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— SAIKI RELATIONSHIP HCS

☆ very hesitant to hug you/hold hands bc he is afraid he might shatter all your bones. prefers kisses, less can go wrong

☆ except that one time he kissed you and was so flustered that a whole galaxy exploded

☆ but it was one of those really distant, useless ones so he moved on

☆ or that time you held his hand and he literally started levitating ??

☆ finishes exams in two seconds then spends the rest of the time annoying you

'i don't mean to disturb you but i noticed you put the wrong answer for question four' 'get out of my head!'

☆ i already wrote a drabble about this but he morphs into different objects to 'prank' you

☆ you always want him to shrink bc what's the point of having a psychic bf if you can't carry him around on your person like a polly pocket

☆ he's very apprehensive about it, however one day he finally agrees to it because you have a shift at work and you really wanted him to join you but it would be weird if he just showed up to your place of work unannounced so he shrunk and you carried him around in your back pocket

☆ that is until you almost sat on him!! and when he dived out to avoid being crushed, he fell onto the sticky work floor covered in dust

☆ still hasn't fully recovered 😿

☆ omg if you are insecure about a physical feature of yours , instead of using his powers to change you, he will use his mind control on the entire world so that your insecurity is now the beauty standard (similar to what he did with his hair)

☆ he doesn't use mind control on you though bc it's rude

☆ in fact he tries to avoid using his powers on you all together bc it would only cause trouble (with the exception of telepathy bc he likes to speak to you.. unlike he does with most people)

☆ and he's very strict with that ethic of his

☆ which is nice and all, and really easy until he does something super embarrassing in front of you

☆ like you see him scream at a cockroach or smth

☆ and he is SO tempted to use memory alteration on you so you could just forget that ever happened

☆ but he just can't bring himself to do it

☆ OR when your birthday was before his so he got you a present but didn't do that much else, but when it was time for his birthday and you went all out, he so wanted to either go back in time and do better or just alter your memory so you think he went all out too

☆ oh and passive aggression doesn't work on him ofc

☆ if you are ever mad or upset at him for whatever reason, you can't be like 'hmph i'm not gonna tell you what you did wrong, you just have to know :<' bc he can.. y'know.. read your mind

☆ and he also knows exactly what to do to make you feel better and forgive him, every single time

☆ plus you can never stay mad at him for long anyway bc he's just too cute!!

☆ too shy to admit that he wants to spend more time with you so he will use his powers as some sort of excuse

as you're about to leave saiki's room, he lies, 'wait. don't go. i have had a precognition that something terrible is going to happen to you if you do.' 'really?' you raise an eyebrow. 'and what might that be?' he wasn't really ready for any follow up questions so he stutters and thinks of the scariest scenario he can 'toritsuka.' ... 'toritsuka is going to do what? jump me?' 'no. just toritsuka.'

☆ for your birthday or anniversary he does something you call the 'saiki special' where he duplicates himself to give you a full body massage

☆ it's what dreams are made of !!!

☆ but yeah it's a lot of effort so he saves it for special occasions

☆ he would so love to watch trashy reality tv shows with you

☆ but he so uses it against you

☆ like if you are ever studying and are like 'why am i working so hard when you are psychic and can literally set us up for the easy life 😫'

☆ he'll be like.. you know who else never worked hard a day in they're life.. the kardashians!! do you really want to end up like that??

☆ and when you say yes this is the face he makes 😐

☆ dw though bc as i said before he will be in your head during exams so he can help you a little

☆ his love language is actually spoonfeeding you food and desserts

☆ and yes he actually uses his hands opposed to his mind to control the spoon, just to show you that being a psychic doesn't mean he gets to cut corners!

Ugh a/n please bless us with more nsfw links, the leviathan one was PEAK.[I reallyyyy wanna see Beelzebub's, lucifer's or mammon's..... or satan's]

Twitter nsfw links (obey me Pt.2)

a/n here you go, love!<33 Happy I could do Levi right!

Taglist: @l3viat8an @professionalreblogger

Beelzebub:

Sitting on Beel’s face as his tongue flicks on your clit

Beel just can’t get enough of eating you out, your delicious juices are too good, he wants, no, he needs more

Watch his cock slide in and out of your sweet pussy

Beel the muncher, he can’t go one minute without eating your cunt

Lucifer:

Pulling his cock out until only the tip of his cock inside, only to sink it all the way back inside your cunt

Fingering you under your skirt

Sending Lucifer a video while he’s at work

As punishment, you only get to cum by his fingers, his other hand slapping on your poor ass cheek

Mammon:

Mammon can’t help it, you look so pretty sleeping beside him. His cock gets so hard, he feels bad for waking you up, but he needs his cock inside you right now!

Mammon has been stressed, somehow, sucking on your tits makes him calm down

Mammon can’t stop the way his hips moves, he needs to keep breeding you!

Mammon’s cock between your breasts

Satan:

Satan kissing your pussy as a apology for how he’s about to fuck you until your sensitive

Keeping your hands behind your back as he bounces you up and down his cock

An easy way to make sure Satan doesn’t have a bad day is by riding him until he cums

Your hands tied behind your back, Satan’s fingers sinking in and I hurt to your pussy

OKAY! Lemme getttt our boy from FD3 Ian! I am thinking something like fem! afab! reader works with him, late night they close up the hardware store and afterwards end up hooking up in his ride in the parking lot. Just been co-workers a loooong time and the tension finally becomes too much, always had a fun jokey kind of relationship and after like months they finally hook up, rushed and messy but satisfying sex, any kinks you can think of slapping in there, IF YOU PLEASE! Tysfm.

BEX BEX BEX! here is my first request out of a BUNCH and it was such a good one! I love Ian and I have got to write for him more, so thank you for giving me a chance to write some smutty smutty filth for him! I hope you love it!!!

Ian McKinley x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3019

WARNINGS: nsfw, car sex, weed, friends to lovers, banter baby, unprotected sex, oral (amab receiving), riding/cowgirl, dirty talk, slight degradation?, slight praise, implication of more sex, shitty humor bc it's me, not proofread

“You shoot that bird and I shoot you, McKinley.” Ian scoffs, putting the nail gun down. He looks down at you and you have your hands on your hips and a scowl on your face. He makes a show of putting it down onto the shelf before making his way down the ladder. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, well, I only did it because I know you’d actually shoot me,” He says, hopping off of the last rung and turning to face you. It was late, almost midnight, and you and Ian were the only ones left at work. “Fucking dick made us lock up like we don’t have lives,” Ian huffs, pulling a cigarette out of apron pocket followed by a lighter.

Snatching it out of his hand and putting it in your mouth, you wait for him to light it for you with a grin. “No offense Ian, but,” He holds the lighter out, cupping his hand around it as he lights the cigarette, eyes trained on it in your mouth. “You don’t really have a life.”

