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Side Effects (NSFW) - subby!Nanami Kento x reader; Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, he’s not dead. However, she informs you that he’s experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate… problem.

Boxing Day (SFW) - various JJK characters x reader; You and your partner had a Merry Christmas, but now it’s time for you to move on to the new year! How long does it take for you to take down all of your Christmas decorations, and what challenges do you run into along the way? 

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Movie Night For Two (Can I Call it a Date?) (SFW) - Robin Buckley x reader; Steve can't make movie night - normally you’d be sad but alone time with the girl of your dreams is just what you're looking for.

Boy Next Door (NSFW) - sub!Billy Hargrove x reader; You’ve lived in the trailer park nearly your entire life, long enough to know that nothing in Hawkins was ever normal. So when the new king of the school starts dropping by your trailer at ungodly hours, you don’t even blink - why would you? Weirder shit’s happened here, and you’re certainly not complaining either, not when the king decides to get on his knees for you.

You Jealous, Mrs. Wheeler? (NSFW) - Part 2 to Boy Next Door; sub!Billy Hargrove x reader; You assumed your fling with Billy was a one time thing - he wasn’t exactly known for his commitment, after all. So imagine your surprise when he flirts with you, in public, no less. 'Maybe he’s messing with me,' you thought, until a knock resonates on your door that very same day, and suddenly you find yourself with a needy Billy Hargrove in your bed.

Billy Teaches You to Drive (NSFW Drabble) - just some thoughts about Billy Hargrove teaching AFAB!reader to drive after they fail the test more than a couple times...and maybe some distractions along the way, too <3

✫Obey Me!✫

Just Want You to Stay (NSFW) - switch!Belphegor x switch!reader; Soft, sleepy sex with the sloth demon himself. MC is gender-neutral!

Control (NSFW) - sub!Barbatos x reader; Barbatos believes in the unwavering, whether it’s his loyalty or his belief that he is in control. GN!MC shows him otherwise.

Just Let Go (NSFW) - Request; AFAB!sub!Lucifer x reader; Lucifer has been holed up in his office for almost a week now - and MC has had enough. Lucifer needs a break, and a joke from Asmo turns into a perfect plan to get Lucifer to stop working. AFAB!Lucifer and AMAB!MC!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW) - Request; sub!Mammon x reader; Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

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Just Let Go (NSFW)

Summary: Lucifer has been holed up in his office for almost a week now - and MC has had enough. Lucifer needs a break, and a joke from Asmo turns into a perfect plan to get Lucifer to stop working. AFAB!Lucifer and AMAB!MC!!

Warnings: dom!reader, swearing, sub!lucifer, amab!reader, afab!lucifer, oral (lucifer receiving), p in v, praise, dacryphilia, use of condoms (wrap it before you tap it), hints of a breeding kink (on lucifer’s end), degradation, lucifer calls MC master once

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

My first request aaaaaaaah!! I wrote Luci as a trans male instead of just going for fem!Luci because trans people are cool 😎 I honestly got a little too into this one, but I can’t help it, Luci just does that to me sometimes. Also this is smutty, sorry if you were looking for fluff ;-; I absolutely love writing for Obey Me, please please please continue to send in requests (even if they’re for other fandoms, I'll take anything)!!

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You paced around the kitchen, completely furious. Usually Friday nights meant a chill night with one or more of the brothers but you hadn’t seen Lucifer since Sunday morning. The first few days were fine - you were used to only catching him free every once and a while due to his workload - but this was beyond unhealthy. You had staked out the kitchen today, hoping to get a word in with him when he stopped by for food but to your disappointment he never stopped in. Even his brothers hadn’t seen him, which was beginning to morph your fury into worry. 

“I dunno,” Mammon had said with a shrug. “I figured I’d see him when I snatched Goldie back - but that doesn’t matter!! I’m your first, don’t tell me you’d rather hang out with that wet rag of a demon than me!”

After reassuring Mammon that you were just worried, and that Lucifer’s current antics (or lack thereof) wouldn’t affect your Saturday movie plans, you had asked all the other brothers to get a similar response. 

“Ugh,” you groaned, banging your head against the counter. “I’m going to kill him when I see him.”

“Or you could fuck him~” Asmo giggled. “I’m sure that would get your point across just the same.”

“You know what?” you said, picking yourself up. “I might just take your advice on this one Asmo. Would you be a darling and keep the rest of your brothers away from his office for a bit?”

He stared back at you, flabbergasted by your sudden boldness. “I was just joking MC-”

“And I’m not. He’ll know better than to overwork himself next time,” you said, spinning on your heels and storming towards Lucifer’s office. You knew that Asmo was never going to let this go but right about now you didn’t have the heart to care - you had an overworked Lucifer to fuck.

Not even bothering to knock, you throw open the door and are met with exactly what you’d thought you’d find. Turning to close the door (and lock it, you had some decency), you stared at the first born. Lucifer stares blearily back at you, all eye bags and dishevelled hair, a pen dangling in his grip. He looks like he hasn’t moved in days, and in all honesty, you’re not sure he has.

“Alright, that’s it!” you declare. “No more paperwork, no more spreadsheets, no more. You’re taking a break whether you like it or not.”

“I need to get these done by Monday,” he said firmly. “I have too much to finish to stop now, MC.”

“I’ll help you, but only after you take tonight off,” you said. “When was the last time you ate, Lucifer?”

He frowned, his forehead creasing. “It’s Thursday, right? I ate this morning.”

“It’s Friday, love,” you murmur, pulling the pen from his hand. “Friday night. You’re done for today.”

He blinks back at you, then scoffs. “It’s no later than Thursday night. You’re just saying that to get me to stop-”

You groan and roll your eyes, throwing the pen across the room. “You know what? I’m done with your bratty attitude.”

“Excuse me?” he scoffs. “You’re in no place to mock me. Fetch me my pen you so disrespectfully threw Diavolo knows where and leave my office.”

“I don’t think I will,” is all you say before you smash your lips onto his. “You need to be taught a lesson, pretty boy, and I know just how to do it.”

He sits, flushed, sinking further into his dumb, fancy chair, attitude totally gone just from a kiss. You grin, knowing you’ve got him. Sliding down to your knees, you tug on his waistband, peering up at him through your lashes.

“Take it off for me, won’t you, gorgeous?” you murmur, holding back a laugh at how hastily his pants and underwear are discarded. “There we go. Gonna eat you out, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My mouth on your pretty little pussy?”

Lucifer keened as you mouth at him, tongue circling his clit slowly. His hands were gripping the armrests, knuckles white. You reached your hands up to his, guiding them into your hair just as you plunged your tongue into his folds, drawing a whine out of his lips. Lucifer’s grip on your hair was harsh, and on a normal day you would scold him. But today was about giving this poor boy a break, so you let it slide. Instead, you shove a finger in alongside your tongue, revelling in the noises you were drawing out of him. 

“Ngh, MC,” he sobs. “Please, please, more, need more, wan’ it, please!” 

You pull off, and he wails. “More? But you’re already soaked sweetie, not sure you could handle more.”

“No no no, please,” he cries, tears dripping down his cheeks. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?? Please, jus’ want a little more!!”

“M’kay, baby,” you say, a sadistic grin flashing on your face. You shove three fingers in him at once and he moans, high and pitchy. You thumb at his clit with your other hand and he clenches, tight, around your fingers. You curl your fingers, pressing hard into his sweet spot while your other hand continues to circle his puffy clit. He lurched his hips, pressing further into your touch. He looked gorgeous: pussy dripping around your fingers, his hair and outfit totally dishevelled, eyes rolled back into his skull.

“You feelin’ good, pretty boy?” he moaned loudly in response. “Think you can cum around my fingers like the goody boy you are?”

He rolls his hips harder into your hand, nodding furiously. Desperate moans escape his mouth and his hand wanders to your wrist, forcing your fingers as deep as he can. His chair was absolutely ruined, and the stain that his puddled juices would form were going to be unmistakable. You were sure he’d be angry tomorrow, but right now all he could do was buck into your little touches like a desperate whore.

“Gonna- gonna cum!!” he cried. “Please, please, can I? Wanna- ngh- wanna be good for you, please MC, wanna be a good boy-”

You lean down and puff air over his sensitive clit. “Go on, then. Cum.”

He screamed, reduced to incomprehensible blubbering and moans of your name. You work him gently through his orgasm, rubbing circles into his cute little clit until he’s flinching away in overstimulation.

“Thank you, thank you,” he blubbers out, fresh tears cleaning away the dried ones. 

“Oh, baby,” you said, condescendingly. “Did you think we were done?”

Glazed over eyes met yours are you stand up, hard cock tenting in your pants. You struggle out of your pants, not bothering to make a show out of it. Lucifer certainly didn’t seem to mind - he was practically drooling, clenching around nothing when you yanked your boxers off and your cock hit the open air. He reached up to wrap his hand around it, but you slapped him away, giving him a stern look. 

“Do you have permission to touch my cock?” you said, clicking your tongue when he shakes his head. “That’s what I thought, baby. Do you have condoms?”

He opens a desk drawer to your left and fumbles a bit, hands still shaking in his post-orgasm haze. He finally pulls out a shiny foil packet and hands it to you, looking at you expectantly.

“So impatient, aren’t you?” you taunt, acting like you weren’t dripping precum. “Put it on for me, won’t you, beautiful?”

You hand the packet back to him and snort as he struggles. The glare he gives you in return is half-hearted, and if the way his eyes trailed back to your cock was any indicator, he was just as excited for this as you are. The foil finally tears and he rolls the condom on your length in record time, leaning back and spreading his legs wide once he was done.

“So desperate, aren’t you?” you coo at him, pinching his cheek as you line up. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please,” he whines, all semblance of pride thrown out the window. “Need you, need your cock so bad, wan’ you to fill up my pussy, please!! ‘m so wet for you MC, so ready, please just put your fat cock in my tight little pussy, please-”

You smash your lips on his, unbelievably turned on. You rutted against his opening a few times before guiding yourself in, letting out a low groan at how tight he was. Your hips stilled when you bottomed out, letting Lucifer get used to your size. He squirmed under you, trying to roll his hips and get you to move, god damnit.

“Stop being a slut,” you scold. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you? You can wait a little longer for me to fuck your brains out. Or are you already drunk on my cock? Such a cockslut, huh, can’t last one minute without begging me to wreck your pretty little hole.”

“MC, move, please,” he sobbed. “Wan’ it, want you to wreck my hole- so wet for you, please make a mess out of me with your cock!”

You moan into his shoulder, rocking your hips into him roughly. You held nothing back - slamming into him like there was no tomorrow, littering his neck with marks that surely wouldn’t disappear anytime soon. Pulling away so you could see his face, you collect your mixing essences with two fingers and shove them down Lucifer’s throat, cock pulsing inside him when his eyes roll back as he gags. 

“Doing so good, darling,” you grunt, fingers still buried in his throat. “Taking my cock so well, just like you were made for it. Such a good little cockslut, huh?”

Despite all your talk, you weren’t going to be able to hold on much longer. Between eating out your pretty little doll and the way he was clenching just right around your cock, you were doomed to an early release. You pulled your fingers out of his throat, burying them in his hips.

Lucifer, fortunately, wasn’t in much better of a state. “Master, MC, please, wanna cum!! Let me cum, wanna cum, want you to fill me up with your seed, make me yours, please please please!”

“Gonna cum, huh pretty baby?” you said, gritting your teeth. “You cum when I do, m’kay baby? Just a little longer darling.”

He bucks his hips up to meet your thrusts and your grip on his hips becomes bruising. Your thrusts get sloppy and you bring a hand down to roll his clit and drag him to his orgasm. 

“Cum for me,” you demand, voice firm despite your incoming orgasm. “Cum for me baby, cum for me!”

He screams, cumming loud enough that you’re certain the whole house heard him, and your orgasm follows his, crashing over you. You bury your head into his shoulder, groaning as your cock pulsed inside him. You both sit there, basking in the afterglow. 

