or: it’s not as easy at it looks, to live in a detective novel.
as gregor samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed into a gigantic beetle. entering my body horror era and ooh, it feels good. once again, i owe much to @house-of-laminations for inspiring me with their wonderfulness - i thoroughly recommend their blog if you’re interested! gn!reader, is this angst? it’s definitely horror, one mention of mc eating spiders if that’s a dealbreaker for you. when i say body horror, i really do mean it - there’s blood, scratching, losing control of your own body, all of that stuff. please stop reading at any point if you become too uncomfortable or upset. reader discretion is advised. it was no dream. satan wandering in the uncanny valley for 2000 words or less.
there’s something very wrong with you, and it’s starting to freak satan out a bit.
it had only been little things at first. you’d look a bit dizzy after coming home from RAD, mumbling some half-baked nonsense about your PE teacher being particularly harsh lately. you’d laugh quietly at his muttered jabs about lucifer’s stupid haircut, even though he’s not sure you’ve studied enough infernal to know exactly what he’d said. you’d started to prefer eating devildom food to human food, going so far as to choose red spider sandwiches for lunch instead of your usual pasta, and even though demonus shouldn’t affect humans, you’d definitely looked a bit wobbly when you and asmo came back from that perfume launch party the other day.
Content Warning: A bit of heavy angst, sibling rivalry and violence, and MC gets scared.
Word Count:1.3k+
Summary: After Satan and Belphegor play a prank on Lucifer that’s took things beyond too far, you contemplate just how much you could never understand about the relationship Satan and Lucifer share. What you do understand is his love throughout it all.
Authors Note: Not too sure how I feel about this one, but hey. If I regret writing it, I can always write something else. I hope everyone had a good Christmas! Thanks for reading everyone <3
When Satan told you what him and Belphie did when Lucifer wasn’t home, you could almost see how the rest of the night would unfold.
After classes had ended for the day, you and Beel had taken the opportunity to get an afterschool snack at Madam Scream’s. So, without even considering the consequences of it, it was the perfect opportunity for Satan and Belphie to play a prank on their eldest brother without the scolding of either one of you. Once the coast was clear of any interruptions, and they had discovered that Lucifer would be staying after school to have a meeting with Lord Diavolo, the members of the infamous Anti-Lucifer Squad had broken into Lucifer’s room and let loose a swarm of fire-mice - black, sooty little mice that breathe fire and burn everything it breathes on. Because of their size, they’re not hot enough to cause any serious fires, but are hot enough to crisp and burn anything from his simple living necessities to his most valuable possessions.
“Satan, you didn’t,” you whispered, the entire dinner table’s mouths dropping as they listened to your lover recall what transpired. You knew without question how Satan and Belphie felt about Lucifer, but this?How the hell is Lucifer going to react when he sees?
Satan whipped his head to you, sitting at his immediate left, almost scowling. Almost like he was disappointed that you disapproved of hurting Lucifer. “What? It’s a harmless prank. Serves the sadistic asshole right.”
“Satan, Belphie, hons -” Asmo’s voice was soft, but filled with concern. “Lucifer isn’t just going to kill you both, but…”
“What’s he gonna do, Asmo?” Belphie chuckled into his palm, not showing a bit of care about this conversation. “Tie us up and hang us in the common room for the weekend? Mammon-style? Please. We’re demons. That’s child’s-play.”
‘HEY! Whaddya mean ‘Mammon-style?!”
As the brothers continued to bicker about what happened, you couldn’t help but think about their history. Having been with the brothers for over two years now, and dating Satan for the last year, you feel like you have a solid understanding of Satan and Lucifer’s relationship - but really, it was only surface level. You weren’t there when Lucifer birthed Satan from an intense fit of wrath, or when Lilith died - nor were you there for the thousands of years that followed. You couldn’t understand - not really. How could you understand the literal personification of wrath’s feelings toward the Avatar of Pride beyond just what he has told you?
Satan had told you a great deal about his feelings towards Lucifer, whether it was during pillow talk or your walk home from school. While it wasn’t necessarily something you liked hearing, it wasn’t something you could change. It’s not like you can ask the Avatar of Wrath to forgive and forget, to not hold anger in his heart, especially when his anger dates back thousands of years before your existence. Then there’s the whole thing about Lucifer technically being Satan’s father, which nobody ever seems to really talk about.
