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devildom-moss · 7 months

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PDA - kissing their cheeks (the demon brothers)

What happens when MC decides to kiss their cheek around others? It couldn't possibly go wrong, right?

(Lucifer x gn!MC) (Mammon x gn!MC) (Leviathan x gn!MC) (Satan x gn!MC) (Asmodeus x gn!MC) (Beelzebub x gn!MC) (Belphegor x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +4,200 (oh no wonder it took me a while. Mammon got a longer one because things occur, I guess)

Lucifer

Lucifer had another late night in his study yesterday, and it left him a tired husk of a demon. He was even nodding off in the middle of his meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos. Asmo and Mammon were in attendance as well, and their pointless questions gave Lucifer a cover to send you a message.

Your screen lit up: Could you bring coffee to the student council room for me at your earliest convenience? Black, iced if they have it. I’ll make it up to you later. You sent back an “ok” sticker and informed him that your class would end in 15 minutes.

When you arrived at the council room, the meeting had temporarily concluded while Diavolo held another meeting with the head of the art department about an upcoming student showcase. In Diavolo’s absence, Asmo had decided to paint his nails while Mammon was on his phone – no doubt attempting to check his recent bets. Barbatos was the only one getting any work done.

Mephisto, who had entered shortly after Diavolo departed, had taken the opportunity to whine to Lucifer about the newspaper’s budget, despite Lucifer’s half-conscious attempt to inform him that Satan had approved the paperwork that Diavolo signed off on. This had nothing to do with Lucifer. Luckily, Mephisto was too wrapped up in his complaints to notice that Lucifer had once again nodded off.

You walked straight to Lucifer – not even stopping as you returned Asmo’s cheery greeting with a soft, “good afternoon, Asmo.”

Mephisto turned around at the sound of your voice. “Second human.”

You assumed he intended to rank you under Solomon. While it was true that Solomon was more powerful than you, Mephisto could at least learn to use your name, so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. “Ugly tie demon.”

If Lucifer was awake, he would have chuckled. You noticed his even breath and his closed eyes. It was a rare and rather adorable sight, but you figured you should wake him up before anyone noticed. This was the sort of sight Mammon would try to exploit for money (and Asmo for likes, and Barbatos would share a picture with Diavolo just because he could). You set the drink down to the side and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

A soft moan left Lucifer’s mouth as he reluctantly opened his eyes. In a daze, he smiled at you, attempting to look seductive, but he only managed to appear cuter than before.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you teased, but it didn’t wipe the smile from his face. What did that was Mephisto’s subsequent annoyance upon realizing that Lucifer had been ignoring him.

“You no-good, arrogant bastard. How dare you fall asleep while I’m talking to you about important matters!”

Lucifer had enough of Mephisto for the day. He got to his feet and walked to the other side of his desk. Grabbing his coffee in one hand and your hand in the other, Lucifer sighed and turned towards Barbatos. “I need some fresh air. I’ll be back in 20. Alert me if Lord Diavolo returns before that or if you find my presence is necessary.”

“Understood.” Barbatos nodded.

Lucifer ignored Asmo’s whining about how jealous he was and Mammon and Mephisto’s insults as he pulled you out of the room with him. With their noise in the distance, and comfort in the fact that Barbatos would not allow anyone to disturb his break unless necessary, Lucifer chuckled.

“Thank you for that. You went through the trouble of getting me coffee, but nothing restores my energy like you do. Will you help me wake up until I have to return?”

Mammon

It had been a long, shitty week, and Mammon could tell you were running on empty. The way you walked to school was as if every movement was an unimaginable effort. He wanted to ask if you needed to take a break, but he didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to your slow pace that morning; if it was him, he would be mortified – but he would also be so happy that you noticed. That made his decision even harder. Maybe he should just say something? Or maybe he should just do something to help you out? He could try to carry you the rest of the way to school. Hell, the Great Mammon could carry Beel when he needed to – certainly he could handle his favorite human. His mind raced in his indecision.

To his absolute awe, you both arrived at school – on time and without a single complaint from you. If he was having a bad week, no doubt he would be talking your ear off about it. Did you not trust him? No, just chill Mammon, he thought to himself. Focus on them today.

After you completed your classes, you returned home with Mammon. He had been almost suspiciously well-behaved today – he even stopped a fight between Asmo and Levi. You could question him, but you were too grateful to care. When you stepped into the entrance of the House of Lamentation, Mammon dragged you directly to his room and pulled you into his bed. It smelled like him.

“Why?” you asked, only half-concerned about the answer.

“Shush. I want ya to take a nap for me, ‘kay?” Mammon laid you down on his pillows and gently stroked your hair. “You’ve done such a good job. The Great Mammon’s gonna show ya a good time tonight – but ya gotta rest first.”

That would have sounded like such a lewd offer if he hadn’t said it in such a tender voice – and if you weren’t so comforted by his touch. Mammon eased you into sleep, and when you woke up, there was an outfit laying at the end of the bed. All the clothes appeared to be yours, but Mammon had styled it for you.

Mammon entered the room with a sandwich and a large bottle of sparkling water. “Happy to see ya awake. Ya hungry? Eat this before we go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere fun – just trust me and stop askin’ questions, alright?”

“Okay,” you nodded, “I trust you.”

Mammon tried to hide his smile as he handed you the food and unscrewed the cap on the bottle before giving it to you. As you ate, he changed – noticeably grabbing clothes that would match the outfit he picked out for you. He glanced back and saw you staring at him. Something about having your eyes on his half-naked body delighted him, but this wasn’t the time.

“Oi, if ya want a show, pay up. Otherwise, finish eatin’ and get changed.”

You followed his orders. Upon further inspection, not all the items laid out on the bed were yours. Mammon had set a gold bracelet on top of your clothes.

“Mammon, this isn’t mine,” you told him.

“Lemme see.” You handed him the bracelet. He gently grabbed your wrist and put it on for you. “Is now.”

Mammon was careful to sneak you out of the house without anyone noticing. You held your questions until you arrived at a club. You heard music blasting from outside the door.

It had been a while since Mammon had taken you out – and even longer since you had danced, especially with him. Maybe the movement was cathartic. Maybe watching Mammon dance by your side – and occasionally feeling him grind on you – simply made you happy. Maybe you felt adored when he kept his eyes and hands on you. You couldn’t stop smiling, and Mammon noticed.

“Feelin’ better?” he asked.

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek in the middle of the dance floor. “Thank you, Mammon.”

Someone had to have seen that, right? Mammon was as thrilled as he was embarrassed, but he tried to play it cool.

“Good.” Mammon offered you a shy smile. “Wanna get outta here?”

“Are you bored or something?”

“Nah. Nothin’ like that.” Mammon shook his head and brought his lips right up to your ear so only you would hear him when he whispered, “I wanna take ya back to my room and show ya an even better time.”

A kiss on the cheek wasn’t enough. He needed more of you.

Leviathan

“Why did I have to come to school today?” Levi asked – rhetorically, of course.

“Because you can’t do a lab from your room at home,” Satan replied, annoyed by Levi’s complaining. Levi knew the drill by now, so there was no point in asking.

“How is it my fault that RAD isn’t equipped to do remote labs? We should have more otaku-friendly courses.”

“How ‘bout you shuddup and do classwork like the rest of us?” Mammon rolled his eyes.

“If I did classwork like you, I’d be failing all of my classes.”

“I mean, you’re not too far from that,” Belphie added, only half awake. That was uncalled for, but Levi took it without protest. Belphie was the only slacker with good grades, after all.

“Enough,” you sighed.

You sympathized with Levi for not wanting to show up in class. He was an indoor-demon – so long as the “door” part of “indoor” was his door specifically and maybe your door on occasion. Maybe you were being soft on him, but you didn’t care. All you really cared about was Levi not feeling bad about being a shut-in. The longer this conversation went on, the more likely it was that someone was going to say something cruel.

Determined to cheer Levi up and reward his effort, you pat his head and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I’m very proud of you for coming into class today, Levi.”

Levi’s eyes widened and his face burned. He screamed – and he was only partially muffled when he buried his face into his arms at his desk. You kissed him. You kissed him – in front of an entire class of demons and Solomon, no less. Levi wasn’t sure if he was going to die from embarrassment or if he just had his social battery supercharged. His arms were hiding his huge smile as well as his blushing cheeks.

He could nearly taste the jealousy in the room. For once, it wasn’t coming from him. It had been so long since anyone was jealous of him that he forgot how amazing it felt to be envied, especially when he was being envied because you kissed him. Just a minute ago, Levi was anxious and upset about having to leave the comfort of his room today, and now he was overjoyed and wouldn’t change a thing about the day so far – although he knew he still had plenty of time to ruin it.

While Levi took a minute to calm himself down, you waved off any protests and complaints about you kissing Levi’s cheek. You also had to shut down the incoming requests for a reward from you – including Asmo telling you that if you offered him a reward, he would be such a good boy.

Levi clung to your side throughout the lab, glaring at anyone who got within a foot of you. He wondered what kind of reward you might be willing to give him if he went to school for the rest of the week – or if he got a good grade on this lab. He wanted to make you proud. He wanted you to kiss and touch him more.

