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What is this domestic violence lmao đ It went 0 to 100 real quick- MC can be hella crazy when sheâs jealous~
ă Obey me IDO - Leviâs main story ă
"And yes," he purrs in your ear. "We can make an announcement about our purchase of the three hotel chains soon." Lips besides your ear, grazing the shell of it. He spreads his legs wider; you are forced to accommodate. The fabric on his trouser catches you clit, soaked and transparent through your panties.Â
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.Â
Diavolo's hand rests on your ass as he speaks again.Â
"What do you say, Lucifer?
(Say it with me: DILF Diavolo!! WIP)
OM Men when you're grieving except it's somewhat filthy and just pathetic.
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 - Heâs outwardly composed, but inside heâs seething with helplessness. He hates seeing you so fragile, so untethered, and he hates that thereâs 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, heâll 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. Heâs paralyzed by the intensity of your grief â emotions that raw make him uncomfortable because he doesnât know how to handle his own. But the moment he realizes youâve shut down, he becomes terrified youâll fade away entirely. He starts bringing you into his space, trying to distract you with things he knows â anime, games â but thereâs an edge to it. âYou canât leave me, okay? Just stay here. Weâll watch something together.â He is subtle but suffocating â he wonât let you out of his sight for long, and heâll convince himself you need his presence. If you mention your father, heâll get jealous â not of the loss itself, but of the depth of love you had for someone else. Levi doesnât understand how to share you with a memory.
Solomon - Solomon is dangerous because he understands grief too well â heâs 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. Heâll sit beside you during a breakdown, his tone calm but detached: âI know. Iâve been there. It doesnât fade, but you learn to wear it differently.â He sounds soothing, but itâs clinical â like heâs already preparing you to be another piece in his long, immortal story. His edge lies in his intellectual intimacy. Heâll keep you close because you make him feel alive again. Your fragility awakens something he thought heâd buried centuries ago. When you dissociate, heâll touch your face with unnerving tenderness and murmur, âStay here, love. Donât drift. Youâll get lost in places you canât return from.â
Heâs not jealous of your father, but heâs quietly possessive over the space your grief has opened â itâs an emotional void, and he wants to fill it. In time, his fixation becomes control disguised as mentorship. Heâll teach you how to âmanage painâ in ways that bind you to him â spells, pacts, rituals â all acts that make you increasingly dependent on his presence and knowledge. His calmness makes it the most insidious of all â youâd never realize how deeply heâs woven himself into your healing until you try to step back, and realize you canât.
Simeon - Simeon would be the gentlest â at least at first. His compassion runs so deep it hurts him to watch you in pain. But grief has a way of testing holiness. When you dissociate, heâll kneel before you and guide your trembling hands into his, voice low and steady, praying with you, not at you. âYou donât have to speak. Just⌠be here.â It's spiritual overprotection. He becomes convinced that your pain is something he must guard you from â and that the world itself is too cruel for you to endure without him mediating it. Over time, that empathy becomes possessive. Heâll tell himself that your suffering is sacred â that heâs the only one meant to carry it with you. Heâll speak softly but with unsettling finality: âNo one else can understand this kind of pain the way I can. You were entrusted to me now.â If your grief turns into rage or numbness, heâll interpret it as âfalling from grace.â His fixation becomes salvation through control: keeping you pure, safe, and utterly his responsibility. He doesnât realize heâs replacing your fatherâs role with himself â a protector, a moral anchor â and in doing so, heâs quietly binding your soul to his care.
CAUGHT ft. lucifer (obey me!) x female! reader
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Obey Me Head-cannons: Stalking Your Social Media!
Lucifer: He may seem non-chalant and is probably too busy to checkâ but he does. Quite often, to be frank. Heâd never admit it unless itâs to you. He opens your social media account to see what youâve been up to at least once a day. Even more often when youâre back in the human world. Heâd 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 heâs so obsessed with you he canât help but check. He checks your account more frequently when youâre 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 oneâs 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, heâs 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 heâs free. However, if youâre in the human world, youâre all he can think of. Would check more frequently if youâre not in the devildom because he misses you so much to the point he canât focus on his books.
Asmodeus: Heâs literally the devilgram diva. 100% would check to see what youâre 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 youâre his).
Beelzebub: Probably not as often but will check when he misses you. Heâd rather text and call you though to see how youâve been doing and what youâre up to while in the human world. But if youâre in the devildom, heâd rather just be there beside you.
