Sleeping/waking Up With The Obey Me Characters?

sleeping/waking up with the obey me characters?

sleeping/waking up with the obey me boys

includes: lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel, belphie, diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon x gn!reader

a/n: thanks for the ask! these were so cute😋 (requests are open! send one in if you want!)

implied relationships, fluff, domestic fluff, hcs

wc: .7 k | rated g

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➳ lucifer wakes up before you, an early riser, taking the utmost care to slide out of bed without walking you. yet you stir, missing his warmth and solidness next to you. “go back to sleep, dearest,” he whispers, leaning over you. he places a feather-light kiss on your forehead, and soothed, you drift back of knowing he’ll wake you when it’s time for you to get up

➳ mammon clings to his sleep, getting up at the last possible second. you’re the same so there’s rarely a day when the two of you don’t race downstairs in disarray, shoving breakfast in your mouth as you head out the door. “oh, shit! mc, we gotta go!” he shakes you, pulling you from your dreams. “we’re late! lucifer’s gonna kill us!”

➳ levi relies on you to get him up, usually tired from a late night gaming. on the nights he does stay up, he clumsily gets into bed, pulling you close. if you move at all he freezes, barely breathing. when you just turn over and press your face into his chest he lets out an exhale wrapping his arms around you as he relaxes

➳ satan wakes up before you and watches you sleep, propping himself up on one elbow. he drinks in your features, tracing the curve of your nose, your jaw, your eyelashes with his eyes. you look beautiful to him, even if there’s a line of drool connecting you to the pillow. “beloved,” he says, caressing your cheek. “it’s time to get up now.” when your eyes brighten upon seeing him he feels as if he’s unworthy of the pure adoration in them.

➳ asmo is about the only person who actually ‘woke up like that’. he likes to wake you up by pressing soft kisses to your cheeks,nose, eyelids, chin, and, when you open your eyes, mouth. “good morning, baby,” he’ll chirp, too cheerful for the early hour, giggling when you groan and shut your eyes again, fingers dancing along your sides in the pantomime of a tickle.

➳ beel gets up early to work out, sliding out of bed a while before you do. you had asked him to wake you up when he left, just in case you wanted to come with. “mc,” beel gently nudges you, rousing you from your slumber. “want to go on a run with me?” usually it’s a no, but once in a while you’ll agree and follow him on his chosen workout, hyping him up as he did the same to you.

➳ belphie is a nightmare to get up. he has several alarms he ignores, but unfortunately, you can’t ignore them. you groggily turn them all off, rolling over to get the one he set on the other side of the bed. “belphie.” one word from you and his eyes are open, lazily blinking. you wonder why he still sets all those alarms when you work better than all of them combined.

➳ diavolo sets a soft alarm that gets you both up, sharing a soft kiss first thing regardless of morning breath. occasionally, you’ll hit snooze and spend those minutes cuddling, enjoying the warmth emitting from him. he’ll skim his hand up and down your side comfortingly, just reveling in your presence.

➳ barbatos wakes you up with a warm cup of tea or coffee, depending on what you prefer. he wakes you up the same time every day, believing a routine is needed to make the day go well. you can’t say you mind it, not when you’re wrapping your fingers around a warm mug, the ghost of his hand in your hair, pushing it out of your face.

➳ simeon is the type to sing you awake, as cheesy as that is. his voice is wonderful, as expected, what with him being an angel and all, and whenever you wake up hearing his beautiful voice you have the best day, feeling relaxed and happy. “darling,” he croons. “it’s time to get up~” humming the rest of the refrain, he pecks the top of your nose.

➳ solomon does the good ol’ “hey, it’s time to get up.” he just says it, already starting to get ready, glancing at you from over his shoulder. nothing gentle or sweet about it. you blink awake, still slightly sleep-addled and look over, giving him a glare, unhappy to be woken. all your glare does is make him chuckle, but inwardly he’s having a mini crisis on how cute you look while sleepy.

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break time! // lucifer

you visit luci when he's working on his paperwork and luci let's you sit on his lap, forgetting how weak he is for you.

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content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - reader in a dress - unprotected sex - slight voice kink - slight bratty reader - praise - hickeys/biting - dirty talk - slight blood (play?) involved - 900 words - not beta read

note: hehe hi @mrskenmakozume here’s my piece for your blorbo collab 🫶 i hope you like it, its my first time ever writing luci NDMSNS

“Just the tip Luci, please…” 

Lucifer was a very serious man, especially when it came to his paperwork. Still, who was he to refuse you when you came into his office, wearing his favorite dress and begging so sweetly, of course he’d oblige. You promised him that you’d be a good girl and that you’d sit still, but promises were made to be broken right?

