#asmodeus x gn!mc

[reeeooohhheehee]

That’s your ex!?!?! Ew.

tags : obey me x gn ! mc , scenario , lucifer x gn!mc , leviathan x gn!mc , asmodeus x gn!mc , belphagor x gn!mc , diavolo x gn!mc , simeon x gn!mc , solomon x gn!mc , (PLATONIC) luke x gn!mc , obey me mc harem , fluff , sfw

LUCIFER:

Lucifer was lowkey annoyed. This little roach looked like they’d been drinking. Their eyes were red, tears were running down his cheeks, staining it. That person had been at it for minutes on no end, thinking that they were better than the Avatar of Pride.

He’s about to lose it, it was too much for him to hear. “I’m better than him, please leave him for me!”.

Grabbing your hand, Lucifer looks at your ex intimidatingly. “I’m sorry but me and my FIANCE must be going.” seeing that person’s face go pale as he told the subtle lie made Lucifer’s ego boost sky high after that.

LEVI:

Levi looks at you as you walked through the convention. Outwardly, he looked normal, like an otaku! Inwardly, he’s screaming in tears. He got so insecure because my gosh, your ex was a bomb, and he hoped they’d explode. He just wanted you to himself.

The thought of you being that person’s ex bothered him, it was a pain. He was getting insecure, were you still in love with them? He had a rush of emotions, a rush of assumptions run down his spine.

“Anyways, who even is that?” your ex asks, only noticing Levi now. You grabbed Levi’s hand in yours, eyebrows furrowed. “Oh! Meet my soon to be boyfriend who loves friend zoning me.” Levi has never gotten redder.

ASMO:

“Honey.” Asmo starts, his arm still intertwined with yours. “Do you need help?” you look at Asmo then your ex in confusion. “Hon, are you sure that’s a man? I mean, please, I can be better.” he said, mockingly looking at your ex as he grimaces.

You began to laugh, your ex getting slightly annoyed.

“If you think you can do better than me,” Asmo started, “know your place, you trash.”

BELPHIE:

You were shopping for pillows, you didn’t intend to meet your ex there. But you stumbled on an aisle where your ex was. You left Belphie by accident at a random aisle getting curious as you took items and ended up in the pillow case aisles. The knowing roll of your name of their tongue annoyed you.

It felt like a horrible twist when they began apologizing, claiming they’d never do it again. But suddenly, a familiar hand was wrapped around your ex’s neck. You never thought you’d be happier to see him. “Belphie.!” you smile warmly.

“Sometimes I question your life choices. But then I remember I was one of them.”

DIAVOLO:

Diavolo felt heartbroken when he saw your ex with you. It was a huge misunderstanding! You were at a formal human event with him (it was a super secret date) and he left to get drinks for the both of you. Your ex came up and began talking to you.

He ran up to you in a childish manner, crying. “What the hell, Mc!!?!? I can treat you better, I can give you a better life, don’t leave me!!” he sobs.

Giggling, you hold his hand. “I won’t. Anyways, meet my ex! [ex name] meet my boyfriend!”

SIMEON:

He looks at your ex like they were a disgrace given from Devildom itself. You were both on your way home to your human realm home. Ever since he became human, you decided to live together. And with him being human, he was able to feel the sins creep up onto his spine, fogging his brain. In this case, wrath and envy.

“Simeon. Snap out of it..” you began as he tightened his grip on your hand. Once he realized his anger, he smiles it off.

“Sorry. But really? Mc, please, this.. being doesn’t deserve to be in your presence.”

SOLOMON:

You and Solomon were coming back from the groceries, holding hands. Your ex snuck up on you guys and just began begging for a second chance. Solomon watches your ex with a happy expression. He felt the pride rushing through his veins, his smile widened as he watched with such malicious expression.

You were both ignoring your ex, peacefully walking home. Once they stopped and you were home, Solomon looks at you.

“I didn’t know your ex yapped like a monkey.”

LUKE:

Your ex spotted you and Luke shopping for baking tools, hand in hand. Barbatos had left you there in that aisle since he was required to get something else. “Mc!!! It’s been a year since we broke up and you went missing!! D-did you break up because you had a secret child!?!?” your ex cried as he pointed at the young angel.

Luke wasn’t pleased at the gesture and argued back: “So what if they have a child!? It’s not like it’s your business anyways!” he said, barking at him.

“Besides, you’re not worth Mc’s time anyway, come on Mc, baking can wait later!” Luke huffed, holding your hand as he led you to where Barbatos was. “No offense, but of all creatures that can walk this universe, dating that guy was extremely idiotic of you.”

[luxthestrange]

Obey me!Memes #190

Sorcerer Mc Introducing their Demon Bf while in his truest form glaring down at the sorcerers who dare to be mean to you-

[demonvibez]

Morning Surprise

Characters: Demon Brothers x GN Reader

Word Count: 2.4k+

Rating: Mature

Tags: fluff, kissing, erections, fade-to-black, suggestive

A/N: My first request back! Thought I'd go with something fun. There's no explicit smut but it is quite suggestive. Hope y'all enjoy!

Summary: Your favorite Demon Brother wakes up with you in his arms - and morning wood between his legs. What will happen next? Well...

[link to original request]

Lucifer, ever the prideful demon, can't help the smile on his face when he wakes up and looks down, only to see you safely asleep in his arms.

Ah, yes. The two of you had spent your first night together - not doing anything scandalous, just peacefully sleeping together. Although, he also couldn't help the way that smile ceased when he noticed the situation happening between his legs. He didn't notice his morning wood at first, due to the fact that you had your leg slung over him in your slumber - you were the only thing he noticed. But now a small seed of insecurity has been implanted into the back of his mind. What would you think, waking up to such an intrusion? Surely, the Avatar of Pride should be able to maintain control of himself, even his autonomic bodily functions. He wants to be nothing short of perfect in your eyes, even if that means going to extreme lengths to control the impossible. He's practically ready to get out of bed and start working on a plan forward - that is until he looks down into those sweet eyes of yours, and realizes you're awake. His moment of insecurity is fleeting, deciding that the state he's in is natural, and nothing to be ashamed or afraid of. You are his lover, after all. He leans down to steal a kiss from your lips, that cheeky smirk on his face after he pulls away.

"Good morning, my love. It seems as though you've stirred something within me," he said, before he leaned back down to start lightly nipping at your neck. You won't be making it out of his bed anytime soon, that's for sure. Quite scanadalous, indeed.

The first morning the two of you spend together, Mammon wakes up with an adorably dopey smile on his face. He's so happy to be cuddled up with his human, all cozy and warm, that he doesn't even notice the situation in his sweatpants at first. As he regains his consciousness, the feeling between his legs connecting to his brain, his eyes widen and he throws the covers off as he jumps out of the bed. You're barely even rubbing your eyes, muttering out his name in a questioning tone, when you hear the sound of your bathroom door slamming. You're wide awake now - yet so is he. Asking him questions through the door is just met with his signature brand of denial as he shouts at you to "GET BACK TO BED, STUPID HUMAN!!" You roll your eyes and grumble, opting to just go back to sleep and figure it out later. Luckily for Mammon. He doesn't need you getting the wrong idea - he's the Great Mammon after all! And no, he totally doesn't have a huge crush on you. The last thing he needs is such an awkward situation with the human he isn't crushing on.

The next time it happens though, he doesn't have quite the same reaction. You two are much closer than you were the last time, and he'll be damned if he's gonna hop out of your bed early. You wake up and he immediately steals a kiss, a blush already on his cheeks - and it doesn't take you long to figure out why. Giggles escape your lips if you ask Mammon if that gift is meant for you, which turns into full on laughter as his blush deepens and he stammers out his denials. And then, he gives you this look - an innocent lil puppy dog eye'd look with those shining gold-and-blue orbs of his. Always greedy for you, he doesn't even have to say the words. You already know what he wants.

"Treasure, please," is all you'll get from him. Which is all you need to hear, anyways. This greedy demon is eager to take anything you can give him.

Why oh why can't he just melt into the floor? At that current moment, Leviathan felt cursed. He finally got to spend the night cuddling with his Player 2, and THIS is the state he wakes up in?! He feels like the grossest lowlife to ever walk the realm. If Father could just send some lightning straight down here and take him out, he'd be oh so grateful. Because how the hell is he possibly going to deal with this?! You were currently laying on top of him, snuggling with him in his bath-bed and tangled up in his tail. The level of gymnastics needed to escape from your hold and this room far surpasses an Olympic level feat. And when he looks down at his chest to see you looking back up at him, he swears his demonic heart actually stopped. The scream emitted from his room could be heard all the way from the Demon Lord's Castle, as well as the subsequent slamming of his door. You are just left laying alone in his room in bewilderment as your ears ring.

It takes quite a bit of time for Leviathan to get over this whole incident. It actually starts to bum you out how long he's kept himself locked away in his room this time, refusing to talk or even come down for meals. His Brothers thought it was funny at first, but now that they see you upset, they take it upon themselves to chat with him. It doesn't work at first, until Mammon kicks down his door himself. Then, one by one, they stop by to chat with little success. It isn't until Lucifer stops by for an earnest pep talk that the Avatar of Envy finally comes around.

When it finally comes time to hang out again, Levi opts to pretend the whole thing never happened. Unluckily for him, it happened again. He's ready to have another mental breakdown, but you're determined to prevent that - you love him, and it's really not a big deal. You were never mad, or creeped out, it just happens. As you cradle his blushing cheeks with your lil human hands, you whisper words of reassurance to your Lord of Shadow.

