#Diavolo x female ready

[sassykattery]

Celebrations of the Heart, Pt. 9

The moment you've waited for ♡

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Use of gendered spousal terms. Demons being flirty and horny, but what's new. Maybe a little emotional?

Themes: Romance. Birthday. LuciferxMC. DiavoloxMC.

Characters: MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Solomon, Simeon

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-9pm-

Inside the box lay a ring, one with a gold band and a singular, large, white marquis cut diamond mounted high on it, adorned with two small Burma rubies on either side of the center stone.

Instantly you turned around to see Lucifer down on one knee, looking up at you.

"MC, will you do me the extreme honor of becoming my wife, for now and all time?"

Badum.

You didn't have to think about it. There was nothing to consider. You'd told him once how you felt about the subject. Every memory of you and Lucifer flooded with only seconds in between each image. The night you made a pact. Your first kiss. The first time you two made love. When you two got back together. His first gift to you, the earrings. The ball where you two danced, then he made love to you in tandem with Diavolo. The night you became a demon, the way he looked at you with abandon and pride, forgetting he was in the company of others. Every night you shared together, every morning you two had coffee in silence. It was all there, the answer all along, never wavering, never ceasing, never waning. Pure, unadulterated, unbridled, unconditional love.

"Yes."

Lucifer took the ring from the box, and you instinctively held out your right hand, and he placed it on your ring finger. Slowly, he came to his feet and held your right hand in his.

You finally looked up to find his crimson eyes wide with what looked to be awe and admiration, maybe a touch of shock, too. With your other hand, you reached up and cupped his cheek. He finally came back to reality and softened once more, leaning into your touch.

"My bride," he murmured. You smiled, pulling him down for a sweet kiss.

"My groom," you muttered back against his lips. He pulled you into his full embrace, his hands wrapped around on your shoulder and waist as he sought to engulf you completely.

"In body and soul," he whispered.

"For now, and forever," you whispered back. It felt as though he was nearly trembling. You held him tighter, your fingers splayed on his shoulder blades.

Unable to help himself, he buried his face in your neck, planting kisses and nibbling at your divine flesh. Your tiny moans filled his ears only, causing him to only clutch you tighter. Both of your internal infernos burned brightly in the presence of the other, feeling complete yet needing the other closer.

Lucifer moved his head around, and while keeping his tight hold on you, he dipped you down, causing you to lean backward into his arms. He kissed you more, his tongue slipping in to greet yours lovingly. Though he wanted to take you then, he would have to wait as well.

You two remained that way for a while, exchanging words of love and adoration, promises of eternity, and sometimes just in loving silence as you held one another. It was pure bliss to be like this, knowing that finally, after all this time, after everything that happened between you two, had led to this moment.

"So this is my gift then?" You asked tearfully and playfully, running your fingers through his obsidian locks.

"Do you like it?" He whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"It's perfect. It's very... us," you replied softly.

"I'm glad. When you told me there was nothing I could give you, I knew there was one thing I had to give: a promise of eternal commitment with me," he murmured.

"Did you really have to be so secretive?" You asked, reaching down to pull on his lapel. His hands wandered down to your lower back, just above your rear.

"Mm, of course. I couldn't have you ruining the surprise," he answered.

"And... Did you know...?" You trailed off, unsure about if it would ruin the moment to ask about Diavolo's gift.

"I did," was all he said. You knew it was more than that. Lucifer likely had figured you would say yes to him given what you received earlier than evening.

"Thank you for everything," you whispered. He nodded and kissed you passionately, drawing you in so close that neither of you could really breathe. You suddenly broke away with a laugh.

"Wait, did I really have to spend my day with Mephistopheles because you and everyone else were planning this yesterday?"

Lucifer groaned. "That was Diavolo's idea, not mine, and I barely agreed to it. We didn't want him catching wind of what we had planned. Otherwise, he'd stick his nose in it."

"Tsk, and there I was thinking about hanging out with him after being ditched," you retorted.

"Anything but that. I couldn't take it if another demon started wanting you, too. There's hardly enough of you to go around as it is," Lucifer teased but also bemoaned the idea.

You shook your head and laughed, like music to his ears, as it rang out in the quiet of night. Suddenly, you fell serious and peered at your new ring, glittering under the moon.

"We're getting married," you whispered in near disbelief.

"Indeed, and I hope you don't plan on changing your mind. Now that you've said yes, I have no intention of letting you get out of it," he murmured seductively.

"Oh? And what if I had said no?"

"I seem to recall you telling me that you were interested in a permanent commitment. I highly doubted saying no was a possibility," he replied a little hotly.

"Maybe it was about the ring," you replied.

"Hm, I suppose, though, I seemed to have found your phone open one day to a visual discovery app where there was a section called "Lucifer" with, what was it? Rings, dresses, flower arrangements, décor–"

"Okay! So you found my Sintrest," you interrupted with an eyeroll and slight panic. You made that board when you and Lucifer had first started dating, so it was a bit embarrassing to know he had found it.

He chuckled and brought his face close to yours again. "I love you," he whispered, gazing at you lovingly, his gaze the softest it had looked in some time.

"I love you," you replied. His lips collided with yours once more to wordlessly remind you of the depths of his love.

"So, she said no, right?" Diavolo teased from the steps of the gazebo after just under an hour since Lucifer had appeared.

Your eyes rolled, and Lucifer made a show of making out with you more feverishly and groping you to make a point. The smile that graced your lips couldn't be helped; he was just being too cute. You had to be the one to break away, still holding his hand. Looking back at Diavolo, you softened.

"Thank you," you whispered to the prince. He smiled in return, simply happy to see you happy. Once more you looked at Lucifer, pure adoration in his eyes. He couldn't let go of your hand, or move away from you, for that matter.

Diavolo approached, standing at your flank. "I fair to say this could be the best birthday we've celebrated with you, my love," he murmured. When you looked up over your shoulder, his gaze was full of love and sincerity.

"I would venture to say this has been the best birthday of my entire life," you replied softly. Both of your lovers were of course happy to hear this. "I love you both, so much," you whispered.

"And we love you, MC," Lucifer whispered back.

"I do believe it's time for the final location," Diavolo stated, grinning.

A portal opened a few steps away. Lucifer took your right hand and walked through the opening, with you following the Avatar and with Diavolo, taking your left, following you both.

-10pm-

"Surprise!"

You were in the living room at the House of Lamentation, and all of your family and friends were there. Asmodeus squealed and rushed you immediately, forcing your lovers to let go of your hands when he collided with you in a feverish hug.

"Oh, MC!" He cried. "Let me see!"

You tilted your head in confusion, and then he brought up your hands, looking at your two rings.

"Oh, how darling! It's very you, my dear," Asmo beamed.

"Wait, did you...?" You started to ask.

Satan walked up and shook his head. "Oh, we knew. He wouldn't shut up about it yesterday. And then today, sweet hell, he was unbearable, pacing around the house, barking at all of us–"

A sharp growl came from Lucifer to shut up the fourth born, though he was still smiling down at you. Mammon snuck up behind Asmo and Satan and wriggled around them, taking your hand.

"Not too bad, looks like a 4.5 carat, D quality, probably cost around–" And he was promptly smacked and drug away by Satan. You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Shall we start the party?" Barbatos asked you, taking his station next to Diavolo.

"We shall," you beamed, nodding.

Solomon tapped his wand and the lights dimmed slightly, and music started to play. Everyone's voices picked up. The night was filled with endless fun, and you couldn't have imagined it going any other way.

Truly, yes, your heart was full. All those doubts, fears, worries, the inner turmoil, insecurities, they washed away in moments like this. In the moments where Asmo fawned over your gown, or when Diavolo and Lucifer tensely but silently argued who could dance with you first only to miss their opportunity as Mammon swept you away, or when Solomon offered his hearty congratulations on your engagement, it was all worth it. Nothing could be better, not in your wildest dreams or deepest fantasies. You never imagined this is where you'd end up, but to think it could be any different, well, it simply couldn't be. This was fate.

"Grimm for your thoughts?" Barbatos murmured, taking your hand and escorting you to dance. You smiled and followed easily.

"Ah, I'm just happy," you replied, looking into his green eyes.

Barbatos smiled politely, but his eyes were more emotional, and he only looked at you. "I am happy to hear that, mistress," he said in his lowest register, only for you to hear. "You deserve nothing less," he added.

"If I might," you started to say, hesitating. He tilted his head, listening to you. "You've been a lot more forward with your thoughts and emotions with me as of late," you observed. Barbatos' eyes flickered to concern, but you added, "I like it. I hope you continue to be open with me." He relaxed again.

"As you say, mistress," he replied politely, smiling again.

The song was over and Barbatos bowed his head slight. "A pleasure, as always," he stated.

When you looked around you saw Lucifer sitting in an armchair, and the moment your eyes laid onto his face, he started searching the room, as if to look for someone. His landed on yours as you gracefully crossed the room, and he started to say something just as you sat yourself on his lap. He welcomed your intrusion, wrapping an arm around your hips. It was just you two in your own little corner.

"My love," he murmured, placing his other hand on your thigh. He scanned your frame and smiled. "I don't believe I've told you yet how stunning you look tonight," he praised.

"No, you haven't, and it was really starting to worry me, you know," you jested, bringing up your right hand to look at your nails and new jewelry to seem pouty.

"Don't fret, dove, we have the rest of our lives for me to tell you each and every day, multiple times a day if you wish," he replied with a smirk.

"I'd like to hear it a few more times since it's my birthday," you stated playfully, crossing your arms and upturning your nose at him. He caressed your jaw and pulled your head down down, your ear on his lips.

"You're the very essence of beauty. Your charm is so beguiling, it's enough to command me that I'd take you right here at your behest. If I were still an angel, your gaze and voluptuousness alone would make me fall from grace from the sins I'd want to commit against you," he whispered.

Your eyes went wide, and a flush of heat ran from your head all the way down to your core.

