Diavolo: *sees Mc and Lucifer*

Diavolo: they’re cute. I would put them on a boat

Simeon: you mean… you ship them?

Lucifer: Are you nervous?

Mc:Yes.

Lucifer: Is this your first time?

Mc: No, I have been nervous before.

Lucifer: I love you, okay?!?

Mc: The words are nice, but the tone is scary

Mc: I got a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

The brothers, collectively:Aww

Mc: And I tell myself “if I can deal with these idiots, I can deal with anything.”

The brothers, collectively:Oh.

Asmo, walking into a room: Hi Mc!

Belphie: Do you just not see the other ten people in the room or-

Lucifer: Where’s Mammon ?

Mc: Doing stuff.

Lucifer: Don’t like the sound of that, where’s Satan?

Mc: Stopping Mammon from doing stuff.

Lucifer: Belphie?

Mc: Stopping Satan, so Mammon can do the stuff.

Lucifer: And you?

Mc: Distracting you, so Mammon can do the stuff.

Mc:I love you.

Lucifer: How many people have you said that too?

Mc:Everyone.

Lucifer:Everyone?

Mc:Yes, I tell everyone that I love you.

Request: Yes / No  Can I request sabrina chilling adventures lucifer ( luke cook ) x reader where like she is a like witch and had a one night stand not knowing what he is and like she ends up pregnant @nickibunny23​

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Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Witch!Reader 

Word count: 2438

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

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I picked up my glass of vodka and tipped it back, taking the last bit like it was nothing. An unwanted figure passes by me at the bar and frustration immediately spreads through my veins. He looks me up and down, probably trying to figure out what’s under my dress. But I’m not dressed for him… I’m only dressed for myself. The figure whistles quietly as his gaze travels down my legs. I peer sideways and frown at his shaggy hair. His face and hands are dirty and his t-shirt is baggy. His jeans aren’t any better and desperately need a belt. 

“Hey babe, why don’t you come join my friends? Gorgeous girl like you shouldn’t be sitting alone. I have somewhere better you could be sitting.” He winks and I roll my eyes. 

“How charming.” I said, turning back in my seat to ignore him. I’m sure he’ll mumble something about me being a bitch and walking away, but unfortunately he doesn’t. 

A sweaty palm lands on my shoulder, causing me to tense. The smell of cigarettes waft over me. I tighten my hand on my glass, many harmful spells run through my head as I turn to glare at the man. 

“Hey, look lady, you don’t have to be a cunt about it, alright? You’re here to have a good time and I’m here to do the same.” He said. I lean back in my chair, before slowly peeling his hand off my shoulder. 

“Listen asshole, maybe I wasn’t clean enough before. Let me spell it out for you. What I meant to say was leave me the hell alone.” I said. The man frowns and leans forward, and the fucker is bold enough to place his grimy hand on my thigh. The urge to hex him into the next generation is getting harder to control. 

“Listen babe, cut the crap. Don’t play hard to get, okay? We both know why a beautiful woman like you is at the bar by herself. I’ll buy you a few drinks and we’ll take a few turns on the dance floor. Then we’ll get a room and you can make it worth my time, hmmm?” My blood starts to boil, but an unfamiliar voice cuts in before I get the chance to reply. 

“I think we can both agree that the lady has already given you her answer. I suggest you get going before she starts swinging.” 

The creep takes his hand off my thigh and whirls around to face the new stranger. My own eyes dart over quickly to evaluate him. I was curious to see the owner of the deep, smooth accent that had come to my aide. An accent like that doesn’t belong here. The man is tall, pale ski, and has a head full of curly dark brown hair. He was dressed in classy, yet slightly revealing clothes, but he somehow made it work. The creep’s face was growing red with anger. 

“Listen pal, why don’t you mind your own business? I wasn’t talking to you, was I? I’m trying to have a good time with the beautiful lady and I got here first. If you want her then you should have gotten here before-” He was cut off with a punch right across his jaw. A yelp escapes the creep and his body hits the floor. I gasp in shock, my heart beat quickening as I watch him slowly struggle to his feet. He pulls his own fist back and aims for the dark-haired man who is bristling with anger now. Before he could hit the man, the creep paused and the man glared. 

“Leave the lady alone, now.” He said. The creep dropped his arm and he had a look of horror on his face. The man scurried off and I looked at the stranger confused. 

“Thank you for the help.” I said. The man grinned, taking the empty seat next to me. 

