A short drabble of Ren touching himself while spying on you through your webcam <3
Ren/ AFAB reader
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Ren's eyes flicker across the screen, taking in your messy hair, your slightly exposed chest and hardened nipples that he could see through the thin fabric of the tank top you were wearing. His beloved angel, innocently enjoying a new episode of one your favorite shows, while he was shamelessly rubbing his hardened cock through his jeans as he was spying on you through your webcam. His hand moves up and down slowly until his erection is uncomfortably straining against his pants. He moves to unbuckle his belt, eyes still locked onto his screen, onto you. He takes out his cock, letting out a groan. Â
He starts off slowly, moving his hand up and down his length. Eyes occasionally flickering from your face to your tits, though mainly staying focused on your face. You're so beautiful, he could cum a million times over again just by looking at your face. He speeds up his pace a little. "Fuck." He groans when he sees you smile at something on your screen. He loves your smile so much. He moans your name, imagining it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own scarred one. His pace has turned rough and fast now, the same pace you use when fuck yourself with your fingers, or the toys you own. He has watched you touch yourself a million times. He has hours upon hours of recordings of it saved and backed up on hard drives that he frequently uses, but there's something about watching the live footage from your cam that he hacked into. Watching you in this very moment, having no clue he's squeezing his cock to you just going about your day. Maybe he feels a little guilty about it, but he indulges in the knowledge that he's the only one who gets to see you like this. Â
He feels himself getting closer. He's moaning and whining out loud, not having to worry about any neighbors overhearing him. He probably wouldn't really care anyways. He moves his focus to your eyes, and with a couple more strokes he's shooting ropes of thick cum as your name slips from his tongue. He cums all over the screen, he wishes it was all over you instead. He wishes it was marking you. Your face, your tits. He wishes he could scoop it off and make you lick it up or lick it off of your skin himself. He wishes he could get you all cleaned up and tuck you safely into his arms after. Instead, he sits alone in his dark room. The only light source being his screen. He looks down at the mess he's made. Patience. He tells himself. It'll all be worth it. You'll be together soon enough. He'll make sure of it.Â
Character Redacted owned/drawing made by @cutiesigh â„
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Warnings: Smut, slight fluff, teasing.
You had a long hard day at the library and haven't heard much from [REDACTED]Â today, odd. Well when you got back to your shared apartment you paused at the door holding the keycard in your hand.Â
Fuck...what the fuck was burning? What now?
To your surprise when you walked in setting your bag and keys down you assumed you'd hear the spray of a fire extinguisher, manic fanning of a towel to disperse smoke but nope...eerie silence
Walking further into your humble abode you find Red, leaning against the stove with their tattooed arms stretched open on each side gripping the counter. From your view, hiding the torched...something?... Were those cookies?... A cake? it had been burnt beyond recognition for you to tell but clearly an effort made on his part.
It was a whole lot to take in at once with the smell of the incinerated sweets invading your nose but there you stood taking it all in... especially your bruting boyfriend...standing there in his birthday suit... clad in... well...nothing but ...whip cream piled high and topped with a cherry nonetheless right over the area that made your throat click and mouth go dry.Â
The slow drag of your eyes was a physical touch to Red feeling your gaze raking up their skin making them shiver. âWas gonna be so good fâyouâŠâ Red said as your eyes finally connected with his, your pupils blown wide from each inch of his bare skin. âhehâŠMânot the best at cookânâŠso I improvisedâŠâ the smirk from their crooked smile palpable through his tone, teasing but apologetic.Â
That idiot.
Like coming home from a long day at work to see your hacker boyfriend buns out and rock hard for you with desert piled high on his cock, wasnât going to be the highlight of your dayâŠno, week.
You couldn't stop the breathy half laugh that escaped you before you were striding up to your dark-haired lover standing in front of them, the only distance between you two was the sweets he presented, on his cock. âRedâŠ. love... We're going to clean up whatever you cremated that you are so cleverly hidingâŠitâll stink up the place if we donât ..but firstâ you said trailing your fingertips up his side smirking at the way he jumped at the contact as you moved to hook your finger under their chin âI think Iâll clean this mess up first..â your voice measured purr sending goosebumps flying up the back of Redâs neck before you dropped to your knees.
A shuddering breath and forced steady chuckle from your hacker boyfriendâs lips above you had you grinning like a cheshire cat, looking up at him and plucking off the cherry he had placed on top. Of course you made a show of eating the cherry, wrapping your tongue into it to pull it into your mouth before carelessly throwing the stem⊠youâd clean that later...but first⊠He practically flinched in anticipation as your mouth caught some of the whip cream, but you, you were a fox and a clever one at that. No, you didnât give [REDACTED] the satisfaction yet, merely lipping the sweet cream a hairsbreadth where they wanted you the most.