"Is that enough? Or should I tell you that your voice alone drives my thoughts so wild I can scarcely think straight when you speak to me, and it's all I can do to fantasize about taking you up to my room to have my way with you?"

"Okay, okay!" You yielded in a whisper. It felt like your body was now aflame with arousal and embarrassment.

You sat up again and looked down at Lucifer, and he gave you his signature half-lidded stare and smirk combination. In a huff, you looked away, but his hold on you tightened. Others were still having fun, Mammon up to his usual tricks of playing cards and losing against Satan and Belphie, Asmo flirting with Solomon, Beel asking Luke, Simeon, and Barbatos about the food. The prince approached once your eyes landed on his.

"Keeping her for yourself again," Diavolo tutted at Lucifer.

"She was misbehaving, so I had to set her straight," Lucifer replied.

Your jaw fell agape and immediately retorted in a hushed tone, "If anyone is misbehaving, it's you, you flirty old demon," snapping your head towards the eldest.

"See what I mean?" Lucifer stared at you, his smirk deepening to show his fangs.

"Indeed," Diavolo mused, coming closer to bend down to your other ear. "Maybe she needs to be spanked," he murmured.

Staring straight ahead, it was so hard not to react. Had you squealed like you desperately wanted to, everyone would have noticed. With an obvious gulp, you plastered a sweet smile and turned your head to Diavolo.

"Maybe you need to be," you replied sweetly, lids lowered. Diavolo's smile curled into a nasty smirk as well.

"How unbecoming for the future queen," he muttered in a falsity of disappointment.

"MC! Stay right there, I need a picture of you three!" Asmo squealed with his D.D.D. in hand when he saw you three together. Diavolo stood behind the chair, appearing behind you and putting his hand on your shoulder. Asmo quickly took a few and smiled.

"Oi, MC, we had a question since you said yes to Lucifer and all," Mammon said, approaching with everyone slowly turning toward your direction.

"And we heard that you and Diavolo are getting married too," Belphie added.

"Hm? What is it?" You asked, welcoming the distraction from the two ornery demons that would have relentlessly teased you into oblivion.

"When's the wedding? Or should I say, weddings?" Satan asked with a smirk.

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Thanks for reading <3

This was the chapter finale for Chapter 9! Next time, we'll start Chapter 10, which is the end of Season 2!

Post made by sassykattery. Do not repost. Reblogs and comments appreciated.

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[snowb3rryy]

Lucifer x F!MC

Unexpected Expectations

Summary:

A long trip to the human world seems to be enough to get a couple out of its routine.

MC is female and uses she/her pronouns. Written in 1st person.

Engish isn't my first language, so I may have made some mistakes.

Lucifer and I have been living in the Human World for the past 3 weeks. Diavolo sent Lucifer away to attend a long sorcerer festival that the preparations last for 2 months and the festival will be 2 weeks long. I decided to follow him both as a representative for both worlds but also to keep him company.

Since we'll stay for months, I asked Lucifer if we could rent a place for a couple of months instead of staying at a hotel. Strangely enough, he agreed almost immediately.

After our first weeks here, we got a good look of what domestic life looks like with each other. At first, I thought we'd be all day at the preparations for the festival but I was wrong. The head of the festival announced us as honorary guests so we just attend the event once per week.

Our days are filled with simplicity and peace. I'd wake up first, get ready and fresh for the day, then spend a whole hour to get Lucifer up and then we'd destroy the kitchen while trying to make breakfast. We both are good cooks but Lucifer is arrogantly acting like he knows how to use human appliances and he fails miserably every time. He is really only used in Devildom appliances that are technologically advanced and have a tad of magic.

Later, we'd mess around in the house, watch some tv while Lucifer's braincells burn due to the low quality of programs, then maybe some chess just to show off or a complex board game that takes me days to comprehend yet he understands it by reading the instructions once, and then our noon would end with us listening to music or watching some human world movie classics.

In the afternoon is when we start to get hungry so he usually goes grocery shopping alone and returns. We cook once more together with the same failure until I have enough and put him on time out and make him read the instructions of the appliances while I try to salvage the almost burnt food.

In the evening he manages to drag me out of the house and we go to a gallery, or a museum or a theater play. In the end I always feel happy that I actually went along with him.

Around midnight, we both feel wasted and fall asleep quickly. During our time here, I'd say our sex drive is slowly disappearing. The change of environment, the curiosity of Lucifer to learn the human world, my world better and our daily shenanigans leave us with no will to do more than just cuddle and snore till the sun is up.

Or so I thought. A few nights ago, I woke up, feeling thirsty. As I opened my eyes and tried to understand my surroundings, I realised Lucifer is out of the bed. Before even managing to collect my thoughts I hear a faint sound.

Aghh~

I rub my eyes and focus my hearing again. This time I hear faint painting and some more low grunts. I stand up and follow the sound, I'm led to the door next to the bedroom. The bathroom door. I bent down and look through the keyhole. I see Lucifer... and he's jerking off?? (Without me???)

I feel myself smirk and almost laugh.

I recall myself all those night I woke up in the middle of the night to masturbate as well, I never thought he did it too in the exact same spot as well. It's surprising since he always asks me to sleep with him, yet not this time. Take it because it's the middle of the night? No.. he has woken me up before... Maybe, then he didn't because we both are tired... But that didn't stop him either.

Whatever the reason is, I stop thinking the moment I hear my name come out of his lips.

His deep voice, whispering my name outloud as he's stroking his big cock~

I feel my legs press against each other. I want him, yet the moment I think to open the door and join him I hear him curse and moans a bit louder than before. I bent down and look through the keyhole again and see him cover his mouth with wide eyes as he holds his cock firmly at the base as his pulsating dick is releasing cum on the bathroom floor.

I curse at myself for losing this chance and return fast on the bed, taking advantage of his orgasm afterglow.

Soon he joins me on the bed, his aura feels lighter as he lays beside me and hugs me and kisses my cheek. He looks at me and whispers "How I wish you were with me, my darling. I'll make you mine again when we get a bit more used to our new routine".

He then falls asleep almost immediately. I don't know if he simply said his thoughts outloud to me or if he really knew I was awake.

The next morning arrives yet I'm not the same. I feel more stiff, more uncomfortable.

I haven't been able to sleep after that event last night. I want him, I need him. Yet he was so patient. He's right. We maybe need some more time maybe.. Maybe I should keep pleasing myself alone until we both feel more comfortable to our new reality. Yet this fire inside me is different than the rest. Last night was the first time I heard him moan and grunt in almost a month, and my pussy hasn't stopped leaking. I had to change underwear mutiple times.. Seriously..that guy drives me crazy.

I can't wait for the night so I try to find an excuse to get him out of the house.

- Lucifer, won't you go for groceries today?

I say a bit shaking, my mind is at the task to get him out of the house yet my body is already at the stage of pleasure.

Lucifer: Isn't it early yet? Sure I can if you want me too.

I nod and smile. Finally he takes his coat off and opens the door to leave... Yet he turns around the last moment.

Lucifer: The weather is warmer today, maybe you want to come with me and help me out?

- No, no

I say fast and I almkst push him out of the door

- Maybe tomorrow okay? Okay bye!

I shove him out and all I can see is his surprised expression before I close the door.

I immediately run to the bedroom and open his drawer.

There's my baby. My beloved vibrating dildo. I smile and get my clothes off fast and lay down on the bed. I touch my body all over the place and I tease my clit with my dildo rubbing against it. The sensation are brainmelting and become unbearable the moment I turn on the vibration. My mouth hangs open as my voice leaves my body strongly as the sensations of pleasure make my body numb. I close my eyes and imagine his touch on me, his lips on my nipples as he thrusts his cock in and out of me. My moans and breath are mixed together as my chest rises and falls faster with each passing moment.

Lucifer's POV

I look at the closed front door shocked and a bit... upset. I felt something is off from the moment I woke up. She seemed so... so out of touch, like her thoughts were somewhere else...

I collect my thoughts and walk to the market. I purchase the necessities for the meal and I start for my way home. I add in my head the task to stop by the flower shop before heading back. I pick a bouquet with her favourite flowers... I hope it will make her happier than she was when I left.

I arrive home and I unlock the door.

- Darling, I'm home

I get no reply. The moment I open my mouth ready to call for her again, I'm shut up by a loud moan. I get a bit curious. I let the bags on the kitchen counter and place the bouquet on the vase as I walk to the bedroom.

Every step I make brings me closer to the source of that sweet voice. As I stand outside the bedroom a mix of her voice calling my name and the maxed vibrator arrive in my ears. I smirk satisfied. It seems she really was awake last night.

I open the door, the view in front of mr is enough to make me cum yet, I keep my composure.

Someone seems to be.... impatient, my dear MC.

♡Hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2~

Also, if you want, you can read it on Ao3, too🩷

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52762819

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[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Can i request a yandere!trish with a fem!reader? I don't see very much of it and it makes me sad because trish is waifu ;w;

Yandere! Trish Una x Fem! Reader

Gotta give some female characters attention too, I try my best to be equal opportunity with both male and female characters.

this may or may not be a two parter, It’s been a while since I’ve written out something and I don’t want to feel like I’m rushing something and make it uninteresting because I put it all out at once.

You saw yourself as a guardian for Trish Una ever since the mission of guarding her the first time. Of course her father planning to murder her, only strengthened your resolve to protect her. Betrayal by a horrible person who you’d hardly qualify as a father, you helped her process and talk everything out while the others were busy. She seemed to have some attachment to Bucciarati as well, but steadily you noticed her instinctively hover around you.

At that time you did all in your power to keep her safe after betraying the former leader of Passione. All while allowing to adjust to her newly gained stand. Multiple times she’d grip your arms or lace her fingers into your hand. The tiniest bit of downtime during that week you’d let her do as she pleased with your hair. Sometimes she’d compliment your eye colors, stare at you a little bit. Then proceed to talk about missing doing something casual with all this hiding. She even told you one night you made things feel like normal.

