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[vylosinbound]

Dia x mc who worries alot abt dia leaving them?? Could be smut or fluff or both! I don’t mind!!<33

Hey! Just wanted to let you know I’ve written a short fic that includes everything you mentioned, it blends emotional vulnerability, comfort, and that soft-spicy touch too! I really tried to capture the mood you were looking for. Hope you enjoy it!

Beyond mortality

Diavolo x MC who is afraid that he'll leave them

Characters: Diavolo x Gn!MC

Genre: Angst / Comfort / Slow Intimacy / Soft-Spice

TW: Smut, vulnerability, fear of abandonment

MC has a lingering fear that Diavolo, with all his duties and the weight of his title, will eventually leave them behind. One late night, that fear surfaces… and Diavolo refuses to let it stand.

DIAVOLO

The Devildom was quiet.

For once, the castle, so often a monument of power, felt less like a symbol and more like a sanctuary. It breathed with stillness, cloaked in moonlight and silence, as if the world outside had paused just for the two of you.

Diavolo’s bed was vast, but the warmth between you made it feel small, your bodies loosely tangled beneath soft, heavy blankets. His breath brushed against your skin in slow, rhythmic waves, a quiet melody that might have lulled anyone else to sleep.

But not you.

Sleep hovered just out of reach, like a bird reluctant to land. Your eyes remained open in the dark, searching the ceiling, tracing the shadows on the wall. The quiet had become a mirror, reflecting every fear you’d kept tucked away, whispers of doubt, like vines creeping through the cracks of your mind.

You shifted slightly, just enough to feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your palm. Real. Present. And yet… so impossibly far from your world. You, human and fleeting. He, eternal and divine.

A single thought clung to you, small but sharp: What if one day this all fades? What if I can’t hold onto something so infinite?

You closed your eyes, trying to breathe through it. But the silence made everything louder.

Then, without a word, Diavolo stirred.

As if he had felt the change in your heartbeat. As if even in sleep, some part of him knew when you needed to be reminded you weren’t alone.

His sleepy eyes slowly opened looking at you with concern. “Love?” His voice was thick from sleep, but alert. Gentle. “You’re trembling.”

You closed your eyes. Tried to will it away. The ache. The fear. The sharp little voice whispering that you were just a fleeting chapter in a book that had existed long before you were born.

But your fingers clutched the fabric of his sleep shirt like it was the last thing keeping you anchored to the world. As if loosening your grip meant losing him entirely.

“I…” Your throat felt tight. Dry. You swallowed, forcing the words through the storm rising in your chest. “What happens when this doesn’t last?”

His arms tightened around you, protective, alert. “What do you mean?”

You paused. You weren’t sure you could say it without breaking. But the silence between you was too full, and your heart had grown too heavy.

“I’m human, Diavolo,” you breathed, voice trembling with the truth you’d been burying. “And you’re not just a demon… you’re the demon. Crowned. Chosen. Eternal. And I—” you shook your head, shame prickling under your skin. “I have a ticking clock. I get older. Slower. I’ll wrinkle. I’ll fade.”

You felt the sting of tears welling, hot and unrelenting. “What happens when someone better comes along? Someone who won’t age. Someone who fits your world better than I ever could? Someone who can stand beside you without dragging you down?”

Your voice cracked. “What if one day you wake up, and you realize I was just a phase? A sweet little fantasy while it lasted, before reality calls you back to where you’re meant to be. Without me.”

You couldn’t stop the sob that escaped you then. It wasn’t loud. Just a quiet, raw sound, like something inside you had finally torn open. You pressed your face into his chest, ashamed and aching, your tears soaking into his skin.

“I know I shouldn’t think like this,” you whispered. “But it’s so hard not to. When I look at you, all I can think is, you deserve forever. And I don’t know how to believe I’m enough for that.”

His thumb brushed your cheek with reverence, as though you were made of stardust instead of skin, something rare and celestial he dared not lose. “You don’t understand how deeply you’ve etched yourself into me. There is no 'better.' No replacement. Only you.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a whisper, as if saying it too loud would shatter the moment. “You saw me. Not as a prince. Not as a ruler. Just… me. And no one else has ever done that.”

The weight of his words settled over you like a second heartbeat. You could feel his magic coiled beneath the surface, not aggressive, not overwhelming, just there, like warmth from a hearth you didn’t realize you’d been cold without.

“I’ve walked through centuries of shadow, MC,” he murmured, lips ghosting the space beneath your eye. “But your love is the first light that made me want to stop walking.”

Your eyes stung. You hadn’t meant to cry, but the tears slipped free anyway, quiet and warm as they slid down your cheeks. He caught one with his thumb, kissed another as it fell. “Don’t you see?” he breathed. “You’re not a fleeting moment. You’re the axis my world turns on.”

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to. Your hand found his, fingers weaving together, anchoring you both in the stillness.

And for the first time that night, the fear didn’t scream so loud. It hushed. It softened.

Because even in the silence, he was still there. Steady. Unmoving. Yours.

He leaned up and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not tomorrow. Not in a hundred years. If I could chain time itself just to keep you here with me, I would.”

You felt his magic pulse gently beneath your skin, curling like heat in your stomach.

His lips found your neck next, soft kisses tracing down with reverence. Your breath hitched as his hands slid beneath your shirt, slow, testing, but filled with need. His touch wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t carnal or hungry. It was possessive in the way a soul clings to its match. Every kiss was a vow. Every movement said, you are mine. I’m yours. Don’t doubt it.

You gasped when his fingers brushed lower, circling with deliberate care. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, and he groaned softly against your skin.

“Look at me,” he whispered against your collarbone, voice rough. “If you’re going to worry about anything... worry about how you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”

You laughed, shaky, breathless, broken in the most beautiful way, and something between you shattered and reformed, raw and unspoken. It wasn’t just desire. It was devotion laced with longing, and Diavolo… he was holding on to his control by a thread.

“You’ll be sitting beside me on the throne,” he murmured, voice low and rough with emotion, like a promise etched in stone.

He pulled your shirt over your head with slow reverence, like unwrapping something sacred, and his hands didn’t leave your skin for a second. His breath ghosted down your body, warm and deliberate, igniting every nerve he passed. You could feel his restraint unraveling with each kiss, each flick of his tongue against your skin, as though worshipping every inch of you was his royal duty.

When you arched your hips into his touch, seeking him, craving the friction, he groaned against your inner thigh, a sound that vibrated straight into your core.

“Let me show you,” he whispered, lips brushing so close it stole the air from your lungs. “Let me remind you just how deeply you are wanted… how utterly you belong to me.”

And then, he did.

The rest of the night passed in murmurs and sighs, not rushed, not wild, but slow, heady, and reverent. As though time itself had bent around you both, allowing space for every ache, every desperate breath, every whispered reassurance that you were not just wanted… but irreplaceable.

Diavolo touched you like he was learning worship. His hands mapped every inch of your skin with gentle hunger, memorizing, savoring, anchoring himself in the way your body arched under his. His mouth followed in kind, lips brushing over your neck, your shoulders, your chest, not hurried, but with intention, with fire tempered by devotion.

"You are not temporary," he whispered against the dip of your collarbone, voice low and rough. "You are not replaceable. You are mine."

Your fingers tangled in his thick hair, pulling him closer as your thighs parted for him instinctively. The heat between you bloomed , slow and consuming, your breaths catching with every graze of his palm, every press of his hips, every groan that rumbled from his chest when you moaned his name like it was sacred.

He made love to you with a passion that bordered on desperate, not for pleasure alone, but to prove it, to pour every ounce of love, fear, longing, and possessiveness into you, into every thrust and whispered vow.

“Look at me,” he murmured against your lips as his pace deepened. “Feel how you’ve ruined me. There’s no future, no kingdom, no eternity I want without you in it.”

Your bodies moved together like waves, the rhythm sensual, molten, maddening. Every moment stretched, and yet passed too quickly, pleasure crashing down between gasped confessions and tangled limbs.

And when the release came, slow, drawn out, overwhelming, it shattered something in both of you. Your name fell from his lips like a prayer, and he held you through the tremors, your body shaking with more than just pleasure.

You clung to him afterward, skin damp and hearts racing. And still, he didn’t let you go.

He held you, strong arms wrapped around your bare form, his lips brushing soft promises against your temple as your breathing slowed, your eyelids fluttered.