You finally roll up, unsure how much time has passed. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Luci.”

He looks at you, already half asleep, and you sigh, dressing the both of you haphazardly. Scooping him up, you drag him to the bathroom to clean up. His head bobs, barely awake, but you make sure he stays up until he’s all clean - you certainly don’t want any of the clean-up process to hurt him, especially after how rough you were with him. Finally satisfied with your clean-up job, you let him wrap his legs around your torso and his arms around your neck in a reverse piggyback of sorts. He snuggles into your neck, softer than normal as you carry him to his room. Opening the door with your elbow (your hands clearly full of Lucifer), you plop him unceremoniously on the bed, manhandling him until he’s tucked nicely under his sheets. You kiss him gently on the forehead and turn to go, not wanting to overstay your welcome, when a hand wraps gently around your wrist.

“Stay,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “I want you to stay.”

That’s all it takes for you to wiggle your way into the sheets, snuggling up close. You would deal with his tsundere in the morning - right now, you were happy to just be here, with him.

Word Count: 2060

Shared Pain 2.

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Part 1

Male Reader Version

Lucifer x Fem! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, whipping, physical abuse (depending on the view of the reader), crying, oral sex, light humiliation, voyeurism, cumming untouched; male.

Summary: Following the events of stumbling into Lucifer's scene with his brother, you take it upon yourself to receive the rest of the younger brother's punishment, receiving a reward in return.

W/C: 1.3k+

“Would you like to share his pain?”

“What?” Your chest clenches. “Would you like to share his pain?” Lucifer repeats himself, noticing out of the corner of his eye how Mammon’s body stiffens at the suggestion. “It’s quite simple, really. You’ll simply be taking his place.” Lucifer explains, causing you to swallow thickly. “… Okay.” You quietly agree, unaware of how Mammon’s eyes widen. Lucifer lets you take your time slowly moving to the bed, gently laying yourself on your stomach next to Mammon with your arms crossed in front of your face.

“Stay.” Lucifer shoves back down Mammon after he tries to stand. “What the hell? Didn’t ya say-” “I didn’t say you could stand.” Lucifer sternly states, glaring down at him until he relaxes his body on the bed again, still facing away from you. You look ahead of yourself and quickly feel a pair of hands slowly trace their way up your legs from your thighs to your ass, giving a small squeeze before settling at the waist of your pants briefly, yanking them down harshly in one swift movement, earning himself a small gasp.

“I hope you don’t expect me to hold back…” You feel his hands reaching your underwear, slowly dragging it down to rest under the cheeks, managing to get a peek at your lower lips. You feel a light graze along your ass, almost in a teasing manner, taunting you before finally landing its first strike with a loud slap, your mouth instinctively opening to let out a muted scream, your breath having gotten caught in your throat.

You’re barely able to let out a shaky breath before another crack of the whip fills your ears, this time forcing an audible scream out of you. The frequency of the whips quickly picks up, having you burying your face in the sheets in attempt to muffle your screams. In no time, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, streaming down to soak the covers your hands grip onto tightly while your limbs quiver in pain.

The whip continues to land piercing stings on your already bruising skin for a few minutes, thin lines of its strikes having formed. Loud cries start mixing with your screams of agony until you have trouble breathing, the noise of your struggles to breathe letting Lucifer know it’s time to end your punishment. Once the whips cease, you feel your limbs relax, taking in choppy audible breaths for a moment before feeling something lightly grazing your cheeks again, having your stomach clenching.

The fear quickly dissipates when you receive the feel of a hand rather than the leather whip, giving soft caresses in attempt to soothe the pain, failing to do so and instead leaving burning traces along the tender skin. “You did so well.” You hear Lucifer whisper in your ear, making you aware of the warmth of his body leaning over yours and getting you to turn to look to the side to him, your gaze getting caught elsewhere instead.

Looking at Mammon staring at you with a somewhat embarrassed and sad expression, you wonder for how long he had been staring, missing the way his hips lightly grind into the bed. “I think you’re due for a reward.” Lucifer’s voice breaks your attention towards Mammon. Lucifer’s gloved hand moves your head forward and presses it down softly, as if to tell you to not move it from its place while he sets aside the whip.

As you finally feel yourself catching on to your breath, hearing shuffling in the background, you feel your pants along with your underwear being slowly dragged down, having you instinctively clench your thighs to prevent them from being dragged further down. “Now now, there’s no need to be difficult.” Lucifer speaks from behind you, fanning out breaths in the process, the warmth landing on your exposed cunt.

Your body stiffens and your eyes widen, giving you no time to take in what’s happening and immediately feeling his wet tongue lick a slow stripe from your clit to your entrance, spreading your folds along the way. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing your opening without pushing in, his ears picking up on the shaky breath that leaves past your lips while noticing from the corner of his eyes the light tremble of your arms.

His arms wrap over your lower back to keep you pinned down as he returns to your clit, sucking softly to which your mouth falls open to moan in response while your eyes flutter. Lucifer looks over to his brother, seeing the lower half of his face concealed against his forearms crossed in front of him while he stares at you, involuntarily humping slowly into the bed his already painfully hard member.

Your body moves on its own to push itself closer onto Lucifer’s face who gives harsher sucks at your clit, making you groan as you bury your face into the bed while attempting to grind onto his face. Your thighs squeeze together as you whimper, feeling his teeth biting the nub before moving higher up, settling at your clenching hole once again after licking and sucking your folds momentarily.

His tongue traces circles around your opening, teasing you again as he smiles sadistically at the thought of his next action. You gasp at the feeling of him spitting on your hole with your cheeks burning from embarrassment while he smirks, content with the reaction he elicited from you. He finally shoves his tongue inside of you, taking you by surprise with a breathy whine escaping you, sticking your ass out for him more with your legs spreading apart.

His tongue struggles to swirl around your insides and thrust in and out of you, bringing it back in his mouth after every few strokes to take in your taste while the tightening in the pit of your stomach grows harder to ignore. While Mammon watches the scene unfold before him, he becomes aware of the wet spot his precum has formed on the sheets, the soaked area starting to wet his lower stomach while his erection throbs, desperate to be touched.

One of Lucifer’s hands manages to reach your hair, yanking your head back to pull it off the bed and hear your moans getting louder, your wetness slowly drenching his chin as you moan uncontrollably, babbling noises of pleasure without being coherent enough to be able to warn him of your release quickly approaching. “I- I- I-” You moan with your eyes rolling back, a loud groan coming from deep within your throat as your orgasm gushes from your hole.

His hand releases your hair, letting your entire body slump deeper into the bed with your face falling back onto the covers while he licks you clean. As he finishes, he detaches himself from you, wiping his face with his gloved hand and staining it, standing from his spot and moving to lay on top of you, hearing a muffled ‘oof’ coming from you. He pulls your head back up with his hand under your jaw and licks up a trail of drool you hadn’t noticed on the right side of it.

His other hand with his dirtied glove goes to grip at the whole underside of your jaw to tilt your head uncomfortable far back to capture your lips in his in a wet open-mouthed kiss, shoving his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your remains on him as he grips your neck possessively. A small whimper interrupts your sloppy kiss, having you both pausing your actions and breaking apart to look to your right and see Mammon facing straight ahead with his hands clasped over his mouth and eyes clenched shut.

His hands muffle a moan of relief and his body relaxes, his eyes remaining closed while Lucifer’s body leaves yours, stepping to his brother. His hands grab Mammon’s hips and roll him over to the right, eyeing the large wet spot formed on the bed, a small white puddle in the middle of the darkened sheets. You both stare at him in silence, taking in his tired frame, seemingly about to fall asleep with his spent softening length resting over the drenched white hair on his glistening lower stomach as he dozes off.

Shared Pain 2.

Main Masterlist

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Part 1

Fem Reader Version

Lucifer x Male! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, whipping, physical abuse (depending on the view of the reader), crying, oral sex; ass-eating, rimming/rim jobs, light humiliation, voyeurism, cumming untouched.

Summary: Following the events of stumbling into Lucifer's scene with his brother, you take it upon yourself to receive the rest of the younger brother's punishment, receiving a reward in return.

W/C: 1.4k+

“Would you like to share his pain?”

“What?” Your chest clenches. “Would you like to share his pain?” Lucifer repeats himself, noticing out of the corner of his eye how Mammon’s body stiffens at the suggestion. “It’s quite simple, really. You’ll simply be taking his place.” Lucifer explains, causing you to swallow thickly. “… Okay.” You quietly agree, unaware of how Mammon’s eyes widen. Lucifer lets you take your time slowly moving to the bed, gently laying yourself on your stomach next to Mammon with your arms crossed in front of your face.

“Stay.” Lucifer shoves back down Mammon after he tries to stand. “What the hell? Didn’t ya say-” “I didn’t say you could stand.” Lucifer sternly states, glaring down at him until he relaxes his body on the bed again, still facing away from you. You look ahead of yourself and quickly feel a pair of hands slowly trace their way up your legs from your thighs to your ass, giving a small squeeze before settling at the waist of your pants briefly, yanking them down harshly in one swift movement, earning himself a small gasp.

“I hope you don’t expect me to hold back…” You feel his hands reaching your underwear, slowly dragging it down to rest under the cheeks, managing to get a peek at your balls. You feel a light graze along your ass, almost in a teasing manner, taunting you before finally landing its first strike with a loud slap, your mouth instinctively opening to let out a muted scream, your breath having gotten caught in your throat.

You’re barely able to let out a shaky breath before another crack of the whip fills your ears, this time forcing an audible scream out of you. The frequency of the whips quickly picks up, having you burying your face in the sheets in attempt to muffle your screams. In no time, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, streaming down to soak the covers your hands grip onto tightly while your limbs quiver in pain.

The whip continues to land piercing stings on your already bruising skin for a few minutes, thin lines of its strikes having formed. Loud cries start mixing with your screams of agony until you have trouble breathing, the noise of your struggles to breathe letting Lucifer know it’s time to end your punishment. Once the whips cease, you feel your limbs relax, taking in choppy audible breaths for a moment before feeling something lightly grazing your cheeks again, having your stomach clenching.

The fear quickly dissipates when you receive the feel of a hand rather than the leather whip, giving soft caresses in attempt to soothe the pain, failing to do so and instead leaving burning traces along the tender skin. “You did so well.” You hear Lucifer whisper in your ear, making you aware of the warmth of his body leaning over yours and getting you to turn to look to the side to him, your gaze getting caught elsewhere instead.

Looking at Mammon staring at you with a somewhat embarrassed and sad expression, you wonder for how long he had been staring, missing the way his hips lightly grind into the bed. “I think you’re due for a reward.” Lucifer’s voice breaks your attention towards Mammon. Lucifer’s gloved hand moves your head forward and presses it down softly, as if to tell you to not move it from its place while he sets aside the whip.

As you finally feel yourself catching on to your breath, hearing shuffling in the background, you feel your pants along with your underwear being slowly dragged down, having you instinctively clench your thighs to prevent them from being dragged further down. “Now now, there’s no need to be difficult.” Lucifer speaks from behind you, fanning out breaths in the process, the warmth landing on your burning ass cheeks

Your body stiffens and your eyes widen, giving you no time to take in what’s happening and immediately feeling his wet tongue lick a slow stripe from your balls to your puckered hole after spreading the mounds. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing your opening without pushing in, his ears picking up on the shaky breath that leaves past your lips while noticing from the corner of his eyes the light tremble of your arms.

His arms wrap over your lower back to keep you pinned down as he returns to your balls, sucking softly at the skin to which your mouth falls open to moan in response while your eyes flutter. Lucifer looks over to his brother, seeing the lower half of his face concealed against his forearms crossed in front of him while he stares at you, involuntarily humping slowly into the bed his already painfully hard member.