“Don’t thank me yet… What should I call you?” He asked. 

“Y/N.” I answered. 

“Don’t thank me yet, Y/N. I was only coming over to try my luck with the beautiful lady myself. As chance had it, I saw the perfect opportunity to jump in and impress you. Did it work?” There was a twinkle in his eye. I smiled and giggled at him. 

“You might have, so what do I call you?” I asked. 

“Luc.” He answered. Interesting name. 

The two of us engaged in conversations and drinks for hours. He may have been trying to impress me and get into my pants, but he was doing it right. He grabbed my hand and took me to the dancefloor. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, like we’ve known each other for years. He placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my face to look up at him. 

“Care to make a deal with the devil?” He asked and I bit my lip. Not your usual pick up line, but it sure was working. 

“What would be the deal?” I asked. 

“I take your hand, lead you to the hotel across the street, and stay between those pretty legs all night.” He said and I felt the heat spread between my legs. 

“Sounds like a good night.” I whispered. Luc takes a sharp breath. He steps closer to me, leaning towards me until his lips are at my ears. One finger slowly strokes my cheek. 

“I’m not like the gentleman you think I am. I’m sure you’re used to vanilla men, someone who just wants to touch you once underneath the sheets in the dark. I want nothing more than to rip your clothes off and sink in between your thighs. But I also want to tie your hands and ankles so you have to take whatever I give you. I want to spank your ass until it’s red with my handprint and then I want to fill you with my cock, ringing you hard. In my bed, I’m in control. I run the show and take what I want. Your body and your pleasure at my mercy. Try to turn the tables or act out of line and there’ll be punishment. I’ll use you and take what I want, then leave you in the morning.” He growled passionately into my ear. There’s a quiet hitch in my breathing as my heart begins to speed up. My world spins at his words, he’s so different to other men. 

“Take me.” I said and he pulled me along to the hotel across the street. As soon as we get into the room, his lips slam onto mine and I gasp when I feel his erection press against my quivering thighs. His hands grasp both sides of my face as his tongue slants over mine, winning his battle for dominance. I sank into his kiss as my head swims with this magical feeling he’s giving to me. There’s something about this man that I can’t put my finger on. He feel’s so magical, yet dangerous. His hands trail down my back and cup my ass, they skim the delicate skin of my inner thigh, then run up my hips. They travel up my stomach and cup my breasts. His hands return to my back and unclip my bra. He pulls away suddenly, pushing me more into the room. 

“Clothes off, now.” He demands. He steps back, chest heaving as he watched me. There was no way I could disobey him, it was like I was in a trance. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my hand. It lands on the floor next to my feet. I heard Luc take a deep breath. My heart flutters as I bend over and take off my heels. 

“I can’t wait to touch all that beautiful skin.” His admiration encourages me as I slide my black-laced panties off. They lay discarded on the floor next to my bare feet. I shiver in anticipation as his warm hands skim their way up my bare back. Goosebumps rose on my arms, and my nipples stood erect. He grasped my arms firmly and pulled them backwards. He guides me downward until I’m bent over the soft bed. When his feet push on my ankles to widen the space between my legs, my heartbeat quickens and I lick my lips. I want to rub my thighs together, desperate for friction, but I don’t dare move. I feel rope slither around my wrists, leaving them bound behind my back. However I never felt his hands leave my skin… He lends down and places a kiss between my shoulders. 

“I can’t wait to feel you around me, my little witch.” He said and my eyes widened. I looked back at him and his eyes turned red. 

“Lucifer…” I whispered and his smirk grew. His palm suddenly reaches back and strikes my ass, leaving a resounding smack through the room. I jolt at the sudden strike, and I’m unable to hold back the moan that escapes my lips. 

“You really thought you could escape me?” He said. I bit my lip and swallowed. 

“Your beautiful cheeks are going to be red.” He growled. 

“Please…” I whispered quietly. 

“Ahh!” I cried out as his palm struck my other cheek. Again, and again, and again. The room is quiet except for the sound of his hand landing on my skin and my moans. 

“You look perfect with my hand prints on your ass.” He says and I barely hold back a whimper. 

“I wonder, how wet are you?” He asked and slipped between my open thighs, finding my clit. I jolt and back my hips as pleasure spreads like an electrical fire. I arch my back and moan as his thumb works my little button. My world is shattering into nothing but heat and flames. He’s barely touched me and I’m already on edge. Is this just the power he has over us witches? 