And just before you drifted into sleep, his voice reached you one last time, warm and certain against your hair:

“Mine. For as long as time dares to move forward, so will I, with you.”

He held you through the hush of the early morning light. And long after.

[vylosinbound]

hi i love your writing and blog so much!! i got this idea just now of the seven om brothers reacting to mc calling them their “current boyfriend/husband” (like the trend!!) and i was wondering if you could please write some headcanons or a drabble (whichever is easier!) of how they would react to that?? thank you so much and i hope you’re having a good rest of your day!! :D

Heyy! Thank you so much for your sweet words, they really made my day! And well, let’s just say your request couldn’t have come at a better time! With the announcement of the new Obey Me game, this trend feels incredibly on point. So I thought: why not go full “husband” mode? I had so much fun writing this one, especially seeing how each of them would handle it.

Husband? Already?

The brothers when MC calls them their husband

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

Genre: Romantic fluff / teasing / emotional warmth

Inspired by a trending joke, MC casually refers to each of the brothers as their “husband.” Some are flustered, some smug, and others... might take it a bit too seriously.

LUCIFER

You catch him mid-paperwork when you offhandedly murmur, “My husband is working so hard today…”

The pen stills in his hand.

“I beg your pardon?” he says, though his voice is more curious than stern.

You glance up to see him studying you over his glasses, his expression unreadable, but the faintest flush colors his ears.

“Do you really understand what that word means, MC?” You tease him in return, but later that evening, he appears at your door. He’s brought you tea, a rare gesture from him.

“I’ve been thinking,” he begins quietly, “If I were truly your husband… I’d want to be the kind who listens. Who supports. Who makes you feel safe.”

You blink. He avoids your eyes. “So… if that’s what you meant, then yes. I’ll accept that title.”

MAMMON

You call him “my husband” in passing, maybe while introducing him to an exchange student.

Mammon.exe has stopped working.

“H-HUHUHUH?! H-HUSBAND?!”

He repeats the word like it’s physically attacking him, then tries to act cool about it thirty seconds later. “I mean, of course ya’d call me that! I am your first, after all…”

He becomes a hot mess for the rest of the day, stumbling over compliments, bringing you random gifts, and texting you “do ya rly mean it or were ya jokin?”

The next time you call him that, he beams like the sun. “Say it again. Just once more. Please.”

You say it. He melts.

LEVIATHAN

You’re in his room, watching an anime together. As he’s explaining something passionately, you smile and say, “You’re so cute, husband.”

Levi freezes.

The anime keeps playing.

He stares at the screen, pretending he didn’t hear it, but the deep pink blush blooming across his cheeks says otherwise.

“…I-I’m not worthy of such a high-ranking title!! I mean, husband?! That’s like, the SSR of relationships!!” But then he adds, quieter, “Unless… you really think I’d be a good one?”

He makes a custom character in one of his games named “MC’s Husband.” You don’t find out for weeks.

SATAN

You say it during a quiet moment, while handing him a cup of tea. “Here you go, husband.”

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking. “That’s a rather dangerous thing to say, MC.”

“Oh?” you reply playfully. “Why’s that?”

“Because now I’ll have to live up to that title.”

He begins casually incorporating husband-like gestures: walking you home every day, pulling your chair out, making sure your favorite books are stocked in the library.

You think he’s joking, until he pulls you into a slow dance in the middle of the study one night. “No ring yet,” he murmurs in your ear, “but someday?”

ASMODEUS

You joke about it while getting ready for a party. “Hurry up, husband, or we’ll be late!”

He squeals. “Husband?! HUSBAND? Oh MC, do you know what you’ve just done?”

He spins dramatically, grabbing his perfume and fluffing his hair. “Now we have to match! And I simply must take a thousand photos to commemorate our honeymoon-phase debut!”

He doesn’t let it go for days. He introduces himself at the party as your “future spouse” to anyone who’ll listen.

Later, in a quiet moment, he leans on your shoulder. “Even if it was just a joke… I liked hearing it from you.”

BEELZEBUB

You call him “my husband” while handing him a snack, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Beel stops chewing. Looks at you.

“…You really think I’d be good at being your husband?” You nod. He smiles shyly.

“I’d want to take care of you. Like you take care of me. That’s what a husband should do, right?”

He eats the rest of his burger quietly, but his eyes are softer than usual.

Later that day, he makes you a snack plate without being asked and simply says, “For my wife.” You’re not sure if he’s teasing or not, but your heart flips all the same.

BELPHEGOR

You call him “husband” while dragging him out of bed.

“Ugh… so demanding…” he groans, but his sleepy smirk says otherwise. “Is this how married life is supposed to be? You stealing my naps and my heart?”

You laugh and try to pull him up again, only for him to yank you back down and wrap his arms around you.

“Husbands get to cuddle their spouses whenever they want,” he murmurs into your neck. “And I’m not letting go until you say it again.”

You give in. He wins. Again.

[vylosinbound]

Hi!! I just stumbled upon your account:)) I really love your fics a lot! Mostly the fluff and angsty ones 🫶🏻 And I think if I remember correctly I saw that your requests are open? If so, I do have a request! ^^

The brothers with a Gender Neutral MC who is an artist/painter.

Ever since they arrived at devildom, MC would continue to paint and draw— and of course, an artist needs to have a muse right? So the brothers began noticing that MC always drew this seemingly random person, in their sketchbooks, paintings, and such. They never really asked about it, until they found out how the person that MC always paints/draws actually used to be MC’s former lover who has passed, and still mourns for that said lover, even having a locket necklace with their painted picture on it huhu.

This could be rather bittersweet/angsty, since the brothers has grown attached to MC, but also them finding out that MC still pretty much loves their former partner :,))

(You don’t need to do this if you don’t want to! So no pressure at all ☺️)

Ahhh, thank you so much for your lovely message! It honestly means the world to me that you enjoy my writin, and the fact that you took the time to send such a heartfelt request? Truly touched my heart. Thank you again for the trust. Sending you the biggest hug!

Painted in memory

The brothers with MC who is an artist/painter

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

Genre: Bittersweet / Angst / Soft Hurt-Comfort / Gn!MC

TW: Loss (mentioned), emotional vulnerability

The Brothers discovers a hidden part of MC’s past. The contents reveal a past love, a lost dream, or a version of the person they never knew existed. As emotions surface, the discoverer must decide: do they bring it up, or carry the secret alone? And how will this change their relationship moving forward?

LUCIFER

Lucifer first noticed it when he walked into the music room late one night, only to find you asleep on the couch, paintbrush still in hand, and a half-finished portrait resting against your knees. The subject wasn’t a demon, nor an angel, nor anyone he recognized.

At first, he said nothing. But then he saw more of them. Sketches tucked between books, half-rendered silhouettes on canvases, brush strokes soft with familiarity. Always the same face.

One evening, when you stepped away from the dining table, Mammon made a comment, half-joking, about your "mystery muse." You stiffened. Lucifer saw it. And when you finally told them, about the lover you lost in the human world, the one whose image you couldn't stop painting, whose memory lived in every color you used, he didn’t lecture. He just sat in silence, nodding once.

Later that night, he passed your room and noticed something had changed. The necklace you usually hid was resting outside your sketchbook now, open, vulnerable, with that painted face inside.

Lucifer didn’t ask questions. But his next gift to you was a new leather-bound sketchbook. It came with a note: "May your art always have a place, even when your heart aches."

MAMMON

He found the locket by accident, he was not snooping, no matter what you said later. He just happened to trip and land on your desk. And, well, the sketchbook was already open...

“Oi—who’s this?” he muttered aloud, flipping pages. Dozens of drawings. All the same person. At first he thought it was some anime actor. Then he realized how careful the strokes were. How every line was drawn like you were trying to remember.

The locket confirmed it.

You came in moments later. His eyes were wide, but he said nothing. Not at first. Then, quietly: “Ya still love ‘em, huh?”

You nodded. And Mammon’s heart cracked just a bit, not from jealousy, but something softer. He reached over and closed the sketchbook, placing the locket on top. “…They were lucky, y’know? Bein’ loved by someone like you.”

From that day on, he never said another word about the drawings. But he started carrying a little pack of your favorite paints whenever you two went anywhere. “Just in case,” he’d say. "Never know when inspiration hits."

LEVIATHAN

Levi caught a glimpse during a stream.