âFuck AngelâŠâ the words strained with desire and a frustration that bore no heat only anticipation and need came from them as he watched you with a white knuckle grip on the counter top. âDâya know how much Ofâa tease you are?â he said with a wolfish grin, your eyes were upturned to him staring innocently under those sooty lashes like you weren't poking the bear. âOh? Donât like my cleaning tactics?....I couldâŠjust towel you off if youâd prefer..â the teasing words sliding off your tongue like honey before you continued anyways, carefully and purposely avoiding his heated flesh.Â
âHaah~ ha..ha..haâŠâÂ
A shuddering breath and slow rough laugh laced with a warning that sent a shiver up your spine encouraging you to push further âYâenjoy toyân with me? Messing with fire Angââ your dark-haired lover started before the hot flat of your tongue finally connected, sliding deliciously under their shaft and stealing the air from his lungs. No matter how many times you had been wrapped around him one way or another, it was the obsession, the yearning that made it feel like the first time all over again...EveryâŠFuckingâŠTime..
The wrap of your lips around his tip nearly made Redâs legs give out leaving him thankful that he was leaning against the stove, holding onto the counter with one hand and their other coming to cup your cheek as you worshiped. âFffffuckâŠso good FâmeâŠâ the words pushed out with an exhale and sharp inhale, *gods you were so fucking beautiful like this*, Redâs words rattled around in his head. Sucking your lips off his tip with a plop and fluttering your lashes up at him while sitting pretty on your knees nearly undid them, especially seeing that sinful smile on your lips. âSuch a sweet one you areâŠâ you purred slowly sticking your tongue out teasing his head with the tip of your tongue, his hand on your cheek taking a slightly harder hold âtrying to make me something sweetâŠ.when you could have just put a bow on your head for me insteadâ you purred out before slapping his shaft on your tongue several times, loving watching him squirm under your bedroom eyes.Â
The breathy laugh that came from them was short lived before you wrapped your lips back around him, replaced with sounds of pleasure and his head thrown back each time your tongue slid over his piercings. Your lips had become pretty pink and their hand had moved down your jaw and partially on your neck just to feel himself through the column of your throat, it was all too much. He felt the build up low and deep in his belly wanting nothing more than to shoot their cum down your throat or paint your pretty face but no, he hadnât even touched you yet, and Red was not having that. Â
You suddenly felt tingles from your lips and the absence of his cock in your throat and it left you stunned before you were being lifted up and thrown over your hackerâs shoulder like you weighed nothing. The grip of his arm around your thighs holding you as he ate up the distance to your shared room made your heart race in anticipation â[REDACTED]! I wasnât done! What are youâ?!â you started to say before a big hand came around his front to smack your ass making you yelp. âHEY MISTER! YOUââ you started again before carefully but unceremoniously being plopped down onto the bed and then weighted down by your dark haired lover's glorious naked body.Â
âMmmmph~!â a muffled sound from youâ
How cute
A single minded thought went across Redâs mind as he crashed his lips into yours.
The mantra rattled Red to his core with each slide of your tongue against his drawing groans from him making each tug of your clothes come off with easeâŠsomewhat... âHEY!â the whine that came out of your lips even surprised you when the buttons to your shirt went flying across the room âIâll getâya a new oneâŠ. justââŠ.â he rasped out needing to taste you, grabbing everywhere he could, leading a trail of hot open mouth kisses down the column of your throat peppering your skin in his purple and red love letters. More of those sweet sounds came from your lips and it set your hackerâs blood on fire making the scrape of his teeth across your collarbone sting deliciously. With a quick tug of your bra, your chest spilled out and was immediately captured by their greedy mouth. Fuck, what you did to him by simply *existing*, was diabolicalâŠ.Â
You could feel his need hard and heavy dragging against the heated flesh of your thighs, unable to resist each grind of his hips against you. âYâmineâŠ.Yâknow that?â it was rasped out thick with need against your nipple as a declaration rather than a question before he made his quick descent down. Meticulously, curling his fingers under the seam to your pants and tugging them off while lifting your thighs, you were finally laid before him left only in your soaked underwear.Â
A feast⊠forâŠa lion laying before itâs prey.
Gripping the meat of your thighs, Red held you there in place with your ankles hovering over his broad shoulders, the almost feral light in his eye made you clench around nothing. One swift motion and Redâs hands were sliding up the backs of your thighs to cup your calves opening you up before they leaned down, his mouth enveloped the scent and taste of you through your underwear. Your whimper was music to his ears and pushed them over the edge. Red hooked his finger under the crotch of the cloth covering where you wanted your lover the most, pulling your underwear to the side and bearing the evidence of your need to him. Shiny and wet against your heated flesh. Gods, he needed more of you, needed more of your sweet essence exploding across his tongue.Â
So [REDACTED] took.
