#om nb x reader

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I Had The Best Yandere/Pervert Mammon Thought

Ok ok ok.

Y'know how Mammon has his little talk thing with crows right?

So, I was thinking about it-

Imagine this shit-

(I'm cutting it in case I go off the rails with uncomfy stuff)

He uses his crows to spy on you.

I know, nothing new, but just imagine it to an extreme.

Like-

Maybe you meet a crow, yeah? And it's super friendly, so you become friends with it.

And you show it to the brothers, and they're fine with it, and Mammon's chill with it (cause it's one of his familiars), and the bird's super nice.

And you take it with you everywhere.

And I mean everywhere.

To your room, to school, to eat, to bathe, to piss, fucking everywhere.

And you kinda think it's weird that the crow just sits there and watches you sleep.

You kinda think it's weird that it's so rude to anyone who's not one of the brothers.

(I mean, fuck, it nearly pulled someone's eye out cause they asked you something)

You kinda think it's weird that not matter how much you try to lose it for a moment, it appears right beside you.

And you kinda think it's weird that it sits in your bathroom and watches you piss with such intensity that it's actually uncomfortable.

And you swear your trash bins (in your room and bathroom) never get emptied anymore. Anything you throw in them is gone the next day.

And your clothes have been disappearing. (Though, you did find your underwear the other day, but it was stained with something)

And you're just so weirded out.

So you tell Mammon.

But he just says you're being paranoid.

And you ask him to get rid of the crow cause it's freaking you out.

So he does.

But the next thing you know-

You know have a snake doing the exact same thing.

(Cue obsessive/pervert Levi)

(I'm probably not doing another part to this. It wasn't as good as I thought it would be)

[rae-writes]

when it's time for mc to return to their original timeline how do you think the [nightbringer] characters would react if mc told them that they were from future and it's time for them to go back to the present timeline and that they'd meet them then

The common room was silent— so silent, it sounded like the entire Devildom was sleeping all at once. There was tension so thick you could cut it by just swiping at the air- there were eleven pairs of eyes trained onto Mc; the single tear that dripped down their face was like a harsh shock wave.

"I'm sorry...but I have to leave- I have to go back to my timeline now..I'll see you again when I return, okay? I promise."

Lucifer is absolutely flabbergasted, red eyes wide as he scanned your face for any signs of humor, but you weren’t joking. His hands trembled uncharacteristically, fingers twitching as he stretched his arm out to try and grab at you; "What do you mean you have to go? Don't...your place is here, with us, you can't leave- what the hell do you mean you'll see me 'when you return', I'm me! I'm right here! Don't go-!"

Mammon doesn't fully process your words, only really catching the part where you said you had to leave. He feels nauseous and scared as he immediately begins to stammer and stumble over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer so he can feel that you’re still there; "Y-you can't leave! Why would you want to leave- your home is here, you belong with us- with me- I'm right here, where are you going? Don't leave me behind! I-I need you! Please!"

Levi instantly has tears in his eyes, too preoccupied with watching you start moving away from him to realize you said you’d see him again. His tail whips out to circle your waist, arms frantically grabbing at you as he cries; "W-w-wait-! D-don't go, don't leave...did I do s-something- a-are you leaving because of m-me? I-I'll fix it, I p-promise, just please don't go..."

Satan's first instinct is to get angry- to throw a fit and throw anything in reach and scream and lash out, but he just stands there staring at you. He understands the concept of time travel and other timelines- he's read all about it- and essentially knows that he'll see you in less than a minute once you go back, and yet...; "Leaving...? You're leaving? I- I don't...I don't want you to go..don't-...just..Mc, please."

Asmo hears everything you're saying, but he just doesn't understand! He practically curls his whole body around you as he stutters through his denial, trying so hard not to cry because it would ruin his makeup; "What do you mean you're leaving, hon? Time travel is nonsense..you belong here, with us! Y-you're not actually going to leave me, right? Not me...don't leave me.."

Beel immediately panics as his thoughts run rampant about losing you and never getting to see you again, despite you assuring him that you'd see him very soon- he can't lose someone close to him again, not you- and the way he grabs onto you shows his desperation; "No! I-I mean...no, you can't leave us- why would you leave us? I thought you were at home here, with us, please...I can't lose you, too..."

Belphie, like his twin, is panicking- but he's in a hysterical panic. He breaks down into sobs and apologies right at your feet- apologizing for any time he was snippy with you and especially the time he got so mad he almost hurt you after finding out you were human- he's so sorry, just..don't leave-!; "No, no, no! You can't! You can't leave us, please, don't leave, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything I've done wrong to you- just don't leave me! Please, don't leave me..."