You were sitting behind him, doodling absentmindedly as he played. The moment he died in-game, he turned to whine, and saw what you were drawing.

Not a demon. Not a character. Just a soft, wistful face. “Who’s that?” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

You flinched.

The silence stretched long. Then you said it, quietly, like it still hurt. “Someone I used to love. They're… gone.”

Levi didn’t know what to say. Grief wasn’t something he could button-mash through. So he didn’t say much. He just scooted a little closer, handed you one of his fancy markers, and said:

“C-Color it in. I mean, if you want. I’ll shut up.”

After that, he started coding you a little visual archive, something private, just for your artwork. “For the memories,” he called it. And maybe… a way to keep them with you, without it hurting quite so much.

SATAN

Satan had always been curious. Observant. Analytical. So it wasn’t surprising he picked up on the way your fingers lingered over certain pages in your sketchbooks, the ones you never let anyone else flip through.

He waited. Patiently. Until the day he found you painting in the library, tucked between stacks of poetry books. You were quiet, focused. The figure on the canvas was serene. Familiar to you. A stranger to him.

He didn’t ask who it was. Not yet. Instead, he sat beside you, watching the way your hands moved, carefully, as if painting someone you were terrified of forgetting.

Later, over tea, you told him the truth. About the person you'd lost. The way they used to pose for your drawings. The way they smiled. How the grief still snuck up on you when you were least expecting it.

Satan didn’t offer hollow comfort. He simply listened.

And later, when you returned to your room, you found a rare poetry book sitting on your desk. Inside was a pressed flower and a bookmark labeled: "For your muse. They would’ve loved this one."

ASMODEUS

Asmo had noticed long before anyone else. How your paintings shifted tone when you worked alone. The way your eyes softened when you looked at certain portraits.

He thought maybe it was an old celebrity crush at first. Then, one evening, while you were painting in your room with music playing, you didn’t hear him come in. He saw the locket open beside your brushes. And he saw the tear that dropped onto your canvas.

His heart broke for you.

Later, after you told him everything, Asmo didn’t pry. He didn’t tease. He just pulled you into his arms and said, “No wonder your art is so beautiful… you painted it with love.”

He offered to help you create a shrine, something elegant and peaceful where your art could rest. A gallery of love, he called it. He even framed one of your favorite pieces himself.

And when you cried, he held you. “You don’t have to stop loving them,” he whispered. “There’s room in your heart for the past and the present. I promise.”

BEELZEBUB

Beel found one of the paintings by accident, he was helping you move canvases so you could make room for a new easel. One slipped from his arms, and he caught it before it could hit the floor.

The person in the painting looked peaceful. Familiar. Beel had seen that face before, in the way your eyes lost focus when you stared out the window too long. In the quiet sighs when no one else was looking.

He looked at you, and you nodded before he could even ask. “I miss them,” you said.

Beel didn’t say anything. He just sat beside you and offered half of his pastry. You took it. And for a while, that was enough.

Later, he asked if he could carry one of your drawings with him. “So they’re with me too,” he said. “They were someone you loved. That makes them important to me.”

BELPHEGOR

Belphie noticed when you were painting late into the night. Again. He was supposed to be napping, but your light had stayed on too long. When he finally opened one eye, he saw the figure on your canvas.

“You’ve drawn them before,” he said sleepily. “Do you dream about them too?” You flinched, but nodded.

You told him everything. Belphie didn’t say much. Just rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “…It sucks, doesn’t it?” he mumbled. “Loving someone who’s not here.” You didn’t respond. But he knew you understood.

After that, he’d nap in your art room sometimes. Not to bother you, just to be there. Quiet, grounding. And once, you found him asleep with your sketchbook in his hands, cradled to his chest like something precious.

He never said it out loud. But from then on, he started painting stars with you. Not your muse, but you. You in the sky, you in dreams.

As if to say: “You’re still here. So I will be too.”

[vylosinbound]

Hi! Could I request Lucifer relationship headcanons with a cursed human female reader? Sfw and nsfw, please and thank you!

Absolutely, Lucifer is literally MY FAVORITE so I’m totally down for this!!

His cursed beloved

Lucifer with a cursed Female!MC

Characters: Lucifer, Female!MC

Genre: NFSW / emotional bond / Romantic

How would Lucifer behave in a relationship with a cursed human woman? Explore the way he reacts to her condition, protects her, and navigates the emotional and physical sides of their bond.

LUCIFER

SFW

• Lucifer quickly senses something’s different about you, the aura of a curse clings to your soul like smoke. Though he tries to remain detached, he can’t stop himself from keeping a watchful eye on you. Always.

• The moment he learns about your curse, he starts poring over ancient grimoires and forbidden texts to find a counterspell, never telling you how many sleepless nights he’s spent in the library.

• He’ll never say it, but you’ll find he always stands between you and any potential threat. If the curse manifests in pain, bad luck, or strange phenomena, he quietly makes sure your surroundings are under control.

• You may carry a dark weight, but to him, you are light. On your worst days, he holds you close in his study, classical music humming softly while he works, just so you can feel safe in his presence.

• He says it once, in a rare vulnerable moment, voice low and eyes steady. “Whatever this curse has done to you, it does not define you. And it will not take you from me.”

NFSW

• Lucifer is meticulous in bed, dominant, but always aware of your boundaries. He uses intimacy as a way to both ground and claim you, proving to the curse that your body and soul are his to cherish.

• Sometimes, your curse reacts to pleasure, glowing marks, magical static, whispers only you and he can hear. He finds it fascinating and learns how to use that to heighten your shared experiences.

• Even in the heat of passion, he’s attuned to how the curse affects you. After intense intimacy, he bathes you himself or lays you down in his sheets, whispering reassurances and promises laced with unshakable devotion.

• He’s not one to express vulnerability often, but in the dark, you’ll hear him whisper against your skin: “You are mine. No curse, no fate, no god will ever change that.”

• There’s a night he uses a forbidden ritual to bind your soul to his in a moment of climax, not to trap you, but to make sure you’ll never be alone in this world again. It’s both magical and deeply emotional.

[vylosinbound]

When demons meet baby photos:

The side characters' first time seeing baby MC

Part two

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Raphael, Thirteen, Mephistopheles.

Genre: Fluff / Humor / Slice of life / Female!MC

During a sleepover at MC’s childhood home in the human world, the side characters stumble upon a folder of baby pictures and home videos. Chaos, teasing, and unexpected softness ensue as each of them reacts differently to seeing MC in her tiniest, purest form.

DIAVOLO

During an official visit to MC’s human home, Diavolo politely asked if he could see some childhood photos. He was fascinated by human customs and the growth of mortals.

Mammon, of course, was already prepared. “Already backed up!” he exclaimed, handing Diavolo a curated selection: MC in an inflatable pool, MC sleeping in a box full of stuffed animals, MC with spaghetti all over their hair.

Diavolo was touched.

“Just look at them! So full of life… and spaghetti! Barbatos, can we print this? I want a copy in my study.” Barbatos nodded patiently, while the Prince laughed like a child.

“I want to know EVERYTHING about your childhood, MC. When did you start walking? What was your favorite food? Did you ever stick your finger in a socket? You survived, so I guess yes!”

That evening, it was Diavolo who suggested, “Next time… let’s have a pajama night with childhood videos. I want to see everything

BARBATOS

It wasn’t Mammon who showed him the photos. Barbatos had already seen them.

In the flow of time, he had glimpsed versions of them. Flashes. Reflections. But never so directly. When MC invited him to spend time in the human world, he took a moment to discreetly explore the bookshelf.

He found a handmade picture book, with faded drawings and photos taped inside. One showed MC covered in flour, trying to knead cookie dough. Others captured ordinary moments: the first day of preschool, a fever with a thermometer in their mouth, a plush toy hugged too tightly.

Barbatos brushed a page lightly with his fingers. “Even the oldest time preserves the sweetest memories,” he said quietly.

And when MC found him looking, they weren’t upset. Because Barbatos hadn’t invaded their privacy. He was guarding, just as he always had.

“May I keep a copy,” he asked, smiling sweetly.

SOLOMON

Solomon, with centuries behind him, wasn’t easily moved. But when MC handed him an old DVD with a simple, “Here. Mom said you had to see this,” he couldn’t say no.

He played it on a laptop. Sat down. Watched. MC, maybe two years old. Sitting on the floor with a tablecloth draped over their head like a cape. Pretending to cast spells with a toy wand.