Every little thing you indulged in that week you felt was good for her. No one deserved to have all that weight of a traumatic experience put on them. Even after everything finally ended with Giorno defeating Diavolo and taking his place as the Don of Passione. You two were not separated, Trish piped up she needed you to feel safe and she couldn’t live alone.

Giorno asked you directly if you wanted to do so, taking in consideration how exhaustedly you took extra care of her. That he could find a female caretaker/guard to help Trish if you weren’t up to it. Instinctively, you knew Trish wouldn’t care for that. She seemed a bit huffy occasionally when you weren’t around. Deciding to not leave a headache to another associate you volunteered to live with Trish yourself.

His eyes furrowed for a moment but the confidence in your answer lead him requesting the place Bucciarati had mentioned he’d let Trish live in. He knew you both were close but there was something he couldn’t quite shake with Trish. Perhaps her behavior leaning towards being clingy, there was being close and then there was being a little too close.

“Just remember if you need a break/time for yourself you know where to find me” Giorno told you gently. It was the best statement he could give for now, his suspicions merely cautious for your safety.

“Thank You Giorno” You bowed your head

Shortly after this discussion, a car was brought up to the front of the building. Keys to the villa and the car itself were exchanged promptly. Trish’s belongings left behind in a previous place before going under protection were already in the trunk. Ready to be unpacked upon being taken inside. Upon arriving you immediately gesture Trish inside, but she decides to help you bring her belongings in instead.

“Are you sure? It’s rather late and you usually try to get in bed by this time don’t you?” You asked

Her eyes seem to pierce yours, “I can help” she seemed to insist. “I know you volunteered for looking out for me, there’s no need to overwork yourself” Her heels click on the ground as she goes to the now opened trunk and grabs out a few of her things. You follow her and proceed to grab what you can before heading to the door yourself. Sometimes it slipped your mind how determined she could be on insisting to do something. She was not helpless and could hold her own in decisions. Sighing to yourself you make sure the vehicle is locked and nothing was visible in any of the seats before heading in.

Eventually you get your own belongings inside this villa, Trish herself suggested so. All of your day practically revolved around her, but not once did you seemed to be fatigued. This went on for a few months with little trouble. Giorno did check up on you every once in a while even with his busy schedule. You could tell he was a little concerned, not that you minded of course. It was technically an assignment.

“She insists doing many things with me, her favorite thing is mostly picking cute clothes out” You told him promptly. Proceeding to go into details about brands she liked or the more expensive less “showy” things she could recognize.

“Do you know if she’s made any friends? Not that I entirely mind her being around you but she should be with others as well” He asks

“I believe I’ve seen her talk to a few people that weren’t sales associates, She doesn’t always tell me about things like that however” You responded. “I do have a gnawing feeling she really enjoys my company, perhaps a bit too much”

The blonde nodded in response “I thought as much, does that concern you?”

Your e/c eyes stare down at the floor, a brief pause in your breathing before you respond. “Somewhat yes, it’s been a couple months”

“I hope she can spread her wings and enjoy life on her own” You added on. “I do care for her Giorno, and I’ll look after her as long as she needs, though the thought does slip if that’s too much for her to properly adjust”

He nods along agreeing entirely, a bit stumped at the moment at this complex situation. You’re not really freaking out but there’s uncertainty in your eyes. Worrying if you’re subduing Trish, but as he sees it in his view, it’s the entire opposite. The dynamic is akin to an invasive plant, thriving with little impediment to its growth. Something that has to be taken care at the source before it swallows everything.

“I think I can keep this under control, I don’t need anyone else getting hurt” You stated out of nowhere.

“We have to be careful about this, Trish isn’t very fond of being looked over constantly by you Giorno”

His greenish eyes narrow “Of course, but I can’t have you facing this alone”

“I’m certain she’ll ask of this conversation when I pick her up from her visit to a store she’s been wanting to go to, She seems rather suspicious of you Giorno”

He looks at you, considering his options and what you’ll likely tell him based on your judgement of Trish. He trusts you just as he does Mista and dismisses you, and asks for an update in a couple of more months. For now he decides to lay out some options just on the off chance something goes too far. However this wasn’t your typical stand user battle, it was more of an emotional puzzle.

Later that evening you stop to pick up Trish right on the dot. She slid into the passenger seat quickly shut the door. Her eyes immediately dart to yours. “Do you mind if we get something to eat? I’m craving something from a restaurant I used to go to all the time”

“Sure we can do that” you tell her, before eventually driving off.

“So…how was that meeting?” She asks not even a few seconds after

“It was good” you tell her “I simply answered what Giorno was asking”

Her eyebrows furrowed “I know you need to update him, but I don’t think he should be prodding into everything we do together”

“He just wants to see how you’re holding up Trish, the things you went through aren’t exactly something an everyday person goes through” You try to pacify her

She shook her head adamantly, while crossing her arms “I doubt it, I think he’s concerned about you because he thinks I’m acting strange”

She wasn’t wrong and you weren’t going to foolishly deny that right in front of her. You reassured you didn’t inform of everything you both did together. Your “alone” time was still safe, but you could still see her lips pursed into a frown.

“I don’t think he should nose around at all if I’m being honest” She answered defensively but her demeanor of discontent wasn’t aimed at you. No, it seemed to be targeted towards Giorno. A twinge of jealousy perhaps? An odd thing for you to consider normally, but the way she was acting didn’t rule that out.

“I hope he knows I do talk to people other than you, but I don’t talk to them like I talk to you y/n” She sighs

There was an unsettling tone when she said that, she was stressing the meaning further than decent friends. You kept focus one the road, not really responding to keep your mind off that statement. False hope that you maybe misheard her somehow…

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[m1dn1ght-hag]

okok so i have a lil request for u :)

(you decide if u wanna make hcs or a oneshot)

so, fem reader coming out to thirteen as a lesbian? and shes internally like having fireworks firing off bc shes had a crush on reader but thought she wasnt interested, but with this new info shes just like without thinking "so like i love u" like IMMEDIATELY shooting her shot

and readers also there like 🤯🤯🤯 bc shes had the biggest crush on thirteen as well lolol

tysm !! ❤

☽ starring | Thirteen x female reader

☽ pronouns used | she/her

☽ genre | fluff <33

☽ summary | lesbian Mc comes out to thirteen

☽ CW | none

☽ note | dude i never got thr notification for this request and im so upset about it cause its so cute. i have not played any of the recent lessons (i think i stopped at lesson 7 oops) for nightbringer so this will be set during the last lessons in the original game <3

Mc took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves, however that was proving fruitless when her thoughts were running rampant from her anxieties She was planning on coming out to Thirteen today. In her mind, Mc was aware that she was being irrational, and that Thirteen would accept her no questions asked - but, she couldn't help but panic considering it was her literal crush she was planning on coming out to, only working to make her anxieties all the more overwhelming. She didn't know if Thirteen herself liked girls, and it only made her hands all the more clammy at the thought of rejection. But, she reminded herself that she had to do this, or else she’d never know how Thirteen felt. But, goodness, was it not terrifying?

She consulted the brothers the day before, asking if she should come out to Thirteen, and was met with an astounding yes from everyone (especially Asmo.) Beel, however, had thought they were already dating, receiving a babble from Mc as she tried to explain that she and Thirteen weren’t dating (“yet,” Asmo so helpfully quipped as Mc groaned in exasperation.)

Solomon proved to be an exceptionally terrible person to turn to for advice, especially when he suggested a hypnotic potion to "ease the nerves." The audacious offer was swiftly shot down and she left the sorcerer as quickly as she arrived. She didn't know why she considered him in the first place considering Solomon's and Thirteen's "friendship", but in her defense, she was nervous and wanted all the reassurance she could get before finally going through with it.

Simeon and Luke, while they didn't provide any advice, comforted her a bit despite her own thoughts betraying her. They reminded her that Thirteen would support her one hundred percent and that she wouldn't know how Thirteen felt unless she shot her shot; but, as much as Mc wanted to shoot her shot, she didn't think she was brave enough to do so quite yet. She had only barely worked up the courage to come out - asking her out was a complete other level she didn’t think she'd be ready for for a long time, if at all. Regardless, she thanked them for their reassurances, feeling a little more confident than she did before.

Consulting the demon lord and his butler didn't prove fruitful as she only got a beaming grin from the former and a knowing smile from the latter. The advice Barbatos offered was cryptic and completely flew over Mc's head. Whereas Diavolo's advice, although well-intentioned, only worked to make her anxious and unsure again, bringing her back to square one.

Having consulted everyone she could think of, she sighed in defeat, flopping back down against her bed as her arm instinctually moved to cover her eyes. Groaning in exasperation for what felt like the millionth time this day, she shifted her arm away from her eyes to study the vines grown above her bed, trying to ease her nerves before she backs out.

Mc was startled from her thoughts by the sudden knock on her door followed by Asmo’s sing-song voice, “You’ve got this, Mc!”

She offered a thanks in appreciation before heaving a deep sigh.

Pushing herself up from her bed, and smoothing out her clothed she began to fret over her appearance. She wanted to make sure she was presentable before leaving the house, and possibly, maybe by miracle, coming out to Thirteen.

Once she ensured she looked decent, she recounted all the advice she’s gotten and left her room. As she passed the living room she glanced in and got a thumbs up from Belphie, whom was lounging lazily on the couch. Beel also gave an encouraging smile before returning to his snacking, quickly adjusting Belphie’s neck so he didn’t strain it after it had dropped uncomfortably into the arm of the couch.

“Good luck, Mc,” Satan offered offhandedly, enamored with a new book he’d picked up from the library, nose buried in it as soon as he entered the front doors.

Mc hummed quickly, offering him a swift “thanks” before she was out the door and heading towards Thirteen’s lodgings, the directions etched into her memory from the numerous times she’d been over. ‘This is just another outing with Thirteen… Except for the fact you’re about the confess - Nope. Not confessing. Simply coming out.’

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized that she’d arrived until she was at the front door, fist subconsciously raised to push the doorbell.

“Mc!” Thirteen called as she opened the door, signature smirk on her face.