Belphegor: Probably the least likely to check because heâs busy sleeping and dreaming about you. However, he does check when heâs misses you and youâre 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 youâre 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 watchingâŚ
Barbatos: Most likely does not check too often. To be honest, he probably already knows what youâre doing and what youâre 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 doesnât mind, though).
Solomon: Actually, I think this guy would 100% stalk your devilgram without leaving a trace. Nobody knows heâs 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.
Luke: Not really. Often busy with angelic duties and baking. He wants to impress Micheal so he doesnât really have time to do that. However, when he IS on social media, he may see your post pop up and only hopes that youâre safe and not being constantly annoyed by those demons.
How the characters react when you try to make them jealous đâ¨
Lucifer
-He clocks what youre doing in 0.2 seconds but pretends he doesnt. He just quietly moves behind you like âoh? How interestingâ
-Gives the person one warning glance that says âback up before i end up feeding you to cerberusâ
-The moment youre alone he pins you to the nearest surface and murmurs âNow⌠let me remind you who you were trying to provokeâ
-his brothers end up complaining that you two were way too loud last night (;
Mammon
-Instant meltdown. Full âWHY ARE YA TALKINâ TO THEM LIKE THAT?!â energy XD
-Gets clingier than ever. His hand on your waist, arm around your shoulders, introducing himself aggressively like â Im THE great Mammon, yeah? Betcha already knew thatâ
-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. âOf course youâd like a normie whoâs actually worht your attentionâŚnot a yucky otaku like meâ
-Will straight up whine âAre you doing this on purpose?! Its super effective, okay? Im jealous, you winâŚso please stop this mcâ
-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 âIm suppressing murderâ 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 âIf you wanted my attention kitten, you didnt have to flirt with that assholeâ
-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 youâll be getting any sleep tonight (;
Asmodeus
-Gasps dramatically like youâve personally offended the concept of beauty.
-Gets EXTRA touchy and flirty with you, basically staking his claim without looking insecure.
-Later asks sweetly âSooo, were you doing that to get my attention? Because it worked~â
-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 âmineâ energy scaring away whoever you were flirting with.
-When you explain it was intentional he just goes ââŚoh.â and blushes hard, hes lowkey confused why youâd feel the need to do that.
-heâll look at you with sad puppy eyes, holding you by the waist as he mutters quietly âam i not giving you enough attention? I dont want you to feel like you have to go get it from other demonsâ
-nice, you just made him feel like hes neglected your needs.
-1000 aura, shame on youâŚ
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 âIf you wanted me jealous, congratulations. Now dont do it again or weâll have problemsâ
-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 heâll 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. âI think thats enough teasing for today, Mc. Dont you think so?â
-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, youâll 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 âThats enough for nowâ 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 âIf you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask⌠you didnt need an audienceâŚâ
--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 âYoure teasing me⌠arent you?â Not angry just aching with feeling hes not supposed to have as an angel
-When youre alone, he kisses you with slow controlled intensity like someone whoâs been holding back too long.
Lucifer finds out MC had his baby after she left Devildom (angst/fluff)
This is quite fast paced but i didnât want to make it too long as I donât know how to do the âread moreâ 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 wasnât expecting anyone and canât 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.
âFINALLY!â Mammon exclaimed dramatically, âwhat took ya so long?!â
âOh my god...â 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.
âIs everything alright?â Satan asked concerned, noticing her change of expression.
âI er...â she spoke quietly, shutting the door behind her as she squeezed onto the step outside her house. âWhat are you guys doing here?â
As absolutely elated as she was to be reunited with the brothers, she only wished that theyâd warned her of their arrival. That way she may have been able to prepare herself for admitting the huge secret sleeping inside the house.
âWeâve come to see you of course!â Asmo grinned excitedly while the other brothers smiled.
âWhere...whereâs Lucifer?â MC practically whispered, glancing over their shoulders to see if he was nearby.
âAh heâs just parkinâ the car. We couldnât be bothered to wait for him, apparently ya canât just park on the curb in your realm?!â Mammon stated in disbelief.
âYouâre not supposed to do that in Devildom either?â Levi questioned, narrowing his eyes.
âOh my...â MC breathed again, completely ignoring their rambling as she took deep breaths.
âWhatâs wrong?â Beel asked as his face saddened. âI thought youâd like us surprising you.â
âI do, believe me.â She nodded, âbut I just wished youâd have warned me.â
âWhy?â 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 hadnât anticipated her baby to wake so soon but perhaps she heard Mammonâs loud voice.
âMC I think your phoneâs ringing.â Levi pointed out.