“So fucking wet. Your pussy is absolutely drenched. Is this all for me, darling?” He asked and I nodded my head as I rocked back into his touch. Hot pleasure builds in my pussy and I’m nearly speechless. He growls and his movements begin to slow. 

“Answer me.” He demands.  

“Yes!” I cried out desperately.

“Thought so.” He replies smugly. His thumb picks up the speed and I feel my juices flowing. The idea of my wetness slowly sliding down his fingers has me feeling flushed. I moan and rock my hips faster. Every stroke sends me higher into oblivion. I whimper at the heat pooling in my belly, the pleasure building inside me. His touch is everything I thought it would be and more. 

“That’s it my little witch, ride it out.” He growls low in my ear. His words, combined with that husky voice, sends me spiraling over the edge. A moan escapes my throat as the powerful orgasm crashes into me. My pussy spasms asI arch my back, riding the waves. 

“You’re more beautiful when you come, and that’s just the beginning.” He whispers into my ear. With a loud groan, he stands and roughly turns me over. He cupps one of my breasts. His tongue gently glides across my earlobe as his thumb roughly flicks my nipple. I cry out in pleasure. 

“I think the other one is feeling neglected, don’t you?” He whispers in my ear. 

“Please!” I beg shamelessly. He switches to my other breast, paying the same attention as my other. 

“What do you want, my little witch?” He asked. I felt my cheeks heat up and bit my lip. A smack landed on my pussy and I groaned. 

“Answer my question, what do you want?” He asked, more demanding. 

“You, I want you. Please!” I begged. He pulled back, his fist closing around the shaft of his huge cock. He spreads my legs open and rests the tip of it at my entrance. His fiery eyes met mine and that dark smirk appeared on his face. Before I could even think about anything he pushed into me. I have never felt so full in my life. He hissed as he eased himself further inside me and I moaned at the fullness. His eyes closed and I took a moment to memorize his features. I had never met the Dark Lord myself, but every witch and warlock was to devote themselves to him. Something I haven’t done since I ran away from my family. 

“So fucking tight, my little witch.” He groaned. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pushing him deeper inside me. He began rocking his hips back and forth, all my thoughts disappeared. I took a deep breath and tried to free my arms, but it was no use. His magic was much more powerful than mine. I rocked my hips as best I could to meet his thrusts. With each thrust, his cock hit the perfect spot inside my pussy. I closed my eyes and released a loud moan. Lucifer reached between us and stroked my clit. 

“Oh yes!” I moaned, his thrusts increasing. The sound of skin slapping and moans were the only thing to be heard by anyone who was passing. The roaring inferno swirled in my stomach once again, a delicious fire that threatened to burn me. His cock continues to pound inside me, even as he lends over and bites down on my shoulder. A cry leaves my throat. 

“What’s my name? Tell me, who’s fucking you into oblivion right now?” He demands. 

“Lucifer!” I answer, breathlessly. 

“Who’s your Master?” He asked. His thrusts became more erratic as his jaw tensed. 

“You, Lucifer! You, you, you…” I trailed off. He threw his head back with a satisfying roar and I feel his cum spurting inside me. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. 

“Yes, my little witch. Give it all to me.” He growls in my ear. My body finally begins to relax as  he pulls out of me and I feel the urge to sleep take over my body. Before I know it, my eyes are closed and I’m off to sleep. 

I woke up the next morning alone and clothed. I thought that night was a drunken dream. Until I got pregnant… I ran once again and tried my hardest to keep my child safe from her Father. I didn’t know what he would do if he found out, but I wasn’t planning on learning. I would keep the heir to Hell away from her destiny for as long as I live.

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I’ll say it,

Yandere that truly loves you and is willing to destroy anything and anyone to ensure your health and happiness >>>>>>>> yandere that breaks your mind for the fun of it

Basically mei raiden’s quote “if saving you is a sin I will gladly become a sinner” to kiana kaslana.