Diavolo understands the concept of what you're saying, though it's still hard for him to grasp the fact that you're leaving to go back to a different him...why couldn't you just stay with him in this 'timeline'? Didn't...didn't you still like him either way?; "What...what? Mc, I don't understand...just stay. Here. With- with me, with us, I don't...why must you go back? Don't you like it here?"

Barbatos shouldn't be worried. He knows exactly what you're talking about and what you mean by 'see you again when I return' and yet he can't help but feel at a loss, torn between letting you just walk away or trying to stop you- he doesn't want you to go back to future him...he wants you here with this him; "I...wait, Mc..don't-...don't go back. Stay, please..I know I'll remember the time we spent together here when you return, but I...I don't want to let you go.."

Simeon is in an odd state between panicked and calm. One on hand, he trusts you. If you say you promise you'll see him again- whatever that means- he believes you. But on the other hand, he's already lost so much in life and he can't possibly bear to lose you too, so he grabs you and holds on tightly; "Go? What do you mean 'go'? I...Mc...I don't want to let you go..I don't want you to leave- please stay...with us. With me."

Luke's confusion dances across his face as he latches onto your waist, firing a thousand questions at once, as fast as he can speak them; "What do you mean you're leaving? How can you see me when you 'return'- what does that even mean?! I'm the only me...and I'm right here- where...where are you going?! Don't leave me! I don't want you to go!"

bonus :

Solomon is there to wrap his arms around your waist tightly for comfort, keeping the others from coming too close; he can't let them take you away from him- won't let them convince you to stay. Your place is in your own timeline, with the present versions of them, with him. He promised he'd bring you back home with him and no one is going to stop him; "Come on, Mc...let's go. We need to go- this is what we've been working towards remember? You'll see them in less than a second once we go through the portal. I'm here with you, I'm not ever going to leave your side. You trust me don't you? Let's go home. Together."

[kanroji-san]

On a Call

Mc: Dear, I'm breaking up-

Diavolo:*With a serious tone* Im pregnant

Mc: I meant the call...

Diavolo:...right, sorry. I panicked my spouse...

[onyourowndaisymae]

don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

lucifer (you are here) // mammon // levi // satan // asmo // beel // belphie -- NSFW warning below, gn!reader

lucifer, who would never say no to lord diavolo. he wasn't exactly fond of the whole "exchange program" idea, knowing the power imbalance between the three realms, but lord diavolo had his heart set on bringing humans and angels into the devildom. lucifer could only do his best to make sure things would go smoothly. the weakest member-- some human devoid of magical skills or means to defend themselves, unlike the other applicants-- would be living in the house of lamentation, where him and his brothers could make sure you at least survived the whole program. he's not exactly pleased by the whole thing (and hiding belphegor away for the whole year will certainly be taxing, both mentally and emotionally) but, whatever the prince wants...

lucifer, who doesn't trust you as far as he can throw you. he doesn't like how you're cozying up to his brothers, wrapping them around your fingers with pacts, avoiding his eyes as he watches your interactions. make no mistake. you're here on the whims of lord diavolo, but that doesn't mean he has to be nice to you. just keep your head down and you'll survive. oh-- and don't make meddling in his family's affairs a habit. he will not hesitate even a moment to get rid of you if he perceives you as a threat.

lucifer, who is quite popular. even though he makes only a minimal effort to socialize with others (he's far too busy with student council work to cultivate a large group of friends), nobles and common folk alike flock to him. this, in turn, brings forward a lot of romantic attention. it's not uncommon for at least one demon a week to confess their undying love to him-- something he politely yet firmly declines. but it's foolish to assume that a man such as him doesn't have needs or desires. lucifer oozes sex appeal with just a heated glance, and most of the time he doesn't even need to speak before the demon in his sights is crossing the room at lord diavolo's party to meet with him. he politely excuses himself from the prince's side to escort the lucky demon somewhere private. there's no romance in his touches, but there is passion, all lust and want, as he uses his teeth to yank his glove off and roughly caresses the demon's quivering sex. he's not above using spit as lubrication, it falling from his lips with husky taunts as he lines himself up with their hole, now thoroughly slick with with their juices and his saliva, pushing in carefully as to not cause any pain. his gloved hand clamps over their mouth while the exposed one reaches forward to toy with their sex. he groans when they clench around him, then buries his face in their neck as he begins to fuck them from behind into a wall, or bookshelf, or whatever's closest. he murmurs filth in their ear as he fucks them ruthlessly, their muffled cries of pleasure meeting and dying against his palm. they continue until he's satisfied, until cum dribbles out of their tight hole and forms creamy rings around the base of his cock. he pulls their underwear up with a swat against their ass and tells them not to make a mess that barbatos will have to clean later. he stalks off to find a bathroom to freshen up in-- if they're lucky, they'll hear from him again in the future.