“Oh! Hi,” Mc returned the smile, feeling her face bloom as she stepped into Thirteen’s house.

Thirteen swayed off into the kitchen as Mc made her way to her room. It was routine now to plop herself down onto Thirteen’s bed while she waited for the other to join her and plot traps for Solomon together. Except, this time she’d be dropping a bomb on her, and she only hoped it didn’t sour their friendship.

“Mc,” she jumped at her name being called, eyes landing on Thirteen standing in the door with a bowl in her arms, “you’re distracted, how are we supposed to prank Solomon like this? What’s on your mind?”

The tone of her voice easily gave away she wasn’t actually upset by her empty-headedness, but Mc was too lost in her own worries to recognize the concern lacing her words.

“Oh, uh-“ she swallowed thickly, grimacing at the knot in her throat, “it’s nothing, don’t worry. We’ll plan the most diabolical prank for Solomon yet!”

“Well, duh!” Thirteen drawled out using her free hand to exaggerate her words, “But I can’t have my prank partner being out of it, so what’s on your mind?”

She approached the bed and placed the bowl on the nightstand, hand on hip as she urged Mc to continue.

‘Damn. Should have known I couldn’t get past her intuition.’

“Well-“ she wets her lips and wrings her hands, nervously picking at the skin around her nails, “-I, uhm. Have something, ahem, to tell you.”

“Well? Out with it,” she urged Mc to continue, staring expectantly.

“I, well, I’m a lesbian. I like girls.” Mc finished quickly, feeling relief for having gotten it out before it was quickly replaced by dread.

“Is that it?” Thirteen quickly reiterated her words, “Sorry, that wasn’t what I was trying to say. Thank you for telling me, I guess I should tell you I am too.”

“You too?!” Mc shouted, nerves instantaneously dissipated at the revelation.

“Well, duh,” Thirteen joined Mc on the bed, crawling over her legs to get situated in her designated spot, “damn, Mc, I’m hurt that you didn’t know.”

Mc sighed and elbowed Thirteen, smiling at the lighthearted quips the two were able to comfortably exchange.

“Since the cat’s out of the bag,” Thirteen quickly adds on, halting Mc’s laughter, “I guess now I can say that I like you.”

Huh?

Mc stared, dumbfounded at Thirteen’s confession.

“I didn’t want to say anything ‘cause I figured you already had something with one of the others, but, you obviously don’t so, sucks to be them.” Thirteen smirked, studying Mc’s face.

“Huh???” Mc gaped, mouth opening and closing like a fish on land. “You- HUH??”

“Have I not been obvious? Really, Mc, I thought you knew me better,” Thirteen faked disappointment as she flopped backward onto her bed and dramatically held the back of her hand against her forehead. “Oh, woe! How can it be so?”

“I really wasn’t expecting you to like me, I guess?” Mc offered, unsure of what she was saying herself. Of course it made sense. Only, literally everyone else could see but her. “Okay, no... Oh, I don’t know.”

Thirteen pushed herself back into a sitting position to hold Mc’s gaze, her green eyes observing Mc’s expression. “That doesn’t matter now, what matters now is this: do you feel the same? Is this something we can pursue?”

“Yes!” Mc answered a little too quickly, slapping her hand over her mouth in embarrassment, “shit, sorry, I mean yes. I would like to pursue something with you.”

“That’s all I needed,” Thirteen’s eyes scanned Mc’s face before moving in as if to kiss her, the corner of her lips tugging upwards as she could hear Mc’s breath hitch.

Mc leaned in as well, eyes slipping closed nerves arising once more from anticipation of a kiss rather than unrequited feelings before it was all dashed as Thirteen swerved to place a kiss against her cheek instead of her lips.

“Aww were you expecting it on the lips?” Thirteen teased as she watched Mc fumble embarrassedly once more. ”How forward, at least take me yo dinner first.

Thirteen delicately weaved her hand together with Mc’s.

“Don’t be mean,” Mc leaned against Thirteen, resting on her shoulder as she squeezed her hand in acknowledgment, “I thought your pranks were reserved for Solomon, and I don’t remember changing my name.”

“You are his apprentice - willingly - so it’s only fair I get to tease you for it.” Mc scoffed at Thirteen’s answer, rolling her eyes even if it was unseen to her. “besides, you’re cute when you pout.”

“Ugh, no way you’re being corny?“ Mc teases back, dodging Thirteen’s flick to her forehead.

Im response to Mc’s quip, Thirteen swings her free arm over Mc’c chest and pulls her down with her so Mc was laying flat on her back with Thirteen propped up against her chest. Mc yelped at the sudden movement, not expecting Thirteen to drag her down. She made a motion to complain but was silenced when she heard Thirteen’s laughter fall from her lips, a sound Mc’s had the privilege to hear on numerous occasions on her outings with Thirteen, but now it sounded different, warmer. More content. As Mc continued to admire her, she took in the way her hair cascaded perfectly over her shaking shoulders, and the way her green eyes shone with mirth as her laughter began to die down and her head now lay propped against Mc’s chest.

“Cat got your tongue?” Thirteen purred, stray chuckles sneaking past her words.

An unconscious compliment fell from Mc’s lips, “you’re beautiful.”

Thirteen was stunned temporarily but she managed to regain her composure just as quickly. Using her free hand, she maneuvered it to pinch Mc’s cheek, ”who’s the corny one now?”

Mc hummed in response, having no words to humour to Thirteen’s quip as she allowed a comfortable silence to drown out their bantering.

Using the position they were currently in to her advantage, Thirteen adjusted their intertwined hands and got comfortable laying against Mc’s chest, taking revelry in the silence and newfound partnership. As Thirteen got settled, Mc could feel her heart skip a beat, and she could only hope that she didn’t hear. (She most definitely did and would be teasing her later for it, oh well.)

After Mc’s nerves settled, she adjusted herself to get comfortable as well, molding herself to Thirteen and relaxing breathing in her scent and feeling a drowsiness slip over her.

They both lay embracing one another in the comfort of Thirteen’s bed, original plans abandoned in favor of an impromptu nap.

☽ final note | I AM SO SORRY THIS TOO SO LONG I AM BOO BOO THE FOOL anyways ihope you liked it amd i hope its emough i tried but i am not caught up on the story and im rusty on writing for obey me weeps

#callisto-writes #obey me #obey me x reader #thirteen x reader #thirteen obey me #obey me fluff

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Rest!

Fandom(s): Obey Me! One Master To Rule Them All

Pairings: Barbatos x Female Chubby Reader

Warning(s): Threats

You skipped down the hall to find your beloved demon.

You talked to Diavolo to give Barbatos a break, since that demon is too obsessed with his job.

Of course the prince eagerly accepted it, since he wanted his butler to relax too.

You saw Barbatos cleaning the invisible dust in the kitchen.

“Love! You have a day off today!”

You yelled and hugged him.

“The Young Lord didn’t tell me any—“

“I just talked to him and he said “Sure! Make sure that he relax though.” And here we are!”

You told your demon and he just walked past you

“I will talk to Young Master that it will not be needed.”

You sighed.

“You will have a day off or I will bring Solomon here to summon hundreds of rats, display Mickey Mouse plushies and pictures, and have you tie up to fucking let you watch documentaries about rats and a compilation of Mickey Mouse?”

Barbatos looked behind him. And in his long life he was never terrified of something until he saw your face.

Your soft and nice looking eyes is now a death glare that could even cut a diamond. You also have a smile but your smile is much more deadly and sinister than Lucifer’s. And you already have a picture of Mickey Mouse in your hand.

Barbatos gulped, not just because of your threats but also your look. You are scary when you are mad, you could even match Simeon’s.

“Ok love calm down ok? I’ll take the leave.”

You smiled and clapped your chubby hands.

“Good! You will have a seat and I’ll serve tea for us!”

Your chubby cheeks lift up as your kind smile is back.

As you turn back to make some tea. Barbatos heaved a sigh of relief and a sweat formed on his forehead.

“I should just do what she told me.”

“Oh and be ready! I had a reservation for us to a restaurant who specialize in tea, they are quite famous here in Devildom”

Barbatos smiled. Even though you are scary like that, you just wanted what is the best for him.

Meanwhile you are threatening Barbatos, Diavolo heard everything and shivered.

“I’m just glad that it’s not pickles. Good luck Barbatos!”

He whispered and went back to his office. Before he could even hear the restaurant part.

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ꜱᴘᴏᴏᴋꜰᴇꜱᴛ- Obey me x Reader

Inspired by the one piece zombie arc.. Includes all the dateables plus a Female MC! :3 This literally sucks i prob won;t contineu it cuz it's so hard to make multiple ppl x reader i'll do them one by one

"Why must we all go to this "spookfest" Lucifer? I've got better things to do than to hang around some haunted area searchin' for ghosts and whatnot," Mammon whines, latching onto Lucifers leg.

It was that time of the year. You guessed it! Halloween. Where all the freaky ghosts and crazy haunted stuff appear. It wasn't really much different from an average sightseeing in the Devildom, except for a certain factor. Diavolo suggested that everyone should go to the famous rumored haunted town which was a good 12 hours away from the HoL. During this period of time, academies in the Devildom were collectively shutdown for 2 weeks to fully enjoy the festivities and fun the holiday has to offer. As per usual, Lucifer was ready to decline, until a brilliant idea popped up into his head:

He would use this trip as a way to scare the Anti-Lucifer-League and keep them out of business for a while. Even if it won't scare them, it'll keep them busy having something else to talk about. He would finally get some rest. So he agreed, and now everyone is in. As for Solomon, Luke, and Simeon, they agreed to come because they didn't have much to do. That amounts to a total of 13 people going to the haunted town. This included you, ofcourse.

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After a guelsome 12 hour ride, with Mammon whining on and on about how much he detested the idea of going to the town, Beel eating everything in sight, and Belphie, Lucifer, and Satan arguing about seating, You guys finally made it there. After meeting up with Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, Simeon, and Solomon, you braced yourself for the worst part of the trip: Deciding the groups.

