Characters: Lord Diavolo x GN Reader
Word Count: 2.3k+
Rating: Mature/Explicit [MDNI]
Tags: a lil fluff, unprotected penetration, outercourse, fangs/marking, gn body parts
A/N: Received this request as a comment under this fic so of course I had to write a lil headcanon/drabble about my husband, lol. Anyways, hope y'all like this - I could go on about Showertime Dia forever ♡
-> Typically Lord Diavolo has to adhere to a very strict schedule, his life filled with routine. Sadly, his hygiene regiment is no different - quick fifteen minute showers, six days per week, with the exception of his weekly bubble bath.
-> Most of his showers are quite quick and methodical, starting with his hair and working his way to washing his body. At the end of the fifteen minutes, Barbatos is usually there to greet him with his towel and uniform, eager to get the Young Master's very busy day started.
-> He has probably been gifted every hair-care and body gel to ever exist in the Devildom. But instead, his favorite is one you gifted him, and he is sure to use it everyday. The moment the musky-amber scent hits his nostrils in the morning, it reminds him of you, and he just knows he'll have a good day that day.
-> On Saturday evenings, however, the Prince has a little more time to himself - he pours himself some Demonus and settles into his jacuzzi-style bathtub, the water jets melting away the week's worries.
-> He usually uses the time to catch up on whatever popular shows he's missed, the television in his bathroom being a new addition. You had given him this idea - you told him that 'even the future king needs a little bit of me time,' and he started crafting an Akuzon order almost immediately after you walked off to class.
-> He lets himself drift off into his own peaceful oasis - too often falling into slumber, as thoughts of you turn into dreams. Lately though, he can't help but to feel like something is missing - that sitting in this jacuzzi makes him feel a bit lonely.
♡ "If only you were here with me now," he whispers to himself, before letting out a sigh and sinking beneath the water's surface.
-> Luckily for Lord Diavolo, the stars would soon align in his favor, and the fates would push you two closer together. It all started on a camping trip with the usual crowd from RAD. Diavolo had volunteered to help you gather some firewood - a rather simple task, one would think. Instead this task ended with the two of you running into a pack of wild hellhounds, and getting pushed into a mud pit while attempting to play with them. Barbatos looked rather perturbed when he saw the two of you arrive back at camp, but you assured him that everything was fine. 'Come on, let's get cleaned up,' you say with a smirk to a slightly shocked (and very giddy) Diavolo, your fingers entwining with his as you pull him towards the camp showers.
-> He isn't usually a shy demon, but when it comes to stripping down and getting into this shower with you, he can't seem to keep the blush on his face under control. What started as a nice shower together, washing each other's hair and giggling as you splash each other, ends with the two of you in a passionate embrace. With your legs wrapped around his torso, your lips collide as the cool shower's water cascades down Diavolo's toned back. It definitely would have gone further, had the two of you not been interrupted by Mammon and Levi banging on the door. (He did invite you back to his tent afterwards, so the night was not completely lost. Mammon and Levi were also lectured by Lucifer, 'for their shame and disrespect' as he puts it - but that's a different story.)
-> Ever since that night on the camping trip, your relationship has blossomed, and the two to of you spend as much time together as possible. You usually alternate between staying over with each other - most of the time you go over to stay with him in the Castle, but every now and then you are able to convince Lucifer that the House is clean enough for your Royal Boyfriend to spend the night.
-> The first time he stays over, of course the two of you shower together! You ask him if you should text Barbatos to bring over some of his shower supplies, but Diavolo insists on using yours, excited to smell like your signature scent for the rest of the day. He'll always insist on using your products - a light breeze of that scent helps him get through those endless meetings! (Although it does tend to make his mind wander...)
♡ Showers with Diavolo are always a mix of spontaneous and sensual. One moment you're splashing each other with soap suds, playing 'keep away' with the loofah…the next he has you pinned to the wall, unable to resist the way you look up at him, and he can't stop his lips from crashing onto yours.
♡ It doesn't take much effort for him to pick you up, cradling you in his arms as the shower rains down onto the both of you - and now you can finally finish what the two of you started on that night camping; what Diavolo has been fantasizing about ever since. Your hands slide his damp crimson hair back out of his face, gripping it in the back as your tongues collide. You can feel Dia's thick throbbing cock teasing you, and all you can do is grind against him.
♡ He slides into you so effortlessly - as if you were made for him. Your arousal made you putty in his hands, your tight little hole adjusting to him after only a moment - but you still couldn't help the gasp you let out at his size, your eyes widening at the sensation.
♡ Every thrust in this position feels new, an unfathomable pleasure previously undiscovered. A new high, with no sight of the top. Each stroke hits so deeply within you with an electric feel, the rush of pleasure getting sent up to your brain, overstimulating all of your senses. The euphoria continues to build, and you don't know if it will ever end - if the tension will ever snap.