lucifer, who can set his pride aside for you. you've wormed your way into his heart, somehow, charming him during the exchange program with a combination of persistence and genuine care. he won't admit he's smitten, for he is far too proud to bicker with his brothers for your attention. you'll have to see it yourself. notice the way he looks at you from across the room and acknowledges you with a nod, or the brush of his hand against your arm as he passes you in the hallway, or the way he'll decline a call just to hear you speak a little longer. his ballroom rendezvous cease almost instantaneously, without his notice-- the demons may try to catch his eye again, but his ruby gaze never strays from you, from watching you sway in his arms on the dancefloor. he's head over heels. fuck, he's so in love with you it hurts. nights like these peel back the layers of the avatar of pride and let the rest of the world get a glimpse at the sides of him reserved just for you. all for you.

lucifer, who loves nights like these. the two of you are intertwined in his office, you sat on his lap as he sips lazily at a mixture of demonus and gold hellfire newt syrup. his blood pumps loudly in his ears but all he can see is you. you don't give him a command to cancel the syrup's effects, but he doesn't mind-- you command him with your hands, with your eyes as you run your fingers along his body. his crawl up your side before cradling the back of your head, pulling you into a heated kiss. your body melts into his like wax under a flame, conforming to the curves and planes of his body like they were made for you, fuck, Father must have made him for you. why else would you feel so perfect in his arms? why else would he have been damned, fallen from the celestial realm for defending love between human and a supernatural being, fated to experience it himself? there's an invisible string tying the two of you together. he wears it like a badge of honor. he'd let you tie him up with it if you kept grinding your hips against his like that, tongue lapping at the skin of his throat as you mark him. he can't bring himself to care about the taunts he'll endure tomorrow. lord diavolo's curious looks and pointed questions mean nothing when he has you on top of him. he's drunk on your love, surely, demonus and syrup blended in his veins paling in comparison to the love he has for you. he'd do it all again, fall to hell, lose his life if it meant you'd moan like that as he scissors his fingers in your hole, wet with your intertwined saliva, his precum, and your slick, the juices glinting in the firelight as he pushes them in and out of you. he won't stop until you're cumming around his fingers. he'd normally toy with you longer, but he's honestly so overwhelmed by the heat of your love that he feels he might fully go insane if he's not inside you within the next minute. you align yourself over his weeping cock and ease yourself down. he moans, loudly, enough for someone nearby to hear. lucifer doesn't give a shit. your hands find his and your fingers intertwine, stabilizing you enough to begin lovingly, carefully bouncing yourself on his cock. he's been thoroughly damned, that he's sure of, but this is truly the closest thing to heaven he'll ever see again-- your love is worth a thousand angels, a million glimpses into the celestial realm. and it's all his, just as he's all yours.

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[sister-lucifer]

One Must Stake His Claim: Prologue 

Or: How It Started 

[Chapter One] [Masterlist]

Nightbringer Diavolo + Lucifer x Male Reader 

Genre: ? (Hard to say, it’s not really sweet enough to be fluff or harsh enough to be angst).

Summary: The first sprouts of a rivalry start to emerge when Diavolo makes his attraction to the new human painfully evident. 

Content/Warnings: Slightly suggestive but not really, just some sly implications, jealous Luci, smug Dia, oblivious MC, MC is referred to with he/him pronouns, this takes place at the beginning of Nightbringer when there’s still tension between Dia and Luci

A/N: This is stupidly self indulgent. Literally just me indulging in a fantasy i’ve been marinating in for days. I know for a fact I will be made fun of for this /lh

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“I want him.”

The words come out of Diavolo’s mouth so suddenly that Lucifer nearly chokes on air. 

They’re said with such a casual joviality, yet they feel so heavy, falling from the prince’s lips and crashing onto the pristine white tile at Lucifer’s feet. 

“…Y…You what…?”

“I want him,” Diavolo repeats simply, “He’s quite cute. I’m inclined to keep him for myself.” 

