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Semester is over which means I get enrichment time :3

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⚜️wear the hat, ride the cowboy⚜️

This one has a nsfw ver. too! The link to it is on my Twitter!

Exclusive Mc Privileges

Lucifer

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

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

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

Telling him how attractive he is when he’s mad

Helping him grooms his wings

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

Borrowing his pens

Helping yourself to his record collection

Staying out late

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

Mammon

Being his passenger princess

Treating him like a princess whenever he feels inadequate

Borrowing his sunglasses at any time

Keeping him company when Lucifer hangs him upside down

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

Driving his car

Using his money

Calling him you first and cutest demon

Dressing in matching outfits even if they are bright pink

Levi

Joining him to any and all conventions

Making cosplays with him

Borrowing anything from his manga collection

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

Polishing his scales for him before parties!

Feeding him while he’s gaming

Letting you play any game you want on game nights together

Doing his makeup whenever you feel like it

Caring for Henry

Satan

Organizing his books

Sharing his tea collection with him

Baking cookies together from his favorite book series

Going to exclusive events as his partner

Using his influence to get you whatever you want

Spending late night reading time with him

Going on morning walks with him

Scrubbing his hair in the shower <3

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

Asmo

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

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

Borrowing anything you want in his closet

Using his Devilgram

Matching jewelry!

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

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

Him cooking cute recipes he found online for you

Being his personal model for new looks

Beel

Cooking for and with him

Stopping him from eating the ingredients while cooking

Picking out his change of clothes after the gym

Going on dates to new restaurants

Stealing his shirts to fashion into outfits or lounging around in

Piggy back rides!

Flexing his arms for you so you can touch them

Admiring his wings

Teaching you everything he knows about various Devildom dishes

Belphie

Sleepy kisses :)

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

Pillow shopping together

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

Sneaking off together at parties

Karaoke together since he knows how much you love his voice

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

Surprising you at RAD with random gifts of flowers

Making cupcakes together and ending in a flour war

— [ desperate sex ] mammon + gn!reader.

mdni. returning from the nb universe, mammon needs to show you how much he missed you.

requested by : @yourboysdemonsafterdark ♡

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“where the hell have you been?!” is a huffed, half pitched complaint that your brain barely registers before Mammon’s lips are on yours, too much saliva and hands gripping whatever inch of skin he can, tugging on your jacket and onto the depths of his messy room and even messier bed, “i was so..., i— fuck, you can’t just leave me like that”

you smile in the kiss, feeling Mammon’s desperation through his words and actions, gently yet eagerly pulling the shirt over his head, “sorry, i’ll explain everything later” you mumble a soft promise on his lips, “missed kissing the real you”

“huh, what does that me—?!” you don’t let him speak, feeling him go almost lax on your touch, hands tracing the contour of your body until they reach your bottoms, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a soft thud that gets muffled by your moans, the demon’s lips are now nibbling on your neck, all across the expanse of your chest while his hands get occupied caressing your sex, pulling delicious whines out of your puffy lips.

“i missed you” he mumbles against your chest, sliding a single finger into your hole as he grunts appreciatively, massaging your inner walls while sucking on your nipples, avoiding any word or sound from coming out of you that isn’t a moan. Mammon’s rock hard, you can feel him hot against your thigh, rhythmically jerking his hips, smearing precum all over the front of his underwear and your skin as it seeps through, “missed this” he groans, “yer letting me fuck ya, right?” and you nod, eagerly pulling on his underwear until the wet stick tip of his cock hits his lower belly.

“please” you beg and Mammon inhales deeply, comfortably kneeling between your thighs, it’s barely a second that passes when his fingers pull out and are replaced with his throbbing length, you’re aware of his attempts in going slow, taking his sweet time in feeling your warm tight walls stretch to fit him whole, savoring the sensation with a shudder that runs through his body, brain almost short-circuiting once his balls come to rest against your ass, drenching your insides with precum. his hands are quickly on your neck, pulling your chin up to claim your lips with his at the same time his thrusting starts, swallowing moans and pleas, hips jerking wildly as if fuelled by held back lust.

he’s not stopping soon and you know it, moans turning into whines as the demon fucks you though his own overstimulation, cock desperate to release his seed deep inside of you, twitching and spurting thick drops of precum that only help the slide, rapidly in and out your hole for what felt like hours. weeks, perhaps months of not tasting you, of not feeling you now shown on Mammon’s erratic pace, attempting to claim you inside and out.

so i. somewhat expanded my obey me pkmn AU

respite

pairing: Lucifer x gn!Reader

wordcount: ~0.8k

genre: fluff

cw: none!

summary: a serene evening with Lucifer

other notes: no name, Y/N or MC used // based on this drawing I commissioned from @stulili // AO3 // thanks again to @gravedwe11er for helping me so much with this fic!

