#diavolo x femreader
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Losses and Gains, Pt. 4
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CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. *Smut scene: romance-centered sex, daddy dom dynamics, use of gendered terms i.e. good girl, princess, fingering, creampie
Themes: Romance. DiavoloxMC. Sex.
Characters: Diavolo, MC, mention Barbatos.
Minors and ageless blogs DNI
18+ only
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"And this..." Diavolo said, grabbing the doorhandle and then swinging the door ahead of you two open, "Is your bedroom."
Once inside, you gasped. It was beautiful. Every furnishing and item was that of high luxury, between the satin sheets on the bed to the furniture engraved with gold ornate markings. The color scheme of the room was... somehow perfect to you.
"What do you think?" Diavolo asked quietly, watching your reaction as you walked around the room.
"It's perfect," you stated. "I... like it very much." Immediately, the desk in the corner under a window got your attention, and you walked over to it to see several books and a notepad out. You read the notes, realizing it was your own writing. They consisted of things of finances, law, etiquette, and what seemed to be historical facts.
"What was I studying?" You asked, inferring from the things you found on the desk.
"Well, you are a student at RAD, as you were told, but you were also learning how to be a royal to..." he trailed off for a moment. "To become queen."
Your head snapped up, looking at Diavolo. "Oh," is all you could say. You realized that indeed, if you were betrothed to the prince, it would make sense to be a royal as well. Putting everything back, you looked around again, and then finally sat at the foot of your bed.
"What are you thinking about?" Diavolo asked, joining you and sitting directly next to you.
"It's just a lot to take in. It's rather... fantastical to think I would be a demon for one, and then the idea of becoming a queen for two. It's like a fairytale," you said, looking at the floor.
"I see," you heard Diavolo say, sounding disappointed.
You drug your gaze up to him again, and he looked back at you.
"I'm sorry that I'm not who you want me to be," you said abruptly.
Diavolo looked at you in confusion.
"I can tell, this entire time, you've been watching me, waiting for me to remember everything, or just something, and it just seems like you're constantly disappointed by me," you explained.
"I apologize. You are right, I've been in my head about the entire situation. But that doesn't give me the right to take it out on you, so please, I ask that you forgive me," he said sincerely, taking your hands into his. "I promise we will fix this, we're just not sure how yet."
"What if... what if I never get my memory back?" You asked quietly.
Diavolo paused for a moment, having not let himself have the moment to even consider the possibility.
Diplomatic as ever, he replied, "We'll work it out when we reach that point. For now, we're doing our best to make you comfortable and try to give you some normalcy."
You had an idea, "Can... I ask you some questions? To get to know you better?"
Diavolo smiled and nodded. You scooted yourself back, settling onto the bed, and he followed your lead, lying next to you, shoulder-to-shoulder.
"Go on," he encouraged.
"You said I was the best friend you never had, what did you mean by that?"
"Ah... You see, I lived a rather lonely and isolated childhood. I didn't have siblings like Lucifer and his brothers. My mother died after I was born, and my father was rather strict during my youth and became more and more absent as I grew up. I didn't have any friends until Barbatos came along," Diavolo replied.
"That's... so sad," you said immediately.
"But when I have you, it's the most fulfilling thing to me. Just to be in your presence makes me feel surrounded in love," he said rather sweetly, turning his head to look at you. You couldn't help but smile and nod.
"Alright. What made you like me? Or why are you attracted to me?" You asked.
"Hmm, there's so many things, it might be a while," Diavolo teased. "What made me like you was how even in the faces of torment and turmoil, you always put on a brave face, even if it was painful. I respect you a lot for that. You're also incredibly kind and charming to everyone you meet, and you don't even have to try. I also love how playful you are with me," he stated. "As for being attracted to you, the moment you were summoned to the Devildom, I was smitten by you, but I didn't want to complicate things or make you feel like you had to say yes to me just because of my position. I never wanted to disrespect your boundaries."
He then rolled to his side and looked down at you as he propped himself up on one elbow. "I always thought you were incredibly sexy. It's hard for me to keep my eyes off of you. I'm fairly certain everyone but you could see how much I burned for you when you were nearby," he murmured.
Your breath hitched, and suddenly you were drowning in desire.
"I-I'll admit, when I saw you last night, I was... rather happy to hear you're my fiancé. I thought you were very handsome..." you stated.
Diavolo gave you a coy smile and raised one brow. "Is that right? That's good to hear," he purred.
"Forgive me if this is forward... but... what all have we, um, done?"
"How do you mean?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, well– I mean– I just– Oh hell, this is stupid," you muttered. In a quick motion, you rolled onto your side and planted your lips on his, swinging a leg over his hip.
Instantly, he grabbed your leg and pulled you closer, and his arm wriggled under you to pull the rest of your body to his. All of a sudden, you felt very warm, and you realized he was also warm. Your hands curled into his lapel, fighting the urge to go wild. At the same time, your tongue, as well as his, lashed out at one another, deepening the kiss.
I told myself I wasn't going to do this, Diavolo thought to himself.
After several minutes of trying to swallow each other, he pulled away first. "Oh, I see. Yes, we've done that, many times," Diavolo replied, smirking at you.
"Would you mind showing me what it was like?" You murmured, staring at the button of his jacket that you fiddled with as you fought to get your breathing under control. His hand went up to your chin to lift it, so you'd look at him.
But if that's what she wants...
"Is that what you want?"
With a look that only resembled desire and desperation, you nodded.
Then fuck it.
*He pulled you into his embrace and kissed you again. Gently, he pushed you onto your back and straddled your hips, unbuttoning and unbuckling his coat, tossing it aside.
The prince had your pure and undivided attention. He moved with grace, and you couldn't help but feel small beneath him. He stared you down as he loosened his tie, and your eyes shot to his large hands with long, slender fingers. When he unbuttoned his shirt, you watched with equal fascination, and the more he revealed, the more you salivated over him.
"That hasn't changed. You're looking at me as if you'd devour me," he commented on your trance-like state.
"I might," you whispered. He chuckled and continued until he completely bared his upper body to you. Sitting back up on one elbow, you reached up and let your hand run over his chest and abs. Your gaze flickered upward to his eyes, and he watched you with equal curiosity. Timidly, your hand rested on his slacks, pausing for a silent question.
"Go on," he encouraged you.
You unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, and then let your fingers trace over the outline of his hardened member over the fabric, causing him to hiss quietly.
He leaned over and placed a hungry kiss on your lips, his hand roaming your body over your own clothes. Rolling off of you, he positioned himself next to you so you could sit up, and he helped you out of your blouse and bra, tossing them aside. Laying back down, he worked the rest of your clothes off, sending his slacks and underwear along with them into the same heap on the floor.
Once you two were completely naked, you ogled at his body above you. He was so large, muscular, and broad. It took several seconds for your brain to start registering the real world again, and immediately, without hesitation, your eyes flicked downward to find his heavy and hard cock twitching near your thigh. Just like the rest of the demon above you, it was large, but you couldn't help but be even more aroused.
Blinking a few times and collecting yourself, you looked up. "Sorry for staring," you said quietly. "I just... how'd I get so lucky?"
"It's endearing," Diavolo replied warmly. "Though, I'd argue I'm the luckiest being in all three realms to have you as my own." He lowered himself down onto you, and instinctively, you brought your thighs up around his hips. He planted a soft kiss on your lips while you carded your hands through his rusty locks to keep him close.
"You wanted to know what it was like," he started to say in a low voice, "But I must tell you, it was rarely ever the same."
He began kissing your neck as he grabbed a hold of your waist. Continuing, he murmured against your flesh, "Sometimes it was sweet, full of whispers of love and promises of eternity." His teeth then sunk into your skin, not enough to pierce the flesh, but enough to cause you to jump and gasp. "Other times, we got a little rough. I loved hearing you call me daddy, begging for me to please you."
Pulling away, Diavolo looked down at you again. "But no matter what, making love to you is something I consider to be sacred, and I take a lot of pride in it," he said to you in a low whisper.
Your voice got caught in your throat, and your eyes went wide. The echo of a foreign thought bounced in your mind, one that didn't feel like your own, but you realized it was a far-away memory.
You know I can never tell you no.
Finally swallowing, you said, "You know I can never tell you no."
It was Diavolo's turn to widen his eyes in shock. "Darling," he whispered.
"That was something you said, yes? I heard it in your voice in my mind just now," you stated. A smile threatened to grace his lips, and he suddenly wrapped himself around you, holding you very tightly against him.
"I did. You remembered," he whispered.
"I-I'm sorry..." you whispered. "That's all I remember, but I'm glad I do."
"That's alright, it's a start," he replied before feverishly kissing you. Hearing how happy he was enough to spark fires of delight and wonder in you, seeking to know more.
"Diavolo," you whispered, his name foreign but now delicious on your lips.
"Tell me what you want," he ordered.
"Show me how you make love to me," you said.
Leaning onto one side, his now free hand slipped down to your sex, gently cupping it, palming over it lightly. A tiny moan escaped your lips and your eyes fluttered shut as he rubbed a finger into your folds, finding your clit.
"Eyes on me princess," he commanded in a hushed tone, and you opened your eyes again, staring into his golden irises. A small smile crossed his lips as he said, "Good girl."
His finger rubbed over your clit, massaging and encircling it, much to your body's delight. Your hips subtly bucked into his touched as you continued to quietly moan. When his finger slipped down, you gave him a rather pouty look. He smirked at you and used his thumb to continue his ministrations as he gently slid a finger into your entrance.
"Ahh- oh!" You said, somewhat surprised. "Ahh ha, that feels– oh," you tried to say in a quiet, breathy voice.
"I know you can be louder than that, my love. Let me hear you," he called to you. A burning flush dusted your face, neck, and chest, but you nodded.
Very slowly, he pumped his finger in and out of you, stroking your walls deliciously.
"Ohh, oh Diavolo," you moaned out. He added another finger, still stroking you at a slow pace, leisurely delivering sweet pleasure to you. He merely smirked down at you, watching your reactions to his movements.
"I-I need you closer," you grumbled. He leaned in closer per your request, still holding his head above you to watch your face. When he pressed his thumb into your clit, the pressure drove you to squirm around, tensing up. Easing up the pressure, he went back to thumbing your swollen bud as your slick desire coated his hand and your thighs.
"Dia– I-I need..." You trailed off, your breath hitching as your climax drifted closer and closer.
"Talk to me, baby, what is it?" he purred.
In a whisper, you craned your neck to his ear, "I need more of you. I want your cock inside me. I want to feel all of you."
When you relaxed back, his gaze was so full of want, need, desire, lust, love. He was desperate to hear those words from you.
Slowly, he removed his hand from your core and brought himself to lie on top of you. You parted your legs wide for him and brought your thighs around his hips as he settled on you. Both of you intertwined with each other, his hands taking your legs to further wrap around him, and then sinking underneath your back to keep you as close as possible. With little effort, his hips tilted up and the head of his cock nudged into your entrance.
Your eyes widened, and he saw the nervous look on your face.
"You can tell me to stop if you want," he whispered. "Please don't be afraid to say anything." You nodded and tried to relax again.
"Keep going," you whispered back.
With your consent, he sunk his hips down to yours, his cock gliding right into your soft and wet cunt. Both of you moaned in mutual enjoyment, also much to your mutual delight in one another.
"Y-You... oh my–" you tried to say, gasping as he was still sliding into you. "You feel really good," you finally said breathlessly.
"Mm, so do you," he replied in a sultry tone. He leaned his head down to kiss you, your needy lips deepening the kiss as you sought to get more. His member hit a sweet spot in you, and you moaned into his mouth and took his bottom lip in your teeth, gently biting. When you released it, he pulled his neck back to look at you.
"Does that feel good?" He asked with a small smile. You nodded eagerly and rested your hands on his shoulders, hanging on for whatever ride he was about to take you on. He stilled for a moment, letting you both feel one another, savoring how your drenched walls hugged his cock so well, and you with how perfectly filled up you felt with his warm throbbing cock inside.
Your chest started to feel heavy, and a pooling heat built up inside your abdomen the longer you two stayed that way, and finally you whimpered, "Daddy."
Diavolo's gaze darkened at that name, that sweet, sweet name. "Yes, my little love?" He cooed back, his chest vibrating against yours as he spoke.
"Please, I want more, daddy," you pleaded pitifully.
"I can't say no to you," he replied, and he hungrily kissed you again as he withdrew, but only about halfway, before easing back into you. The drag of his cock against your clenching walls nearly sent you overboard, and it was all you could do to quietly sob at how good it felt.
He stayed at that pace for a while, just slowly building up both of your pleasure with his relaxed thrusts. Fiery kisses were placed along your jaw, neck, and chest, decorating you in plumes of red as he marked you gently. Your chorus of moans filled the room, singing out your blissful enjoyment of this demon above you.
The angle of his thrusts just barely changed, and he started pressing into that spongey, soft button, and all too quickly, that build-up of pleasure started to stack up, and tears threatened to fall at the corners of your eyes from how intense it felt.
"D-Diav– I– Oh..." You mewled. "I'm going to– I can't–" you tried to say, but the pressure was building, and all you could think about was that knot that was tightening in rapid steps, your breathing becoming labored.
"That's it, you're so close. I want you to cum, princess, cum for me," he purred, finally increasing the rate of his thrusts. You squirmed beneath him, and your core tightened around his cock.
Quickly, your words just became nonsensical babbles, panting as your internal knot just kept tightening, not letting you topple over the edge of immeasurable pleasure. He grunted as his own pleasure started to peak, pushing him to thrust faster, to give you all he had. The sounds of your moans, skin slapping as his hips met yours, the headboard of the bed slamming into the wall, it all made for such an erotic symphony of noises, he just needed to hear one more thing.
"Please, my love, cum with me," he moaned to you. His rhythm was lost as he slammed a few hard thrusts into you, and that's when you finally let loose, your coils breaking, and the floods of your heated euphoria encased every nerve in your body.
"Ahh! Daddy!" you wailed as you came fully apart beneath him, seeing the entire cosmos when your eyes screwed shut.
"Fuck– MC," he moaned as he found his release, tightening his hold on you. He sank himself fully into you as his cock throbbed, releasing his hot cum deep into you. Your warm juices ran out, flowing over his cock and seeping out of you.
*You buried your face into his neck as you trembled, trying to come down from the high. The little whimpers escaping your lips were getting quieter, and your grip on his shoulders eased up. And he simply just held you, giving you as much time as you needed.
After a few minutes, you finally went limp and released your hold on Diavolo. Carefully, he untangled himself from you and proceeded to clean you up. He disappeared for a few minutes to do the same for himself, returning to you in the position he left you in, spread out on his bed, eyes closed. He crawled back in beside you and pulled you into his embrace. You snuggled up into his naked body, embracing the heat he provided.
"I love you," he muttered into the top of your head. "I know you don't remember and you don't have to say it, but I simply had to tell you."
You simply brought your hand up over your head to caress his cheek in silent reply. It went without saying, you could tell this demon loved you very much, and it nearly broke your heart to know you couldn't say it back, but you hoped eventually you could.
Feeling exhaustion take hold from everything that happened, even though it was barely midmorning, your body relaxed and you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
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hmmm could i request diavolo, lucifer and their fem!s/o having a threesome together maybe?;) either a fic or headcanons works, whichever you prefer
Diavolo x fem! s/o x Lucifer threesome
hii honey..! <3 I planned to make hc yet ended up writing the whole fic.. Also, writing for threesome is harder than usual NSFW so please don't be shy to tell if something is wrong!! ^^
femreader, drunk sex, oral (giving/receiving), teasing, begging, anal fingering (receiving), crempie, rough sex, double penetration;; 2474 words;;
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
;MINORS DNI;
How did you even was able to turn everything this way..?
Because Lucifer is kinda possessive. He is an avatar of pride after all and, despite his respect for his boss, it was kinda hard for him to think about you talking with Diavolo, let alone share you with the young Lord... But they said you just should fight fire with fire, aren't they?
So in one day, when you and Lucifer decided to pay a visit to Dia, just a small innocent visit, you decided to act. And soon instead of tea Barbatos served you three expensive Demonus, as you kept raising toast and having fun. Well, maybe the cunning servant quickly realized what you were planning to do, as he kept bringing more bottles of strong hellish wines.
And of course both of your targets got too much Demonus. As this devilish alcohol does not affect humans, it was kinda amusing to watch these two get drunk..
...well, before they both, without even talking properly about this to each other, lead you into Lord's bedroom.
"Don't worry that much, s/o.." - Dia mumble, trying to make his casual wide smile, yet it turns out more awkward and weak as he already can feel his dick twitching inside pants. Maybe he never admits it, yet he does have this type of fantasy with you and Luci before.
"Despite you having such a surprising look, I totally can tell you expected something like this, huh..?" - a low chuckle escaped Lucifer's mouth as he tried to unbutton his uniform.
Well.. otherwise you wouldn't encourage them to drink after drink, would you? So maybe he does have a point.. But who cares, if both demons are already bold enough to open their souls and show their deepest desires, as now, after they quench their thirst with infernal wine, hunger awoke in their bodies..
But before.. some long, steady foreplay as you sit on Lucifer's laps, back pressed to his chest. Warmth of his body makes you tingle, as he starts covering your whole neck and shoulders in kisses, bites and hickeys (he still wants to mark his territory).. While Dia's hands start caressing your body, slowly get down and remove the last pieces of your clothes, throwing away your skirt and panties. He indeed was kinda impatient, wanting nothing but to see your beautiful form in front of him, to taste his precious human.
"Such a beautiful view and just for me?" - he chuckled, stroking your trembling hips. Dia licks his lips, as his cloudy eyes admire your cunt, a storm of thoughts about all different things he can do now hits his mind and he looks up at you with a smug smirk.
..seeing the Demon Lord himself sitting here, between your thighs, with such a face was something and you can't help but whine, spreading your legs a little.
"Oh? It looks like our little doll is already so impatient.." - Lucifer smirks, sending shivers down your spine as his arms quickly caress you too, grasping on boobs, tickling waist, before getting to your heated core. Another whimper breaks from your mouth as you try to squirm a little.. But even though absolutely drunk, Dia was surprisingly strong, so he immediately catches your legs and holds them in place while Lucifer slowly spreads your pussy lips, revealing your already quite wet folds and pulsing clit to their hungry gazes..
"I think we shouldn't waste time, don't you think?" - Lucifer cooed, and it was kinda strange to see him being in charge of his boss, yet it looks like Diavolo doesn't mind at all, too busy admiring your naked body. And such phrase.. that was enough for him to go feral. Fast, hungry licks from the start as he makes your whole body shake from such intensive thrusts of his hot tongue. All you were able to do it's just moan, gripping Luci's hand. All thoughts fade away and your mind is absolutely blank, your whole body concentrated on your pulsing cunt. Dia was sloppy yet so fast and passionate, sucking your clit with such strength like all his life depends on it.. And Lucifer's hands on your breast as he keeps squeezing sensitive nipples between fingers doesn't help, but makes you even more aroused. All his touches were more accurate, because while Dia was completely lost in his urge to gobble you up hungrily, to savor every last drop of your juices, Luci was still in mind and wanted to tease you a little, to hear more of your shameful moans.. You can whine and whimper as much as you want, begging him to stop playing with your breast, he will not stop. After all, due to how you arch your back, moaning loud, you do enjoy such attention from them both, do you?
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..Just how much time passes? You don't know, as you get lost in pleasure, all the muscles tensed up as you feel another knot forming at the bottom of your stomach. Maybe it was your third orgasm? You can't clearly tell as Diavolo didn't stop even for a second, gladly sucking all your cum and keep abusing your folds more and more, as he just can't get enough.
"Mm? Are you close again?" - Luci cooed right in your ear, noticing how your breath became rapid and your hips moved in one rhythm with the aggressive fast thrust of Dia's tongue. While he's lick deep inside you, tight grip on your thighs so you wouldn't squirm too much, Luci also helps you reach the edge, squeezing, pushing and teasing your throbbing clit.
He can see your blushing face, as you bite your lip, trying to muffle such beautiful sounds, as you shut your eyes, oversensitive now with all these touches… You suddenly arch your back, freezing in place for a moment, and then a wave of goosebumps rush over you body, engulfing you in pleasure. Already weak voice get even more high pitched as you moan loudly, pushing your hips to Dia face. Needless to say that he keeps being glued to your pussy, enjoying the warmth of your folds..
Every small detail gets straight to both demons' memories, and Luci will totally tease you about that after.
But right now, when you are finally prepared well for something more, all that they want is to see more.. Your sweet taste and desperate whines had no more than whetted their appetite.
"Darling, please.." - Dia finally pulls away, looking at you with deep, hungry eyes, such a possessive gaze that makes you shiver. - "I can't take it any more..I need to feel you.."
That's when the real Lord's side, not that goofy and charming one, wakes up. As now all he wants is to drown in your body, to get as closer as he always wishes..
"Then i think it's time for our birdie to also work with her mouth, hm?" - Lucifer chuckles, and moves a little.
Without any words, they quickly change positions, laying you in bed on your stomach. Now, when you faced Lucifer, more exactly his hips, you noticed a hard bulge in his pants that was pushing your back all this time, making you wonder about how his dick looks.. Well now you also have the opportunity to taste it.
Then you suddenly gasp, feeling Dia's arms on your hips, grasping soft skin with greed. He already left so many bruises and hickeys on your inner thighs, yet now decided to mark your hips too.
With trembling hands, you slowly unzip Luci's pants, revealing a long cock in front of you, the tip of his head already in pre-cum. He chuckles, noticing how your eyes widened a little and patted your head.
"What's wrong? Afraid you can't take it?"
You just scoff and lick your lips, first just touching him with your arms, fingertips gently go over his whole length, low groans of prideful demon telling you how much he likes it, as grip on your hair gets a little stronger. While Dia finally got rid of his pants too, hands quickly wrapped around your ass again. Despite his whole body was aching for finally just fuck you, he still decided to prolong small foreplay, caressing your wet folds with his dick, soaking in your juices and mixing them with his precum.
"Mm.. Dia, please.." - you can't help but mumble, tickling the sensitive skin of Luci's dick with your hot breath, as your cunt was also aching for some wild, fast pounding. Dia's tongue was good, but you wanted to feel yourself full and stretched with something bigger..
You and him groan breathless at the same time as his head finally pushes into your walls, and he immediately thrust fully inside you, pressing your trembling hips to his. For a moment you both froze, hitted with pleasure, all your sensation concentrated in your pussy as you kept clenching around him, sinking his hot cock deeper and deeper. Too carried away, your grasp on the base of Lucifer's dick, mewling and whimpering. Well, maybe you do look cute with such a pathetic face but demon groans, getting impatient. With his hand on your hair he pushes your head closer to his pulsing glans, dominating sharp gaze tells you everything better than any words.
So you open your lips a little, placing a passionate kiss on the tip of his dick, slowly getting down and peppering his whole length with kisses. You just wanted to tease him too, and it looked like Luci kinda liked it, watching as you tried so hard to amuse him.