He nods in the direction that you just walked off in, and Lucifer looks down that hall just in time to catch the last glimpse of you before you disappear behind a door. His mouth hangs open in a terribly undignified manner as he slowly turns back to Diavolo. The demon prince laughs heartily, patting Lucifer’s shoulder as though he’s just said something hilarious. 

“What’s the look for, friend? Are you surprised that His Majesty could ever find time for genuine attraction between lavish soirées and keeping his nose in the air?”

He laughs again, rather fond of his own joke, and this time the sound makes Lucifer’s hands tremble as they resist the urge to ball into fists. 

“No,” Lucifer forces out, “I’m just surprised at your…” 

He pauses, fishing around for the right word. 

“…audacity.”

There’s a brief pause, then, before Diavolo’s laughter resumes, even more raucous than before. The prince simply can’t help himself. 

“Oh, Lucifer!” he manages through his fit, “You never were all that good at hiding your true feelings. Tell me, what about that bothers you so much?”

Lucifer is silent for a long few moments—partly because he despises trying to talk to Diavolo when he’s laughing so hard, and partly because he’s struggling to find the words to explain himself in a manner that will save his pride. 

“You talk as though you’ve some sort of…claim to him,” Lucifer begins, but he’s not sure how to continue. The last few notes of Diavolo’s laughter stop short as he quirks a brow curiously. 

“I only mean that…I wouldn’t expect you of all people to speak of him that way,” Lucifer finally says. 

“…You lie,” Diavolo says slowly. A sly grin slowly splits his face, and Lucifer swallows hard. 

“You lie,” he repeats, “there’s much more to it than that. You can hold a stone face all you’d like, old friend, but your eyes give it away. You’re angry, Lucifer. Why is that?”

Something in his voice says that he already knows, that the question is pointless and he simply wants to hear Lucifer say it for his own satisfaction. When Lucifer is silent, Diavolo only presses more. 

“Are you truly worried for the human’s dignity? Is that it? I haven’t even insulted him, and yet you scowl as though I’ve said something terrible, as if I’ve insulted his entire lineage. You’d never jump at the chance to defend your brothers that way over something so minor, but you do it for a mere human, a species you used to feel only apathy towards.  So, what is it? Do you know something about him that I don’t?”

It’s a stupid thing to even imply, that Lucifer may be privy to any knowledge that Diavolo is not. The demon prince knows all that goes on in his kingdom. 

The silence that settles over them is heavy. Diavolo is smiling with a horrid expression of self satisfaction, and it only makes Lucifer’s scowl deepen.  

Finally, Lucifer opens his mouth to speak, and he can hardly hear his own voice. 

“You have no right.” 

You have no right to take him from me, that’s what he means, I deserve him more than you do. He doesn’t say it, but they both sense the unspoken words hanging in the air. 

Suddenly, Diavolo’s grin doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“Oh, but I do, old friend,” Diavolo says matter-of-factly. He places a heavy hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. 

“If I have no claim to him, then neither do you. Surely we can agree on that, no? After all, you’ve hardly done more than frown at him every moment he’s in the room. If that was your way of courting him, I’m afraid it’s failed you.”

Lucifer growls and pushes Diavolo’s hand away. 

“I won’t let you take him that easily,” he snaps. 

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Diavolo responds without a moment of hesitation, “I just hope you know what you’re getting into challenging a demon.” 

“You don’t scare me, don’t even try.”

Diavolo only hums in reply before promptly turning on his heel to leave. 

“In that case,” he says with a shrug, now standing in the doorway, “you should prepare for quite the spirited battle.”

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[sapphireneil]

Pillow Talks // OM! Brothers Aftercare hcs

Cw: none really, just fluff after a scene because aftercare is SO important, based on a convo i had with one of my bsfs (mentions of rough sex, bite marks and hickeys)

Gender neutral reader!

A/n: I'll work on the requests soon i swear!

- Lucifer -

Man is so so gentle with you after it (in contrast to just a few minutes earlier)

PRAISE !!!!

Would definitely clean the both of you up and give you one of his shirts to cuddle into

After making sure you're alright and doing well he would brew the both of you some tea

Asks you if you would like to listen to a specific record and if not, he'd just put on something calming

Definitely spends quite some time in bed with you, cuddling and talking about everything and nothing, only going back to his work when he's 100% sure you're mentally and physically alright

- Mammon -

Would not give a single fck about the mess the both of you made, you're immediately wrapped up in his strong arms

He'd definitely would shower you with innocent kisses all over

Naked cuddles!! I repeat, naked cuddles!!!