âThatâs not a phone, ya dingbat!â Mammon spoke up, âitâs a cat.â
âAre you both complete imbeciles?â Satan shook his head, âitâs clearly a baby, can you not see the monitor?â
âOoh, a baby!â 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, Asmoâs face lit up. âOh my goodness, sheâs adorable!â He cooed, leaning over the cot.
âWhose baby is it?â Satan asked bewildered, joining them all in the lounge.
MC remained silent as they all turned to face her.
âWait...thatâs your baby?!â Asmo questioned amazed.
âYes.â MC nodded reluctantly.
âWhat?! Ya never told us ya were married!â Mammon cried.
âIâm not married, Mammon.â MC shook her head with a sigh.
âHow old is she?â Satan asked quietly, beginning to grow suspicious of just how long they hadnât seen MC for.
He could see that she was growing more and more uncomfortable.
âTwo months.â She answered truthfully.
âThen who is the Father?â He asked gobsmacked.
The other brothers were left quiet as they admired the cute baby, clueless about Satanâs realisation.
MC furrowed her eyebrows as she felt the fourth eldestâs stare on her. But then, before she could say anything, footsteps approached the house.
âI cannot believe you all just ran off like that, it was completely irresponsible.â Lucifer moaned as he entered the house, âit 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.â
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.
âLuciferâs the Father?!â He questioned in disbelief.
âWHAT?!â Mammon spun around, followed by the other brothers.
âShh!â MC quickly hushed them, âyou canât tell him - he doesnât know.â
âWell I donât know how you plan to hide her...â 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. âWhatâs going on?â 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.
âWell, I think thatâs my cue to leave.â Asmo broke the silence as he escaped the room.
âMe too.â 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 everybodyâs 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.
âWhatâs happening, MC?â He asked seriously.
Shooting her a sympathetic look, Satan left the room too.
âLucifer we need to talk.â MC spoke quickly.
âI imagine we do.â He nodded, âafter 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.â
MC was taken aback by his words. She hadnât 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 babyâs 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 itâd seem there was something more important to say.
âWho is this?â He asked quietly, stepping toward the cot as he towered over it.
Waiting for MC to answer, he glanced down at the baby.
âMy daughter...â she whispered.
Studying the dark hairs and the small red glint in the babyâs eyes, Lucifer turned his head to the human.
âYour daughter?â He questioned seriously.
Parting her lips, MC gawped at him as her chest tightened.
âI think you mean our daughter.â 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.
âHow could you not tell me?â He asked venomously. âHow could you keep this from me?!â
âIâm sorry.â MC quickly apologised.
âSorry doesnât cut it, MC.â He quickly interjected, âI 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?â
Although he may have sounded angry, MC knew deep down it was only his despair. It wasnât like Lucifer to show so much emotion.
Standing up, he strode over until he was standing in front of her. âWhy did you hide her, MC?â He asked seriously, âdid you not think I was deserving to hear the news of our child?â
Turning her focus to him, MCâs face fell. âYour pledge.â She whispered.
Luciferâs heart sunk at her words. He felt an indescribable sense of betrayal in his heart as MC used the one thing he couldnât 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 MCâs house that morning had now completely vanished.
Watching him anxious from across the room, MC felt a huge pang of sadness.
âHer name is Lillith.â She spoke softly.
MCâs words were a cold thrust of insult to his heart.
âThatâs rather inappropriate, wouldnât you say?â Lucifer asked defensively, watching his brothers who were stood awkwardly in the garden through the window. âI 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 Lillithâs life.â
âI wanted to tell you.â MC informed him, âbut...Iâve seen what your pledge has done to you, Lucifer. I didnât think...I didnât think youâd want this. Your life belongs to Diavoloââ
âThatâs not for you to decide.â He shook his head. âI may have made a pledge to Diavolo but that doesnât 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.â
âLucifer, please.â MC begged, standing up from her seat on the sofa. âI was completely clueless and irrational...and scared! I know you and I were practically together while I was in your realm but I didnât think this would be something youâd want. Youâre always so busy and have little time as it is for your family...I just didnât want you to feel any more pressure.â
âWell youâre wrong.â He spoke quietly, âthis is everything I could want.â
âIâm so sorry.â MC repeated.
Lucifer nodded but didnât say anything else. He was too busy contemplating the huge revelation heâd just discovered so unexpectedly.
The room grew silent and minutes began to pass.
âCan I hold her?â He asked quietly.
âOf course.â MC whispered, moving away before returning with their daughter.
Incredibly cautiously, Lucifer turned his attention toward their daughter. As he stared at this baby heâd only known for all of ten minutes, he felt an unfamiliar wave of emotions flood through his body.
