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cslfallen · 3 days
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Hacc into dia's DDD
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authormars · 1 day
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Currently obsessing over old royal demon courting methods and traditions Lucifer knows nothing about so Diavolo is left feeling sad because he thinks he's being rejected when his fallen angel boyfriend literally just. Doesn't know them
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Diavolo draws Lucifer naked and it's always accurate
...Oh
*Deep inhale*
HIS CO-
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the-great-chimera · 1 year
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Mc: * Angrily walks into the cult meeting, still groggy * WHO TF LEFT ME IN THE CAR-
*room full of cultists looks like thier making a deal with dia and luci*
Cultists: w-what...
Lucifer: mc go back to sleep, go back to the car we've got it covered.
Cultists: m-my lord did you bring us a sacrifice? Who is this ?
Lucifer: No, and if you ever refer to them as a sacrifice again, I'll flay the skin from your meat.
Mc: *still groggy and sleepy but angry* IT WAS 2 WHEN I FELL ASLEEP ITS NOW 7 , WHO TF LEFT ME IN THE CAR AND PUT IT IN DOGMODE.
Diavolo: mc it's okay, we're nearly done here anyway. You can go back to the car. Barbatos put sandwiches in a cooler in the center console.
Mc: *rubs their eyes and looks around *
Mc: I'm gonna go....but not because you told me too!
Mc: * turns around and leaves* sam..ich...
Cultists: my lords what the fuck?
Lucifer: that is our...uh...pet?
Diavolo:* nods* definitely pet
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witheredapple · 10 days
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[MC and Satan texting]
MC: Congrats, Satan!
Satan: For what?
MC: *Sends a picture of Diavolo proposing to Lucifer under an apple tree*
MC: For becoming the stepson of the Demon Prince!
^Satan has blocked you^
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pseudonymphomania · 2 months
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Sometimes all we need is a hug…
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… so Diavolo decrees today to be Hug Day. I hope everyone has a great day, and if not, someone will always be there to hug you.
Thank you @cslfallen @hgvvvh @turtleybeachin @flappingdragon @revoleotion @ruewrites; you all know what you did.
A special thanks to @gurgurlac for being my first fan here and a special special thanks to @possum-with-anxiety for going down my entire catalogue of work and liking everything, even the most unhinged of nonsense lol. Don’t think I don’t notice the shenanigans going on in my notes.
And, though I won’t tag everyone, I hope you know that I appreciate you in particular, the person looking at this message, because even though I don’t know you, the fact that you can see me means that you and I exist in this infinite cosmos together, drawn together by the randomest of forces. Closing the gap only takes a hello.
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kit-the-gaygent · 8 months
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"I miss Mc" Mammon mumbled to himself.
The brothers had been invited to a party, however Mc was at home, something about wanting to finish homework or maybe a book.
Mammon had been sitting next to Levi playing with a glass of water in his hands.
Levi, who had been playing some RPG on one of his many hand held consoles hummed in agreement, but wasn't really paying attention to anything else. Most of his other brothers were drinking, a long with Diaviolo and the purgatory hall boys.
Thirteen was harassing Solomon and Meph was getting into an argument with a tipsy Lucifer who was drunkenly leaning into the prince's shoulder, with Dia's arm wrapped around the avatar of Pride's waist.
Mammon sighed to himself again as he got up from his seat took one last sip of his drink and headed for the door.
The walk back to the HOL was a calm and quiet one, there wasn't much foot traffic due to it being so late in the night. Mammon wondered if Mc would even be awake at this hour.
Unlocking the door Mammon wordlessly entered the entry way to his home. The grand staircase greeting him as he shut and locked the front door behind him.
The avatar of Greed made his down the halls, passing the kitchen and onto the next room. His favorite room in the mansion. Mc's room. Mammon quietly opened the door to his human's room. And there they sat sitting in their large bed scrolling on their phone. Their eyes moved from the illuminating light of their phone screen and onto the bright light of the hallway, and their first man, Mammon.
"back so soon? I figured you boys wouldn't be home till tomorrow morning." Mc chuckled to themselves. Mammon smiled as he began to undress out of his formal wear and down to his boxers and socks.
