#obm lucifer

[twisimp]

decuntification is a real thing

[mamma-mia-mammon]

"I think the moment in lesson 39 where [Hatsune Miku] stood up to Lucifer really cemented her as a fan favourite"

from the same community post that inspired this piece

[aydien677]

MC with SH scars

This is really just for comfort. I've noticed another creator on here has been going through it and possibly made an attempt according to their posts so I'd like to bring some awareness back to self harm and suicide. I wish I could tag them but there isn't a private way I can do so and I'm not gonna call them out like that so I hope they at least find this on their own. I'll do this in three separate sections, first big brothers, baby brothers, then dateables.

Big Brothers | Little Brothers | Dateables

Eldest 3 x Mc

TW: Self Harm, Suicidal ideation, Depression,

Lucifer was not a dense man. He noticed everything, his brothers would say he noticed too much while he knows he doesn't see enough. He would have liked to notice sooner, but the scars across Mc's arms were now mostly old, some still fresh as if it were last night, maybe it was just last night. Lucifer didn't like that thought but he couldn't make the evidence before him disappear.

Lucifer's hand was still around Mc's wrist, holding up their sleeve. He looked hurt that they needed this, that they felt they needed to hurt. He let go and watched them pull their sleeve back down. He wished they had come to him, but instead he noticed and panicked, pulling up their sleeve without warning. Mc held their arm, looking panicked and perhaps a little dead inside. Dead inside was ok so long as Mc wasn't dead on the outside too. Lucifer decided to reapproach this with more delicacy than he had when checking their arm.

"I'm sorry Mc, I should've asked before pulling your sleeve up. May I see it again so I can patch you up?"

Mc didn't look back up at Lucifer. They took a moment, but eventually held up their arms for Lucifer to care for. Lucifer had them sit down and grabbed a first aide kit. Mc flinched when they felt hydrogen peroxide sting away at their self inflicted injuries. They let out a shaky breath as Lucifer knelt before them, tightly wrapping their arms in bandages.

"Are you mad at me?"

Lucifer paused and looked at Mc like they slapped him "No, not for this. I could never be mad at you for this. I'm mad at myself for not paying more attention, so you'll stay with me this week so I can keep track of how well you heal."

"Are you gonna tell the others."

"I'll tell them to keep a closer eye on you, the matter of your scars is yours to share."

Mc finally looked up at Lucifer and he could see how tired they were. He finished wrapping their arms and kissed along the bandages like that would fix everything. It didn't, but it made Mc feel better as Lucifer started gently questioning them.

"Mc, do you want to die?"

"I don't know."

Lucifer held Mc's hands to his face "I'm afraid I don't understand Mc."

Mc sniffled and finally allowed themselves to cry "I don't understand either. I don't want to exist at all but dying feels like a lot."

Lucifer reached up and held their cheek while still holding one of their hands in his free one "I like that you exist, and my brothers do too. We all do Mc, so please stay. I know it's probably a lot more to ask of you, but we all like you alive."

"I know, it's just so much."

"Then how can I make it less?"

"I don't know that either."

Lucifer kissed their wrist again "Then how about we drop a few classes at RAD. Some of the ones you're taking aren't required, it would give you less work and more time to recover. Would you like that?"

"Yeah." Mc hesitated before speaking again "and can I keep staying in your room, even after the week is over? I don't wanna be alone."

"Of course, but don't my brothers usually go in your room for the night?"

Mc looks away guilty before confessing another part of their true feelings "I don't always like them in there, it was supposed to be my space but it feels like it's everyone's."

Lucifer's lips pressed into a thin line. He could see how Mc would lack any space of their own in this house. Mc's pact mark started sizzling a little.

"You should kick them out. Be assertive, be confident."

"That would be rude."

Lucifer huffed "Then use my room. My door is always open for you and it's not like I'm using it. My only condition is that you try to stop hurting yourself."

Mc frowned and looked down at the bandages. It sounded simple but it felt impossible when pain felt necessary. Lucifer kissed both of Mc's cheeks to reassure them that they could stay. Mc hugged Lucifer and cries into his shoulder. He held them close to him like they were going to die if he let go, so he wasn't going to. Tomorrow when he wakes up he'll ensure Mc is alive beside him, even if they aren't ready to live yet he can wait.