♡ The rising pleasure within you is starting to overwhelm you, having never felt so full before. Just when you thought you couldn't handle much more, the Prince slides one of his hands down to your sex, massaging you in tandem with his pace. Your nails dig into the flesh of his muscular shoulders as he finally pushes you over the edge. He finds himself following suit not long after, the feeling of your tight hole clenching around him making him unable to hold back any longer.
♡ Both of your moans fill the air as you ride out your climax together. Gasping for air, you hear a knock on the glass of the shower's door - you were so wrapped up in this moment together that neither of you heard Barbatos enter the bathroom. He waited until it sounded as though the two of you were finished before he interrupted your 'shower' - and now he's reminding you of the Young Master's busy schedule for today in a scolding tone, as he holds out towels for you both. Oops.
-> Anyways, you also love spending weekends at the Castle with him - it's easier to flow with his schedule that way. And of course Diavolo is going to invite you to his Saturday night soak; you're his favorite human, his lover, his partner…and it was originally your idea, in the first place!
-> Just know that this demon spent extensive time planning out your first bubble bath together - he had to pull out all of the stops!
-> The Friday morning beforehand, Barbatos comes in to wake up his Young Prince, only to find him already awake and making a rather large Akuzon order on his DDD. Scented candles, chocolate covered hellberries, vintage spirits - he was even considering calling in one of his favors to see if he could get some Celestial bubble bath expedited from the angelic realm. Cost is of no issue to him, wanting nothing more than to ensure the night's success. Barbatos scolds him several times throughout the day, the Prince seemingly distracted and prioritizing his night in with you over his paperwork.
-> When the time comes to set everything up, Diavolo insists on doing everything himself. He even threatens bribes Barbatos into going to Purgatory Hall for the evening - all so that he can do it all alone, eager to show you how much he cares about you. He has a brief moment of doubt as some of the Celestial bubble bath accidentally overflows onto the floor...but you're worth it, and he finishes fixing it all up right as you ring the front entrance anyways.
-> The scene set in his bathroom is so romantic, you wonder for a moment if you're actually in a movie. Abyss flower petals scattered around the floor. Candles set around the tub, the flickering glow dancing against the bathroom's tiles. Scented bubbles gently fizzing and popping, the light aroma filling the air and instantly making you feel relaxed. A bottle of champagne, specially ordered from the human realm, and set in an enchanted bucket of ice next to two hell-crystal champagne flutes. And your gorgeous Demon Prince standing in front of you, gently grabbing your hand to press his lips to your knuckles before he leads you over to the tub. If this is a dream, you definitely don't want to wake up...
-> After the two of you disrobe, you settle into the jacuzzi, and Diavolo gets you each a glass of champagne right after he presses the button to start up the water jets.
♡ It doesn't take much bubbly for the two of you to find yourselves in another heated moment - but the truth was, neither of you could hardly wait to jump the other from the moment you entered the bath's warm water. And now you find yourself in his lap, bouncing on his huge throbbing cock, the feeling of it filling you surprising you yet again. Every new position with the Prince feels like new territory, the way he strokes so deeply within you. Making you feel things you never have before - hitting spots you didn't know existed. This type of adventurous pleasure could become addicting...
♡ His golden eyes smolder with lust as he watches you, every gasp that escapes your lips pushing him closer and closer. Your little human hands grip at his scalp as his own fingers sink into the flesh of your hips. His lips find your neck, and his kisses gradually turn into light love bites, his fangs nipping little marks onto your skin as he thrusts up into you.
♡ "So good...all mine," he mumbles possessively against your neck.
♡ Your moans grow louder as Diavolo starts thrusting faster, taking the reigns as you let the building bliss take over your senses. He pulls away from you to see the way your eyes roll back in ecstasy as his hand glides down to your sex, massaging you in that spot that he knows drives you absolutely wild. Consumed by pleasure, that warm feeling of euphoria washes over you, your orgasm making you feel weightless in Diavolo's muscular arms.
♡ He's not done with you yet though - not even close. Switching positions, he picks you up in his arms and sets you down on the recessed bench in his bathtub. His hand grips under your thigh and pushes your leg up, a groan escaping his lips as he slides himself back into you. It had been merely a few moments, yet he had already missed the feeling of your tight warmth squeezing him so perfectly.
♡ He thrusts into you roughly and suddenly, the bath's water splashing and rippling against his gorgeous caramel skin with each stroke. You hadn't even come down from the high of your first orgasm, still feeling the aftershocks as Diavolo begins to fuck you faster and faster.
♡ Losing all restraint, his demon form slips out only a few moments before he hits his climax, causing his cock to grow even bigger. Your eyes widen as you feel him, his wings outstretched as he fills you with his royal seed - and you can't help but to join him, your orgasm overtaking you as well.