"it's just me right now." Mammon spoke softly to the human as they made room for him under the covers.
"so you missed me?" Mc smiled sweetly, Mammon could feel tiredness begin to creep up on him, and there wasn't anything he could maintain his tsundere facade.
"mhm hmm." He hummed in response as he pulled Mc close to him. The two tangled their legs together enveloped in the warmth of their bodies.
Mc was happy Mammon had come home early.
They had missed him.
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Diavolo planted apple trees because he wanted to share Devildom apples with (angel) Lucifer
Lucifer's favourite snack is a type of Devildom apple
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luxthestrange · 11 months
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Incorrect quotes#808 Prayer for Love
-In Nightbringer Somewhere in the Castle-
Dia*praying to ...anyone really by his bed in his boudoir when he made sure no one was around* Oh dear whoever if you see fit to send me my one true love...aside Lucifer...
You crash through the roof and land on the bed
Dia*looks up and grins* Thank you~*starts to climb on top of you*
Dia*hand reaches to caress your cheek while the other goes...lower...and lower* Oh my what a cute tiny one you are~
Mc*struggles to push him off them with a red face and disoriented eyes not knowing it's Diavolo* No! No! I have a headache!*runs away* IM NOT READY FOR ANOTHER COMMITMENT!
Dia: OH BUGGER! I was 'that' close! I touched it...Well, time to get the hunting net...it worked on Lucifer
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melverie · 2 months
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I feel like I'm intruding on something
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thatweirdkin · 3 months
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Is this the fantastic three chat?
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cslfallen · 3 months
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For dialuci shippers
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authormars · 2 days
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Now where is Lucifer’s favourite spot to lay his head? (Same options as before, 1-5)
Dia's man titties. He treats them as pillows
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devildomwriter · 6 months
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“Just look at Diavolo. He’s wearing that huge smile, but you can tell he’s livid on the inside. This is when Diavolo is at his most frightening…”
— Lucifer to MC (Chapter 46-16 Hard)
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obey-me-headquarters · 8 months
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My “Lucifer accidentally wearing a vibrator to RAD” post is one of my favorites and it’s an idea I often come back to in my mind. And I guess I day dreamed a new “version” of it?
So basically, the fic starts the same, with Lucifer accidentally going to RAD wearing a vibrator and you unknowingly edge and overstim him the entire day. Only when the day ends instead of going home and getting fucked by you, Diavolo calls him in for a suprise council meeting.
Diavolo found out a budget suddenly didn’t work or something. So now Lucifer has to sit in Diavolo’s office with him and Barbatos and go over the budget and brainstorm ways on how to fix it.
Only the vibrator is still going off, and sitting down means it’s pressing into all of his sensitive places. And after an entire day of getting his pussy played with Lucifer is sensitive beyond belief.
Yet Lucifer can’t ask to go home because that would be suspicious, so he’s still there, in front of Diavolo and Barbatos, squirming in his seat as his orgasm builds and builds. Trying so desperately to pay attention and participate in the conversation but struggling as the vibrator presses into the sensitive hood of his clit.
It’s even worse as he can’t seem to cum, the vibrator, while making him sensitive, also made his body used to it. And he can’t quite reach the peak his body keeps leading too. Getting so close that it makes his thighs shake, his pussy dripping, but never quite surpassing it.
Lucifer being locked in a battle of wills, wanting so desperately to cum but also not wanting Diavolo and Barbatos to realize what’s going on.
But of course, the two notice something is wrong. Barbatos is too attentive of a butler to not notice when someone is feeling unwell, and Diavolo has known Lucifer for thousands of years. Yet they don’t seem to quite grasp what is bothering Lucifer, as they ask if the prideful demon is feeling unwell.
Diavolo offers to postpone the meeting to a later date, and suggests that Lucifer goes home to rest. But Lucifer denies any feelings of illness, knowing that if he were to stand that the two would see how his pants cling to the chair and the puddle of slick he has created.
So the meeting moves on, only now both Diavolo and Barbatos keep a careful eye on Lucifer. And this is when they start to notice exactly *how* Lucifer is being affected. How his flush face and squirming is not a sign of illness, but of arousal.