“Damn. You’ll steal my cigs and then be a bitch?” He says, putting the lighter away. You laugh, taking a puff of it before handing it back to him. “C’mon, let's leave. I’m fucking bored.” You fall into step with him, walking towards the front office to clock out. The two of you continue to pass the cigarette back and forth and he stomps it out when you arrive. “Wanna get something to eat?”

“Asking me on a date or something, McKinley?” You tease as he holds the office door open for you and he gives you a fake smile, shouldering past you. “Relax, sweetheart, it was a joke. Yeah, we can grab a bite. Do you have anything to smoke?” He side eyes you as he clocks out and you give a sheepish smile. “What? I get a better appetite when I’m high.”

He moves to the side, leaning against the desk as you clock out and you ignore the very obvious way he’s staring at your tits. You knew Ian liked you, and you’re sure he knows that you like him, but you’ve never gone further than a few flirty comments here and there. After he and Erin split the flirting seemed to increase from the occasional joke to nearly every conversation.

“Yeah, I have a bit. Y’know, you take way too much of my shit.” He says, holding the door open for you once more as you two leave. He shuts the lights off, plunging the two of you into darkness. “Isn’t this scary?” He says, whispering into your ear as the two of you slowly walk to the exit. “Something could be in the darkness, waiting.”

“Fuck off, Ian.”

“Are you scared?” You elbow him roughly which only earns a laugh from him. “You’re fucking scared! Wow, who knew little old Y/N was scared of the dark?” Finally the two of you reach the front door and you shove it open, ignoring Ian’s teasing; you weren’t scared, he was just an asshole.

Ian locks the front door, whistling to himself, and he grunts when he turns around to see you already at his car door. You didn’t wait for him. Again. He had parked under the only working streetlight and he clicks his key ring and, as you climb into the passenger seat, he gets a brilliant idea. The car alarm blares and you yelp, jumping out of your skin, only for it to cease. Ian's laughter is easily heard from outside the car and you groan, leaning your head back against the headrest. “You’re a fucking dick, you know that?”

He opens up his back seat and grins. “The biggest. Seen it myself.” He crawls in the back and nudges your shoulder. “Come back here.” You huff, debating on if you really wanted to sit in the back seat with him, but the urge to smoke wins. He watches with an amused look as you crawl from the front seat into the back.

“You need a bigger car.” You say with a grin. Ian’s car was unequivocally him; a red 1998 Toyota Camry that was practically falling apart from the inside out. He had stickers and photos plastered on the dashboard, including one of the two of you flipping the camera off, and random items strewn throughout. For Ian, this was clean. He was proud of his car, though, considering he took the job at the hardware store to get enough money to fix it up.

You settle into the seat as Ian pulls out the box he held his weed in, something that you found quite endearing. It was a small lunchbox that had originally been a Superman one, but that young Ian had decorated to resemble him instead. The word ‘Man’ was crossed out, replaced by ‘Ian.’

“Super Ian. Cute.” You say and he gives you a half-assed glare, cheeks flushing. “I’m serious! I think it’s sweet that you kept it. Not sure the kid who made it into Super Ian would have expected it to hold drugs, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“Shut up,” He murmurs but he’s smiling now and you know he doesn’t mean it. You compliment Ian a lot and despite having known you for five years and working with you for two, he still isn’t used to it. Sometimes they were vulgar compliments, like the time his shirt had ridden up at work and you whistled at him, telling him his happy trail was ‘sexy,’ and other times they were innocent like the one you had just given him. Those are the ones that catch him off guard.

He brings the lighter out and puts the blunt in between his lips, lighting it. His eyes close and his body instantly relaxes the second he breathes in the smoke. You watch enamored as he pulls it from his lips, breathing out slowly, smoke filling the car. He catches you staring at him and cocks an eyebrow, handing the blunt to you. “You like what you see?” He teases and you roll your eyes as you take a hit.

“Sure do.” The smug look is knocked off of his face for a second; he hadn’t expected you to admit it. You can feel the tension in the air immediately and you can’t help but notice the way Ian’s tongue comes to wet his bottom lip, eyes trained on yours as you blow out the smoke. You hand it back over to him and your fingers brush against each other.

“Hm. Really?” He asks finally, avoiding your eyes as he breathes in once more. You hum and lean in closer to him, just a bit, and he wonders if you can hear his heartbeat from there. And for a moment the two of you sit there, balancing on the line of will they, won’t they, when Ian breathes out slowly, blowing the smoke in your face.

You kiss him. It's sloppy and slow, your mind is hazy from the weed, but it’s so right. He’s still holding the blunt when he pulls you into his lap, hand on the back of your head, as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He moans into the kiss as you grind down onto him gently and you can’t help but grin; he was already getting hard if the tent in his pants was any indication.

“So fuckin’ hot,” He murmurs against your lips, pulling back only a little to look at your face. Your lips were swollen, pupils blown out, and he thinks you look absolutely perfect. “Been wanting to do this for so long.” He puts the blunt out on the handle of the car before tossing it into the still-open box.

“So why didn’t you?”

“Didn’t want to fuck this up if you weren’t into me,” He responds, hands trailing up the back of your shirt. He leans in to kiss you again but you move, attaching your lips to his neck. Your fingers were raking through his hair and he lets out a soft sigh at the feeling. “Apparently you’ve been wanting to fuck me, though. Why didn’t you do something?”

“You were with Erin for a while,” You whisper against him, nipping at the skin just below his ear. His fingers dig into your back and he tilts his head to the side, letting you continue the assault on his neck as he works on your bra. “Then you weren’t and I kept dropping hints but you never did anything. Figured you weren’t into me like that.”

He scoffs, finally unclasping your bra and grabbing your shirt to pull it off. When you lift your arms to let him slip the garment off of you, he curses at the sight of your bare chest, slipping the bra off of your body and tossing it to the front seat. Before you can say anything his mouth is on your nipple and you gasp, arching into the feeling of his warm mouth.

Ian’s tongue swirls around the bud and he switches to the next, biting down on it gently to draw a moan from you. “Fucking stupid,” He says, hands working on your jeans. “‘Course I was into you. Why the fuck do you think me and Erin broke up?”

“What?” You pull back and stare at him, eyebrows furrowed. “You told me it’s because she realized she was into girls.”

He shrugs, resuming what he had been doing. “That’s part of the reason. The other reason is she walked in on me jerking off calling your name.” You swallow hard just as he gets your jeans unbuttoned and he looks up at you with that same cocky smile. “Yeah. I kept touching myself wishing it was you. Wishing it was your hands, or lips, or cunt,” The last word is sharp and he couples it with shoving his hand down your pants, finger gliding across your clothed slit, the fabric of your underwear rubbing against your clit. “Around my cock. Thought about bending you over the desk in the office and fucking you in front of everyone.”

“Yeah?” You try to keep your voice from cracking but his fingers have finally shoved your underwear aside and were dipping in between your folds. “Fuck, Ian. God,” The feeling has your breath catching in your throat and you can’t help but grind down onto his fingers, eyes squeezing shut.