That’s how you ended up here, cock buried deep inside of you as you moved on his lap, the promise you made earlier already being broken while looking at the boring paperwork in front of you, watching his gloved hands do the work. Lucifer wasn’t stupid, he knew what you were trying to do but if there was one thing he was weak for, it was you.

“L-Love, I’m trying to do work.” he warned you, yet you paid it no mind, his voice only sending goosebumps down your spine as you continued your movements. “But I’m bored,” you sighed, grabbing a hold of his hands and guiding them on your body, shoving his paperwork aside after. “You’ve been doing your paperwork for the past two hours or so, take a break sir.” you continued, knowing exactly what that nickname did to him. 

“I suppose you’re right.” Lucifer groaned, lust lingered in his tone as he took a deep breath, giving into the temptation. With one swift move, you found yourself bent over his desk, Lucifer hovering over you, filling you up even more because of the position, a gasp leaving your lips at the feeling.

“This is exactly what you wanted, wasn’t it love?” he whispered in your ear, laughing at the way you clenched around him, knowing his voice did things to you. You didn’t even get a chance to reply or adjust before Lucifer started thrusting at a brutal pace. 

“Answer me or you won’t get to cum love.” he taunted and you whined at the thought. “I-It was sir, I just wanted your cock.” you confessed, closing your eyes at the pleasure. Lucifer just smirked, placing kisses on your neck, moving down to your shoulders.

He knew you were spoiled, his spoiled brat. Always taunting him just to get what you wanted and it was a 50/50 with him, depending on his mood you’d get punished or get exactly what you wanted. Today was one of your lucky days, Lucifer couldn’t be bothered to punish you, not when you looked this good, or when he was stressed and tired of the paperwork, you were just what he needed.

“Always so honest for me, such a good girl.” Lucifer whispered praises into your ear, hands gripping your sides while he picked up his pace, hitting your sweet spot easily with his size, his name falling off your lips over and over. 

“Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good, you can do that for me yeah?” he groaned, sucking on your skin, his possessive side wanting to leave his mark on every single visible spot. “Mhm– yes sir!” you moaned, gripping the desk for support as you felt the heat pooling between your legs, slowly growing dumb on his cock, something that always easily happened when he fucked you.

“That’s a good girl, just be pretty and take it all.” he continued, cursing under his breath when you clamped down on him. You couldn't help yourself, not when you got off to his voice, not when he was fucking you so good, not when he was this big and reaching all th right spots.

"Luci, please." you mewled, only for him to raise an eyebrow and slow his movements down, teasingly sliding his hands along your sides, waiting for you to realize what you just said.

“ ‘m sorry sir, please!” you corrected yourself, moaning loudly when he tightened his grip on you, picking up right where he left of, fucking you with hard and deep thrusts, the sound of skin slapping and your moans filling his office.

“It’s okay love, you’re doing so good for me.” he spoke sweetly, licking your shoulder and teasingly biting it, groaning in your ear at the way you clenched around him, bringing him to an idea. 

“Sorry love, can’t help myself.” he mumbled against your skin, sinking his teeth into your skin, holding you as close to him as possible, never stopping with his thrusts.

“S-Sir.” you gasped, a choked moan leaving your lips as tears pricked in your eyes. Getting off to the pain as you felt your orgasm nearing. 

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer questioned, cleaning off the blood with his tongue, his cock twitching at the taste.

“Feels g-good.” you blabbered dumbly, drooling from the pleasure, your legs slightly trembling.

“Oh yeah? Do you like it when I mark you up as mine?”

“When I bend you over my desk and fuck you raw, just because you can’t wait a little longer?” “Or when I whisper into your ear, does my voice get you off?” “When I fuck you dumb and fill you to the brim?” 

“You enjoy every little thing don’t you my love?” Lucifer whispered into your ear, placing a kiss behind your ear, hitting your sweet spot once again and that was enough to send you over the edge.

“ ‘m cumming sir— don’t stop!” you whined, gushing all over his length, making a mess of his pants and blouse. 

“Good girl, just let it all go.” Lucifer cooed, helping you through your high while chasing his own. “Just a fair warning my love— for getting me distracted during work, I won’t stop until everyone in this building knows who you belong to.

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MORE, MORE, MORE

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ MAMMON x f! reader MC

syn: one orgasm is never enough for mammon, he’s greedy for it. well, he’s the avatar of greed after all. he lives up to the name of course, proudly so.

── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, implied multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, treasure, darling), not proofread.