Your body moves on its own to push itself closer onto Lucifer’s face who sucks one of your balls into his mouth, making you groan as you bury your face into the bed while attempting to grind onto his face, feeling your length hardening against the bed with precum slowly starting to leak from the tip. Your thighs squeeze together as you whimper, feeling his teeth biting down before moving higher up, grabbing handfuls of your ass to spread the cheeks open and settle at your clenching hole once again.

His tongue traces circles around your puckered hole, teasing you again as he smiles sadistically at the thought of his next action. You gasp at the feeling of him spitting on your hole with your cheeks burning from embarrassment while he smirks, content with the reaction he elicited from you. He presses his tongue against your hole, applying pressure to slip past the tight ring, finally shoving his tongue inside of you, taking you by surprise with a breathy whine escaping you.

You stick your ass out for him more with your legs spreading apart, uncovering your now fully hardened member dribbling more precum on the bed. His tongue struggles to swirl around your tight insides and thrust in and out of you, bringing it back in his mouth after every few strokes to take in the taste of your inner walls while the tightening in the pit of your stomach grows harder to ignore.

While Mammon watches the scene unfold before him, he becomes aware of the wet spot his precum has formed on the sheets, the soaked area starting to wet his lower stomach while his erection throbs, desperate to be touched. One of Lucifer’s hands manages to reach your hair, yanking your head back to pull it off the bed and hear your uncontrollable moans getting louder, babbling noises of pleasure without being coherent enough to be able to warn him of your release quickly approaching.

“I- I- I-” You moan with your eyes rolling back, a loud groan coming from deep within your throat as you cum with a twitch of your member, shooting your release on the bedsheets, emptying your balls. His hand releases your hair, letting your entire body slump deeper into the bed with your face falling back onto the covers while he continues to lick at your hole, bringing you down your high and leaving your softening length soiled.

As he finishes, he detaches himself from you, wiping his face with his gloved hand and staining it, standing from his spot and moving to lay on top of you, hearing a muffled ‘oof’ coming from you. He pulls your head back up with his hand under your jaw and licks up a trail of drool you hadn’t noticed on the right side of it. His other hand with his dirtied glove goes to grip at the whole underside of your jaw to tilt your head uncomfortable far back to capture your lips in his in a wet open-mouthed kiss.

He shoves his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your remains on him and grips your neck possessively. A small whimper interrupts your sloppy kiss, having you both pausing your actions and breaking apart to look to your right and see Mammon facing straight ahead with his hands clasped over his mouth and eyes clenched shut. His hands muffle a moan of relief and his body relaxes, his eyes remaining closed while Lucifer’s body leaves yours, stepping to his brother.

His hands grab Mammon’s hips and roll him over to the right, eyeing the large wet spot formed on the bed, a small white puddle in the middle of the darkened sheets. You both stare at him in silence, taking in his tired frame, seemingly about to fall asleep with his spent softening length resting over the drenched white hair on his glistening lower stomach as he dozes off.

Shared Pain.

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Obey Me Masterlist

Part 2: Fem Reader Version - Male Reader Version

Lucifer x GN! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Light nudity; naked ass, whipping.

Summary: Upon delivering dinner to Lucifer, you stumble to an unexpected scene between him and his brother.

W/C: 500+

A/N: There'll be a part 2 with two versions, one for people who were AFAB and AMAB, both with gender neutral pronouns.

You walk steadily towards Lucifer’s room with a silver tray in hand, having gone to the kitchen not too long ago to make him some Hell coffee and cut him a slice from some of Barbatos’ leftover cake, which wouldn’t have made it so far if it hadn’t had a curse on it for Beel, as he requested. Once you reach his room, you go to knock on the door but quickly realize the difficulty of the task with your hands already occupied with another task, opting to instead shout for him.

Before his name can leave your mouth, you hear a sharp slap, making you jolt away with a small clacking of the tray, another slap being heard followed by muffled voices. “Lucifer?” You ask, only for the voices to stop, a small moment of silence passing before the door opens. “Ah, Y/N, it’s you.” Lucifer smirks, taking the cup of coffee in his hand to lift it to his lips. “Why ya acting like you didn’t know who it was?” You hear a barely audible grumble, pulling your attention to the source.

“Did you say something Mammon?” Lucifer glares only to be met by silence to which he smiles before taking a sip. You stare wide-eyed at the sight before you, Mammon on his knees bent over the large bed… with his naked ass on display. You take notice of the slightly reddening lines on the cheeks resting over his pushed-down pants and brown jacket resting beside him with his usual glasses on top.

“This is awfully bitter.” Lucifer grimaces, calling your attention back to him. “B- but I-” You nervously stutter, overwhelmed at the situation at hand while he leads you through the doorway. “There’s no need to worry, Hell coffee becomes bitter when you prepare it for someone you’re fond of.” He explains, casually taking another sip after closing the door while you feel warmth spreading through your cheeks.

“I would’ve asked for tea, but it seems this will take longer than I thought.” He steps to the center of the room, facing the end of his bed and standing perpendicular to Mammon while you eye the whip of love in his hand. “You can set the tray at the table.” He instructs, staring down at Mammon. You do as he says, placing the tray on the glass coffee table behind him while struggling to keep your eyes off of Mammon.

“I… I guess I’ll be leaving now.” You slowly walk backwards to the door. “Stay.” Lucifer speaks, stopping you on your tracks. “Come here.” He continues to speak without looking away from Mammon. You follow as he says and walk back to him, standing next to him and trying to avert your eyes from his brother to no avail. Standing closer to him, you notice his body trembling, giving you the impression that it’s out of pain or fear, disregarding the possibility that it’s from embarrassment.

“There’s no need to pity him, he actually quite enjoys it.” Lucifer interrupts your thoughts, taking another drink from his cup, eyeing the way your eyes stay glued to Mammon who’s been facing to his right side, away from you. “If he really worries you that much, you could ease his punishment.” He suggests in a low tone, luring you in. “How?” You quickly look over at him, seeing him smile at you sadistically before answering.

“Would you like to share his pain?”

Bound Lucifer

Thinking About…

Thinking about how pretty Lucifer looks bound in rope, the red of the rope contrasting with his dark hair in a way that could only entice you to tease him further. Not that he could protest with the bit in his mouth as you tease him with one of his own feathers all while denying him the orgasm he so desperately craves as he practically ruts into the air despite being tightly bound. Despite his begging and pleading about how he’ll be a good boy if you just let him cum you continue to deny him his release for nothing but your own amusement.

You had wondered why he was spending so much more time in the office.

You almost wished you had minded your own business because nothing could hurt more than the sight in front of you. He hadn’t even spotted you yet, busy paying attention to the blonde under his desk, his secretary you realize. The very woman he had told you not to worry about."We're just coworkers Y/N” he had promised but he was a demon now, his promises meant nothing but stupidly you had hung onto every single one trusting that the love of your life wouldn’t lead you on and lie to you, a mistake on your part you’re now realizing as you watch him with his head tossed back in pleasure a look you knew well. Tears pricked your eyes as your chest felt tight, suffocating almost as you stood there frozen. A sniffle escaping you as you fight off the urge to collapse into a sobbing mess in front of all of his already gossiping coworkers, that sniffle was enough to alert his senses to your presence as he quickly pushed the blonde away, “Y/n what’re you doing here?” he asked shocked as he attempted to straighten out his clothes “I came to bring you lunch but that was clearly a mistake” you spat no longer caring about protecting his public image “Y/n it’s not what it looks like I promise” he swore walking towards you as if you were a hurt animal in need of rescuing “oh so your dick wasn’t just down her throat?” you ask sarcastically knowing good and well that you had caught him, and no matter how much it hurt you had to end things or he would only do it again. “Well, it was but I promise you it didn’t mean anything” he attempted to soothe you but it only made you see red through your tears as people gathered around to watch the spectacle all he did was throw around promises as if they meant anything to you anymore. “Do you think I’m stupid Lucifer? Do you think so lowly of me that you would consider this okay??” You hiccuped trying not to cry in front of him as he quickly shook his head “No of course not my love-” “Don’t call me that” you snapped shoving his lunch into his chest angrily knowing he was much too prideful to defend his actions against you not that it would fix anything cause you both knew, despite everything you’ve been through, that the two of you were over and there was nothing as painful as as the look of regret you could see in his bright red eyes before you turned away. As you walked away, you did so with the knowledge that you would no longer be hanging onto the promises of a man who could so easily betray you for who knows how long while you were waiting for his return.

Honestly, he would not be the one to confess

His Pride simply wouldn’t let him, so that left you with the task of panicking over ways to confess to the intimidating demon

Somehow, (who knows how honestly), you manage to get the confession out in a timely manner

You nearly passed out though, which would’ve infinitely easier than trying to figure out how to decipher his facial expressions

That part gets easier as the two of you start dating though.

What doesn’t get easier is trying to convince him not to string Mammon up (You try anyways)

The best nights are when the two of you make it to bed early though it rarely happens, most nights you either go to bed first or stay up sipping on a bottle of demonus in his office as he fills out paperwork that had piled up

He didn’t have much free time so little office dates were an almost daily occurrence

PLEASE drag him to bed he needs to sleep in his bed for once

-NSFW-

He has a sir kink and possibly a daddy kink

He’s mainly a top but mess with his wings and he’ll bottom for sure

Lowkey has a breeding kink

Fucks you against his desk almost daily

Y'all have had a threesome with Diavolo

As long as it’s Diavolo he’s cool with cuckolding

His favorite positions are missionary and reverse cowgirl

Got a kink you wanna try? As long as you give him time to do some research on it he’s usually down to experiment

soo.. Care to share those unhealthy & unholy thoughts about lucifer? 👀

The thoughts are rather sinful, every character I hyperfixate on is not safe from them…. I cannot express how I feel about this man without it getting very concerning.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI! (I can't stop you guys but still 😭)

Lucifer Is just so silly I love him, but I can't take him seriously at any time… here are some headcanons I have of him for NSFW writing purposes.

- A ton of people say Lucifer is a bottom but I don't see that being entirely true, I view him as a soft dom more than anything else, always taking care of his partner's needs before his own, most of the time that is…

- He is rather vocal, he would love for you to be vocal as well to show how good he’s making you feel, it fuels his ego. The poor baby deserves it.

- Aftercare king… will treat you like a queen under the sheets and after. He prioritizes your comfort.

- Doesn't believe in quickies, he’s a hopeless romantic and wants every time to be the best it can be, so what if he has a meeting in five minutes? Who cares you’re his top priority.

- Did I mention he’s utterly obsessed with you? The taste of you, the scent of you, everything about you he just finds so utterly delectable.

- Speaking of which…. He is into a lot of things, it’s not unreasonable to assume he hasn’t done most things at least once in his lifetime. But he’s a little rusty so cut him some slack.

- Will refer to you as his little ‘Ducky’ or ‘Apple’ in bed, it’s honestly the cutest thing.

- If he’s had a bad day it would brighten his mood if you did something for him, he loves giving but receiving is great as well when he doesn’t have the energy.

- His favorite place to do it is either on his bad or his work desk, the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door, and the loud creaking of the bed, or the slapping of skin against skin. A big indicator that whoever decides to walk in will not be leaving the room alive.

- Simp, biggest simp, your biggest advocate ever!

- He loves it when you wear his clothes, if it's too big on you even better, he can get turned on just by the sight of it.

- You don't meet Charlie until he’s ready for it to happen, he’s nervous…

- Overall this man radiates big puppy energy when im bed, he's such a doll! Please do not abandon him, Lucifer will be so heartbroken 💔

Could you possibly write a scenario or headcanons on a tea party date with Lucifer???? I'd appreciate it sm 😭💕

This has been on my mind for days, this seems so wholesome and I love the idea 🥺🥹🥹🫶

Thank you for requesting!

- let me tell you just how excited this man is…he has never had a tea party before, and when you explain it to him, he’s more than stoked! Everything has to be perfect.

- he dresses his best for this date even if it's just a casual thing. He's so nervous about fucking it up even if you say it's fine.