Mammon had a habit of barging in. Usually it was frowned upon and he felt guilty but not today. Today he wished he'd entered sooner, before Mc had started their process. He stared at their wrists for a few seconds, his eyes trailing along their scars both old and new. The knife in their shaky hands may have been the worst part. Mammon hated to see them hurt so once the shock wore off he ran straight to them and ate the knife, the fact he could crush the blade in his jaw was a good reminder he was a demon.

"Mc what did ya think ya were doing?"

Mc had a moment of pause considering they just watched their man eat a knife but soon came to their senses.

"W-Well I-..."

Mammon took Mc's forearm and hugged it with a pout before getting the first aide kit. He could wait for their answer while he handled their arm. Mc watched him as they tried to think of why, why they wanted to go. Their mind couldn't fathom a response in between the idea that Mammon was mad at them, which was soon disproved.

"I'm not mad, just wondering why? humans are fragile aren't ya?"

"Well yeah, we're easy to hurt. How did you know I was worried you were mad?

"I'm yet first man of course, I can read yer face and see what yer thinking. And I couldn't be mad about this, I am mad at whatever made ya do this."

"It's a habit I picked up to cope with, a lot of things. It's kinda hard to lose and easy to fall back on."

"A lotta things?"

"Mhm, my emotions can get very big until it feels like I'm drowning."

"then let me fight them."

Mc shook their head "that's not how it works Mammon, you can't beat up depression."

"Of course not, he'll be too much of a coward to show up when the great Mammon's around!"

Mc started to laugh at Mammon's silly idea. Mammon only smiled, because their silly idea made Mc laugh so clearly it was working. Mammon finished up with the bandages and grabbed markers from the pile of stuff he kept in their room. Mc tilted their head as he uncapped a yellow one and wrote "Mammon's human" on their wrist before adding decorations.

"Ya know no one hurts what's mine right? And since you're my human n' all then you should stop hurting yourself."

"And if I don't know how?"

Mammon held on to the wrist he was drawing on with a rather tight grip "Well you can't hurt your wrists if I keep holding them!"

"You're going to have to let them go at some point, what if I need to go to the bathroom?"

"Then I go with you."

"Ha, no."

Mammon stopped and thought very hard about it, much harder than he probably should've "Then I'll tie a string around your wrists and hold and end of it while sitting outside. Genius right?"

Mc started giggling again and Mammon handed them a marker so they could join him in drawing on the bandages. Soon their arms were littered with little doodles like dreams of the stars, plants, and Mammon's name imprinted like his desire to keep them forever. Soon there was no more space left to colour in so Mammon threw the markers back in his corner. He had no intention of letting go of Mc's wrist so he bit them while using his hands to wrap the blanket around them both. Mc started giggling again at the ridiculous sight of Mammon holding their wrists in his mouth.

"You really don't have to hold my wrist the whole time when you need your hands silly."

Mammon tried talking around his wrist which made him see how silly it was to try. He let go and wrapped his arms around Mc since it still counted as holding them.

"Fine, I'll just hold all ya then."

"Ok. You staying tonight?"

"'course, can't leave ya alone for a second."

Mammon held on tight but Mc could feel him shaking. He really was holding them like they would disappear any minute, wondering if they really wanted to go or if they were just handling things the only way they knew how. Mc placed their hand on the back of his neck before playing with his hair. Mammon was going to stay tonight, in fact he stayed every night until he was sure they wanted to stay too, and much after that.

Leviathan knew he wasn't supposed to see it. He only got a peek but he could tell that it wasn't just a shadow under their sleeves nor a trick of the light. There truly were scars fresh on Mc's arms. An otaku like him wasn't equipped for this sort of thing but it wasn't something that should be left to fester. It was something to be handled delicately, however Leviathan was not that smart so he grabbed their wrist and ran away with them despite the fact they were talking to Asmo about something. Luckily for him, Asmo was just thought he was finally being confident.

Leviathan pulled Mc into his room after pulling them the whole way and tried to catch his breath. Mc stared at him in confusion but waited for him to catch his breath. Leviathan halted and tried to figure out what the hell he was doing, what if Mc didn't want to talk to a yucky o- Mc flinched when Leviathan suddenly slapped himself. His low opinion of himself didn't matter now so he pushed the words out before his mind drowned them again.