"I'm saying, I should be the one to go with MC because i'm their first, yanno?" Mammon argues, crossing his arms.

"Mammon you dunce. That's not how it works. Don't use your being her first to try and do everything with her," Satan intervenes.

"Satan is right! I say I should go! It's not everyday an otaku like me goes out to places like this, and MC would definitely keep me good company!" Levi says.

The rest of the brothers pipe in their complaints before Barbatos proposes an idea.

"I suggest that we don't split up at all for now. We can talk about groups when we're down on numbers or when we explore further into the town. Let's all stay close, hm?"

You gave Barbatos the "Thank you Barbatos you angel in hell my savior" eyes, before agreeing.

Diavolo lets out a hearty laugh. "Shall we get going now then? This whole town seems deserted, so we have a lot of places to look through!"

9 p.m

Finally, after a bit of exploring the town, you come across a wall. It really looked wrong when put with the things in the town. It was pearly white, while everything else was dark and really gloomy. For some reason, you felt nervous about the wall. Was it just the normal nervous? Of course you would be nervous. You're a human exploring a haunted town in the Devildom, which is haunted in it's own right. If this town has a reputation of being haunted, then it must truly be worse than all the things you've seen in the Devildom. Shivering a bit, you backed away from the wall a bit.

Noticing your action, Belphie asks you a simple question:

"Do you feel it too?" "That unusual air, I mean."

"Y-Yeah.. It's almost like behind that wall we'll see things we're not supposed to. For starters, it's weird how a wall is in the middle of the town, blocking us from going any further."

Before you could chat more, your head whipped around, facing the wall that now had a crack on it for only Diavolo knows why.

"Was that any of you guys?" You asked, before another shiver went down your spine.

A dozen of collective No's met your ears. This worried you.

"A-Are we gonna die? I don't wanna die in the yucky Devildom! Noo!" Luke started screaming.

"Luke, calm down. I'm sure there's a good meaning for all this. You'll be safe." Simeon reassures him, before walking closer to the wall and inspecting the newly formed cracks. Solomon, Lucifer, Diavolo, Satan, and Barbatos do the same. Belphie goes away from you to talk to all his brothers about something. You don't get the chance to ask.

Becausen that's when you felt it.

A hand.

Pulling at your leg.

You felt another hand pulling at your leg. Now both of your legs were being grabbed.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Was all you could manage before you disappeared from the wall, from everybody.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Everyone froze.

"Was that MC?" Asmo asked, fear evident in his voice.

Looking at where MC was supposed to be, all that was left was MC's DDD and her...keys?

"Aw..Shit man." Mammon mutters before dashing over to MC's last location.

Everyone was thrown into a state of panic. Tears uncontrollably started pouring from Luke's face.

"MC's DEAD! YOU LET HER DIE! WE'RE ALL DEAD!!!"

Everyone started looking around for MC in hopes of finding her. Where could she be anyways?

"Everyone. Let's calm down. We can assume that wherever MC is or was taken to has something to do with a place past these walls. There's no need to panic." Diavolo said, sweat rolling down his forehead.

Deep down he was as scared for MC as the brothers and the rest were. But he had to put on a strong front, because it was his duty to never cower in the face of trouble. He was the Prince of Devildom after all. Belphie was silently cursing himself for not staying with her. If he had stayed, this wouldn't have happened, would it? Satan and Barbatos were investigating the area around MC. The dirt was messed with, like something had popped out from it. Like in the horror movies, hands pop out and grab a person...but that was just fantasy. He sighed. "MC... be safe." Barbatos, while not reacting any particular way on the outside was also a bit nervous regarding MC. He liked her just as much as everyone did.

Beel was nervously glancing around. Mammon was pacing around, trying to find some sort of opening that MC may have clumsily slipped through. None. Luke sat on the ground, reminiscing on all the good times he had with MC. "Where are you..MC..?" Asmo was trying to compose himself, seeing as it would probably give him a pimple if he worried too much. He was silently hoping that MC was safe. Solomon was thinking of a possible solution as for why you disappeared. He wasn't getting anywhere. Fear and doubt were threatning to consume him, but he fought it back. Lucifer refused to swallow his pride and act worried for your well being. He was desperately searching for traces of you though. Simeon was beyond nervous. Anything could have happened to MC, and because she was a human, it would be hard for her to defend herself. He wanted to use this trip as a chance to get closer to her, too. That plan goes down the drain..

After a little more pondering, Diavolo came with the conclusion to break the wall altogether. It already had a crack in it, what's the harm? So they broke a good chunk of the wall.

After reaching past the wall, they spotted....A mansion? Yes. A huge mansion.

Suddenly, they heard a scream coming from the top right building of the mansion. Was that a zipline? Was that a...coffin..using the zipline as a form of transportation? Their questions were answered as soon as they heard another scream from the coffin.. A very familiar one.

"Ahhh! Get me out of here! I hate cramped places! You fucking-"

"AHH! That hurt, DAMN YOU!"

"NOO, I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!! HELP MEEE-AHHH!!"

That voice.

"MC!" Everyone shouted in unison.

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You heard voices calling to you. From what you could make out, it was.. everyone, you think. The coffin you were in was dark, cramped, and constantly moving. You could tell you were in the air.

"Guys! Help me!" You shouted as loud as you could, hoping they would hear you. Before you could await a response, you dropped.

You were falling inside the coffin. Where to, exactly?

Thud.

The impact of the fall shook you. How far down did you fall? The coffin cracked. You were able to pry your way out of the coffin, only to be met by a pair of maniac looking eyes.

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"HELLO DEARIE~ YOU MUST BE MY NEW TEST RIGHT? OH I CAN'T WAIT! IT'S BEEN THOUSANDS OF YEARS BEFORE I GOT TO ZOMBIFY A HUMAN! COME ON NOW, DON'T BE SHY~" The Maniac looking...wait...zombify? ZOMBIFY? He meant to zombify you? That was it. You were gonna die, right here right now!

"N-N-N.."

"N-N-N?" Go on my dear!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" You shouted, out of pure terror.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" MC screamed, which sounded like she had gotten the fright of her life.

"We were too slow to catch her! What do we do now, Lord Diavolo?" Luke asked in a panic.

"She sounds like she's in trouble. We have to get there quick- What the fuck." Mammon says, meeting the sight infront of him.

Were those.. Zombies?

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♥︎Character Request♥︎

Twisted-Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts♥︎

Trey Clover♣︎

Cater Diamon◆

Ace Trappola♥︎

Deuce Spades♠︎

Leona Kingscholar★

Jack Howl~

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Obey Me!

Lucifer◇

Mammon$

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Satan♧

Asmodeus♡

Beelzebub¤

Belphegor ♤

Diavolo☆

Barbatos¿

Simeon●

Solomon○

Luke°•

Genshin Impact

Aether

Lumine

Jean

Amber

Lisa

Kaeya

Barbara

Diluc

Razor

Venti

Klee

Bennett

Noelle

Fischl

Sucrose

Mona

Diona

Albedo

Rosaria

Eula

Mika

Xiao

Beidou

Ningguang

Xiangling

Xingqiu

Chongyun

Childe

Zhongli

Xinyan

Ganyu

Hu Tao

Yanfei

Shenhe

Yun Jin

Yelan

YaoYao

Baizhu

Kamisato Ayaka

Kaedehara Kazuha

Yoimiya

Sayu

Raiden Shogun/ Ei

Kujo Sara

Sangonomiya Kokomi

Thoma

Arartaki Itto

Gorou

Yae Miko

Kamisato Ayato

Kuki Shinobu

Shikanoin Heizou

Kirara

Tighnari

Collei

Dori

Cyno

Cadance

Nilou

Nahida

Layla

Wanderer/Scaramouche

Faruzan

Alhaitham

Dehya

Kaveh

Lyney

Lynette

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A little about Ruksa, my OC for Obey Me!

I was looking for good charts to use for my Obey Me! MC Ruksa, in case anyone wanted to know about my MC. I found one during unrelated browsing on @lorkai 's page, and then followed their link to @fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper 's page. They created this amazing template, so to them, thank you soooo much! (Sorry for tagging you without permission, I'll remove it if you prefer.)

And to you reading this, Thanks for taking an interest!

Personal - Basics

[Name] Ruksa Hiroku

[Race/Species]

Demon [] Angel [] Human [X] Other: []

[Age] 23

[Birthday] April 5

[Height] 68 inches / 5'8” /173cm

[Fingernail Polish Color(s)] None. VERY occasionally brown or grey.

[Hair color/description] Magenta hair, darker than Mephistopheles'. Waist length, usually in a high ponytail.

[Identifying Features] Scar that runs through the right eye. A small explosion caused shrapnel to fly everywhere, and a piece of the tank got embedded in my eye. I am 90% blind in that eye, but I heard people dig scars... (;

Personal - In-depth

[Gender | Pronoun(s)] Female, she/her

[Sexual/Romantic Orientation] Bisexual, leans toward straight.

[Occupation Before Devildom Life] Mechanic.

[Favorite Color(s)] Brown, Red, Grey, and Black

[Personality]

MBTI: ESTJ-A (Calm and collected instead of emotional responses.)

Zodiac: Aries

Personal - Other

[Likes] Cooking, Drinking, Hiking, Travel, fixing things, delicate work (think painting miniatures or making circuit boards).

[Dislikes] Her human family, Bland food, Hangovers, Children and Fighting.

[Positive Traits] Will help someone out if they need it, comforting friends/family, Taking the lead in groups.

[Negative Traits] Taking the lead in groups (you know some people hate it), Stubborn independence, Turning into a rage tornado when someone pisses her off or messes with her work (So mad Satan is Proud. Hence why shes hates fighting. Not because she dislikes Satan, just that she gets so angry).

Relationships

• Fears | Dislikes | Acquaintances | Friends | Close Friends | Crush | Loves | Indifferent | Tolerates | Respects | Suspicious

[With Demons]

Lucifer – Friends / Respects.

Mammon – Close Friends / Tolerates.(Sometimes he can be a bit much).