Yet it was kinda hard to concentrate when Dia started finally moving, stretching you open wide with his cock, as almost immediately he started with a fast pace, too hungry for any slow gentle sex right now. And it was just what you needed, as you lifted your hips and spread your legs wider, enjoying how his dick grinding against your walls. His hands keep stroking your cheeks and slowly his fingertips get closer to your asshole, tickling tight muscles.
"Don't you worry, s/o.." - Dia can't help but let out a low chuckle, noticing as you turn to him a little confused. - "I should prepare you for the next round too, don't you think..?"
Next round? Tingles run down your spine right to your heated core as you just thought about what would wait for you tonight..
"Well, if she would deserve this second round.." - Lucifer interrupts your thoughts, smirking. - "You have some work to do here.."
Nodding, you lick his whole length and finally take him in your mouth and small vibrations tickle him as you keep moaning even with dick in your mouth. Dia just was too good, hitting your g spot with every thrust, whimpering and mumbling about how tight you are around his cock. It feels like your clenching walls are almost melting him in its warmth, sending him over the edge as he gets faster. And no, he did not plan to cum anytime soon, as demon was waiting too long to finally have a taste of your passion. Even drugged by your body, to all this delight he finally feels, Dia can last for a long time, wishing to please you as much as he can.
While Luci wanted you to please him. And you did a good job, sucking him so obediently as he leads you with his arm, setting a right pace. Your hot tongue around his cock makes him bite his lips as this demon also starts getting more local. Just a few minutes and you find all his soft places, moaning louder on purpose just to hear as low groans break from his chest.
Now the whole room was filled with the whimpers and groans of you three, as soonly you were able to catch up with Dia's pace, moving your lips around dick in your mouth with the same rhythm.
You feel as Luci's dick begins to swell and twitch in your mouth as he leaned back against the pillows, his breathing began to falter, and his fingers tightened on the back of your head. All his movements were kinda sloppy now, as he slowly got closer and closer, melting in your hot wet mouth.
"Fuck.. S/o.. Keep your pretty mouth like that, and look me right in the eyes, I want to see your face when you would savor my semen.."
While Dia's movements become more ragged as he roughly fuck you. He lost all his sanity, just grasping on your hips with a shaky hand, while another one kept playing with your anus, fingers pushing tight walls here too. He pounds you faster and faster, stretching your clenching pussy with force, his dick pulsing more and more.
"S/o.. Please.. Let me cum inside.. Let me make you mine.."
It looks like you three were almost on edge, the room was filled with moans and wet sounds of body slapping to each other.
Three bodies reach the climax and two pairs of arms grasp your body tightly, as two men call your name, lost in their orgasm. You were overflowing with mind shattering pleasure, if they hadn't held you with all their strength you would already collapse on bed, legs too weak now... Your pussy clenched around Dia even harder as his thick cum filled your hot walls. He keeps with fast pace for a little before eventually slowing down, sloppy thrusting in you, spreading last drops of his semen in your cunt.
Same big shoot of cum hit your throat as Luci push your head, almost face fucking you. His deep satisfied groan makes you tingle, as you keep licking his dick, almost cleaning it from all sperm, mixing it with your saliva.
For a few moments you all just breathe heavily, trying to calm down. Of course you notice Luci's playful cunning gaze and needy strokes of Dia's hands on your ass..
They both change their position again, carrying your weak trembling body. And even as you feel absolutely drained, as soon as you notice that their dick still hard and ready for more, your pussy throb, asking for more too..
You lean back to Dia's big chest as he holds your thighs. Luci stands in front of you, and now you are sandwiched between them too, their hot bodies send shivers down your spine.
"So, darling, what do you think? Can't take us both..?" - Luci purr, and you felt as two pulsing dicks pressing to your clenching in anticipation holes.
That was not the end. Just very very begging.. begging of long night with two men who will not let you go so easily now, fucking you until any thoughts would disappear from your pretty head, and only their names would be aching in your mind now..
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A Divine Triad, Pt. 6
Welcome, welcome readers. This is Part 6 of "A Divine Triad."
I feel the need to address this on this part: if I catch you in my notifications without an age on your blog or you are a minor, I will block you immediately.
Anyway! I don't think y'all are ready for this part. It's super long so hold tight!
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CW: MC is poly and afab. she/her pronouns are used. suggestive speech before smut scene. This part is pure smut, and smut scenes start with a pink asterisk (*): threesome, unprotected sex, explicit description of male and female genitalia, fingering, squirting, orgasm denial, daddy doms, oral [m! and f! receiving and giving], spitroast, creampie, use of names: daddy, good girl
themes: DiavoloxMCxLucifer, sex, romance,
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"Well, what do we have here?" a voice called from the direction of the door, the sound of a lock turning behind it.
You stiffened immediately, knowing the sound of that voice.
"I remember saying to let her rest, did I not, Lucifer?" Diavolo inquired.
Lucifer broke from the kiss and relinquished you. He stared at you with his eyes half-lidded, still full of lust and need for you. In his mind, he was trying to calm himself down, thinking of stringing up any of his brothers to distract from how you looked pushed up against a wall and his body only moments ago.
After several seconds, Lucifer stood to the side and both of you looked at Diavolo.
Diavolo stood in front of the closed bedroom door with his arms crossed. He didn't look or sound angry, per se, just surprised. He walked over to where you and Lucifer were standing, stopping right in front of you, facing you, with Lucifer still to the side, facing Diavolo.
Diavolo continued, "Are you feeling better?" You nodded. "Good, I'm glad," he said.
Without warning, Diavolo then pushed you back into the wall, just as Lucifer had, and started fiercely kissing you as well. Your eyes went wide at the prince's sudden moves, and you couldn't help but side-eye Lucifer, who looked at you with mild shock, but, if your imagination wasn't playing tricks on you, you also saw traces of desire from watching you.
Diavolo's hands made their way to cupping your jaw, now sending his tongue to invade your mouth, wildly lapping at your lips and running across your teeth. He tasted like fresh Demonus, and it was rather enjoyable, so your eyes closed as you melted into him. Your hands dug into his bare waist, and you could feel both of your heartbeats thundering wildly against each other's chests.
Finally, Diavolo released your lips and gazed into your eyes, with his hands now on your waist, he spoke, "It's really unfair to keep her all to yourself like that, Lucifer."
Lucifer remained silent, unsure of whether to answer. It was hard to peel your eyes away from Diavolo's penetrating gaze.
"My guests and I were starting to miss her, so I wanted to see for myself that she was alright. Though, given how frenzied you were when you left, Lucifer, I'm not surprised to find you like this." He finally turned his head to look at the Avatar of Pride, with a smirk. "Though, had I been as close as you were to her, I may have been too."
You watched in mild confusion and shock during the silent exchange of glances between the two demons.
Lucifer finally responded, not backing down, "Well, if she wasn't such a tease." His gaze shifted down to you. "Dancing like that, it was like she was begging for me to take her," he said with a smirk.
"Indeed, she was rather enamoring. I could hardly focus on what I was talking about. All I could think about was getting her back in my arms," Diavolo mused, looking back at you as well.
Your mouth was agape, and your eyes kept flickering back and forth between the demons, unable to register what was going on here. They're joking right now, right? Right? you thought. But there was something rather exciting about the exchange, too.
"And that scent she was emitting, I'm sure there wasn't a demon there who didn't want her," Lucifer purred.
Diavolo's chuckle vibrated against your body as he was still pressed up against you. "Intoxicating, was it not?" he asked.
"Still is, it looks like she's enjoying this," Lucifer replied.
Diavolo pulled you from the wall and then positioned you to face Lucifer, with putting himself behind you.
"I guess we could share," Diavolo said into your ear. Lucifer grabbed one of your hands and pulled it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.
"I suppose, if she's willing," Lucifer concurred. Diavolo grazed his fingertips against your bare shoulders, causing you to shiver.
Diavolo continued, "How about it? What do you want?" he whispered into your ear.
You swallowed thickly. "Wh-what about the ball..." you squeaked out.
Diavolo chuckled, "Barbatos will see everyone out. I did tell him if I didn't return to do so."
Lucifer kissed his way up your arm and stopped, "So, what do you want?"
*"Both of you, I want both of you," you whispered. Your heart felt like it stopped when the words left your lips.
Lucifer smirked at you and continued his ministrations on your arm and made his way to your collarbone, up your neck, and finally landed on your lips. Diavolo's hands were busy slowly unzipping the back of your dress as he kissed your shoulder blades. Once it was unzipped, it fell down in a puddle at your feet.
Admiring you, Diavolo whispered in your ear, "So stunning." Lucifer broke your kiss and let his eyes wander down the front of you.
"I couldn't agree more, she's perfect," Lucifer purred. He helped you step out of your gown and kicked it aside. "Though, I'd like a full view," he added.
He turned you around to face Diavolo. Diavolo immediately captured your lips with his, hungrily tasting you and attacking your tongue with his, running his hands up and down your arms. Lucifer planted kisses down your spine and knelt down to tug at your black lace panties, letting them fall to your feet. He stood again, pressing himself into your back, and found that spot on the back of your neck that drove you wild, attacking it with his tongue and teeth, all while unhooking your bra and tossing it.
You moaned into Diavolo's mouth at the sensations on your neck, feeling the ache in your core only wind up tighter, like a spring that's ready to pop. You couldn't let yourself think too much about what was happening, because if you did, you knew your rational mind would tell you to run. But everything felt so good, their touch made your heart and body sing in unison.
Diavolo pulled away from your lips, and to your surprise when you opened your eyes, he was in his regular form. He walked backwards toward the bed, taking your hand to follow. Sitting on the mattress, he turned you around and pulled you onto his lap, your legs spread to hook around his to face and expose yourself to the demon approaching you. Lucifer was also now in his regular form. He removed his coat and gloves, rolling up his shirt sleeves. He bent down to you and made out with you while Diavolo's hand slowly worked its way to your dripping sex. When his fingers grazed your vulva, you jolted, unprepared for the electricity you felt.
Diavolo's fingers slipped into your folds, gently rubbing circles into your clit. Moaning into Lucifer's mouth, your hips bucked forward into Diavolo's hand.
Though technically none of their moves were new for you, having the both of them worship your body like this at the same time was other-worldly.
Lucifer pulled away and held his face in front of yours. Almost as though he read your thoughts, he said, "Do you like us both worshipping you? Both of us making you moan and feel good?" You nodded. Diavolo's teeth grazed your ear lobe as his slipped two fingers into your entrance. Gasping, your eyes started to close as your pleasure mounted and you turned your head.
Growling, Diavolo said, "I can tell she does, she's so wet. We must have really worked her up."
Then, Lucifer grabbed your chin and pulled it up and demanded, "Look at me while you're being fingered. I want to see your pretty eyes."
You opened your eyes and stared straight into Lucifer's crimson ones. It was hard to keep your focus, when all you wanted was to hide your embarrassment.
"Don't be shy now, dove, you're beautiful," Lucifer cooed. His praise heightened your arousal, and Diavolo was now hitting that sweet spot inside of you with his digits. You started panting and rolling into the pleasure you felt. Diavolo's free hand snatched your hip to keep you still, as you were grinding against his erection and driving him wild.
"Are you going to cum?" Diavolo whispered, feeling your walls clenching down and your legs tightening. You nodded. Diavolo looked to Lucifer, "Should we let her?"
Lucifer smirked and looked at you. "I don't know, I'm not sure she deserves to just yet," he mused.
"Please," you whimpered, as Diavolo slightly retreated from that spongey spot in your core, teasing you and holding that orgasm just out of your reach while his thumb barely grazed your clit.
"Please what?" Diavolo growled.
This time a whine escaped your lips, "Please Daddy, I want to cum."
Lucifer grabbed your jaw firmly, bending over to bring his face right in front of yours again. "Oh? You call him Daddy too, do you?"
Your eyes widened and when he released your jaw you stammered, "No- I- wait."
"Is that right? I'm afraid there can only be one," Diavolo purred into your ear, biting your lobe harder.
"So, who is it, dove? Who's your Daddy?" Lucifer asked, his tone slightly menacing but also teasing. It felt like whole your body was on aflame from embarrassment and arousal. You simply shook your head, unable to answer. Diavolo tutted you in your ear.
"I think we should make her wait, see if she can be a good girl for us," Lucifer growled, glaring at you for your mistep. You whimpered as Diavolo's fingers slipped from you, denying your release.
Diavolo unhooked your legs and helped you off his lap to stand; you were wobbly from being so close to your orgasm, and it was hard to keep your knees from buckling. He stood behind you and took off his coat, tie, and shirt. You heard the unbuckling of his belt and felt him brush against you as he removed his trousers and underwear.
Turning you around, Diavolo pulled you back onto the bed with him. He was fully reclined, and you were on your knees, bent at the hips. You saw his hard cock, and without hesitation he took your hand and placed it on his throbbing member. He hissed as you grasped it, and his hand shot to your head, gently pulling it down. Getting the hint, you bowed your head and slowly took the head of his cock into your warm, wet mouth. A moan escaped his lips, and he watched as you continued lowering your mouth down his shaft, taking in as much as you could.
Behind you, Lucifer disrobed as well. He stood at the edge of the bed, just an inch away from your ass that was stuck out in the air, just for him to grab a hold of and knead with his strong hands. This made you moan onto Diavolo's cock, the vibrations sending bursts of pleasure to him. Diavolo grabbed the top of your head to hang on to as your mouth worked him over, creating a deliriously wonderful suction, bobbing your head up and down.
To your surprise, Lucifer began playing with your pussy, rubbing your clit just how you like it. Your body quivered with pleasure as he pushed onto that sensitive bud, causing you to lunge forward, but his free hand gripped your hip to pull you back into place. Suddenly, he slipped a finger into your core, working up a fast pace, and then adding a second finger not long after, still rubbing your clit with the other hand. Your cunt made the most delicious noises as he finger-fucked you.
Seeing tears streaming down your face and you starting to gag, Diavolo pulled you off his cock to breathe, seeing spit running down your chin and how your eyes were glazed over, he smiled at how sweet you looked. Lucifer deepened his ministrations and reached that sweet spot again, and you moaned out your appreciation for it.
"Hmm, have you been a good girl yet?" Diavolo asked. You nodded furiously at him.
"Yes, I want to be a good girl, I'll do anything," you pleaded.
"I think she's earned this one, don't you think?" Diavolo inquired. Lucifer responded by pressing harder into your g-spot, furiously ramming his fingers into it, and you sputtered at the intensity of the shocks you felt from it. Your moans turned to sobs in an instant, and all you could say was "Please" over and over. In a sweet voice, Diavolo commanded you, "Cum for us."
He held your head up as your core took the pummeling of Lucifer's fingers. In seconds, your pleas turned into mindless screams as your release sank its teeth into you, unfurling every stretch of your mind that still remained coherent. Your cunt made sickeningly wet noise as you squirted, and you were quiet as a silent scream took hold, unable to voice anything. Lucifer slowed his pace, gently withdrew his drenched fingers from you, and you fell limp onto Diavolo, panting.
Diavolo pulled you up to him, cradling you against him. "You did so well, my love" he whispered, kissing your forehead. When you were a bit more coherent, he tipped up your chin to look at him. "Do you want to stop? Just tell us and we will," he said.
You blinked. "No... I want more," you replied. "I want more of you both." Not exactly sure where your sudden confidence was coming from, you tried to commit to it before your bravery dissipated.
Detaching from Diavolo, you sat up and came back to the edge of the bed, facing Lucifer. Standing upright on your knees, you pulled him down for a kiss, and his arms wrapped around your waist as he returned the kiss softly, almost like an apology for being so rough.
Pulling away, you started kissing down his jaw and neck, which elicited a groan from him. You shuffled back as you continued planting kisses down his chest and torso, bent at the hip on your knees. When you finally reached his groin, you gave searing kisses everywhere but where he desperately wanted to feel you the most.
Behind you, Diavolo rolled onto his back and slid himself underneath you and began to return the favor you gave him by working his tongue into your folds, and he used his hands to massage your thighs and ass, whichever he saw fit to grab.
Finally having enough of the teasing, Lucifer grabbed your chin and stared down at you, looking just a tad menacing. Looking up into his beautiful face, you grabbed his cock in one hand, stroking it slowly. He groaned again but kept his eyes locked on yours as you sent your tongue to lick the length of his dick. How pretty you looked to him when you did that while moaning out your pleasure; it drove him wild.
"Hm, this has got to go," he mused while quickly removing the dozens of pins in your hair. Your hair came tumbling down and he grabbed a hold of it into his fist while you wrapped your mouth around the head of his cock. His hips bucked forward, sending more of his length into your sweet mouth, causing both of you to moan.
Diavolo had started fingering you while still lapping at your drenched pussy, and you were being worked up again, setting up for another orgasm. His fingering caused you to start bucking forward, and Lucifer rolled his hips in sync with you to fuck your face. His head rolled back in pleasure, and his hand squeezed, tightening his hold on your head. Your sob was muffled around his dick, fighting your gag reflex as he relentlessly railed into your mouth.
Your walls were tightening on Diavolo's fingers, it was getting harder and harder to focus on working Lucifer's cock. Lucifer looked back down at you, seeing what a mess you were, gagging on him. He withdrew from your mouth to let you breathe and stroked himself while he watched you. Your moans were hitching and bordering on sobs, and he could see how your thighs were trembling as the crushing weight of your release was about drop onto you.
Once you caught your breath, he fed you his cock once more, thrusting faster than before. He wanted to cum with you. You used your hand stroke him simultaneously with sucking his length, working him up. For Lucifer, seeing you beneath him like that, lips luxuriously rolling up and down his cock, you looking up at him, it was his weakness. He ordinarily wanted to be the one giving instead of receiving, but the way you wanted to please him in equal measure made him melt.
Diavolo used his fingers to incessantly rub into your sweet g-spot, and it was all over for you. With a muffled moan, you chased your release with rocking your hips into his fingers. Your eyes rolled back, and your thighs tightened up around Diavolo's head, trapping him. He vigorously lapped up your cum, moaning his approval of your deliciousness. Reality melted before you, and Lucifer felt you shudder along with your hand grasping his length harder. He gave your mouth just a few more thrusts before pulling away to release onto your neck and chest, watching the drops of his warm load rolling down your chest.
He knelt down to the floor to be face-to-face with you and gave you a series of soft kisses and sweet praises.
"You've been a very good girl for us, you're so perfect and beautiful. I love you so much, my little dove," he whispered on your lips. He cleaned up your chest for you and continued peppering you with kisses.
Beneath you, Diavolo slid out from under you and rolled himself to sit on his knees, directly behind your ass as you were still bent at the hip on your knees. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your folds, getting himself wet with your juices. You whimpered into Lucifer's mouth, knowing what was about to come. Diavolo slipped into your dripping entrance and leaned over you to grab your arms, which you limply gave, and he pulled you up so your back was flush with his chest. His lips grazed your ear, hot breath tickling your scalp, "My turn," he huffed. He bent your arms back and hooked his arms through, effectively pinning you in place.
Lucifer knelt onto the bed in front of you, upright on his knees, and kissed you softly, kneading your breasts. Diavolo was slowly and smoothly rocking his hips into you and resorted to kissing that sweet spot on the back of your neck, which made you try to lurch forward, but Diavolo's hold on you kept you in place.
The stimulation from each demon swirled together into a symphony of bliss that you were subjugated to, and you didn't fight it. Every nerve, every inch of skin, was on fire; but not a roaring fire, it was a simmering glow of the coals as they would when they begin to heat up slowly, the small fires dancing on every nerve ending.
Rather than tensing up, your body relaxed into the pleasure, letting it slowly build in your core. A smile crossed your lips as your head lolled back onto Diavolo's shoulder, eyes closed. He kissed your cheek and jaw, admiring your dreamy expression. Lucifer saw this as well, and kissed down your neck and chest, gently sucking and scraping his teeth against your soft skin. He dropped down to one of your breasts and took a nipple into his mouth. A lewd moan escaped your smiling lips, more joyous and appreciative, contrary to the unfiltered screams from before.
Diavolo purred into your ear, "My, it seems we hit the sweet spot for you, haven't we?"
"Y-Yes," you said breathlessly.
Continuing, Diavolo said, "Is this what you've always wanted? For both of us to make love to you? To worship you like the goddess you are?"
You turned your head toward him, still laying back on his shoulder. He stole kisses from you as he continued to slowly rub his cock into your glorious pussy. He was savoring you just as much, memorizing how gorgeous you look in such a state of heavenly delight. Diavolo loved that they could make you look this way.
Groaning into your mouth, Diavolo reveled at your walls starting to clamp down on his cock and picked up his pace slightly. He broke the kiss and returned to your ear. "I love you so much, I just want to make you feel good, my darling. I want to feel you cum on my cock" he murmured. The fires burning across your body grew hotter, coinciding with the escalation of your moans.
Lucifer came back up and continued to make out with you, his tongue swirling around yours. In efforts to push you over that edge you were nearing, his hand snuck down to your clit and began rubbing circles around it, and his other hand continued massaging one of your breasts. Diavolo dove back down to the spot on your neck and sucked hard, even sinking his teeth into your skin, and the pain just mixed in with the unbridled pleasure you felt.
In a moment, that was it, your finale began. Your core felt as though it had been twisting and twisting for so long, the pressure becoming almost insurmountable. The combinations of their ministrations created the final chord in the song that was your pleasure. A supernova of euphoria exploded with in you, and you trembled beneath the weight of its crash.
Your face scrunched up and contorted into that of an orgasm so intense you pushed back into Diavolo, but of course he stood firm, being the wall that you needed.
Lucifer pulled away from the kiss and simply watched you, totally captivated by how your body handled the intensity of your high. To see you feel that good made his chest tighten and heart squeeze. He hadn't seen anything more beautiful in all his years. You tried opening your eyes, seeing his sparkling ones gazing upon you, but your eyes screwed shut again as another wave hit.
Diavolo couldn't contain himself, seeing you writhe like that against his body with his cock inside you. He could see part of your face, and how angelic you looked under the enslavement of your orgasm, drove him into his own state of bliss, and he fully sheathed himself inside of you. His cock throbbed as ropes of cum shot out into your spasming cunt. He moaned and huffed into your neck. It seemed like your release was drawing out his as well, it felt like eons before the haze of his pleasure faded, but you were still riding your shockwaves.
Your mind had melted into nothing, no thoughts or concepts crossed it. The racks of ecstasy slowed, fading feelings of pleasure turning into pure exhaustion. Your gasps were evened out and returning to normal. Completely letting go of yourself, you slumped against Diavolo's hold. It was too much to even open your eyes or speak. They took that as a sign of your satisfaction and resignation.
Diavolo pulled out of you and gently released your arms. He softly guided your limp frame to lay down on the bed, Lucifer helping to bring up the covers over you. Both demons crawled in after you, laying on either side of you. The three of you laid there in complete bliss, satisfied with yourselves and each other. Your body refused any correspondence to move, so you allowed yourself to fall into slumber.
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Celebrations of the Heart, Pt. 2
Welcome back to part 2. As I stated before, I will be doing three uploads a week for this chapter! I will still upload on the usual Wednesday/Saturday [Thursday/Sunday for further eastern time zones] schedule, but also a random day of my choosing! Enjoy!
CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. *Smut scene: quickie. f! receiving penetration, piv. Creampie.* Barbatos refers to MC as "Mistress" as a formality and does so sporadically throughout the series.
Themes: Romance. Mental health. Makeup sex. DiavoloxMC. LuciferxMC.
Characters: MC="you", Barbatos, Diavolo, Lucifer
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"Ah, mistress, thank you for doing this for me. I greatly appreciate your help. Could I brew some Hell Rose tea as thanks? Or I could make you a treat if you'd prefer," Barbatos said, smiling at you after seeing the fully stocked pantry and fridge.
"I'll take some tea, and it's no problem. Anything for you," you replied softly. "I'll be in my suite," you added.
After settling in your room, you pulled out your notepad, turning to your law research. You stared at the two questions, considering everything that had transpired over the last few days between your vacation and returning home, and then thinking about what Solomon said.
It was truly unfair of me to say that, you thought. I enjoy being a demon, and I don't regret giving up my soul. Solomon's right, I put too much pressure on myself.
Putting your notepad back in the desk drawer, you pulled out your finances book, feeling a new vigor in your studies.
But it didn't take long for you to be interrupted.
"MC?" Diavolo called, knocking on your door.
"Come in," you replied.
Diavolo walked in, seeing you at your desk. "Ah, perfect, there's something I'd like to discuss with you," he said. He instantly saw your shoulders slump just a hair, and his heart sank a little. "It's nothing bad, I promise," he added.
"Sorry, I just assumed after our last conversation..." You started to mutter. You stared straight ahead at your desk, still not looking at the prince.
This didn't go unnoticed either. "No, no, my love, don't worry about that. I have given some consideration to a few–" He stopped, , trying to assess the situation. "Darling, can you at least look at me?" His change in tone caught you off-guard: it was serious and bordering on irritated.
Slowly, you turned in your seat, your gaze dragging across the desk, the floor, landing on his shoes, and slowly traveling up to his golden gaze. His arms were crossed, and he looked down at you with frustration in his eyes. Instantly, you flinched.
Diavolo was utterly confused. He felt like he was doing everything wrong with you all of a sudden. You were never one to shy away, flinch, or not want to meet his gaze.
You two stared at each other, unable to speak. It was weirdly tense between you two, unlike anything either of you have ever felt with the other. Unfortunately, Diavolo was still struggling with what Lucifer told him about you. He took it personally, seeing it as a reflection of his ability to be a good partner. Though he knew that it wasn't about him or a reflection of him, it still affected how he acted toward you, but all that did was actually make things worse, so he was frustrated.
Abruptly, he turned and left your room, without a single word, leaving you to wonder what it was that he even came in for, and now you were frustrated as well. Actually, you were livid, your wrath instantly spiking your blood pressure. In a fit of fury, you put your study materials away and left your suite to go outside, hoping the Devildom air might calm you down. You weren't exactly quiet on your way out, with the prince hearing the slamming of doors from his office as you stormed your way out of the palace.
Barbatos stood in the wake of your warpath, holding a tray for tea, and simply watched as you left wordlessly. Immediately, he set the tea back down in the kitchen and went to Diavolo's office.
"Sir–"
"I know, Barbatos, she left," Diavolo interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The butler tilted his head. "My lord, did something happen?"
"I don't understand what I'm doing wrong," Diavolo snapped. "Ever since Lucifer told me about that, I just can't help but be angry."
"And who precisely are you angry at?" Barbatos asked, raising a brow.
"Her. How could she even think to do that to herself? Do I not give her everything that's mine to give?" Diavolo replied bitterly.
Barbatos lowered his tone into that of a warning, something he only did to discipline the prince. "Perhaps you need to reconsider that, my lord. You don't know what it's like to be in her shoes, nor do you know what it's like to go through everything she has. She's lived quite the life in her short time, as a human and now a demon, and now her plate is the fullest it's ever been, for you. I think you should give her more grace. You've lived a rather privileged life to not know that sort of pain, sir."
The butler sharply turned on his heel and exited the office, leaving Diavolo speechless. Truthfully, Barbatos was a touch aggravated with the prince. He immediately went outside to search for you, finding you sitting next to the black roses in the palace gardens.
"Mistress," Barbatos called to you, approaching.
"Ah, Barbatos, I'm sorry, I'll come have tea," you said, getting to your feet.
"No, mistress, it's something else. May I speak candidly?" Barbatos asked, seeming flustered.
"Of course," you said, confused by his state.
"Rather, I would like to tell you about myself. Why don't we walk for a little bit?" Barbatos suggested. You nodded and the two of you walked the gardens.
"When I was younger, before the prince came along, I found myself lonely and in despair, and I wasn't sure how much more of this life I could tolerate. There wasn't much left for me at that time, having lived for so long. It was when I was presented with the opportunity to serve my lord that I did find some enjoyment and feeling of purpose in my life," Barbatos said and then stopped, turning to you. "Now you have come into my life as well, and I cannot begin to imagine it without you, nor do I want to."
Your face heated up, unsure of where this is going.
He continued, "I do not know of your particular suffering, that is only something you will ever experience, but I do know what it's like to be buried in the weight of desolation, and you shouldn't carry that burden alone. It's far too heavy, and I offer myself as someone you might consider confiding in, if necessary, mistress," Barbatos explained.
Tears welled up in your eyes, and for the first time, Barbatos opened up his arms and pulled you in for an embrace. Instantly, your arms came around his waist.
He let go first and put his hands on your shoulders. "MC, you are loved dearly, by me and everyone around you. I know the young lord isn't the best with his temperament at times, but I implore you to give him some grace. Sometimes, he isn't the best at putting himself in the shoes of others. And, you're his first love, and I would surely hate for things to become strained before you two have even begun to work together in this next chapter," Barbatos finished.
"Thank you, Barbatos," you replied, placing your hands on top of his.
You looked over at the palace behind him, and then back at the demon before you. He nodded and you nodded in silent reply.
You ran, and Barbatos watched with a small smile on his face, proceeding to walk the gardens for a while.
Dashing through the halls at inhuman speed, you threw the door open to Diavolo's office. He immediately looked up at you, brows raised in surprise. The look on your face told him everything. He stood and came around his desk, and you ran up to him, jumping up into his open arms for him to easily catch you and hold you against him.
"I'm sorry," you rasped, burying your face in his neck.
"Darling, I should be sorry, and I am," he murmured into your hair. His hands gripped you tighter. "I've been unfair to you. My unjustified anger has pushed you away when you needed me the most. And I've made this entire ordeal about myself rather than listening to you. Please forgive me."
He set you back down on the floor and cupped your cheeks, checking your expression. Tears ran over, and he ran his thumbs over to wipe them away. "I love you. Please never forget that. I know things are hard right now, but I don't want you to feel like you have to do this alone. I may not understand fully what you are experiencing, but I can still be here for you and be the support you need."
You nodded, nuzzling your face into his large hands. "I love you too. I promise to take care of myself, and when things get too hard, I'll ask for help. I won't leave you, ever," you stated tearfully. You looped your arms around his neck and his hands dropped to your waist, bringing you in closer. Both of you leaned in for an emotional kiss, filled with silent apologies, promises of love and adoration, and fervent passion.
*The two of you started to stumble around, finding a place to land as his hands, as well as yours, started to mindlessly unbutton jackets, pull off shirts, tear off pants, and eventually landing on the couch fully naked. He laid you back and climbed on top of you, fully laying himself on you as you two grinded into the other. Both of you were flushed with red hot desire, needing to feel the other as close as inhumanly possible.
Your hands went to his hips and pulled them into you, silently telling him what you wanted. He pulled away to take hold of your legs and put them on his shoulders, immediately lining his cock up to enter you. Both of you were already ready, and the familiar ache of need was pooling in both of you, pining to be soothed with the feel of your lover.
Again, you pulled him into you, his member slipping into you with ease and both of moaned. He leaned forward, your knees pushing back into you, and sank as deep as he could go.
"Ahh-ah!" you moaned out. His lips took capture of yours, his tongue slipping in to tangle with yours. The pace of his thrusts was slow but deep, seeking to reach your deepest sweet spots. His hands each grabbed a hold of your ass, holding you in place as he pumped into you. He rested his forehead against yours.
"I love you, MC, please never forget that," Diavolo said in a hushed tone. All you could do was nod as the sobs of pleasure overtook your ability to speak. His pleasure was also starting to overtake him, pushing him to thrust into you faster, but still just as deep.
"I love you," you finally rasped out as the heat in your core flashed out to the rest of your body. Within seconds, your moans turned to a silent scream, his cock kissing your sweet spot relentlessly as you came undone, causing your juices to run down and coat your thighs as well as his. Feeling you come apart on his cock sent him over the edge as well, and he sunk himself to the hilt inside of you to cum, relishing in your mutual pleasure.
He brought your legs down to relax, still inside of you, and buried his face in your neck, fully laying on top of you.
*Just then, Lucifer happened to walk in, seeing Diavolo still balls deep inside of you, both of you panting. His eyes went wide to see the two of you like that, still in the throes of pleasure and intimacy. Though, he was actually rather turned on to see you in particular, blissed out. It made sense now why he didn't see Barbatos anywhere on the way to the office, but not as to why the door was open. Slowly, he backed away and waited in the hallway.
Slowly, your eyes opened, looking up at Diavolo's sculpted face. He looked back down at you and smiled. "I missed your touch, my love," he murmured.
"I'm sure you did," Lucifer called out from the hallway. Your eyes went wide, and you looked at the open door to the office that you completely forgot to close. Diavolo smirked and pulled away from you.
"Apologies, Lucifer, I suppose I forgot about our meeting today," he called from the couch.
"I suppose it's not the worst thing to walk in on," Lucifer replied.
Both you and Diavolo quickly got dressed and cleaned up. Lucifer came in and smirked at your flustered appearance. When he walked by you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head. But once he sat down in front of Diavolo's desk, you perched yourself on the Avatar's thigh, much to his pleasant surprise. Lucifer wrapped an arm around your waist and held you there. Your two lovers began to talk about work, and you listened patiently until fatigue took hold of you, so you settled back into Lucifer's arms and curled up on his lap and fell asleep.
"Hmph, I think we've done this before," Lucifer mused, looking down at you with adoration.
"Indeed, shall I go ahead and steal her away again?" Diavolo teased.
Lucifer frowned, clutching you tighter. "I do believe you already had some pretty intimate time with her," he retorted.
Diavolo sighed and nodded, "I suppose you are right."
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Love, Eternal Pt. 3
Ah yes, the moment you've waited for.
CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is poly. MC is a demon. This entire part is just smut lol *smut scene: threesome, oral (f and m receiving), penetration (f receiving), creampie, degradation, use of words: slut. a bit rough, choking, mc in demon form.
Themes: DiavoloxMCxLucifer, romance, sex, self-discovery
Characters: MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo
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You no more made it to your castle suite when you were followed in, hearing the door lock behind you. In a flash, Diavolo was in front of you, kissing you so ravenously as he tried to work your clothes off. Lucifer wasn't far behind as he removed his garments, watching you crawl backwards onto the bed with Diavolo on top of you.
*With no mercy, you ripped into the prince's clothes trying to take it off of him, buttons snapping and seams ripping as you went along. You couldn't help the ornery grin that smeared your lips at your new strength. You two started grinding against each other, the friction of your pants just teasing the both of you. Diavolo pushed off of you and stood as he removed the rest of your clothes.
From the other side of the bed, standing next to your head, Lucifer came down to kiss you, his face upside down to yours. Diavolo relieved you of the rest of your clothes, kissing you all over your body whenever he removed something. Your sweet arousal called his name, and he laid himself down in-between your legs to eat you out.
A sweet moan escaped your lips right into Lucifer's when Diavolo took the first lick at your core. Your hands shot down to Diavolo's hair and you held on as he took little time to start attacking your favorite spots with his tongue. There was little need for a preamble here; you needed to experience this in your new demon body, and you needed it now.
Lucifer reached over and massaged your breasts, tweaking and rolling your nipples in his fingers. He leaned over your face to kiss your breasts, sucking on your beautiful skin to leave gorgeous marks of his teeth on you. Your hips rolled into Diavolo's face, which in turn heightened your pleasure, and his tongue began to flutter against your walls. Seeing Lucifer's abdomen over you, you kissed him in return, gently rubbing one hand up and down his perfectly carved form, keeping the other hand on Diavolo's head. The hand on Lucifer's body eventually trailed further back until you found his cock, and you began stroking it gently, and enjoyed the feeling of him tensing above you.
Mostly, everything felt the same as it did before, in your human body, but there was this tightness in your chest and core that drove you to do more, feel more. You felt insatiable and only wanted to keep going for as long as your body would let you.
It took little time for your buildup to find its peak, and when it did, it was like someone set off a thousand fireworks all at once in your body. It was an invigorating orgasm that shook you, making you shudder and buck your hips as the waves rolled out. Your grip on Diavolo loosened as you came down from your high.
Taking control, you gently pushed Lucifer away and rolled around in the bed to now sit on your hands and knees, closer to Diavolo's end of the bed to face the prince. Diavolo cleared away his slacks and boxers, and you immediately took his hard cock into your hand, stroking him lightly. He hissed at feeling your smooth hand working his cock. But when you took him into your mouth without so much as a warning, he groaned, thrusting himself into your face.
Behind you, Lucifer stood watching the view of you on your hands and knees, looking at how your perfectly round ass swayed in front of him, looking so good for him. Not being able to resist, he knelt down behind you and began rubbing your clit with his fingers. You jolted forward, taking in more of Diavolo's cock into your mouth and moaned around it. He threw his head back and ran his hands through your hair, savoring how your tongue was swirling the head of his dick.
You could feel Lucifer now rubbing his cock against your slit, and when he had it pushed into your folds, teasing your entrance, you leaned back on your knees so he would slip right in. A pleasured gasp left your lips, and you could hear Lucifer let out his own noises of bliss behind you. His hands firmly grasped onto your hips, holding himself still after he bottomed out inside of you.
Diavolo pulled away from your face and knelt down to the floor to make out with you, whispering praises to you. "You were so good with your mouth on my cock like that. You felt so good like that, my love, you're so amazing for me," he murmured.
Lucifer started thrusting into you, not able to resist feeling your soaked walls any longer. You felt so full, with him inside you. It was like you were made to take his cock, even more so than before. There was nothing but pure ecstasy as he drilled into your cunt, and when he started angling towards your sweet spots, you growled in approval.
Turning from Diavolo's kiss, you looked at Lucifer over your shoulder, with lids lowered, and said, "Harder, please," with a nasty curled lip.
A similar sneer crossed his own mouth, and he laid a hand onto your upper back and pushed you down hard into the mattress, making your ass sit up higher. He angled his hips downward and thrust into you with such force, the bed was rattling and headboard slamming into the wall. Joyous wails of rapture escaped your lips as you came apart on Lucifer's cock, and those noises entranced both demons watching you. Lucifer rather liked this side of you, asking– no, demanding what you wanted and taking him like a professional; it was simply erotic.
After coming down from your second high, Lucifer slowed his thrusts but still not stopping, and you brought your head up to look at Diavolo. He brushed your hair out of your face and admired how blissful you looked. With a crooked grin and eyebrow raised, he asked, "Done yet?"
That wild smile of yours returned and you sneered, "Not a chance," and reached out a hand to pull his face closer to yours for a kiss. You happily moaned against his lips.
Pulling back again, he looked at Lucifer behind you and said, "My turn." Diavolo crawled onto the bed, and you pulled away from Lucifer. You pushed Diavolo to lay onto his back and you immediately straddled his lap, rubbing your clit against the head of his cock to tease you both. His hands snatched your hips, and he gave you a menacing look.
"What's wrong?" you asked seductively.
"That's twice now you've teased me," he muttered.
Leaning down, you hovered your face above his, "Let me make it up to you, my prince," you purred. Sitting back up, slowly you sank down onto his cock, letting him feel you stretch so perfectly around him. Once fully he was fully sheathed inside of you, you shuddered at how he throbbed inside of you. Even still, being on his cock felt so perfect, so right to you. How he filled you up was simply perfection.
Lucifer knelt behind you, and you felt his hands wandering your form, his chest brushing your back. His hands stopped at your breasts and massaged them, kneading them, rolling your nipples in his fingers. He nibbled on your ear and whispered filthy things to you.
"Are you going to ride his cock in front of me? My, you really are a demon, aren't you? Well go on, show me how you ride him," he purred.
On command, your hips started rolling to grind yourself into Diavolo, and your sultry moans filled the room. Lucifer's hand worked its way to your collarbone, and like a snake with prey, he lashed out to your throat and started choking you. He continued his onslaught of seductive whispers, "Ah is that it? Do you like riding his cock in front of me? What a little slut. Are you our little slut, hm?" You nodded and let choked pleasureful gasps out. His other hand continued to grope and squeeze your breast. Choking you a little harder, he said, "Then cum on his cock and show me how much of a slut you are."
Like you were under a magic spell, you started riding Diavolo's cock faster and faster, trying to find your release. Diavolo squeezed your hips and groaned as his own orgasm approached, loving how well your walls clenched down on him as you sought to catch your high. Lucifer kissed that spot on the back of your neck, sinking in his teeth while still clutching your throat from the front.
All the sensations swirled together, and the heat pooling in your core shot out to the rest of your body, causing you to tense up and let out a choked wail. Your hips twitched with the pulsations of your orgasm. Diavolo, upon feeling your walls fluttering around his cock, moaned out as he orgasmed with you, which only drove your euphoria higher to feel his hot cum inside of you.
Lucifer released his hold on your throat and ran his hands up and down your arms lovingly. He planted kisses along your upper back and shoulders. Feeling lightheaded, you relaxed into his chest when you started coming down from your release, and he brushed kisses into your head. He nuzzled into your hair, breathing in your sweet scent.
"I do believe it is my turn," Lucifer murmured. Without hesitation, you pulled off of Diavolo and turned to fully face Lucifer. He sat up, fully onto his rear, and beckoned you to straddle him. Obediently, you followed his direction and sank yourself onto his throbbing hard cock. He pulled your face in to kiss you deeply, with passion and love behind it. You returned it in kind and let your hands rake through his messy black locks.
"Darling," he whispered against your lips, "show us your demon form again," he asked, and then captured your lips again. Though you were curious, you followed his instruction and allowed for your true nature to materialize. Lucifer began to kiss down your neck and chest, and Diavolo knelt behind you to run his hands down your back, not allowing himself to graze your wings.
Diavolo leaned his head next to yours and whispered, "Look up, my love."
When you looked up, you saw the full standing mirror across from you, leaning against the wall. In it, you saw what would make for an intriguing painting:
It was you, in all your vanity and glory as your two demon lovers worshipped you. Diavolo was behind you, his head beside yours, staring into the mirror with his eyes trained on yours. You could see Lucifer below your neck, continuing his ministrations along your chest. You still seemed small compared to your lovers, however, your new demonic features more than made up for the lack of bodily changes.
You saw for the first time your magnificent black horns. They were curved back and up like Mammon's but didn't form the corkscrew pattern. They were taller and thicker, reminiscent of Lucifer's but didn't curl, the tips almost as tall as the tips of your wings. They were smooth and shiny, minus the ridges that adorned the curved apex. At the ends they shimmered with hints of silver, like the tiniest diamonds scattered across them.
Then there was your body, which still looked the same. Your curves, rolls, breasts, face all accounted for. Seeing your lovers' hands all over you certainly did something for you as well.
Your own eyes caught your attention too. They were no longer your ordinary human color; instead, they shined brilliantly in hues of midnight blue and shifting into magenta.
Your gaze went back up to your beautiful wings that Diavolo stroked, causing volts of electric pleasure to course up your back and your walls to contract down on Lucifer's cock. That was definitely a new sensation as it felt like heat brushing your nerves as the tingles rushed out into your feathers.
"See how beautiful you are, my love?" Diavolo purred. "Our little demoness." He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. A blush tinged his cheeks as he looked back up at you in the mirror to whisper, "Ours, for all eternity."
Now it was your turn to flush and your breath to hitch, fully taking in the beauty of your circumstances. In the deepest part of your mind, you knew it was the right decision; to see how easy it was to acclimate, the warm welcome from your family, having your two lovers worship you like this, just reaffirmed it. You couldn't help the smile that twitched at the corner of your lips from admiring it all.
Below, Lucifer gathered your attention again, by cupping your jaw in his palm and guiding your gaze back down to his. Your lips crashed into his with sweet fervor. Though he was still inside you, neither of you moved or tried to grind into one another. There was contentment in just holding each other so close, just love and intimacy.
Pulling away from your luxurious lips, Lucifer searched your eyes. "Are you happy, dove?"
"Very much so," you murmured. "Are you two happy?"
"More than you know," Lucifer replied.
Diavolo kissed his way up your back and shoulders, whispering into your neck, "The happiest I've ever been in my entire existence."
You hummed happily, watching Lucifer look up at you with undeniable adoration, and then flicking your eyes back to the mirror to see Diavolo nuzzled in your neck still, his face showing pure bliss.
The three of you continued on for the rest of the night, never stopping, never taking a break except to whisper sweet nothings.
For someone who was essentially brought to hell and ultimately gave up your soul to remain there for the rest of your days, you still managed to find your own slice of heaven, your own paradise that was far better than what you could have ever hoped for in the human world or if you had ascended to the Celestial Realm.
Your human self was long gone, but never forgotten. If giving up your soul meant you could spend every day for the rest of your existence with your dearest loved ones, never having to say goodbye again, or worry that one day, death would find itself at your doorstep too soon, it would all be worth it for you. There was never a doubt in your mind the Devildom was your home, and now it has welcomed you with open, loving arms as a permanent resident.
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Rites and Rituals, Pt. 7
Uh oh.
CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. This part is intense. Please heed my warnings; use of needles, and injections of substances. Talking about pysche-altering substances. New demon forms. Graphic depictions of murder and bloodshed. Fight scenes. Profanity.
Themes: Action. Drama. Experimentation.
Characters: MC, new oc's (witches), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan.
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"Let's try this again," Canary said, hovering beside you as you laid stretched out on a table, restrained by the same kind of binds that burned when you struggled too much. You were still kept blind with a blindfold, but you were starting to get a hold of the situation. Your captor was experimenting with you, and wouldn't tell you what she was doing, only that she would stop if you agreed to her terms.
"I'm not making a pact with you," you seethed through the pain. "You would be wise to stop this madness before you regret this, or one or both of my fiancés show up."
"Mm, I'm patient, MC. I know what I want, and you're how to get it."
"And how is having a pact with me getting you what you want?" You asked.
"Well," she said, prepping your arm for another dose of her experiment. "For one, I would be one of the most powerful witches in the three realms, something my sister failed to do with Diavolo. However, if I can't make that happen, killing you will help me all the same with some rituals I have planned. You're quite powerful, you know."
She then stabbed you again, and you felt the excruciating pain coursing through your veins as she injected you with whatever disgusting liquid she curated. It felt as if your heart was going to explode. Your demon form phased in and out of the material plane, and you felt yourself slowly losing control with each dose she administered. Two. Three. Four. It was hard to remain lucid.
