NotoriousRat

What is this domestic violence lmao 😭 It went 0 to 100 real quick- MC can be hella crazy when she’s jealous~

You gasp. He hums, diamond on his finger catching the light and so cold when it presses against your neck, right over the thundering pulse. Keeps you quiet, keeps you compliant as he finalises business deals. The three-legged crow group's emblem on the wall stands out, majority stakeholder being the man whose talking to business partners while you hump his leg.

"Please." You whisper under your breath, and he ignores it. The rings are cold against the heat of his fingers as he shoves them in your mouth. Keep quiet, the message is clear. Your tongue swirls around the digits as he makes you hump him, cock hard in his pants. Cotton fills in your ears, everything incomprehensible except the fingers in your mouth and the burning in your core. He pulls them out with a pop, string of saliva which connects both before breaking. Diamond wet with your spit.

Though the attempt at being quiet is futile given the audience is right here. You turn your head to look; meeting his intense gaze. 

Diavolo's hand rests on your ass as he speaks again. 

"What do you say, Lucifer?

Note: I repeat: All of them are pathetic in this. These ain't healthy, don't romanticize this. They are all assholes (: Also, I wrote this with an adoptive father dying in mind. So it's more of self-indulgence. You can interpret it as whoever you want though.

Characters included here: Lucifer, Leviathan / Solomon, Simeon..

Lucifer - He’s outwardly composed, but inside he’s seething with helplessness. He hates seeing you so fragile, so untethered, and he hates that there’s nothing to fix. His tendencies manifest as control. He controls your meals, your space, who you're with, your sleep schedule. Because if he can control your environment, then maybe he can contain and pacify your pain. If you panic, he’ll hold you by the shoulders a bit too firmly. He doesn't mean to hurt you. Doesn't want to. But his fear of losing his grip over the situation gets the best (worst?-) out of him. He doesn't realize how rough his hold is until he sees the faint marks afterwards. He will isolate you "for your own good". The thought of anyone else interfering with how he's handling your grief makes him feel something almost close to nausea. He will quietly resent your father's death for taking you from him emotionally. He might never admit it but in the quietest and darkest corners of his thoughts, he feels jealous of a dead man for still holding your heart.

Leviathan - His first instinct is to withdraw. He’s paralyzed by the intensity of your grief — emotions that raw make him uncomfortable because he doesn’t know how to handle his own. But the moment he realizes you’ve shut down, he becomes terrified you’ll fade away entirely. He starts bringing you into his space, trying to distract you with things he knows — anime, games — but there’s an edge to it. “You can’t leave me, okay? Just stay here. We’ll watch something together.” He is subtle but suffocating — he won’t let you out of his sight for long, and he’ll convince himself you need his presence. If you mention your father, he’ll get jealous — not of the loss itself, but of the depth of love you had for someone else. Levi doesn’t understand how to share you with a memory.

Solomon - Solomon is dangerous because he understands grief too well — he’s lived through countless losses. He recognizes the pattern: the panic, the collapse, the hollowing silence afterward. But instead of comforting you as a peer, he starts to shape you through it. He’ll sit beside you during a breakdown, his tone calm but detached: “I know. I’ve been there. It doesn’t fade, but you learn to wear it differently.” He sounds soothing, but it’s clinical — like he’s already preparing you to be another piece in his long, immortal story. His edge lies in his intellectual intimacy. He’ll keep you close because you make him feel alive again. Your fragility awakens something he thought he’d buried centuries ago. When you dissociate, he’ll touch your face with unnerving tenderness and murmur, “Stay here, love. Don’t drift. You’ll get lost in places you can’t return from.”

He’s not jealous of your father, but he’s quietly possessive over the space your grief has opened — it’s an emotional void, and he wants to fill it. In time, his fixation becomes control disguised as mentorship. He’ll teach you how to “manage pain” in ways that bind you to him — spells, pacts, rituals — all acts that make you increasingly dependent on his presence and knowledge. His calmness makes it the most insidious of all — you’d never realize how deeply he’s woven himself into your healing until you try to step back, and realize you can’t.

⟢ content warnings nsfw, sub! reader, masturbation, dirty talk. lowercase intended. minors do not interact.

reupload from my old account ☻

archive of our own

“mmh… luci…”

Lucifer: He may seem non-chalant and is probably too busy to check— but he does. Quite often, to be frank. He’d never admit it unless it’s to you. He opens your social media account to see what you’ve been up to at least once a day. Even more often when you’re back in the human world. He’d rather call you, though.

Mammon: 100%. Constantly checking your account to see if you had updated or posted anything. He wants to be the first to know, obviously. But he’s so obsessed with you he can’t help but check. He checks your account more frequently when you’re back in the human world, though. He absolutely hates the fact that he has to wait his turn before being able to call you. (Probably your no.1 stalker).

Leviathan: I mean… I guess this one’s obvious! He is chronically online, but there is a chance he may be TOO locked in on a certain game that he may forget to check. But honesty, he’s the type to always respond to your stories/post on devilgram (in DMs of course).

Satan: Maybe time to time. He is most likely busy reading books but even so, he still checks when he’s free. However, if you’re in the human world, you’re all he can think of. Would check more frequently if you’re not in the devildom because he misses you so much to the point he can’t focus on his books.

Asmodeus: He’s literally the devilgram diva. 100% would check to see what you’re up to. Also is most likely to comment under every single one of your posts, spam like your stories/post, and reply to every single thing in your DMs (and even publicly so people know you’re his).

Beelzebub: Probably not as often but will check when he misses you. He’d rather text and call you though to see how you’ve been doing and what you’re up to while in the human world. But if you’re in the devildom, he’d rather just be there beside you.

Belphegor: Probably the least likely to check because he’s busy sleeping and dreaming about you. However, he does check when he’s misses you and you’re not picking up his calls nor responding to his texts.

Diavolo: Is physically unable to check often due to Barbatos breathing down his neck about work, but has the urge to constantly do so. He really wants to know what you’re up to, and what fun things you might be doing without him. He can only secretly check, which is not so often because Barbatos is watching…

Barbatos: Most likely does not check too often. To be honest, he probably already knows what you’re doing and what you’re up to (for whatever reason). Also, most likely too busy taking care of the young master to be on his phone.

Simeon: Nope. He wants to, but does not know how to. Sure, he could ask for help but who would want to admit to stalking their crush?? (He probably doesn’t mind, though).

Solomon: Actually, I think this guy would 100% stalk your devilgram without leaving a trace. Nobody knows he’s even online. Anyway, he just loves to see what his adorable apprentice is up to and in what ways can he magically teleport to you to catch you off guard? Maybe he misses you a bit too much.

Lucifer

-He clocks what youre doing in 0.2 seconds but pretends he doesnt. He just quietly moves behind you like “oh? How interesting”

-Gives the person one warning glance that says “back up before i end up feeding you to cerberus”

-The moment youre alone he pins you to the nearest surface and murmurs “Now… let me remind you who you were trying to provoke”

-his brothers end up complaining that you two were way too loud last night (;

Mammon

-Instant meltdown. Full “WHY ARE YA TALKIN’ TO THEM LIKE THAT?!” energy XD

-Gets clingier than ever. His hand on your waist, arm around your shoulders, introducing himself aggressively like “ Im THE great Mammon, yeah? Betcha already knew that”

-Sulks for hours but melts the moment you reassure him hes your #1 demon. Ignore the blush and how hes avoiding eyecontact.