- he brings all the finest teas hell has to offer even if you insist on it not being necessary.

- he’s such a gentleman, decorating with your favorite flowers and bringing your favorite pastries to share. He's so in love with you it isn't even funny. He stopped wearing his wedding ring when you came into his life.

- did I mention that the tea cups he has are all duck-themed? Yeah… he just loves ducks so much.

- Lucifer will ask if everything is up to your standard because he’s nervous that he didn't do it right.

- he has so much fun with this tea party! It lasts hours and the two of you dance together as some soft melodies play in the background.

- he sings songs for you during this date as well, he’s such a hopeless romantic, but you love it.

- by the time everything is said and done and everything is cleaned up, he can't wait for the next tea party date, maybe he’ll make it a weekly occurrence, he had so much fun!

- next time he’ll invite his daughter, only if you allow it, of course, he will love to spend time with his two favorite people after all ♡

“Lucifer you really didn't need to do all of this….” your voice called out quietly as you felt blood rush to your cheeks. It was a gorgeous display of flowers, pastries, and wonderful-smelling teas. Neatly lined out for the choosing.

“Oh but I did my dearest apple!” he gave a sharp-toothed grin. He didn't believe in anything less than extravagant. You let out a soft giggle as you approached the king arms wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him in, placing a kiss on his cheek. “It's lovely…thank you.” Lucifer was over the moon at the gesture. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you flush against his body “Of course mi amor…” he murmured kissing you softly.

I got this idea while rereading Chainsaw Man but imagine Azazel has the power to take away one’s free will.

One’s freedom.

Obviously he doesn’t like this power of his and only use it when absolutely needed but I like to imagine that heavens elders originally paired him and Lucifer up as partners or something as a way to keep Lucifer on a leash by using Azazel, but instead they became best friends who support one another.

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Azazel and Lucifer once again found themselves on trial for causing trouble. Again

"Azazel, Lucifer" The elder sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose, "What on earth have you done?" (he meant that literally)

Azazel looked towards Lucifer to see him shaking his head.

*flashback*

Lucifer and Azazel were walking around the clean streets of heaven when Lucifer had an idea. "Azazel, You have the power to take away free will right?" Azazel nodded. "Why don't we give free will to Adam and Eve." "How would we do that." "The tree of knowledge," Lilith said, startling you. She came out of nowhere. "The two of you talked about this?" Azazel questioned, looking between the two of them. "Yeah, They only get to see the garden while there is a whole world. Don't you think that they should know about it?" "I mean yeah-" He thought for a moment, "Yeah let's do it."

*flashback over*

'Fuuuuuck we're so skewed' He thought as Sera brought in Lilith.

"Uuuh... Nothing, sir. We were just checking on Adam and Eve." He half-lied. Azazel and Lucifer did go down to earth to check on Adam and Eve.

"Do not lie to ME. I know what the both of you have done. Adam and Eve changed their behaviors, wearing clothes, and hiding themselves from God. So I ask you again, What. Did. You. Do."

This time Lucifer answered, "Humans deserve to have control over their own life. All we did was give them a choice."

At his confession, the holy council gasped.

"A bit of an over-reaction don't ya think." Lucifer whispered to Azazel causing him to chuckle.

"This is not a laughing matter. Both of you have disrupted the balance that we have been working hard on for the last time." He gestured to Lilith and Lucifer, "The elders of heaven have Unanimously decided on the banishment of Azazel Yahweh, Lucifer Morningstar, and Lilith effective immediately." The elder snapped his fingers and created a portal to which the three of you were sucked into.

It was similar to earth, but no one was there.

It was the start of hell.

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So random idea I got, feel free to delete but I think giving Lucifer’s best friend the name Azazel would be neat since in the Hebrew Bible that is the name they use for Lucifer.

Again just a random idea feel free to ignore.

The amount of Azazel OCs that I've seen, it just seems fitting so why not. Every fix I wrote with Lucifer's bestfriend will now be my first public oc: Azazel.

I think it would be fun.

Lucifer’s best friend totally calls the exorcists Adam’s groupies.

Short scenarios

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Lucifer, clearly panicking - "The extermination is about to start."

You, couldn't care less- "So, it's not like Adam's groupes are coming here."

Lucifer, pouting - "but it makes Charlie sad and I know it makes you sad to"

You and Lucifer cry together about it

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Charlie - Adam moved up the next extermination and we need to talk to heaven

Lucifer and you are stunned.

Lucifer - uhh I don't know Charlie

You - yeah Adam and his groupies have a lot of persuasion in heaven

Charlie - please Dad

Lucifer looks over and you. You shrug ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lucifer - fine

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At the final battle you and Lucifer show up right on time.

Adam - how many of you losers do I have to fight

Lucifer - oh I'm the only one that matters. You mess with my daughter and now I'm going to Fuck You

You, whispers - *ken laugh* ahaha what his groupie try to do

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I believe that Lucifer’s male best friend would still have a good relationship with Charlie after she left home so he likely knew about her fight with Katie Killjoy from the Pilot episode.

So I can see him doing this after that even.

Yeah ever since I wrote that I could imagine Lucifer's bestie keeping a close eye on Charlie.

Like he would run down to the hotel and hype Charlie up after seeing it💀

A/n Sorry it took so long to post this but MADI GRAS🎉

Hi! Feel free to reject but can I get Lucifer having a male (or female if you feel more comfortable writing that) best friend that everyone pretty much assumes they are together? Like JD and Turk friendship from Scrubs.

Example in this video: https://youtu.be/lgeoL_QV3y0?si=aupEDU2dD98aBklr

Lucifer x male best friend reader

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Lucifer is obviously JD in this situation

You used to be an angel untill Lucifer fell

U threw your halo off and fell through the clouds so he wouldn't be alone (even though he was there with lilth)

In hell you took on the roll of his assistant/advisor

You even lived with him and lilith

You like his other half

He cannot function with you and vise versa

Lilith couldn't believe that as straight as the two of you are completely gay for each other

When Charlie was born it was like she had 2 dads

"Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N!" Lucifer came storming into your room, practically jumping out of his skin.

"WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT!" You matched his energy.

"CHARLIE INVITED ME TO THE HOTEL!" He squealed like a school girl.

"OH MY GOD! when?"

"In an hour.... We gotta get ready."

Que Lucifer and you rushing to look presentable (even though you already do)

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From the moment you two arrived at the hotel a certain spider demon took notice of your peculiar relationship.

You sat yourself at the bar along with mimzie.

"Soo you and the short guy fuckin'." Angel bluntly stated.

"Oh no no no. I'm straight. He's straight. But he's 100℅ mine." You explained.

"Oh like a bromance shorta thing, that's cute." Mimzie said while sipping on her drink.

"How long you two been together." Angel insist on considering you a couple.

"From the start."

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hello I have a request for you!! Hazbin hotel edition

Okay okay so Lucifer x Gn reader but reader was like le murete from the book of life?? And they are also taller then Lucifer!!

(I LOVE THAT MOVIE JUST BECAUSE OF MARIA AND LE MURETE!! and I also thought of Lucifer having a xibalba and le murete relationship!!)

I love book of life have u watched Maya and the three it's made by the same people with the same voice actors its amazing.

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Lucifer had just gotten back from the hotel looking more depressed than ever. You didn't get a chance to greet him because he went to your shared room to shove his face into his pillow.

You followed him in worry.

"What's wrong, my love." You say gently and sit on the end he of the bed while rubbing his back.

He signed deeply before raising his head to face you, "Charlie wants a meeting with the head angels and I... Let her." He refused to look you in the eye.

The both of you had many conversations about the hotel, although you disagreed with his say of thinking it never ended in a fight.

"They won't listen to her. They wouldn't even listen to me. I mean I know how she feels, I've been there but she only sees the good. I- I don't want her to go through what I went through." He ranted.

"I think she can do it. She's not you after all." You said meaning it as a compliment but came out wrong.

"Hey your not helping."

You chuckled.

"I mean she's born in hell and yet she still cares about them. Even if the meeting downs t go well she's not gonna give up. They make a bet. I say she's gonna succeed." You reach out your hand waiting for him to shake it.

"I'm not saying she's gonna fail, I'm saying she's gonna end up like me."

"And what's wrong with you?"

"Uhhhh a lot.... Fine." He shook your hand.

"No get up. I made dinner." You pull him off the bed and interlock your fingers.

He raises your now interlocked hands and kisses yours.

"Your the best, y/n."

"I know." You chuckle.

"Thanks for sticking by me. I love you." He looks up at you with a lovesick gaze.

You lean down to kiss his lips.

"I love you too."

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Death is a Debatable Thing-Obey Me x Reader

Summary: MC died 😱 and reincarnated as an angel, as per usual; chaos ensues. Word Count: 6.9k Warnings: Mention of Death, Cursing, Torture (mentioned, no torture happens) Michael is featured heavily in this, I just made up a personality for him, I don't play NB a lot (it makes me too sad) and I think he shows up there so if this is different to how he's portrayed there then L for me. Everyone except Luke was written as and can be read as Romantic(/platonic if you prefer)You can read Michael as Romantic, but I wrote him more Platonically.

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"Absolutely not." You say, looking at your new found wings. "I did not die just to be reincarnated with the ugliest clothing I've ever seen."

"Would you have preferred to have been reincarnated as bare as Eve was in Eden?" The man you'd come to know as Michael. His dark skin shone in the blessed light of the celestial realm, his thick curly hair was pinned back in such a delicate fashion you wanted to unpin all the ornaments in it. Your fingers twitched at your sides.

"Isn't that against modesty rules or something...?" You paused, Simeon was an angel, he essentially had his ass out at all times anyway. Whore.

Michael stares at you weirdly, before playing with one of the loose strands of his hair, pulling the tight coil until it was completely straight before letting go and letting it spring back up again. Now you really wanted to mess up his hair. Just to annoy him.

"So anyway..." You start, sitting on a cloud that you fall through. For a moment you think you're about to pull a Lucifer and fall through the sky, but you manage to grab onto something and pull yourself up. That something is Michael's ankle and he's laughing at you, wiping a tear from ruby red eyes that shine just like that of his fallen brother.

"Stop laughing at me! Anyway, when can i go to the Devildom?" You inquire, watching Michael's face turn stern. He glares down at where you're lying, still gripping his ankle

"You're not returning to the Devildom anytime soon." He says sharply.

Your breath hitches. "Why not?! I have to let the brothers and Dia and Barbs and Sol and everyone else know I didn't die!"

"You did die. Why do you think you're an angel." Michael sighs, "and no. You're not letting them know you've returned."

"Why not?!" You repeat, outraged. "No offence though MC, but you´ve just died." "So?" You reply with indignation. "So," Michael says in a mocking tone, pitching his deep voice up high before letting it fall down the octaves once more. "You're barely able to walk on clouds or do anything yet. Letting you down to the Devildom is the equivalent of sending a baby bird into a den of lions."

"But...they'd protect me." You said softly, Michael's tone softens as well, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"They'd also over-protect you, they've just lost you. I don't think you're ready for that smothering just after your death."

You nod. Michael's soft expression turns devious, "Plus, this way, you have plenty of time to think about how youre going to scare my broth-...the brothers and everyone else whilst proving you're alive...well an angel..."

You grin too. "Amazing point Mr Michael."

He plays with his golden locks again, an idiosyncracy. "Anytime" He grins before beginning to walk again, you grab onto his ankle tighter. "Oh and Mc?"

"Yeah?"

"Call me Mr Michael again and I'm shaving all you hair off. And trust me. Angel hair does not grow back." He smiles evilly. You shudder.

Well it turns out Michael is a fucking liar.

After being a little bit too bored during your second month of being an angel and first month of learning not to fall through the clouds in Michael's private garden that consists purely of clouds and a singular harp he stole from some poor Irish Deity, you go bored and snipped your unnaturally long angel hair up to your waist. You didn't want to go too short just yet.

