#afab diavolo
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I like the funny anxiety man
Doppio's actually my fav, however, I wish to bite a piece off of whatever Diavolo's got going on.
Bonus Doppio sketch ♡
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The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.
[Twst x Obeyme!AFAB!reader]
CHP. 1.1: The start of the Blood Rose Tyrant.
Thank you, my amazing readers, for all the likes, comments, and reblogs🥹 It makes so happy, like– almost nothing can top the joy of seeing y'all liked my work :)
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CW: Cursing, Idk what else... There's also the pronoun schtick I've been yapping about since pr. 1. (i.e MC will get mistaken for a pretty guy a lot -Mc is AFAB referred to as they/them- because the NRC cast have come to expect only boys to be in the school. Excluding the paintings ofc.)
(My pic)
Fun fact: While all of your ornaments act as containers to very *nom*-able amounts of magic, such a thing can be dangerous as it may give away your location if you need to hide or run away from someone.
Therefore, all of them were cast with a special spell developed by Solomon that makes it so that people can't sense that magic unless they're really close to you physically.
(Not to mention, only exceptional mages can actually have the hope of picking up on that magic as your all jewelry were also cast with a heavy magical concealment blessing from both Micheal and Luke.)
• • •
'What the hell is this?'
You think as you fiddled with the fancy pouch in your hands.
You had opened the gift box to find the pouch containing some basic skincare products and just went; ( •_•)..?
Like– What the hell? Who does that?? Are they saying that you're ugly and needed to start taking care of your face?! Well excuse you, I'll have you know –whomever you are– that this face was approved by Asmodeus himself you rude lil' shi—
*Ehem*
So like any sane person is supposed to do in that situation, you checked if the products were cursed or charmed and then pocketed it to maybe sell it in the future for some cash. (Lovely gift but you were taught never to use/ingest things given to you by strangers.)
Leaving the infirmary, you venture into the botanical garden, hoping you'd find some edible plants that you and Yuu can nibble on until you can procure other food options and some all important moneh. (Ugh, if only that damn crow didn't escape and hide away from you, you would've extorted his cowardly-ass and bought some food instead of needing to resort to this bs.)
'Trying to find a stone in a long abandoned mine is simply a fools errand.'
You thought as you absent-mindedly skipped past a certain tall, dark, and handsome man with horns, unknowing of the look of pure curiosity pointed at your back as you continued your musings.
'But oh well, they wanted to try so they might as well be those fools.'
You're not gonna stop them if they wanna try to fix things even though you've mostly stabilized the situation. (Not that they know.)
Damn, you also need to go to the library later so that you can learn what changes you'd need to do in order to adapt and know the problems you'd likely experience in this world.
Knowing yourself and your history for being a magnet of chaos, It'd probably involve almost dying more times than you have fingers and unearthing some deeply-buried soul-crushing trauma in which the only thing you'll get in return are the friends you've made along the way.
Aside from that though, you'd need to gain yourself a foothold in this society.
Preferably, there would be a lot of rich and influential people in this school to suck up to, but if those aren't enough then maybe you can venture into industries where you can kiss-ass in peace.
As much as you'd love to be optimistic, Crowley is the almost literal embodiment of a dead-beat dad barely pays child-support and your own search for a way home may take years before coming to fruition.
Tsk. You can feel your stress levels transcending the mortal plane of existence again as you can already envision the figurative mountain-range you'd need to climb just to achieve stability in this place.
$°\•m°n.. p/€∆$3.. H€\₱ m£...
Times like these just make you wanna curl up onto the floor in a fetal position and let the earth consume you whole.
Oh! And you also need to obtain a stronger blackmail material against Crowley to make sure he won't try anything remotely against you.
'Hmm... But maybe...'
You think as you took a quick and discreet glance to a security camera that had been "coincidentally" pointed at you.
Well, not really a coincidence.
If the mf behind these creepy-ass cameras —that have been watching you since your arrival here, mind you—, can lend you a hand then that would be the optimal outcome. There are a lot of security cameras after all...
Though there's also a large possibility that the fucker wanted you dead because of either boredom, simple bloodlust, money, vengeance (for some reason), your organs or all of the above.
You sighed as you entered the botanical garden, telling yourself to just worry about that later and focus on finding food.
If you get in trouble for taking plants here, you'll just throw Crowley under the bus. (figuratively and literally if he decides to be a bitch about it.)
• • • •
Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce stumbled out of the mirror, finally away from the creepy forest and back into the college.
They all flinched and turned their heads back when they heard a dramatic 'Tsktsktsk–' from behind them.
"Well well well~ Look who finally decided to show up at–"
*checks imaginary wrist watch*
"46 minutes past midnight.. Huh.. If you all got any curfew for your dorms then you're both toast. Can't believe y'all spent more than five hours looking for a single rock..."
You said, referring to the two first years who flinched under your words and judgemental eyes.
"You all look like shit by the way."
Yuu awkwardly scratched their head.
"Thanks?"
*Sigh...*
"You're welcome, bbg."
"Just hurry up and give that rock to the fuckin crow already so that you all can spare the world from having to witness anymore of your gross, sweaty, homeless-lookin selves."
Deuce shrunk even further behind Yuu. (funny because Yuu was at least half-a-head shorter.)
Ace meanwhile, has too much ego to not say anything back.
"We wouldn't be looking like this if you at least helped!" He snarked.
"Why should I?"
You Dwayne-the-rock-Johnson raised your eyebrow at him.
"I don't owe any of you a smidgen of literally anything so why should I help?"
It wasn't a question, but a statement. Because why should you help? They should be grateful you even talked Crowley out of expelling them immediately. Not that they know but still...
But of course, audacity is gonna audacity. Because, Ace really had the nerve to look offended by your words, as if you weren't saying something as truthful as the sky being blue, the grass being green, and your ass being a literal masterpiece from god.
"Don't even try to pass off the blame, Weasley-wannabe. I know it, you know it, your mom knows it, your dad if you have one, your entire bloodline and your non-existent cow knows it, there's literally no point."
Ace literally almost snarled at you like a damn dog, pft– That's what he gets from pissing you off by existing earlier.
"Oh shut up!"
He then looked like he was about to start a rant of how unfair his life was and how he totally didn't deserve any of this and blahblahblahblahblah–
You swear on Diavolo and Luci's fruity man-boobs, you'll hang this bitch upside down like a bat if you had to hear another complaint about things being unfair for him.
What about you? or Yuu? Isn't life more cruel and unfair to you two? Taking you both away from loved ones and shoving you into a world where you two need to fight for a temporary sanctuary as you both try to go home with no real proof you'll actually be able to make it back?
Isn't life more unfair to you? Right when you almost finally achieved the start of your happy ending.. You were taken away from the people that you fought tooth and nail to be with.. And now, they're all too far away for you to reach... again.
Deuce elbowed Ace, thankfully making the jab to the ribs painful for the annoying ginger.
You dramatically sighed again, turning to Yuu and Deuce.
"Remember kids, don't copy Ace's attitude okay? Lest you want to end up single and with no bitches for the rest of your life."
Ace's right eye twitched erratically, shouting at you to shut up and to stop messing with him.
• • • • •
Talking with the crow is an annoying affair as expected. At least now, Yuu is finally an official learner of the school. Even if they're just half-a-student with the loud talking cat. (That kinda reminds you of Mammon, now that you think of it. Also very funny because the cat's name is grim of all things..)
Oh, and you're a prefect now. You're definitely going to make that everyone's problem. Hehehehehe~
"So the abandoned dorm we were supposed to live in is fixed now? How? Hasn't it only been like– a day?"
You ominously beamed at the question, releasing a sinister little giggle that caused Ace, Deuce, and the now wide-awake Grim to subconsciously shiver while Yuu refrained from asking further questions and just wisely snickered instead.
Unseen by everyone, you sent a quick devious little smile to a wall where a certain electrical device was mounted, biting down a snort when you saw the security camera suddenly snap into another direction, as if it was a person embarrassed that they got caught by someone they were staring at.
You then had to hold back a cackle as you remembered how easily this newly made stalker friend of yours snitched on the headmaster, like– you literally didn't even do anything, the flustered boy just gave you the blackmail material that you needed. Well, maybe you did corner him a little bit by using his own electronics against him but you're pretty sure he enjoyed it for some reason if the way he literally blurted out 'mommy-' at you was anything to go by—
Haha, the benefits of having a hacker as a fren :3
• • • •
Kicking away the two idiots and telling them to go back to their dorms already, you dragged Yuu inside the now newly fixed dorm.
The two of you needed to talk about a few things and arrangements..
• • • •
Quickly opening the door in hopes that the fucker that was banging on it gets mash-dabbed face-first, you saw nothing but disappointment as the bastard — Ace — had actually moved away from the door in an impressive display of intuition and spidey-sense before you had even wretched the door open.
"What the fuck do you want, you ugly punyeta?"
It hasn't even been a few hours since this mf parted ways with you and Yuu, so what could be the problem now?
. .. . . . . ..
"No, you're sleeping on the couch."
"What?! But why?!! There are perfectly good rooms here!"
"All the other rooms besides the one we're using are still unfurnished. The beds in them are yet to be assembled and the floors are dusty because of the quick renovations." Yuu stated, rubbing the bridge of their nose.
"Ughhhhh! Just let me squeeze in, I promise I won't take up too much space!"
"Nice try but no."
"Tch, You're all so stingy and inhospitable.."
"Yuu, Do you hear that?" You said, theatrically cupping your ear with a hand.
"Yes, It seems that a forever virgin is talking." Yuu answered with a smirk.
"Hey!"
"Sorry, you oompa-loompa lookin ass— we unfortunately can't understand the language of people who can't pull."
"You guys are the worst."
"Thanks bbg." you and Yuu paused.
"Pft–"
"Oh dear~ It seems you're starting to take after me."
"Indeed it seems." Yuu replied, even subconsciously copying the fancy accent you used.
"Oh no, you're multiplying. :0"
"Haha, we're still dragging you to apologize to your Housewarden later."
"Aww shucks.."
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Repost from peach-cream-yukio. I just copy and pasted this from the old blog so if it somehow made spelling mistakes and stuff I’m sorry!
Anonymous asked: obey me brothers + undateables with a s/o that's insecure of her stretch marks? specifically by the lower stomach area and a little on her thighs. thank you!
Lucifer
•He didn’t know stretch marks were a thing, nor did he know they were a thing humans were insecure about.
•He’s not the type of demon to have many relationships, so he never came across them.
•So he was a bit startled the first time he’d seen yours, and how you’d shied away from him.
•It’s your skin, there’s bound to be “imperfections”, though he wouldn’t call them that. You aren’t porcelain, no one is.
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Lucifer like to kiss your stretch marks, and he likes how you skin feels under his fingertips as he runs his hands down your body. He often greets you by hugging you from behind, kissing your temple with that sly smirk on his lips, after which his hands slide down to your stomach and squeeze lightly. Also really likes biting your thighs, gently (or roughly if that’s what you want) when he goes down on you.
Mammon
•He secretly watches get ready with me/clothes hauls/domestic life videos on deviltube, so he’s come across humans talking about stretch marks and insecurities from time to time.
•So when you pulled him aside before you all go to the beach to tell him why you won’t be wearing a bathing suit, and thus asking him to try and keep the others from asking why when you got to the beach, he already knew what you were gonna say.
•Tried to play the cool guy, hands in pockets, yeah it’s whatever act, but kinda revealed too much.
•”Yeah I get it, you’ve got stretch marks you don’t feel like showing yet, girls talk about it all the time online”.
•Cue huge blush on his cheeks and a very knowing teasing look from you.
•In the end you two goofed off enough to raise your confidence and he’d convinced you to go in at least a cute high cut one piece.
•Totally didn’t choose it so he could show off his humans legs, whhaaattt, nooo perish the thought👉🏼👈🏼.
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Mammon likes your legs the most, not to say he doesn’t like your tummy because he certainly does, but your legs are truly something else. He loves having Harrison Porter marathons with you on his couch, him sitting and leaning back against the arm rest, you laying on top of him, head on his chest and arms wrapped around his middle, legs straddling his just right so he can run his hand up and down your thigh. He likes missionary, with your legs pressed as far up as you can so he can feel your tummy and thighs on his skin as he thrusts into you.
Leviathan
•The first time he sees your stretch marks was when you two were cosplaying together.
•Your skirt hiked up a bit too high and he caught a glimpse of them. He thought you had ocean waves on your thighs. That’s what they looked like to him.
•So he asked you about them. Literally, he said “do you have waves tattooed on your thighs?” With a heavy blush on his face.
•When you confusedly asked him what he was talking about he gestured to your legs.
•When you understood what he was talking about it was your turn to blush. When you told him what they were and that you were self conscious about them he could see you were closing in on yourself.
•He grabbed your hand and told you if you didn’t want to talk about them you didn’t have to, but that he wanted you to know he thought they were pretty.
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Levi REALLY likes seeing you in more exposing clothes or cosplays, because he gets to see your stretch marks and tell you how much he loves them and how beautiful they are to him. Likes when you wear skirts or shorts and straddle and sit in his lap when he’s gaming, because he can feel the bumps and curves of your skin on his. He’s a sea serpent, and a strong swimmer, so his thighs are pretty muscle-y and sensitive. Contrary to popular belief, he wears shorts pretty often when he’s just in his room, so that makes it easier to feel you. Likes when youre on top because, though the both of you may be shy during it, he loves the feeling of your tummy and thighs jiggling when you ride him. If you’re unsure of how well you can ride him, he’ll take you missionary, because he loves seeing how you become less shy and so lewd under him. You two are always hand in hand during this as well.
Satan
•He’s one of the brothers who knew what they were, and that it was a common cause for insecurity. He’d always meant to bring it up with you once you started dating, he just never found the right time.
•The first time he saw them was when you had forgotten your uniform in his room (after having changed there for a movie night) after a shower so you ran to grab them. you didn’t expect him to be there, since he was usually at breakfast by that time but you ran inside and there he was.
•Your towel had ridden up just enough to show the smallest bit of stretch marks and he smiled. you hadn’t noticed until his hand came to cover a small laugh from his mouth and he gestured with a small “cute”.
•When you yanked it down to cover them and your face flushed red he told you it was alright, he didn’t mind seeing them, if you didn’t mind showing them. “Didn’t mind” wasnt really the right phrase, but they didn’t make him love you any less.
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Satan likes when you sit in his lap while he’s reading, legs swing over his, so his hands can rest on your legs, stroking the outside of your upper thigh. He likes to tie your hands above your head so he can see you bounce and shiver as he rocks into you.
Asmodeus
•Knew about your stretch marks the moment you started dating. When you finally confessed to him and told him you liked him he hugged you so fast and his hands kind of went everywhere. They grazed your thighs beneath your school skirt and your hands caught his very quickly.
•You tried to mask it as you just wanting to hold his hands but he knew it was because you weren’t sure whether you wanted to talk to him about that yet.
•The first time he finally saw them was when you finally agreed to a bath with him. His bath was huge, more like a hot tub, and he told you there’d be lots of bubbles, so you figured there’d be tons of bubbles to hide behind.
•But the bubbles began to pop and asmo began to pull you closer. He eventually got you to straddle him as your hands laid on his shoulders. You were hesitant, and when his hands began to slide from your hands to your thighs, you lightly stopped them.
•When he asked if you wanted to talk about it, you didn’t answer, so he started. He told you that they meant everything to him, as did every part of you, and he loved you so much. When you slowly let go of his hands and nodded he placed them on your thighs and stroked your stretch marks with his thumbs.
•The first time saw your stretch marks was also the first time you had sex, and the first time he saw you cry. When he initiated the first kiss he pulled you closer in his lap and pulled you down on his cock he told you how much he loved you and how perfect you were.
•When the tears starting falling he stopped and asked if you were ok, and when you told him they were happy tears he’d almost cried with you.
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Asmo loves every part of you, and every mark, but your tummy and arms are his favorite. He likes getting you clothes and having you dress up for him. If you’ll let him he’ll take pictures of you and if you’ll ALSO let him he’ll post about you on his devilgram. At some point he ends up making a separate devilgram just for pictures of you. (He is WHIPPED for you) He never knew he was one for slow gentle sex, but he definitely is. It’s his favorite. Loves you see you unravel and become a whiney mess beneath him. Also likes mirror sex, if it’s something you’re ok with it.
Beelzebub
•Another brother who knew what they were. He’s a very muscular guy, and with rapid muscle growth comes stretch marks, believe it or not.
•The first time he say your stretch marks was also the first time you saw his. He invited you to work out with him, or even just spot him while weight lifting. When you showed up in long sweats and a tshirt he asked if you were ok or if you were going to over heat.
•When you said you were fine and didn’t want to change, he asked if it was because of your stretch marks. Since he has his own he didn’t really think about it being a sensitive topic. When your eyes started to water a bit he quickly told you it’s ok, he has them to.
•Cue beel removing his damn shirt and flexing his muscles. “You see? Right here. You can touch em, I don’t mind.”
•Is ALWAYS willing to listen if you want to talk about them, whether the tone be good or bad.
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I don’t think beel truly has a favorite place on your body, he just loves all of you. He does like to watch how your tummy moves when you do basically anything, he just thinks you’re so cute and soft. He likes seeing your tits move with your heavy breathing as you adjust to his cock
Belphegor
•This brother really doesn’t care. His other brothers don’t either, but he’s different. Almost like he doesn’t notice them. He’ll acknowledge them if you want him to but other than that he has no “favorite spot” on you.
•He’s so nonchalant about it you can’t even remember the first time he saw them.
•If anything he likes holding you while you nap and rubbing circles into your tummy, but he did that before he knew about your stretch marks.
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There isn’t much else to note for Belphie, your stretch marks don’t change anything. He loves you and your stretch marks don’t add or subtract from that love.
Diavolo
•Diavolo LOVES your stretch marks. And I don’t mean this in a fetishy way, he’s not a guy like that, he just loves you and any part of yourself you might be insecure of, he loves twice as much for you.
•He’s also not gonna lie, he sees a future with you, definitely a long one, with babies and kids, so he knows that stretch marks come with pregnancies. And BOY does he want to see you pregnant. He won’t push it on you of course, and won’t even bring it up until/if you become Queen of Devildom alongside him.
•He loves holding you and feeling your warmth, I feel like though he is the prince of hell essentially, he has cold hands. Please warm them up.
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Diavolo’s favorite part of you is your tummy. You will definitely often find yourself in his lap as he peppers kisses all over your face in between chuckles and laughs as he tickles and pinches your tummy til you’re both out of breath. Another thing he loves about the stretch marks on your tummy is how they also are on your back as well, he likes that he can see them when he’s taking you from behind and he gets to grab handfuls of your hips.
Barbatos
•Like Belphie, Barbatos isn’t bothered my your stretch marks, theyre part of you, and he loves you, there’s not much else to it.
•Though he will not let you talk bad about yourself because of them, or any other insecurities. He will not stand for it.
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Because your stretch marks don’t affect his love for you in a negative or positive manner, he also doesn’t have a favorite part of you based on your stretch marks. If he has a favorite part of you it’d be your hands, always so warm in his own.
Simeon
•All humans, demons, and angels come in different shapes and sizes, and he sees the beauty in that. So although he gets that insecurities are common place among almost anyone, he doesn’t understand why they have to be.
•You’re his little bird, why don’t you like your differences, your variances, the things that make you you. Though he wouldn’t call what you two do together to be “sinful”, it’s definitely not completely “pure”
•WILL kiss every mark until you’re both flustered yet completely calm in each other’s embrace.
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Doesn’t have a favorite part of you, because there’s too much of you that he loves to place a preference on one part. Loves holding you close and listening to you breath, and feeling your chest and tummy move against his with every breath.
Solomon
•I wouldn’t say he’s been with MANY lovers, but he’s a damn attractive human, and a powerful sorcerer, so he’s definitely not inexperienced, so he’s seen a wide range of bodies and what they come with.
•Is more nonchalant about it than the others. If you want to talk about them he’s all ears. If you want to say that you love your stretch marks but want a bit of encouragement and love from him as well he will surely give it to you. If you want to discuss ways of decreasing the amount or hiding them, he’ll tell you you shouldn’t feel like you have to, but will help you if you really need it and if it’s what you really want.
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He loves that you and your body, but loves when you feel at home and safe with him that you can let expectations fall from your shoulders the most. He’s a very curious and experimental guy, so if you allow him, he likes to bring something new into the bedroom any chance he can get. He loves to see how your body reacts to new forms of pleasure, and how you look at him fills his heart with such pride and it’s absolutely an ego boost and a turn on.