Burying his face between your thighs and holding your legs up he licked up a long stripe with the flat of his tongue to your clit before sucking, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. âahhaa~[REDACTED]~â the call of his name tumbled out of our lips, Red reveled in how quickly you turned to puddy in their hands, so they made it their goal to reduce you to a puddle. Your dark-haired loverâs breaths were coming out in hot pants against your skin, practically growling out moans into your wet slit. âMânot stoppinâ till you cum on Mâtongueâ it was muffled and almost drowned out by your moans, but the demand was clear. Red had been leaking all over the sheets under him, aching from edging himself by stopping your sinful mouths worship prior, but he *needed* this. *Craved* your pleasure and the pretty sounds you made for him.Â
Oh?.
Oh.
Shiny and slick from his tongue and your arousal, it made it easy for his long fingers to curl into your walls that had been clenching around nothing. Heat and a vice-like squeeze gripped their two fingers like you were desperate for more. The growl that came from deep inside their chest feeling you clench around his digits when he pushed them into you, pumping rhythmically, made your toes curl.Â
âŠAnd thenâŠ.there it was.
You felt that build up in you, felt that moan crawling up your throat before you crumbled bellowing out his name like a prayer. [REDACTED] didn't stop until he had devoured every ounce of pleasure and shiver from your body, lapping up and groaning into your flesh. Holding you in place as you canted your hips against his greedy mouth, devouring until you were boneless. Hazilly, you untangled your fingers that had been dug into your hackerâs hair and Red sat up letting your legs drop gently, taking your ruined underwear off of you, and looming over you. Redâs chest had been rising and falling heavily with that feral look in their eye again, but there was a gentleness with him rubbing lazy circles over your knees with his thumb.
âSâgood FâmeâŠ.Came Sâgood FâmeâŠ.fucking delicious..â [REDACTED]âs words were slurred, head spinning and love dazed purely at the sight of you before him as he idly stroked his leaking tip. âSâFucking pretty like thisâ The stringy precum made the slide of his hand glide over his throbbing ache in preparation for what was to come. Leaning down Red bracketed himself over you hiking one of your thighs open with their knee opening you up to them as he nudged his head against your slick slit, not entering you yet, not until he made themself clear.Â
âYâmineâŠ.Mâbeautiful fuckin Angelâ Red breathed with his forehead pressed against yours as he started to sink into your hot heat, breath hitching between his teeth. It Always felt like the first time, that was the beauty of being so irrevocably *obsessed* in love. [REDACTED] felt you stretch and clench around his shaft only slowly grinding his hips against yours, letting you feel him as their lips moved to your ear. âYâgonna be real good Fâme when I fill Yâup?â your hackerâs words a wolfish purr making goosebumps trail from your neck down to your belly igniting a fire there. âCourse YâwillâŠMâfucking perfect AngelâÂ
[REDACTED] waited there for a moment with bated breath letting his words sink in and slowly sliding almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward, the sound of both of your gasps of pleasure filled the room. âMade just FâmeâŠmmmhnâŠâ Redâs words tumbled out in sickly sweet purrs sliding his cock through your drenched folds groaning at the way your walls cling around them. âhnngâŠKiss me...â your words came out but before you could say any more their lips were already on you devouring your moans while he drove himself deeperâŠfaster...into you. âSâperfectâ slurred against your lips feeling the heat of his tongue tangling with yours before they pulled back enough to look at your expression.Â
A heated look and a cheshire grin spread across [REDACTED]âs lips, another harsh smack of hips against your body made your face contort again in pleasure, fucked out hazy eyes struggled to focus on him. âYâlook so pretty like this ....wrapped around Mâcock so prettyâ you clenched at his words and Red looked down between your joined bodies slowing down and flicking his blue eyes to yours. With another harsh snap of your hacker's hips you cried out âYâlike when I Dâthis Angel?..When Iââ he purred out with that sinful tone that made your heart quicken before they pulled back and snapped those hips again into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you. âWhen I --Fuck Yânice and hard?â they continued. Your words you tried to say came out as a broken moan and his grin widened, those blue feral eyes watching your every reaction âUse Yâwords babyâŠComeâon AngelâŠâ Red coerced out grinding their hips into you, ringing out every bit of pleasure youâd let him give you. âMhhnn âŠCan tellâŠYâknow now?â he purred feeling you tighten around the thick shaft pumping in and out of you.