Suddenly, on the fifth round, you felt something in your mind snap, and your body felt as though it was splitting in two. Your screams rang out, but they no longer sounded your own. That wasn't your voice that flooded the room, it sounded inhuman, monstrous, demonic.
"Shit–" Canary swore, trying to back away from the table. "You're not normal, are you? Fucking shit."
It was unclear to you as to what was happening, but suddenly, it felt good. You felt both icy and hot, strong yet agile. Sitting up, the restraints broke with ease, and you clawed at the blindfold to finally see your surroundings. You were in a darkened room, your head, well, heads, almost bumping into the surgical light above you. It was set up like a doctor's office in the human world, if it was set into an abandoned concrete cave. Hearing a rustle of fabric, you snapped to see your assailant, who screamed at your horrid appearance.
Canary was a little waif of a human compared to yourself. She shrunk back into the corner, screaming her head off. Her blonde hair was tied back into a short ponytail. She seemed so small and delicate in this moment, her small round face and petite body making her seem like a child.
You're right, I'm not normal. And you're going to find out firsthand what I can do, you worthless piece of scum that belongs with the dirt under my shoe, swine.
Your thoughts were able to penetrate her mind, and your wings flushed open as you turned your body to face her, sitting on your knees, looking at your prey.
Canary, what a fitting name for my first taste of blood, little bird.
"NO!" Canary screamed as you lunged at her.
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Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, and Saran then traveled to Italy, hitching a heliocopter ride to Mount Blanc under the guise of geographic research. It took a bit of coaxing from Satan and Mammon with promises of money and favors to local witches, but eventually they found the nearest coven in the area and found themselves at the door of what seemed to be a base leading into the mountain.
"Right, let's start the illusion," Lucifer stated. Satan snapped his fingers, Lucifer took the form of Astera, and the other three demons took the forms of the other witches from the now-slain coven.
Lucifer knocked on the door, and was met with a voice.
"Astera? Strange of you to come all this way, what is it?" The voice inquired.
"I need to inquire about some somnum powder," Lucifer said in Astera's voice.
"Ah, right. Come in," the voice said. The door opened and all four were let in.
"You came with Diara, Fawn, and Paimon? How odd of you," the other witch said.
"I'm looking to move and expand the coven, so I wanted them to see where I get my ingredients at," Lucifer replied.
"Oh! Congratulations," the witch beamed. "Well, Canary is this way, she might be busy with a patient."
Internally, they all shivered at the word "patient" wondering it is who could be Canary's victim. But when they heard your screams, they all stopped dead in their tracks.
"Who..." Lucifer as Astera started to say, until there was a loud crash and mangled screams coming from someone else, or rather, something else. That wasn't normal.
"Oh shit," the witch said, running down the hall. Immediately, the illusion spell was broken by Satan, and all four pursued the noises until they saw a monster exit the now doorless room. Its gaze rested on the witch running up to it that let the demons in, and it immediately grabbed her in its claws, slowly lifting her off the ground as it squeezed the life out of her. A sickening crunch came from her neck, and she dropped to the floor.
The four stared at the creature before them. It was at least thirteen foot tall, towering well over everyone else. The body was of a human woman, curved and voluptuous, but covered in white feathers that glistened a sky-blue sheen minus the large streaks of blood covering the arms, legs, and hands. It had three heads, one of a peacock skull to the left, one of a dragon skull to the right, and one of a human skull in the middle, all of which had blackened eyes watching the four ahead. The feet were similar to a velociraptor's talons, and the hands were large with long slender digits that curled into pointed claws, dripping with crimson liquid. The wings were reminiscent of butterfly wings, in a blackened blue state and covered in bristling feathers, along with familiar horns adorning each head.
The monster was actually a demon, and that demon was you.
"Oh. My. Fuck," Satan rasped.
"Is that...?" Mammon whispered.
"MC, oh heavens," Lucifer muttered.
Diavolo looked at the three transfixed by you and then looked back at you, and slowly, he approached, shifting to his demon form.
"MC? Darling?" He called out. Your heads tilted with bird-like movements, robotic and staccato.
"Diavolo, I don't know if that's wise," Lucifer whispered, not able to tear his eyes away from you or move. Truly, even Diavolo's true demonic nature didn't compare to yours in his mind. This was the first time that all four of them felt any real fear toward you.
"Did they do something to you? Are you hurt?" Diavolo asked, stepping closer to you.
Suddenly, more witches rounded the corner, and you whipped around so quickly to enact your bloodshed, never letting them even have the chance at landing a hit or casting a spell. You tore into their delicate flesh, ripping lips to shreds. What was most eerie to your family that watched, was you did so in a silent manner. Your movements made no noise, as if you were in a vacuum, and to be honest, your presence felt vacuous in nature.
After no one was left, you stood straight again, turning to the demons behind you.
What is this?
"MC?" Diavolo heard you, as did everyone else. He walked up to you and stood just a few feet away. "What happened?"
You stared at the demon prince, unable to formulate anymore sentences as more pain coursed through your body again, causing you to sink to your hands and knees, heaving. There was a weakened laugh coming from the room you were with Canary in, and she stumbled out, barely alive, or rather, she shouldn't have been with how mangled she was.
"Stupid brat. You should have just listened to me," Canary berated you. Lucifer was at her throat in a flash as Diavolo knelt down to console you.
"What did you do?" Lucifer snapped, lifting Canary off the floor by the shirt collar.
"Gave her triple dose of the psychotic I was working on," she said with a lazy, sadistic smile.
"Fix it," Lucifer growled.
"There is no fixing it. She either suffers through the effects, which I should add are rather painful and lethal, or she dies," she said sleepily, succumbing to her injuries. Lucifer dropped her, dead as soon as she hit the floor.
"We have to get her home," Diavolo said, caressing your skull's jaw.
Back. Up.
"MC?" Diavolo looked at you. He saw you bristling under his touch and immediately jumped back on his feet. Your mind started swirling with images of your bloodshed, feeling the urge to do more, the whispers of delight in tearing them limb from limb, to watch the light leave their eyes as you tore into their bodies and devoured their souls.
In a fit of fury, you clawed at the concrete floor beneath you, as if it was as soft as sand under your claws. Screeches so loud, everyone had to cover their ears, erupted from all three heads, and you seized as the fight between your mind and the effects of the psychotics started again.
"We gotta move!" Mammon yelled, grabbing Diavolo by the shoulder to put some distance between them and you. Lucifer went the opposite direction to where the witches had come from.
Satan managed to dodge around you into the room Canary kept you in. He started sifting through the documents left behind on a cart next to a table covered in, well, someone's blood. He found records of your reactions to Canary's experiments, and finally found the concentrations of what she used on you. He realized what would have to be done, and he ran back out to find you inching closer to Mammon and Diavolo who were backing up to the entrance of the base.
"Don't let her leave!" Satan yelled. "We have to put her to sleep!"
"With what?!" Mammon shouted back.
"I'm not sure yet! But keep her inside and distracted while I figure it out," Satan replied, running around the complex, leaving the two demons.
Diavolo looked over at Mammon and sighed. "You may want to step back for this. Help Satan if you must, but I'm afraid you're no match for her," the prince stated, rolling his neck and shoulders.
Mammon nodded and found himself scarce from the area, looking for Lucifer.
"Darling, I don't enjoy this," Diavolo said.
You spurted something out that sounded neither intelligible, or human.
"I'll take that as you understand," he replied, unfurling into his true demonic nature with vapors enveloping him. When he shifted into his ultimate form, he stood as tall as you, his own hands and fingers elongating to black claws. His tan skin became red, rough with scales decorated with a gold sheen as the lights bounced off of them. A floating fiery crown danced above his head. His own face was replaced with a dragon's skull, the rest of his features clearly displaying his draconic state, like his feet and legs becoming more reptilian. You lunged first, and the fight began.
Elsewhere, Mammon found Lucifer running down the halls of the complex, calling out for Barbatos.
"In here!" Barbatos barked out, finally hearing voices he recognized. The last things he heard were your screams followed by something he didn't recognize.
The two brothers stopped, opening an iron door, finding Barbatos still bound and blind, sitting on the floor.
"Barbatos," Lucifer muttered. "We have a problem," he said, unfastening the restraints. "MC is in there right now, fighting Diavolo in their ultimate forms. Canary injected her with something."
Once free, Barbatos stood, pondering. "I never saw this in MC's future, so I'm not sure what the outcome could be," he stated.
"Canary said she either has to survive the effects of the toxin or she'll die. Satan recommended we put her to sleep," Mammon said.
"Very well, we'll have to find Satan," Barbatos said, and all three left.
Satan found himself in an office, rummaging through all the papers he could find, listening to the bumps, growls, screams, and slams you and Diavolo created nearby.
"Satan," Barbatos said from the doorway, running in to help search. "What do we know?"
"The psychotic she was injected with has no cure, but we can either counter it with an antipsychotic, or we put her to sleep until she can overcome the toxins," Satan replied quickly as he threw useless folders onto the ground as he continued to rummage through a desk. "If we just let her run rampant, she'll hurt someone or herself in that state."
"We don't have time for an antipsychotic, how do we put her to sleep?" Lucifer snapped, looking through and speed-reading books on the shelf near the door.
"That's what I'm trying to look for. A normal agent may not work in her current state, it'll be enough to make her yawn, if that," Satan replied, tossing more documents. Mammon paused.
"Why don't we just do a sleeper hold?" The second born asked. Just then, the walls rattled, dust falling from the ceiling as someone nearby shrieked, followed by a thud.
"As if anyone can get close enough. If she can fight off Diavolo for this long, no one can take her down like that," Barbatos replied.
"Then Barbatos and Lucifer will have to help," Mammon stated. "She couldn't take all three of you at once, right?"
Lucifer was the one who hesitated. Mammon watched his older brother, and his eyes went wide. Quietly he walked up to Lucifer and muttered. "I know, I'm terrified of her, but would you rather she be dead?"
The eldest turned his head, unable to reply. Barbatos placed a hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "We have to try," he said.
"Go on, and I'll see if I can find anything," Satan said. "Mammon, go through that cabinet and see what you can find.
With high reluctance, Lucifer and Barbatos left the office and eventually you and Diavolo in an all-out brawl, with you holding the Demon Lord in a winglock.
"It's now or never, Lucifer," Barbatos murmured, letting his demonic state materialize. Lucifer did the same, uncertain of himself for the first time in his long, long life.
"I suppose it is," Lucifer replied quietly.
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The Queen's Torment, Pt. 1
Welcome to Chapter 7: The Queen's Torment. I hope you all are ready.
CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly.
Themes: DiavoloxMC, LuciferxMC, nightmares, angst.
Characters: Barbatos, MC="you", Diavolo, Lucifer, all brothers implied
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Barbatos managed to bathe you with some resistance on your part. Though you weren't thrilled about being naked, he reassured you,
"I promise, you have nothing to be ashamed of, and I will not ever judge you for how you look, because you are the embodiment of perfection and divinity, MC."
It was hard to fight him with those sweet words, so you allowed him to gently take the bed sheet away to bathe you. It was relaxing, but your body would stiffen up every time your nightmares would resurface, and Barbatos could tell you were deeply bothered by something.
"You can always tell me anything on your mind, mistress," Barbatos said quietly.
Your head dropped down, unwilling to divulge, to which he assumed you would do as much, so he continued to work on washing your shoulders.
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"Really? Breaking the bed, Diavolo?" Lucifer teased the Demon Lord. The two were waiting in your suite as they waited to see how you were doing while Diavolo sent for the Little D.'s to begin repairs in his room.
Diavolo couldn't help the grin. "She really does bring something out in us, doesn't she?" he spouted back.
"Indeed. Onto other subjects, it seemed as though she said yes to your proposal?" Lucifer inquired.
"She did, but didn't go exactly how I had hoped," Diavolo replied. He then side-eyed his companion, "She told me her story, the one I assume you were eluding me to."
Lucifer was instantly reminded of the time you told him about your feelings toward parenthood.
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Back when you two had started dating the first time, while you were human, you and Lucifer had taken a stroll around town. It was almost Asmo's birthday, and you asked Lucifer to join you in choosing a gift for the fifth eldest. He, of course, didn't mind; it was time he could spend alone with you, and away from the House.
You had stopped at a window to look at a pair of shoes that you knew Asmo had been talking about, when a demon child had run into you and clung to your leg. Looking down with your eyebrow raised, you saw a terrified child.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" you asked calmly. The child looked up at you and shook their head. "Can I help you? Are you looking for someone?" They nodded, and you detached your leg from them to then crouch down to their level.
Lucifer was watching the whole thing unfold from the next store over when he was looking at a bracelet he wanted to get for you, but your movements in his peripheral caught his attention.
Just then, a demon you didn't know approached you, calling the child's name. Immediately the child ran to who you assumed was their parent and you stood again. Their parent thanked you for watching them, apologizing for the interruption. You looked at ease, happy even, during the whole interaction. After the two left, you returned to the shoes, and Lucifer was now at your side.
"Everything okay?" he asked. You looked at him through the reflection in the window, seeing how he looked at you.
"I'm fine. The kid was lost for a second, but their parent saw them run this way to find us," you replied.
Lucifer was silent for a moment, and then looked into the window's reflection as well. "You were rather good with that child, even though they were a demon," he observed.
"I suppose, but they didn't seem any different from a lost human child," you replied neutrally. His head tilted at your response, and then he had a question.
"You've never spoken about such things, but I am curious. Are children something you want, for yourself, in the future?" Lucifer asked.
It was like someone turned the dial on the thermostat down to the negatives with the way your gaze turned icy, and you bristled at the question. Lucifer was a little taken aback by your reaction, and started to wonder if he should apologize.
With an almost painfully strained voice, you asked in reply, "Do you?"
"My dear, I have six younger brothers who I often see as my own, including one who by all means could technically be my own. I'll pass," he replied with a small smirk.
Your shoulders dropped slightly, and a little bit of the tension in your chest eased. Lucifer noticed this, and started to press back to his question, but abruptly you went into the store to buy the shoes for Asmo.
Later that evening, Lucifer was working in his office when you suddenly appeared. He had been so focused that he didn't even realize you had slipped in and found yourself standing right in front of his desk.
"MC? You almost gave me a start. I didn't hear you," he said.
"Can I tell you something?" you asked, not acknowledging what he said. Your face displayed looks of concern, worry, and uneasiness.
"Certainly, have a seat," Lucifer said, walking with you to sit in the chairs in front of his fireplace.
Staring at the skull mounted on the wall, you spoke, "I didn't answer your question earlier, and I feel like I can now."
Lucifer remained silent, waiting for you to continue. "The answer is no, I don't want children, but I'd like to tell you a story now. I needed to know your answer first before I could say anything," you explained.
You proceeded to tell him the story of a former human man you loved, one you thought you saw yourself spending the rest of your life with. He gave you everything you wanted, a home, gifts, took you on fabulous dates, and he agreed with the lifestyle you had set for yourself, one without offspring, and while it worked for a while, it seemed that he actually was hoping you'd change your mind, only to find out that you in-fact couldn't change your mind, even if you wanted to. He then broke your heart and left you alone and desolate.
When you finished your story, Lucifer was silently raging. How could anyone do that to you? It broke his own heart to hear this, and he understood what you meant now by needing to hear his response first before explaining any of this to him.
"My dear, I'm so sorry, for what happened to you and for bringing up such a painful memory," he said, sitting up to reach your hand. Fingers intertwining, you looked up at him. "I promise I won't do that to you. You know my feelings on it, and they won't be changing."
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"Indeed," Lucifer said, coming back to the present, then changing the subject. "So, when do you plan to announce the news?"
"Initially, I wanted to have it published today and hold a celebration ball tomorrow, but I wanted to ask her first before anything like that. I'm hesitant just due to her current state and situation. I don't want to add to her stress," Diavolo replied.
Lucifer mulled it over. "I imagine maybe it could be a welcome distraction for her, though."
It was Diavolo's turn to consider his words and nodded. "I suppose it doesn't hurt to ask."
"What... did she decide in terms of the legality aspects of it?" Lucifer prodded, anxious to hear the answer.
Diavolo tilted his head, "She actually expressed interest in marriage to both of us but didn't wish to complicate things. Otherwise, she's accepting the title and responsibilities that come with it, without the promise of marriage."
Lucifer couldn't help the mild look of surprise that graced his face. Though he wanted to hear it from you directly, he was happy to hear you'd like to see him as your husband, and the pride that stirred within him was relentless.
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After he was done, Barbatos helped you to dry off, briefly leaving and returning with fresh clothes to change into. He even helped to dress you, and when he was done, you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from leaving.
"Barbatos," you whispered. He turned to face you again. Silently, you wrapped your arms around his waist, and instantaneously he reciprocated, understanding you needed comfort in that moment, but he didn't pull away quickly like he normally did. He waited until you were ready to break the embrace, which was longer than he thought it would be.
When you finally did, he tucked his finger under your chin for you to look up at him. "I'm here for you, should you wish to talk," he whispered. You nodded, and both of you went back into your suite.
There, Diavolo and Lucifer waited while sitting in the armchairs next to the window. Lucifer refused to meet your gaze, keeping his on the floor, until the moment when you quickly strode over to him and sat in his lap to hug him. He looked over at Diavolo in shock but wrapped his arms around you anyway and buried his face in your shoulder, happy to know you'd still hug him, even after what you just witnessed.
Murmuring in his ear, you said, "I know it's not real." You didn't elaborate, but Lucifer didn't need you to. He was just relieved to know you didn't think he'd actually do any of that to you, especially not as the demon he was in the present moment.
Pulling back and perching yourself on Lucifer's thigh, you looked over at Diavolo.
"Do you feel better, darling?" he asked. With a nod, he gave a soft smile, "Good. I have something I need to tell you about now, if that's okay." You nodded again, and he continued, "I need to announce your acceptance of my proposal, and typically there's a celebration ball the next day for the nobility and other important officials to meet and congratulate you. I was wondering if you had a preference to when either event occurs?"
Your eyes went wide as he spoke, and the uneasiness was starting to come back. One of Lucifer's hands rested on top of yours, the other smoothing over your back. "Well..."
Barbatos had left and came back into the suite, the look of pure annoyance on his face as he approached the three of you, "My lord..."
All of a sudden, all six of the youngest brothers waltzed into your room, looking at you expectantly. Mammon nearly blew a fuse to see you on Lucifer's lap.
"Oh MC! We were so worried about you! Lucifer told us something was wrong with you but wouldn't tell us anything else. We all decided we couldn't sit by and wait any longer," Asmo whined.
Mammon hit a dead stop when you stood to greet them. Of course, such a piece would immediately get his attention. You weren't one to wear much jewelry thus far into your time in the Devildom, so the queen's ring on your left hand, being the extraordinary ring that it was, caused Mammon's jaw to drop.
"Mammon?" Satan called out, approaching, and stopping when he saw what his elder brother was staring at. All six of them crowded around you and just stared. Finally catching on, you brought your hand up for them to look.
"I guess now would be as good a time as any. I was just about to tell Lord Diavolo I wanted to tell you guys first. So..." you trailed off. Each brother had the look of pure, unfiltered shock, and none dared to say anything.
"He asked me to be the next Demon Queen," you finished sheepishly.
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Diavolo's Date, Part 6
Welcome to Part 6 of our story.
CW: MC is afab and she/her pronouns are used. This chapter is pure smut with some fluff at the beginning and end. Graphic description of male and female genitalia, graphic description of sexual acts (f! and m! receiving oral, f! receiving penetrative), unprotected sex
Themes: Romance, sex, fluff sprinkles, some very light play-wrestling, DiavoloxMC
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Diavolo was the first to wake the following morning. When he opened his eyes, you were in the same spot he last saw you in before drifting off. He yawned and smiled, seeing your precious form. He looked over at the side table next to the bed, and grabbed his D.D.D., seeing it was eight in the morning. What he noticed first was a bunch of notifications on Devilgram, and he regrettably chose to look through them. A well-known gossiper posted a photo of you two at The Fall, and it was blowing up. He rolled his eyes; he was used to this sort of behavior.
He switched over to text Barbatos.
Diavolo: Would you please set another plate for us at breakfast? I have a guest this morning!
Barbatos: I'll make something special for MC, then. Shall I prepare the Hell Rose tea for this occasion?
Diavolo: Absolutely. Only the best. Give us some time though. It may be a while.
Diavolo set the device down and just as he did, you stirred from your slumber. You rubbed your face into Diavolo's chest and sighed contently. He chuckled with how cute you were, so sleepy. When the vibrations of his chuckle reached you, that's when you froze. You slowly looked up at his face with now-wide eyes.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Diavolo said, his voice low and gravely. Your eyes traveled down your bodies, assessing the situation. You were both still clothed, but you could have sworn you were on your side of the bed when you fell asleep. Diavolo chuckled again, "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." your voice trailed off, barely a whisper.
"Don't worry about it, I liked having you cuddled up to me all night," he replied, playfully. You relaxed a little and let your head fall back.
"Mm, okay," you replied and yawned. You rolled away from his body, your backside now to him, and stretched, still laying down. Diavolo watched as you did so. He couldn't get over how adorable you were, and how privileged he was to see you in the moments you were still trying to wake up. You scooted to the other side of the bed and proceeded to sprawl out on your back, like a starfish. "I'm sorry, I'm not a morning person," you grumbled. You closed your eyes again, not quite ready to leave the bed. It usually took some time for you to fully wake up and move, at least an hour or so if you could get away with it.
That's when Diavolo gently sat up and made his way over to you. He proceeded crawl over top of you. He placed a hand on either side of your head on the pillow, one knee on the outside of your left high, and the other knee in between your splayed-out legs. Your eyes flew open at the shift in the bed, only to meet Diavolo's wicked but playful grin.
"I'm sure I could find ways to wake you up," he said, his voice now matching the friskiness in his eyes.
"If you tickle me, I will kick you," you said, half-threatening, half-joking. The thought had you starting to energize, and you wanted to be sure you could either fight him off or run if he tried to tickle you.
"Is that right? You'd kick me?" he asked, faking a pouty face. You laughed.
"Yes! I mean it! I hate being tickled" you admitted. You had hoped you wouldn't regret that admission.
Diavolo brought his lips down to your ear and whispered, "Try it and see what happens." He pulled back to see you squinting at him, trying to gauge if he meant it. You really didn't mean it, obviously, but you wanted to avoid such a fight if there was to be one. He watched you as well, gaging if you would take him up on his dare or if you would give up. He shifted to one arm to take one of his hands and slowly move toward your waist, as if he was going to tickle you.
You returned Diavolo's dare with your own wicked smile and proceeded to try and swiftly bring up your right leg and plant a foot to his torso. Of course, he was so much faster than you, and he had your ankle in his grasp before you could make contact, still holding himself up over you with one arm.
"I'm impressed, you really would kick me," he stated, a joyful grin playing at his mouth. You took the opportunity to grab a hold of his arm that held him over you at the elbow and one of his shoulders and try to send him onto his back, and this time he complied, letting you think you won. In the same motion as he landed on his back, he pulled you on top of him, so you straddled his abdomen.