Would also make sure you have everything you need, not leaving your side for more than five seconds though

Cracked jokes about what just happened!!!

Would probably spend hours just lying in bed with you, the both of you just scrolling through Akuzon, voicing out your thoughts about certain items you stumble across (he takes mental note of everything you mention to be to you liking )

- Asmodeus -

Spa time!!! Bubble bath especially!!

Would totally rant about how beautiful you looked earlier

Cuddles in the bathtub, facemasks and candles

If you would be sore anywhere he would totally massage it

Washes your hair and body for you, he just wants you to relax

When he dries you off, he'll wrap you in the softest towels and carry you to bed after he sprayed you with his perfume just so you still smell like him

- Satan -

would definitely question if he was too rough on you

Totally kisses any marks or hickeys that he'd left and brush over them gently

Cleaning up kinda is teamwork, until you curl up next to him, scrolling through ur DDD a bit

A book in one hand, the other arm wrapped around you, keeping you close

Makes sure to wrap you up in a nice fuzzy blanket too, he doesn't want you to feel cold after all

You fall asleep before him, but he eventually gets tired too, the book is now on his face, you still cradled in his arm, your DDD dropped next to you

- Leviathan -

Asks you if you enjoyed it and if you felt good immediately

Admiring all the love marks hes left on you

Cleaning up and then he seats you in his lap in one of his hoodies

Also quite literally SHOWERS you in kisses, extremely flustered

It's your decision what you want to do, rather its just cuddling, watching anime or him playing a a game, or even playing something together

Man is clingy asf, he knows that the afterglow is a quite vulnerable state so he keeps you as close as possible

- Beelzebub -

No doubt, this man carries you to bed after he cleaned your up. Bridal style. No exeptions.

Tucks you in carefully and would feed you your favorite candy from the jar in his room

Keeps you in his arms until you are fast asleep, then quietly goes to clean up the kitchen

Would totally kiss the bite marks he left, probably even lick over them apologetically

He finishes that cake you had started only for you to wake up to an almost empty plate of it, and a very sorry Beel

- Belphegor -

It takes him a while before coming down from his high, so hes perhaps a bit quiet at first and just keeps his arms wrapped around you, processing in silence

Veeeeryyy sleepy afterwards, but also cold

Will probably get another fuzzy blanket after wiping the both of you down lazily

Naked cuddles part II

Gives a lot of small tired pecks and pulls the blanket over both of you

Hes not gonna let go of you this soon, but that's okay, the both of you will take a nap first anyway

Heya everyone, this is it for today (kinda short im sorry) these are actually my first hcs posted on here, enjoy!!!!

[twinksrepository]

Wardrobe help

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Half naked, swearing, talk of tops & bottoms, you're both idiots

Word count: Roughly 1K

A/N: You're panicking over clothes after being invited out by Diavolo for dinner. Good thing you have someone to help you with your clothes.

Images belong to Solmare.

You frown at the mirror, turning to the side and your frown grows a little deeper. “No.” Back to the closet it is, your fingers hooking the bottom hem of your shirt and tossing it into the reject pile. You shouldn’t feel this anxious, but you do.

All because Diavolo had asked you out to dinner.

Heck, you didn’t even know if it was a date! For all you know, Diavolo could have invited several people out to dinner with him, after all, it wasn’t unusual for Lucifer to join him. Flicking through the hangers of clothes you’ve come to accumulate since you arrived in the Devildom, largely because of Asmo and Mammon, to see if you can find anything that seems suitable. Even if it isn’t a date you certainly can’t wear your usual lounge clothes out to dinner.

You should have known better than to accept the offer to meet with him. Not when several days ago he had texted you about proverbial situations and your opinions on asking people to do things one on one.

You can feel the nausea starting to build in your stomach as it churns with your anxiety. Maybe you’ll get lucky and stress yourself out enough that you get sick and you have an excuse to cancel. Everything you keep coming across in your closet seems either far too formal or way too casual. Letting out a groan of frustration as you hear a knock at your bedroom door. You can’t answer it as you are now half dressed, not in this house anyway. “Just a minute!” Grabbing your hoodie from the bed as you walk by and pulling it on before opening the door to find the firstborn brother standing there. “Can I help you Lucifer?”

You had expected a greeting from him when you opened the door, not for him to stare at you like you were a curio on display. His crimson tinted eyes dart from your bare feet to what you can only assume is your messy hair atop your head. “Please tell me that is not what you’re wearing to dinner.”