"I-I-I-Uhhhh-" is all he can stammer out in reply, until you shut him up with those soft lips of yours. He'll have to write you a message later - for now, you have him pushed back into his bath-bed, ready to take the lead and conquer him like an adventure quest.

Laying in his bed with you, surrounded by his books as you sleep in his arms, Satan lies awake with his emerald eyes staring at the ceiling. This wasn't the first time he was experiencing this issue. He had read plenty about it, to the point that he knows it's an autonomic function of his body. And yet, he can't help but to feel a bit ashamed of himself, as if he had any control of it at all - as if he were gentlemanly enough to be able to stop it from happening. He's better than this - a thought that sounds eerily like the words of someone he loathes, and now he's even more irritated with himself. Ugh, how could he have not seen this as a possible outcome?! While one of his arms is wrapped around you, the other lays by his side as he grips the bed-sheet so hard that his knuckles changes shades. He needs to come up with a plan to make a quiet escape so he can go calm down. He could probably slip out of bed fairly easily, the only problem being the mountains of books creating obstacles all around his room. He knows these book piles like the back of his own hand, and yet his anger clouds his mind. He highly doubts he'd be able to make a clean escape.

Before he can start to peel the sheets back, he feels you stirring from your sleep. You look up at him to see a bright blush on his cheeks, clearly avoiding eye contact with you. With a light giggle, you ask Satan whats wrong, and he begins to rapidly apologize while info-dumping everything he's read about the subject. About two-thirds of the way through his rambles, you simply cut him off with a kiss. When you pull away, you swear you see sparkles in those sage orbs of his. You break the kiss and start to pull at the drawstrings of his pajama pants, a tiny giggle escaping your lips. A light blush coats his cheeks, and all of the poetry previously ingrained into his brain has now fled from his memories.

"Amazing," was all he could whisper, and he is most definitely talking about you. He'll have to express his gratitude when he can regather his mind, but for now, he's happy to be locked in his room with you. This is one study session he plans to be absolutely rigorous about.

Already awake, yet pretending to still be asleep, Asmo is doing his best to keep a mischievous grin off of his pretty face. He was well aware of the situation happening between his legs, and he isn't fazed by it in the least. He's the Avatar of Lust, after all, and this is his arena! And he is perfectly comfortable pressing his morning arousal into the flesh of your thigh as he continues to pretend. Of course you begin to stir, slowly waking up and taking in your surroundings, immediately taking notice of Asmodeus. Your eyes scan his sleeping form, one of your hands gently rubbing his back as you feel him press himself into your leg once more. A small gasp escapes your lips, and before you know it, his gorgeous sunset eyes are staring up at you.

You greet each other with whispered greetings and soft kisses, Asmo nuzzling your neck as he waits for you to bring up his arousal. You're a bit used to this - it's Asmodeus, after all, so none of this is really surprising. What was surprising, however, was how coy he was acting with you when you finally breached the subject. "Who, meeee~?! ♡" in that signature sing-song voice of his, as you look at him with a deadpan expression. He busts out into a fit of giggles, showering you with little kisses, before his kiss transforms into something a bit more sensual. His lips on your neck, his hands trailing your curves. You know exactly where this is going, but it's one of the many things you love about your Asmo.

"Do I even have to ask, darling~? ♡" His lips softly trail as he slides down your body, and you mentally prepare for the marathon of euphoria your lover is about to experience with you - and how it may cause you to ruin yet another set of silk sheets. Just another day being in love with the Avatar of Lust!

Now, you were quite used to snuggling up with the giant demonic teddy bear that is Beelzebub. Ever since Lucifer tried to 'punish' you by making you live with Beel temporarily, the two of you enjoyed sharing a bed and cuddling up at night. It seemed to be an average evening - you had retired with Beel to his room after dinner, ready to cozy up and drift off in his arms as the two of you watch his favorite show, Barbeque Life. What wasn't average, however, was the way in which you were awakened the following morning. See, the funny thing about sharing a bed with Beel is that you no longer need to set your own alarm clock - the roar of his rumbling stomach is more than sufficient to wake both of you up in the morning. But this morning was different. This morning, something rather stiff poked into your side, jarring you awake from your dreams.

It takes you a moment to fully wake up and realize what was happening - that Beel's other hunger could possibly be making itself known on this early Devildom morning. Although it could be nothing, it doesn't take you too long to find out. Soon enough, Beel is waking up as well, and you can tell he's certainly in a mood. With rosy cheeks and bashful eyes, he's looking at you with that same sparkle he has at the buffet line. Whatever he must have been dreaming about - and it certainly wasn't cheeseburgers - has clearly made him ravenous with lust. Always a gentleman, he takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, before kindly asking if he may proceed. He's so adorable that you answer him with a kiss, throwing your arms around his neck before he pulls you closer.

"Y'u tas- sssoooo g'd," he mumbles between kisses, as if his mouth was full, "I luv y'u s' muhh."

Beel always loves having sweets for breakfast.

Oh, Belphegor. That bratty little sloth demon. He sure does have a way of getting exactly what he wants - something that no one in this household would deny. You were starting to think he had planned this entire situation. He can control dreams after all, so it wouldn't shock you if he was creating lust-filled dreams in order to cause this to happen on purpose. One snap of his fingers and he's in the middle of a sex scene - and you can only imagine who his partner was. All so he could wake up and pester you with those pouty purple eyes of his, while he presses his hardened member into your side.

At first he feigns innocence and ignorance, wanting you to be the one to use your words to point it out - he'd do anything to get you flustered. That is, until you call him out on it - that you're sure of what he was doing in his dreams. He pouts, he whines, he blames you completely for it all - for his dream, and for his arousal. You're not really gonna make him beg are you? He'll just pretend to go back to sleep. His pouty eyes turn serious, a glint of threat glimmering in his purple orbs, and you can't help but to let out a laugh and steal a kiss. You can feel the tenseness leave his body as he melts back into your arms, getting comfortable as he returns your kiss with passion. You can feel his fangs lightly nip your bottom lip as you pull away for air, the poutiness returning to his face as he looks at you incredulously.

"Well, you're gonna help me, right?!" Turns out there's more than one way for the Avatar of Sloth to keep you in bed all day.

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[temis-de-leon]

Who's their emergency contact

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Lucifer: Mammon, his favourite brother and the one he turns to when things get serious. For the sake of his peace and sanity, there are things he'd rather keep secret from Diavolo and just for this reason he can't trust Barbatos either; telling something to the butler would only result in the prince knowing.

Mammon: you, whether you like it or not. Depending on the situation, Lucifer may leave him longer than necessary in the hospital (or wherever he's retained) and his younger brothers tend to make fun of him most of the time. If he has to face someone's wrath, please let it be yours.

Levi: Lucifer, the default option. As much as he loves and trusts you, he needs to be realistic: there are some things you cannot handle. Besides that, of course, his eldest brother is responsible when making decisions, especially if his family is involved.

Satan: Lucifer and he hates it. It used to be Asmo until he had an accident with a spell and ended up in serious trouble. When Asmo arrived he cried so hard out of worry that they had to call Lucifer, so he reluctantly changed it to save some time in the future.

Asmo: you. If something happens to him, the first person he wants to see when he wakes up is you and, if it were really serious anyway, you wouldn't go alone to get him. Plus, he'd also die of happiness under your care since he'd be receiving all your attention!

Beel: Lucifer, who he trusts the most in stressful situations. He loves Belphie with all his heart, yes, but he can't trust his twin to be awake at random times; emergencies can happen at any hour, after all.

Belphie: Beel. Does he have to explain? Besides you, there's no one in the family he trusts more than him, so it just makes sense.

You: Lucifer. Mammon tried to negotiate. He tried.

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Main Masterlist

This is so damn stupid. I promise I'm writing my normal posts, but I was watching Grey's Anatomy and it just happened. If it looks wonky, it's because I'm sleepy

Taglist: @ilovecandys2010  @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion

[bluewolfangel01]

Expanding on my last post

*In the HoL group chat*

Asmo: Has anyone seen my white jacket?! I need it for a party!

Satan: Didn't you leave it on Mc?

Asmo: Yes, but it's not on the couch and they haven't returned it, so I don't know where it is!!!

Beel: I can't find mine either.

Asmo: Lucifer!

Lucifer: Mc, would you care to explain?

Mc: Mine

Lucifer: Pardon?

Mc: You relinquished your jackets to me, therefore they are mine now. Thanks <3

Belphie: ...

Mammon: ...

Satan: ...

Asmo: Okay hun, I'll find something else then!

Mammon: Understandable have a nice day ✌️

Levi: Hope you all have back up jackets LOL

[sailor-song]

it's ridiculous, the way you make asmodeus feel. there really isn't a better word for it.

he was the avatar of lust-- he was a being made to love and be loved, to lust and be lusted over. he's experienced everything imaginable when it comes to romance and sex. he knows the feeling of two hearts beating as one while they're entangled together in the sheet of one bed. he knows what it's like to go on cute dates, to go to strip clubs where he's the centre of attention, what it's like to be absolutely adored by everyone and everything around him. it gives him a thrill like no other; it's his purpose. his hearts beat rapidly as he soaks in their love, his cheeks are flushed in excitement as he feels everyone's eyes on him and him alone, electricity runs through his veins.

all of that, and yet there's nothing like doing your make-up quietly in his room.

he loves you, he knows that. he's never been one to deny it when he loves someone-- he loves a lot of people. he loves his fans, he loves his brothers, he loves solomon, he loves the people he makes love to. but nothing has ever compared to loving you. it's soft and special--like nothing he's ever lived through before. when he's with you, it's like time slows down, and he's just him outside of his beauty and sin.

how could he not love you? he gets flustered and shy when you look at him too intensely. he loves your eyes on him just as much as he doesn't know what to do when you look. he wants to impress you with all that he is, he wants you to see why he was the jewel of the heavens before he fell. he wants you to know that there is no one more beautiful than him. but most of all, he wants you to fall in love with him like he has fallen for you.