"Mc, can I see your wrists! I mean-"

Mc's face fell and they sighed before pulling up their sleeves with a look that seemed almost like disappointment in themselves. Leviathan jolted but held Mc's wrists gently to see them. Many were old, but there were plenty of fresh ones as well. Leviathan wasn't exactly sure what to do so he grabbed one of the aide kits kept in every room. Mc zoned out a little while Leviathan patched them up. Leviathan finished quickly in the tense silence. As he tied in the last bandage he held his head against their wrists, wishing he had noticed sooner.

"I'm sorry Mc."

Mc looked at Leviathan like he had grown a second head "Wha-"

"I should have noticed sooner! I don't ever want my only friend to disappear! Please stay!"

"Levi..."

Leviathan finally looked up showing that he was crying and Mc was too. The idea they would hurt themselves when humans were so fragile hurt Leviathan, and Mc just wasn't used to anyone caring. Mc sniffled and rested their head on Leviathan's shoulder. Normally he would have stiffened and objected so he wouldn't get his yuckiness on them, but now he hugged them back, which was still stiff but it got the feeling across.

The two stayed like that for a long while. Mc wanted to continue drinking in Leviathan's warm and his awkwardly loving hug. The silence felt like home when Mc had to live through one horrific adventure after another just trying to get by. They were exhausted and Leviathan wished he had seen as much.

"M-Mc, you can always come stay in my room instead of being by yourself. I-I really like it when you're around, and I have plenty of other things you can do instead."

Mc lifted their head so they could make eye contact "It's not that simple, stopping. When a human picks up a habit it will stick, and pain is something we often attach ourselves to."

"B-But I don't want you to be in pain."

Mc blinked back some tears and sniffled "You're so sweet it's hard to remember you're a demon."

"I'm really no- wait, don't change the subject. You're the one hurting here! I should help you, like how the Henry pulled the Lord of Shadow back into the battle when he had almost given up."

"But I'm tired of fighting Levi."

"Th-then I'll fight for you! You can stay here and we can fight your exhaustion with pillows, snacks, and magical girls, right?"

Mc smiled at him and rested their head back on his shoulder "Thank you. Maybe that'll work. How about Madoka magika?"

Leviathan couldn't help but look at them disappointedly "Mc, when I said magical girls I didn't mean sad ones."

Mc giggled and settled deeper into Leviathan, reminding him of what position he was in and making him blank. His feelings of discomfort did not matter as they were drowned in the desire to hold them longer, and he would keep holding on. Leviathan tightened his grip and turned on the TV. Leviathan intended to keep Mc there until they could forget their sadness, uninterrupted and calm. He'll hold on for as long as he has too, until the scars fade and only his hands cover their wrists.

[mazzurin]

Everyone knows that Lucifer is a big workaholic. He never stops to sleep, eat, or just wind down— unless of course, you so happen to see him drunk on a Friday night with his favorite cursed vinyl playing— which is also rarer than rare.

It has been 2 months since Lucifer's last full recommended hours of sleep for a demon, weeks since he had a proper meal, and days since he last stopped moving around Devildom to finish these paperworks that was so important for the government of Devildom.

Sure he looked stressed since before, but to you and the brothers, he really seemed more restless than before. His temper shorter than Satan's, his body movements getting a little sluggish, and his speech gets slower a little like he was trying to catch up his breathing.

The brothers have tried everything to lessen the load but since it was some government work, they also had their own business to take care of as one of the rulers of Hell.

There leaves you.

For the past few days, you've been pretty lonely. Satan having to visit the other rings of Hell along with Belphegor, Mammon going around town to pass paperworks, Levi back in the seas to oversee the sea creatures issues, and so on. Everyone was busy.

With everyone being away, you tend to eat late since there were no shouting or feet scrambling through your door at the House of Lamentation.

One day, you had just finished this Devildom series that you were waiting for all month. Supposedly, you were gonna wait for Levi but you just couldn't resist. Ever since you got home from RAD, you went straght to your room and started the series.

