Hi everyone! I know, I know - I haven’t updated in a hot minute. My mental health has been down the goddamn drain, sitting real pretty next to any and all of my inspiration to write. However, I’ve decided to try something new to get my creative flow going again.
So, I’m introducing 50 Days of ‘Touch’ prompts, inspired bythis prompt list. Every update will be a short Obey Me x Gender Neutral Main Character fic from the provided fic list, in numerical order of the brothers (ex. Prompt One = Lucifer, Prompt Two = Mammon, Prompt Six = Beel, etc.).
This is the official masterlist for the 50 Days of ‘Touch’ Prompts! Thank you all so much for supporting my writing, I really look forward to updating more often for y’all!
Hey! So Easter is coming up and I wanted to write something special!
Child MC has been in a lot of my asks lately, so I decided that that would be the right way to go!
**note~
So I made this a while back, but I finished writing it today.
Hoping it’s still Easter somewhere…
Anyways, I think this was my favourite fic to write yet! Check the bottom notes, as I clarify the relationships I was trying to convey there.
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All throughout the room there were sounds of eggs popping open and candy wrappers, and, not surprisingly, Lucifer’s complaints.
“I really don’t see why we’re doing this.”
“For the kid, dingus!”
Mammon has to bow his head to miss it colliding with Lucifer’s flailing arm. He doesn’t, however, miss Lucifer’s deathly glare.
“MC mentioned Easter to Luke, and they’ve been raving about it for weeks, Luci.” Simeon shakes his head with a fond smile.
Solomon speaks up, mouth full of chocolate. “Where are we gonna hide the eggs, anyways?”
Solomon glaces over his shoulder to Diavolo, whom is sitting on the floor surrounded by bags of candy and colourful eggs, Barbatos to his left. He then turns to the brothers.
There are only three armchairs in the room, taken up by Lucifer, Solomon and Simeon. Lucifer is surrounded by Asmo, Beel, Mammon, and Satan at his feet, all dutifully filling up eggs with little chatter. Levi and Belphie are off to the sides. They had originally planned to race—Levi was still trying to do so—but Belphie fell asleep in an oddly painful looking position on the stone floor.
Solomon is more so on an automan than an armchair, he must admit, facing towards the majority of the brothers and the fireplace, legs in a criss-crossed position and eggs around him.
Barbatos and Diavolo are, as said, behind the white-haired wizard on the rug. Diavolo seems completely content where he is, while Barbatos seems a little tense in that my-face-is-blank-so-you-totally-can’t-tell-what-I’m-feeling way. Which, Solomon totally can. He’s been around Barbatos enough to know his little anxious tics. Did it take nearly eight months to figure out? Yes. But still.
It seemed that the brothers and Diavolo—Diavolo especially—had been trying to get Barbatos to loosen up for nearly years. Telling him that he was more family than butler, asking for his opinion, offering him breaks. It seems that MC truly did the trick, getting Barbatos to speak up about the brother’s unfitting behavior of a child’s caretaker. Solomon is happy to see the guy protect someone so fiercely and actually speak up. The butler’s usual arrogant silence annoys the shit out of him.
“I was thinking my garden, perhaps?” Diavolo.
Solomon turns with a nod, shoving some more candy in a cheap plastic egg.
Diavolo goes to speak up again, at the same time as Barbatos, who grimaces as their voices collide. Diavolo tells the blue haired man to carry on with what he was saying.
“Ah, perhaps I could hide the eggs? I’m sure you would all like to relax and—”
“Darling, really.” It’s Asmo who speaks up this time, turning and setting his elbow on his knee. “You don’t have— y'know what? No. You’re not fucking doing this on your own. We’re hiding them too!”
Lucifer let’s out a warning, “Asmo, calm yourself.” As Barb turns to Diavolo, gouging his reaction. Diavolo smiles and nods.
Thats when they hear the scream, and turn to see you running in slamming the door behind you, putting your back to it.
“MC?” You turn to the speaker, Simeon, with a flushed face a wide smile.
“Mhmm?” You cock your head to the side, panting heavily.
That’s when Luke bursts in the door, almost slamming you into the wall. Though, Barbatos appears (as he does) to pull you out of the way of the door, holding you steady by your shoulders.
Luke is just as breathless as you, face an alarming shade of red, hair glued to his forehead with sweat.
He lunges forward, hand colliding with your shoulder almost violently, screaming joyfully, “you’re it, MC!”
At the declaration everyone breathes out a sigh of relief, for it was not a shove, but a game of tag.
Before a single being blinks, both children are scurrying out of the room at a rapid pace, giggling with joy. Simeon just shakes his head with a fond grin.
“MC is an orphan.” The whole of the room turns to Diavolo, confused at the sudden outburst with no context.
“Pardon?”
“If they perhaps… wanted to stay? I wouldn’t be against it.”
The topic weighs heavily on the room. There had been jokes, occasionally someone would make a comment. It was only now that it was brought upon them. Lucifer couldn’t help but think about it as if it were a bomb, waiting to blow.
“I’m all for it.” Belphie slurs sleepily from the corner. This pulls a giggle from Asmo’s chest.
Satan speaks up for the first time since the group had entered the library. “Perhaps… it is not the brightest idea.”
“Why the hell not?!” Comes Mammon’s voice, thick with anger.
“We really must think about this. If they were to stay in Purgatory Hall, or perhaps the Palace, I would not be against it. However… between Lucifer and I’s tempers, Beel’s… consumption rate, the incident with Belphie, Levi’s apathy, not to mention the fact that we are literal demons…. well, I simply do not think this would be the right… environment for them to grow old in.” Satan came out with this all slowly, his face sympathetic as to try and tamper down any offense he must have caused. As expected, the room is completely devoid of any noise.
Except Lucifer’s voice.
