#lord-diavolo seems like a respectable enough person

[mageofseven]

The Boys' Opinions on MC's Cat

I'm doing it!!! And the cat in question is specifically my little kitty man Beanie 🥰

Imma write how all of the Boys react to MC bringing him as her emotional support animal (and honest, after the first school year alone, they totally need one)

Who likes him, or loves him, or really really wishes they could kick this cute little asshole out of the house hehe~

So please enjoy reading and leaning about my sweet baby boy through the Boys' eyes~

But first! His history with me:

Beanie was a stray in my neighborhood who always seemed interested in me and my dog. Whenever I'd take Elsa on a walk, Beanie would sometimes follow us and occasionally lay right in front of us on the side walk just to drive my dog crazy (my dog isn't a fan of cats, something we believe is from her own time on the streets, but more on that in her own post!)

Eventually, he started coming up to our house to ask for food so we'd feed him. I even made a small house for him on my front porch to shelter him from the rain.

Eventually, it started to get cold as winter started to come and Beanie would try to sneak into our home.

My grandma, who is allergic to cats, was unsure about letting him inside at first, but as it got colder she couldn't help being okay with the sweet boy coming in "for the winter season only".

Flash forward about 4 years later and this cat is still chilling in the house with us 🥰

Beanie's other names: Beans, Baby Boy, Beanie-baby, Cat!!!! (Whenever he scratches the couch lol), The Vicious Scoundrel Unfit For Society (whenever he brings a poor dead mouse or baby bunny to the front door)

And lastly

Lord Beanards the First hehe 🥰

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Lucifer:

Oh devil, this man tried for so long to keep cats out of his house.

Cats could not truly be trained the way dogs can so he didn't want the unpredictable creatures in his house.

His brothers are chaotic enough; he didn't need this furry animal adding to it.

However, Diavolo has said this cat must be respected for legal reasons

And in truth...if any person truly needs an 'emotional support' animal (a human realm term he only now discovered), it would be the human that literally died to help his family once.

And so...he reluctantly accepts the arrogant creature into his home.

It's not always so bad; the cat sleeps more than Belphie does after all and that says a lot.

Once awake though, he is such menace.

Scratches at every couch and chair in the house

And whenever Lucifer tries lifting him up to unhook Beanie's claws from the couch, the cat makes a screeching sound more like a child opera star than an actual animal and jumps from his hands.

Despite his frustration with the cat, Beanie never seemed scared of the pride demon...

But made it his mission to see just how much he could get away with this new man.

Lucifer hides in his office more than ever

And even when his door is locked, some how the feline still finds a way inside.

How does he even do that??

(He slipped passed Luce when he stepped out to get coffee. Beanie is a little freaking ninja hehe)

Over all, does not like Beanie and prefers the cat to be outside.

Mammon:

Mammon is desperate for Beanie to like him.

But this dude is too loud for the cat's liking.

Plus, the greed demon has a little difficulty reading the cat's body language

And in result, has gotten bit and scratched many times.

Says he doesn't care about that 'stupid furball'

But in truth, this man's feelings are just hurt

And he keeps trying to get Beanie's approval regardless.

Despite all of this, Mammon is probably the brother most worried about Beanie going outside.

I mean yeah, the Devildom has their own stray cats, but they grew up here; those furballs were more aware of the dangers here and knew where not to wander to for the most part.

But the cat grew up a stray in the Human realm and refused to be confined so even if he tried to keep Beanie in, the sneaky boy still manages to slip out

And he's still okay so that's good at least.

Overall, likes the cat but struggles to bond with him.

Leviathan:

Nononononononono!!!!

Out of the room!! Go!! Shoo!

Beanie is always sneaking into his room and he hates it.

This cat jumps onto the shelves, will look Levi straight in his eyes as he gently paws at the figurines till they slid off the shelf.

And that wasn't even the worst offense!!!!

Beanie would paw at the glass tank, wanting to get to Henry the fish so badly!

Has literally tossed the cat out of his room

Just to sulk directly after, worried that he was too rough with Beanie.

You weren't! It's okay, Levi~

Overall, finds Beanie to be a nuisance, even if he is cute.

Satan:

Worships this cat harder than the Ancient Egyptians did.

Loves Beanie to death and enjoys the chaos he causes.

Probably the brother Beanie bonds with the most.

This man will literally put his book down or get out of bed in the middle of the night just to give this cat the attention he screams for at night.

Practically dies from happiness every time Beanie headbutts him.

Is very hurt that Beanie won't let him carry him, but respects the cat's boundaries.

Will even help MC makes sure the cat gets the meds for his breathing issues every day.

Poor Beanie sounds like he's choking without them and it scares the blonde 😥

Overall, loves Beanie to death, even outside of the cat annoying Lucifer~

Asmodeus:

Oh my devil!! He's too precious!!!

Takes daily pictures of Beanie to post online

And doesn't miss a single day without kissing the cat's head.

Finds the shedding Beanie does to be a bit annoying and dislikes when he uses his capped lipstick as a rolly toy

But overall, thinks Beanie is an adorable little addition to the family!

However, this man is scared of cat claws so he prefers Beanie not to sit on his lap or anything like that.

Along with Satan and MC, he is one of the brothers that spends time brushing the cat to limit the shedding

And luckily, Beanie finds being brushed more or less pleasant so this becomes the two's bonding time.

Overall, loves the cat but hates his claws.

Beelzebub:

Is neither a cat or dog person, but thinks both animals can be very sweet.

Doesn't have a lot to do with Beanie unless the cat jumps to sit next to him and then he'll scratch under his chin, just as the good boy likes.

Beel knows how to pet Beanie so good that the cat starts drooling and gives him love nips, which the gluttony demon doesn't mind.

This has Satan so jealous lol

Other than that, will try to help with Beanie's meals

And discovered that cat food isn't half bad 😅🤭

He also is usually the first person to let Beanie out when he's screaming at the front door in his demanding baby voice 💕

Overall, likes the cat pretty well, but never tries crowding the little guy like Satan, Asmo, and Mammon.

Belphegor:

Eh he's cute, I guess.

What? What else were you expecting?

Belphie does enjoy the cat's company though.

Loves when he wakes up to find Beanie in his arms or on his chest.

Honestly, this man has been looking for a new napping buddy.

Still, he prefers to let the cat come to him.

Knows that if Beanie wants his attention, the cat will not hesitate to make it very obvious.

Easily makes Mammon and Satan jealous with how much Beanie likes him and how effortless his relationship with the cat is.

Thinks those two make things more complicated than they need to be.

Just chill out and be good to the cat and the furry dude will handle the rest; it's really not that deep guys.

Overall, likes the little guy and likes having him as a nap buddy. Also loves seeing the cat drive Lucifer and Levi crazy.

Diavolo:

Loves when little Beanie visits!

In truth, Dia is more of a dog person just like Lucifer, but is far from immune to a cat's charm.

Doesn't fully understand how to properly interact with a cat, but enjoys the process of learning

No matter how many scratches or bites he gets 😅

Beanie shows him the ropes in no time though and the two become good friends!

Diavolo is very respectful to the feline and even keeps a jar of treats in his office for the cat's visits.

Eventually buys a little cat bed and sits it on his desk in hope it will entice the furbaby into sleeping next to him as he works.

And he does!!!

The prince couldn't stop smiling the entire day~

Unfortunately (for Barb), this man finds out about catnip and covers his entire office floor with the herb

Beanie was incredibly happy; Barb however, was not 😅

MC jokes that the prince is their cat's favorite drug dealer which honestly makes Dia really happy and proud.

Barb and Luce beg this man not to repeat this joke around others, but he fails to do so.

Overall, loves Beanie incredibly so and starts a new project to help the stray cats of the Devildom.

All because of the new furry friend that constantly breaks into his office 🥰

Barbatos:

Enjoys the cat's visits very much.

Beanie makes the butler's job much more enjoyable when he follows Barb around and keeps him company.

Only tried one time to scratch the furniture and the look in Barbatos's eyes was enough for the cat to carefully unhook himself from the thousand year old fabric of the chair and slowly back away from it.

Lucifer is almost tempted to beg the butler to show him his ways hehe.

Honestly, this cat listens to Barb to a degree that even shocks MC

'Cause like I thought you loved me, you little shit hehe

The cat is often right at the butler's heels and even when Beanie walks through the butler's legs as he walks, the man never trips.

The two are weirdly in sync and it's quite impressive to see.

He is also very, very happy when he discovers that the cat took down any mice or rats.

Beanie is a true kindred spirit indeed 🤭

Though he's not a fan of using his future vision, he occasionally does so he can look out for the cat and make sure he doesn't stray anywhere dangerous.

Overall, likes Beanie and does his part to make sure Baby Boy stays safe 🥰

Solomon:

Appreciates the little man and often finds him out on his nightly strolls

Sometimes he finds the poor cat in a fight with one of the Devildom's strays and gently separates them with his magick.

Has healed little bite marks on Beanie's ears so MC won't worry.

Soli is also the one who quietly cleans up the 'gifts' Beanie leaves in front of House of Lamentation so poor Asmo won't be upset in the morning.

Over all is good with the cat, but doesn't really interact or intervene unless Beanie or one of the HoL members needs him too.

Simeon & Luke:

Simeon finds the cat very sweet and enjoys watching Beanie sleep or wander around.

Luke's eyes went wide the moment he saw the black cat in HoL, but he made no move to touch or interact with him at first.

It takes a while for the child ease himself towards the rather aloof cat.

Eventually when Beanie is asleep on the couch, Luke quietly reached out and petted his fur.

He's so soft!

The little boy was so happy

Till Beanie woke up and swatted his hand away, causing a scratch on the little angel's hand.

It wasn't bleeding though and the act wasn't out of aggression; it was Beanie's way of giving a polite warning.

Simeon comforts the little boy (who is trying so hard to pretend his feelings weren't hurt, but his guardian knew better) and teaches Luke little things about a cat's body language.

Honestly, Luke learns a lot quicker than Mammon.

The child is still a bit hesitant with the cat, but thinks Beanie is still so cute.

The latter his guardian agrees with.

Simeon will sometimes buy treats for Luke to give to Beanie just to see the boy's eyes light up when the cat eats it from his hand.

Beanie is not just cute, but provides a bonding experience for the two angels.

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[angelsdemonsandhumans]

💛❞𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞!❝💛

; Mammon carries you to the house of lamentation because you are too tired to keep walking.

; Gn!Reader.

; You don't have much confidence with Mammon yet.

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[Picture source; Pinterest. It belongs to whoever drew it, and please inform me if you know.]

The avatar of Greed was walking with two envelopes in his hands, in the mall.

You had been wandering around all day now, never stopping, going to visit every expensive shop that could be found there, since Mammon was over the moon; he won the lottery, and was delighted! He never stopped saying how many things he would and could buy with money, how happy he was; but he wanted someone to accompany him and of course the first person that came to mind was you.

And that's why at the moment you had a not too heavy black envelope in your hand, every step you took made your feet burn, your heels were very sore and you were tired. However, asking the demon next to you to stop a second wasn't exactly the best option; he would tease you for being so weak that you couldn't even walk much, complaining how because of you he would be late, like he always did.

It had been a short time since you joined Lord Diavolo's exchange program, so you had not a close enough relationship with the 6 brothers yet. In fact, you were even surprised that he chose you for shopping!

But after a few more minutes of walking, you stopped. Mammon kept walking and only when he was a few meters away he realized he was alone, and that only he was hearing his speech too. Was he talking to herself for 5 minutes?!

«HUMAN!» he yelled after a few seconds of realization, running towards you with the envelopes clutched in his hands; there was everything in there, all heavy stuff ( at least he gave you not too heavy stuff, knowing you couldn't be strong enough to lift all those things, he had really bought things that weighed kilos and kilos, so much weird devildom things you've never seen , not to mention the food).

You sat on a bench inside the mall, watching as he ran towards you, stopping and placing the bags next to your form and putting his hands on his hips. He didn't even have them red.. whatever, he was a demon, of course he was strong. After a few seconds you realized that you were staring at Mammon, lost in your own thoughts.

«OI! ARE YOU THERE? We have to get home before Lucifer loses his temper! I brought dinner, and it's HIS turn to cook, or else I'll have to do it AND deal with Beel as punishment! Ugh, why does everything always fall on me?! Hurry up!» he spoke as if he had been forced to take you shopping with him.. honestly he was the brother you disliked the most.

He treated you badly, like you were a nobody. He didn't even call you by your name! And he subdued you so much. He had a bad temper.. if only he had more respect towards you. For the moment, the one you liked most was Asmodeus; you didn't know him so well, but when you all ate together at the table he was the one that involved you the most in conversations, and he was always sweet with you.

Mammon grabbed your arm to pull you up, throwing a tantrum and still complaining that "you didn't have to stay there and you had to move to get home". It was boring.. he would have been more fun if he wasn't so rude to you.

«Mammon.. my feet hurts. I will come just let me rest a bit. It's hours we run and go everywhere non-stop» the avatar of Greed stared at you.

Demons walked around you, roaming the center withou problem, while the two of you eyed each other. He seemed annoyed and mostly frustrated.