(*Sorry that some are shorter and less descriptive than others, I was having a very hard time trying not to sound repetitive, but also not to stray from loving your body into fetishizing it, as I know weight and how it’s perceived in romantic and sexual setting is a sensitive topic for many, myself included. I hope this was good however! Writing for this many characters at once really took a lot out of me, so I hope you like it!*)
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Reaction to mc saying she's pregnant? Like they had NO idea. It's their child, maybe she hide it with magic or something and they generally couldn't tell, if that is okay! It's okay if not,
I just think it's a cute conecpt, like just pretend barbs doesn't look into the future,
Again it's okay is not! No pressure,
Wolf !
Hi, wolf! Of course it's okay! I hope you like it
they find out mc is pregnant after hiding it
-> brothers and side characters x mc (no luke)
mc's gender is not mentioned, but is pregnant, not proof read (somebody lmk if the tag is wrong)
content warnings: pregnancy, mild angst
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Lucifer
he's a little offended (??) hurt (??) that you hid it from him, were you afraid of his reaction or was he scary?
regardless, lucifer loves both you and the child to death from the moment he finds out they exist
he's going to take great care of you (though he might come off as a little overprotective)
if you are standing up for a minute too long he will let you sit down
Mammon
oh no, you were play fighting just yesterday, did he accidentally hurt you or the baby?
when those worries ebb away, mammon is so happy he's telling everyone at rad about it
yes he's sad you hid it for a long time but the happiness is way stronger than the hurt
'mc I'm gonna go to the mall to get baby's first gold bar' 'mammon the baby isn't even born yet-'
Leviathan
of course you hid it for a long time, imagine you're the child and you find out your dad is a gross otaku
you're gonna have to calm him down
it takes levi a while to warm up to the idea, but when he does he's really excited for his baby
he's going to want to read tsl to your stomach as a bedtime story (if the baby is a boy he wants to name him henry too)
Satan
satan is kind of in denial, if you were pregnant he would have known right? why didn't you say something?
he's never thought about being a father, he needs a moment to let it sink and do research on babies
but he warms up to the idea eventually, and he'll be the softest you've ever seen
satan got little children's books and those cute music boxes for when the baby comes
Asmodeus
out of everyone, asmo would me the most upset you tried to hide it
but he loves you and the baby so he forgives you soon
asmo might not know how to be a father at first, but he's willing to learn and raise the baby with you
plus he's going to want one of those maternity photoshoots, but if you don't it's okay
Beelzebub
yes he's not happy you kept it from him but baby :))
beel would do anything to make you and them happy
he's really worried you're going to get hurt though, if you're cooking together beel does not let you pick up a spatula or get close to the stove
also beel loves to hug your stomach, it's basically what he does every night now
Belphegor
he's not happy about it at first because he honestly did not want a child
but seeing you pregnant, realising you'd make a great parent, it changed his mind
belphie gets the best pillows and blankets so you can be comfortable while sleeping
if the baby is keeping you awake belphie will try to calm them down
Diavolo
he understands why you hid it from him, imagine getting pregnant with the demon prince's child- oh no are you scared?
it doesn't matter whether you are actually scared or not, diavolo will take his time to show you all is well, he's really happy to welcome his child
he took a picture of you and your cute baby bump, made it his ddd wallpaper and stares at it when he doesn't want to work
Barbatos
it took him by surprise, but barbatos can adapt quickly
he's really happy to be having a baby with you, he's ready to give you anything you need to make the pregnancy easier
do you want tea, a massage or something else? barbatos has got you
he can't wait to meet his baby, he doesn't want to use his powers and spoil it for himself
Simeon
...so that's why you could eat solomon's soup last week without getting sick
he forgives you for hiding it, surely you had a good reason
simeon loves the baby so much he sings lullabies he used to sing to luke for them already, this man's face physically softens every time he sees the baby bump
but really, maybe you should stay away from food that randomly appears in the fridge that simeon didn't make
Solomon
he's a little upset but that's okay, in all his years he's never felt this happy
he can't wait to hold his little baby for the first time
being a human too, solomon knows plenty of stuff about human pregnancy so that's great
'simeon why are you stopping me I'm just going to offer mc a sandwich I made'
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Mentoring
This is a little smut fic I wrote for Diavolo's birthday, but since I have two fics now and this isn't a "birthday-themed fic," I thought I'd post it now.
CW: MC is AFAB and nameless, uses she/her pronouns. Piv sex, creampie, roughness, harsh language.
WARNING: This fic is centered around the CNC kink. I will explain what that is, but if it's something you may not enjoy due to trauma or other issues, please don't read!!!
CNC: Means consensual-nonconsent. The premise of a cnc scene is that beforehand, both partners agree to certain types of rough or aggressive sex that is of "nonconsesual" nature during the scene. The consensual part is the agreement before the actual sex occurs, where safewords, boundaries, and other parameters are in place. Some people call it rape play, I don't necessarily agree with using that as a blanket term for CNC. This is risky and should not be taken lightly, just like BDSM.
Minors and ageless blogs DNI
Third person POV, reader insert
18+ only
Enjoy
"So we are in agreement. We're doing this?"
"Yes... I think so."
"You can't just think so. This is something that could go poorly for both of us if we aren't both on board with it."
She was quiet for a moment, deciding what to say next. Diavolo lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes, a softened but serious look in his.
"I want this. We have our rules, we agreed to the rules, and we know our way out should we need it," she answered confidently.
"Then... so it shall be."
She sighed as she gazed at her test score. It was fine, but she wanted better. Quietly, she folded it and set it aside so she could focus on class. That was, until she saw Diavolo walk in, making a beeline for the teacher's podium.
"Good morning everyone. Your professor had to take leave today, so I will be filling in for the day. His message to you all is to work on your assignments due this week. You may ask me questions if you need to. No lesson for today," Diavolo explained.
The class became quiet and got to work as instructed.
Except her.
She stared up at Diavolo for a solid minute until his eyes finally landed on hers. She raised an eyebrow. The corner of his mouth barely tipped up.
Today was the day.
She began to work on her homework for the next hour, counting the minutes and seconds until class was over. It was so much more distracting to have him there, just steps away from her own desk while he sat at the professor's. The anticipation was building, and all she could do was organize in her head how this would go. Her thoughts were consumed with running each scenario, every word, every single movement they could make. It was so important that this went right, and maybe–
"And that's class. Thank you all for coming. Have a good day," Diavolo announced, standing at the podium. Everyone was already up and leaving, having packed their things while she just sat there daydreaming.
Once the room was cleared out, she cleared her throat quietly and got up from her desk, her test in hand as she walked up to the podium.
"Hey, I had a question," she stated confidently but softly, trying not to intrude. She saw the papers on his podium and knew he was likely busy.
"Yes, what is it?" He replied in his usual candor, golden eyes gleaming and bright white smile beaming.
"I got this score on my test, and I really thought I did better... Is there any way I could... get some help?" She answered, handing him the sheet of paper. He looked over his nose at her and nodded, taking the paper and setting it down to look at.
"I'll see what I can find."
He scanned it over, reading every question and answer. If there was any skill he mastered, it was looking at anything unfazed and replying in a similarly unaffected manner.
"I see. So, you seemed to have not totally understood this concept here, and this one could have been better here," he explained, pointing out to her what he meant. She came closer and nodded, listening carefully. "I think this one could have used a few more examples to drive home your point as well."
She sighed. "Yeah... That's what I thought, too. I wish I'd done better..." she murmured to him.
Her mind became distracted again, thinking about how good he smelled, the amber and musk filling her head with ideas other than this test.
"Are you listening?" He asked quietly, bowing his head to look at her.
"Oh, sorry..." she mumbled.
Finally, she turned her own head up to look at him, and she swallowed thickly at the idea buzzing in her skull, the one making her question every fiber of her moral being.
"Is there... anything I could do to improve my score? Anything at all?" She asked carefully and slowly, bringing herself closer and peering up at him with slightly widened eyes, her expression maybe a little innocent.
"Did you have something in mind?" Diavolo asked in reply, his voice pitching lower in his tenor range smoothly.
She mentally took a deep breath, centering herself. I want this. I want to try this, she thought to herself.
"I mean... What are my options?" She asked, her own voice stepping just a hair lower in pitch as well, leaning into the intensity of the moment. Her body moved closer intentionally, now just mere inches away from his.
"Don't be coy, I think you and I both know what you're implying," he answered, a bit dominantly. "I saw how you stared at me all hour. You can't stand here now and tell me you don't know what you're asking."
Here we go.
"Surely I don't know what you mean..." she stated, sounding slightly shocked.
His arm snaked around her waist, and he snatched her closer, a little roughly, and bowed his head down to whisper in her ear.
"Don't lie. You want me to improve your grade in return for something, right? A little mentoring? Well, I know what it is you want, and I know what I want, so why don't we skip the rest and get to the point?"
She nearly trembled then, with excitement and nerves from how he spoke to her so harshly but still yet so seductively.
"I... I don't understand. I just wanted to see–"
"Shut up, and come here," he snapped quietly in her ear, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her over to the desk. He pushed her against it, wrapping an arm around her when she became off balance from the sudden movements to hold her up. "You asked for it, now I'll make sure you get what you want, and I'll get what I want," he murmured in her ear before biting on the shell of it.
"But–"
"But nothing, now am I going to take these off, or are you going to help?" He interrupted her again, pushing her to sit on the desk and slipping his thick fingers into the belt loops of her slacks with a hard tug.
"No, I really didn't mean–" she tried to insist.
Riiiiiiiiiiiip.
"I guess I'm doing all of the work," he mumbled, quite literally ripping her slacks off with his inhuman strength like the material was paper.
"Dia–"
She started to yelp, but he slapped a hand across her mouth to cover it and keep her quiet.
"Now, are you wanting your classmates to know you want your headmaster to change your grade in exchange for sex?" He challenged her, his gaze piercing her soul. She shook her head. "Then be quiet."
With her torn slacks on the floor in pieces, his hand skimmed up her warm thigh, and he roughly opened it out wide so he could stand between her legs. He looked down and smirked as her underwear peaked out in the creases of her thick thighs and soft tummy.
"You were anticipating this, weren't you? Wearing just a black little lacey thong today. Were you going to ask your professor for this too had he been here?" He mocked her, snapping the band of her panties against her, making her flinch and moving his hand from her mouth. "Answer me," he snapped.
"No, I wasn't asking for this! I–"
She clamped his hand on her mouth again while tutting her. "I said be quiet. Do not yell again unless you want this to get much worse for you," he commanded. She nodded. He smirked at her panicked expression, tears welling up in her eyes. "Now, there's no need for that. I'll give you what you want. Besides, you're going to be good for me, right? This is all for me, and I'll make sure you enjoy it too."
She shook her head, and he ignored her as he slid her panties down her thighs. When she started to fight him, closing up her legs and pulling away, they met the same fate as the slacks. His eyes dilated when he started to see his prize, and instantly got more aggressive.
"Don't. Fight. Me," he barked at her, grabbing both her thighs and throwing them open wider so he could see her perfect little wet pussy on display for him. She still tried to fight against him, pulling away and shaking her head while she whimpered. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Finally, he pinned her down against the desk with his massive hands on her shoulders, papers flying everywhere. "Are you done?"
She stopped for a moment, looking up at him. Her hands had gripped onto his elbows, trying to hang on as he pinned her. She tapped her finger once against his elbow before saying, "Stop! This isn't what I meant at all!" She pleaded with him.
"Oh, but I think deep down it is what you wanted, pet. I think you were waiting for the perfect moment to use your little charms to win me over, but now you have cold feet. You know you want this. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he answered menacingly. "I'll make sure you enjoy it, at least a little."
She shook her head and sobbed. Seeing that she wouldn't stop making noises, and he found them to be rather adorable, he snapped his fingers to block sounds within the room from being heard outside.
"What a mess..." he mumbled with a sigh.
He began kissing her on her lips, hoping to shut her up just for a little bit. He ground himself against her body and let his hands wander her body. His fingers made short work of her uniform jacket and blouse, quickly loosening her tie and gaining access to what was beneath it all. He gave a purr of content as he got a glimpse of her. She laid there, still squirming and whimpering, trying to push him off, but that was like pushing on a brick wall when it came to the prince of hell.
"You are beautiful," he murmured in her ear before licking the shell of it a little obscenely. He ducked his head down and left hard kisses, little bites, and trails of his saliva on her chest.
"Stop," she whimpered, turning her head away from him, but he just chased her down with his lips hot on her exposed skin.
He chuckled darkly in her ear and groaned. "I'll even do you a little favor," he told her while he slipped a hand down her exposed form to her pussy. He danced his fingertips along the slit before sliding them past the crevices to reach her clit where he rubbed it generously.
"Noooo..." she groaned, finding it harder to fight against him. "Please don't do that."
"Ohhh, but you're so wet, pet," he murmured to her, and even she couldn't deny how much more slick she became down below. "You're loving this no matter how much you want to deny it."
He trailed his kissed lower and began feasting upon her breasts, sucking and laving his tongue over her perky nipples with elation.
"Finer than any forbidden fruit, sweeter than any sugar," he mumbled against her flesh. "I can't wait anymore."
Diavolo brought his head up to kiss her with his tongue bullying into her mouth. His hands began to unbuckle his belt and send his slacks to his knees. He quickly shed his uniform jacket and loosened his tie.
"You ready, dulcis? I need you," he said huskily in her ear.
Just after he spoke, she felt something warm and hard pressed against her thighs. Pre-cum started to coat her thigh as he rubbed it against her.
"Please don't, please," she pleaded with him, with a tear rolling down her temple.
"Shh, it'll feel good, just enjoy it," he whispered to her.
The demon pried her legs apart again and stood between them, leaning on one hand on the desk while the other grasped his cock to start rubbing the fat head against her little clit.
"Just a perfect little pussy, and all for me," he mused, feeling her slick coating his length. He bowed his head again to murmur in her ear. "Don't fight me. This will go a lot better if you just take it," he warned her before kissing her temple again. All she did was squirm again beneath him.
After pulling his hips back and angling himself, he slid his cock into her, groaning at the overwhelming tightness of her walls.
"Oh god," she whined, trying to worm away from what was bullying its way into her depths.
He chuckled and kept her in place with little effort on his part. "There's no god here to help you now. It's just you and the Demon Lord," he rumbled darkly in her ear.
It took a few more moments for his cock to be fully seated in her. He took the moments after to breathe in her scent, the glistening light sweat on the sides of her neck, and her sweet, sweet arousal. It was fuel for his fire to keep going.
"You're mine. You're all mine, and I'm not letting go," he stated with a malicious chuckle.
The first thrust was rough, and she cried out at how harsh it was. She couldn't help but cling onto him, her little hands gripping the fabric of his shirt along his elbows. He went back to planting a field of dark blooms, hickies and bites galore. With every thrust, he grunted, fighting the urge to completely lose it. Little squeaks and groans fell from her lips as well, signing conjuction with the rattles of the desk.
"Hells, darling, you're going to make me let go too early," he murmured against her neck. "You can't tell me anymore that you didn't want me to fuck you raw on this desk, not with you dripping down your ass and my thighs."
"I didn't," she insisted weakly, knowing she was losing the fight to stop him and now trying to win the fight to make it through to the end.
He grunted again as he made another hard thrust into her. His pre-cum and her wet walls made it such easy glides in and out, but there was something so cute to him about how she squeaked and whined with every pounding he gave her.
Diavolo chuckled again. "Right, and you don't want me to release inside you too, hmm? You don't want to feel me finally fill you up properly, to give you what you've wanted for so long? You wanted to be fucked, and now you're simply getting the best."
"Oh god," she whined again, clutching onto his shirt along his chest.
"God doesn't save whores like you who beg to be filled so deeply," he replied in her ear, his voice much more serene for someone who was doing this.
He kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her body, trapping her entirely as he made the last few thrusts count. Using the desk as leverage, he leaned forward more to bring her hips up so he could penetrate her deeper. It took all of just mere moments to start moaning and crying with relief as he hit that sweet spot deep inside, and only that many more moments to make her body lock up as the most intense orgasm of her life befell her. The hot sparks of pleasure bloomed from her abdomen and spiraled out to her limbs. The chasm of pleasure was a deep one, and when the Demon Lord felt her walls contract around his cock and pulse, he was pulled down with her into the abyss of carnal bliss. Hot jets of his cum filled her in waves as his hips rocked forward with each one.
When it was over, the pair lay there, heaving and trying to catch their breath. Diavolo was the first to relax and gain his bearings again. He looked down at his human lover, feeling a wave of passion and simultaneous anxiety.
"My love... My love, look at me, please, baby," he cooed to her, stroking her cheeks with his hand.
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked relaxed at peace.
"We're done... Finis," he softly whispered to her, his hand rising up to pet her hair back. She nodded in understanding and let go of her iron grip on his shirt. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"
She shook her head and reached up with a trembling hand to touch his cheek next. He smiled and kissed her palm, reaching with his to grasp her hand gently. He bowed his head slightly to prompt her.
"I'm okay. No pain," she finally verbalized it for him.
"That's good. Shall I take you home so you can rest?" He asked her in a throaty murmur. She nodded. Standing upright, he reached for his red uniform coat and wrapped it around her as he pulled her up right. It was already long, and on her, the coat looked like a blanket and kept her decent. He then put himself back in order, slacks up and buckled, and shirt back in place.
He slid his arms beneath her and picked her up effortlessly in a princess carry.
She laid her head against his shoulder and asked him softly, "What about the rest of the day? My classes?"
Diavolo chuckled and shook his head, carrying her out of the door, snapping his fingers to use magic to reorganize the desk they just laid waste to with their fornication. "After that, you deserve some pampering and all the care I can give you." He then bent his head down to whisper to her, "Besides, those are the perks of being the lover of your headmaster, no? I make the rules, I say what goes."
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.
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Listen, I don't normally make request or ask stuff; I usually just somehow find it but this is something I haven't found nor have the skill to write soo....
I see you have nothing on Diavolo and will do monsterfucking..... How would you feel if I suggested, monsterfucking & Diavolo?
You don't have to if you don't want, tbh. I just like your writing style; so I wanted to ask you.
~🥑
Kink prompt ask game!
Aw thank you! <33 I’m still fairly new to writing NSFW so I appreciate it 🥹 and YES YOU READ MY MIND WITH THIS SCENARIO‼️‼️
CW: NSFW (minors dni), AFAB reader, (mentions of pussy and clit- but no pronouns mentioned), language, monsterfucking, slight size kink if you squint
You should have been intimidated at his size, but Diavolo has always a gentle lover, and you never felt that he would hurt you. Even at all of the times you two would have sex, he always made sure to be careful, asking if you were okay and making sure you were never uncomfortable.
But it was just something so different whenever he’s in his demon form.
Maybe it’s because you’ve only seen it a handful of times- but each time you did, you felt yourself growing hot and your pussy throbbing. He just oozed so much power in that form, so much dominance, that it had you rubbing your thighs together.
So when you asked him to have sex in his demon form, he was a little hesitant to go through with it- he already towers over you now and has to restrain himself from using all of his strength, what if he accidentally hurts you?
But you reassure your trust in him, telling him that you know he would never hurt you.
Maybe that was the little push he needed.
Because you soon found yourself moaning as Diavolo thrusted his thick cock inside you.
Your mind was hazy as he folded you in half, going even deeper as you continued to cry out. You couldn’t even form a coherent thought when you felt his clawed fingers rub at your clit.
“P-please Di-ah! Please-“ you babbled on, mind going blank as Diavolo bent down to kiss you, swallowing your moans. God, he felt so big inside you, your breath catching with every thrust. You wondered if his girth was thicker in this form. You were seeing stars especially if he kept hitting that one spot-
Diavolo broke apart from your lips, chuckling at your dazed expression. He’s seen your face twisted in pleasure many times before, but seeing you with drool trailing down your chin and your eyes clouded with pure bliss, it only made him want to take you more. To claim you, mark you as his, corrupt you-
“Look at how well you’re taking me.” He pressed his hand down on your stomach, and you practically sobbed when you saw the bulge. Diavolo hissed when he felt your warm walls clench around him, but it didn’t stop his hips from slamming into you. “You’re doing so well MC.” And with how tight you’re squeezing him, you must be getting close.
“Ple-please Diavolo!”