“You… hold in your temper well, Satan. We will all have to make adjustments, but… I do believe you would be an… adequate guardian, at the least.” It is the kindest thing that Lucifer has ever said to Satan. Or maybe the only kind thing that has been shared between the two (not counting the time you broke down crying over an argument they were having, which was quickly wrapped up in favor of awkwardly hugging one another and assuring you all was well).
The room is silent, but of course, Asmo has to point out everything remotely cute or sweet, and in silence Diavolo is about as awkward as an elongated goose trying to step inside a mouse hole.
“Aweee!!”
“You really do have to work on your temper, darling.” Diavolo laughs at the glare he receives from his boyfriend.
“Wait! Are we not going to talk about how cute that was? Now hug! Makeup—or makeout I don’t care—!”
“I could cut down on eating a bit! I don’t want MC to be hungry…”
Simeon just laughs, shooting Beel a comforting smile before gliding over to Asmo and setting a hand on the effeminate man’s shoulder, giving it a pat, and looking back to his larger red-head brother. “No one will begrudge you your food, Beel. We know it hurts.”
“Yeah, and there is plenty of food!”
“There really is! You’re OK, Beel!”
Soon enough Asmo is seated by Barbatos, leaning on his shoulder, whilst Simeon chats softly with Lucifer and Satan. Beel has moved to prop Belphie’s head in his lap, filling the eggs that Belphie had collected in a race to appease Levi. Mammon is leaning back against Lucifer’s legs, quiet for once, just listening, seemingly a peace. Though, he occasionally stuffs a chocolate in his mouth or pocket.
Solomon is still on the automan, filling eggs. He pauses every few moments to glance around the room. He never thought he would see this peace, this happiness, and yet here it is.
He cannot help it. He’s curious, and he turns to Diavolo, seeing the prince staring lovingly at his lifelong friend and butler. Solomon gazes at the uptight, fidgety man to find him, too, at peace, with Asmo at his side.
His gaze travels back to Diavolo, and they share a knowing look. Then, the Prince is stealing the little room left on the automan, and they’re filling eggs together. Diavolo does most of the talking, filling the space with warm noise that makes Solomon feel fuzzy and lightheaded.
Maybe, he dares to think, maybeI'll have a family.Maybe I already do.
But, one thing he knows for sure, is that you will.
Because it lays unsaid, but ultimately known. And in the air he can almost smell the warm (and slightly plastic-y) scent of Easter eggs and adoption.
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I feel like I need to clarify!
The only official relationship I show in here is DiaLuci, but there are hints of Barb x Asmo!
I have had trouble deciding how I wanted to write these characters for awhile now. It’s like I had the whole puzzle finished except I was missing on piece.
The was I was writing characters, mainly the Undateables, felt very OOC.
It was really fun to experiment with all the characters in one room and really develop their personalities in my eyes.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Wearing the Brother’s Jacket/Them Wearing your Hoodie
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<3
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Lucifer
Him Wearing your Hoodie:
It would take a lot of work, to say the least.
You didn’t really know how to go about it, and thought of asking Diavolo, or perhaps Barbatos. Though, going to the prince and his butler about getting your boyfriend to wear you hoodie seemed… unneeded.
So, you just decided to try yourself.
You left your hoodie on his desk, hoping he would get the hint, though he simply gave it back.
Then you left it on the coat rack, then the bed, then his chair.
You found it folded neatly on your bed every time.
It was early in the morning. You were reading, half asleep and not so much reading as skimming along. Lucifer was resting on your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist. You ran your fingers through his hair, humming quietly.
He broke the calm silence. “You’ve been forgetting your jacket a lot recently, are you feeling well?”
“I was hoping you would wear it.”
You glanced over your book to see his face steadily growing brighter. He looked almost longingly at your hoodie, sitting right where he had set it, folded precisely.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, you’re a bit oblivious, hun.”
Now, whenever he is working alone in his room, he’s wearing one of your hoodies.
You wearing his jacket:
Trust me, as soon as you two had been together for a bit, you would get his jacket.
He can get easily jealous, but doesn’t show it too much. Instead, he gives you something of his.
One of his jackets, a turtleneck, anything.
You’ll always have something on hand.
Mammon
Him wearing your hoodie
You were sitting with Mammon on your bed, trying to explain to him what was going on in class. Though, you quickly realized he wasn’t paying attention.
He was staring at your hoodie.
“Do you want to borrow it?”
He flushed. “Nah, what makes ya think that?”
Once you finally hand it to him, he gets really red, but he never takes it off.
He doesn’t care if it’s not his style. He. Is. Wearing. It.
You wearing his jacket:
He is going to take all your jackets and hoodie and you’re never going to see them again. So he decides that maybe you can borrow his.
But it’s not like you look cute in it or anything!!!
Levi
Him wearing your hoodie:
He loves wearing your hoodie, but doesn’t know how to ask for it. He’ll usually keep quiet about it and just look over at you while rubbing his arms/shivering.
Once he has your hoodie, you’ll have to fight him to get it off him, even if it just needs to be washed.
He loves it.
You wearing his jacket:
He’s super jealous whenever some talks to you, so he always makes sure people know you’re his.
His jacket is the most effective option.
He’ll hand it to you with a flushed face, sputtering out excuses as to why he is handing you the jacket.
Asmo
Him wearing your hoodie:
He would have no trouble asking for your hoodie.
He might look up at you with puppy dog eyes before asking for your hoodie.
He absolutely loves wearing your hoodie. It makes him feel safe and warm.
You wearing his jacket:
He has tons of jackets to go with all of his outfits. He’ll usually match one of them to your outfit and let you wear it for a day.
They always smell like roses and baby powder.
Satan
Him wearing your hoodie:
This nerd loves wearing your hoodie, and enjoys the lack of teasing remarks he gets from his brothers compared to the many he gets with his usual jacket.
He wears your hoodies when he’s reading and sometimes when he sleeps, if it’s cold.
You wearing his jacket:
You actually put both arms in the jacket, and Lucifer makes a sly comment about. Satan decides to mention that Lucifer himself is not much better on the matter.
