Lucifer: Why Are You Making Pacts With My Brothers?

i actually love the idea of them being a package deal because it makes so much sense to me, more than many of the other common duos from this game tbh lolol

contents: solomon x gn!reader x asmodeus, nsfw (+18), pretty suggestive but nothing happens, kissing, fluff, pet names (love, darling)

you run your fingers over solomon’s pact marks, tracing the elaborate symbols, and you revel in the way solomon slightly shudders under you as your gentle fingertips run up his bicep, nearing his shoulder.

with you straddling him in his bed, you can easily get a perfect look at his bare chest, and the sight is a marvel in itself.

his entire chest, along with the majority of his arms and legs, are littered with pact marks, and there’s barely any space left. you know his back is as well, though you can’t see it right now. some are bigger than others, some are more clear than others. they all have some kind of symbol special to the demon he’s tied to. usually, the demon picks the placement, often based on where they prefer it to be. the other pact partner doesn’t have much say in this, as it’s highly intimate to the individual demon.

you know this from the way mammon’s mark sits proudly on your collarbone, and is practically impossible to hide with the way it’s always peaking out of your shirts. likewise, beelzebub’s sits on the side of your stomach, and belphegor’s is hidden on your lower back. all of the brothers have chosen a place special to them, which often reflects their sin, whether they’re aware of it or not.

you assume most of solomon’s pact partners didn’t really have a choice. eventually, they just had to put their mark wherever there was space.

“which one is barbatos?” you ask, and solomon’s hand guides you to the spot behind his ear. you grab his chin and solomon lets you move his head to the side. it’s small and elegant, and you barely notice it because of his hair. “it’s pretty,” you mutter, and solomon smiles. you lean down and press a small kiss on it.

“he said he put it there to remind me to use my head,” he says, and you snort. solomon playfully frowns, and you coo at him. “sorry, didn’t mean to laugh. that’s very reasonable of him, though,” you respond. you’re right above him now, and you press a short peck to his lips this time.

you trace your fingertips down to his neck again, and then right over his heart, smiling at the familiar pact mark. it doesn’t surprise you that asmodeus would place his pact mark there, claiming solomon’s heart as his own.

you lean down to kiss the pact mark once, then twice. you feel a small tingle on the inside of your thigh, where your matching mark is, and you glance up at solomon’s reaction. he looks back with lidded eyes and flashes you a small smile. you kiss the pactmark again, wondering if asmo can feel it as well.

slowly, you lick a stripe up it, and solomon moans, causing your stomach to flutter. it seems that he's extra sensitive there, and you make a mental note to use that to your advantage some more. your inner thigh burns pleasantly, and you can feel arousal clouding your thoughts. you grin and move down further, trailing kisses on his stomach along the way.

“you’re so pretty when you’re underneath me,” you murmur, and solomon laughs lightly. you frown at him. “i’m not being funny,” you say, and he shakes his head.

“i know, i’m sorry, love. thank you,” he replies, and you hum, satisfied with his answer.

you settle between solomon’s legs as you reach his boxers, and you play with the hem slightly. you can already see his heavy bulge creating a tent as well as a small patch of precum forming around the tip, and the sight makes you smile.

“sol, you’re already this worked up for me?” you ask, and you rest your head on his thigh, while tracing patterns on his other thigh with your fingers. solomon moves a hand down and runs his fingers through your hair. “of course i am,” he says, bringing you closer to where he really wants you. “how could i not be when i have my pretty apprentice’s hands all over me?”

you’re about to reach into his boxers to free his aching length when a loud series of pings distracts you. you fumble around the sheets for a bit before finding your D.D.D., and a laugh leaves you when you see the messages.

solomon untangles his hand from your hair and props himself up on his elbows while raising a brow at you. “what is it? show me,” he asks, and you show him your phone with a giggle. his eyes run over the messages, and he lets out a groan, although the corners of his lips are turning upward.

from: asmo baby <3 you’re seriously getting it on without me??? you betray me, you have WOUNDED me, darling fuck you i’m coming over don’t do anything till i’m there horny bastards

my friends jerk off to more avant-garde concepts than your friends do

the things i would do to hold these hands

Barbatos’ soft hands

not a want. a need.

the world when you're with me

synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.

tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802

a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow 

For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague. 

After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again. 

But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.

As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets. 

His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons. 

Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.  

The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window. 

When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.

Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.

When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries. 

Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task. 

But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.

When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment. 

Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it. 

“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”

At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne. 

“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment. 

After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair. 

Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.

The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”

his eyes, the coloring- 💖🥰

Our first guy. 💛

I’ve been experimenting with a new art style. I miiiight make art of the other bros too so… let me know who I should do next!

oops! my heart went- fuck

It’s days like these that make me safely say that I don’t miss you

IM GONNA SCREAM CRY SHAKE THROW UP THIS IS SOOOOO CUTE I LOVE LUKE’S DESIGN 😭😭😭 i’m a wolf and cat appreciator which is so funny thinking about having lucifer, satan, and luke on one island

animal crossing x obey me // cross-posted on my twitter !! ✨

who would you want on your island?

if they spoke like this i think i would play the game so much more