“Please what?” His hips snapped against yours, “Tell me what you want.” He started slowing down his movements, and you whined in protest, wiggling your hips.
“I wanna cum Dia! Please letmecum-“
You were gripping the bedsheets when your trembling hands grabbed at his curled horns to pull him closer- and he snarled, thrusting harder as his wings flared behind him.
It was as if a switch flipped inside him, because he lifted you up and you took his entire length in a single drop, a cry tearing from your throat as you finally came.
But even through your toe-curling orgasm, Diavolo didn’t stop thrusting, fucking you to chase his own pleasure. Your walls wouldn’t stop clenching around him, and he growled out curses as your eyes rolled up, body trembling from overstimulation. Your eyes teared up and you felt your mixed fluids coating your thighs- but there was no sign of him slowing down.
Then you felt him grow inside you- his girth becoming even thicker than before, and you found yourself face down on the bed as he never lost his momentum.
Your mind was completely broken, mouth open in a silent scream as you felt another orgasm approaching, the warm coil inside growing hotter and hotter, threatening to snap at any second. You felt all of him so clearly, the delicate ridges that decorated his cock giving you indescribable amounts of pleasure.
And he must have been close as well, because he went faster, leaving you breathless. Your words slurred together, but Diavolo didn’t miss a moment in torturing teasing you. “I can’t understand what you’re asking me MC- you need to ask me-“, another hard thrust shook you to your core. “-properly.”
“I-I want-“
“To what?” He practically snarled in your ear, hips snapping harder and cock reaching even deeper.
“I want to cum Diavolo!”
“Then cum with me MC.”
With his words, a wail escaped you as his hips finally stuttered and a growl left his lips. You felt something hot shoot inside you, his cum filling you quickly and to the brim. You body jolted with aftershocks as he slowly moved his hips with each spurt, biting down on your shoulder and softly kissing it afterwards.
When Diavolo did pull his cock out, the ridges had you shuddering against him, whining when you felt his cum spilling out all at once. It wouldn’t stop pouring out of you, and you hissed when you felt Diavolo push his thick fingers inside of your pussy.
“Ah, we can’t have you making a mess.” And you moaned when you started to gently finger you, taking them out and pushing them against your open lips. You licked them clean as you gazed into his narrowed, golden eyes. You felt yourself growing wet all over again, ready to take his thick cock inside of you once more.
“Apologies in advance, my love. I’m not able to control myself anymore.”
You definitely won’t be walk straight tomorrow- or the next few days from the way his curved cock twitched against his navel.
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Hmmmm I kinda wanna talk about the cunnilingus kings, Beel and Diavolo. Just some headcanons. I was possessed by the spirit of cunnilingus
[NSFW obviously, reader has clit and a vagina, minors/ageless blogs DNI]
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Diavolo is practiced and methodical in his eating out. He studies you like a book, keeping mental notes on what draws out the sweetest sounds from you, what makes your pussy gush the most and makes your eyes roll back from sheer pleasure. He determines what position is best, whether it's on your back with your legs tossed over his broad shoulders, sitting on his face as he locks your thighs in with his hands so you can't squirm away, or even bent over his desk as he pleasures you from behind.
He doesn't rush but instead takes his time in mapping out your most sensitive areas, what sensations and actions make you quiver beneath his tongue and lips. And once he's figured you out, he uses this knowledge to turn you into a mindless, drooling mess for him, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you beg for mercy or pass out from the pleasure. Using his fingers in a "V" to expose everything, he'll be circling his tongue around your clit, grazing his teeth along the inside of your thighs, lapping at your folds and your entrance in a slow, precise manner that's guaranteed to make you melt and sing for him.
He'll gift you as many orgasms as you can take, because he wants to give you the loving you deserve. Honestly, eating you out is just as pleasurable for him as it is for you, and if he had it his way, he'd eat you out night and day until you couldn't walk anymore, and then some.
♡♡♡
Meanwhile, Beel doesn't exactly go in with a strategy or a plan. He's messy and over-eager, sometimes a little rushed. But it's the authenticity of his desire that ties it all together and brings him out on top. The foremost thing on his mind is your taste; he will do whatever it takes to get your sweet cream on his tongue as often and as much as he can.
Tasting your essence brings out the true demon in him and really gives you the gluttony experience. The more he tastes you, the wilder he gets, increasing in intensity until he has your thighs locked around his head, leaving you unable to escape from his monster tongue, long and strong as it laps at your clit and delves deep into your soaked pussy. He's so eager for more of you that the air is filled with his grunts and whimpers, noises that quickly evolve into growls and moans as the night goes on. The vibrations from his groans just add to your pleasure until it's a never-ending loop.
As he eats you out, he gets so absorbed in what he's doing that he's quick to overstimulate you, too, but your pleading for mercy likely won't reach his ears for a while. Not until he's gotten every last drop of your essence. And after the first time he gets to taste you, be prepared for him to come back, practically begging to have you on his tongue again. After all, your taste is one he won't forget for the rest of his days. 💜
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Daddy's Kitten
Diavolo x afab!reader | 3.9k words
18+ only! Minors do NOT interact!
Written as part of @mikage-rehoe 's "Yes, Daddy" collab. Check out the other entries here!
Summary: Diavolo asks you to come to the castle to help him with something. What could it be, you wonder?
No gendered pronouns or terms are used for reader, and little to no descriptions of their body (beyond the genitals, lol). Also, Y/N is not used, Reader's name is indicated by ____. This is my first time writing smut, so please tell me what you think!
Tags/Warnings: Daddy kink, light pet play, established relationship, collaring, dom/sub dynamics, multiple rounds, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, reader gets called kitten/kitty, non-consensual voyeurism, color informed consent (Dia checks in on Reader a few times), hints of aftercare, jealous lucifer, lucifer gets no bitches, two people in love fucking sloppy-style
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I require your help, darling. Please come to the castle at your earliest convenience.
It was the weekend, so you were just lounging in your room as you scrolled on devilgram. Upon seeing your boyfriends’ text, you knew there were only a few occasions he’d require your help for-
1) He was overwhelmed with paperwork.
2) He was horny.
3) He missed you.
4) All the above
Replying that you’d be on your way soon, you roll out of bed and slip into some lacy lingerie that Diavolo had bought you recently. Overtop was a cute red dress that fell just above your knees, and a dab of perfume (both also bought courtesy of your lover). Deeming yourself ready, you grab your bag and head out the door.
“____?” Called a voice that made you grimace, not that he could see it. “You look… nice. Are you heading somewhere?”
Smoothing your expression before turning around, you reply neutrally. “Yes. Dia has invited me over.”
“I see.” Lucifer’s voice is a bit clipped at your response. The two of you had had a series of arguments over the last several weeks, ranging from ‘sub-par’ grades (you’d slipped from the number 6 spot in class to number 10 after the teachers decided to start grading you more harshly. Still, that was 10th place out of hundreds of students!) to how you referred to Diavolo ‘too informally’.
The same Diavolo who you were dating. What, you couldn’t give your own damn boyfriend pet names?
Lucifer had yet to apologize or explain what had crawled up his ass and died, and you were frankly tired of the shitty attitude he’d adopted after your relationship with the Prince became publicly official. (You and Diavolo had been seeing each other privately for a few months before being comfortable about being public with your relationship.)
As the silence between you and Lucifer stretched on, you sighed in frustration. “Did you need something, Lucifer, or can I go meet my boyfriend?”
The dark-haired demon furrowed his brows in annoyance, growling out “No.”
“Excellent. I will be home either tonight or tomorrow, I’ll text the group chat once I know for sure.” Just as you opened the door, Lucifer called to you again.
“Would you-“ there was something in ruby eyes that you didn’t want to give a name to. He coughs into a gloved fist. “I mean, may I escort you to the castle?”
An olive branch.
Again.
How many had Lucifer given out, only to nitpick and neg you later? The man was exhausting, and not in a fun way.
“No,” you snip coldly, unable to stop your glare. Without giving him the chance to respond, you slam the door shut.
In the empty entrance hall, the Avatar of Pride gave a gusty sigh as he dragged a hand down his face. What was he supposed to do?
X
“Hello, my dear,” Diavolo greets you once you enter his office, rising to give you a kiss and run his large hands down your torso. Barbatos quietly closed the door, promising to return with some tea and cookies. “You look lovely.”
You lean into his warm embrace, kissing him again. “Thank you, Dia. What do you need help with?”
Golden eyes get darker, a smirk playing about handsome features. “Now, now, kitten, that’s not my name.”
A spark of excitement bloomed in your core, lust beginning to course through you. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you purr, running a hand through his auburn locks. “What can I do for you?”
“Good pet,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss below your ear, causing you to shiver. Thick fingers fiddle with the hem of your dress. “For now, I just require your company while I finish up some paperwork.”
“Yes, daddy,” you press a kiss to his neck in return, delighting in the shiver it caused. Diavolo gives a playful swat to your ass, making you gasp, before he sits back down behind his desk. At his feet was a familiar plush red velvet pillow with gold tassels. Without hesitation, you slip off your shoes, place them neatly out of the way, and kneel beside him, knees cushioned by the undoubtedly expensive ‘cat bed’.
You send a quick message to the HoL group chat that you were with Diavolo and would see them tomorrow. Then you turn your DDD off and tuck it back into your bag, excited to spend the night with the prince, uninterrupted by the needy brothers.
A few quiet minutes pass by, with you resting your head on Diavolos’ knee and his hand petting your hair, the scratch of his pen filling the air. Barbatos comes and goes with a tea service, barely sparing your kneeling form a glance. After a moment, the prince speaks again. “I have a gift for you, pet.”
You look up at him with big eyes, head floaty- kneeling at your lovers feet so obediently always got you quickly into sub-space. “Thank you, daddy.” You murmur, rubbing your cheek on his knee in affection. “You’re always spoiling me.”
Diavolos answering chuckle is warm and husky, and you squirm a bit on your pillow as it sent heat to your core. You could feel slick seeping into your lace panties as you got more and more excited.
“You’re so easy to spoil, my love,” he coos, patting his lap and pulling out a box. Following his wordless command, you crawl into his lap, facing him. What’s revealed to be inside the box makes you gasp.
“Oh, my!” Inside was a fine red leather collar, the inside padded with plush black velvet. The leather was studded with rubies and diamonds, with gold hardware and a large golden bell. Attached was a metal nametag, one side engraved with Daddy’s Kitten, the other containing Diavolos’ contact information. You wiggled in excitement, lightly grinding against your lover. “It’s beautiful!”
Diavolo pulls you into another kiss, deeper than the previous ones. It was full of heat and hunger, one of his large, tan hands encasing the back of your head while the other guided your hips to grind against his bulge. You moan into his mouth, looping your arms around his thick neck. A whine escapes you, unbidden, when he pulls away.
Chuckling, he wiped a bit of spit off your lower lip. “My pretty kitty deserves a pretty collar, don’t they? Stand up and turn around for me, darling, let me see how it looks on you.”
“Yes, daddy,” you obey, slipping off his lap and turning, your skirt swishing teasingly about your thighs. Diavolos’ hands are careful as he slips the leather around your neck and secures it.
“How does it feel?” He murmurs in your ear, flicking the bell so it jingles merrily. “Too tight, too loose?”
“Don’t know,” you reply coyly, glancing seductively over your shoulder. “Could you give it a few tugs, please?”
A groan rumbles through the prince’s broad chest. “Always so polite for me, hmm?” One of his fingers slips through the metal loop, giving a few pulls of varying strength, making your knees weak. “So, darling, how is it?”
“It’s perfect.” Your voice is breathless, but you are unable to catch your breath as you are suddenly bent over his desk with your dress flipped up to show your ass.
Another appreciative groan leaves your lover as he takes in the red and gold lingerie he had bought you last week, smacking an ass cheek to watch the skin jiggle. He leans over your back, grinding his clothed erection against your soaked panties. “You’re perfect. Always so fucking pretty and perfect for daddy.”
You moan as he slaps your ass again, pushing your hips back against him. “Ngh, daddy, please!”
“Please what, kitten? What do you need?”
“Need you inside me, please daddy please-“
Diavolo tuts in faux disappointment. Your logical mind, which was quickly fleeing, knew he wasn’t being serious, but your sub-space addled brain hated disappointing your daddy. “But I still need to finish my work, can kitten be patient?” All the while, he still slowly ground against you.
“Yes, yes, I can wait,” you pant, still bouncing your ass back on his cock even as you promised patience. “Anything for daddy.”
“Such a good kitty,” Diavolo coos. “What’s your color?”
“Green.” You respond immediately.
Diavolo whispers you more praises as he settles you back on his lap. “Stay still, okay? Don’t distract daddy while he finishes up and he’ll get you a pretty new leash to match your collar.” Little did you know he already had the matching leash, stashed in the drawer of his bedside table. He was hoping to use it later tonight.
“Yes, daddy, thank you!” You exclaim happily, pressing close to his chest. A warm hand rubs up and down your back, your prince working to finish quickly so he could play with you all night- or as long as you could last.
Diavolo could feel your pussy lips throbbing on his dick through the fabric of his trousers, slowly driving him insane. That, accompanied by your sweet smell and how eagerly you wore the low-necked dress he got you, how sweetly you called his title, how easily you followed his commands- it was a miracle he managed to finish his work tonight. (Or ever, with you around.)
Thankfully, the prince possessed an iron will (that always turned into something softer with you).
He doesn’t bother filing away the completed papers, just pushing them to the side of his desk space to place you in the middle like a beloved prize. He looked at you then, with your cheeks flushed and eyes dark with want, hair mussed up and the low neckline of your dress giving a teasing glimpse of your chest.
You were regarding him much the same way, seeing his eyes shadowed with lust and cheeks tinted pink with excitement, broad chest heaving in his dress shirt as he looked at you. Your eyes travel down his body to the prominent bulge straining against his zipper. Looking back at his eyes, you open your mouth to start begging. You needed his touch on your skin, needed his lips on your mouth, needed his thick cock stuffed in your wet cunt and you needed him now. “Daddy, please- “
Diavolo surges forward, capturing you in a fierce kiss and making you moan. Your arms and legs are around him in an instant, pulling him impossibly closer. One of his hands slips into your panties, coating his fingers in your slick before inserting two into your entrance, immediately finding and rubbing your g-spot.
You pull from the kiss with a “Fuuuuuuck~”, exposing the column of your neck as you toss your head back, sending your collar jingling. The demon prince immediately begins sucking and biting his way down, hickeys blooming in his wake. Between each one, he moans praises and questions against your skin.
“Such a good kitten for me, always wearing what daddy buys. Do you like being pampered? Do you like everyone knowing who owns you?”
“Yes!” You squeal as he adds another finger to your pussy and thumbs at your clit in messy circles, bucking your hips into his hand. Wet squelching begins to fill the office as you drip onto the expensive desk. “Love when daddy buys me pretty clothes, love when others know they can never have daddy, love being owned by daddy, love being good for daddy-“
Your first orgasm crashes over you suddenly, pulsing through you in waves as you wail. The fingers inside you slow down, but don’t stop, making you squirm.
“So good, so pretty,” Diavolo pants, golden eyes flickering between the way your cunt sucked his fingers in and the blissed-out expression on your face. “Color, kitten? Want to keep going?”
“Greengreen green,” you chant desperately. “Daddy, please, ‘m so wet, need your cock, please gimme your cock, please-“
Tan lips on yours interrupt your begging as the fingers are pulled out of you and leave you feeling empty. You clutch Diavolos black shirt with shaking fingers, pulling at the fabric insistently. You wanted, needed more of him, as much of him as he could give.
“You sound so good begging daddy,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’d give you the three realms on a platter if it’d make you smile, my love. Now strip out of that dress, okay?”
You do so with haste, pulling it off and casting it aside. Your lover matches your speed in shucking off his own clothes, his impressive cock bobbing proudly between his legs as beads of precum dribble down the shaft.
Laying back on the desk, you bring your knees to your shoulders and spread your legs. The thin strap of lace that covered you was shiny with slick, the matching bralette doing little to hide your pebbled nipples. “How’s this, daddy?”
“Fuck,” Diavolo swears, wanting to capture this image and hang it in his throne room, if only to show others what they could never have. Large hands push your thighs further apart. His cock jumps in interest. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet cunt raw-“
“Please,” you whine, pouting up at him with kiss-swollen lips.
“For you, anything.” Your panties are slipped to the side as he rubs his member between your lower lips, collecting your juices before the fat head slipped into your entrance.
His moan rumbled through you as he slid all the way to the base in one go. It took you only seconds to adjust to the pleasurable stretch, which is fortunate as that’s all you were given. Diavolo fucked you as though it were both the first and last time he’d ever be able to, reaching deep inside you with every fast, rough thrust.
You loved it. You loved him.
“Love you, love you, love you,” you babble, drunk on his cock, fingers clawing at his shoulders in bliss.
“Yeah?” He placed your legs over his shoulders, reaching deeper into you. His voice was gravelly and deep as he praised how well you took his cock, how wet your pussy was, how much your scratches stung, how loud you moaned his title and your adoration. His fingers quickly find your clit again, rubbing it in tight circles. “Want me t’cum in your pussy? Want me t’cum nice and deep inside?”
“Yesyesyes,” you wail as the knot in your belly gets tighter and tighter. “Cum in me, cum with me-“
The knot snapped for you both, your heels beating pitifully against his muscles back as Diavolo spilled inside. You arch fruitlessly beneath him, moving your hips against his as much as you could to tide out your orgasm. He leans down to kiss your panting mouth, trailing kisses down your neck and allowing your legs to go relax down against the desk. For a few moments, the two of you lay there in the glory of sweaty bodies and euphoria, the air filled only with panting breaths and kisses and the faint jingling of your bell.
Diavolo waits patiently for you to either give the go ahead, or ask to stop- if you took too long, he’d ask your color again. In the meanwhile, he was content to nip at your skin and trace his hands over your chest.
You break the silence after you’ve caught your breath.
“… Again.” You look at your lover, your prince, your Diavolo with bright eyes and a flushed complexion. Sitting up, you caress his sharp jaw and trail kisses up it, before biting just below his ear. “Please, daddy.” You whisper as he shudders and groans above you, cock perking up inside you with interest. “Please daddy, I can’t get enough of you.”
“You’re perfect,” he repeats against your neck, breathless. Slowly drawing back from you, he pulls out and watches with lust-blown pupils as his seed dropped out of your cunt, making you whine at the loss. “None of that now, kitten. Bend over for me.”
The look on your face could only be described as lovesick, body moving on its own to obey. “Yes, daddy.”
X
Lucifer looked again through his files for the data sheet showing the current budget, needing it to approve or reject various club proposals for equipment or field trips. Unfortunately, all his rifling and ruffling was for naught, and the paper remained unfound. Sighing, he leans back in his leather chair and contemplated whether or not he should go to the castle tonight to retrieve the paper that was undoubtedly hidden somewhere in Diavolo’s office.
On one hand, these proposals were the last thing he needed to get done, then he could spend tomorrow listening to his records, or playing piano, or perhaps catching up on some sleep. On the other hand, he had no desire to see you and the prince… canoodling.
Neither you nor Diavolo were shy about public affection, with you unbearably happy to cling to Diavolo’s arm or hand or press a kiss or two to each other’s skin, laughing together about in-jokes. Lucifer hated it, hated that he waited too long in-
Never mind.
He deserved a day off tomorrow. He was getting that data sheet.
X
You were absolutely dizzy with pleasure, face pressed against lacquered mahogany as Diavolo pounded into you. A myriad of moans and whines left your mouth, accompanied by the squelching of his cock in your fucked-out pussy. Your nth orgasm ripped through you, strangled moan muffled by the wood. Diavolo groaned behind you, eyes focused on how your little hole kept swallowing him, how your ass jiggled with each thrust.
“Fuckin’ love this ass,” he growls, punctuating his words with a slap to your rear. “Fuckin’ love this pussy, always takin’ me so-“ SLAP “-fuckin’-“ SLAP “-well. Can you cum for me one more time? What’s-“
“Green!” you manage to gasp out, answering his next question before he could fully voice it. Pleasured tears dripped from your eyes, pooling and mixing with the sweat and drool beneath your face. You jolt when another smack lands on your ass again, Diavolo slowly grinding his hard dick against your warm, wet walls. “Wanna be good for daddy, want him to fill me up! ~”
The world spins as you’re man-handled into a new position. Spread wide open on his lap as he sat back in his chair, back to his chest with his hands leaving bruises on your hips. “You’re so good for me,” Diavolo rumbles in your ear, forcing your hips to move in slow circles on his cock. “Are you ready, my love?”
