Lucifer X Mc - Tumblr Posts

MC: you’re like a creetur to me

lucifer: i don’t know what type of response you’re expecting but if you want a positive one wait until im drunk instead of doing fucking paperwork.

thinking about lucifer with a size kink (totally not me projecting) and getting turned on by a short/shorter mc. like when they have to stand on their toes to reach something on a shelf or when they climb the counters to look in a cabinet. or seeing how their feet don’t touch the ground when they sit in most chairs. or how big things look in their hands ahem. he just thinks it’s so cute that it makes heat blossom between his thighs.

he loves to pick them up and lug them over his shoulder to carry them to his room. he loves how small they look on his bed, how small they look underneath of him. he loves the way he towers over you, his size caging you in.

now i personally headcanon luci to be 6’4 (yum) and thinking about him standing next to my 5’4 ass. just standing there all menacingly and sexy,,, zoo wee mama

I'm taking you out (Lucifer)

MC hadn't noticed the empty seat at the table until they got up from dinner. Lucifer's plate sits untouched at the head of the table, the brothers carry on around it, ignoring the eldest's absence.

MC can't ignore the sharp tug at their chest. Diavolo was planning some kind of event, meaning Lucifer has been bending over backwards to make the prince's vision a reality, as usual.

MC's well aware that Lucifer always works long hours and occasionally skips lunch, but he so rarely skips dinner.

They haven't seen him at all that day, barely seen him at all the day before, making their decision a rather easy one to make.

"MC, where are you going?" Satan wondered as the human walked around the table, a loaded plate in their hand.

"Taking Lucifer his dinner"

"I'm not sure that's a g-and they're gone."

Shifting nervously in his seat, Levi glares at the door MC just exited. ''Shouldn't we stop them? Lucifer hates being interrupted.''

"It's MC, they make up for the lack of magic with otherworldly gumption." Satan declared, shrugging off the issue to carry on his dinner. "Besides, Lucifer won't hurt them."

"He'd better not."

MC tapped gently at Lucifer's bedroom door, hoping he'd at least retreated home from RAD.

"Not now."

"Unless you're hiding a full kitchen in there, you haven't eaten properly today, Lucifer." MC replied, unphased by his scathing tone. "I brought dinner."

"I don't have time for this, MC!"

"The sooner you open the door the sooner I leave you alone."

They heard him heave a sigh, can practically see the furrow between his brows through the door before it swings open, leaving them face to face with the glowering fallen angel.

MC's grown a thick skin to that glare by now, and smile up at him while holding out the plate.

"You are the most stubborn creature in any realm, living or dead."

"Why thank you, now eat."

Lucifer huffed and ignored their words as he spun on his heel, headed back to his desk. "I don't have time for this, MC. There are papers due tomorrow morning."

MC follows him in, kicking the door shut behind them and turning the key in the lock. "Can I help?"

"No."

"So, you won't let me help and you won't take the time to take care of yourself?"

"I'm no feeble human. A day's missed meals won't reduce my cognitive abilities."

MC took a long, appraising look at him, at the dark circles sagging under his eyes and the slouch to his usually proud shoulders.

"Only one day? Or six?"

Lucifer avoids their gaze as he drops back into his chair, knowing he's been caught. "Leave, MC."

"No. You'll eat, or I'll make you."

When he looked up, it was into the eyes of the human who mastered the 7 Lords of Hell, His Master.

No matter how much he dressed it up, how much MC let him have his way for his pride's sake, Lucifer surrendered himself to them with that pact. Sometimes, and only sometimes, MC has to remind him.

Lucifer relented and made room for the plate on his desk.

While he ate, MC went about putting on some music and lighting the fire, nipping out of the room to bring him some chamomile tea.

His heart stung, but his heart melted as MC nestled into his bed in their comfy clothes, making themselves at home on the massive mattress.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"Getting ready for bed. I'm taking you out tomorrow, by the way." MC grinned, sliding their DDD onto his nightstand. "I've already cleared it with Dia."

