It’s not that much of a surprise the fact that I’m late,but at least I’ve finished these drawings before New Year’s Eve,which is good,because this was supposed to be a Christmas present of sortbased on the ask I sent some time ago,the one about Clover’s and Violet’s ideal dates,I tried to sketch some winter fluff for them and their partners,even if I’m not the best at coloring or shadingI still hope it’s good enough
Of course I added even my MC and Mammon,but that’s because they’re basically part of the squad at this pointanyway I hope you like the gift @hyper-super-cloverand@tokamiart ! Merry late Christmas❤
(P.S:the signature on the drawings is different from my tumblr account because that’s my twitter name,since I kinda wanted to post the sketches there too,hope you two don’t mind)
I’m late as always,but that’s not really a surprise anymore…Anyway-
We saw the seven brothers and the undateables getting to celebrate Halloween with MC,but what if MC’s classmates wanted to have some fun with them too?Maybe even with matching costumes,unlike the demon brothers?
Well here they are,all ready to steal MC’s attention away from everyone else~
(These relationships with MC can be seen as either romantic or platonic,it’s up to you)
Zuri and MC:
Domnra(+Mobim) and MC:
Azul and MC:
Demya and MC:
Odon and MC:
Bonus: comments on MCs costumes
Clover(Slenderwoman): “You can try to be as spooky as you want Clover,but you will always be a cinnamon roll” @hyper-super-clover
Violet(witch[?]): “Stunning as always Violet, do we need to say more?” @tokamiart
Camy(Samara): “That is the laziest effort made on a Halloween costume we have ever seen Camy, what the hell-”
And that’s all, happy late Halloween I guessI hope you enjoyed, have a nice day/night and stay safe everybody! ✨
It has been quite a while since the last time I posted something, but I swear I’m alive, it’s just that university often makes me tired and unable to post.Still,I have a Halloween idea for a sketch, which I hope to finish in time, one including MC’s Classmates wearing matching outfits with MC (and one with Clover,Violet and Camy dressed up in their spooky costumes✨so I will try to do my best @hyper-super-cloverand@tokamiart . Oh btw : Clover and Violet are in this sketch too there’s also Aria @datpeachygirl -). Here is a old drawing I almost forgot to post:
♥︎ “heyyy your requests are open! can I request period sex with Lucifer? can I also request oral in the story? I’m on mine rn and it’s all I can think about please and thank you ”
You trick your lovers that you’re wicked and divine / You may be a sinner, but your innocence is mine / Please me, show me how it’s done / Tease me, you are the one
I was able to commission the wonderfully talented roidennz on Instagram(@roidenz on Twitter) to bring my MC and Lucifer to life! I couldn’t be more happy to see my babies come to life - their story means the world to me, and seeing how they would look together makes my heart all warm <3
Permission was granted by the artist to post this - do not repost anywhere, copy, or claim as your own. Do not crop out my MC or Lucifer. Do not make any part of this your icon or header.
Content Warning: Lucifer has an emotional breakdown.
Word Count:1.0k+
Summary:Lucifer’s spent thousands of years convincing everyone, including himself, that his pride is unwavering. Tonight, in your presense, it comes crashing down.
Anyways, thanks for reading, y’all! I hope you enjoy!
It was moments like this that reminded you how humanthe Avatar of Pride could be. Human, but never weak. Like tempered glass, Lucifer was strong, but had the capacity to break if too much pressure was applied. Not that he would ever show anyone, of course - how would that affect his pride, his pride that he had spent the better millenia solidifying as unwavering? He couldn’t show anybody how quickly pride can be broken when met with the mortifying ordeal of shame and embarrassment. How could he?
Well, it’s a good thing that your bond with Lucifer is unlike any other bond in existence.