[hyuniemyunie]

Beneath the Masks

obey me boys x gn!reader

sfw

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(ФωФ): reverse comfort.

is the fandom dead cuz😭😭😭 I MISS THESE BOYS SO MUCHHHH UGHHH. whos ur fav cuz i cant choose between mammon and asmo..(its mammon)

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The Weight of the Crown

The House of Lamentation was unnervingly still.

Normally, Lucifer’s presence was a constant force—measured footsteps in the hall, the quiet rustle of papers in his study, the occasional exasperated sigh whenever Mammon did something idiotic (again). But tonight, the silence felt heavy, pressing down on the walls like a storm waiting to break.

You found him at his desk, as expected, but something was wrong.

His usually pristine posture was absent—he was hunched over, elbows on the desk, head resting in one hand. The other gripped a glass of Demonus, but he hadn’t even taken a sip. His brows were furrowed, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion. The candlelight flickered against the sharp angles of his face, making the tired lines around his eyes more pronounced.

Lucifer was rarely unguarded. Even in moments of quiet, he held himself like a statue carved from obsidian—elegant, untouchable. But right now?

Right now, he looked tired.

"Lucifer."

He didn’t react immediately, only inhaling sharply through his nose before straightening, his usual mask slipping back into place as if it had never cracked.

"You should be in bed." His voice was smooth, steady. But there was something strained beneath it.

"So should you." You stepped closer, resting a hand on his shoulder. He tensed—just for a second—before exhaling and leaning ever so slightly into your touch.

"There’s still work to be done."

"Lucifer." Your fingers brushed against the back of his neck, gentle. "You say that every night."

His silence spoke louder than any excuse.

Carefully, you reached down and took the glass from his hand, setting it aside. He didn’t resist, just watched you with those sharp crimson eyes, searching.

"What happened?" you asked softly.

He sighed, tilting his head back slightly. The shadows under his eyes were deeper than usual.

"Diavolo has entrusted me with another task. A delicate one. And my brothers…" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "…continue to be themselves."

You almost smiled. Almost. But the weariness in his voice was enough to keep your expression soft.

"You don’t have to do everything alone, you know."

"Yes, I do." His answer was immediate.

"No, you don’t," you countered, shifting to kneel beside his chair so you could look up at him properly.

Lucifer’s gaze flickered.

"Who else will?"

That was the heart of it, wasn’t it?

For thousands of years, Lucifer had been the protector. The eldest. The one who took the fall, who bore the punishment, who carried every burden so his brothers wouldn’t have to. It was ingrained into him, a duty written into his very bones.

But even the strongest pillars cracked under too much weight.

"You don’t trust anyone else to help." Your voice was gentle, not accusing, just understanding.

Lucifer sighed again, closing his eyes. "It is not a matter of trust. It is simply reality."

You hesitated before reaching out, taking his hand in yours. His fingers were tense, cold from exhaustion, but he didn’t pull away.

"Then let me be part of that reality."

His eyes opened, startled. You squeezed his hand.

"You carry so much, Lucifer. Too much. You hold up the Devildom, the House of Lamentation, your brothers. But who holds you?"

Lucifer didn’t answer. He just stared at you, something unreadable in his expression.

"Let me be that person," you whispered. "Even just for tonight."

Something in him broke.

Not in a dramatic way. Not in some grand display of emotion. But in the way his shoulders slumped just a little, in the way his fingers slowly curled around yours, gripping you like a lifeline.

"You are too good to me," he murmured.

"You deserve it," you countered.

Lucifer exhaled, a slow release of tension, and for once, he let you guide him. You tugged him gently up from his chair, leading him away from his desk. He hesitated, casting one last glance at his unfinished work, but ultimately followed as you pulled him toward his bed.

He sat at the edge, and you stood between his knees, running your fingers through his hair. He melted under your touch, leaning into it without resistance.

"Close your eyes," you murmured.

Lucifer obeyed.

For a long moment, you just stood there, combing your fingers through his dark locks, letting the weight of the day slip away from him. His breathing steadied, and the tension in his body slowly eased.

"Stay," he murmured, barely above a whisper.

"Always."

And that night, for once, Lucifer let himself rest.

Golden, Even in the Dark

The first sign that something was wrong was the eerie silence.

Mammon wasn’t yelling about some new scheme. He wasn’t bragging about his latest purchase or complaining about his brothers. He wasn’t even trying to drag you into some get-rich-quick plan.

He was quiet.

Too quiet.

When you found him in his room, he was sitting on the floor, leaning against his bed with his knees pulled up, staring at the wall. His D.D.D. lay forgotten beside him, the screen dim. His usual cocky smirk was nowhere to be seen.

This wasn’t his normal sulking after losing a bet or getting scolded by Lucifer. This was different.

"Mammon?"

He flinched slightly at your voice but didn’t look up.

You didn’t wait for an invitation. Instead, you sat beside him, close enough that your knees brushed. He stiffened for a second before sighing, running a hand down his face.

"You shouldn’t be here," he muttered. "Ain’t exactly good company right now."

You bumped your shoulder against his. "Too bad. I like your company."

Mammon let out a humorless laugh.

"Yeah? Well, you’re probably the only one."

That was what made your stomach twist. The way he said it—flat, resigned, like he truly believed it.

You stayed quiet, giving him space to talk.

It took him a moment, but eventually, he sighed again, running a hand through his messy white hair.

"I just... I dunno." His voice was quieter than usual. "Some days, it just feels like—like everyone’s right about me."

Your chest tightened.

"What do you mean?"

He scoffed. "C’mon, ya know what I mean. I screw up all the time. I owe Grimm to half of the Devildom. I mess up every job I get. No one takes me seriously, and maybe they shouldn’t."

His hands clenched into fists.

"I get called a scumbag so much it’s startin’ to sound like my damn name."

You reached out, gently prying one of his fists open to hold his hand. His fingers twitched but didn’t pull away.

"Mammon." Your voice was soft but firm. "You are not a scumbag."

He let out another bitter laugh. "Ya don’t gotta say that just ‘cause you’re my partner."

"I’m not just saying it. I mean it." You squeezed his hand. "You mess up sometimes. So what? That doesn’t make you bad. That makes you human. Well… demon. But you know what I mean."

His lips twitched, just barely, before he sighed again, rubbing at his eyes like he was trying to wipe away thoughts he didn’t want to have.

"It’s just…" His voice wavered. "Sometimes, I think—what if I really ain’t good for nothin’? What if they’re all right?"

That was it. That was the thought eating away at him.

Without thinking, you moved, shifting so you were right in front of him. He blinked at you, startled, as you took his face in your hands.

"Mammon. Look at me."

He hesitated but obeyed, his eyes flickering with something vulnerable.

"You are not worthless. Not even close. Do you know what I see when I look at you?"

His throat bobbed. "…A greedy idiot?"

You flicked his forehead lightly. "No, dummy." You gave him a soft smile. "I see someone who cares. Who loves his family even when they’re mean to him. Who protects the people he loves even when he’s scared. I see the Mammon who makes me laugh when I feel awful. The Mammon who gave me his jacket when I was cold, even though he pretended it was ‘just ‘cause I looked pathetic.’"

His ears went red. "Oi—!"

"I see the Mammon who would give me the last bite of his favorite food if I asked."

"Tch, yeah, ‘cause you steal it from my plate."

"And yet, you never stop me."

Mammon grumbled something under his breath, but his shoulders relaxed a little. His fingers squeezed yours back.

"You’re a lot of things, Mammon. Stubborn. Loud. Sometimes reckless. But you are not worthless. And I don’t ever want to hear you say that again, got it?"

His eyes searched yours like he wanted to believe you, but something was still holding him back.

So, you leaned in, pressing your forehead against his.

"I love you," you whispered. "You. Not some perfect version of you. Just you. The greedy, dramatic, ridiculous, caring, golden-hearted dude that I fell for."

Mammon sucked in a sharp breath.

And then, to your surprise, he collapsed against you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buried his face in your shoulder. You felt the way his breathing hitched, the way his fingers clutched at your back like he was scared you’d disappear if he let go.

You hugged him just as tightly.

"You really mean that?" His voice was so quiet it nearly broke your heart.

"With everything I’ve got."

He didn’t respond right away. But after a moment, you felt him nod against your shoulder.

"…Okay."

It wasn’t a grand declaration, but you knew what it meant.

So you just held him, letting the silence settle, warm and comfortable.

Eventually, you felt him shift, mumbling into your hair, "You… You ain’t gonna let go yet, right?"

You smiled, squeezing him tighter.

"Not a chance."

Glitches in the System

Something was wrong.

You knew it the second you stepped into Leviathan’s room. The usual comforting glow of his multiple screens flickered erratically, casting strange shadows across the mess of figurines, manga stacks, and game cases scattered around. But the most unsettling thing?

Levi was silent.

No muttering about some new event in Mythic Devildom, no complaints about normies ruining a franchise, no excited rambling about an upcoming gacha banner. Just… silence.

Your stomach twisted.

He was at his desk, hunched over with his back to you, but he wasn’t playing anything. His keyboard was untouched. His headphones hung around his neck, blinking like they’d been disconnected mid-game.