-Ends up kissing you like hes claiming territory, all needy and possessive.

-Will find that guy who you tried to flirt with, his crows will be getting a good meal soon.

Leviathan

-Panics and internally spirals like hes losing the one (1) normie he actually likes.

-Starts comparing himself to the person like a depressed anime side character. ”Of course you’d like a normie who’s actually worht your attention…not a yucky otaku like me”

-Will straight up whine “Are you doing this on purpose?! Its super effective, okay? Im jealous, you win…so please stop this mc”

-Later drags you to his room and proves he can be bold when pushed. Lets not forget hes the grand admiral of the hells navy.

Satan

-Smiles… but its the “Im suppressing murder” smile, one that you really dont like seeing especially in public.

-Casually inserts himself into the convo with perfect confidence, proving hes the superior option without even trying. Just make sure its not lucifer who youre fake flirting with, or blood will be shed.

-Once youre alone he pulls you close and murmurs “If you wanted my attention kitten, you didnt have to flirt with that asshole”

-once alone in his room, he kisses you slow and deep, making sure you feel every ounce of the pent up tension you caused. Oh, and dont think you’ll be getting any sleep tonight (;

Asmodeus

-Gasps dramatically like you’ve personally offended the concept of beauty.

-Gets EXTRA touchy and flirty with you, basically staking his claim without looking insecure.

-Later asks sweetly “Sooo, were you doing that to get my attention? Because it worked~”

-Immediately presses his body against yours, hand on your lower back, lips ghosting your ear. That man lowkey gets turned on when youre flirting with other demons.

Beelzebub

-Doesnt get jealous easily but when he does hs whole vibe shifts into a quiet and prrotective, watching you like a hawk.

-Steps between you and the person without even realizing it while giving.big “mine” energy scaring away whoever you were flirting with.

-When you explain it was intentional he just goes “…oh.” and blushes hard, hes lowkey confused why you’d feel the need to do that.

-he’ll look at you with sad puppy eyes, holding you by the waist as he mutters quietly ”am i not giving you enough attention? I dont want you to feel like you have to go get it from other demons”

-nice, you just made him feel like hes neglected your needs.

-1000 aura, shame on you…

Belpehoe

-Instantly annoyed with you. Side eyes the poor victim like hes deciding whether its worth getting up to kill them. Be thankful hes not repeating lesson 16

-Slings his arm around your neck with a lazy little smirk pulling you close to him.

-Whispers in your ear later “If you wanted me jealous, congratulations. Now dont do it again or we’ll have problems”

-drags you back to the attic and Proceeds to kiss and mark you just enough that everyone knows exactly who you belong to.

-after that he’ll whine and act like a brat whilee complaining how tired he is from moving so much.

Diavolo

-At first he just laughs. Hes genuinely entertained that you think you can make the future king jealous, as if he hasnt trained his whole life to control his feelings

--But when it actually gets under his skin, His tone drops and he steps closer with a large hand resting at your lower back protectively. “I think thats enough teasing for today, Mc. Dont you think so?”

-once Alone, he kisses you with that overwhelming intoxicating warmth. Its so intense without being domineerin like a king who doesnt need to prove himself but enjoys showing how much you affect him. And trust me, you’ll be feeling how much you affect him

Barbatos

-Barbatos doesnt show jealousy outwardly because his selfcontrol is unmatche. but his presence sharpens and He stands a little closer to you.

-In a quiet perfectly polite voice he says “Thats enough for now” not to you but to the person you were flirting with.

-When youre alone he cradles your face gently kissing you with deliberate slow precision. Its not possessive its a reminder that he doesnt need to compete, because there is no better option for you than him.

Solomon

-He notices instantly but pretends he doesnt just to watch you squirm at his lack of reaction.

-Then he slips an arm around your waist casually before whispering “If you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask… you didnt need an audience…”

--When youre alone his kisses are teasing, playful and infuriatingly confident. hes reminding you hes far harder to provoke than the others, as long as you arent flirting with one of the brothers.

-youre getting edged for hours tonight thanks to your little trick.

Simeon

-Simeon doesnt like feeling jealousy but when he realizes youre purposely stirring it within him? He goes quiet first observing you with that soft unreadable smile, it makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

-He steps closer his voice low but warm “Youre teasing me… arent you?” Not angry just aching with feeling hes not supposed to have as an angel

This is quite fast paced but i didn’t want to make it too long as I don’t know how to do the ‘read more’ tool on my phone!

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Picking up the baby monitor, MC left the lounge as she began pottering around her kitchen. She probably had about an hour before her newborn daughter would awake again so - despite being exhausted - MC tried her best to get as much cleaning done as possible.

However, a knock at the door stopped that from happening.

Surprised, MC made her way back through the bungalow; wondering who on earth could be outside. After all, she wasn’t expecting anyone and can’t remember ordering anything online lately.

Passing her sleeping daughter, she left the lounge before walking into the entranceway; baby monitor strapped to her belt. Gripping the handle, she pulled the door open before widening her eyes at the guest on the other side.

“FINALLY!” Mammon exclaimed dramatically, “what took ya so long?!”

“Oh my god...” MC mumbled quietly, horrified to see 6 out of 7 brothers in front of her.

All colour drained from her face as 6 pair of expectant eyes fell on her own.

“Is everything alright?” Satan asked concerned, noticing her change of expression.

“I er...” she spoke quietly, shutting the door behind her as she squeezed onto the step outside her house. “What are you guys doing here?”

As absolutely elated as she was to be reunited with the brothers, she only wished that they’d warned her of their arrival. That way she may have been able to prepare herself for admitting the huge secret sleeping inside the house.

“We’ve come to see you of course!” Asmo grinned excitedly while the other brothers smiled.

“Where...where’s Lucifer?” MC practically whispered, glancing over their shoulders to see if he was nearby.

“Ah he’s just parkin’ the car. We couldn’t be bothered to wait for him, apparently ya can’t just park on the curb in your realm?!” Mammon stated in disbelief.

“You’re not supposed to do that in Devildom either?” Levi questioned, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh my...” MC breathed again, completely ignoring their rambling as she took deep breaths.

“What’s wrong?” Beel asked as his face saddened. “I thought you’d like us surprising you.”

“I do, believe me.” She nodded, “but I just wished you’d have warned me.”

“Why?” Belphie questioned.

As if on cue, her daughter awoke from her nap and soon tiny cries echoed through the monitor. The noise completely startled MC; she hadn’t anticipated her baby to wake so soon but perhaps she heard Mammon’s loud voice.

“MC I think your phone’s ringing.” Levi pointed out.

“That’s not a phone, ya dingbat!” Mammon spoke up, “it’s a cat.”

“Are you both complete imbeciles?” Satan shook his head, “it’s clearly a baby, can you not see the monitor?”

“Ooh, a baby!” Asmo gushed, rushing into the house.

Panicking, MC quickly chased after him, followed by the other brothers.

Walking into the lounge, as soon as he laid eyes on the tiny bundle of joy, Asmo’s face lit up. “Oh my goodness, she’s adorable!” He cooed, leaning over the cot.

“Whose baby is it?” Satan asked bewildered, joining them all in the lounge.

MC remained silent as they all turned to face her.

“Wait...that’s your baby?!” Asmo questioned amazed.

“Yes.” MC nodded reluctantly.

“What?! Ya never told us ya were married!” Mammon cried.