“ma—ah fuck..! m-mammon, can’t—ngh!” “aah shit..! just one more f’me, my sweetheart.” mammon let out a heated gasp, his rosy lips parted before burying his face in the junction of your neck—soft breaths ghosting over the sensitive skin of your sweaty neck. your vision was met with his snowy strands that your fingers dug into, occasionally tugging at the roots, earning groans from mammon as he ploughs into your cunt.

‘just one more’ you knew that was nothing but a blatant lie, especially coming from the greediest demon himself—it was never just one more when it came to sex, sometimes mammon would go to the extent where both of you were as overstimulated as you could get; silent screams as pleasure took over your bodies, the coil deep in your stomach snapping oh so deliciously that it’s almost painful, and his balls emptying the last bit of load he has after all the rounds.

your head spun, the corners of your teary vision slowly filled with dark spots that disappeared as quickly as they formed. you’ve already came twice around his cock, and you’ve lost count of how many times mammon brought you to your orgasm with his tongue and fingers, so your body was already sensitive to any kind of touch. you could feel your legs trembling as mammon pushed and pulled his hard cock over and over again, the way your walls clamped around his shaft, allowing you to feel every ridge of it.

it was sticky, damp, and stuffy. the mixture of your’s and his cum dripped out of your sopping cunt and down to the mattress, creating loud, wet noises that bounced around the walls of his room. mammon’s heavy balls slapped against your sweaty skin, making a sticky mess down where the two of you connected.

his king-sized bed squeaked with each desperate thrust of his hips, the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall as if it was locked in a rhythmic curse. thud. thud. thud. mammon was sure his brothers could hear the deafening thuds of his headboard but he couldn’t care less. another strained groaned left his throat as you scratched your nails down his bare muscled back, your hands running through an evident bump on it—his wings were starting to come out. his horns were also becoming visible, the ebony spirals emerging from his snowy hair.

mammon growled as he felt himself shift into his demon form from the immense pleasure that washed over his whole body. he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, causing pleasurable pain to shoot up to your neck as his canines grew in size. “aah.. mammon..!” “haah! t-that’s it, my treasure.. moan for me.” mammon lifted his head from your neck, an evident deep crimson blush spread on his cheeks as he met your gaze—his pupils were blown with lust, eyes also teary from the never-ending pleasure. fuck, you could stare at his eyes all day; the way his blue irises faded into a golden yellow at the bottom, like the ocean meeting the citrine sky as the sun dips below the horizon.

before you could close your eyes shut from the way mammon’s blunt tip was repeatedly hitting your cervix, you noticed a faint flapping sound over the ringing of your ears—something slicing through the damp atmosphere of the room and blowing hot air. it didn’t take you long to notice the full-grown pair of wings on his back, flapping with every eager thrust of his hips—it’s bat-like structure proudly stretching out to reveal it’s entire length.

the white markings across his tanned torso were now evident too, mammon was in his full demon form. it was always like this with him whenever he reached overstimulation, the immense pleasure his body held was too much that it often resorted to him unintentionally transforming. his wings moved in synched with his hard thrusts, allowing him to pound harder and reach deeper into you. mammon threw his head back, a heated gasp leaving his lips as he felt your walls tighten around him. a small, desperate cry of your name hung in the thick air before he buried his face near your ear once again.

mammon let out shallow pants, incoherent sentences going straight to your left ear; he managed to stutter out a praise, his voice shaky, and breathless from all the fucking he’s doing. the sweet praise went straight to your cunt, and that was all it took for you reach yet another orgasm.

this time it was significantly more intense than the previous ones mammon had given you. your whole body trembled as the coil in the pit of your stomach snapped for the nth time that night, face contorting in raw bliss as your lips parted in a silent scream. mammon didn’t even have to look at your face to know what you looked like as you came, he’s got in engrained in his mind—the way your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head, swollen lips parted, brows tightly knitted together, and tears rolling down your warm cheeks.

the thought of your erotic expression brought mammon to another climax shortly after you. his muscles turned taut, wings stilling in a stretch as he sheathed his cock deep inside you before cumming. he moaned into your sweaty skin, a string of curses leaving his throat as waves of pleasure fully consumed him. the two of you fell into a unison, filling the room with nothing but lewd sounds as your bodies jolted from the after shocks of a mind blowing orgasm. mammon held you tight—his bare chest flush against your own—to keep himself grounded from the immense pleasure.

you didn’t know how he was still able to cum inside you with such volume, given how many times he’s orgasmed already—mammon filled your cunt to the brim, swearing under his breath as a squelching noise came from your cunt, his seed seeping out and dripping down to his balls and the mattress. he gave a few shallow thrusts to ride out both your orgasms before pulling out, a whine coming from you and mammon at the loss of contact—he watched as your hole dripped with his and your cum, biting down at his bottom lip. how filthy.