It was soon 2 in the morning when you stripped yourself away from your laptop and got up. You stretched your body before looking at the clock. You realized you got too distracted that you forgot to eat dinner. With a heavy sigh and another stretch, you left your room to went to get something to eat.

Walking down the halls can be scary for a human. No matter how long you've been living here, you'd always find some creepy artifacts or the walls suddenly tries to play tricks with your eyes. What you wouldn't expect though, is a body on the floor.

You shrieked so loud, it seemed to awaken the body.

"Mngh..." Lucifer groaned before rolling around, and scrubbing his eyes to adjust to the light in flashing at him. You scrambled into your feet before kneeling at the man you soon recognized.

"What in the Devildom happened to you, Lucifer?!" You tried to make him sit up with all your might despite the size difference. You follwed a million questions before the thought of the two of you still in the floor finally sunk into your brain. But before you could add another question, he hugged you tightly, like he needed that so bad. You could tell that he was tired. It was even a surprise that he wasn't trying to play it off like every other day.

When you finally suggested to sleep together is his room, his tired eyes seemed to light up on the suggestion. Finally gaining strength, Lucifer lifts his body up as the two of you walk to his room to have his well-deserved sleep.

You might be hungry but at least you were full from his sleep deprived affection.

Also, make sure not to mention this to his breothers.

[absdollutely]

can you write some fluff headcanons for lucifer with fem! reader? like general sweet things he might have did before they started dating

fluff headcanons — lucifer

lucifer once saw you placing the back of your palm on your forehead after eating something solomon made. when he found out its a way to check your temperature, he started doing it everyy time you mentioned feeling a little under the weather. he takes special care to take off his gloves, too. he’s a loser so he sometimes sneakily kisses his fingers before he presses his palm to your head. indirect forehead kiss !!!!

“…what? don’t be ridiculous. i’m not ‘going soft’, i’m obliged to keep you out of harms way- ah… you’re running a little warm. would you like me to help you cool down?” actual real words he said before pulling you into a hug. this man runs COLD.

lucifer would take your music recommendations very seriously. yes, even if it’s that electronic bleep blop he hates. you listened to his cursed records with an open mind, and, well… he’s not one to take without giving.

he’ll pay close attention to lyrics and listen to your playlists no matter how long they may be. he’s a firmm believer that the music someone likes can help you understand their soul, and he’s very interested in understanding yours.

at the start, lucifer would be the first to take a seat at the dining table. once he takes a liking to you, he gets soo annoyed that since you sit at opposite ends, he can barely see you with his shitty vision.

he starts waiting till you’re down, pulling out a chair for you and making sure you’re seated before he is. it’s just a way to get a few seconds to look at your beautiful face, all soft smiles and mussed up hair. it’s in these moments where he really has to control himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

he likes being the first to exchange good mornings with you at breakfast (verbally. mammon already did it first thru text)

go old man go !! im ngl i forgot its fem reader so this can be read as gn reader too :p

[the-akai-hebi]

The liar workaholic

-at the RAD, in the morning. MC arrived at Devildom just a few weeks ago for the First Program Exchange-

Barbatos and Diavolo: *talking in the corridors*

MC: Hi Barbatos and Diavolo!

Diavolo: Hello MC! Did you sleep well?

MC: Not really, I had insomnia again. By the way, I also thought that Lucifer was having insomnia because of his work these past few nights, but he taught me that some demons didn’t need to sleep as much as humans! He told me that when he went to make his coffee at 3 am ! :D

Barbatos and Diavolo : …

Barbatos: MC, there is a mistake.

MC: Huh ?

Barbatos: Almost all demons need to sleep several hours each night, like humans. I don’t need it as much because I’m a special case, but Lucifer isn’t.

MC: What...?

Diavolo: How many nights have you seen him making coffee at such a late hour?

MC: Maybe four or five this week?

Diavolo and Barbatos: …

Lucifer: *passes there*

Diavolo: Lucifer.

Lucifer : ?

Diavolo: Lucifer, you told MC that you didn’t need to sleep?

Lucifer: What...? *looks at MC* you...

MC: You lying demon! *sulks* What else did you lie to me about, huh? You also lied about the special cocktail demonus-coffee-energy-drink that only demons can drink?!

Diavolo: What?

Barbatos: MC, you’re talking about Beel, aren’t you?