“I’m not married, Mammon.” MC shook her head with a sigh.

“How old is she?” Satan asked quietly, beginning to grow suspicious of just how long they hadn’t seen MC for.

He could see that she was growing more and more uncomfortable.

“Two months.” She answered truthfully.

“Then who is the Father?” He asked gobsmacked.

The other brothers were left quiet as they admired the cute baby, clueless about Satan’s realisation.

MC furrowed her eyebrows as she felt the fourth eldest’s stare on her. But then, before she could say anything, footsteps approached the house.

“I cannot believe you all just ran off like that, it was completely irresponsible.” Lucifer moaned as he entered the house, “it was my idea to come here in the first place! The least you could do is be respectful and not disappear at the first chance.”

Satan never took his eyes off MC as he observed the panic that fell across her face. His lips parted as her expression answered his question.

“Lucifer’s the Father?!” He questioned in disbelief.

“WHAT?!” Mammon spun around, followed by the other brothers.

“Shh!” MC quickly hushed them, “you can’t tell him - he doesn’t know.”

“Well I don’t know how you plan to hide her...” Satan worried, glancing over at the baby as the door handle turned to the lounge.

Entering the room, Lucifer stopped in his tracks as he was met with 7 shocked faces. “What’s going on?” He asked suspiciously before his attention immediately turned to the baby. Everybody noticed the way his eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed after being met with the infant.

“Well, I think that’s my cue to leave.” Asmo broke the silence as he escaped the room.

“Me too.” Beel nodded, following his footsteps.

One by one, the brothers all left the room swiftly until it was just Lucifer, MC and Satan. Bewildered by everybody’s behaviour, the eldest brother turned his attention back to the human. Given how the brothers had reacted to his appearance and the fact that there was an unexplained baby in the room, Lucifer immediately knew something was up.

“What’s happening, MC?” He asked seriously.

Shooting her a sympathetic look, Satan left the room too.

“Lucifer we need to talk.” MC spoke quickly.

“I imagine we do.” He nodded, “after all, I have just arrived at your home unexpectedly to find you less than pleased to see me, my brothers being unusually silent and a newborn baby sat in the room.”

MC was taken aback by his words. She hadn’t anticipated jumping straight to the point. Suddenly she felt completely overwhelmed as Lucifer already pieced together what was happened. Taking a deep sigh, she flopped onto the sofa beside the cot as she gently pushed her hand through the rails to stroke her wriggling baby’s head.

Watching her every move, Lucifer studied MC carefully. By this point his heart was riddled with anxiety. All he wanted to do was come and finally see MC and tell her how he misses her so.

How he loves her so.

And now? Now it’d seem there was something more important to say.

“Who is this?” He asked quietly, stepping toward the cot as he towered over it.

Waiting for MC to answer, he glanced down at the baby.

“My daughter...” she whispered.

Studying the dark hairs and the small red glint in the baby’s eyes, Lucifer turned his head to the human.

“Your daughter?” He questioned seriously.

Parting her lips, MC gawped at him as her chest tightened.

“I think you mean our daughter.” He corrected her.

Despite his usual cold exterior, MC could hear the hurt in his voice. Guilt filled her entire body as she was left in silence.

Shaking his head, Lucifer narrowed his eyes as he crouched in front of the cot to get a better look of the baby.

“How could you not tell me?” He asked venomously. “How could you keep this from me?!”

“I’m sorry.” MC quickly apologised.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, MC.” He quickly interjected, “I have spent every day stuck in hell thinking about you; wondering if you thought about me, wondering if you still loved me! And all this time you were hiding this?”

Although he may have sounded angry, MC knew deep down it was only his despair. It wasn’t like Lucifer to show so much emotion.

Standing up, he strode over until he was standing in front of her. “Why did you hide her, MC?” He asked seriously, “did you not think I was deserving to hear the news of our child?”

Turning her focus to him, MC’s face fell. “Your pledge.” She whispered.

Lucifer’s heart sunk at her words. He felt an indescribable sense of betrayal in his heart as MC used the one thing he couldn’t change about himself, as the excuse for hiding their baby from him.

Unable to utter any words, Lucifer turned away. Taking a few steps toward the window, he placed a hand on his chest as his mind raced. Whatever pride he had when he entered MC’s house that morning had now completely vanished.

Watching him anxious from across the room, MC felt a huge pang of sadness.

“Her name is Lillith.” She spoke softly.

MC’s words were a cold thrust of insult to his heart.

“That’s rather inappropriate, wouldn’t you say?” Lucifer asked defensively, watching his brothers who were stood awkwardly in the garden through the window. “I mean the reason you chose not to tell me about her was because of my pledge to Diavolo and the only reason that exists was to save Lillith’s life.”

“I wanted to tell you.” MC informed him, “but...I’ve seen what your pledge has done to you, Lucifer. I didn’t think...I didn’t think you’d want this. Your life belongs to Diavolo—“

“That’s not for you to decide.” He shook his head. “I may have made a pledge to Diavolo but that doesn’t mean I have given him my life. You and that baby could have been the thing that made me feel like I had something to live for again. But you chose to keep it from me.”

“Lucifer, please.” MC begged, standing up from her seat on the sofa. “I was completely clueless and irrational...and scared! I know you and I were practically together while I was in your realm but I didn’t think this would be something you’d want. You’re always so busy and have little time as it is for your family...I just didn’t want you to feel any more pressure.”

“Well you’re wrong.” He spoke quietly, “this is everything I could want.”

“I’m so sorry.” MC repeated.

Lucifer nodded but didn’t say anything else. He was too busy contemplating the huge revelation he’d just discovered so unexpectedly.

The room grew silent and minutes began to pass.

“Can I hold her?” He asked quietly.

“Of course.” MC whispered, moving away before returning with their daughter.

Incredibly cautiously, Lucifer turned his attention toward their daughter. As he stared at this baby he’d only known for all of ten minutes, he felt an unfamiliar wave of emotions flood through his body.

Though he’d been alive for centuries, seeing the tiny life he’d created in front of him made him feel like he’d been reborn. Only this time he didn’t feel like he’d been born as a monster; he’d become something so much better than a fallen angel.

He was a Father.

Shifting his body, he held out his arms as MC slowly passed the baby over. Carefully holding her in his arms, Lillith looked so small against his torso. Lucifer never blinked as he stared into the eyes of his daughter.

He was in complete awe of everything she did. From the tiny little wriggle of her arms to the way she had his looks and yet still resembled her mother to him.

Glancing up at MC, his face finally softened. She gazed at him worried, feeling awful for everything she’d done.

“I’ll accept your apology.” He informed her, “providing you both come home with me.”

Nodding her head, MC let out a deep sigh of relief. Her whole heart suddenly felt like it was at ease as she quickly stepped closer to Lucifer; carefully hugging his side as he held their daughter.

Content filled his heart as he was surrounded by the warmth of his new family. Lucifer hadn’t felt such love in centuries and even now, it was still a completely new kind of love; one that he’d never felt before. He let out a shaky breath as he tilted his body to rest his cheek on MC’s head.