Leviathan – Friends / Tolerates.(just because I pass out on you doesn't mean you have to SCREAM about it. My ears, Levi.).

Satan – Close Friends.

Asmodeus – Dislikes / Tolerates.[Sometimes I want to punch his pretty-boy face].

Beelzebub – Close Friends / Respects He always gives honest feedback on my food. It's improved a lot since I first came to the Devildom, but he still eats too much...

Belphegor – Acquaintances / Suspicious. He DID try to kill me... He does feel bad... But I'm not ready to forgive him yet. I'm still bitter.

Diavolo – Acquaintances / Respects. I suppose I wouldn't mind becoming friends, but his immature plans are almost worse than the brothers'. He's the future king, and he's getting on the right path by tying to make peace with the realms, even if that meant disappearing suddenly.

Barbatos – Loves / Respects / Secret Observer. Yeah, I watch him in class. I still pay attention and get good grades, so I'm allowed to indulge. I wouldn't want to make his life and his work harder though, so I'll just watch.

[With Angels]

Simeon – Acquaintances / Suspicious. He's hiding something. He is probably the evil angel of the Celestial Realm, or something. He hides things and is cunning and suave. He's good, but I'll be there when he slips up.

Luke – Dislikes/ Tolerates. I don't like kids. I put up with him because he is an angel, and occasionally does profound things... I don't like children.

Michael – Unknown. He's a shiny voice I think I heard once..

[With Humans]

Solomon – Dislikes / Respects / Suspicious. He's powerful and stuff, sure, and can be fun to hang around with in small doses, but he's also shady and hides things. If I had one guess as to how he nearly died and became immortal, it was that a reaper took pity on his dumb ass for the “food” he “cooked”, but cursed him to only like the food that killed him. Eventually his brain cells rotted and he forgotit killed him...

Favorite Things About the Devildom

[Favorite Job(s)] Ristorante Six & The Royal Library

[Favorite Place(s) to Hang at] Mammon's Car – I barely have anywhere to even LOOK at cars, let alone touch them! Demon Lord's Castle – There are just so many rooms to explore, and I do love coming for tea..

[Favorite Food(s)] Lava Fruit pie, and Pasta with Shadow Hog meat.

[Favorite Class Subject(s)] Potions & Poisons (Learned a food poisoning antidote, it's a life-saver!!), Devildom Food & Drink, and Math.

[Favorite Devildom Version of Something from the Human World] The Devildom Symphony Orchestra, those Blue Crystal flowers (Forget what they're called, sure I have the demonet [internet?], but, I don't wanna look it up).

Least Favorite Things About the Devildom

[Least Favorite Job(s)] The Fall & Akuzon Delivery Center

[Least Favorite Places to Go] None that I can think of off the top of my head. Maybe that snowy mountain? Reminds me too much of home, I suppose..

[Least Favorite Foods] Solomon's cooking, but I think that's a given..? Any of the three Realm's instant noodles... Oh, and Bufo Egg Milk Tea. I know it's just bubble tea, but when they throw that it's a creature's eggs into the mix.. No.

[Disliked Class Subject(s)] Human History. It's just history of what demons did to influence our history... Devildom Law (Yawn), and Drama.

[Stuff that Can be Considered a Negative About the Devildom] They don't accept my driver's license here! I have to start from scratch, and it's a two year program! I'm furious! ...Ugh, I'll just work on engines to cool off..

Personality Chart

Thanks again! I'll be adding some art I made myself, as well as some Picrew avatars I liked.

This might be for a fic that is totally self-serving if I ever get around to posting it.

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me ocs #obey me mc #ruksa's creations

[cryptidowl]

I have a few story snippets I’ve written out but never shared. This one might be my favorite of the lot, so take a peek at it. Writing isn’t my forte, so let me know what you think!

Slight Beel x Female MC (my MC, Robin)

Real missing Robin hours

Her knees were caked in dirt as she dug the spade into the ground. Some chamomile, lavender, and maybe valerian, she pondered, moving to stand and dropping her tool haphazardly. 

Stepping back, she weaved around the mess of tools in her path, heading for the sprouts she had been germinating. Stepping up to her tables, she clicked her tongue, the valerian needed a few more days. She lifted her tray of chamomile sprouts, reaching for her watering can, before her D.D.D rang.

“Hello?” she hummed, moving to cradle the device between her shoulder and cheek, turning to walk back to her discarded spade.

“Robin, you picked up” the groggy voice on the other end murmured. 

“That’s what you’re supposed to do when someone calls you, Beel” 

“It’s early,” he squeezed his pillow to his face, hiding his flushed cheeks.

“Is it?” She muttered, drawing her phone away as she eyed the time, “not for me at least”

She tapped the speaker button, kneeling back down and balancing the phone on the nearby garden bed, “You’re usually up working out by now, you alright?”

He didn’t respond, staring ahead at his slumbering twin.

The silence sent a pang through her heart, the nightmares were back. She grabbed another sprout clump and got to work, waiting to see if he wanted to talk. He kept silent.

“... Diavolo told me that he’s working to find an easier way to send packages between realms.” She hummed, lightly breaking up the soil and roots on the next sprout, “as soon as he figures that out, I have to send you all human realm care packages.”

His ears perked up, “Those have snacks in them, right?”

She smiled, “Yes, Beel. They usually have snacks.”

He smiled into his pillow.

“I’ll send you one with all snacks,” she decided, “some junk food that I enjoy, some homemade desserts that can handle the transit, and maybe some teas”

“Tea?” 

“I run a shop up here, and I use some of my product to make teas,” she got to work breaking up another clump of roots. “They’re always mixed with a tiny bit of magic depending on the brew, mostly just the brews meant to help with sleep”

“Belphie will love those,”

“I’ll be sure to send him extra, but I meant some for you. I have a few brews that help with getting to sleep,” she paused, “or helping ease the mind to stay asleep.”

He pressed his face further into the pillow and muttered something

“Beel?”

“… Thanks,” 

“Of course,”

A comfortable silence hung over the two, Beel finally drew his face from his pillow, “Hey, Robin?”

“Yes?”

“If you could come back to the Devildom, would you?”

“In a heartbeat”

He grinned for a moment, reveling in her quick answer. “Come back soon, I miss you”

“I’ll see what I can do, Beel” she leaned back onto her haunches “Now hurry onto your workout, Mammon’ll get huffy if he finds out you called today”

“Oh yeah,” he straightened his legs out, moving to stand, “Bye, Robin.”

“Bye Beel”

He hesitated for a moment before he ended the call, he stared down at the now blank screen. A slow smile blossomed across his face as he dropped his phone back onto the bed and got ready to start his day.

#it's old and hasn't been read by anyone but me but whatever #i still like this one #forgive how iffy it is #obey me #cryptic writings #beel #mc robin

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hii! May I get a Diavolo senario where mc turns into a demon (either after dying or just getting turn into one to stay in Hell) and ends up marrying Dia to become future queen but she turns into a "royal demon" and her horns and stuff get gold parts like his horns and she gets more powerful? Sorry that was a lot but it's been in my head for a bit lol

Ooo~ a request for my favourite 'undateable'!! I'll try to fulfil your request to best of my ability and as always, thank you for requesting!

I do like to keep my work gender neutral so sorry if it doesn't come across as a 'female' MC, I tried to make sure there was a difference

Diavolo and his demon! MC wife (female MC)

Power and control

You weren't always a demon; you originally was a human who was 'randomly' selected to go to the devildom as an exchange student. Whilst you were there you had to learn demon history and culture, surprised to see angels amongst you as other exchange students.

But everything changed when you fell into the company of a certain demon prince. You were drawn to him. He always seemed approachable and friendly; excited to learn and be as helpful as he can be. You needed that kind of presence after living with the demon brother's. They were too much.

You often found yourself spending time at the castle with the prince. Growing closer until seeing you in his bedroom waiting for his arrival was expected.

The two of you danced between your feelings for each other; being too romantic to be just friends but too worried to be anything else. He was a prince, a demon and you, you were a human. You had no status.

It only made the end of the exchange program more painful; knowing this could be the last you see each other.

But, you were no longer human. You couldn't keep relying on magic and phone calls anymore. You wanted- no NEEDED to be in the Devildom. That was your life and home. You had nothing in the human world. You didn't have him.

So you did what any human would do for their demon lover. You let yourself become a demon through magic and sadly a morbid mean.

When he first saw you with your horns and tail he thought he was dreaming; his precious human was no longer human! But sporting two long horns and a slim pointed tail.

He embraced you and your new form instantly. Overjoyed he could have you by his side forever; he wasn't fully on board with the idea before but seeing how happy you were now he couldn't say no. Besides it was already done and there was no return to being a human.

Soon enough, you two stopped dancing around your feelings and just accepted each others love. Being shamelessly romantic and lovey Infront of people though to your credit; it was accidental.

You were pretty sure you horrified Lucifer when he barged into Diavolos office and saw you on his desk. You two were mid make out and didn't notice the new person in the room.

It didn't take long for him to propose. He was deeply in love with you. Nothing made him happier than your presence.

And now you're here; his future queen and one ceremony away from becoming the second most powerful demon in the Devildom.

You were wearing a lavish dress; showing off each curve and bump on your body. You couldn't help but mess with the bust of the dress; trying to adjust it so it sit comfortably on your chest.

Suddenly, hands ran along your sides. Hot breathing fanning your cheek as Dia bent down to your level.

"you look beautiful, my Queen, gold always looked good on you."

Your hands traced along the jewelry decorating your horns. A soft smile growing on your face as you felt your future husband's magic flow through it. An early wedding gift.

You could feel yourself growing stronger each day; awaiting for the final ceremony. The jewelry was to help contain your magic.

"I'm not queen yet but gold has always been your Colour."

You turn to face him, caressing the gold on his horns.

"I love you, you're the greatest blessing in my life, I'd trade all the gold I own just to have you by my side everyday."

His lips moved against your skin; kissing every inch of it that he could place his lips on. Fingers slightly digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, keeping you flushed against him.