Living with the demon brothers was one thing, but this was a whole other thing entirely beyond your understanding as a human.
Once the six brothers and you began to hear loud footsteps, and a dark aura began to spread through the House of Lamentation - all of you silenced.
Lucifer is home, and he knows what happened.
Instinctively, and without even thinking about it, you reached for Satan’s hand, which was laying on his lap under the table, and you pressed your hand on top of his. Because whatever was going to follow would not be pretty, but you knew that you had to be there for him no matter what.
As soon as Lucifer entered the room, you couldn’t help but be intimidated. He stood tall, darkness clouding him as he stomped toward the dinner table like he had every intention of destroying it. At that, Satan squeezed your hand - not because hewas scared, but because he knew you were once again witnessing another demonic showdown that had absolutely nothing to do with you. That he was sorry for.
“Not only are a multitude of my rare and irreplaceable books and records blackened to a crisp, but my bed is so damaged that I’ll have no choice but to replace it,” Lucifer’s voice consumed the room, both loud and authoritative. You didn’t miss how everyone else’s eyes widened in fear, except for the culprits themselves. “Do I even have to ask who the culprits of such a despicable and tasteless prank was? Or will you come forward on your own free will, Satan and Belphegor?”
“A-Ah… n-no, it was me, actually…” Mammon attempted to take the blame. Typical, sweet Mammon. “I-I didn’t mean to, really, I just-”
“Quiet, Mammon,” Lucifer glanced briefly at Mammon, before turning to face Satan in his entirety. “Will you let your brother take the blame for you, Satan, or are you the coward I believe you are? What about you, Belphegor?”
You squeezed Satan’s hand and caressed it soothingly. Please don’t lose your temper.
“You think I’d do something as brilliant as that and nottake the blame for it?” Satan scoffed, a smirk forming on his lips. “You didn’t think it was funny? It was me, and me alone. Not Belphie.”
“Satan, what are you-” Belphegor protested, but was quickly interrupted.
“Belphie,” Beel whispered, quick to protect his twin. Though it wasn’t ideal to not let Belphegor own up to his own actions, he’d rather see his twin go without punishment more.
“Not another word out of a singleone of you unless I ask you to speak,” Lucifer demanded, eyes unwavering from Satan’s entirely. “Y/N, I advise you to leave the room. What I’m about to do with your juvenile and irresponsible boyfriend will be beyond what your human eyes and ears can handle. I need you to head to your room now.”
“Lucifer,please don’t,” you pleaded, standing as Satan started to stand. But before you could argue any more, Satan was quick to stop you.
“Y/N,” Satan whispered, taking your free hand in his hands before your hands were enveloped between his. He caressed your hands slowly and confidently, trying desperately to tell you that everything would be okay. He could see it in your eyes - that worried, unyielding look that you get whenever you try to protect him - how funny it was, a human trying to protect a demon. The look you saw in his eyes was unfamiliar - you could see the blood-boiling anger in his eyes, the deep, fierce hatred he had for Lucifer, even if he really didlove him - deep, deep down. Unfamiliar because the anger in his eyes dissipated every so briefly just to show you his unwavering love for you, and how grateful he was to have you at his side through everything. The two never mixed before you. It was always hate. It was always anger. Always wrath. But with you, there was so much more… Always love. “I’ll be okay. This isn’t anything I can’t handle… Just go wait in my room for me, okay darling? I love you so much. Now go.”
With that, Satan pulled your hands in and leaned down to kiss your forehead - his lips lingering ever so briefly on your skin, like it was the last bit of comfort he’d have for awhile. He rubbed your hands soothingly together one last time before he pulled away and dropped your hands.
“Satan!” you cried, desperate for Lucifer to have mercy on Satan. Before you could react, Mammon was quick to grab you and pull you away from the scene so that you wouldn’t have to witness what would unfold. Because something told you that thiswas different. That this wasn’t a normal fight, and that at the end of the day, you had no business witnessing what would unfold.
As Mammon held your waist and guided you out of the dining room, you heard wings emerge behind you. You almost wanted to turn around, almost, but you also knew that you didn’t wanna see what was about to happen.