"Levi?"

He tensed, fingers curling into his sleeves. "Go away."

Your heart sank.

"Not happening." You stepped closer, hesitating only slightly before reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder.

He flinched.

"I said—!" He spun around, eyes burning with frustration—until they landed on you. His glare faltered, flickering into something more uncertain.

You took that as a win and pulled over a chair, sitting beside him.

"Want to tell me what happened?"

Levi scoffed, dropping his gaze. "Tch. Like you care."

Your chest ached.

"I do care, Levi. That’s why I’m here."

He hugged himself, pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands, a defensive habit you knew all too well.

"It's stupid," he muttered.

"If it’s making you feel like this, it’s not stupid."

He inhaled sharply but still wouldn't look at you.

"…I lost," he finally said.

You blinked. "Lost?"

"Yeah." His voice was bitter. "I was in this tournament—one of the biggest ones for my game. I practiced for weeks. I barely slept, barely did anything else, and I still—" He cut himself off, gripping his arms tighter. "I lost. And everyone saw. Everyone in the chat was laughing, calling me a failure, saying I was all talk. And maybe they’re right."

Your heart broke.

"Levi."

"No—!" He shot up suddenly, knocking his chair back. He started pacing, his movements frantic. "They are right! I am a failure! I call myself a pro gamer, but what kind of pro gamer loses like that?! It wasn’t even close! I embarrassed myself in front of thousands of people! I—I—" His voice cracked.

Then, suddenly, he stopped, shoulders shaking. His breath came in short, sharp gasps. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.

You realized with a jolt—he wasn’t just upset. He was panicking.

You moved without thinking, stepping right in front of him.

"Levi, look at me."

He shook his head violently.

"Levi."

Nothing. He was spiraling, lost in his own thoughts, drowning. You hesitated only a moment before cupping his face gently, forcing him to focus on you.

His wide eyes locked onto yours, pupils blown out in distress. His breathing was ragged, his whole body trembling.

"Breathe with me," you murmured. "Okay? In—" You inhaled deeply, exaggerating it. "—and out."

His breath hitched, but he followed, shaky and uneven.

"Again," you urged.

Another breath. This one a little steadier.

And another.

And another.

Slowly, the tension drained from his body. His fists loosened, his breathing evened out.

And then—he collapsed against you.

You barely had time to react before his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a desperate, shaking hug. His face buried itself in your shoulder, and you felt a dampness against your shirt.

"I—I tried so hard," he whispered, voice raw. "And I still wasn’t good enough."

You held him tighter. "Levi, you are more than a game. More than a tournament. Losing doesn’t make you a failure."

His grip tightened. "Then why does it feel like it?"

You exhaled softly, running your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp the way you knew soothed him.

"Because you care. Because you put everything into the things you love. That’s not a weakness, Levi—that’s passion."

He shuddered against you.

"But they—everyone in the chat—"

"They don’t matter. They’re just voices in the void. I’m real. Your brothers are real. And we all love you no matter what."

He let out a broken noise, gripping you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground.

You held him through it, letting him feel everything he needed to feel.

Minutes passed. Eventually, his breathing steadied, and his hands wrapped loosely around your wrist—a quiet, instinctual gesture of comfort.

"You’re really not gonna leave, huh?" His voice was hoarse but teasing.

You smiled against his hair. "Not a chance, Leviathan."

He sniffled. "Tch. Normie."

But his arms never let go.

Tears in the Pages

The library was quiet, as it usually was in the late hours. But tonight, there was a noticeable absence of the usual rustling of pages, the low murmurs of Satan reading, lost in a novel or some new research.

Instead, there was just silence, thick and heavy.

You found him curled in the corner of the library, a worn book resting untouched in his lap. The soft glow of the candlelight flickered against his pale skin, but his usual sharp gaze was nowhere to be found. His eyes were staring blankly at the floor, distant, lost in a sea of thoughts that you could almost feel pressing down on him.

"Satan?"

His head lifted slowly, and you saw the faint traces of exhaustion and something deeper—something you hadn’t seen in a while. Vulnerability.

"I didn't hear you come in." His voice was softer than usual, quieter, almost subdued.

You hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting beside him. The familiar scent of old books and the warmth of the fire were comforting, but the coldness in his posture was anything but.

"Satan, what’s going on?"

His eyes flickered, briefly meeting yours, before he turned away again, like he couldn’t bear to hold your gaze. "It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it."

You knew that tone. It was the same one he used when he didn’t want to be a burden, when he wanted to keep whatever was bothering him locked away. But Satan was many things—sharp, confident, clever—but the one thing he wasn’t good at was hiding his true feelings from you.

"It’s not nothing," you said gently, your hand reaching out to rest on his.

He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t speak either.

"You can’t keep it all inside," you continued. "Whatever it is, I want to help."

Satan’s fingers twitched beneath yours, and for a long moment, he stayed silent, as though he was debating whether or not to speak. His chest rose and fell with a deep, almost imperceptible sigh.

"I’ve been...thinking about something." He finally spoke, his voice strained. "Something from a long time ago. Something I thought I had dealt with."

You leaned in slightly, concern creasing your brow. "What is it, Satan?"

He closed his eyes for a moment, his lips pressing together in a thin line, before he spoke again, his words quiet, almost fragile.

"The truth about my origins. The things that… were done to me before I became who I am."

You blinked, taken aback. Satan rarely spoke about his past, about the early years of his existence, before he was the commanding and intellectual demon you knew so well. It was always a sensitive topic, one he tried to avoid, but now it was spilling out, the weight of it too much for him to carry alone.

You placed your hand gently on his shoulder, offering silent support. "You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready, but I’m here for you."

He let out a bitter laugh, though it held no mirth. "It’s not about being ready. It’s just that…" He hesitated, his voice almost breaking. "I’ve spent so much time focusing on proving myself. On showing that I’m not what they made me, but…" His voice trailed off, and you could feel the tension radiating from him.

"But what, Satan?"

He swallowed, his jaw tightening. "But I’m still afraid. Afraid that, despite everything I’ve done, I’ll always be... that thing."

You didn’t hesitate. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. His body stiffened at first, as if he wasn’t sure how to react, but then, slowly, he relaxed, melting into your warmth.

"You are not that thing," you whispered firmly, your voice strong, unwavering. "You’re Satan. The demon who’s fought so hard for everything he has, for the person he is. None of that changes, not because of your past. Not because of anything."

He buried his face into your shoulder, his grip tightening around you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt the weight of his walls coming down.

"But what if I’m not good enough?" His voice was muffled against you, raw with emotion. "What if I’ve ruined everything by trying to be something I’m not?"

You pulled back just enough to cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you, to see the sincerity in your eyes.

"You’re more than enough," you said, your voice steady, full of conviction. "You’ve always been enough."

Satan’s eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the two of you were locked in that quiet space—where only truth mattered. Slowly, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

"Thank you," he whispered. "I’ve always been afraid of being a disappointment. To you, to my brothers, to myself."

You kissed his forehead softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. "You could never be a disappointment. You’re perfect to me, just as you are."

For a long while, neither of you moved. Satan was still, his body language soft and open, and you could feel the way the heaviness in his chest had lightened just a little.

And for the first time in a long while, you both allowed yourselves to just be.

"Stay with me?" he asked, his voice quieter now, less burdened.

"Always," you replied, pulling him close once more, never wanting him to feel alone again.

A Night of Roses and Reassurance

The House of Lamentation was unusually quiet. The kind of quiet that felt wrong, like something was missing. You didn’t even have to check your phone to know—Asmo hadn't messaged you all day. No excited texts about the latest Majolish trends, no voice notes gushing about his new skincare routine, not even a single selfie.

Something was wrong.

You found him curled up in his room, hidden beneath a sea of silk sheets, his usual scent of roses and vanilla barely noticeable under the weight of something bitter. He didn't look up when you entered, which was an immediate red flag. Asmo always acknowledged you, always made a show of greeting you, even if he was in the middle of a dramatic episode about a chipped nail.

But not this time.

You approached slowly, sitting on the edge of his bed. The mattress dipped, and Asmo stirred just enough to peek at you with tired, dull eyes. His makeup was smudged—something he’d never allow in normal circumstances.

"Hey, sweetheart," you said gently, brushing a strand of soft champagne-colored hair from his face. "Rough day?"

Asmo let out a heavy sigh, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. His lips trembled slightly before he spoke.

"It was awful."

You didn’t rush him. Instead, you took his hand, rubbing slow, soothing circles into his palm, waiting for him to continue.

"Everyone was so… so mean today." His voice wobbled, and your heart clenched. "I know people call me shallow, but today it felt different. I overheard some demons talking about me—saying I was nothing but an airheaded flirt, that I don't really matter beyond being pretty. Like I'm some… disposable accessory."

His fingers tightened around yours as he whispered, "I know I shouldn't care what lesser demons think, but I do. And I hate that I do."

You didn't hesitate.

"Asmo," you murmured, shifting closer, your free hand cradling his cheek. He leaned into the warmth, his eyes squeezing shut like he wanted to block out the world.

"Listen to me. You are not shallow. You are not just ‘pretty.’ You are the most radiant, kind, loving person I’ve ever met. You make people feel seen. You make me feel seen. And anyone who reduces you to just your looks is too blind to recognize the heart behind them."

Asmo let out a shaky breath, his lower lip quivering.

"But what if they're right? What if I am just—"

"They're not." Your voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "Do you think I love you because of your looks?"

His eyes fluttered open, glistening with unshed tears.