But what he did next was unexpected. He snorted heavily and took all three envelopes in his left arm, leaving you empty handed, then bent down and with his right one he grabbed your waist and pulled you up bodily. Consequently you clung to his neck squealing softly, eyes widening slightly as you felt yourself being plucked off the bench and slammed onto his side.

«Let's just get this over with» he muttered as he proceeded to walk in the direction of the House of Lamentation.

You blinked a couple times, realizing what was happening before slowly resting your head on his shoulder. He didn't say anything, so you stayed that way.

Once you two were home, he put you down and complained about "having to carry you all the way there and that he was the one who was tired".

Your bed was really comfy. You throw yourself there as soon as you entered the room, closing your eyes and relaxing after the warmth of the blankets and the pillow under your head.

When you heard the door opening (no knocking?) You jumped and turned to look at who was disturbing your rest.

Mammon. Why was Mammon in your room?

«Hey, listen up, human! Whatever went down today... I only did it 'cause you were practically begging for help, alright?! You're so damn worthless and useless, can't even manage to stand on your own feet! Just count yourself lucky that the Great Mammon decided to bring you along!» you stared at him. For a long time. Then you turned away; that's why you didn't like him.

The demon gasped loudly, staring at you as if you had committed a sin, frowning «HEY! QUIT IGNORIN' ME!» he said deeply offended, but he did not approach you. And you continued to ignore him; you didn't want to listen to him one second longer.

After a while, you heard the door slam shut and you turned to see how you'd come back alone. Fortunately...

That night, you found yourself sleeping with him in your bed. He had a bad dream.. you wondered if he had at least a shred of dignity at that moment.

You patted his back while he squeezed your hips, hugging you, with his head on your shoulder. You sighed.

«There.. there..» you murmured, observing her perfectly white hair. They were really beautiful...

Well, it was no coincidence that Mammon was a model. And he really was, sometimes you had a hard time believing it ..

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[anna-the-undertaker]

Prideful Devotion

- Part 1 - At the request of @dark-lady15, @aeongiies and @lovelyfriedcomputer, here is part 2 of Prides Gift. And I want to give special thanks to @aeongiies for their help in choosing the direction this will take :) Thank you for enduring my questions. This turned out to be more soft than spicy though - Song Inspiration: The Devil's Backbone by The Civil Wars - I will be posting a poll for you guys to vote for which brother I do next right after posting this so GO VOTE.

In the hallowed depths of the Devildom, where shadows danced and the air crackled with an electric fervor, Lucifer gazed upon the human before him, whose pride and resilience had caught his attention once again and this time had stolen his breath.

It was undeniable, radiant, and untempered as they navigated through the introductions and, as expected of anyone who was under the influence of his power, they were quick to understand everything they were told. They carried themself with a grace that echoed his own poise.

Then the dreaded question that was on everyone's minds was asked.

Diavolo, being inquisitive as ever, couldn't resist any longer, "How do you and Lucifer know each other?"

Lucifer saw the others perk up with interest making him scowl and huff a breath of exasperation. This seriously couldn't wait? Before he could say so, MC spoke.

"With all due respect, Lord Diavolo, that is a personal matter."

Diavolo smiled, one that did not take no for an answer, "Well, hopefully you will make an exception for me."

MC smiled back, "Of course, just not here. I would prefer to speak of it in private with Mr. Morningstar present as it is not just my business, if that's alright?"

"Just call me Lucifer." Lucifer stated.

"If you insist."

The demon Lords boisterous laughter rang through the room, "Very well. We may discuss it later. For now we need to have you shown to the House of Lamentation, where you will be staying for the duration of your time here."

Lucifer met MCs eyes, "You will need someone to look after you, and I had intended for my brother, Mammon, to do so. He is the Avatar of Greed and...how should I put it...? Oh well, you'll understand soon enough. But given the circumstances, I will assume that role."

He pulled a D.D.D. out of his pocket and placed it in MCs hands, "Here, take this. It's a lot like the cell phones from your world. It will be yours to use as long as you are here. Now, I'd like you to call Mammon with it."

He knew that his brother wouldn't answer if he saw it was him so he was going to use this to his advantage.

They listened as the phone rang before Mammon answered with little hesitation as Lucifer had expected, "Yoooo."

"Hello, Mammon." Mc replied, their voice cool and collected.

Mammon was silent for half a second, "Who the hell are ya?"

"I'm MC, the new human exchange student."

"Whaaa? Geez, I was gettin' all chilly here thinkin' it was Lucifer again. Ya should've told me right away. So what business does a human got with THE Mammon?"

MC turned her gaze to Lucifer, taking in his expression.

"Lucifer asked me to call you. It would seem you need to rectify whatever you did before he gets to you."

"Pfffft, whatever. Ya think THE Mammon would listen to ya just 'cause you're tryin' to scare me with that name?"

The Avatar of Pride extended his hand for the phone letting MC set it in his palm, "You've got 10 seconds to get home... 9... 8..."

Mammon shrieked in fright, "YESSIR!" and hung up in an instant.

"Thank you," he said as he handed the phone back then turned to Diavolo. "I will take them to the House of Lamentation to get them settled then we will meet you at the castle to explain."

The demon lord nodded in acknowledgement so they left.

Time passed quickly after that and MC had done exceptionally well in the program. They had grown close with each of his brothers as well and had an uncanny ability to make them behave, already having formed pacts with Mammon, Levi, and Beel. He had a deep suspicion they had been sneaking to the attic but had no evidence to prove it, making him even more suspicious of their intentions behind the pacts.

MC had began helping him with his work and became his unofficial assistant, forcing them to spend much more time together. Idle conversation turned to flirting, with him unintentionally flirting back. They had a charm that was hard to ignore and he found that he would look forward to the afternoons they would spend together listening to his records as they worked. His pride would get in the way, however, forcing him to step back from them even though he ached to do the opposite. But MC stood their ground and took it in stride, determined to become closer to him.

Throughout that time he had been able to get to know them better, and found he had the urge to protect them and keep them to himself despite some of the mishaps along the way, even if he would never admit it.

He had no one to blame but himself for MCs courageousness after all. The small amount of power he had granted them so long ago had influenced them to the point where being told what to do or being told they couldn't do something affected their pride, urging them to do just that. Although, he was unsure how much was his influence and how much was purely MCs personality.

Some time later, at Diavolo's castle, attending the Ball the demon lord had thrown in celebration of the exchange program, Lucifer watched MC as they made conversation with the guests.

Amidst the flickering lights that painted the ballroom in deep shades of gold, MCs mortal form, clad in garments befitting nobility, seemed delicate compared to his. Yet an unyielding strength emanated from them, a beacon that drew the Prince of Darkness near.

He asked them to dance and he could hear their heart pounding in rhythm with the infernal symphony that echoed around them.

Part of him wanted them to keep looking at him with the look of adoration in their eyes in that moment, but the other was too focused on his caution.

As they danced, he threatened them, instead of explaining the dangers of going to the attic, not knowing that hurting them the way he had would leave him with regret and guilt.

They held his gaze even though his grip was painfully tight. Even as their face twisted with pain they stood their ground. A quality that was as endearing as it was irritating.

Their dance ended and they went their separate ways, but his eyes stayed on them for the remainder of the night.

As time continued to pass, MC had formed pacts with Amso and Satan. He admired their drive and dedication, but he still held them with an air of caution.

They came to his study late one afternoon and knocked on the door, "Lucifer, may I come in?"

"What is it, MC?" he called to them without looking up from his paperwork.

They stepped inside, "I have something for you."

That made him stop what he was doing and look up at them and the vinyl record in their hands in surprise.

At his silence they continued, laying the record on his desk, "It took some time and effort to have this made, and I may have had a bit of help from Levi and Mammon, but it's finally here. After our first meeting and making our deal, my life began to get better and my career skyrocketed. When I became of age, I was able to seize custody of my siblings and give them a better life outside of our parents abuse. They are grown now and living wonderful lives. In wake of all of that, I wanted to give you proper thanks, but I had no idea if I would ever see you again so I wrote this in the hope that one day you would hear it. You had no reason to help me and even if helping me had only been for your own benefit, I am still grateful."

They left before he could respond and his eyes fell to the record. He lifted it with gentle fingers, appraising the the bold letters on the cover that read: The Memory of Pride.

He rose from his chair and moved to his record player, carefully setting the disc upon it and let it play.

The music enveloped him. Each note pulling on his heart and his pride swelled to new heights knowing that this music was written specifically for him. He could feel the emotion that had been woven into it: gratefulness, remembrance, pride. He could feel how genuine it was. He had not thought that one small, spur of the moment, action would produce this.

The feelings brewing in his heart grew, and he let the record play for the rest of the night, basking in the warmth that coursed through his veins.

But then, everything came crashing down around him in what felt like an instant. His vision became clouded with red at the sight of MCs mangled body - a mere human whose fate had become intertwined with he and his brothers conflicts.

If only they had listened to him. If only he had told them the whole truth, his pride be damned. He knew they would have understood, but he didn't. They didn't listen to him or heed his threats and now look at what has happened.

An anger he had not felt since the celestial war began to build within him. He could barely hear his brothers pleas' anymore.

A sinister aura hung heavy as he seethed. His eyes burned with a malevolent fire as he confronted his brother.

"How dare you," Lucifer hissed, his voice laced with venom. "MC was under my protection, under our family's protection. They were mine to guide, not yours to extinguish!"

Belphie only laughed making Lucifer's anger flare, his true form unfurling in a dark display of power as he stepped between MC and his younger brother. His features contorted with a mix of grief and unbridled rage, casting an eerie glow upon his chiseled face.

"Yes... Yes! Perfect! That's exactly the look I was hoping to see on your face, Lucifer!" the youngest laughed, "And this little pendant of theirs? The all powerful Lucifer couldn't have possibly given to them. So let's just get rid of it."

He crushed it in his fist and let the shattered pieces crumble to the floor.

"You dare to decide the fate of those under my care? You have defied me, Belphie, you have defied Lord Diavolo, and this transgression will not go unpunished." Lucifer's voice carried a chilling resolve.

But before he could follow through with it, MC reappeared. Their countenance alive and vibrant. His eyes that had been filled with fury and grief, now shimmered with a glimmer of hope and disbelief. The weight of despair that had burdened his heart lifted, replaced with an overwhelming sense of relief.

Everything that happened after was a blur: revealing Lilith's true fate, discovering that MC was her descendant, and the guilt of withholding it all from his brothers.

The tension took awhile to dissipate and with MCs urging his brothers began to forgive him. MC was still wary of Belphie, and with good reason, but they eventually met halfway and his younger brother made a pact with them.

The end of their year had arrived and Lucifer had finally found a name for the feeling in his chest. The reason for his unconscious need to protect them and keep them near. Love; something he didn't think he'd feel for anyone, especially a human.

They came to his study to discuss everything for their return to the human realm and the thought of them being lost to him ate at his heart.

"Have you done all you set out to do here in the Devildom? No unfinished business? No loose ends?" He asked.

A downcast expression formed on their face, "I believe so, yes. But Belphie did break my pendant. I can't replace that." A chuckle slipped past their lips. "Now that I think about it, I've yet to make a pact with you."

"A pact, you say?" He began, his face going blank. "I see. You've made pacts with all of my brothers, which just leaves me... Do you really want to make a pact with me? Truly? I don't know how my brothers felt about making pacts with you, but I am more than a name to be crossed off of your list. I can't have you lumping me together with everyone else. That won't do."

His demon form emerged and MC didn't flinch.

"Seriously, Lucifer? From the very beginning you have been held in a different light from the others. And you should know by now that this form of intimidation from you doesn't work on me anymore." They crossed their arms defiantly, head tilted to hold his gaze.

Lucifer huffed out a breath, "That defiance... I've always found that aspect of you irritating. But as irritating as it is, it's even more endearing."

As they stood face to face, Lucifer's lips curved into a smirk, a blend of mischief and desire. The air grew heavy with anticipation, the unspoken tension between them filling the void. In the depths of his ruby eyes, he let MC glimpse a tumultuous sea of emotions - a yearning.

In a gesture both daring and vulnerable, Lucifer extended a hand, his touch gentle as a whispered promise, "If you are amenable, I am willing to offer you a deal."

MC, emboldened by an inexplicable connection, accepted the invitation, their fingers intertwining. They looked up to him with heavily lidded eyes, their voice coming out a low purr, "What would this deal cost me?"

He pulled them forward, wrapping his other arm around them for his hand to rest against their lower back, and a surge of raw energy coursed through their vines, their union an alchemy of darkness and light, binding them in an embrace, a pseudo waltz of undiscovered pleasure.

His lips came to rest against the shell of their ear as he answered, "Everything. You will belong to me and me alone." He moved to face them, their lips mere centimeters away from each other. "So, what will it be? Do you wish to make a pact with me, MC?"

MC searched his face, but there was no hesitation in their reply, a whispered, "Yes."

His grip tightened, and his touch sent shivers of anticipation down their spine, MC felt the weight of centuries-old burdens slacken just a little. But in the warmth of his presence, they discovered solace and a love that could not be contained.