You’re thankful for the small reprieve he gives you before you nod your head, whispering “please, please, please” as he hooks your knees over muscular forearms, wraps large hands around your waist, and bounces you.
“Fu-u-u-uck,” you moan in staccato, winding your arms around his neck and leaning further into him. The new position made Diavolo’s cock feel even bigger, and the way he had you spread out felt so lewd, as though he were showing you off to someone. The thought had you gushing around him. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please-“
Your babbling was music to Diavolo’s ears as he fucked up into you each time he brought you down. One hand finds your clit yet again, rubbing tight circles on the aching bud. “Who owns this fucking pussy?” He growls, the vibrations from his chest felt throughout your smaller frame. “Who owns you?”
“You do!” you cry, knot again forming quickly in your stomach. Something felt different than the previous ones, though you couldn’t quite get your fucked-out mind to figure out why.
“And who am I, kitten?” he asks, thrusts getting sloppy as he too got close to release, eyes sparing a glance at the cracked door.
“Daddy! My daddy!” your voice cracks and warps around the pleasure, your hips doing their best to fuck down onto the sinful cock inside you. “I’m yours, I’m yours-!”
“Good kitten, good fucking kitten,” he circles his digits faster over your clit. The prince loved the way your eyes crosses, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your body holding onto him like a vice, how your nails bit into the skin at the nape of his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” you breath hotly into his ear, looking up at him in hazy adoration. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna-“
“Cum for me,” Diavolo commands lowly, briefly nipping at your neck. With just a few more circles of his fingers, you climax with a wail of his title. Your cum sprays out of you, covering his desk and going everywhere as the prince chases his own release. With a low bellow, he slams you down on his cock as it throbs and releases his thick cum inside it.
The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, both of you catching your breath. Diavolo murmured praises in your ear, massaging your sides and waiting for you to come back to the world. “How do you feel, darling?” He whispers. “Do you need a break?”
You nod wordlessly, taking a moment to find your words. “I’d like something to eat, please,” you say quietly, nosing at the junction between his jaw and neck. “And a massage?”
“Anything for you,” he responds, pressing a (hilariously) chaste kiss to your forehead. He stands, holding you bridal style, and walks over to the door adjoining his office to his personal chambers. “Let me lie you down and have Barbatos drop off dinner, okay?”
“Mmhmm,” you hum, pressing a less-than-chaste kiss to his shoulder. “We should watch a movie, too.”
“Of course,” Diavolo grins down at you, placing you on cool silk sheets. “Just a moment, alright, my love?” After another agreeing hum from you, he walks back into his office, closes the doors, and sits back at his desk.
“You needed something, Lucifer?”
X
Lucifer felt humiliated at having been discovered peeping, but it wasn’t his fault he caught you and Diavolo having sex! (Even though the dark-haired demon is the one who decided it would be a good idea to crash your date, and even though he decided to stand and watch like a filthy pervert instead of leave.) Still, he walked into the office with his head held high and resolutely ignored the erection straining at his zipper, as well as the fact the prince was naked without a care in the world. “I require the budget data sheet.”
Diavolo laughs jovially, searching through the splattered papers that remained on his desk. “Of course, of course. Sorry about that, old friend,” he smiles, but there was something unpleasant about the expression. The auburn-haired demon holds out the sheet in question and narrows his eyes. “Did you see anything you liked?”
Lucifer took the sheet with stiff fingers, ignoring the clear liquid that spotted it. “No.” he lies, even though he knows its useless- Diavolo always knew when someone was lying.
The edge in the prince’s gaze sharpened, contrasting the companionable slap he gives to the Avatar of Pride. “Good. And remember,” Diavolo guided his friend out of the room. “____ belongs to me.”
The other demon nods, walking away, intent on returning to the HoL as soon as possible. After all, he had a very busy night ahead of him, filled with fucking his fist to the memory of your voice.
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Take Flight, Part?: Stood Up
Content Warning: General spoilers for the main story. Minors and ageless accounts do not interact! First person writing, named character, and slight mentions of character’s past and history which are not expanded upon as they are not important to this chapter. Weirdly, I switch between past and present tense. Sorry, not sorry. Unbeta read.
SMUT: LucixMCxDia
Word count is around 6k and was supposed to be PwoP but developed plot as I went, lol.
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Staring at the empty chair in Ristorante Six where Lucifer was supposed to be sitting made me angry and sad at the same time, and also made my gut twist in ways I hadn’t felt since before he and Dia had accidentally kidnapped me to the Devildom in the first place. Swirling the Demonus in my glass and sipping at it while the staff glanced quickly to me and then away as they took other customer orders was very humiliating. The reservation had been made by him under his name for the two of us where we were to meet up after we had each finished our work or school for the week and spend a few hours together outside HoL and away from his brothers.
How many times had I texted Lucifer now?
My thoughts had gone a little wild over the last hour since he had failed to arrive at his self-appointed time to start our date. Had something happened? Was HoL on fire? What if Mammon or them had done something to distract him? Maybe there had been a prank gone wrong or Diavolo had kept him over for a meeting they were having?
But my D.D.D has been silent for most of the day. Asmo has found out about our date and insisted on getting together my outfit for the evening (a somewhat racy little black number with red and black lingerie) and had even promised to keep his oher five brothers distracted for a few hours tonight. And Asmo usually pestered me about my nights with Luci when he could feel when I was horny and knew when I’d spent a satisfying evening with one of my two lovers. So…that was probably what was going on with Luci’s brothers and he or Diavolo usually text if a meeting is going to interfere with plans we had set before the plans take place. So…
Was this a subtle way of punishing me or telling me that he was unhappy with something I had done? But Luci was usually fairly direct in when he was unhappy with something. Flirting was a subtle thing with him in public. Our disagreements had been…heated…but also resolved in private and…sometimes…with sex. We had never had a public disagreement…
Or, and this was what was making my gut twist, was he breaking up with me? And had just lost his nerve or something?
I’d done that before with others back home. I know the reasons I am unattractive as a mate to those individuals, but…since arriving at the Devildom…Diavolo and the seven Avatars had all been courting or showing possessive, familial behavior.
This wasn’t normal with them.
Lucifer was fucking prideful. If he had lost interest in the relationship, he would have said so. So…
That’s why I had stayed for an hour and tried multiple times to call and text him, to which there had been no reply and there had been just the gut-churning anxiety. So…so, I met the eyes of one of the waiters and waved them down after setting aside the glass of Demonus and gave them my best smile with my hands folded under my chin.
“What was the charge the last time Beel was here?”
“Si-six-m-m-m-m-m-million grimm,” the waitress stutters nervously and I instantly feel bad.
The Avatars are some of their rulers and I live with them.
“Has the bill been satisfied?” I ask kindly.
“N-not…exactly,” the demoness tells me and casts her eyes down and away further.
I want to scream in frustration over the negligence that they get into…instead, I simply smile and pull out the cards that Diavolo and Lucifer both gave me and hand them over. “Bill six times the leftovers of that bill to both cards and then half that for a tip for all the server staff that deal with Beel on a regular basis, but make sure to take what you need from the cards for your month, too,” I tell her and she looks like she is about to burst into tears. “What is your name?”
“R-r-r-r-Raya.” She is sobbing now and everyone is looking on, but I give zero fucks.
I reach towards her and she gives me her hand automatically and then I tumble up and into her, giggling. If Luci wants to make a scene or forget me, I will make this demon’s month. Especially since she seems to be having a bad day or week…or year.
“The kitchens, please,” I whisper to her amidst my sudden giggling. I stumble and giggle as she leads me towards the kitchens. As soon as we are out of view of the public eye, I smile and thank her and then wait for her to charge the two cards to be returned. It takes a few minutes, but the looks the staff are giving me shift from pitying to straight up adoration and I have to wonder when the last time they were tipped generously. It’s something I’ll have to shake into the Avatars, apparently. The manager straight up cries when I leave both cards on file for the next time that Beel visits them and I leave them instructions on how to reach me if any of the Avatars get rowdy or leave an open bill.
Their gratuity and the way that I was stood up makes me pissed. Shoving my hands in my pockets and embracing the dark mood without reservation makes the usual demons who would harass me flare off and hide in the darker corners of the market.
My D.D.D has been silent this whole time despite close to a dozen calls and texts that I had sent to Lucifer. Either he’s ignoring his phone or he is dead and both options have their appeal right now.
The one night I feel like getting into a fight and no one tries to pull something. Some of the local children who recognize my more human form run to greet me and “steal” the leftovers that I took from the Ristorante Six employees for them. I can’t help the smile I give the “blob” child that was the distraction and slip them an extra treat for letting their friends practice on me. Once they are gone, tho, it’s hard to maintain the smile as this is just another reminder of how broken systems can be.
It's an odd reflection to see how children are forgotten amongst different cultures. For my dame’s, they are always hyper aware of how precious children could be, but as soon as we hit maturity that’s another story and leaves us open to all the blood prejudice that the species can harbor. Here? I am standing in front of the burnt out building that harbors the refuge for the children of the Devildom’s capital. Dia is a special kind of ruler, but even he can’t do everything.
A frustrated hiss leaves me and I feel the eyes of the children on me before I drop the rest of the food off for them and then turn away to allow the privacy they want for the scavenging they will do from the offering. I pretend not to hear the light, hurried footsteps or delighted exclamations of joy over such a little thing. It makes me want to shake Dia or break out of the Devildom early so I can bring these kids to my mother to be adopted amongst the clans, but I still don't know enough about their developmental lifespan.
For now, this has to be enough.
With Luci…
I have to pause and scowl at the dirt under my feet for a hot second as I contemplate what I want to do. My D.D.D. goes off in my pocket and I pull it out, smiling instantly at the notice. Dia. Our other lover, the one that hadn’t forgotten me once since coming here.
Dia: Barbatos informs me that you just spent a large sum of money at Ristorante Six. Did you two have fun?
Me: Nope. You free?
Dia: I have several stacks of paperwork, but I would love to see you later. Perhaps that will serve as motivation to finish everything tonight. Should I be worried?
Frowning at the screen, I leave him on read for a moment as I collect my thoughts. My relationship with Luci is a little more intense because he is a sadist and likes to try to dominate the relationship where I feel it is unnecessary. Him standing me up tonight is just a new tactic that he hasn’t used before and it hurts, because I’ve been forgotten by others but never someone this important to me.
Dia and I have a little more...complex...of a relationship. It made our start a little rough because he had technically kidnapped the daughter of a dragon royal and he himself being a prince had set us on the entirely wrong foot. It was his persistence and warmth that had drawn me in where others had hurt me before.
So...
My heart was aching and Dia had never stood me up before. In fact, he was consistently trying to find ways to keep me and Lucifer with him for an extra couple of hours, however childish and inane those were sometimes were.
So...
Dia: Should I be worried?
His repeat in his text makes me smile and seals my decision. It's an easy one to make now that I reflect on things again.
Me: No. Lucifer stood me up and has ignored my calls. So, it wasn't very fun and I am coming over for a few days if that's ok?
The anxiety in my stomach is a knot as I hit send and watch the little dots that indicate he is typing something. Maybe I shouldn't have assumed...
Dia: I would love to have you over for a few days! Is everything else alright? Do you want me to do anything?
The little flutters in my stomach with his easy acceptance and offer of help leave me blushing a little. My bad mood evaporates a little more, but I retain a little niggling doubt because demons are so much like dragons.
Me: Did you do anything directly or indirectly that would have kept Luci from our date tonight?
Dia: Never. He's been working so hard recently, I thought it was a great idea for you two to have this date tonight. I'm shocked and very disappointed that he missed it.
Dia: But I am quite happy at the chance to have you to myself for a few days.
He's already planning how he can keep me in the palace all for himself for the next few days. After everything, all the heartbreak and the doubts and the second guessing, it's a hot feeling in my stomach to know that I am wanted. But...I know the boundaries I have to set. Lest things get out of hand.
Me: 48 hours, at a max, of making them hunt for me. We can arrange something else later down the line.
Dia: Deal. Now come over before I hunt you down.
Perhaps a thrilling thought for a different day...
It's exactly 48 hours later that Diavolo allows Lucifer to find us in his office. Lucifer is hovering on the threshold, his crimson eyes tracking the way that one of Dia's undershirts hangs off a shoulder and how I sit away from him on Dia's lap. He can clearly see the new and fading hickeys on my skin that Dia left there and knows for a fact that I don't keep clothes at the castle, so he also knows I am sitting in Dia's lap in nothing more than this shirt.
But I ignore him for now.
Diavolo bites the strawberry out of my fingers and glares over my shoulder as the study door clicks shut behind us. He takes my wrist and begins to delicately suck the juice from each finger. His golden eyes flash to mine and I just return his amusement with one of chagrin.
"Dia," I breathe at him and his gaze darkens.
"You've been hiding her," Lucifer observes. "For two days. My brothers have been mounting a very large search effort." It's a subtle dig at my feelings for his brothers and it turns my hard gaze to the scarlet, slitted gaze.
"Good for you," I say mildly, tuning back to Dia to sink my teeth into his neck, surprising a moan out of our lover.
"Lyssa, I do not believe this is the-" Lucifer begins.
"Fuck off and shut up or leave," I cut in, tugging at Dia's buttons. A glance up at his face confirms that he is totally invested in this, not that I had doubted his erection or the gentle hands on my hips.
"Lord Diavolo, this is hardly the time to-" Lucifer began again.
It was remarkably easy to launch myself off Diavolo's lap, plant a foot on his desk and leap at Lucifer, wings flaring in aggression. He caught me with his arms around my waist as we toppled over with my momentum. Lucifer landed on his back with a soft grunt and me straddling his hips with my hands on his shoulders, wings still flared as I stared down at his slightly parted lips.
"Two days and this is what you have to say for yourself?" I ask him, struggling to maintain the mildness of before. "Was this your way of saying it's over? Or are you just tired of spending time with me? What was more important two nights ago that kept you from even calling?" The tears are hard to choke back once my fears are voiced and his stare only remains blank and shocked. "Fine, I get it," I mutter and lean away from him, allowing my wings to Veil.
I attempt to push to my feet, but his hands tighten on my his as he purses his lips and studies me. "Two nights ago, I was dealing with Mammon and Satan for having broken into my study and stolen-"
"Let go of me," I snarl at him, but he doesn't budge.
"Allow me to explain," he says with infuriating patience.
"No." The word is a shriek of pain that has Diavolo wrenching me into his chest and knocking Lucifer's hands away from me.
"That's enough, Lucifer," Diavolo says with cutting gentleness as he strides towards the couch where he settles me in his lap. My arms wrap around his neck and I am sobbing into his neck as two days of pent up fear explode out of me in silent, wrenching gasps and tears. "Lyssa has been hiding with me since you stood her up two nights ago."
There is a slight scuff of shoes on the floor and the rustle of clothes as Lucifer tries to approach us, but Dia removes his hand from my waist and must hold him at arms length. His thigh muscles tighten and ripple beneath mine as he fights with himself, but I keep my head buried in his shoulder until the tears have eased and the shaking has ceased.
Dia's gentle hand through my hair rouses me and I look up at his concerned gaze, noting somewhere in my head that his other arm is still raised. "D?" I ask muzzily.
His lips are gentle on mine, a comforting touch after so much fear and a reminder that I am wanted. It's when his tongue slides with mine and begins stoking the embers of the earlier arousal that he jerks his extended arm and there's a gasp and thud that startles me from the kiss.
Turning to look behind us, I find Lucifer surprisingly close to us. More surprising is that he's on his knees in front of us, his hands on Diavolo's knees, and Dia's hand fisting his collar. Lucifer's expression is so fractured that I almost reach out to him.
A glance at Diavolo finds a molten, golden gaze flickering between us. Placing a kiss on his jaw lands that gaze on me and it softens into something gentle. "Are you feeling better, Lys?" he asks.
It's hard not to blush under the realization that they had watched me ugly cry into Diavolo's uniform. "A little," I mutter.
"Do you want answers from him now?" he asks. "Or do I send him away?"
He's giving me the control so easily that I stare at him for a second, then glance at Lucifer's desperate gaze. They're normally the dominant ones, the ones calling the shots and making the decisions in our relationship. It's not that I'm a submissive for them, it's just easier to flow along with them and more fun most of the time, whether in bed or in public.
"Lys," Lucifer says quietly and then gasps when Diavolo fists a hand in his hair and yanks his head back.
"Or we can punish him and get answers later?" Diavolo suggests thoughtfully, snaking an arm around my waist to shift me to straddle his thighs and face Lucifer, who has dropped his hands from Dia's knees. The blush deepens as Diavolo's erect cock rubs at my ass through his slacks. "I have a few ideas," he breathes into my ear and ruts gently into my bare ass. "But it's up to you, sweetling. We can stop and cuddle for the rest of the night if that's what you want."
Arousal overwhelms the fear and last traces of sadness as I study our positions. Diavolo has left the decisions to me tonight even with how clearly obvious what he wants is. But...
"Ease up a little, Dia. He can hardly breathe let alone answer a question," I request and Diavolo instantly releases him to lean back and slide his hands along my bare thighs as he continued his gentle ruts into me. They feel good and I arrange myself so that he's rutting into my core and not my ass. I lean forward towards Luci, who is watching us with growing hunger, and place my hands on Dia's knees to support myself.
Lucifer leans eagerly towards me to accept my kiss, but I knock his hands away when he reaches for me. He settles for twisting his gloved fingers into Diavolo's pants by my hands where I place them again. For a long minute, it's a desperate flurry of movement as Lucifer yields to my tongue and Diavolo's ruts turn into not-so-gentle grinding with his hands hard on my hips. I have to yank myself back from the kiss to breath and Dia halts his movements, though he does so with a desperate groan.
"Are you done with the relationship between you and I, Lucifer? And I am not talking about the sex. I ask about the emotional commitment we made to each other independent of everything between the three of us," I tell him and he almost surged in to hug me but Dia stopped him with a hand to his throat.
"She hasn't given permission for you to touch, Morningstar," Diavolo growled behind me.
Lucifer hits his knees again, his hands fisted in Dia's slacks close to where mine rest again. I lean back into Diavolo's broad chest and deny him even that closeness. His scarlet eyes flash with something like fear when he presses against Dia's hand.
"No, Lys, never," he answers and draws breath to say more but I press a finger to his lips and he stills.
"If I asked you to beg, would you?" I ask, feeling Diavolo widen our legs a little and groan softly.
Lucifer looked conflicted for a second but then nodded and felt heat rushed through me. Pride's embodiment had stood me up, but I had him on his knees now, willing to beg. I slipped a finger under his chin and rubbed his lips with my thumb. His tongue darted out to wet the digit and I slipped it into his mouth to let him suck on. I could feel Diavolo harden further beneath me.
"You're going to kill me, sweetling," Diavolo groaned with a sharp thrust that had me gasping.
"Then fuck me while I decide what we do with Luci," I ground out.
That was all the encouragement it took for Diavolo to lift me off his lap, unbuckle and free himself before he slammed my hips down to his in one sharp thrust. Stars burst behind my eyes at the slight burn of his girth stretching my cunt. Then his hands tightened on me so my hips wouldn't move and his thrusts were so long and deep that he fucked the strength out of my arms. I could only fall towards Lucifer and cling to his shoulders while I whimpered and gasped into his neck.
Diavolo didn't pause in his thrusts when I felt Lucifer move. He slapped the fallen angles hand down and growled. Then he leaned over my back and spread my legs to change the angle and was suddenly hitting that spot that had me almost screaming and then biting sharply into Luci's neck to muffle myself as I clenched down on Diavolo's cock with the force of my orgasm.
"Mine," he growled at our lover. "You left her alone, so mine until she allows your claim again."
The tears that slid down my face as he leaned back and continued to fuck me through my orgasm weren't entirely from oversensitivity. Wanted wasn't something I had felt a lot of throughout my life and this man, this demon prince, was claiming me. I could only curl my toes around his ankles and attempt to rock back into his body to be closer to him.
The taste of copper on my tongue had me squeezing and clenching on Dia's cock again and whimpering through another orgasm. Blood. Life blood, at that. I relaxed my jaw and just let myself float while he continued to use me as a fleshlight to chase his own orgasm and exhaust his stamina a little.
Heat filled my cunt as he thrust one last time and shot his seed into me. I was a whimpering mess and Luci's gasping breaths in my ear was the only grounding thing that kept me awake.
"Please," Luci breathed into my ear.