In the time frame of a week you learnt two things.

One: Angel hair does grow back, maybe a tiny bit faster than human hair, and Two, Michael was babysitting the harp. Turns out the Deity was called the Dagda and he was visiting France on holidays for some reason, poor man, having to go to France and deal with all the French People there. Turns out he left the harp in Michael's hands, something about Fomoranians not being smart enough to see this one coming.

You just nodded and slowly backed away. Michaels red eyes followed you. He and Lucifer had to be twins.

Another day passed. The more you thought about it, the more Michael and Lucifer had to be twins. After having cut your hair to just below your shoulders, you found a piece of unnecessarily fancy parchment paper and a quill on Michael's desk

Holding the black quill in your hands you felt a sense of familiarity wash over you. Was that?....

No fucking way.

Michael was using one of Lucifer's feathers as a quill. You cackled.

After much deliberation you'd realised you could not write with a quill, but also that you were very good at ripping paper and making blotches of ink on said paper with a quill.

You decided to snoop in Michael's desk for a pen, instead you found a drawer titled, 'LUKE ONLY' in cursive letters, the label was stuck to the drawer so obviously you opened it.

Colouring books, letters written by Luke from the Devildom, Report Cards, Crayons, Drawings, and a pack of stickers were left in the drawer, a notepad lay next to it, Michael's cursive handwriting all over it 'Activities to do', it had things like 'Bowling' and 'Baking' and 'Gardening' and 'Teach him how to knit' and 'Arts and Crafts' and 'Prank Jesus' and 'Take him to Human Realm Cinema' and and anything else really. You cooed, your ivory wings rustling happily.

You grabbed a crayon and began to write.

WHY MICHAEL AND LUCI ARE TWINS one; same eyes two; both evil three; both hot four; satan is basically luci's son if you think about it and michael has blond hair too, if luci and michael are twins that means that blond hair is in the gene pool and thats how satn has blond hair even though luci has black hair five; both like wearing dramatic cape coat things six; both of them baby luke seven; they ha

"What are you doing?" Michael asks, startling you, and ruining your next point of 'they have hands', "Why is my drawer open?" He grabs the parchment from you, reads it and bellows out in laughter.

"We are twins you could've asked." He smiled, "also put the crayon back thats Red and Luke likes colouring in Teddy Bears red."

"Yessir."

You were a master conspiracy theorist.

In the end, you and Michael had decided on visiting the Devildom for 'diplomatic' reasons, but upon seeing the glint in his eyes it was probably more for 'dicklomatic' reasons seeing as he's an utter dickhead.

You had a veil covering your face, seeing as you were still kind of legally and widely believed to be dead.

You know, the usual.

You walked behind Michael, attempting to kick at the back of his knees, it never worked sadly. You took a deep breath as you reached the RAD council room doors.

Michael grabs you by your shoulders whispering into your ear. "Now remember MC im going to use you as a bargaining tool, so keep that veil on till i say so, got it?" He grins.

You nod, knowing that 'bargaining tool' in Michaelish translates to 'im bored and want to see a dramatic reunion'

Michael opens the doors.

You walk in with him but stand at the door awkwardly, steeling yourself so you don't immediately run into any of your idiots' arms.

Luke apparently had the same idea, as when he saw Michael, he let out a happy 'yip!' kind of sound similar to a puppy's and then ran from where he stood beside Simeon and Solomon into the Archangel's arms.

Michael catches him happily, petting his head as the young angel nuzzles into his hair, blabbering on about who knows what. Asmo takes a photo of it, everyone else stares with varying levels of fondness, awkwardness and 'meh'.

Sadly for you however, once Simeon is done greeting Michael, and Michael is now distracted by Luke introducing him to Barbatos who is apparently the 'bestest baker in the world!' (you could agree with that sentiment), Simeon walked over to you, his serene smile on his face.

"Hello, I'm Simeon, forgive me for asking, but do I know you? You have a familiar aura."

You shake your head.

"Oh, never the matter" Simeon smiles, "What's your name then. my friend?"

You clear your throat and put on a deep american accent, "Rupert...Pleasure to meet you...Simeon.."

"Are you sure we haven't met before?"

"Certain." You say in the same ridiculous voice.

Simeon nods, he excuses himself after Solomon calls him over, you turn to glance at Michael who is carrying a now sleeping Luke in his arms and gently stroking the boy's golden hair while stressing out Lucifer with questions. Satan looks on with a smirk on his face.

Glancing around the room you see similar scenes, Mammon and Levi are playing a game on the latter's switch, Asmo, Solomon and Simeon are talking, sometimes glancing at you. Barbatos and Diavolo were watching Michael annoy Lucifer, with both sometimes adding their input, causing Michael to laugh loudly then stiffle it, so as not to wake up the sleeping baby in his arms. Beel and Belphie were near the others but still off in their own twin world, Belphie was awake and watching Michael bully Lucifer from where his head laying sleepily on his twin's leg.

Raphael, Thirteen and Mephisto had been sent out on a top secret mission the day before, Michael had said it was because he didnt want to die and also did not want his death to be put in the RAD Newspapers, especially a picture of him that was less than flattering.

Even though everyone seemed joyous, you noticed an air of sadness, like something was missing. Looking at your old seat in the student council you see the amount of flowers set on it.

Against your better judgement, you walk towards it. Not noticing a few pairs of eyes following you.

When you reach your former desk, you notice a photo of you framed, it was you and everyone, a family photo, everyone was either in their demon, angel or reaper forms, you wore really cheap red horns with a halo you shoved on one of them whilst also wearing an old reaper robe. It looked ridiculous, you loved it.

"Enjoying yourself? Rupert.~" a honeyed voice startles you. Asmo, although, somethings in his voice, maybe anger, maybe suspicion.

"Uhhh.." You say in your fake american accent.

"I'm Asmodeus, avatar of lust.~ Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Guess so." You shrug Americanly, thankful once more the veil covers your whole face.

Asmo's eyes have some hurt in them, he seems...catty, probably because you, who he thinks is a random stranger is just standing at his dead loved one's desk.

L.

You open your mouth to say something, but no sound comes out, especially not when another familiar voice is added to the mix.

"Well hello. I don't believe we've met before. The name's Solomon. You must've heard of me."

Oh shit.

"Oh...I have, briefly! Hello Solomon, my name's Robert." You say in your fake deep american accent voice.

Asmo tilts his head, "I thought your name was Rupert?"

Shit.

"Oh. Yes" You quickly bullshit, "My name's got the hyphens, Robert-Rupert." You avoid eye contact despite the fact you have a veil covering your face that only lets you see out of it, so the sorcerer and demon can't even make eye contact with you, even if they wanted to.

This was getting awkward.

"You seem very familiar Robert-Rupert." Solomon says, you did not like that crafty smile.

"I get that a lot." You nod before walking away.

You walk towards Michael who, has a now awake but sleepy Luke in his arms, he sits on one of the sofas in the council room beside Simeon, with Barbatos, Diavolo and Lucifer facing them on the other sofa. Atleast you'll be safe from Solomon over here. As you walk, you notice Satan, Beel and Belphie have left. Either Lucifer was going to get pranked or Lucifer was going to get pranked but not as prankily because Beel unknowingly made puppy-eyes. Mammon and Levi were bickering quietly in a corner (shocking they could do it quietly) about who won the lat round of Devilio kart.

When Michael saw you approaching he waved you over, beckoning you to sit down in the empty space beside him, "This is an angel I'm currently training, their name is.....Steven."

Simeon tilts his head "I thought their name was Rupert?"

Michael clears his throat awkwardly.

You make your voice the deep horrible American accent, "My full name is Robert-Rupert-Steven...it's hyphenated."

Michael nods aggressively.

Lucifer, Simeon, and Barbatos side-eye eachother. Something was going on here.

"So, Robert-Rupert-Steven," Barbatos begins, his polite smile a little jagged at the edges, "I saw you at MC's desk earlier, how so?"

At the mention of your actual name, everyone there tenses up, Luke, thankfully is too sleepy to have realised, Michael quickly stands up with the small angel in his strong arms, knowing if he heard the conversation about to occur he would be upset, "I should probably go, give this one a walk around to wake him up a little. Simeon, would you like to come with me?"

Simeon nods, Michael and Him leave the council room, with Luke sleepily holding both of their hands and walking slowly along with them.

Now you were stuck with the Prince of the Devildom, the Scary Butler and the Scary Single-Dad. All of which haven't realised that it's you, and all of which thinking you are a random stranger.

"Well, Robert-Rupert-Steven?" Diavolo asks, his friendly demeanor the tiniest bit strange,"What captivated you to go towards MC's desk."

"Who's MC?" You decide to play it dumb. Bad decision, seeing as all three stiffen, Barbatos' being the most unnoticeable.

A very long 3 hour conversation went by, wherein, Diavolo, Lucifer, Barbatos as well as a certain Mammon and Levi who joined 10 minutes in, and an Asmo and Solomon who joined 12 minutes in talked about you, for 3 hours straight.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.' was an accurate reprenstation of your mental state actually.

The urge to just rip your veil off right there was almost stronger than the urge to dropkick Maddi anytime you remembered she existed. Keyword being almost.

You just about made it out of the council room with your life. Now for your master plan. Scare the absolute shit out of the Anti-Lucifer-League. That'll get them back for never listening to your amazing prank suggestion of leaving random origami swans around the house in random spots. It was genius!

Breaking into the House of Lamentation was always easy when you knew that Mammon hid his emergency house key behind the garden gnome that now you saw it....kind of looked like a really bad rendition of Michael. With its dark skin, A DnD-esque robe and, a horrible smiley face painted on it, and the worst crime of all, bright yellow, almost neon hair, and also a princess tiara.

You almost cackled.

Taking the key you slowly open the door to the kitchen and sneakily sneak in. Sadly for you, it was they key to the kitchen door to the outside of the back of the house, which meant it opened in the kitchen, and since it opened in the kitchen, you awkwardly waved at Beel, who was having a midnight feast.

Beel tilts his head. "You're the Angel from earlier. What are you doing here?"

You once more, fake your Robert-Rupert-Steven voice and say, "I have Materials for the Anti-Lucifer League as they've suggested."

You are such a good liar.

"Oh," Beel nods, normally he wouldn't let a stranger into the house, but something felt...familiar...and safe with you. "Okay then, do you know where you're going?"

"Yes."

Beel nods, and goes back to eating the pudding labelled 'MAMMONS: BEEL DONT TOUCH THESE'

After much searching, you do not find the Anti-Lucifer-League, but you do unfortunately, open the door to Lucifer's office. The place where Lucifer currently is.

He looks up immediately on guard. You are not prepared to die a second time,

"What are you-" He begins, in demon form and standing up.

You interrupt him, making 'woooooh!' sounds and waving your arms about, and in your Robert-Rupert-Steven voice, you say "Wooooh! I am the....ghost of christmas past!...Woooh! and I am..." You pause, not noticing your Robert-Rupert-Steven voice has began to slip away, and your natural one has taken its place. "I am here to tell youuuuu.....to woohhhh! Take breaks more! Woooh!....and not overwork yourself! Woooh!"

Lucifer pauses, the danger in his eyes fades into disbelief. He knows that voice. He's spent the better part of a year listening to recordings of that voice and praying to his Father for the first time since the celestial war for that voice to return to him.

"..MC?.."

You've been found out. Quickly you put your Robert-Rupert-Steven voice back on, except it's gone up 12 pitches. "Who's MC?! Haha! What a weird thing to sa-"

You don't get to finish, as Lucifer pulls your veil off. His breath hitches upon seeing your face.

Your covers been blown. All because you pretended to be the ghost of Christmas past. Great.

Lucifer immediately pulls you into a hug, arms tightening around you, as if he's afraid you'd disappear. He chuckles, wiping tears from his eyes, his frame shakes. "I thought-thought I'd lost you forever...I always thought your face was angelic...-...it's fitting."