His voice, a velvet caress, spilled forth words of vulnerability and truth, a confession that echoed through the chambers of their intertwined souls, "I love you."

Lost in the labyrinth of their emotions, time ceased to exist as they moved closer, their breaths mingling in the sacred space between them. With a tempestuous gaze, Lucifer's hand cradled MC's face, his touch both fiery and tender, akin to the paradox of his being. Their lips met in a union both fierce and passionate, a melding of opposing forces - darkness and light, damnation and salvation.

"We are heading straight to my room," He breathed as he pulled away, a fire in his eyes that would not be put out. "You're going to spend your last night in the Devildom there, together with me... all night long until the break of dawn. I'm not letting anyone else have you now... You're mine."

In those final, eternal hours, their embrace transcended the mortal realm, and they soared through celestial planes, leaving behind the trappings of their troubled pasts. Their love, fueled by shared desire and pride, became an inferno that engulfed them completely, igniting a flame that would burn forever more.

In the embrace of the Prince of Darkness, MC found freedom - the freedom to embrace their flaws, their desires, and the capacity to love him unapologetically. And as they danced on the precipice of darkness, Lucifer and MC embarked on a new journey, their love a testament to the power of connection, and a bond that defied the boundaries of Heaven and Hell.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

A/N: I realize I wrote part 1 a while ago, so you might need to check out my masterlist and read part one to understand some of the context behind this.

Warnings: Blood, gore, Satanism, witches, Agriche family ( thats a whole warning in itself ), implied mentions of torture, Seduction, Manipulation

A/n #2: This is a rewrite, my older one got deleted while I was in the middle of writing it. ( My computer restarted and tumblr didn’t save it ) So tis not as good as the original but I tried.

“We were simply discussing your designated ranking as an avatar, my lady,” Barbatos shot her a charming smile. Truth be told, even someone like him was terrified of what she was capable of.

Someone like her was more than capable of destroying the three realms. He had been skeptical of this temptress ever since she stepped foot into the house of lamination.

He would need to prepare the brothers just in case this beauty decided to step out of line, from which he learned she seemed to have a long history of doing.

Seduce and destroy, that is how she made a tyrant family, dominating the underworld for centuries cripple beneath her fingertips.

Y/n seduced everyone who had ever fallen in love with her into falling in love with her and that either made her a very good liar or a threat.

“Together, the avatars work for his majesty, Lord Diavolo,” Barbatos furrowed his brows and pursed his lips, he could not see her future any longer, just what was she hiding?

“My sincerest apologies, however I do not think it is fitting for me to work for someone so naïve and childish,” She forced a deceptive smile

“Is there no shame in you, working for someone so meek? Having to call him your future king at that,” She smirked, she knew that Lord Diavolo was far from weak, however, riling up his personal servant was quite thrilling~

“Well, lady Agriche, My lord may be slightly dense but I assure you he is a fit ruler,” Barbatos seethed

“With all due respect, the Agriche dukedom is destroyed, therefore, I am no longer an Agriche,” Y/n spoke calmly, despite her perfect figure her patience was running thin

The others knew better than to talk, the environment felt heavy and tense, they could feel themselves shiver, yet, not one of them dared to move.

“Lady Agriche, it truly doesn’t matter whether the estate has been destroyed or not, what makes you an Agriche is your immoral and sinful heart. That desire to kill- to destroy, resides within you. You could neglect your ancestry all you want but remember Agriche blood runs in your veins,” Barbatos glared, he knew this woman was trying to rile him up

“I suppose I am sinful but your point was?” She looked at him, Barbatos was of no use to her, so why would an opinion as negligible as his possibly matter to her? The answer is quite simple, it didn’t. It didn’t bother her in the least, her perfect composure not faltering in the slightest.

“My work there is finished, I swore that I would remove every living trace of the Agriche from the human realm and I succeeded,” She continued, crimson eyes glinting with evil

“Despite all your efforts Lady Agriche, the Agriche have left their mark and even someone like you would fail to make the world forget the damage that has been caused” Barbatos started, he had enough of this prideful and arrogant woman.

“Oh but you underestimate me, my goal wasn’t to erase the past, it was simply to prevent the past from repeating itself,” Y/n explained calmly, Who did he think he was? Freely disagreeing with her? 

Surely, the Agriche was simply an evil ancestry 

A family that destroyed, thousands of other families

Going as far as to destroying their own family

Oh, tyranny lasts for the longest time

The human realm is littered with the remains of empires that believed they were eternal

Yet when it collapses

It is rebuilt, with someone that has the same hatred in their heart

If only Y/n knew,

The moral of the story is that nobody learns from historical mistakes

“Say, lady Y/n, you are indeed quite beautiful, it would be fair to say that I have never laid my eyes upon anyone nearly as lovely as you!” Asmodeus attempted to lift the tension, the tension decreased significantly yet one could still feel it lingering, like the scent of freshly baked cookies, however, this feeling was not nearly a pleasant.

The icy glare of Lord Diavolo’s personal servant and the false smile of the newfound avatar lost its tension.

“I am well aware of the fact that I am beautiful,” She spoke in a confident tone

It certainly took a lot of chutzpah to talk to Asmodeus the way she did, it was admirable in a sense.

“Well, I must leave now, it seems that I still have tasks that are yet to be completed” Y/n shot out of her seat and left swiftly, her arabian perfume intoxicating the air.

“She is quite full of herself, Isn’t she?” Satan muttered in disgust, he didn’t dislike the fact that she was confident but something about her felt like salt on an open wound.

“I for one, don’t mind in the least!” Asmodeus sighed dreamily

He saw hell in her eyes, but he loved it anyway, was hell always this bewitching?

Heavy, was the crown on her head, contaminated with past nightmares, regret, guilt, pain, suffering, and bottled feelings.

and yet she wore it as though it were a feather

 there is strength in her heart

 determination in her eyes

and the will to survive within her soul

Y/n Agriche, was bored and one should know better than to bore the embodiment of manipulation herself. 

She felt the need to destroy each and every one of the brothers, one by one, playing them like a mere game

She would start with Lucifer and make her way to the dear avatar of wrath. She would destroy them and create her own perfect world, to hell with Diavolo’s authority, she would play him like her little puppet.

Devildom belongs to the one and only, Y/n

Or perhaps she should influence Lord Diavolo in making some ‘decisions’, after all, she didn’t just want to destroy them physically. She would taint their minds and turn everyone against them, she would fake a little empathy and once they trusted her with their life, she would flip the board.

Do you think you are safe because you love Y/n?

Oh good god, do not for a second think she will not stain her mouth with your blood

Once there is blood on your hands, there is simply no way to stop.

Off she went, to find Lucifer, it was high time she started working on her little plot to keep herself entertained.

Elegantly rising up from her bed, she dusted her dress in an attempt to smooth out the wrinkles and unlocked her bedroom door.

Cherry red heels tapping against marble flooring came to an abrupt stop, as she pondered, it would be immensely rude of her to barge in, perhaps, she should brew him some coffee to compensate for his time.

Walking into the kitchen she scanned the items, did they have no servants? Inhaling deeply she took into consideration that she would have to brew this all by herself.

Opening a cabinet, she found a box with coffee grounds, she extended her arm and managed to get ahold of the box, she carefully removed the lid and poured it into a glass cup. She always liked her coffee extra bitter, therefore, she didn’t bother to add any sugar into the mixture as she carried two glass cups to Lucifer’s office, which if she recalled correctly was located two rooms across from where she was standing.

Knock.. Knock.. Knock...

Who could this possibly have been? Lucifer knew that none of his brothers bothered enough to knock at his door, they would simply make their way in and waste his time in their own ways. Each one differed greatly from the other yet it all felt the same.

Sighing he got up to open the door to his room, twisting the lock in his gloved hands.. Perhaps it was that new avatar.

Indeed it was, her scarlet eyes met with his Maroon ones. His eyes traveling from her face to her hands, she held two cups of coffee, from the essence he could tell it was extra bitter, just the way he liked it.

“Could I help you?” He asked scanning her figure, he had learned from Barbatos that he would need to be weary of this woman.

“Yes, I thought you deserved a break, so why don’t we have coffee together?” She inquired, her siren eyes scanning him from his face to his shoes

His weakness, the offer was tempting but he had to make sure that Lord Diavolo’s matters were resolved by tomorrow or he would face a chew out from his butler.

“I’m quite busy at the moment-” He started, closing his eyes and whipping his head away, her eyes were bewitching, he had to make sure he would not fall for her charm

Y/n ignored his remark and slid into his room examining her surroundings in wonder. There was no doubt that this man kept all the best things for himself, he had silk sheets, these are the sheets her torture room consisted of, for toys that couldn’t behave themselves properly. She would make them ingest an aphrodisiac and sadistically watch as they shifted uncomfortably and begged for her until they lost their voices and ability to walk.

Lucifer watched as the beautiful woman seated herself at his study table and motioned for him to sit next to her. He sighed, he was far too low on energy to argue his way out of this one. He tread towards the chair and took a seat next to her, attempting to ignore the fact that she sat in his seat and was skimming over the papers that he needed to deliver to Lord Diavolo by the next day.

She nodded in acknowledgement as she flipped through the papers. The work was awfully simple but a cluster of it. It seemed that Lord Diavolo had appointed Lucifer to do all his work for him. Poor Lucifer, he must be tired of the Prince’s shenanigans, perhaps she could use this to her advantage. 

She looked up from the papers and saw that both glasses were untouched,

“What's wrong? Do you dislike bitter coffee?” She asked as Lucifer snapped out of his trance, had he been staring at her this entire time? He needed to get a hold of himself, he could not fall for her, he was supposedly against her as she was evil beyond reasoning.

Oh but Lucifer dear, being against evil doesn't make you any better, no matter what you do Y/n shall always be superior. You will fall for her, after all, her plans never fail.

“Ah, was this for me?” He muttered bringing a cup towards his lips

“Two glasses for two people, I assumed you were sharp-witted, It appears I was wrong,” She glanced from her side as she watched Lucifer’s face mold into frustration.

“Perhaps, it would be simpler if we split the work, after all I do not have much to get done,” She stated

“I am capable of doing this myself,” Lucifer muttered, snatching the papers out of her hands

“Page 47, second paragraph, you made a mistake in your calculations,” Y/n smiled, twirling a pen in her fingers as she watched Lucifer flip through the pages.

His face contorts into exasperation as he realizes he did indeed mess up, this meant he needed to change everything 

“My offer still stands,” Y/n wanted to laugh at his pathetic expression, he could just get her help but his pride refused it.

“My my~ How rude of you to simply not answer! I saved you from humiliation and this is how you repay me?” She gasped, pressing a finger to her lip and staring at Lucifer in anticipation

“Alright, you win. Where do you want to start?” Lucifer murmured, unconsciously bringing a hand up to his hair and pulling on it, he was so frustrated!

“You are more than welcome to take a break while I work on this,” Y/n offered

“You seem quite exhausted,” She sighed, bringing a hand to his forehead and feeling his temperature

“I’m alrig-” Lucifer started

“Go. take. a. rest.” She looked at him annoyed

“Do not worry any longer, I will take care of the work,” She glared as Lucifer got up and walked towards his bed

Congratulations, Y/n. You survived the Agriche, now live with the trauma~

A/N: Reblog but do not repost!

Part 3? Or should I abandon the series?

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[ithseem]

this may be a bit long!

[matchup exchange for: OBEY ME]

✦ prominent personality traits: passionate (inwards, only express when some small thing im actually interested in comes up), levelheaded, contemplative (outwardly), opinionated, honest (heart on my sleeve). realistic but optimistic about it. individualistic. i am an ambivert. sometimes my mouth runs and i trip up over what i was going to say, and i’m blunt. sx/sp, not easily impressed. im a big person on wanting improvement and having ambition (mostly for myself, but i will encourage others). people think im funny so im happy about that :] i am amiable. im the type who’s better at finding solutions rather than comfort, but i certainly try the most i can for others. for bad traits, i have a hard time empathizing with people sometimes, and i’m somewhat pushy.

✦ looks fair skin, mid-length black hair, wispy middle part. i’m pretty lanky, with a beauty mark near the corner of my left eye. light academia type of dress, with hair clips. look more cute-sque.

✦ hobbies/talents: i like to read and write and listen to music and taking walks and drawing. i'm really good at explaining things in a very cohesive manner. my logic is really good, so my persuasion is extremely good too. im very efficient and creative, which i apply to many things in real life. i also have very good intuition.

thank you for this matchup exchange! dont worry, i’ll write lots for your oc too!

It seems tome you've captured the heart of...

The Prince of the Devildom

Diavolo!

On the surface level, he can respect your calm and level-headed nature. Once he gets to know you, he just falls in love with you harder. It's no secret that Diavolo is a good judge of character, and he grows to love and appreciate very facet of you.