Beel
Him wearing your hoodie
I mean, considering how fucking buff he is, your hoodie would have to be pretty large to fit over his shoulders.
He would love your hoodie. Though he would feel super bad if he got any food on it. He loves how you smell.
You wearing his jacket
You like his jacket? Nice. You’ll always have it wrapped around your shoulders.
He loves seeing you in it. Plus, it’s super big and fluffy.
Belphie
Him wearing your hoodie
Your hoodies are comfortable and warm; therefore he steals all of them.
He’ll fucking sniff out your jackets and hoodies and will make a nest with them.
You wearing his jacket
Nah, he’d rather not move to take it off. Just cuddle with him instead.
Dunno what to refer to the previous Undateables now,,,,, uh
Enjoy!!
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Lucifer
Celebrating… really anything has never been Lucifer’s forte. He doesn’t like crowds, loud noises, and his music taste is not matching that of who made the playlist for most, if not all of Diavolo’s balls.
Though he put up with it, for one of maybe his only two friends.
And then you came, and he started putting up with it gor you too.
But standing here, in one of the lounging rooms in the palace with everyone… everyone important, at least, he finds that he’s enjoying himself.
And if he suddenly seems a bit more interested in the cheery music coming from Mammon’s D.D.D. in the corner only because you start tapping your foot to the beat..? Well, no one will notice.
Perhaps the awestruck low-level demons won’t the only good things about a party.
Maybe you and his family— Barbatos, Diavolo and maybe even Simeon and his little pipsqueak included—were good too.
Though the cheeky sorcerer was not included in the family. He’d pissed Lucifer off more times then necessary.
You had too, but on well.
Lucifer wasn’t much on PDA, but now, happy and not as anxious as he was before, he leans back into the cushions and slides his arm on top of the couch behind your head. He smiles as you lean back.
You had forcefully pulled him out of bed this morning and thrown a, quite frankly, absolutely horrendous sweater at him. It was scary how fast he gave in.
He was sorta glad he wore it though. Everyone else had a ugly sweater.
He pulled you to the side, placing a chaste kiss against your forehead.
He was enjoying him, strangely enough.
Mammon
Shenanigans never end with Mammon.
He tried, though. Saying that he would give his brothers a grace period on the prank for a bit.
But, walking into the store to see all the Christmas decorations, and even better, loads of glitter… oh, the ideas were starting to well up in his head.
He made stupid mistakes, no doubt. Mammon was emotional and clumsy, but not dumb. When he wanted to annoy his brothers, he would.
So soon, a few cases of glitter were thrown in the basket, and you smirked at eachother.
Soon you also had a few noise makers and cheap instruments you could fill with glitter and blow on.
And of course, you could get a leaf blower from The House of Lamentation’s garden shed.
Diavolo would be coming over Christmas eve, as he would be too busy on Christmas, so that’s when you planned to do it.
You had turned the air conditioning off that night, standing on latter’s to shove as much glitter in the vents as you could.
“What… are you doing”
Mammon jumped, and you went to steady him on the latter.
“What the fuck? Were ya tryin’ ta kill me?!”
The blond brother just shook his head with a sigh. “Just tell me when you plan to… do whatever you’re planning to do. I want to be out by then.”
You smiled and chirped out a quick, “alrighty! Night Satan! Get some sleep!” As he walked off.
And soon it was Christmas eve.
Everyone was there. The brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke.
Mammon was late, and only you knew why. Satan had already been given the signal to leave.
Finally, after a few complaints about how hot it was, the AC kicked in, glitter tumbling out of the vents in clouds.
Lucifer just stared up at the vents, eyes wide and mouth open. You threw your arms around the suddenly speechless man, letting out a rather loud and quite mischievous; “Merry Christmas!”
Mammon snapped a photo.
If Diavolo wasn’t there, you’d both be dead on the spot.
Levi
He just wanted to sit inside and play videos games, read manga, and do all the things you do on a daily basis.
Though, at one mention of the possibility of newvideo games, he was up-an-at'em.
And soon, you were both at a store.
While there were a lot of things he pointed out were things he wanted, occasionally he would stop and brush his fingers against a makeup palette. Tell you about how Asmo had hated it and how little pigment there was in it. About how Satan had wanted this specific book terribly, but he had it now, so there was no need to get it for him.
He was rather good at picking out presents that would suit each of his brothers perfectly. Things that you would see but your eyes would travel over in your gift buying panic.
A peacock feather quill and royal blue ink for Lucifer. Levi also threw in some chamomile tea, knowing of Lucifer’s sleep troubles.
A simple gold stretchy bracelet that had a single little gem in one of the segments. Something comfortable, easy to match, and stylish. For mammon.
A pack of clips and hair ties of multiple different colours with tiny charms on them for some extra flair. For the avatar of lust, of course.
For Satan, a nonfiction book on cars, that, on the outside looked boring, but if you opened it, you would see it was riddled with information and puns.
For Beel, not food, but a badminton set. Something he had apparently not played before, that Levi hoped he might like.
And lastly, for his brother Belphie, a sherpa blanket and sherpa socks. Something warm and soft.
Levi actually ended up enjoying Christmas, spending it with you, telling you stories about stupid things his brothers have done.
And everyone enjoyed their gifts. Lucifer even cracked a smile, bringing Levi in for a— well it wouldn’t really be called a hug. More of pulling Levi a little too roughly into his chest and patting his back.
Levi got tons of presents himself, but for once, he seemed a little more focused on the smiles on everyone’s faces then the gifts piled near him.
Asmo
Asmo is always stressed this time of year. He loves his brothers, and takes on the responsibility of trying to get them the absolute best presents.
This can land you with a very frazzled Asmo refusing to take a second to breathe as he does that angry mom walk across the store, leaning on the buggie.
He honestly doesn’t know how he’s managed all the holiday celebrations before this one without you.
After he full on breaks down after forgetting where a certain section in his favorite store is, you decide on a plan.