âSâpretty cumming on Mâcock like thisâ Redâs purr was visceral, you shuddered at his words, with pleasure filled tears threatening to spill from your eyes. âDâit again Fâme baby, let Mâfeel youâ [REDACTED] panted out between gritted teeth.Â
As your heavy-lidded eyes slid down between your bodies catching a glimpse of his cock disappearing in your warmth, [REDACTED] noticed. It was that single movement catching your eyes drift to watch his handiwork, your dark-haired lover acted and pushed your knees up to your chest. He folded your body in a way that would show you everything you greedily wanted to see, before repositioning himself back over you. âYâwana watch huh?â a teasing lilt in his tone made your brows pinch together before he thrusted downward into you, filling you wholly and you got to watch every inch of him disappear into you. âFuuck AngelâŠ.Dirty little thing..â Red gritted out with a crooked smirk, picking up the pace slamming into your heat over and over again.Â
You clenched around him overstimulated, having lost track of how many times they had made you cum. âYâfeel Sâfucking good Iâ...mmhnn~ fuckâ he groaned sliding the heavy line of his cock in and out of your drenched hole. âMade Fâme⊠just Fâmeâ Redâs eyes bore into yours holding your gaze before his lips were on you again sucking into the skin of your neck, thrusting into you with wild abandon.Â
Oh, that did it. Your dark haired loverâs teeth and tongue on your sensitive skin made you clench around him shouting his name like a mantra â[REDACTED], YES IMâ!!â your moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls of the room filled with the sounds of your lovemaking. âFuck yes! Sâgood, Yâtake me Sâgoodâ Red rasped into your neck before biting just shy of too hard but enough to leave another mark. Your hacker chased the same pleasure feeling that coil inside them ready to snap.âGonna fuckinââŠ.fuck Angel.. Gonna fill Yâup âŠGonna pump Yâfull till itâs leakinâ outa yaâ Red was babbling now, his words filthy and hot into your ear making you clench and ache around him even as his thrusts became erratic and losing the steady rhythm.
With a groan of your name [REDACTED] came spilling himself into you and capturing your lips against his with a whine, your toes curled feeling his release and you cried out into his mouth clinging onto him. A heavy [REDACTED] collapsed onto you panting and grinding against you, the jets of his hot cum seemingly endless as he emptied himself into you. âSâgood Fâme..Sâgood..Fuâfuckinâ PerfectâŠMâPerfect Angel..â he babbled out against your lips holding his forehead against yours, needing the closeness. When your mingled breaths steadied and your heartbeats matched the same beat, Red wrapped their arms around you and rolled you both over draping you across his sweat slick chest. âMmmhnnâ a content rumble came from them as he stroked his hand up and down the small of your back occasionally squeezing your ass, keeping himself buried inside you and keeping you filled. âYânot goin anywhereâ the drawl of his voice sweet but a purr pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You had been lost in a haze of lust, and it was dizzying being so wholly consumed by him, practically melting into the warm embrace of those big arms wrapped around you. âNo where Iâd rather be my sweet Renrenâ you said with your tone coming out exhausted and sated but no doubt satisfied by your sweet hacker. There was a pause for a beat before you tilted your head up to him raising an eyebrow with a little curious smile âsoâŠyou going to tell me what you cremated on our stove now hm?â you asked, reading the slow crooked smile play on his lips âwellâŠ.was gonna surprise Y'with some cookiesâŠfailed thoughâŠ.â Red said with a wolfish grin spreading across his lips âMade up Fâit though, didn't I?â âŠ. That little shit.
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I'm obsessed with this man you created like downbad! But that aside, what if Ren and Angel got "somehow" stuck in an elevator together, how would Ren and Redacted react? đ
Love youuuu đ
ââ„â I feel like the initial reaction for both of them would be to call for help â especially if it's a situation with an Angel who doesn't like confined spaces or being inside elevators â otherwise...
Ren would offer his phone to Angel so that theirs would still have battery in case of an emergency. Angel can use it to play games to pass the time, read ebooks, watch some of the anime he downloaded earlier, call the fire department, etc. But if Angel doesn't want to do any of that, then I suppose Ren would try to pass the time by talking ^^;
[REDACTED] would just jump and the sound waves reverberating from their massive chest would fix the elevator immediately.
you stand in front of lucifer's study, staring intently at the door. he has an open-door policy, and while his brothers don't pay attention to it, you do. but... the door to his study is just slightly ajar, you can't even see into the room unless you press your entire face against the wood, and you didn't want to do that. so, you stand and ponder.
is it open enough to be considered open? or closed enough to be considered closed?
you push the door open just enough to get a peak inside at your favorite demon, and almost jump when he instinctively looks up at you. the amount of paperwork on his desk could probably cause a flood to a small country, but he leans back and smiles at you, an invitation to enter.
"i was waiting for you to come in. you stood out there for quite awhile, were you waiting for me to open the door?"
"uh... no." you explain the situation, a little sheepishly. he smiles fondly at you all the same, pushing his chair back enough to give you space to sit. his body physically relaxes when you get yourself comfortable, and he relishes in the way you rub his shoulders.
"was there something you needed, love? or have you just come to keep me company?"
"i want to bother you for a bit. i miss you."