“i’m far from being done with you..” mammon breathlessly laughed as he saw your eyes fluttering shut. you opened your lids to see that he’s made his way down to the apex of your legs, where all the mess was. “mhm, i’m going to suck this out of you.” he gave an experimental lick at your sensitive cunt, causing you to instinctively attempt to close your legs. mammon held your legs apart and gave you a smirk before diving in—your hands flew to his spiralled horns, gripping them for your dear life as he shoved his tongue inside you.

“just can’t get enough of you, my darlin’..” mammon whispered against your skin. “mhm—aah! y’so greedy, m-mammon.” you moaned. he couldn’t help but snicker at your response, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the choice of your words.

“now, i’d be worried if i wasn’t.”

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Hello, I came here to ask you a request: Mc is wearing a pajama (nightgown, little shorts, whatever you want) that shows a little bit too much. So one day, Mc comes down to the kitchen in the middle of the night, taking advantage about the brothers sleeping in their rooms so no one would see her like this, and suddenly, she bump into one of the brothers. How would they react?

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, and sorry for the delay! I started working on it, got writer's blocked, solved the block, then got...inspired, lol. This ended up being like 8 lil narrative one shots. Anyways - This is only part one of two; hope you like! ♡

Characters: [Lucifer / Mammon / Leviathan / Satan] x F! Reader

Word Count: 4.6k+

Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes]

Tags: suggestive/sexual themes, making out, light petting/groping, reader = she/her pronouns, each demon has a lil backstory

[Part One of Two]

It was late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you had just finished preparing yourself for bed. You had finished your homework for the day, as well as your nighttime routine, and it was time for you to settle down. Just as you sit down on the edge of your bed, you start thinking about how it would be nice to have a quick little snack before you turn in to sleep for the night. Picking up your DDD from the nightstand, you check the time to see just how late it was. You decide that it was probably late enough for everyone to be asleep, and it was safe to venture out into the house alone with what you are wearing - a skimpy spaghetti strap tank top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. You push yourself up off the bed and cross the room, making your way towards the door. Leaving your bedroom door open, you make your way towards the kitchen next door . . .

For the Avatar of Pride, staying up late and overworking himself was a normal part of his daily routine. Usually after dinner, he hides himself away in his study so that he can start working his way through the mountains of paperwork sent to him from his superiors. Usually every night, he has the same routine - he finishes his RAD related paperwork, takes a break to patrol the House, stops by the kitchen for a cup of Hell Coffee and then back up to his study to deal with the paperwork associated with his political duties. 

Lucifer starts making his way down the hall for his nightly rounds through the House, as he normally does at this hour. He usually does this in order to make sure his brothers’ mischief was kept at a minimum, but it’s in order to keep you safe as well. He couldn't help but to notice that the chaos in their House had increased quite a bit since you had arrived - some of it from his brothers dragging you into their antics, some of it chaos created all on your own, and some of it external chaos that seeks to consume your beautifully shiny soul. When you first arrived here, you used to be a major source of his headaches. He used to struggle with how to punish you, seeing as you were the fragile little human sent here for Lord Diavolo's exchange mission. But now, the more Lucifer thinks about you, he cannot deny to himself the fondness that has grown for you within his heart. A smile twitches at his lips for a brief moment before he refocuses himself on his task.

Just as he is making his way down the stairs to check the first floor, he hears a noise coming from the kitchen area, a faint glow emitting from its frame and spilling into the hallway. He lets out an exasperated sigh to himself, believing it to be Beelzebub on one of his frivolous late night snack missions. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he strides towards the kitchen door, scripting the lecture he wants to give in his mind as he walks. How many times must he punish the Sixth Born? 

When he reaches the doorway, he halts at the unexpected sight before him, and he can’t help but to stand back and observe. He sees you in the kitchen, illuminated by the light of the refrigerator, looking through what’s left of its contents for a snack. You look so innocent while doing so, completely unaware of your surroundings. He wasn’t used to seeing you like this - hell, he wasn’t even used to seeing you dressed like this. Usually dressed in your RAD uniform, the attire you were currently wearing is much more revealing than what he is used to seeing you in. The way the thin cotton fabric clings to your curves, he couldn't stop his eyes from roaming your entire body. You grab something from the fridge, closing it before making your way over to the kitchen island with the leftover Acidic Hell Fries you found. Sitting down with your back turned to the door, you open up the tray and lean in to take a bite, all the while Lucifer can’t help but notice the way your shirt rides up the arch of your back, the way the waistband of your shorts sit right at your hip, the way your skin just looks so soft. He wasn’t sure how a human could stir up such emotions in him, but he was in fact curious to see where it would take him. 