Get bags and wrapping, then one brother at a time. If you don’t something that you think suits them, they go on a list to online shop for, or make something for.
Levi was the easiest to buy for, so you started with him.
You both slowly went down the list, walking around the store, hands intertwined.
At one point you picked him up, letting his sit on your shoulders so see over the crowd, enjoying his giggles.
Everyone did in fact enjoy their presents from the both of you.
You received a present from Asmo, a baby pink heart locket with the date you both started dating engraved inside.
He received a penguin onesie from you, of which he put on immediately.
Everyone was happy, and to say Asmo was happy you were there was an understatement.
Finally someone understood him.
Satan
He just wanted to read.
Or at least, that’s what he said, until you brought out the cat Christmas sweater. You could see the childish gleam in his eyes.
He never really had grown up.
Christmas shopping with Satan was… interesting, to say the least.
He was constantly pointing out things and telling you about a part of a book he read, all while bouncing around with a smile on his face. Truly adorable.
It was nice, though, his letting loose. Ranting about things and actually fucking relaxing.
The childish energy seemed to stay, though. Him chattering through dinner about something.
Asmo shot you odd looks, mouthing, “how?!” all throughout dinner.
It was entertaining to say the least.
Lucifer even asked you if you gave him alcohol.
He seemed to calm down as time went on, just more smiley. Until Christmas day.
You all sat around the tree, Diavolo actually managed to get some time to spend with you all.
Satan was beside you, hiding his large smile in a scarf you had given him a while back.
He truly seemed proud at the smiles that lit up on everyone’s faces when they opened the presents you both picked out. He held you hand and squeezed a couple times.
He enjoyed his gifts, of course, but he seemed to like the happy vibe of the room. The smiles on people’s faces that totally turned the energy of the usually depressed and tense house around. He seemed to like the praise at the well thought out presents.
He seemed really, truly happy.
Beel
Beel had, surprisingly, thought out everyone’s presents extremely thoroughly. So thoroughly, in fact, that it was almost scary.
He had actual fucking LISTS. Long lists. Naughty list long lists.
Though, it seemed he knew exactly what he was doing.
You had mentioned Christmas shopping to him around the first of December.
His reply?
“Oh yeah. I think I got that done in… November? Maybe October. I do need wrapping materials though.”
This man.
This hunk of an amazing hungry man.
Had made lists miles long of what to get each person for Christmas and gotten all his Christmas shopping done almost two months early.
So you found yourself in a store, getting wrapping paper and gift bags for Beel and getting presents for the boys.
Why Neel being the only somewhat mentally stable brother and the only organized one surprised you, you had no idea. He also seemed like the only one that actually took care of himself, thank devildom for that.
Christmas with him was fun.
He reminded you of that centaur from Gravity Falls that kept flexing through his sweaters, though he didn’t get the reference.
He enjoyed his gift from you, but enjoyed spending time with you most of all.
Belphie
“What? Christmas?” He sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, brows furrowed. “Christma— OH FUCK.”
The usually less than active Belphie is soon dragging you through the doors of some store and grabbing a basket.
He explains to you—avoiding hitting into people to the best of his abilities—that he had forgotten about Christmas. Apparently the decorations were no good hints.
Though he cared about his brothers, no matter how much they could suck, and he was determined to get them presents.
Though that ended up with his sleepily pointing out things while being pushed around in the basket.
Soon you had the presents, and rushed home to wrap them.
He actually chose some nice things for his brothers, even in the rush.
And, he throughly enjoys the heat from the fireplace as he sleeps on your lap and ignores the company on Christmas day.
Diavolo
You bet this bitch already has the presents for everyone ordered.
Actually no, he doesn’t.
“So, uh, what if we make them?”
This clearly annoys Barbatos. You’re around him enough to see the slight tinge of his brow that shows that he’d rather Diavolo just do his damn work.
Though, you don’t have to be around Barbatos often to see the surprise when Diavolo asks Barbtos to join the two of you.
Soon you’re all sitting at a table. Barbtos is in more casual clothing as per Diavolo’s request.
Diavolo has a large smile on his face, and Barbatos’s lips are quicker at the edges as he watches his young master.
You all handwrite the letters and make little trinkets for each brother and the other guests.
You have a lot of fun, and everyone seems rather pleased about the hand-made gifts.
Either way, it was a Christmas to remember.
And soon Diavolo is back to work, but not before bringing you somewhere private, placing a kiss against your forehead, pulling you into a hug and saying, “I finally feel like I have a family again.”
Barbatos
Oh boy.
Barbatos doesn’t want to wear the Christmas sweater, afraid it’s not formal enough.
Doesn’t want to mess around, go Christmas shopping, relax.
He’s running himself ragged for no reason except feeling the need to do something.
Christmas in devildom can be quite calm, besides the crowds in stores and the heightening crime rate that brings in a little extra paperwork for Diavolo.
But all important members of society’s visits that Barbatos is usually preparing for are postponed. Not happening.
These import people are at home with their families.
Barbatos has nothing to do, and he’s afraid he’s forgotten something.
So he is now on break, sitting on your bed in The House of Lamentation, being waited on for the first time in years.
“Kitten, I assure you, I can get i—”
“Sit your old fucking ass down, I swear.”
Barbatos slowly sits back down, eyes widening.
“Listen. We are going to go downstairs and bake Christmas cookies. And if they’re not perfect, that’s fine. If they burn while we make out, that’s fine. But goshdarnit, dude, chill!”
Barbatos reddens at that, and laughs a little too.
“Alright, dear.” He replies, all too amused. He pulls you into a hug.
When Diavolo and all of Purgatory hall come over, you and Barbatos’s badly decorated cookies are gone with minutes.
And Barbatos was happy to find that the Christmas presents you helped him pick out for everybody were greatly appreciated.
“Perhaps I should take breaks more often.”
“Yeah, dumbass, your other boyfriend and I have been telling you that for months.”
Cue the eyebrow raise.
Simeon
Knows what everybody whats before they even write it down on their Christmas list.