“ I magic. Now! Woooooshhh!”

A giggle. Then a tumble. Then a “I’m okay!!” followed by solitary applause. Solomon smiled softly. Not mockingly. With real, deep tenderness.

“Ah… so it was fate.”

SIMEON

Simeon was helping MC with boxes in the attic. He found an old camcorder. “Oh, does this still work?” he asked curiously. MC nodded. They inserted the tape.

A young MC was reciting a nursery rhyme from memory, sitting on a rug, hands clasped as if in prayer, eyes closed.

“For mommy, for daddy, for my teddy bear. And for the angels. Bye bye.”

Simeon placed a hand over his heart. Then looked at MC. “There’s nothing purer than such a simple prayer. Your light… it already existed back then. I’m glad I got to meet you today too.”

The videotape is now kept in a box decorated by Simeon himself, with a note: “A Memory of Heaven on Earth.”

RAPHAEL

Raphael had been invited to dinner at MC’s home. A quiet evening, they said. But Mammon was there, so “quiet” was a lie.

“HEY RAPH! Look at this!” Mammon yelled, literally throwing the D.D.D. into the angel’s hands.

Raphael caught it midair, ready to destroy it. But then he saw.

A small, smiling MC sitting on a flower-dotted lawn, hugging a white bunny with all their might. Their hair was tousled by the wind, cheeks round, the sound of their giggle in the background.

Raphael said nothing for a moment. Then he gently set the D.D.D. on the table, looking at MC sitting across from him. “The light you had back then is the same you carry now,” he said simply. “Just… more aware.”

It was hard to tell whether he was smiling or just reflecting. But that night, he set that moment as his D.D.D. background.

THIRTEEN

“MC!!”

Thirteen had barged in uninvited (as always) and was poking around everywhere. Mammon had told her about some “adorable stuff” in MC’s room, and being as competitive as she is, she had to judge for herself.

She opened a random drawer. Found an old album. And the moment she opened it, she let out a shriek.

“NO. NO, WAIT. THIS WAS YOU?” The photo showed a tiny MC in a bee costume, desperately trying to lift a spoon bigger than their face.

“PFFFFT!! This is literally an emotional trap! A CUTENESS TRAP!” She laughed so hard she tripped on a blanket. Then she ran out to show everyone. She even tried to recreate the photo herself, dressed as a bee.

“What do you say, MC? Let’s do a new version now!”

MEPHISTO

Mephistopheles did not enjoy being disturbed during afternoon tea, especially when in the company of his beloved Devildom Weekly. He was sitting in the living room of MC’s human-world home, sipping a modest Darjeeling, when his D.D.D. began to vibrate insistently.

From: Mammon

“Oh my Devil… you HAVE to SEE this.”

With an exasperated sigh, he opened the message. A photo loaded slowly, followed by a video.

His gaze locked on it.

A tiny MC, maybe four years old at most, was dressed in a miniature tuxedo, crooked toy glasses perched on their nose, and a notepad in hand, “interviewing” their dog with a microphone made of tin foil.

“Mr. Woofy, what do you think about the stolen cookie?” The dog barked. MC nodded very seriously. “Very interesting. Thank you for your testimony.”

Mephisto sat still for a long second. Then he let out a restrained but sincere laugh. “I must say, you already had an admirable stage presence, MC,” he said, hiding a smile behind his teacup.

He saved the video. Wrote a personal note: “Potential journalist.” Of course, he’d never admit it, but on particularly stressful days at RAD, he watches it on loop.

@fandomlover011

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Hey again!! Hope you're having a great day/night<33

I got an idea that's been on my mind for a while :):)

(If that's okay with you, can you write it as a drabble? Or short fic?)

What about the demon brothers as well as the side characters if possible are invited to Female!MC's House in the human world to have a sleepover! and one of them found her baby pictures (most probably it's be mammon lol) + she got videos on her laptop or smth when she was also baby/toddler maybe one at the beach, one wearing an onesie, yk I think it'd be soo adorable ☺️☺️

Thank you sm in advance<3<3

Hey hey!

Thank you so much for dropping by again, I couldn’t stop smiling while writing it. Since it turned out way longer than expected, I’m starting with the brothers first!

But don’t worry, part two is absolutely on the way with the side characters. Hope you enjoy!

When demons meet baby photos:

The brothers' first time seeing baby MC

Part one

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

Genre: Fluff / Humor / Slice of life / Female!MC

During a sleepover at MC’s childhood home in the human world, the demon brothers stumble upon a folder of baby pictures and home videos. Chaos, teasing, and unexpected softness ensue as each of them reacts differently to seeing MC in her tiniest, purest form.

LUCIFER

Lucifer was setting the kitchen table in MC's house when his D.D.D. pinged with an image from Mammon. At first, he ignored it, he had no time for his brothers' usual nonsense. But Mammon sent a second message.

“YO. This is gold. Click it, Lucifer. Trust me.”

He sighed, adjusting his gloves as he picked up the device. The screen lit up. A baby. No, MC. In an oversized red hoodie, crawling across a plush rug, eyes wide and focused, their tiny fists clutching a plastic toy phone. Their cheeks were flushed, and their expression? Pure determination, like they were on a mission only they understood.

Lucifer blinked. For a moment, silence. Then a quiet huff of amusement escaped him. “...Of course,” he murmured. “So even back then, you were stubborn.”

The next image loaded without prompt: MC sleeping in a sunbeam on a pillow that dwarfed them, hugging a small plush sheep. The peacefulness in their face, the innocence of it, it tugged at something buried deep in Lucifer’s chest.

He downloaded it. Quietly. Without comment.

Later that evening, as he sat on the living room couch, MC noticed that he himself was looking at his screen with a subtle smile, he didn’t flinch.

“Sentimental? Me?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s only for leverage, obviously. You never know when you’ll need to win an argument.” But the next time you accidentally left your D.D.D. unattended, you noticed a new album.

“MC – Protected.”

Password locked.

MAMMON

Mammon had no business being in your room. Technically. But hey, it wasn’t snooping if he was just checking you hadn’t left your wallet around, right?

What he didn’t expect was the little flash drive sticking halfway out from under your pillow. Of course, he took it. Plugged it right into his own D.D.D. because privacy laws are a myth.

And then he screamed.

The video started with MC, tiny, maybe a year and a half, waddling through a garden in a dinosaur onesie. They tripped over a tulip. Fell flat. Then popped back up with a triumphant “RAWR!” that could barely be heard over their own giggles.

Mammon clutched his chest like he was dying.

“WHAT THE HELL?! WHY’RE YOU SO—SO—?!”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Just shoved open the common room door, D.D.D. held high. “EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.”

Mammon proceeded to show them every single file on the flash drive, laughing, crying, yelling about your “genius” choices in toddler hats. He watched the video where you tried to eat spaghetti with your hands twelve times.

When you caught him later, cheeks flushed, misty-eyed and muttering “Yer still my lil’ menace… can’t believe you were this smol,” you asked if he was okay. He made the video his lock screen. He denies it to this day.

LEVIATHAN

Levi was deep into a raid when the image flashed across his screen.

Mammon: “bet you’ve NEVER seen anything this cute”

He groaned. “I’m literally tanking, you normie!”

But he clicked it anyway.

What greeted him was a photo of MC, around three years old, standing in front of a kiddie pool. Their hair was soaked. Their tiny hand held a plastic sea serpent. Glitter clung to their cheeks. They were grinning, one front tooth missing.

Levi dropped his controller.

“WH—WHA—!!” he stuttered, practically falling out of his chair. He began pacing, flailing wildly. “How is this real?! Were you born to be anime?!”

An hour later, his room was covered in digital printouts of the photo, lovingly framed with titles like “MC-chan: Episode Zero” and “Glitter Level: MAX”. He made an entire moodboard. He created a digital shrine.

When you visited later and asked why his screen was cycling baby photos of you like a magical girl intro sequence, he looked away, cheeks red.

“I-It’s for inspiration. Yeah. Totally. Inspiration…” He never stopped using “Glitter Pool MC” as his loading screen background.

SATAN

Satan had always found human homes oddly comforting, cluttered, warm, full of little forgotten stories.

He wandered the hallway of MC’s childhood house with a quiet curiosity, fingertips brushing the spines of old storybooks stacked on shelves and photographs hung slightly askew. Then he found it: a small wicker box labeled “MC’s Early Years.”