"Seeing how this relationship is going you won't have to, unless you're trying to say I'm not glued to your side enough." You teased.

You grabbed his furred cape; you doubt there was any space left between you but you still tugged him closer.

"should I be closer? Hold you even tighter, my lord?"

He hummed; relishing in the way you felt against him. He was surprised you couldn't hear the way his heart was racing.

"yes, my love, and I will hold you everyday so we are never apart."

#obey me shall we date #obey me #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me demon prince #demon!mc #Obey me imagine #obey me headcanon #obey me au #obey me demon mc #diavolo x reader #female reader #obey me x female reader #Diavolo x female ready #self insert #non gender neutral

[married-to-google-translater]

May I request Diavolo x female reader please?

Diavolo

Diavolo would sometimes be a little possessive.

He wants all demons to know that you are his partner.

Just wait for the best treatment.

You are his queen.

Before starting the relationship, Diavolo would like to ask you a few things.

How many children do you want?

Will you return home to pick up your stuff or move in directly to him.

Are you ready for an eternal commitment?

He just wants to make sure you know what you’re up to.

Being a partner of a demon prince is not always the easiest option.

There is a lot of responsibility involved.

But on the other hand, this brings credibility to his attempt to bring peace between the three worlds.

Especially after you get an heir.

Diavolo can also be really romantic when he tries.

Lots of expensive gifts.

Really lots of kisses and would like.

Diavolo needs a lot of attention.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me imagine #obey me imagines #obey me headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me! #obey me! imagines #obey me! imagine #diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo imagine #diavolo imagines #diavolo headcanon #diavolo headcanons #obey me diavolo

[sassykattery]

Dollface, Pt 11

Welcome to the finale– are you ready to take the plunge?

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Smut: piv, multiple rounds and creampie, breeding kink (but no mention of offspring), size difference, f! receiving penetration. Passion/romance driven sex. Hair pulling. Explicit mentions of male and female genitalia.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Mammon. Satan. Beel. Belphie. Levi. Asmo. Lucifer. Barbatos.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Sex. Smut. Diavolo x fem! MC.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy

"My lord, we should talk," Barbatos stated, seeing Diavolo sitting at one of the couches in the penthouse. His human lover was asleep in their bedroom while he started to do recovery on everything he'd missed for the last several months.

"Yes, Barbatos, I figured you'd come by eventually. I'm starting on all the meetings I've missed with the nobledemons and their grievances," the prince replied, sitting back and holding a document up to read.

"I meant about the young mistress," Barbatos replied.

"Oh, yes, what is it?" Diavolo immediately looked up and set the page down.

"My lord, are we really certain about bringing her to the Devildom? Yes, we have the sorcerer, but are we really wanting to do this? I thought there was more you wanted to do before deciding who–"

"Barbatos," Diavolo sighed. "I think you know as well as I do that my mind is set on this. I'm not leaving her here."

"I really must implore you to think harder about this. I understand you'd like to keep her but would you be putting her in more danger by doing so?" Barbatos persisted.

Meanwhile, a particular and curious Demon of Pride slipped into the master suite while the prince and his butler argued in the living room. Lucifer looked around, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He never knew a human to prefer it as much as she did. Quietly, he sauntered over to the bed where the sleeping human lay, all bundled up in the covers like a burrito. The demon sat on the edge closest to her and peered down at her. He could see just her face peaking out, her eyes closed.

"Sweet little lamb all wrapped up in her nest, not knowing the demon who watches as she lays to rest," he murmured to her.

She stirred some, and he watched with interest. When she was done, he slid in further to seat himself next to her. Carefully, he peeled back the covers, seeing her messy hair in a bun, wearing just a black lacey bralette. He grazed a knuckle against her cool cheek, then tracing a finger down her neck and clavicle. She was so smooth and soft to him. His eyes wandered down, seeing her breasts squished together so perfectly. He rather liked how she looked, her skin softly gleaming with the little light available, her body curvy and plush like the finest dessert he wanted to devour.

Yes, much more like a wolf and his little lamb he wanted to keep very close in his clutches.

He looked around the room then, taking it all in as he thought to himself, that was, until a little warm hand reached out to touch his.

"Lucifer," she murmured. His eyes darted toward her barely open ones.

"How do you know?" He whispered. Certainly, this human couldn't tell in such darkness, right?

"Voice," she croaked, "and cologne."

Lucifer smirked to himself and leaned down closer to her, tilting his head.

"Where's Diavolo?" She murmured again, trying to find her voice.

"Currently arguing with Barbatos in the living room," he replied. He saw her expression shift to worry, and he placed his large hand over her abdomen to gently push down. "It's being handled. Just rest in here for now." She nodded, so he brought his hand up to run his fingers over her eyes, closing them. "Shhh..."

He then got up and left the master suite to inquire about the current torrent of back and forth between the prince and his butler. He overheard that the woman was the topic of discussion, and walked in.

"If I may?" Lucifer suddenly interrupted, rounding the corner into the living room. "I've sent my brothers out on some errands. But I'd like to interject as well," he added.

"Go on," Diavolo replied.

"She's not an ordinary human. When we were on the plane, I had the privilege of speaking to her," the Avatar explained. "She is actually the last soul I ever made as an archangel. This human woman has my blessings."

"Really?" Diavolo asked and sat forward, his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands together.

"Barbatos, my brothers and I are already quite taken with her. I don't see as to why she couldn't fill the role," Lucifer admitted to Barbatos. The butler sighed and looked askance.

"If she's blessed, then at least she stands some chance of survival in our realm. And more than anything, she is our charge. Anyone seen taking a stand against her presence would be taking a stand against the crown," Diavolo added.

The butler sighed and walked to the windows to think. Barbatos finally raised a brow. "You made her, Lucifer? What did you bless her with?" He turned to face the Morningstar.

Lucifer was quiet.

"Lucifer? What did you give her?" Diavolo asked the same question again.

"... Everything. I gave her everything," the fallen archangel finally answered. "She's blessed with many talents and favors. When I made her, I put my entire heart into her, not knowing why I was even making her. She's... highly favored."

The other demons sat there a bit speechless, something they didn't feel terribly often. They finally looked back at one another before looking at Lucifer.

"... If that's the case, we must take her," Barbatos stated.

With bleary eyes, she looked around the room she was in. The woman sat up and looked around. It was still dark in their room, just as Diavolo had left it. She vaguely remembered Lucifer coming in briefly to see her, though just barely so.

"Dia?" She called out softly.

When she received no reply, she slipped out from under the covers and padded over to the closet. She pawed through it and found a simpler lounge set of crimson velour pants and a plain black t-shirt. Once dressed, she left the bedroom and walked around the penthouse. It was completely empty, and she began to become anxious at the profound lack of anyone around. In the kitchen, she finally found a note.

"I had some food sent up to the room. It should be arriving when you wake up. Eat and watch some TV, I'll see you soon," –Diavolo

Her head tilted, and just as she placed the note down, the doorbell rang. Surprised, to say the least, she walked to the door and saw a delivery man in the peep hole. They exchanged pleasantries after she opened the door, and she took the food when they were done.

Sitting in the living room, she did as told, eating her takeout and putting on a romantic comedy. She felt very alone and anxious, but did her best to listen to Diavolo. Occasionally, she got up to use the bathroom or another drink from the fridge.

It was nearly three hours in, and one and a half movies later, they still weren't back. She was growing more concerned until she started feeling sleepy. The thought to go to bed crossed her mind, but it was like her body was so heavy that she couldn't make it. The couch was good enough for her, she thought, as she laid down and closed her eyes.

Minutes later, she was awake again, but this time, it was completely dark in the penthouse, with no light coming from the city below the windows. She could hear rain hitting the window but couldn't even see it. It wasn't minutes, it was hours that had gone by as she saw 3:33 on the digital clock nearby.

"Diavolo?" She called out again. No answer. Dread and fear began coursing through her body. She had no way of contacting anyone with her own cell phone, and all he said was they would see each other soon.

"Come here," she heard a whisper say from the penthouse door. Her head whipped around to look in the direction she heard it from.

"No," she called back, treading carefully. She knew from how it sounded that it was inhuman, and knowing about the supernatural world as she did, it wasn't far-fetched to think it was a spirit.

"Come. You want to see him, yes?" It whispered again.

"You won't help me. Begone," she barked, standing her ground. The voice chuckled quietly.

"Don't be so quick to cast me out, girl. Your soul may be old, but I have existed longer than most stars in all universes," the whisper replied.

She then quietly stood, walking toward the door. "Okay, fine. Here I am," she replied.

"Closer, dove, I need you at the door," the voice beckoned again.

With her brows furrowed, arms folded, and back straight, she approached and stood within inches of the door. "Now what?"

"Little lamb, old soul, sweet girl, you are called to a new place," the door replied. "Hark, think back to the times you fell out of step with mortals, when you knew things no one else did but had no explanation for how you did, or how the spirits sought your company, yet you felt compelled to deny them."

"I remember..." she answered, feeling slightly dizzy, but more like she was experiencing vertigo as everything became even darker around her, to the point that not a single lumen of light could be seen.

"You were blessed by Lucifer himself, a doll for the darkness, a lamb for the light, a soul for the saved and damned. Many adore, lust for, and want you, but only the select few were only ever meant to keep you. Those few have come to take you home, to bestow great gifts and charms upon you in this new life they offer."

"... What must I do?" She asked, her words beginning to slur as she held her head in her hand.

"Sit at the right of the right hand and at the left of the crown," it answered cryptically. "Wear the crown of thorns and carry it high above your subjects. Let them see you, let them drown themselves in your empathy. And let the sovereign grovel before you, worshipping your being as you lay the path to his dreams simply by walking along his circuit. They shall all love you, and you shall love them. You will redeem rewards you longed for your entire life for your deeds, malicious and benevolent."

She stared at the door, listening to every word. Even as it spoke, she comprehended it was speaking in another language, yet she could understand every word. Blinking a few times, she finally felt clarity as the pain subsided.

