Random obey me shall we date relationship headcanons 🐑✨
Lucifer
-He acts composed but starts unconsciously prioritizing you over everyone else.
-Lets you stay in his office because your presence relaxes him, and motivates him to finish work quicker to spend time with you
-Much more affectionate in private than public, especially if hes drunk
-Loves holding your hand under tables during meetings
-Secretly melts when you fall asleep beside him while he works, alao loves to cover you with his coat to mark you with his scent
-Uses his voice against you on purpose. Low whispers right in your ear to make you lose focus
-Sometimes distances himself when stressed because hes terrified to show you his vulnerable side
Mammon
-Follows you everywhere while loudly denying he likes you. Hes like a puppy.
-Gets jealous instantly if someone flirts with you. Nobody is allowed to flirt with you, youre HIS human, got it?!
-Constantly touching you somehow; Hand holding, arm around your shoulders or just laying on top of you.
-Brags about being your boyfriend every chance he gets, especially to his brothers lol
-Keeps little random things that remind him of you without telling anyone (he also steals your clothes lol)
-Acts cocky until you take control then suddenly hes blushing and malfunctioning like a virgin
-Genuinely worries you’ll eventually realize one of his brothers is “better” than him (lucifer)
Leviathan
-Sends you memes instead of admitting he misses you and wants to spend time with you
-Overthinks every interaction for HOURS
-Becomes weirdly clingy online and offline once you two get comfortable with eachother
-Loves matching icons, hoodies, accessories, anything that can be matched, he’ll buy it for you.
-Gets so happy when you ask about his interests that he starts rambling excitedly, he’ll blush furiously when he realises how much he spoke. Once he realises you actually listened everything he said, he’ll be looking for a ring online.
-Way more intense than people expect once he feels secure with you.
-Sometimes pulls away because hes convinced you’ll eventually get bored of him or realise that hes just a yucky otaku.
Satan
-Flirts subtly just to watch your reactions, especially if you arent good at hiding your emotions
-Starts learning all your habits without realizing it
-Extremely attentive and emotionally intelligent as a partner. Communicates his emotions very well.
-Loves quiet bookstore/library dates with you, especially if youre also a bookworm
-Kisses your knuckles absentmindedly while reading beside you
-LOVES tension and teasing. The type to trap you between him and a bookshelf just to see you blush (yes, he just read a book with a scene like this.)
-Fears you’ll eventually see him as nothing more than wrath and lose feelings for him.
Asmodeus
-Shameless flirting 24/7, but can we blame him? Youre breathtaking.
-Gets attached much faster than he expected.
-Obsessed with complimenting and spoiling you, loves spadays together
-Wants everyone to know youre together, posting about you 24/7
-Takes endless photos together because he genuinely thinks youre beautiful.
-A Huge tease. He loves making you flustered in public with subtle touches and comments, especially infront of mammon
-Sometimes worries people only love him for his looks and charm, not who he actually is.
Beelzebub
-Shows affection through actions instead of words.
-Always makes sure you’ve eaten and are safe.
-Extremely cuddly and physically affectionate, because he likes knowing youre alive and safe. In his arms.
-Automatically reaches for you whenever hes tired or upset, bonus points if you have a hidden snack stash for him.
-Sharing food with you is one of his biggest love languages.
-Loves having you close to him physically at all times.
-Carries guilt over not being able to protect everyone he loves (lilith from the fall, you from belphie in lesson 16)
Belphegor
-Pretends not to care while constantly seeking you out, hes like a clingy goala.
-Uses naps as excuses to cuddle with you.
-Super clingy in private
-Loves dragging you into bed for “just five more minutes” which turns into four hours lol
-Sleepy little smiles that only happen around you, especially when you two are stargazing together
-Loves whispering teasing things against your neck just to make you flustered.
-Has moments where he quietly wonders if someone like him even deserves to be loved after everything hes done.
Diavolo
-He falls for you hard but tries not to overwhelm you with it, especially if youre still getting used to the idea of demons.
-Gets visibly excited whenever you choose to spend time with him, especially if YOU seek out him.
-Uses official events as excuses to invite you places (and to see you in fancy clothes)
-Absolutely adores physical affection and quality time, he rarely gets physical touch.
-Loves showing you parts of the Devildom nobody else gets to see, ADORES your reactions when you see something so ordinary to him.
-Calls you pet names without even realizing hes doing it.
-Gets ridiculously happy over tiny domestic moments with you, already daydreaming about your futures together
-Loves when you laugh at his jokes, even the terrible ones that arent really funny
-Big “gentle but overwhelming” energy.
-Loves caging you against him just to see you get flustered from the size difference hehe
-Sometimes worries you’ll eventually see him as “The Demon Prince” first and him second
Barbatos
-hes Impossible to read emotionally at first.
-Notices everything about you long before you realize he likes you
-Quietly starts prioritizing your comfort in small ways
-Very subtle with affection in public but much softer in private.
-Remembers every preference you’ve ever mentioned, doesnt matter if its 15 years ago
-The type to silently appear beside you the second you need help, he loves to help you with things.
-Makes your favorite tea/desserts without being asked, just because he felt like it
-Tiny almost hidden smiles reserved only for you
-Loves making you nervous with prolonged eye contact and low quiet comments, he adores how flustered you get
-Struggles with putting his own wants before his duties and responsibilities.
Solomon
-Flirts constantly, but you can never tell how serious hes actually being.
-Secretly tests whether you truly trust him. #oldho
-Keeps parts of himself hidden even while getting closer to you, because hes afraid that you’ll think hes too broken to be fixed
-Somehow becomes both more genuine and more teasing as time passes
-Loves sneaking up behind you just to startle you affectionatel
AGets quietly protective when situations become dangerous, very overprotective
-Looks at you like youre something fascinating and precious
-Loves latenight conversations when neither of you can sleep
-Teasing menace. Fully enjoys watching you get embarrassed. He’ll even try to embarras ypu in public sometimes
-The type to flirt in a calm casual tone that somehow makes it worse for you
-Carries loneliness from outliving so many people and sometimes wonders if letting himself love deeply is worth the eventual pain
Simeon
-soft patient and unintentionally romantic
-Looks at you with so much fondness its obvious to everyone except you.