“Mhm. Did you? Did you imagine this happening while you touched yourself at night?” He asks coolly, his fingers pausing in their movements. When you open your eyes and look down at him, his eyes are dark, swollen lips parted, waiting. Waiting for you to answer him before he’d continue.

Swinging your leg off of him he takes his own shirt off, working on his belt as you slid your jeans and underwear off. You were completely bare for him now and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “I did. In fact,” You pull him out of his pants and he groans, head tilting to the side at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him. He had dreamt and thought about this exact thing happening dozens of times and this still beat out those dreams by a long shot. “I did just last night. I had a toy and pretended it was your cock and shoved it down my throat ‘till I gagged. And then I kept going.”

With your ass in the air, on your knees, you stare up at Ian as you take him into your mouth. Your throat was warm, wet, and, the further you took him, tight. Nothing could compare to the feeling of your throat constricting around him as you gagged only to push forward until you had him fully seated in your throat. “Oh my fucking god,” Ian says as you begin to bob your head slowly, tongue flat against his cock. “You’re so fucking, shit. Shit, you’re amazing,” He stutters as you catch him off guard by swirling your tongue around his tip.

He held a strong grip on the back of your head as you blew him, occasionally forcing your head down just a bit further. You knew from the flex of his hips and the way his other hand was digging into the seats upholstery, that he wanted nothing more than to face fuck you. Pulling off of him, you have drool on the corners of your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks, and you pull him in for a kiss. “Can you fuck me?”

“Ask nicely.” He says and you roll your eyes, swinging your legs to straddle him once again. His cock was pressed against your folds and you grind against him slightly, the two of you moaning in unison. His cock was painfully hard at this point and feeling the heat and wetness of your cunt grinding down against him was almost too much.

“Please fuck me, Ian,” You say. Normally you’d tell him to fuck off but you desperately needed to feel him inside you. “Please? I need to feel you in me, bet you’ll stretch me so good, baby.” He pulls you in for a bruising kiss, pulling back almost as quickly so he can watch as he lines himself up at your entrance. You sink down ever so slowly, inch by inch, and his face is twisted in pleasure.

“Fuck, so tight,” He grunts as you finally take him fully. He was deep inside you, deeper than any of the toys you had used while pretending to get fucked by him, and you can feel him twitch. “Gonna fuck you good, aren’t I? Tell me what you want me to do, baby. Christ, you’re wet, fuck.”

He cant think straight, not when you’re squeezing around him the way you are and then you start to move your hips and he wants to fucking marry you. “Want you to fuck me, use me, I don’t care. Just want to cum around you,” Ian grabs ahold of your hips and thrusts up into you, nearly jolting your head into the roof.

“Sorry,” He says but continues fucking into you and you lean over to rest your forehead against his own. Ian’s moaning loudly, saying your name each time you clench around him. Your hand falls to your cunt, fingers circling your clit quickly, chasing your high. “F-fuck, fuck you feel so good, Y/N. You close?” You whimper in response; you can’t think. You don’t want to think, you just want to have Ian fuck you like this forever. “Yeah, you’re squeezin’ around me. Bet you’re dying to cum around me, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, Ian, please. I wanna cum so bad.”

“C’mon, then. You can do it, be good for me, alright? I know you’re a bitch normally but you can be a good girl and listen, right?” You did, you wanted to be good for him. Squeezing your eyes shut you focus on the pit in your stomach, the feeling of your fingers on your clit, Ian’s fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of your hips, the way his cock was slamming into you just right-

With a strangled cry you cum, nails digging into Ian’s shoulder and you nearly sob from the pleasure. “Good girl, good fucking girl,” He moans, taking in a shaky breath. He was so, so, so close. “Where do you want me to cum, hm? Want me to cover that pretty face of yours, shit. Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Or do you want me to cover these tits?”

“Cum in me!” He hesitates for a split second and you open your eyes and begin to meet his thrusts halfway. “Please, fuck! Please fill me up, wanna make you feel good, want you to cum in me so bad, Ian.”

“Fuck. Fuck, just take it, alright? Take my cum. M’gonna, fuck, m’gonna cum.” He lets out a loud whimper as he cums, forcing your hips down onto him, keeping you flush against him. Your foreheads were still pressed together and your hands are tracing his collarbone as you wait for him to come down from his high.

Ian gives you a soft smile and kisses you quick, still out of breath. He was seated inside you, his cum leaking out of you slowly. “That was so fucking good,” He says and you laugh, nuzzling into his chest. He lets go of your hips and you can already feel the bruises blossoming though you smile; tomorrow you’d wake up and see his fingertips etched into your skin, reminding you that this really happened. He kisses your temple, hugging you, pulling you in closer to him.

“So… are you still hungry?” You ask and he laughs, a real laugh, and you pull away from him with a grin. “What? I told you I get a better appetite when I’m high.”

“Appetite for dick,” He teases and you groan, pushing at his chest. He grabs ahold of your wrist and pulls you back in for another kiss, a slower one, and his eyes seem to have a sparkle in them. “Let’s get dressed and I’ll take you home, I’m pretty hungry, too.”

“Wow, so you really were asking me on a date, McKinley,”

“God, you’re a bitch, y’know that?” He says, tossing you your underwear from the pile of clothing. You snort and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you redress. Somehow, getting dressed in a car is way harder than getting undressed. “And besides, I never said I was hungry for food.” You cock an eyebrow and he grabs your chin, leaning in to kiss you and pausing just before your lips connect. “Still gotta eat that pretty pussy of yours.”

He grins and moves, stepping out of the backseat and getting back into the driver's seat. “And y’know what, sweetheart?” He calls back, turning the car on and looking at you in the rearview mirror. “Don’t bother putting any of your clothes on. It’ll just waste time.”

oh the things that id let ian mckinley do to me..

Hi Oji! 🩵🩵

I'm taking you up on your offer for Lucifer comfort. I'm in the hospital awaiting emergency surgery and could really use something lucifer related (and maybe Mammon and Beelie too if it's not too much trouble) for comfort. Like what they would do for a s/o who needed an emergency procedure or something. I would appreciate it 😭😭😭

S/O who needs Emergency Surgery

Oh gosh, I hope everything goes well 🫂 :( of course I'll write you something and I hope it manages to comfort you even if only a bit

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Tags/Warnings: hospital/medical themes, surgery mention, sick reader, comfort, reader has longer hair or bangs (Beel)

Lucifer

If the news find him late, Lucifer feels his heart drop down drastically. He doesn't waste a second to get to where you are and hopes he can see you once more before you get carted into the surgery room

If you're with him at the time, Lucifer is already in his caring big brother Mode, worrying and taking care of you since you're not feeling well

He doesn't want to wait for the emergency vehicle to arrive, so he's driving you to the hospital yourself (or flying if possible)

Of course, Lucifer will also carry you if you want or need him to and when you get to the emergency station in the hospital, they already know he's the an who just called them to tell them you'd be there soon without him having to say anything

They would be quicker in accommodating you if they know in advance, he told you and sure enough, you don't have to wait long to be laid down on a hospital bed and get the medical attention you need

Lucifer is there by your side the whole time, holding your hand when you're on your way to the surgery room and kissing the back of it, whispering assurances just loud enough for you to hear him too

"You're so brave for me." "Everything will be fine." "I will be here when you wake up."