Satan

It was a rare sight to see Satan not reading in the library. He was on his phone, and that look of joy on his face meant one thing: he was watching cat videos again. You came up behind him and leaned over his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his neck. If it had been anyone else, Satan would have been irritated – and a violent outcome would have been a possibility.

“Having fun?” you asked him.

“MC, I was just about to send you this video. Have you ever heard of a sand cat?” Satan didn’t even wait for your response before he restarted the video for you. “Look at their big ears! Do you think that the person filming was able to pet them? I wouldn’t be able to resist.”

You watched the adorable beige cat scurry across the screen. Normally, you would entertain Satan’s love of cats, but that grin on his face distracted you.

“There are so many cats that I want to pet. I wonder if I could summon one,” he mused.

“So cute,” you whispered into his ear before placing a kiss on his cheek. You could hear him gulp hard.

“The cats or –” Satan paused, choked up on his shock and embarrassment, “or me?”

“Both.” You kissed his cheek again.

He was comfortable with you wrapping your arms around him, but he hadn’t expected you to kiss him. Twice, even. His face burned as he felt a demon, who had previously been studying, staring at him.

From behind you, you heard another demon ask her friend, “did that human just kiss Satan?”

“Oh my, how scary. They must be brave to attempt that.”

“I think that’s Solomon’s apprentice.”

“I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.”

“Me either, but it makes sense, right? Someone like that has to be brave.”

“I don’t care how hot Satan is, I’d never have the nerve.”

“He must like them a lot.”

You wondered if they knew how loud they were speaking. You turned their conversation topic to Satan, teasingly, “well, do you?”

“What do you think?” Satan set his phone down on the table and made room for you to sit on his lap at the desk. He pat his thigh, expectantly. “Well?”

Ignoring your concerns about the library chairs not being built for two people (luckily, they were surprisingly sturdy) and the few added stares from demons around you, including someone who was definitely in your Seductive Speechcraft class, you took Satan up on his offer. His arms engulfed you, and his chin came to rest on your shoulder.

“You didn’t answer me. Do you think I like you?” Satan whispered seductively against your neck.

“Of course.”

“Wrong.” Satan clicked his tongue. “I don’t like you – I adore you. I love you more than anyone. Now, can we watch cute cats while your cute lover holds you?”

“Of course,” you repeated your previous answer.

“Good. But MC?” Satan dropped his tone and whispered, “when we get home, it looks like I’ll have to show you exactly how strong my feelings are for you.”

Asmodeus

You were comfortably settled into a window nook in a quiet part of the library, trying to read the book that Satan had lent you the other day, but when Asmo stumbled upon you, he decided to disturb your peace. You couldn’t really be annoyed with him, though, when he took a spot next to you and gave you that charming smile of his.

No, what annoyed you was that as you continued to read, Asmo was trying to get a picture with you. You didn’t want your picture taken.

“MC, lean in, come on! You could be at least a little affectionate with me,” Asmo demanded. He was usually spoiled with affection; it wasn’t as if you had been particularly neglectful of him. His whining – and his presence in the library in general – was starting to attract attention.

Eager to appease him, and in the hopes of not attracting anymore onlookers, you pulled Asmo a bit closer and rested your chin on his shoulder. As he adjusted the angle of his camera, you kissed his cheek. Asmo managed to snap the picture, and he immediately checked it – in part to see if it was good, because this was definitely going up on Devilgram, but also to make sure that you had really just kissed his cheek. He wasn’t just dreaming.

He turned with a smirk and hopped into your lap. If you had been in a chair, you probably would have fallen. Instead, Asmo pushed your back gently against the wall and started kissing you all over your face and neck, whispering about how adorable you are between kisses. It felt impossible for Asmo to hold back. He kissed your lips once. Twice. He couldn’t seem to stop, and it wasn’t long before he was making out with you.

One of the problems with Asmo was that he was an amazing kisser – which usually wasn’t an issue. But right now, the feeling of his lips on you made it hard to care about any onlookers. He was all you could think about – until his phone rang next to your leg on the seat.

Asmo pulled away, irked by the interruption. His fingertips teasingly traced down your thigh as he lowered his hands to grab his phone. The name on the screen didn’t ease his annoyance, and he reluctantly accepted the call.

“What do you want, Mammon?” Asmo placed one hand on the wall behind you and held his phone to his ear with the other. As irritating a distraction as this was, Asmo was determined to shower you in affection, so he lowered himself to your neck and began to kiss and suck at your skin.

“Get the fuck outta the library, Asmo.” You heard Mammon screaming through the phone. Did Asmo have to keep the phone so close to you? You were already trying to keep it down because you were in the library, and now there was a chance that Mammon would hear even the smallest moan you made.

“Why?” Asmo asked between kissing your neck.

“Someone’s live streaming you and MC! It’s up on DevilTube right now. 500-some people are watchin’.”

Still focused on your neck, Asmo wanted to shrug it off with a “let them watch” and keep going – as long as you were into it, at least. However, another voice boomed in the background of Mammon’s call. “Meet me in the student council room, immediately – both of you.”

Lucifer. Now it was serious. The line dropped and Asmo sat up.

“Show’s over,” Asmo said – mostly to you, but also loud enough for anyone nearby (especially a particular live streaming voyeur) to hear. He helped you to your feet and sighed. “Sorry, darling. I got us in trouble again. I couldn’t resist.”

You had a long lecture ahead, but Asmo promised to make it up to you. At the end of the night, you both were of the same mind: worth it.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was determined to win his match when you told him that you were coming to watch. It wasn’t like he would have been embarrassed to lose in front of you – he had lost in front of you before, but knowing you were going to watch him lit a fire in Beel. He wanted to win more than ever.

All his effort was worth it when he spotted you among the cheering crowd. He rushed to you after the final whistle blew.

“You were amazing, Beel.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. Don’t worry, if you can’t reach, he’d pick you up. “Congratulations.”

Normally, Beel would feel self-conscious about you touching him after a match when he was coated in a layer of sweat, but right now, he was all smiles. You were so proud of his victory that you kissed him. He didn’t mind that his team members and the entire audience could see – that might have made it better. Sometimes, even Beel wanted to show off that you loved him.

His chuckle rang out in your ear. “Thank you, MC. Do you mind waiting up for me?”

“Of course not,” you held Beel’s face in your hands. “I wanted to go home with you.”

“Thanks,” Beel grinned. “Wait for me outside of the locker room. I’ll try to be quick.”

Beel was true to his word. He showered, changed, and hurried out to see you – taking just enough time to quickly congratulate his teammates before leaving. His teammates were used to a bit more talk about the ups and downs of their match from Beel, but after they saw you there, they knew exactly why Beel was in such a rush.

He spotted you in the hall immediately.

“Ready to go?” you asked with a smile.

“Yes – well, no. Not yet.” Beel furrowed his brows, and a faint blush painted his face. You tilted your head in confusion. “MC, can I kiss you back?”

He melted your heart. “Of course, you can, Beel.”

You expected a kiss on the cheek, but his lips met yours, instead. His hand slid up the side of your neck to your cheek. Beel had a tender touch that caused your skin to burn. Even when he caught you off guard, he was so sweet that you would let him do whatever he wanted. His tongue teased you slightly. The footsteps and chatter further down the hall didn’t cause either of you any hesitation. Both of your minds were clouded with desire, and who knows what would have happened if Beel’s stomach didn’t interrupt you with a loud growl.

Beel pulled away, embarrassed that his own stomach had betrayed him. There goes the mood. He gave you a sheepish, apologetic smile. “Sorry, can we get something to eat on the way home?”

“Don’t apologize. You must be starving after all that exercise.” You caressed his arm. “We can get food on the way back.”

“Good. I wanted to take you out on a date, anyway.” Beel took your hand and headed towards the exit.

“You did?”

“Yeah. You made me so happy when you kissed me earlier. I wanted to spend more time with you.”

“Beel.” You could feel your heart melting all over again.

Beel stopped in his tracks, and with his free hand, he tilted your chin towards him and ran his thumb across your lip. “Besides, we have to eat while we’re out. Once we get home, I want to focus all my attention on making you just as happy.”

Belphegor

No one could get Belphegor to wake up that morning. Beel had gotten him dressed in the same way one changes the clothes on a doll. Lucifer was determined to get him to school on time – even if that meant that he or Beel had to carry Belphie there themselves.

It was lucky, then, that you arrived to walk them to school. Lucifer pleaded (or at least in his own, prideful way, he was pleading) with you to help him wake Belphie up. He was already dressed, so there went the option of dumping water on him. Sometimes Belphie was a hassle, even for you, but other times, all it took was a simple trick.

Despite everyone watching on in anticipation, and Mammon rudely trying to make a bet against you – one which Levi and Satan gladly took him up on, you leaned down towards Belphegor’s ear and whispered, “it’s time to wake up, Belphie, please?” before you placed a kiss on his cheek. The protests came flooding in, as you expected. Belphegor moaned sweetly into your ear as he stirred from his sleep. He sat up to drape himself around your neck.