For now, all you could focus on was the feeling of Satan’s hands on yours.
wowie i did not expect to wake up to this!!! 1000 followers??? what????? (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)
anywhore,in celebration of our incredible milestone,i have decided to host a little event!!!
i made a list of prompts for my lovely followers to choose from,so go ahead and send me a number and a character,and i will deliver!!! (i.e: 3 with lucifer and solomon)
ps. this also doubles as my continuation of kinktober that i never finished ( ‾ʖ̫‾)
✨smut prompts (for the 7 brothers +dateables!)✨
1)magic onahole
2)panty thief
3)edging
4)heat
5)aphrodisiac
6)oh no!! mc got cursed by a succubus!!
7)shibari
8)brat taming
9)thigh riding (woof woof bark)
10)dumbification
11)threesome
12)big/step brother au
13)breeding
14)marking
15)under the desk
16)voyeurism
17)bimbo!mc
18)crybaby!mc
19)drycaphillia
20)summoning au (where mc summons the brothers instead of going to the devildom)
30)camgirl!mc
31) virginity
!!promt list may update!!! send in fun ideas u guys have too,i’d love to add to the list!! (also plz like,,three corresponding prompts at a time plz (◕﹏◕✿))
There was something feral about the way he was looking at you.
Satan had a dangerous glint in his eyes as he took in your kneeling form in between his legs,admiring the fluffy little cat ears on top your head,gaze trailing downwards to the matching tail that was stuffed inside you.
“You’re so good for me Kitty.” He cooed “So submissive.” He ran his fingers across your cheek before grabbing your chin,forcing you to look up at him. You let out a little whine as you grabbed onto his wrist,giving him a pleading look.
Satan chuckled before moving to wrap his hand around your throat,leaning down from his position on the bed to brush his lips against yours teasingly. “Come now kitten. How am I supposed to know what you want when you don’t tell me,hmm?”
You attempted to push yourself up to press your lips against his,the action causing him to tighten his grip on your throat. “Does kitty want a kiss? Is that it?” He asked patronizingly giving you a wicked smirk. You nodded frantically,squirming in his hold.
“Ask me then. Use your words and tell me that you want me to kiss you” . You whimpered softly,swallowing hard as you gathered enough courage to utter the words
“Master…” you started,the title making Satan groan as he rubbed his thumb against your jawline affectionately. “I wan’ a kiss….” you mumbled,averting your eyes in embarrassment
You pushed out your bottom lip and furrowed your eyebrows before looking back up at him,giving him the best puppy-dog eyes you could muster.
Satan let out a little laugh,eyes tracing your lips as he moved in closer. “Such a good little kitty”
He pressed his lips against yours feverishly,not wasting any time before pushing his tongue into your mouth. You moaned loudly as you tried to keep up with his movements,drool slowly starting to slip out of the corner of your mouth.
With Satan distracted,you slowly moved your hands in between his thighs to press against his hard cock straining against his pants. He groaned loudly into the kiss,sinking his teeth into your bottom lip before pulling away.
He gave you a stern look,his blue-green eyes glaring down at you. “Impatient aren’t we?” He asked,raising an eyebrow.
You licked at the indents Satans teeth left in your lip,nodding your head eagerly,a sheepish smile on your face. “Of course you are” he rolled his eyes with a playful smirk,gently swatting your hand away to remove his belt.
He moved slowly,deliberately dragging out his movements just to watch you squirm. You had to stop yourself from moaning when he finally pulled his cock free from his jeans,mouth watering at the sight of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
You licked your lips,eyes shooting up to give Satan another pleading look. His smirk only grew as he fisted his cock a few times,watching in amusement as you squirmed in need.
Your pleading eyes quickly turned into a glare as you pouted at him.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip,laughing at your expression. “What’s that look for hmm? I told you Kitty, if you want something you have to ask”
You nodded ,eyes trailing down to watch his cock twitch in his hand before meeting his gaze again.
“Satan-“ he raised an eyebrow causing you to stumble over your words to try and correct yourself. “M-master…I want your cock….please” Satan grinned down at you,a teasing glint in his eye. “My cock huh? Go ahead then. Show me how much you want it.”
Thats all it took for you to take his heavy girth in your hand,pumping him slowly as you listened to him suck in a breath.