"Cheeky little one, aren't you?" he asked. You sat there wondering what just happened, and a faint tinge of blush dusted your cheeks and nose.
"I really just hate being tickled that badly," you said with a pout. "I needed you to take me serious," you crossed your arms. Diavolo's body vibrated beneath you as he laughed.
"I will remember that then," he said, smiling up at you. He admired how you looked on top of him, like this. His mind slightly drifted, but he was pulled back when he saw the look on your face. You were panicking, looking down at where you sat and back up at Diavolo. He put his hands on your thighs.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I- um, nothing is wrong, per se, just..." you stammered and then stopped. Truthfully, you were starting to feel self-conscious about being all over the prince, like you were doing things you shouldn't be doing.
"Did I make you uncomfortable?" he asked, his voice laced with concern, his eyebrows furrowing.
"No! Um, sorry- no, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm just... unsure of myself right now. Like if what I'm doing is okay," you said fidgeting with your hands.
"Do you mean, if you're allowed to be with me? Or, if it's okay to be intimate with me?" he asked, confused.
"Sort of. I just feel like maybe I'm being improper by being all over you, since you're... you know, the prince," you finally admitted.
"Ah, well, if I didn't want you to, I don't think I would have asked you on a date, had a private session with you at the club, or invited you to my bedroom," he said, in a kinder tone before becoming more serious. "As for what anyone else thinks, let them think whatever they want. I'm enamored by you, and I would surely be saddened if you withheld your affections on the account of my nobility after our date." One of his hands cupped your cheek, and you leaned into it. "I don't want you to stop doing what you've been doing. I want you, all of you," he whispered.
You searched his golden eyes, and hearing those words made your heart soar, and it made your core throb. You had never heard anything sweeter, and you could see it was the honest truth he told you. You turned your head and kissed his palm softly. Looking back at his face, you saw what must have been the same lustful gaze you gave him.
*Placing your hands on his broad chest, you leaned down and held your face just inches from Diavolo's. "I want you too, all of you," you repeated his words back. His heart was pounding in his chest, absolutely riveted by you. You both leaned your heads in and met each other's lips, softly, lazily. Your hands went up to cup his head, and his hands settled on your waist. He deepened the kiss, both opening your mouths and letting your tongues slide around each other.
Your face was burning with the blush you had, and there was a fire in between your legs, begging to be paid attention to. His hands squeezed your waist, fingertips digging into your sides. You squeezed your knees inward involuntarily, feeling your need rising. Suddenly, Diavolo took a firm hold of you and flipped you both over, with you now on your back, all while still kissing you.
Diavolo pulled back and assessed your face. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice husky now.
"I want you," you whispered. "I want..." you paused for a moment. You knew what you wanted, but to say it out loud stopped you. It was hard to imagine that you actually wanted to say this for a while, and now the opportunity hovered above you.
"I want you to make love to me, Diavolo," you finally said. Your face was totally red with embarrassment, but also with desire. Diavolo lowered himself onto you slowly, and wrapped himself around you, his face buried in your neck. He planted a soft kiss and then brought his lips to your ear.
"You don't know how badly I've wanted to hear you say that. How badly I've wanted you, and for so long," he groaned. You brought yourself to his ear and whispered,
"Then take me, please."
Diavolo sat himself back up and took off his shirt. You marveled at his body; he looked as if he were carefully carved out of brilliant marble by the most exquisite artist. You knew he was large, as you could tell through his shirts, but to see how muscular and cut he was underneath it all, was simply breathtaking. It was hard to not simply marvel at his perfection.
"You look like you could devour me," he chuckled, seeing your doe-eyed but hungry expression.
"I think you know at this point, I might," you said, there was a smokiness to your voice now, layered with lust. He chuckled once more and proceeded to help you take your shirt and shorts off, leaving you in just your panties. It was his turn to drink in the sight of you.
He planted kisses down your body, starting at your neck. He noticed the little bruises he had left the night before and smirked with plans to add more. Stopping at your breasts, he gave them lots of attention. He massaged them both in his hands, kissing your nipples and sometimes flicking his tongue over them. Every time he lightly sucked on them you jolted, and your soft gasps became apparent moans.
Moving on to your stomach, he laid more trails of kisses all over, gently sucking in random spots so they would become red, marking you. He enjoyed your softness; how full and plush your body was, he loved kneading you and feeling you in his hands. Truthfully, he was exploring you, he wanted to know all of you. He marveled at you similarly to how you did with him. In all his days, he's never wanted to know someone more than he wanted to know every inch of you.
It felt like forever when he finally reached your sex. He kissed your vulva over your panties, and you gasped. Looking down at Diavolo, he looked back at you, hovering over your core, waiting for your response. You shyly spread your legs apart and nodded, and he took that as his cue. He slid your underwear off and proceeded to guide your thighs over his shoulders, settling chest-down onto the bed.
Both of you held each other's gaze, and he slowly licked your slit. You jolted again, feeling the sensation of his hot tongue. He pressed a little more, slipping his tongue in your folds, lapping up your sweet slick. He finally found that sensitive clit of yours and just barely nudged the bud with the tip of his tongue, and you let a loud moan loose. Your eyes finally closed, and you gripped the sheets, as he began to make swirls around your clit, letting the pressure and the ache build again, causing your walls to clench onto nothingness.
Finally, he gave in to your need, and his tongue slipped into you, rubbing your velvet walls, which you rewarded Diavolo with your moans of approval and appreciation. Your hands dove to his head, as you felt like you needed to hang on to him for your impending orgasm. Your thighs tensed up and gently squeezed the sides of his head and neck, which Diavolo loved. He moved back to continue his barrage of attacks on your clit, increasing the speed of his swipes, sucking on the bud, and it wasn't long before your back arched and you whimpered, feeling the heat rise from your legs and bloom from your core, a soft but delicious orgasm rippling through you. You rolled your hips against his tongue, riding the wave of your pleasure. It was like music to his ears as your sweet moans rang out in his room.
When you finally came down from the high, you let your legs fall limp. Diavolo groaned his approval of your cum as he licked it all up, causing you to twitch mercilessly. He finally pulled off of your pussy and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Crawling back up your body, he planted more kisses until he reached your mouth, where you could taste yourself on his tongue.
You pulled back and whispered, "I'd like to return the favor." Diavolo studied your expression and slowly sat back onto the bed and laid down. You crawled over his leg and sat yourself in-between them, on your knees. Looking down his body, your gaze stopped at the obvious erection that was outlined in his sweatpants. You used your palm on it, and he instantly hissed and stiffened up, watching you intently.
Then, hooking your fingers into the waistband, you looked up at Diavolo, and he nodded. You pulled down his sweats and underwear, not stopping even as his cock finally sprang free. You eyed it as you continue to disrobe the demon before you. It was large, just like the rest of Diavolo, but it was also perfect looking. When you imagined the perfect cock, that would be it, and you nearly started salivating for it.
Once you returned to your original position, you reached down and gently grasped his throbbing member. It was warm to the touch, and it felt so good in your hand. Diavolo stifled a moan, trying to be a little reserved. You gently stroked it with a feather-light touch, teasing him just a little. Giving it a squeeze sent Diavolo's head back and eyes closed with a moan, feeling a little relief. Finally grasping it a little firmer, you stroked it, increasing the pace until you found a rhythm the prince seemed to particularly like, given the groan he let loose and how his hips thrusted into your hand when you did it just right.
Feeling brave, you brought your head down and kissed the head. You were met with Diavolo's gaze again as he wanted to watch you take him into your mouth. You swirled your tongue over all over the head, tasting the precum that had formed when you were stroking him. Your lips rolled down the head, taking him into your mouth while swirling your tongue around, and then you started slowly lowering yourself down to take the rest of his cock in.
"Oh, MC," Diavolo growled at you. You looked so perfect with his cock in your mouth, teasing him just a little, then working him up. He enjoyed how you took your time but still worked to please him. Once you gagged on him, you pulled back, a string of spit connecting you still to his cock. It was truly a sight for him, and it made it so hard to not want to push you back and fuck you. You brought your head back down again and began to bob up and down, sucking and swirling your tongue on his cock with a leisurely pace.
Diavolo could barely contain himself, but he loved seeing you suck his cock. His hands wandered to your hair, pulling it up into one fist so it was out of your way. You started using one hand to stroke his cock as you kept working him over, your mouth creating a deliriously intoxicating suction. More precum coated your mouth, and you knew he was enjoying this. He felt a sensational orgasm approaching, and as much as he wanted to see it through, he desperately wanted to get back to you.
Using his fist full of your hair, he gently tugged, cueing you to pull off of his cock. You gasped for air and looked at him with teary eyes and puffy lips. He smiled and used his other hand to make the "come hither" motion with his finger. You climbed up his body and he pulled you in for a kiss.
"I want to explore the rest of you," he whispered to you. You nodded.
You crawled over Diavolo to lay down on your back beside him, indicating you wanted him to be on top. Following your lead, he rolled over and held himself above you. He stole more kisses from your lips, grinding his body against yours. His erection was rubbing against your upper right thigh, which excited you more. In a swift movement, you spread your legs and Diavolo slipped down between them, wrapping them around his hips. After settling himself, he guided his cock downward, resting just on your slit.
"Are you ready?" he asked in a low voice. You nodded.
He watched your face as he slowly pressed forward, slipping his cock into your folds. When he rolled his hips, the head of his cock rubbed your clit, eliciting sweet moans from you. After slicking up his cock, he angled himself to stop right at your entrance. Your breathing became shallow as you felt the intruder. You grabbed Diavolo's shoulders, knowing you would need to hang on for the ride you were about to experience.
"Please, Diavolo," you pleaded, whining a little.
He then slowly pushed through your entrance, feeling your walls instantly clamp around his cock, and your loudest moan yet escaped. He filled you up in all the best ways possible. As you stretched around him, you felt like you could be split in two. He finally reached the hilt and held himself still while you adjusted. A hiss escaped his lips from finally feeling you. Lord, you felt absolutely perfect like this to him. Both of you had imagined this moment prior to it, but there was no amount of imagination that compared to actually experiencing this moment where you two were united like this.
"Are you okay?" he asked, checking your expression.
"Y-Yes..." you whimpered. "Please, keep going."
Diavolo leaned forward, holding himself up with his arms, sinking his lips into yours. He slowly withdrew, the drag of his cock against your walls igniting more fires of desire. He kept a painfully slow pace, savoring how he feels inside you. He touched his forehead to yours, and you felt his hot shaky breath on your face. You could see it in his expression he was diving into the depths of sweet, sinful pleasure that was fucking you. He didn't want to give in to himself too quickly either.
Your hands wandered, tracing the lines of his abs, smoothing over his shoulders and down his muscular back. You dug in your fingernails and drug them back up his back, which caused him to moan and thrust just a little harder. You rolled your hips to meet his in sync, and the sounds of your skin smacking together when you two collided filled the room along with your chorus of moans. It was hard to not watch the demon above you, so you admired him shamelessly.
Diavolo pulled his head back to do the same, and he caught you admiring his form. He smiled and returned the favor and admired yours. He loved seeing your tits bounce as he pumped his cock into you. He memorized your curves; how plush and soft you were. Sitting himself up, he took one of your legs from his hip and stretched it to lay on his shoulder, and he was able to gain a deeper angle, reaching a new sweet spot, your g-spot. Every single thrust pressed that button over and over, building up your ecstasy so quickly.
"Diavolo," you called out in a moan. "I'm gonna- I'm- I-" you couldn't even finish your sentence when the orgasm hit you. You clutched the sheets on either side of your head. He kept up his pace, carrying you over the threshold and beyond. The look of utter pleasure that took over your face was so beautiful and the distraught sobs you let loose were music to his ears. You were absolutely drenched in your juices down below, as was Diavolo as your cum dripped down his balls and thighs. He squeezed your thighs, relishing the scene before him. The view was imprinted into his mind, clear as day, hoping to remember it for many days after today.
As the high subsided, you looked at Diavolo with half-lidded eyes. You could see his intense focus on you. He took a hand and grabbed your chin, and spoke to you, "That was so wonderful, so perfect," he purred. You nodded, unable to form words in that moment as you were still blissed out. He moved his hand from your chin and grabbed your breast, giving it a gentle massage and rolling your nipple in between two fingers. You arched a little, pushing your breast more into his palm.
He started to pick up the pace now, and he took your other leg and put it on his shoulder too. He leaned down, pushing your knees into back into your torso. This angle was allowing him into you deeper than before, his cock now gently nudging your cervix with each thrust. Your moans were now just screams that you swore could be heard throughout the whole Devildom. You called out for Diavolo, praising him.
"Dia, please, it feels so good," you cried.
"Mm, sweet hell you feel so good on my cock, darling," he cooed back to you.
You were reaching your limit, as Diavolo could tell as you became a ragdoll, succumbing to the onslaught of thrusts and strings of incoherent babbles and words left your lips. He used one of his hands to start rubbing your clit, which was the final straw for you, and the pleasure from the dual stimulation sent you forward into heights immeasurable by any human description. Your mind shattered and the intense volts of electricity that danced across your core and shot to every nerve in your body were all you could hang on to as the insanity of your orgasm sank its teeth into you. Your hands trembled as they balled up into fists above your head and tears streamed down your face. Your whole body shook from your climax's power.
Diavolo watched in complete awe. To think, he had the power to make you feel so good, it was addicting. He could do this over and over for you and he'd be happy as long as you were happy too. He never stopped the barrage of thrusts as you orgasmed, but he quickly approached his own the further he went on. Seeing you coming down from your peak, his movements became erratic, and he lost his rhythm. After a few shallow thrusts, he withdrew and released ropes of cum on your thighs, pelvis, and stomach.
Your ears were ringing, and you could only hear your heartbeat roaring in your ears. You had your eyes closed and still panting, trying to calm down. Your mind was somewhere lost in limbo, feeling weightless and content, while simultaneously exhausted and ran-through. It wasn't until you heard Diavolo saying your name that you tried to come back to reality.
You opened your eyes.
"MC?" His voice was laced with worry.
"Mm?" you murmured.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Mm, amazing," you mumbled with a smile.
Diavolo carefully put your legs down and got off the bed. He left and returned with a towel to clean yourselves up with. He cleaned you up first, and then himself before rejoining you in his bed. He scooted in beside you and pulled you into his clasp. You weakly fell into it, melting into his body. It was like he was shielding you from the rest of the world with how much he enveloped you. You didn't mind though; it was just what you needed. This naked embrace you shared was full of warmth and bliss. He kissed the top of your head and hummed.
He laid there and thought about how happy he was. He never imagined the date would turn out like this, but he wouldn't have asked for it to go any other way. It was so easy to be with you, and it seemed like you felt the same. He wondered if this could be the start of something, maybe there would be more dates and sleepovers in the future. He was happy to have you, if that was something you wanted.
"MC," he whispered for you.
"Mhm?" you mumbled in response.
"Was that okay? For you?"
You pulled away from his chest to try and look up at him. "It was wonderful, why do you ask? Was it okay for you?"
There was a tinge of pink dusting the demon's cheeks, and he looked down at you to answer, "I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. I just don't have much experience with that, and I was unsure of myself."
Your eyes widened slightly, "Well, you were literally perfect, so there's no need to be unsure of yourself anymore," you whispered in reply.
Then you buried your face back into his chest, hiding the smile on your face. You were giddy to know he really wanted to please you, and truthfully, it was perfect and tender, but hot and passionate at the same time.
*Some time passed and the two of you remained wordless, until you finally piped up.
"Diavolo," you said, muffled into his chest.
"Yes?" he said, pulling away a little so you could speak.
"I'm kinda hungry," you said quietly.
The room was filled with his booming laughter. You looked up at him confused.
"I'm pretty sure Barbatos had breakfast ready a while ago. He's going to be cross with me," he said, still laughing. He looked down at you and said, "Oh well, we have a good reason to be late."
You averted your eyes and redness tinged your cheeks, hoping no one else heard what you and the prince had been up to this morning. You wouldn't dare look at Barbatos in the eye if he did.
You unhooked from each other and proceeded to get dressed. Diavolo offered you a fresh set of clothes, this time a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of white sweatpants. He looked at you and said,
"I guess I'm going to have to get some clothes for you to keep here at the castle," he teased, also testing your reaction.
"I like wearing your clothes, they're comfy," you beamed. "Though, I'm going to feel severely underdressed if you aren't wearing something similar," you admitted. Diavolo nodded and left to find something for himself.
When he came back, he was wearing the exact same outfit as you, same colors too. It was your turn to laugh.
"I guess that'll work," you giggled. He pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Let's go!" you chirped.
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Losses and Gains, Pt. 3
Well that was fun. What's next?
CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Gendered terms of endearment used. Distressed reader.
Themes: Romance. Amnesia. DiavoloxMC. Slight angst. Comfort.
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, MC="you", mention the brothers.
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Diavolo's D.D.D. rang, and he wondered who could possibly be calling him at such an early hour. He had called for a short break across RAD, excusing everyone from classes as he sought to rectify your situation after you had woken up the night before.
"MC?" He said quickly into the device after seeing your name on the caller ID, his heart racing.
"Hi, Diavolo? Did I pick a bad time?" You asked on the other end.
"Not at all pr- MC. How can I help you?" He replied, almost using his pet name for you.
"I was wondering if I could see the castle?" You requested softly. "I-I'd like to see it since I supposedly live there..." You trailed off.
"Of course! We'd love to have you here. Wait, is something wrong?" He noticed the way you sounded a tad desperate.
Getting very quiet, you brought your mouth as close to the speaker as possible, "The brothers keep staring at me and asking me weird questions."
Diavolo heartily chuckled, "I understand. I will come get you in just a moment. I lo– I mean, see you soon."
You stared at your device as you hung up. The prince seemed a little off, but you couldn't place why the reason might have been for it.
After finding your bag and putting your things, there was a knock at your door. You opened to find Diavolo standing there, looking down at you.
"Oh, that was fast," you observed in a surprised tone. He chuckled. Though he was cheerful on the outside, internally, he was reeling from having stepped into your room, and it smelled heavily of a particular demon who definitely didn't keep his hands to himself last night and leftover remnants of those activities still in the air.
"When you call for me, I don't usually tend to waste time to answer," he replied sweetly. You smiled at his response. "Shall we, then?"
You nodded, and he instinctively held his hand out and then pulled back. "Ah, sorry..." He realized that you may not reciprocate the gesture.
"No, I'd like to hold your hand, if that's okay," you replied, reaching out your hand. Diavolo smiled this time, happy surprised to hear your words. He took your hand and walked you out of the House and into the streets of the Devildom.
He watched as you looked at your surroundings, as if this was the first time you were seeing it all. You curiously looked at all the windows of the stores you passed by, smelling the goods from the bakery, and observed all the denizens around you. They appeared not so different from the nine you met last night, mostly just slightly shorter and more normal looking. Diavolo didn't say much during your walk, letting you take everything in, hoping not to overwhelm you.
After a bit of walking, a large structure came before you, and you stopped short. It was beautiful and grand, the spires of the steeples towering high into the sky, and your jaw dropped slightly.
"What?" Diavolo asked, seeing your state, and then he followed your gaze. "Oh, right, I apologize. This is the Demon Lord's castle, where we live," he stated. Closing your mouth, you looked at him, blushing when you realized he said "we."
He continued to escort you past the gates and up to the palace doors. Before even quite reaching the doors, Barbatos opened them to welcome you inside. It was hard to not stare at him again as you took in his form.
"Mis– Good morning, MC," Barbatos said.
With a smile, you replied, "Good morning Barbatos, how are you?" All three of you stepped inside.
"I'm well, thank you. I'm currently working on breakfast, and it should be ready soon," Barbatos informed you, but you were lost in looking around the palace interior, gob smacked at its luxury and beauty. The two demons watched you as you took it all in. When you realized no one was speaking, you startled a tad and realized they were staring.
"I'm sorry," you said, "I don't mean to be rude."
"Not at all, MC," Diavolo said, squeezing your hand that he still held. "Why don't I show you around, since you seem interested," he offered. You nodded and Barbatos bowed, leaving you two to go back to the kitchen.
Diavolo took your hand and looped it through his arm, patting it as you two were now joined arm-in-arm. "Now, if we go this way..."
Over the next thirty minutes, he showed you around the castle, to which you kept thinking about how you were most definitely going to get lost at some point, so you would have to stay close with him or Barbatos.
"Now, if we go through here..." leading you two into a hallway, "I saved this for last because... I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it," he admitted. At the end of the hallway, he opened one door leading to a bedroom.
"This is my bedroom," he stated, looking down at you.
"It's very pretty. Can I look around?" You asked politely. He relinquished your arm and gestured for you to go in. You tried to take in as much as you could, finding things to hopefully either remember something or know more about your fiancé.
It wasn't until you reached his bedside that you saw a picture on a table, and without thinking, you grabbed it. It was you and Diavolo, posing together in what looked like a selfie. You were wearing a red dress and gold jewelry. He was wearing a grey suit and burgundy overcoat.
"That was from our first date," a deep rumbling voice said in your ear, and you were then aware of his presence behind you. Diavolo leaned over slightly to see your reaction, to which he saw you blinking at the photo.
"We look happy," you observed. Nothing was coming up as far as memories.
"That was one of the happiest days of my life," Diavolo stated. You looked back and saw more photos, so you grabbed each one, one at a time.
The second photo you grabbed, it was just you, and it looked like the photo had been taken without your knowledge. You were looking into a mirror with a black evening gown on. "Barbatos took that one. It was the night of the first ball that I had you open with me, and I got to introduce you to the Devildom nobility as my partner."
The third photo is what made you stop breathing. You were wearing a silver gown, sitting on Lucifer's lap, and Diavolo stood behind the armchair you both sat in, with his hand on your shoulder. Your hands were folded in your lap, and you could clearly see your engagement rings on each hand. Both demons were looking at you while you looked ahead at the camera. Without warning, a sob racked through your chest, causing you to drop it.
"MC?" Diavolo said, catching the frame for you. He set it down and sat at the edge of his bed, pulling you closer between his legs. "What's wrong?"
"I-I'm so-sorry," you cried openly. "These are all-all so beautiful and I do-don't remember anything."
"Shhh, no no no, darling, don't cry," he cooed, brushing away your tears. You suddenly threw your arms around his neck and held him tight, still sobbing. His arms slowly came around your waist. "Don't be upset, it's okay. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Please don't feel pressured to try and remember."
He held you like that for a while, consoling you. It broke his heart to hear you be this upset. When you went limp in his arms, he sat back further onto his bed and pulled you up into cradle you, your head turned on his shoulder while you sat on his lap. Diavolo carefully pulled his D.D.D. from his pocket and told Barbatos to keep breakfast warm, as you needed a moment.
"Thank you," you whispered.
"Hm? For what?" He asked softly, setting his device down.
"I'm sorry for crying in front of you. Thank you for consoling me," you replied, still whispering.
"You don't have to apologize or thank me for that. It's my duty to be here for you, for any reason at all," he murmured. Without thinking, he kissed your forehead and froze when he realized what he did.