He opened it.

Inside, nestled between soft baby booties and crayon drawings, was a faded photo. Baby MC, no older than two, sitting in a pile of open books, one upside-down in their lap, pointing at the pictures with furrowed brows as if trying to decode a great mystery.

He sat down, entranced. Another photo showed them with a paper crown, surrounded by stuffed animals, mid-speech, commanding an imaginary kingdom. Satan’s lips curled into a genuine smile. “You’ve always had a flair for drama, haven’t you?”

He spent the next hour quietly exploring the box like a sacred archive. One video, in particular, made him pause: toddler MC babbling animatedly to a cat while holding a board book, pretending to read aloud. "You were trying to teach it to read," he whispered.

Later that night, he returned to the box. Not for research. Just to sit beside it on the carpet and smile at the soft evidence that even then, you were chaotic, curious, and lovable.

When you found him there and asked what he was doing, he looked up, surprisingly honest. “You were... adorable. But more than that, you were you, even then.”

He didn’t need blackmail. He was just quietly enchanted.

ASMODEUS

Asmo’s shriek could’ve cracked glass.

“I CAN’T—I CAN’T—YOU WERE SO. TINY.”

He clutched the framed photo to his chest like it was holy. “Look at this baby! Look at that SKIN! That perfect plump cheek! The pose! The accessories!”

You winced. “Asmo, that was literally a Halloween costume. I was a turnip.”

“A STYLISH turnip, darling! You were ahead of your time!” Asmodeus dragged you to your childhood bedroom, dug through boxes, and uncovered a glittery plastic tiara and a rainbow feather boa. He gasped.

“You WORE this?! Oh we are recreating this. Right. Now.”

You spent the next hour wrapped in childhood clothes while Asmo snapped dozens of photos, cooing and giggling.

But then he found a video, baby MC dancing in front of a mirror, clapping and spinning, cheeks red, singing nonsense songs to themselves.

He fell silent. “…You were glowing.”

He didn't speak for a while after that. He just watched the video on repeat, hand over his heart, eyes misty. “Even then,” he murmured later, when you caught him in your room watching it again, “you knew how to make someone fall for you.”

He uploaded a filtered baby pic to Devilgram, just your hand clutching a tiny rattle, captioned: “Even before you knew what beauty was, you were it.” He added a heart emoji. Then made it his lock screen.

BEELZEBUB

Beel followed the scent of something sweet and comforting into the kitchen, only to find MC’s father offering him a slice of homemade banana bread and a seat at the table.

“MC used to love helping with this,” their dad said fondly. “Though... most of it ended up on the floor.”

Beel took a bite, and froze. Memory hit like a wave. The flavor was warm and familiar. He didn’t understand how, until the father chuckled and pulled out a photo album from the counter drawer.

He opened to a page: baby MC in a high chair, covered head to toe in banana batter, proudly holding a spoon like a trophy. Beel smiled. “You still make that face when you eat something you like,” he said quietly.

He looked through every page slowly, reverently. Photos of toddler MC chasing bubbles in the yard. Of them hugging their baby sibling. Of them asleep on the couch, surrounded by cookie crumbs.

When you came in and found him still at the table, he looked up with a half-eaten slice of bread in one hand and a photo in the other. “I think I want to learn to make this with you,” he said. “So we can bake... and make new memories.”

You gave him the photo of baby-you with the spoon. He keeps it tucked into the back of his protein bar drawer.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie hadn’t moved in half an hour. He was lying across your childhood bed, nose buried in one of your old plush blankets, a cow-patterned stuffed animal tucked under his chin. The room was dim and cozy, just the way he liked it.

But then he noticed something sticking out from under the pillow.

A polaroid.

You, barely more than a baby, sprawled in a crib with the same stuffed cow, mouth open, drooling on the pillow, one leg dangling dramatically over the edge. He snorted. “So dramatic even in your sleep, huh?”

He wandered out to the hallway where the others were watching videos. You were no older than three, curled up in a laundry basket full of towels, fast asleep, snoring softly. "That’s adorable,” he said. “...And accurate.” Later, you found him curled up under the same childhood blanket, watching a looped video of baby-you napping in increasingly weird places, inside a dog bed, halfway off a beanbag, under the kitchen table.

He pulled you down beside him, wrapped the blanket around you both. “You still do that,” he mumbled sleepily. “Fall asleep wherever I am.” His voice was barely audible as he closed his eyes.

“I think I liked you even back then... and I didn’t even know it.”

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If requests are still open would you do some soft Satan nsfw? If you wanna!

Ohhh yes, soft Satan NSFW? I’m on it!

Addictive

Satan, soft NSFW Headcanons

Characters: Satan x Gn!MC

Genre: Romantic / Erotic / soft / NSFW!

What is Satan like in bed? He’s passionate? controlled? A bit dominant?

SATAN

• He makes it feel sacred. Satan doesn’t rush. Sex with him is a slow-burning ritual, laced with reverence. He’ll undress you like he’s unwrapping something forbidden, savoring every gasp, every shiver, every inch of exposed skin like it’s a line of poetry only he’s allowed to read.

• Foreplay is his playground. He lives in the moments before. Long kisses that leave you dizzy, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thighs, lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “You’re already shaking, and I haven’t even started.” And he’ll tease. He loves teasing. Tongue, hands, words, all used with cruel precision, making you beg just the way he wants to hear.

• He talks, and it ruins you. His voice drops a full octave, soft but commanding. “You are doing good,” he purrs when you moan for him. “Say that again.” When he’s inside you, he tells you everything, what he feels, what you look like, how tightly you’re gripping him. It’s never vulgar. It’s deliberate. Measured. Devastating.

• Eye contact is non-negotiable. Satan needs to see you. Wants you squirming under the weight of his gaze. And if you try to look away? He’ll tilt your chin up with his fingers, brushing his thumb over your lips. “Eyes on me. Let me see how good I make you feel.”

• Possessiveness in whispers. He doesn’t need to yell. His need to claim you slips through in soft growls and restrained thrusts. “You’re mine,” he breathes at your throat. “No one else will ever know you like this.” And when your pact mark pulses under his touch? His restraint snaps, just a little.

• Aftercare is woven into every move. He kisses you. Brushes your hair back. Pulls you into his chest, letting his heartbeat lull you. But there’s hunger even in the quiet moments, a possessive hand still wrapped around your waist, lips ghosting over your shoulder. “You exhaust me… in the most addictive way.”

Mini scene:

Your back hits the mattress with a soft thud, and Satan’s body follows you down like he belongs there. His shirt is half unbuttoned, revealing his collarbones, his chest, and a hint of something feral in the way his eyes lock on yours.

“I was trying to read,” he murmurs, but his mouth is already tracing kisses down your sternum. “But all I could think about was you, that look you gave me earlier. Do you know what you do to me?” His fingers slip under your waistband. His touch is light, maddeningly so. You arch against him, and he smiles, slow, and too full of promise.

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Slipping into sleep

MC falls asleep in front of the brothers

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

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life / Comfort

In the Devildom, it’s always night, and for a human like MC, the lack of sunlight can become exhausting. With different rhythms and endless-feeling days, it’s not unusual for MC to suddenly collapse onto someone… even at the most unexpected moments.

How would each brother react?

LUCIFER

A soft, elegant melody played in the background, keeping you company alongside two glasses of fine demonus, one of Lucifer’s favorites. In his study, your voice had grown quieter and quieter until you finally gave in, leaning against his shoulder with a slow, deep breath.

Lucifer paused mid-sentence, his gaze drifting down to you.

“...Really? Now?”

he sighed softly, though a small, fond smile tugged at his lips.

The truth was, the warmth of your body against his affected him more than he cared to admit.

He watched you for a moment, then set his pen aside and slid an arm around you, pulling you closer to better support you.

“...You’re so fragile sometimes. But with me, you’re allowed to be.” His voice was low, barely above a whisper.

Lucifer continued his work with careful composure, though every so often, his eyes would flicker back to you, as if to make sure you were still breathing easily.

MAMMON

You were lying together on the couch, watching one of his favorite movies (a loud, over-the-top action flick), and Mammon was in the middle of an animated rant about how he could "take that guy down in five seconds flat", when he felt a soft breath against his chest.

You had completely collapsed, curled up against him. "Hey... MC...? You even listenin’—oh..."