"That nickname isn't appropriate, and I don-"

As if on cue, his own DDD lit up with a message from the prince himself. Lucifer sighed, hearing MC's chuckle as he unlocked the device.

Enjoy your outing tomorrow, I can't think of anyone who deserves it more! I'll see you for our morning meeting the day after tomorrow. Good night, Lucifer.

"You, are a menace."

MC giggled innocently, pulling the covers over themselves. "You love me."

Lucifer pushes away from his desk, kicking off his shoes and discarding his tie as he rips the covers away from them, pressing himself over their defenceless body, relishing the way MC melted beneath with without resistence.

Eyes of liquid wonder gaze up at him adoringly as they slide their arms around his neck.

"You'd do well do remember who you belong too, little human." He growled, breath sending shivers down MC's spine as it tickled their ear, so close, and yet too far away. "Whose are you?"

"Yours." No hesitation, not a quiver of fear or doubt as their eyes beg him to come closer and finally lay his lips over theirs.

Lucifer doesn't care that MC's technically won, gotten him away from his work for the next 24 hours. He knows that he's just as much theirs as they are his, and loves it as he finally lets himself sink into their kiss, body aching to consume them whole until no astral form could tell where one ended and the other began.

Till the end of time

Characters: Lucifer, gn!Mc (lovers)

Notes: Reincarnation, Mc is turned to a demon, some mentions of death, being brought to life and blood. Short work.

Pt2 to All the time we have together

Here you are again darling, just as you were when I first met you. Brilliant and beautiful, just as you were when I lost you, though I am not blind to the bold differences.

Horns of black ichor twist and curl around your head, dark wings on your back, offering warmth to my weeping brothers.

They're all so glad you're back.

We all are.

I do not know how but it's best not to question it, at least for now, all I want is to hold you like I once did.

Maybe now I don't have to let you go.

I can cling to you for an eternity without the fear of you leaving me again.

Your skin is warm, your eyes shine with life, your lungs breathe once again, your lips gently caress mine as you pull me into the sweetest kiss.

I do not know why you're back.

Perhpas once, father did something right.

Perhaps it was the young prince who brought you back to us, filled your veins with blood once more.

I don't know the answer, but it doesn't matter as long as you stay here with me till the end of time.

@bizarrebankai asked:

husband!Lucifer would kiss your ring on your hand a lot and he'd kiss along your knuckles too 😔 like he'd just be sitting next to you or something and he'd look over at you on your phone and he'd see that shiny diamond flash and he'd grab your hand and kiss the finger and then your knuckles <3 and he'd just say stuff like, "My darling wife..." "The ring still looks so good on you..." raaudjffhskdbs

[ smutty follow-up because we can't be tamed ]

okay but like can we pleeeeease talk about sappy old man Luci for a sec?

➤ thinking about: Luci putting a ring on it

lucifer x gn!reader | sfw | tipsy wedding night fluff

he wants everything to be perfect for you, and your ring is no exception. he's not going to surprise you with a ring because he wants you to love the ring he slips onto your finger. he wants you to love it so much that you never want to take it off again. the devildom has master jewelcrafters he plans to consult later, but first he takes you to the human world so you can show him the styles you like or don't like. it's fascinating listening to you talk through your preferences. the things you wear are a reflection of you. in all the three realms, he's one of the lucky few that gets to understand why you like the things you do.

when he finally slips the ring onto your finger on your wedding day, you don't look shocked. you're not supposed to, because you designed it together. there are a few surprises he'll tell you about later, like the minor warding spells imbued into the precious stones, or the engraving etched into the inside of the band. the look on your face when you hold up your hand and admire the ring on your finger is nothing less than happy, loving contentment. he'll never forget this perfect moment.

after the wedding reception and far too much demonus, two of his brothers help you take him back to the house of lamentation. you changed out of your wedding attire before the party, but lucifer's still wearing his tux—or most of it, anyway. you're not sure where his bow tie is, and the buttons of his shirt collar are undone. his black-grey bangs are a little damp with sweat from feasting and drinking and dancing the night away together.