♡ Both panting for air, he picks you up and sits down with you in his lap, still throbbing deeply within you. He wraps his arms around you to hold you as you both catch your breath. Neither of you can help the smiles plastered across your faces, that blissful feeling still remaining as you sit with him in his loving embrace. Your cheek rests against his chest as his rests on top of your head, and he just knows that this is the happiest he's ever been in his long, demonic life.
-> Afterwards, as the two of you get ready for bed, Diavolo can't help the way his heart swells when he sees the way you've settled into his room. The way your things line the counter of his sink. The way you go to his wardrobe to retrieve your pajamas, instead of your bag. It's almost as if you live here in this Castle with him already - a thought as sweet as candy for the Young Devildom Prince.
-> And as you lay there snuggled up in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck, Diavolo contemplates asking you to move in with him right then and there. But you've already drifted off to sleep, so that will have to wait for another time. Looking down at you lovingly, his heart feels so full - he presses a kiss to the top of your head before laying back on his pillow, his eyes fluttering shut.
♡ "I love you so much," he whispers as he drifts off into his own slumber. With you in his arms and in his dreams, the Future Demon King can't help but to smile in his sleep.
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Lucifer rarely says, "I love you." It's not a phrase he's used to, the words like foreign objects on his tongue, a sensation he isn't yet ready to find familiar. But you don't mind too much. While hearing those three words is often considered the pillar of a relationship, Lucifer manages to make you grasp it without having to speak. Stoic, responsible, and chronically stressed Lucifer lets you feel each letter individually without ever uttering a word.
Lucifer's affection is Imperceptible but unwavering. It's omnipresent, always there even if its traces are hidden beneath layers of pride and stress or smudged by stoicism. Learning the expressions of his love is like slowly befriending an animal, only over time becoming familiar with its natural pattern and nonverbal communication.
You learn to find his love in the unusual softness he touches you with, the gentler tone in his words when speaking. The hidden smiles only meant for you or sometimes only caused by you. His patience when you talk and explain yourself, duties on hold only for you and however long you need him. The underlying respect he bears, always considering you, never holding back his opinions but wrapping them in mellow words for you to take and hold close without fear of being hurt.
Lucifer loves you by Lifting each weight he can off your shoulder. The eldest knows better than anyone else what having a full plate feels like, and despite his own shoulders heavy with duty, he still tries to take on whatever he can from you. He also does it in a way that makes you almost think it truly is nothing for him to do your laundry alongside his or to drop off the assignment you forgot to turn in. You're not blind, though you know every second of his day is carefully planned through, but still, he sends you reminders of your own duties and never minds taking on smaller tasks of your repertoire. Regardless, he never mentions it, never scolds you for forgetting something, never makes you feel like an extra task on his list.
Lucifer's love is Overprotective, always ready to lunge at anyone or anything that doesn't respect his darling. No matter where you are or in what situation you caught yourself, you and everyone around you know the Morningstar himself is standing right behind you. Lucifer is never shy to defend you, to make whoever you're talking to respect you properly. Whoever you're up against, you'll never be up against them yourself. Lucifer would fight Diavolo for you, take on another fall altogether.
The demon's protectiveness does run deeper than keeping you from having negative social relations - he's looming over you in most aspects of life. You're too stressed? Somehow, your duties in the HOL are temporarily apportioned between the other brothers, your teachers postpone deadlines, and there's a warm tea waiting for you in your room. Lucifer isn't one to let his power and influence speak for him, but for you, he'd pull any string he can.
When Lucifer loves you, he's Vulnerable. You're the only being in all three realms that has seen Lucifer at his lowest and his highest. The times he can't bear it anymore when his limbs tremble, and his breath fails him, and all that keeps him from losing himself is your touch, your human purity conveyed through reassuring reaches and words only you're allowed to say to him. Also, the times he laughs so hard his ears turn red, and his throat releases involuntary unkempt noises, which only make you both crackle harder.
You're also the only person allowed to take care of him - on rare days, you can claim he lets you pamper him. Even if it's little things, like drawing him a bath and pushing him to take it. Only you're allowed to force him to bed late at night, even if exclusively the promise of your warm and comfortable body can convince him. Only you're allowed in his study when he's sick with extra blankets and a handful of remedies, but most importantly, with your presence, your hold, and your kisses that soothe his headache better than any pill could.
Lucifer has always loved you Effortlessly. Nothing the demon ever does feels like he had to actively consider doing it. Each word of reassurance, each act of service, each regard towards you and your feelings fall to him so naturally, like loving you is part of his very existence, like it comes as instinctually as breathing does.