His cheeks instantly flared bright red. Mammon bit his lip, barely holding back the urge to wake you up just to see that confused little face of yours. Instead, he tightened his arms around you, heart pounding wildly.

"Sleep tight, babe..."

The words were whispered so quietly he was sure you couldn't hear them, a sweetness he only ever let slip when he thought you were fast asleep.

LEVIATHAN

You had been gaming in his room, surrounded by piles of plushies and anime merch. At some point, your controller slipped from your hands, and you slumped against him, fast asleep. Levi froze instantly, his entire body stiff with panic.

"O-OMG... MC?! W-what do I do?!"

He was sweating bullets, heart racing, mentally flipping through every "how to handle sleeping MC" trope he had ever read in fanfics. Finally, he cautiously, so cautiously, laid a trembling hand on your hair, stroking gently.

"I-it's fine... you can sleep on me if you want..."

His voice was barely a whisper, but the tips of his ears were burning bright pink.

SATAN

You were reading with him in his room. His voice, calm and deep as he read aloud, had an almost magical way of lulling you to sleep. Without warning, you leaned against him, your breathing slow and even.

Satan noticed immediately and smiled to himself. "You really are precious, MC."

Without a word, he pulled a blanket around you and kept reading, this time just for you. His voice softened even further, a silent promise to guard your dreams.

ASMODEUS

Asmo had been showing you some new skincare products, excitedly chatting about face masks and beauty routines. You leaned into him, clearly exhausted.

He gasped, then giggled softly. "Aww, my darling MC… completely worn out! So cute!"

With infinite care, he repositioned you comfortably against him, running his fingers through your hair in slow, affectionate strokes.

Every now and then, he pressed tiny kisses to your forehead.

"Sleep well, love. You're in the best hands possible."

BEELZEBUB

Beel was munching on a snack after training when you slumped beside him, yawning.

He noticed right away when you leaned into his side, falling asleep without a second thought.

"Oh... MC fell asleep?"

He set his food down quietly and wrapped his massive arm around you like a protective wall.

Beel didn't even dare to move too much, afraid to disturb you. He simply sat there, holding you gently, feeling the slow rhythm of your breathing against him.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie was already half-asleep, of course. But when you curled up against him and buried your face in his chest, a smug little smile appeared on his lips. Without even opening his eyes, he tightened his arms around you, pulling you even closer.

"Yeah... right where you belong..."

He nuzzled against your hair, completely content, and let himself drift into sleep with you tangled securely in his arms.

[vylosinbound]

Hi it’s me again I love the last request so I have a other mammon with a reader with abandonment issues please and thank you it’s its ok

Hi! It means a lot that you enjoyed the last request! I absolutely loved writing for Mammon again ♡.

Not going anywhere

Mammon x MC with abandonment issues

Characters: Mammon x Gn!MC.

Genre: hurt-comfort / fluff / soft angst.

MC carries quiet fears of being left behind, echoes from a past filled with people who walked away. But Mammon, for all his loud bluster and goofy charm, notices. He may not have the right words, but he’s got loyalty in his bones, and he’s determined to show MC what it means to be truly chosen, and never left behind.

MAMMON

• Mammon may act like he’s clueless, but he’s sharp when it comes to your emotions. The moment you go quiet or pull back, he notices. He doesn't always know why, but he knows something’s off.

• He won’t say “I won’t leave you” in a serious tone, but he’ll whine, “Oi, don’t go thinkin’ I’d ditch ya, alright?” while wrapping you in his arms and nuzzling into your neck like it's no big deal.

• He shows love through action more than words. He’s always there, waiting after class, staying on call even when you say “you’re fine,” and low-key threatening anyone who makes you feel replaceable.

• When he finds out what caused your fear of abandonment, Mammon gets furious, but not at you. “Who the hell made ya feel like that?” he spits, jaw clenched. He wants names. He’s not letting them near you again.

• He becomes the most affectionate version of himself. Shoulder bumps, hands brushing yours, looping his tail around you when you sit on the couch, he needs you to know he’s not going anywhere.

• If your fear flares and you try to push him away first, Mammon doesn’t snap back. He just stands there, brows furrowed, voice low. “I ain’t leavin’. Ya hear me? I’m not like them.”

• He’ll show up randomly with a trinket “saw this and thought of you.” It’s his way of saying I remembered you, you matter, you’re still on my mind. Sometimes it’s a plushie. Sometimes it’s something expensive. Always sincere.

• He’s not perfect. He screws up, says dumb things. But he never stops showing up. With time, you start to believe maybe… just maybe… this demon will always come back.

• One night, quietly, he admits: “I always thought people would leave me, too.” That moment bonds you deeper. You hold each other like lifelines, understanding each other better than anyone else could.

• Eventually, he takes your hand, and says, “Even if the Devildom crumbles, I’ll still find you. I swear it.”

[vylosinbound]

if requests are open i'd love to see some mephisto fluff hehhehe.. maybe he's drained from a house of lords meeting and needs some comfort/affection ?? or honestly id be happy with anything mephisto related <3

thank you so much for your lovely request! You have great taste, Mephisto absolutely deserves all the fluff and affection. I hope you enjoy these comforting little headcanons for him!

A soft place to fall

comforting mephisto after house of lords meeting

Characters: Mephisto x Gn!Mc

Genre: Fluff / Comfort

After yet another exhausting session at the House of Lords, Mephisto comes home drained and irritable. But with one look at you, your open arms, your gentle smile, his defenses begin to melt. Maybe he just need you to feel at peace.

MEPHISTO

• The door slams a little too hard when Mephisto enters, sehe doesn’t mean to, but the tension from the meeting is still crawling down his spine. You glance up from the sofa, and he doesn’t say a word. Just walks over and collapses dramatically beside you, letting his head fall into your lap like it belongs there.

• His gloves are still on. You gently pull them off, finger by finger. He watches silently as you place them on the coffee table. His hands are cold. You kiss his knuckles. “You did good today,” you whisper. He closes his eyes.

• Mephisto doesn’t want tea or dinner. What he wants is warmth, your hand on his chest, your palm on his cheek, the weight of your body leaning on him as if to remind him he’s here now, not in that cursed chamber full of arguing nobles.

• When he rests his head on your shoulder, you feel it, the slight tremble in his exhale. He doesn’t cry, never cries, but in that breath there’s frustration, exhaustion, and a silent gratitude for your presence. You don’t speak. You just kiss the top of his head and let him breathe.

• He pretends he’s fine. He always does. You see it in the way he sits perfectly upright, legs crossed, voice steady. But when you kneel in front of him and touch his face, the tension breaks. “You're allowed to rest too, you know.” His lips part, then close. He leans into your touch.

• He takes your hand and kisses your wrist. “You always wait for me,” he says softly, his voice missing its usual edge. “I don't deserve that kind of kindness.” You shake your head. “You deserve more than kindness, Mephisto.” For once, he doesn���t argue.

• You run your fingers through his hair until his breathing slows. His pride keeps him from asking for affection, but when you offer it, he soaks it in like rain after a drought. He melts under your touch, sighing out the remains of the day.

• Later, you find him dozing with his head on your lap, your fingers still tangled in his hair. He stirs only when you shift. “Don’t go,” he murmurs, half-asleep. “Not yet.” You don’t. You stay as long as he needs.

[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.”

[vylosinbound]

Hiii<333

If requests are open, can you write drabble of Obey me bros + Diavolo (if that's okay) × fem! Shy Reader.

She's kind of shy at first and doesn't talk much until she gets comfortable to those around her and open up more about herself, etc.

If not interested, it's totally fine<33

Thank you in advance<<333

Thank you so much for your request, it was honestly such a pleasure to work on it! I made sure to keep the softness and a tiny bit of suggestiveness ♡

I'm so happy you trusted me with your idea! Hope you’ll enjoy it! Feel free to request again anytime!

Delicate hearts:

The brothers' and Diavolo with a shy MC

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + Diavolo

Genre: Soft Romance / Fluff / Slightly suggestive / Comfort / Tender moments / Female MC

MC is shy and needs time to open up. At first, they speak very little and get embarrassed easily, but once they start to feel safe with them, they slowly begin to act more confident. Some interactions may become a little more intimate, but always in a natural and gentle way!

LUCIFER

At first, Lucifer had only observed you quietly from behind his desk, the way you avoided his eyes, how your voice turned breathless when you answered him.