You hug him just as tightly.

But ever the menace, after about an hour or so, you look up at the Avatar of Pride, "Say, Luci?"

"Yes, my dove?"

"Wanna help me prank the rest of them?"

"Perhaps...I might help with...some setups..." He pauses, "You are telling Barbatos outright though."

You shudder. "Of course I am. I don't have a second deathwish."

Lucifer's grip on you tightens slightly, you kiss his cheek in apology. "Sorry," You grin, "Too soon?"

"Try again in another century dear."

The next day, the first thing you and Lucifer do is travel to the Demon Lord´s Castle.

Barbatos greets you in the Entrance Hall, "Oh, Lucifer," He nods in greeting at the eldest of the brothers (second eldest actually, seeing as Michael enjoys bragging that he's older by a whopping total of 2 minutes) he turns to you, who put the veil back on, "And Robert-Rupert-Steven, Welcome to the Demon Lord's Castle, although, I must ask, why you have shown up today?"

In your Robert-Rupert-Steven voice, you accidentally, against your better judgement, and rather impulsively state; "I'm here to assassinate Dia-...volo."

A portal opens, dragging you through it, and you land in the feared rumoured dungeons. Barbatos follows gracefully, now in Demon Form. Leaving a sighing Lucifer in his wake in the Entrance Hall. He decides to just journey to Diavolo's office and discuss things related to work. Barbatos wouldn't hurt you when he found out it was you so he really had nothing to worry about. Maybe you'd finally learn to stop joking about assassinating Diavolo, especally when other Noble Demons were around at Balls.

Sadly for you, you were now alone in Barbatos' Dungeons. Now what's scarier than being alone in Barbatos' Dungeons? Being alone with Barbatos in Barbatos' dungeons.

Time to run away.

As it turns out, running away isn't very easy when magic chains pin you to the wall. In your panic, you blurt out, "You know, I'd rather you pin me to the wall haha!" in your normal voice. The fear forcing your horrible puns and jokes to slip out.

Barbatos, who had been approaching menacingly calmly with a torture device pauses so fast it gives you whiplash. (Better than getting whiplash from the whip he was previously holding.)

In some display akin to a cockroach kind of squirming about after you crush it, in your chained up state you manage to twitch enough that you were able to pinch a piece of your veil's fabric just enough that it falls to the ground.

Immediately, the magic chains fall away, strong arms catch you as you stumble. "Hi Barbs..." You say breathlessly.

Barbatos looks like he'd seen a ghost. (You were an Angel, thank you very much.) After your death he had tried and tried to pull a you from another dimension. It would never work, some force stopped him each time. (To be fair, it was probably your jealous ass. No way in Diavolo were you being replaced by yourself from another dimension.)

His bottom lip trembles, much like the rest of his body, as he leans in, "May I, my dear?" You nod, giving him your consent as he kisses you so gently, as if he feared you would break or fade away.

He murmurs apology upon apology for the fact he had no doubt frightened you, he couldn't risk a threat to Diavolo, your 'death' had left him a little...tethered and emotional.

You close your eyes and kiss him again, now noticing you're in the kitchens and not in the spooky scary dungeon.

"Wanna bake cookies? Like we always used to do?"

Barbatos nods softly. "You do have to tell Lord Diavolo you're actually alive though, little lamb."

Your eyes light up. "We could make a cake! And hide me inside it!"

Barbatos sighs, but looking at your puppy eyes, he agrees. Gently he picks a stray ivory feather from your wings, making them rustle at the touch. Devil...you looked angelic.

Baking with Barbatos was always fun, but sadly he did not agree with your attempt at throwing flour at him.

"MC?" He catches your attention, bringing an ungloved hand to caress your face, "Have I ever told you that you shine brighter than all the stars in the Devildom?"

You blush and try to cover your face when he turns away to add more eggs into your batter only to find flour on your face. That sneaky bastard! Psychological warfare is illegal. And that sure felt like it.

It was on.

Apparently it was only on for you though. Though you did get a speck of flour on Barbatos' apron. That was a win, especially if you ignore the fact that your face and apron were covered in the white powder, which you were ignoring! So take that Barbatos!

In the end, the cake was beautiful, Barbatos helped you into the cake, and cut out a you shaped hole out of the layers made.

He then helped you out again, and the Flour War began again only this time with icing.

Hiding in a cake is quite a fun experience. Especially when you can take bites of your hiding space. Yum yum.

You feel Barbatos' wheeling of you stop as he reaches Diavolo's office, he knocks on the door, and as you requested, begins to film on his DDD (you had to promise the video would never get out of your hands.)

Diavolo sat alone, Lucifer had had to leave an hour before, Beel had went on a rampage in Hell's Kitchen again apparently.

"My Lord, I feel you have been feeling down, so here is a treat." Barbatos says, "And as a special treat, I will allow you to cut it yourself." He nods at Diavolo who you can just picture has stars in his eyes as you hear the demon butler walk to a corner of the room, still filming.

Diavolo brings the knife to the cake, as it cuts into it, you grab the blade and pull it forward. Upon hearing Divaolo's confused murmurs, You peek through the tiny hole the knife made, seeing Diavolo distracted, tilting his head like a child and asking Barbatos what he should do now.

You however know what you should do now.

Quick as a flash, you shove your hands through the cake, reach for Diavolo's arms and pull him in face first.

You didn't even care if it was probably treason. Diavolo's suprised screaming and Barbatos' slight surprised chuckle was so worth it.

It was worth it for Diavolo even after 4 hours, as he held you in his big arms, whilst the both of you were still covered in cake. Barbatos, the traitor, snapped photos of this and sent them to Lucifer.

On a great note, Diavolo agreed to help prank the rest of the brothers with you, much to Barbatos' dismay. (The butler was definitely going to help you with a certain sorcerer, however)

After a night and day at the castle and a very extensive bath, you recollected your veil, and snuck out (read: Barbatos and Diavolo waved goodbye to you and gave you some left over cake for the journey home) of the castle, you began your walk to Purgatory Hall.

Michael was staying there, and you needed to tell him everyone's reactions so far.

It was also a Saturday, meaning that Solomon would be out in Sorcerer's society meetings all night and morning.

When you got there you made use of the tree there and climbed up it until you saw something in Luke's room. You paused your climbing and looked in through the window.

Two figures were in the Young Angel's room.

As Luke lay tucked in in his bed, cuddling the dog plushie that Mammon had given him at a carnival last year that he claims to have thrown away, Michael and Simeon sat on his bed, the nightlight on the boy's bedside table created a gentle glow that the two elder were using to read the storybook strew across both of their laps aloud, they appeared to be acting it out ever so slightly. When Luke finally drifted off. Both Angels kissed his forehead then dimmed the nightlight down slightly, dim enough where it wouldn't hurt the boy's eyes but bright enough that the dark wouldn't scare him if he woke up in the middle of the night, keeping the curtains open for added light.

You cooed silently, your white wings rustling.

Snapping out of it, you scale across the wall before finding the spare room Michael was staying in and breaking in.

"Hello Motherfucker." You greet the Archangel.

"You couldn't pay me to fuck your mother."

"Harsh. And here I was about to tell you my escapades..." You sigh dramatically. Michael immediately smiles sweetly. Buttering you up. You cave.

After about an hour of Michael laughing at you specifically, and then changing your contact to 'ghost of christmas past' the bastard finally fell asleep.

Feeling thirsty, you snuck downstairs into the kitchen to get a drink, and also a sharpie so you could draw a mustache on Michael's face. Not bothering to put your veil on seeing as no one would be awake anyway.

As you filled up a glass of water and leaned against the kitchen counter drinking it, lost in your own plans, mainly of who to prank nest and how to do it.

You don't hear the little pitter-patter of feet until it's too late.

"MC?" A sleepy Luke stands in the doorway in cat themed pajamas no doubt gifted to him by a certain someone, he holds his dog plush loosely as he rubs his eyes with a tiny fist.

He walks slowly towards the cupboard, pouting sleepily when he realises he can't reach it, you immediately grab his favourite mug,(the one with the red tractor on it) knowing to put milk and some sugar in it before placing it in the microwave for 2 minutes.

Luke walks over to you still half asleep, resting his face on your side, you bring him in for a hug. "Simeon said you went to a happy place after you left, he always got sad when I asked when you were coming home..."

You bite your lip and speak softly, "My flight got delayed for a little while," You lie. Luke didn't need to know you died, Simeon hadn't told him in the best of ways to shield the young boy, that worked out in your favour.

You catch the microwave before it beeps, taking the warm milk out and stirring the hot-spots out of it before handing it to Luke. With his teddy now in the crook of his elbow, he sleepily took the mug before putting his tiny hand in yours.

"C'mon Luke, let's get you back to bed." You say softly, he nods tiredly.

"Will you tuck me in? And read me a bedtime story?" He yawns quietly.

"Of course."

After closing his curtains and tucking Luke in, he snuggles up to you and you read him a bedtime story, after drinking his warm milk, he falls asleep quite quickly, so do you.

A mistake, really. Seeing as in the morning when Simeon comes in to wake the small angel up and sees you there he lets out a shriek very out-of-character for him.

A shriek which wakes both you and Luke up.

Luke smiles toothily, "Oh Simeon! MC came back last night! Did you not see?"

Simeon collects himself, "I must've been asleep Luke, why don't you get dressed then come down for breakfast? Michael and I made pancakes. M-MC, why don't you come downstairs now?"

Luke nods and gets up dutifully.

As soon as you leave the room and Simeon is sure you're both out of the earshot of Luke, he pulls you into a hug which you return.

"I thought I'd lost you.." He breathes out softly.

"Me? C'mon Simmy...you know I'd never let death keep me." You laugh, he laughs breathlessly.

"I suppose not...." He captures your lips in a soft innocent kiss before leading you downstairs, hand-in-hand.

When Michael sees the two of you he offers you a pancake, far too casually for Simeon's taste.

Simeon looks between the two of you and glares at Michael. "You knew about this."

"Haha! Funny story actually! I need to go help Jesus! He's gone and ventured into another desert!" Michael laughs nervously before booking it, only coming back when Luke appears, knowing then he's safe from Simeon's wrath....

....for now.

You took out your super serious napkin and crayon that you stole from Diavolo (read: Diavolo gave you) and crossed out Simeon's name.

Your list was now as follows:

Purgatory Hall Simeon Solomon House of Lamentation Mammon Levi Satan Asmo Beel Belphie

For Satan and Belphie, you could knock out two Anti-Lucifer-League Birds with one stone. It felt a little mean to prank prank Levi and Beel...Mammon and Asmo were debatable, but you were going all out on Solomon. That'll teach him to turn you into a sheep that one time 2 years ago.

After careful deliberation and planning, (20 seconds of thinking.) You'd decided to sneak into the Sorceror's society and jokingly attempt to assassinate Solomon, and maybe fully assassinate Maddi if she was there. Not maybe, definitely.

Veil over your head, you walked in, when the sorcerer guards stopped you, you just pretended to be Michael then walked further in. Apparently they were terrified of the Archangel. Damn this society needs better sorcerers securitying it.

After stealing schedules you realised Solomon would be in a meeting right now with a bunch of no names. Oh well.

You crept into the meeting and attempted to plunge the butter knife Barbatos' gave you from the castle kitchens specifically for this in his neck, knowing he'd dodge. "This is for the Sheep Potion you Rat Bastard!" You screech like a Bean Sídhe. After half a millisecond of shock and slight anger, Solomon realises who it is behind the veil, laughing he grabs the arm you're holding the butter knife in and drags you into his lap, gently ripping the veil off of you and giving you a peck on the forehead, before he turns to the shocked and slack-jawed sorcerers that looked older than he did. "Sorry all, my adorable partner," He puncuates the word partner by pulling you closer to him, "missed me a little too much. and has-" He kisses you on the lips passionately for a moment, leaving you very much breathless and him very much chuckling, "-strange ways of showing their affection."