The Avatar of Pride develops an uncharacteristic habit of Yielding to you and your wishes. Any of his practiced stubbornness is missing when it comes to you. There isn't a wish he'd say no to, not a request that asks too much, not an opinion he doesn't take into consideration. Lucifer has an easy time submitting to your ideas, usually agreeing with them naturally, and when not, he allows himself to think them over carefully, even if that postpones the final decision slightly.
Lucifer loves you by Overseeing any of the important decisions and accomplishments you make. While he does trust you with everything you do, he always makes sure things are perfect. Before you hand in assignments, Lucifer sometimes reads over them, even without you having to ask him. He always offers advice but equally praises you for how much you accomplished on your own.
Maybe most importantly, Lucifer's love for you is Understanding. Patience is a virtue Lucifer practices mostly for you. The demon has never forced you to rush yourself, never made you feel like you had to spend extra energy in making yourself smaller or easier to swallow. He takes and accepts and loves you the way you are, along with each contradiction, every imperfection, every single thing you might fear is a flaw.
Lucifer has never questioned you, always taken what you give him exactly for what it is, and he holds it dear and loves it alongside its ugly backside and flawed content - he's a demon, after all, all too familiar with imperfections and deceiving facades. And he loves yours as dearly as he knows you love his.
so!!!! what about a selfless mc who got REALLY REALLY sick due to whatever devildom's air got in there.. but doesn't rlly know how to take care of themself (or they simply didn't bother to) because no one else taught them to appreciate themself? so satan(or lucifer) showed mc real love, just pure fluffiness—theyre taking care of mc, teaching them on how to appreciate themself.. (def not projecting)
-🐈⬛anon
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satan x gn!mc!reader • 1.7k
romantic; fluff, angst, comfort
[ sorry for being so late to this 😖🙏 i had meant to do a quick one but then got more fun with it instead and wanted to properly flesh it out so.. i hope this will give you some sort of comfort still (´TωT`)♥︎ i made a few tweaks with focusing on how mc purposely self sabotage by not making their health any better and rejecting help since they don't know how to appreciate themself, and so connected it with the exam season since they had to have higher than average score, and tied into their self worth yada2 i hope you enjoy this piece anon !! thank you for the request 🫶
this ended up not so fluffy aha but i think it's bound to be a little tricky when one or two of the characters are stubborn , they have a fight but they make up (satan is kinda mean in this..) , the fluff is the love and effort 🧟♂️ , mutual pining ]
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81.
Two digits bold in red stamped on the front page. You fix your gaze at the numbers, staring long at it as if to increase them to existence. Biting the inside of your cheek, your fingers crumple the edges of the paper, straining to hold back a choked tear.
After all those endless days and nights...
You sigh. Exit the class and walk straight to the enormous center building of the academy. Up the stairs to the third floor and to the room at the very end to your right. Half an inhale and you're pushing the door open.
Bang!
Darting your gaze to the lone long desk across the room, to the papers piled on top of the desk, to the hand stopping its motions as soon as you observe it, then further above to the light gold colour reflected in the owner's eyes. The Devildom prince's voice is smooth and rumbled as always as he chuckles, "Ah, where are your manners? Are you just that excited to show me your last paper?"
Is he serious? Is he joking? You can't tell.
You brave forward still to approach him, setting the exam paper to his view, forcing yourself to put a smile. "Yes." You finally exhale. "How is it?"
His eyes drop to the piece of paper, with barely a few seconds of attention, before locking eyes with you again. A sweet beam blooms beautifully on his lips as he regards you. "Good job. Don't forget to rest and treat yourself."
Good job.
Was that all it was? Good. Just good?
Dismissing yourself, you tuck Diavolo's words somewhere far and secluded in your mind. If you don't think about it, you wouldn't fixate so much on how you barely got an A. The cheers in the hallway by other students grow muted in your ears. What is there to even celebrate about? Having to prove yourself in a place you didn't ask to be in... and you're just decent.
When you arrive home that evening, you're fast to enchant a lock to your room. By the time dinner rolls by, you let the notifications bombard your D.D.D., listlessly eyeing as one come after the other. They're worried about you? They shouldn't be. You're doing fine.
It isn't until the device suddenly vibrates that you're knocked out of your trance. A cat profile picture...
Cradling the item in your hands, you hit the 'Accept' button, swiftly answered with a faint sigh of relief from the other side. "You okay? Everyone's at the table already."
Gazing at the fluffy white cat image, you remain silent as more minutes pass by. "Were you asleep?" The fourth born continues, softer this time. The space between you is still again. You clutch the phone closer, curling your body inwards until your knees reach your chest. You close your eyes. Listen to the call as a creak sounds, then shuffles, seamlessly flowing to footsteps. Heavy and fast. Like his composure is thinning with concern. Was it normal to deduct a demon's feelings just from their footsteps alone?