I’ve done HCs like these before but not for all of the characters - I thought I’d do an updated version with everybody☺️

Lucifer:

Lucifer effectively never refers to MC by her name ever again, he either calls her ‘my love’ or ‘my dear’

He sets Friday nights aside to take MC out for dinner no matter how much paperwork he has left at the end of the week

Lucifer always unconsciously makes MC a cup of coffee in the morning when he’s getting his

He’s not the sort to hold MC’s hand while at RAD, but when they walk together he does subtly place his hand on her lower back

Often their more intimate moments involve laying in front of the fireplace together, sipping glasses of wine as they discuss and joke over their day

Lucifer helps MC with her every goal and when she succeeds, he is always the first to congratulate her. After all, having MC as his partner is what he is most proud of

If he catches MC sassing one of the brothers, he’ll smirk and boast “That’s my girl.”

Sometimes if he’s feeling stressed, he’ll ask MC if she’ll keep him company by sitting in his lap while he works

Mammon:

He’s an absolute sucker for MC calling him ‘babe’ and tells her off if she refers to him as anything else

Mammon’s 100% the little spoon (but don’t you dare ever tell anybody else that)

Expect random booty slaps throughout the day whenever Mammon is near

He loves showing off MC - if they’re at RAD together, he’ll always have his arm around her; nonchalantly planting kisses on her head every now and again when they’re talking to someone

Mammon tells his brothers off if he thinks they’re spending too much time with his human

“What are you doin’ over there?! Come give me some sugar!” He pouts at least 20 times a day

Mammon never grows tired of seeing MC’s body. Every time she undresses for bed, he gawps at her - practically drooling - just like it’s the first time he’s ever seen her

He often randomly buys MC cards and will write little notes inside with his scrawny handwriting simply stating how much he loves and appreciates her (he’s very soft when it comes to MC)

Levi:

If MC is doing something that Levi deems as ‘adorable’, he will immediately pull out his D.D.D and photograph/film her so if he’s ever feeling down he can go through his album and just gaze at her in awe

When he’s talking to Henry 2.0, he refers to MC as the fish’s ‘mum’ and him as ‘dad’ (but don’t tell MC that he ever said that)

He loves to show off that MC is his girlfriend whenever he’s gaming. If he gets insulted over his headset, he’ll reply with ‘yeah? Well I have a girlfriend who’s super hot! Beat that!’

Movie marathons are a must

Levi loves taking MC to the beach and having her straddle him while he wades through the sea (a bit like Baloo and Mowgli)

When he’s gaming, Levi lets MC style his hair. Considering how long it is, the human is very intrigued by what it’d look like pushed back

He gets incredibly excited if MC gets dressed up for something and practically implodes: “that’s my girlfriend!!”

Satan:

Satan is 100% husband material. MC needs help studying? He’s there. MC needs help with cooking dinner? He’s there. MC is feeling stressed and wants a massage? He’s already offered before she can ask.

He’s quite a tease too and will wait until the worst time to show this side of him. MC and Satan could be at the palace having a really formal dinner when he will start whispering in MC’s ear, telling her all of things he’d love to do to her later that evening

MC’s name is now ‘darling’

Satan’s favourite part of the day is when he and MC are sat in bed each night, both reading a book

He loves to hold MC in his arms with her head on his chest whenever they fall asleep

He always makes the bed while MC’s in the bathroom so she doesn’t have to

When he’s on dinner duty, Satan purposefully cooks his and MC’s dinner first so that they can have it alone with a candle lit

Asmo:

Refers to MC as ‘sweetie’

He’s always surprising MC with little gifts - if he’s out shopping and sees something he thinks she’d like he immediately buys it

He helps relieve MC of any stress - if he senses she’s had a bad day he’ll pull out the nail varnish and give her a full on pamper while she moans about whatever is bothering her

His Devilgram is full of candid photos of MC

You can bet he’s super affectionate toward MC - there will never be a day that goes past where she doesnt wake up with a kiss from him

They’re the fiercest couple at RAD - they’re effectively the Devildom equivalent to Posh and Becks

They also go on really cute dates, whether it be little mini breaks, a simple coffee date at a nearby cafe, a day at the beach or beauty salon etc

Beel:

Movie nights with everybody always consist of MC falling asleep in Beel’s lap and then him carrying her up to bed

He’s always calling MC ‘cute’ no matter what she’s doing. She could be having a full on go at him for eating her dinner and he’d just smile at her while thinking ‘could she be anymore adorable?’

Lots and lots of piggy backs

Beel loves hugging MC, he always does that thing where he wraps his jacket around her so he trap the human with his love

Always invites MC to his sports game and whenever she goes, he manages to perform that little bit better to usual

He always offers MC his jacket if she ever gets cold

Everyone dubs them the ‘cutest couple at RAD’ because they’re always holding hands and have the biggest smiles on their faces whenever they’re together

Often they spend their evenings in the kitchen cooking/baking which results in a food fight and eventually sex on the kitchen counter

MC always wears Beel’s top to bed and it makes him so happy to see her in it

Belphie:

He gives MC all of the comfy pillows in their bed - after all he doesn’t need them anymore because his favourite thing to fall asleep on is his human

He’s always coming to MC’s defence. If a lesser demon ever does so much as scowl at her, he immediately puts himself between the two. Nobody is ever going to hurt his human

Belphie wants to learn everything about MC including the things she likes. And if that means he has to sit through hours and hours of a TV show to do that then he’ll commit to it!

He’s always genuinely interested in how MC’s day went and whenever they reunite at the house, he always asks how she is and will listen for however long to what she has to say

He hides food in the fridge for MC “I bought this cake earlier and have hidden it from Beel so that you could have the first slice”

Belphie always wants cuddles from MC - he has to have his head on her chest

He’s also not ashamed of how much he likes to snuggle his human, even if his brothers do tease him for it

Diavolo:

Diavolo is always going above and beyond for MC and acts like she’s already his Queen

He loves taking her on little walks around the castle grounds; telling her all about his ancestors

If Diavolo has to get up early for whatever reason and leave the palace, he’ll always leave a single rose on the bedside table next to MC so she doesn’t wake up feeling forgotten about

He puts MC before his duty - if any nobles ever dare speak ill of his relationship, he immediately dismisses them from their role

Always compliments MC, expressing how ‘positively radiant’ she looks with a huge grin on his face

He loves making MC wear his crown and sit on his throne, in fact he finds it quite the turn on seeing her in a position of power (that’s not the only position he likes seeing her in)

His favourite part of the day is when he gets to return home and see MC in her element doing whatever (studying, drawing etc) looking like the absolute beauty she is

Diavolo always accidentally lets it slip that he wants to have a future with MC - they’d just be talking about something random and then he’d come out with “well I like to think that when our children grow up...” before quickly blushing, realising what he’d said

Barbatos:

He invites MC to the castle a lot to keep him company when he’s serving Diavolo

He’s always surprising MC and leaving her feeling flustered - he could have a completely serious look on his face while he’s doing something for Diavolo but will then turn and whisper to MC “perhaps when I finish this paperwork, I can do you on this desk too” before walking away

Barbatos is always showing off to MC by taking her to different realms and dimensions. Having dinner at a fancy restaurant is too mainstream for him - you want to see France during the Renaissance? Sure, he’ll take you there!

He takes good care of MC and will often sense something is off with her before she even knows. This demon has a different tea for everything

Barbatos loves cooking all of these elaborate dishes only for MC to try and you can bet he’s already memorised all of her favourite meals from the human realm and has perfected them

In fact, some of the very rare moments where he grins is when he and MC are baking together

Even if he’s the one who’s had an incredibly long day, he’ll still run a relaxing bath for MC with candles and salts

Simeon:

Even if MC wakes up and looks like she’s been dragged through a bush backwards, Simeon never fails to compliment her surreal beauty

He calls MC ‘sweetheart’ all the time

Simeon always gets up early so that he can make MC breakfast in bed as it’s the most important meal of the day!