"You can... do that, Diavolo," you said. "I know you're trying to not scare me, but I know there are things you're used to doing, like using nicknames or terms of endearment. I'd like some sort of normalcy, if that's what it was like before."
Diavolo looked down at you, his eyebrows slightly raised. "Only if that's what you are comfortable with," he replied.
"I want us to be comfortable together, if possible," you stated.
"Very well," he replied. He smiled and continued, "I usually like calling you princess, or my love."
"That's sweet," you whispered, looking up at him. "What did I call you?"
"When you were upset with me? Or not upset with me?" He teased.
"Oh, did I have a special name for you when I was displeased?" You asked, being sincere. Diavolo couldn't help but laugh.
"One time you called me brickhead for standing in your way," he informed you.
Your eyes went wide, "I'm so sorry," you apologized, feeling embarrassed.
"I deserved it. I was being rather relentless that day with teasing you. I also think it's a funny name," he said, smiling broadly. "As for terms of endearment, it was my prince, my love, my dear, the love of my life, my king," he purred, his eyes twinkling as he spoke to you.
"I'll take your word for it," you said playfully. "What... what were we like together?" You asked, a bit more serious.
"Ah, I was wondering when you would ask about us," he said. He then reclined back onto the bed, and you positioned yourself to lay on top of him, head resting on his chest that vibrated as his low voice continued. "Well, we started as friends. We played chess and video games together. When I started falling for you, I'd ask you to stay later and later here at the castle, inviting you for dinner. You were the best friend I never had growing up," he informed you.
You felt emotional listening to him speak about you two.
"And then when I realized you felt maybe even just the tiniest bit of affection toward me, that there could be something more than friends, I asked you on a date. We hit it off rather quickly, and within a week we were official," he recounted to you. "I knew right away that I loved you, but I held off in order to be sure of your feelings."
He paused for a bit, and you waited patiently for him to continue.
"I've never felt for anyone what I feel for you. Truly, I knew you were the only person for me," he said softly, taking your hand and holding it up. You held it up for him and he matched his hand up to yours, opened palms. "Never again would I love anyone as much as I have loved you."
You finally brought up your head and looked up at the prince, who looked as emotional as you did.
"Can we kiss?" You asked very suddenly. His brows raised slightly again.
"Of course," he replied, still speaking softly.
You pulled yourself up and scanned his face. Indeed, he was so handsome. When he said you were his fiancé, you were shocked by the information. His tawny skin made his beautiful golden, gleaming eyes stand out, and truthfully, you'd allow yourself to fall into them if he'd let you. He reached his hand to cup your face, the warmth feeling rather comforting. Inching closer and closer, your eyes gently fluttered shut as your lips finally grazed his. You froze just a little and then pressed forward, fully immersing yourself into the moment. It felt like a summer breeze, warm, easy to lean into it, and savor the feeling.
To Diavolo, it was strange. It was you, to be sure, but it didn't feel like you, much to his disappointment and confusion, and it was because the passion that often drove you wasn't there. You couldn't just install passion into someone meeting a stranger. But it didn't stop him from feeling the electricity of excitement from having you in his arms, in his bed.
You pulled away first, and you found the prince to be blushing as well. For some reason, you felt the urge to explore, so you brought your hand up, trickling your fingertips along his temple, down his jaw. Your gaze followed your fingers as they traveled down his neck and on behind his ear, carding through his red hair.
Diavolo watched your face intently as you explored him. It was rather endearing, at least, that you felt comfortable enough to do so, even if he seemed to be a total stranger to you.
"I love you, MC, you must know that," he murmured. Your eyes finally shifted down to his again. With a smile, you leaned down and kissed him again, a bit more confidently.
Carefully, he sat back up with you perched on his thigh.
"Would you be interested in breakfast? And then afterward, I'll show you some other things," Diavolo offered. With a nod, he took you down to the dining hall, where there was a lavish meal laid out for you three.
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"Did you make all this Barbatos? It was amazing," you said after you were finished.
"You're very kind, MC. Indeed, I did. I'm glad you're enjoying it," the butler replied politely.
"Barbatos is a fabulous cook," Diavolo beamed. "He makes all of our meals and treats. He has a list of your favorites if you'd like to see it."
Barbatos then stood and started to clean up the table, and automatically you stood to help.
"Mis– MC, you don't need to do that," Barbatos explained.
You froze, staring down at your hands. "I'm sorry, I just felt like I needed to," you stated quietly, feeling that odd pull from before, where Lucifer told you it was your sin.
"Just leave it to me," Barbatos said softly, coming to you and gently taking the plate from your hands. You looked up at him and locked eyes for a moment. His emerald green eyes were far too inviting to you, and you looked away before you could fall too far into them.
"Thank you," you replied, stepping away.
Diavolo watched the entire thing from his seat, unsure of what he just witnessed.
Interesting.
"Shall we visit the rest of the castle? There's one more place I'd like for you to see," Diavolo said, coming toward you.
"Of course," you replied, nodding. You automatically looped your arm into his and followed him out.
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Rites and Rituals, Pt. 3
Oh, to plan a wedding.
CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Suggestive material, mention of sex but no actual smut, explicit language. Use of gendered spousal terms, use of gendered terms of endearment [i.e. princess, mistress, ma'am]. Mention of blood and grotesque ritual but not terribly graphic.
Themes: Romance. Sex. Traditions. Wedding planning. LuciferxMC, DiavoloxMC. Crack/Humor.
Characters: MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, all brothers
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"Lucifer," you called out, walking into the eldest's office. It was a few weeks after your birthday, and you walked in with your red binder. He immediately sighed when he saw it: it was your wedding planning binder.
"No," he said simply.
Midnight blue vapors bloomed behind you, "Come again?" You asked, smiling, eyes crinkling.
"I mean, no, I haven't thought about the colors you showed me yesterday. Sorry, my dove," he replied quickly. How is she simultaneously sexy and intimidating like that? He thought to himself.
"That's fine, I wanted to ask you something, or rather, I want to explain it and then see what you think," you stated, pulling a chair next to his behind his desk as the vapors immediately dissipated. You set the binder down and folded your arms. "So, I wanted to know if you wanted groomsmen for your ceremony?"
"What are those?"
"Well, typically they are people you're close with that stand with you at the altar. It's somewhat like your support group," you explained.
"Ah, I guess that would be my brothers," he replied.
"The old tradition is that they would help you fight off any suitors that wished to kidnap the bride, me in this case, and upheave the wedding, either for me or for money, or both," you replied.
"Nevermind," he scoffed. "They would be the ones trying to kidnap you."
You couldn't help but chuckle, "As I said, that's the old tradition. Nowadays, they just help celebrate the groom by throwing him a party and make sure he shows up to the wedding, albeit usually drunk or hungover." Your gaze shifted over, eyes narrowed, "If you show up in such a state, I will be upset," you added.
"Yes ma'am," Lucifer replied, smirking.
"Now, about those colors..." You flipped open your binder onto Lucifer's work, showing him again what you were thinking. He growled and shut your binder, sliding it and everything else off his desk, sitting you up onto it.
"I have a better idea," he murmured, popping the buttons open on your blouse.
You chuckled but said in a pouty voice, "But Luci baby, I wanted to–"
"Are you saying you don't want me?" He asked playfully.
"Nevermind," you said, crashing your lips into his and spreading your legs for him to step in between. There went the afternoon, but it was well spent.
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"Oh, Diavolo~," you sang out, entering his office semi-unannounced. He instantly saw the black binder and sighed, putting away his documents, knowing what was about to happen. You had two separate binders, one for each ceremony, and this one was for his side.
"Yes, dear?" He replied patiently, turning to face you.
"I have a question," you stated.
"And what is it?"
"What do you want me to wear? At the ceremony?"
"Ah, well..." he hesitated, actually giving it some thought. He realized that you actually asked what he wanted you to wear, and a series of sly remarks first came up, but he sifted through those, not looking to be at the wrong end of that binder.
"I suppose I'm not terribly picky," he finally answered, hoping it was the right one. "Why?"
"Well, sometimes the bride chooses a dress and doesn't let the groom see it until she's walking down the aisle, but I wanted to know if you had a preference or if there was something special I needed to wear," you explained.
Diavolo pulled you onto his lap, setting the binder on his desk for you. "Nothing in particular has to be worn, per se. But it has to be spectacular," he stated.
"Would you expect anything less?" You teased.
"From you? I only expect the most grandiose ideas you can muster," he replied smoothly.
"So definitely this then?" you opened the binder and pointed to a photo of a gown that was entirely made of illusion fabric, showing all of the skin underneath. He immediately snapped his head to you.
"I think that might be best for what we do after the ceremony," he murmured, cupping your jaw and pulling you in for a fiery kiss. A blush graced your cheeks at that thought.
You pulled away. "Are you saying no to that one? I was hoping for a different answer..." you pouted. His eyes went wide, panicking. You chuckled and shook your head. "I'm teasing. I just wanted to see your reaction to that one. Do you want to see what I end up choosing?" He looked down at the rest of the gowns you had photos of.
"I think I'd like to be surprised. Every time you've dressed up, I'm always impressed with your choices. Although, I should add, these gowns are premade from what I can tell. We can get a designer to create you something custom, if you'd like," Diavolo stated.
"Custom? Isn't that expensive?" you asked quietly.
"Expensive?" He almost sounded offended. "Darling, you do know who you're marrying, yes? Nothing is too expensive for my princess," he murmured, pulling you back in for another kiss. "If there's something you want..." he said, pausing to kiss you again, "... you get it, and don't worry about anything else." Another kiss. "I want you to have every luxury you could possibly want. Let me give you that much, my love."
Let's just say, you two didn't get any more work done, and Diavolo was late to his meeting after you two passionately fucked on his desk for an hour. Though, it's not like anyone was going to say anything to him.
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"Barbatos!" You chirped, holding a stack of papers, bounding towards the butler who was straightening up the common room.
"Yes, mistress?" He turned to you, tilting his head.
"I need to bend your ear," you said. You sat on the sofa and patted the spot next to you while looking at your papers. "So, can you tell me about some rites of the Devildom? I'm afraid I have tried to look in my own research. However, there's not much to go off of," you said.
"Ah, I see. Well, that is because it's not a normal thing for us here. But, I've been to many in the human world, and I'd be happy to help you modify some traditions I've seen to fit the occasion," he replied.
"Go on."
"For starters, I've seen a tea ceremony performed, where the couple's families come together to meet one another," he offered.
Your eyes went wide at the thought. "Will... Diavolo's father be there?"
"I imagine the young lord would appreciate it if he was," Barbatos replied, deep in thought about the idea.
A flash of heat grazed your back, your nerves kicking up. "Oh..." Is all you could say as your throat went dry.
"Don't fret, mistress," he said. "Let's continue. I've seen couples do handfasting, that could be meaningful as well."
"What about... magic?" You asked thoughtfully.
"Ah, there are a variety of things we can do in that regard, in fact, that may be a better way to go," Barbatos replied, equally thoughtful.
"Do you happen to know if Diavolo's father and mother did any type of ceremony?" You inquired.
"There is one tradition I am aware of that the Devildom nobility partake in, which the young master will likely tell you more about later. However, as far as a formal ceremony, I'm afraid it's a bit more barbaric than maybe you would be interested in," he answered.
"That bad?" Your eyes widened.
"Unless you would enjoy seeing the nobledemons watch as you and my lord attempt to kill a beast together and then mate while bathed in its blood, I should think not," his tone was serious, but he held a small smile on his face.
You were starkly quiet, brows raised and eyes askance from the butler.
"Allow me to do some research as well, mistress, and we shall reconvene with our ideas."
You swallowed thickly and nodded, appreciating his helpfulness.
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"What the hell's a 'groomsman', Lucifer?" Mammon piped up. All seven were in the common room as the eldest stood before the younger six of them.
"Ah, I've heard about these," Asmo answered. "They stand with the groom on the wedding day at the altar. They're usually somehow related to the groom, friends or family."
Lucifer nodded. "MC told me about them, so I'm asking you all to fulfill the role for me, but she also had another idea if any of you wish to hear it."
"Well?" Belphie asked.
"She offered that any of you could be what they call 'bridesmen' and stand on MC's side," Lucifer stated.
"Hmm, what if we split us in half? Three on one side, three on another?" Satan offered. "I mean, we're clearly there for both of you."
"Do we have to wear suits?" Levi groaned.
"Yes, because MC wants us to, and I rather like the idea of you lot actually dressing formally for once," Lucifer replied tartly, folding his arms and walking to the side.
"Actually, MC said I could wear a dress if I wanted to," Asmo replied, pulling out his D.D.D. "I've already picked it out too."
"I'll wear the suit," Levi said in dismay of Asmo.
"So, who's side are we all standin' on?" Mammon asked.
Lucifer sighed, knowing what was about to happen. "MC will decide," he stated before they could start arguing.
"MC will decide what?" You asked, walking by when you heard your name.
"Oh, good," Lucifer sighed. "We were discussing who is going to stand on what side. Satan said we could do three on one side, three on the other."
"Ah, why don't you all choose?"
Lucifer started to shake his head, but the uproar already started. You saw that it was a mistake and barked,
"Hey!"
All the boys stopped as the ceiling rattled with your tone and volume. "I'm going to draw names out of a hat, and that'll be the end of it," you snapped. "Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," all seven said in unison.
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A Lover and a Friend, Pt. 1
Welcome to the second installment of my fanfic, "Love, Eternal."
This is Part 1 of "A Lover and a Friend." If you haven't already, please read through all parts of "Diavolo's Date" here before reading this fic so you have a sense of the au/world build/headcannon.
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CW: MC is AFAB, she/her pronouns used. Graphic depictions of sexual situation, description of male and female genitalia, penetrative sex, dirty talk. This chapter is very smutty but with a plot so hold on to your hats. Profane language.
Themes: Unrequited love, romance, sex, DiavoloxMC, a little touch of humor/crack
Characters: MC="You", Diavolo, Lucifer, Barbatos
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"Diavolo! Stoooop!" you screamed while laughing. You were sitting on his lap in his office at the castle, and he was mercilessly tickling you. Moments before, you were telling him that he couldn't ever hug you again if he didn't let you have your own pickle jar in the kitchen in his castle, and his solution was to distract you by tickling you.
Your laughter rang through the halls. Ever since you started dating Diavolo, the castle became livelier with your presence. You two would chase each other around the castle like newlyweds. The gala that was held two nights ago was more fun with you there, the paperwork didn't seem to take as long, and overall, Diavolo felt like he was enjoying his life again. You brought a spark to his world that he didn't know he missed.
Barbatos even seemed happier with your presence. Though he was also bewitched by you like everyone else, to see his young master as happy as he was, he couldn't ask for more. And the proximity to you in the castle was enough to make Barbatos happy.
Someone else was less than thrilled though, but his proximity to you through Diavolo was enough to satiate him as well. He could at least see you when he made his visits to the castle for work. However, at times like this when he wandered the castle halls to Diavolo's office, just to hear you two lovebirds giggling on the other side of the door, well, they weren't his favorite times.
Lucifer knocked at the office door, and the giggling quickly stopped. There was a shuffle and Diavolo finally called back out, "Come in." He tried to keep his expression neutral as he opened the door, unsure of what he was about to witness. He saw you laying on the couch, reading a book and hiding your face, and Diavolo sitting at his desk, looking up at Lucifer.
Lucifer closed the door and strode over to a chair in front of Diavolo's desk. He slowly sank into it and studied the prince.
"Well?" Lucifer asked.
"Oh! Right. So today I called you to talk about that illegal boxing ring I mentioned before. Mammon was most helpful in figuring out who's running it," Diavolo said. "Though, I may be pressed to actually get a hold of them. Allegedly, they're rather slippery."
"Does this mean we'll have to go to the ring ourselves?" Lucifer asked.
"There's a chance they may not even go to the matches, is how I understood it. But they, allegedly, like to frequent The Fall during matches for betting, which is how Mammon came to know who's running it."
"So, we need someone at The Fall and someone to go to the boxing match," Lucifer mused. They both mulled it over. "What if we had Mammon go to The Fall with someone, and two of us go to the match?"
"That could work, but we'd have to decide who should go with Mammon," Diavolo replied.
"Right, they have to be someone who won't raise too much suspicion to be seen in the club," Lucifer said.
You peaked your head over the back of the couch, looking at the two demons, not being able to help hearing the conversation.
"No," Diavolo said, not even looking at you.
"Oh, come on! I could help!" you said "You haven't even heard my idea yet!"
Lucifer turned around toward you; he and Diavolo gave you the same look: absolutely not.
"Just listen to me," you said while getting up. You sat in the chair opposing Lucifer's. "What if Asmo, Mammon, and I all go? I could ask my succubi friends to meet me there to help too, but under the guise I'm just there to party. That way, there's two greater demons, and then I help dissipate any suspicion and can help distract."
Diavolo and Lucifer exchanged a look and stayed that way for several seconds. They returned their gazes to you, and in unison said, "No."
You frowned and pulled out your D.D.D., trying to fake text.
"What are you doing now?" Lucifer asked.
"I'm going to tell Barbatos to get three jars of pickles just for me to keep in the kitchen," you replied, all serious. It took all of five seconds for Diavolo to respond:
"She's going," Diavolo said, eyes wide.
"What?" Lucifer said, his voice raised.
"I said what I said," Diavolo replied.
"Really?"
"Do I have to repeat myself?" Diavolo asked tensely. Lucifer looked away, gripping the arms of the chair. He looked back over at you and narrowed his eyes. You smirked, which made him "tch" you.
"So, when are we going?" you asked. They both sighed simultaneously at the whole "we" thing.
"I'll have to speak with Mammon to see when the next match will be," Lucifer replied reluctantly.
Diavolo nodded, "That's when we'll go." You then nodded.
Lucifer rubbed his temples and mumbled, "I have a very bad feeling about this." He looked at Diavolo. "Will that be all?"
"Yes, thank you Lucifer. Let me know what Mammon says and we'll proceed from there," he replied. Lucifer quickly stood and retreated, taking one last glance at you, before exiting and shutting the door.
Slowly, Diavolo stood and walked over to the door and locked it. He walked back over to stand in front of you. He leaned on his desk with his arms crossed.
"That was not fair of you," he said, voice low.
"I know I can help, Diavolo, just let me," you pleaded. "You have a habit of underestimating me. I'll have the power of two greater demons nearby, and I can always summon Satan if something goes wrong-"
"That's just it, what if something goes wrong and you can't summon any of them?" Diavolo asked, cutting you off. You furrowed your eyebrows at him. He saw this frustration and instantly softened. "You are right, I do underestimate you a lot, but you understand the risks of being involved with me, yes? You become a target too, a high profile one at that." He sighed. "I meant what I said, you can go. I'm just warning you of the possibilities involved with the sort of work Lucifer and I do."
You gave what he said some thought. "I understand," you said quietly.
Diavolo offered you one of his hands, and you took it, standing up. He pulled you into his grasp.
"There's just one little thing I need to know," he said. He tucked his hand under your chin, holding you in place.
"What?" you asked innocently.
"Why must you like pickles so damn much?!" he asked, exasperated. You chuckled.
"I do enjoy them, but if it bothers you that much, I'll drop it," you said, smiling up at him.
He leaned down and kissed you then, and you hummed against his lips. You still found yourself unsure if all this is real. It had only been a week, but you and Diavolo made things official pretty quickly, introducing you to everyone as his girlfriend had a rather lovely ring to it. You knew in your heart of hearts this demon made you happy.
You deepened the kiss, letting your tongue snake past his lips, grazing it against his teeth. He reciprocated the enthusiasm, accepting the invasion in his mouth. You pushed your body into his, and he enveloped you in his massive embrace. When Diavolo held you, it was like nothing in the world could touch you, nor would he let anything do so.
*Feeling brave, you broke away from the kiss and trailed kisses down his face and neck, in which he tried to stifle a moan. You nipped at his earlobe and continued your barrage of kisses. Finally, you pulled back and smiled at him.
"What is it?" Diavolo whispered, searching your eyes.
"I want you," you whispered back, tracing a finger down his chest over his uniform, your eyes following where it went. "Right here, on this desk," you added. You looked up with pleading eyes.
Diavolo's eyes went wide and looked down at his desk and back at you. The idea excited him and this time he yanked you close to him again and kissed you with such intensity, you thought he would knock you down.
You began to unbutton his jacket, and he slipped it off and threw it behind you. He pulled your jeans and underwear down, you stepped out of them and kicked them aside. In a swift motion, he grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up, placing you on the desk. He helped you lay your back onto the cold wood beneath you, standing in between your legs that laid over the edge, and he started to unbuckle his belt. You watched with hungry eyes, and when you rubbed your thighs together, you could tell you were already wet and ready for him.
He quickly slid his slacks and boxers down, and to your delight he was ready for you too. He positioned his cock at your slit, slowly rubbing it up and down. You moaned and grabbed the edges of the desk and wrapped your legs around his hips. He slid his hips forward, pushing past your dripping folds and right into your entrance. You gasped at the welcomed intrusion, savoring the fullness you felt with him inside you. He hissed out as your velvet walls wrapped around his cock tightly. You let out an extended moan, desperate for him to start fucking you.
"Please, fuck me, Diavolo," you called out. He groaned back at you as he withdrew, and then he slammed his hips into you. You choked out a moan, already becoming drunk off the pleasure you felt. He rested his hands on your waist, holding you in place as he rammed his cock into you over and over in a staccato rhythm, with each thrust causing his desk to rattle. It wasn't long before you started feeling the warmth rising from your feet, that familiar twitch of your orgasm fast approaching. Each thrust caused you to let out a loud moan that bordered on a scream.
"Is this what you wanted? Hm?" Diavolo called out to you. You looked at him and nodded.
"Yes, I love y-you fucking me on your desk," you said back to him. You looked at his body leaning over you, and you saw the white tie dangling from his neck. Pulling on it, he came down with it, and you kissed him vigorously, which he of course returned in kind, still ramming into you. He could feel you tensing up, so he pulled back again.
"Are you going to cum on my desk?" he asked with a wicked grin, riddled with delight at the sight of you below him.
"Y-Yes! I'm gonna cum!" you screamed. You pulled him back down to you so you could hold on to Diavolo as you got rocked by your orgasm. You wrapped your arms around his neck, not letting him leave you, sobbing and screaming into his shoulder as the pleasure tore through every nerve and sent you spiraling. He slammed into you a couple more times before finding his own release, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck as he let a drawn-out moan escape his lips. He pushed into you once more before withdrawing to cum on your thighs, face still pushed into your neck.
Both of you laid there like that for a minute, breathing hard, trying to calm back down. Diavolo carefully stood back up to see you look absolutely fucked out. He gently unhooked your trembling legs from his waist and found tissues to clean you both up with. He dressed himself first, and then helped you to stand and put you back together, clothes in order.
"Are you okay?" he asked, since you hadn't said anything yet. You nodded, still in a daze. He took your hand and walked you over to the couch in his office, and he laid himself down first, pulling you on top of him. You settled your head on his chest and just focused on his heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around you, and you both just enjoyed the silence before he would have to go back to his work.