"miss me?" his raises an eyebrow. "you saw me this morning, and this afternoon, and about two hours ago. i must've underestimated my charm."
"hey... be sweet, okay? i could go see mammon or satan-"
"no, no, forgive me for speaking out of turn."
"that's what i thought." you kiss his lips, pressing your forehead to his. "i'm just feeling a little lonely today, that's all."
to amplify your point, you cup his cheeks with your hands, and press kisses all over his face. then, you trail down, kissing his jawline and neck. hearing the pleased noises he makes, you pull down his shirt to press one final kiss between his neck and shoulder.
his hand catches your chin, nudging you up to face him. "i see... just lonely? well, let's see if there's something we can do to fix that."
characters: om lucifer x MC (fluff), mammon & solomon & more mentioned!
summary: one night you forget to bring Lucifer his coffee, and he gets more disturbed by it than he'd like to admit. i ended up liking this wayyyy more than i expected to lol
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You set the coffee cup down on his desk wordlessly. The steam curls up into the air, catching the light of his desk lamp â warm, golden, fleeting.Â
He glances at you, exhaling slowly through his nose as his gloved fingers press down slightly on the papers in front of him. âYou know,â he says, voice even, âyou really donât need to keep doing this, MC.â
You look back into his eyesâred and striking like always, and you shrug. âI like doing it.â
Your hand lands gently on his inner shoulder, a soft kiss near his right eye. You donât even notice the gentle squeeze of his hand on your waist before you pull away.
âThank you,â he says eventually, quiet yet still staring straight into your eyes.
You give him a fond smile. âOf course,â you lean back in for another kiss before the padding of your feet on his rug quiets. You pull the doorknob, opening the door before you look back.
âDonât overwork yourself.âÂ
He only hums, two fingers pressed against his temple as his pen starts moving again, crisp strokes of black ink against cream paper.Â
Youâve always done this for him. Amongst the other small favours you do for the brothers, like bringing Beel another late night snack, or helping Levi with your laptop to queue for one of Ruri-chanâs new merch drops, Luciferâs comes last in the queue.Â
Always near midnight.
The next day, youâre on your way to the kitchen to brew his coffee before your D.D.D. starts buzzing rapidly in your pocket. You stop in your tracks in the hallway, pulling it out your pocket to check the screen.
32 Messages and 2 Missed Calls From Luke.
You immediately turn for your room as you call him back, because if Lukeâs calling you this late then something is seriously really wrong.
âMC! Y-you have to help me!â his voice comes through, hushed yet panicked as if he was speaking through his teeth.
âLuke? Slow down, whatâs wrong?â You open the door to your room, immediately bending down to pull on your sneakers. Mammon is already there, lounging on your bed as if he owns it. He grins at you as you enter the room, but before he can speak you hush him with a quick point of your finger, concentrating on Lukeâs tiny, frantic voice coming from the speaker.
âMC! Y-you have to help meâŠIâŠâ his voice dies down for a moment. Mammon looks at the D.D.D. in your hand, suddenly silent.
âIâm hiding from Solomon! Out of nowhere he said he was going to bake me something, and Simeonâs not here to save meâŠâ Lukeâs voice sounds desperate.
Mammon freezes and you stop suddenly. For one second, silence fills your room as his face twists into pure horror while you struggle to hold in a laugh. âOh no,â he mutters, clutching his chest.
You stop suddenly, shoulders relaxing. âO-oh! Is Simeon not around, Luke?âÂ
âN-no, I think he went to this exclusive book signingâŠ? I donât know why itâs so late thoughâŠâ
Mammon cuts him off with a strangled noise, hands flat against your back and pushing you out the door, âMC, we gotta move! We gotta save the freakin kid before he turns into a COOKIE!â
And thatâs the story of how you forgot to lovingly bring Lucifer his cup of coffee.
Meanwhile, in Lucifer's room...
His eyes flick to the ornate clock hung on the wall, his room filled with silence. His tired eyes scan the same piece of parchment over and over, ears concentrated on even the smallest sounds of movement from the hallway.Â
Nothing.
He sighs, adjusting his seating position in an attempt to focus himself.
It completely slips your mind, and itâs not until much later that you notice, because Lucifer isâŠdifferent the next morning.
The man doesnât do âobvious emotionsââheâd probably rather keel over and die than admit that heâs disturbed by that. But his tone is undeniably sharper during breakfast, his answers clipped, his usual calm tinged with something you canât quite name.
âLucifer, pass the jam?â Asmo smiles sweetly over his toast, hands clasped together.
The Avatar of Pride doesnât even bother looking up from his paper. âYou have hands, donât you?â
Asmo blinks, the corners of his lips faltering. His eyes narrow as he reaches over and grabs it himself with freshly manicured nails, mumbling something spiteful under his breath along the lines of ârudeâ and âwell I neverâ.