MC: No? Lucifer makes cocktails like that every night in the kitchen for himself, in addition to his coffee...?

Lucifer: *looks away*

MC: LUCIFER, YOU DIRTY INSOMNIAC, LYING, WORKAHOLIC DEMON! YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF MY NAIVETY!

Diavolo: Lucifer, let’s go talk to my office.

Lucifer: That’s not...

Diavolo: Now.

Lucifer: ...

-Lucifer and Diavolo leave-

Barbatos: MC, next time you see Lucifer do things like that, let us know. :)

MC: I will become his worst enemy every night.

MC: And just to be sure, haha, it’s normal for a demon like Lucifer to lose many, many feathers? Right? I thought at first it was the stress and the sleepless nights, but...

Barbatos: :o

Barbatos: *sends a message to Diavolo*

Barbatos: :)

MC: *on the verge of tears* I’m so stupid.

Barbatos: *taps their shoulder* don’t worry, you’ll learn.

[m0rn1ngstar0664]

⛓️Lucifer Birthday Special Oneshot ⛓️

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Synopsis: Preparing Lucifer for his birthday in the best way. | 1.4 words | MDNI!

CW: Blowjob, facials, foreplay, sub!Lucifer, saliva as lube, cursing, vulgar smut

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Through hours of convincing and more possibly sheer luck, you managed to get Lucifer to fall asleep at a reasonable time. At first, he wondered why you wanted him to fall asleep before the clock even struck twelve, but realizes his brothers would've stormed the office with destructive decorations and started singing to him obnoxiously. It was sweet, sure, just not when he's busy with literally anything else.

Since you two fell asleep so early, you managed to wake up before him. Luckily, he's not a morning demon. You sit up and watch him still asleep, it was the first time in a while where he looked truly at peace. His breathing is even, his eyebrows aren't furrowed, nor was he scowling at nothing. His lips part slightly just to utter something.

"MC..."

You silence him with a gentle press to his lips with your own, caressing his cheek at the same time. Those gentle touches were enough to rouse him from sleep, his eyelids fluttering open. Lucifer doesn't say anything right away, just taking in the fact that this is his reality. He's waking up to you greeting him on his birthday in bed, and not alone or with his unpleasant brothers dragging him out of wherever he slumped in.

"Happy birthday, Lucifer." You whisper, leaning in to kiss him deeper, trying to wake him up further. He responds by placing a hand on the back of your head, keeping you there until he's satisfied with the kiss. He seems to suddenly find the energy and slides his tongue inside your mouth, his taste and possessive movements overwhelming your senses despite his lethargic state. Your hands grip his robe, pulling it apart as much as you can to reveal more of his chest to you. You both pull away abruptly, him breathing unevenly while you were practically heaving for air. "I thought you weren't a morning demon."

"It seems you changed me, MC. Those lips of yours could awake me from any eternal slumber." Lucifer chuckles, a deep, gravelly sound. It sends shivers directly to your core.

"Well, there goes my surprise." You say half-jokingly, running your fingers along his collarbone, making his breath catch.

"Nonsense. Plus, I'd like to actually be able to fully enjoy what you're going to give me. And if you don't mind, I'd like to get a taste to savour for later." He tries to flip you over, but you gently push him back down, a playful, yet warm smirk on your face.

"It's your birthday, Luci. Just sit back and let me handle it." You say, leaning over him to nip at his neck. He cocks an eyebrow at you, but doesn't argue. He seems to be amused and admired at your boldness so early in the morning. You start with pushing off his robe at a leisurely pace, leaving trails of kisses and gentle bites across his skin. Lucifer groans surprisingly weakly, already falling apart under your methodical touch.

"Get on with it..." He hisses, more out of neediness than irritation. You can't help but laugh against his skin, pulling away just so you could properly undo his robe. Your fingers untie the silk knot and pull apart the rest of the garment, revealing the rest of him to you. You situate yourself between his legs, watching his twitching arousal already aching for your touch.

"You're this hard just from kissing? That's new." You could not resist teasing, your hand idly massaging and squeezing his thigh. His leg twitches ever so slightly under your hand, making you chuckle again, this time a little more wolfishly.