"Mmm," I hummed at him as I continued to lap at his blood, still oozing a little from the wound left by my fangs.
He shifted forward so that more of my weight rested on his chest. "Please, Lys," he continued. "I'll beg, but please let me touch you. I'm sorry. Please."
The memory of humiliation and fear rose in my chest and I growled at his words. He'd left me there with all those eyes on me in a public venue. Lucifer had forgotten me. Begging wouldn't reverse that humiliation or fear or the tears or the doubt it had caused.
"No," I told him, tears gathering.
Diavolo's warm hands slid up my stomach and gently cupped my breasts as he carefully shifted me back to lean into him. I groaned in protest of the heat but he slipped the shirt gently off me and it was a relief I hadn't realized I needed until I was gently kissing his neck. All while Dia was still rock hard in me.
Sated once for a demon wasn't the same kind of round as compared to a human, but he was kind enough to care for me and wait if I needed it. I groaned at Dia's tweaking of my nipples and sucking more bruises into my skin.
"Dia, please," I whimpered and his attentions eased except to wrap his arms around my cold breasts and continue to suck different hickeys into my neck. When he rocked into me again, his pace was gentle and slow and had me squirming in his arms as heat gently pooled in my stomach and spread until I was boneless on him.
"I love you, sweetling," he whispered into my ear as I came around his cock, squeezing and milking him through his own orgasm. His fingers were gentle as he wiped my tears away and continued to kiss me. "What do you want to do?"
Gold and scarlet gazes met and held before Luci dropped his from Diavolo's. "I'll leave if you want me to, Lys," he said quietly, moving to push himself to his feet.
My hand darted out and snatched his tie, pulling him in close for a kiss. Diavolo assisted in dragging him closer to us by grabbing a handful of his vest and pulling him flush. For a moment, Lucifer's hands fluttered at my sides before settling in Dia's hips and pressing as close as possible to us. For once, he didn't try and control the kiss as our tongues slid together with easy languidness.
I don't know how long the kiss lasted but a soft knock and a click had us pulling apart and looking over at Barbatos. "The other six avatars have arrived and are demanding to see Lyssa and Lucifer." He looked as unruffled as ever even as a blush dusted my cheeks and I was basically speared on Diavolo's cock in front of him. All three of them looked at me. Barbatos gaze held just a hint of amusement, Lucifer looked conflicted, and Diavolo just grinned at me. "Shall I pass along a message to them that you three are, shall we say, indisposed?" The amusement in his voice left me further blushing and hiding my face in Luci's neck.
"Yes, thank you, Barbatos," Diavolo said merrily. "If there is nothing more?"
"Just a reminder that you have several important meetings with outlying principalities tomorrow and paperwork that you have fallen behind on these last few days,"Barbatos said crisply and we both winced at that one. It hadn't been my intention, but I had distracted us from his work as the Devildom's prince.
My fingers slipped through Luci's hair as I considered him and frowned. I still wasn't anywhere close to being ready to forgive him but I also didn't want to go home just yet. His brothers would be barking up all sorts of trees, especially Asmo and Mammon.
There must have been something in my expression because Barbatos' next words were softened and aimed directly at me. "There is nothing today that cannot be pushed back until tomorrow, Lyssa. I will see to Lucifer's brothers and ensure that they are taken care of tonight. Reconciliation is more important to you and the Young Master at present and so should be prioritized," he said and I glanced up at him and wince back from the sympathetic gaze.
"So how far has the story traveled?" I ask, setting my chin on Lucifer's head.
"Not far at all. The employees who were present as well as some of the chattier guests have either been dealt with or bribed to keep quiet on the matter," Barbatos replied and Lucifer winced at that one. "Although, as it turns out, none of the staff would say one word of the incident until I myself spoke to them." There was a hint of amusement and pride in his voice that made me further blush. "That being said, I do believe I shall take my leave to ensure that Beel has not devoured the contents of the kitchen." The door clicked quietly shut behind him and left the three of us in silence.
"So," I said into that silence. "Barbatos and your brothers have now all seen me naked." It was difficult to keep a relationship like ours private in a house of seven rowdy brothers who all liked to burst randomly into Lucifer's room and study over little things. Diavolo's unhappy growl startled me into looking back at him. His lips were furrowed in a deep frown. "I am not moving to the palace just because my roommates lack personal space boundaries. You know they would just all follow me here. And no, that's not a good idea either. They need space to be themselves and you need to keep up some appearances."
He was actually pouting at that and I could only chuckle at his expression before laying a kiss on his jaw. Then, my gaze flickered to Lucifer again, who was watching me with an expression of mixed longing and frustration. It twinged a little at my conscience that he was still on his knees waiting for something that would set things right with us. I pushed at his shoulders and he sat back on his heels.
To Diavolo, I said, "I need to get cleaned up and Lucifer and I need to talk." I saw the excuses to accompany us brewing and added, "Alone. And you need to catch up on some of your work." The pout intensified and I laughed. "Just because Barbs gave you blanket approval for today doesn't mean you should abuse it. Just give us some space and we'll have dinner in your rooms tonight."
It wasn't so easy to extract myself from Dia's grip but I managed it and snagged the shirt he had tossed aside while he made himself presentable again. The kiss he dropped on me when I turned around was both sweet and gentle, making me lean into it until I realized what he was trying to do. I broke away with a laugh and smacked his shoulder. "I will see you in a bit, love," I told him and he smiled.
Lucifer was still kneeling where we had left him and his expression brought me up short. He was staring at Dia with unbridled jealousy? Dia must have seen the look but had chosen to ignore it.
"Luci?" I asked, holding out a hand to him.
The expression melted away as he took my fingers in his and shifted to his feet. We stared at each other for a moment before I pulled him along behind me. The walk to a guest room was quiet with nothing more than the tap of my bare feet on the marble. The servants that we passed gave us a sidelong glance but didn't even blink at the sight of Luci and I. It was an open secret among them that Diavolo and Lucifer had become involved with the "human." They also knew better than to gossip about us, lest Barbatos overhear something.
We took the first guest room we came across and Lucifer opened the door for me to enter before him. By the time he had closed it, I had bounced down onto the bed to watch his approach. What surprised me was that he knelt in front of me and settled between my legs, draping his arms over my thighs so as to touch me without actually touching me. Draping my own arms over his shoulders, I leaned into him and pressed our foreheads together.
"So, you're not done with this relationship but you still stood me up at the restaurant," I summarized for him and then kissed him into silence when he would have spoken. "Let me guess, Mammon broke into your study and Satan used that as a chance to steal your phone. Your entire calendar was deleted somehow and you spent the evening distracted by punishing your brothers."
"Levi-Levi erased the phone's contents," Lucifer said thickly. "Without knowing it was mine. Asmo was the one to remind me. He was...livid." His lips on mine were tentative and a question and he drew back when I didn't reciprocate. "I missed you by ten minutes." It wasn't an apology, but I had denied him of that earlier. "By then your phone was off and it took me too long to get anything out of the staff."
"Hours, Luci," I said mildly and the regret in his expression almost broke my anger, but not quite. "You made me feel unwanted and left me humiliated in public. If we didn't have Diavolo in this with us, I probably would have gone home, sparked a giant fight, and dumped you." I rubbed a hand across his throat, enjoying the little hitch in his breathing. "Instead, I made you and your brothers run around the Devildom for two days while I was here with Dia."
"They were all worried sick," he said distractedly.
"And I'll have a chat with them tomorrow. For now, let's focus on us, yes," I tell him.
"What...can I do to make it up to you?" he asked, pushing a little more into my space. It was like he could sense the cooling of my ire. "Let me make it up to you." His tone had dropped to sultry and he was starting to push me back into the bed, leveraging his knees under mine to usher me back. I didn't resist, but I gave him absolutely no help.
"If I say no?"
He froze, halfway to getting me to his intended destination. "Then I would ask for a chance to court you again, to show that this is not something that will happen again. To show that you can still trust me."
"And if I asked for something else to give you that chance?"
"Anything," he promised, stretching his body out along mine on the bed.
My hands on his face bring him down to kiss me and I let him get away with that...for now. "What have I said about that word?" I chide him.
He actually smiles at that, relief beginning to ease in. "To be careful of it unless we could give you the whole of the realm," he answered, the old disagreement coming easier with time. "Because one day you might actually take up that offer and we look forward to it."
"Then it's a good thing I'm not Madrigora," I tease him right back.
"If you were Maddi the Great witch, we would not have fallen for you," he stated, running his fingers over my face. His kiss is easy, then. "What would you ask in return for the chance to court you again?"
"The usual. Just promise not to use and discard me if you ever get tired of me. Don't do it again," I say and if my voice is a little tight then he chooses to overlook it with another easy kiss.
"Of course, my heart," he whispers against my skin. "I will swear it in blood if you want me to. I will never tire of you and I will never stand you up again."
I let him have his way for a little while, just touching and cuddling with kisses to reacquaint ourselves with each other. It's as I can feel his desire is awakening that I pull back with the broadest smile I have ever given him. Slipping my arms around his neck, he returns my smile without a hint of a clue as to what I am going to do next.
"Luci?"
"Hmm..."
"I never gave you permission to touch." He freezes above me and seems to do a review of the last hour. "Me giving you my hand does not imply an invitation to touch."
His shrewd look makes me laugh and I can't resist the urge to run my hands through his dark locks. "Well, my heart, what shall we do about this infraction on my part?"
I give him an amused look. "Let's start with a bath and go from there." The bath itself is a fun way to reconnect with him and he takes exaggerated care to implore my permission with every touch. By the time we were done and dressed with clothes Barbatos had somehow laid out for us, the bathroom was sopping wet with water everywhere.
When we stepped out of the room, the servants waited for all of three seconds before rushing in. The way they still wouldn't look at me had bothered me before but it didn't any more after I found out what they had tried and Barbs fierce reeducation among their ranks.
One of the succubi directed us towards the gardens that Dia was fond of and it was an easy walk as we discussed his brothers and the roles they had played. Levi was ruled innocent because it seemed like Satan had tricked Levi into the prank, thinking it would lessen guilt by association. Belphie had slept through the entire thing. Beel hadn't had anything to do with it. Asmo had attempted to fix the issue when he had learned of it and we both agreed that Mammon had been uninvolved except to break in in the first place and steal something unrelated.
It was as we approached the gardens that we first heard the soft murmur of familiar voices and then Asmo's high laugh. Barbatos was whisking away a tray of empty dishes when he caught sight of us. He gave me a chagrined look and then carried on his way.
Everyone was present and chatting happily, except Mammon and Levi, over several trays of food. Two servants flitted about here and there refilling glasses and food. One seemed intent on keeping Beel's plate full and preventing him from consuming the table, untensils, plates, glassware, or anything else of a non-consumable variety. Mammon and Satan were sitting on complete opposite sides of the table, Satan involved in his own conversation with Levi over a book. Levi kept glancing around nervously and then froze when he saw me on Lucifer's arm. Asmo kept sliding up to the second servant and getting handsy, which he didn't seem to mind and even seemed to enjoy the attention. Belphie was snoring against his twin's shoulder. Mammon's face went white when he saw us, too.
"Lys!" Mammon yelled and sprang up to half sprint at me and engulf me in a hug. He completely missed the flash of jealousy on Diavolo's face at the action.
Asmo abandoned the servant to sweep in on the hug. Beel waved happily at us and carefully did not wake his youngest brother. Everyone else just stared at us in varying degrees of fear and-in Satan's case-seething rage.
I wrapped an arm around Mammon and Asmo's necks and let them lift me off the ground. It was when Asmo went for a butt grope that I shrieked with laughter and swatted him off. At least he knew he was safe.
"Where ya been, Lys? I been worried sick about ya," Mammon muttered into my hair before releasing me.
"I've been right here," I answered him, floating over to Diavolo and kissing his forehead. The crease in his lips eased a bit as he caught my hand and kissed my palm before letting me drift away. I didn't usually flaunt my romantic relationships openly in front of them, but
"I'm sure you had a grand old fucking time while we were looking for you," Satan sneered at me.
I smiled at him. "And whose fault is that, Tantan?" I shoot back sweetly and he flinches at that. He hasn't liked me using his nickname since I became involved with his brother and his lord.
I walk towards him, opening our pact just enough that his cold, twisted wrath can leak through and touch my even colder rage. There was so much pain laced through my rage that he flinched back from me and refused to meet my eye. Instead, I leaned down to his eye level and waited for him to look at me out from under his mop of blonde hair, his lips twisted in an unhappy frown.
"No one and, I mean no one, gets to make me feel unwanted and humiliated in any capacity," I tell him.
Satan knew what I was driving at, knew what I was saying, but he chose to ignore it anyway. His smile was so stiff and fake that it hurt just to look at it. "So I guess you and Lucifer are done, then," he shot back.
"Satan!" Asmo gasps in horror and even Mammon is staring at their brother, aghast.
In answer, I smile and turn away from him, stalking towards the frowning first-born. I don't give him time to react when I seize his golden belt and pull him in close for a passionate kiss that he returns. Asmo's gasp and the click of a camera are the only sounds as I wrap an arm around Luci's neck to prolong the sensation. I let myself enjoy the kiss for a good minute and then lean back. His eyes are half lidded and roving my body hungrily. Glancing over my shoulder, I grinned at the horribly blushing Satan.
"I guess not," I said.
"Do that again," Asmo says happily.
"No, Asmo," I return. "I think once made my point."
"Oh, yes, it made a point for me that I'll thoroughly enjoy later," he said with a wink. "And several other points, if you catch my drift." He subtly nodded at Diavolo who was studying us in a way that made me suddenly self-conscious.
"Yes, well. You'll be deleting that photo, Asmo," Lucifer cut in. "Hand your phone over so that I am sure it's gone."
Asmo clutched his phone protectively. "No! I never get any good photos of you and that was perfect!" Lucifer growled and stalked off after his brother when Asmo took off.
Satan was silent after that, his angry gaze tracking my every move. Diavolo let me float around between the other four brothers for a while, soothing and cajoling them in each their own way. I could see Mammon thinking he had gotten away with everything as he became more relaxed and animated through the meal. The demonus was eventually brought out and a disgruntled Asmo and Luci returned. Diavolo snagged my waist and pulled me into his lap and all chatter ceased for a moment, even the servants. Then Asmo started admonishing Lucifer for taking out a chunk of his photos instead of just the one.
The servants nervously glanced at each other and then returned to their respective tasks. Beel continued to shovel food into his mouth and Belphie was still asleep. Satan turned an interesting shade of magenta. Levi continued on pestering Mammon about Grimm he was owed.
"Feeling possessive?" I teased Dia quietly.
"Jealous," he admitted, pressing a kiss to my neck.
We didn't usually advertise the relationship even if it was an open secret among the brothers and palace servants. "Why?" I asked him, trailing a hand through auburn locks.
He looked conflicted for a second and then gave me his public smile and I almost smacked him. I hate that smile, the look of genial mirth in which no one could ever penetrate deep enough to find the demon below. It was his lonely smile.
"You came to me but you go home with them in the morning," he said lightly. "It's been nice having you here the last two days."
Ah.
And suddenly, reading his behavior is so much easier from today. He's struggling with the idea that I am abandoning him after getting a taste of something that he wanted. Luci comes when called for dinner and evening activities but I chose to run to him during a potential relationship ending screw up on Luci's part and now the problem has been more or less resolved. I chose and I stayed and now it's bringing up some of his issues with abandonment now that I leave in the morning again.
"Not yet, Diavolo," I murmured to him. "You can't just end thousands of years of society and not see bloodshed and war. You're doing this the right way if you want a demon male consort and female, non-demon consort and do what is right for your people." I placed a lingering kiss on his temple as he pressed an ear over my heart.
The servants were looking at us again and I frowned at them until they ducked their heads and went about their duties again. I made no mention of the odd behavior again as Diavolo continued to hold me close. It was Mammon's eye that I caught and nodded towards Asmo when he kept making passes at the receptive servant. There was simply something I hadn't liked about those interactions and it was better safe than sorry. Meanwhile the others continued to wind down and Luci had a few glasses of demonus to be completely relaxed and Dia did the same, becoming progressively more handsy with me under the table. It's when I intercepted Dia's hands again on my knee that Barbatos appeared with what looked like night caps for everyone.
Beel was watching me closely as he kept an eye on Belphie and Levi, keeping the latter from tipping over into his own food. Asmo had vanished a bit ago to find a different bed partner with Mammon hot on his tail and Satan...was still watching us from where he was slumped in his own little corner. Diavolo noticed the intent of Satan's gaze and set his chin in my shoulder. Satan turned a bright red under his lord's sudden regard but refused to drop his gaze.
Diavolo's smirk catches me off guard as does the sudden way that he grips the top of my thigh under my dress. His possessive kiss and the slide of his fingers into my core have me gasping against him when his thumb gently circles my clit. His other hand settles on my hip and keeps me from bucking into the feeling and all I can do is grip his dress shirt as he fucks me hard on those fingers. The sudden stop has me clenching on him and whining.
"Mine," he rasps at me and I try for a kiss that he denies me. "Say it and I'll make you cum."
"Yours," I snarl and then scream as he plunges his fingers in again and grinds down on my clit. The smirk he directs over my shoulder makes me growl. Putting me on display for his own amusement and to stake his claim? Fine. I grip his wrist when he makes to pull back. It's satisfying to watch the smirk turn to shock when I move to straddle his hips with his hand still inside me. "Again. And do it right. Make me fucking scream it so everyone knows."
I feel his dick start to harden in his pants under me. "Out," he starts to command everyone but his words end with a moan when I capture his lips and slide my tongue into his mouth. I'm fucking his mouth like that when Asmo comes running back to the gardens and then stops and full on stares.
"Again," I demand with a snarl.
"Lys," Lucifer starts forward and then pauses under my look.
"Consequences, Lucifer," I rasp and he blushes when I fuck myself on Diavolo's fingers. To Diavolo, I say, "Again or you can fuck this fist for a month by yourself."
He rocks his fingers out of me for a moment and I release his wrist. Four fingers slide back into me and I'm arching into the feeling with a low moan. His other hand finds my breast and he squeezes possessively. "Mine," he rasps out, thrusting his fingers and circling his thumb on my clit. "Scream it and I'll maybe let you cum."
"Make me," I grunt and he's smirking again. My stomach drops at that look.
His pace then is relentless and hard, his fingers hitting my g-spot and making me gasp. "Say it," he demands, stopping suddenly and making me curl into him with a whimper. His thumb lifts and I'm screaming "Yours" in a desperate chant. His free hand slides to my hip and stops the little rocking I'd been doing. "Beg."
Frustration wells up in me as I try and continue to rock, but his hand is a solid weight against my skin. "Please, please, please." The last word is almost a scream.
"No," he says with an easy smile and I slump into him with a sob. My hands claw at his jacket when he gently teases my clit again.
"Dia, please," I cry at him but his lips seal over mine, muffling my words.
Hands smooth down my back and settle on my shoulders, then Lucifer is leaning into my back, trapping me between them. "Games are all well and good, but I believe a more private venue is in order for the rest of this evening," he breathes into my neck, his hardened cock pressed flush to my ass.
I moan around the tongue leisurely exploring my mouth. Tears well up as the fingers slip out of me and are then held up Luci. Crimson eyes meet mine briefly before Lucifer takes Diavolo's wrist and wraps his tongue around the first digit.
Diavolo leaned back, still smiling and I suddenly knew what he was going to say. I dropped my head to his shoulder and moaned as he said it.
"She started it here and she'll finish here." The smile in his velvety voice was genuine, as was the lust that sent shivers up my spine. "You cannot tell me you've never wanted the chance to claim her in front of your brothers."
I knew better than to argue with him, I really, really did, but... "You started this, Dia," I muttered at him and he laughed low in his throat.
"I was content to let you finish after the first time. You started this," Diavolo replied, rolling his hips into my slick core and dragging his clothed cock against me. Heat pushes me up and almost...
"Dia," I scream in frustration, balling my hands into a fist and hitting his shoulder.
His golden eyes danced merrily as pulled Lucifer's hand to my waist. "Yes, sweetling?" He asks innocently.
"Please," I return quietly.
He looked like he was thinking it over but Luci was tracing my sides like he was contemplating ripping the dress off my body. "There is a way for you to end this," Diavolo says, his eyes flickering up and then around.
"No pacts," I say automatically and he pursed his lips as he looked back to me. "Fuck me in front of them if you like, but I won't order them to do anything." His eyes flickered between Luci and I for a long moment.