“Come on now. Don't be shy,” Lucifer said, his hand stretched out towards you expectantly, a soft melody filling his bedroom. It was rather late in the evening and you had spent most of the day with him, taking advantage of the fact that he had taken a day off - for the first time in who knows how long; he was wearing those sweatpants you had gotten him once half as a joke, even if only in the privacy of his room.

“You know I can't dance and I don't want to step on you,” you rebuffed him, but he refused to be deterred by that.

“I am perfectly capable of leading you. Besides, I assure you that I can handle a few missteps here and there,” he pointed out while he watched you, his expression and posture relaxed. A satisfied smile tugged on the corners of his lips when you eventually relented, and he guided your palm up to press a kiss on your skin, causing your cheeks to heat up. He settled his free hand possessively on your waist, and you rested yours on his upper arm, keeping a small, yet comfortable distance. Both of your socked feet were moving silently, and your eyes were fixed on the wooden floor as you struggled to keep up and at the same time not step on him.

“My eyes are up here, dear,” he teased you after a few minutes of silence and slow movements - his were practiced and cadenced, yours were clumsy.

“Well, I don’t want to step on you”, you reiterated, feeling embarrassed by the obvious difference in skill between you and him.

“You won’t,” he reassured you softly, “at least try not to look down so much and relax, just exist in this moment and let go. You will do fine, I promise.”

You huffed quietly and kept staring at the ground, your brow furrowed with the effort of not misstepping. Without a warning, he snaked his arm around your waist until his palm came to rest on your lower back and he carefully, but assertively, pulled you closer to him. For a second, your already unpracticed steps faltered, though miraculously, you didn’t tread on his feet. Out of instinct, you wrapped an arm around his torso to steady yourself and he continued to guide you, unperturbed by your blunder.

“H-Hey!” You stammered. At that, he chuckled affectionately, thoroughly enjoying having caught you off guard. He nuzzled your hair with his nose, his breaths gently tickling the top of your head and you shuddered a little, goosebumps forming on your skin. Being pressed flush against Lucifer allowed you to feel the rise and fall of his chest, the familiar heat of his body seeping into you. With your ear resting right above his steadily beating heart, you finally let yourself relax a bit more and trust in him.

He led you a bit longer until gradually, he became slower, coming to a stop, and the two of you simply stood in the room, holding each other. Lucifer let go of your hand and cupped your cheek instead, tipping your face upward to meet his gaze.

“I love you,” he whispered into the small space between you, his garnet-red eyes brimming with warmth as he regarded you tenderly and you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach. No matter how many times you had heard these words from him, it still made your pulse race and your knees weak.

“And I love you,” you muttered in response, closing the remaining distance. When his warm lips met yours, he tightened his grip on you marginally, pressing you even closer as if he never wanted to let you go and you let him, melting into Lucifer’s all-encompassing embrace.

After a few moments you pulled away, needing to catch your breath, and he used the opportunity to press light kisses on the corner of your mouth, cheek and temple, making you giggle. He laughed faintly, placing his lips on your forehead, then he withdrew, taking your hands in his and kissing your knuckles as well. The flush on your face grew more pronounced and you sheepishly averted your gaze.

“Now, now, none of that,” he murmured, tilting your head back towards him with a delicate grasp on your jaw. “There you go, that’s better.”

Lucifer looked at you, his eyes crinkling as he smiled fondly, pecking your heated cheek once again before pulling you with him to his bed. Lying on the mattress, he tugged on your hand until you laid down next to him, and almost like it was second nature to him, he wrapped his arms around you to draw your body closer to his. You nestled your face into the crook of his neck, the skin cool against your blush.

He hummed contentedly, tucking your head underneath his chin while he held you securely, tangling his legs with yours; there was no way you could move away, even if you wanted to.

There was nowhere else you’d rather be.

Demon boys

fool's gold

nah i agree though. the way i would draw mammon and i in so many positions??? someone knew not to give me ANY artistic skills

ADULT CONTENT +18 ONLY

Yall are lucky I'm not an artist bc I would draw Luci spreading my pussy lips on the daily

we all know a guy who got cursed forever to sleep on a twin sized mattress in somebody’s attic or basement their whole life

Lucifer : Why is MC sitting on your shoulders?

Diavolo : They like to feel tall!