-Loves spending peaceful quiet time together (plus luke, if you dont mind his so-)
-Extremely gentle and reassuring partner, you dont have to worry about anything.
-Loves holding your hand. absentmindedly while talking
-Gives forehead kisses CONSTANTLY
-Writes little thoughtful notes/messages for you everyday
-The safest person to cry to because he never judges your feelings or makes you feel stupid
-Surprisingly good at making you flustered while sounding completely innocent
-Very affectionate and attentive once alone together
-Sometimes fears becoming too attached and losing someone precious again
How they’d react when you started dating someone else
Lucifer
-He doesnt confront you not because he doesnt care,but because he believes he has no right to.
-Throws himself into work and becoming colder and more distant with everyone, not just you.
-The only crack: a quiet “I hope they treat you well” is said in a tone that sounds like a warning more than a wish.
-secretly tries to win you back, because hes the avatar of pride; theres no better partner for you than him.
Mammon
Takes it as betrayal even if it isnt. he thought what you had was obvious.
-lowkey gets loud and argumentative, then suddenly avoids you altogether as if you had done something wrong
-You overhear him once: “I was yer first… wasnt that s’posed to mean somethin’?”
-Will come around if he sees you genuinely happy with someone else, but he’ll never truly give up on you.
-robs the person who youre dating
Leviathan
Fully retreats into his room, no games, no chats, nothing. Its like he never existed, it gets to a point that his brothers have to break down his door to make him come downstairs to eat.
-Convinces himself he was just a “temporary event” in your life, believing he was never enough for you.
-If you try to talk to him, he laughs it off but it sounds wrong. ”Its fine… I knew my route was a bad ending anyway..a gross otaku like me could never get the happy ending”
Satan
-Anger simmers under control but it doesnt go away.
-Fixates on the situation, what your date has that he doesnt.
-His voice stays calm but cutting ”I suppose theyre more… suitable for you”
-if he ever hears that your partner did even as much as upset you, he’d hunt them down and…well you know what he’d do.
Asmodeus
-Smiles through it and plays it off like it doesnt matter but hes shaken.
-Starts overcompensating, more attention seeking, more validation from others. Trying to forget his sadness by spending the night with strangers.
-When he finally cracks he asks you, his voice quiet: “Am I… not enough anymore?”
Beelzebub
-Doesnt get angry, hes just deeply and quietly hurt.
-Keeps treating you the same, but theres hesitation now like hes unsure where he stands and what hes allowed to say/do with you now.
-The saddest part is when he says ”I thought… I was someone special to you too”
Belphegor
-Pulls away first before you can, acts like he expected this all along.
-Uses indifference as a shield but watches you more closely than ever.
-If hes cornered, hes blunt and cold “Go be with them then. Thats what you want, isnt it?”
Diavolo
-At first hes genuinely supportive he wants you to be happy even if its not with him.
-But the distance hits him slowly, He starts smiling less and his laughs dont last as long.
-The real hurt slips out quietly one evening when youre over at the castle for tea “I thought… I might have been someone you’d choose someday. But i suppose i should’ve known your heart already belonged to another”
- bonus points if you started dating barbatos or lucifer.
Barbatos
-doesnt react outwardly at all. If anything he seems even more composed than usual.
-But he becomes more formal with you. Its a subtle shift from personal to strictly proper.
-The pain is in what he doesnt say. He simply steps back… as if he was never meant to be an option for you.
-bonus points if he lost you to solomon or diavolo.
Solomom
-Masks everything with humor and teasing at first.
-Keeps things light but starts disappearing more often,harder to reach, harder to read.
-When it slips its honest and a little bitter “I suppose I miscalculated… I thought I had more time with you. More time to win your heart”
Simeon
-Accepts it with grace he wont interfere with your choices.
-Continues to treat you kindly but theres a quiet sadness behind it now.
-If you look closely you notice the restraint ”What matters is that youre happy… even if it isnt with me.”
-hes so sweet about it that it breaks your heart instead, i mean how could you ever choose someone else than him?
How the characters react to finding you asleep on their bed, hugging their shirt 🛌🧸🎀
Hc
lucifer
-He pauses in the doorway his expression is unreadable, but his ears are faintly red when he notices you clutching his shirt like your life depended on it.
-He Sighs softly and drapes the blanket over you while muttering something about “improper use of my belongings” while absolutely not taking the shirt back.
-Later he will tease you with his usual dignified smugnessbut he keeps that shirt unwashed for a while. On those rare nights he has nightmares of the past, he hugs the very same shirt thats now covered in your scent.
Mammon
-”OI HUMAN WHAT’RE YA DOIN-” and then he short circuits when he sees youre hugging his shirt. In his bed. Asleep. (Good luck, he’ll never let you leave his bed after this)
-His Face is burning as he stomps around pretending to be mad but refuses to wake you up, i mean…what kind of a demon would he be if he dared to disturb his humans sleep? (He’ll go yell at his brothers if they dare to make any loud noices in the house)
-Ends up lying down next to you while grumbling that you “owe him interest” while holding you like youre his most valuable treasure. Because to him, you are.
Leviathan
-He freezes. Full buffering mode. Youre in his tub. Holding. His. Shirt.WILLINGLY
-Brain immediately labels this as “peak romance anime moment” and he panics about whether hes in a hidden camera prank show.
-he Quietly slides in beside you with a racing, heart and whispers that if this is a dream he doesnt wanna wake up
-secretly takes photos of your sleeping face, will look at them later and tell henry how cute you looked.
Satan
-Stops mid step eyes softening almost imperceptibly when he notices the way youre curled around his shirt like a small kitten
-Carefully brushes hair from your face, he’ll make sure to cherish this rare moment where his brothers arent hogging all your attention for once.