I also headcanon (or, at least, make canon in my fics), that Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos all routinely fuck. It’s, like, a friends-with-benefits situation because none of them can admit their actual feelings for each other. Until you come along. So this is way less dubious consent lol.
Anyway, the two of them notice, and share a look of “we’re totally going to dom and tease the fuck out of Lucifer” (a normal look the two of them share.)
So Barbatos offers to give Lucifer a shoulder massage, stating that the stress of managing his brothers must be getting to him. Lucifer tries to resist, insisting that he is quite alright, but Diavolo leans over his desk, his sleeves rolled up, his eyes full of mischief, and says that Lucifer should listen to Barbatos.
And Lucifer loses the fight, allowing the butler demon to caress his shoulder blades. Now at least he has an excuse when his moans of pleasure slip through.
Still, Lucifer is unable to cum, still being edged to hell and back as his body refuses to let him topple over. The idea of work or paying attention has been completely abandoned as Lucifer is now grinding his hips into the wet plush seat, desperately chasing an orgasm. His thin slice of pride being the only thing stopping him from reaching down and shoving his hands into his pants.
Luckily he doesn’t need that to finally topple over, as when Diavolo whispers into his ear - how he got from behind his desk to suddenly right next to him, Lucifer will never know - his voice low and commanding to finally let go and cum, Lucifer’s body forces himself over the edge.
Lucifer doesn’t normally squirt, while his pussy drips out precum at a steady rate, it is actually very rare for him to actually squirt when he cums. Yet this time his body has no trouble spraying in his pants, wetting his already drenched pants and soaking the chair and desk.
Yet, like the rest of the day, the vibrator doesn’t crease. It still buzzes away in him. After returning home to the house of Lamentation you completely forgot to ask Lucifer about the remote, leaving it in your bag as you tossed it on the floor, leaving it on the already very high vibration.
Lucifer now squirms in full, his legs stretching out to thump uselessly against the floor as he tries in vain to get away from the vibrator. Barbatos has stopped massaging Lucifer’s shoulders to hold him against his chair, stopping him from getting up.
Diavolo watches, amused and very aroused by Lucifer’s antics. He thought Lucifer came into the meeting room today wearing a vibrator, but he finds it curious that he’s not currently turning it off after his orgasm. Instead the prideful demon is desperately pawing at his soaked crouch, like he’s trying to remove the vibrator, but he’s unable to get a good grip on it.
Diavolo asks where the remote is, and Lucifer stutters out his situation. How he accidentally came to RAD wearing the vibrator, how he’s been edged and made to orgasm, how he’s pretty sure that you have the remote. Diavolo swallows heavily at the idea of Lucifer being tormented for the entire day. Mentally noting that he will have to do the same one day, maybe as a punishment for Lucifer.
With his own hands Diavolo reaches down and tears off Lucifer's pants and underwear, and Lucifer only whines weakly at his uniform being ripped to shreds. The sight of Lucifer’s pussy - dripping, a deep red, and abused - sends both Diavolo and Barbatos groaning.
Even the normally quiet and unassuming butler is overcome with his desire to torment Lucifer even more. To play with him until he’s screaming and sobbing, barely able to moan out full words.
Diavolo growls, deep and primal, the kind of growl that tells Lucifer that the prince is going to let go of all his princey etiquette and fuck him like the demon he is. And he wastes no time, as he reaches down to play with Lucifer’s pussy.
His hands only ghost over Lucifer’s labia but it’s enough to send him into hysterics. His hands shot out to drab Diavolo’s arms, but Diavolo is already so much more stronger than him and Lucifer is weak on account of all the orgasms he already had. So it takes no effort for Diavolo to continue his assault.
His fingers gently grazing up and down the abused flesh, like he’s apologizing for all the torment he’s going to put his pussy through. Lucifer weakly begs Diavolo to take out the vibrator, as it is still buzzing against his tender clit, but Diavolo only shushes him. His hands land on the opening to his pussy, where the other section of the vibrator is already buzzing away.
The toy is not nearly as big as any of the dicks Lucifer has taken, so Diavolo doesn’t hesitate when he pushes two of his fingers alongside the toy. Lucifer gasps like he’s been wounded, his back straightening as he tries to throw himself out of the chair. But Barbatos is still behind him, and he’s still holding him against the chair, barring any movements.