And already has it before then too.
He is cheeky though, sneaking a little glitter into Lucifer’s gift bag, something sure to annoy the avatar of pride.
You both spend Christmas mostly hanging out. Watching Christmas movies and talking about childhood memories.
His are strange compared to yours, but he is an angel, so he grew up… rather different.
You spend a lot of time with Luke as well, letting him sit on your lap as you tell him stories.
You both have a lot of fun.
And, of course, opening the presents are just as fun.
Watching Lucifer open his, the man’s eyes darting to Mammoth before settling on Simeon.
Simeon’s sheepish smile back, blinking innocently at the prideful demon across the room.
Simeon had you at least half in his lap the entire time you were all together, setting his head on your shoulder.
You all had a lot of fun, laughing and singing.
Simeon loved this time of year.
Solomon
This bastard didn’t take a single present seriously.
He came in with that smirk and hands full of wrapping paper and you knew you were in trouble.
And then you saw the dozen or so dick-in-a-box that you were sure came from Spencer’s. Did they have a Spencer’s in devildom?
Of course you had to balance out his chaoticness, and got everyone actual presents.
Your only worry was Luke, so you were sure to tell Simeon about what Solomon was doing, making up a signal so you could get Simeon to cover Luke’s eyes.
Simeon just shook his head with a sigh.
It was funny to watch everyone open the little gag gifts.
Lucifer looked disgusted. Mammon turned red. Levi just scoffed. Almost wiggled his eyebrows at Solomon. Satan just raised an eyebrow. Beel gave him a hesitant thanks. Belphie just went back to sleep. Diavolo was scarily delighted with the present. Barbatos got so red he could have won a competition against the Christmas lights. And Simeon, Simeon didn’t even open it.
And of course, Solomon was smirking the whole time.
warnings : references to lesson 16 (belphie), a bit of hurt/comfort (mammon, belphie)
synopsis : how spending the rest of your lives together began
Lucifer
Lucifer was tired. It had been a long day at RAD, an even longer student council meeting with his brothers acting like absolute fools, and now he had a mountain of paperwork to do— a solid stack consisting of only Mammon’s credit card bills.
But you made it seem less tedious.
Your presence alone could accomplish that, but there you sat beside him, chair pulled up with his jacket over your shoulders as you filed paperwork with him.
And maybe from an outside perspective it wouldn’t mean a lot, but to Lucifer it meant so much. Because you weren’t actually fluent in his native tongue- which was what his important documents were written in. But you were doing it anyway- doing it correctly- just so you could take a load off his shoulders.
It made him pause every so often to look at you in awe; no one had ever done anything like this for him. And on top of that, you would pause in your own work occasionally to squeeze his shoulder and go get some snacks for the two of you to share.
Speaking of, you lifted your head when you felt his eyes on you, giving a knowing smile. “Hi, love. Need anything? More tea?”
Lucifer shook his head, about to go back to his work before he paused. “There is actually one thing.”
“Anything for you.” You turned towards him, reaching to run a hand through his raven locks.
“Marry me.” Like most things he said, it came out as a statement- a demand- rather than a question. It made him nervous, though he didn’t show it.
But you knew. You could see it in the way his bottom lip quivered slightly and how the words came out shaky. It made you smile, “Of course. Yes.”
His worries soothed and his heart soared. Lucifer beamed at you, taking your hand and standing. “Good.” A soft laugh left him as he twirled you around, “I’m glad.”
Mammon
quiet sniffles and soft hushes filled his dimly lit room, the two sources of sound being huddled under a messily made blanket fort.
Mammon had, truly accidentally, knocked into one of Diavolo’s vases while they were visiting the Demon Lord’s Castle hours earlier. The prince himself paid no mind to it- in fact, he laughed it off, as it held no real value- but Lucifer had been livid. Mammon was sure his older brother was going to get him real good right then and there but you’d done it again : jumping in front of him and loudly announcing that, no, it wasn’t Mammon who knocked over the vase. It was you. So Lucifer had given you a stack of homework to do because of it- on top of all your other school work.
And Mammon felt terrible. “I-I’m always gettin’ y-ya into trouble…m-makin’ ya take the f-fall. I’m s-supposed to be the o-one protecting you! I-”
“Mammon.” Your voice was firm, but affectionate. “You never make me do anything- I choose to take the blame for you. I know you don’t mean to do a lot of the things you do, you’re just…endearingly clumsy at times.”
He scoffed, scrubbing angrily at the tears on his face; he hated crying in front of you. He blinked, blue hues staring into yours when you gently pulled his hands away from his face and started softly wiping.
“Mammon, I love you. I love all of you- including the clumsiness, the greed, the not-always-so-smart decisions.” You guided his hand to rest over his pact mark, “We’re partners in crime, yeah? You’re my first. I’m always gonna try and protect you, too.”
His fingers flexed against your skin, feeling the slightly raised mark of his pact. Mammon felt like he was floating and the words just fell from his lips. “Fuck, I wanna marry ya.” His eyes widened, watching yours do the same, but he didn’t back down- he knew what he wanted.
“Mam-”
“Let’s get married. S-seriously! I know it’s something that happens when people really l-love each other, so let’s do it! I was already plannin’ on spendin’ the rest of my life with ya and marriage is the way to officially do that, right? I-I’ll get ya a pretty ring a-and-”
You cut him off with a kiss. A salty, breathless kiss. You pulled away, rubbing your own tears away this time. “Yes, Mammon. I’d love to marry you and I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you.” You went back to wiping away his tears, “I don’t need some expensive ring, though. All I need is you.”
Mammon took in a deep breath and exhaled with a loud, delighted laugh. “MC SAID YES! I’M GETTIN’ MARRIED!”
Levi
Levi didn’t really like going to public beaches. There’s too many people, not enough room, annoying children, and if he’s being honest…he doesn’t appreciate wandering around in front of all those people with such a lack of clothing. But this he could do.