You could feel it. Physically, emotionally, and mentally - it is all consuming, and it is heavy. That’s what it’s like to have a pact with Lucifer - it’s not justa pact, it’s an oath. Every fibre of your being was tied to his, and every fibre of his was tied to yours - mind, body, and spirit. If you were so happy that your grin reached your ears, then he could feel it. If his pride was so overwhelming that it consumed the air in the room, then you could feel it inside of you as well. And now, as you could feel the emotions he’s tried so hard to keep buried spill out onto the floor for all to see, you could feel it even in your slumber.
You woke up with a jolt, your exhaustion almost immediately dismissed. You wiped the remnants of sleep from your eyes and pushed your hair out of your eyes to see Lucifer sitting on the edge of his bed, his bare back to yours hunched over as he laid his head in his palms. You glanced over at the clock on his wall - 3:39am. He must’ve just come in from another late night, you assumed, because he wasn’t with you when you went to bed all those hours ago.
“Luci?” you whispered, almost carefully. Lucifer remained still, even at the sound of your voice. He was grateful to hear it, of course. Like everything about you, your voice always made even the worst of situations better. But this, Lucifer knew, was different. He knew that you could feel what he was feeling, and the idea of that made him sick to his stomach. How could he hide from you? How could he hide from you that his pride had been shattered, and that he feels like he had just lost his grip on the lightest thread that kept him holding on in the first place?
He couldn’t, and the thought of that terrifiedone of the most terrifying beings in all of the three realms.
But you could feel it. You could feel that the endless late nights couped up in his office, his face buried in stacks of paperwork at the expense of pleasing Lord Diavolo were beginning to wear him down. You could feel the strain on his relationship with his brothers as clear as day, like how dearly he loves each and every one of them, but that he could never show and express it the way he wants to. How could he, when Mammon’s eyes swell with tears in fear of punishment justbecause Mammon dropped a glass plate in his eldest brother’s presence? Or how Satan and Belphie hate him so passionately that the idea of poisoning him or ridding his existence from their life excitesthem? You could feel it, and it made you feel like you were going to puke.
And then there was the all-consuming need to be, in every sense of the word, perfect. His tie couldn’t be wrinkled in the slightest, because his appearance could never be anything short of flawless. His nails had to be perfectly manicured and painted with a crimson red, and if they couldn’t be, then they must be hidden. He had to watch where he walked and howhe walked, because the idea of tripping or falling was mortifying to death. Everything about him - his image, his grades, his power, his influence, his love, his existence - had to be flawless. You knew this because you felt it with every ounce of your being.
Without a second thought, you pushed your blankets off of yourself and stood, rounding your way around Lucifer’s enormous bed and making your way around to your lover. He didn’t so much as waver even at your presence in front of him, until it was your own hands that grabbed him and forced him not to keep his face hidden. As you did so, you knelt to the ground and positioned yourself in front of him, both of his hands clasped with one of yours, as you used the other hand to press his forehead to yours.
There, you remained like that. Forehead to forehead, his hands intertwined with yours. Neither of your lips had connected, but you could feel each other’s breath against each other’s lips. Whether or not he wanted more would be his decision only, and you would be with him every step of the way.
“If you’re hurt, just know that you always have me,” you spoke, barely audible over the pregnant silence of the room. Your words were for him and him alone. “You don’t need to be the strong one all of the time. Let me carry you, Lucifer. ”
At your words, Lucifer wept.
Keeping his forehead pressed against yours, Lucifer silently wept. And it didn’t take long for you to cry either - after all, you could physically feelhis pain. But in that moment, there was another thing you could feel within Lucifer’s emotions - comfort. Comfort to be in your presence. Comfort the second he felt your satin skin on his. Comfort to let the dam break and lay every ounce of his heartbreak and pain on you. Comfort to know that despite everything, that you love him, and that he loves you, and how irreversible that fact was.
As Lucifer continued to cry, he effortlessly brought you from your knees to his lap in a desperate attempt to keep you as close as possible. You stayed with him like this for a countless amount of time - neither one of you knew when you both eventually succumbed to slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms, heart to heart as you laid on his chest for the remainder of the night and well into the morning.