you shoo the others away and shake your head at your silly husband who sits on the edge of the bed and stares at you with the biggest grin on his face.

we're married.

yes we are.

how did I get so lucky?

his voice is so syrupy-sweet and you assume it's from the booze, but his bright ruby eyes shine with adoration like you're the most perfect, gorgeous thing he's ever seen.

you kneel at his feet to hide your own bashfulness and you slip the dress shoes off his feet. you pat his knee gently to let him know you're done, but he takes your hand and brings it to his mouth. he kisses your fingers, his half-lidded eyes lingering on the twinkling band of gems and metal around your finger.

mine, he murmurs happily, bringing your hand to his cheek and nuzzling into your palm with a sigh. his hand covers yours, and your own ring on his finger glints in the candlelight of his room.

yours.

I don't know how I feel about this smut right here, but I spent some time writing it so I might as well post it, right?

I'm really obsessed with all of their demon forms. I love the horns, the wings, the tails, everything. There is just something about them that I find soooo hot. Does this make me a monster fucker? I honestly don't know, someone please tell me. I feel like they're still mostly human-like, so I don't think it counts?

Anyway, the point here is that I wanted to write some scenes where it's the first time they have sex with MC in their demon form. I imagine that the demon parts are extra sensitive in this particular situation.

Again, I'm not sure this is very good, but here it is anyway lol. Just when I think I'm getting more confident about writing smut, I question it again. Ahhh the woes of being a writer.

Lucifer x GN!MC - NSFW MDNI

Note: MC's genitals are not described, once again I tried to keep it gender neutral. Established relationship, not the first time they're having sex, just the first time in demon form lol.

Warnings: demon form (obviously), penetrative sex (reader receiving), biting (but no blood)

Lucifer's bedroom was lit by the soft orange glow of candlelight, shadows playing against the walls, the air warm. You sat on the soft silk sheets of his bed, your clothes long discarded back by the door.

Lucifer himself sat on the edge of the bed with his back to you, waiting. You ran your hands up the muscles of his back, letting one go all the way into his hair, fingertips brushing against the gray edges.

"Show me," you said, your voice hushed.

Obediently, Lucifer shifted into demon form. You watched as the horns emerged and the two sets of wings unfurled before you.

You couldn't help sucking in a breath. You had never been this close to them before.

The black glossy feathers shimmered in the light, trembling slightly. You slowly traced your fingers downward, branching them out over the tops of his wings, feeling the bone structure beneath the feathers. Tenderly, carefully, you let your fingers run along the feathered edges, overcome by just how soft they were.

You let out a little sigh. "Stunning."

Lucifer twisted around to look at you and you saw the blush that was spreading across his cheeks. He frowned at you. "Are you quite finished, MC?"

You smiled. "Absolutely not."

He looked like he was about to protest, but he stopped when you knelt over him, straddling his lap. You ran your fingers along his horns next, delicately feeling out the pattern of the ridges. He sucked in a breath beneath you.

You looked down at him for a moment. His eyes were closed, the frown still in place, the blush as bright as ever.

You leaned forward just a little more and kissed one of his horns.

His hands grabbed your waist and he pulled you into him, pressing his face against your chest. You could feel him trembling against you. You saw the way his feathers shook slightly as his wings closed in around you.

And then you felt his lips on your chest, hot and heavy. "Please," he practically moaned against you.

You had anticipated that his horns and wings would be sensitive, but you had not expected him to react quite like this. It sent a thrill through you.

You took the entire tip of one of his horns into your mouth. He squeezed you and gasped lightly against your skin. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh.

You pulled away slightly, lips still pressed to the cool surface of his horn. "Please…?"

His hands couldn't stay still, gripping your hips one moment and running up your back the next. You could feel the tips of his feathers brushing your shoulders.

"You tease me at your peril," he said, his voice so low it was practically a growl.

You could tell he was getting impatient, that you were riling him up every time you touched his horns or brushed against his feathers. His entire body was tensed beneath you, like he was doing everything he could to keep himself restrained.