"...I mean, it helps," he tried to joke, but his voice cracked. You huffed out a small laugh before cupping both of his cheeks, thumbs stroking his skin.

"I love you because you're you, Asmo. Because you're the one who remembers how I take my tea. Because you send me cute messages just to make me smile. Because you give the best hugs, even when you're the one who needs them."

His breath hitched.

"Because you care so much it hurts. Because you have so much love in your heart, you don’t even know what to do with it. And because I—" you leaned in, pressing your forehead against his, "—would be lost without you."

A single tear slipped down his cheek. You wiped it away before he could, and that was all it took for the dam to break.

Asmo let out a choked sob and threw his arms around you, clinging to you like you were the only thing keeping him together. You held him just as tightly, rubbing his back as his body trembled against yours.

"I hate feeling like this," he admitted, voice muffled against your shoulder.

"I know, baby," you whispered, pressing a kiss into his hair. "But you're allowed to feel like this. You don't always have to be perfect."

He let out a wet laugh. "That’s funny coming from you, my little perfectionist."

You snorted, giving his side a playful squeeze. "Says the demon who takes an hour to pick a lip gloss."

"Excuse you, that’s a crucial life decision." His voice was still thick with emotion, but a little bit of his usual spark was returning. You smiled.

"How about this? We do a little self-care night. Just us. No outside world, no mean demons, just cozy blankets, snacks, and pampering. You can rant all you want, and I'll be here to listen. Sound good?"

Asmo sniffled, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "You really mean it?"

You booped his nose. "Of course, silly. I’d do anything for you."

He let out a watery giggle before pouting dramatically. "Ugh, you're too sweet. It's so unfair. How am I supposed to stay miserable when you're this cute?"

You grinned. "That's the point."

Asmo exhaled deeply, his body finally relaxing. "Okay, okay, you win. But only if we do facemasks. And you let me paint your nails."

"Deal."

And as you pulled him into another warm embrace, feeling his heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm, you knew—no matter how bad his day had been, he would always have you to make it better.

The Weight of the World

Beelzebub had always been a rock—unshakable, steadfast, and incredibly reliable. But tonight, something was different.

You found him in the kitchen, standing in front of the fridge, staring at the vast array of food with a look of emptiness in his eyes. It wasn’t like him to be lost in thought like this, especially when food was involved.

“Beel?”

He didn’t respond right away, his hand still resting on the fridge door. He was so still, you could almost believe he wasn’t even breathing.

You stepped closer, quietly, making your way around the kitchen island to where he stood.

“Beel, talk to me.”

He let out a long sigh, closing the fridge door gently and leaning against it, his broad shoulders sagging under an invisible weight. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t been sleeping much, or maybe he had been sleeping too much, trying to escape whatever was weighing on his mind.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, but even you could tell that was far from the truth.

You didn’t let him hide this time. Gently, you reached out and placed a hand on his arm, your touch warm and grounding. “Beel, I can tell something’s wrong.”

His lips parted, but no words came out at first. Instead, he rubbed the back of his neck, a familiar nervous habit of his.

“I don’t know why I’m feeling this way,” he confessed, his voice heavy. “I’ve been so tired, and no matter how much I eat or how much I rest, it’s like there’s something missing. Like I can’t shake it off. It’s...”

He trailed off, his words stuck in his throat. You could see the turmoil in his eyes.

You stepped closer, closing the space between you, and took his hands in yours. “It’s okay. Whatever it is, you don’t have to carry it by yourself. I’m here for you.”

For a long moment, he just stood there, his grip tight on your hands as though he were afraid to let go. Then, finally, he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ve been so focused on making sure everyone else is okay... but I haven’t been okay. And it feels like I’m failing.”

You blinked, surprised. “Failing? Beel, you’re one of the strongest people I know. You’re always there for your brothers, always looking out for them. You don’t fail.”

Beel’s shoulders slumped further, and he shook his head slowly. “It’s not just them... it’s me. I... I feel like I’m always just... eating to fill something up. It’s like I’m stuck in a loop. I don’t know how to stop, and I don’t know what else to do.”

You could feel the weight of his words sink into you, the pain of struggling with something so deeply personal and self-destructive. You took a deep breath, squeezing his hands.

“Beel, you don’t need to do this alone. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

He didn’t answer right away, but he finally let go of your hands to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His chest was warm, but his grip was shaky, as if he needed this more than anything right now.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice muffled against your shoulder. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, and I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.”

You hugged him back, tightening your hold. “You won’t hurt me, Beel. You never could. And I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you, okay? Whatever you need, I’m here to help.”

He stayed like that for a long time, his face buried in your shoulder, his body heavy against you. But little by little, you felt his tension start to ease. The weight he’d been carrying slowly seemed to lift, just by being here with you.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Beel murmured quietly, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were still a little tired, but there was a softness there now, a sense of relief.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you replied with a gentle smile, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “We’ll get through this together. One step at a time.”

Beel gave a small, thankful smile before pulling you back into his arms. This time, there was no tension, just a quiet comfort in knowing you were there for each other.

And as the night wore on, you stayed by his side, letting him rest, letting him be, while you both found the strength to face whatever came next—together.

Whispers in the Dark

The lights in the attic were dim, only the moonlight filtering through the small window to cast soft shadows across the room. You had been looking for Belphegor for a while now, knowing he’d been unusually quiet. Normally, he'd be lounging around or teasing his brothers, but tonight, the silence was unnerving.

Finally, you found him curled up on the couch, his head resting against a pile of pillows. His eyes were closed, but there was something about his stillness that made you uneasy. Normally, he was playful, sleepy, maybe a little too sarcastic, but tonight, he was just... absent.

You stepped closer, your voice quiet but gentle. "Belphie?"

He didn’t stir, not immediately, but you could see his shoulders shift slightly, as though he was aware of your presence but didn’t want to face you.

You sat down next to him, your gaze soft, watching him closely. It wasn’t like him to shut himself off like this.

"You’ve been quiet." Your voice was a little hesitant, knowing how he sometimes liked to keep to himself when he was upset. "What’s going on?"

Belphegor finally opened his eyes, slowly blinking at the ceiling, as though he didn’t have the energy to move. "It’s nothing."

You knew that wasn’t true. Belphie had a tendency to keep his feelings locked away, but you also knew that he didn’t want to talk about things he couldn’t fix. You reached out and gently placed your hand on his, resting against his side, silently offering your presence.

"It’s not nothing," you said softly, watching the way he stiffened for just a moment before his hand relaxed against yours.

He sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that seemed to carry the weight of his frustration. "I’ve been... feeling like I’m not good enough. Like I don’t belong. I thought maybe, if I stayed away, it would pass, but it’s not going away. It’s just..." He trailed off, his words barely a whisper. "I don’t know what to do."

Belphie never liked feeling like he was a burden, and the weight of those emotions was evident in his voice. He didn’t need to say it, but you could hear how much he was struggling, how isolated he felt in the midst of everything.

You leaned in closer, your voice gentle but firm. "Belphie, listen to me. You don’t have to carry everything alone. You’re not a burden, and you do belong. You’re a part of this family, and you’re important to me."

He shifted, his gaze meeting yours, and you could see the conflict in his eyes—the part of him that wanted to believe you but the other part that still felt unworthy.

"I just don’t feel like I can do anything right," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "I’ve been so... tired of everything. It’s like I’m stuck, and no matter how much I sleep, I’m still exhausted, still empty."

You brushed your thumb across the back of his hand, your touch soothing, trying to ground him. "You don’t have to do everything by yourself, Belphie. It’s okay to feel this way. You’re allowed to have bad days, to feel lost sometimes. But you don’t have to stay there."

He turned his head toward you, his eyes softening as he studied your face. Slowly, he lifted his hand to your cheek, his fingers gently brushing against your skin. "I hate feeling like this," he admitted, his voice quiet but vulnerable. "But... I’m glad you’re here."

You smiled softly, moving closer until you were right next to him. You pulled him into a gentle hug, wrapping your arms around him, offering the comfort he didn’t know how to ask for.

"I’ll always be here, Belphie. You don’t ever have to face this alone," you whispered into his hair, your heart swelling with the desire to make him feel safe. "I’ll help you carry it, okay?"

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. But you felt his grip tighten around you, his body slowly relaxing in your embrace.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder. "I don’t deserve you..."

"Yes, you do," you whispered back, holding him a little tighter. "You deserve all the love in the world, Belphie. And I’m going to make sure you always feel that."

Slowly, the tension in his body began to ease. He rested his head against you, his breathing steadying as he allowed himself a rare moment of peace.

And for that moment, the world outside felt far away. It was just you and him, holding each other close in the quiet, letting the weight of everything else drift away.

[ashomodeus]

I have officially pushed myself into an overthinking fit about how none of my ideas are good enough. What the hell. Also, I am still working long days, and I caught something that made me feel like crap all week. What the freak. Here’s some basic crap ;-; while I recover and hopefully work eases up.

Kinky things the brothers do or just want to do

Let me know if you want a pt2 with the others.

These are my personal takes. Take em or leave em. (Jk ily pls don’t leave)

Thank you, Beyonce.

Cw: Gn!Mc, bad grammar, kinks

Part 2 ft. The Dateables, Raphael, Mephisto, and Thirteen

Lucifer

♡ Exibitionism

~ Pounding into Mc while an audience watches. Mc trying to hide their face but Lucifer holding their arms back.

~ Probably makes a lot of sex tapes with Mc. If a demon looks at Mc for even a second too long Lucifer might set that demon aside and play one of those videos. “You would never be able to make them feel like this. Pathetic for even thinking that.”