It goes on a while, halting at last after a few moments. You think you know where this is going. The D.D.D. echoes, the same voice outside your room. "I've brought your dinner. Open up." You're quiet. "I'll kick this door down if I have to."
"No need. Just leave it by the door." You finally part your lips, fluttering your eyes open to look at the dark brown door staring at you. There's a few beats of rustle and a small clack, and you could make out his shadow staying by your door when he speaks again.
"You need to be by yourself?" You nod, humming a quick 'Mmhm'. Satan doesn't hang up yet, and so do you. Your heart is less heavier and the more you let the call be, the more you want to indulge in this gentle hush. "Be safe, sweetheart." The call clicks.
The next morning, Satan does kick your door down. He was always better in Spells class also anyway. You would have yelled and thrashed him for being rude if your body weren't feeling so heavy. With eyes half wide, you could only manage a grunt as he strides over to you. Peering vacantly to the distance behind him, you note the dinner left untouched by the door, then sweep your gaze to him at last. You don't say anything. He doesn't too.
Sweetheart, huh?
If you lay still and just stare at him, would he drop this? Whatever this is. Barging into your room at peak early of the day... Does he have nothing better to do? And what's he's focusing so hard on? Were your eyes really that swollen? Did he figured out you were bawling yourself the entire night?
Growl.
"Hah." He finally eases his gaze off your face to have a glimpse on your stomach. "You're hungry?," the blonde steps closer, seating himself on the edge of your bed. You quietly watch him again. The silence is sufficient when he repeats, certain this time. "You're hungry. And sick. And you didn't tell anyone?", Satan's eyebrows pinch together in distaste.
No. Not like it matters. Your mind quickly replies, though you have the heart to filter them, closing your eyes and sinking your head further onto your pillow. "It's just a cold."
And that's half the truth. It's not that big of a deal. You get sick, you sleep it off, and if it doesn't go away, then that's a shame. But they all soon do anyway. It's why people around you shrug it off so easily when you mention your sickness in passing. Sure, having your stomach empty or losing your strength to even get out of bed isn't fun. But it all gets better in a couple of hours or days. You learned to eventually stop bringing it up and no one asked. In your book, that means sickness is just a hassle. You were a hassle. Nothing more, nothing less.
Soft pads and murmurs echo near your ears before you get to attempt to situate yourself to a slumber. The room feels a little lighter somehow, that must be magic since your skin tingles with the familiar buzz. There's also a delicious aroma wafting through your space... Fresh meal? He must have did a spell. You feel warm, long fingers pressing gently on your forehead before slowly brushing off your hair backwards. This feels nice.
"Open your eyes." Satan instructs. "I'll feed you."
There's a small beat of silence that weaves its way through the air between you, in your second of hesitation, until you hum his offer off good-naturedly. "You can just leave it on the table. I'll eat later."
You hear the immediate click on his tongue and frown, preparing to be the recipient of his possible bubbling annoyance. But the demon only calls out your name, softly, the noun ending with a croaked sigh. If you had your eyes opened, maybe you could have seen how defeated he just was.
"You've never skipped dinner." He simply says. You pull your conciousness up, flutter your eyes open and look at his straight. He continues without a hitch.
"You didn't read the groupchat. You barely answered when I knocked the door. You left your assignment still open on the table." His fingers slide down to cup your cheek, a thumb tenderly rubbing the skin under your eye in a pause. "You're also really, really warm. And I'm supposed to believe you?"
You weakly sigh. You also really, really didn't want to be a burden in the first place. "It's not the first time," to which you feel him lightly pinch your cheek. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
Wincing, you blink your eyes awake to glare at him, "I said I'm fine." Satan purses his lips, holding your gaze stubbornly as his face nears you— Is he crazy? —before dropping his head gently on your shoulder. Ugh.. what an awkward position...
He presses on, "I literally brought dinner to you. You didn't touch it at all. Was that not a deliberate decision? You weren't content with being sick so you want to get sicker? What's that going to give you? Attention?"
Ouch.
Between wrath and affection, there will always need to be a delicate balance. Is it because he's a demon? The line is thinner than usual.
You feel your shoulders shake, and in turn, Satan too who had been relying on you. The sound is familiar— your own ugly sobbing —and not at the same time, not with another being at least. Your throat burns when you gently push him away by his chest, "Go away..."
He doesn't reply, choosing to bury his face into your shoulder, fingers trailing from your face down to rather embrace you with both his arms instead. This way, without meeting your eyes, you could still pinpoint the drooping in his tone when he murmurs, carressing your back as if brushing away his harsh words off of you. "I'm sorry... I didn't- Well, that was uncalled for and now, I made you cry more..."
Slowly, he inches backwards and faces you head on, a dejected look on his handsome face. "I just... want to take care of you. I said something bad so," his hands firmly squeeze your shoulders, "I'll help you double. Triple, quadruple even. Just don't.. shut me out."