*You learned in your time together, Diavolo very much enjoyed aftercare with you, wanting to hold you and cuddle with you, even if it's short lived. He whispered sweet nothings to you, massaging your scalp or anywhere that needed attention. Though you tried to reciprocate, he enjoyed mostly taking care of you, that was all he needed.
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Immediately after leaving Diavolo's office, Lucifer stopped by the kitchen to talk with Barbatos on his way out of the castle. He inquired as to Barbatos' knowledge of the plan, and the butler confirmed as much.
"Do you know if it will work?" Lucifer asked.
"Rest assure, I'm sure everything will turn out fine," Barbatos replied cryptically. He started to prepare tea for Diavolo and yourself. "Would you like some tea as well?"
"So, you haven't looked then?" Lucifer retorted, not answering the butler's question.
"I don't see a reason to, and my young lord has not asked me to," Barbatos replied simply.
Lucifer stepped closer to Barbatos and said in a hushed tone, "I need to know MC will be safe."
"I imagine with everyone there, she'll be fine," Barbatos said, pulling tea leaves. Lucifer huffed in frustration.
In that moment of silence, Lucifer thought he could hear someone screaming in the castle. Without a second thought, he briskly walked back to the prince's office, leaving Barbatos behind.
"He's going to regret that," Barbatos mumbled to himself, smiling wickedly as he continued to prepare the tea.
As Lucifer closed in on Diavolo's office, he suddenly realized what he had heard and stopped at the beginning of the hallway that led to where the sounds were coming from. He stood for several seconds as he heard you calling out to Diavolo in your ecstasy. There was no doubt, you weren't being hurt; it was quite the opposite, really.
Lucifer then heard you say, "Yes, I love y-you fucking me on your desk!" His cheeks burned with the brightest shade of pink as he swiftly made his way far from that door, still hearing you and imagining you being ravaged by Diavolo. He fanned the thought away and tried to imagine stringing up Mammon instead. He passed by the kitchen again and looked at Barbatos.
"Not what you were hoping to hear?" Barbatos asked vaguely, mischief layered in his tone.
Lucifer frowned deeply and made a "tch" noise as he made his swift exit from the castle.
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Later that same day, you had gone back to the House to catch up on your homework that you had somewhat abandoned in favor of hanging out with the prince.
Diavolo sat at his desk, looking at pictures of you on his D.D.D. You often sent him selfies of you doing literally anything: homework, shopping, cooking. He loved seeing you whenever he could, and he would always send you texts back with the highest praises for how beautiful you are.
Barbatos happened to be coming to remind Diavolo about dinner, and he stopped to see his master just smiling at his device. The butler couldn't help but smile as he approached the desk.
"My lord," he said, getting Diavolo's attention.
"Ah, yes, apologies Barbatos, I'll come down for dinner."
"Indeed. I have a question," Barbatos replied.
"Go on."
"It's in regard to your concerns from the day of your first date with MC. Did everything go as well as you hoped?" he inquired.
"Ah, that. I suppose I was worried for nothing. She seemed happy and told me as much. I still worry about hurting her or doing anything to make her think her trust was misplaced with me," Diavolo admitted.
"May I be candid for a moment, my lord?" Barbatos requested.
"Certainly," Diavolo replied.
"I think after the torment she endured with Lucifer, it would be wise for you to make sure not to overstep your bounds, but I do believe you're doing well with her," Barbatos stated.
Diavolo thought it over. "Indeed. On that note, I will be asking you to keep an eye on him for me. I don't believe he's terribly happy with this arrangement, and if he starts taking it out on MC, I won't have it."
Barbatos bowed, "Of course, no harm shall befall her at his hand."
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Love, Eternal Pt. 2
Wow. Thank you for the love on Part 1 of this chapter guys. It means so much to me. I'm glad you all like the story, as this is quite literally my favorite part (there are other favorites, but you all haven't gotten that far yet, sorry:) Anyway! Let's get the show on the road. WHO'S READY FOR DEMON MC?! Also, the smut is coming guys I promise. So sorry this part is long but there's a lot to unpack!
CW: mostly fluff and storyline, some suggestive language. MC is afab and uses she/her pronouns. MC is poly.
Themes: Demon MC. DiavoloxMC, LuciferxMC. Immortality. Romance. Lots of symbolism if you look for it.
Characters: MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo, all brothers, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon.
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"...the Avatar of Vainglory."
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It was so silent a pin could drop. You looked up into the Devildom sky with new eyes. It was crystal clear, seeing it as though it were daytime, versus how it clouded over you as a human, like a void.
Closing your eyes again, you slowly sat up onto your rear and leaned back on your hands. You heard rustling from somewhere, and your eyes flew open again and head shot toward the source of the noise, to see all seven brothers and Barbatos standing several feet away from you, their own eyes glued to you. They stared in silence, taking in your own demon form. All eight of them, including the demon butler, blushed furiously while staring at you. They all looked the same, but now the finer details of their movements and features were clearer to you. There were also many new scents in the air that you didn't recognize or remember ever smelling before as a human.
"MC," Diavolo finally said. Your head snapped toward the Demon Lord as he loomed over on the other side of you. "How do you feel?" His brilliance shined as you gazed at the prince. Otherwise, he seemed the same as well. You couldn't help but admire him for a moment before returning to yourself.
You looked down the length of your body to find your new outfit. Though, your body still looked largely the same as before, no crazy modifications as far as you could tell. You were in a black catsuit that had a plunging neckline and glove sleeves, and it was painfully obvious you filled out the outfit well. The suit shimmered with the infinite number of diamonds across the entirety of it. The diamonds were arranged in intricate and geometric patterns. On your feet, you wore dazzling matching knee-high boots with six-inch heels. The outfit looked as though it were a canvas for the cosmos, the diamonds as constellations.
"I feel... amazing," you whispered, looking back up at Diavolo.
Diavolo chuckled and held out his hand, "Why don't you stand and come greet everyone? They're waiting for you."
You took his hand, and instantly felt the electrcity of his touch cascade throughout your body, causing you to pause. He waited patiently, and you slid off the table with ease. That pesky broken leg was gone, and you felt smooth, agile, the embodiment of accomplishment and perfection.
He led you over to the brothers and his butler and they continued to ogle at you until Barbatos coughed. You looked at them all and realized you were indeed still the same height as before as they towered above you. Drat.
"An enchanting demon you are, MC," Barbatos said. He tried to maintain his composure, but his burning cheeks still gave him away.
"I know," you giggled. Everyone gazed at you in bewilderment at your response. It was you, just, a different you. Ordinarily you would have bashfully accepted the compliment, but there was a pull now, almost like a buzzing sensation, to take vicious pride in someone else's praise.
Satan's eyebrows raised, "The Avatar of Vainglory, indeed. Not that I mind, you wear it well, MC." You nodded.
Not being able to take it anymore, Asmo ran up to you and started hugging you and swinging you around while squealing. "Oh, MC! You're absolutely perfect! Not more than me though!"
You felt something twitch on your back, and you pulled away from Asmo's grasp, and for the first time you've been able to use your strength to do so. Asmo yelped as you gently shoved him back, as he wasn't used to you being able to before.
Turning your head, you gazed at the wings on your back. They were taller than they were wide, towering well over your head by at least a foot, in the shape akin to butterfly wings, and adorned with the most illustrious black feathers with hues of a midnight blue. When your head moved, you were aware of something on it. Your hands reached up and felt the smooth features of your horns, unsure of how they looked on you. From what you could feel, they were thicker and very smooth, except where there were ridges at a curved apex. You'd have to look at yourself later.
"Gaahhh you look so cool, MC!" Levi exclaimed.
"Very cool," Beel said, smiling sweetly. Belphie nodded with a sly smile.
Mammon couldn't look at you for more than a few seconds at a time and he finally muttered, "Yeah really hot- I mean cool."
Lucifer finally stepped forward, getting your attention, so you turned to him.
"My, my, you seem to be rivaled with me now. What was it I said? That you would be next in line for Avatar of Pride? Seems as though I was fairly close, Avatar of Vainglory," he said with a deep smirk and inclining his head toward you, gloating.
You openly rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, "Mm, you should be honored to have someone like me amongst your rank, indeed," smirking back at him. Everyone's eyes widened slightly as your sin almost literally dripped off of you.
Diavolo chuckled, putting his hands on your shoulders. "It seems as though there's something else I need to tell you. Our Avatar of Vainglory has power on par with Lucifer's, so everyone be warned. MC is Lucifer's equal."
The rest of the brothers looked at you in shock. Mammon's jaw dropped completely. Lucifer's eyes shot wide open in disbelief. "You're joking," Lucifer retorted, stunned. His crimson orbs stared at you in disbelief for a moment, and then a reaction you didn't normally see from the eldest, skepticism. Could she really be that powerful? Lucifer thought to himself. I suppose I'll find out eventually.
"No way she's more powerful than me!" Mammon groaned. All the other youngest brothers groaned their surprise as well.
Your smirk deepened at the eldest. Diavolo grinned and shook his head, "I'm afraid not I'm not joking; feel free to test it out if you're so inclined, however, I do believe it's time to celebrate with our newest demon."
Diavolo walked around to stand in front of you to offer you his hand, and you proudly took it as he led you to the castle, and the others followed. Inside, you found some of the members of Purgatory Hall along with pleasant party music echoing through the ballroom. It was decorated with decorations in your favorite colors, tables with treats and Demonus waiting along the walls.
Solomon and Simeon immediately blushed upon your arrival, unable to stop looking at you.
"MC, you look amazing," Simeon said, "I'm glad to see you well." You gave him a swift hug.
"Thank you, Simeon, for everything. Hopefully we can still be friends, yes?" you teased. Simeon's flush deepened and he nodded.
Solomon lowered his gaze and stooped closer to you, raking his eyes across your body. "Dearest MC, who knew you would make for such a beguiling demon," he mused.
"You did, I'm sure," you replied hotly.
"Simeon, Solomon, say hello to the Avatar of Vainglory," Diavolo said proudly, his large hands draped on your shoulders as he stood behind you.
"Vainglory? Oh, so her sin is vanity, how intriguing," Solomon said. "So, excessive pride in your accomplishments, appearances, and renown are what did it for you. Sounds like a very particular demon we all know."
Lucifer frowned upon hearing this and chose to walk away.
Diavolo smiled and called out to everyone, "Please, enjoy yourselves and let's celebrate MC, our newest Avatar of Sin."
The music volume increased, and it really felt like a party, though it was a little strange to have a party in honor of giving up your soul, however, it felt good to be in the presence of your loved ones.
"May I have the honor of your first dance, MC?" Diavolo said, bowing slightly. You chuckled.
"The honor is yours," you replied, taking his extended hand. Diavolo couldn't help but laugh at your vanity as he swept you up and flowed to the beat of the music. Your new body felt fluid, as though it was made to move like this, and it was so easy to keep up with Diavolo's pace.
"So, my dear, what do you think?" Diavolo asked, bringing his head down low, watching you intently.
"I think it'll be easy to get used to being a demon," you replied charmingly. This made Diavolo laugh again.
"Maybe you were born to be one after all," he mused. "You really do look beautiful, my love. I hope I can make you as happy as you've made me for the rest of eternity," he cooed, lowering his voice. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and let an amused puff of air out of his nose.
"What was that?" you asked, noting his change in demeanor.
"Your scent changed. It's more like the tartness of pomegranates, the sweetness of chocolate, with hints of rose," Diavolo explained. "It's rather intoxicating to me," he purred in your ear. Your wings fluttered behind you involuntarily, causing him to laugh. "I see I can still fluster you, that's good."
You looked away, indeed flustered by the Demon Prince. You started to think about all the new smells around you as well until a question popped into your head, changing your demeanor as you shifted uncomfortably. "Oh, what is everyone going to think of me? This was rather sudden and next time I go to RAD, they'll all see me... differently."
"I imagine there will be some surprise, yes. They may be shocked to find out you're an Avatar more than anything. Everyone who loves you will still continue to so, as you can tell," Diavolo replied warmly, trying to quell your concerns.
"May I have your next dance?" Lucifer said after walking up to you two, waiting expectantly with a small smile. You nodded and Diavolo relinquished you in favor of grabbing some Demonus.
Pulling you into his arms as the song changed, Lucifer led you into the dance. One of his hands laid on your waist, the other held your hand up beside your melded bodies, your fingers intertwined together. He lowered his head to peer down at you.
"So, Avatar of Vainglory, what's it like to be you?" he asked, somewhat facetious.
"I like to imagine it's like you, but better," you retorted with a grin. Lucifer twirled you and pulled you back into his arms.
"I see you're more confident in your boldness," he groaned.
"Hm, maybe I just want to see you squirm for once," you replied.
"You'll be waiting for quite some time for something like that, little dove," Lucifer scoffed.
"I've got nothing but time now, sweetheart," you said with a wink. His flush returned and you grinned your victory.
Lucifer cleared his throat, trying to change the subject, "I do like how you look, if you didn't already know."
Your sly smile returned, and you looked up at him again. "Really? What with you blushing when I woke up, I couldn't tell. I was starting to get nervous."
"I highly doubt that," Lucifer replied tartly. He looked down at you again with a now softened expression. "I love you. I hope you remember everything I said to you before. I don't mind repeating it to you, though."
You nodded and looked away momentarily, a thought crossing your mind, but you elected to ignore it.
"Let's hear it," he said, knowing the look.
"Are you... concerned about my power?" you asked quietly. "You didn't seem thrilled about it."
It was his turn to look away, considering his answer carefully. "I was surprised, which doesn't happen often. Though, I should never have expected anything less from you MC," he finally replied, looking down at you softly. "By some definition of the word, you are a miracle, to me at least. I am happy to have someone like me in this world. It's far less lonely to have you around, and knowing you'll be mine eternity makes it that much easier to let myself be loved by you, knowing I won't have to say goodbye."
You let out a small gasp and searched his eyes. It was rare for him to be that vulnerable with you. Then, maybe, just maybe, that was true. Knowing you two wouldn't have to part maybe would make things easier for you two, as well as you and Diavolo. You were taken back to the arguments you had just yesterday, as a human, about your mortality and fragility. Those things wouldn't be of concern anymore.
Of course, it would be naive to think you or anyone else would be out of harm's way just because you were a demon.
For the rest of the dance, you both remained wordless. There was comfort in being able to just hold each other again in the presence of your family.
The party continued late into the night, and though you were tired, you never wanted it to end. Being able to bask in the love of everyone around you and truly enjoy yourself was something you'd treasure for all your days. Of course, too much Demonus was had by everyone else, and the only ones awake, coherent, and still in the castle were you, Diavolo, and Lucifer.
The three of you found yourselves in Diavolo's study, since the rest of Lucifer's brothers were passed out in the common rooms throughout the castle. You laid on the sofa in your regular form, relaxing on your stomach and humming to yourself. Though, you had to be coached a little on how to flip between the two.
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"So, basically, you need to pull everything in," Mammon explained.
"In?" you asked, confused.
"No, it's more like rolling your shoulders back and relaxing into it," Asmo said.
"You all are confusing her. It's like clearing your head and imagining yourself the way you want to look, so that if you want either your horns or wings out, but not both, you can do so," Satan tried to explain.
You tried all three explanations, and it was only when you quit thinking about it that you were able to switch, but when Simeon accidently made you laugh too hard, your wings popped out. With some practice you somewhat had the process down, though, it still felt a little foreign.
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Diavolo and Lucifer, also in their regular forms, pulled their chairs around to sit in front of you and they conversed about mundane things while sipping on more Demonus.
Conversations died, and soon enough the two just watched you, admiring you. You drew lazy circles on the floor with your finger as you hummed. Feeling their gazes, you looked up.
"Hmm?" you chirped.
Diavolo smiled and left his chair in favor of kneeling down on the floor near your head. "Happy?" he inquired. Lucifer remained in his seat; head rolled back in complete relaxation.
"Very," you beamed in a soft voice.
"That makes me very happy to hear. I hope today has been perfect for you," he murmured, brushing back your hair.
"There is one thing that would make me happier," you mumbled, acting shy.
"And what's that?"
You grabbed his chin and pulled him toward yourself for a passioned kiss.
"Mm," he groaned, letting you deepen the kiss and access his mouth with your tongue. His hand found its way to your back, smoothing down until he found your ass and gave it a squeeze. You gave a mischievous chuckle and pulled away, sitting up. He situated himself next to you and you two continued making out.
Lucifer finally brought his head up to see you two look like you were trying to swallow each other whole. It was a rather erotic sight, seeing you enjoy yourself, how you moved.
Quickly, Diavolo pulled you onto his lap and you ground yourself into him. He groaned against your lips, "MC..." You couldn't help but smile and continue your antics. You teased him with a little moan of your own, causing his hands to grip your waist to keep you still, though you still squirmed against it.
"Keep that up and this will be continuing somewhere else," Diavolo growled, boring his gaze into yours.
"I'm glad to see she doesn't mercilessly tease just me," Lucifer mused from his chair, sipping on his Demonus and watching you over the glass.
Your head turned towards Lucifer and said huskily, "But you like it, deep down. You want me to tease you. To see my cute little innocent face, looking up at you as if I did nothing."
Lucifer set his glass down and joined you two on the couch, next to Diavolo. He grabbed your chin and yanked it in his direction. "Maybe so, but I don't think you're as innocent as you once were, especially not now," he replied.
You took a finger and grazed it down Lucifer's temple, cheek, and jaw. "I still think there's plenty for me to learn. Plenty for you to show me," you added, lowering your eyes.
A slight tinge of pink dusted his face, and you smirked. What a little brat, he thought.
Diavolo redirected your gaze toward him again and captured your lips once more. Lucifer took your hand that was near his face and began to kiss it all over.
Feeling cheeky, you pulled away from the pair and sauntered to the door, "I'm going to bed," is all you said as you sashayed into the hall, hips swinging.
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Love, Eternal Pt. 1
Welcome to Part 1 of what I like to call my "love chapter" in our story of "Love, Eternal." I'll talk more about this chapter later on as the story unfolds, but let's just say, it's important, since it's the name that inspired this whole story.
CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This part is meant to be a bit emotional. Reader wears a dress. Intended/expected harm to reader. Mentions of scenes from other parts of this series but nothing graphic: sex, harm against reader, emotional trauma.
Themes: mortality/immortality, mentions of a soul, DiavoloxMC, LuciferxMC, lots of symbolism here.
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The castle was buzzing with activity. Little D.'s were seen everywhere carrying out the orders from their master, ensuring everything was ready for tonight. Though it wasn't for several more hours, everyone was still rushing to be ready for your arrival and rebirth. It was decided the ritual would take place in the gardens of the palace, attended by your most beloved family and lovers. The brothers spent the evening preparing, they wanted to get you gifts and look their best for you.
Lucifer and Diavolo spent the evening with you, showering you in love and affection so that you wouldn't get too nervous. They did try to console you, reassuring you that they arranged everything to go smoothly, and you wouldn't feel very much. Though, as time drew closer, you started to recount something Diavolo said.
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"I need to explain to you how it is I have to remove your soul," Diavolo stated. His face fell a little, knowing it was unpleasant. "I will have to end your life with my own hands in order to take your soul." He looked rather guilty, and it seemed as though it was the first time he has ever had a hard time looking at you.
There was an audible gulp from you upon hearing that. "Is there a way I won't have to... see you do that?" you asked, now feeling very uneasy.
"Surely we could let Belphegor put her to sleep," Lucifer suggested, seeing how you looked like you were about to bolt.
"I suppose that could work, what do you think?" Diavolo asked you.
You nodded and replied, "I think that would be preferable over seeing you... kill me."
Diavolo then nodded. "After I've done my job, it shouldn't be long before you wake up, and we'll all be waiting for you. I'll warn you, however, that you may feel intensely motivated toward whatever sin is gifted to you," Diavolo continued.
Lucifer picked up now, "You won't feel like you can control it for a while, but you'll find ways to work around it and become used to it. I'll be interested to see how you turn out," he said with a sly smirk.
"Will I still be myself? In terms of my personality, I mean," you inquired.
"You'll largely be yourself, but your way of approaching things will change, as will your priorities," Lucifer replied. He rested a hand on your cheek and gave you a soft look. "Don't worry, we'll all still love you no matter what."
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Everyone was out in the gardens now, shortly before midnight. You had asked them to all be in their demon forms, just for the formality of it all so you could greet them in yours as well, and to wait there for you. Though Lucifer and Diavolo wanted to be with you, you asked for Lucifer to join the others, and for Diavolo to take you down to the gardens when it was time, since you couldn't walk on your own.
Sitting on a stool in the bathroom, you thought about the culmination of your life's decisions leading up to this point. It was almost humorous, to think about how all you did was live your life and you wound up in essentially hell, fell in love with two of the Devildom's post powerful demons that you previously didn't even know existed, and now you were going to establish yourself within the hierarchy as an Avatar of Sin.
You peered at yourself in the mirror. It was you staring back in the reflection, but certainly not the same you from over a year ago. There were new scars, you held confidence in the way you approached the world around you, and the pact marks that adorned your flesh now were a reminder of what this was all for. But you also knew that they would no longer exist after tonight, and you wondered how you would look after it's over. You would be different after tonight as well.
Your eyes drifted down to your gown, and you adjusted it. Considering this was a special occasion, you wanted to look your best. You chose a silver floor-length dress that would radiate iridescent sparkles as you moved. It had a plunging v-neckline, long puffy mesh sleeves. Though, it would probably get destroyed after Diavolo finishes you, but you weren't terribly worried about it. You still weren't sure how he was going to do it, but in your mind, it didn't really matter in the end.
Diavolo appeared in the doorway. "You ready?" he asked quietly, but you still jumped a little as you were pulled from your deep thoughts. When you looked over at him, you saw he was in his demon form already, and you couldn't help but admire his form with a smile. A tinge of pink dusted his cheeks, but he smiled broadly at you. Nodding, you held out a hand to him. Your lover swept you up into his arms, bridal style, and kissed you feverishly, causing you to giggle.
He pulled away from his barrage of kisses and whispered, "You look beautiful my love. I love you so very much. While we have a chance alone, I want to tell you something."
You tilted your head and waited for his words. "I promise to love you always. No matter what happens to you tonight, tomorrow, or all your other days, my love for you will never run out. I will never again hold someone so dearly to me as I do with you. I will never leave you wanting, and I will give you everything that is mine to give," he said. You fought back the emotions that clawed at your throat and smiled. He placed a quick peck on your lips and walked out with you in his arms.
Diavolo made his way through the castle halls, both of you staying in comfortable silence. It was a weird feeling to think that you were going to die and be back shortly after to see the same walls, paintings, and lights. Would I see them differently? How will things smell? Will Demonus finally have an effect on me? You wondered about all these things in order to distract yourself from the way your heart felt like it was trying to crawl out of your throat.
When he reached the doors leading to the garden, he reached down to open them. You looked out to see across the way to find all your loved ones waiting for you. They formed a semicircle around the large stone round table that was erected in the middle. Lucifer stood by the table, looking calm as ever, but his eyes glimmered upon seeing you.