"Are you sure?" He asks and I scowl at him.
"Do you want me to safeword out?" I snarl and his gaze softens.
"No, sweetling. It was just a thought," he says, cupping my cheek and kissing me. It was a sweet thing that turned into a gasp when Luci shifted my dress up a few inches.
The touch of leather gloves on my hips has me moaning into the kiss and trying to wriggle back and forth to find friction, but I was still trapped between them and Diavolo's hands kept me anchored in his lap. Diavolo looks up at Luci and apparently got what he needed because he sat back and released my waist, only to have Lucifer's hands take his place and lift me into his chest just enough that Diavolo could undo his belt and work himself free of his boxers. The long, thick shaft had me clenching in anticipation of the coming pounding.
Like this afternoon, Diavolo took my hips and pushed into me in one long thrust, leaving us both moaning at the stretch of him in me. I sink my teeth into Diavolo's neck and he makes a low noise at the feeling of it. Dia's hands hold me flush to his hips as his eyes dart up again before Luci steps away from us for a moment.
"Think you can handle us both?" Lucifer asks me softly, biting the finger of his glove and pulling it off to toss it somewhere out of my sight. His cool finger sliding into my ass has me clenching down hard on them.
"Lucifer," Diavolo moans out. "Keep doing that and I won't last."
"Oh?" Luci asks and I can hear his smirk as he thrusts another in.
Stars are popping in front of my eyes and I tense up further, tears starting to fall. Releasing my teeth from his neck, I plead, "Dia. Please. I need to cum, want to."
He rocks his hips up a little, just rutting into me without enough friction. It has me panting and sinking claws into his jacket with a frustrated gasp. "Relax, sweetling," he chuckles. "Keep begging and you might get to cum before we're finished with you."
So I do until I'm almost babbling as Lucifer continues to work me open with my own slick for lube and Diavolo continues his little ruts. Asmo is the only one that dares to creep around into my sight. It's his blue gaze and the light dusting of a blush over his cheeks that finally reminds me of the other Avatars.
The words die in my throat as embarrassment rears up. Looking away, I bite down onto the tendon of Diavolo's neck and startle a sharp gasp out of him. Hot seed fills me and he pauses in his motions at the same time as Lucifer.
"Now, Lucifer," Diavolo growls and pulls himself out just to slam me back down on himself. Pleasure makes my eyes roll up and give a strangled sob against Dia's neck as a second cockhead pushes slowly at the muscles of my ass.
"Hold her steady," Luci chides our lover.
Strong hands grip my ass and part me for Lucifer as he eases in, taking his time to let me clench and unclench around them. He rocks out and then a little further in each time until he is balls deep inside me, stuffing me full with both cocks.
Tears are flowing freely as I struggle with the burn and ache between them. I'm limp when Diavolo starts thrusting and then Luci joins him, jostling me between their bodies like a living doll. My teeth remain tight in Dia's neck, making my jaw ache and all I can do is whimper.
Luci runs a hand through my hair and then fists his fingers in my locks, yanking my head back sharply. No longer muffled, my moans and screams echo through the garden. His free hand slides down my stomach to my clit and he flicks it, making me scream and plunge over the edge. They continue to fuck me through the orgasm at a brutal pace and then continue to chase their own pleasure.
Lucifer keeps me on a tight edge between the pleasure and pain of multiple orgasms, expertly playing my body and keeping me boneless against his chest. Diavolo kept my thighs tight to his and my ankles propped on his knees so he could change the angle of their thrusts with his hips. My hands rest on Luci's shoulders behind me and weakly grip at his jacket when they hit my g-spot.
At some point, the dress is ripped off and Luci continues his torment of my breasts free of the cloth. They both spill their seed numerous times until they're fucking into me and pushing slick and semen down my thighs and onto their slacks. It keeps going like that until Diavolo pushes up from the chair and uses his hips to maneuver Lucifer into stepping back against the table and traps me firmly between their chests. My bare feet brush the ground and I groan at the cold.
Diavolo's warm hands cup my face and he gently peppers my cheeks and forehead with soft kisses. "You've done so well for us, sweetling," he says, his eyes darting over my shoulder to Luci. "Just a little longer and you can rest." Louder, he growls at the other avatars, "Leave. Now."
Levi is watching us with wide eyes and a hand over his mouth, but at Diavolo's words he's gone faster than a hunted rabbit. Belphie is draped over Beel's shoulder and the other four reluctantly and slowly drag themselves out of the garden. Beel's reluctance comes from his protective, backwards glanced at me and only stops when I drape myself over Diavolo's shoulder to wave weakly at them. Asmo lingers by the palace door until Mammon grabs him by the scruff and physically drags the Avatar of Lust away with one last worried look at me. It's Satan who stubbornly remains seated, though I can't actually see him.
"I can take care of Lyssa if you're done with her," Satan grinds out.
Very clearly still aroused and both still tucked inside of me, they were not done with sex for the evening, with or without me. Exhaustion might be making me hang limply between them, but I was not going to let Satan touch me like this. That would be one boundary too many crossed for me today.
A growl rumbles up from Diavolo and Lucifer's chests and vibrates through mine. Luci's hands tighten possessively on my hips.
"Leave," Diavolo reiterates.
"Do not make more trouble for yourself, Satan," Luci warns quietly.
Stupidly, I can hear his footsteps approach. Diavolo bursts into his demon form, making me groan at the way he stretches me out that much further. If I hadn't been holding onto him, he would have attacked Satan. As it was, I tucked my head under his chin and looked at the usually intelligent Avatar of Wrath. The look that he gave me was one mixed of despair, desire, and longing.
"You want to leave with me, don't you, Lys?" Satan asks, stopping just outside of Lucifer's striking range.
Luci was watching me with more patience than I had and very carefully trying to control the temper I could see in his eyes so as not to transform as well. Diavolo's wings curled around us protectively but I could still see Satan's blue eyes trying to plead with me. He took a single step towards us, raising a hand, and I snarled weakly at him.
My wings unVeiled and threaded gently through the gap of Diavolo's and I placed a clawed hand possessively on Luci's. "Mine," I growl. "G'way, Tantan." The draconic features Veil again at Satan's pained look before he retreats without another word.
Lucifer is looking at me with a surprising softness after the rough treatment. Diavolo kisses my head and says, "I love you, too, sweetling."
And they are still fucking hard inside of me. The thought of another round has me whimpering with a little fear. "Please," I half sob into Dia's mantle. "No more. Please, Dia."
Too late, I realize I shouldn't have tried begging again. Luci and Dia both groan and I give an actual sob, clutching at Diavolo's chains as he pushes me harder into Luci's body. "One more, sweetheart," he murmurs into my hair, thumbs wiping away my tears. "You have one more, don't you? You do." Luci begins to suck a new mark into my neck as Dia pulls out and starts to rock his hips again.
"Marigold," I sob out and they instantly shift gears. "Marigold." Their hands are gentle at the safeword and disentangle our bodies. It's a relief when they pull out of me but leaves me achingly empty.
Lucifer steps from behind me and Diavolo hoists me onto the cold table. Dazed, I let the clean me up as best they can in the garden and then Diavolo carries me because I refuse to let go of his chains. Lucifer goes ahead of us to make sure the way is clear and at some point, I drift off.
Later, I come to in a warm bath with Diavolo's chest to my back and Luci sitting on the other end of the bath. He's gently rubbing the sole of my right food and working his way up the calf while Dia keeps me from accidentally drowning. His touch is so gentle against the aches across my whole body that I groan and then cough at the rawness of my throat. A glass of water appears before I can ask and Dia holds it for me as I sip on it.
Diavolo sets the glass aside and kisses the top of my head. "Hi," I manage to Luci, who had been watching carefully.
"Hi," he returns softly with a smile.
Rolling my head back, I meet Diavolo's pleased gaze. "Hello, sweetheart," he murmurs.
"That was...intense," I croak.
"You lasted longer than I thought," he replies. "Thank you." He shifts and I eye him warily and his chest rumbles with a deep laugh. "We're re done with you for tonight, promise."
"Feeling better?"
His smile is cat-like and lazy. "Much. I doubt Satan will try anything like this again," he says and Lucifer pauses in his massage of my left calf.
I look at him and find an expression of mild regret and chagrine on his face. "I am sorry, my heart. I shouldn't have let my brothers distract me in the first place. It was...unwise...of me to neglect you. Will you forgive me?"
My throat is still raw but I open my arms to him in response. He carefully crawls between my legs and hugs me tightly to his chest. The rest of the bath is quiet as he returns to his massage of my body. I drift in and out as Luci and Dia discuss small matters they would need to review the next day and I wake to Diavolo's gentle fingers in my hair as he massages the conditioner into my scalp.
Lucifer is elsewhere.
I glance questioningly up at Dia and then look pointedly around the bathroom before back at him. He smiles and kisses my head again. "I asked him to get some things ready for us," he says, helping me to rinse my hair out. "We might be done with you for tonight, but I am hardly through with him. Do you want to watch or rest? Or we can just cuddle for the rest of the night."
The idea of watching sent a thrill of arousal through me but made me wince at the throb of aches that it also set off. Still, it wasn't often that Luci allowed Dia to indulge in their stamina and not something I wanted to miss.
"Watch," I say firmly and his deep laugh sends water cascading over the edge of the tub.
After I am dry and bundled into a large robe, Dia carries me out to his bedroom where Luci is waiting for us. He's dressed in only a low hanging pair of slacks that leaves hardly anything to the imagination where they taper down at the v of his hips. He watches us with a hint of nervousness as Dia settles me on the couch and takes care to wrap me in a blanket and ensure I have access to plenty of water and honey that Barb had dropped off.
When Dia is satisfied that I am comfortable, he finally turns to Lucifer and lets his gaze track hungrily down our lovers body. Lucifer's cheeks dust with a bit of color and I realize he's going to sub tonight for Dia. Oh! An even rarer occurrence since he hardly ever gives up control.
"Knees, Morningstar," Dia croons and Luci slowly goes down, eyes flickering between us. Dia tugs the towel from his hips and drops it as he walks to Lucifer, his shaft already visibly hardening. Taking his face in his hands, Dia continues, "Do you want to explain to her or shall I?"
Luci glances at me and the blush is in full effect. "Diavolo believes that you are being too lenient with me and wishes to see to my punishment," he explains. "With your input."
Both of them are watching me now and, oh, wow. Talk about feeling wanted. "Y-yeah," I stammer. "That sounds good. Um...how?"
"Since I like making excuses, Diavolo will have me make better use of my mouth...on him," Luci explains with the blush beginning to creep down his chest. After that, he glances at Diavolo, who is smiling that smile again.
"At first, then we'll have to see what interests you," Diavolo finishes for him. "But I wanted to ask you to make an exception to your no using your pact without an emergency." He lazily pumps a hand along his cock and smirks as I watch the motion. "Will you place an order on Luci to only cum when you command him for the next twelve hours?"
My eyebrows shoot up at the timeframe. "Twelve hours?" I repeat.
"My suggestion, Lys," Luci says quietly. "I would like your commands tonight, to ensure your words are thoroughly engraved in my memory."
Well, then...ok. Drawing on our pact is almost as easy as breathing and opening it between us allows a wave of love and regret to wash through me. "Lucifer, you will cum only when I command it for the next twelve hours." The command stretched between us like a physical caress and the pact slipped down to an unconscious link again, there but not.
Lucifer made a noise when Diavolo gripped his hair in one hand and pressed the head of his cock to Luci's lips with the other. His hands flew to Diavolo's hips as Dia fed him his cock and forced his jaw to accept the girth.
"Fuck, yes," Dia pants when Luci's throat bulges and his balls met his chin. "So good." Without giving him time to adjust, Dia took his fistful of hair and drew himself back to thrust forward. Luci made a choking sound at the fast intrusion but could only swallow at Diavolo's brutal pace of bobbing our lover's head and thrusting his own hips.
Diavolo's gaze is half lidded as he continues to use Luci's mouth without cease until he jerks his hips one last time and held Luci to him with a low moan. His head rolls back as his abdomen muscles ripple as he shoots his load in Lucifer's throat, making the former angel dig his nails into Dia's hips as he struggles to swallow around the cock.
The heated, golden gaze turns to me and I feel flush again. "Again," I order and he smiles beautifully.
Tears are streaming down Lucifer's face by the time Dia cums a third time in his mouth and spit and semen are dribbling down his chin. Diavolo pauses again and looks at me. "Sweetling?" He asks, voice breathy.
I watch Luci's gaze dart to me as his fingers flex hard on Dia's hips with the effort of not pulling himself off Diavolo's cock. His chest heaves as he inhales deeply through his nose. "Ease up, Dia," I say and Diavolo releases the former angel, who jerks back to wheeze and cough.
"Quite the mess you've made, Luci," Diavolo chuckles. "Clean it up." Diavolo's hand is gentle on Luci's head as he guides our lover's face to his still hardened shaft again. Lucifer catches his glare and instead glances at me before complying, licking and sucking at Dia teasingly until the larger demon is moaning and has to jerk Lucifer off himself. He strokes himself and then pinches his fingers at the base of his shaft to prevent from spilling another load. "Should I cum all over that pretty face of yours or start fucking your tight ass?"
Lucifer makes a low noise in his throat and my blush deepens with Dia's filthy words. Usually he doesn't do this, but I guess he's in the right mood for it.
"Luci?" I prompt in his silence. "Will you continue to try and make excuses about what happened?"
He gives me a wide-eyed look. "N-no," he coughs. "I-"
Diavolo's hand yanking his head back with a fistful of hair cuts off his words and the dick rammed into his mouth again has him coughing and choking on it. He's face fucked again at a brutal pace and Diavolo groans loudly when he cums. "Don't speak unless it is to beg or answer our questions," Dia orders him, rutting his hips a little and continuing to choke Luci on his cock. "Understood?"
Luci coughs again when Diavolo yanks him back. "Y-yes," he manages.
"Yes, what?" Diavolo demands.
"Yes, my lord," Lucifer says softly.
The demon lord gives our lover a long look before he drags him up by the hair and wraps an arm around his waist, bringing them flush together for a kiss. Luci fights for control for a second but a sharp tug to his slacks and even sharper slap to his ass has him gasping and lets Dia take over again. The handprint is bright red against his light skin and my gaze lingers on it for a moment.
"Luci, Dia," I call softly and they break apart to look at me. "How did that make you feel?"
Diavolo frowns at me in confusion but Lucifer turns an even brighter shade of red. "Shocked," he murmurs.
"And?"
Diavolo gives the former angel a thoughtful look as his hands slip back to Luci's ass and start to knead the flesh. Luci gasps and bucks his hips at the touch, grinding his own shift into Dia's stomach.
"And?" Diavolo prompts again.
Lucifer struggles visibly with himself and Diavolo slaps his ass again. Then again and again until Luci is bucking against him to try and escape the blows.
"Cum for me, Lucifer," I order as Dia lands another slap and Lucifer gives a sob as his seed spills onto their stomachs and clings to Diavolo's shoulders.
"Please," he says, but Dia grins at the reaction.
Golden eyes flicker to me and I can read the mischief in them. "Couch or bed, sweetling?" he asks and Lucifer buries his face in Dia's neck with a strangled moan.
I consider the mischief. "Couch. I want to touch the both of you," I answer and Diavolo's smile turns into a smirk.
Lucifer puts up a small resistance as Dia manhandles him to the couch and turns him around by the couch arm. Diavolo lets him stand for a minute so that I can admire Lucifer's body and the long, slender cock that is still hard. Sweat is starting to sheen across their skin and I can smell the sex on their skin as I crawl towards them. Hazy, scarlet eyes track my movements and he shivers at the first touch of fingers on his stomach. I wince when I try and sit up on my heels.
"Sit," Diavolo orders me and I fall back onto my ass. To Luci, he says, "Bend over." He does so with a hesitant glance over his shoulder and then at me. I scoot forward until I can catch his lips before he fully settles onto the arm rest. Diavolo presses a hand to the small of his back and he breaks the kiss to settle his hips over the swell of the arm rest with his head in my lap and one arm looped around my waist.
"Beautiful," Diavolo murmurs, his eyes raking across our bodies. "How are you feeling, sweetling?"
"Sore," I answer him, threading my fingers through dark locks. "Better but still sore."
Lucifer slides his free hand into my robe and I let him open it enough to have skin contact with me. "I'm sorry, Lys," he murmurs and then yelps when Diavolo slaps his ass sharply.
"Since you can't follow directions, we'll continue your spanking and you will count to fifty. One miscount and we continue until my hand gets tired or Lys believes you have learned your lesson," Diavolo cheerfully informs the fallen angel. "Understood?"
His grip on my hips tightens a little and, with a small whimper, says, "Yes, my lord."
Except Dia doesn't start right away. Instead, he slips a finger into Luci's ass and has him squirming in pleasure. "Cum for me, Luci," I whisper to him and he moans with the orgasm.
Diavolo's hand cracks across his ass then and Lucifer shouts. The demon lord pauses for a second and Lucifer drags the first count out somehow. After that, Diavolo is relentless in the spanks that he delivers, varying the rate and strength at which each were delivered, but Luci somehow manages to keep the count until thirty-five. Diavolo looks at me and smiles, his question silent.
"Cum for me, my love," I whisper again and Lucifer gives a broken moan at the orgasm and Diavolo's sudden intrusion. "Again." And he does, clenching down on Diavolo's fingers. "Again." He cums with a small sob and Diavolo glances at me. "Again."
"Lys, please," Lucifer moans. "I am sorry. Please. Not again. Not again."
"Cum for me," I murmur and he presses his face into my stomach with a strangled scream.
Diavolo is staring at me hungrily, all movements ceased. Then, he removes his fingers and smooths a hand across Luci's reddened skin. He keeps eye contact with me as he slaps Luci's ass again.
"T-thirty-five!" Luci half screams into my stomach and Diavolo smiles. "N-no! That wasn't a miscount. It was..." he struggles for the right words as he realizes his mistake "...a recount!"
"It sounded like a miss to me," Diavolo muses to me, continuing to work Luci open on his fingers. "What do you think, Lys?"
Lucifer tightens his hold on me to an almost painful degree and his back tremble under my touch. I knead the meat of his shoulders and answer, "I think... that's enough...for now."
Diavolo pouts at that but doesn't argue as he pulls back from Luci and then helps the other demon to find his feet and collapse beside me with his face in my stomach again. I watch Diavolo re-emerge from the bathroom a moment later and watch as he cleans Luci with a warm rag.
"You're very...intense tonight, Dia," I say, coaxing Lucifer to drink some water. My eyes trail over Diavolo's still half-hard member and then glance back at him. "Are you still jealous?"
He avoids eye contact with me then as he tucks a blanket around me and Lucifer. "Yes," he says finally.
"Of what?" I ask, reaching a hand for him.
He twines our fingers for a moment and just stares at them. "You seem to love Lucifer more," he admits softly. "And he's able to spend more time with you than I can, which means your bond is stronger over time. If he hadn't stood you up, I never would have had this chance." He follows the tug of my hand and lets me put his hand on my cheek.
"Our relationships are fundamentally different, Dia," I sigh. "I don't love Luci more or less than you, just differently." I kiss his palm and he sits down at my back and wraps his other arm around my waist.
"You forgave him so easily when you would have made me beg much longer."
I hesitate and search his golden eyes for sadness or anger, but there was nothing. Masking his emotions, then. "You're right, but you're also wrong," I admit and he shifts us so that he can see my face. "I expect the two of you to learn from each other's mistakes the way I learn from yours and Luci's with each other. If you stand me up on one of our dates in the future, so I would make you work harder to win me back. The same goes for Luci going forward." My look turns shy and I blush again. "And besides, you can't tell me that you didn't have fun making him beg with me. I'm positive Luci would have as much fun if or when your positions were reversed."
Diavolo smiles at that and we both look at Luci's sleeping form. "Too true," he murmurs and lets me lean into his side.
The silence that envelopes us after that is a comfortable one and Dia plays with my hair as we chat idly and wait for Lucifer to recover some more. The topics aren't important, but spending this time with them like this is and I can practically feel Diavolo relaxing out of his jealousy.
"What are you going to do about Satan?" Dia asks abruptly.
"What about him?"
"He wants you."
I wait a beat before asking, "And?"
"As much as I want you."