Mammon mutters, âWell, someone woke up on the wrong side of the damn bed tâday.â
Luciferâs head tilts just slightlyâslow, deliberate. âAnd someone,â he says evenly, âshould be glad I havenât decided to confiscate his credit card again.â
Mammon freezes mid-bite, eyes suddenly avoiding looking in Luciferâs direction at all.
You glance across the table, watching the tension in Luciferâs jaw as he flips a page of the newspaper like it personally offended him. The faintest sigh escapes him when his coffee cup meets the table with more force than intended.
He doesnât even fully understand why his feathers are so ruffledâof course itâs not your fault. He said it himself, you donât need to keep bringing him his coffee.
But hell, did he regret saying it.
After your day at the R.A.D, you make a beeline for the doors of Luciferâs office.Â
You knock softly, opening the door without needing to hear his permissionâa privilege heâs only ever granted you.Â
âHey Lucifer,â you shift in your spot as you gingerly shut the door behind you. âSo, um, I might have forgotten your coffee last night,â you say with a sheepish grin. Someone else mightâve been terrified in your position, but actually youâre finding this quite funny.Â
The Avatar of Pride, one of the seven Lords of the Devildom, upset all because you forgot to bring him a singular cup of coffee.
He looks up, eyes meeting yours, and for once they flick back down to his papers immediately.Â
âI noticed,â he says simply. No other reaction. Heâs trying to play it off.Â
You walk over to where he sits at his desk with an all-too-amused smirk on your face, hands behind your back.
âDid you?â you tease lightly. âI noticed your attitude at breakfast today. I half-expected a formal notice of my execution by sundown,â you place your right hand on the surface of smooth mahogany, leaning against it as you look down at him.
That earns you a quiet exhaleâsomething caught between a sigh and a chuckle. He sets his pen down, steepling his fingers as he leans back in his chair, looking back up at you.
âYou think youâre funny,â he says, though the corner of his mouth twitches upward.
You shrug, pretending to examine the faint rings left by his coffee cup on the desk. âOh, Iâm hilarious. You missed me though, didnât you?â
Lucifer hums, low in his throat. âMissed the coffee,â he corrects smoothly.
You roll your eyes, stepping closer until youâre near enough to rest your hand on the back of his chair. âRight. The coffee.â
He hums, not looking up. âYou make it sound so trivial,â he says, his voice steady as ever, though his fingers linger a little too long on the paper before signing.
âOh, come on,â you tease, leaning forward. âYou mean to tell me the great Luciferâs entire night was ruined because of one cup of caffeine?â
That earns you a soft exhaleâ not quite a laugh, but something close. âMy night,â he says finally, eyes lifting to meet yours, âwas⊠quieter than usual.â
The way he says it makes your chest tighten.
You both know itâs not about the coffee, but neither of you say anything.
You open your mouth, then close it again, smiling faintly to cover the warmth crawling up your neck. âWell,â you say after a beat, âI guess that means Iâll have to make it up to you.â
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yeah im ending it there HAHAHAAH WHY DO I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH TEEHEE
okay BYEE hope you guys liked itl! any interaction helps and my reqs are open <3 (and yes ik this is late lol but IM ON IT PLS TRUST ME)
The game talks about how the brothers often end up sneaking in MC's room to hang out sooo whats it like when they sneak in at night?
Originally going to be short head cannons but I got carried away and they're more like one shots now... so this will be split up into parts to save everyone from reading the longest post ever.
Content: SFW but there's some spicy suggestion, kissing, cuddling, etc.
First part pairings: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi x gn!MC
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Lucifer
You thought Devildom would freeze over before youâd ever walk into your room and see Lucifer, of all demons, asleep in your bed. It wasnât unusual for him to request, ok well, demand, that you spend the night in his room, but in yours?
This was new.
Yet there he was, sound asleep in your bed, arms wrapped around one of your pillows, face buried in it, breathing slow and even.
You'd just teleported back, air still humming with magic. After a week in the human world, you were so exhausted you decided to slip in quietly and just greet the brothers in the morning. Too tired for the excitement.
A soft laugh slipped from your lips as you set your bag down, shaking your head, shoes already kicked off as you crawled into bed.
He slept on the very edge of the bed, as if heâd deliberately left room for you.
You eased one knee onto the mattress, moving carefully, trying not to disturb him. The mattress creaked as you shifted your weight, and that was when the pillow slipped from his arms.
Before you could even process what was happening his fingers closed around your wrists, strong and firm, pulling you down until you were flush against him. Then, in one fluid movement, he flipped you onto your back.
Your breath caught, a tiny yelp leaving your lips as he pinned your wrists above your head.
"Did you think you could sneak into my house without saying hello?" He whispered, breath warm against your ear, and you could practically feel the smirk on his face.
"You faker!" you accused, squirming under his grip, but you couldn't hide the delighted giggles.