“Carry me, please?”

Asmo shrieked in response. “Belphie is so cute when he’s sleepy, but this is so unfair. Stop clinging to MC like that!”

“Don’t compliment that jerk for cozyin’ up to MC!”

“I’m so jealous. If I knew MC would kiss him, I would have stayed in bed, too.”

“If you spoil him MC, everyone in the house will start refusing to wake up,” Satan scolded you to mask his own jealousy.

“All of you, shut up and head downstairs,” Lucifer shouted. “We’re leaving in a minute – and if any of you attempt to sleep in tomorrow, I will tie you up and drag you to school myself – and we’ll take the roughest, most jagged paths to get there.”

That sent them all running, except for Beel. “I’ll grab you a snack from the kitchen before we go. You have to eat breakfast, Belphie.”

“Make it quick, please Beel,” Lucifer sighed. “Can I trust you to get him down the stairs and out of the door?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you,” Lucifer offered you a guilty smile – the kind a parent gives when someone else soothes their crying child in their stead.

Belphegor pulled you in tighter and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Oh no you don’t, you have to get to school.” You made a half-hearted attempt to push him away, but you caved and allowed him to snap back into the warmth of your body.

“I know. I was just thinking,” Belphegor hummed and nuzzled into your neck, “I wish you could wake me up like this every morning. Getting up wouldn’t be so bad if you were the first person I saw. It’d be even nicer if you were the last one before I went to sleep, too.”

You placed another kiss on his cheek. “That’s very sweet, Belphie. If you hurry off to class, maybe I’ll find a way to sneak you into my bed tonight.”

“You mean it?” Now he was alert. An adorable smile formed on his lips. You really knew how to incentivize a demon.

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apoorhuman · 1 year

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.. Mc's Gallery..

The moments of chaotic brothers

Lucifer

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Mc: soooo right now is like really night and all of them brothers are already asleep and you know I was quite thirsty so walked to the kitchen to grab some water and look what I found in the kitchen

*flips to back camera*

Mc: look at him, he's eating my cake that I made for him.... *sniffling dramatically* he loved it so much... He must have been hungry...i want to poke his cheeks

*Lucifer noticing the camera*

Lucifer: HEY! MC!

*mc turning back and started running to their room*

-video ends...

Mammon

-loading video...

*back camera recording from the small opening of a door*

Mc: I left my shirt yesterday, but this is what I found *showing mammon sniffing mc's shirt from the small opening of the door* he's such a tsundere i can't-

Mammon: *notices mc and immediately hides their shirt, starts chasing them* MC DELETE THAT

Mc: *running for dear life but got caught in the end and the camera feel down*

-Video ends...

Leviathan

Mc: *showing their ruri Chan cosplay with a mirror* so let's surprised him *walking to Levi's room, went in after knocking and seeing Levi in the middle of defeating the boss* hey Levi turn around

Levi: *didn't turn and kept focusing to the game* hm? What wait ok I need to end this boss

Mc: *giggles* Levi just turn around for like one second

Levi: *one hand holding the controller the other one reaching for his drink, turning around while drinking, sees mc in ruri chan cosplay* WHA-PURHSKSJA *coughing and dying*

Mc: lol *walked out the room*

Levi: *in the distance still coughing* WAIT MC LET ME TAKE A PICTUREEE

-Videon ends...

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

To be continued..

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devildomwriter · 2 months

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Can I Be Your Gentleman? | Mephistopheles x Reader

1.1K | GN! Reader | CW: reader described as beautiful

Mephistopheles took a sip of his coffee as he watched the customers in Café Lament. He was there to investigate any rumors for the gossip article in the RAD newspaper. He preferred writing articles solely rooted in the truth but things were a tad slow lately.

Mephistopheles noticed you out of the corner of his eye and perked up. Wherever you went drama was sure to follow. Not because of you but because your general existence invited powerful demons and chaotic happenings. He grinned, excited to see what would happen and he took out his notepad and pen.

You waited on the couch by the window for a long time, excitedly waiting. After a while he observed the joy fade from your face as you got a text on your phone. His brow furrowed in worry as you hung your head with a crestfallen expression.

He watched you for a moment and glanced around to make sure no one else was watching before he set down his drink and walked over to you to make sure you were alright.

“___,” he greeted stiffly.

“Oh. Hey Mephisto…” you said sullenly and he frowned.

“I couldn’t help but notice your grim expression,” he noted and you nodded, resting your chin in your hands.

“Uh-huh…” you replied and he tilted his head curiously.

Mephistopheles straightened out his coat and sat down on the couch next to you. He set his cane aside and focused his attention on you. “So, tell me what happened?” He prodded.

You sighed, “Looking for another scoop?”

He was taken aback, a little offended, even though that was originally exactly why he’d approached you. “Hardly. I’ve only come to see why Lord Diavolo’s favorite human is in such a sour mood.”

“Gee thanks,” you mumbled and looked away from him.

Mephistopheles frowned and cleared his throat, realizing he needed a more genuine approach. He awkwardly tried to reach out to you but decided against it and retracted his hand.

“What…what I mean to say is…how can I help you?”

You looked back at him, a little confused. It wasn’t like him to offer his help without something in return. “You can go back in time and tell me not to date that asshole,” you said bitterly and he looked surprised.

“I’m afraid that’s not something I can do…probably… but…” he paused and decided he’d listen to whatever you needed to say. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You looked teary-eyed and Mephistopheles pulled out his handkerchief and looked around. He got to his feet and helped you to yours. He motioned to a staff member and took you to a back room where you could privately let out your emotions.

“Thanks,” you said sadly and he wiped your tears with his handkerchief. “Why did I ever give it a shot…I didn’t think it’d last but…I hoped…we’d have a fun time at least and then maybe…” you stopped talking to prevent further upset and he placed his hand on your back and scooted his chair closer to yours.

“A winter fling, then?” He questioned and you shrugged.

“I dunno…I just thought…actually…I don’t know what I was thinking,” you whimpered and he pulled you into his side.

Mephistopheles’s face flushed, he wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt so protective. He cleared his throat to buy himself time to find the right words. “I see…well…I am a demon, so…would you like me to do something about this?”

You paused, giving it genuine thought. “Maybe…but not right now, I’m not thinking clearly.”

Mephistopheles nodded, approving of your decision. “Very smart, ___. If your ex can’t see that then they’re a most foolish human indeed.”

You chuckled at his eloquent manner of speech and nodded, “Yeah, you’re right. Ugh…honestly though…” you frowned. “Who dumps someone right before Valentine’s?”

Mephistopheles was startled, he’d completely forgotten about the human holiday. No wonder the brothers had scrambled to give you chocolates, no wonder you were so upset, no wonder you were dressed so beautifully…he blushed at his last train of thought.

You were beautiful no doubt. He looked away and removed his hand from around you to gently hold your hand.

You looked up at him, surprised by his increasingly genuine actions.

“Well, I suppose that means you’re free for the holidays then?” He asked and you nodded glumly.

He got to his feet and outstretched his hand to you with a nervous but serious grin, “In that case, ___, would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you as your date this Valentine’s?”

You blushed more deeply than him as he tried to remain serious and unflustered. Mephistopheles was a major step up from anyone you’d dated in the past, but not only that, for once he was being himself around you because he cared enough to be more vulnerable. That touched your heart and you grinned and wiped away the last of your tears.

You took his hand and nodded, “I’d love that.”

Mephistopheles cleared his throat again and straightened his coat. “Right. Excellent. Then tomorrow? I’ll have the limousine pick you up at 5:00.”

“A limousine? Awesome!” You exclaimed and he looked confused for a moment before remembering you weren’t anywhere near as wealthy as him.

“Yes. I know exactly where to take you, but I want it to be a surprise,” he said. In truth, he had no clue and would spend the day agonizing over the perfect location. “I’ll send you the proper attire by 4:00, that should be enough time to prepare, right?” He asked.

You were suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed, but more than that you were excited. You nodded, “Yes! Yes, I can’t wait!” You beamed and hugged Mephistopheles tightly.

Unused to this kind of attention, Mephistopheles stiffened and slowly patted your back as he looked away to avoid you noticing his reddening blush.

“Thank you so much Mephistopheles, you really can be the perfect gentleman.” You blurted out and Mephistopheles arched one brow.

“Hm?” He asked as he analyzed your words.

You gave him another squeeze hoping he’d not pay attention to your slip of the tongue. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, text me okay?” You grinned and he nodded and opened the door of the back room for you.

The staff were quick to see the big difference a few minutes together had had on you. Once crestfallen, you now radiated excitement and they were left to speculate why.

It didn’t take long for rumor to spread about what had happened in the back room and Mephistopheles was quick to shut it down so as not to sour the beginning of what would be a beautiful relationship.

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temis-de-leon · 4 months

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Pathetic Diavolo is the type of virgin that easily flirts with everything that takes an interest in him except his crush.

He writes the filthiest shit on chat, taking advantage of the online anonymity until he gets bored. With mc, however? He tries sexting, deletes the message and sends something weaker and more romantic.