In a rare moment of impulsivity, Lucifer swiftly makes his way towards you. Before you even have time to register the Avatar of Pride's presence, he sets both of his hands on the table on each side of you, effectively trapping you between him and the counter. He leans down closer to your ear, the scent of his cologne filling your senses, as he whispers your name into your ear with a very seductive tone. "What do you think you're doing here," he asks, his tone husky as you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin. Your pulse accelerates as he presses his lips to your earlobe, his gloved hands now slowly finding their way around your waist as Lucifer trails light kisses down the soft flesh of your neck. You would usually have some sort of snarky comeback for Lucifer, stating how it was obvious why you were in the kitchen shoveling fries into your face at half past midnight. But in this moment you couldn't muster up a retort, your brain beginning to fog up with the haze of pleasure that Lucifer's touch can bring. As he continued to tease your neck, occasionally nipping at it with his fangs, his hands began to drift lower on your body, lightly teasing at your waistband. One of his hands pulls your chin up to him, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips collide with yours in a way that sets your soul ablaze with passion.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss, your eyes slowly opening to see his crimson orbs gazing back at you with lust, love and admiration. He slightly loosens his hold on you, before turning you around on the barstool you sat upon to face him. He brushes the hair out of your eyes, tucking it back behind your ear before leaning down to press one more kiss on your lips. When he pulled away this time, you chased his lips with his own, filling him with a sense of pride at the idea that you're craving more of him - much like he craves more of you. He lets out a small chuckle before suddenly sweeping you up in his arms, your legs dangling over one side while your arms instinctively wrap around his neck for safety.  "We're heading straight to my room," he said along with your name in a confident tone, "and I hope you have plenty of energy, because we won't be getting much sleep tonight." He carried you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, taking no time getting you to his room and into his silk sheets. 

Mammon had just recently arrived home about an hour ago from one of his many side hustles he did to help earn some extra Grimm and pay back a few of his debts. The witches have been hassling him even more than normal recently, threatening a variety of curses if he doesn't comply with their demands, so he's had to take up multiple side hustles in order to make enough money. He could have sworn he paid them off a while ago - math is one of Mammon's strong suits and he always keeps his debt ledger up to date. He's pretty damn sure the witches are just jealous of you, and take it out on him one of the few ways they know will work. They would never mess with you directly - and risk earning the wrath of all seven Avatars of Sin? And perhaps even the Future King of the Devildom himself? Hell nah. They'll just keep toying with Mammon the way they know best.

Normally, Mammon would be pretty exhausted after a grueling shift of serving tables at Hell’s Kitchen, but tonight for some reason, he was feeling restless and couldn’t seem to settle down. He had completed his nightly routine and settled into bed, but he found himself feeling restless, scrolling Devilgram instead and finding himself growing bored rather quickly. After tossing and turning in his bed for what felt to him like an eternity, he let out an annoyed groan and pushed himself out of bed. If he couldn’t lull himself to sleep, he might as well go find his favorite human. He crossed the room to pick up his designer underwear and sweatpants off the couch, slipping them both on before making his way to the door. Once his door is closed, he starts briskly but silently making his way across the hall and down the stairs, doing his best to avoid running into any of his brothers - namely, Lucifer. 

Making a beeline straight for your room, Mammon notices the door is open and just walks inside as if he owns the place. “Oi, human! I’m bored, why don't ya-” he says, before looking around to see that the room is actually empty. “Where the hell even are ya,” he mumbles to himself with an exasperated huff, turning about-face and exiting your room. As he steps out into the hallway, he finally notices the kitchen light is on. He starts stomping his way over to the kitchen, mumbling something about how much work it is to watch after one stupid little human, when he crosses the threshold of the door and almost bumps into you as he is turning the corner. "Aye, what gives," he says in an almost shouting tone, "ya gotta watch it, human! Ya gotta be more careful! Ya ain't always gonna have the Great Mammon to..." he trailed off as he finally looks down at you, taking in fully just how you look and what you are wearing. His eyes widen and his jaw drops, standing there completely frozen in shock as his eyes scan you up and down repetitively. 

Despite the many times the two of you have shared a bed, he has never seen you wear something so small and form fitting as pajamas before. Usually when he was over, you'd just wear an oversized tee shirt and some baggy sweatpants, which was usually cute and endearing in its own way. But tonight, since you assumed you would be spending the night alone, you wore something you thought no one would see you in. And now here you are in the kitchen, the Avatar of Greed stood in front of you, a blushing and stammering mess. The more of his golden eyes took in of you, the more he could feel the greed rise up within him. Every little inch of skin, every little curve of your body has Mammon craving more and more, his avarice knowing no bounds when it comes to you. Typically, in moments like these, the tsundere side of Mammon's brain would kick in, and a flurry of denials would leave his lips before you could even playfully accuse him of anything. Seeing you like this has Mammon forgetting all about those silly habits, his mind focused on wanting only one thing - you.