One thing Diavolo especially likes about you is your honesty. The way your eyes light up when you speak is a sight he'll never tire of. He loves to listen about your thoughts on the subjects you're passionate about. He doesn't mind you running your tongue and stumbling over your words. In fact, this is a quirk of yours he's grown to find endearing about you. He still likes your articulacy regardless. Your logic is sound and your persuasive skills are a force to behold. You would make for a great ambassador for the Human Realm

He also likes your sense of humour so expect to joke around with him a lot.

As for your goal of self improvement, Diavolo cannot help but admire that. To quote something Leviathan (probably) said: "we stan character development." He may or may not find you to be an inspiration.

As for your bad traits, he'd be more than happy to help you manage those. He can be a bit pushy also, but he does work on that. He did learn to manage this part of himself so he can help you with this also. Empathizing with others might be something you need to work on as well. While Diavolo does appreciate solutions to his problems, he will oftentimes need a shoulder to cry on before he can tackle them.

Diavolo has a huge library full of books for you to read, as well as music records, many of which are cursed. But you are smart enough not to just touch these books or records all willy-nilly.

The Demon Lord's Castle has the best places to take walks, so he'd love to take strolls with you (of course, these walks are not limited to the castle), and Barbatos would prepare tea and snacks for you when you just want to relax

Diavolo also takes interest in your creative hobbies as well. If you ever gift him something you drew/wrote, he would be over the moon

Overall a very healthy and wholesome relationship with a lot of potential for emotional stimulation

#ithseem answers #obey me #obey me matchups #it's been a while since I played this so sorry if this is mid or ooc ;-; #i don't usually do this #not on this blog anyways #maybe i should do more fandoms for my side blog #i'm gonna make a poll for it #obey me diavolo #lord diavolo #diavolo swd #matchups

[the-real-lord-diavolo]

"the real lord diavolo" implies there may be fake lord diavolo(s) 🤔

Well considering my own username of LordDiavolo and even Lord-Diavolo are already taken on this website, I don’t have much of a choice ha ha 😄

#i’m not particularly bothered #lord-diavolo seems like a respectable enough person #lorddiavolo looks very empty though... #diavolo answers

[inhuman-obey-me]

Im not sure if I'm doing this right but..

Diavolo and 💀

Yes you did it right haha, thanks for requesting!!

"You aren't worth the blood that runs in your veins." - Diavolo

Nights like these are never fun for Diavolo. One might think that the parties and splendor, surrounded by the glittering figures of dancing nobles, would be quite enjoyable for the energetically outgoing prince, and after all, he himself is often the one organizing such soirees. And by the welcoming smile with which he greets each guest and how perfectly at home in the extravagance he seems, one might almost believe that he does enjoy these lavish events.

Truthfully, though, he takes far more delight being around the simple bickering of the demon brothers than he does here tonight with the glitzy elites laughing and dancing in the castle's halls. After all, even though it's his home and his party, he can never quite afford to let his guard down at these kinds of occasions.

"Hello, Harthan," he warmly greets one often grumpy aristocrat, whose mottled complexion accents his face just so to make his sullen expression look even more dour. "I hope you're having a pleasant time this evening?"

The other demon merely grunts gruffly in affirmation before marching off to join another group of nobles mingling with Lucifer further away. At least a better response than usual though, from one he'd only won over in the past century or so. Though Harthan had never been quite so bold as to openly speak out against royalty, he'd certainly tended to avoid those close with the prince, preferring until recently to associate with those who weren't so shy about their opposition to their prince regent.

"Deigning to consort with your fellow demons tonight?" drawls one such sneering elder demon, the scent of overripe berries and rotting wood wafting off of him with each word. "Have you finally remembered what realm you rule, little prince?"

Diavolo's polite smile falls, though the stern grimace that takes its place holds all the same grace. "I have never forgotten what realm I rule, Lord Emoniel. It is exactly for the sake of the Devildom's future that we must learn to come together peacefully with the other realms. As the future king of the Devildom, I am doing what I believe is best for all demons."

"Best?! Best! Ha!" the other snaps. "As if you know what's best for demonkind! You're a sheltered little princeling, not a king. Your father is a real Demon King. One who respects demons, one with enough pride not to spend his time inviting our enemies to tea! You aren't worth the blood that runs in your veins!"

Glances from other demons around the room flitter across the two of them at the sudden outburst. Out of the corner of his eye, Diavolo can see Barbatos watching tensely, ready to step in if needed, though he gives his butler a slight shake of his head. Emoniel is an unruly guest, to be sure, and one who has probably had a bit too much Demonus for the night, but certainly no worse than Diavolo has had to deal with in the past.

"My father has been a great Demon King indeed, one who did what he had to in order to protect our realm and our people, without fail," the prince responds calmly. "So you must understand that it was he who personally instructed me towards the same when I was a child. He is the one who ensured I would be ready to rule. And as he has gone to rest after so many centuries of war, he is the one who has left me responsible for this realm."

Voice hardening with determination, Diavolo continues, "That responsibility means looking beyond our past conflicts to do what's right for the Devildom. I understand you may not agree with my goals or my actions, and you may not believe me worthy of my blood. But the future is coming whether we want it to or not. I intend to ensure the safety and prosperity of demonkind in that future, as my blood taught me to do."

He pauses then, matching the intense glare of his guest's muddy green eyes with his own gleaming golden ones.

"It is up to you, Lord Emoniel, whether you will live to see it."

#might fuck around and turn this into a 5k word fic down the line because it could totally just keep going #we'll see if i ever do it #obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #omswd #obey me diavolo #om! diavolo #obey me fic #obey me drabble #1 year celebration #writings #drabble #mod chaos in the devildom

[snowcandyz]

Mysterious

Genre: Fluff (?) but there's pining here and there

Pairing: Barbatos/MC

Summary: You can't help but be curious, who is Barbatos?

Beta read by @/candymeowz

Barbatos is mysterious to you.

He doesn't indulge in his interest too often like the others, nor does he tell you much about himself.

If you did ask him some personal questions to get to know him better, he'd try to evade the questions instead. Understandable; everybody has the right to set boundaries for themselves, so you must've stepped on his boundaries when you asked those questions.

But you can't help feeling even more curious about him. His past, actions, calm demeanour, undying loyalty towards Lord Diavolo, hatred for rats, and penchant for sweets and tea.

And why his presence alone is enough to make you flustered and fumble on your every action.

Perhaps it's because of his power? The ability to look into the future, the past, and even into the multi-verse?

Or maybe it's because he's very respected in Devildom?

Or possibly it's because of he, himself? His swift yet gentle actions, his words that are formal yet coated with honey, his character that no one understands yet you found yourself attracted to know more, his handsome face no one dared to touch, yet you found yourself wanting to get a hold of.

And maybe that's why you're in this situation without realising it.

Because you want more.

You didn't know what triggered it, nor did you notice what you're doing might incur his anger, but your hand seemed to have a mind of its own.

Slowly advancing itself to Barbatos's left bang, your hand gently swiped the turquoise ombre fringe away to reveal his beautiful emerald eyes and his soft cheek.

The time in the world seemed to stop—did Lord Diavolo use his powers again?—as you exchanged glances with Barbatos, the butler slowly flushing from your action.

"...MC...?"

One word that took you back to reality as you snapped your hand back to yourself and profusely apologised for your rude action. You felt the heat from the hot temperature outside—or was it your blood?—slowly rise to your face and you couldn't stand to be in his presence anymore.

You immediately excused yourself and hurried your steps away; to calm down and collect yourself, and to freak out at the same time.

But dear MC, should you wish to know more about Barbatos, you only need to stop walking and face him upfront.

Because Barbatos isn't as mysterious as you portrayed him to be.

If only you'd look back at the consequences of your actions, you'd find Barbatos with a different look in his eyes.

A look of greed and want that he has never shown anyone else before.

I suddenly have this thought while analysing his hair XD

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[hoesoflamentation]

K!nktober: That's an order. | Leviathan x GN!MC | 18+

Prompt: Uniform k!nk

Pairing: Leviathan x GN!MC

Warnings: (sort of mutual) masturbation, uniform k!nk, dom!Levi, heavy degradation (use of "bitch," "slut," "whore"), praise k!nk, fingering, hair pulling, finger sucking, mouth covering, dacryphilia, choking, bruising, slight voyeurism/dubcon (listening to someone without their permission)

A/N: holy hell, fam -- i need to go touch some fucking grass. admiral levi horny hours have hit me HARD and i may never recover. it's a long one. brace yourselves.

Laying on their side, MC shifted uncomfortably in bed, thighs rubbing together as they tried unsuccessfully to ignore their growing arousal -- and the scandalous thoughts that ran through their head.

That evening, MC had gotten home from RAD at the same time that Levi was leaving. Lucifer was busy, so Lord Diavolo had asked Levi to accompany him to a party in his place...

...and because it was a formal occasion, Levi had been wearing his naval uniform.

The brothers had often alluded to Levi's prestigious position in Hell's Navy, which Levi found mortifying. His ears flushed red with embarrassment every time someone brought it up, making him a blushy, stammering mess.

While MC was vaguely aware that Levi had obligations as an officer, he took precautions to avoid them whenever he had to put on his uniform -- so this accidental run-in was the first time MC had seen him in full regalia.

The tailored gray jacket accentuated the lean muscles Levi typically hid beneath his baggy clothes. Several medals decorated his breast, making MC wonder how he had earned them.

Dressed like this, the second-born seemed to stand a little bit straighter. However, any gravitas the uniform gave him disappeared the second he made eye contact with MC.

"M-MC!" Levi stuttered, his cheeks turning red enough to match the piping on his jacket. "You weren't supposed to see me like this!"

Unexpectedly, seeing Levi dressed like this... did something to MC. Freezing in their tracks, they instantly forgot how to use words, their tongue turning to putty in their mouth.

MC barely managed to squeak "bye Levi! Say hi to Diavolo for me!" before scurrying into the safety of the House of Lamentation. Their heart pounded wildly in their chest as they slammed the door and leaned back against it to catch their breath.

Now, laying in bed, MC couldn't help themself from replaying every detail of that moment. They had always thought that Levi was cute, but this was the first time he had made them feel so needy for something more.

Thinking about him kept them awake for what felt like hours, and it was driving them crazy.

The thing was, Levi was the first person they had truly connected with during their time in the Devildom (whatever Mammon said about being their "first," it had always been Levi for them). No matter how they felt about Levi, they couldn't just show up at their best friend's door, begging him to fulfill their fantasy of fucking an officer in uniform...

Yet they also realized that what Levi didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And in their imagination, they were free to let him do whatever he wanted.

So, their hand wandered down their chest, their stomach, to the throbbing space between their legs, teasing their most sensitive spot with their fingertips as they thought about his body on theirs...

Everything on the desk clattered to the floor as Levi reached around them and swept his hand across the tabletop in one fell swoop. The gold buttons on his uniform jacket glimmered in the dim light of the lamp, reflecting MC's desperate expression back to them.

"That's 'sir' to you," Levi barked, shoving MC into the now-empty table. "When you speak to an officer, you'll address him with respect."

Emitting a primal growl, Levi dug his claws into MC's hips, turning them to face away so their back lay flush against his throbbing cock. His arms wound around their waist, his calloused hands wandering up their torso until one found its way around their throat.

Breathlessly, MC managed to choke out the words, "Yes, sir."

They let out a tortured gasp as Levi clenched their neck, hard. Bruises in the shape of his fingertips were already beginning to form beneath his brutal grip.

"Bend over," Levi snarled. "That's an order."

Before MC could obey, Levi's hand was on their back, forcing their chest onto the desktop. They turned their head to one side, whimpering as the demon carelessly yanked a fistful of their hair.

"Mm, I love your pathetic little moans," Levi cooed, unbuckling his belt with his free hand. "You want it so badly, don't you? You fucking slut."

MC could already feel tears dampening their lashes, making their cheeks as wet as the space between their legs. "Please, Le- I mean, sir... I n-need you."

"Use your words, baby," he mocked cruelly. "What part of me do you need?"

"N-need your cock inside of me," they mumbled into the desk, their hips involuntarily grinding against his hardened length through his boxers. "W-wanna be your cumslut."

"That's my good little whore-" Levi bent to lay a series of affectionate kisses on their neck, sending shivers down their spine. "-showing your master the respect he deserves."

A high-pitched whine slipped from MC's lips as Levi roughly yanked their bottoms down.

"Suck," he ordered, reaching around to hook two fingers into their mouth.

Obediently, MC wrapped their lips around them, slobbering over them with their tongue to prep them for entry. But before drawing his fingers from their mouth, Levi first shoved them deeper into their throat, pushing past their tonsils until he felt the protest of their gag reflex.

The tears they had been trying to hold in immediately streamed down their cheeks. MC couldn't help but moan as they choked around his hand. Combined with the sight of them crying desperately, the noise made Levi smirk in satisfaction.

"That's it, baby," he praised, reaching around to slip his two lubed fingers into their hole. "You're doing so well."

They let out a tortured sob, bracing themself by gripping the edge of the desk as Levi pumped in and out.

"Aw, look how badly you want me," Levi teased mercilessly. "You're so desperate. I'm not even inside you yet."

Though his movements were aggressive, he still managed to glide his fingertips across every sensitive spot in their hole with each thrust of his hand.