Pathetic Diavolo fumbles and chokes on his own spit. He talks and talks until he forgets what he was saying, misses mc's mouth in the pretense of giving a goodnight kiss and then stares at the floor in horror when he's finally alone in his room.

He does gather the courage to write his thoughts in the same pornographic ways he has dedicated to those random strangers, but only when he's sure mc is asleep.

Of course, it goes without saying, our dear pathetic Diavolo turns off his DDD the moment the text is sent.

This whole idea should belong to Levi, but the image of Diavolo shutting off when mc sends him a ' ;) <3' is the funniest shit that's ever crossed my mind.

Masterlist

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l3viat8an · 11 months

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Little goofy / soft Luci thing that’s been in my head for a couple days <33

With a microphone in hand and your DDD in the other, you matched into Lucifer’s office and upto his desk holding the microphone to his face and asking, “Mr. Morningstar! What does your google history look like?”

His eyes narrow a little in surprise, “Why would I give such private information to you?“

He turns away and goes back to writing on whatever paperwork attempting to ignore you.

But you just stand there waiting stubbornly and Lucifer glances up at you before he lets out a deep, slow sigh.

“Fine. If you really want to know this badly, I will answer your question. But I don't owe you anything. My search history is filled with information about this human world, as well as research into many different topics, such as human relationships and love.”

You blush, “Awww, Luci!” You lean down and kiss his cheek, “Did you look into that stuff after we started dating?”

He turns back to face you, fully now his expression softening a little as he speaks and a light blush creeping up his own cheeks.

“...Yes. After we met, I spent some time researching how I should handle such a relationship. Even now, I still occasionally look up various things and tips on how to show you the love and respect you deserve.”

You set the mic down and cup his face with both or your hands, “You’re too sweet Lucifer. I’m lucky to have you.” and kiss his lips~

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dinaaaaee · 1 year

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There was only one bed.

✦Diavolo x gender neutral MC! Something quick I whipped up, sorry for not writing much...

✦Mc is tryna lay in his arms

✦Warnings: cliché and grammar missing, wrote this at 2:30 am...

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How did this happen? Is this even real? Please don't be dreaming, please don't be dreaming...

As you slowly shift to your other side, you gaze at the red-haired man sleeping peacefully in front of you. His silky hair glistened in the moonlight's soft blue glow, his long scarlet eyelashes resting against his light brown cheeks; if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was an ethereal being, blinding you with his looks.

He was glowing, and quite literally. Others would kill to be in your shoes, to see the Prince of Hell in such a rare, domestic setting.

You wonder how it would sound to others: There was only one bed, so you and the Prince of Hell ended up sharing that same bed?

He looks so comfortable, so cuddly. What if his muscular arm was wrapped around you? What if you were pressed against his warm chest...against his boobs. What if he kissed the top of your head, good night? Would you still feel that same warmth in the morning? Honestly, how is he sleeping so soundly?

While thinking about how cosy Diavolo would feel, you felt a tug movement and-

You were wrapped up in Diavolo's muscularly arms... Like he could read your mind, without being awake.

"Mc..." Half sleepily he raspy whispers.

"Diavolo..." You shake him, but get no response other than soft snores filling the room.

Maybe you can stay like this for a while, you think, sleep quickly taking over you.

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hwascripts · 11 months

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A Yandere Love Letter From Lucifer

Warning: Before hitting “read more”, be aware this post mentions toxic behaviours, threats of violence, blackmailing, unhealthy relationships- over all just dark content. This is just a piece of fiction, I do not support or condone this behaviour in real life. Chapter 20 spoiler

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(I had this sitting in my drafts for a good week. I’m finally almost done with the yandere love letter series)

Hello, Beloved

How has the human world been treating you? Surely not better than I would here in the Devildom. Tell me, have you been able to rest easy since you...” escaped” me? Has anything been troubling you, little one?

Honestly, beloved, I find it quite humourous that you thought you could get away from me. Really, darling? You, a helpless little human, escape me? The Avatar of Pride? What nasty little pest put that silly idea into your pretty little head?

Trust me when I say I would have found you a lot sooner if it weren’t for the fact Diavolo kept me busy preparing for his annual ball. While I do see your attempt at “escape” to be slightly amusing, I’m incredibly irritated, little one. Why? That worthless, useless oaf of a “Fiancé” as you called him, was bold enough to steal something that belonged to me.

In case you’ve forgotten, little one, the moment you stepped into my office and sealed that pact with me was when you signed your fate. I made that clear when I took you into my bed.

Now here’s how this is going to work, beloved. You’ll return to me, your rightful Fiancé, and you’ll be punished.

Trust me, little one, when I’m finished with you, you’ll understand that you belong to me and that I am your rightful lover.

Do not keep me waiting long, beloved. You won’t like what happens if you do.

Your soulmate,

Lucifer

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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year

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Only You (Obey Me!)

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Just because Lucifer has a reputation, it doesn't mean he has to keep that up with you.

»Characters: 💙Soft sweet silly cute Lucifer ♡ x GN Reader

»Tags: Cute Fluff, Gender Neutral, Drabble/FlashFic /OneShot

You and Lucifer needed this. The two of you laid cuddled together on his bed. RAD had been particularly stressful that week but it was finally over, the two of you could finally spend some time together.

Lucifer wrapped his arms around you tighter, his head pressed against your chest. You couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked. You laid a hand on his perfectly groomed hair, running your fingers through it gently.

"Mm. More." He mumbled as he tried to nuzzle his head into your hand. You let out the smallest laugh.

"If I do that, your hair will get messy." You reminded him.

"We're off. Now pet me." He said pouting as he tried to nudge your hand with his nose. He sure knew how to melt your heart.

"Okay fine fine! Since you insist Cerberus!" You teased.

Lucifer gently nipped your hand. You giggled and resumed rubbing his head.

"I'll keep nipping if you stop. Next time it'll be your neck. Then your lips. Consider this a warning." He said pouting playfully once more.

"Oh? Woe is me! I think my hand stopped working!"

In one swift motion Lucifer pinned you under him, you let out a playful squeal as he carried out his warnings. Before long the two of you were passionately locking lips, getting lost in one another. 🌙

⬦You might also like: So This Is Love︱ Giving Him Flowers︱You ARE The Father︱MC Feeling Insecure

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 1 month

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MC meets their male version!

Story list

MC: hey are you-

M!MC: hungry? Yes.

Beel: ...you two can have my chips. *Pass them chips*

M!MC: thank you beelie!

Beel: *sparkly eyes at male MC*

M!MC: wow you have good tiddies in male form too!!

Beel: ...

MC:

MC: hey....what do you mean by...male form??

M!MC: oh well they are female in my universe. *Munchs on

chips*

MC:

MC: all of them?

M!MC: mhm

MC:

MC: *eyes starts to twinkle*

MC: ......ehuehueheueheu

M!MC: I can basically hear your thoughts you know.

MC: ..boobs,boobs everywhere....

Lucifer: I am not feeling good about this....

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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Signs of Affection (kiss)

Part 2 of this request (Lucifer, Leviathan, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon)

(Mammon x gn!MC) (Satan x gn!MC) (Asmodeus x gn!MC) (Belphegor x gn!MC) (Solomon x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +4,100 (we aren't going to talk about the size difference between these shorts okay?)

Mammon

“Geez, that sucked. Two hours of silent studyin’ for an F? I got a different F for that guy: a big ‘fuck you,’” Mammon grumbled to himself with his hands folded behind his head as he walked out of his mandatory extra lessons – or rather, they could have been classified as lessons if he had actually learned anything. Instead, Mammon spent the first 5 minutes trying to read one paragraph four times and the next 3 minutes trying to read the following paragraph before he became acutely aware that the supervising professor for today was watching him. He was clearly disappointed and judgmental of Mammon’s ongoing failure to turn the page. For the rest of his lesson, Mammon alternated between daydreaming about you – twisting your image in his head into a variety of different scenarios from innocent dates to the most depraved acts – and counting how many times he could spot the first letter of your name on the page. At least with the latter, it looked like he was reading.

“Mammon! How was delinquent rehab?” you teased him from your spot on the bench outside of the class.

Mammon shrieked and jumped. “W-what the fuck are ya doin’ here?!”

“MAMMON!” The supervisor poked his head out of the door. “Stop yelling in the hall and go home before I decide to keep you for another hour.”

“Sorry, that was my fault, Professor Amy. I startled him.” You stood up and bowed slightly, hoping the astronomy – and somehow, simultaneously, art – professor would go easy on Mammon if you took the heat.

“Oh, it’s you.” You were right to hope; Amy’s tone instantly softened. “If you’re on your way home, please take this loudmouth with you.”

“Who ya callin’ a loudmouth, man?” Mammon growled. You cupped your hand over his mouth; better late than never.

“Yes, I’ll be on my way now. I was just waiting for Mammon to finish his lessons.”

“Does being an idiot pay off after all?” Amy mused aloud – mostly to annoy the muzzled Mammon. “Very well. Be safe on your way home.”