They always bath together

He and MC often go for walks in the park and will bring Luke along if he’s feeling lonely and wants to spend time with his parents

Simeon is incredibly intimate and passionate in their relationship. There’s no such thing as a ‘casual’ kiss with this angel - he never fails to caress MC’s cheek and gaze into her eyes before laying one on her

He always offers to carry MC’s bags while they’re walking through RAD and will effectively treat her like a goddess - opening every door for her, pulling out her chair etc

Simeon’s always gushing to Lucifer about his relationship with MC

Solomon:

MC and Solomon are such a chaotic couple

To show his love for her, he will quote vines (*insert ‘I love you bitch, I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitch’ vine here*)

He is not afraid to show off his love for MC. She could be walking through the corridor at RAD and when he spots her, Solomon will shout ‘DAYUM MY GIRL IS FINE’

Solomon is always making MC laugh. He’s not one for being traditional when it comes to compliments - he’d definitely hit her up with “I would drag my balls through lava just to hear you fart down a walkie talkie”

He’s quite a show off too - the demons are all jealous that MC loves him and not them so he always gushes about his human

If he ever takes an unflattering photo of MC, he immediately turns her into a meme much to his amusement

OOOOH okay okay, obviously this is my opinion, but i’m willing to hear anyone who wants to argue out. 🙂‍↕️

roughest

XAVIER is the roughest in my opinion. mostly because i find him to be the most dominant of them all (as i’ve mentioned before) but also the most eager. he doesn’t mean to be rough, it’s just that he wants you so so bad </3 he can’t help but manhandle you in bend you to his liking. he’s the type to be kissing and praising you like he loves you but fucking you like he hates you.

CALEB, like xavier, is also just very eager. all he wants is to be consumed by you and i can really see him getting so pussy drunk that he forgets to handle you with care. he won’t necessarily throw you around, but his hands are gripping you so tight like he might die if he lets go. i also think all those years he spent yearning for you is part of the reason he can get so rough </3 (aftercare is heavenly though and he always apologizes for getting too carried away)

RAFAYEL is third. and this is mainly because i think when he’s being dominant, he can have a bit of a mean streak. he’ll tease and tease and tease and then fuck you till you’re dumb on his cock. but i don’t necessarily think he’s rough with you in the sense that he’s manhandling you but more rough with his teasing and mind break.

ZAYNE isn’t always a brat tamer. i fully believe in soft dom zayne who is checking in on you and treating you gently. i think zayne can lose a bit of control when he’s had a rough day or is just really pent up and that’s when he can be a bit rougher in bed, but most days he’s taking his time with you and making sure everything is comfortable for you. (but like watch out for him youre being a brat)

SYLUS was put on earth to please you and treat you like a princess. as big as sylus is, he is so so so gentle and will only ever be rough if it’s something YOU want. treats you like a doll because that’s what you are and the last thing he wants to do is hurt you or do anything to make sex unpleasant <3333 he is quite literally the biggest pleasure dom ever.

Sylus just loved to treat you like a princess.

He couldn’t help it. Not really. You were just so sweet and soft that all he wanted to do was make you happy.

“Feel good?” His nose nearly bumps yours from how close his face is to you as his cock pounds into your pussy. You’re gasping, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“S-so good!” You choke out, managing to pry your eyes open to look at him. He melts just a little under your gaze, his lips brushing yours. You lean in, chasing the contact. Of course he indulges you, kissing you deeply.

"Yeah? Doing so good for me." The praise makes you clench around him, which sends a jump through his heart. You're so gorgeous like this, spread out beneath him, relaxed onto plush, expensive pillows. Sylus is half convinced you're an angel.

"Sy I'm-I'm so close..." You whine, hips lifting to meet his. He holds himself on one forearm, freeing a hand to slip in between your bodies and circle your clit. Your nails dig into his back, scratching lines he can't wait to admire.

When you cum, you moan his name so sweetly he instantly cums as well. Usually he can hold out a bit longer, but it's hard to hold back when you're squirming against him, legs hooked around his waist. He manages to pull himself up enough to look at you, heart pounding when you blink up at him with a coy smile.

"Can we go again?"

Mammon x (fem)reader

You let out a long sigh and plop down onto the couch. Aside from the usual ghoulish creaks and whispers, the whole House of Lamentation is quiet around you.

It’s Friday night and all seven brothers are inexplicably busy, leaving you here alone. Even Levi is out waiting in line for some exclusive merch release.

Your evening was supposed to be spent with Asmodeus at a hot new club’s opening night event.

You could practically hear his words replaying in your mind, begging you to go with him. “Please, please, please! Think of how spectacular we’ll look together on the dance floor! You-Know-Who will be there!~”

Of course at the last minute, Asmo met some beautiful stranger and simply had to spend the evening with them.

You told Asmo it was okay, and you meant it.

After everything you two had been through together, it would take WAY more than this to damage your friendship.

He apologized anyway with about two hundred kisses on your cheeks, and assured you lovingly that you could still come along even if you weren’t there as his “date”.

You declined, hid your disappointment, and claimed to want an evening alone anyway. The truth was you couldn’t stand the idea of showing up alone and watching Mammon there with his date.

You thought you had orchestrated the plan perfectly. You’d show up as Asmo’s arm candy, looking stunning, having a ball, ever-so-casually showing Mammon what he was missing.

The outfit you curated is perfectly provocative- sheer black fabric hugging your curves with cutouts strategically placed. You splurged on a pair of fresh new shoes - shiny and black with the sharpest, deadliest looking heel you could find. Asmo helped you pick everything out, so you know it’s up to the Devildom’s highest fashion standards. Even your hair and makeup came out flawless.

Now here you are - gorgeous, alone, and bored out of your mind. Your master plan fell flat.

You stare at the fireplace for a moment before going to the kitchen and pouring yourself a glass of wine. The first sip is just bitter enough to make your lips pucker.

You meander back into the living room, your heels clacking softly against the marble floor as you connect your phone to the speaker to play some music.

It’s rare to get the whole house to yourself, so you decide to make the most of it. You turn up the volume and play your favorite (slightly embarrassing) playlist on repeat. You sing along absentmindedly as you walk around the living room, admiring all of the treasures and trinkets the brothers have accumulated over the millennia. Before you know it, your glass is empty. You head to the kitchen and refill it.

On the way back, you decide to do a little digging through the closets in the grand entrance hall. The first one you open is filled with stacks of old paintings, each wrapped in dusty velvet. Your gut says they seem distinctly cursed, so you close it and quickly move on to the next closet.

The heavy door creaks open to reveal a collection of old formalwear, each piece more ancient than the last. You peruse, your nosiness getting the better of you.

You’ve never seen the boys wear any of this.

Your hand freezes on one of the hangers. In the midst of all the decrepit menswear is a gorgeous blood-red evening gown.

It looks like it’s been hidden away for a few lifetimes, so there’s no way it was intended to be yours. You wonder with a nostalgic sadness if it had belonged to Lilith.

For a moment of hesitation, you’re almost afraid to touch it. The weightless fabric is paved with what seem to be real ruby buttons running from the middle of the bodice and curving down until they meet a deep slit up the side.