Already, MC could feel the heat gathering in their core -- and Levi could tell.

"Mm, you're such a little whore. You just can't help yourself around me, can you?"

MC shrieked in surprise as Levi began to fuck them faster and harder with his fingers. He yanked them closer by their hair, eventually releasing his grip on it so he could cover their mouth with his hand.

"Shut up and cum for me, bitch," Levi growled. "Let's see how well you can keep quiet."

The feeling of being completely under his control, physically and emotionally, sent another gush of arousal straight to their pleasure spot. Something about fucking him in his uniform, and hearing him treat them with such irreverence, made them feral with lust.

They barely managed to whimper, "Y-yes, sir," as their walls clenched around Levi's fingers, his pace unrelenting even as it started to make them feel painfully sensitive.

"Fuck, Levi! You make me feel so good."

MC's thighs shook as they milked an intense orgasm from between their legs, writhing beneath their sheets. The fantasy was so vivid, so realistic, that they could practically feel Levi's hand covering their mouth, his breath warm and inviting against the nape of their neck.

But as the wave of pleasure dwindled, MC's cheeks grew instantly hot as they realized they had cried Levi's name aloud. Panicking, they yanked their pajama pants back on and dashed to the door, peering carefully into the hallway through a small crack.

They sighed in relief as they recognized that all the lights were off in the hallway, meaning the demon brothers were probably fast asleep (with the exception of Lucifer, who rarely slept -- but whose office was far enough from MC's room that he likely hadn't heard them, either).

With their little problem taken care of, MC was finally able to relax. They collapsed into bed and turned off the lamp on their nightstand, ready to drift into a peaceful sleep, when they were startled by a deep groan from beyond the wall:

"Yes, MC! That's it. Cum for me, baby..."

In the room next door, Levi had heard everything -- and when he realized they were fantasizing about him, he simply couldn't stop himself from stroking himself off to the sound of MC's pathetic cries.

Spurts of his seed streamed onto his bare stomach as his cheeks burned with embarrassment at the realization that he had said their name aloud.

Levi was absolutely mortified at the fact he was doing this at all, let alone the idea that his best friend might have heard him moaning their name...

Until he heard MC knock on his door, ready to make their shared fantasy into a reality.

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[paradisoperdita]

When Asmodeus Knew He Loved You

A/N: Here's part 5 of the series. The events of the previous 4 have been fairly separate from the game. Whereas this one is very heavily drawn from chapters 7 and 8. Hopefully seeing it from Asmo's perspective should make it feel different enough. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: None

MC/Reader is gender neutral. You/They pronouns used

When He Knew He Loved You Masterlist

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Asmodeus stood dumbstruck as he absorbed what you had just said to him.

“I must be mistaken, my dear, but it sounded like you just said ‘no’ when I asked you to help me pack my things” His voice was light and hollow, spoken through smiling lips and narrowed eyes.

“Uh, I did.” You finally managed to free your hand from his grasp. “I tried explaining it to you, but you weren’t listening to me. I’m sorry, but I really do need to go. I promised Levi I’d meet him in 5 minutes.” You tried to make your escape as quickly and politely as you could muster. You were acutely aware of Asmodeus scrutinising your figure as you descended the stairs.

He could hardly believe your insolence. You would choose Levi’s company over his? Not that he wanted you specifically, but he needed more opportunities to finally expose your heart’s desire.

A melody slipped from his lips as he sauntered back to his bedroom. He affectionately called the tune your canary song, which seemed to please you. He glided over to his vanity and took a moment to revel in his reflection. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He brushed his fingertips along his jawline and contours of his face, gently erasing the traces of smeared lipstick that he must have missed before he snuck in last night. It would be a tragedy not to indulge his admirers in their hedonistic pursuits. Although, these meetings will always need to be strictly on his terms.

He abhorred being told what to do.

Last night, he allowed himself to address some more...physical needs. After all, he would struggle to satisfy them during his three-day stay at Lord Diavolo’s castle. Lucifer’s thundering voice rung in his ears, the growl he only uses when he demands obedience.

He was going to hate this.

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Ever since you failed to be ensnared by him, Asmodeus has been monitoring you carefully. Humans are beings driven by lust. At every opportunity, he would lure you into his room to lead you into temptation. His words were laced with saccharine venom as he dangled promises of eternal beauty, immense wealth, and carnal pleasures just within your grasp. He plucked at your heart strings to hear which note rang out loudest. After all, experience has taught him that you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. You weren’t moved by his attempts to beguile you. It was...unnerving.

The last time he encountered a human that seemed this compassionate, he had been fooled. He still has the pact to prove it.

Now he had the pleasure of sharing a room with you and Simeon. He could sense that you longed for Lucifer’s respect; its intoxicating scent lingered wherever you went. Yet, this wish seemed separate from you. Your true desire was suffocated by this singular goal. It seemed as if this was something you were told to want.

Maybe you really weren’t like the other humans he’d met?

No, he couldn’t allow himself to believe that. It didn’t stop you from trying to pass Asmo’s trial. Sure, a photo of Lucifer’s sleeping face would be a priceless treasure, but it was a deliberately impossible task. It would be better for everyone if you destroyed yourself in the process. Your failure would mean that he wouldn’t have to submit to you like his brothers before him.

There would be one less person to take orders from.

The door closed silently as you snuck out when you thought the others were asleep. As Asmo lay in bed, he remembered how you had trembled as you fumbled for the door handle. A lone lamb voluntarily stealing into the lion’s den. He should feel sorry for you.

His heart sank a little as he thought how devastated his brothers would be if the inevitable happened to you. His brothers hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to lose someone precious. Ugh, this was becoming too complicated. It wasn’t as though he hated you, per se, rather you brought out his inherent ugliness.

You reflected his insecurities back at him.

He pulled the covers up to his chin. Regret seeped into his brain and poisoned his thoughts. A thousand deviant hands groped the core of his being. They tore imperfections from their hiding places, flaws he had repressed, and the pain caused by his destructive lust. He refused to cry. Someone as beautiful and perfect as him has no need to cry.

“...hear my plea...!”

Your voice was calling to him. You were... summoning him? This power reeked of Solomon, yet there was something different about how you wielded it.

“Asmodeus please! I need you!”

You were reaching out to him. This wasn’t a lasso that yoked him to your command. Your magic didn’t forcibly pluck him from his bedsheets to drop him by your side. No, you gave Asmo a choice.

He chose to save you.

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It took a moment for his eyes to readjust to the darkness of the labyrinth. A serpentine silhouette loomed over you. A deafening hiss reverberated off the walls and down the draughty corridor. Behind you cowered Mammon, Levi and Beel. Why were you trying to protect three of the most powerful demons? You were only human.

Then it hit him.

Burning in your soul was an uncontrollable desire that threatened to consume you completely: the desire to protect the demons precious to you. It blinded you against all sense of self-preservation. With you at its centre, the air was electrically charged as you willed the creature to back down. For the first time since he’d met you, he could finally see your true colours. It was mesmerising.

Your sheer force of will filled him top-full with an unstoppable power that was completely alien to him. When Solomon used him, the effect was restrained and measured. Yet you were so different. There were no limits. You had opened yourself to him completely. Your magic was weaker than Solomon’s and you were less experienced in controlling demons too. So how could you bring this power out of him?

You turned to face Asmo. Relief exuded from your every feature. Tears pricked at your eyes.

“You look like you’re in a bit of trouble, darling.” Asmo said coquettishly as he approached you.

“This is hardly the time to play games!” Levi screeched. “Do something!!”

You met his gaze. Amongst these terrifying hellish creatures, you had never looked more vulnerable. In spite of everything that had happened that night, what you said next shocked him most of all.

“We need your help..! Could you charm the snake for us please?”

Please? Could? Your life was on the line and you were trying to consider his feelings? Once again, you had left him speechless.

You had put your life completely in the palm of his hands. Even when you stared death in the face, you refused to take his power for yourself. Even now he gave him a choice.

You had no desire to control him.

Emboldened by your secure presence, Asmo’s tantalising allure effortlessly subdued the angered serpent. As he reached to stroke the placated Henry, he saw how violently his hands were shaking. The tears that had threatened to fall rolled surreptitiously down his cheeks. You broke through every mask he had used to protect himself and proven yourself to be unerringly candid. It was as though you knew exactly what he needed to hear.

You gave him strength he never knew he needed.

The strength to let people truly know him. The strength to trust in the kindness of others. These were the gifts you gave to him that night.

He would always love himself first and foremost. However, he wanted to love the Asmodeus he saw reflected in your eyes most of all.

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[astaroth1357]

More undateables with a demigod hades mc???

By request, have yourself a part two!! 

Demigod MC Series: Hades Pt. 2 (Un)Dateables Edition!

I will ask that y’all please don't ask for continuations of other gods unless I say it’s okay to do again. This series already fills my inbox something fierce and this is a one-off that I allowed for during the request window.  If I have to make ideas for new gods while continuing a bunch of old MCs, it'll burn me out fast...

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2

Diavolo

Oh, he has no problem at all hosting a child of the Underworld, hell he even throws them a welcome banquet when he finds out! Hades is a dear friend - and practically a parental figure to him growing up - so he's more than happy to take in one of his children for a year.

Diavolo is actually one of the few people that the MC can talk to about their home with any kind of fondness. Usually when they bring up things like the comforting wailing of the River Coctyus, the brothers will give them weird looks... but Diavolo knows where they're coming from!

He spent numerous summers in the Underworld growing up doing things like pestering Charon on the River Styx or playing games with Cerberus (the other one) in the Asphodel Meadows... His beach house is actually modeled after his childhood summer home in the Isles of Paradise! Really, it can be a lovely place if the gloom doesn't bother you!

So in the spirit of his fond memories, Diavolo really tried to make their time in the Devildom a fun one!... in his maybe trying a little too hard way…  

Poor MC found themselves offered pretty much everything under the moon… Tickets or exclusive passes to different cultural events/festivals, invitations to gala events, and tours of nearly every inch of Hell by the Prince himself - it was�� it was a lot for the poor introverted thing…

It didn’t help that Diavolo would have a hard time gauging if they were having any fun due to their naturally melancholic nature, which only pushed him to try harder… He means well, he does. He’s just not the most in touch with what would make an anti-social doom child happy...

It took Barbatos and Lucifer stepping in for the mortal to actually start getting some much needed space and that improved their experience significantly. Sometimes less is more, Dia… Less is more. But they appreciate his efforts anyway.

Barbatos 

Also has a pretty amicable relationship with the Ruler of the Underworld, though his is much more professional compared to Diavolo’s. He actually has a good deal of appreciation for the man for taking good care of the Prince during his visits, so he sees this as an opportunity to return the favor.

Like Diavolo, he’s rather focused on making sure the MC is having a good stay in the Devildom, but he’s much more subtle about it. He’ll come by the House often to check up on them and make sure everything is to their liking... 

Even the brothers notice that he treats them like anothering visiting Lord/Lady in that way, which he would argue they very much are and should be respected as one. It’s the least the Devildom can offer their father at this point.

His visits may also be an excuse for keeping an eye on the brothers to make sure they don’t do anything to inconvenience their “young guest…” To be honest, the entire House is a little paranoid about that… Nobody wants to know the punishment for hurting MC if Barbs is the one dishing it out...

Apart from watching out for them, Barbatos tries to encourage the MC to accept the Young Lord’s gifts (while also actively advising Diavolo to go easier on them at the same time). It would be so disheartening to him if his Prince feels like he hasn’t offered them the best experience that he could… He’s sure they understand.

Any time that he invites the MC to tea, they usually end up talking about their father in some way. Barbs knows a surprising amount about the god… He’s been around about as long as Chronos - preceding the birth of Aether and Chaos themselves - so he has some stories to tell.

The MC did once ask him why he doesn’t just run everything if he’s really been around for so long... his answer was: “Kings and their kingdoms will rise and fall… Worlds upon worlds are born, then cease to be. But time is what brings about all changes… So, I think I’m perfectly content with the power I possess. Wouldn’t you be?” 

Annnd they never asked Barbs another question like that again… and people think death is scary… 

Simeon 

He was honestly a little worried for their new companion for quite a while… It’s not like there’s never any sadness in the Celestial Realm or anything, but they seem to have something else entirely…

He’s heard stories about the Underworld. He’s never been himself, that’s usually a job for the Seraphim due to the… dreary nature of the place - but he’s heard it would make the Devildom look downright festive…

If he were being honest, he had half expected the MC to be obsessed with skeletons, ghosts, and other elements of darkness but that wasn’t the case. They certainly knew a lot about those things, but they appeared to have a healthy interest in the afterlife in general, so they asked him a lot of questions about the Celestial Realm, angels, and how the souls of the blessed are treated up there… It was surprising to say the least.

Of course he did the same and, frankly, Simeon found it incredibly wasteful that so many Greek followers find themselves just wasting away in a field of nothing for so long… but that’s neither here nor there.

He was also surprised by how gentle of an influence the MC ended up being on Luke as well. He had always suspected that the little angel just needed a bridge between him and Devildom to start finding appreciation for it, and the MC fit that bill perfectly - nothing he was used to, but still approachable enough to make everything less frightening. He thanks them a great deal for that… but...