“Alright, thank you, sir.” You smiled at him and began to drag Mammon down the hall. You only uncovered his mouth once the professor had gone back inside, and you were safely out of earshot.

“’Thank you, sir,’” Mammon mocked you. “Fuck was all that? You ain’t fuckin’ that teacher now are ya?”

“No, you pervert. It’s called being polite. You’d probably get in less trouble if you tried it with a few of your professors.”

“What’cha doin’ bein’ all polite to him for, anyway? Guy’s not even a good teacher, and he clearly has a human kink. Just stay away from him.”

“I almost never talk to him outside of our classes.” You rolled your eyes at Mammon. His jealousy had been excessive recently. As a slight punishment, you decided to tease him. “And why do you know so much about human kinks that you can recognize it in someone else?”

“Shuddup. It ain’t like that!”

“Like what?”

“I don’t have a human kink or nothing,” Mammon yelled. His cheeks burned, and he blurted out, “it’s only you.”

“Sorry, what was that?” you teased, biting back your smile.

“I didn’t say shit. Forget it.” Mammon crossed his arms as he picked up his speed just enough to walk ahead of you, hoping to avoid showing you the blush that stained his face.

“Okay, Mammon.” You dropped it, allowing him a bit of his dignity.

You both walked in silence for a minute until, finally, Mammon slowed down and started to walk beside you again. His blush had calmed. He glanced to the side briefly, trying not to draw your attention, but you noticed and smiled at him. Why do ya always look so cute ‘n happy when you’re walkin’ home with me, huh? What gives? Mammon wondered. If something as simple as walking home could make you smile like that, you were going to start charming demons left and right, and Mammon had no intention of sharing any more of you than he had to. That’s why he was so annoyed by you being nice to that professor. Just thinking about the way that demon’s face softened around you was pissing him off.

Suddenly, Mammon remembered what you had said, and his cheeks reignited in a faint blush. Nervous and masking his shyness with aggression, Mammon asked, “Hey, were ya serious about that back there – about just waitin’ for me to get out?”

“Yeah, of course I was.”

“For real? Ya waited two whole hours?”

“For my favorite hole? Yeah.” You smirked.

“Shuddup!” Mammon’s face burned. “Now who’s bein’ a perv?!”

“At least we’re even.” You smiled sweetly, as if you hadn’t just said something so vulgar – on a public street, no less.

Mammon stopped in his tracks, confidence surging in him. You stopped and looked back, confused. He grinned. “Ya must really love the Great Mammon, huh?”

“Sure do,” you readily agreed.

“I knew it!” Mammon pronounced – as if the occasional doubt had never wandered into his head. While he still had the courage to act, Mammon grabbed the sides of your face and quickly placed a kiss on your cheek. He whispered in your ear, “Thanks for bein’ so sweet to me, MC.”

Before you could register what had just happened, Mammon took off running towards the House of Lamentation. He pulled out his phone, skillfully dodging random obstacles and other demons as he appeared to start typing something. Seconds later, your D.D.D. buzzed.

Mammon: First one home gets a real kiss from the loser. Deal?

You laughed and stared down the street, watching as Mammon increased the distance between you. There was no way you were going to catch up to him.

MC: Deal. 💛

Satan

Satan was utterly thrilled when he found out the library had finally received the book that he requested two months ago. He insisted upon checking it out immediately after class, and since you had studying to do anyway, you went along with him.

With his new book acquired, Satan joined you at the small table you had settled into and began to read. However, his attention’s lifespan was uncharacteristically short despite his initial excitement. Satan’s eyes wandered away from the page, drifting up to you. Each time he tried to refocus on the book, his gaze punished him for a failure to indulge himself by lingering on you.

Few things enticed Satan more than you – especially when you got that serious look on your face. He had tried to keep reading too many times to keep track of, and now he couldn’t bear to tear his eyes away from you again. So, he just sat there, watching you read over your notes, recopying the most relevant points on a fresh sheet of paper. You were being so diligent.

One of the awful things about demons is that the alarm bells that go off in your head when you think someone is watching you are stronger and scarier when that someone is a powerful demon – and the fear your innate human senses created under the predatory gaze of a demon like Satan, whose sin was a destructive and devastating wrath, was intense. It sent a shiver up your spine, and when you looked up to find Satan’s eyes locked on your face, you jumped in your seat slightly. He didn’t need to look so hungry.

“Please stop staring, Satan.” You looked away, trying to turn your attention back to your studies.

“You don't want me to stare at you?” Satan got out of his seat across the table and took the spot right next to you. He propped his chin up in his hand and stared at you up close, eyeing you up and down with a smug grin on his face. “I want to. What's the problem?"

“It’s a bit distracting to have your eyes on me.” That was at least mostly true. There was no need to mention he was also turning you on in public. “I’d rather you not just stare at me.”

“Is that all?” Satan laughed. “You don’t want me to just stare? Very well.”

Satan leaned in, slowly shutting his eyes, and kissed your cheek. His warm lips lingered on your skin and his hot breath tickled. You could feel another chill run up your spine when his eyes fluttered back open. Even when he pulled back, his mouth hovered just over your cheek.

Another set of eyes landed on you. From a few aisles away, another library regular was stunned in their spot, mortified to have witnessed the Avatar of Wrath kissing a human in the library – not that they hadn’t seen worse. They gave you an awkward wave before turning and walking in the opposite direction, abandoning the book they had been searching for.

“Satan,” you chided him.

“What?” Satan hummed, inching closer to your ear, and whispered, “Do you still want more?”

“Someone saw.” You felt a bit guilty about it, too. Their embarrassment matched yours; in fact, it may have been even worse. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to. And who cares if someone saw? What are they going to do about a kiss on the cheek? It’s fine.” Satan placed another kiss on your cheek before returning to whisper seductively in your ear, “Besides, we’ve done worse. Don’t act so shy and innocent now. Do you need a reminder of all the things we’ve done – or perhaps you’d prefer a physical demonstration?”

What did you do to deserve this? You were just trying to study.

Asmodeus

“You weren’t waiting too long for moi, were you?” Asmo rushed to the table that you had grabbed when you arrived. He had a grin on his lips, but that charming smile was a cover for the guilt and anxiety he felt about being fifteen minutes late for your date. He couldn’t figure out which pair of socks to wear to complement his boots and skirt – and in the end, he just ended up pulling on a pair of lace stockings. Usually, Asmo didn’t care if he was a little late, but the idea of leaving you all alone in a demon-infested night café didn’t sit well with him.

“I would have happily waited much longer – especially when you show up, looking this cute.” You smiled at him sweetly, and every inch of Asmo’s body burned.

“Ooh, you little charmer.” Asmo giggled. “Did you order yet?”

“Of course not; I wanted to wait for you.”

“Such an obedient human,” Asmo teased, leaning over the table and resting his chin on his hand. He stared at you affectionately.

“I’ve never been called that in my life.” You laughed, and that only made Asmo happier to have said it.

“Want me to go up and order? Just tell me what you want – other than me, of course.” Asmo got to his feet and waited patiently for you to relay your order. With a smile and a wink, Asmo booped your nose. “Excellent. Now make sure to enjoy the view.”

Before you could question him, Asmo spun around and walked toward the register. Each step was a deliberate effort to draw your attention to his legs and ass. Oh. That view. Asmo was a hopeless flirt, but he was awfully sweet, too. Besides, you couldn’t deny that it was a good view.

Unfortunately, as Asmo returned from placing the order, he was faced with the irritating realization that he was not the only view in the café. He caught a handful of demons leering at you – and one of them appeared to be approaching. Not on Asmo’s expensive, crystal watch. He hurried back to the table just in time to cut off the tall demon, placing his delicate hand over your shoulder possessively. With a haunting smile, Asmo stared them down. He announced – more to the other demon than to you, “I’m back, hun. Did you miss me?”

A shiver ran up the demon’s spine, and their eyes went wide. They weren’t about to square up with Asmodeus over a human – not after all the rumors they had heard about bloodlust being stronger in lust demons than those ruled by wrath. The demon awkwardly tried to escape by blurting out, “enjoy your date.”

The demon scurried away quickly, and you looked up at Asmo just in time for his menacing aura to dissipate. “That was weird, right?”

“Some people just can’t act right around cuties.” Asmo dismissed your worry with a lighthearted laugh.

“So, you get that a lot?”

“Sometimes, but I don’t mean me.” Asmo leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re so cute it’s drawing attention.”

“I’m not as cute as you, though.” You smiled. “Now, sit down with me.”

“Actually, I was hoping we could snap a few pictures first. Do you mind?”

“Sure, I guess.” You shrugged and started to stand, but Asmo used his hand that was still resting on your shoulder to push you back down into your seat.

“No need to get up,” Asmo cooed. He took a step back and leaned over your chair so he could get right next to your face and drape his arms over you. “This position is perfect.”

Asmo snapped a few pictures. With each one, he seemed to get closer until his cheek was pressed to yours affectionately. He asked you to make a half heart with your hand and completed it with his own. Then, catching you off guard, Asmo kissed your cheek tenderly, waiting a few seconds before finally snapping a picture. He immediately pulled his phone back and stood up to discreetly examine the photo. The shit-eating grin on his face spoke for itself. He was all too pleased with it.