-Leaves a book open on his nightstand and joins you letting you instinctively cling to him instead. He’ll also snap a few pics and send them to lucifer just to annoy him
Asmo
-Gasps softly like he just witnessed the cutest thing in all three realms
Immediately takes a picture for his eyes only because this is intimate and he treasures it. He never tought he could feel such intense love towards anyone else, until he met you
-Slides into bed and replaces the shirt with himself cooing about how adorable you are when you nuzzle closer to him, he’ll cover your face in gentle kisses
Beel
-Tilts his head while quietly staring at how small you look in his bed hugging his shirt, i mean he’s huge even for a demon but compared to a human? Massive, you look like you could drown in it which makes his heart beat faster.
-Heart swells in that simple steady way Beel loves, no teasing just pure warmth that he’s known from
-Carefully lies down and lets you grab his arm instead while wrapping around you like youre something precious he needs to protect. Placing a kiss on your temple as he tells you to sleep well
Belphie
-Smirks immediately. Of course you missed him. Obviously. (No, hes definetly not blushing)
-Doesnt wake you up he just crawls into bed and tugs you against his chest replacing the shirt without ceremony.
-“You could’ve just asked if you wanted to cuddle me this badly” before falling asleep with his face buried in your hair, a small smile forming on his lips.
Diavolo
-He absolutely stops in the doorway and just stares for a second, his smile soft and almost shy when he sees you hugging his shirt.
-His chest feels ridiculously warm, just the idea that you seek comfort in him means more than he can put into words
-He gently joins you in bed and lets you cling to him instead wrapping his arms around you like hes already decided you belong there (you do)
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A/n; yall sorry i’ve been inactive and havent done any reqs, just gave birth 12.2. I had a very hard pregnancy, and both of us almost died during labor so i’ve just tried to relax and heal now that im out of the hospital. Both me and my daughter are doing fine now tho so i’ll try to be more active
While i do love the whole ”mcgets turned into a cat, and now has to find a way to tell the brothers the cat is them” trope thingy. Now instead of a cat imagine mc turning into a like…idk iguana or a spider? Like i just know mammon would shit his pants the second he saw the goliath bordeater just chilling on top of mcs clothes that were piled on the floor. Or levi waking up and seeing a blobfish just chilling in henry’s tank, staring at the sleeping demon
some of you freaks hide the links in your pinned post in such crazy ways. why do i have to answer your riddles three to FIND A MASTERLIST. IM TRYING TO MASTURBATE
2.4K Words | AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used | Current CW: mentions of breeding,
Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you, in the shadows, something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are, and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.
Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of.
Current Summary ~ After a painful wound leaves the brothers reeling and confirms the beginning of Diavolo’s breeding rut everyone finally gives you in depth answers as to what’s happening and what it means for the future.
After waking from your impromptu nap, you were given water by Satan, who was reading by your bedside. As soon as you finished the glass, Asmodeus brought you a wet rag to help with your heat flashes, and Leviathan brought a change of bandages.
If the situation weren’t so serious, you’d laugh at how the brothers reacted to seeing your wound, but this time you agreed with them; at least, until you knew what was happening.
Beelzebub carried you downstairs, where Lucifer waited in the common room, and one by one, the brothers took seats on the couch.
Beelzebub sat down, still holding you in his arms, and you rested your head against his muscular chest, feeling safe in his embrace.
“___,” Lucifer began, calling your attention to him. “What do you know about rut?”
“Like in omegaverse or the animal kingdom…”
“No, but close enough,” Lucifer sighed. “You were supposed to have learned about this in your first year here at RAD.”
“Yeah…I kinda tuned out the sexual stuff…” You admitted, blushing.
Satan shook his head, and Lucifer sighed, then gave you an explanation of what was happening to Diavolo and how you were involved.
“Rut is a state of being that demon men go into. During this period, their instincts take full control over them. Stronger demons like ourselves and Diavolo can maintain our consciousness during this time of intense sexual urges. Some choose to wait out the few days, and others seek relief. Diavolo, as the prince, has always silently endured these periods that occur every few years, but this year is different, as is the rut.” He explained, and you nodded along while the worried expressions grew on everyone else’s faces.
“There are two stages of rut. One is the common rut I explained. Then there is the rarer form that mostly only occurs in ancient bloodlines like Diavolo’s or Mephistopheles or in exceptionally powerful demons like myself.” His brothers rolled their eyes at his subtle brag, especially when they were included among these powerful demons.
“This is known as breeding rut. No matter how much power or self-control you possess, you are absolutely unable to maintain any sense of self during this rut, as your only desire is not seeking out sex, but seeking a mate to breed with. While demons often go this alone in favor of not fathering a child, they must be locked away to avoid harming others and themselves in their desperation.”
“It’s the fucking worst,” Mammon butt in, recalling the time spent trapped in magic chains to stop him from going haywire. “Like…ya don’t remember what happened, but the feelings kinda linger…”
Beelzebub nodded, “It’s…unpleasant.”
“It’s like suuuuper painful if you don’t relieve the urges, and Lucifer wouldn’t let me!” Asmodeus whined.
“Did you want to be a father?” Lucifer growled.
“Hell no.”
“Then stop complaining.”
Belphegor nodded along to everything until now, but explained in detail what Mammon meant by the feeling lingering. “It’s painful. Even though you don’t remember it, your body does, and you sometimes get flashbacks of intense pain out of nowhere…”
You frowned, upset that your friends had to experience this. And now…now Diavolo was experiencing this.
You assumed correctly, as Lucifer’s following words revealed the truth of the situation. “Diavolo has gone into breeding rut for the first time…breeding rut…it’s different in the royal family. It symbolizes full maturity.”
“Full maturity?” You inquired for details, and he nodded.
“Diavolo can take the throne any day now after the rut is over.”
Your heart skipped in surprise and excitement at your crush's impending coronation, but it was weighed down by what this all meant in the grand scheme of things.
“Also…in the royal family, you are required to take a partner in breeding rut, meaning Diavolo is expected to conceive his heir as soon as he fully goes into rut.”