It’s just that… Well they’re just so… depressing sometimes…! He doesn’t want to blame them because it hardly seems like their fault! They’re a very kind person, it’s just an atmosphere around them… It brings him to tears if he isn’t careful…

He’s invited the MC to Purgatory Hall on multiple occasions to chat and try to make them smile… When they do, the gloom is dispelled - even just a little - and they’re a truly beautiful creature regardless. It’s just so unfortunate that their life brings so much sadness...

Even so, he actually likes the MC enough to consider basing a character on them if he ever wrote another book. Something about a gloomy but sweet protagonist at home in a world of darkness sounds appealing… doesn’t it?

Luke

He didn’t know how to feel about the MC when they met. At first, he actually thought they were just as unhappy as he was to be there due to how depressed they looked but when they told him that wasn't true, he was really confused...

The Devildom is a dark, brutish, and dangerous place. Why would anyone feel at home down here??

But… well… He would spend time with them at RAD between breaks (partially to help scare off their many, many demonic suitors) and it might be weird to say, but they really made the Devildom look beautiful… literally.

The world just looks better when they’re around! It’s really hard to describe because it’s not something you notice much until they leave, but when the MC is around everything looks more vibrant and inviting! The grass gets greener, flowers grow bigger, and butterflies/birds hover around wherever they are like they have their own gravity - the realm loves them!

It started getting hard for Luke to hang onto his disdain for the place when they made it look so appealing… And then they started talking to him about the Underworld and the creatures they’d befriended there… creatures a lot worse than any demons he’d seen there...

Like. If the MC can be good friends with a bunch of rude walking corpses, then he could probably make friends with a demon right? There’s nice ones… kind of… 

Beel. He can make friends with Beel.

Like Simeon, he does feel bad that they seem so sad all the time… but unlike the older angel, he’s a bit more understanding that this is just how they are and enjoys his time with them regardless. (It helps a lot that just being around this little bean of a boy can lift their spirits anyway).

And you know what’s even better for him? When Lord Diavolo gives the MC tickets to things that they don’t want to go to, sometimes they’ll invite him along or give them to him instead! 

He’s gone to the Devil’s Coast with MC and Simeon sooo many times by now and he loves it!! Maybe the Devildom isn’t so bad after all, I mean, it can be a lot of fun when you go to the right places, anyway.

Solomon

Oh, he finds them both deeply fascinating and utterly terrifying - so just his sort of test sub-er, person!

He kids (somewhat), Solomon isn’t that dumb/lacking in self-preservation instinct. Experimenting on a child of death in a land of the dead (even if it’s not their “home turf”) would be asking for trouble. They’d have more than enough ammunition to fight him off and if their father found out? Immortality wouldn’t even begin to save him...

That being said, questions aren’t necessarily experiments… and oh boy, does he have a lot of them.

If the MC isn’t being pestered by Diavolo or the brothers, then they’re probably having to put up with Solomon nipping at their heels trying to get them to use their powers or answer all sorts of “innocent” scientific questions…

“MC, reanimation of Greek dead requires a blood offering, correct? Do you have to sacrifice animals for that process or do you allow them to feast on your own?”

“MC, when you’re controlling a skeleton do you move the body as a whole or do you have to animate each individual bone due to their lack of ligaments?”

“Think fast!! Oh look, you just caught the skull of my good friend, Richard! Could you bring him back from that, or should I fetch the rest of him?” 🙂

They put up with it because, believe it or not, he’s not nearly the weirdest person they’ve ever met (a lot of crazy people drift in and out of the land of the dead…) and well… they’re a pretty lonely person too so it’s not like they have a lot of standards when it comes to friendships anyway.

But the second they breathe a word of this to Barbs or Diavolo, this boy is on his way to a royal restraining order… Where does he even get those skulls…?

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[elsecrytt]

Part 2 of that last Sandwich Sunday request - Lucifer/MC/Barbatos~

Okay SO

Lucifer and Barbatos seem to have a bit of a rapport built up around "Can you believe our impossible boss who we both deeply respect and appreciate".

Barbatos is always agreeing with Diavolo when he praises Lucifer, and the two definitely appreciate one another's work. They're both perfectionists who have to do everything extremely well.

They're definitely happy to spend time with you all together - Barbatos's natural state is fetching (and making) tea and snacks for those who have earned his appreciation.

"Perhaps something a bit more conducive to your health, my lord? Or towards regular sleep?"

"Barbatos, you're well aware of the deadline on - "

"Yes," Barbatos dares interrupt, "And because I am aware I can say with certainty, it can wait.

Barbatos becomes your conspirator in Lucifer Sleep Schedule enforcement, and his fate is sealed; how can he resist both his colleague's logic and the love of his life?

And Lucifer is just enough of a hypocrite, and Diavolo devotee, to encourage Barbatos to take some time off, too.

Diavolo would be oh so happy to see them taking time off and relaxing. Sometimes he wonders if he's a bad boss, making them work so hard all the time.

(Diavolo uses Pleading Face. It's super effective!)

After all, it's such a wonderful thing that the two of them have expanded their social circles. What kind of tyrant would deprive them of time with the person they care for? And deprive the person they care for of their loved ones?

(You pointedly ignore the way the Crown Prince of the Devildom winks at you while he mentions this)

Lucifer will take you out on more traditional romantic dates with just you and him, but when going on outings, doing activities.

Say, to a concert, visiting an installation centered on one of your interests (a bakery, symphony, or whatever it is that you like), perhaps even to a theater or something - they're happy to both go with you.

Barbatos is polite and unobtrusive; he can always read the room well and excels at making people comfortable. This goes along very well with Lucifer and the atmosphere he prefers. They'd probably have a pretty good time together!

And tbh I think when their respective oddities come up - Barbatos often taking everything too seriously, Lucifer being a secret sap with a hint of tsuntsun and a taste for snark - I think they'd play off one another in very entertaining ways without getting aggressive.

There's a good balance between them as well. Lucifer can enjoy a night in or out, while Barbatos prefers to serve and spend time together more intimately, focused on private interactions.

Either of them will gracefully accept if it you'd rather spend time with the other, and they're not (always) averse to joining in on a date, as long as they each get enough private time with you one on one.

As for more... intimate bits.

(nsfw, reader is penetrated just a littol but it's gender neutral)

Now, Lucifer is the type to be very forward and open about his desires when he has them. But he doesn't show vulnerability to just anyone, not even his own brothers or Diavolo, let alone Barbatos.

So Lucifer might be down, but he's considerably more withdrawn, or putting up a front, when Barbatos is present.

He won't invite Barbatos in especially but if you're all together at the time, or Barbatos was headed over, he won't necessarily turn the butler away, either.

It's probably a delightful experience, but kinda... a purely carnal one. The two of them focus on pleasing you above all else, making it enjoyable for you; each one prefers to save the more emotionally intimate and tender moments for when he has you to himself.

That's not to say they don't make it an absolutely delicious experience.

If Barbatos is pleasing you, Lucifer is quite comfortable sitting across from you, giving you a show, jerking himself to the sight of the butler's skillful edging.

(Lucifer doesn't undress himself for just anyone, not even Barbatos, but he might go shirtless every now and then, to add some spice)

Lucifer's more than happy to pin you against Barbatos, too, from whichever side you want, and fuck you into the other demon until you're leaving scratches on someone's back, while Barbatos works his magic on you from the other end.

He's not averse to pinning one of your legs open while Barbatos gets the other, working with - and against - the other demon to suck and lick at your arousal while they both get to feel you squirm.

Barbatos naturally gravitates towards service in bed, and will usually be focused on pleasing you, while Lucifer will balance the two, favoring things that please the both of you at once.

However, Barbatos does also does have one particular kink: watching you use your pacts. How fortunate that you have a pact with one of the demons in this relationship~

You'll have to be the one to suggest it, probably. Lucifer's very unlikely to bring it up on his own but he is very into the idea of you commanding him around in the bedroom.

After a bit of back and forth, the idea of you commanding him with the pact might come up... and perhaps...

After a few delicious sessions with you in the privacy of his room, where he's open enough to explore things he'd normally consider beneath him.

Under normal circumstances Lucifer would keep anything like this 100% between you and him.

He's not ashamed of it, but it's private, and he's not interested in sharing himself in this state with anyone besides you.

However, for the purposes of porn... and also with the less solid justification that Barbatos would be the last person do look down on someone taking pride in submissiveness and obedience, I feel like he might be willing to do certain things with Barbatos present.

Now Lucifer is unbelievably hot and exceptionally powerful so seeing him needy and tearful, or desperate and roughed up, or breathless and bound would get anyone turned on. But Barbatos's focus is mostly on you.

Watching you bring one of the mightiest demons in the world to his knees, having Lucifer call you master, like a good little demon, on collar and leash like the perfect pet he is -

Watching Lucifer sink into the role with what can only be pride at his unfaltering obedience.

He drops to his knees at your very presence, darts between your legs as soon as you open them, presents himself with just a look from you, cock so red and swollen his need must be unbearable.

Barbatos watches you take command, yank him around, snap your fingers and send Lucifer sucking without hesitation on anything you're willing to give him.

Even in submission, the Morningstar is perfect. And your mastery of him, even more so.

Everything you say seems to get both of them harder, aching and leaking. Lucifer can't, won't, doesn't want to resist, and he races himself to stop - from cumming, from touching you, tasting you, whatever your orders deny - before the pact can halt him in place.

You know Lucifer will obey your every word, even with his face as stoic as ever, and Barbatos marvels at the audacity of your every command... and how dutifully they are followed.

He'd touch himself to the sight, if he had permission - ah, but he's gotten ahead of himself.

They're both demons of great patience, willing to wait and work and slave away for an eternity, for the delicious release they know you can provide.

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[yandere-sins]

Charred

Horrortober Day 7: Shock “You look like a deer caught in the headlights.”

Ah yes. Angels. Complicated beings, I love them. Randomizer sure gave me an interesting combination for this day, but I am not complaining :D Also, if you are one of the people leaving a comment on my posts, please just know you are everything. I love you ♥ Even if they are in the tags, I am so happy to read your thoughts and feelings, it really helps so much to stay positive and motivated! ;;

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Corrupted Angel, Mild violent outburst Characters: Simeon x Reader

Angels aren't human.

How could you have forgotten?

Running through this godforsaken hallway, you were constantly blinded by lights. Little remnants of Simeon's power, one you didn't know he had. "I should have known better," you thought as you shielded your eyes from another flash caused by an orb to your left. If only the holy magic Simeon was able to use wasn't that harmful to your vision. If only he wouldn't use it on you. If only you never let it come this far.

But how could you have known? You thought you two were friends and like-minded people when you got closer to Simeon as you two attended RAD as exchange students. You weren't that kind of sinner; you never gave yourself hope there could be anything beyond friendship. And you weren't looking for it either. But to dismiss his exalted status as well, that one was on you. Of course he could use magic that was dangerous to you, especially with how little Simeon could understand human emotions.

Sure, he could crack a smile at a joke, show sadness, and give comfort, but he only did what he learned to do, feigning his sympathy. He didn't mean to hurt anyone with it, but it just wasn't in him to feel as humans do, or else it was threatening to defile them. Angels aren't human, they couldn't feel emotions like you did, and when they did, well, this is what happened.

Simeon was a mess. He was beside himself, trying to figure out what was wrenching his body. Ironically, it had been Lucifer who warned you about this. He kept himself brief when talking about angels and corruption, not wanting to open his own wounds. But he still made a point to tell you that it was overwhelming and maddening to have lived for centuries and only then regaining an emotional conscience. It war pain. Suffering. A change that would take months and years to overcome.

And it was all the scarier how quiet it made Simeon.

He didn't tell you what was happening, and you didn't notice it, busy with your duties and the brothers. You should have seen it! You blamed yourself for not being more careful as his friend, but it was already too late. When he started to demand more of your time and attention, glaring at the others for taking up his space by your side, it should have rung some alarm bells. It was almost painfully obvious that him getting more touchy when you were together and antsy when you pulled away was a warning of what was to come. Maybe you chose to ignore it. Perhaps you thought your friendship could survive him being irrational and angry, snapping at you and others at times.

But by the time Simeon became what he wasn't supposed to be, he had already kidnapped you somewhere strange and magical, just as twisted and scary as he was now. It was like an endless dark, ancient castle. Rooms with high ceilings and tall windows looking into the nothingness around the building. The insides were decorated, but the colors everywhere were constantly shifting, nauseatingly so. Sometimes white, sometimes grey. Gold accents, then copper. The temperature was hot when you were awake and cold when you slept. You knew it was magical and tied to Simeon, but that made it all the more uncomfortable and scary. You didn't want to experience this. You never asked for it! Part of you knew what was going on, and it made the realization worse.

There had been moments of clarity in his eyes when you pleaded with him to get a grip, but they fogged over with emotions an angel shouldn't have. When you tried to reason with him, he got jealous over the argument that others would come looking at you. "You're mine!" he screamed, and then his eyes cleared as he regretted his words, leaving you alone abruptly before you could say another word. He was ashamed and scared, you had seen it in his expression, but he still came back as if nothing happened.