It looks like it’s made for Devildom royalty. You can’t help but imagine how it’d feel to walk the halls of Diavolo’s castle in something like this.

It looks like it would fit you…

You bite your lip and run the fabric through your fingers. It’s so soft and light, it feels almost like nothing at all. You glance around the empty entrance hall and decide you’ve got to try it on.

You take a quick breath then slide your little black dress down over your heels, kicking it a few feet away onto the floor. You duck slightly into the closet and hold your arm over your bare chest as you slip the gown from its hanger. Even with no one home, being in the middle of the house in underwear and heels makes you feel insanely exposed.

You rush to undo the buttons and carefully step in to the dress, lifting it up to cover your chest. You relax a bit and realize you’d been holding your breath.

You let out a sigh and slip the delicate straps over your shoulders. Reaching down to start fastening the buttons at your thigh, you freeze.

You watch in horror as the ruby buttons fasten themselves one by one. In seconds, the dress is cinched tight and hugging you perfectly. It’s like it was made for you, just waiting in that closet for an opportunity to hold you.

You try to undo the top button, but it won’t budge. Your shaking fingers pry at few more, but fail each time. You’re halfway to hyperventilating when you hear the front door click unlocked and start to open.

You scramble back into the living room, out of sight for now.

Panic and confusion crash through you.

You hadn’t expected anyone to be home for hours at least. Lucifer must have finished his work at Diavolo’s early.

You think of the closet door you left open and your dress lying on the floor. There’s no way he won’t notice the mess you made.

Your face gets hot and your mind runs wild as you desperately try to think of a way out of this situation.

You lie down on the couch and pull a blanket over yourself, making sure the dress is hidden, then close your eyes and try to slow your breathing down. If you look like you’re asleep, maybe he’ll just leave you undisturbed to rest…

Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to maintain a convincingly serene appearance.

His footsteps enter the living room.

A pause…

You hear him turn the volume down on the speaker, and take a few steps closer to you.

Forcing your breath to stay slow and deep, you repeat over and over again in your mind ‘I’m asleep, I’m asleep…’.

You hear a rough whisper.

“Oi, human…Wake up.”

You know that voice. Your eyes snap open to see him crouched down looking at you.

“Mammon!?”

In one swift motion you sit up and throw the blanket off. He jumps back startled and knocks into the coffee table, catching himself before he completely loses his balance.

“Shit!” He clearly thought you were passed out.

“What the hell, Mammon! I thought you were Lucifer!”

“Sorry to disappoint you.” He straightens up, regaining his composure. You see his eyebrows raise as he takes in the sight of you in the dress.

Your heart skips a beat as you watch his eyes linger just a moment too long on your hips before he catches himself and quickly looks away.

“Nice pajamas.” He scoffs. “I found this. It’s yours, right?” He throws your discarded black dress at you.

“Yeah… thanks.” You fold the dress then hold it in your lap, wishing you had never taken it off.

“So…” He slides his hands into his pockets. “Find what ya were snoopin’ for in the closet?” He looks down his nose at you with a satisfied smirk.

You furrow your brows in embarrassment and wonder why you even like him. He knows how to annoy you better than anyone.

“I was just looking around.” You reply sternly, glaring up at him. “What are you doing here? Your date stand you up?”

“Yeah, actually.” He admits flatly.

You immediately feel like an asshole.

“Oh…I’m sorry, I didn’t…” You pause. Taking one look at him, you realize you’re probably more upset about your comment than he is. Your mind returns to the problem of the dress.

“Um, would you… happen to know anything about this dress? Was it Lilith’s?” Your voice is low and quiet. It feels wrong to say her name in anything other than a whisper.

Mammon glances sideways at you, his eyes quickly moving up and down your glittering form.

“Lilith’s? No, she…wouldn’t have worn somethin’ like that. It’s probably Asmo’s.”

He looks away from you toward the fire place.

You groan. Who knows what sort of spell could be woven into this thing if it belongs to Asmodeus.

“I’m just going to go talk to him quick, hang on…” You walk into the hall and try calling Asmo.

No answer. You try again.

You see your forgotten wine glass and take a big swig while you wait for him to pick up. Still no answer. You sigh.

You go into the kitchen and set your glass down by the sink, telling yourself not to panic.

You notice Mammon leaning in the doorway. “Hey, let’s go somewhere. Get your clothes back on and we’ll go out.”

You stare at him for a moment, calculating.

“Oh… I don’t think so, Mams.” You look down at your feet.

“What, ya’d rather stay home and drink alone than go out with The Great Mammon? I don’t believe ya. Come on, hurry up. I know just where we should go.”

Your heart aches. All this time he’s never made a pass at you, and now is when he’s finally talking like he wants to take you on a date?

“No, it’s not that. I WANT to go with you, I just-“

“I knew it. Let’s go. Where’s that other dress ya had on…”

“Mammon, I can’t get this dress off.”

He turns around to look at you, his eyes dropping down to the dress, then back up to your face. “Is the zipper stuck or somethin’?”

“There’s no zipper, just these buttons… they like, snapped shut on their own when I put it on. I think it’s cursed. It won’t let me take it off…”

You look up at him with sad eyes as you explain, ashamed of the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“I tried calling Asmo but he must be busy with his date because he’s not answering me.”

He looks at you for a moment with wide eyes, then pulls his phone out of his pocket. He types something and puts it up to his ear.

“I’ll call Thirteen. She’s at the club too.”

You start to ask why he didn’t just stay at the club with them, but before you can finish your question, Thirteen answers. You hear Mammon’s side of the conversation.

“Hey, is Asmo still there? Yeah, could you put him on?”

A pause.

“Asmo. Do ya… What…? No I don’t miss ya that much, shut the fuck up for a second. Do ya know anythin’ about a cursed dress being in one of the old closets at the house?”

A pause. You can hear Asmo excitedly saying something.

“Y-yeah, it’s red… yeah.” Mammon sounds scared. Your heart sinks.

“No! Stay there…Dammit, no.”

Your heart clenches. If Asmo wants to come home, something is definitely up. Mammon looks at you and his cheeks go pink. He turns away visibly flustered.

“No, she didn’t try to put it on yet. We were just wonderin’. Yeah. Later.”

He hangs up and slides the phone into his back pocket.

“What did he say? Why did you lie to him?”

Your voice comes out more frantic than you expect, surprising you. You take a breath. Mammon just stands facing away, his palms flat on the kitchen counter.

“Mams…?”

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, then slowly turns to face you. You can’t read his expression.

“He said it’s gonna be fine.” His voice is calm. He doesn’t seem scared, just stiff.

You look into his eyes. “Did he know how to get it off?”

He drags his hands down his face in frustration, letting them rest at his chin. He looks wide-eyed at the floor for a moment.

Finally he speaks. “Yes.”

“Okay, well are you gonna tell me how?” You’re getting impatient and not bothering to hide it.

He puts his hands out in front of him as if he’s trying to physically hold your curiosity back. He speaks carefully and slowly.

“I said it’s gonna be fine.” He pauses and looks into your eyes with a serious expression on his face. “Will ya just trust me?”

You scrunch your face in disbelief.

You open your mouth to argue but his pleading expression stops you. You sigh and take a moment to actually consider his question.

Can you trust him?

You think back over your time in the Devildom, remembering the day he was tasked with looking after you.

He complained about it and even threatened to eat you, but it was obvious he took the responsibility seriously. He wouldn’t shut up about being ‘in charge’ of you.