It's another trance you will yourself into when you gaze at him from under your eyelashes, smoothing your composure with one deep breath, curling your fingers on his chest.
"Okay."
The demon's lips curve into a faint smile, releasing your shoulders in favour of holding together your hands instead. He waits for you to properly release your tension, working you through breathing together for a few moments before he grabs your attention in a small tap to your knuckle with his thumb.
"Now I'm going to feed you. But if you get sick next time, you have to promise me to eat. When you get sick.. When you're in trouble.. When you're overwhelmed.. If it's too much for you, just call for me. I want to help you, I care about you. Please let me help you." Satan says earnestly, a seemingly desperate tone in his voice. You squeeze his hands once, he squeezes yours back. "Alright."
"Promise?," he pushes, lifting and flexing your fingers to brush the tips with his lips.
"Promise."
my break is over #sad but my requests are still open, prolly not this long tho :'3
so, the next time, as you arrive with those messages replaying like a broken record on your mind, a burning sensation on your cheeks, you see Lucifer—indeed sleeping on his desk once again.
you lean down but retreat almost immediately, your mind playing tricks with you—why couldn't you just do what he told you since he's given you permission and even better, encouraged you to do it.
as you come close to his sleeping features once more, you decide to rest your hand gently on his hair, brushing some strands out of his face and smiling unconsciously at the sight of him like that.
you wish you could make him sleep properly more often. you've gotten Lucifer to go to bed in the past, but it still doesn't beat the number of times he's pulled all-nighters.
your pondering is cut short as you feel him lean a little more to feel more of your warm hand on his scalp, making you yelp and take it back quickly.
then he grunts in annoyance and you decide to better leave it at that, that you could go back tomorr-
"and where do you think you're going?" the demon questions, fast reflexes holding on your wrist firmly.
you stuttered out an incoherent response, making his brows frown, he must be sleepy because he couldn't hear you right even with his great hearing capacities.
then you confirmed the thought as he pulled you into his arms and placed his head on your collarbone, there's no way he's taking in on your scent and getting comfortable as if it was very normal to have you sitting on his lap and sleep just like that.
for a moment you've forgotten why you'd even come in here—until Lucifer himself reminded you—he raised his head to come closer to your ear and whisper tentatively...
"so are you going to kiss me now or do I have to do it first?"
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Obey Me! + leaning against them when talking to someone
Request: How would the brothers react to MC just randomly leaning against them when they're talking to someone? _
Characters: The brothers x reader
CW: none really!
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Lucifer
Congrats, you just boosted Lucifer's ego out the roof. He knows its probably nothing but he can't help but feel a sense of pride in thinking that maybe you're leaning against him as a way showing that you're together.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mammon
Mammon loves it! He'll blush furiously before shyly holding your hand while you're still talking. Its such a small act but it manages to make his heart do a little flip. And honestly, anything you do makes him lose his mind <3
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Leviathan
Levi's first instinct is to jerk back and create as much distance as possible 'cause living with the brothers have made him cautious of unexpected attacks. But when he realizes that you leaned into him. Into him. Levi.exe has stopped working.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Satan
Satan finds the action absolutely adorable, almost like a cat. He'll snake a hand around your waist just to nudge you more close to his side 'cause he can't get enough of the way his heart feels around you.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Asmodeus
Pls he'll literally start squealing. Asmo is so happy and smug about it, he thinks its so adorable he'll start clinging to you all day talking about it. Will also definitely rub it in the brothers' faces.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Beelzebub
Probably the only one who has the most normal and heartwarming reaction. Beel's first instinct is to wrap his arm around you to tuck you into his side much like Satan. He doesn't think much of it but if someone points it out, he'll start blushing.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Belphegor
This little shit. You'd think that Belphie's probably too sleepy to even notice but he's an observant person and god does he get cocky at your little move. Later, he'll oh so casually mention it infront of the brothers just to see the jealous looks on their faces.
lovesick!lucifer who'll stare at you from across the room, laughing at one of his younger brother's stupid jokes. sighing, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose− he wishes he could make you laugh like that− wait, what was he thinking? he should really get back to work.
lovesick!lucifer who'd ask you to come over to his office for no actual reason. secretly hoping that you'd stay and keep him company, but his pride wouldn't allow him to actually say it to you.
lovesick!lucifer who feels conflicted− why was he feeling this way towards a mere human, you? he'd never feel this way before− so why was he feeling so.. strange towards you?
lovesick!lucifer who isn't too fond of sweets, but takes you to cute little bakeries and cafes just to see your face light up, a grin splaying on your soft lips as you thank him. oh devils, you couldn't get cuter.
lovesick!lucifer who'd actually thinking of lessening some of mammon's punishments, your pleading eyes almost too much for him to resist.