On the surface, he was still the Simeon you knew. The one you loved. But he was so quickly offended and angered by now that you only grew more worried every day. Suddenly he started locking your room or would sit and watch you sleep, and you were scared of this angel that wasn't an angel anymore.

So… you ran.

At the first opportunity, you ran. The hallway seemed endless, and you didn't know where you were going. Flashes went off every few steps, and you ran into a few amenities blindly. Even if it was pure madness and wouldn't help either of you, you couldn't do this. The longer you stayed, the worse Simeon got. You needed to find help for him—and for you. That was the only way. The others would know what to do! They could do something for Simeon that you weren't able to, give him stability and support him in these hard times. You were just a human and didn't know if Simeon could remain an angel after all that happened, but if he could, that's what you wished for him from the bottom of your heart. You never intended any of this to happen, and secretly, you didn't want to be the reason for it.

"AH!" with a loud shriek, you were caught by a slice of light right in front of you. It was like a slit opening up, but even brighter than the orbs that had exploded before that. You could recognize magic when you saw it by now. Simeon's magic. Flashy, dazzling, unbefitting of the tumult he was going through. Simeon was far stronger than you expected him to be, but you realized now that you took his calm and sweet demeanor for weakness, when really, it was mercy.

Tumbling backwards, you landed on your side, your arm throbbing as you slowly tried to get up again. It should have shocked you more to see the person slowly stepping out of the light, but you could barely see anyway, only recognizing the voice as he spoke up. "My, you look like a deer caught in the headlights."

Finally, the light shining at you terrifyingly bright vanished, leaving only you two behind in the warped hallway. It took you a few blinks to recover from it, tiny sparks flying through your vision when you looked up at Simeon. Other than the dark corridor, Simeon was wearing his pristine, white clothes. Pure and amiable. Nothing like the inner tumult he was battling, and still, he looked nothing like the Simeon you knew. The kind Simeon. The one you loved.

You feared he was already gone.

Around you, the colors of the castle shifted to nightmarish black while accents turned into a deep red, all while you and Simeon never broke eye contact. He was walking towards you, hand on his chest and smiling in greeting. You once loved his reassuring smiles, the encouraging message they delivered. But this one was menacing and cold, as was his voice when he spoke up again.

"Where are you going?" he asked curtly, right to the point. Biting your lip, you only looked away. You wanted to argue, but good could come out of that? When you cracked your room's lock, you thought it would take him longer to find out. Long enough for you to form a plan, but it only now crossed your minds that the lights you encountered could have been like security cameras for Simeon to check in the case you ever did break out.

"There is no leaving this place, my dove. You know this. Why are you testing me."

"Why are you keeping me here?" you asked the same question he ignored so many times. Though this time, he indeed had something to say to it.

"It's dangerous out there. Demons will get to you, blemish your skin with their marks and rob you of your life. Aren't you worried at all?"

"I'd like to see for myself what I can do out there," you retorted firmly. "I think you're losing it, Simeon. You are nothing like you were when we were students."

Confronting him may not have been the best idea as his once so kind eyes turned moody, smile turning into a frown as you mentioned the past. "No, I am better. I can protect you now. I take care of you. You owe me more respect if you think I've gone mad. The only thing making me mad is you!"

Gulping, you looked at him. He was prideful now too. It was painful for you.

Simeon was slipping further and further. Every passing second was destroying him.

"Simeon, please," you whispered, pleading with him from the bottom of your heart. "I want to help you! B-But I don't know how! I need help to help you, I need to get out!"

"You're not going anywhere," he decided, cutting his hand through the air in a gesture signaling finality to his word. Kneeling down before you, he pulled you roughly into his chest, pressing your head against him. If there was any good that came out of the change, perhaps it was how open he was now to touches. You longed for this, for something longer than just a hug when you two met. But your heart was throbbing out of devastation now, rather than jumping from joy.

"Please get help," you pleaded, gripping his clothes. "I won't leave you, but please ask the brothers or Lord Diavolo for help, Simeon!"

"Never say their names again," he hissed at you, an unfamiliar hostility in his voice that brought you to tears. But Simeon held you as you cried into his chest. His comfort wasn't helpful, but what else did you have to cling to? If not for him, you would be alone and abandoned in this realm, and you had to painfully admit that he was indeed taking care of you. Good care. In his own, twisted way.

While you were still crying, Simeon carried you back to your room, laid you in your bed, and tugged you in. He did so with a frown deeply lodged on his beautiful face, the wrinkles so unfitting for an angel. But a small hope remained inside of you that you crying would make him see reason. Instead, he sat by your bedside as you two stared at each other, eventually muttering that he was going to get you some food before leaning down and kissing your forehead. You hated this affection. Actually, you hated that it was under these circumstances.

When Simeon got up, he left you without another look back over his shoulders, and you sniffled, the tears never drying out as you looked after him. So cold, so… lonely. He was in pain too, he must have been. If only there was a way to reverse it. To make him see reason and to calm his aching. You wished you could have helped him, at least a little bit. As a human, was there nothing you could do? Maybe just take some of the sins he was living through! As normal as they were for you, they were killing him from the inside.

The intense light from before flashed up as he opened the door to your room, blinding and stinging in your eyes. Still, you were already crying, and it was hard to avoid your gaze from Simeon even now. It was the first time you noticed his wings, usually concealed by magic, but as he used them, they came into plain view. You had believed until the last second that maybe there was a way to help him. To save him from this. But you were a little wiser as you looked at the feathers sprouting from his back. His beautiful, large wings. 

Charred-black.

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[one-master-to-rule-us-all]

Hello, could you write the follow up with the fallen!Simeon please? Like how others and Mc help him with his pain and how Simeon comes to accept himself as a demon?

(You got it! This took 2 hours and a half to write was not expecting that)

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: A BIT OF A SPOILER IN LEVI'S PART! Body image issues (Mammon and Asmo's part)

Brothers And Side Characters Taking Care Of Simeon After His Fall

Simeon was found lying on the ground in pretty much the middle of nowhere. He was brought back to the House of Lamentation to rest. Michael has already made his retreat back to the Celestial Realm after ages of being convinced to let it go. When he awakes in the attic the brothers are left to take care of him.

Lucifer

The first one Simeon sees when he wakes up. He checks on how his pain is and the conversation ends up being about both of their guilt, mainly Simeon's though. He's there to reassure no one blames him and that everyone's alright. Checks on his pain and mental state daily and lets him talk about anything he needs to. Probably won't admit it but he does feel a bit of nostalgia from their conversations. Wonders what it'd be like if they were brothers once again.

Mammon

Keeps him company for the most part. Talks about whatever comes to mind. Latest schemes, something his brothers did ages ago, how one of subjects at RAD makes no sense. Simeon's bedridden for a bit so he keeps him up to date on things. The conversations usually get a bit more serious. Mostly issues about his new form. New appendages reminding him everyday about how this is all real and he really isn't an angel anymore. The guilt makes him feel disgusted with himself and body. Mammon tries to hype him up with his own demon form. He looks cool and so does Simeon! It isn't much but it does cheer him up. And sometimes they talk about you. Mammon's not sure what to think about the fact Simeon also has feelings for you. But even with his greed he considers maybe he'd be okay with you being with the ex angel... Maybe. As long as everyone's happy he can manage...

Leviathan

Also there for help with distractions. Doesn't come up too often but Simeon let's him ramble on about something and watches him play games on his hand held devices. Wonders about the future of TSL. Will it be abandoned? Is Simeon even going to continue writing at all? Their conversations don't get too serious but Levi can tell when he's internally beating himself up. So occasionally he'll tell him how good he'd be at this game when he can move enough to play it or how nice his company is. The two will probably grow fairly close. He wonders if him, Solomon, Simeon, and you could hang out together. Maybe Mammon too...

Satan

Takes note on his physical state and how to reduce the pain. Maybe even find a potion that could help. He doesn't have a lot of experience with the pain of loosing your grace, he's born from wrath and was never an angel. So this all feels a bit odd to him but he's always had respect for Simeon and still does. So he'll do what he can to help. When he's able to move Satan lends him some of his books. And on some very few occasions reads to him before that. On the agreement he doesn't tell anyone though...

Asmodeus

Has some creams and lotion left over that helped him and his brothers after the fall. Starts doing his self care sessions with Simeon while talking about the latest gossip. He may be bedridden for a while but he can still keep his spark! And whenever he feels down about his new form Asmo tells him he doesn't need to be an angel to be beautiful. Asmo was the jewel of the Celestial Realm but now he's the most beautiful being the Devildom has! He also assists Simeon with hygiene. Sure, he has to start with grabbing a soapy rag and just wiping him down a bit but after some time he's able to help Simeon walk to the bathroom (always waits outside so he has privacy of course). Eventually he'll be able to walk on his own but Asmo's happy to help for the meantime.

Beelzebub

The one who helps him with eating. He knows he's probably nauseous with the pain so he keeps the food light for now. Crackers and soup are what most of his meals are. Simeon doesn't complain much though. Beel also hangs around while he eats and a bit after that. It's mostly comfortable silence. When he's able to eat heavier food Beel gets pretty happy. He cares about Simeon and he's happy when people he cares about are able to eat what they like. Beel's also good comfort if Simeon wants to talk about any troubles he has. Overall Beel's good company and good at taking care of others.

Belphegor

He doesn't come up to see Simeon extremely often. Not when he's awake. Whenever Simeon's asleep and Belphie's awake he makes sure he's having good dreams through his powers. And when the two hang out when they're both awake chances are they're watching a movie or messing with a star projectector. The two aren't the closest and Belphegor's company is mostly silent but neither of them mind. A lot of the time Beel brings food Belphegor's following (usually making sure Beel doesn't eat it). Normally passes out after not that long but Simeon doesn't mind.

Diavolo

Starts holding meetings with Lucifer at the House of Lamentation so he can visit Simeon while he's there. Usually assures him he'll deal with the exchange program and that he may stay in the Devildom. But he also helps with whatever he can while he's there. When he can eat sweets without getting sick he'll bring some stuff Barbatos made. Slightly worried Michael will do something but for now he's focused on Simeon's well being and managing the exchange program

Barbatos

Can't visit often since he has to do his job and has more paperwork to help Lord Diavolo sort out. But after a bit Simeon texts him and since then Barbatos checks on him through messages. Bakes him some sweets upon hearing he can keep down food better. He's checked the future and it seems pretty good so he's not the most concerned. Does look forward to seeing Simeon in person once he's fully recovered though

Solomon

He hides his worry. But he does wonder what's to come. Michael is likely to come back. Luke probably won't be able to see Simeon again after the program is over. He just hopes it won't get violent again. It's been a while since he was worried about someone so much. All thrill and no stress is usually how he lived but he's grown to enjoy Simeon's company and considers him a friend. He watches over Luke for now and brings him with while visiting. He sticks to buying gifts since the brothers refuse to let him bring any food he made. He also wonders about you. What will become of your relationship with Simeon? He's curious...

Luke

Conflicted. Simeon's a demon now. Demons are bad. But Simeon still acts the same? So maybe Simeon isn't bad. He hopes so. He doesn't want to hate him. But he can't come back to the Celestial Realm. Will he never see Simeon again after he has to leave? Solomon gives them space for a bit when they visit. Luke lays next to Simeon and they talk about the complicated thoughts Luke has. Sometimes it ends with Luke passing out after an hour of sobbing into Simeon's chest. Solomon walks back in not long after. Luke will bake Simeon sweets too. He'll figure out how to send them from the Celestial Realm too. He still cares. He doesn't want Simeon to forget about him when the programs over.

(Bonus)

MC

Lucifer notified you that Simeon was awake a couple hours after he was bought to the House of Lamentation. You made your way up to the attic right away and Simeon locked eyes with you. He called your name and you sat down on the bed. When you ask him if he's alright he nods, now looking away from you. Eventually you talk about your relationship now that he has literally fallen for you. He's alright if you don't return his feelings. As long as you're safe he'll be okay. But if you do he'll weakly take your hand in his, nodding as his gaze returns to you. He'll let you take care of him regardless. He's glad to be in your company either way.

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[arcadejohn127-9]

What if Mc was a person who don't take shit from anyone, demon human or Angel, and just was this small sassy piece of dynamite? How’d everyone react?

MC who takes no shit - brothers + undateables

Satans pact and chapter 16 spoilers

Lucifer:

So you've chosen death

This man can't even handle the smallest sign of defiance

an actual bitch boy

"You are here because you were picked to attend, you were listed to be under my care, this is MY house! You follow MY rules-"

"hold that for a second, I'm calling Dia."

He's so easy to rile up

You feed off his quick temper, he makes it too easy

But he deserves it

Too many times he thinks he can just control you and his brothers

You've cut Mammon down from the ceiling, when faced to Lucifer you just handed him the rope

"If you want someone to hang so much, do it yourself, old man, it is your fault after all - if you didn't leave your cursed valuables lying around Mammon would of never tried to steal them and get himself cursed."