Lucifer x reader

nsfw - ‘sin’ blurb mini series - gn!reader

Lucifer may have been the avatar, the embodiment, of pride but he certainly had no qualms over kneeling for you. He was supposed to have been in a meeting with Diavolo for a few hours so you’d snuck away to his private study to do homework without being disturbed. Admittedly, you could’ve put on more than just one of Lucifer’s plain black sleep shirts, but you were alone and thought you’d be until you went to bed. Lucifer could appreciate the view, though- you in only his shirt and presumably underwear- and he could definitely appreciate it looking up at you from his position under his desk. The shocked sound you let out made him smirk, bare fingertips tracing over your inner thighs. His voice was a mere rumble, a quick greeting, before he was burying his face in between your legs, mouthing and licking and sucking at every place he knows you like. And, yeah, maybe he comes off as desperate like this : hair disheveled with your hands gripping the strands, cheeks flushed, eyes lidded and dark, tongue lolled out so that it never leaves your skin for long. The Avatar of Pride, on his knees beneath his own desk for a human. But you’re his human- his. You were made for him, owned by him, loved by him, desired by him and he allowed himself to kneel before you because he knew everything he felt was reciprocated. And, much to his pleasure, even if he was kneeling for you, he had every ounce of power as he watched your eyes roll white and back arch, hips bucking towards his awaiting mouth and fuck is he glad he’s here right now, fallen in the Devildom, because you taste like the fruit of Eden.

Next 

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.

Brothers + Undateables: Christmas Activities

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Christmas Special

Oop, well here’s this.

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.

I don’t know why this is bugging me right now but I have to get it out of my head.

I don’t know if body dysmorphia needs a trigger for anyone, but this is about Lucifer’s harsh criticism of himself and his body. Short-ish.

 Some thoughts:

• Lucifer is probably the most prone to body dysmorphia because he was the Morning Star. Highly revered and coveted, deadly and gorgeous. Powerful and beautiful. When he fell, that turned into pride.
• He became the Avatar of Pride and MY GOODNESS can you imagine what this poor baby was going through ON TOP of trying to care for his six brothers who JUST lost their sister and had to cope with falling and being consumed/corrupted?! MY HEART!
• He takes failure serious in all aspects and that includes himself. He needs to look good for himself because that feeds them. He does the best in school, he looks the best, etc.
• What if he’s embarrassed about his hands and that’s why he wears gloves? Like, what if he threw some ‘fiery justice of heaven’ angel hands and got seriously fucked up?
• Lucifer is a force of nature all his own and ANYONE with a brain would want to disarm him because that buys them time to take him on as a person without range/extra damage. I can see mages trying to charm any weapons he used (maybe a sword?) against him or trying to overheat it so he’s forced to drop it
• I can see them calling on archers to shoot at him. Make those hands–anything–immobile, but Lucifer is not a man to be taken lightly. He would take all of those arrows and still give the finishing blow
• I GUARANTEE YOU he would throw REAL HANDS over his family and he probably fucking did up in the Celestial Realm. Imagine a bare-handed Lucifer just beating ass. I’m sure it happened
• Now imagine him falling with bloody knuckles, maybe a broken hand, and open wounds. Any angel blood in them (his or theirs) probably burned like hell during the fall because everything was being forcefully stripped away during the conversion
• While supernatural healing factor (being half-angelic and half-demon now) and medicine helped him heal, his eyes can’t unsee the damage. He’s haunted by it.
• Realistically, you’d have to struggle to see anything but in Lucifer’s mind it’s all clear as day. He doesn’t know how no one else sees what he sees, and he’s too proud to admit his struggle or what he’s thinking/feeling 
• I think he wears the gloves so he doesn’t have to look at the hands that failed. He doesn’t have to look at the hands that ripped his whole family apart. For him, his hands are not a thing of pride. They disgust them and he wants to hide them.
• Perhaps a small part of him wants to preserve any beauty in them and he wears the gloves to keep them from getting worse. Paperwork, spells, and cleaning will do a number on them.
• When he became half-demon that took away some of his softness so he has to work harder to keep them in an acceptable condition
• Asmo best understands his body dysmorphia (they relate A LOT), which is why Asmo lets him paint his nails. Red isn’t just a color that was given to him, but because Asmo loves him. Red and pink are in the same family and red is a color of devotion and love.
• He takes the gloves off at night and makes great effort with a hand routine
• If he gives you his hands, hisreal hands, please hold them. Kiss them and worship them and be genuine with them. These hands have been through a lot and they just really need to be held.  

I have a list of actual headcanons for demon baby behaviors, but this is not that post.

You and the boys have a baby! (sort of). 

You should’ve never told Diavolo about how high schools used to have practice baby classes.

Note: most of the genders and children come from “The Bros as Dads” post.

Cut me some slack on the names. I didn’t really have them planned, haha.