~ There isn’t a place Lucifer wouldn’t fuck Mc. If Mc is more of a shy person, he would find other ways to make sure people knew how well he treats Mc. Hickies. Marking. Vibrating toys.

~ After Mc and him hooked up the first time. It’s an addiction. He’s the type of demon to show not tell. Actions are louder than words… but not as loud as Mc. He needs them to be vocal.

Mammon

♡ Edging / Overstimulation.

~It’s both parties not just him. He’s the avatar of greed he wants everything he wants the moment to last.

~At first, he was insecure with how quickly he came but he realized it could have its benefits. The way he NEEDS more. The adrenaline. The strokes that have him close to just spilling.

~When it was Mc’s turn, he loved how red their faced turned. How desperate they are. How their hips tried to rock to be able to cum. How Mammon holds their hips down to make sure he was in full control. He was infatuated with how badly Mc wanted him.

~There’s the other side to things where overstimulation comes into play. Where he wants to make sure they are both dry. Where their bodies shake with how intense they feel.

~Mammon feels so accomplished if Mc turns into this empty-headed mess so close to finishing for a second, third, fourth, fifth, ect…

Levi

♡ Cucking

~ Now hear him out. He would love to watch Mc get pleased by other people. To see them get railed by others. It’s mental torture for him. As his pants get tight watch Mc get filled, he wishes he was the one making Mc feel that good.

~ Oh wait he can. It’s more of a warm up for Mc. When he watches someone else, please Mc he takes notes. Once the two are alone he does everything that was done but better.

~ This let’s Mc knows they could be with anyone but the only one they would truly be thinking about is him.

~ He will always make Mc tell him about how much better he is even if all Mc can do is moan. Cucking makes his insecurities vanish. No one can be good as him. He will always be there to finish the job.

Asmo

♡ Experimentalism

~ This demon has done everything under the sun but not with Mc. He wants to experience everything with Mc.

~ Everyday there’s something new.

~ Asmo would love to combine new and old things. He just loves the beauty of “If this one doesn’t work these two definitely will.

~He loves to pull Mc aside and tell them what they are doing tonight. What to bring, what to wear, what they should and shouldn’t do.

~ He loves making Mc explain their fantasy just so he can surprise them with the exact situation the same night.

Satan

♡ Bondage

~ He would love to tie Mc up and just have his way with them.

~ He always have something for Mc to be bound by. His favorite is actually a ball gag. The drool that come out of Mc’s mouth as they moan through the gag.

~ Satan always looks at new ways to restraint Mc. He doesn’t like bondage for the torture aspects. He enjoys being able to please Mc as many times as he likes. He likes being able to focus on parts of Mc intently.

~ He wants Mc as his personal fuck toy.

Beel

♡ Food play- SIKE Cunnilingus(I mean ofc)- SIKE Play fighting

~ He loves to play fight with Mc. He goes easy on them but he loves the sweat that builds up. The breathlessness that it causes.

~ Beel loves to pin Mc’s arms over their head. He admires all of their body so he can devour it once he wins. He loves all the positions he can put Mc before they even take their clothes off.

~ He loves how close he is to them. The first time he play fought with Mc. He had to hide his massive erection due to Mc moaning while fighting.

~ Sometimes he “accidentally” lifts up clothing of Mc or even his own. The more contact the better.

Belphie

♡ Starfish

~ On days Belphie feels extremely tired he would love for Mc to get on top of him and fuck him.

~ He just lays there in bed as Mc uses him. He loves to feel them bounce on his hard cock. The only active thing about him is the blood rushing towards his cock.

~ It’s surprising but he would reciprocate the exact same thing if Mc were in his position. Having someone else in control while he relaxes just feels amazing.

~ He would love to surprise Mc after a long day of classes. Them just lying down and Belphie making sure they are taken care of. Making sure they don’t move a muscle. Only the muscles that will help them cum.

[slutifer]

Solomon: mc isn’t feeling well, so how ‘bout i take over their cooking duty tonight?

Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

So this is a dumb little headcanon I thought of in the middle of the night since I was thinking about how in NB they never really showed why Lucifer was okay with MC keeping the Ring of Light even if he didn't know about what happened in OM sooo...

GN!MC

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

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in Nightbringer

Lucifer: MC, why do you have my ring?

MC: Because like- wait.. why do I gotta explain this to you? It's a long story and that's that.

Lucifer: Well thank you for keeping my ring with you. Now give it back.

MC: Give it back? What do you mean?

Lucifer: Give me back my ring.

MC: But I found it. Me.

Lucifer: And? That doesn't change the fact that it's mine.

MC: Y'know, Lucifer. Finders keepers.

Lucifer: MC, I'm not going down that rabbit hole. Give. Me. Back. My. Ring. Now.

MC pondered deeply before a smirk appeared on their face. They took off the ring and extended their hand as if to give it to Lucifer.

MC: Here. Take it.

But as soon as Lucifer reached to take the ring MC pulled it back to themselves.

MC: But you might wanna know that I washed it with holy water this morning. And I'd say it's still a bit humid.

Lucifer's eyes widened for a subtle second, MC could catch a glimpse of anger in his expression. The demon took a few steps back, knowing how dangerous holy water is for him. After that he pinched his temple and left.

MC had a big ass grin on their face

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Later when MC is back to the original timeline

MC telling the brothers about the encounter with Lucifer involving the Ring of Light

Asmo: And so? What happened?

MC: Well.. have you guys ever seen Lucifer run?

Mammon: Run? Like outta fear?

MC: Yeah he was running for his life.

Lucifer: sighing MC you're likely exaggerating.

MC: raising their shoulders I wouldn't say that. You seemed pretty horrified to me.

[xxhexwolfxx]

Figured on behalf of the new OM game being developed, what would be the moment that any of the brothers look at reader and said to themselves: "Yep... I'm going to marry this person."

𝓞𝓫𝓮𝔂 𝓜𝓮 𝓗𝓒𝓼

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy! <3

DISCLAIMER: GN!Reader. No mentions of gender. Not proofread.

WARNINGS: None. Just pure fluff.

CHARACTERS: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, and Belphegor.

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Lucifer:

 Lucifer never thought about marriage even when he got with you. Usually he’s too busy or just too tired to even think about proposing. It wasn’t because he didn’t think he would never marry you, it was just because he was extremely tired. That all changed one day when he developed a sickness. Low fever but it was obviously affecting him greatly. You immediately noticed, forcing him back to bed. During the entire day you stayed with him, even when the others wanted your attention. Cuddles, soup, and lots of water was given to Lucifer. During one of your cuddling sessions, you were asleep as he was looking at you. He was silently appreciating you, even thinking about your guys’ future. Right at this moment does he think, “I’m going to marry this person.”. 

Mammon:

There have been many different times Mammon actually thought about marriage. Usually, it ends with him just being so flustered he can’t look at you. There was this one particular day that really made it known Mammon wanted to marry you. Mammon got caught trying to scheme to make money, you weren’t part of it, but you were part of the punishment. Lucifer, who had enough of Mammon’s shit, decided to actually punish Mammon. There was taking his card away which Mammon was used to, but he didn’t expect being told that he couldn’t see you for an entire week. It was really hard on him, wanting to just be with you anytime he could. One night when he was laying alone in his bed, he heard his door open, and someone walk in. Thinking it was Lucifer checking on him, he turns around but is met with you. At first, he freaked out, thinking you could get in trouble before calming down when you joined him on the bed. After hours and hours of talking and giggling quietly with each other, you fell asleep. Mammon was already thinking of what ring he would get you.

Leviathan:

Levi never really thought about marrying you. Not because he didn’t want to marry you, no he really would love to call you, his spouse. It was because of his intense self-hatred. He would think of how you would leave him at the altar or maybe even someone would object, and you’d leave. Of course, you really wouldn’t but his anxiety got the best of him sometimes. One day his anxiety was the worst that it has been in a long time. Intrusive thoughts wracked his brain about how you didn’t actually love him and how you probably just spend time with him because you feel bad. After just an hour of him hiding away in his tub, his door opens with a soft voice asking if he was okay. He didn’t even look at you, which shows how bad he was today. You did what you knew would help him. You went inside his room and just laid down in the tub with him. It was quiet but it seemed like it was helping Levi a lot. After about a minute a soft thank you came from him as he looked at you and finally calmed down. During this moment he knew he was going to marry you, his anxiety be damned. 

Asmodeus:

Asmo knew from the start that you guys would get married. Compared to the others, he would let it be known. He adores you and you adore him so it’s natural he would be thinking of marriage. The thing that really pushed him into thinking about marriage was the day he was utterly and unfortunately upset. A famous magazine had canceled on him, telling Asmo they found a better option. It was unprofessional and quite frankly rude of them in Asmo’s mind. He moped and posted about it everywhere on social media. His fans defended Asmo but he still was upset. Until you came along. You saw his posts and knew a self-care night was in order. After some skin care and a pedicure, you decided to run a hot bath for the two of you. It was full of bubbles and some nice smelling candles were lit on the sides. As you two sat there with each other, talking just about anything. He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you would be at the altar with him. 

Satan:

Satan sometimes, if very rarely thought of marriage. He would rather just spend time in the moment, and if the time comes then it comes. Satan prefers spending time with you when he can instead of thinking about what could happen in the future. Sometimes he does think about it though, especially when you do something like you did one day. He was hanging around the area that typically has the most cats. This time he noticed one of them didn’t look right and was limping. So he did what any cat lover would do. He brought it home and snuck it to your room. Satan couldn’t bring it to his room since Lucifer would immediately know. As you two took care of the little thing, he couldn’t help but think about your guys’ future. This is what he would want. You as his spouse while taking care of all the cats you’d adopted. Maybe after you two put the cat somewhere it can be comfortable did, he start looking for rings. 