If there's still time before you have to get that surgery, Lucifer bring you anything you ask him to or at least organises others bringing you those things if it's something like clothes or a comfort item you forgot at home

He can read to you, tell you old stories of his brothers and him or just hold you in his arms if possible. Whatever you need, Lucifer wants to make sure you don't feel alone and that you won't feel too anxious about the upcoming procedure

If it helps, he can find out what exactly they will do and how it should help you, so that you don't feel like you're going in blindly without any idea what's going to happen while you're unconscious

While you're in surgery and after you got out and have to sleep off the rest of the anesthetic, Lucifer uses his time to organise everything so that you will be as comfortable as possible once you wake up

The sterile hospital room looks much more homely with your own blankets and your favorite flowers on the bedside table. There's even that picture of the brothers and you that you keep on your desk and the messages you got aren't overwhelming because Lucifer told them to keep it short. They could come see you once you were awake, so they didn't have to spam you with messages

The best thing however was seeing Lucifer once you woke up. He's so gentle and soft spoken, telling you to take it easy and calling in the nurse to check you over now that you've regained consciousness

He will take over helping you with anything like changing clothes or washing yourself, reluctantly letting the nurses take care of any bandages and such

Mammon

If he wasn't there when you and maybe those around you realised you needed medical attention asap, Mammon would feel so very very guilty for not being there. Even if he knows that it probably wouldn't have changed much and you'd still have to go to the hospital, Mammon wanted to be there for you when you need him. He'd run to were you are when he gets the news with such desperation that it's almost like he teleported

If however, you were close to him in that moment or perhaps in the same house, Mammon would be by your side in and instant and not leave you until you tell him to or he gets kicked out for trying to get into the surgery room with you

He will carry you if you want or need it, hold your hand and keep checking in with you

"Did it get worse?" "Can I do anything?" "Do you need some water?"

Barging into the emergency station of the hospital and demanding loudly that they give you the medical attention you need right this moment, was something you could have expected from Mammon

If you have the capacity to feel embarrassed in that moment, you can hide your face at least to not see all the attention fall on the two of you

Fair enough though, it makes the staff take care of you quickly. Finding you a bed and a room and figuring out what you need before scheduling a surgery as fast as possible (and needed, depending on what the issue is)

Mammon is a ball of anxious energy and when he's not able to be with you, he's gnawing on his fingernails, frowning and walking in circles. The urge to just try and get back into that surgery room again to at least see you was strong but considering it didn't work the first time and they were now in the middle of it, he'd only be interrupting or worse, surprising the doctors which could mean they may make a mistake and-

Yeah no, he needed to stay outside. He'd be there whenever you got out at least

If you still have some time together before the actual procedure and you're staying together in your hospital room, Mammon sits on a chair next to you and will try to help by distracting you any way you want

You can talk or he can just read you stories even if he's not the best at reading aloud or he can tell you all about this scheme he thought up or that movie he wants to watch with you...

If you're scared, Mammon will hug you (as much as possible) and let you tell him all about it. He doesn't really know what he can do but he at least promises you that he will be here, with you and that he's sure you will be better soon

By the time you wake up after the surgery, you can find Mammon sleeping in the chair next to your bed. He's sure to have a sore neck when he wakes up

There are messages from the brothers, royals, angels and other friends and family you may have and Mammon told his brothers to bring your favorite flowers and some clothes for you to change when you could. There was no way he would leave your side unless absolutely necessary and once he's awake, you know he will take care of you in any way you need

Beelzebub

Beel is someone who is overwhelmingly protective of those he loves and you're no exception. He feels as if he should keep you safe from anyone and anything and knowing that you need medical help and he can't do anything makes him feel helpless

Still, his mere presence next to you, his hand holding yours or brushing your hair from your forehead, is so soothing. Since he's not a demon of many words, Beel mostly takes to just staying by your side and answering anything you ask. Of course, he can also tell you stories to distract you if you ask him to do so. Mostly he tells you stories from the time they were in the Celestial Realm. Of Lilith and how different his brothers were and what was the same and all the shenanigans they got up to

It irks Beel that he cannot stay by your side when you finally go into surgery but he clenches his teeth and leaves to eat away his frustrations and anxiety over everything going well in there

He's not too far away however and takes food with him to eat while he waits for you to wake up

When you regain consciousness, you find him kneeling next to your bed, his hand holding yours while his head is laid on the mattress as he sleeps

Petting his head makes him wake up immediately and the way he fusses over you without hesitation makes you chuckle

"How do you feel?" "Do you want anything to eat? Do you crave something specific?" "Here's some water, you should drink." "I got you favorite snacks... I didn't eat half of them, so you can have them if you want."

If possible, Beel can even hold you in his arms now that you're awake again (please let him, he needs the reassurance that you're safe) and if you want, he will feed you too

Hospital food is horrible but don't worry, Beel will eat it for you so it doesn't go to waste and instead call someone to bring you something you actually like

The Only One

Rick x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : life is strange in the rick and morty universe, as we all know. But things get just that little bit weirder when Rick meets you. Something seems oddly familiar with you, but for once In his life he has no idea why. So he searches from reality to reality to try and see if he had met another version of you, only to realise there where none. You where the only one. That’s when it finally hit him…

This is inspired by a song from Rick and morty that I think is beautiful https://youtu.be/epiOcz3HXNo

I accidentally got carried away and wrote too much, so I will probably just do a part 2 so it’s not to much to read if anyone is interested <3

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Humans are such fragile creatures, always have been and always will be. You knew that, but you refused to surrender down to it. Not wanting to be included In whatever earth had to offer, so you ran away. And not like how a silly fourteen years old runs away from home, Hah… no.

You left the fucking planet, not leaving behind a single trail or speck of dust for someone to follow you with. Your intelligence and ambition was all you needed to carry yourself through life. Travelling the infinite void of space, soon making a name for yourself. For good and for bad. An ordinary person couldnt even dream nor comprehend the things you’ve experienced or seen. And that’s just how you liked it. Being different. It was truly a gift to be intelligent.

And then there was rick, high IQ and normally not happy about it. Seeing his intelligence as a curse. Rick hadn’t seen it all, it was impossible, but he thought he had seen enough to make a valid opinion on life.

It’s pointless.