Though heâd been alive for centuries, seeing the tiny life heâd created in front of him made him feel like heâd been reborn. Only this time he didnât feel like heâd been born as a monster; heâd 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 sheâd done.
âIâll accept your apology.â He informed her, âproviding you both come home with me.â
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 hadnât felt such love in centuries and even now, it was still a completely new kind of love; one that heâd never felt before. He let out a shaky breath as he tilted his body to rest his cheek on MCâs head.
âI suppose I better fetch my brothers.â He breathed, âtheyâll be wanting to meet their niece.â
Random relationship headcanons (all characters!) - F!MC
Iâve done HCs like these before but not for all of the characters - I thought Iâd do an updated version with everybodyâşď¸
Lucifer:
Lucifer effectively never refers to MC by her name ever again, he either calls her âmy loveâ or âmy dearâ
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 heâs getting his
Heâs not the sort to hold MCâs 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, heâll smirk and boast âThatâs my girl.â
Sometimes if heâs feeling stressed, heâll ask MC if sheâll keep him company by sitting in his lap while he works
Mammon:
Heâs an absolute sucker for MC calling him âbabeâ and tells her off if she refers to him as anything else
Mammonâs 100% the little spoon (but donât you dare ever tell anybody else that)
Expect random booty slaps throughout the day whenever Mammon is near
He loves showing off MC - if theyâre at RAD together, heâll always have his arm around her; nonchalantly planting kisses on her head every now and again when theyâre talking to someone
Mammon tells his brothers off if he thinks theyâre spending too much time with his human
âWhat are you doinâ over there?! Come give me some sugar!â He pouts at least 20 times a day
Mammon never grows tired of seeing MCâs body. Every time she undresses for bed, he gawps at her - practically drooling - just like itâs the first time heâs 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 (heâs very soft when it comes to MC)
Levi:
If MC is doing something that Levi deems as âadorableâ, he will immediately pull out his D.D.D and photograph/film her so if heâs ever feeling down he can go through his album and just gaze at her in awe
When heâs talking to Henry 2.0, he refers to MC as the fishâs âmumâ and him as âdadâ (but donât tell MC that he ever said that)
He loves to show off that MC is his girlfriend whenever heâs gaming. If he gets insulted over his headset, heâll reply with âyeah? Well I have a girlfriend whoâs super hot! Beat that!â
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 heâs gaming, Levi lets MC style his hair. Considering how long it is, the human is very intrigued by what itâd look like pushed back
He gets incredibly excited if MC gets dressed up for something and practically implodes: âthatâs my girlfriend!!â
Satan:
Satan is 100% husband material. MC needs help studying? Heâs there. MC needs help with cooking dinner? Heâs there. MC is feeling stressed and wants a massage? Heâs already offered before she can ask.
Heâs 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 MCâs ear, telling her all of things heâd love to do to her later that evening
MCâs name is now âdarlingâ
Satanâs 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 MCâs in the bathroom so she doesnât have to
When heâs on dinner duty, Satan purposefully cooks his and MCâs dinner first so that they can have it alone with a candle lit
Asmo:
Refers to MC as âsweetieâ
Heâs always surprising MC with little gifts - if heâs out shopping and sees something he thinks sheâd like he immediately buys it
He helps relieve MC of any stress - if he senses sheâs had a bad day heâll 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 heâs super affectionate toward MC - there will never be a day that goes past where she doesnt wake up with a kiss from him
Theyâre the fiercest couple at RAD - theyâre 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 Beelâs lap and then him carrying her up to bed
Heâs always calling MC âcuteâ no matter what sheâs doing. She could be having a full on go at him for eating her dinner and heâd just smile at her while thinking âcould she be anymore adorable?â
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 âcutest couple at RADâ because theyâre always holding hands and have the biggest smiles on their faces whenever theyâre 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 Beelâs 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 doesnât need them anymore because his favourite thing to fall asleep on is his human
Heâs always coming to MCâs 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 heâll commit to it!