There were a lot of things you could have said then, but you decided your mouth was better used elsewhere. You pressed a line of kisses along his horn before leaning back just enough to set your lips upon the black diamond on his forehead.

It was as though you had pressed a switch by doing this. He lifted you off his lap so abruptly, you had to fling your arms around his shoulders to balance yourself.

Moments later, you found yourself sprawled back on the bed with Lucifer hovering above you, his wings still tucked around you slightly, creating a sort of canopy around you both.

Lucifer lowered himself on top of you, your bodies flush together, as he kissed down your neck. The heat flooded you, every single spot where your skin touched his felt like it was on fire. You sucked in a breath and reached up, gripping his horns in your hands because you just wanted to hold on and you couldn't resist touching them again.

Lucifer rumbled low in his throat, one of his hands running up and down your side, his mouth pausing on its way down your neck. "MC…"

You let your hands slide down his horns, to grip his face and make him look up at you. You shifted beneath him, opening your legs and wrapping them around him, locking your ankles behind his back.

You pulled his head forward just enough so you could kiss the black diamond on his forehead again. His hand squeezed your hip so hard it was almost painful and the sweet moan that fell from him made the desire already pooling in your stomach flare with heat.

"Lucifer," you whispered, your lips still pressed against him. You let go of his face, reaching up to brush your fingertips down the top set of wings, the edges of which were still tucked beneath your back.

Lucifer responded by sinking his cock into you, slowly and deliberately. Your body arched beneath him, setting free his pinned wings which fanned out in a glorious display of glossy black above you.

He was so beautiful like this, eyes half closed, cheeks covered in a blush of passion, wings spread, horns visible, the black diamond glistening slightly from the wetness of your kiss. He was already lost in your heat as he so softly moaned your name.

You both stayed that way for a brief moment, taking in the feel of each other. You, mesmerized by his demon form, him, overwhelmed by the love in your eyes.

Lucifer's first thrust was so slow it made you crazy, but you couldn't help letting out a little gasp at how good it felt. Your hands clutched at his shoulders just behind his wings, your fingers barely brushing their edges.

Your legs tightened around Lucifer as he increased his pace significantly and the way his cock felt inside you made you cry out, unable to hold your voice back. You couldn't even form words, only making incoherent noises between gasping breaths. Your heart was thudding fast, your body heating up, a layer of sweat forming at your back.

Lucifer was focused on you, his lips on the hollow of your throat, his teeth brushing lightly against your skin.

Your reactions only prompted him to go harder and faster, to bite down on your shoulder just enough to leave a mark, but not enough to draw blood. You felt the extra sharpness of his fangs. You reached up for his horns again, grasping them as he continued to thrust into you, hitting your sweetest spot every single time. You could feel the pleasure building up, so close, you were so close.

Lucifer leaned down even more, pressing himself against you and whispered in your ear, "You are mine."

Your hands slid down to hold his face again, pressing your forehead to his, holding on as your body jolted with every single thrust. You couldn't say anything back to him even if you wanted to, the sensations rolling through your body were too distracting. Even if you could, you would only agree with him.

You cried out his name as you came hard on his cock, squeezing him with every part of your body.

Lucifer growled, not at all slowing his pace, and you felt yourself careening toward over stimulation. It was so good, but you could barely think. All you managed to do was pull his head down again so you could put your mouth on his diamond one last time.

Lucifer moaned your name out low and heavy as he finally came inside you, the heat of his cum filling you up, his wings rustling around you as they shivered with the rest of him.

For a few moments, you didn't move at all, your chest heaving as you pulled in heavy breaths. You were still holding Lucifer's face and you smiled up at him before letting your hands run across his wings again.

Lucifer was flushed already, but you could still tell that he was blushing even more from the way you touched his feathers. You also knew he couldn't move away from you while your legs stayed locked around him. He was trapped there as you leaned forward again, kissing his head, kissing his horns, kissing the edge of the top set of his wings.

You soon learned that Lucifer would only put up with so much of these gentle touches before he decided to make you scream his name again.