LilD1: Mc and I were crossing the street, and this demon drove by and honked at us Luci*Sighing, Taking off reading glasses*What did they do? LilD1: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and… Mc: Who wants a steering wheel?
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: 18+, Heavy mentions/implications of smut throughout, mentions of BDSM, suspension, restriction, aftercare, hair pulling, mention of heat cycle, heavy mentions of cum/cumplay, scent kink, hair sniffing, heavy mentions of male masturbation, oral receiving (male), missionary position, possessive behaviour, sadism, mentions of public sex, implication of praise kink, refusal of sex, mentions of punishment, sex toys, mentions of angry sex, mentions of rough sex, lingerie,
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Nine times out of ten, he’ll provide aftercare immediately after finishing for the night. That one in ten chance that he doesn’t is when he’s passed out on top of you and you have to wake him up.
He’s thorough in his methods of aftercare and will complete each step with immaculate precision.
He particularly enjoys getting into a bath and sitting you between his legs while you let him wash you. He finds it therapeutic to care for someone that is much more fragile than the mythical entities he’s so often surrounded by: gives him a sense of purpose.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Favourite body part of his = his hair. He goes absolutely feral when you comb your fingers through his strands and tug on them when he hits a particularly sweet spot.
Favourite body part of yours = your legs. Given that Lucifer has only ever been an entity of power, he finds it fascinating to see how far he can push you to your limits - to see if, as a human, you can match the expectations he’d set for a demon lover. So he likes to spread your legs as far as you’ll allow and see how flexible you are.
Give that he’s sadistic, he gets a kick out of hearing you mewl for him to stop, which he will (if you beg him enough); plus, he gets to try out new angles and hit spots of you you didn’t even know existed.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Not mighty keen on it, no matter what mood he’s in.
He doesn’t see it as something to be played with and would rather keep you as clean as possible during sex.
however, if he’s feeling particularly territorial, he’ll literally cover you in it.
This will usually be during his heat cycle: nothing but primal desire would be able to coax this much of a reaction from him.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He definitely has a piece of your hair tied together with a ribbon tucked away in his desk drawer.
Most of the time, he’ll just sniff it if he’s missing you while you’re away on business, but every so often, when he just can’t contain himself, he’ll jack off to it.
He definitely gets off on your scent; he’ll inhale your aroma while stroking himself until he cums.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I can’t see him having had many, if any, sexual partners. However, through years of observing others, he’d acquire knowledge and put it to good use while being intimate with you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary, usually (if he doesn’t have you bound, suspended, or anything else).
He likes watching you squirm beneath him and watching your face contort in the process.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Always serious. Even if he’s smirking, his demeanour will be rooted in sincerity and he won’t joke while being intimate with you.
His time with you is something he cherishes.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Very well-groomed. He believes in self-care, and he thinks that he should always present you with the best version of himself to show you how much he cares about your opinion of him (even if he doesn’t say it).
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He may not say “I love you”, but he’ll say things like: “You’ll only ever belong to me. You know that, don’ you?” And, “I’ll never let you go. I’ll follow you to the ends of the Universe before I let you even consider such a thing.”
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
As stated earlier, he definitely masturbates to personal items of yours when you’re not around - and you can’t get any more personal than a person’s hair.
As for the frequency of his masturbation sessions, it really depends on how occasionally your duties take you away from him, or vice versa.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
BDSM, restriction, and suspension.
Lucifer is a sadist - this much we know. So, it would make sense that he’d get a kick out of engaging in BDSM activities with you.
He’d get off on watching you cry out as he takes you, inflicting just enough pain until it verges on pleasure.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom and the bedroom only.
He despises the prospect of anyone else seeing you how he gets to see you, so he won’t risk engaging with you in a place where others could catch you. However, if he’s desperate, he’ll take you to somewhere desolate and take you there.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Anything.
