanked the lamb from your arms, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind him.

“I told you, you’re going to be punished. You’ve been playing with your pussy every night, it’s only fair that I get a turn, isn’t it?” Your eyes widened at his question, and your cunt throbbed in anticipation.

Of course, you’d fantasized about similar scenarios almost nightly, but you never entertained the idea of them becoming reality. Your heart sank for a moment, as you considered that perhaps he was just teasing you, that this was a cruel prank of his, that any second he’d laugh in your face, sneering ‘Is that what you hoped I’d say, you pitiful human? You disgust me.’ but the repudiation never came. All you saw in the demon’s red eyes was lust, and some other emotion you couldn’t identify. But you detected no repulsion or mischief in his gaze.

“Answer me, little lamb,” Luficer ordered, moving so that his body hovered over your own, arms and legs on either side of you, his weight resting on his left hand that was positioned by your head. You could feel his warm breath on your face every time he exhaled.

“Y-yes. that’s only f-fair.” He rewarded you with a smug grin, flashing you his canines in the process.

“Excellent, I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he said lowly before closing the distance between your mouths.

You had spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining what kissing Lucifer would be like, but never in your dozens of fantasies was his kiss so desperate. It was like he was trying to devour you as his tongue slipped past your lips, exploring your mouth with fervor. You let out a whine as he nipped at your lower lip before diving back in to suck your tongue. He bucked his hips against yours at the sound, grinding his large bulge against your clothed cunt. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to keep him flush against you, but he quickly grabbed your legs and untangled them from him, pulling back from the kiss to look at you humorlessly.

“I thought I made myself clear that this was a punishment; don’t get so bold. I am not doing this for your pleasure,” he warned, hand threading through your hair to pull your head to the side, baring your neck to him.

“I’m doing it for mine,” he growled before biting the junction between your neck and shoulder. He didn’t apply enough force to break the skin, but it was enough to make you yelp in shock. A gloved hand clamped itself over your mouth, but the demon’s lips didn’t leave your neck. He began to suck and nip a bruise onto your skin, your eyes rolling back at the sensation. Lucifer eventually released your neck, admiring his handiwork with satisfaction; that mark was going to last a while. his hand, however, remained in place. His eyes met yours again, your heart twisting when he shook his head in disapproval.

“It seems you want my brothers to hear you, is that it?” you shook your head frantically in denial, earning you a small smile.

“Then be quiet. here, I’ll even help you,” he offered, removing his hand from your mouth to reach into his pocket. You could feel your face heat up as he pulled out a pair of your underwear. Your favorite pair, to be exact; a black lace thong with a red heart pattern. You didn’t own anything similar, preferring more comfortable cotton boxers or briefs, of course that pair stood out in your drawer. you’d bought them with the demon before you in mind.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed. if you had been standing, your legs would’ve given out at that moment. You did as you were told for once, opening your mouth wide. Lucifer smiled at your obedience as he stuffed your mouth with your own panties. You closed your mouth around them, embarrassed by how much your mouth watered. You watched as he finally reached for the blue vibe that had gotten you into this wonderful predicament. You were certain that he could hear your rapid heartbeat in the now silent room as he held the object in his hand, inspecting it with an amused gleam in his eye. The vibe was thin, around an inch at the base, and seven inches long. Lucifer shifted onto his knees, still focused on the toy. He finally returned his attention to you, amusement still clear on his face.

“Does this thing really satisfy you? It’s quite small,” he commented, measuring the heft of it with his palm. you shook your head meekly, looking down in shame at your answer.

“I figured as much. Still, I would like to see it in action.” You looked up at him in surprise. It hadn’t clicked in your head that this was real until now; that Lucifer was in your bed, planning to use your own sex toys on you, for “his pleasure” " He set the toy down by your side for a moment, hands traveling to the waistband of your sweats. He tugged them off you quickly, throwing them in the same direction of your lamb.

He took his time with your underwear, peeling them off slowly, licking his lips at the strands of slick that clung to them. Once they were off your legs, you watched as he stuffed them in his pocket. You couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched around nothing at his actions. He spread your legs wide, positioning his kneeling body between them. He fished around in the bed for the lube and bullet vibe he’d tossed on the bed earlier, finding them fairly quickly. You whimpered as he finally turned his attention to your cunt, spreading your lips with gloved fingers. Lucifer let out a low groan at the sight.

“So pretty,” he mumbled to himself as he burned the image of your dripping heat into his mind forever. He swiped a finger along your slit, stifling another groan.

“You’re soaked. Don’t even need the lube, do you angel?” he asked you, not expecting an answer.

He picked up the blue vibe, bringing it to your core. He rested it against your opening, withholding the pressure needed to penetrate you, and pressed the button at the base. You bit down on the fabric in your mouth at the sudden stimulation, back arching slightly off the bed. Lucifer was quick to lay his hand on your stomach, effectively pinning your body to the mattress, a devilish smirk dancing across his lips. He left the toy at your core a moment longer, letting your juices slick up the tip before sliding it up towards your clit. Your eyes rolled back when it finally made contact with your bud; the weight of his hand was the only thing keeping your upper half in contact with the bed. He let out a deep chuckle at your reaction, leaning forward so his face hovered over your own. He didn’t want to miss any of your expressions as he increased the pressure of the vibe against your clit.

“Does that feel good, little lamb?” he asked knowingly, smile widening as you nodded enthusiastically. He removed his hand from your stomach and took the bullet vibe in his now free hand; switching it on as well before retracting the blue toy and replacing it with the smaller one. Lucifer brought the larger vibe down to your core, marveling at what little pressure it took for it to slip inside your heat. You whined at the intrusion as your pussy greedily sucked the toy in deeper. The demon above you shushed you softly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Gonna make you feel good, honey, so good, but only if you stay quiet. Can you do that for me, love?” His smile returned at your small nod, kissing your forehead again and whispering, “There’s my brave little human.”

He began thrusting the blue toy in and out of your core, enjoying the wet sounds your cunt made at the motions. He pressed the bullet vibe a little bit harder against your clit, smirking as he felt your thighs begin to shake. Your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, gripping onto Lucifer for dear life as you did your best to remain silent.

“Are you close, love?” he asked, knowing the answer before you nodded in response.

“That’s alright, honey, you can cum. Want you to make a mess for me, okay?” he told you as he turned up the speed on both toys, reveling in the way your body trembled at the stimulation.

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, ultimately snapping when the blue vibe grazed the softest part of your cunt. You clenched your jaw in an effort to remain quiet as your pussy gushed around the toy, tears pricking your eyes at the intensity of your orgasm. Lucifer maintained his actions as you rode out your high, never slowing the speed of the toy thrusting in and out of you or letting up the pressure of the bullet vibe against your clit. As you came down from your peak, you removed your hands from his shoulder, grabbing at his wrists in an attempt to make him remove the toys from your overstimulated sex. He dropped the bullet vibe in order to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head.“Ah, ah, angel. This is a punishment. you’re not done until I say so.” He reminded you, a devilish smirk spreading over his handsome features.

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Part of my Flowers series, here is Satan in his Nara Kingyo Museum outfit. I’m loving the goldfish motifs on all the brothers outfits but Satan is the only one with a giant cat on his. I’ve chosen Acanthus for him, because the flower represents art, immortality and rebirth. The leaves are commonly found in corinth architecture which is the most ornate of the three classic architecture styles. I’m eyeing the rebirth meaning for him since he was born from Lucifer despite his dislike of that fact, to reanimate when he finds himself in things he loves instead of being defined by Lucifer and becoming not just wrath but his own person. The classical references relate to some of his hobbies.

What flower would you choose for him?

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