Your heart sank deeper than you thought it could.
“A-an heir?”
Lucifer nodded, and Beelzebub wrapped his arms around you more tightly.
There was no way you could admit your tears were ones of jealousy. You wanted it to be you, but you were nowhere near ready. Did this mean you were going to have to let go of Diavolo as soon as you understood he was the one you most wanted in life?
“Ignoring the traditions of the royal family. This is a period in a demon’s life where they are at their highest fertility and he is instinctively seeking a partner to mate with. Demons choose and seduce their partners by bathing them in their scent to ward off other demons. They may also overwhelm their target with gifts to force them to nest as well as taking personal items from them as a way to nest themselves.”
“Nest?”
“Succubi nest during heat, but demons in rut can do so as well. They surround themselves with scents that make them feel comfortable and help relieve them in other ways… nesting is a deep instinct even humans have. Humans might feel the urge to keep things more clean, they might move precious or comfortable items to their room…Normally, they only do this after impregnation, but for demons, it happens in preparation to impregnate or be impregnated.”
“So you’re saying Diavolo is instinctually trying to knock me up?” You asked, heated in the face.
Lucifer nodded.
“Barbatos will secure Diavolo in his room and keep the fact that he is in breeding rut a secret so that Diavolo won’t have to go through with ancient traditions…At least I suspect that’s the plan, although some staff at the castle witnessed him acting incredibly clingy with you, I heard.”
“Whaddya mean clingy?” Mammon asked, and Lucifer shook his head.
“It’s better you not know.”
“What the hell, that’s way worse!?”
“Anyway…Diavolo’s odd behavior stems from his failure to recognize that he was entering a rut due to his extremely strict control over himself. Diavolo can even complete some busywork in the throes of a typical rut by pushing down and ignoring his instincts, but as I said, this isn’t possible during a breeding rut. As upset with him as I am…he’s probably terrified as this is likely his first time ever losing control of his instincts…” Lucifer admitted, feeling only slight pity for his friend.
“So what about the bite?” You asked after he finished explaining, and the brothers all glanced at each other.
“That…I can’t explain,” Lucifer sighed.
You were shocked that there was something he didn’t know, despite the fact that he must have been researching it after it occurred.
“Then allow me to explain,” you heard the gentle voice of Barbatos standing in the entryway.
Everyone but Lucifer was visibly startled at his sudden arrival, a fact that tickled Barbatos, though he didn’t show it.
Barbatos gave his usual smile, the one that hid everything he was really feeling, and he turned to you to explain the significance of your mark.
“Marks are incredibly rare. Typically, marking is only done among demons that go into breeding rut, the upper echelon of the realm. It’s a technique kept secret within these families to prevent lesser demons from making use of its ability.”
That piqued your interest. “Its ability?”
“Indeed. For as long as the mark lasts, demons of lower standing are unable to approach you if their intent is sexual. It also enhances your own power, and most importantly, your fertility.”
Mammon grimaced, and Lucifer tapped his foot, agitated by it all.
“Marking only happens on instinct as it did with Lord Diavolo when the marked is emotionally, physically, mentally, and sexually the most compatible person with the one giving the mark.”
Mammon immediately got to his feet in protest, “Hey! Whoa! You mean like in the room, right?”
Barbatos shook his head, looking exasperated. “No. I mean in all creation.”
Everyone froze, yourself included as this seemed like an exaggeration.
“Back in the early days of the Devildom, it was more common as demons were few in number, but the more our numbers grew, the less common it became until it only occurred through consent and not instinctually.” He elaborated, and Mammon’s nails dug into the sides of his arms, listening to it. Lucifer unfolded Mammon’s arms before he drew blood and turned back to Barbatos.
“When is the last time something like this happened?”
Barbatos thought for a moment and nodded, “I believe it was about one hundred and twenty-seven thousand years ago. One of Mephistopheles’s younger cousins had it occur. There was a grand celebration for the engagement, if you recall.”
“Hmm. I recall being forced to attend one of his family gatherings with Lord Diavolo, yes…” Lucifer sighed.
“The odds of this happening, ___,” Barbatos turned to you, “are less than one in five hundred decillion.”
Mammon’s eyes shot wide open, “That rare!?”
Even Lucifer was stunned by that number.
Satan clicked his tongue, annoyed with where this conversation was going.
“So…” you began as you tried piecing your thoughts together. “All the people in the near million years Diavolo has lived and the millions more that he will live…and I’m the only one he’ll ever mark?”
Barbatos smiled at your understanding. “That is correct. And on that note, ___ there are a few things I need you to gather from the castle—“
“Bring them here instead, why don’t you?” Satan hissed, and Barbatos gave him a chilling grin that made Mammon hide behind the couch.
“I’m afraid I need to discuss something very private with ___ about today’s events.” He snapped, and everyone remained silent as you nodded and Beelzebub reluctantly released you from his arms to take Barbatos’s hand.
The brothers watched uneasily as you disappeared with Barbatos into the portal.
Sweat dripped down Mammon’s brow as he looked at Lucifer, whose eyes were vacant but glued to the last place you’d been standing.
“Hey…you don’t think Barbatos is gonna—“
“Not another word,” Lucifer hissed, taking his brothers by surprise.
“I’m just tryna—“
“I don’t care. Asmodeus, get Solomon here immediately.”
“Huh? Me? He’ll answer way faster if it’s you!”
“Is this really that serious? It’s Barbatos…” Beelzebub tried to calm his brothers despite his own swelling worry. Belphegor placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head to quiet his twin.
“Shit,” Lucifer cursed as he took out his D.D.D. to ring the person he got on with the very least.
Solomon saw his phone ring and had to do a double-take at who was calling, but quickly answered with a sly grin, prepared to offer his help in exchange for a pact. But that changed when he heard out Lucifer’s reason for calling.
“Diavolo marked them. And Barbatos just took them away. Stop him. Now.”
Solomon felt a chill run down his spine, not something he experienced often around demons since he usually had them wrapped around his finger without them even knowing.