In this moment, Mammon can't help but succumb to his greed. His hands reach out to pull you into his bare chest, his demon form now on full display and eyes glowing as gold as Grimm. His arms tighten around you in a possessive hold as he buries his face in your hair, your scent as intoxicating to him as the most expensive Demonus on record. You feel his hands roam your body, feeling both his soft skin and his rings' hard metal gliding up and down your back. You melt into his touch, your arms instinctively wrapping around his torso.  "I've been lookin' for ya," he mumbles into your hair. Before you can even fathom a response, Mammon's hands find their way under your ass, hoisting you up and setting you on the counter. He leans in and presses his lips to yours with a sense urgency you hadn't seen from the Avatar of Greed previously, his yearning and need for you growing with each kiss. As his tongue brushes your lips, they part and allow him entrance, and the way your two tongues dance with each other sends Mammon over the edge, feeling that same greed start to build within you. Mammon's kisses became hungrier and sloppier the more he could feel his sin in the air, a hint of lust mixing with it as his hands squeeze your ass, your own hands roaming his beautifully brown torso. "Mine," he states simply, as he breaks the kiss momentarily. 

He picks you up once again, your legs squeezing his waist as you fling your arms around his neck. He runs off with you to his room to have his way with you - and to hoard you to himself like the Devildom's finest treasure.

It wasn’t at all unusual for Leviathan to stay up all hours of the night. On this night in particular he was counting down the hours until the newest merch drop from his favorite idol group, Sucre Frenzy. He picks up his Bufo Egg Milk Tea to take a sip, only to hear the slurping sound of his cup being empty. Looking at the clock at the bottom right of his monitor, he mentally notes that he still has an hour and a half before the drop, which should be more than enough time to run downstairs and raid the fridge. He presses pause on the song he was listening to on Devilfy, pulling off his headset and making his way out of his bedroom door. He pulls his DDD out of the pocket of his hoodie, swiping it open and pressing on the 'Mononoke Land' app. Checking to see if there were currently any in-game spirits lurking in the House, Levi games as he presses forward towards the kitchen, his own IRL mission falling to the back of his mind as he continued to focus on the side quest on his phone. One hand in his pocket while the other clutches his device, his tail slides along the handrail of the staircase, making sure he doesn't stumble as he tunes out the rest of the world. 

He really hopes you can make it to hang out for the drop tonight! When he invited you at dinner you seemed interested, but you told him you weren't sure if you'd be able to stay awake that late or not. He would really love it if you are able to - everything is more enjoyable for the Lord of Shadows when he has his Henry by his side! It makes him excited even thinking about it! Maybe he'll swing by your room on the way back from the kitchen and see if you're awake! Or...that maybe awkward? What if you're asleep and he wakes you up? What if he annoys you? Maybe he'll just send you a text instead. Either way, he loves you more than all of his anime combined, and it would be the highlight of his entire month to spend tonight's event with you.

Refocusing on his game, he turns the corner to cut back towards the kitchen. He doesn't even notice the kitchen light on ahead, nor does he hear the clattering and clanking coming from inside. All he can seem to focus on is Mononoke Land. As he walks past your room, he does a double take, expecting to see you in your bed. On second glance, he notices you missing from your room, and Leviathan couldn't help but be confused as he pauses in your doorway. It's almost one in the morning and you aren't in your room?! Where in the Devildom could you possibly be?! You're probably hanging out with one of his brothers, aren't you?! You're probably in one of their rooms, in one of their beds, doing Dia knows what while he's down here getting some stupid snacks for his stupid merch drop. 'Stupid stupid stupid I'm so stupid! Of COURSE she wouldn't want to waste time her time with a disgusting otaku like me! IT'S NOT FAIR IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!!' A wave of envy washes over him so powerful that he fights everything within himself not to summon Lotan and flood the House. His fists clench his DDD, stressing it from the pressure as his knuckles turn white. His eyes blaze a bright orange as jealousy rages within him like a hurricane brewing over the sea.  

Wanting nothing more than to barricade himself in his room and never come out, Leviathan angrily marched onward towards the kitchen, determined to get his snacks and get the hell back to his room so he can wallow in his feelings. Hastily making his way through the kitchen's threshold, he doesn't see you as he barrels straight into you, knocking you backwards. Before his mind can fully process what's going on, his tail grabs ahold of you, wrapping around your waist and preventing you from hitting the floor. His eyes finally connect with yours, and he realizes that it's you he has run into. A quick scan of the room tells him you had been in here alone, and suddenly he feels foolish for the jealous tantrum he was throwing in his mind. 