Such a bitter man with a bitter view on everything, including himself. You see, when you have an overwhelming amount of knowledge weighing down on your mind, you can go two ways. The first being ricks way, not caring about anything since he has seen how big the universe is and doesn’t see a point.

Then there’s your way, feeling blessed to be able to see things that no one else can, and finding a new reason to live every single day.

You two where polar opposites, but also the same. You where both alone in a universe you felt didn’t need you anymore.

The day both of your worlds collided should have been written down in the history books. It was the day both of your beliefs where almost questioned. Wondering whether fate really does exist.

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Out of the many things you have done, you’ve never visited the same place twice. Making everyday an adventure, as much of a cliche as that sounds it’s true. Not only that, but you seem to have people after you almost everywhere. For your intelligence, or for revenge. But there is one particular spot you cannot get enough of. Finding yourself there when you lose yourself.

It’s an isolated planet in the middle of the andromeda galaxy. It’s a newly ‘emerging moon’ as you like to call it. In fact, you pretty much founded this planet, since its a recent creation. This also means there is no intelligent life yet evolved, so it is safe for you to do what you please.

You go there often, to watch the two suns set over its small horizon and the thousands of stars come into view. Giving you time to reflect on your life. To appreciate it, but not to regret anything. The stars are far to beautiful to bring your mind to anything negative. The planet itself seems to project the meaning of peace and tranquillity even without life. Maybe that’s why it’s so comforting.

Your thoughts where leaving your mind, as you held your eyes closed. Feeling the breeze brush through your hair gently. That beautiful, genuine smile found its way to your face without you noticing. You where to lost in the feeling of relaxation.

But that soon came to an end. That euphoric state was snapped out of you when you noticed a bright light coming towards you. Getting bigger and bigger in just seconds. Until it became more clear, it was a spacecraft of some sort. A poorly built one to say the least. You sat and watched, mesmerised, as the flames from the object slowly engulfed it. Burning in the atmosphere. Finally hitting the ground, you shook your head and sighed. Being brought back into reality.

The flames took a second to fade after the ship had crashed. And it was clearer to see, it was the stereotypical UFO. The type you’d see in cheesy ski-fi films. But it had encryptions written in English. Which was very unusual, especially for it to be in this part of the galaxy.

What was even stranger was that it didn’t have even the slightest burn mark to it’s metal. Your vision of it became clearer and clearer the closer you got, slowly creeping past the incredibly green trees towards it. But just before you got too close, a figure fell out of the vehicle. Swearing like a drunken sailor.

This is what really messed with you, it was a human. You gasped quietly, not being able to remember the last time you saw one. A mix of feelings rushed over you; confusion, fear, excitement? You couldn’t help but stare, his unique blue hair bounced as he picked himself up, not even bothering to dust off the dirt on his lab coat.

“Fuck! You fucking piece of shit spacecraft. You’ve really done it this time Rick you fucking…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as he kicked the lump of metal. Screaming at the top of his voice.

“Fuck!”

You caught a small glimpse of his face, and recognised him. But you weren’t sure where from. You had met millions of people over the years so he could really be anyone. But there was something so compelling about his character. Something that felt like you where being pushed towards him. Or pulled, by a red string perhaps. Something that was just telling you to interact with him.

You stayed hidden behind a rather tall tree, still collecting your thoughts and questioning whether you should help him. Rick had slumped himself against the ship, putting his hands to his face and grunting. Pausing his breakdown for a second to take a sip from his flask, then proceeding to carry on.

He stayed like this for a good few minutes, before you had decided to approach him. Your curiosity and questions where burning at the edge of your mind. You just had to investigate. Keeping a hand on your weapon tucked neatly in a pocket behind your back. You slowly walked towards him, not even being able to speak before he noticed you.

A gun had been pulled to you, aiming directly between your eyes

“What do you want? I’m not in the mood so just tell me in advance if I should shoot you or not..” his eyebrows furrowed, looking at the hand tucked behind your back.

You rolled your eyes, putting your hands up in surrender. Just how you remembered humans to be. Aggressive and impulsive.

“Calm down, I saw your ship crash. Thought you where in need of some assistance. And put that gun down, god…” to your surprise, he did. With a loud grunt he put his gun back into his pocket and turned away. Usually, he probably would’ve shot on site. And who’s to say he still won’t, but right in this moment he is too preoccupied to care.

“God doesn’t fucking exist…” he mumbled “and I definitely don’t need any assistance!”

You raised an eyebrow at him, watching him as he attempted to fix his broken ship. Opening the lid to the engine and being greeted by a storm of smoke. Now Seconds away from another breakdown.

“Are you… okay?” You hesitantly asked, daring to inch closer to him. Probably was the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. He threw the wrench down at the engine as he exploded.

“No, I’m not fucking okay. I lost my grandson, the entire galactic government is after me, I broke my portal gun and I just crashed my ship into a planet with no helpful resources to fix it.!” His speech sped up, and he went dead silent when he stopped talking. Clearly regretting telling you anything. He is usually good at keeping his mind together and keeping his problems to himself. But he had so much adrenaline pumping through his blood, he could barely concentrate.

“I’m, i’m sorry for your loss” is all you managed to get out

“What? Oh no, my grandsons not dead. I just left him somewhere and forgot exactly where…” he spoke slightly softer, still grunting as he tried to analyse his engine.

There was a small silence while you processed everything he had just said. Moving closer to get a look at his engine, you shook your head.

“You’ve burnt it out…”

“Yeah, no shit smart ass” he bit at you

You rolled your eyes and snatched the spanner from the place he had dropped it. Not using it to fix his engine, but you pulled out a small metal box from your pocket instead. Fixing a few pieces together. Rick stood there and watched with a puzzled look on his face. Moving his eyes from the gadget, then up to get a look at you.

His eyebrows softened as he took in your features, the creases in his forehead disappeared. A rush of a strange feeling replaced the adrenaline, not being able to pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like it. He could only describe it as his heart softening, and getting lost in a place that was familiar to him. Thats what he felt when he looked at your eyes, reflecting off of his.

“Hav-have we met before?” He said in a much calmer tone

You placed the gadget on the engine and pressed a small red button on the top, looking up at him.

“I don’t think so?” The box moved around the engine, like a shield. Fixing it effortlessly, Ricks eyes darted from you, to the engine, then back to you. Now with amazement written all over his face.

Deja vu was the only state good enough to describe what he was experiencing. You broke the silence by holding a hand out to introduce yourself.

“I’m y/n”

It took a quick second for him to respond, still trying to process your face and remember how he knows you.

“I’m… Rick” he finally shook your hand.

“Rick Sanchez..”

That name was oddly familiar to you. Like you’d heard it in a dream. Or it was a loved ones name in a past life. You felt like you had heard it before, in a very distant memory. But no recollection of the connection.

“That seems…familiar” you tilted your head, squinting your eyes at the old man who gave you the same look.