I give him a confused look. "How is that my problem? I've rejected him three times, including tonight, Diavolo. How much clearer can I be without starting a literal fight? He'll get over me or he won't and that's his problem." His expression twists and I sigh. "Satan is my housemate, not a friend at the moment. He's too fixated on Luci and I's relationship for anything to be healthy between us so I keep my distance and let Luci deal with him. Occasionally, like tonight I have to step in and do something but that's the extent of my involvement."
"Maybe I should step in," he mutters to himself.
"No," I say firmly and he scowls. "I allowed you your little show tonight in front of your avatars because I knew it would either drive Satan to do something stupid or it would reinforce that I would never be with him. Either way, leave it alone or tonight will look like icing on a cake."
"Tonight was not icing on a cake," Luci mumbles from my lap and our attention shifts to him. "Is it over?"
Sharing a glance with Diavolo, I ask, "How do you feel?"
"I will feel better knowing that the both of you have fully forgiven my transgression," he murmurs, laying a hand on Dia's thigh and squeezing my waist.
"You are," Dia and I agree at the same time and then share a smile.
"Thank hell," Luci mumbles.
"Unless you have a second round in you tonight?" I tease. Crimson eyes glare at me and golden eyes stare hopefully. "We still have about ten hours left to that command."
Lucifer just moans weakly and buries his head in my stomach, making me and Diavolo both laugh. "I may not be able to walk tomorrow as it stands," he complains and sends us into another fit of laughter.
Diavolo eventually took us to his bed where we cuddled and enjoyed the post-sex endorphins. We chatted about small things we needed to do the next day and eventually drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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can you write diavolo for prompts 7 &or 68, with GN or fem reader, whatever comes to mind, thank you!
You can run, but you can't hide.
Yandere Diavolo x Afab! reader
#7: "Don't cover up, I want everyone to see that you are mine"
#68: "You can run, you can hide, but when I get my hands back on you, you'll regret it."
Summary: After months of being locked up in his mansion, Italy's mafia boss makes you come to one of his afterparties. Still having hope to escape from him, you use this to your advantage.
Word count: 2.1k
TW: yandere behavior, mentions of kidnapping, diavolo being violent, hickeys, reader is afab, they/them pronouns, possible grammatical mistakes
Hi!! I really hope you will like this. I kind of rushed it since, you know, it's my first request so...yay!! Thanks for requesting, love ya <3
A relieved sigh escapes past your lips when you hear your 'boyfriend''s invitation. Well, more like announcement, since you didn't have a say in the matter. You were happy that, at least, you were allowed to get out of this damned mansion and maybe socialize with other people that weren't him.
Him, who kidnapped you and kept you as a precious toy. The one who had you listen to him and follow him around as a scared puppy only a few months after abducting you. Diavolo. You cursed his name in your mind as you started to make a plan. You could use this situation to your advantage so you could get away from this shitty situation, from this psychotic person and this country.
"So, what do you say, darling?" His voice woke you up from your daydreaming and you looked at him as he took a seat beside you.
"Hm...It sounds good, I guess. Will Trish come too?" You asked, curious. If his stupid daughter would come too, your plan would be harder since he would make her come with you to the bathroom.
"No, she's going to a sleepover at some friend of hers." The man answered and you tried to contain your smile. Perfect. "Go get ready, we are leaving in two hours."
Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. Two hours?! He told you it would be soon, but he didn't tell you it would be today. Damn, that meant you wouldn't have time to make a plan B and a plan C, in case plan A and B wouldn't work. Well, you just had to hope that your plan will work and that you could finally get away from him.
You nodded and wanted to get up, but he pulled you back in his arms. You let out a surprised squeal, freezing when you felt his teeth nibbling at the lobe of your ear.
"Mm, I changed my mind. Get ready later, I want to spend more time with you." The pink-haired man whispered in your ear and you couldn't do anything but let him do what he wanted. If you didn't, he would get incredibly angry and that wouldn't end well, for you at least. You forced your body to relax in his embrace, a small whimper leaving your lips when his soft ones went down your neck, biting and sucking at some of your soft spots.
"D-Diavolo, dear, we can continue this later. I have to get ready, you know it takes time for me to choose what I want to wear.." You pushed yourself to say, taking one of his hands in yours, trying to contain yourself to not gang.
"Mhm, well make it take less. Don't wear makeup, I don't care." Diavolo mumbled, pressing your back against him. You sighed and let him do his thing in marking your neck up, knowing that fighting him was useless.
"Diavolo, please, I have to get ready..." You said again after a few minutes, in which your poor neck was almost fully covered in bruises. He sighed annoyed and grabbed your jaw tightly, turning your head towards him. The mafia boss just pressed your lips together and you leaned in, eager to end this already.
After painfully long seconds, he broke the kiss and let you get up from his lap. You immediately did so, going towards the bathroom to start doing your makeup. "What suit will you wear?" You asked before you entered the bathroom. Even if you planned to escape, that didn't mean you didn't want to look good.
"Black." The man said, following you into the bathroom. You took out the expensive makeup set he bought for you, starting your usual routine. When you got to the neck area, you sighed and started to apply a green color corrector, when a hand suddenly stopped you. "Don't cover up, I want everyone to see that you are mine"
You inhaled sharply at his words and nodded obediently, wiping the color corrector off. You continued your routine silently under his stern gaze, mentally preparing yourself for where were you going to go.
Choosing a beautiful burgundy red dress, the silk material perfectly hugging your body. Its length was a little above the knees and it wasn't too tight either. For shoes, you chose a pair of black heel-less sandals, so you could run off them. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled. You didn't look too bad and you also matched with Diavolo. If it wasn't for the hickeys on your neck, you could say you were stunning.
"Darling, are you ready?" He said, offering his hand and you nodded, shyly taking it. In fact, you weren't shy; you were disgusted to touch this sick man in any way. But, for the sake of your health and the plan, you did it.
After a long, silent ride, you arrived at a luxurious restaurant. You assumed it had at least five starts since the entrance had a red carpet welcoming its customers. You had your arm wrapped around Diavolo and, when you peered a look at him, you tried to contain your shock. To say you were scared of him at the moment was an understatement. You knew he was a powerful man, but the way his power radiated off him made you shiver. He had a superior look on his face, his back straight and his chin up high. If it wasn't for your relationship with him, you would've fallen right there and then for him and you would be on your knees, ready to do whatever he wanted you to.
"Don't look so scared, it's only a facade. I have to be like this so they know who's the boss. Pft, not like they wouldn't." You heard the taller man say, but that didn't ease your anxiety. You knew what he was capable of and that made you question your plan. Who knows what he will do to you if you fuck up and he catches you. Shaking those thoughts away, you bite your lower lip and nod.
The moment you two enter the restaurant, the whole chattering falters. Everything went quiet, it was like he screamed at them to shut up, but he didn't. He just entered with you and went to his table, where some of his subordinates waited for him, his most trusted ones, you supposed.
Diavolo took a seat at the head of the table, gesturing you to take the one beside him. You did as you were told and the people there started talking. Nobody was talking to you, though. You wouldn't be surprised if you found out they weren't allowed to.
Minutes passed, taking small sips from your wine, you looked either at Diavolo or his teammates. "Darling, can I go to the bathroom?" You suddenly asked, touching his hand softly. He nodded, signaling one of his girl teammates to go to the bathroom with you, never interrupting his conversation. Fuck, well, that wasn't good. You and the unknown girl started going to the bathroom and she let you enter, waiting outside.
Sighing softly, you analyzed your surroundings. The only way outside, except through the door, was through a medium-sized window. And the only way to get there was to climb the wall. However, the bathroom was pretty small so you could successfully climb. You struggled to make as little noises as possible and got up there, starting to crawl your way out.
"Oi, everything good there?" You heard a feminine voice ask and your eyes widened. You forced out a "Yes", trying your best to sound as natural as possible while your stomach was pressed to the window's sill. A small hum was heard in response and you sighed relieved. You got out of the window and jumped down, scratching your knees in the process. When you wanted to go to the gate so you could climb it, you heard a loud sound coming from inside the bathroom. It sounded like a broken door. No way, why the fuck did he break the door?!
"Where are they, you incompetent fucker?!" You heard Diavolo's voice yelling at the girl. You gulped, almost feeling bad for her.
"I swear they were here two minutes ago!" She answered, her voice shaking. You decided to not listen to their conversation anymore and went back to running to the gate when you saw a guard. Your heart started to beat so fast that you thought it would leave your ribcage and sweat was rolling onto your forehead. Oh shit, why didn't you think about him having guards all over? You thought about sneaking around the guard, but soon realized it would be useless. You couldn't climb the gate with guards here, especially since they were looking for you. So, the only options left for you were: one, you hide in one of the bushes and wait until they thought you ran away and went out looking for you, or two, go back to Diavolo and accept your punishment. You chose the first one since the second one was straight-up stupid.
"Where are you, little one?" You heard Diavolo's voice muttering as he was walking around the zone you were hiding. He was suddenly incredibly calm, his tone much different from the raging one you heard half an hour ago. Your breath hitched and you placed a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making any sounds that could attract him here. "Come out from wherever you are. I know you didn't get out, you aren't stupid enough to climb a gate with so many guards around. So, come out on your own before I find you. Because after all, we both know that you can run, you can hide, but when I get my hands back on you, you'll regret it."
He was talking so calmly as if he knew you were right next to him as if he knew you were listening to him, hiding in this stupid bush. You thought about surrendering again, but no. He was surely manipulating you, testing to see how weak you are. There's no way he could know you were here, you were 100% positive nobody saw you.
"Amore, come out on your own. Don't make this harder for me than it already is. I don't want to punish you too hard, but if you keep testing my limits, who knows what I'm going to do with you." He spoke again after a minute of silence, making you shiver in fear. 'Go away, please' you prayed, biting your own hand anxiously. Maybe somebody up there would finally hear your prayers and let you get away from this fucking monster.
"Fine, if that's what you want, don't say I didn't warn you." Diavolo sighed and he started walking away from the bush close to the one you were hiding in. You wanted to sigh relieved when you stopped hearing his footsteps hitting the soft grass, but a hand suddenly grabbed your hair and pulled you up. You screamed in pain and you let the tears that were threatening to spill out of your eyes a few seconds ago fall onto your cheeks. "There you are." He purred sensually in your ear, throwing you onto the grass next to the bush. "What did I fucking say about trying to run away?" He said and walked through the bush, not caring if he ripped his suit or not. You were heavily shaking, looking at him with glossy eyes and fat tears rolling down your cheek, ruining your makeup. "Come on, I don't have the whole night, ungrateful bitch." Diavolo snapped and grabbed your hair again.
"T-T-That if...I ever...t-try to do it...again y-you'll break my l-legs." You whispered, choking on your own tears, balling up your fists to try and steady yourself.
"That's right, oh, that's so right my dear doll. Now, I should keep my promise and break your legs. But I don't think that will be enough, will it?" He said, holding his head up by your hair.
"D-Diavolo, please. Please don't, I- I promise I will be good. Please don't hurt me." You cried out useless pleas, but he didn't seem to care. His hand let go of your hair, making you fall back onto the ground, hitting your head on the ground.
"It's like you're a broken record. You always tell me the same shit and you always do the same thing that brought you into situations like these. I really don't understand, do you like being in pain?" The boss spat, his body hovering over your body. You shook your head vigorously and he scoffed.
"I think it's time for you to get a real punishment."
#diavolo x reader#jjba x you#jojo x reader#jjba x reader#yandere themes#diavolo jjba x reader#yandere diavolo#yandere jjba#yandere jjba x reader#afab reader#they them pronouns#jjba part 5#jjba villains#yandere diavolo and doppio
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[Spark doll au]
R/n, as she taking a shower not noticing the large shadow looming behind the curtain:
Diavolo violently pulling the curtains open:
Diavolo: Hey human have you- stop screaming it's just me. *Shakes empty bottle* Do you know if there's anymore Ensure left? (Gets yanked out of the bathroom by Titan.)
#s: tumblr#ultraman incorrect quotes#tokusatsu incorrect quotes#tokusatsu#ultraman#absolutians#spark doll au#Absolute Diavolo#absolute titan#afab reader#x reader
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Idea time.
Lord Diavolo, future king of the Devildom, is used to demons mumbling how him being in love with a human is a waste of time for his love.
One day he came to HOL to visit you, and accidentally walked in on you changing, he heard you mention you were Bigender when he asked for more information about you.
He opened the door and saw you shirtless, top surgery scars along your chest and saw testosterone pills on your table.
“Sorry for walking in on you changing,” he said, which startled you, “but you look absolutely handsome, MC, your body is handsome, all of you is handsome.” He said, causing you to blush, you never got called handsome before in the human realm and she/her pronouns were used to refer to you by others happened a lot.
“Thank you?” You replied, your face covered with blush as your lover walked over to you to give you a kiss on the lips.
“You are handsome and beautiful at the same time, my love..” Diavolo said, his tone full of love, you kissed him back.
Now, whenever Diavolo sees you shirtless, he reminds you that you are handsome, he would even ask if he can kiss your healed scars as a way to show you that even if you have scars, you are still handsome just the way you are.
You are beautiful/handsome.
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Lead by Example
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M/M
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Characters: Lucifer, Diavolo, Main Character
Additional Tags: AFAB!MC, BDSM, oral sex, Dom/sub dynamics, shoe licking, threesome - F/M/M, grinding
Summary: In the public eye, everyone thinks of you as the human exchange student that’s out of their depth, but behind closed doors you’ve already managed to make two of the most powerful demons in hell bend to your desires.
Word Count: 1964
"Clean." You extend your leg out to him, letting the smooth surface of your heel glisten in the dim light of the room around you. The smirk on your face must have been a sight to see judging by the absolutely pathetic look in his eyes.
He leaned forward, tongue outstretched as he began to lick at the toe of your heel with long, languid strokes. Despite being one of the strongest demons around, Lucifer was quick to lower and degrade himself the moment he was behind closed doors and you used your most domineering voice. All it took was you sitting barely dressed on a bed for him to throw away all his pride.
Without even touching you, he was already stirring something inside your core. To see him fallen so low beneath you, a mere human, gave you a sense of power that couldn't be replicated. If only the rest of the Devildom could see their precious avatar of pride right now.
As you stared down at him, firm hands groped at you from behind, slipping beneath your top and massaging their way across your chest until they found their way to pinching at your nipples.
Lips ghosted along the back of your neck, the corners of which you could feel were curled into a Cheshire smile, "I see you got started without me."
You turned your head back to stare into mischievous golden eyes and couldn't help as your smile grew to match his own, "You were taking too long. I was starting to get bored with waiting." You hadn't heard him come in, but you were happy to see him nonetheless.
"That's not fair," Diavolo pouted but the laughter sitting just under his voice didn't match his tone of disappointment.
"Mm? If that's the case, I'm sure there's plenty of room next to Lucifer." You nearly yelped as his fingers twisted and pulled at your nipples, feeling something hot rising in your chest, "Did I give you permission to do that?"
He hummed through his sly smile, "No, but these," he rolled the buds between his fingers as you sighed quietly, "were asking for it."
"Naughty boy." You reached up and gently patted the side of his face, "Just for that, go help Lucifer. Unlike you, he's been good enough to get a reward."
"Oh? And how should I help him?"
"Hmm… Clean out that mouth of his. He's going to need to use it ."
A smirk spread across his face as he slipped his hands out of your shirt and moved to kneel next to where Lucifer was on the ground.
"Lucifer?" He whispered softly, placing his hand on the other's cheek before pulling his gaze away from you and toward himself, "Stick out your tongue for me."
There wasn't any hesitation as Lucifer shifted his focus to follow Diavolo's order. He opened his mouth wide and let his tongue roll out as he'd been told. Everything started off slowly with Diavolo focusing all of his attention on just his tongue; wrapping his lips around the thing and sucking on it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. He wove both of their tongues together, trying not to laugh at the way Lucifer moaned for him.
You, however, were free to chuckle all you wanted. They always looked adorable together. So adorable, in fact, that you couldn't help the hand that was already reaching to rub at your sex. As his eyes glanced over, you knew Diavolo was aware of what he was doing to you. He really was a troublesome prince.
You grabbed at the band of your underwear to slide them down your legs and take them off. As you did, it almost looked like Diavolo was trying to eat Lucifer alive as he finally moved on to kissing him in all earnestness. Both of them almost seemed to forget about you entirely as they indulged in each other, hands starting to roam up each other's thighs and across the other's chest.
"Really?" You spoke, snapping both of their attentions back to you, "As much as I would love to see what you two do, I don't want to wait to give Lucifer his reward."
His eyes went wide and his throat dry as you spread your legs for him. He was crawling into his spot before you could even tell him to.
"What do you think, Lucifer?"
You could see the battle raging in his eyes as he debated with himself how low he was willing to sink. It was far too late to be having that internal struggle though. He was already far to eager and willing to lower himself however he needed and thank you for standing above him.
"Beautiful," he said as he stared at the way you were already dripping before his eyes. His eyes looked so out of it as he spoke, clearly already faded somewhere else, "Please allow me to serve you."
Oh, it took everything inside of you not to straddle his face and ride him until you were cumming all over his mouth. In due time…
"Of course, Lucifer. This is your reward, after all." Your gaze turned to Diavolo once more with a devious smile, "I never told you to stop helping him."
A brief flash of understanding passed between you two before the prince's smile matched your own and joined you two once more.
"Come on, Lucifer. This is supposed to be a reward for your good behavior." Diavolo grabbed at the roots of the other demon's hair, pulling at him and pressing his face against your crotch, "So show me why I should be a good boy like you."
There were thick tears running down Lucifer's cheeks from the overwhelming scent of you flooding his senses, framing the dazed look in his eyes so beautifully that you were tempted to bully him even more. But, no. He deserved some amount of kindness for all of his efforts.
"C'mon, Lucifer, you've gotten me this wet already so it's only right you help me finish. Why don't you take this chance to make Diavolo jealous?"
"That's not fair…" Diavolo genuinely pouted this time, even as he kept his hand pressed against the back of the other demon's head so he couldn't pull away from that spot between your legs; not that he wanted to.
"You get what you earn~" You practically sang as you leaned back and narrowed your gaze on Lucifer, "Now watch him take what he's earned."
And take he did. Your fevered moans mixed with his hums of enrapture as his tongue glided through your wet folds. His warm tongue plunged inside of your needy heat, licking you as deeply as he could. His hands reached up to spread you wide so he could sink deeper still.
Despite only being allowed to watch, Diavolo groaned deep in his throat. He was straining against his pants watching Lucifer get a taste of you, unsure of who he envied more in this situation. Lucifer's tongue looked divine and would look even better wrapped around his cock, but he also wanted to be buried inside of you.
It was the sound of your voice breaking as Lucifer's lips moved to suck at your swollen clit that finally made up his mind though. He needed to hear you make that sound because of and for him.
"Are you going to cum?" He teased, knowing the answer already.
"Y-yes," you stuttered out, bucking your hips against Lucifer's mouth to try and milk as much pleasure as you could from him.
"Did you hear that, Lucifer? You're going to make them cum. Such an amazing reward." He reached into his pants with his free hand, fishing himself out, and stroking himself in time to the cries of your approaching orgasm.
Diavolo knew you too well, because your orgasm ripped through you soon after. Your entire body shook as your vision went blurry and your hands gripped onto the bedsheets for dear life. Throughout the entire thing, Lucifer never stopped lapping at your sex. Even when your body finally went limp, he didn't stop. The only thing that did eventually stop him, was Diavolo pulling him away and practically tossing him to the side so he could settle between your legs instead.
He rubbed his thick cock against your glistening slit, coating himself in your slick.
"I didn't tell you to-"
"No you didn't, but I believe you called me a naughty boy didn't you? So when I saw something I wanted, I decided to be naughty and take it." He bumped his tip against your still sensitive clit just to hear you whimper, "Say you want it too and it's yours."
You couldn't take it. Your body was too sensitive after what it had just experienced. But the delicious way he rubbed against you without pushing in made your stomach twist in knots. You knew what he had to offer and how much pleasure it would bring but you couldn't reward him for such disobedience.
"Well?" He asked again as he nudged himself against your entrance.
"Fuck me," you finally broke.
"As you wish." He was more than happy to oblige, shoving himself inside of you in one fluid motion and thrusting inside of you without missing a beat.
"H-hey," you panted out as Diavolo's hips meet yours over and over, emptying your head of thoughts with each push, "Don't forget abo-"
He kissed you before you could finish the sentence, "Of course not." He reached behind himself with one hand, spreading his ass as he looked at where Lucifer still sat with his eyes transfixed on the sight before him, "I want to reward him too, after all."