It amused him, the way you shrank under his authority, but a part of him... a darker, greedier part... wanted more.

Wanted you to stop flinching and start needing him.

It happened slowly.

One evening, you approached him in his study, papers in hand, but instead of placing them on his desk, you stepped close, so close your scent curled into his senses.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

You stood there, biting your lip, before daring to lift your gaze to his. "Lucifer... can I stay with you for a while?" The restraint in him snapped like a taut string.

Without a word, he stood, towering over you. His gloved hand slid under your chin, tilting your face upward.

"You have no idea," he murmured, his voice a molten rumble, "how long I've waited for you to come to me like this."

The kiss he pressed to your forehead was deceptively gentle, a warning of everything he was holding back.

MAMMON

Mammon always noticed how you clung to the edges of the room when you first arrived, nervous, quiet, eyes darting away when he caught you looking.

It killed him a little inside, honestly.

"Why's she actin' like I'm scary or somethin'...?" he'd mutter under his breath, watching you with a soft, confused frown.

He wanted to be close to you so badly, but he was terrified of spooking you.

But today was different. You came up to him, tugging gently at his sleeve, your fingers barely grazing his jacket. "Mammon... can I hold onto you for a bit?" you whispered, voice trembling with courage. Mammon stared like you'd just flipped his world upside down.

"Wha—? Yeah! I mean, yeah, 'course, c'mere!" In a heartbeat, he scooped you up against his chest, strong arms wrapping you up completely. You could feel his heart racing under your cheek.

"D-dumb human," he mumbled, his hands stroking your back with surprising tenderness, "ya don’t gotta ask... ya can hold onto me as long as ya want." He tried so hard to act cool, but you noticed the way his fingers twitched, like he was desperate.

"Y'can't just look at me like that and not expect me to do somethin' about it..." he muttered, words hot against the crown of your head.

He hugged you tighter, like he was afraid you'd slip away.

LEVIATHAN

Levi couldn't deal with how you were so shy around him, skittering like a startled rabbit whenever he spoke too loudly or got too close. Part of him wanted to curl into a ball and die from guilt...The other part wanted to earn your trust so badly it made his chest ache.

And then one evening, as he streamed quietly in his room, you shuffled over, blanket in hand, cheeks burning. "Levi... c-can I sit with you?" You didn’t wait for an answer, you just tucked yourself beside him, snuggling under his arm.

Levi’s brain completely blue-screened. "M-MC... you're gonna kill me..." he stuttered, voice cracking.

But he didn’t push you away. Instead, he trembled slightly, wrapping the blanket around you both, with barely contained excitement.

You nuzzled into his side, and Levi squeezed his eyes shut, savoring the feeling like it was the greatest loot drop of his life. He let out a choked noise halfway between a whimper and a sob, curling his trembling fingers shyly around yours, feeling like he was about to pass out from happiness.

SATAN

Satan noticed everything,the way your voice softened around him, the way you hesitated before touching his hand, the way you seemed to hold your breath in his presence.

He wanted to be patient, to let you come to him... but sometimes, it was agonizing. He longed to see you look at him without fear.

Books surrounded the two of you, but Satan had long since stopped reading. His eyes were solely focused on you, how your fingers brushed the pages delicately, how your lips moved soundlessly as you read.

You caught him staring, and your cheeks flushed prettily.

Satan only smiled, slow and deliberate, setting his book aside. "You have no idea, do you?" he said, voice a soft purr. "How dangerous it is... to look at me like that."

He leaned forward, bracing one arm behind you, effectively trapping you against the couch. The corner of his mouth lifted in a playful smirk as he leaned in, until your noses almost brushed.

"Careful, kitten. I might not be able to resist if you keep tempting me like this."

But he didn’t kiss you, not yet. He let you feel the heat between you first, savoring the way you trembled under his gaze.

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus adored your shyness, it was delicious, it made him want to coax every little sweet reaction from you. But he was careful, never pushing too hard, always waiting for you to bloom on your own terms.

Still, he dreamed of the day you would run into his arms willingly.

"Darling, you’re blushing again..." Asmo teased gently, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger. He adored how shy you were, how easily he could make your heart race with a single look.

Leaning closer, he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with maddening softness.

"You know," he murmured, voice dripping honey, "you really shouldn’t make yourself look so delicious if you don't want to be eaten up."

You squeaked, pulling back instinctively, but Asmo only laughed, warm, fond. He leaned in again, this time pressing a teasing kiss just under your jawline, grinning when he felt you shiver.

"Mmm, adorable. I could worship you forever, my sweet MC."

BEELZEBUB

Beel always watched you like you were something precious. Not like food, never like that, but like a delicate treasure he was scared to break.

You sat beside him now, half-eating your snack, half-offering him bites shyly. Beel accepted every one, his large hand brushing yours intentionally longer each time.

"You're too good to me," he rumbled, voice deep and rough.

When your hands touched again, and you didn't pull away, Beel hesitated for half a second, then carefully linked his fingers with yours.

"Can I hold you, too?" he asked, voice so gentle it made your chest ache.

When you nodded shyly, Beel gathered you against him with stunning tenderness, cradling you like you were something sacred.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie noticed how you tiptoed around him at first, your natural shyness making you wary of getting too close. He found it amusing, but also a little endearing. Still, he wanted you to want him, to trust him enough to let your guard down.

You found Belphie lying on the attic couch, one arm lazily draped over his forehead.

Without a word, you climbed beside him, curling up at his side.

Belphie cracked an eye open, smirking when he saw you.

"You're bold today, MC," he teased, voice raspy with sleep. When you shyly hid your face against his chest, he chuckled low and warm.

He wrapped both arms around you, pulling you closer until there was no space left.

"Mmm... you’re soft... perfect," he mumbled against your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head.

His hands drifted slowly up and down your spine, lazy and possessive, as if memorizing the shape of you in his arms.

DIAVOLO

At first, Diavolo had kept his distance out of respect, he saw how easily your cheeks colored, how small you seemed when you stood beside him. It stirred something primal inside him, something he barely managed to keep leashed.

You hadn't meant to end up alone with Diavolo in the palace garden, but here you were, seated on a low stone bench, drinking one of the best teas Barbatos could make as the prince towered over you, laughing softly. Some time had passed, and you were definitely more confident.

"You're trembling," he observed, tilting his head curiously. You flushed harder, unable to meet his golden eyes.

Diavolo knelt down in front of you, massive hands resting lightly on your knees. "I'm not going to hurt you," he promised, voice thick and warm.

Leaning in closer, his hand brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, fingertips ghosting along your jawline.

"But you should know..." he whispered, his mouth so close you could feel the heat of it, "when you look at me like that, you make it very, very hard to behave."

He didn't touch you more than that, not yet, but the heavy, heated look he gave you said everything he didn’t.

[vylosinbound]

Welcome to Sinbound – Obey Me! fanfic zone

Hey there!

This blog is all about my Obey Me! obsession, writing stories that range from emotional devastation to soft cuddles to sinful tension.

WHAT I WRITE:

Fluff

Angst

NSFW

Headcanons

Drabbles

Short fics

Alternative Universe (AU)

All characters are fair game (except Luke, please don’t request anything for him!)

I support and write MC in all forms: fem, masc, gender neutral, trans fem & trans masc. Inclusive space!

Please note:

While this blog is 18+ and can includes NSFW, I do not write content involving non-consensual acts (rape/abuse), extreme violence, torture, or gore.

That includes anything meant to glorify or romanticize those topics.

I want this space to feel intense, emotional, and sometimes dark, but never harmful or triggering in unsafe ways.

Slowburn? Always. Mutual pining? Absolutely. Unhinged demon romance? Yes please.

Requests are OPEN

Send me your ideas, scenarios, questions, or “what if” prompts.

You can be as dramatic, spicy, or chaotic as you want, I’m here for it.

Feel free to reblog, scream in the tags, or just lurk and enjoy.

This is a safe space for all kinds of Devildom brainrot.

HOPE YOU

ENJOY THIS BLOG

[vylosinbound]

Hellish Holidays:

The side characters and MC in the Human World

Part Two

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Thirteen, Mephisto.

Genre: Headcanons / Slice of Life / Romantic Comedy / light suggestiveness

What would happen if you were on vacation with the characters of Obey Me!? Imagine strange, romantic, or embarrassing days with the demon brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Thirteen, and Mephisto.