Your shoulder slumps in relief hearing him make that comment with a deadpan voice. “Thank fuck, you’re going too.” Mumbling as you place a hand to your face, as much as you want to be insulted by his lack of tack you have come to expect it from him.

“Pardon?” At least the look of confusion on his face is helping the nerves you had been feeling fade away.

“I don’t know what to wear.” You admit, stepping aside to let him into the room before motioning at the pile of clothes thrown in a haphazard pile. “Every time I’ve seen Diavolo in public it’s been a random encounter. I didn’t want to just wear whatever to meet him.” You were wrong. Some of the nerves are still there as you rub at your arm almost as if ashamed to admit that you had been that nervous about how you were going to dress yourself.

“Diavolo wouldn’t care if you showed up in a sweater covered in ink stains.” You level the avatar of pride with a look of pure disappointment at his remark. Your favorite sweater that you tend to wear around the house is covered in ink stains from all the writing you do between school work and your hobbies.

“No, but you would. In this case, I do too.” Letting out a long exhale as you turn to face Lucifer while weighing your options. He’s not Asmo, but he has far more experience at this than you do. You want to make sure you don’t somehow make Diavolo look like a fool, not with the all opportunities you’ve had in the Devildom thanks to him picking you as an exchange student even if it had been a rough start. “Help me. Please.”

The please seems to do him in, stepping up beside you and moving the items with his gloved hand pausing on some items before he keeps going. “I wasn’t aware you had brought so many clothes with you to the Devildom.” 

“I didn’t, most of them are from Asmo. A few things are from Mammon.” More than a few things, but you don’t want to get Mammon in trouble if him buying you things was adding to the bills being sent to Lucifer. 

“Mammon’s taste is obvious no matter whose closet it's in.” Nodding to himself Lucifer goes back to an early item he had taken more than a second to look at. “This should do as a shirt, do you have a preference for bottoms?” 

“Yeah, I like being one.” You freeze the second what you just said registers in your brain. Turning slowly to look at Lucifer you are terrified of the look you’re sure you’re about to receive. 

Except. 

He’s blushing. 

“I meant regarding clothes.” He’s still red in the face when you answer him, but he does go back to digging through your closet for something to go with the shirt. Handing you the item before striding to the door as if he’s a man on a mission. 

“Thank you, Lucifer.” Calling after him with a blush of your own. 

“You’re welcome.” He pauses at the door, and you could swear when looking back on this moment, that you see his shoulders expand before he says something that makes you blink and your face burn. 

“I’ll keep your preference in mind for the future. Every bottom deserves the right top.” He doesn’t say anything before leaving, and you’re left feeling your stomach churn for an entirely different reason. 

A soft call of your name just as the door closes with him leaving. “Do hurry and change so we’re not late.” Oh. Shit. You are anything but prepared for a dinner with Diavolo knowing Lucifer just learned something about your preferences for partners. Intentionally or not.  

“I am so fucked.” 

[neiveel3llson]

While hosting a game show to boost the brothers' popularity

NB MC: "-and you'll have to answer twice," *looks at Mammon with. smirk* ", easy for you Virgos."

NB Mammon: "How did they know I was a Virgo..."

*Fanfare begins*

NB Mammon: "HOW DID THEY KNOW I WAS A VIRGO I DID NOT TELL THEM MY BIRTHDA-"

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

I'm very much in an "MC is a morally grey badass" kind of mood.

Let's face it, this human's lived with demons for years, they've seen some shit and just...carried on with their day.

I wanna write some drabbles on this, anyone have any suggestions?

[warper-in-training]

Leviathan and Mammon both say your name as a vocal stim. While Levi is too shy to do it loud and near people, Mammon doesn't hide it at all. unless you're near him. then he'll deny everything.

[certifiedlucifersimp]

I still can't get over the fact that Levi sleeps like this 😂

Bonus

The fact that Lucifer doesn't put him in a normal position and just extends the cover over him

[mylittlesecrethaven]

Where I Think Each Of The Brother's Marks Are

Been a minute since I've done something like this for the brothers!

I'm just gonna list them without explanation cause I can't think of anything right now, but if y'all want full headcannons for why I think this, lemme know.

Lucifer - On the side of the neck, high up enough that it's visible above a turtle-neck or something.

Mammon - Right over the heart. About the size of your heart, too.

Leviathan - Covers your entire freaking stomach. There's an empty space on the mark that doesn't cover your belly button and it's kinda cool.