Diavolo’s fingers explore Lucifer’s tender pussy, spreading it even wider and pressing against all the spots that makes Lucifer scream. He moves the vibrator away for a movement to play with Lucifer’s g-spot. The sound Lucifer lets out when Diavolo presses firmly against it can’t be described as a sob or a scream, as it’s more of a desperate wail.
Diavolo notes how puffy his g-spot has gotten, the constant stimulation against it all day enlarging it and making it all the more sensitive. The prince spends a few movements playing with it, studying it as it pulsates. Until he can’t take it anymore.
“Barbatos.” Diavolo growls, and the butler immediately knows what he is asking for.
With strong hands he lifts Lucifer up and manhandles him into position. His stomach lay across the desk with his legs tip toeing, barely able to hold his weight up. Luckily Barbatos is there to hold him in place, his strong hands pinning Lucifer against the wood. Diavolo settles in between Lucifer’s thighs as he kneels on the ground. His hands wrap around Lucifer’s thighs to grant him easy access to Lucifer’s pussy, and to stop him from closing his legs.
With his teeth Diavolo removes the vibrator, earning a soft “thank you” from Lucifer, who hasn’t quite grasped why he’s laying across the desk or what Diavolo intends to do with his vulnerable pussy. It doesn’t take him long to figure out though, not when Diavolo leans up and wraps his lips around Lucifer’s clit.
“No no no no no no,” Lucifer whines as he struggles against the sensation. But he’s firmly locked in, Barbatos keeping him from squirming and Diavolo’s hands around his thighs allowing him easy access.
Slowly, like he’s testing out the waters, Diavolo’s tongue circles Lucifer’s clit. Feeling at it pulsates and shakes against him, like it too is trying to get away. But Diavolo doesn’t heed it’s request, instead he pushes onward, moving up until his tongue catches on the hood of Lucifer’s clit.
“Diavolo, no.” Lucifer tries to be firm, but it comes out more like a desperate sob. Lucifer knows that he’s way more sensitive when his clit is pulled back from its hood. That all it takes is a few swipes and he’s coming on a normal day. He doesn’t know if he'd survive if Diavolo’s tongue were to attack him there.
But Diavolo doesn’t seem to care about Lucifer’s survival, he just wants to taste his cum. So he moves his arms around until he can grasp Lucifer’s pussy with one hand. And slowly, ever so slowly, he pulls Lucifer’s clit away from his hood.
Before wrapping his lips around his clit and humming.
Lucifer sees white. His ears are ringing. He’s pretty sure he’s not even breathing, or if he is, he’s most likely hyperventilating. He squirts again, but Lucifer isn’t sure he’s even conscious, so he can’t tell.
He’s not sure how long Diavolo’s lips stay locked around his clit, it could be for a few minutes, or could be for a thousand years, all he knows is that he’s been forced to again and again and again.
Until suddenly it stops. Lucifer’s vision clears as he feels Diavolo pop off of his clit, there’s still some spots around the edges, but at the very least he’s able to get a full breath into his lungs. Distantly he feels Diavolo stand up, and a part of him hopes that means that it’s over, but another part knows what’s coming up.
He hears the sound of a zipper opening, and he knows his fate is sealed before Diavolo even slams his hips forward. His whole members bottoming out in an instant inside of Lucifer. The force actually sends Lucifer forward by half an inch, but it’s just enough for him to become flush with Barbatos’ crotch. He notices that Barbatos is hard and dripping through his pants for only a moment before Diavolo is pulling back and slamming back into him, ceasing all cognitive thought.
After a few moments, Lucifer’s brain slowly comes back online, and he can do something about Barbatos’ little problem. With shaky hands he reaches up and tries to undo Barbatos pants, but the shifting motion of Diavolo’s thrusts and his own weakness stops him from making any real progress.
Luckily Barbatos notices his struggles, and bats his hands away to replace them with his own. Swiftly he removes his pants and underwear, only pausing momentarily when his lower half is fully nude.