lovesick!lucifer who finally, finally gathers himself to confess to you. putting on his favorite cologne− the one that you complimented, fixing his hair about a million times to ensure that he looks perfect.
lovesick!lucifer who picks out the highest quality of red roses for you, the same color of his painted nails, symbolizing the passion and love he felt for you.
lovesick!lucifer who's face falls when he's about to enter the room, stopping in his tracks as soft giggles spill out of your room. the door slightly ajar. he knows he shouldn't take a peek, but he can't help himself. curiosity getting the best of him− and as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.
lovesick!lucifer who watches, watches as you lay on top of the fourth born, head resting on his chest, while your twinkling eyes hold so much love and adoration for his younger brother.
lovesick!lucifer who's heart shatters into a million pieces as he watches you kiss satan's face, smushing his cheeks together, affectionately bumping your nose against his cheek. he gently closed the door shut, not wanting to peek any further. footsteps heavy as his broken heart against the carpeted floor, as he returns back to his office.
lovesick!lucifer who pours himself another glass of demonus, the alcohol burning in his throat as he gulps it down. he should've known, really. pride dwindling as his eyes land on the forgotten bouquet of crimson roses sitting on his table. he really should've known better.
can i request the Obey me brothers and/or the datables reaction to you being jealous ☺️
mc gets jealous
obey me x gn!reader
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a/n: the intro is so long in comparison to what i wrote for the characters lmao
cw: the gender of the person flirting with the characters is not mentioned. they don’t leave even after he’s told them to [belphie’s part]
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The two of you have been spending less time together lately, your personal responsibilities keeping you apart longer than they usually would. But when you realised the both of you hadn’t gone on a date in weeks, you decided to surprise them with one at a popular cafe in the human world.
Once seated at a comfortable corner, you kiss them on the cheek and tell them you’ll be right back with your orders. The trip from the counter to your seats couldn’t have taken more than 4 minutes but when you walk back, there’s a stranger at your spot next to them. By their body language, it’s clear they’re trying to snatch up your obviously irritated significant other.
Maybe it’s because today was finally a free day for the two of you, combined with not seeing them as much as you would’ve liked– but when you finally arrived at your table, you set down your orders with a little more force than necessary.
With eyes as cold as a storm as you possessively inserted yourself by your lover’s side, you asked the stranger in your seat, “Do you need something from us?”
lucifer
A smug little smirk makes its way to his handsome face when the stranger decides not to start anything and walks away.
And while a part of him doesn’t even want to wait until they’re out of earshot– the same part of him that wants to kiss you senseless in front of the many suitors you have– he refrains from doing anything too rash in public.
If he was in his demon form, his wings would ruffle from how you pridefully claimed him to be your lover in front of this “threat”. Not that anyone has the potential to be one when you’re all he ever thinks about in the late hours of the night.
When you sit down next to him once more, still obviously slightly angry after the ordeal, he gently holds your hand and presses it to his lips.
Just in case it wasn’t clear to anyone else in the cafe that the two of you are together.
“There’s no need to be jealous, my dear. I’m all yours.”
mammon
He gets a little flustered when you’re at his side but he soon gets over it and pulls you closer.
“In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m taken. Now, scram.”
Unlike Lucifer, he doesn’t even wait until the person leaves before he gets up to kiss you (on the cheek, he can only handle so much PDA).
“Took ya long enough! Seemed like you were takin’ forever.” “I was gone 5 minutes, Mams.” “Same thing.”
He’s sweet. And needy– but that’s why you love him. Another kiss on the cheek and it seems like he’s already forgotten what happened.
He hasn’t obviously. He’s going to daydream about this for the next 4 months every night before he goes to sleep because it proves you’re just as greedy for him as he is for you.
He’ll tease you about it, of course. “You must really love me if that got ya jealous.” He’ll stop if you ask him too but he’s still going to be giddy about it.
leviathan
He’s so relieved once you’re here because he had no idea what to do. He doesn’t even realise that he’s leaning towards you.
It isn’t until the stranger leaves that he realises that he’s still extremely close to you while in a public cafe.
He instantly gets so embarrassed and wants to leave.
It doesn’t take you long to put the pieces together– so you take your orders to go and pull him outside the cafe and into a nearby park.
“S-Sorry… I know you really like that place.” Now he’s worried that you might hate him for getting embarrassed and potentially ruining the date for the two of you.
When you reassure him that it’s fine and that you can always go to some other place, he calms down enough and the situation completely dawns on him– you got jealous because you thought someone else wanted his affections (which he still isn’t completely sure of btw).
His face is flushed pink when he thinks about it. You love him enough to fight for him.
“What? Oh- uhm.. it’s nothing– just thinking about how cool you looked back in the cafe when you got jealous, hehe.” < is imagining scenarios in his head and totally planning on telling Henry 2.0 about this exciting development in your relationship.
satan
He was about to commit a crime right before you came along.