“What was that?” You scoffed. You probably should have anticipated that level of physical affection from Asmo, but sometimes, he still surprised you.

“Hmm? Isn’t it obvious?” Asmo looked down at you, innocently tilting his head. “I had to mark my territory.”

“What?” Your eyes widened. Sure, Asmo was always teasing you and flirting, but you hadn’t quite expected that answer. Asmo giggled and bent over, getting indecently close to your neck.

“I had to mark you,” he repeated in a low, seductive tone. “Would you rather I leave a hickey on your neck right now instead? I’d be happy to.”

“Just be a good boy and sit down.” You sighed. It wasn’t that embarrassing, but all you could do was imagine Lucifer’s voice scolding you for indulging Asmo too much in public.

“Ooh, I do want to be your good boy. Okay.” Asmo grinned, biting back the urge to call you one of a myriad of unacceptable titles, and returned to his seat across from you. He pulled his phone out and started messing with it. “See, I’m behaving.”

You laughed. Something told you that he was not, in fact, behaving. It only took a few minutes of mindless chatting while he continued tapping away at his phone – a habit you were so accustomed to that it usually didn’t strike you as rude – for your suspicion to be confirmed.

Your D.D.D. buzzed with an alert from Asmo’s Devilgram. He posted the picture of him kissing your cheek with a pink heart emoji covering your face – for the sake of your privacy. That was decent of him. You smiled softly, certain that Asmo was watching you. It already had over 6k likes by the time you scrolled down to read the caption: Ugh. My date is so cute that they’re attracting all sorts of attention. No one else deserves to see that cute face tonight but moi~ What do you think, everyone, should I mark them for myself?

Asmo was spared a playful lecture when his name was called at the counter. You got up to help him carry the drinks and food back to your table. The barista seemed to be staring at you, but when Asmo put his finger up to his lips, they got flustered and looked away, returning to their work. Covering your face in the picture served another purpose: Asmo was hiding the gloss mark he left on your cheek. You didn’t need to know about it yet.

Belphegor

Belphie was lucky that you had chosen to sit in the back of the lecture hall where he could comfortably lean up against your shoulder and fall asleep without immediate repercussions. At least he was polite enough to nap on the shoulder for your non-dominant hand so you could continue to take notes as you listened to the lecture. Occasionally, you glanced down at his sleeping face; he looked so sweet, peaceful, and adorable.

The clock ticked down the few remaining minutes of the lecture, which was your cue to begin the wake-up process. Although Belphegor seldom cared what his brothers or the professor thought about him using you as a pillow during class, you found that it was easier to just wake him up before the complaints came rolling in. You set your pen down, pet Belphie gently, and whispered his name so that only he would hear you. A soft moan left him, and he nuzzled into your arm before leisurely opening his eyes with a content smile.

“Good morning, MC.” Belphie whispered into your ear.

Reluctantly, Belphegor forced himself upright and away from the warmth of your body just in time for the lecture to be dismissed. The professor and other students gathered their things and collectively made their way towards the doors. You, however, waited on Belphegor to shake off his nap and get to his feet.

“C’mon, MC. Catch up,” Mammon shouted from the front of the class.

“Give us a second,” you replied at a lower volume.

“Man, you two are so slow. I ain’t waitin’ around forever.” Mammon groaned and made his way slowly towards the door.

“He would know slow,” Belphie muttered just loud enough for you to hear as he stood up.

“Belphie,” you chided him, but your tone went ignored.

“Hey, can I borrow your notes later? Maybe we could review together.” There was a soft, sweet neediness in Belphie’s voice.

“Didn’t you catch the lecture in your sleep like you usually do?” Sometimes Belphie’s ability to remember things that happened around him while he was asleep creeped you out. He was like an unassuming monitoring device if he wanted to be.

“Indulge me.” Belphie knocked his shoulder against yours playfully.

“I always do, don’t I?” You sighed. That was the unfortunate effect he had on you: you always found yourself spoiling him, even when he didn’t deserve it – or rather, especially when he didn’t.

You were just about to walk into the hall when Belphie grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the classroom before the others spotted you. He played with your hand, caressing you with his thumbs. His cheeks were stained light pink as his eyes flitted from your hand to your face.

“What’s the matter, Bel?”

Belphie closed the distance between you, springing forward to kiss your cheek. The sudden movement surprised you, but it wasn’t especially shocking; Belphegor had always been physically affectionate. He inched closer, causing his hot breath to ghost over your skin. His lips curved into a precious grin as he whispered in your ear: “Thank you for always spoiling me.”

The honey-sweet tone of Belphie’s voice was undercut by a sharp yell from the corner of the room. “I saw that.”

It was Solomon. He stopped shoving his books into his bag to glare at the back of Belphegor’s head. Unfortunately for Solomon, Belphie wasn’t bothered; he simply rolled his eyes and shrugged.

“Cool shit, bro.” Belphie replied in a condescending tone and lifted his arm up in the air to flip Solomon off. You watched Solomon’s jaw drop slightly as he physically recoiled. Sometimes Solomon forgot how rude Belphegor could be. It was hard not to laugh, but you really shouldn’t encourage his bad behavior by laughing. “Come on, MC. Let’s go.”

Belphie grabbed your arm and dragged you into the hall. He was attached, and he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon. In fact, he planned to stay glued to your side until his desire for your attention was fully satisfied.

Solomon

The warmth of Solomon’s hands as he caressed your cheek was nothing compared to the warmth of his praise and your own pride swelling in your chest. Solomon hummed, “You did such a good job.”

You had successfully used a heating spell on the first try, evidenced by the warmth in Solomon’s previously cold hands. It had been a while since you got a spell that Solomon taught you perfect right away – let alone one that required you to manipulate another person’s body (and you could worry about the ethical dilemma involved with that later). Neither of you had expected you to raise his body temperature at such an ideal rate and stop at the perfect temperature. Of course, Solomon trusted you not to hurt him, but he was impressed by your control. He wanted to test you further.

“Excellent. Let’s try something similar.” Solomon began to search his shelves for the right ingredients. He continued to talk as he scanned, “I want to see if you can cool down an external object with the same level of control. If you can do it, I’ll reward you.”

“Bring it on,” you accepted. Solomon offered you plenty of praise when you did well, but he so rarely gave you an actual reward for your work. It was exciting to imagine what you could earn. Maybe he would teach you a cool, secret spell or give you a magical item. But more motivating than a reward was the idea of making Solomon proud.

“That’s my apprentice – so eager,” he mused, grabbing a bottle of glowing red liquid.

“Oh, but no home cooking as a reward,” you added, sparing your future self from potential suffering.

Solomon whipped his head around with a pout before returning to his search. He found a beaker and brought everything to his desk. By then, the pout had reshaped itself into a smirk. “I didn’t have cooking in mind when I offered you a reward, so it looks like we have a deal.”

Solomon poured plain water and the glowing red liquid into the beaker. They failed to mix. You asked, “What do I have to do?”

It was simple – or at least that was what Solomon said. All you had to do was cool the contents of the container between 32 to 36 degrees below the freezing point of water. If the red substance dipped under 36 degrees below the freezing point of water, it would become unstable. If you failed, the ice and glass would break open. Solomon didn’t tell you anything about the red substance or what “unstable” meant for it. All you knew was that you had a four-degree margin of error.

“And you’re sure it’s safe?”

“I wouldn’t put my favorite apprentice in danger for a game, would I?”

With that reassurance, you focused your magic into the beaker. As the water slowly solidified, the red liquid became concentrated at the center until it was encased in ice. You just had to keep lowering it until something felt right. You stopped and nodded. Solomon inspected the beaker.

“A beautiful job,” Solomon praised you.

“Really? What did I do though?”

“I’ll tell you once the ice melts,” Solomon waved off your curiosity. “For now, it’s time for your reward. Close your eyes.”

You did as he instructed and listened to him moving about the room. His presence got closer until you could feel his warmth. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, causing your eyes to shoot open and your face to burn. Solomon chuckled at your response.

“I could feel your cheeks getting warm. Did I embarrass you?”

“No. I was just surprised.”

“Really?” Solomon leaned in and kissed your cheek again. “I don’t know. Your face burns under my lips.”

“You’re a terrible teacher,” you retorted. That wasn’t what you were expecting, of course he flustered you.

“Oh? That can’t possibly be true. My adorable apprentice seems to be doing quite well,” Solomon laughed, all too pleased with his successful attempt to tease you. “You learn so quickly. Should we try something even harder? Think you can handle it?��

There was a seductive tint to his words, and you narrowed your eyes at Solomon. “Same shady reward system? Pass.”

“Nope,” Solomon leaned close, trying to entice you. How were you just now noticing how sweet he smelled? Was he wearing perfume or cologne today? You didn’t have time to linger on the thought. Solomon dropped his voice, and through a wicked smirk, he added, “even shadier. If you succeed, I’ll do whatever you ask for a full day.”

“And if I fail?” you asked cautiously.

“I get to punish you.”