Diavolo slowly walked you down to the area, and your heart rate actually began to slow upon seeing everyone's happy faces watching you. Mammon looked slightly distraught but that could have been because he had to stand there and watch Diavolo carry you. It brought you great comfort to see everyone come and support you, and what you were about to endure was all worth it, for them.
Once at the table, Diavolo sat you down on it, so your legs dangled off the edge. He brushed a kiss against your forehead again and then stepped aside so Lucifer could step in front of you, his hand cupping your jaw and fingers laced into the hair behind your ear.
Given the audience behind you, Lucifer whispered in your ear so quietly, it was barely audible, but to you, it was still clear as day. "I love you, and I can't wait to spend eternity with you. Each and every day I will love you endlessly. I'll shower you in my time, affection, gifts, and love for the rest of our days. I'll see you in a minute." Pulling away from you, you saw just the hint of tears in his eyes, but the red tinge of his cheeks was far more prominent. Lucifer stepped back to join his brothers, stoic mask back on.
"Welcome, everyone. This is a rather special occasion we have tonight. As of today, our very own MC has decided to join our ranks and become a demon. After tonight, she will be known as an Avatar of Sin, which I will name after her presence is made known to me in her new form. She will hold the same rights and titles as you as an Avatar and will be honored as such within your family and to all within the Devildom," Diavolo stated. He then whispered to you, "Lean back now," and he guided you onto the table, feeling the cold surface brush your neck sent a chill down your spine.
Belphegor took that as his cue and proceeded to meet you at the table, and he stood near your head. He smiled sincerely down at you and brushed your hair out of your face. "I'll see you soon, MC," he whispered, giving your head a quick peck, and within a second your eyes were heavy from the slumber he put you under. Belphie stepped away and now Diavolo stood above you, face upside down from your view. Your hand, though feeling quite heavy, reached up towards his face. He dipped down to meet it, letting you caress his cheek. Gently, he took your hand and placed it back down on the table.
Bending over, he whispered above you, "I love you, forever."
Your eyes finally closed, and you could hear his voice, though fading and feeling further away as you drifted to sleep, say, "I will now remove her soul and place it within her grimoire, and she will be reborn to us..." and then you heard nothing. You felt nothing. It was dark, quiet, and peaceful in your mind, and it felt as though you were floating along a gentle river, the cool waters brushing your skin.
Snap.
Diavolo snapped your neck with a quick flick of his wrists, as if you were nothing but a twig. Lucifer flinched but kept his eyes on your lifeless form, and many of his brothers also twitched seeing it. Mammon had long since looked away, not being able to bear seeing you of all people like that, even if you felt none of it. There was a hum in the air as Diavolo worked on retrieving your soul with his magic.
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Within your subconscious, you awoke, eyes opening to see there were stars above you, bright and brilliantly shining against the midnight blue sky, as you still felt like you were floating down flowing rivers of serenity. That voice from before came to life again all around you, still never taking a form.
"So, you chose," it said.
I did.
"And you are happy?"
I am.
"We shall see, MC, Avatar of Sin."
The stars started to disappear, little by little, and the night sky was replaced with mirrors. The mirrors scattered images of your life; moments passed by:
The moment you fell into the Devildom after being summoned, seeing Diavolo and the brothers looking down at you from their chairs. Then, each moment that you made a pact with Mammon, Levi, Beel, Asmo, Satan, Belphie, Lucifer. In faster sequences, you were shown coming back to the Devildom for the second time, your trials and tribulations resulting from your return, and then they slowed again.
You saw flashes of your relationship with Lucifer, leading to your eventual break-up. The nights where you were laid up crying against the shoulder of Mammon or where you made up with Lucifer, just for the cycle to start again, made your heart twinge. Then, your first date with Diavolo, the first time you felt completely whole with yourself, and you fell for the Demon Lord. You were shown the image of him hovering over you the morning after your first date, and you could see the pure adoration in his eyes. Flying by, your time spent with Diavolo led you back to Lucifer. You were shown the moments when Lucifer looked at you with longing as you walked away, how he held you in his bed to comfort you. The day you decided to officially date the both of them showed up, followed by the first time you rekindled with Lucifer in your bed. You saw the magnificent image of his heaving demon form on top of your human body, both in awe and love. Next, there was the roll of scenes of you dating both demons, the love you shared for each of them, equal in measure but different in context. There was the night of the ball, seeing your body writhing between theirs in absolute harmonious pleasure, it was glorious.
Though, these things can't last forever, as the images of your fights with lower demons displayed, and even while you wanted to give into the pressure and call it quits, you held firm in your love for both demons and fought for what you wanted, even if it seemed like things were against you. From another perspective, you saw your lifeless form in the colosseum, and then in your palace bedroom in Diavolo's arms. Two mirrors then stopped in front of you, one showing Diavolo, and one showing Lucifer, while they were conversing:
"I can't help but wonder, about her humanity, her soul. Would we still be enamored with her?" Lucifer asked.
"As for her soul, imagine being in her shoes. We are soulless beings of carnal desires, embodiments of sin, and she takes the physical, mental, and emotional punishments of being around us, yet she loves us all the same. I find the idea of the demoness she could be to be rather intriguing, and I would love her all the same, if not more for such a sacrifice on her part," Diavolo replied.
"I can't deny that I also want her to choose immortality, but I wonder if she wouldn't regret her decision after a few hundred years. Though, that is how choices work, you live with the consequences," Lucifer mused.
"We would make sure that she's never left wanting, for anything, and do our best to remind her every day that we are eternally grateful for her in our lives," Diavolo murmured.
The memory ended, and a third mirror appeared to show your appearance, the day you were first summoned to the Devildom, and it sat in between the two mirrors showing Diavolo and Lucifer that same day. You had never noticed it, but their faces fell into that of surprise to see you, with hints of curiosity and enchantment. Even looking in as a third person, you could almost see the electricity that filled the space between the three of you as you gazed upon the demons.
Above Diavolo's mirror it said, "The Head," and above Lucifer's it was, "The Right Hand." Finally, above yours, it read "The Heart." Across all three mirrors, words appeared in glittering red letters:
"For in this moment, the three fell into the fate of divinity, where they are able to remain in love, eternal."
The mirrors went blank, and they melded into one before you.
"So, Avatar, these are the moments that weigh the heaviest upon your soul, the very memories that have woven the chords of your heart song. None of your human world life, though. Intriguing. We shall see what you make of your demon life, use it well." The mirror began to show your feet, and your new form began to appear into existence.
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Everyone watched as your form began to shift on the stone table, a halo of dark multi-colored vapors seeping off of you in plums, lapis, emeralds, amethysts. Your dress melted away like water cascading off a waterfall, to reveal your demon form, wings and horns slowly materializing as if the designer was still drawing it all out, brush strokes that weaved together the threads of your flesh and bone. An eerie feeling lay across the area, and it was a like a vacuum of all things good, sucking it all out to spit out dark, venomous energy around the Devildom. A demon, no, an Avatar of Sin was born.
Lucifer and Diavolo froze, as did everyone else, as they felt your presence seep back into the plane of existence. All seven Avatars felt your pacts disappear; the connection severed. However, there was an undeniable feeling that the new demon was one of theirs, and they all still felt an overwhelming urge to be near you. Barbatos twitched involuntarily as he felt your immense power also dripping into the plane, and it was hard to mistake the change in the overall energy within the world as you came to life.
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Back in your subconscious, the voice continued, "Your soul has been removed, and you shall live out your days as a demon amongst those in the Devildom. As for your sin, you are one that rivals with another in power, grace, and respect, though you differ in some respects, but withstanding the charm, beauty, and beguile of another. Holding yourself to the highest esteem, your appearances and accomplishments are which you deem to prevail above all else, so I name you..."
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Your eyes opened as you heard Diavolo's bright voice ring out,
"...the Avatar of Vainglory."
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The Queen's Torment, Pt. 2
Things are getting interesting, no?
CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly.
Themes: Romance. DiavoloxMC, LuciferxMC
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There was silence. It was like all of you walked into a vacuum with how quiet it was. Slowly, Satan tilted his head to look at Diavolo, as if to ask if it were true, so Diavolo stood and walked up next to you.
Though all six wanted to start arguing, something about the Demon Lord looming beside you, in front of them, made them think twice before saying anything. It definitely didn't help when Lucifer stood, far in the back, and gave each of them a menacing scowl, as if to say "Behave."
Then, with the loudest squeal to ever grace your ears, Asmo shot forward to hug you. "My MC is going to be queen?! I can't believe it! What an honor! Oh, MC I knew you were special. You're going to just be fabulous. We'll make sure to dress you up in the finest-" Asmo gushed, and gushed, and gushed over you. Diavolo couldn't help but smile, but dread filled each brother's eyes the further Asmo went on, so you held up a hand for the fifth eldest to stop talking.
"And I can't wait to do all of that with you, all of you," you replied.
"So... does this mean you're marrying Lord Diavolo?" Belphie finally asked with a head tilt.
They were all silent again and stared at you.
"Ah well... we haven't worked out the legalities yet," you said diplomatically.
"Would you marry both Lord Diavolo and Lucifer?" Beel asked, confused by the whole ordeal.
A flush crossed your face, realizing indeed, these were things you needed to consider, but Diavolo had reassured you, you all could work out the details later. Lucifer was glad to hang back as he hid his own flush behind his hand as you spoke.
"As I said, we have to work those things out, but I wanted you all to know first, because you're my family," you beamed.
Suddenly, they all rushed in to hug you, and you were a giggling mess as they nuzzled into you. Diavolo just laughed, and when he looked at Lucifer, he could see the glimmer in the eldest's eyes, but when Lucifer knew he was being watched, he looked up and dropped back to his usual neutral self. Then, in his usual fashion, Mammon started griping about everyone being too close, so the hug was broken up.
You then turned to Diavolo, "Now you can announce it," you said with a soft smile. Diavolo nodded and looked over to Barbatos, who had already started to make his way out of the suite to begin the process.
"I guess then the ball is tomorrow. Oh!" you said, getting everyone's attention. "Can all of you come?" you asked the brothers. They all piped up their agreements, even Levi seemed excited to go. Your heart swelled with warmth and fondness as you looked at the six, happy to see them happy for you, even Mammon didn't seem to upset with the entire ordeal. Truthfully, Mammon just wanted you to be happy, so if this did, he didn't mind too much. This was your moment, and he even knew sometimes he had to let things go so you could shine.
Diavolo placed his hands on your shoulders, "I'm glad you all are attending, I think this will be quite the celebration!" he beamed.
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Over the course of the day, you were given your first assignment as the next queen, which was to organize the ball. Barbatos helped you mostly, between choosing what music to play, the flowers and decor used in the ballroom, all the way down to the colors of the curtains, should you choose to change those since he knew all the contacts for those things. Diavolo gave you full control over the operation, as he just remained in charge of creating the invitation list, ensuring the three realms' nobility were there.
Lucifer helped as well, since Diavolo was out working on his own business, serving as your right hand for the day. He offered his opinions and suggestions, or whatever best helped you. He rather enjoyed watching this side of you, planning and organizing. It seemed to come naturally, though, maybe as the Avatar of Vanity that shouldn't come as a surprise. Appearances were everything to you, and nothing you put together was going to be short of glorious and spectacular.
And truthfully, this was one of the most fun projects you've done in a while. You were excited to show everything to Diavolo later, to see how he would beam with pride at your work. Lucifer certainly made sure to tell you how much he liked your ideas, which seemed to increase in frequency after you started giving him a kiss per compliment. By the end of the day, everything was ready for the next day, and you couldn't have been more proud.
Though, there was something you were keeping to yourself as the day drudged on. A headache was thrumming away at the front of your skull, but you had assumed it was from having a rather rough night and unpleasant morning. Every time it started to weigh you down, you just threw yourself that much further into your plans.
When Diavolo returned to you, he was speechless at everything you had accomplished. Your designs and plans were beautiful, though he shouldn't have expected anything less. Of course, you told him that Lucifer and Barbatos deserved much of the praise for helping you. Though, all three still agreed you had a brilliant mind for such things, and it particularly made Diavolo happy to know you could handle it.
Lucifer left for the evening, and it was just you and Diavolo in the common room together as you put your project plans away. Dropping down next to your lover, you sighed with content.
"Tired, my love?" he asked. You nodded and smiled. The headache had become worse now, but it was still manageable. Diavolo pulled you into his side and also sighed. "I want you to know, I'm very proud of you. You've overcome so much in your time here, and I don't think I tell you that enough," he said quietly.
"I'd do it all again for you," you replied, resting your head on his chest. It warmed his heart for you to say that, it really did.
However, when he thought about the last forty-eight hours, what you endured at the colosseum, The Fall, and all the other mishaps you fell into, he couldn't help but feel guilty, that had you never arrived in the Devildom, you'd be safe from such harms in the human world. But then he remembered an offhand comment you made to him once, another one of those stern talks you gave,
"You know, I'm not technically safe up in the human world either. I could be hit by a bus, someone could shoot me, I could fall into a manhole. There are just as many dangers to me there as there are here. But when I'm in the human world, I don't have you, Lucifer, Mammon, Barbatos, or anyone else. When I'm here, I have you all, which already puts me ahead of anything else in terms of safety."
Diavolo tilted his head down to rest on top of yours, bringing up your left hand to look at it, your ring dazzling in the lights. He didn't say anything, because he didn't feel the need to, and neither did you. It was comfortable just to bask in each other's presence. Though the day didn't start off well, it ended on a much happier note.
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Just as you were getting ready for bed in your suite, there was a knock at your door, and much to your surprise, Belphie and Diavolo were standing in front of you when you opened it. Belphie had come to see about setting you up with a sleep cast so you could sleep well, and you agreed to let him do it.
Quickly, you got into bed and Belphie held his hand over your head and spoke with you, "Would you like to just sleep, or have pleasant dreams?"
"I think I'm good with just sleeping, if you don't mind," you answered quietly.
Belphie nodded and began the cast, and it took no time at all for your lids to become heavy and he whispered to you, "Good night MC, see you tomorrow."
Diavolo and Belphie watched as you effortlessly fell into deep slumber, looking rather peaceful. There was a silent exchange between the two demons and Belphie saw himself out.
The prince had decided he would stay with you, just in case something went wrong. He settled in next to you and propped himself up on an elbow to watch. Though you were rather still, it brought Diavolo a sense of relief to see you calm, resting easily. It helped him to rest easier too, and it was after some time, he finally drifted off too.
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"So, you can't dream, but that doesn't mean I won't try to talk to you," the voice said. You gave it no reply and didn't even acknowledge its presence in your subconscious. It was as if you were simply offline as it talked.
"Be silent all you want, then. You will regret this. Being queen, being a demon, staying in the Devildom. You will regret it all. And if you don't renounce yourself soon, I will personally see you to your end, if I don't get you to end yourself at your own hand," it said maniacally.
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This time Diavolo woke, having a rather vicious nightmare himself. He instantly looked to you, and he saw you were still blissfully asleep. His eyes narrowed as he scanned your body, but he knew you were okay. Thankfully, it was the rare time that he could hold you after such a bad dream, and he enjoyed being able to pull you into his embrace, stroking your hair and soft skin to remind himself you were indeed unharmed. His nightmare consisted of you trying to end your own life, and it hurt him more than words could say to visualize such an atrocity.
It wasn't long before he relaxed again, dozing off to the sound of your breathing, feeling the light puffs of air on his chest.
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The Royal Standard, Pt. 6
Welcome to Part 6. Let us see how our story unfolds...
CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Violence against reader.
Themes: Romance. DiavoloxMC. Nightmares.
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All around you, it was warm, like you were cocooned in one of those electric blankets set on the high setting. Soft breaths fluttered your hair, and slowly you opened your eyes to look at the neck of Diavolo. With your body just slightly twitching as you tried to wake up, his eyes opened too. You two were wrapped up in his wings in his bed that was now on the ground. His eyes shifted downward to see your regular form tangled up in his body.
Diavolo retracted his wings and reverted back to his regular form. All the memories of a few hours ago came tumbling back, and he immediately jolted to release his hold on you so he could look at you.
"MC," he said to you in a tense voice. Hazily, you looked up at him. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
Your brows furrowed. "No? I'm fine, just tired," you said hoarsely. His eyes scanned your naked frame, and indeed you looked unharmed, but he also remembers how rough he was, and the broken bed was evident enough of it.
Seeing the concern on his face, you brought your hand up to his cheek and held it there. "I'm fine, Diavolo. That was amazing," you cooed. "I didn't know... that you had that in you," you said, sounding impressed.
He was silent. Truthfully, that was a side of himself he didn't like to show, it was that part that he worked hard to keep away from you because he couldn't fathom the idea that if he let that out, he could hurt you. He tried to remind himself that you were in fact fine, and that now as a demon yourself, you could withstand it, but the possibility was always there. More memories resurfaced, and he started to think about how he remembered feeling a sort of pull in that moment with you, how your voice seemed to muddle his mind with your illustrious tone.
Diavolo was pulled from his thoughts as you said his name for the third time.
"Diavolo! Are you listening?" you said, mildly frustrated.
"I'm sorry, I let myself get out of control," he stated, his voice painfully neutral. The demon took great pride in his control of himself, and to succumb to anything that might disturb such discipline was shameful in his mind, even if you asked for it.
You sighed again and started to wriggle out of his grasp. He begrudgingly let you go. Rolling away, you sat up on your knees and looked down at the prince, hands on your hips.
"I told you I didn't want to live my life down here like I'm a glass statue that could break, and I don't want to be put on a pedestal either. I'm fine, and I like that side of you," you snapped.
Diavolo stared at you, wide-eyed. It wasn't often someone spoke to him in such a manner, but he realized that was what he appreciated about you. You told him what he needed to hear, not what would make him happy or placate him. He proceeded to sit up, leaning over and staring at his hands that laid in front of him.
"I'm sorry, you're right. I'll always want to be careful with you, but I have to trust you'll tell me if I actually do hurt you," he said quietly. His head turned toward your direction, but his gaze didn't meet yours. "Before our first date all those months ago, I was actually very worried about hurting you. I thought about how much smaller you are than I am, and you're still... well, you're not that much different, so I suppose when I look at you, I still have those residual feelings."
Deciding to find the humor, you smiled and gave him your pensive face, "I think it would almost kill you to know there are humans smaller than I am."
He rolled his eyes, "No, really?"
You narrowed your eyes at his sarcasm.
A smile tugged at his lips, and his gaze finally met yours, and he sent his hand to cup your cheek. "But there are none more beautiful than you."
Ruining the moment, and your vanity was seeping out of you, you replied, "So you're saying there are demons more beautiful than I am?"
"Darling, I think at this point you should know that no one holds a candle to your beauty, and I'm sure Asmo would roll in his grave to hear me say that," Diavolo replied.
Satisfied with his answer, you took your place next to him and as both of you reclined back on the bed, it creaked. A grin smeared your lips, and you couldn't help but to say, "Sorry about your bed."
"I'll have it fixed, though, maybe I like it on the floor anyway. Maybe I'll leave it this way," he replied half-heartedly.
"I guess we can go sleep in my room," you suggested sleepily. He let out an amused sigh but didn't respond as you turned to your side and laid your head on his chest, tangling up your legs in his as you got comfortable.
It wasn't long before your light snores were the only noise in the room. Diavolo wrapped his arm around you tightly, and he stared up at the ceiling. He considered your words, knowing he indeed didn't need to be so hard on himself with you. However, he just didn't want to give you any reason to think your trust was misplaced in him.
He turned to look at your sleeping form. You were everything to him, his whole world wrapped up in one little demon. The memory of you saying yes to being his queen resurfaced, and finally a smile graced his lips again, knowing he would look forward to a long happy reign with you.
-
"You're playing with fire, you know," the voice said.
You opened your eyes to a field of human world wildflowers. There was sunshine, and all around you were rolling hills of beautiful countryside.
"I told you if you said yes, that would be your future. Now you will play in the power struggle of the divine triad."
"I know I can make it work. I will be The Heart of the Devildom," you retorted back.
"The Heart, hmm?" the voice mocked you. The vaporous apparition of you appeared in front of you as the sun was eclipsed, and the fields around you started to lose their color and become desolate and gray.
"You mean this heart?" It inquired as it grabbed you, pulling you off the ground by your collar. With its other hand it shoved itself into your chest cavity, creating a sickening crunching sound to rip out your blackened demon heart. You flailed and tried to get away, but it was like a force was bearing down on you, keeping you still.
"You'll die fighting for what you love, over and over again, or you'll just ruin everything you touch, just like this," it said as it squeezed your heart and it burst, dark mahogany streams dripping down.
-
There was a struggle as you fought to sit up. You were pushing on something that refused to move, and you hadn't been released from your REM sleep yet, so you were dreaming of your struggle to escape the claws of your apparition. One of your legs kicked back into Diavolo's, causing him to wake abruptly. He immediately looked down at you as you fought to move.
"MC?" he said. He was confused, and he couldn't see your face as you had your back to him.
He turned to his side and propped himself up on an elbow. Just as he started to put his hand on your shoulder, you jolted, and immediately pushed yourself up onto one arm, clutching your chest with the other and gasping for air.
"My love?" he called to you again. He sat up and drug himself to you, running a hand down your arm. "Are you okay?" When he touched you, he felt how you trembled, and he realized you must have had a nightmare. Gently, he pulled you into him, and though your body was still tense, you fell into his grasp, your back against his chest. "Shh, I've got you," he cooed in your ear.
It was a while before you stopped trembling, and Diavolo took to stroking circles into your back and massaging your scalp to try and ease you into relaxing. He wanted to know what was plaguing you, but he didn't want to cause you more distress. This was your second night in a row with a night terror, and this was the first time he had witnessed one of these fits; he was worried. After some thinking, he was curious to how long these had been going on, and he wanted to find a way to alleviate these things for you.
Suddenly, you rolled over and faced him, tears streaming down your face. Diavolo instantly took his thumb to wipe them away, worried about your state. "Darling..."
Without saying anything, you buried your face into his chest and wrapping your body around his as much as you could. Diavolo curled up around you as well, feeling very protective over you now. He had to find out what was happening and try to ease your emotional pain. Though he sometimes had nightmares too, most often centered around you disappearing, he never got to this state of being inconsolable.
Hours went by as you two laid awake. Diavolo was able to get both of you under the covers, and just as morning rolled around, you seemed to relax and fall into a light sleep. Carefully, Diavolo grabbed his D.D.D. from the side table to text a few people while trying to not disturb you.
Diavolo: MC had another nightmare. How often does she normally have them?
Lucifer: That's two nights in a row, then. It's usually once every couple of months. Mammon knows the most about them.
Barbatos: Has she said shared with either of you about the nature of her nightmares?
Diavolo: She won't tell anyone about them.
Barbatos: Then it might be right to assume she's being tormented, and those aren't actual nightmares. Both of you, please meet with me in the palace library at your earliest convenience to discuss this.
Lucifer's and Diavolo's hearts sank in that moment, realizing that could be the case, and if so, it would be very difficult to find out what exactly was happening, especially if you won't talk about what you're seeing.
Diavolo slowly detached himself from you, and finding that you were indeed asleep now, so he quickly and quietly got dressed to meet his butler.
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