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Belphegor followed you down the hall as you dragged your suitcase. It wasn’t very big, but it was still heavy and annoying to lug over the thick decorative carpets. Every time one came to an end, the luggage thudded loudly back onto the hardwood floor.

“You sure you have everything? You packed the pillow I gave you?” Belphegor sluggishly matched his pace to yours. Having long legs must be nice.

“Of course, I triple checked.” ”Good. That’s my fifth favorite pillow, so you have to come back and return it, ok?”

You nodded as the suitcase went over another bump. This was your third time going over this exact conversation.

It wasn’t just the youngest, all of the brothers were antsy about your little trip. It was written all over their faces as you arrived at the foyer where they were waiting. Satan and Asmodeus solemnly stood up from the steps they were sitting on. Mammon and Leviathan had a hard time looking at you, their eyes darted all over the walls and ceiling. Beelzebub offered to move your suitcase by the door.

Just one weekend away. That was it. Solomon volunteered to take you back to the human world for a bit. You couldn't let a rare trip home pass by, as who knew when the next opportunity would arise. You could eat some normal food for once and stock up on your favorite human things. Though, your housemates reacted like you were leaving for a year.

“Did you pack everything?” Lucifer asked.

“Of course, I triple checked.” Deja-vu.

“Even the lotion I gave you?” Asmodeus looked so worried. He loosely took hold of your forearm with a tear in his eye. “Don’t forget, the sun is awful this time of year. I’ll never forgive you if you come back looking like a lobster.”

“Asmo, I won’t.” You grinned at his silly concern and leaned in for a hug. Asmodeus did not disappoint.

Everyone else took a step forward, hoping for a hug of their own, as Asmodeus breathed into your ear, “I’ll be waiting.”

“You have my number. If anything goes wrong, call me.” Lucifer sounded so reliable as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

There were half a dozen chimes of “mine, too!” and “same here!”

You’d been away for longer trips. How in the world did these guys survive for so many millennia before you met them? You turned to look at Lucifer, wanting to counter that Devildom phones didn’t even work in the human world, but he probably knew that already.

"Don't talk to strangers," he reminded, "and don't go out alone at night. Some humans are worse than demons." He wrapped his arms around you and wished “safe travels.”

Mammon stepped up next. He forced himself to stare at you, haughtily playing off the sadness he was really feeling. His bottom lip jutted out a little more than usual. “Well! You’ll bring me back a good souvenir, right?”

“Oh? I don’t know, I might not have time…” It was playful banter, yet your words shocked him. Mammon’s eyes widened. He began stammering and gripped your fingers. You quickly performed damage control, “Joking! I’m joking, Mammon. Of course I’ll get you a souvenir.”

The younger siblings piped up, “us too!”

“I’m getting everyone souvenirs, don’t worry!” You already had a few gift ideas in mind.

Mammon put his forehead on your shoulder and a hand on your back that he rubbed. “But mine’ll be the best. I trust ya.”

“Don’t let Solomon give you any food he cooks,” Beelzebub warned. “Actually, don’t let Solomon give you any food. Ever.” He tried to give you a lumpy-looking cloth bag, no doubt filled with homemade treats to take with you. It smelled scrumptious. Only issue was, the bag was half your size.

“Beel, there’s food in the human world. I can’t take all this, why don’t you enjoy it with your brothers?”

Beelzebub frowned, setting aside his present. It tilted under the weight of its own contents. You felt a slight pang of guilt, but how could you carry it all? That much food could last you a week.

He picked you up for his hug, your toes dangling several inches off the floor until he gently set you back down. Belphegor caught you as you regained your footing.

His hug was simple and cozy. He tucked a strand of your hair behind an ear. “Don’t forget about my pillow.”

You suspected that if you ever actually tried to run away, these seven would go to the ends of the three realms to find you.

Satan nudged your luggage, observing the way it slided forward an inch. It was heavy to you, but clearly not them. “That’s really all you’re bringing? Do you have enough clothes?”