His sex drive is already off-the-charts, so he’ll readily find any excuse available to get you bent over his desk.
However, something specific that he finds particularly provocative is when he sees you with his brothers.
Or, rather, them trying to flirt with you and failing miserably because you already belong to Lucifer.
Not that they know that, though.
He adores how you reject them, knowing that you already belong to him.
Definitely praises you for it later.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Whenever you talk about any of his brothers in a way that can only be seen as endearing.
He doesn’t mind you showing them common decency, but if he finds you speaking a little too favourably about any of them, he’ll refuse you sex for a week - either until you’ve apologised or he has calmed down.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Not too mad about either, though he prefers receiving since he’s not the biggest fan of making a mess (rather, getting any mess on himself).
Instead, he’ll just full-on dick you down whenever’s convenient (and is up to his standards).
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Honestly depends.
By default, he’s rather rough and fast considering he always has to keep an eye on his brothers.
However, if he’s punishing you or showing you how much he loves you, he’ll be slow.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Doesn’t favour them very highly because he prefers to take his time with you (also relates to his preferences of not having sex in public as he’ll most definitely have to finish up quickly in order to avoid suspicion).
This is where he’ll prefer receiving oral rather than fully engaging in sex, but only if you’re willing. If not, you’ll both just hang on until you get home and Lucifer absolutely destroys you there.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
No.
Lucifer’s a man of tradition and he does not want his or your reputation being harmed as a result of mere lust.
He’d expect as much from Asmo, not you or himself.
He’ll limit this risk by attempting to engage in a more private setting rather than out in the open.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Too many.
Considering the endurance he’s built up over the years after having to run around after his brothers, Lucifer can go for what seems like an eternity.
He’ll use his stamina and endurance to fulfill your needs in their entirety, ensuring that you’re never dissatisfied and that you’ll never find anyone better than him.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Owns a lot of toys but within the same category.
So he owns about 15 pairs of nipple clamps, but they all look different/do different things.
Same with ropes, handcuffs, whips, etc.
Likes keeping you guessing but in a way that is familiar and comfortable to you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
If he’s punishing you, his ‘teasing’ won’t be a light-hearted as you’d hope for.
Has an agitated look on his face throughout just to show you how angry he is (considering that he’s punishing you for having upset him considerably).
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
This man is near silent during sex.
He loves hearing your reaction to his efforts, and even if he’s on the verge of his orgasm, he’ll restrict any moans, groans or gasps he feels bubbling at the back of his throat if only to make you think that he’s absolutely impenetrable when it comes to sex.
However, when he’s alone and showing himself some self-love, he’ll allow a stray gasp and groan here and there, but only because he’s alone.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Has very particular lingerie tastes and will often dress you in lace, usually black.
However, if you ask him nicely, he’ll buy you a few sets in a colour of your choosing.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Moderately thick; his strong point lies in how long he is. And b o y, is he long.
He could be halfway inside you and you’ll already be whining and mewling at how full you feel.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very, very high.
However, even to the trained eye, Lucifer’s cold demeanour, no matter how promiscuous the situation, would lead anyone to believe that he isn’t interested in sex.
But you couldn’t be more wrong.
He simply controls his urges in so masterful a way that even you struggle to decipher whether or not he’s feeling frisky.
Until you do the do, anyway. After that, you’re the only person who can tell the most microscopic of fractures in Lucifer’s demeanour when you wear jeans that fit a little too snug around your hips, or when you shuffle in Lucifer’s lap when in a room full of party-goers.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He stays awake until you’ve fallen asleep so that he can wrap himself around you.
In his mind, it’s his way of protecting you. So just know that he won’t let you go until morning arrives.
The NSFW Alphabet doesn’t belong to me! Credit to the creator! I found it from this blog: @the-coldest-goodbye