Beelzebub:

Beel knew he would marry you when you cooked him a full spread dinner one night when he was suffering with thoughts of Lilith. It was just a given, especially with how you sat with him after in silence. There was another day that really pushed him into thinking of how the wedding would be. One night when Belphie was sleeping elsewhere, he couldn’t sleep. His mind was just full of Lilith. At first, he thought of going to see you, but he decided he couldn’t bother you when you looked so tired today. As he was about to turn onto his side to try and sleep, his door opened up and your soft voice filled the room about how Belphie got you because he felt Beel having a nightmare. At first, he was going to say he was fine, but the words couldn’t come out. Before he could even stop it, sobs escaped him. Immediately you wrapped your arms around him as he clung desperately to you. After what felt like hours, he finally calmed down. As you were gently talking to him and running your hand through his hair, he finally felt safe enough to sleep. Before he fully fell into his deep slumber, he thought of how he definitely was going to marry you. 

Belphegor:

Belphegor liked to tease you with talk of marriage. Telling you how amazing the wedding would be but of course you just thought he was joking. At first, he thought so too until one day. He was taking a nap or at least trying to. Although he controlled most people’s dreams it seemed like he couldn’t control his today. Constant nightmares plagued his sleep. He couldn’t even remember what they were, they just caused him to jerk awake, unable to calm down for a little bit. Then you walked in. It was like you got a sixth sense about this as you immediately just laid down with him, holding him close. As he tried to tease, you just shushed him and told him to sleep. Surprisingly, he listened today. He was exhausted just by existing so all it took was you running your hand through his hair for him to sleep. Before it happened though, he opened his eyes to look at you once more. When your eyes met did, he finally know he really wanted to marry you.

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#1002 Butthurt peacock

McxLucifer in the nutshell of a relationship-

You pass thru magic portal door, coming back from the human world,sees Lucifer, The six brothers and Cerberus

Mc*runs towards them smiling*Oh i missed youuu!~

Luci*smiles back, getting ready to embrace his lover*...

Mc*runs past the eldest and hugs the younger brothers,giving them souveniers* MY BOOOOYS!!!

Six Brothers*Surrounding you*MCCCCCC!?

Luci: Ahem, you forgot someone Applepie~

Mc: ...oh yeah

Mc: Missed you too Cebby my puppy wuppie~

Cerberus*Whines and yips,his tail wagging as his three heads take turns being kissed by you*ARUUUUU!

Luci:...

-Timeskip,In the privacy of Lucifer bedroom-

Luci*In a caccoon of his wings and blanket...totally NOT pouting,at you teasing refusing to let you see his face*...

Mc*Has been trying to coax him out his caccoon for hour*Awww Luciiii i was just teasing~...Luci?...Luuuucifer~...LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR!-

Luci:....

Luci*Opens his wings abit only his face out*...

Mc*Grabs his face an starts to peppering his face with pecks*...Your so petty~ a whole hour i could ravished you gone...we gotta make up for it no?~

Luci*His wings open up and bring you into the black featherd cacoon*...Make it up to me...

[vylosinbound]

Hi I been stocking your account and I really like your writing and will I would like to request the brothers with a reader who wants to touch their wings/tails but is to shy/embarrassed to say please and thank you :)

(Ps mammon is my favorite cough cough hint hint)

Hi hi! Thank you so much for your kind words!

I absolutely loved your idea, it’s just adorable I hope you enjoy these headcanons featuring your favorite boys!

"Can I…?”

When MC wants to touch their wings/tails

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Genre: Fluff | Gentle Suggestiveness | Soft Emotional Intimacy

The brothers aren’t used to someone looking at their wings or tails with curiosity instead of fear. MC clearly wants to touch them, but they just can’t bring Themselves to say it aloud. How does each brother react when they finally realize what they wants?

LUCIFER

• Lucifer rarely, if ever, lets anyone near his wings. They’re a symbol of what he once was, and what he lost.

• When he catches you glancing at them, he says nothing at first, but the air shifts. He notices.

• The moment you fidget shyly or try to speak, he finishes your sentence quietly: “You wish to touch them… don’t you?” His voice is steady, but there’s a hesitation in his eyes, like he’s weighing the risk of letting someone that close again.

• He turns his back to you slowly, wings partially unfurled. “Be gentle. These… carry more than just feathers.” As your fingers brush against the dark, silky texture, he tenses,just for a second. Then exhales.

• “You’re the only one I’d ever allow this.” The silence afterward is soft, almost sacred. He doesn’t pull away, even when your hand lingers.

MAMMON

• He totally catches the way your eyes keep drifting toward his wings, even if you try to play it off.

• “Oi, why’re ya lookin’ like that? Got somethin’ to say?” When you get flustered and look away, his cheeks flush too. He’s trying to act cool, but he’s just as shy.

• Eventually, he just blurts out: “Tch… If ya wanna touch ‘em, just say it! I ain’t gonna bite!” The second your fingers graze the soft, white feathers, he shudders,his wings twitch slightly and his breath hitches.

• “Y-you better be gentle, ‘kay? They’re sensitive… and it’s not like I let just anyone touch ‘em!” He’s red-faced, but you swear he leans closer every time your hand moves.

LEVIATHAN

• His tail is off-limits to everyone. But with you? You get a special exception, he just doesn't know how to offer it.

• He dies a little inside every time you glance at it and then quickly look away.

• One day, while you’re sitting beside him, he catches you staring and just blurts: “Y-you can touch it if you want!! I-I mean if you don’t mind, or whatever!”

• His tail wraps shyly around your hand while you pet it. He looks away, but he’s beet red and practically vibrating with joy.

• The next time? He doesn’t even ask, just silently curls it around your leg with a shy smile.

SATAN

• He notices immediately, and finds your shy little glances very telling.

• He doesn’t push, but when you pass up a perfect opportunity to ask, he chuckles softly.“Curiosity is nothing to be ashamed of.”

• He sits beside you, tail flicking closer and closer until it brushes your fingers.

• “You don’t have to speak if you’re shy… just reach out.” You do. Gently. His tail flicks once and then twines loosely around your wrist, warm and soft.

• He reads to you with a small smile while your hand stays right there.

ASMODEUS

• He catches your glances immediately and is thrilled.

• “Oh? Sweetheart~ You’re into wings now? How scandalous…” But he doesn’t mock,he loves that you’re shy about it.

• He flutters them open with flair and sits beside you. “No need to be embarrassed, darling. I’m all yours.”

• His wings are soft, velvet-like, and he shudders in delight at every gentle touch. He definitely makes it a thing, leaning into your hands with a purr and teasing, “You’re gonna make me melt”

BEELZEBUB

• His wings are imposing, but you always seem drawn to them.

• He notices how you hesitate whenever you’re close. One day, while he was in your room, he casually says: “You can touch them if you want. I don’t mind. Really.”

• You’re nervous at first, but he gently leans into your touch with his eyes half-closed.

• The warmth of his wings surprises you, he wraps one protectively around your shoulders and mumbles, “If it helps you feel safe, you can touch them anytime.”

BELPHEGOR

• You’re so shy it takes him a while to catch on… but once he does, he finds it adorable.

• You reach out, then pull away, over and over, until finally, you whisper, “Belphie… can I…?” Without even opening his eyes, he shifts closer and flops his tail into your lap. “Mm. Knew you’d ask eventually. Go ahead.”

• You gently stroke the soft fur near the base, and he hums in appreciation, nuzzling into your neck. “Soft touches from my favorite person… best nap accessory ever.”

[temis-de-leon]

MC injures their knee

Characters: gn!MC and Demon Brothers

Main Masterlist

Anon request: I'm very curious as to how the demon brothers would handle an MC / Y/N that accidentally injured their knee and can't move their leg for a while as a result. Like, everything was fine and dandy, the day was going well! But as they were walking from one area to the other, suddenly they turned too quickly, or perhaps they awkwardly shifted their weight in a moment of absentmindedness - and now their kneecap is out of the socket. Content one moment, distressed the next once they realize what happened. They scream so loudly from the pain that you can hear it outside the House of Lamentation, immediately making any noise go quiet. Even once they (very carefully) get it back in place and the pain starts to subside, they're shaking and in tears, completely unable to walk on that side. They're gonna be out of commission for a few days, may or may not have permanent damage in the area, but it slowly gets better over time. It's okay if you don't wanna do this one, btw! This is just based on something that happened to me earlier this week, gotta love Funky Joint Syndrome (hEDS) :')

A/N: I wrote this three different times, and on every occasion, I found myself unable to not write the little intro at the beginning. Even when you already put the context, anon. I hope you enjoy it and you're feeling better after all this time! Sorry for taking so long! <3

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I like to think this would happen one of those days when the House of Lamentation is half empty because the universe likes to be that awful most of the time.

You’re almost thankful that, for once, you can finally run around your home with no demons trailing behind you. Sure, you love the brothers, but their demand for your attention can get suffocating sometimes.

And this specific day, each one of them is doing their own thing in separate places. Lucifer is at the castle, Mammon at the casino, Asmo is at a party, and Beel is running laps around the house. With the rest of the brothers rotting away in their rooms, it is safe to say you have all the house to yourself.

You take advantage of the situation by admiring the architecture, the oil paintings, the details in the staircase windows and the statues. You feel dumb at the beginning, but how could you live in a mansion without even attempting to appreciate its… unique beauty?