Heâs always genuinely interested in how MCâs 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 âI bought this cake earlier and have hidden it from Beel so that you could have the first sliceâ
Belphie always wants cuddles from MC - he has to have his head on her chest
Heâs 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 sheâs 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, heâll always leave a single rose on the bedside table next to MC so she doesnât 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 âpositively radiantâ 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 (thatâs 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 - theyâd just be talking about something random and then heâd come out with âwell I like to think that when our children grow up...â before quickly blushing, realising what heâd said
Barbatos:
He invites MC to the castle a lot to keep him company when heâs serving Diavolo
Heâs always surprising MC and leaving her feeling flustered - he could have a completely serious look on his face while heâs doing something for Diavolo but will then turn and whisper to MC âperhaps when I finish this paperwork, I can do you on this desk tooâ 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, heâll 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 heâs 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 heâs the one whoâs had an incredibly long day, heâll still run a relaxing bath for MC with candles and salts
Simeon:
Even if MC wakes up and looks like sheâs been dragged through a bush backwards, Simeon never fails to compliment her surreal beauty
He calls MC âsweetheartâ all the time
Simeon always gets up early so that he can make MC breakfast in bed as itâs 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 heâs feeling lonely and wants to spend time with his parents
Simeon is incredibly intimate and passionate in their relationship. Thereâs no such thing as a âcasualâ kiss with this angel - he never fails to caress MCâs cheek and gaze into her eyes before laying one on her
He always offers to carry MCâs bags while theyâre walking through RAD and will effectively treat her like a goddess - opening every door for her, pulling out her chair etc
Simeonâs 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 âI love you bitch, I ainât ever gonna stop loving you, bitchâ 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 âDAYUM MY GIRL IS FINEâ
Solomon is always making MC laugh. Heâs not one for being traditional when it comes to compliments - heâd definitely hit her up with âI would drag my balls through lava just to hear you fart down a walkie talkieâ
Heâs 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
Although he jokes a lot and isnât always serious, when theyâre alone together, Solomon is incredibly loving and would easily be happy to just sit there and stare at MC in silence for ten minutes so that he can take a moment to appreciate how lucky he is
could you rank the LIs on how rough they are in bed please?
OOOOH okay okay, obviously this is my opinion, but iâm willing to hear anyone who wants to argue out. đââď¸
roughest
XAVIER is the roughest in my opinion. mostly because i find him to be the most dominant of them all (as iâve mentioned before) but also the most eager. he doesnât mean to be rough, itâs just that he wants you so so bad </3 he canât help but manhandle you in bend you to his liking. heâs 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 wonât 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 heâs being dominant, he can have a bit of a mean streak. heâll tease and tease and tease and then fuck you till youâre dumb on his cock. but i donât necessarily think heâs rough with you in the sense that heâs manhandling you but more rough with his teasing and mind break.
ZAYNE isnât 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 heâs had a rough day or is just really pent up and thatâs when he can be a bit rougher in bed, but most days heâs 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 itâs something YOU want. treats you like a doll because thatâs 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.
least rough

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i love when @medicli answers asks because i saw this and Sylus possessed me
Sylus just loved to treat you like a princess.
He couldnât help it. Not really. You were just so sweet and soft that all he wanted to do was make you happy.
âFeel good?â His nose nearly bumps yours from how close his face is to you as his cock pounds into your pussy. Youâre gasping, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
âS-so good!â 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?"
Such a princess.
In Rubies
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.
Itâs 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 clubâs opening night event.
You could practically hear his words replaying in your mind, begging you to go with him. âPlease, please, please! Think of how spectacular weâll look together on the dance floor! You-Know-Who will be there!~â
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 werenât there as his âdateâ.
You declined, hid your disappointment, and claimed to want an evening alone anyway. The truth was you couldnât stand the idea of showing up alone and watching Mammon there with his date.
You thought you had orchestrated the plan perfectly. Youâd show up as Asmoâs 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 itâs up to the Devildomâs 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.
Itâs 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.
Youâve 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 itâs been hidden away for a few lifetimes, so thereâs 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, youâre 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 itâs made for Devildom royalty. You canât help but imagine how itâd feel to walk the halls of Diavoloâs castle in something like this.
It looks like it would fit youâŚ
You bite your lip and run the fabric through your fingers. Itâs so soft and light, it feels almost like nothing at all. You glance around the empty entrance hall and decide youâve 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 youâd 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. Itâs 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 wonât budge. Your shaking fingers pry at few more, but fail each time. Youâre 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 hadnât expected anyone to be home for hours at least. Lucifer must have finished his work at Diavoloâs early.
You think of the closet door you left open and your dress lying on the floor. Thereâs no way he wonât 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 youâre asleep, maybe heâll just leave you undisturbed to restâŚ
Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to maintain a convincingly serene appearance.
His footsteps enter the living room.
A pauseâŚ
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 âIâm asleep, Iâm asleepâŚâ.
You hear a rough whisper.
âOi, humanâŚWake up.â
You know that voice. Your eyes snap open to see him crouched down looking at you.