Satan - All across your back. Freaking huge. Biggest mark out of all the brothers.

Asmodeus - I'm sorry, but I can't help it. His is right above your genitals. Like, the bottom ends right before your pussy/dick.

Beelzebub and Belphegor - They both have their marks on your hands, Beel's on one and Belphie's on the other. They're on the back of your hands, not your palms.

I thought of this during a midnight YouTube Short marathon, so..... yeah.

[inactiveobeymeblog]

Mammon + M!MC With a Huge Cock

A/N: I’ve finally returned from my small little break and I’m back with more porn! This time it’s Mammon!! I love him so much so why not give him the whole damn package? And why not make it huge while I’m at it, right? 🌚

Tags: Bottom Mammon, size difference (both height and genitalia), blowjob, deep throating, Mammon loves your cock so you can technically call him a cock slut ig but I won’t put that in here, rough sex, hair pulling, biting, male MC/AMAB reader, light spanking, multiple sex positions, and creampies

When Mammon first took a look at your size, he fell in love

Surely he knew you were big because you were taller and more built than him, but he didn’t expect you to be this big

The first time he glanced at your cock, he was on his knees staring at how much bigger it was compared to his mouth

It twitched and leaked a lot of pre-cum and he wanted it in his mouth

He licked his lips and swallowed

And that’s when you ordered him to get to work

He started with licking from the base of your cock to the tip where he swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting you

Then he grabbed your shaft and started stroking slowly as he went down to suck on your balls

He couldn’t help but get excited as you groan

“Fuck, baby. You’re good at this.”

Praising him only made him work faster

He stopped stroking you and instead wrapped his lips around your tip before taking you in his mouth

You were big so he couldn’t fit all of you in, but he knows how to make up for that

He stroked whatever wasn’t in his mouth and started bobbing his head and sucking hard

He uses his tongue to lick your tip and the sides of your shaft

It drives you crazy

After some time, his movements become slow due to the fact that he was sucking harder and moving faster than he should have been

But once you entangle your hand in his hair, he goes feral

His cock twitches and his heart explodes

And he’s now deep-throating you at high speeds

You can’t help but moan and this only fuels him faster

He starts massaging your balls and humming around your length, using his tongue in whatever way is best

You’re cumming down his throat in a matter of seconds

You keep him shoved down your length as you paint his throat white

And considering how big your balls were, you held him there for a good, solid ten seconds before pulling him off

Now cut to you roughly pounding him into his mattress

He has his tongue out and eyes rolled up to the back of his head as he moans louder than your skin making contact with his

As you fuck him, his ass jiggles and you give him a few slaps on each of his ass cheeks

This makes him slam back onto your cock

And you find it so hot

You lean over his back and grab a fist full of his hair, pulling it back towards you and you bite his neck rather hard to leave a mark

Then you flip him around so his legs are on your shoulders and you’re bending him almost in half as you rail him into the sheets

He’s cumming and screaming your name

You follow soon after and you bury yourself deep inside, filling him

Once you pull out, your both too exhausted to clean up

So you just pull the covers over the both of you and cuddle together until either one of you gain the strength to properly clean

A/N: Genuinely loved writing this one and I hope I didn’t make too many spelling or grammar mistakes. I’ll be writing Solomon or Lucifer’s HC post next. So stay tuned for that!!

[love-fictional-ppl]

Pegging Mammon

Summary: headcanons for pegging Mammoney

Pairings: sub!Mammon x dom!Afab!MC

Warnings: language, smut, pegging, lots of anal play, handjobs, sex positions, overstimulation, color system, premature ejaculation, cum eating, etc.

A/N: ignore the gif I just love the way he looks in this😭😭 also sry if this is shit this was written on my phone.

I’m going to start this by saying, you had to beggggg mammon. He would never be caught dead asking you or giving in so easily to being pegged, I mean he’s the Great Mammon.

You probably only got him to agree by making a bet, he lost obviously.

There was lots of complaining up until the final act, so much so that you actually asked him a couple times if he wanted to stop. Mammon’s response was prolly sum like this, “No! Wai- I mean- pfft! Only if you want to stop, human.”

Once you lubed him up and inserted a finger, he became putty in your hands. This is the way to get them noises.

Once you stretched him to fit three fingers and he came you lubed up your strap on

The cock would hopefully be perfect size for Mam. It was 6.5 inches, a decent girth, and a dark purple. The straps were slightly uncomfortable but not too much.