But Diavolo was not one of those demons he could easily manipulate, and despite having a pact with Barbatos, Barbatos wasn’t an easy demon to control. After all, asking Barbatos to do anything against Diavolo was in violation of their pact, but when it came to his dear apprentice, Solomon would grit his teeth and try anyway.
Solomon quickly exited his room, Barbatos’s grimoir in his bag, just in case, and his angel roommates watched him worriedly.
“Solomon?” Raphael asked, stopping him in place with a hand on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” Luke asked as he placed his whisk and bowl back on the counter.
Solomon was hesitant to freely share this information, but decided it might be best to have the angels backing him up on this one.
“I believe ___ may be in danger.”
Simeon clenched his fists, and the grip on Solomon’s shoulder felt like it would break his collarbone, so he quickly ducked away from the angel wielding his spear.
“How can we help!?” Luke asked determinedly.
Solomon shook his head in distress. “We have to stop Barbatos.”
Simeon’s eyes widened in surprise. “Barbatos? Did something happen?”
Solomon glanced at Luke, and Luke tilted his head worriedly. Simeon understood and ushered Luke away, who complained endlessly as he was shut in his room and made to promise not to listen in.
“We don’t have much time. Barbatos confirmed Diavolo has been washing ___ in his scent.”
Raphael tilted his head, not as familiar with demon instincts as Simeon.
“I see…so is he going into rut?” Simeon asked, and Raphael flinched as he caught on.
“I’m afraid so…what’s worse…he marked ___.”
Simeon didn’t understand, but both he and Raphael grit their teeth, feeling a similar sense of loss.
“He’s in a state of being…or about to be at least, where he cannot control himself, and right now the only thing he’s going to long for is ___.”
“I should alert Michael—“
Solomon shook his head before Raphael could retrieve his D.D.D.
“That’ll make things worse. The less people that know this is happening the better. In the royal family, a demon in breeding rut MUST breed,” Solomon stressed. “The only way we can protect ___ from Diavolo breeding them is simply not to tell them the urgency of this tradition and to keep him locked away so no one will know this momentous point in his life has occurred.”
Raphael frowned, and Simeon growled—a habit he’d picked up in the Devildom.
“I don’t have anymore time to explain. Lucifer and I need to stop Barbatos from asking ___ to assist Diavolo. Knowing ___ they’ll likely agree.”
Simeon felt a shiver course through his body. “That would…throw the power between our worlds off balance.”
Raphael clutched his spear nearly hard enough to break it as his heart sank in fear for the first time that the Devildom may have the advantage, and all because the devil fell in love with a sorcerer.
Barbatos teleported you both to the castle with one arm around your waist to keep you steady.
“S-so…my clothes?” You asked after stabilizing yourself, fully aware this was likely not just about your clothes.
Barbatos shook his head, “I’m afraid he’s nesting with those…your scent is very comforting to him. But…I can retrieve them if you truly want me to.”
The idea of Diavolo nuzzling into your clothes flashed into your mind, making your heart flutter, and you shook your head, trying to collect yourself.
“No. Whatever I can do to ease his pain,” you smiled, and Barbatos matched your grin.
Barbatos then did something you did not expect: he got down on both knees and prostrated himself before you, his head touching the shining floor of the palace.
“B-Barbatos!?” You exclaimed.
“I know this is a lot to ask of you ___….” He said slowly, urgency in his tone, “But please, I beg of you…help the Young Master in his rut. Allow him to breed you.”
Life had slowed down in a way he never thought it would, there was no constant emergencies, no late night paperwork stacked to the ceiling and no brothers bursting into his study every five minutes. Retirement suited him more than he’d ever admit, Mornings were unhurried Meals were regular. You cooked together, ate together, lingered at the table just talking about random stuff. Sometimes he’d sit beside you on the couch for hours, doing absolutely nothing, perhaps even humoring you and letting you play with his wings while he lay on your lap and for once, that felt… good. So the changes came quietly. A little more softness around his waist, His shirts fitting just slightly tighter than before. His face rounding out, prideful sharpness replaced with something warmer, something softer. He chalked it up to age, to peace. He didnt dwell on it too much.
Until that night.
You’d just showered together, the steam still clinging to the bathroom mirrors. Lucifer was in that familiar mood you loved. low voice, teasing touches and that confident sinful smile he used to undo you every time. He reached for you while murmuring something smooth and dangerous… and then he caught his reflection im the mirror.
He froze in shock.
The man staring back wasnt the perfectly sculpted Avatar of Pride he remembered, the man he was used to seeing in the mirror for millions of years. His stomach was soft now, no longer flat and carved but plush and real. His jawline that was once razor sharp had softened, a faint double chin visible when he tilted his head and His body looked… lived in. For a long moment, he just stared at himself. You noticed immediately the way his shoulders stiffened, the way his expression shifted with uncertainty flickering where confidence usually lived. You stepped closer without a word wrapping your arms around him from behind and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“Youre beautiful” you said gently, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And to you…it was. He scoffed softly but there was no bite to it. “I no longer resemble pride incarnate”
You smiled against his skin, soft chuckle escaping your lips. “No. You look like someone who’s loved, Someone who finally got to rest” His eyes softened at that as he looked at you again..really looked. You hadnt faded with time. If anything you’d grown more radiant, more yourself. And somehow… you were still choosing him. After all these years. Lucifer exhaled slow and deep and reached back to hold your hands over his stomach. “…If this is the cost of happiness,” he murmured “then it is one I will accept.” And this time when he pulled you closer, there was no hesitation at all. He was right where he belonged, in your arms.
could you write something about drunk Lucifer? Maybe MC going to escort him back home after an evening of drinking with Diavolo? Or maybe just him coming back home drunk and beelining towards MCs room because he felt affectionate? (Or any other scenario you see fit) I love how this man canonically becomes all lovey dovey when drunk.
Thank you so much !!
Drunk Confessions!
Characters: Drunk! Lucifer x GN Reader
Word Count: 518
Rating: Fluff
Cw: Mature language and mentions of alcohol
A/N: I'm back!!! Sorry if this was rotting in my inbox for a bit.