The two of you were out at sea— so far out, you couldn’t even see the sandbank anymore. Water sprayed you in the face as a tail splashed in the water, but it wasn’t Levi’s. It was much bigger. Lotan hissed contentedly when Levi patted his head, making you giggle and pet his back where you were sitting.
Levi knew you’ve been wanting to go out to the ocean, but he always felt bad because he doesn’t like the beach itself. So he suggested a date out here : literally out in the ocean with Lotan (who was way better than a boat in his opinion).
“Levi, this is so cool!”
It was beautiful out here. Dark water that should be unsettling, but it only awed you as it was the perfect contrast for the colorful devildom fish that swam around your “boat”. (it also served as the perfect contrast against your bright anime swimwear, which was an added bonus)
And Levi was awed by you. The perfect embodiment of the light to his dark; his Henry. A single fleeting thought makes its way through his head as he watches you love on his monstrous pet. ‘I want to do this for the rest of our lives’. It makes him stiffen and he’s pretty sure you’d be able to hear his rapid heartbeat if it weren’t for the roaring waves.
You turn towards Levi, having not heard anything from him for a while. You thought he couldn’t hear you, so you started crawling your way up Lotan’s back to reach him, but an incoming wave knocked you off.
Or it would have if it weren’t for Levi’s tail. It wrapped around you almost immediately, pulling you closer and closer until you were practically on his lap. Its hold on you doesn’t falter, not even when Levi himself wraps his arms around your waist.
His heart nearly stops when you give him a sweet smile as thanks and he couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of his mouth even if tried, “Can I marry you?”
Your hands catch his wrists when they go to cover up his flushed face, thumbs moving to rub over his racing pulse points. You lean your forehead against his with a soft laugh, “You would make me the happiest human in history if you did.”
Levi lets out a breath, orange hues wide in surprise, before he’s smiling like an idiot. “You hear that, Lotan? Mc said I could marry them!” The giant splash of water makes him hold you closer, giving him the perfect opportunity to say, “Thank you.”
Satan
The two of you had spent all day out on the town, traveling to the places you both adored. The cat cafe, the museum, the bookstore. Now you were both at a secluded spot in the woods.
Satan had stumbled upon it years ago and wanted to share it with you. There was a shimmering green pond that was so clear, you could see the bottom. Flowers bloomed everywhere and there was a pretty willow tree hanging over everything.
You’d never seen anything more beautiful. And seeing Satan surrounded by flowers was just the cherry on top, especially when you placed them in his hair.
And as he stared into your eyes, he realized he didn’t want to wait a second longer; Satan knelt down on one knee and pulled out an elegant, yet simple, ring.
He was good with words, scary good, in fact. Satan could spout out pretty poems and pros and declarations, but he didn’t need to. Not when one simple look could portray everything he was thinking and feeling— he knew you’d understand his silence.
And you did. But instead of saying anything, you began to giggle. Quiet, surprised giggles at first until they evolved into louder, amused ones.
Satan’s blush darkened and he was about to ask just what the hell was so funny until you dropped down in front of him, hands bringing out a ring identical to the one he was holding.
“Theydo say great minds think alike. I would love to marry you, Satan, yes.”
He blinked once. Then twice. And a third time before he started to chuckle, “I always did say we were meant for each other, and just lookatthis. I’d love to be your husband, Mc, yes.”
You giggled again, falling forward to knock you both over onto the grass. Your hands smoothed over his red cheeks and felt yourself begin to blush when he slid the ring onto your finger.
Satan hummed when you slid his ring on for him, arms reaching over your shoulders. “I think we should be qualified to be written into a fairy tail after this.” He smiled when you snorted, feeling your head shake in disbelief against him. The two of you were definitely his favorite story.
Asmo
When the weekend came, it was always quiet in the mornings. The want to sleep in was always high— no one wanted to disturb the peacefulness, at least not until breakfast.
And it was on these mornings that you thought Asmo looked the most beautiful. He was pretty at all hours of any day, but…these mornings were something special.
He wasn’t in a rush to put on any makeup. His nails weren’t pristine. Currently, he had a shimmering face mask slathered on with his hair pushed back. There weren’t many people that got to see him like this.
But you were glad you could. Because even if he thought he wasn’t beautiful like this, youdid. Right now, he was justAsmo.YourAsmo.
“What’s with that look, Darling? Am I taking your breath away already?”
Your eyes met his, feeling yourself start to drift away in those orange-yellow hues. “Azzy…”
“Mc?” Asmo puts down his nail polish, shifting his full attention onto you worriedly.
You reach out and take a hold of his hand, “Will you marry me?” Feeling his hand begin to tremble, you bring it to your lips and kiss each fingertip.
“Mc…did you have to ask when I look absolutely unprepared?! Look at me! I-“
“You look gorgeous. You look like Asmo. You look like the man I want to spend the rest of my mornings with. I fell in love with you, Azzy. Not the ‘Avatar of Lust’.”
Asmo gulped, taking in a deep breath, before he started to let out soft sobs. His face nuzzled yours, no doubt spreading his face mask over your skin. “Mc! Yes yes yes! I’ll marry you! Of course I’ll marry you!”
You chuckled, imagining just what kind of mess the two of you looked like right now. “I am very glad to hear it.”
Beel
Even though you could never eat as much as Beel, you adored going out to different restaurants with him every week.
Beel would always tear off small bites of his food to give to you; he wanted you to be able to try everything but knew you couldn’t eat quite like him.
“Here you go, Mc! It’s a wedding cake, but they needed to get rid of it, and it’s really good!” He beamed at you before going back to his own, bigger, slice of cake.
You gazed at him lovingly, slowly munching on cake until something caught your attention. It was a fondant “wedding ring” stuffed right in the middle of your cake.
The ginger had all but swallowed the cake whole, moving on to his other plates. He paused, “Mc?” Beel hadn’t heard you speak in a minute.
“Yes?” You took another bite of the cake, giving a closed-mouth smile.