You glance at his hands and remember the night a lower demon attacked you while you were all at the carnival. Mammon was the one you ran to for help when you broke free. He had nearly beaten the guy to death by the time Lucifer pulled him away.

He stayed at your side the rest of the night, even sleeping on the floor next to your bed. He reached up and held your hand while you fell asleep. You’ve been regretting not pulling him up into bed with you ever since.

You look down into your glass, thinking of the time you spilled your coffee all over the passenger seat of his Demonio.

You’d expected him to pull over and throw you out onto the street or worse, but he didn’t. All he did was give you his hoodie to tie around your hips and cover the stain on your pants.

You look into his eyes and a chill breaks down your spine. You wish you could forget the sight of Mammon crying, holding what was left of you on that night when Belphie-

You give a small nod. “I’ll trust you.”

“Good. Wait here.” He abruptly leaves the kitchen and heads upstairs.

“Huh…?” You watch him go, fighting the urge to chase after him and demand answers.

You sigh impatiently and stay put. You told him you’d trust him, and though you’re already regretting it, you’re no liar.

While you stand there, you try again to undo the buttons, but they don’t even come close to cooperating. You scoff at them and finish your wine.

A few minutes later you hear Mammon’s quick footsteps come down the stairs, and when he prowls around the corner into the kitchen he’s wearing a sleek black button up and steel grey pants. He’s got a matching suit jacket thrown over one shoulder.

Your heart skips a beat.

You watch him fasten his cuffs but leave the top three buttons of the shirt open, letting the dark skin of his neck and collarbones peek out.

He catches you looking and gives you a wolfish smirk. He slips on the jacket and holds his hand out to you.

“If we can’t get ya out of that dress yet, I’ll just have to take ya somewhere extra special tonight. C’mon.”

The second you take his hand, he whisks you away. Escaping out onto the street, he releases you from his grip and walks quietly beside you.

He rests his hands in his pants pockets and sighs. It’s a clear night, and the streets are alive with groups of demons enjoying themselves.

You see your reflection in the shop windows. You’re surprised. The dress actually doesn’t look out of place with Mammon by your side in that suit. You look like you stepped out of a magazine together.

He stays quiet, keeping close but not looking your way. You hook your arm through his and softly ask “Where are we going?”You feel him tense up for a moment at your touch.

“Ristorante Six.”

Your mouth drops open. “But that place is so expen-“

“Nah.” He cuts you off before you can finish. “Don’t worry about any of that shit tonight.”

You look over at him, torn between feeling special and feeling alarmed. What did Asmo say that made him suddenly want to spoil you?

You walk arm in arm without talking all the way to the restaurant. You thank him as he opens the door for you. He’d be the perfect gentleman if he could just look you in the eyes.

As you walk up to the table, Mammon pulls your chair out for you. “Order anything ya like, human. Tonight’s on me.”

You pick up your menu, reminding yourself that you agreed to trust him.

After about five attempts to read and retain any of the specials, you slam your menu down. You NEED answers.

“Mammon, am I gonna die?”

He coughs on his water, then looks up at you with his eyebrows raised. “Wh-what?”

“Is this dress going to kill me?” You repeat. It sounds less like a question and more like a statement. He still looks bewildered, so you continue. “You’re taking me to this fancy place, you won’t tell me what Asmo said, and…you won’t even look at me.”

At the last part, his eyes meet yours with a sad and guilty expression. He holds his face in his hands for a moment and sighs. The candlelight flickers on his gold rings.

“I’m screwin’ this all up, aren’t I? You’re not dyin’. Okay? So quit worryin’ about that.”

He looks at you as he speaks. It’s what you wanted, but now that you’ve got it you feel like you’re in a spotlight.

You push for more answers.

“Okay. I’m choosing to believe you. Will you tell me what Asmo said?” You ask carefully and delicately. He gives you a sympathetic look.

“The dress is cursed. You were right. It’s not gonna hurt ya, I swear. It might just… take a while before we can get it off.” He slides your menu back toward you. “I wanted to take ya out tonight anyway, and I knew this would be the only place you’d feel comfortable in that thing. So figure out what ya wanna eat.” He leans back and turns his attention to the cocktail menu.

You relent and start thinking of what you want.

The waiter arrives and breaks the tension. You both order your food and drinks. After you hand him the menus, he walks away leaving you in an awkward silence.

You blurt out “You got a date after all.”

“Huh?”

You shrug your bare shoulders at him. “Your date bailed on you earlier, but look around. This seems like a date to me. You got a date after all.” Your stomach does a backflip as realize you may not be on the same page about this. You immediately miss the awkward silence.

“Oh, yeah… guess I did.” He looks at you as if he just lost a really intense train of thought. He rests his cheek on his fist. “It’s a good thing, too. What kinda loser sits home alone on a Friday night, am I right?” He smiles at you, clearly teasing you for your previous evening plans.

“Hey, I was supposed to be out! Blame Asmo.” You giggle and take a sip of your wine. It’s better than the stuff back at the House of Lamentation, but you’ll never tell Lucifer.

He leans back in his chair. “I guess both our dates bailed on us tonight, huh?”

You realize there was a misunderstanding.

“N-no, Asmo and I weren’t… we’re just friends. It wasn’t like that.” You shake your head and smile at him. “I’m not with anyone right now, actually.”

“Oh, gotcha…” His voice is low. He goes back to looking at everything in the room except for you.

Your food arrives looking absolutely amazing. You take a big bite, eager for something to do to relieve some of the pressure of the conversation. Instantly, your mouth feels like it’s full of battery acid.

“Mmm?!” You yelp and quickly spit it out into a cloth napkin. Mammon watches you with an amused look on his face as you down your water.

“Ya good?” He chuckles.

You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you try not to cough and make a scene. You let out a distressed laugh and quietly choke out “What…the fuck is this?”

“It said it was spicy on the menu, genius. It had ‘Inferno’ in the name.”

“I didn’t think it meant it literally! Everything down here has names like that!”

He laughs at you shamelessly but slides his water toward you without you having to ask for it. Your lips are bright red and you’ve started trying to fan your eyes with your hands so your makeup doesn’t run. You check to see if anyone around has noticed. Thankfully it seems they haven’t.

You look to Mammon and flash a painful grin. “It’s really good. Wanna try?”

He laughs at you again. “I’ve had that before, thanks. There’s no way you’re gonna be able to eat that. You’ll die.” He looks around for the waiter for a moment, then back at your plates. “Here.” He switches them, giving you his food instead. “Ya should be able to survive this one.”

You bow your head in playful gratitude. “My hero.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m great. Ya owe me one.” He waves his hand as if he’s brushing it off.

“I think I owe you more than one. I didn’t mean to be such an expensive date.” You look up at him through your lashes. You feel a little guilty even if you ARE loving the special treatment.

“Pff, this is nothing for The Great Mammon. Besides…” He hesitates, running his thumb along the rim of his glass. “Some cursed rag isn’t gonna stop me from spoilin’ my favorite human.” His eyes trace your curves under the thin red fabric. “…Even if she does look ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?! Nice try, Mams.” You don’t believe he actually thinks that for one second. Silently provoking him, you take a deep breath and lean forward to give him an even better look at you.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Fine, even if she looks…ridiculously hot. That better? Ya happy now, ya brat?”

Your heart skips a beat.