Lucifer is absolutely not supposed to be drunk.
MC knows this the moment they open their door and find him standing there, coat crooked, collar undone, red eyes unfocused in a way that makes their stomach drop.
“…Lucifer?”
He blinks at them, slow and deliberate, like the world takes a second to catch up.
“There you are,” he says, voice low and warm and dangerously fond. “Fuck— I was starting to think I’d gone to the wrong room.”
MC stares. “You’re drunk.”
Lucifer exhales a short laugh. “Yes. Diavolo drinks like he’s trying to kill someone, and apparently that someone was me.”
He takes one step forward and immediately sways. MC reacts without thinking, grabbing his arm to steady him. The second they do, Lucifer’s hand closes over theirs, firm and grounding.
He doesn’t let go.
“You should be in bed,” MC says gently. “Preferably yours.”
“I could have gone,” he admits, leaning closer, lowering his voice. “But I didn’t want to.”
That makes MC’s chest tighten.
Lucifer tilts his head, eyes heavy-lidded but sincere. “I wanted you.”
There’s no teasing. No arrogance. Just blunt honesty, like the alcohol stripped away every carefully constructed wall.
MC guides him inside before he tips over completely. The door clicks shut behind them, and Lucifer exhales like he’s been holding his breath all night.
“Do you have any idea,” he mutters, “how exhausting it is to be in control all the damn time?”
Before MC can respond, he leans forward, resting his forehead against theirs. His breath is warm, his posture loose, trusting in a way that feels almost sacred.
“You make it stop,” he murmurs. “The noise. The pressure. All that shit.”
MC wraps their arms around him instinctively. Lucifer immediately relaxes, sinking into the embrace like he’s been waiting for permission. His arms slide around MC’s waist, not tight, not possessive—just there.
“Lucifer,” MC whispers. “You’re very affectionate when you’re drunk.”
He huffs a quiet laugh into their shoulder. “I’m affectionate when I’m sober,” he says. “I just don’t let myself show it.”
His grip tightens slightly. “Tonight, I don’t give a fuck.”
MC smiles despite themselves, fingers threading gently through his loosened hair. “You’ll regret this in the morning.”
“Probably,” he agrees. “But right now, I don’t care.”
They stand there in the quiet of MC’s room, Lucifer breathing slow and steady, weight resting comfortably against them.
“You can stay,” MC says softly. “Until you sober up.”
Lucifer hums, satisfied. “Good. Because I walked all the way here, and I’ll be damned if I’m moving again.”
He pulls back just enough to look at MC, eyes soft, expression unguarded.
“Thank you,” he says quietly. “For letting me be this… undignified.”
MC smiles. “I think you’re kind of adorable like this.”
Lucifer snorts. “Don’t ever say that to my face when I’m sober.”
Then he pulls MC back into his arms, resting his chin on their shoulder.
“Now hush,” he murmurs. “And let me enjoy this before I remember I’m supposed to be terrifying.”
Something i have learned from the new obey me game, is that lucifer is deadass hornier than asmo. No matter what this man says, he’ll always make sure we know hes in the mood to do it XD freakifier is officially canon
2.8K Words | AFAB Reader but no pronouns used | Current CW: Sexual conversations, mentions of human and demon anatomy, mentions of breeding and rut, kissing
Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you, in the shadows, something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are, and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.
Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of
Part Ten Summary ~ The day you’ve been waiting for to have tea with your crush, Diavolo, has finally arrived but tea isn’t the only thing you partake in.
You woke up with anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins as your day with Diavolo had finally arrived. Sure, he’d been acting a little bit off recently, but his getting a little horny for you didn’t bother you at all; in fact, it made you feel similarly.
That’s why you opted for an extensive shower routine—the same one Asmo would perform before one of his sex parties.
After scrubbing yourself down in the shower, shaving, scrubbing down again, and thoroughly cleansing your hair, you took to smothering your body in lotion.
You sighed as you looked yourself over in the mirror, turning around to make sure the back of your neck was covered by the scarf you chose—not Mephistopheles’, you didn’t know if it would upset Diavolo or not, even though it was just a friendly gift.
You looked at the clock. It was thirty minutes until your meeting with Diavolo, and your stomach was starting to growl, excited for Barbatos’s cooking that had been promised to you.
Your D.D.D. pinged with an alert from Diavolo as you did up your hair in a ponytail.
Diavolo: See you soon! The sourdough is almost done!
You grinned and jumped in excitement like a child at the thought of eating such good bread again. It had been far too long since you’d had genuinely good bread. The brothers had tried in vain to replicate Barbatos’s masterpiece, but all had failed despite his own instructions.
MC: Can’t wait! I’m touching up my makeup, and I’ll be over. Is it ok if I’m early?
Diavolo: Yes, of course! It’ll give us more time together! ;)
You giggled and slipped on a pair of shoes. Your outfit was more bland than usual. You’d decided not to wear any gifts from anyone on the off chance there were lingering pheromones that might affect your decision-making.
You felt guilty about how excited Diavolo was to see you, probably waiting with another gift, only for you to tell him to stop giving you things.
You frowned but rehearsed what you’d tell him in the mirror until it felt natural. You turned the bathroom fan off and gathered your laundry into the basket before swiftly exiting the bathroom to see Leviathan on his gaming device waiting in front of the door.
Leviathan blushed as you exited and quickly hid his game device as he got up to check on you.
“___-___ are you gonna be okay on your own today?” He worried, and you smiled and pecked his cheek, leaving him a stuttering mess.
You chuckled and reassured him you were fine now, but before you could leave the house, Satan gave you a pleading look and urged, “Be careful.”
You nodded and summoned a portal to Diavolo’s castle.
You appeared at the entrance of Diavolo’s castle with the grace of someone now used to teleporting and were greeted by Barbatos, who’d sensed your magic and come for your arrival.
He bowed and smiled, “Greetings, ___. The Young Master is overjoyed to have you visit him today.” He informed, and you grinned.