Mammon:

He both scared of you and in awe of you

He's surprise you're still alive at this point

Of course you're alive, the great Mammon is looking after you

You have definitely called him out for being a tsundere

"So, you wanna make out or do you wanna keep yammering on?"

"I- You can't just be saying that to demons!! Why would I wanna kiss some human-"

"Kay, I'm going to go see if Levi wants to-"

"WAIT! DON'T DO THAT!"

Whenever he steals something from you or the others, you go on a man hunt

"Sell your own stuff! You always have something new in there! or are you that scummy and bad with money you need to steal off others ?"

Please have some mercy with him

In general, finds your sassy attitude interesting, always wonders what the new comment or roast will be

Levithan:

Scared and in awe but times it by 10

Is mostly terrified because you make him upset

Didn't expect to be called a guilt tripping bitch

"You're busy? I get it, I mean - why would you ever want to spend time with someone like me? I'm just some nobody, a yucky otaku who no one wants to be around-"

"I get having a low self esteem but shitting on yourself at EVERY given chance and then go on to be about how yucky and worthless you are when I just wanna spend time with someone else?! You can fuck right off!"

He thinks you're a delinquent, has gotten you a cool jacket so you can put it over your shoulders

You can pat him on the back for at least being able to stand up for himself, he's always ready to brawl and never shys away from calling his brothers out

Always lets you wear his headset and just watches as you cuss and sass any petty player

Satan:

It seems you keep choosing death

You wanna get sassy and back talk the literal embodiment of wrath????!

So - do you want be buried or cremated?

You take none of his shit

He respects it just as much as he hates It

We all know he has good control over his anger but there's a limit on how much of your attitude he can stand

"You're so petty, do you have to be a smart-ass about everything?"

"that's rich coming from the guy who threatened to cut off my limbs because I wouldn't make a pact wth him."

When he doesn't respond you just nod to yourself, checking your nails

"Yeah that's what I thought."

If he needs to come up with a good come back he always asks you

Sits back and watches you argue with Lucifer

Asmodeus:

He loves it until you call him out

Didn't expect to get psychologically profiled

"At first I thought you were just a narcissist but now I see you're just a Insecure man who placed his value on his looks and how people perceive him-"

" You can't seem to handle any type of bad press about you-"

"Oh? Did you make yourself look bad then blame it on someone else because they just wanted to do what they please? Oh boo hoo!"

You could end this man's career with a single word

But, if you're 'no shit' attitude is targeted to someone else? He's all over it

Will sigh dreamily and watch you chew Someone out

Unless you get super roasty and rude - he encourages you to talk to him with an attitude

"You're so hot when you talk like that~"

Knows you aren't all sass, he definitely enjoys your more softer side

Will invite you to a sleep over so you two can gossip and rant over a bottle of wine and do a mini spar

Beezlebub:

What prompted you to be this sassy? He's baby!

I mean, he did throw a fit when you ate his custard and destroyed your room

Sure, constant hunger is painful but he can survive without one custard

Yeah- he can be up for roasting and being chased out

"You've told me you literally want to eat me! How is that comforting?! You're hunger tantrums are already bad enough but now I know I could be on the menu?"

"No thanks! Do the hokey pokey and turn your goofy ass around!"

Has a habit of being your stool, he doesn't mind really, finds it pretty adorable actually

You're so small compared to demons so when a gym jock is being rude about you or Beel

You just snap your fingers and he'll sit down, hunch over and put his hands over his head

You'll just step on his palms (you take off your shoes angrily whilst telling the jock demon to not move an inch) and just go off

He understands where alot of your cusses come from, he agrees with you and feels guilty on his behaviour

Really likes it when you stand up for him; normally no one does that because he's such a big guy

Belphie does it but things can be abit disheartening when your twin Is the only one rushing to help you

Belphegor:

You know what? Understandable, please, fire away

Just keep making jokes and references to all the bad things he's done

He needs to be put in his place

The dude has literally killed you! If you weren't going to give him an earful when you recovered then what was the point?!

This man is one of many bastards in this school

Either watches you go off on people or sleeps mid arguement to stop hearing you call him out

"I'm innocent, I haven't done a single thing wrong in my life."

"wELL-"

He will always respect you for looking out for his twin, when he can't do anything he always looks to you to step in

Has held things out of your reach just to watch you get mad

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

You've chosen a fate worse than death at the cost of sassing a pure man

He gets upset but is very understanding, it's his companions who will handle your fate

I honestly, CANNOT, think of a reason you'd want to be sassy or rude to him

If it's just in general and not meant to offend him; he thinks it's very attractive

You've got a silver tongue and able to make a comment without much thought

Very impressive

His type is Lucifer very simple

You'd call him out for letting dangerous behaviour happen at the school and putting loads of faith into Lucifer

Perhaps point out how reckless inviting humans to a demon realm - who could easily be killed if they don't have an escort with them at all times

But other than that? He's safe

Barbatos:

He is your executioner

He can handle a jab

But he will remind you he was the one who saved you if you get too out spoken with him

that only gets him more cussed out though

"So you're aware of pretty much every event that happens, Right?"

"You could say that."

"Then shouldn't you use those abilities to then help anyone and stop all sorts of tragedies?"

"My Lord has stopped me from using my powers freely."

OKAY THAT'S SOMETHING YOU CAN CUSS DIA OUT ON

In general, you just make comments about how vague he is

He's too mysterious that it's just ridiculous

You want to get to know him but he just gives you that smug look and amused laughter

Solomon:

Can you really be blamed for being Sus of him?

He's so suspicious, for what?! For what reason?!

He doesn't like being called old? Depending how disrepectful you wanna be, you like to use the nickname "Grandpa Solo"

"I'm surprised you aren't actually some evil Wizard trying to get the brothers pacts so you can be the most powerful human alive and take over the Devildom."

"Who says I'm not?"

He's witty and smug

You're sassy and explosive

You're a duo that should be feared

The two powerful humans banding together? I'm sure there's a website on the two of you with theories of your evil plans

Simeon:

Finds your attitude delightful!

Didn't want his kindness to annoy you but it did, sometimes it is a crime to be Too nice

His favoured company are all sassy bastards so it only makes sense he likes you very much

"You gave them bangles that made them into SAINTS! that's fucking weird! And you had them turn into angels despite the fact they have truama from heaven!"

as mischievous as Simeon can be

His angelic nature really does pop out alot

"aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to go ape-shit?"

"Of course not, there's no need but thank you for worrying about me, I know I can seem force and strange to you but I really do enjoy being kind to others."

"disgusting."

Almost fought him during the TSL event; you didn't expect him to do a 360 and become super strict

Despite your hard shell you care alot about the people you're close with and can't stand to see them upset

Luke:

It appears you're trying to throw hands with a 10 year old

He does seem demonphobic

Why are you always denying your true feeling??!! Just admit you like demons!

You try not to swear and be outwardly rude Infront of him

But sometimes this little boy really tests your patience

"Okay species-ist."

Is your main response when he's being a tsundere

He's the one who's the safest from your attitude

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[belphiespillowtalk]

Lord Diavolo X Reader (Smut)

𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜!!

It wasn't new for the prince of hell to invite you over to his palace for some bonding time. The young prince appeared to have grown fond of you as your days in his kingdom passed by.

"Have you any idea of why his majesty has called for me?" You interrogate his staunch butler who guided you through the long, silent hallways of the Demon Lord's castle.

"It is not in my position to wonder about in such private interests of the young lord. Perhaps a meeting regarding academic matters?" Barbatos replied in that deep, silky voice which has been kissed on the cheek with an angel's grace. Least that's how you would describe it.

"It's not odd for him to call me at such unexpected timing, but, why now?..and for what?" You couldn't help but get cold feet just by the thought of meeting up with Lord Diavolo. The prince may appear to be a jolly and free spirited soul, however, to assume his majesty was no more than this was like playing with lions. He is not titled the wisest demon in hell for nothing after all.

"Need I repeat myself?" You heard his butler give a playful chuckle as he walked you to the Prince's chambers.

"Oh, no..I just couldn't help but wonder-"

"Think of it no further. I trust his royal majesty would not simply send for you for idle time." Barbatos came to a hault in his steps, not once disrupting his perfect posture.

"Hm?" His sudden act puzzled you to which you responded with a confused expression.

"If we were to find an answer, we'd have to seek it from the person who made you question it, wouldn't you say so?" The butler gave you a smile  which led your confussion to nowhere before you watched him give three gentle knocks on the mahogany doors which stood taller than every room you have ever been in.

With constant pondering and questions about the situation, you could not help but realize you were right in front of your destination.

"Enter." It was a soft and gentle response but it delivers so much power. That voice. It rang like melody in your ears. His voice like strawberries dipped in soft, sweet milk chocolate. Addictive.

With that signal, Barbatos pushed open the chamber doors, revealing what appeared to be the prince of hell himself, sitting in the armchair facing towards the burning fireplace. For a moment, you felt as if you were meeting with a CEO, ready for your job interview, however, this was a prince you were about to interact with. You could not help but feel your heart beat rise as the situation gave off a surprisingly erotic aura.

The two of you stopped by his door way, patiently waiting for a response before Barbatos gave a polite bow while calling out for Diavolo.

"Young master. Y/N has arrived.." He stated, signifying for you to make your presence known.

"Good evening, your majesty." You applied every bit of effort in trying to make your bow as polite and proper as Barbatos'.

"Ah. Y/N. I have been expecting you." Slowly, the prince stood up from his seat before turning towards your direction. His bright, golden eyes, which have such a sincere look to it, locked with yours, causing the apples of your cheeks to tint itself a bright red.

"So I've heard." You replied, adding a quiet chuckle to lessen the tension in the atmosphere

"Thank you, Barbatos. You may take your leave." Diavolo signalled, giving his loyal butler that same smile which could kill millions. Once again, the butler gave yet another bow to pay respect before exiting the chambers, giving you and the prince your privacy.

Silence quickly captured the room and the crackling of the fireplace dominated it. The atmosphere at that very moment felt tight and filled with unknown outcomes. Every muscle within your body seemed to have tensed up even more compared to how you were before engaging in this situation.

"Please, Y/N. Have a seat." Followed with the same old laugh you would never get tired of. "It would be improper of me to leave my guests standing throughout the whole duration of the meeting. Make yourself at home." He shot you a smile which made your heart flutter.

He returned back to his armchair, nearby the fireplace, motioning towards the seat beside him. You quickly complied with the prince's orders, fearing further hesitation would just upset him.

"I have missed your presence lately." He stated randomly, keeping his eyes locked on the fireplace as if he were analyzing it.

Did he just say he missed you? Him? The prince of hell? This had to be some alternate universe you have been transfered to.

"M-My lord..?"  You couldn't help but stutter at the sudden behavior of the young lord.

"Tell me. What it is exactly you think about when you are with me?" Okay now this was weird. "Do I frighten you, my dear Y/N?.." What exactly is he talking about?

"I'm sorry?.."

"Do I perhaps give you the same pleasurable feeling you give me when you bless me with your presence?"

----- X -----

There you were with your legs sprawled out on either side of the young lord's armchair. Your breath trying desperately to regain itself. Beads of sweat trailed across your forehead as you tried your hardest to keep your composure. This feeling was insane. Intoxicating even.

Feeling the prince's girthy shaft rest against your bottom has given you imaginations you never thought you would have about Diavolo.

"You seem to be enjoying this.." He whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine which you silently prayed he would break soon.

You felt his slender finger tips coated in his saliva, pressing against your entrance, giving it a tickle which made him let out a laugh. The teasing was too much for you to handle, causing you to glare up at him.

"Come now, don't give me that look. After all, I did say this was just the beginning." He mumbled once again, letting his hot breath hit the crook of your marked neck.

He knew exactly how to drive you crazy. How to keep you in your place. It seemed as if he knew your weaknesses from the day he first met you. Your thought process was abruptly interrupted as you felt him draw circles around your entrance, playing around with your moist, warm slit.

"I could grant you the grace of shoving my fingers deep inside you.." He whispered, causing you to blush furiously. He lightly brushed his fingers against your pulsating hole, while his breath tickled the back of your neck.

"F-fuck.." you whined out quietly, squeezing your eyes shut and silently praying the prince would just stick his wet fingers in there. Your legs trembled as they rested on either side of the arm chair with Diavolo's arm hooked around one of them, forcing your legs wide open while his other hand teased you.

Hearing you curse made him let out a degrading chuckle. You felt his fingers spread open your folds as he peered over your shoulder to gaze at your entrance.

"That is beautiful. It's practically waiting to be filled up, isn't it?~" with that statement, he gave that same old laugh he always did.

You felt your heart pound inside your chest as if it was being clenched. The amount of sweat increased along with the heat in the atmosphere. The sound of your heavy breathing, alongside your moans was music to his ears. And he lived for it.

This was just the start of it all. You knew deep down that you have been craving this for a long while, with hopes that your moans and pleads would satisfy him enough to give you what you've always wanted.

"My dear Y/N, allow me to pleasure you and treat you like a queen/king tonight. Just say the word and I will grant you every single one of your wildest dreams..."

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