Lucifer:

• Extremely skeptical. This whole assignment depends on you two standing in a summoning circle and–in a flash of light there’s a KID in the middle of the floor.
• It’s a GIRL! 
• This triggers his demon form on reflex because he’s startled and can’t help but have flashbacks of Lilith. You’re cooing to the little girl and Lucifer feels breathless as he takes in her hair (it’s his) and those big eyes (they’re yours)
• His wings flap a few times before pressing close to his body. This has caught the baby’s attention and she’s staring at him with more intelligence than a child should have.
• The professor says the child will grow exponentially over the next week or so and she should be able to deliver a report on how competent you are as parents. Their developmental age will be assessed and factored in as part of the grade.
• You walk carefully over to Lucifer, eyes shining and a tiny fist in your hand and oh Diavolo, he wants this child to be real right then and there!
• The naming doesn’t happen until you’re back at the House of Lamentation with a massive magical trunk that will spawn child necessities. You sit in his study as the baby looks around and points to things. You name them off.
• You’re in the middle of walking her over to look at his records and watching her slap things on the shelf, trying to feel them with her fingers, when he gets the idea to name her after one of the human composers he knows (”Marianna.”)
• You honestly thought the addition of a literal child would throw Lucifer off but he’s prepared. It’s only then you realize he’s been alive for thousands of years and helped raise the other six people in the house
• Enjoy your view of Lucifer wearing a baby sling for the first three days because unless you have a real kid together, this is the only time you’ll see it
• The two of you work on a schedule and carve out time to teach the child on top of your other duties. Sometimes you’re hooked up to the sling, sometimes it’s him. He gets a kick out of seeing you tote the kid around and usually catches you tickling her feet.
• Diavolo graciously lightens up on Lucifer’s paperwork load (BY A LOT!) in exchange for seeing the child and playing with them
• Most of her facial expressions take after Lucifer’s and Diavolo is BEYOND amused
• After day 3, Marianna gets distressed seeing Lucifer sit so long, so she’ll toddle you to Lucifer and just points until you do something about it
• 100% a daddy’s girl and Lucifer has a hard time keeping his pride in check. It’s coming off of him in waves
• She says her first words between day 4 and day 5 and Lucifer wants to cry (he does) because the first one is “daddy”
• From day 5 on it’s a constant fight to keep her close because the bros want to smother her for being so cute and are bugging her to say their names
• Marianna is partial to Satan and Lucifer is secretly glad. Satan acts all smug about it.
• She has Lucifer’s insistency for perfection. Mammon was messing with her tea party set up and she bit him for moving her plate in the wrong spot. That was day 6 and she had her pointy baby demon teeth. Marianna got a little whisper scolding that Mammon would’ve died for BECAUSE SHE GETS KISSES WHILE SHE’S GETTING SCOLDED? FOR REAL?! HE GETS STRUNG UPSIDE DOWN!
• Marianna hates being fussed over and likes to dress herself. Whatever you or Lucifer fix, she undoes when your back is turned.
• One of her favorite hobbies is sitting on Lucifer’s lap and practicing her handwriting. She also likes to brush his feathers. Marianna asks to sleep in them and will try to hide from you in them. The giggles give her away.
• By day 7 she has the intelligence of (at least) a 6 year old and has velvety nubs for horns. You learned that demons like to rub their horns against hard surfaces (or loved ones) as scenting and for their growth.
• She accidentally scratches you up, not quite understanding you’re human, and goes into an absolute meltdown. She didn’t mean to hurt you.
• Goes into a freaking rage when anyone tries to fix you up. Wants to do it herself. This kid is a literal puddle of apologies, please hold her.
• She cuddles you for the rest of that day and officially gets her own little desk beside Lucifer on day 8. Marianna pretends to write her own letters but mostly draws. Bugs Lucifer with the random stuff Satan and Levi teaches her but he doesn’t mind.
• You’d bring them snacks every now and then and sometimes you’d hear them singing together (ever so quietly). You didn’t know Lucifer could sing. 
• Lucifer has woken up with a fist in his face, accidentally been punched in the eye, and has been kicked away at least once since she was big enough to sleep in the bed. She takes after Lucifer in the way that she needs you behind closed doors. Marianna doesn’t sleep unless she can feel both of you next to her. 
• Lucifer officially has bragging rights about sleeping with you (even if he won’t pull that). Secretly gets the best sleep of his life. Really starting to feel the parent thing. A kid with you would be nice.
• Marianna gets little fluffs for wings on day 9 and they “air box” when she’s angry. She demands back scratches for how dry and itchy the feel and you figure out she purrs like Lucifer.
• She doesn’t always prank Lucifer but when she does, she hides his pens and makes him play hide and seek with her to get them back
• Marianna likes to help out in the kitchen and loves setting the table. She gets mad if anyone messes with the napkin folds you guys practice. She makes a tiny Lucifer screech when Asmo gets obnoxious with taking pictures for Devilgram and Mammon nearly breaks his chair trying to run out of it. She laughs like you.
• Around day 10 she insists on a family day and Lucifer has this sinking feeling in his gut that she knows she won’t be around much longer. Maybe it’s a side effect of the spell. The two of you spend the day running around the Devildom taking lots of pictures. Diavolo crashes a few of those pictures.
• She spends day 11 burning the midnight oil with Lucifer. Around 9 PM he’s trying to send her to bed. Marianna just drags a blanket back into his study and snuggles down. He notices all her old pictures and some new ones she’s drawn. “It’s my book,” she tells him.
• “Your book?”
  