DIAVOLO

Big city adventures

• Wants to experience everything like a “normal human”… fails gloriously.

• Loves theme parks but has way too much energy.

• Buys expensive souvenirs and calls them “human trinkets.”

• Big affectionate giant, holds your hand constantly.

Mini Scene:

Diavolo: “This is… fascinating! Oh! Can I buy this… whirly thing? What a marvelous creature!”

MC: “That’s… a milk frother.”

He laughs loudly, then picks you up in front of everyone.

Diavolo: “Doesn’t matter! I’ll make you something with it, even if I don’t know how it works!”

BARBATOS

Calm, carefully planned vacation

• Every detail of the trip is already planned to perfection. No surprises, unless he intends them.

• He prepares tea for you no matter where you are, from hidden gardens to quiet park benches.

• Long, silent walks hand in hand are his favorite kind of intimacy.

• He notices your needs before you even voice them. It's almost eerie... and deeply comforting.

Mini scene:

Barbatos hands you a steaming cup of tea as the wind picks up around you.

Barbatos: “I knew you’d need this… precisely now.”

MC: “How do you always know?”

He smiles faintly, eyes twinkling with mystery.

Barbatos: “Let’s just say… I’ve come to understand your desires.”

SOLOMON

Exotic and mysterious city vacations

• Takes you to forgotten places, full of legends and weird history.

• Uses minor magic tricks just to impress you.

• Gets lost in languages and cultures,completely fascinated.

• Loves when you stare at him mid-spell.

Mini scene:

You were both standing before an ancient temple.

Solomon: “Want to know what this says?”

MC: “Translate away, Mr. Wizard.”

He gives you a long look, then tilts your chin.

Solomon: “It says… Kiss me or curse your fate.”

SIMEON

Poetic romance in classic cities

• Writes you short poems every night.

• Master of slow walks and candlelit dinners.

• Gets emotional over art, music, and shared silence.

• You often sit in front of a vast lake, surrounded by silence just to get ideas of what he might write.

Mini scene:

Simeon (while watching the sunset): “I’ve walked for centuries… but nothing ever stopped me like your smile.”

MC: “Practicing for your novel?”

He chuckles softly, then takes your hand.

Simeon: “No. I’m just living my favorite chapter.”

TIRTHEEN

Adventure-filled vacations

• Drags you into haunted parks, escape rooms, ziplining, all the chaos.

• Laughs nonstop. Teases you, but turns deadly serious if someone else flirts.

• Pretends not to want cuddles… then sneaks in for them later.

Mini scene:

Thirteen (after ziplining): “HA! You screamed louder than I did!”

MC: “YOU pushed me before the signal!!”

She gives you a toothy grin and pinches your cheek.

Thirteen: “C’mon, you love it when I push your limits…”

MEPHISTOPHELES

Fancy and slightly snobby vacation

• Books luxury hotels and Michelin-star restaurants only.

• Complains about the crowd and “human stench.”

• Melts if you call him “my love” in public.

• Plays hard to get… then cuddles like a spoiled puppy.

Mini Scene:

Mephisto (raising an eyebrow): “Do I really have to ride this… metro?”

MC (taking his hand): “C’mon, Mr. Nobility. It’ll be fun.”

He grumbles, but doesn’t let go of your hand for a second.

[vylosinbound]

Hellish Holidays:

The Brothers and MC in the Human World

Part One

Characters:

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor and GN!MC

Genre:

Headcanons / Slice of Life / Romantic Comedy / light suggestiveness

What would happen if you were on vacation with the characters of Obey Me!? Imagine strange, romantic, or embarrassing days with the demon brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Thirteen, and Mephisto.

LUCIFER

Vacation in an Art City

• He organizes the entire itinerary but pretends it's “all spontaneous.”

• Gets emotional in front of certain historical monuments… but would never admit it.

• Impeccably stylish, even in 35°C weather: black shirt, sunglasses, "powerful man abroad" energy.

• People mistake him for a celebrity, and he enjoys not denying it.

• Sometimes you catch him watching you with the faintest smile, as you're excitedly sharing your thoughts on the artworks around you.

• Says souvenirs are useless… yet still buys matching ones with you, from small clothing items to city trinkets.

Mini scene:

The sun sets behind the rooftops of the city, painting the air in shades of orange and gold.

Seated at an elegant table outside a hidden café tucked between ancient alleys, you sip red wine as the music of a street violinist dances through the air.

Lucifer: “You’re so enchanting, even I get distracted... and you know how rare it is for me to lose control.”

He brushes his lips softly against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His hand caresses your waist, just below the table, out of sight from everyone else.

MAMMON

Beach Vacation, 3-Star Hotel, and Chaos

• Pretends to know the place well but gets lost within 5 minutes.

• Buys you cute but useless things like a little seashell necklace because “it made me think of you.”

• Wants to do dangerous activities like jet-skiing, but screams like a kid.

• Gets jealous of the lifeguards. Always.

Mini scene:

MC : (eyeing Mammon in his swimsuit)

Mammon: “Oi! D-don’t look at me like that! I mean, yeah, look—but—AARGH not so directly! Who even looks like that?!”

MC: “You should see your red face.”

Later, under the umbrella, he scoots so close he’s almost in your lap.

Mammon: “Next time… let’s get a room with a balcony. I’ve got… ideas.”

LEVIATHAN

Nerd vacation in Japan

• Plans a whole itinerary around anime, games, maid cafés, etc.

• Gets excited over every piece of merch. His eyes sparkle.

• Falls even harder for you when you show up in surprise cosplay.

• Shy in public, but way less “tsundere” in the hotel.

Mini scene:

MC (wearing a cosplay): “Do you like it? It’s your favorite character, right?”

Levi: “YOU— YOU’RE THE FINAL BOSS OF MY HEART!!”

After a day full of fangirling/fanboying, you're both exhausted in the hotel. He grabs your hand and squeezes it tightly, blushing.

Levi: “I never thought someone would ever share all this with me…”

SATAN

Romantic City Vacation (Paris, Florence, Prague)

• Acts as your cultural guide: he knows everything and shares it with excitement.

• Buys fresh flowers for you every morning.

• Loves ancient bookstores, spends hours in them. You often have to drag him out.

• Gives poetic compliments like, “Your presence outshines any poem I’ve ever read.”

Mini scene:

You were reading together on a bench by the river

Satan: “Did you know that, according to Baudelaire, love is a storm?”

MC: “And are you the storm?”

He looks at you with a slow smile, gently takes your chin between his fingers.

Satan: “No. You are. I’m just the lovesick one caught in it.”

ASMODEUS

Fashion vacay in Milan or Seoul

• Has a full schedule of boutiques, salons, and aesthetic cafés.

• Acts as your personal stylist for every outfit.

• Every day is a photoshoot. Devilgram is on fire.

• Super clingy. Kisses you in public and loves when people stare.

Mini scene:

Asmo was fixing your hair.

Asmo: “Darling, you can’t be this adorable… it’s illegal in at least three realms.”

MC (laughing): “And you? You’re no less dangerous.”

He grabs your wrist dramatically and pulls you in for a kiss.

BEELZEBUB

Culinary tour getaway

• Plans everything around food. Tries everything.

• Loves cooking with you if you're staying in an Airbnb.

• Always carries an extra snack, “so you won’t get hungry.”

• Most tender during the simple moments: a bench, ice cream, silence and soft touches.

Mini scene:

MC: “Beel, do you ever think about anything besides food?”

Beel (watching you bite into a pastry): “Sometimes I think about you. But it’s almost the same thing. You both make me happy.”

He said, gently caressing your face.

BELPHEGOR

Nature escape in the countryside or mountains

• Loves napping under trees, in fields, anywhere.

• Pulls you close during every nap.

• Nights under the stars are his favorite romantic setting.

• Acts nonchalant but watches you sleep like it’s his job.

Mini scene:

Belphie (sleepily smiling as he appears): “Nap with me? The grass here is soft… but you’re softer.”

He lies down and drags you on top of him like a living pillow.

Belphie (eyes closed): “Don’t leave. Ever.”

This is just the first post, hope you'll enjoy my blog more and more as time goes on!

Part two is coming soon, featuring more characters, stay tuned!

Feel free to suggest, ask, or share any ideas you’d like to see in future posts, I'd love to hear from you!