"I-I'm s-s-sorry...I didn't see y-you th-" he stammers, now looking down at you to see exactly what you were dressed in. Is this what you normally wear to bed? Levi hadn't ever seen anything like it in real life. The way the fabric highlights all of your best features, putting just the right amount of emphasis on how perfect your curves were...he could have sworn you were drawn by his favorite manga artist. His eyes roamed your body up and down, his face heating up as rapidly as his heart rate is rising. 'OH FUCK, I'm staring aren't I?! She probably hates me, I'm so gross, such a worthless perv, I need to stop staring WHATTHEFUCKDOIDO?!?' he panics internally, his hands starting to tremble. He tilts his head down to focus on the floor, when he finally processes that his tail has been autonomously wrapped around your waist the entire time. "I'M SO SORRY," he half shouts at you, as he starts to unravel his tail. 

Suddenly, Levi takes pause, as he hears you gently call out his name, one of your hands resting on his tail while the other reaches out to stroke his cheek. "Levi...whatever you're thinking right now...stop," you reassured him. Before he could hide his face from you, you leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft but loving kiss. At first, Levi just stands there frozen in shock but after a moment he kisses you back. He's still unsure of what to do with himself - he doesn't want to ruin this moment - but he doesn't want it to end either, so he stands with his hands awkwardly at his sides and pours every ounce of love of passion he can into the kiss. While he may not know what to do with his hands, his tail seemed to enjoy exploring your body, causing you to let out a tiny soft moan when it makes its way around the top of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his neck, continuing the kiss as you press your body against his. 

After a few more moments, the two of you pull away from each other, both trying to catch your breaths. Before Leviathan could even muster a response, you grab his hand, the sweetest of smiles plastered across your face. "Come on, let's go to your room, Levia-chan. I can think of a few ways for us to kill time until your merch drop launches," you said as you start pulling him towards the door. Suddenly you weren't tired, and Levi didn't care about the snacks - with you, he may even end up forgetting about the merch drop.

Before you had even thought of grabbing a snack from the kitchen, Satan had already made his way down there and was rifling his way through the fridge looking for something suitable to feed his secret kitten friend out in the garden. Earlier in the night, Satan came outside to the garden in order to calm down and let his inner rage subside. He had wanted to spend the remainder of his evening with you curled up in his lap as he reads to you, a warm fire crackling in the fireplace nearby, as the two of you ignore the world for each other and a great plotline - there was no other way he'd rather spend his evening. But of course, his insufferable eldest brother had to stick his prideful nose in where it didn't belong and drag you away, just as he was asking you to join him after dinner. It was almost as if the Avatar of Pride has an extra sense for when Satan wanted alone time with you, always interfering and coming up with some smug excuse as to why you need to be stolen away right when Satan needs you. That pompous ass was always going out of his way to stoke the flames of Satan's wrath on purpose! 'One day he'll get back at that bastard, he'll put him right in his place!'  

Satan continued pacing in circles in the garden, his demon form on full display as rage flows through him like an ice river through one of the lower pits of hell. He wasn't doing the best job at calming himself down at first, you not being there to help ground him, so it was taking a bit longer than normal. It was always so much easier to calm himself with you there - just a few simple words or a quick hug usually doing the trick. But for now he was alone, and he was drawing a blank on what he else should do. He completed one more pace around the garden before, before letting out an annoyed huff and sat himself down on the nearest bench. As he was about to pull out his DDD to text you to see where you were, he hears a rustling in the bushes. His emerald eyes scan the area, no signs of life immediately apparently, before he sees a pair of glowing eyes peer out at him from underneath one of the bushes. A small smile tugs at his lips as it dawns on him who the eyes belong to - one of his stray feline friends that likes to wander through every now and then. He pushes himself up off the bench and slowly crosses over towards the cat, holding out his hand as he tries to coax it out of the bush. The cat immediately starts to back into the bush, shaking it's head at Satan, causing him to take pause. He chuckles to himself as he comes to the realization of what she is asking for - the cat wants a treat. 