First time you’re probably in missionary, feeling more intimate that way and allowing Mammon to see your face. After the first time, feel free to explore more positions. Mammon would probably wind up liking doggy and lotus.

The greed demon clung to you once you prodded his entrance with the fake cock. Once you were inside of him you stilled to let him adjust.

“What color are you?” You asked.

“Green!” Mammon’s eyes were shut tight.

Mammon the entire time stayed at green, much to your relief.

You started with slow shallow thrusts, working your way up to a pace you both liked. You eventually found your rhythm, your hips rocked into each other at a steady pace.

Mammon came quick without warning, strings of cum shot onto the both of yours’ stomachs and onto his chest.

Mammon had tears falling from pleasure, he was fucked dumb. The white haired boy kept babbling nonsense.

All you could respond to his babble with was, “I know, baby.”

You tried to pull out but Mammon wrapped his legs around your waist locking you in place.

You gave in and continued fucking Mammon, his eyes were rolled back, tears and drool running down his face, cum covering his abdomen, all while being drilled into. Mammon was a fucked out mess.

Your hips were meeting with such force, you could feel and hear the vibrations of the bed frame hitting the wall. You felt bad for Satan whose room was on the other side of the wall.

You wrapped your hand around Mammons painfully hard, leaking erection. You jerked him off at the same spread you were fucked him, movement in sync.

Mammon stiffened and bit your shoulder, cumming again. Your hand was covered in cum, you put your ring and middle finger up to Mammon’s mouth offering him to taste himself.

Mams quickly complied and sucked on your fingers greedily, licking your fingers clean of his essence. When you pulled back your fingers, he opened his mouth to show you he swallowed everything.

“Good boy,” you praised him.

Mammon smiled at your praise, he grinded his ass back against you, wanting to go another round. You denied Mammon what he wanted, also seeing the exhaustion evident in his face.

Long story short Mammon enjoyed getting ass fucked and would do it again.

Btw Satan was pissed.

A/N: sorry for any spelling errors, Not Proofread! Ending was rushed cs I didn’t know what to add😭

[onyourowndaisymae]

seventy-two pacts

have some sol thirst (i would go feral if this were me)

content + warnings: suggestive, solomon x reader, solomon has visible pact marks and reader does too

word count: 462

"damn."

the word comes out quickly, before you can even think. you cover your mouth in embarrassment-- justified, considering you couldn't keep your reaction in-- but you can't peel your eyes away.

solomon's peeling off his shirt. in the midst of joking around and pouring some for you two to enjoy, he'd knocked the rim of one of the glasses against the bottle, spilling it all down the front of his shirt. so, to avoid soaking himself further, he immediately began to take the long sleeved garment off.

then you said it, and now he's frozen, shirt halfway off.

can you blame yourself, though? you've seen your fair share of shirtless men, as is expected when living in the chaos of the house of lamentation. but they're all smooth-skinned and flawless. some of them have a couple of scars here and there from the great celestial war. their muscles were obviously impressive in their own right. but they all missed something that solomon had-- something you're just now seeing for the first time.

swirling black lines run across his pale skin, curling around muscles, decorating the smooth planes of skin in intricate designs. from across the table, you can make out little latin characters. pact marks. a lot of them. the ornate symbols decorate the exposed part of his lower abdomen, luring you in with strange words and beautiful lines before disappearing beneath his beltline. do they-- do they follow his v-line? holy shit, you're about to start drooling--

"haha, mc, my eyes are up here!"

his charming, light laugh catches your attention. his eyes are sparkling with mirth, lips curled into a cheshire grin as he removes the rest of his shirt and bunches it in his hand.

the pact marks dance up across his broad shoulders and down his arms. they're gorgeous, arcane and mystical as they sprawl down his biceps and spill onto his forearms. you've seen his sleeves rolled up before, so you knew he had a few pact marks, but-- 72 pacts never looked so damn good.

the seven pact marks on your skin had always been a point of your own fascination. but seeing the sigils on solomon's skin made you wonder if you'd ever be covered the same way.

"i need a new shirt," he declares, smirking at you. he take a couple steps towards his room, then stops when he sees you still at the table. "c'mon."

"huh?" you feel like you've missed something.

"you think you've seen all of my pact marks? no, my dear apprentice, i have plenty more where that came from. and since you're so curious, i figured i might as well show you."

you scurry up from your spot and follow him like the obedient little apprentice you are.

[just-simping-for-fake-people]

Asmo incorrect quotes w/ Mc

Asmodeus: Dom or sub?

MC: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though.