You smirked before leaning over,running the pad of your tongue up his shaft,tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. His hand shot out to weave his fingers through your hair as you moved up to suck at his tip,moaning at the taste of his precum.
Satan groaned as you hummed around his cock,the action making you eagerly move your head down to try and get the same reaction again. His hand followed your movements,fighting the urge to push you down.
You swirled your tongue around him as you started bobbing your head,taking more of him in your mouth with every downward movements .
You couldn’t stop yourself from squirming,moaning once again as your tail plug rubbed against your insides,the feeling making you clench your eyes shut in pleasure.
“Look at you kitty” Satan groaned “wiggling around like that. Bet that plug feels real nice inside you huh?” He hissed through his teeth as your hand moved up to cup his balls,looking down at you with half lidded eyes.
“You’re working real hard for that cum aren’t you kitty?” you responded by taking him in deeper,nose brushing against the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock.
He moaned loudly as you swallowed around him,pushing your head down to keep you in place. His hips bucked uncontrollably,making you gag slightly around his length.
Tears started streaming down your face,drool slipping from between your lips and soaking your chin as your lungs started burning for air.
You tapped Satans leg twice,the action causing him to lessen his grip emough for you to easy your way off his cock,a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip.
You pumped his cock in your hand as you regained your breath,throbbing as you watched it twitch in your palm,another bead if precum leaking from the tip.
“Fuck kitten,you’re so good at taking my cock aren’t you?” Satan gasped out as you went back down on him,eagerly sucking away at his tip to try and get more of his cum before pushing it in deeper.
“Look how good you are for me baby.Sucking down my cock like that. Wrapping your tongue around it. You want your masters milk down your throat don’t you?” You moaned at his words,speeding your movements as his cock continuously hit the back of your throat.
He groaned,the sound shooting down straight to your throbbing sex. “Don’t you dare swallow kitty. You keep my cum in your mouth till i give you permission.”
Your eyes rolled back as the first spurt of cum hit your tongue,trying your hardest not to swallow as he filled your mouth with a choked moan.
You didn’t stop sucking until he pulled you head away,trying to drag out his orgasm for as long as possible.
Panting,Satan looked down at you,biting his lip at the sight of your teary half lidded eyes staring up at him,a mix of cum and drool dripping down your chin.
“Open your mouth and show me kitty. Show me all that cum in your mouth” he growled,pulling you back by your hair to get a better look at you.
You quickly obeyed,opening your mouth and sticking out your cum covered tongue,careful not to let any spill.
Satan groaned at the lewd display,rubbing his middle and index finger over your tongue,soaking them in a mix of cum and saliva before moving his hand down to your aching sex.
“I think you deserve a reward for being such a good little pet for me,kitty”
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.
a/n: I’ve been feeling so soft for them lately, so take some demon fluff <3
Lucifer
I feel like his are very passionate
Like the kind of kisses that take your breath away for a minute and have you leaning in again before you even know what you’re doing
He just kisses you with so much longing that it gives you butterflies
And he holds you so close when he does. He’s just constantly pulling you closer to him, even if you’re already flush together
He’s not big on pda, so kissing you in private is his go to
If you kiss him in front of the others, especially Diavolo, he’ll probably chastise you for being so unprofessional despite the fluttering in his chest. He’s definitely smug the rest of the day though
It’s a big stress reliever for him. It reminds him that you’re there and that you love him
When he kisses you, it either rather soft or like he’s been touch starved for a millennia which he probably has
Sometimes his kisses get very steamy ;))) especially when he’s stressed
Mammon
At first, his kisses are very clumsy and rough
He’s just so excited that you’re kissing him of all people
He tends to pull your face to his when he kisses you and you can feel his hands trembling as he does
When he pulls away, he’s always blushing no matter how long you’ve been in a relationship
Once he gets more comfortable, his kisses are very gentle and sometimes playful when you two are alone
His kisses are the kind that have you smiling or even laughing into the kiss
He just fills you with so much joy that you feel the happiness and excitement bubbling in your chest
If you kiss him in front of the others, he’ll be very tsundere about it big surprise there
He’ll be super embarrassed, stuttering over his words until he’s finally able to get something out
“I-I get that ya can’t help but be all over the Great Mammon, but ya can’t go doing that! ‘S embarrassing!”