“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you knew me. I am the smartest man In the universe”

DRUNK PROPOSALS !

ft : miya atsumu, keiji akaashi, oikawa tooru

warnings : satirical mentions of dying, pregnancy, fem reader in atsumu's ( im sorry idk how to execute that idea gender neutrally ?? )

note : reader and boys r already in a relationship, this is ab marriage proposals help

MIYA ATSUMU

KEIJI AKAASHI

OIKAWA TOORU

LMAOOOO

CRYING or whatever

Living with the brothers would include...

Okay these are headcanons I have from the brothers and your life in the house of lamentations. I ended up making it sweeter and more wholesome than I expected lol, but I hope you like it!💕

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Non-native writing, so if you find a mistake please let me know!

Reader: Gender Neutral.

The first week of your stay there it was very common to feel sick or without energy, this is due to the HUGE amount of dark magic that surrounds the house.

And not just any magic, magic from the three elders of the family. Protection magic made to take care not only of the house but also of the youngest members of the family.

It is a routine to see Lucifer walk the halls before everyone goes to sleep. You learned, after asking him why the hell he was so creepily pacing the halls, that he would put up barriers and seal the house in case some idiot, because come on who would ever think of harming the princes of hell, tried to break into the house or hurt his brothers while they were in their most vulnerable states.

Then in the early morning Leviathan patrols the house, just to make sure everyone is okay and that the elder's barriers are working properly.

When it's time to get up you can feel Mammon's magic all around, this gives them not only protection but also good luck before they leave home.

Over time your body got used to this magic protecting you constantly, to such an extent that you could feel when one of them was missing.

At breakfast time it is almost a golden rule that everyone is at the table. If one is missing, no one will touch the food until he appears, not even Beel breaks this rule.

It is quite normal for the food to be too much, but grotesquely too much. In fact all the brothers eat a lot, but of course, not as much as the avatar of gluttony. So there are almost never any leftovers at any meal.

When it's time to go to RAD, Lucifer checks each of his brothers and you. He does this to prevent any dangerous items from being taken to the institution, but in truth, none of them would even think of taking anything like that.

Lucifer and his brothers just want an excuse to look after and be looked after. The eldest usually arranges uniforms and hair of his brothers while waiting to be picked up by Diavolo.

Walking to RAD alone is not an option. You have several options for getting there. First you can go with Mammon and Leviathan (when he decides to go to class), in the second eldest's car. Second you have Satan or Asmo who are usually picked up by their friends. Third you can walk with the twins, or you can travel on Beel's back, who is used to carrying a sleeping Belphie in his arms, and you, believe me, won't weigh an ounce to this giant.

Lucifer is not really an option unless you want to be stuck in administrative and political meetings for at least three hours and be late for class. Plus Lucifer refuses to let you miss your classes so it's a no go.

One thing you will never understand is the sixth sense of location that these guys have because they always, ALWAYS, know the exact location of the rest of their brothers. Although usually if you ask they will refuse to answer you because they know you will be spending time alone with that person you are looking for and of course, they are jealous as fuck lol.

Sometimes you tend to forget that they are brothers and domestic or natural moments in siblings reminds you and helps you understand that it's actually not as different as human families, these moments are:

One of the most common is to hear them yelling at each other from one room to the other, they are not even fighting, they are just asking each other questions or asking for items to be handed to them.

You can always hear Satan and Asmo complaining about the mess some of them leave around the house.

Many times you saw the brothers laughing while blocking the door to another one, who screams and bangs the door insulting until they let him out, usually this is done by Belphie because he is a brat.

It is very common to hear them running and racing to get into the kitchen, snitching on each other to Lucifer or to occupy a space on the couch.

Canonically your room is next to the kitchen, so it is common to hear them at different times of the day fighting over food portions eaten by others, or just talking.

In the first few weeks, you had a hard time adjusting to the size of the house. More than once you opened rooms that led nowhere before you found the right one.

In fact, the house of lamentations has many, many false corridors, rooms and walls, and you can also find several secret rooms if you look hard enough.

Let's talk a little bit about your room, you are lucky to have a single bathroom, everyone does in fact. Can you imagine having to share a bathroom with 7 guys?

It's very common to find the brothers' stuff in your room, your stuff also tends to disappear.

If you do a full cleaning of your room and look in the most remote places you will find all kinds of things belonging to them.

It's no coincidence that they are there, the brothers hide their stuff so your room smells like them in case you want to bring an unknown demon into your bedroom.

You can call it marking territory if you want lol.

Regarding your lost items, let me tell you that once you lose them you will hardly ever find them back, your only hope is to literally cry in front of the brothers while telling them how important that item was to you.

A few days later it will appear in the most obvious place in your room.

The study sessions were more normal than you expected.

Usually someone would ask in the group chat about a class they didn't understand and then everyone would meet in the library, some with the same question, others with a different one.

Satan and Lucifer are the ones who usually teach the rest. There are times when Belphie joins in and explains some things.

If you want to know more about the past of the brothers or if you have some questions about the bible, religion or any subject related to the Celestial realm or the Devildom, that is the best time to collect information and learn more about them.

The brothers seem happy to answer your very human questions. Plus their answers are shocking and revealing to you.

So don't be surprised if you end up leaving the library questioning everything you thought you knew lol.

Something you understood after a while is that meals are very important moments for the brothers, they rarely have breakfast, lunch or dinner separately. It's the best time where you can see them interact and be a relatively normal family.

To be honest, at first it was hard for them to include you in their routines, there have been seven of them since long before you existed and adding an eighth one back to the family table was difficult for everyone.

However, you are now indispensable to the family.

Their lives had completely changed when the exchange program started.

And at first everything felt strange, as if you didn't belong there, as if you were invading a space that didn't belong to you and wasn't meant for you.

Now sitting in that eighth chair felt natural, as if you had always been there. As if that was your place.

Despite being a human, despite having a life far from Devildom, that place, that house and those seven brothers felt more like family to you than probably many of your blood relatives.

The bond you had with them was something you never expected to have with beings so… disliked in your world.

It was so different from what you had heard and learned throughout your life, it was something beautiful that you ended up finding in the most unexpected place.

You had found a place where you belonged. It was almost as natural as breathing for you.

That place is now your home.