(gift version - Beelzebub, Thirteen, Raphael, Mephistopheles)

A/N: These ones got really flirty. . . oh well. Uhm, leave me nice comments or something. I don't know. I feel like I'm forgetting to say something. . .

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treysimp · 2 years

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Sleepy? (TWST X OBEY ME)

GN!Reader/Leona Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland) | VERSUS | GN!Reader/Belphegor (Shall We Date? Obey Me!)

Rating: T (Language)

Tags: Crossover, petty jealousy, love at first sight, Leona can never spit it out because he’s a tsundere, GN!Reader, reader’s body is not described nor are pronouns used, this is mostly silly and I just wanted to see the boys being bratty haha

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This fucking guy.

Leona was irritated. Of course he was. How could he not be?

This guy, this dumbass, sleepy, blue-haired asshole, was getting his demon smell all over the herbivore.

That job is already taken, buddy.

How did his day even end up like this?

He knew he should have said something the second this guy sauntered his way into his business, but he just assumed that a demon wouldn’t care about something as trivial as a human.

That was a mistake. Clearly.

Earlier that afternoon, Belphie was trying to reconcile the pain of the less-than-literal hell of his time on the Night Raven exchange trip with his enjoyment of visiting somewhere new.

As excited as he was to get the chance to explore, he also had barely gotten any sleep. He felt like he might pass out at any moment, and while taking a nap was easy, finding somewhere comfortable is not.

Wandering aimlessly on campus looking for somewhere comfortable to waste a few hours, Belphegor found himself quite taken by the large and elegant greenhouse that lurked on the outskirts of campus. It reminded him of the Devildom Botanical Garden, which was a perfect place to relax. Hopefully it was just as comfortable. With a shrug, he wandered inside, trying to spot a nice bench or a patch of grass to occupy.

As soon as he passed into the barrier, Belphie was overcome with a lovely herbal smell. Like chamomile tea and moss after the rain. Following the smell, he saw something unexpected.

You.

While Belphegor wasn’t the quickest to warm up to humans, he had gotten better at being at least civil to them. He was not the type to pay much attention to humans around him (especially in a place like this, with enough wizards to feel like there were hundreds of excitable little Solomon’s running around) but something about you was different.

Something about you was intoxicating.

He watched you from afar, listening to you quietly speaking to the small plant that you gently brushed with your fingertips. You had a book in your hand, and seemed to be reading it to the plant from it.

From what he could hear, it sounded like you were reading out care instructions and then asking the plant if they were correct. It was mindless chatter, clearly the habit of someone who liked to talk themselves through their thoughts. Cute.

While Belphie had been rather set on having a nap, you seemed far more interesting at the moment.

Having an idea, Belphie approached you, putting on his most innocent look as he shyly tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Hey, I’m lost. You’re a student, right? Can you help me?”

Your eyes raise to meet him and Belphie feels like his heart could fall out of his chest when you smile up at him.

“Ah… that uniform. You’re from the Devildom?” You asked. Belphie nodded excitedly at your question.

That saved him an explanation. Cute and clever. You were just getting better and better by the minute.

“Sure, where do you need to go?” You were seemingly prepared for the question, giving off the impression of being someone that is used to answering similar inquiries.

Straightening yourself to your feet from a crouch and brushing the dirt off of your knees, Belphie felt his mouth getting dry. This was too much for a first meeting, but everything in him was begging him to touch you.

You had donned a lab coat and some goggles, over your uniform. The oversized goofiness of your outfit only making you look all the more charming with the dichotomy. He could now see that the book you were holding was named ‘Plants Care Laid Bare: Making Potions On the Cheap’.

There was certainly something here he wouldn’t mind seeing bare.

“It’s embarrassing, but I was trying to find a place to take a nap. I don’t have a dorm assignment yet and I’m dead on my feet. Are there any good places around here?” He asked sweetly, keeping his tone friendly and sheepish in order to get closer and encroach on your physical bubble just a bit. Unsurprisingly, you were even cuter up close.

You giggled, which caused your nose to wrinkle just so. Oh man, he hadn’t fallen this fast since he… okay, we aren’t going to think about that actually.

“I have it on good authority that over there is actually the preferred nap spot of a friend of mine.” You say helpfully, pointing over to a cove comprised of flowering bushes.

Belphie looked over to where you were indicating, noticing what looked to be a… rope of some kind peeking out. Huh.

“Unfortunately it’s currently in use.” You say with a wink, reading the questioning lilt of his expression.

“There’s a patch of clover near the flower garden though, which is my personal favorite spot.”

“Oh, really? Will you show me there?”

“Sure!”

And that started your flirtatious friendship with Belphie. You spent time sitting in the clover talking for hours that day, getting surprisingly deep. You talked about your school, your friends, your likes and dislikes. Time went by both slow and fast, causing both of you to drift into a comfortable nap under the sun.

By the time you woke up, Belphie had nestled into your side and you felt a small trail of drool coming from the side of your mouth. Ew. Thankfully Belphie was asleep.

You felt a light kicking at your ribs and heard an irritated sigh.

“Hey. Herbivore. Wake up damnit.”

And here’s the reason you woke up in the first place.

“Hey Leona. What brings you here?”

Leona’s lovely face was knit with irritation. His emerald eyes were narrowed and strangely intense with an expression that you weren’t familiar with. His hair slipped gracefully over his shoulders as he leaned over you, blocking the sun and giving him a halo in the light that peeled around the edges of his silhouette. It was exhausting how pretty he was sometimes, you thought.

Belphie stirred from his place on your chest from the sound, hazarding an eye open to see a man with animal ears and a tail glaring down at him.

Putting two and two together, he looked at the newcomers expression of irritation and the playful smile you gave in response.

And from your earlier comment… that wasn’t a rope earlier, he thought. It was this guys’ furry widdle tail.

Looking at the appendage that was swinging in irritation in front of him, a smirk crossed Belphie’s lips. Did he have competition here?

“The hell you think you’re doing cuddlin’ up to a stranger in the middle of the day?” Leona groused.

And why wasn’t it him?

“Belphie and I were talking and accidentally fell asleep. I’m sure the king of naps himself can relate?” You say with a raised brow.

Okay, yeah you had a point. Even Leona had to agree with that one.

“Whatever. It’s dinner time anyway. Don’t be late or your annoying friends will come and bother me about where you are again.” Leona huffed, flipping his hair over his shoulder and planting a hand on his hip.

Belphie had to resist a giggle fit. If his competition was this guy, then he had nothing to worry about. This kind of smug, ruggedly-pretty boy would rather choke than show a real emotion. Easy pickings.

Belphie murmured your name softly as he put his hand over yours. He met your surprised gaze with a sweet smile.

Leona felt his eye twitch from seeing this grimy demon put his mitts on his precious friend. Did this little cud-chewing brat really think he could just waltz in here and steal your attention?

“Can you show me to the cafeteria? I should probably find my brothers.” He said, giving you a positively infectious smile.

You nodded and stood up, offering your hand to help Belphie stand up. Taking your extended arm and using it to get to his feet, with a ‘thanks’, Belphie conspicuously refused to let your hand go once he’s finished getting up.

You can feel the tips of your ears burning slightly.

Leona can feel a vein in his forehead about to burst.

“See you at dinner, Leona! Text me if you want me to grab you anything.” You say habitually, waving goodbye to your sourpuss of a buddy. What’s his problem today?

You and Belphie walked out towards the exit, and before you make it out the door, Belphie spared a glance to see the hilarious seething expression of his haughty rival.

Feeling smug, Belphie made eye contact, wiggled a brow, and made a lewd motion that is best left to the imagination.

Leona returned the lascivious farewell with a one-finger salute and stalked off, wanting to throw something at that little jackass.

If that little calf thought he could just waltz into the lion's den and steal what wasn’t his, he was going to have another thing coming to him.

Belphie is such a troublemaker I just wanted to see what he would do to get under Leona’s skin. So cute. 🥰

I hope y’all didn’t mind the crossover but I’m dying at all the possibilities hehehe

Let me know what you thought, love you reader!

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apoorhuman · 1 year

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.. Mc's Gallery..

The moments of chaotic brothers

Satan

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Mc: *recording Satan from outside of HOL through his window* *zooming in the camera showing Satan holding a kitten in his hand while talking to the kitten like how a person talks to a baby*

Satan: *notices mc from his bedroom and immediately glared at them and walks somewhere unseen from the window*

Video cuts to mc zooming in at sleeping Satan in his bed through the little opening oh his bedroom door*

*Satan is sleeping with book in his chest and kitten on his lap, while drooling a little bit*

*camera flips to show mc face*

Mc: he's so freaking cute I can't, he's giving babygirl, he's giving husband material, I wanna marry him and-

*a dark figure was spotted in the background*

Satan: *standing with an ominous aura surrounding him* MC! DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW!

Mc: *sprinting like their life depend on it because it does* NO-

Satan: *Chased them back* MCCC

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Asmodeous

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MC recording asmo dancing in the dance floor of a club

MC: *asmo dancing and twerking, really drunk* look at him.. He really doesn't care about the surroundings.. Lol.