âMammon!?â
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.
âShit!â He clearly thought you were passed out.
âWhat the hell, Mammon! I thought you were Lucifer!â
âSorry to disappoint you.â 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.
âNice pajamas.â He scoffs. âI found this. Itâs yours, right?â He throws your discarded black dress at you.
âYeah⌠thanks.â You fold the dress then hold it in your lap, wishing you had never taken it off.
âSoâŚâ He slides his hands into his pockets. âFind what ya were snoopinâ for in the closet?â 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.
âI was just looking around.â You reply sternly, glaring up at him. âWhat are you doing here? Your date stand you up?â
âYeah, actually.â He admits flatly.
You immediately feel like an asshole.
âOhâŚIâm sorry, I didnâtâŚâ You pause. Taking one look at him, you realize youâre probably more upset about your comment than he is. Your mind returns to the problem of the dress.
âUm, would you⌠happen to know anything about this dress? Was it Lilithâs?â 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.
âLilithâs? No, sheâŚwouldnât have worn somethinâ like that. Itâs probably Asmoâs.â
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.
âIâm just going to go talk to him quick, hang onâŚâ 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. âHey, letâs go somewhere. Get your clothes back on and weâll go out.â
You stare at him for a moment, calculating.
âOh⌠I donât think so, Mams.â You look down at your feet.
âWhat, yaâd rather stay home and drink alone than go out with The Great Mammon? I donât believe ya. Come on, hurry up. I know just where we should go.â
Your heart aches. All this time heâs never made a pass at you, and now is when heâs finally talking like he wants to take you on a date?
âNo, itâs not that. I WANT to go with you, I just-â
âI knew it. Letâs go. Whereâs that other dress ya had onâŚâ
âMammon, I canât get this dress off.â
He turns around to look at you, his eyes dropping down to the dress, then back up to your face. âIs the zipper stuck or somethinâ?â
âThereâs no zipper, just these buttons⌠they like, snapped shut on their own when I put it on. I think itâs cursed. It wonât let me take it offâŚâ
You look up at him with sad eyes as you explain, ashamed of the situation youâve gotten yourself into.
âI tried calling Asmo but he must be busy with his date because heâs not answering me.â
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.
âIâll call Thirteen. Sheâs at the club too.â
You start to ask why he didnât just stay at the club with them, but before you can finish your question, Thirteen answers. You hear Mammonâs side of the conversation.
âHey, is Asmo still there? Yeah, could you put him on?â
A pause.
âAsmo. Do ya⌠WhatâŚ? No I donât miss ya that much, shut the fuck up for a second. Do ya know anythinâ about a cursed dress being in one of the old closets at the house?â
A pause. You can hear Asmo excitedly saying something.
âY-yeah, itâs red⌠yeah.â Mammon sounds scared. Your heart sinks.
âNo! Stay thereâŚDammit, no.â
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.
âNo, she didnât try to put it on yet. We were just wonderinâ. Yeah. Later.â
He hangs up and slides the phone into his back pocket.
âWhat did he say? Why did you lie to him?â
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.
âMamsâŚ?â
He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, then slowly turns to face you. You canât read his expression.
âHe said itâs gonna be fine.â His voice is calm. He doesnât seem scared, just stiff.
You look into his eyes. âDid he know how to get it off?â
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. âYes.â
âOkay, well are you gonna tell me how?â Youâre getting impatient and not bothering to hide it.
He puts his hands out in front of him as if heâs trying to physically hold your curiosity back. He speaks carefully and slowly.
âI said itâs gonna be fine.â He pauses and looks into your eyes with a serious expression on his face. âWill ya just trust me?â
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 wouldnât shut up about being âin chargeâ 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. Youâve 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.
Youâd expected him to pull over and throw you out onto the street or worse, but he didnât. 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. âIâll trust you.â
âGood. Wait here.â He abruptly leaves the kitchen and heads upstairs.
âHuhâŚ?â You watch him go, fighting the urge to chase after him and demand answers.
You sigh impatiently and stay put. You told him youâd trust him, and though youâre already regretting it, youâre no liar.
While you stand there, you try again to undo the buttons, but they donât even come close to cooperating. You scoff at them and finish your wine.
A few minutes later you hear Mammonâs quick footsteps come down the stairs, and when he prowls around the corner into the kitchen heâs wearing a sleek black button up and steel grey pants. Heâs 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.
âIf we canât get ya out of that dress yet, Iâll just have to take ya somewhere extra special tonight. Câmon.â
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. Itâs a clear night, and the streets are alive with groups of demons enjoying themselves.