Beel smiled right back, happy you were still enjoying yourself. “I’m glad I get to eat with you, it makes me happy!”
You hummed, discreetly grabbing the edible ring, “Me too, bub. I’d like it if we could do this for the rest of our lives.” Your eyes peered up at him, “Say…what if we got married?”
Beel stopped. The food in his hands slowly fell back onto the plate and he blinked at you owlishly. He blinked more viciously when you kneeled, trying to keep the tears at bay.
“Beelzebub,” you presented the ring with a grin, “May I have the honor of marrying you?”
He mumbled something about him being the one receiving the honor before he was lifting you up into his arms. “Yes please.”
You huffed out a laugh, ignoring all the claps and cheers you were receiving. “Here, you can eat it. I’ll get you a real ring later, okay?”
Belphie
Sleep was a precious thing to humans, but for Belphie, it was just a thing. Something he enjoyed doing, something he knew with every fiber of his being, something that was normal.
It was also normal for him to toss and turn, kicking at the constricting covers as the events of that night invaded his sleeping mind.
Even years later, it still haunts him. You’ve told him over and over again that you forgave him then and you forgive him now, but he doesn’t deserve it (he thinks). The guilt ate at him so badly some nights, it made him physically sick when he woke up.
And you tried your best to help ease it. Soothing him while he was asleep, reassuring him when he was awake. Nothing seemed to lessen his guilt or pain, but you never stopped trying.
Belphie woke up screaming. Raw, gut-wrenching screams that made your heart shoot through the roof and shatter at the same time.
He watched you scramble over to the bed and wrap him in your arms, visibly startled. His body began to relax when it felt yours relax, but his mind was still racing.
That wouldn’t do. Your hands cupped his cheeks softly, squishing them, before moving to push back the damp hair off his forehead. “Belphegor…”
Belphie could do nothing but lay there as you kissed all over his face, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He couldn’t stop his eyes from tearing up— you were there to wipe his tears away, though.
“I’m not leaving, Belphie. Ever.” You shifted, moving to sit on top of him. “In fact…”
The seventh-born stared up at you with wide eyes, “Mc? What are you…!”
You pulled out a silver ring engraved with stars. “Marry me?” A gentle smile tugged at your lips when he choked up, hands trailing along his own until you reached his left ring finger.
Belphie inhaled sharply, nodding frantically, “Yes, please, yes, I’ll marry you- I want to marry you, yes!” He watched as you slid the ring onto his finger. And when he felt the cold metal on his skin, he began to sob, fingers gripping at your wrists to bring you down in a tight embrace.
For once Belphie didn’t actually mean for his sharp tongue to get the best of him. He didn’t mean what he said, he fucking swears it, but he did say it and now you’re sitting in Beel’s lap- practically being swallowed up by Beel’s coat- and sharing Belphie’s favorite snack. He didn’t mean to be a dick, he swears, but that doesn’t stop the jealousy and anger bubbling in his chest even though he’s sure he absolutely deserves this. And he knows it doesn’t mean anything, you’re his, you’re only friends with Beel, but goddamnit you’re supposed to be wearing his jacket and be in his lap. As the youngest, he’s always gotten what he wanted, and he gets what he wants later that night : you in his lap being swallowed by his shirt, leaving him topless. But you’re not letting him touch you and you’re just barely grinding down on him and he swears- promises up and down- he didn’t mean what he said and he knows he’s getting what he deserves when you command him to cum as you lift yourself off his lap. And he swears that he’ll be good when you sit back down, promising to make you feel good, but for the rest of the night he’s sobbing into the pillow because you’re not touching him even though he’s cumming over and over again.
I’m very tired (literally sat at my desk and studied all day). Went out into society once. Thought about this and wanted to get it out of my head.
These are random headcanons (NSFW + SFW) about various pairs/match-ups and how they interact with you. Please keep in mind that I am only on chapter 21 so I don’t know anything in the game beyond that.
No Luke because Luke is a baby
Pairs in this part: Diavolo + Lucifer, Beel + Belphie, Satan + Levi
Future pairings under consideration: Solomon + Asmo, Mammon + Lucifer, Lucifer + Simeon (maybe), Simeon + Solomon (maybe), Barbatos + Solomon, Satan + Asmo, Levi + Asmo (biiiig maybe)
NOT SAFE FOR WORK. MINORS DNI. This is not a minor-friendly piece.
Lucifer + Diavolo (AKA: The Ultimate Sugar Daddy Pair)
I’m torn between saying both of them will be dominant in bed. I lowkey see Lucifer being (mostly) dominant and Diavolo being the fluffier one that ravages instead of dominates.
Diavolo doesn’t want to seem hard and dominant since he’s really playful and considerate at heart. He wants some levity and gentleness in the bedroom.
100% a voyeur. Loves to watch Lucifer dominate you. This strokes something deep–literally ancient, almost instinctual–in him and makes him give big, bassy purrs.
Humans are just so delicate and soft and there’s something delicious in the contrast of being at the mercy of a demon
Not super big into roleplay but agrees with Lucifer that the secretary/butler/maid angle has its appeal.
Diavolo is the king of aftercare, beats Lucifer to it, and often has gentle sex with you after Lucifer is finished. Gives lots of shoulder kisses.
On rare days they switch roles; sometimes Lucifer wants to be exhausted and let you dom him. Sometimes Diavolo has had a particularly stressful day and wants to exercise pent up feelings
Lucifer is big on fucking you against the wall or on other surfaces around the room.
Diavolo likes to put you in various presses/positions where you’re spread open and he watches your body take him
Diavolo is also the secret hoarder of anything that has your scent on it. It’s a nesting thing that his brain demands he do and he keeps trying to find places to hide bits of clothing. Barbatos usually finds them and cleans them. If Barbatos finds them, Diavolo is SUPER embarrassed and all of you have to accept that item is never coming back.
Lucifer prefers light bondage scenarios and Diavolo thinks you look very pretty wrapped up in silk
Both of them get hard pretty quickly if you address them by their title (lord, highness, etc.)
