𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 || 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 - DISCONTINUED

When you comb their hair

For ElenaH179

Just a reminder, I won't be taking any requests, and this is the last request that I'll be doing.

I also discovered a nickname for Satan,,, so yep

Anyways, enjoy!

~

Lucifer (Luci)

Luci's hair is straight, and when wet, it lays flat, and over his eyes, so he can't see anything much when he comes out straight from the shower.

You had popped in, asking for some paperwork, that Diavolo had requested, when you saw him coming out from the bathroom. Wisps of steam followed, and his flat black hair was gleaming.

"Oh... Sorry, I'll get going." You said, a small blush on your cheeks.

"No, it's alright, you can stay, I don't mind. I assume, you've come to collect the documents that Lord Diavolo wanted for this week?"

You nodded a 'yes'.

His hair was dripping wet and extremely shiny. You wanted to dry it for him, and feel the softness of freshly dried hair.

Luci noticed you staring at his hair, and slightly chuckled.

"Would you like to towel it dry for me?"

You nodded like a child, and grinned.

Sitting on his soft bed, you took the fluffy white towel from him, and started to pat it on his head. Soon, you started doing it more intensely, and the end result was not bad. His hair lay in waves, and using your fingers, you styled it in a soft yet dignified manner. Picking up the comb, you started making his usual side part, and then brushing it thoroughly, so that it fell straight over the side of his face. Quickly brushing away the stray strands, you set it with gel, and stepped away, admiring your handiwork.

Both of you were very pleased at the result.

Mammon (Mammy)

His hair is naturally fluffy, and wavy, and quite a hassle to comb. When wet, it falls down his back, rather than on his face.

You had called him for the invitation to a concert in Devildom, featuring the talents of his favourite band. Making your way to his room, you saw him, struggling with the comb, so you decided to step in.

"Would you like me to help Mammon?" You asked, with a slight smile on your lips.

"Tsk, the Great Mammon needs no help!

"..."

But, since you want to help me, I guess I have no choice."

You giggled watching a flush spread across his face.

"Give me the comb please." You said as he handed it to you.

"B-be gentle..."

"Don't worry, it won't hurt."

As he sat down on the chair, you stood behind him, ready to start your work. At first, you softly brushed the ends, getting out all the tangles. Then, you made your way up to his roots. Using your hands, you combed through the rest of his fluffy hair. Finally, you gave the finishing touches, and combed through the entire thing once.

"There. Did it hurt?"

"...Nope."

"What did I tell you. I would never hurt my sweet Mammoney."

"I'm the Great Mammon!"

Giggles filled the room, as his face turned a bright red.

Leviathan (Levi)