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“Nope! Not interested!”

“I know you don't really mean that now, do you? I'm going to ask you once more. Make sure you think before you answer this time, because your life depends on it. Are you going to come with me and let me show you around or not?”

Obey me Masterlist

You keep perplexing the demons in the Devildom General HC

Summary: the devildom loves to hear interviews where you participate. Humans are truly intresting creatures.

From time to time, you loose your patience. General HC

Summary: a bothersome demon tries to make you feel uncomfortable. You are absolutely tired of it.

Imagine Solomon and MC being absolute menaces to the demons. Solomon x GN!Mc. fluff/humour.

Summary: Human world slang can often be quite confusing for the demon brothers. You guys take advantage of it.

The brothers experience fear of missing out for the first time. Solomon x GN! Mc. Humour.

Summary: Solomon likes to piss the brothers off.

Hold that pose! Satan x GN! Mc

Summary: Reading can often be uncomfortable. It shouldn't be surprising that he likes to stretch like a cat too.

Jealousy, Jealousy. Lucifer x GN! Mc

Summary: movie nights are common in the HoL. Lucifer finds himself being upset when his partner seems to be enamoured by a character on the screen.

Sometimes, even you need a break. Lucifer x GN!Mc.

Summary: taking care of the brothers can be an exhausting task. Now, with a migraine, you seek refuge in the eldest.

Not a morning demon. Lucifer x GN!Mc

Summary: with the day's responsibilities piling up, the Avatar of pride chooses to prioritize his own rest for once.

Helping Solomon reconnect with his humanity

Summary: oftentimes, Solomon feels too distant from human experience. When you offer him a place in your apartment, he gets a chance to feel again.

Of strawberry and kisses. Beelzebub x GN!Mc

Summary: Beelzebub finds himself becoming even more addicted to your kisses after a trip to the human world.

Solomon with a MC that protects him in unexpected ways

Summary: being immortal can make Solomon forget how fragile humans are. That includes him. Luckily, his apprentice will defend him from danger.

Lucifer with an S/0 that doesn´t understand chivalry.

Summary: never in his thousands of years of life would he expect to date someone this dense. Hopefully, he will make them understand his care.

Most recent: Ways in which MC and Lucifer act like a married couple before dating.

Summary: the news of your relationship with Lucifer were not news at all, in fact, it seemed like you had been together for far longer.

Lucifer x GN!Mc. Fluff

Masterlist

The alarm rang exactly at half past five in the morning. It roused you quickly from sleep, and you reached to turn in off on the second ring.

A familiar presence pressed against your back, arm thrown over your torso, bringing you closer as a tired sigh left him.

Feeling his breathing against your back made your lips quirk up slightly. Lucifer. He hadn't left yet.

You were enveloped in the smell of him, the rich cologne mixed in with his preferred soap, all encompassing to produce his characteristic scent. It was a mix of leather, coffee, and something uniquely his. You were addicted to it.

You pressed a small kiss to his hand, causing it to twitch for a second before he brought you closer to him.

Another sigh, more akin to a grumble now.

Your fingers reached for his arm, tracing the skin softly, your touch featherlight and slow.

"Love" you called, feeling him mumble incoherently against your neck. You suppressed the need to giggle, not wanting to disturb his vulnerability.

It was no secret to you that Lucifer hated waking up early. Each morning, he drank an unhealthy amount of coffee at breakfast, his gaze momentarily lost as he heard the usual ruckus of his siblings, pondering on the benefits of carrying on with the day.

You turned in his grasp, tearing another groan from him. Finally, your gaze landed on his face.

His brows were furrowed in annoyance, eyes stubbornly closed, lips pressed into a pout. Yes, Lucifer Morningstar pouted.

You brought your hand to his soft, tousled hair. You didn't bother fixing it. Instead, you began threading your fingers through it, mindful of any possible knots. The demon melted against your skin, pressing deeper to the juncture of your neck as he inhaled your scent.

You closed your eyes too, focusing on his weight against the side of your body.

The path your fingers trailed was practiced. You started from the top of his head, moving softly towards the place where his horns would normally be. You paid close attention to the spot, knowing he normally felt pressure there. Then, you moved towards the back of his ears, gently caressing the area. The demon shook slightly in pleasure, your touch working wonders to drive away any stress of the coming day.

Finally, your fingers reached the nape of his neck, messaging the area slowly.

Repeating the motions slowly turned Lucifer putty in your hands.

"You're making it harder for me to wake up". His voice was a low rumble, speech slurry and words barely coherent. Right against your ear.

"Am I?" You answered softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You went to sleep late last night."

His arm twitched around his waist before a long sigh left him.

"It's Saturday" you countered, feeling his brain begin to think. Every morning was a battle to him, between the idea of sleeping in with you, and having to deal with his duties.

"I promise I'll wake you up at nine?"You said as you pressed your fingers to that spot in his neck that made him melt.

Silence filled the room. If you focused enough, you were able to hear his breathing. Then, you felt his lips twitch against your neck. When you looked down at him, his eyes were still closed, and the softest of smiles graced his face.

i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience

But whenever I see how you draw the Mc sheep is like. They are so tiny, itty bitty even.

Lucifer giving Mc to Mammon in the first chapter like:

Oh I love it. The sheep is so itty bitty

Thank you so much for your kind words…✨💙‼️ I’m so happy to hear that you think the little sheep MC is cute too!! Thank you so much✨‼️

Thankfully, strings were pulled and favors were called in. You guys didn't have to wait in the long line that wrapped around the building in the sweltering heat. You breezed right into the Devildom's most popular cafe and only had to wait for a table to be bussed.

The food looked amazing. Fresh and mouth-watering. Lucifer smirked at how you fawned over a simple sandwich when it was brought to your seat. It came with a tall, refreshing drink that bubbled perpetually and tasted like sweetened rhubarb.

There was just one thing out of place.

"Lucifer, they forgot my fries," you said.

There was an awkward pause while he chewed a mouthful of buttered bread. He stared at you while he did. You busied yourself looking for the missing fries (they weren't under your napkin) until he finally swallowed his food and said, "Go tell the waitstaff."

"I can't," you told him.

"Why not?"

"The servers all look really busy, and the host looks mad," you explained. It was mostly an excuse. The staff were busy running a full house, scurrying around like ants, carrying trays stacked high with plates of all sizes. They were all large, strong-looking demons. They reminded you of Beelzebub, before you knew him well.

"That's just how some demons look," Lucifer reassured you. "Go tell someone."

"Can't you tell them?" you asked.

"No. I know you can do it." Lucifer started buttering another roll. He must have fancied them.

You exhaled through your nostrils and gave a gruff, "hmmph."

Lucifer did not care. Your little tantrum was amusing at best.

You tried to appeal with logic. "What if I go over there and the host eats me? Because I'm an annoying human? What are you gonna do then?"

"I am sitting right here," Lucifer said. "You are clearly with me. I'll be watching you. If they value this cafe and their lives, nobody will touch you."

You exclaimed, "If you'll be watching me, then you might as well just go talk to them for me!"

"You managed to form a pact with me, and yet you refuse to go tell a waiter that they forgot your fries?"

Lucifer had crumbs on his lip and you took solace in refusing to tell him about it. You hoped he would go home like that and everyone would make fun of him for having crumbs on his lip. Unfortunately, they were consumed with his next bite of food.