Murder house aesthetic, right?

The problem comes when you accidentally trip while stepping on the curled corner of one of the carpets.

The movement awkwardly twists your leg and makes your patella sit on the side instead of the front, where it’s supposed to be. Your joint locks itself, unnaturally bulgy, and sends waves of pain through all your nervous system.

You aren’t sure what noise the brothers heard first, either your fall or your cries, but they are all there with you in mere seconds. And those who are out of the house are on their way the moment they receive the informative message.

Thankfully, Lucifer managed to stop Diavolo and Barbatos from coming with him.

And despite Beel being the closest, the first one to return is Mammon.

Asmo takes a little longer because the tears are blurring his vision.

But back to the incident.

Satan manages to pop your patella back into position with magic while Levi and Belphie comfort you, and in the back of your mind, the commotion makes you feel a tiny bit embarrassed.

It hurts like hell, yes, but you don’t want the whole house to think you’re dying. Last time that happened, you, at least, went with a fight, but this time, you just tripped. And they’re taking it like your leg’s going to be amputated.

On the other hand, though, despite being overbearing, they take incredible care of you.

Since Beel is already used to it thanks to Belphie, he offers to take you anywhere, even if it’s within walking distance. It doesn’t matter if it’s a piggyback ride or a princess carry; whatever makes you feel more comfortable and painless, he will do.

Lucifer lets you skip classes for the necessary recovery period, not even contemplating the idea of seeing you walk up so many stairs and then stay sit and still for hours on end. If you try to act tough for the sake of being a responsible student, he may order the older twin to keep guard outside your bedroom door. He’s making sure you rest.

Satan understands Lucifer’s approach and, surprise surprise, is on board with it; but rather than making sure you stay in the house, he guarantees you don’t feel the need to leave at all. He will offer his notes and tutor you on what you don’t understand, laying down beside you in bed with books and papers scattered around you.

Levi, on the other hand, is set on keeping you entertained, and understanding that it is better if you don’t move for a while, he brings his games and manga to your room. It’s almost too much and proves to be unnecessary because you end up spending the days marathoning The Tale of the Seven Lords yet again and talking about it nonstop afterwards.

Asmo is more of a self-care type of guy and wants you to know that. He understands how you could prefer rotting away in bed while sick or injured, but you should really take care of your body! Each morning, he marches straight to your room after finishing his own routine (because you have to see him at his best) and applies himself every ointment your beautiful face could need to stay the same. If you let him, and he’ll promise he’ll be careful, he’ll even massage some anti-inflammatory cream in the injured area.

Mammon becomes your favourite errand boy, leaving the house in search of every craving you may have, even if it’s stupid. Sure, he’ll complain, but that’s part of his charm. He wouldn’t be putting on his boots if it really bothered him, right? No matter the cost, he’ll pay for it; unless it’s expensive, in which case Lucifer may add an involuntary contribution (wink wink).

And while all of this is taking place, Belphie is peacefully sleeping right next to you, hidden under the blankets and blissfully unaware of all the noise. He offers cuddles, comfort, warmth and good dreams, and if your knee is feeling especially painful, he may even let you hold onto his tail like a plushie.

If there’s a bad part to any of this, it’s that now they won’t let you out of their sight for even a minute.

What did you expect?

You got hurt in the comfort of your own house!

While they were away!!

Clearly, they need to stay closer.

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom @mia4gotcookiez

[bluewolfangel01]

Mammon: "Ugh, I swear we've looked everywhere and we still haven't found Mc!"

Satan: "I'll admit, I didn't think they would be this good at hide and seek."

Asmo: "Where could they be, we've searched the whole house havent we?"

Beel: "Well, there's one place we haven't checked. Lucifer's study."

Levi: "WH-WHA?! WE CANT CHECK THERE! Lucifer is in there!!! He'd kill us on sight if we went in there while he's busy!!!"

Belphie: "It's the only place we haven't checked."

Lucifer: *in his study, busily working away at the mountain of paperwork on his desk from Diavolo*

Mammon: *opens the door slowly trying to be quiet, but its only opened to a small bit before...*

Lucifer: "Is there something you need Mammon?"

Mammon: "H-hey bestest bro in all the realms! Uh... Mc wouldn't happen to be hiding in here by any chance right?"

Lucifer: "Leave before I give Cerburus a new white haired pinata to play with."

Mammon: *shuts the door and runs away as fast as possible*

Lucifer: "I do not understand why you decide to hide here whenever you all play hide and seek."

Mc: *pops their head out from underneath Lucifer's cape*

Mc: "Because it's a guaranteed win spot and I get the chance to spend some alone time with you~"

Lucifer: *looks down towards Mc and he can't help but smile seeing their face*

Lucifer: "You're lucky I love you."

Mc: "I know!"

Mc and Luci then proceed to kiss

[koolades-world]

Keeping pictures of him as your lock screen <3

Lucifer

it’s a picture of the two of you, dressed up fancy. you're on luci's back, looking over his shoulder down at a puddle and an arm around his neck. lucifer is stepping over said puddle, both of his arms wrapped around your legs

diavolo took the picture since the three of you were going out after a long night at some big fancy party to get ice cream!

since the puddle was very wide and you didn't want to get your outfit wet, luci offered to carry you over! a gentleman

the two of you didn't even realize dia took it and you got the picture the next morning from him

however luci did buy the both of you ice cream with as many toppings as you both wanted

Mammon

it’s a picture of the two of you at the beach. both of you are half in the water and there’s water actively dripping down your bodies. your hair is plastered to your heads. you are smiling widely at the camera, both arms around his waist. mammon, however, looks caught off guard and is looking down at you instead of the camera. he looked oddly happy

after arriving to the beach, you insisted mammon put on sunscreen but he kept running away, insisting he was fine

sunscreen is important! not only to avoid burns but skin cancer! can demons even get skin cancer? anyways you half thought he thought he didn’t need it, half he didn’t want you touching him

to resolve the situation, he decided to dunk the both of you in the water, so now you couldn’t put on sunscreen

asmo took the photo, more than happy to embarrass his older brother. mammon demanded the photo be deleted but after you said you liked it, he stopped

Levi

it's a picture of him, napping on your bed holding his devilswitch. he's asleep on top of the covers with his headphones about to fall of his head. In levi’s hair, there are lots of little sparkly hair clips that looks like butterflies

his room was getting deep cleaned so he needed somewhere else to hide and who better to turn to?

before you had come back to find him like that, you had placed all the clips in his hair and while he complained, he didn’t stop you and continued playing his game

you originally left to make a quick store run for snacks and was out longer than intended due to shenanigans with the other brothers

after taking the picture, you threw a blanket over him incase he got cold and went back to what you were doing previously, waiting for his reaction once he woke up <3

Satan

it’s a picture of the two of you laying out on a blanket that’s laid on in the grass. satan has kisses in lipstick all over his face and he’s laughing, eyes shut. you’re laying basically on top of him, your face squished right next to his to fit in the frame. the lipstick in question is laying next to the two of you, the case catching the light.

he invited you on a picnic he set up and was very cute, but lucifer happened to walk by and throw some off putting comments at satan. obviously he was not happy

you took that picture after giving him a pep talk to give him the boost he needed because you wanted to remember that moment forever. it’s rare to see him so happy

he couldn’t stop giggling the entire time, so you actually reapplied the lipstick and kept going

you always tell him it’s a shame his eye weren’t open during that picture since you love them so much, which makes him flustered everytime. so, you have another picture from the same day as your home screen

Asmo

it’s a picture he might typically post on devilgram. he’s sitting at a table at a cafe with a cute drink with two straws in front of him. the photo is head on so parts of his surroundings are present. one of his hands is up, waving at the camera, but the other is on the table, holding your hand, your fingers intertwined.

he invited you out to this cafe that launched a drink he just had to have! he got the limited item, but he want to make it special by sharing it with you

you insisted it was fine and that you could get something else but he gave you the puppy eyes

he also refused to let go of your hand for the photo so you had to take the photo with one hand

after the photo he complimented you in your photo taking skills, and of course himself for how beautiful he looked. you promptly agreed with him, making him even happier <3

Beel

it’s a photo of the two of you right after beel won a fangoal game! he’s in his uniform and is clearly sweaty. in one arm is the trophy, but in his other is you. you’re sitting on his arm and he’s holding you close to him. you’re pressing a kiss on his cheek, and he looks shocked.

you were rooting for him the entire game especially since this was the championship game. you knew he was going to win but that didn’t stop you from being the loudest voice in the crowd to cheer for him

after his winning goal, and he accepted the trophy, people wanted to take pictures. he refused unless you were allowed to be in them since it was his first big game with you there

you decided to kiss him last minute, but you thought he deserved it

of course another one was taken for official reasons where it was just you two smiling, but Beel promptly found a way to get the first picture to frame it and put it on his bedside table next to a picture of him and belphie

Belphie

it’s a picture of the two of you in a study hall class. other students can be seen in front of and around you, but that table was just the two of you. belphie is asleep, as usual, but he’s laid out in your lap. you’re reading a book for class, with some colorful sticky tabs and a pen sitting next to both of you. your RAD jacket was laid over him and you had a hand under his head

belphie thought study halls were dumb and used it as nap time, which is what he did in most classes, but you actually had work to get done

you had originally wanted to leave annotation for the book for you own use but belphie had decided to cuddle up with you, so that made it hard

when he inevitably fell asleep, you felt bad and put your jacket over him. at some point you absent mindedly started petting his hair

he still claims to this day that was the best he had ever slept