"I waited a week for you. You could at least greet me properly." He retorted, but his grip loosened on your wrists and he rolled onto his back, smug as ever.
You roll back onto him, palms pressed to his chest, pouting up at him. "Hello, and goodnight," you tease softly, but your eyes fluttered closed when his hands thread through your hair, twirling the strands with that slow fond affection he only holds for you.
"Perhaps we could share this bed tonight," his tone making it clear he didn't expected you to say no.
And you definitely donât.
The moment you settle beside him, his hand finds your waist, holding you like heâs been waiting the entire week just for this. His lips brush your forehead once, twice before they trail slowly over your skin like heâs relearning you inch by inch after too long apart.
You donât remember falling asleep, only the warmth of his lips against yours.
Mammon
You know its him the instant you hear your doorknob turn, but the loud crash that follows only confirms it. Something, probably his foot, hits your desk, and Mammon hisses through his teeth.
"OWâ seriously?! Whyâs it so dark in here, MC?! Ya tryinâ to kill me?" he grumbles as he stumbles blindly towards your bed.
He finally makes it to your bed and drops to his knees, hands gripping the blanket as he peers up at you. His eyes are wide, hopeful, and full of longing as he tries to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks.
"What is it Mammon?" You whisper softly, still rubbing sleep from your eyes.
He looks away, then back at you, then away again.
"Well.. The Great Mammon was just thinkin..." He starts and stops as if expecting you to read his mind, save him from the embarrassment. "...that maybe, yâknow⊠if someone was lonely⊠I could⊠uhâ fix that. By beinâ here. In your room. With you."
You canât help but roll your eyes, but you shift over anyway, lifting the covers. âYou can just admit you want to spend the nightâ"
He's crawling into bed before you can even finish, sliding under your blankets in a clumsy rush. Despite having given him plenty of space, he presses himself right against you. His chest fits perfectly against your back, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buries his face in your hair. You can feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck as he exhales, warm and shaky.
That's when you realize he's shirtless, skin hot against yours.
"I love you, treasure..." he murmurs into your hair, nuzzling closer. And you cant help the blush that now dusts your face, one of those moments where the truth slips out, all soft and unguarded, only for you to hear.
You stay tangled together all night. Once or twice, you swear you're woken up by the press of his lips to your neck, so soft you wonder if maybe you were dreaming.
Leviathan
There's a soft buzz from your phone.
'MC! MC! Emergency! You have to play this new game with me right now! Itâs⊠uh⊠really good⊠or⊠dangerous⊠or⊠whatever! lolol'
You smile at the text, though you can feel your palms begin to sweat a bit at the 'dangerous', praying he didn't purchase some cursed game... again.
Not long after there's a soft knock at your door.
"Come in!"
Levi pokes his head inside, oversized headphones hanging around his neck.
"You should really come up with a password MC..." He shakes his head, sighing dramatically. "What if someone just walked in here! Uninvited!"
"...They do that anyway"
He gasps loudly, throwing a hand to his forehead. "Exactly! Which is why you NEED a password! A magical barrier! A high-level anti-normie defense spell!"
He pauses, then lowers his voice.
"âŠBut if I knock, you better let me in, okay?"
"Of course, Levi" You can't help the laugh that falls from your lips.
âŠ
The glow of your TV flashes in the room, bright whites and colorful hues popping onto screen. Youâre propped against a pile of pillows while Levi lies sprawled across the floor, surrounded by his nest of blankets.
"FLAMING LEVIATHAN PUUUNCH!"
You giggle, hugging a fluffy pillow to your chest. "You missed"
"I was just warming up!" he argues, voice growing whiny as the sound of rapid button mashing fills the room.
âTIME FOR MY FINAL MOVE!â
He misses again.
"Don't you dare say anything." He mumbles, cheeks bright red as your giggle fits descend into full bits of laughter.
Hours slipped by in bursts of shouting, laughter, and Leviâs occasional âDid you see that? MC, did you SEE THAT?!â as he landed accidental crits.
Eventually, your eyes grow heavy, your head falling forward as you fight sleep.
"lololol youâre totally about to face plant into your own lap," He teases, but his voice is softer now.
"Nahâ(yawn) m'ok" Your head hits the pillow, eyes struggling to stay open as you bury yourself under the blankets.
"S'late.. jus' stay here tonight..." you mumble, half asleep. There's a sharp, flustered gasp.
âMâMe? Stay? L-Like⊠in your room? In your⊠bed?â
"Yes Levi," you pat the empty spot in your bed, cracking your eyes open. He's covering his face with his hands, beet red, and for a moment you genuinely think he might bolt.
âO-Okay, okay, okay, Iâm...staying, Iâm stayingââ
You smile and lift the covers, arms open.