“Yes! You helped me pack!” The repetition was really starting to grate on you. Things were never this crazy when one of them had to leave the house for a few days. They wouldn't even care unless somebody went mysteriously unseen for over a week. “You all know I’ve got everything under control. I’ll be back in two days.”

“Hey, how come Satan got to help you pack?” Mammon complained.

“We did too,” Belphegor said, his twin in agreement.

“It was a group effort,” according to Asmodeus.

Mammon crossed his arms. "No way! You let these guys see your underwear?"

Satan ignored them. “Do you want another book for the road?”

“I’ll be fine.” You gave Satan his hug. After letting go, his fingers hovered by your side. “We’re teleporting there anyway. I don’t think there’ll be time to read anything.”

One suspiciously quiet demon in the back stared at the floor. “Two days,” he sighed. Leviathan did a poor job of hiding how upset he was.

“Levi, aren’t you going to say goodbye?”

“Yes!?” His head jerked up, met your gaze, and looked down again.

“I can’t leave until I get a full set of hugs from everyone,” you admitted. “I’m missing a very valuable part of the collection.”

Asmodeus and Mammon readily offered themselves for a second go. Leviathan’s cheeks flushed with envy and he grabbed you a little roughly, squishing his face into your shoulder. “You’ll take lots of pictures? A-and you won’t forget about us?”

You scoffed, “how could I forget about you? We’re bound together by a pact, aren’t we?” As for photos… you didn't know what would be interesting, but it couldn't hurt to take a bunch anyway.

Lucifer cleared his throat, signaling to Leviathan it was time to let go. "I miss you already," he muttered.

The seven of them followed you out of the house and down to the House of Lamentation’s front gate. It was like having a school of fish circling you. You could call it a miracle they weren't following you onto the main road, but if they went that far you knew they'd unreasonably demand Solomon take them along too.

“It’s just one weekend!” you reiterated. “Take care, you guys.”

They peered at you through the fence bars, waving when you glanced over. It was a sad sight, and possible attempt to make you come rushing back. If it was this bad already, you didn't want to think about how they'd act if you were going away for one week.

Incorrect quotes #340 Let the cow free

Kinda feel bad for belphie-Making it up to him

Mc, after the Brothers finds out about Belphie: Why is everyone so mad at Belphie? I think he’s cool

Luci: He tried to kill you

Mc, stabs Lucifer with a plastic spoon: I just tried to kill you,Do you hate me now?

Luci: My love I-

Mc: Discrimination

This is giving me so much brain rot it's unbelievable...

Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 1

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

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

Lucifer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh no she did not.

"But we're just so in love"

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

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

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

Finally, you opened your mouth.

"You don't say?"

But that wasn't your voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn, did he know how to distract you.

Mammon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except... well...

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

You just had some haters.

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

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

Mammon loved you.

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

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

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

Except you did.

And so did Mammon.

"Oi!"

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

"Delete that"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucky me, he wanted to say instead.

You understood him anyways.

Leviathan

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu sent you a message!

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

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

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

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

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

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: r u lone?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: did ur frend leef?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: shes a party pooper

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: didnt let u join the grp

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: :(

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: leviachsn?

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Oh, heeeeell no.

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

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

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: thx 4 sving me !!

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: we shld team more

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: were zo good 2gether

wEre Zo gOoD 2gETheR

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

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

"Call a fucking tech" you whispered to yourself.

"Henry?"

Fuck.

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

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

"Who's this girl?"

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

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

But why was she talking to him like that?

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

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

"Are you jealous, MC?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope you like it!

Beat the mf up, Catan!! (I've been single since the day I was born.)

Asmodeus: *playing with MC'S hair*

Beelzebub: *holding MC*

Belphie: *sleeping on top of MC's legs*

Mammon: *buying MC more blankets for their pile*

Leviathan: *putting in a funny movie for MC*

Lucifer: Why are you crowding MC so much?

Asmodeus: Their toxic ex tried to manipulate them into getting back together, and our dear human started to panic so we deemed this a necessary solution.

Lucifer: Then where is Satan?