Carefully he cups Lucifer’s head into his hands and tilts it upward. Sharp eyes meet pleasure filled ones, but Barbatos can tell there’s still a spark there. A sense of cognitiveness that tells him that Lucifer isn’t doing this out of blind, lust filled passion, but that he chose to do this.
Quietly Barbatos reaches behind him and opens a portal and grabs a noise maker out of time and space to put into Lucifer’s hands. Lucifer nods, understanding what he’s supposed to do with it if he needs to safeword, before he leans forward and wraps his lips around Barbatos’ dick.
After that, the three of them get into a steady rhythm. With Diavolo’s thrusts sending Lucifer forward, face fucking him into Barbatos’ member. Lucifer loves scenes like these, where he’s nothing more than a conduit for his doms pleasure. Like it doesn’t even matter how much he sobs or shakes or cums, they’re not done with him until they cum.
And it doesn’t take long for either Diavolo or Barbatos to reach their peaks as Lucifer’s pleasure filled moans already did half the work. Barbatos cums first, shooting into Lucifer’s throat and face as he backs up. Diavolo tries to last longer, wanting to savor the feel of Lucifer’s pussy around him, but Lucifer cums as Barbatos teases him about the mess he made on his face, and the force sends Diavolo spilling deep inside Lucifer.
As the three of them catch their breath, Diavolo manhandles Lucifer so he’s sitting flush against his chest. And Lucifer is too boneless to even worry about soiling Diavolo’s uniform.
After a few moments Lucifer feels like he gained some of his energy back, and leans up to kiss Diavolo, which the demon prince happily returns.
“We should work on the budget now.” Lucifer states firmly, as if his voice isn’t currently wrecked from the face fucking.
Diavolo chuckles against him, “I hardly think you’re in any state of mind to worry about budgets, Lucifer.”
Scowling, Lucifer turns to him with a rebuttal on his lips. But it dies when Diavolo’s hand pressed firmly against his clit, sending delicious aftershots of pleasure throughout him.
“Th-the budget needs - ah - needs to be done.” Lucifer forces out.
“And it will be done, just not by you.” Diavolo says with a smile.
Before Lucifer can ask what Diavolo means by that, or notice Barbatos stepping away, Diavolo kisses him. Lucifer sighs happily into the kiss, mentally shrugging off the idea of finishing the budget. If Diavolo wants aftercare to last a little longer, then Lucifer would let himself be cuddled.
Diavolo has no such plans to drag out aftercare, in his mind the scene hasn’t even ended yet, but he thinks it would be best - or most assuming - if Lucifer remains unaware. So he allows Lucifer to turn his brain off and close his eyes, not even noticing when Barbatos hands him the still buzzing vibrator.
Silently, Barbatos ties Lucifer’s hands around his back with his belt, and Lucifer is too relaxed to even comprehend what’s going on. That is, until Diavolo shoves the vibrator back into his pussy, setting it against the underside of his clit and g-spot.
“Wh-what, Diavolo!” Lucifer cries out as he tries to take the toy out of himself, but his bond hands stop him.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s ok. I’ll still work on the budgets, don’t worry.” Diavolo says as he takes the paperwork that was shoved off the desk by Barbatos.
Lucifer tries to reply that is not what he meant, but suddenly an orgasm hits him and he can only moan.
Wrapping his arms around Lucifer, Diavolo picks Lucifer up and gently places him under the desk, so he’s straddling one of his legs, forcing Lucifer’s legs to stay open. Diavolo pushes Lucifer’s head into his crotch, right now it’s just to keep him close, but later it would give Diavolo access to Lucifer's mouth so he cockwarm him or face fuck him.
“D-Diavolo, Barbatos, please.” Lucifer whines, shifting against Diavolo’s leg. But the motion only sends the vibrator in deeper as it presses against Diavolo’s shoe.
“It’s ok. Just be a good slut and take it. After all, you’re the one who put it there in the first place, right?” Diavolo replies, giving one last pet to Lucifer's head before he focuses on his paperwork.
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witheredapple · 2 months
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Satan: Do I regret making jokes about Lucifer being in love with Diavolo?
Satan: *Looks at (a happy) Lucifer and Diavolo playing with their son*
Satan:
Satan: Next question—
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