He hesitates one more time, jerking backwards like he wants to run away before launching himself into bed with you, eyes squeeze shut. When he doesn't burst into flames from the contact, he relaxes slowly, tucking his face into your shoulder.
You wrap your arms around him, fingers running soothingly through his hair.
âYouâre⊠really warm,â he mumbled. âWay warmer than my Ruri-chan body pillow.â
He nuzzles closer, voice dropping to a soft whisper meant only for you.
ââŠI like staying here. With you. Like... a lot.â
"Then.. I guess we'll have to have sleepovers more often," you murmur softly, and you can feel the delighted noise he makes, smiling against your skin.
You fall asleep together, sleeping and snuggling until late afternoon like the two exhausted gamers you are.
The End (for now...)
I poured my heart and soul into Mammon's section ;-; I also spent way too long on Lucifer's section, I hope the Luci lovers appreciate (and somehow Levi's section is the longest???)
the other parts/pairings will be out soon, so make sure to follow or check back if you're waiting for a special demon. Also a Christmas special will be coming soon because I cant like anything normally...
Sometimes the other demons at RAD felt jealous of the demon brothers. They could not understand how the brothers ended up with a master who was so kind and gentle, while some of them were stuck serving demons who were cruel, sadistic, and made them work nonstop without rest. It felt unfair.
They watched you closely and saw that you rarely gave orders. You only used that one loud command, âstay!â, when the brothers were fighting or about to destroy something. But most of the time, you were not a master to them at all.
They often saw you feeding Beel at Madam Scream, helping Lucifer with RAD errands, going along with Mammonâs silly plans even if they always ended in trouble, listening to Leviâs long anime talks, following Satan around the school grounds looking for a cat, brushing your hand through Belphieâs hair when he slept, and taking Devilgram photos for Asmo.
Watching all this made the lesser demons more jealous every day. What made it worse was how you were kind to them too. They didnât know if you were doing it because you were careful around them or because you didnât want to test their temper. You didnât talk much, but you were fair and easy to work with, and that was enough to make some of them quietly admire you.
Slowly, a few even started to develop feelings. Some wanted to make a pact with you, thinking it would be nice to have a gentle master for once. But they never got the chance.
The brothers, especially Mammon, stopped them every time. Mammon in particular was always glued to your side. And when they try, he always chased them away.
Zayne tries to run every morning. Even when you are cozy in bed, warm in your cocoon of blankets. Zayne will rise out of bed and go on a run. This morning you woke up early though. Usually, youâre still in bed when he comes back, but today youâve migrated your bundle of blankets to the couch.
The sofa that gives you a perfect view of the front door. The very same one Zayne walks into, taking off his shoes. Your eyes glaze over his body. Tight-fitted black shirt, hair tousled with sweat, and his shorts that end right above the knee.
âYou run every morning looking like that?â You smile from the couch, leaning over the arm rest. Zayne tugs out his earphone,
âWhat?â
âYou run. Every morning, looking like that.â You point at him, raising and lowering your finger.
âDo I look bad?â He asks, sliding his earphones into his pocket before treading towards you on the couch. Up close, you can see the sweat dripping down his neck and the way his shirt outlines his chest just right.
Youâre salivating.
âWorse. You look amazing.â He stands in front of you as you sit on your knees. Your hands rest on his chest, smoothing over his lean arms and shoulders.
âYouâre staring.â Zayne chides, but thereâs no malice in his voice. He likes your praise, your attention. Sometimes you catch him making himself prettier for you. You massage his shoulders softly, leaning in to smell him. Zayne stiffens under you, "What are youâ"
"You smell nice too." You smile against his skin. Zayne's hands stabilize your waist, rubbing circles into your skin. "You smell like me." Your chest swirls with pride, scraping his scalp softly with your nails. Zayne hums in reply, his eyes softly closing. He dips his head into your neck, pressing a kiss against your exposed skin.
"I should leave a mark on you." You mutter, running a finger up and down his chest. Zayne lets you touch up on him, running your hands along his abdomen and chest. He watches your hands, the way your face twinkles. He hums once again, raising a brow. "Anyone passing should know you're taken." Zayne chuckles, looping his arms around you. You pull him on top of you, a drop of his sweat dripping onto your collarbone.
"The ring on my finger isn't enough?" He's amused, pride swirling in his chest over you. You shake your head, arms curled around his neck.
"That doesn't stop anyone." You plainly reply, running your knees between his legs. Zayne breathes into you, lips pressed against yours before softly pulling away. You chase him, forcing him back to you with a hand against his nape. "They have to knowâŠ" You speak between kisses. "You're taken. That you're mine."
"Yes. Perhaps you shouldâŠ" Zayne murmurs against your lips, softly biting your bottom lip. You part your lips, letting his tongue slide against yours. Zayne rises, his hands sliding against the trim of his shirt. You stop him, pulling his hands under your shirt instead.
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