Mammon: *grins* Hunting

Feel like that Hard to Kill, Easy to Fuck shirt perfectly summarises MC's entire situation

Incorrect quotes #2

Gender neutral reader 

Mc: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it Satan: Just rip the bandage off. Mc: It’s Lucifer  Satan : Put the bandage back on.

Incorrect quotes #6

gender neutral reader 

Lucifer: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

incorrect qutes #8

gender neutral reader

Lucifer : So, Levi is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. Mc: Why? Lucifer: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row. Levi, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

incorrect quotes #13

gender neutral reader 

Mc: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

incorrect quotes #23

gender neutral

Mc:Okay, truth or dare? Lucifer: Truth Mc: How many hours have you slept this week? Lucifer: Lucifer: ...Dare Mc: Go to bed. Lucifer: I don’t like this game.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I'm actually cooked...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Synopsis: Texting the Obey Me! Brothers that you're cooked on a test... But you're actually not.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Contains: gn!reader (though reader gets called bbg twice), fluff, humor

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Warnings: foul language, cringe? idk first obey me fic, cut me some slack lol.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: yippee my first obey me post!! <3

-ˏˋ⋆ Lucifer

-ˏˋ⋆ Mammon

-ˏˋ⋆ Leviathan

-ˏˋ⋆ Satan

-ˏˋ⋆ Asmodeus

-ˏˋ⋆ Beelzebub

-ˏˋ⋆ Belphegor

𓆩⚝𓆪 — thank you for reading!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — taglist (ask 2 be added); @nostalgic-muffins

𓆩⚝𓆪 — making an obey me masterlist soon! | masterlists

Sweet dreams ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

I was bored so I wrote a fic, just a bunch of fluff! A very short summary :You fall asleep whilst lucifer is working^^

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Lucifer’s room was filled with a deafening silence, perhaps the only sign of life in the room was the scratching of a fountain pen or an occasional flipping of paperwork along with various other documents that were engulfing lucifer’s desk . An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he gazed at the time shown on the clock, it was already 1 in the morning and he was still not done with half of the lot. Nonetheless he trudged on, a hand supporting his forehead as he wrote pages upon pages of paragraphs and signed numerous documents.

The time read 1:33AM on the clock. The avatar of pride was so engrossed in his duties that he didn’t even realise his door being gently pushed open by none other than you. Peeking your head in, you notice how intensely he is working and make an attempt to sneak away. Unfortunately, as soon as you were about to leave, he spotted you.

‘MC’ he began, his voice deep and laced with fatigue.

‘Is something the matter?’ He continued , looking up from his paperwork and taking his glasses off to polish the lenses

Your gaze sifts from him then to his work and figuring it would be best not to trouble him at such an hour, you consider making up some half-hearted excuse and leaving. Though looking at him once more and seeing his pale complexion and his eye bags ,which were like deep trenches, make you think otherwise.

‘Would you like me to help? You look , in the nicest way possible, extremely worn-out. How about a short break?’ You suggested

He shook his head at the proposal.

‘I’m afraid most of this needs to be done by tomorrow—or more accurately today’ he corrected himself , remembering the time on the clock.

‘Though your company would be appreciated’ he added. The eldest was awfully aware of the soothing effect you had on him, what a strange sensation it was in his heart.

And so, he motions for you to come in fully, telling you to sit in a chair—he doesn’t mind which.

Sitting down into one of the plush chairs the room faded into pin-drop silence once more. You scanned the interior of his room; bottles of aged demonus on shelves, paintings and records of various music genres lined up neatly. Your attention is caught by these records as an idea pops into your head.

‘Could I play one of these, perhaps it could help you relax or concentrate on work?’ You suggest, pointing at the rack

He cranes his head backwards and after a pause , he nodsand with a charming smile ‘that would be nice’ escapes from his lips.

So, you reach over and contort your position ever so slightly to reach his records. You flip through them, sirens songs, concertos and opera arias , until finally you find one titled ‘the lamia’s lullaby’. You proceed to take it out and begin to play it.