You pull it together and make a show of pursing your lips thoughtfully before granting your approval.

“Yes, I think I am happy now.” You lean back in your chair and raise your chin pridefully.

He groans. “You’re the worst y’know that? I’m over here tryin’ to be a gentleman.”

You hesitate a moment, biting your lip. “Maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman.”

He goes still, only his eyes moving up to meet yours. He’s sizing you up. A wave of electricity rolls through you and you feel something start to beg deep in your core. Someone drops a tray of drinks behind the bar. Neither of you flinch.

You slide your hand an inch closer to him on the table, daring him to touch you. He takes the bait without hesitation, reaching over and holding it. You watch him gently trace up and down the slopes of your knuckles. He slides his hand over your wrist and grips your skin with his fingertips.

“You sure about that?” He whispers.

You take a deep breath. “Yes.”

Your eyes meet and something unspoken is clearly understood.

“C’mon then, we’re leavin’.” He takes his wallet out to pay your bill.

Your phone buzzes.

It’s Asmo responding to you. You read his text, ignoring the dozen heart emojis.

“Heyyyyy doll! PROMISE you won’t put that dress on until I’m back home, kay? I want to be the first to play!”

Mammon stiffly sits up. “Who’s that?”

You glance up at Mammon but don’t answer his question. You type reply to Asmo.

“Play..? What do you mean?”

Mammon leans forward nervously trying to get a look at your screen. “Is that Asmo?”

Your phone buzzes again. Asmo replied.

“Didn’t Mammon explain it? That dress has a special little charm on it! The buttons can only be undone by the person you desire most~!”

You read the message twice. Slowly you look up at Mammon.

Blinking a few times, you finally see what he’s doing with you here. You turn the phone and show him the text.

His face falls. “Okay, it’s not…”

You get up from your chair and walk out of the restaurant.

“Shit…”He leaves money on the table and follows.

You’re out in the dark half a block down the sidewalk when he catches up to you. You don’t stop walking.

“Will ya wait just a second?”

You don’t say anything.

He grabs your wrist, pulling you to face him. “Hey, please.” He looks genuinely desperate to explain.

You stare into his eyes and try to find the words. “This whole fucking thing was just…what, your date rejects you so you try to win this little game for an ego boost or something?” The buttons on the dress shine blood red under the streetlights, glaring up at you.

“No! No it was not. I wasn’t-“

“I knew you were being too generous. I’m not your plan B fuck, Mammon.”

He’s stunned. You use the opportunity to pull free from his grip and walk as quickly as you can to the House of Lamentation. You almost trip when one of your shoes gets caught between two cobblestones.

“Ugh!” You kick them off and leave them behind, starting to run. The sidewalk hurts your feet but you don’t slow down or look back. Soon you’re back home and heading straight up the stairs. Mammon isn’t far behind you. You slip into your room and slam the door. A moment later you hear him knock softly.

“Will ya please open up? It’s not like that.”

“Go away, Mammon.”

You hear him curse under his breath, then silence. You stand in the middle of the room wanting to scream. You rip at the front of the dress as hard as you can until your muscles and fingertips burn. Nothing happens. You’re stuck.

Giving up, you crawl into bed. You force your eyes closed but your mind doesn’t stop racing.

Your phone buzzes. It’s a text from Thirteen.

“Is Mammon with you?”

You reply “I guess, why?”

A minute or two later she replies.

“Tell him to ANSWER HIS FUCKING PHONE. He asked where you were, called Asmo a dumbass, then got up and walked out. I had to PAY HIS TAB! He didn’t even apologize or say a word to the girl he was with when he left! It was so fucked up. Tell him I stole her. Taking her home rn. He snoozes he loses. ;)”

You sit up in your bed for a moment trying to wrap your head around Thirteen’s text. You creep to your door and slowly open it a crack. The hallway is too dark to see anything. You open it wider to find Mammon sitting on the floor looking defeated. He’s got your shoes and his jacket in a pile next to him.

“Can I please explain?”

You nod.

He takes a deep breath.

“I came here to see if ya were okay, that’s all. I thought Asmo dumped ya and I figured you’d be here alone and heartbroken. I wasn’t gonna try anything, I swear. But then you’d gotten yourself stuck in that fuckin’ dress…”

He buries his face in his hands and shakes his head. “If Asmo knew you’d already put it on, he would’ve made a big fuckin’ thing of it and brought everyone to try takin’ it off of ya.”

He gets up and takes a step toward you, absolutely desperate. “I would’ve never tried to push it, but then it seemed like we both wanted to, and…” He trails off.

“And?” You stare at him, holding your breath.

“And… if anyone’s gonna get you outta that thing it’s gonna be me. Please, just let me try before you go askin’ anyone else. Please.”

His palms hover over your hips, waiting for permission. You grab his wrist and bring his hand up your chest to the top of the dress.

His fingertip barely brushes against the first button and it comes undone.

He stares down at the little ruby like it’s telling him everything he wants to hear.

You don’t wait. You press your lips to his, and a rumbling growl vibrates from his throat. Without warning, he grabs the top of the dress with both hands. His fingertips curl against your chest beneath the fabric and with one jolting motion, he rips the entire line of buttons open, sending them flying. You gasp, hearing them clatter to the floor. The dress slides down your thighs to rest at your ankles, the charm defeated.

obey me -- ft. lucifer, satan, solomon

kinktober 2025 -- master list

content -- Aphrodisiacs, afab!reader, unprotected sex, implied that Lucifer is the only one affected, pet names (sweetheart, love, etc.), brief cockwarming

♥︎ —lucifer

Lucifer was going to kill Leviathan later, and furthermore, he was going to suspend his younger brother’s access to Akuzan. He’d never understand Levi’s fascination with buying utterly ridiculous and or useless things for it was such a waste of money. After all, it was Levi’s odd spending habits that had the eldest brother in his current unfortunate predicament.

“Seven hells—“ Lucifer swears under his breath.

"You'll get sunburnt if you go that long without sunscreen."

He scolds, then his rough hands are over your face, rubbing spf 50 into your cheeks, smoothening over the bones there. You can only see his golden eyes on you, more intense than any sunset along with the fragrance of berry in the product.

His fingers smoothen it down to the depression in your clavicle, and when he grabs the back of your neck to rub the lotion properly and hold you steady you have to hold back a whine. Because the band of his rings are cold against your heated skin, and also because his fingertips so easily encircle the bobbing column of your throat.

Diavolo can feel you swallow as he rubs the last bits of the sunscreen into your skin.

"That's my girl." He says, and you can pretend your skin is flushed because of the massaging and not because you're flustered by his touch.

You have to remind yourself that you are half his age.

"I have a suggestion. How about we share the bed." ✒️❤️

kinktober day 4 - hate sex + keeping quiet

pairing - satan (omswd) x f!reader

summary - game night at the demon lord’s castle sounds pretty fun, right? So does pranking your boyfriend! It isn’t until he discovers you’ve been cheating to make him lose that he decides to take his anger out on you.

c/w - 4.2k words, esbl.rl, fucking in a closet beside a busy living room, cramped space, keeping quiet, backshots, possibly wrong UNO rules, degration, rough sex.

⟢ content warnings nsfw, sub! reader, slight degradation, brat taming. lowercase intended. minors do not interact.

⟢ notes HAPPY KINKTOBERRRR

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...and this is what happens when you tease lucifer during his meeting with lord diavolo at dinner.