You see your reflection in the shop windows. Youâre surprised. The dress actually doesnât 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 âWhere are we going?âYou feel him tense up for a moment at your touch.
âRistorante Six.â
Your mouth drops open. âBut that place is so expen-â
âNah.â He cuts you off before you can finish. âDonât worry about any of that shit tonight.â
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. Heâd 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. âOrder anything ya like, human. Tonightâs on me.â
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.
âMammon, am I gonna die?â
He coughs on his water, then looks up at you with his eyebrows raised. âWh-what?â
âIs this dress going to kill me?â You repeat. It sounds less like a question and more like a statement. He still looks bewildered, so you continue. âYouâre taking me to this fancy place, you wonât tell me what Asmo said, andâŚyou wonât even look at me.â
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.
âIâm screwinâ this all up, arenât I? Youâre not dyinâ. Okay? So quit worryinâ about that.â
He looks at you as he speaks. Itâs what you wanted, but now that youâve got it you feel like youâre in a spotlight.
You push for more answers.
âOkay. Iâm choosing to believe you. Will you tell me what Asmo said?â You ask carefully and delicately. He gives you a sympathetic look.
âThe dress is cursed. You were right. Itâs not gonna hurt ya, I swear. It might just⌠take a while before we can get it off.â He slides your menu back toward you. âI wanted to take ya out tonight anyway, and I knew this would be the only place youâd feel comfortable in that thing. So figure out what ya wanna eat.â 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 âYou got a date after all.â
âHuh?â
You shrug your bare shoulders at him. âYour date bailed on you earlier, but look around. This seems like a date to me. You got a date after all.â Your stomach does a backflip as realize you may not be on the same page about this. You immediately miss the awkward silence.
âOh, yeah⌠guess I did.â He looks at you as if he just lost a really intense train of thought. He rests his cheek on his fist. âItâs a good thing, too. What kinda loser sits home alone on a Friday night, am I right?â He smiles at you, clearly teasing you for your previous evening plans.
âHey, I was supposed to be out! Blame Asmo.â You giggle and take a sip of your wine. Itâs better than the stuff back at the House of Lamentation, but youâll never tell Lucifer.
He leans back in his chair. âI guess both our dates bailed on us tonight, huh?â
You realize there was a misunderstanding.
âN-no, Asmo and I werenât⌠weâre just friends. It wasnât like that.â You shake your head and smile at him. âIâm not with anyone right now, actually.â
âOh, gotchaâŚâ 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 itâs full of battery acid.
âMmm?!â 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.
âYa good?â 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 âWhatâŚthe fuck is this?â
âIt said it was spicy on the menu, genius. It had âInfernoâ in the name.â
âI didnât think it meant it literally! Everything down here has names like that!â
He laughs at you shamelessly but slides his water toward you without you having to ask for it. Your lips are bright red and youâve started trying to fan your eyes with your hands so your makeup doesnât run. You check to see if anyone around has noticed. Thankfully it seems they havenât.
You look to Mammon and flash a painful grin. âItâs really good. Wanna try?â
He laughs at you again. âIâve had that before, thanks. Thereâs no way youâre gonna be able to eat that. Youâll die.â He looks around for the waiter for a moment, then back at your plates. âHere.â He switches them, giving you his food instead. âYa should be able to survive this one.â
You bow your head in playful gratitude. âMy hero.â
âYeah yeah, Iâm great. Ya owe me one.â He waves his hand as if heâs brushing it off.
âI think I owe you more than one. I didnât mean to be such an expensive date.â You look up at him through your lashes. You feel a little guilty even if you ARE loving the special treatment.
âPff, this is nothing for The Great Mammon. BesidesâŚâ He hesitates, running his thumb along the rim of his glass. âSome cursed rag isnât gonna stop me from spoilinâ my favorite human.â His eyes trace your curves under the thin red fabric. ââŚEven if she does look ridiculous.â
âRidiculous?! Nice try, Mams.â You donât 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. âFine, even if she looksâŚridiculously hot. That better? Ya happy now, ya brat?â
Your heart skips a beat.
You pull it together and make a show of pursing your lips thoughtfully before granting your approval.
âYes, I think I am happy now.â You lean back in your chair and raise your chin pridefully.
He groans. âYouâre the worst yâknow that? Iâm over here tryinâ to be a gentleman.â
You hesitate a moment, biting your lip. âMaybe I donât want you to be a gentleman.â
He goes still, only his eyes moving up to meet yours. Heâs 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.