Lucifer practically jumped on top of Diavolo, rutting against his ass to ease the aching in his cock as the prince continued to fuck into you. His arms reached past Diavolo, his hands grabbing yours and intertwining his fingers with yours.
"Kiss me," Lucifer tried to order as he stared into Diavolo's eyes with nowhere near as much vibrato as he usually had.
Still Diavolo acquiesced, sloppily locking his lips with Lucifer's. He could still taste you on his lips; a treat that reminded him why Lucifer deserved to be so heavily rewarded.
"Good boy," he muttered against Lucifer's lips, keening as the other demon's erratic grinding pushed him into your warmth at a new pace that was of Lucifer's choosing.
There was no way Diavolo could possibly explain this scene if anyone were to venture in and see them; no way to explain how he was sandwiched between a demon below him and a human and enjoyed every moment; how his will bend and broke and reformed itself according to their wills and his whims. He didn't have to explain it though. This scene was only for the three of you and not the entire Devildom.
He could take your rewards and punishments in time. He could listen to your demands and orders. He could be yours. They were all yours.
"Don't stop. So close," you mewled as your head tossed back and your hips greedily rolled against him just to chase the pleasure they both had to offer you. Your hands squeezed Lucifer's as the muscles in your body started to tighten up once again. Diavolo almost felt bad that Lucifer couldn't feel the way your walls clamped down around him and refused to let him go. Almost, if he wasn't so happy to feel how Lucifer's cock twitched against his ass.
"Of course." Whatever you wanted, they would surely give. You were, after all, the one who stood above them both; even if they were the only two who would ever know that fact.
#2af writes#obey me smut#lucifer smut#diavolo smut#afab fic#cw dom/sub dynamics#cw multiple partners
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Lover's Holiday, Pt. 6
Poor thing.
CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. *Smut scene: quickie, f! receiving penetration, creampie. Multiple smut scenes mentioned. After the * it is pretty much just smut.
Themes: Romance. Vacation. LuciferxMC. Sex.
Characters: Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, MC="you"
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"She's not doing very well," Lucifer said into his device.
"Elaborate," Diavolo demanded on the other end.
While you were still asleep, Lucifer woke up early the following morning and went outside to tell Diavolo about what you said last night.
"MC is depressed is what I've gathered. She's avoiding everyone, sleeping alone, skipping meals, you saw her outburst at the meeting. The signs were all there. She explained that she feels hopeless, that she isn't good enough for the role, and that..." Lucifer trailed off, unsure of the next part.
"Tell me, Lucifer," Diavolo said with a warning tone. He was sitting on the edge of his bed. He was asleep when Lucifer called, but when the prince realized it was urgent, he immediately started thinking the worst.
"Diavolo, I'm worried she's going to hurt herself if things don't get better," Lucifer stated, his voice strained.
"What?" Diavolo stared at the floor. You? You would do such a thing?
"She didn't explicitly say it, but when I explicitly asked if she would, she didn't say no," Lucifer explained.
Diavolo's chest tightened, anxiety bubbling deep within himself at the thought of you doing that. "Are we doing something wrong?" Diavolo asked quietly.
"I didn't think so until now. I do think we can find ways to make this easier on her, if we try," Lucifer answered. "We will fix this," he stated, trying to sound confident. When he heard no response, he quietly said, "...Diavolo?"
On the other end, back in the Devildom, Diavolo leaned over, and he held his head in his hand, the other hand still holding the device to his ear. He was working over the last couple of months in his head, remembering how unhappy you were, and he was very upset with not realizing you were suffering. Maybe I'm not as observant as I thought, he wondered.
"I need you to listen to me," Lucifer said, getting the prince's attention. "I know it hurts to think about it, but we have to fix things for her, otherwise, we're just making it about us. We promised to make her happy, and that's what we'll do."
Diavolo finally let out a sigh. "I'll get to working on that then," he stated.
The two hung up and Lucifer walked back into the cabin, retreating upstairs to find you still asleep. He settled back in, pulling you into his side, and laid there, waiting for you to wake up.
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Meanwhile, Diavolo immediately got ready for the day and met with Barbatos.
"My lord? What could you need so early?" Barbatos asked inquisitively.
"MC isn't doing very well. We need to change some things in order to help her, otherwise there could be consequences," Diavolo replied, staring at his desk.
"Certainly, but what will that entail?"
"Well, I think we may need to ease up on the royal studies. There's a lot of it she'll come to learn in time, there's no need to rush it and overload her with everything," Diavolo suggested.
"I think that would be wise. What else?"
"I need you to fetch my book, the one I've been working on. I would like to start working on something in it," Diavolo stated.
"Anything else?"
"For now, that will be all, Barbatos."
"Very good, sir," the butler replied.
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"Lucifer! How dare you!" you shrieked, as you two tried to make breakfast together.
When you woke, he immediately asked for you to come help him in the kitchen, and you were already miffed since he wouldn't let you lay around like you normally did for an hour. Now, you two were having a flour fight from the pancakes you two failed to make. He flicked some in your mouth when you were complaining about wanting to go back to bed.
"Take this!" You yelled as you smacked his shoulder from behind.
He slowly turned around, giving you a menacing glare that would've sent shivers down anyone else's spine, but not yours.
"You shouldn't have done that, dove," he growled, both hands covered in flour now.
"Ah!" You screeched, running around the kitchen as he chased you. On the way back by, you got a little bit of flour on your hand and turned. "Try it, Luci, see what happens," you growled back, holding up your hand.
He smirked and stood up tall. You narrowed your eyes and turned your feet slightly in case you had to make a run for it. The two of you had a stare-off for several seconds before he sighed.
"Alright, I surrender. We'll never get breakfast done like this," he said, going back to the stove.
"Aww, I was having fun..." You pouted and returned to making pancake batter. He didn't respond, but you busied yourself with stirring the mix. After several seconds, you heard a whoosh of air and received a smack on your ass as Lucifer walked by over the oversized shirt you were wearing. Your jaw dropped, and you turned on your heels to look at him.
"Sorry, had to get the flour off my hands," he said with his back to you, his head slightly turned to the side. You could see the nasty smirk on his face, and it instantly riled you up, but you wanted to play the long game here.
You remained silent as you went back to your batter, almost done with it. When he stood at the stove again, cooking eggs, you carefully put flour all over your arms and hands, hoping he wouldn't notice with his back turned. Then, you moved swiftly and came up behind him.
"What are you doing?"
"I just wanted a hug," you said innocently before snaking your arms under his and placed your splayed-out hands on his chest and grabbed a hold of his pectorals before quickly releasing and stepping back. Lucifer looked down and realized what you had done. He couldn't help but scoff but also snicker at your handiwork.
He turned and looked down at your smug face.
*"Fuck it," he muttered, throwing the spatula behind him and closing the distance between you two. He cupped your jaw in his hand and grabbed your waist with the other, assaulting your lips and neck with passionate kisses. You couldn't help the giggling that erupted from your throat, but then they turned into joyous moans as he pushed you up against the counter and ground himself into you, getting flour all over both of you now. You pushed back against him, leaning forward so you could turn off the stovetop burner.
He broke away and drug you over to a clear spot on the kitchen island and hoisted you up onto it. He pulled away and raised an eyebrow, silently asking you for consent. Once you nodded, he captured your lips once more. His hand wandered up your thigh, pushing up your oversized shirt to find you were wearing absolutely nothing underneath it.
"Mm, what a treat," he murmured against your lips. He pulled you in closer to the edge and dropped his sweats and boxers and rubbed his already hard cock against your just as ready slit. One of your arms wrapped around his neck while the other grabbed a hold of his shoulder to hang on. With a swift thrust, his cock pushed into your sweet oasis, and he groaned against your lips as you whimpered against his.
"Oh, MC," he murmured in-between a kiss, quickly losing himself to how you felt. He worked up to a fast pace, rolling his hips into yours. Before moving to your neck, he moaned in your ear, "Be as loud as you want, dove." He then worked your neck, biting, nibbling, licking, kissing your delicious soft flesh.
Taking the hint, you let your inhibitions go, and fully let Lucifer know how much you enjoyed him.
"Fuck me, Lucifer, take me," you moaned out. He growled against your neck, thrusting into you harder. "Fuck that feels so good. You make me feel so goo-oh!" you called out in your ecstasy.
His grip on your waist tightened, holding you tight against him as he railed into your sweet cunt, relishing every bit of you. "I love you so much," you cried out, feeling your heat beginning to spread into other parts of your body, your coils of pleasure beginning to tighten.
"MC," he moaned against your neck, feeling his own release looming nearby.
"That's it, please," you whimpered. "Feel my body, enjoy how good I make you feel."
"Fuck, MC, you're going to make me–" he moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.
"Cum, darling, cum with me," you encouraged. "I can't–" you started to say before your orgasm cut you off. Both of you clutched the other tighter as your mutual release sank its grips into your bodies. He pushed himself fully into you, shuddering as he filled you up with his cum, reveling in your tight walls pulsating around his cock.
Both of you panted as your highs came down. Neither of you wanted to leave this moment, grasping one another.
Lucifer let out an amused hum, and you hummed back, sounding like a question.
"We need a shower, now," he muttered against your shoulder.
"I suppose," you replied quietly. Gently, he pulled away and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.
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By the end of the day, you two had fornicated on every surface you two managed to climb onto or bump into. During your shower, you two got frisky again. At lunch, he was feeding you grapes that turned into fucking on the couch, to which the couch ended up falling backwards at one point. While you were trying to read upstairs, you found yourself being eaten out on the chair under the window, legs spread over the arms of the chair. Not even the staircase was safe, as you managed to return the oral favor to your lover.
"Is the bed the only place we haven't done it?" You mumbled to yourself.
"That can be next," Lucifer retorted, drawing circles on your stomach. You two were laying on the rug in front of the fireplace, naked, beside the overturned couch.
"What's got into you?" You looked over at him to see he was smirking.
"I suppose having you here, all to myself, does that to me," he replied.
"Hm, I guess we'll have to come back," you stated. He gave a soft smile and nodded. You chuckled, and he raised a brow at you. "In your schedule for us, was this part of your plan?"
"Well, I certainly anticipated a little bit of it," Lucifer replied thoughtfully. He got to his feet and helped you to stand as well. Taking your hand in his, he looked at you, now serious. "I just want you to enjoy yourself too."
"I'm having a wonderful time," you stated in a soft voice, smiling.
Both of you managed to finally cook a real meal together for dinner and simply cuddled on the couch after turning it back up, of course.
Only, that lasted for maybe an hour, as you two got handsy again and ended up on the rug again to continue your efforts from earlier. Clothes flung this way and that. Soft touches in front of warm firelight. Quiet gasps and throaty moans sounding out with each kiss and thrust. It was the kind of moment that could only be seared into one's memory because it was so sweet, so intimate. Forgetting such a moment would be truly wasteful. It was beautiful and vulnerable as you both whispered about promises of eternal love and happiness. Promises made of hopes, dreams, comfort, and passion. That was the kind of vulnerability Lucifer could open up to. Even if it wasn't the level you wanted it to be at, it was a start, and it was a large jump from what you two had at the beginning of this story.
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How the obey me side characters would do mc's hair ♡
warnings: f!mc (female main character)
Genre: !fluff
A/n: This a head cannon for the side characters only! And this is also for a mc with long hair. If anyone wishes for this head Cannon with the brothers/ a mc with medium or short hair; let me know!
(Bonus! A cute pic of baby Simeone aghafagva)
Solomon
Oh boy- Let's just say with a little magic here and there, you end up looking like a witch with ghost/souls rising from your head. This man thinks everything revolves around magic, and therefore, nothing CAN'T be done without it... Or so he thinks. The only good thing out of him doing your hair, is the remarkable smell. Yes, it may look completely horrifying but at least it smells nice. It smells like Jasmine, with a hint of Rosemary. Quite pleasant, if I may add.
Simeone
We all know Simeone is more of an, elegant, soft, and pure type. So you should expect that type of style. I mean think about it; he's an Angel. And so he would obviously give you an angelic hairstyle. It takes him a while to do your hair though, but do be patient with him! It's not often that he gets to sit and do someone's hair, not to mention,, your hair. He is a bit nervous since he's never did something like this before, and he want's to be as gentle and delicate with you as possible. Almost like a mother giving their first child their first bath. So of course it takes him a while to actually do your hair. But believe me when I say the wait was worth it; As I said before, you look like a complete angel. The most angelic of angels actually. Your hair is neatly braided into 2 braids, with each of them carefully rested on your shoulders. They're decorated with your f/c flowers, and very tiny hair pins that sparkle like diamonds, and what looks like gold hair glitter. At the top right side of your hair rests the healthiest, handpicked, f/c flower that blossoms so bright that it's practically blinding. It's the biggest of them all, and honestly seals the deal. Oh and let's not forget about the smell. Oh god is it breathtakingly beautiful. Not just that but weirdly.... Attractive. Of course, there isn't anything in particular he put in your hair on purpose to make it smell so attractive; It's just the aroma from those healthy handpicked flowers. They say the secret ingredient to a food recipe is love. No one ever said it couldn't be that way for hairstyles too.
Luke
Well- What can I say? He tried. Give him a chance, he's a child after all. When you first asked him to do your hair he was taken aback. Shocked to say the least. “W-what? You want ME to do your hair?!” Obviously it's not because he doesn't want to; Oh believe me, he'd LOVE to do your hair. He just doesn't think he'll do a good job, or live it up to your expectations. Of course you don't mind, nor care how “perfect” it is. And neither do you care what anyone else will think about it. Though you saying this has him blushing out of pure embarrassment. I mean, you DID just read right through him as if he TOLD you, he was afraid it wouldn't be “perfect” enough for you. The hairstyle ended up being a bit loose and sloppy, but that didn't matter at all to you; “Oh my god,, Luke this is amazing! I love it!! I have to show everyone else! ” The hairstyle was a cute, loose, side ponytail, that hanged over your shoulder a bit. You had a lot of loose strands of hair and it kind of resembled a messy bun of some sort. It had a cute f/c ribbon tied on the ponytail though, and that's what made it sparkle the most, besides the loving effort that little boy put into giving you such a cute style! “From now on, I'm gonna have to start comin' to you whenever I need a new hairstyle. This is great!” - You said, trying to give him confidence. Little did you know, this was raising his ego piece, by piece.
Barbatos
Now honestly I can't think of a single thing this demon is NOT good at. He loves doing what he does, because he's the best at what he does. That insists of, cleaning, and cooking, while still being responsible of his butler duties. He's never neglectful of any of them either. He takes care of everything as if it's easier than opening a jar of pickles... Well it is for him. He takes care of angry/drunk shitheads without a care in the Devildom, and he also threatens people with nothing but a glare and a smile on his face, and it somehow sends people running away, spineless in the end-... Not physically, but mentally. Anyways, that's for another story. Barbatos wasn't as shocked when you had came to him for him to do your hair. It's not a systematic routine, he's just use to you coming to him and asking for your hair to be done. Which he absolutely adores. He thinks it's cute how you trust him to do your hair. Although he's always busy, he doesn't always have the time to do such things. But whenever he's on break or when he does find himself mindlessly walking around without anything else to do, then you'll get that welcoming text, saying: “Hello, Mc. I'm free as of now. If you still wanted me to style your hair, then feel free to head on over to the castle.” Now, it doesn't usually take him long to do your hair, since he does it from time to time. But there is some type of special event coming up, and you had informed him that you wanted an elegant style. So it took him quite some time, but in the end you looked like a complete goddess. Like a queen ready to be crowned next to her king. The style was a bit loose but only so that it'd be comfortable. There was a bun that set at the back of your head, with a loose piece of hair swooped gently behind your ear, that hair piece covered your eye, just a little. You could still see, and others could still see your eye. It had a green hair pin at the back that rested atop your bun. This hairstyle is basically the hairstyle of a bride; and so you got this wonderful idea;; “Woah... Barbs, this is breathtaking. I look like a bride ready to get married! Say.. Since you did help me with my hair; why not come to the event with me? We can wear matching outfits too, to match my hairstyle! ” Of course he didn't reject you; I mean, how could he? With a face like that, you might as well manipulate the whole Devildom.
Diavolo
Is a future King. That being said he'll treat you like you're his future Queen; Giving you the hairstyle of a queen. Barbatos' hairstyle was the exact replica of a Queen itself. I mean, you both did have compliments thrown at you for how beautiful you looked, and how everyone assumed you'd be having a ring on your finger in no time... Anyways! The point is, Diavolo gave you the exact same style as i mentioned in Barbatos' part. Except, instead of it being a green hair clip, there was obviously a red one WITH a crown! I mean obviously- You're his Queen, and you aren't his Queen without a crown. When he finishes your hair, you're a shocked blushing mess. You didn't expect this to be the style, when you had asked the future King himself to style your hair. But let's be honest, could you have expected any less? “N-no no! It's not that i don't like it... I love it! i do.. But don't you think it's a bit too much? I mean, I'm not even worthy enough to-”
“Nonsense!” He chuckles. “Of course you are worthy enough to have such a style! Besides if we're going to be walking around at the ball dance together, i atleast want everyone to know who you belong to.”
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Hi my apologies I keep requesting I’m so indecisive but now I know what I chose can I request Dianthus Barbatus with Diavolo x Afab reader?
diavolo x afab!reader ;; she/they pronouns
dianthus barbatus; trying to make a loved one smile by any means
a/n: perfectly ok if you couldn't choose! i don't mind :)
MC barely ever smiled often, maybe as much as Barbatos and they weren’t exactly genuine smiles. Diavolo had noticed this, he didn’t mind at first, sometimes he would jokingly compare her to Barbatos in that similar way.
After the first 2 years in the Devildom, Diavolo ended up falling for MC. He confessed only a month after. Which they accepted. Diavolo still didn’t know if they accepted out of the kindness of not hurting him, or out of true affection.
MC’s emotions remained the same, she still didn’t smile much. Diavolo wanted to change that, but he didn’t want to force them if they didn’t like it, but he truly wanted to see them smile genuinely. He didn’t know how, but he would try.
He knew a lot about her, she knew a lot about him. But, there was something he didn’t know a lot about, her family. She never talked about them much, unless she was asked. That was one thing Diavolo noticed about them; they don’t talk about themselves unless asked.
“Hey MC.” Diavolo said he saw her reading a book in the royal library, and MC looked up at him, “Have you finally finished for the day?” She asked. “Technically no, I’m just taking a break.” Diavolo said, before sitting next to her.
“Does Barbatos know?” They asked, “He does.” Diavolo answered, he pulled her closer to him. MC leaned against him, her eyes looking up at him. “Did you take a break because you wanted to see me?” MC asked. Diavolo nodded, he then went to ask the question.
“You never really talk about your family much, is there a reason why?” He asked. “Which one, the crazy family here or mine in the human world?” MC asked. “Human world, I know all about the one here.” Diavolo said. MC hummed, “I never really know what to talk about, that’s why I wait until someone asks.”.
“Well, can you talk about them to me?” Diavolo asked. MC sighed, “I need something specific to talk about. You know I don’t like rambles.”. “Then, how about your siblings?” He asked. “Well, you already know I have 1 brother and 2 sisters. They’re all younger than me.” MC said.
“My brother is still in high school as far as I’m aware, my two sisters are still in junior high.”. “What about some good times with your siblings? Like your favorite moments?” Diavolo asked. “Well, I remember this one time when I was teaching my brother how to bake a cake for the sister's birthday, he was still a bit small. He went to put the flour away, but due to barely being able to reach it he ended up spilling it all on him.” MC said.
“It took hours to clean up, he was upset he had done it. So just to make him feel better I put some on myself, even though it ruined the shirt I was wearing.” MC said, Diavolo saw a small smile creeping up onto her mouth. “Our sisters ended up walking in and finding us, they thought we were playing with snow in the kitchen.” MC gave a small chuckle.
“So while the cake was baking, we were pretending the flour was snow and the kitchen was such a mess, our parents made all of us clean it up after the cake was done, we were banned from baking for a month because of it.” MC started laughing, her smile bright and genuine. Diavolo’s heart almost melted at the sight.
It was even more beautiful than he imagined. Diavolo smiled back and laughed, he did find the story funny. He never had the chance to learn how to bake, nor did he ever have siblings to do that with. It was the reason why he loved hearing other people's stories with their siblings, especially MC’s. He would definitely be asking her more about them.
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a/n: actually based this story off of my own expeirence with my older sister and older brother (i'm the baby)
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