Asmo: *really didn't care about his surroundings because he's too drunk, dancing really hard and suddenly slip with his face down first*

Mc: * running towards asmo* OH SHIT-

Video cuts to using the front camera, showing asmo's room with mc wearing a full face mask and their hair wrapped in a towel

Mc: look at who just recovered from a fall face planted first~ *showed asmo glaring at them*

Asmo: *asmo sitting in his bed with an ice pack to his nose and a frown* haha. Very funny mc

Mc: not me of course~ *giggles*

Asmo: *glaring at them, suddenly gets up and start chasing them* get here!-

Mc: *quickly gets up from their seat and started running* Shoot- *running while showing asmo running to them* ASMO I HELPED YOU IT OF THE EMBARRASSMENT SO STOP CHASING ME

Asmo: NOT UNTIL YOU DELETE THAT VIDEO

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devildomwriter · 2 months

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An Angel’s Choice | Raphael x Reader

1.7K | GN! Reader | CW: very minor season four spoilers, very minor angst

The fellow partygoers applauded as the live music ended. Raphael smiled as you came back from the dance floor. Luke had asked to dance with you and since it was Luke and a more lively song, Raphael hadn’t minded.

He did however mind when Simeon asked you, and Michael, and Uriel, and a few others. He knew you were popular in the Devildom and the sorcerer community and of course, he knew of you before meeting you because of Michael, Luke, and Simeon. However, during his stay in the Devildom, he hadn’t realized how quickly rumors of you were spreading.

You had saved him by summoning Lucifer into a dream, the amount of focus and power needed combined with the risk was admirable and heroic. Michael had been quick to tell everyone about your heroic deeds and for Raphael’s sake left out why he had needed rescuing to begin with.

Ever since this event, Raphael was more attached to you and though he hadn’t noticed it at first he did once Simeon asked about his budding feelings.

Now Raphael was careful to act as usual. He was a guard and a Seraph, a protector and hitman. His duty was to the Celestial Realm and his Father above all else. But when he watched your smile, your somewhat graceful steps across the floor as you danced, and the joy in your eyes at being surrounded by your friends and his fellow angels, Raphael’s heart was stuck in his throat.

Raphael didn’t know these emotions and he didn’t understand them. He didn’t know when he was gazing lovingly until someone gave him a funny look. He didn’t know he was staring until someone managed to sneak up on him. He didn’t know he was swooning until you gave him a flushed look. He didn’t know his heart beating faster wasn’t a sign of illness but a sign of excitement.

He sat at the white-clothed table with a clean plate waiting for your food as you enjoyed the Celestial Ball.

Simeon took his seat next to Raphael and watched him for a minute. Simeon didn’t enjoy competition but he did have immense fun teasing Raphael about his crush.

Simeon gently poked Raphael’s arm. Raphael whipped his head around ready to draw out his spear instinctively but relaxed when he saw his friend.

“Simeon?” He questioned and Simeon pointed at you. Raphael looked at you as you were invited to dance by Gabriel.

Raphael clenched his fist jealously and Simeon chuckled. “Why don’t you go ask them again?” He advised and Raphael shook his head.

Raphael could waltz but he wasn’t a good dancer. His artistic talent lay in song, not dance.

“Why don’t you sing for them?” Simeon suggested next and Raphael shook his head again.

“Not in front of everyone,” he mumbled and Simeon laughed again. He was beginning to annoy Raphael so Raphael gave him a stern look and got up from his table to approach you.

Before he could reach you the music began and you began to waltz with Gabriel. Raphael grit his teeth and Michael noticed and approached him. He gripped Raphael’s shoulders, surprising him. Raphael glared at him and Michael backed away playfully defensively.

“Hey now, what’s with that look?” Michael prodded and Raphael sighed and glanced at you. Michael noticed and looked over at Simeon who was laughing in his seat. Michael sighed at his friends’ antics and pulled Raphael onto the dance floor after him.

Raphael turned red and was so flustered he could hardly move as Michael pulled him around until he was close enough to whisper to Gabriel. “Let’s trade?”

Gabriel knew this was more an order than a suggestion and with a swift movement he let go of your hand and it reconnected with Raphael’s.

“Oh, hi Raphael. I thought you were waiting for the food,” you greeted, a little confused. Raphael was not the type to dance so seeing him here more than once was a potential sign of the end of times.

He was at a loss for words but his face was flushed. You simplified your movements to allow him to think more clearly as he was hyper-focused on getting the steps correctly to avoid embracing either of you.

He glared when he heard Michael laughing with Gabriel from across the room. He glanced at Simeon who was no longer teasing him but instead filming Michael dancing as potential blackmail.

Raphael had no idea how Simeon remained an archangel and shook his head. Finally, the music stopped and Raphael held you closely.

You were tempted to joke “Leave room for Jesus” but you weren’t sure how well that would go over in a room full of angels so you held your tongue.

Raphael panted, he’d been holding his breath for so long without realizing it. Concerned, you led him back to the table but Raphael shook his head, requesting a breath of fresh air.

He held onto your wrist and led you to the hall and out another pair of doors to a balcony overseeing the Celestial Realm’s capital.

It took your breath away every time and your eyes glimmered as you overlooked it all. Birds flew by you singing harmoniously and in the hall, angels laughed and chatted with each other. You held Raphael’s hand as he breathed a sigh of relief to be away from the spotlight.

He didn’t mind addressing crowds but he didn’t like being thrown into them, it was stressful when he wasn’t sure what he should be doing. You knew this and rubbed your thumb across his hand as he took a few more deep breaths.

He was instantly relaxed in your presence but had no idea what to say now aside from, “thanks.”

A man of few words, you were happy he said anything at all. You gasped in surprise when Raphael squeezed your hand and brought you close to his side to look over the realm together. He rested his head atop yours and you blushed and melted into his side.

“Is this allowed?” You asked teasingly to break the silence.

He hummed, “right now…I don’t really care.”

You were stunned at his response. Raphael only cared about rules, to break one was unthinkable. But you suppose being partially angel yourself some affection was allowed. That was always the excuse Simeon gave when he wanted cuddles or kisses. But this felt different. A man so reserved as Raphael was never like this. This wasn’t flirting or passing affection this was a genuine connection and for a moment time froze as you felt completely in synch.

Your breathing matched and you were both relaxed as you listened to the birds sing and the music change in the distance.

The silence was broken by the ringing of a bell. You looked up and Raphael sighed. “Lunch is ready,” he informed, used to these balls.

You nodded and he gently held your hand pulling you alongside him into the room.

When the doors opened you both blushed as all eyes were on you, expecting the waiters instead. Raphael instantly let go of your hand but you grabbed it back making him blush harder and you led him to the table as Simeon and Michael snickered and Luke gave him curious looks.

Raphael sat down and looked down at the table, even the tips of his ears were red.

You chuckled too and the attention on you was broken as this time the waiters did arrive and the live orchestra played a relaxed tune perfect for dining.

You rubbed your hand on Raphael’s back and laughed as your food arrived. It wasn’t until after the meal and towards the end of the ball that you got a chance alone with Raphael again.

This time he led you to the observatory so you could see the night sky you were used to seeing at this time of the day.

“These are the human world stars, right?” You asked. He nodded.

“I’ve been here before,” you hummed and Raphael gave you a most confused look.

“Oh,” you exclaimed realizing he’d have no idea how it was possible. “I got hypnotized by some fairies and sent back in time to when Lucifer and his brothers were still in the Celestial Realm and Satan and I got invited on their picnic to looked the stars before Michael could get a chance.”

Raphael was silent for a moment but then began to laugh. “That sounds lovely.”

You nodded, “it was weird.”

He nodded too, agreeing that was a bizarre situation.

“Speaking of lovely,” you said softly and budged his arm. “I really enjoyed that moment on the balcony with you earlier.”

He blushed and squeezed your hand as you both gazed up at the stars. “I…enjoyed it too.” He admitted.

You nuzzled your face into his shoulder and he turned pink, “_-___.” He stuttered and sat up. “What are we doing…” he questioned and you sat up too and looked at him seriously.

“I’d like to know that too, Raphael,” you agreed. You blushed and looked down briefly before holding his hand tightly and confessing, “I like you, Raphael.”

“Likewise,” he said plainly, head tilted, and you shook your head.

“No, I mean like…I want you to be my partner and I want to be yours,” you said hurriedly and Raphael’s wings pipped out in surprise. It was startling but so adorable you couldn’t help but cover your mouth as you laughed.

Raphael took a moment to compose himself and nodded silently. “I would like that too.” He admitted to himself for the first time.

He didn’t know if this was allowed, neither of you did, but for you, he was willing to face the unknown and any consequences he might endure as a result.

“Really?” You asked, hopefully, and he grinned and nodded.

Slowly and cautiously he leaned down and gently brushed your cheek with his hand drawing your forward and your lips met.

Raphael pulled away after a moment and grinned. You’d never seen him so happy. Finally, all his confusion and doubt cleared away and what he was left with was certainty and joy.

He’d be your angel and you’d be his, and together you’d make sure that’s how it would always remain.

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