Satan straightens himself up, making his way back into the House to find some cat friendly snacks in the kitchen. When he arrives there, he is alone, and makes a beeline straight for the fridge. It was usually wishful thinking for anyone in the House of Lamentation to try to hide food in the kitchen, but sometimes Satan was able to get away with it for the sake of his kitten buddies. Crouching down to open the bottom drawer, Satan reaches in to pull out some of the Devildom cat treats he had stashed back behind the drawer. Setting the pouch of treats on the counter, he opens up one of the cupboards and pours what is left of the treats onto a saucer, before tossing the empty wrapper in the trash and making his way towards the kitchen door. Little did he expect in all of this, you came walking through the door at the same time, neither of you really paying attention. Before either of you can stop yourselves, you quite literally run into each other, the saucer of meaty cat treats smooshing against Satan's chest and then dropping to the floor. Satan can feel his wrath rising inside him once again, drenching him like an ice cold shower, his aura turning dark as his demon form makes an appearance once again. He hasn't even looked up to see who caused the collision, assuming one of his brothers is to blame yet again, his jaw clenching as his mind races to formulate it's retaliation. 

His glowing green eyes finally lift to see exactly who the guilty party is, only for his eyes to meet yours instead. You begin to stammer out a stream of apologies, but seeing you immediately calms the inner turmoil of his mind, the storm suddenly calm within him. 

His gazes roams over you for a moment, Satan suddenly finding himself speechless as he takes in exactly how breathtaking you look in such casual attire. The way straps of your tank top accentuate your collar bones, giving way to how the fabric hugs your perfect chest...Satan suddenly couldn't remember what he was mad about in any point in the day. He couldn't even bother to care why he was in the kitchen in the first place. He gently takes one of your hands with both of his, raising it to his lips to press a kiss into your knuckles. A warm smile spreads across his face as his hands find your hips, pulling you closer into him. One of his hands moves to rub the small of your back as the other tilts your chin upwards to him. He holds your gaze for a moment, adoration apparent in his eyes, before he leans in to share a passionate kiss with you. 

The moment his lips caress your own, your heartbeat goes through the roof, and you can't help but to lean into him and melt into his touch. His hand on your chin moves to hold the back of your neck, his tongue brushing your bottom lip, asking for more. Your hands find themselves on his chest as your lips back, your tongues clashing together in a desperate bid to feel more of each other. Your hands slide down his chest and abs, lightly tugging at his belt when you get to his waist. He chuckles into the kiss before nipping at your bottom lip with one of his fangs, grabbing your hips with both hands as he slows the pace of the kiss. 

Eventually he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. "You always know how to make me feel better, kitten," he said as you slide your hands up his front and lace them behind his neck. "What do you say we retreat to my room to continue this encounter?" he leans in to steal one more kiss from you lips before taking you by the hand and pulling you up to his room.

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Brat tamer Luci!!!! <33333333

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Luci keeps making you cum over and over again and you try to crawl away as you're in tears and he instantly pulls you back by your ankles and tuts. "No, no, brats don't get any mercy. Now stay where you are and take it."

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JULES ALSDBKSAKDNSMAS I LIVE FOR BRAT TAMER LUCI 😩🤲🏼 thank YOU for this thirst AAAAAAAA

Your bare front flush against the soft mattress; nails digging into the fine fabrics of Lucifer’s sheets; mouth agape while a string of moans in the shape of the prideful demon’s name slip past your lips; shocks of pleasure electrifying every inch of your sensitive body as Lucifer’s hips plough into you without a hint of remorse. You don’t know how many times you came around his cock, essence dripping down your inner thighs and onto the soft mattress beneath, just like the tears coating your heated cheeks. The deafening sound of skin slapping and wet squelches hung in the thick air of Lucifer’s room—punishment. That’s right, you were being punished for your misbehaviour earlier, and he wasn’t going easy on you.

Broken pleas leave your quivering lips, to your dismay it just gets Lucifer going, the way your breathless voice turns into a sweet melody, chanting his name to stop—desperate hands reaching back to grab his hips only to be swatted away. You only had one option. A laugh rumbles from Lucifer’s chest as he watches your naked trembling body attempt to move away from him, arms shaky as you drag yourself along the expanse of his bed. He found you amusing. A warm palm encases your right ankle, and in one swift tug, you’re back to where you started. Lucifer tuts as he hears you whine; the demon presses his bare chest against your naked back, lips dangerously close to your right ear, “You dare try to escape your punishment, brat? There’s no mercy for you. . .”

A shiver runs up your spine, his icy tone making your head spin. You didn’t notice the way Lucifer hauled you up, flush against his chest so that you were now on your knees—one hand playing with your clit, and the other encased around a breast. “. . . Now, this will make you stay here and take it all.” Lucifer nibbled on your lobe, kissing down the side of your neck before inserting his cock inside you. You were completely trapped with his arms securely wrapped around your body, and like he said, your only option is to take it all.

Lucifer hopes you’re in for a long night—well, that doesn’t really matter because he’s going to give it to you over and over again until the only word you know is his name, until his cock his soaked in your cum, until the Sun rises again in the Devildom.

ok my headache has calmed a bit and i managed to whip this one up!!!