"Shut up. You started this." He retorts, covering his eyes with his hands, keeping his head thrown back against the pillow under him. The way the line of his throat moves when he swallows makes you tremble in desire. But you had to save that for later.

Your hand wraps around his thick cock, starting with a gentle grip. Your other hand goes to his tip, using your thumb to massage it with just a bit more pressure than the one jerking him off. Lucifer bites back a moan, his body visibly trembling with the urge to arch off the sheets. He's trying and failing to not appear so pathetic, but he truly was a different demon during the twilight hours.

As much as you love seeing him hold back and trying not to take over, you had to keep going, especially if his brothers wanted to greet him extra early.

You let your mouth open just enough, drops of saliva falling from your lips to his erection, glistening his tip alongside the precum already pooling. You change positions to be comfortably lying between his thighs, his dick now less than a few inches away from your face. Still fairly embarrassed, Lucifer could only grumble impatiently as he waits for you to continue. Deciding to grant him mercy, (mainly because getting caught would be inevitable if even one of his brothers woke up) you use the hand wrapped around him to coat the rest of the shaft in your saliva. You use a tighter grasp, eliciting a sharp gasp from the Avatar of Pride under your hands.

"F-Fuck." He mutters, just enough for you to hear. With how slow you were still going, this was torture for him. His heartbeat quickens when you twist your wrist just barely. Your bring his gleaming tip to your lips, taking it into your mouth and sucking gently. It steals the air right out of his lungs, now unable to hold back his lecherous moans. His deep voice gets the fire boiling in your lower abdomen, urging your movements further.

You release the head of his cock, strings of saliva connecting it to your mouth. There, Lucifer looks down at you, a look of pure adoration in his eyes underneath the searing desire. The urge to pull you up to kiss you all over and to flip the positions are strong, but at this moment, he also wanted to paint your face, your equally hungry expression driving him mad. He reaches down to place a firm hand on the back of your head, just waiting, eagerly.

"You sure are needy, today." You murmur. Before he could argue back, you lick from the base of the shaft up to the head, moving one of your hands to his balls to squeeze delicately, the dual sensation making Lucifer's head spin, shutting him up instantly. You expertly swirl your tongue around him, gently lapping at the slit on the tip before wrapping your lips around a sensitive part, sucking harder.

"NGH! Hnngh...!" Throwing caution to the wind, Lucifer became unable to hold back his louder whimpers and gasps, his hips starting to buck. For someone whose known to hold back restraint, he can barely find the strength to not moan your name so loudly.

Soon, you began to feel the sporadic twitching underneath your lips and hands, indicating him rapidly approaching his release. You pull your head away but continue fisting his cock, wanting to grant his wish of cumming all over your face and hands. Almost immediately, his mouth falls open with broken moans, your name leaving his lips as he coats your face with his juices, warm and slightly sticky. You let go of his dick, making a show of licking the cum off your fingers, your gaze never leaving his.

"Mmmn." You savour the taste, meeting his eyes for a while longer before sitting up, moving to sit beside him. Lucifer's never looked more beautiful, his hair now drenched with sweat and sticking to his forehead, his chest heaving with every deep breath, his slightly parted lips, and his eyes still looking like he was on cloud nine. After he recovers enough to speak properly, he looks at you again.

"You've gotten better at getting a demon to fall apart, haven't you?" He smirks dryly, still panting a little.

"I have you wrapped around my finger, don't I?" You smile. He facepalms, sighing affectionately. He lets his hand fall down to his side as he sits up fully, now gripping your chin with his other hand to make your eyes meet.

"That was a good gift of course, but don't think that's enough to satiate me, not when the day's just beginning." Lucifer voice drops to that lower octave, making you quiver in delight.

"But what about the others? What if they hear?" You say, only a little hesitantly.

"It's my birthday, and I'm the strongest out of all of them. They should know better by now not to barge into my room, especially if you're in it. And even if they do end up breaking in..." He pauses to kiss you, his breath warm on your lips as he pulls away just slightly. "They'll have to face my temper."

You chuckle, subconsciously leaning forward for more.

This was going to be a long day.

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AN: I was going to post something for Asmo's birthday but never finished it in time. ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა Hopefully soon I can post it!

[purgatoryhole]

obm textposts 1/????? nobody give raphael a drivers license.