• “Yep.” she colors in the lines carefully, the finished pages pushed away and much better than her older ones. “It’s for you guys, for when I go away. And for your school.”
• On day 12 you bring her back into the class, she’s dressed in similar colors to Lucifer. She wanted to look good for her presentation and she said ‘dad always looks nice’.
• Marianna talks through her book, calling back memories of building blocks and playing hide and seek. She’s very proud of the pictures from two days ago. They’re her favorite. She shows off her horns and the “dad roar”.
• You and Lucifer walk her to the circle. She stands in it as the spell determines her final age. She’s about 10, pushing the limits for growth as determined by the spell.
• “I wasn’t here a long time, but I had fun.” she hands him the book and gives you a much longer hug than Lucifer. You wonder if it’s her way of apologizing for having a favorite even though she was good to both of you. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.” she looks up at Lucifer as she hugs him, her chin pressed into his stomach.
• “Perhaps.” Lucifer takes on his demon form as the circle starts to glow, flapping one wing at her. She “air boxes” back before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
• It’s a quiet, lonely silence. Very cold. There’s a subtle warmth in Lucifer’s embrace as he guides you back to your desk. It was brief, but you see why she likes his hugs. 
  

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

These are just my personal idea of jealous traits demons might show. This is general and a precursor to the actual jealous demon bros headcanons I’m working on.

All under the cut just because I’m not 100% sure what’s going to come out of it. Potential for NSFW.

Biggest takeaway: jealous demons are like big angry cats + some aspects of their representative animals (in the case of the bros).

Some bros get individual blurbs, some are together because they express similar traits. Just did what I felt like.

I am aware that Levi is technically represented by a sea serpent but I elected to simply give him serpent traits. 

This got unexpectedly long so I’m making a part 2 right after. That part will have Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie.

Note: you will see some of these exact points in the actual ‘Jealous Demon Bros Headcanons’ that I’m working on. I felt like I just have to get some of this general behavior out first for some of those to make sense. 

The jealousy of a demon and the signs they give largely depend on their lineage.

Royal Blood Demons (AKA: Diavolo)

Those of royal blood are especially prone to losing control of any eye- or mind-based magic. This is incredibly dangerous as their royal blood puts them a cut above the rest; they may unconsciously hypnotize the perceived ‘threat’ into a state of full-body temporary subservience (“zombification”) or unleash subtler magic that inspires headaches or seconds-long loss of motor function. Demons of royal lineage may find themselves physically heating up or sweating; those naturally inclined to fire magic will lose control of it or find themselves able to use it without incantation until they feel more in control of the situation.

It is not uncommon for their mouths to flame or spark when they speak. They may also hiss smoke.

The biggest issue for demons of Royal Blood is a decrease in higher-level thinking. Those of Royal Blood are prone to devolving into more feral tendencies so they may engage in sparring and will not be able to contract their claws until they are comforted. They will most likely lose their ability to speak, instead going back to demon tongue. Some have reported self-harmonizing where the demon speaks in three tones at once; this indicates they are deep into feral tendencies as demon tongue eventually evolved into singular tones to emulate human speech. When in a feral state, the demon would much rather just whisk their preferred person (platonic or romantic) away from the perceived threat instead of fight and this is allegedly to preserve whatever that relationship may be and to get that person out of fighting range.