Even though he complains about it, he also won’t stop bragging about it
“Well, I’m their first man! Of course they’d wanna kiss me instead of you losers!”
Levi
Oh dear lord help this boy
you are going to kiss him??A yucky otaku? bby don’t say that ily
like Mammon, his kisses tend to be rather clumsy
Unlike Mammon, he kisses you very softly. Like he’s so embarrassed that his lips barely brush yours before he pulls away and hides his face in his hands
Will not usually initiate kissing, but he’s happily surprised when you do
Poor baby has no idea what to do with his hands
Do him a favor and place them where you want them. It makes him feel lot less out of place
When you first kiss, he shuts his eyes comically tight and puckers his trembling lips an ridiculous amount
Once he gets more comfortable though, he’ll gently cup your face with one hand and your waist with the other
Something he really enjoys is when you sit in his lap while he plays video games and you just gently pepper his face and neck in kisses
If you kiss him in front of the others, he might die right then and there
He’s either going to faint or hightail it to his room no matter where he is
He’s embarrassed you kiss him in the first place, so he’s 200 times more embarrassed if you kiss him in front of anyone
Satan
This boy is a romantic and you can’t convince me otherwise
Like he’s the kind of guy who daydreams about passionately kissing you in the rain
His kisses are very soft and passionate and deep
Usually, he settles his hands on your waist or lower back
He also enjoys quick, domestic kisses every so often as well. It makes him feel all soft for you
I get the vibe that he’s not a big fan of pda
He will let it slide occasionally
He gets a little embarrassed and will usually scold you
In reality though, he feels a swell of pride and smugness
The blush on his cheeks and adoration in his eyes quickly give away his true feelings
If someone didn’t know you were his, they do now
Asmo
His kisses are either very sweet or very steamy
He is the avatar of lust. He knows how to kiss
He’ll take any excuse he can to smooch on you or get handsy
Of course he’ll respect your wishes if you tell him no or playfully smack him away
His kisses feel like the thrill of a first love
They make your heart flutter and leave you wanting more
He will put his hands literally anywhere. He is not picky so long as he’s able to touch you
Loves loves LOVES pda. Like he cannot get enough
He’s like look at my beautiful so everyone!! I love them!!
Bonus points if it makes someone jealous
If you decide to kiss him in front of people, you better be ready for what you’re getting yourself into
He gets so cocky about it, calls you pet names, and keeps trying to kiss you some more
He can’t help but embarrass you. That blush on your face is just too cute!
Beel
His kisses are just so so so soft
You’re so fragile compared to him. He doesn’t want to hurt you
He holds you like you’ll break with the smallest of movements
It makes you feel so important and loved
When he gets steamy though-
Oh my you’re gonna have a fun time
Then he’ll kiss you like you’re his last meal, and we all know how much he likes eating ;)))
He usually just rests his hands on your waist when he kisses you
He likes to cup your face too though
He doesn’t really mind pda
He won’t get embarrassed about pda. He’s not all for it but he’s not opposed to it. Beel just likes kissing you
He won’t initiate it if it makes you uncomfy though, don’t worry
Whatever makes you comfortable
He just wants you to be happy and know that he loves you
He reminds you how much he loves you through frequent, gentle kisses
If you kiss him in front of the others unexpectedly, he’ll blush slightly and smile at you before kissing you again
Belphie
His kisses are very soft and lazy
There’s usually not a lot of effort put into his kisses, but they’re very sweet
He loves slow, lingering kisses
The kind where it feels like time has slowed down and you two are the only things that exist in that moment
Hold him in your arms while you two are laying in bed and softly brush your lips over him. He will melt
He also like to bury his face in your neck and kiss it while cuddling
If he’s laying in your lap, he’ll press kisses to your inner thigh. It’s either very sweet or very steamy oof
His hands are pretty stationary when he kisses. They pick a place and stay there
Sometimes they kind of slow trail up and down your waist or arms
He likes it when you play with his hair while you kiss though
I get the feeling he doesn’t really care for pda
Like, he’s not going to complain but he doesn’t go out of his way to kiss you in public
If you kiss him in front of the others, a light blush just dusts his cheeks and he either smiles softly or smirks depending on his mood bc he can be a cocky bastard