“Good. I’m excited too.” You agreed, and he smiled, holding out his arm.
“Your scarf,” he nodded, but you quickly stepped away.
“I better not…” You said with a hint of guilt—you’d managed to completely forget the body makeup to cover your hickey, even though you’d put it in plain sight on the bathroom counter.
Barbatos tilted his head and sighed, surmising why you’d be hiding yourself. “Lucifer…” he mumbled, and you nodded.
“Is it true that Diavolo is scent-bathing me?” You asked him point-blank as you walked to the dining room.
Barbatos was taken aback, but after a moment of silence, he nodded.
“I don’t believe he understands why…”
You gave him a stern look, “and you do?”
Barbatos shook his head. “I have a theory….But I cannot be certain yet.”
“Then when will you be certain?” You asked, unnerved by the cryptic response, and he frowned, unsure.
“I cannot say.”
“You can’t or won’t?”
“Both,” he said with a sad smile, so you dropped the conversation as Barbatos stepped in front of you to open the dining hall doors.
Diavolo looked up from his book, eyes beaming, and quickly got up from his seat, arms outstretched to greet you.
You rushed to his side and wrapped your arms around him, embracing the friendly giant in a tight hug that he reciprocated with a bit too much strength.
“Oof—“ you choked, and he immediately released you and apologized.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize I was using so much strength.”
Barbatos frowned upon hearing this and excused himself from the room to fetch the bread that was nearly done so that you and Diavolo could have privacy.
Diavolo scooted out your chair for you, and once you were seated, he pushed it back in place and took his own seat across from you.
Your feet quickly found his, maintaining contact with him beneath the table as you smiled at the man you’d come to realize was the only one for you.
Diavolo smiled with the same sentiment, though he’d long since realized his commitment to you.
Diavolo nudged your foot gently and set his book to the side out of the way for when the food would be brought.
“What book is it you’re reading?” You asked, starting that day’s conversation.
He grinned and held it up, “It’s called Grey’s Anatomy.”
You nodded as he explained that your biology classes inspired him to study human anatomy more closely.
“Is it to your liking?” You asked, and he nodded quickly.
“Yes. The human body is so fascinating. I’m surprised at how different it is from the demon body. You took demon anatomy, didn’t you?” He asked so he could gauge your knowledge of what he was about to explain.
“In the first semester, but I wasn’t paying too close attention with everything going on.” You admitted, and he nodded understandingly.
“Well, for starters, the size and placement of your organs are different from ours,” he began, and you listened intently, not because you were interested in the subject but because it was Diavolo who was talking.
Diavolo noticed the affectionate gleam in your eyes and felt his throat tighten. He immediately reached for his tie to loosen it, and you gave him a worried look, then stood up to help.
“Are you okay?” You fretted, and his heart leapt at your care for him.
He nodded, and you helped fix his tie in place. Diavolo grabbed your hand as you did so and, without thinking, kissed the back of it.
Your face flushed, and he chuckled as you shyly walked back to your seat, heat radiating off your face as you brought your hand to your lips and looked at Diavolo teasingly.
Diavolo suddenly felt a surge of temptation, greater than usual, and all at once, he struggled to remain in his seat and maintain his friendly smile.
Diavolo cleared his throat and asked you about your studies for human anatomy.
“Well, it’s supposed to be human biology, but right now they’re talking a lot about how it interacts with demon anatomy.”
Diavolo nodded, listening as intently to you as you had with him.
“Right now, it’s been about the gestation process and the final stages of human pregnancy with a human child compared to a Cambion child.”
Cambion. It wasn’t a word heard often in the Devildom. It was the offspring of a human and a demon. Cambion would eventually become fully demon, as demon DNA was homogeneous and did not mix with other DNA.
Diavolo felt a heat building in his core as you discussed Cambion pregnancy—something your body was capable of, but more importantly, something he could do to you.
Diavolo took a sip of his water, hoping to calm down, but nearly spit it out when you reached for your own glass and your scarf slipped out of place and exposed a bruise on your neck.
Something in Diavolo was finally beginning to unravel, and he asked you to come to him as calmly as he could.
You fixed your scarf back in place as you stood up and quickly understood why Diavolo wanted your attention.
Diavolo scooted his seat out, and as soon as you were within reach, Diavolo pulled you into his lap and tugged the scarf off from around your neck to expose your hickey.
You heard a soft and uncharacteristic growl coming from Diavolo’s throat, one he was unable to suppress.
“You let him give you these…” Diavolo questioned, not seeming sad but offended.
You nodded and apologized, “I’m sorry…”
“Why are you apologizing?” Diavolo asked when, and suddenly, he had a sense of dread. “…How far did you go? No, I’m sorry that was far too personal to ask you, please forgive me,” he said so quickly that it took you a minute to process his question.
Softly, you admitted, “We…didn’t go all the way.”
“The other day I asked about you and Lucifer…you told me you didn’t care for him romantically.”
“And I don’t.”
“I see, then allow me to be frank. Do you care for him sexually?”
You turned bright red and began to stutter incomprehensibly. “N-n-n-no! I-I mean, there’s sexual tension a-and stuff…b-but—“ you wondered if this is how Levi felt each time he stuttered. “I-it’s not like that…just…just falling to t-temptation sometimes….”
Diavolo blushed and apologized again for asking, but inside he felt a deep sense of relief.
Having already crossed the lines of a casual conversation, he decided to pry—something else uncharacteristic of him.
“How far did you go?”
You turned an even brighter shade of red but were weak to his stern voice and admitted. “H-He just…just heavy petting.”
“What were you going to say? He just what?” Diavolo urged, his breath against your ear and his arms wrapped tightly around your stomach as he began losing control.
“He just touched my breasts…that’s all. I didn’t let him touch me anywhere else.”
Again, Diavolo felt relieved but continued to question you, “Did you want him to?”
You weren’t sure how to answer that question, and Diavolo saw your hesitation as confirmation and sighed.