Bastard.

Some time into the meeting you whisper, "How are you not more shocked?"

"Well Robert-Rupert," He whispers teasingly back to you, "Remember that binding spell we did back when you were alive? It never broke. I knew the moment I saw you."

Your heart stops. "Did you tell anyone else?"

"I debated telling Asmo, but I suppose you wanted to on your own terms." He teases.

"I should've tried to stab you with a sharper knife."

Solomon laughs, "Oh and MC my love?"

"Hmm?"

His eyes glint predatorily, "You look absolutely ravishing as an angel. I can't help but want to corrupt you..."

You bury your face in his chest to hide your blush.

Bastard.

On the bright side, now a rumour that Solomon the Wise and Michael the Archangel are secret lovers has spread around the Devildom. You're counting that as a win.

Purgatory Hall Simeon Solomon House of Lamentation Mammon Levi Satan Asmo Beel Belphie

After your encounter with Solomon, you'd decided learning to just hide your angel form was the best course of action. Luckily it was fucking easy and you could've done it ages ago. Strange how Simeon and Luke never mentioned it....meh. You're pretty sure Luke just thought Michael thought you were super cool so he made you an angel. You weren't telling him anything otherwise.

´Satan and Belphie watch your fucking backs.´ was the pedal note of all your thoughts currently, you´d snuck back into the House of Lamentation, thankfully Beel was not in the kitchen, he was at Fangol at this hour.

Walking through the halls stealthily, you heard whispers as two sets of feet seemed to enter the room at the farthest end of the hallway. Lucifer´s room.

You fucking caught them.

No time to be caught in Lucifer´s room, seeing as if you were there long enough and Lucifer caught you, you would not be leaving for a good while.

So you crept up to the attic, the official Anti-Lucifer-League headquarters, you climbed the pillars to get on the roof and you waited.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, snickering could be heard coming up to the attic. Satan opens the door, letting Belphie in, both brothers in various fits of sniggering as they walk into the room.

"He'll never see this one coming!" "This is our best one yet."

From your place on the attic ceiling, you spot Lucifer filming on his DDD from the shadows of the doorway. Of course he found out about this.

"Of course it's our best one yet!"

You swing down off of the ceiling beam, swinging lightly upside down. "And you didn't invite me?" You pout.

Satan and Belphie scream, clutching onto eachother, before noticing that it's you and running to pull you down and clutch onto you instead. You notice Lucifer chuckle and put his DDD in his pocket before leaving. Traitor.

You cuddle into your two Anti-Lucifer League Brethren, maybe this wasn't so bad. (Of course it wasn't, you loved your idiots.)

Safe to say, you didn't leave the attic for a long time. Apparently people need time to process that you're not actually dead. What madness.

House of Lamentation Mammon Levi Satan Asmo Beel Belphie

You had long unentangled yourself with a sleeping Belphie and Satan, making sure to leave a:

it wasnt a dream dont worry lads im alive.

note on their chests just in case.

Sitting in the attic with your napkin and crayon in hand, you ripped the Purgatory Hall part off of it and used the back of it for that note, you scanned through the list. You should save your First Man for last, so your next options were Beel, Asmo and Levi.

Seeing as you've shown yourself to Belphie, it's only natural your gentle giant is next.

Watch your fucking back Beel. Literally

Speaking of, it's been a few hours, Beel should be coming back from Fangol practice any moment now.

As was routine at this point, you crept through the House of Lamentation's halls and quickly ran into Beel and Belphie's shared bedroom.

As Beel walked into the room, his Fangol bag slung across his chest and a pile of after Fangol snacks in his hands, you braced yourself, made a run for it, anf landed right square on his back, arms around his neck to keep from falling.

"Oh hi MC!" Beel hummed cheerfully, before his eyes widened and he dropped his snacks. "MC?!"

"Hi!"

Quick as a flash, Beel maneuvers himself in 'dying cockroach you in Barbatos' dungeons part two' and grabs you into his arms.

"I thought you died..." He said, smelling your hair as he cuddled you.

"I did. I just came back as an angel."

"Really?" His breath hitches, "Can I see?.."

You take a deep breath and your wings and halo pop out, he strokes them gently.

"You're beautiful..." He whispers, enraptured...."I think...out of all of Father's creations over the years since the celestial war...you're the most precious...."

He speaks softly, always the gentle giant, the moment lasts for just a moment, before the moment, like all moments do, has passed. Beel's stomach rumbles and you giggle.

"You should eat your snacks, Beelie.."

"They always taste better when we share." He nods seriously.

House of Lamentation Mammon Levi Satan Asmo Beel Belphie

Levi or Asmo? You bit your crayon in thought then immediately made a face. Crayons did not taste nice.

Speaking of things that did not taste nice, you remembered that one time you tried to eat Levi's controller because you were bored.

Levi it was!

You had to time this perfectly, waiting in the shadows until Levi went down to get a snack, you snuck into his room, saying the answer to his password out of pure habit, before sitting on his gamer chair and maneuvering it in such a way he would not be able to see anyone on it from the door.

When Levi walked into his room, a bag of crisps in hand, he took a few steps before you swung around "Boo!" and he screamed. Dropping his crisps.

After convincing him you were infact not a ghost (Unlike Lucifer's), you sat with him in your arms, watching anime, and getting caught up on the new episodes released.

You cuddled up to him in his bathtub that night. You grinned evilly. This gave you an idea.

House of Lamentation Mammon LeviSatan Asmo Beel Belphie

It was no secret that Asmo bathed a lot. Funfact, Angels can hold their breath for 30 minutes!

As Asmo was busy picking out which pajamas he wanted to wear after his bath, you tiptoed behind him and slowly got in his bath, hiding under the bubbles.

It took a total of five minutes before Asmo closed the door to his bathroom and got into his bath, this was your chance! Reaching out, you grabbed his foot and pulled him under.

He screeched, when got back above the surface of the water, he grabbed your hand and pulled you over.

He squealed this time, hugging you tightly.

"Oh MC darling!~ I thought you were...well never the matter~...." He punctuated each word by kissing your face all over, leaving you squirming in his grasp out of embarassment. "How naughty!~ Sneaking into my bath like that...~...not that you arent always welcome my lovely!~"

"A-asmo," You say, your clothes soaked, though you couldn't find yourself caring. "Asmo, I love you..." your voice is soft and the Avatar of Lust coos.

It was a nice night.

Time for your final victim. Your First Man. Feeling nice, you decided not to do something too mean.

Painstakingly, you made a trial of grimm from the front door to your First Man's room, more specifically; to his bed. The plan was to hide behind the door and jumpscare him while he was busy collecting the grimm.

Unfortunately for you, seeing as you weren't sure when Mammon got off his modelling shift, you'd finished far too early, and since you and Asmo were up the entire night, you were quite sleepy.

Surely a little 5 minute nap wouldnt hurt?

You woke up hours later to a sobbing Mammon on top of you, cuddling you in his arms like his life depended on it. It seems you'd falled asleep on his bed, more specifically in his nest.

In the nest you would normally sleep in while alive. (While Human technically, seeing as you are alive, just not human.)

You bring a hand to his snowy locks, he sobs harder. Like his brother, kissing all over your face softly, "Thought I lost ye' forever Hum'n" he gasps for air, his sobs quieting down, "Though' you were gone....I prayed ev'ry nigh'...." he says, voice barely above a whisper as he strokes your cheek, looking into your eyes. "I prayed ta Fath'r ev'ry nigh' since ye' died...that he'd bring ye' back te me...."

"And he did..." You say just as softly, bringing your hand up to wipe the tears from his eyes, sharing a soft kiss with him. As always, your greedy lovable bastard would want more, and you'd want nothing more than to give them to him.

And the next day when you told Michael you'd be staying in the Devildom he cheered, then told you to include him in this 'Anti-Lucifer League business' because it 'seemed fun'.

Wow. Now you knew where Satan got it from. Poor Lucifer, he just barely got away from Michael in the Celestial realm, and now he has to deal with Michael 2.0 in the Devildom.

Satan and Michael really were kind of similar....maybe it's a good thing they've only met in passing.

Moral of the story kids. Death sucks, don't do it. If you do do it, reincarnate. Bam! Problem Solved.

This is the longest ever fic I've ever wrote and probably does not make a lot of sense so I apologise for that. I also apologise for any ooc behaviour i'm still learning how to write characterisation😔✊

also i love thinking of Michael being a father figure to Luke and its very obvious

First date with Lucifer

fem!reader x lucifer, fluff, headcanons

oh, who would have though? A date with king of hell, it seemed crazy for any outsider in fact, if somebody had told you a year ago you were going on a super romantic date with a fallen angel you would have laughed your ass out

Yet, here Y/N was staring at herself in the mirror as she fixed her curled hair put up in tangles and wine red dress paired with a black pair of heels, matching with Lucifer's usual colour scheme.

She touched up her makeup before turning to grab her purse as she heard a knock on her door, she turned the doorknob opening her door to meet her date's gaze. This is when she realised what was happening, it finally sunk into her mind I'm going on a date with the most powerful demon in hell.. She thought, her lips parting and turning into genuine smile at the sight before her,

Lucifer was standing there with a beautiful suit holding the most gorgeous bouquet of roses in the entirety of hell, he reached out for her hand before planting a kiss on top

"shall we?"

! I for one, believe Lucifer would be so awkward on a first date, he needs everything to be perfect, ever since Lillith left the poor soul he has had such a pain trusting his partners but he's finally decided this needs to change

! Definetly brings you to a restaurant if he need to be safe but if he's feeling a little creative he would bring you to an apple tree near the sea during the late evening

! will bring you stargazing

! 100% has a lot of knowledge on stars and planets in hell and he's super exited to be able to share it with somebody

! first kiss under the stars, "you're supposed to be looking at the stars right now, not me" "you're better to look at"

! soooo cheesy will throw out the cutest pick up lines though! still cheesy..

! brings you out for dinner after stargazing, such a gentle man

! walks you home, you laugh and speak the whole time, when did you even arrive home?? time flies by so fast when you're with somebody you like..

! depending on how the date went, he might stay over and entertain the rest of your night...

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!

Imagine (Lucifer)

In which you see only black and white until you meet your soulmate. You just arrived in the Devildom for your internship with Solomon, and Diavolo has brought you before the 6 demons you’ll be staying with.

(Imagine below the cut)

Packing was rather boring to you.

Solomon had come over to help you, but he just ended up lounging on your bed and occasionally using a spell to throw something back into your closet if it looked bad.

He could see color because he had a different type of soulmark.

Eventually you were done, and now you were waiting for the portal to appear in your driveway.

Solomon was teasing you about something, but quickly shut up when the portal appeared and a tall demon stepped out.

When you got to the Devildom, Diavolo took a moment to tell you about the demons you’d be saying with.

Solomon started to tease you again, something about how you better be careful you don’t fall for any of them.

But then the first one stepped in.

Your had to shut your eyes from the intensity of the colors as they flooded into focus.

The first thing that you had seen in color was the black-red eyes of the black haired man, and then he was frozen.

Solomon must have noticed your awestruck expression as you let your eyes wander around to what he was wearing, then quickly back up to his face.

He also seemed to be drinking in the colors around him for the first time, and you startled as Solomon nudged you to try to get you to stop staring.

He probably thought you were just surprised by his looks.

“Can you see them too?” 

The man finally spoke, his deep voice almost a whisper, and that’s when the rest of the people in the room realized what had happened.

Their oldest brother had finally found his soulmate.

Affection Headcannons (Lucifer)

Fandom: Obey Me!

Part 1/7

General

Lucifer wasn’t used to so much soft physical contact before you. 

But now he’s used to your daily acts of affection.

He doesn’t often seek out your affections first, but will accept you any time that you want attention. 

Unless it’s past curfew.

Then expect him to scold you lightly and walk you back to your room.