MC : *happy sheep noises*

They Share a Braincell

These himbos really love their pudding

lucifer you dramatic hoe , i don’t care if you named the group chat “brothers no more” , you and simeon will always be brothers to me

The boios with their bed hair 🫡🫡🫡🤭🦅

ohhh fuck off. someone learned my summoning ritual again. ill be right back

SINCE I DONT KNOW WHAT MICHAEL LOOKS LIKE THEN IM GONNA SAY HE LOOKS LIKE LUCIFER BUT WITH GINGER HAIR

my baby, my baby. you're my baby, say it to me

"is... is that my sweater?"

satan notes the lethargic way you look up from your book, watching heavy eyelids lead a slow blink. whatever dusty tome lies in your hands has clearly lured you halfway to dreamland-- and from the looks of it, your cozy attire and the crackle of the nearby fireplace didn't seem to help much, either.

"huh?"

"are you wearing my sweater?" he asks, softer this time.

you let your head fall down to your own chest. you stare at the familiar green sweater on your body for a few moments before lifting your head.

"huh?" you repeat, too tired to comprehend the question for a long moment. then, "... oh. yeah."

a warm chuckle rumbles in his chest as he comes closer. satan had been looking for his sweater all day-- left only in a black undershirt, because it was more about the principle of finding it than needing it-- but he had been wholly unaware he'd left it in your room earlier that day. he couldn't bring himself to regret it, though. you look quite cozy cuddled up on the library sofa like that, swaddled in a blanket and his scent, lost in some book like a vision from an old painting. how he wishes he'd been a little quieter entering the library-- maybe he could have snapped a photo of you like this for himself.

as your lover, satan knows he should probably escort you to bed for a proper rest. but a selfish part of him wants to bask in this scene longer, to let the storm that rages in him find solace at this little slice of heaven. it's odd for a demon to crave peace like this. you've domesticated him in that way-- like a feral cat off the street finding comfort in a stranger's apartment, you've lulled him into a sense of contentness he didn't think he'd find in this lifetime.

oh, what a wonder you are.

"do you mind a little company?"

you nod, sleepily, yawning through what was intended to be a verbal response, but satan's at your side before you make yourself try again. his hand finds your shoulder and coaxes you to sit up. with a little adjusting, he slides into the space behind you and urges you to lean back into his chest. his legs stay on either side of you-- it's warm, comforting, doing nothing to help you stay awake. but it doesn't seem like satan minds your drowsiness.

his eyes fall to the nearly discarded book in your hands. emerald eyes scan over the words. they're familiar, causing a curious itch in his brain that lingers for a few seconds before his epiphany.

"is this... that book i read last week?"

"mhmm. i wanted--" another yawn, "-- to understand what you were talking about, but... i got sleepy."

he understands now. his sweater on your warm body, the library couch, the low fire nearby-- you're indulging in a small taste of his world.

what did he do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?

"i can read it to you, if you'd like," he murmurs, low and quiet. if you wanted the full experience, he'd give it to you-- complete with a nap in his arms. it's selfish, though. he really just wants an excuse to admire you up close, to lose himself in thought about how much he truly, deeply adores you. sometimes the sensation is so overwhelming that it shows on his face in flushed cheeks and soft eyes-- and that is a little too embarrassing to be caught with by anyone, but especially by you.

when you snuggle into his chest, he begins to read from the top of the page where you left off. it doesn't take long for your breathing to even out, your body to grow still and heavy in his grasp. he slides the bookmark between old pages where you originally left off. satan predicts you'll forget most everything he read to you by the time you wake up.

his mind wanders to the soundtrack of your peaceful breathing. he's grateful for lazy days like this. being able to bask in your presence is a gift. to know that you yourself were creating a similar experience by hiding away in one of his favorite reading spots, well... he's lucky you're asleep, as the flush on his cheeks only grows hotter at the thought.

maybe he'll let you borrow his things more often.

🥰

The single mother of the House of Lamentation

Spot the difference

MC????😭😭😭😭😭

MC with Levi: awww i wanna pet the cute kitty

MC with Mammon: I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you on the floor in front of your horrified brother.

guys seriously levi's right there

Okay but seriously, who here thinks MC & Mammon have an exhibitionism kink? Because they've:

• this^

• Made out and moaned in the middle of a class during a test

• in a changing room

• in the actual literal sky with nothing stopping people from seeing them

• while zombies were banging on the door in an amusement park

• sex(?) in a movie theatre (that was rented out for them but still public)

• sex (?) in a pool (that was rented out for them but still public)