The melody echoing through the room is soft and gentle, alluring like a sirens song though with a tone sweeter than any of the angel’s cupcakes. Music dances through the air as your eyes begin to grow weary and your mind begins to drift to dreamland, a yawn emerging from you. Your head rests into the plush of the seat and your eyes flutter close.

Upon noticing you have fallen asleep, he chuckles. Pausing from his duties, he stands up and carries you onto his bed, bridal style, careful not to wake you. He places you down carefully onto the bed and positions you comfortably. After he tucks you in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as the music lulls you to sleep.

‘Sweet dreams’

Cuddling the Demons~

Let me know if you want the side characters!

feel free to request!

xoxo moon

Lucifer;

- will not ask to cuddle. Hell will freeze over before he fully sets his pride aside and admits that he misses your touch and wants to hold you

- if he really misses you, though, he will stop working early (and by early, I mean he won’t be working until 3 am) to come cuddle you

- most nights, you are already asleep by the time he finally crawls into bed

- you always try to stay up, but never manage to do so, and you may not see it, but he always smiles when he sees your sleeping form in his bed after he’s done working

Keep reading

flufffffffffffffff

With love, M.S.

Prompt: lucifer + secret admirer gn pronouns pls 🥺

Requested by: @kaboomkazuhabrainrot

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff

With love M.S, that's how the letter was signed. It was written on a small black paper with silver inked letters. It was just beautiful, in it was displayed a poem talking about your eyes and the way they shine when you stood under the moonlight. Attached to it was also a piece of dark chocolate, and an expensive-looking treat for your palate to enjoy.

You could only wonder about the author of this, surely this was meant for somebody else. But then, how did they manage to leave it in your room without you noticing? Maybe it was some sort of prank? A joke? The burning sensation in your cheeks made you wish it wasn´t, it would be lovely if someone were to like you romantically.

Whoever made it knew a lot about you, about your personality and your desires, about your passions and dreams. They had to be someone close to you, otherwise, you´d have to worry about someone stalking you and being a creep.

The author had to like you a lot, right? Or at least, care for you. Little did you know the culprit behind the note was no other than the mighty and distinguished firstborn, Lucifer. The avatar of pride was just so enamored he didn´t know what to do, he´d go speechless if you were to discover his secret. Little lovesick sighs would escape his lips once he was alone in his office, imagining if you were thinking about him too.

No one knew about his feelings for you, the human that was able to break his walls down (or so he thought, I´ll explain later). Not even Diavolo, who would always whine and complain wanting to know his right-hand man´s secret crush. How did Dia know Lucifer had a crush? Easy, Barbatos mentioned that the firstborn had been acting odd ever since you made a pact with him (The butler heard a mouthful of curses from Lucifer after almost spilling the truth).

It was amusing to see Lucifer write his secret letters for you. He'd always use black paper, a red envelope, and silver ink: Elegant, it truly matched his essence. Sometimes, if he was feeling bold, he´d add a flower bouquet or a small piece of jewelry for you to wear. It gave him a nice ego boost to see you wear his gifts, even if you didn´t know he was the sender.

However, he couldn't let you know about his feelings just yet; not when he still had so much to say and learn from you. Rejection was something he feared and the demon had to be sure you felt the same way before confessing. To be anonymous was the only way for him to tell you about it, he thought about many ways to sign his letters: A capital L was his first idea, but it could get mistaken with Leviathan; he then thought about his pact mark, but that´d be far too easy for you to decipher.

He needed something harder to decode...something that was his but that would be a challenge for you to discover; Morning Star, M.S.

His letters would always arrive in the morning, although they'd sometimes appear at night. You'd often find yourself waking up with a red envelope by your side, resting on your nightstand. Every letter had little things Lucifer liked about you: Your smile, your voice, your talents, the way you'd make him smile even when stressed.

Everything about you was a mystery he wanted to savor slowly and that you clearly were enjoying too since you seemed more than happy to be part of his admiration and love for you.

You were his muse and oh, how he loved his muse.