A feral royal is best handled by surrounding them with the scent of their preferred person; romantic partners will be able to quell a demon faster than platonic partners. Favorite items are suggested as they will try to 'hoard’ the physical person and may squeeze them a bit too tight once they have them (especially those of naga lineage). Enough time with the scent will eventually calm the demon. If the demon is too wound up, it is in a demon’s nature to hunt and one simply has to take an item of their preferred person and sprint to wear them down.

Avian Lineage (AKA: Pride, Greed)

The biggest issue demons with avian lineage experience is wing stiffness. This is usually because they are trying to make a showy display of their wings for the potential mate or to make themselves look ominously bigger to the offending threat. In general, the wings of avian demons are used extensively when jealous. Most jealous demons will bristle or air box with with their wings to indicate they are willing to physically pummel those that make them jealous.

There have been reports (allegedly about the second-born, Avatar of Greed) that they will lure their target into a state of calm and “punch” them with a wing unexpectedly. These are rumors, of course. 

While the Avatar of Pride has never been recorded “wing punching” someone, it is said the rustle and bristle of his feathers can be heard from quite a distance and those who hear would be smart enough to keep their distance. 

When jealous those of avian lineage will have ‘picking’ habits but this may range from pointed comments to physically pinching those they dislike when they think they can get away with it. Lesser demons with avian lineage have been known to ‘pick’ (steal) things from those they hate and hoard them for some unknown satisfaction. It is unclear if the elder Avatars do this.

As they begin to edge into jealous behaviors those of avian lineage may lose their voice or have their speech taken over by “chirps” or “squawks” that still suffice as demon tongue. This speech will remain until they’re calm.

Some demons will make obnoxious noises or go out of their way to talk over those they deem a threat to their potential interest. If a jealous avian-like demon is in a committed relationship, they will wear and show off something of their partner’s to send a message to other interested avian-demons. The partner is expected to do the same.

Other signs of jealousy depend on the specific bird. The Avatars are very private and it is alleged that the Eldest, who is associated with the Peacock, exhibits these behaviors:

• Deadly stares that span vast distances and make the target distinctly aware that they are the one being looked at.
• He has, on occasion, ‘hoarded’ a brother under a wing to separate them from those he deems questionable. It doesn’t matter how many wings it takes, he will keep them by his side. They have been lightly slapped with said wing if they try to escape before he deems it safe.
• Lucifer is prone to isolate himself similar to that of a Peacock and instead wishes those he’s interested in to come to him. Once they give him a private audience, he will be especially engaging and aims to keep them in his area as long as possible
• If jealous, it is highly believed he will dart up to the offender and attempt to chase them off or levy a challenge of continuing their intrusion if they best him in combat. If they win, they will be tolerated but are still probably in danger.
• The eldest does not peck. He may, however, jab you with a pen or the nearest sharp object if you are the focus of his jealousy
• In times of jealousy it is alleged that he lets off steam by clawing up little dummy sacks/dummy bodies. This isn’t abnormal as demons do have tearing tendencies, but no one has seen it in person.
• If Lucifer’s jealousy has not yet made him prone to avian behaviors, it is said that he will cast a variety of curses because he is especially proficient in them.  

Signs of jealousy in the Avatar of Greed are a little more known but no one knows for sure how true these are. Such is the nature of Majolish gossip and the world he runs in. Strangely, the brothers will not confirm or deny anything about one another. 

• Mammon will dress himself more fashionably or with shinier objects to attract attention
• Unlike his elder brother, Mammon does not isolate. Instead he likes to be amongst the people and keep an eye on the target. He heavily enjoys spending time with his ‘precious’, whether it is platonic or romantic.
• He doesn’t get especially warm when angry, but he will hiss and squawk more
• His impulsiveness and risky behavior may increase at random when he hyperfocuses on his ‘precious’. Some call this a “bird brain” moment. This could result in being silly but more often leads to him making threats of thing that aren’t and causing fights.
• Exhibits scratching behaviors; digging his nails into things or writing very hard on papers. Would do well to scratch on something to relieve the tension. May lose control of his claws at times. This may be directly tied to corvid tendencies of attacking with their talons. He is priming his “talons”. 