Lucifer is big on overstimulation but Diavolo is just as big on physical marking. Mostly a suckler and DEFINITELY a grabber.
Diavolo is most likely to try to have sex with you in a public or semi-public place and will DEFINITELY fondle you under the table and act like he’s doing nothing at all.
You will be spoiled rotten, fiercely protected, and have to plan out your rendezvous because it takes at least 3 days to recover
Diavolo is totally down for fooling around when he’s supposed to be getting dressed. Lucifer is quick to point out any flaws in his appearance once you two are finished.
If Lucifer is running late to a meeting because you two were fooling around, Diavolo gives him a pass but “wants to address this privately” with both of you at a later date
Diavolo has definitely convinced you to suck Lucifer off under the table just to see how the first-born reacts. It was quite amusing to him.
Beel + Belphie:
You were probably intimate with Beel first when he brought up that the perfect scenario would be living with you and Belphie. Sharing you with Belphie. You thought he meant in a cute way, like living with him. You didn’t know he meant like that.
For the longest time Belphie didn’t actually do anything. You thought he was giving Beel space. Neither of you knew he’d watch sometimes when you two were rolling around on the bed. He didn’t really mean to, but the smell of you ripped him out of a dead sleep
Beelzebub only realized Belphie might like you when the two started having ‘certain dreams’. Beel made him talk it out with you to make the dreams go away (boy was getting tired of rubbing one out every time the dreams happened).
When you were open to it, Beel wanted to buzz with joy.
Belphie mostly watches, touching himself and asking Beel to hold you certain ways. He likes to see you in very open, exposed positions.
Beelzebub subconsciously folds himself arounds you and tries to be as close as possible when having sex
When Beel undresses you, Belphie drags himself over to cuddle in what warmth you give. Sometimes he says it’s to keep you from getting cold. This is just his excuse to play with your nipples and trace along your skin as Beelzebub pays attention to the rest of you
Belphie’s favorite thing to do is keep you quiet (usually with lazy kisses) as Beelzebub sucks you off/eats you out
Belphie is DEFINITELY into weirder stuff than Beel. No one knows how he finds things to try. You and Beel think he gets pieces of Asmo’s memories or is more susceptible to Asmo’s dreams.
If female, Belphie’s goal is to make you squirt and when Beel sees it happen for the first time, his tongue gets super long and he whines like he’s starving. You get some demon noises.
Beel has a size kink and Belphie has a scenting kink. He wants you to rub your pretty self all over his favorite things.
Belphie wants you to suck hi off while Beel goes down on you. When this happens he doesn’t last long
Beel usually discourages Belphie’s dirty talk. Doesn’t want you to feel like an object. Sometimes it hits him right, but usually he spends any downtime making sure you know that he and Belphie love you
If Belphie wants to do any light choking, he has to do it when Beel isn’t in the room. Beel doesn’t like to see him do it.
Belphie has definitely spanked you with his tail and Beel is more than happy to massage the pain away (usually starts a round with Beel)
Beel needs to hear verbal confirmation from both of you before he lets Belphie put you to sleep and wake you up with sex. Consent is big for both of them.
You and Belphie cuddle together when Beel goes down for a midnight snack. By the time he gets back, Belphie’s usually rutting against you or has one hand in your underwear, the other over your mouth to keep you quiet. Beel is happy to clean you up.
Once Belphie gets your permission, he exploits the HELL out of giving you dirty dreams so you wake up needy. Sometimes you snuggle/rut against the brothers and sometimes you’re physically waking them up and begging for release. You curse Belphie and he finds it HILARIOUS.
Satan + Levi
A very unlikely pair. No one’s really sure how this happened. You think Levi went to Satan about a “hypothetical concerning a crush” and Satan figured out he was talking about you. Smarty Pants went straight to the source and asked if you liked one of them better (or if you would consider both of them). Problem solved
Both of them are shy once their walls are down (behind closed doors) but Satan has a smidge more confidence and tends to come off smug. In Levi’s brain that means confident
Satan comes around to the idea of roleplay. It was as easy as “they have cat cosplays.”
These nerds straight up pull out human anatomy books and ask you to lay down while the figure stuff out. Satan takes notes
Levi has a HOST of stuff he’s seen in anime and wants to know if it’s possible. He and Satan ponder this over books and the notebook of notes about you
Satan is like Solomon in the way that he would incorporate spells or potions in the bedroom. Some of Levi’s fantasies will definitely come true.
It took Levi FOREVER to work up the courage to do stuff with his tail and Satan was 100% for that. Never knew that would do it for him, but do it again.
Levi won’t admit to liking overstimulation (on himself and you receiving) but Satan will admit to a great love of overstimulating you
Both have a mutual love for thigh highs and Satan wants you to ride his thigh into oblivion. Levi likes to watch that
If you wear skirts, it’ll be a freaking race to see who’s hands are under there first. They both LOVE skirts.
Satan makes Levi more confident in the bedroom and every now and then Satan gets a glimpse of that unquestioned presence fit for a naval genius. It always shakes him because Levi spends so much time being an innocent, reclusive dork that he forgets Levi doesn’t fall far from the kinky dominating tree.
Levi is in charge of ordering the toys and always gets first dibs when using them on you. Satan watches.
Satan’s talent for setting up pranks can be applied to setting up some pretty kinky designs. Levi will watch that shit all day long
If Levi’s got you hooked up in one of those designs, Satan has the remote. He’ll try to read a book and chide you or change the settings if you get too loud. Or if he just wants to be a dick.
It’s a good thing Levi has so many pillows because Satan’s constantly edging you, teasing you and telling you to be quiet. Makes you bite the pillows.
Levi likes to see you get spanked. Appreciates any jiggle physics.
Sometimes Satan gets sappy and says something thoughtful and beautiful and Levi just goes “LOL, simp.”
Once finished, both of them will tangle their tails around you and try to pet you with them
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