Usually, he would be better at keeping his anger in check but this is your first date in a while and he’s not about to have some rando ruin it for the two of you.
“Leave.” is all he says to them with a glare sharper than Asmo’s heels.
He calms down as soon as he sees you seated next to him once more.
“They’re lucky you came when you did. The absolute nerve of some people–” he shuts up once you kiss him on the cheek.
While the two of you eat your food, he realises that your actions may have been caused by a spur of jealousy. He’s quick to tease you about it.
“Was somebody jealous? Well, now you know how I feel whenever one of my brothers take you away.”
He thinks you’re so cute when you’re jealous, but he refrains from teasing too much lest you lightly make fun of him when he’s green with envy.
asmodeus
Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves attention– but not at the expense of the two of you spending time together.
As soon as you’re next to him, he stands up and pulls you even closer than you already were.
“Ugh, MC~ where were you? I was so bored.”
He’s acting all whiny and needy, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and completely ignoring the other person.
It’s not long before they turn red in the face and storm out of the cafe.
“Finally, they’re gone,” he complains, checking underneath his nails like he was afraid some of their filth might have latched itself to him.
“You’re adorable when you’re jealous, have I told you that?”
He’s so quick to tease, even though he’s 100x worse when he’s jealous.
Somehow, he’s even more clingy the rest of the date. He's holding your hand, kissing your cheek, pulling you close to him the entire time– his own way of telling you and everyone else that he’s yours and you’re his.
beelzebub
He’s pretty clueless as to what’s happening and what the stranger’s intentions are– but when you come along, his passive face instantly lights up with a smile.
He is so in love with you, that you’d have to be blind to not see the way he looks at you, like your presence alone makes his heart full.
The stranger realises that they didn’t have a chance from the beginning, and Beel doesn’t even notice them leaving.
He notices that you seem angry at something, so he gently takes your hand and seats you beside him again– handing the slightly ruined food to you.
“You look angry. You should eat, it’ll make you feel better.”
He was right, it did make you feel better. Along with him happily eating all the orders you got him.
He won’t bring up the stranger unless you bring it up, but if you do, he’ll just shrug.
“Them? I don’t know, they just came up to me and sat on our table. I don’t mind when people do that but they were interrupting our date. I didn’t want to get angry and make a scene.”
belphegor
Belphie is spoiled. And he is tired.
When someone comes and sits on your seat, trying to flirt when the two of you came in together– he is instantly pissed off.
He wants nothing more than to “make” them leave, but he can’t (at least not in the way he wants to). So he just decides to be upfront instead.
“Do you mind? That seat is taken by my s/o– the one who walked in with me, in case I need to remind you.”
When they still don’t leave, he’s very seriously considering putting a curse on them.
But before he starts the incantation, you arrive in an equally bad mood.
Recognising that it’s two against one, they roll their eyes and leave, muttering something under their breath all the way.
“That was so tiring…” < (he spoke three sentences)
If you offer to go home, he refuses, saying that you both planned this already.
“I’ll try my best to stay awake but I can’t guarantee it. When we get back home, you owe me a nap.”
The sly little bitch managed to turn the whole thing in his favour.
rejecting his good night kiss because of your lip mask
LUCIFER "stop this non sense and c'mere" shaking her head no she took another step back from her boyfriend "no" another shake from her head "your kiss will wipe the mask away just like last time" sighing he laid down on bed turning away from his girlfriend "who said I am kissing you? just lay down and go to bed" hesitant she slowly approach the bed "you'll get a morning kiss instead" as soon as her hand touched the bed sheets Lucifer pulled her arm to him pressing his lips to hers while her other hand pushes and throws punches on his naked chest, pulling away he admires her adorable frown.
"why not both?"
MAMMON "whatcha mean in the morning?" frowning he looks at his lover who was applying even more mask and plumping her lips "sorry mammon, but I promise you when I wake up those lips would be as soft as a marshmallow" , standing up he walks toward her pulling her by her hips and turning her around, "c-come on, I can't wait till tomorrow" he mumbled the last part but of course, she heard him loud and clear "ma-" she was cut of by his soft lips pressing on hers, she wanted to push him so badly but damn his kisses always makes her fold and crave more.
"you'll miss the great mammon's good night kisses"
LEVIATHAN "its cause I am an otaku isn't it?" rolling her eyes she ignored him setting down the mask and turning to face him giving him a frown "I need my lips hydrated" he so badly wanted to tell her that he can't go to sleep without them anymore but what if she finds him annoying? so he kept being quiet and just stare at her lips the whole night "Levi my eyes are up here you know?" "what" snapping out of it he yet again caught himself staring as a blush started to form, giggling she kissed his lips making the mask rub on his lips and chin.