“Do you…still want him to?” He asked, sounding nervous, and you gripped his hand and turned around as much as you could to face him.
“No.”
Diavolo’s heart leaped, and he grinned and tilted his head curiously. “Why is that?”
You blushed and sat in his lap silently for a minute while he waited for you to answer.
You knew he could sense the truth, so lying wouldn’t do any good. “Because I…I couldn’t stop thinking…about you…The other day, when I told you my body was acting on its own…I couldn’t give him consent.”
So you were going to? This thought upset Diavolo, but he hid it with a fake smile, so you immediately clarified. “But I’m glad.”
“Oh?”
“It helped me realize that’s not what I wanted… just my body…”
“And…what do you want?” Diavolo asked his lips against your ear as he ran his fingers through your hair, anxious to hear the answer he desired.
“I want…you. Only you—“
Diavolo pressed his lips against yours, and you heard a staff member gasp in surprise in the distance as Diavolo turned you to face him properly so he could insert his tongue into your mouth.
Your heart raced, and you already began to feel heat building in your core. Diavolo could feel your desire for him, and it fueled his own, making him tune out his surroundings entirely. There was already a fire inside of him, but now it was sending him over the edge, and he continued to lose more control over acting out his desires for you.
With his tongue deep in your mouth, neither of you noticed Barbatos entering and nearly dropping his tray in surprise at seeing his master with a hand up your shirt unhooking your bra as the other firmly held your waist in place against him. At the same time, he partook in your mouth, silencing your pleased moans.
“Young Master!” Barbatos scolded and tugged Diavolo away from you by the collar, immediately dismissing the staff in the room, who were red with embarrassment and shock.
You panted, and a string of saliva connecting your mouth to Diavolo’s broke as he parted unwillingly.
Barbatos tugged you off of the prince’s lap as politely as he could and set you down in your chair as he stood behind Diavolo, his demon tail out and swaying in displeasure.
Diavolo used a cloth napkin to dab the saliva from his mouth as he collected himself, but the bulge in his pants didn’t soften, not with you in front of him.
“Your much-desired bread,” Barbatos said sternly and handed you each a plate and a bread knife. “You may continue with your tea,” he emphasized the final word, reminding you both where you were and who you were with.
Diavolo blushed and cleared his throat, attempting to start a normal conversation again.
“S-So…I see you aren’t wearing any accessories today,” Diavolo said, finally taking notice of your lack of jewelry.
“Yes, it was…making the brothers uncomfortable. That’s why…” You hesitated to reveal to Diavolo what you’d rehearsed earlier, but sighed and bit the bullet anyway. “I can’t accept anymore gifts from you going forward.”
Diavolo stopped mid-chew, and Barbatos studied his master’s body for any concerning reactions, but instead Diavolo sat straight in his chair and laced his fingers together as he pressed you for details.
“It’s…making everyone uncomfortable.”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“No.”
“Then why ask me to stop?”
“Because. Because I care how everyone feels, and your scent bathing me or whatever it is is really upsetting them.”
Diavolo sighed and answered bluntly, “Of course it does. Anyone would be upset seeing someone court the person they love.”
You nearly choked on the bite of bread you’d taken. Court? Was he courting you? For dating? Do you court someone before dating them in the Devildom?
Diavolo watched your reaction as your thoughts raced. You gulped down a glass of water and held it up for Barbatos to take and refill.
Barbatos was hesitant to leave you two alone again, but nodded and left while giving Diavolo a stern look.
“It’s different from that. I think your phermones are messing with my mind,” you worried, and Diavolo frowned and shook his head.
“Phermones wouldn’t alter your brain chemistry unless I were intentionally drowning you in them, and I certainly haven’t.”
You nodded, knowing he wouldn’t lie to you. “Then…what’s with all the gifts all of a sudden? Why is everyone at school whispering about us? Why are the angels so angry all of a sudden? And why was I completely unable to have sex with Lucifer?” You blurted out your questions one after the other.
Diavolo got up from his seat and knelt next to you to meet you at eye level as you remained seated.
“I give you gifts because they make you happy. Demons spread rumors faster than human media. The angels naturally don’t like a human getting so friendly with a demon. And as for Lucifer, that’s something only you can answer; so tell me.” He replied and waited for your response.
You looked away, unable to meet his eyes in your embarrassment, but he lightly gripped your chin and turned your face back to him, an uncharacteristic burning in his golden eyes.
“You wanted to have sex, but you didn’t. It wasn’t because of my pheromones. Your body was acting on instinct, not because of mine or Lucifer’s pheromones. You told me a moment ago, didn’t you? Tell me again,” he urged, desperate to hear you confirm your feelings for him were strongest.
“Because I like you,” you said barely above a whisper, finally meeting his eyes.
This time, you expected Diavolo’s lips, and you met them eagerly as he gripped your thigh and gently pulled you closer to him.
You heard the door to the dining hall slam, and quickly, Barbatos separated you both again.
“What’s gotten into you both?” He asked angrily, “If you two are so eager to partake in one another, then do so in the privacy of your rooms, not out in a semi-public space.”
Diavolo looked at Barbatos, then back at you, and smiled. “Shall we head to my room then?” Diavolo asked, and Barbatos seemed taken aback that he would ask you in his presence.
You nodded nervously, so Barbatos had no choice but to step aside as Diavolo summoned a portal to his bedchambers.
“What have I done?” Barbatos wondered aloud. If Diavolo was about to go into a regular rut, then he should expect you to both be absent for a few days, but if this truly were a breeding rut, then he’d need to stay nearby in case things escalated.
hi!!! i love ur writing so much and the Diavolo-Mammon simping chokehold is so real.
i was wondering if you were going to do a part 2 for your demon heat/rut series? i just read it the other day and it honestly unleashed something in me i didn’t know was there….
Omg ily pookie, im so glad to hear that people like what i write 🥹🙌🏻 and omg!! I had totally forgotten to continue the series XD i’ll start writing p2 tomorrow and hopefully i’ll manage to post it this week 🥲🙌🏻