I WANT HIM

dating lucifer

notes: lucifer is my babygirl

tagging: @belsumu @hoshiikos @silkylious

lucifer doesn't treat you much different publicly when you two start dating

he does dote on you a bit more than he would if you two weren't dating

you're able to get away with a lot more things now though he won't turn a blind eye to shenanigans with diavolo

he's not going to suddenly listen to you when you ask him to take a break but depending on the trust you two have built thus far lucifer will entrust you with certain tasks that he'd normally do himself

asks you to come sit with him in his study just to hear you talk and offer you tea/snacks

always has a hand on you when in public, not suggestively more on the possessive side

he's scaring away lesser demons as well as subtly keeping you close to him, it's a win win

offers you his coat when you two go out and it's a bit cold, he doesn't take it often so accept it before he drapes it across your shoulders himself

he's not very affectionate privately or publicly, if you initiate in public he won't bat you away but he will give you a look to settle down; if you do it in private however he'll reciprocate easily sometimes without even looking up from his work

kisses your hand, cheek and temple fairly often sometimes on autopilot; he does it when he's leaving to go meet with diavolo or to go to a student council meeting that you didn't need to attend as long as it's not in front of his brothers

he doesn't demand your attention, lucifer understands that you can be busy but go too long without talking to him, he'll pull you in his study for as long as you can to sit and catch up essentially

gifts aren't a frequent thing with lucifer but when he gives them you can tell a lot of thought was put into it and he didn't just get it without thinking about if you'd like it or use it

still has plenty of expectations for you but does dial back a little when he sees that you're struggling to keep up and offers his help when he can

please reblog as it helps more than likes do!

Obey me texts

Levi: nose

Levi: GUYS I JUST TYPED NOSE WITH MY NOSE LOLLL

Mammon: heart

Levi: what the fuck

Lucifer: Mammon are you okay?

Lucifer: MAMMON?!

Asmo: Dick

Would you, idk, marry me by any chance? 🤨

Definitely

I find it hilarious how fucking DEVASTATED BoTw Link is about losing a Mario kart race.

Thousands of people died during the calamity including your best friends and it’s your job to fix what’s left.

You got 7th place in Mario Kart.

My oven has given up and is just giving me bullshit times

I love this<3

Check out the notes on "Does Belphie smoke weed?"

Could you do an imagine of Mammon finding out about MC & Belphie?

Maybe with a lil' fluff?

Of course! (p.s. theladyofterror is my main blog, this is a sideblog!)

Mammon finding out about Mc and Belphie smoking weed:

Mammon was looking for Mc, they weren’t in their room, so the hunt began. He’d just come up with a new way to earn money, and he needed his human to be his partner in it! He might even split some of the profit with them!

But first he had to find them...

He knew MC had been hanging out with Belphie, so he checked Beel and Belphie’s room, but nobody was there, so that left the attic. He didn’t even get halfway up the stairs before he recognized the smell of, what he thought was, one of his failed attempts at profit. He hurried up to find both of them, Mc taking a hit and Belphie coughing on his.

“Hey, what’s goin’ on in here?! Where’d ya get that?!” Mammon spoke, strutting in like he wasn’t just looking for Mc. “Is that my Devil’s Lettuce?! Did ya take it from my room?!” He accused them, only for Mc to look at him funny.

“I got this from the human realm, it’s weed, and it’s damn good.” Mc said, now taking another hit as Belphie agreed with a hum.

“Ya mean humans have been profitin’ offa my creation?! That ain’t fair!” He slumped his shoulders and sighed, “I should be gettin’ somethin’ outa this!”

“There’s no way you made weed, Mammon...” Belphie spoke up, but was hushed by Mc. “I mean, if you did make it, you should prove it and make us some more. We’re almost out.” Belphie gestured to Mc’s bag, that had only an ounce or two left. Mc made a sound in agreement.

“If you do, I’ll even pay you for it. Better yet, if it’s better than this, I’ll only go to you for it.” Mc said, gesturing to Mammon with their bong in hand. Mammon lit up at the idea, and he put his hands on his hips.

“HAH! You’re lucky to have The GREAT Mammon here! I’m gonna make the BEST Devil’s Lettuce you’ve EVER had!” He nearly shouted the words, “AND it’ll smell better!”

“You’re the best, Mammon!” Mc said, and Mammon ran out of the room with a smile plastered on his face. He had work to do, a brother to prove wrong, and his human to make proud!

Am I the only one that likes soft sec/making love with Satan more than rough/angry sex?

attractive fashion things men do- Obey Me! edition

so for some reason these random habits/actions that men have when it comes to fashion(?), that i find attractive have just been circling my head and i kept imagining the OM! boys doing them so i need to write it down

this is practically a thirst post so i’m gonna be safe and rate this 15+ (please forgive me)

also i just wanna preface this by saying that obviously these things are not just limited to men,, anyone is attractive doing them i just wanted to make a post in context of men. i hope i make sense.

when men wear sweatpants that hang just low enough on their hips to show their hipbones (bonus if they’re shirtless lol)

Mammon, Levi, Beel, Belphie, Simeon (we all collectively worship his hipbones,, right?)

on the same vein, when their pants are low and the waist band of their briefs peeks through just a bit- like yk how they do it in those Calvin Klein ads- ya that

Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Diavolo, Solomon

when men are wearing a tie and they loosen it by pulling it down slightly and shaking it??? y’all know what i mean-

Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon

piercings and jewellery. no i will not elaborate.

Mammon, Levi (for cosplays, at least), Asmo, Belphie (he had a rebellious phase), Diavolo, Barbatos (i can picture him with a nose ring- don’t ask me why).

when men roll the sleeves of their shirt up and unbutton some of the top buttons

Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, Diavolo, Solomon.

when men play with their hair and do the little head shake thing and then do it again (oddly specific, i know).

Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Belphie, Simeon.

when their tshirt peeks up to show just a sliver of skin but they’re not even lifting their arms or anything??? it’s like the lord is testing me. anyways.

Mammon, Levi, Asmo, Belphie, Barbatos, Simeon.

oh and related, but some men just casually lift their shirts to wipe their mouth and drop it again like SIR HELLO????

Lucifer (if he’s really distracted), Mammon, Satan, Beel, Diavolo, Solomon.

when men wear kajal (i think it’s called kohl in english?? but it’s kajal idc)

Lucifer (that one card😩😩), Levi, Asmo, Belphie (he definitely had a ‘guy liner’ phase), Barbatos, Simeon.

when they adjust their cuff link/ watch/ sleeve button absent-mindedly like sjsksksksl

Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Asmo, Barbatos, Solomon.

YALL PLEASE IN NEED IDEAS IM BEGGINGBYALL

YOU PLAY WIT YOURSELF 🥺🙏

@oreosplease @nonotthebasement @xxcha0t1c-racc00nxx

Twirling my 6ft long toe nail hair with my 000000000.01 cm long finger my 1cm legs shook wit pleasure.

(These are what ur feet look like, imagine them with longer toe nail hair)

There was always something about playing with my tow nail hair that filled my SMALL CUTE AND PETITE body with so much pleasure that I would just cum on the spot🥺🥺🥺

Jeffy Weffy wouldn't like me doing this, he says only he can play with my CUTE toe nail hair but I can't help but want to play with it. Even if I cum to many times.

Right now I b ok my 10th orgasm already and my CUTE AND PERFECT little voice fills Jeff's dirty, disgusting room that is nothing like me. I am perfect after all.

Idk when he will come back and right now as I twerl my blonde toe nail hair that comes out from underneath my toe nails, I could care less. It's long like I'm playing with my booty hair or anything. That is completely off limits for Jeffy Weffy.