Secretly he wants to pull you into his room and fall asleep with his arms around you.

But he knows he should wait until you specifically ask for that.

He doesn’t want to push your limits too far after all.

Hands

He’ll let you hold his hand or arm when you’re walking together, often seeking out your hand himself if you don’t make the first move.

Lucifer likes to rub little circles on the back of your hands whenever he holds them.

His hands are typically a little below room temperature, so they feel nice against your warm skin.

If you’re sick or just really hot, he’ll let you hold his hands against your forehead to cool you down a bit.

He particularly likes when you play with his hair while he’s working, often leaning into your touch like a cat when your nails scratch against his scalp.

Kisses

Lucifer prefers to keep the kissing to when you’re alone, but if you manage to look sad enough, he’ll allow you to press a quick kiss to the corner of his lips.

Unsurprisingly, his lips are soft, and a little warmer than his hands.

He likes to kiss your shoulders whenever you’re laying down together, and if you’re standing, he’ll swoop you up into his arms to kiss your lips and forehead.

If you’re feeling sad, Lucifer will kiss each of your fingers (provided they’re clean) and then steal a breathtaking kiss from your lips.

Lucifer’s kisses are deliberate and passionate. He kisses you like there’s no one else in the world.

Hugs

Hugging Lucifer makes you feel so safe.

He knows you like when he rests his chin on the top of your head, so he dos that often. 

Occasionally when you’re sitting on your chair and working he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you to watch you work.

He doesn’t want to distract you though so it doesn’t happen very often.

He likes when you come into his room (after knocking of course) and hug him from behind while he works.

Don’t expect him to get much work done if you combine that with neck kisses.

Cuddles

Lucifer is a sucker for cuddles.

He is definitely a big spoon, but will let you be the big spoon if you ask.

He likes to wrap his arms around your waist and trace patterns on your skin with a couple fingers.

Sometimes he’ll ask to lay his head on your lap so you can play with his hair while he takes a nap if he’s hard a particularly bad day.

Once you start sleeping together, his favorite position is spooning.

He just loves the feeling of your smaller back pressed to his front.

His chin is always at the top of your head, unless his nose is against your hair.

Playing with the Demon Brothers(Lucifer) ♡

NSFW Minors dni

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, DOM/TOP reader, SUB/BOTTOM character, cock-stepping, heavy degradation, exhibitionism, slight petplay, dumbification, and edging

Word Count: 851

A/n: Sorry I had barely been writing any Obey Me! fics, I was just weirdly focused on Genshin for some reason. I'll make this one extra long♡ A Mammon fic will probably come out next(I might do a different brother because it's easier for me to write about certain brothers over the others)

Lucifer ♡

I'd say that Lucifer would be be a pretty obedient sub, contrary to what I believed at first

He would definitely pride himself on being an obedient sub, but would definitely be hesitant to try different things, considering he is the Avatar of Pride.

He would feel so embarrassed by being called puppy. I just know he would start involuntarily whining

Not only because of the embarrassing pet name, but the fact the it turns him on so much.

He prefers that you don't call him that too much in public though because of -obviously- his pride, and the risk of his high reputation.

But that doesn't mean you can't tease him a little bit~

Definitely a masochist.

He would especially love being whipped

He LOVES the pain and would moan so loud if you hit him

"Hey, Luci~", you whispered, giving him a sultry look. "I'm pretty bored right now. Let's have some fun~" Lucifer just tsked as you attempted to seduce him. You were at a very elegant café, not a single speck anywhere. It was nice and quiet, a wonderful place to drink some tea. Lucifer found it utterly disrespectful that you were attempting to seduce in such a refined, not to mention, public area such as this...yet somehow, he could feel this small shiver go down his back as he imagined what would happen if you two...

Okay, this was NOT working out. Luci wasn't going to fall for your tricks. Not again...is what he told himself, but deep down inside him, he knew it wasn't true. "This isn't the place, nor the time, Y/n. I suppose you get your act together," Lucifer glared at you from across the table. "Oh don't act so high and mighty now, Luci," you sneered at him as you raised your foot and began to tease his crotch with your foot. Lucifer visibly stiffened up, red blooming across his face. He looked to his side to make sure that the curtain hiding yourself from other people was still closed. He made an attempt to cover up his sounds, but it wasn't easy though. You were mercilessly pressing down on his cock, making sure to push down on him with your heel especially hard.

You could feel his cock stiffen up to its full length, twitching a bit. Lucifer was starting to let out small moans, unable to contain himself. "Mmhn, Y-y/n...Ah, nnHH!" Luci completely forgot about the place you two were in as he finally began to hump your shoe, only thinking about his pleasure. Little gasps and choked moans fell from his lips as he continuously rubbed himself on your shoe. If you kept up with your movements, Luci definitely was going to cum, and you both knew it.

Right before Lucifer could reach his sweet release, you removed your foot from his crotch. "B-but why," Luci whined, his face completely flushed, sweat rolling down his face. You could see tears building up in his eyes, threatening to spill out. You absolutely loved bringing this side of Lucifer out. "I decide when you get to cum. Don't you remember, puppy?" You grabbed Luci by his hair, moving him closer to your face. His face was even redder now, a few tears slipping from his dilated eyes. His mouth was opened up a little bit, as if waiting for something. "Look at you puppy," you whispered. "You were about to cum like a slut right in front of all these people. From a little bit of cock rubbing? You don't deserve the title of the Avatar of Pride."

Lucifer's eyes widened even more, his mouth opening even more as a whine started to grow in the back of his throat. His dick continued to leak pre-cum as Luci felt a strange feeling from your harsh words. "You were humping my foot like a dog in heat moments ago," you sneered. "Some pride that is. You're no respectful demon. You're just a whore that only cares about cumming. And why do you keep opening your mouth? Do you want me to shove something in there?" you said, raising an eyebrow. Luci moaned and nodded as he opened his mouth wider. "P-please," Luci whined under his breath. "I-I want you to kiss me...please,"

"Good puppy." You grabbed Lucifer by the jaw, smashing your lips on him and harassing his mouth with your tongue. Luci grabbed onto your wrists as he moaned sloppily into the kiss. At this point, you were almost 100% sure that people could hear you both now. The two of you didn't try too hard to cover up your sounds in the end.

But it was worth it though.

You finally broke this kiss as Luci gasped, still trying to lean into the kiss. Seeing Lucifer look up at you with those needy eyes. Eyes just begging you to tie him down and fuck him senseless. He wouldn't have to worry anymore. Once you got home, you would fuck him so hard that he wouldn't need or even be able to use words anymore♡

Ughhh

Give me this King of Hell sitting on his throne, thighs open in a man spread. He's got a gold chain of a soul binding wrapped around your neck connecting you to him as he pulls you closer with your knees running into the carpet, a playful smirk laying on his lips as he growls, "Now now, don't forget you're mine, forever,"

Hello! Sorry to bother you, but I saw you were wanting OB requests, so I'd thought I would submit one 🙂

Angst/Comfort with Lucifer and Beel? (Seperate pls/and romantically). MC is feeling extremely down, her mental health has declined and she just feels empty and disconnected and she doesn't understand why? And she doesn't think anyone will understand so she goes and confesses to them about it?

I apologize if it's to much, thank you 🩷

Of course! And no worries at all, I may not answer requests immediately but I'll try! So, send in a request if you have any!

This is based in the original timeline!

Warnings ;; Bad mental health, comfort from both Lucifer and Beelzebub, (kind of) stress eating in Beelzebub's part, and (technically) alcohol in Lucifer's part, proceed with caution.

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

Lucifer ;; The Prideful Eldest

Seeing you hurt, hurt Lucifer in response.

Lucifer clearly loved you dearly, even if he may have been a little too strict at times, he did love you.

Lucifer's immediate response to your confession was a frown, said frown being replaced with a gentle and comforting smile in the end.

"I'm deeply sorry you're going through such a time, my dear. I love you, dearly. Would you like a glass of Demonus?"

The fallen angel would ask, his voice soft as he gently looked at you.

If you said yes, he'd grab his best and oldest bottle of Demonus, pouring both of you a glass.

He'd slide you the glass, silently sitting next to you in front of the fire in his private study, that hid in the House of Lamentation's library.

He would never pressure you into speaking your mind, he'd only ask that you spoke the truth when you did so.

Beelzebub ;; The Famished Sixth-Born

Beelzebub felt his heart clench inside of his chest at your confession.

He pulled his head out of the refrigerator, looking over at you with a frown.

He stood up straight, holding his left wrist to his chest with his right hand.

His silence filled the room after your heartfelt confession.

After many a moment of silence, he handed you a plate of sweet confectionaries.

"I.. may not know what you're going through exactly, but.. I can always offer you some sweets? They always help me when I feel guilty for Lilith's passing. After all, you're the one who helped me realize that it wasn't my fault. I love you for that, so much."

Beelzebub responded, taking a confection off of the plate and taking a bite.

He continued to hold the plate out to you, waiting for you to take one.

Even if you said no, he'd find something else for you to eat.

Food always helped him, so he'll try to help you with the same thing.

So, I asked a few friends of mine ( @authormars and @ivediedmorethan20times ) for an Obey Me character, and they gave me Lucifer and Diavolo. I wanted to write something, so here's this!

(gave up a little on dia's part......)

So, have you guys ever seen those videos of people playing opera songs on the piano in public? That's kind of where I went with this.

This is primarily Lucifer and Diavolo reacting to you singing opera in public, upon hearing someone playing the piano.

While the song used is primarily sung by a woman, it can be interpreted in any way.

This is based on the original timeline!

Warnings ;; None

Relationship ;; Can be viewed either way, wrote in a romantic sense though

Type ;; One-Shot, in bulleted form (because I'm not going to change it and it was originally headcanons.....)

LUCIFER ;; THE PRIDEFUL ELDEST

Lucifer decided to take you out to Ristorante Six, in order to congratulate you for your spectacular grades in RAD.

He was proud of you, and wanted to show you that. He figured it wasn't easy to get used to RAD's grading and curriculum, after all.

A few moments after the waiter delivered your food, you heard a paino start playing in the corner of the elegant restaurant.

You couldn't help but almost immediately recognize it. It was particularly famous in the human world.

Queen of the Night, one of Mozart's most famous pieces.

You cleared your throat and began to sing the lyrics, entirely in German.

Lucifer couldn't help but stop, his eyes wide as he watched you. He wasn't the only one either, the entire restaurant immediately turned toward you, even the pianist.

Lucifer slowly leaned back in his seat, a prideful smirk crossing his lips. He listened contently until you and the pianist finished.

"I never knew you excelled at opera. Believe it or not, I have a record of The Magic Flute. Would you like to borrow it sometime?"

DIAVOLO ;; THE HEAD OF THE STUDENT COUNCIL

Diavolo had decided to throw a party of complete grandeur. For what reason? He wanted to celebrate you. It came to him in a dream, despite the amount of times he's done it.

You meant a lot to him, whether you'd truly realized just how much, or not. The party wasn't any surprise, a simple show of his gratitude towards you, simply for your existence in the Devildom.

You hung out with Diavolo, watching people dance and drink and have fun. Simple chatter went back and forth between the two of you, before you piped up.

The pianist began playing another song, given the previous one ended. A song from a well-known opera. Queen of the Night, written by Mozart.

You couldn't hold back your excitement, beginning to sing along to the notes coming from the glorious ballroom's piano.

The entire ballroom seemed to watch you, surprised by the operatic sound of your voice. Diavolo stood by your side, a wide smile growing across his face as he heard you.

As soon as the song came to an end, you turned toward Diavolo, who immediately hugged you to his broad chest.

"That was wonderful! How long have you been singing opera? It was delightful! I can get you the finest pianist to practice with! I can't wait to hear more of your lovely voice!"

Mc: I lost me my wrongdude, have you seen it anywhere?

Lucifer:

Mc:

Lucifer: Mc, are you alright?

Mc, sobbing: Answer the question