âYou sure about that?â He whispers.
You take a deep breath. âYes.â
Your eyes meet and something unspoken is clearly understood.
âCâmon then, weâre leavinâ.â He takes his wallet out to pay your bill.
Your phone buzzes.
Itâs Asmo responding to you. You read his text, ignoring the dozen heart emojis.
âHeyyyyy doll! PROMISE you wonât put that dress on until Iâm back home, kay? I want to be the first to play!â
Mammon stiffly sits up. âWhoâs that?â
You glance up at Mammon but donât answer his question. You type reply to Asmo.
âPlay..? What do you mean?â
Mammon leans forward nervously trying to get a look at your screen. âIs that Asmo?â
Your phone buzzes again. Asmo replied.
âDidnât Mammon explain it? That dress has a special little charm on it! The buttons can only be undone by the person you desire most~!â
You read the message twice. Slowly you look up at Mammon.
Blinking a few times, you finally see what heâs doing with you here. You turn the phone and show him the text.
His face falls. âOkay, itâs notâŚâ
You get up from your chair and walk out of the restaurant.
âShitâŚâHe leaves money on the table and follows.
Youâre out in the dark half a block down the sidewalk when he catches up to you. You donât stop walking.
âWill ya wait just a second?â
You donât say anything.
He grabs your wrist, pulling you to face him. âHey, please.â He looks genuinely desperate to explain.
You stare into his eyes and try to find the words. âThis whole fucking thing was justâŚwhat, your date rejects you so you try to win this little game for an ego boost or something?â The buttons on the dress shine blood red under the streetlights, glaring up at you.
âNo! No it was not. I wasnât-â
âI knew you were being too generous. Iâm not your plan B fuck, Mammon.â
Heâs 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.
âUgh!â You kick them off and leave them behind, starting to run. The sidewalk hurts your feet but you donât slow down or look back. Soon youâre back home and heading straight up the stairs. Mammon isnât far behind you. You slip into your room and slam the door. A moment later you hear him knock softly.
âWill ya please open up? Itâs not like that.â
âGo away, Mammon.â
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. Youâre stuck.
Giving up, you crawl into bed. You force your eyes closed but your mind doesnât stop racing.
Your phone buzzes. Itâs a text from Thirteen.
âIs Mammon with you?â
You reply âI guess, why?â
A minute or two later she replies.
âTell 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 didnât 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. ;)â
You sit up in your bed for a moment trying to wrap your head around Thirteenâs 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. Heâs got your shoes and his jacket in a pile next to him.
âCan I please explain?â
You nod.
He takes a deep breath.
âI came here to see if ya were okay, thatâs all. I thought Asmo dumped ya and I figured youâd be here alone and heartbroken. I wasnât gonna try anything, I swear. But then youâd gotten yourself stuck in that fuckinâ dressâŚâ
He buries his face in his hands and shakes his head. âIf Asmo knew youâd already put it on, he wouldâve made a big fuckinâ thing of it and brought everyone to try takinâ it off of ya.â
He gets up and takes a step toward you, absolutely desperate. âI wouldâve never tried to push it, but then it seemed like we both wanted to, andâŚâ He trails off.
âAnd?â You stare at him, holding your breath.
âAnd⌠if anyoneâs gonna get you outta that thing itâs gonna be me. Please, just let me try before you go askinâ anyone else. Please.â
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 itâs telling him everything he wants to hear.
You donât 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.
His hands are all over your bare skin, finally free to explore the plush curves of your chest and torso. He kisses you like his life depends on it and slowly leads you both into your bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Day 2 âĽď¸ Aphrodisiacs
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
âĽď¸ âlucifer
Lucifer was going to kill Leviathan later, and furthermore, he was going to suspend his younger brotherâs access to Akuzan. Heâd never understand Leviâs fascination with buying utterly ridiculous and or useless things for it was such a waste of money. After all, it was Leviâs odd spending habits that had the eldest brother in his current unfortunate predicament.
âSeven hellsââ Lucifer swears under his breath.
I could not control myself.
"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.
Before I get this out, there's something more with the brothers in the works. Stay tuned!
"I have a suggestion. How about we share the bed." âď¸â¤ď¸
STYLING CHARACTERS #013: LUCIFER

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kinktober day 4 - hate sex + keeping quiet
pairing - satan (omswd) x f!reader
summary - game night at the demon lordâs castle sounds pretty fun, right? So does pranking your boyfriend! It isnât until he discovers youâve 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.
BRAT ft. lucifer (obey me!) x female! reader
⢠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.