Suddenly the door bursts open and their is Jeffy Weffy in his full pale Glory.

His crusty musty hair fell behind his skinny shoulders that be looking like they on life support, his blood drained white hoodie is dripping with blood as usual and his black skinny jeans are looking as musty as ever. Hi red, crusty lips are dripping their skin flakes onto the floor not like that's unusual for him, they always be doing that and his BEAUTIFUL DARK BLUE SPARKLING EYES are filled with some anger as he bite his crusty lips, getting some more flakes onto the ground as they were already in a 5 ft pile on the floor.

Stompinh over to me with his big man feet he glared down on my skinny and perfect 2'1 form, my big breasts were at least 2fr long were seating in my back hoodie bc I hates myself so much, my big fat juicy ass underneath me making the clapping sound that it always makes as my skinny stomach and small waist make me basically perfect.

Looking up at him with my PERFECT blue eyes in fear j shiver at the feeling of his lip crust pouring into my small form.

"Baby growl, were you playing with your lovely toe nail hair wit out me? "

His deep, sexy voice made me cum on the spot before I answered in my high pitched femine voice.

"Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes m-m-m-m-m-m-my c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-crust d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-daddy"

Smirking down at me 1 ft of crusty covered my small and CUTE form as I twerles my toe nail hair in my finger before he grabbed it with his big man hand that was 1000000000x bigger than mine and softly threw it back at me, making me fall over and moan in my CUTE voice before he responded

"Loo like u finna ge punnish"

Part two????? 🥺🙏

YALL I’m sorry I gave up on the side characters ☹️

Wanna kiss 😍

🤔🤔maybe

What about head cannons for what type of cars the brothers/side characters would drive?

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST

(I DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT CARS SO ILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE THIS AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE)

This is part 1, I’ll do part 2 (the side characters) later

Pt.1-type of cars that the brothers would drive :>

Lucifer:

I feel like he would drive a 2022 black Dodge Charger

Why? You may ask. I have no idea I just get a feeling

Kidding, I feel like he can get around pretty fast and if there was a car the screamed ‘dominate’ that would be the car

He doesn’t drive it a lot since he works from home and the only places he usually goes is to RAD and the Lords castle.

He used to have a 2016 which looked pretty similar but Mammon convinced him to change it up so he looked more ‘modern’

“Heyyyyyy Luciferrrrr,” Mammon lazily said as he tried to catch up to Lucifer, they were walking to RAD and Mammon had noticed Lucifer’s car. Lucifer turned towards Mammon unimpressed thinking that he was gonna ask for his credit card back and was now ready to say no to him again for the 1000th time. “You should really change your car, 2016 was soooooo long ago.” Mammon said exaggerating the ‘so’ to make his point that 2016 had pasted a pretty long time ago. Lucifer raised his eyebrows taken by surprised that mammon didn’t ask him for the credit card, he looked forward again and throughout the school day he really thought about it. ‘There’s nothing wrong with my car? Why should I change it? It’s just a car I don’t even use it…Maybe MC will like it..hm maybe’ And as you know but the end of the day he ended up getting a new car. That night he invite MC for a drive around his favorite parts of the devildom.

Mammon:

MY FAVORITE BOY

Ok, from the looks of it he seems to have a 1969 Ford Mustang in his room

For me it seems that he like classical cars, no other reason than that in the human realm they are pretty valuable(money wise)

He pretty much drives a similar one since the one he has in his room is for ‘exhibit’

So what I’ve come to think is that he drives a 1955 chevy bel air

I know it’s way off from the 1969 Ford Mustang in his room but whenever I think about Mammon driving a car, that’s the car I imagine he drives.

“Yo yo yo! MC lets go drive around the devildom! I’ll even get us food, my treat!” Mammon grinned as he jiggled the keys to his car. MC smiled at him as they walked towards Mammon and followed him to his car. They both got on and drove around, stopped to get food, and hang around.

Leviathan:

THIS MAN DOESNT DRIVE

But for the sake of this head canon I’m gonna say 2021 chevrolet corvette

It seems super modern and easy to drive?

☹️that’s all I can think of

Oh but don’t forget the anime stickers all over

“H-hey MC, if you ever need to go somewhere…you can always ask me for a ride.”

Satan:

WOOO SATAN

Ok so like Levi, I feel like he doesn’t drive since He has very few places to go

But if I were to think of one it would probably be 2019 Honda Insight

It’s a pretty regular car, I don’t think he would really care about what kind of car it is

All he care about is that it works so there ya go

Satan had showed his car to MC for the first time, “Oh? It looks..normal?” Satan chuckles at their respond. “Well yes, it does the job of getting me around so I don’t really care how the car looks”

Asmodeus:

THIS GUY, OK HEAR ME OUT

A pink limousine

This man can’t drive for shit, so he needs someone to drive for him

Probably gets one of his simps to drive him around with it

“Won’t you be a dear and drive for me?~” Asmo says as he winks at the demon in front of him. The demon of course takes the bate and does as he says.

Beelzebub:

A truck

That’s all

It’s a truck

But if you want me to be specific then a 2021 Ford F-150

Beel is big boy who needs a big veiahle

And a truck is the right thing for him

“Lucifer, I like this one.” Beel tells Lucifer as he puts his hand on the Ford. Lucifer saw that it was big and was pretty much the best for Beel. Lucifer nods as he guides beel to the dealer.

Belphagor:

Beel

Thats all

THIS MAN IS LITERALLY THE AVATAR OF SLOTH HE WILL FALL ASLEEP ON THE ROAD

And he once did

We was driving Lucifer’s old car and feel asleep, he crashed

Lucifer ended up giving him his old car since when he got the new one he didn’t know what to do with the old one

So in conclusion he would drive a 2016 black Dodge Charger

But like I said he crashed it so now they have it in the garage and Beel just takes him everywhere

Belphie yawns and he wakes up from a loud crashing sound, as he opens his eyes he sees his car and someone else’s crashed together. “Huh? What the fuck happened?” Belphie almost gets arrested if it wasn’t for Lucifer go got him out last second. Of course the first born thought it would have been a good punishment but Beel wouldn’t stop begging him.

WOOOOOOOOO I DID IT OO ILL GO PART 2 LATER

YALL IMMA START DOING HEAD CANONS OF THE OBEY ME BROTHER + THE SIDE CHARACTERS (except for luck if it’s a nsfw one 🙂) ANYWAYS IF YALL WANNA GIVE ME REQUEST ILL DO IT 😼😼😼

ALSO I PLAN ON DOING GENDER NEUTRAL UNLESS REQUESTED OTHER WISE 😋

CAN SOMEONE DO LIKE AN THE OBEY ME BROTHER REACT TO YOU GOUNG TO A PSYCH WARD HEAD CANNON🤔🤔🤔