Serpentine Lineage (Avatar of Envy)

There are not many serpentine demons on the Devildom census. It is unclear whether the breed is dying out or simply refuses to answer the census. They are, allegedly, a very private breed. Jealous behaviors of serpentine demons include:

• Being extra clingy with their chosen one, especially if that chosen one is warm blooded. 
• If their chosen one also has a tail, they may knot their tails together
• When jealous their eyes may taken on a brighter color or change shape. If they get mad enough, they will lose aspects of their vision and instead navigate by heat and smell. It is unclear if they go ‘blind’ at this point or if their eyes look cloudy
• Their teeth will elongate and may make speaking difficult or impossible. Serpentine demons are very prone to biting when jealous
• When jealous, those capable of producing poison can produce it freely. This gland is overactive in jealousy and they may secrete it without wanting to. It changes the taste in their mouth and causes them to spit/hiss more than they would. The effect of the poison depends on the demon’s lineage.
• Jealous demons with serpentine heritage may find their skin drier and may scratch as their jealousy increases
• If offended in their jealousy, they will isolate themselves. They may attempt to build a fort they can slither into since it keeps them low to the ground, is narrow, and they can coil as they wish.
• Demons with serpentine tendencies don’t usually fight the offender but will if the offender does not back off of what they deem their ‘territory’
• Be wary of overactive tails with jealous serpentine demons; when jealous they will have better controls over their tails.
• It has also been said their tales ‘have a mind of their own when in anger’, they should not be approached as the reach of their tail is typically far greater than that of their demon limbs.

So at some point I mentioned a blurb about how the bros and others could be petty if someone they loved was offended/being bullied/etc. These are the types of curses I think they would bestow AND what blessings they’d give to those they trusted.

Keep in mind that they have magic and can totally kill people, all the standard demon stuff, but when you mess with their beloved, their PROTECTED, they want it to sting.

Also, it’s my personal headcanon that their curse work does not always need to be spoken in the full. They can influence these things to happen as well (like aura/magic/etc.)

Note: I was going to do all the bros + Dia + Lucifer but these are getting long so they’ll be broken up.

P.S: Happy New Year to those who celebrate it.

Lucifer: To bully or deride one he holds dear is the ultimate offense because you’re offending him by extension. He gives his heart to few and you have besmirched a chosen one. Curses assigned by Lucifer are direct and potent. His personal favorites include: ‘May you always fumble your words at the most critical of times’ and ‘I hope you do your very best but feel nothing from it.’ because he’s an asshole and the avatar of pride.  

His blessings are like a blanket fresh from the dryer or a warm, home-cooked meal that you had no expectation for but somehow heals your soul at the end of a bad day. It’s subtle but speaks volumes. Despite being the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer’s blessings are subtle because he wasn’t to accent you and enhance you and bring out the pride in what you already possess. He highlights who you are with bursts of confidence and calm nerves. Sometimes a particularly nice, scathing monologue when you need it.

Mammon: He is usually very composed and lets a lot of stuff roll off his back with more bark than bite but this is a totally different situation. Mammon is used to being the one mocked and ridiculed and absolutely will NOT stand for someone he treasures to be treated as so. It’s in these moments that he reminds people he’s truly a demon. Greed is a wicked thing, after all, and he is the Avatar of Greed. His curses give you the acute sense that something is wrong but you can’t quite put your finger on it; they are something dreadful looming beneath a murky surface–just enough to not be seen but give you a keen awareness of its existence.

Curses from Mammon don’t always have words tied to them but if a curse hits or if he tells you he’s cursing you, you will know. You won’t be able to hold onto money, be it holes in your pocket or rips in your wallet. Proper change will not be given to you on outings and loose change will basically run from your hand. You will always get the bad end of a deal and won’t be able to negotiate in your favor. If he’s extra petty, various birds will go out of their way to aggravate you.

Blessings bestowed by Mammon revolve around material wealth or changes that promote wealth. If you are blessed by Mammon you might win the occasional raffle in a grocery store or give-away. If you play scratch off’s or lottery tickets your odds will be slightly increased but not majorly so (that required more focus and magic). His blessings are basically a pile of smaller successes or random increases in luck/good odds that end up building a better foundation for bigger things. If Mammon blesses you, you’ll squeak by on those harder tests you thought you were doomed to fail, find random money in a thrift purchase or old pair of jeans you forgot about, get a store associate who’s especially kind to you (freebies for food/makeup but small and quick because they’re not supposed to), or have an unexpectedly beneficial conversation in the most random place.   

Obey Me: Lucifer NSFW Alphabet

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.

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