"Is this the way to his home?" She asked, placing a hand on the door. Immediately, three circles began to etch into the door, as if someone was holding a woodburner pen to it.

The first circle on the left was filled with the design of a crown, embellished with precious stones and harsh thorns. "The Emperor" was listed below it. The third circle on the right was filled with a set of beautiful, intricate scales, perfectly balanced with a feather and a boulder on each platform. "Justice" was listed below it. Finally, the middle circle began to fill itself. There was a line down the middle, and each half was filled with half of a very familiar face. Her own face appeared on the left, and the prince's on the right in high detail. Below it read "The Lovers."

"Make your choice, little lamb."

Her eyes were wide as she took in the scene, her breathing becoming feather-light and heart pounding in her chest.

She swallowed thickly and reached up high on the door, letting her fingers drag across the warm wood.

"Take me home."

The door became untouchable with fiery heat, and it suddenly disappeared but left the smoldering images hanging in mid-air.

Beyond the burning glyphs, she looked past them and saw two glaring crimson eyes glaring down at her, as if it was further down the hallway.

"A wise choice," the figure said, coming closer. "Are you afraid?" It sounded nothing like the whisper from the door. This sounded like the chorus of all the voices she's heard her whole life, the ones she ignored or turned away in favor of trying to lead a normal life. And it was finally in this moment who she's seen and heard all these years.

"Just of the uncertainty. Not of you," she answered. "I know you."

"And I know you, lamb. And you will get to know me more and the life you were meant to have."

A shadowy hand extended toward her, illuminated by the burning glyphs.

"Take my hand, and I'll take you home, darling."

She saw something in her peripheral and saw the colors coming into focus to show her the childhood bedroom she was leaving behind. Her life. Her parents. Everything she ever knew.

Looking back to the hand waiting for her, she took another deep breath before trailing her glowing gaze up toward the large crimson orbs that watched her.

"Will it hurt?" She asked, her hand raised with her palm up, not extending it past her own frame.

"Not at all. I'm here to ensure your safe delivery. Your body and soul will remain in tact."

She nodded and looked at the burning epitaph before her, studying their shape and meanings.

"I want to see you," she stated. She felt the being's hesitation and added, "Like this. Don't change to your human form."

"Then you will be afraid," he answered.

"You've been in my mind the entire time. I've seen you in corners and beyond the edges of the halls," she insisted. "I want this."

Unable to resist the temptation, the figure stepped forward, the light before her subtly illuminating his form. She craned her head back. It was at least ten foot tall, the entire body a blanket of black soot and shadow, the outlines of the form hazy with vapors. To the more solid parts of the body, they shined dully. Her eyes trailed upward to find hard-cut abs and a highly muscular frame. It was only when she finally found the beast's face that she was a little stunned. The shape never stayed consistent, the vapors fluctuating between a lion, goat, humanoid, to something that could only he described as demonic. The face finally settled on a mix of humanoid and demonic. He had a sharp nose and high cheekbones, horrifyingly beautiful with his crimson eyes and wicked smile lined with bloody teeth. Large batlike black wings riddled with falling black feathers twitched behind him.

"... Satisfied?"

"Yes, thank you... Lucifer," she answered. He held out his ghostly black hand to her again. "... I'm ready."

He smiled again, licking his teeth. "We'll see."

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she placed her small hand in his much larger one, his long fingers with talons curling around her fist. His touch was simultaneously warm and cool. He tugged her in close, looking down at her. "Hang on."

Lucifer bent down to sweep her up into his arms, cradling her bridal style. He turned and began walking down the hallway that was slowly becoming illuminated with every step he took. They shined from looking wet, as if they were in a sewer. She laid her head against his chest.

He stopped and waved his hand over her face, causing her eyes to close. "Rest, my lamb, we'll be there soon."

In milliseconds, she was asleep again, and he took off running down the halls of hell, speeding past the souls of the damned, the circles of each sinful ring a blur. Though it was a long and treacherous journey for anyone else, for one of hell's most feared occupants, he had no trouble traversing its distance. He flew up toward the hellish skies, passing the brimstone fires, hail, and electrical storms. Though she may have been intrigued, he wanted to save such a journey for when she was more prepared.

Thunders and cracks of lightning spurred around him as he flew through the tunnel connecting hell to the residential realm of demons: the Devildom. In reality, it took hours to make the trek, but to him, it felt like minutes.

With a loud thud, Lucifer touched down in the center of the Student Council Room at RAD, his wings wrapped around himself and his cargo. He was breathing hard and reorienting himself in his humanistic form again. As the cloak of hell's overcast dissipated, he took a deep breath and looked up, his wings unfurling to reveal the little bundle in his arms.

"Thank you, Lucifer. Right on time as always," Diavolo called out, taking his seat at the head chair in his own demonic form, draconic wings and tail slowly dissipating. He snapped his fingers and returned to his regular form again. "I hope the gates behaved. The spirits were a little unruly from her presence."

"It was fine," Lucifer replied, gently setting the woman down on the floor. His brothers began to file into the room, chatting amongst themselves as they saw her laying there on the floor. They briefly checked in with Diavolo, reporting on their efforts to prepare for their new arrival. After Lucifer laid her out more comfortably, making sure she was put together, he stepped away and straightened his uniform before taking a seat beside his brothers below Diavolo.

"Are we ready?" Diavolo asked, setting his papers down and looking around to make sure everything was in place.

The brothers sounded off their readiness in reply, enthusiastic for their new member.

"Lucifer," Diavolo ordered, leaving his command unspoken. Lucifer raised his hand and snapped his fingers, rebuking his spell.

Everyone went silent as they all watched her. It took nearly a minute before she started to stir, her eyes unfocused and trying to open unsuccessfully. Her vision was tilted, her head swimming as she fought to orient herself again. The air pressure felt different, her body felt somehow lighter, and the air smelled much different, like spice and crisp autumn leaves. This wasn't earth, and she knew it pretty quickly.

While she regained consciousness, Diavolo watched nervously. His golden gaze was trained solely on her as she started to try and prop herself up on an elbow.

"My head..." she groaned softly.

The prince flinched but ultimately stayed in his seat. He had seen her last just merely half a day prior, but he had missed her so much. And entrusting her with Lucifer was not easy, but he was grateful it went as well as it did.

Finally, she sat up fully, leaning on one arm as she used her free hand to rub her eyes. She blinked a few times and let her eyes adjust to the new lightning, as it was dimmer than before. It was then that she looked up and saw all her companions from before smiling down at her, waiting patiently. Her eyes darted up to the large red-head sitting in the chief judge's chair that smiled down at his beloved human.

Diavolo stood slowly.

"Welcome to the Devildom... Taylor."

I hope you enjoyed! This has been the finale of Dollface. As I wrote this story, I knew the direction I wanted to go, and it evolved to how *I* came to the Devildom in a joint story of Diavolo's mishap in becoming a doll. My name is Taylor IRL, so I apologize if you may have been confused at the end. But I wanted to make this a story that most everyone could enjoy, and be reader insert minus a few choice places. Insert your own name at the end!

Thanks for reading!

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i don't know if you accept requests but if you do- PLEASE make a continuation of the Diavolo x reader The Princes Lover 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 Your writing is so beautiful and well written and I just need to read more 🥺🥺💗💗

Good for you I actually imagined something for that when I was writing the ending of the original one, so here we go! [Part 1]

Warning: Lemon, Yandere, Whipping, Fingering, Forced Orgasm, Non-Con, Possessiveness, Female Body Parts on the Reader, Nudity, Lingerie, Manipulation

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Nothing could have prepared you for your punishment.

Pushing you inside your room, three new maids awaited you with stern expressions, much different than the ones that surrounded you before. They weren't friendly nor excited to see you. Didn't seem to care much—at least not for you. Diavolo passed you by, marching towards a seat turned around to face the bed with a table standing close by, serving Demonus and sweets to him, which he gladly picked from. With a deep breath, he sunk into the cushions, crossing his legs and gesturing to the maids who were waiting for his command to begin.

"What's going on?" you asked warily as you were approached, none of the servants bothering to explain as they surrounded you. Nervously, you backed up, trying to open the door in your back, but no matter how much you shook the handle, it wouldn't budge. You had no choice but to try to get away to the side, but they cornered you between the three of them before you could get out of their reach.

"I got something for you," Diavolo finally explained, Barbatos filling a glass with Demonus for him, which he appraised with satisfaction. "You know all I ever want is the best for you."

Three pairs of hands reached for you simultaneously, gripping the fabric of your clothes - garments that cost more than most people had to live with for a year - and with one rough yank, they came undone. Hundreds of jewels embedded in the fabric fell to the floor loudly, and the heavy clothes left you as you were stripped bare, right then and there in front of unfamiliar eyes which seemed to judge you silently.

Embarrassment came over you as the maids hastily discarded what was once a beautifully crafted dress, fit of a princess, or even an empress. They weren't of the chatty, funny type you had been surrounded with until this incident. All of them were cold and uncaring as they picked and tore away on you until you only had your hands left to cover yourself. All while Diavolo waited, sipping his drink and getting it refilled every time he returned his amused gaze to you, inspecting every inch of your body with barely concealed hunger in his eyes.

One of the maids picked up the unseemingly torn gown as soon as it was off you, while another one left to get a package sitting by the bedside. She returned quickly as you searched for a way to get out of this situation, flee into a bathroom or a closet. But your planning for an escape was interrupted by Diavolo speaking up again. However, this time, he wasn't looking at you, swiveling the alcohol in his glass thoughtfully instead.

"I wanted to give it to you when you returned to your room this afternoon. I even came back early today, but alas, here is not where I found you. Instead, I had to learn that my darling human was nowhere to be found actually. Do you know how that feels?"

It didn't pass you that Diavolo sounded upset despite the tired smile dancing on his lips. He didn't need to mind his manners in your presence, but you seemed to have angered him enough for him to do it naturally to keep face. Whatever was going on inside, he wasn't ready to let go of it yet, but you knew him better than most people, all of this not going undetected. He might have already ravished you if not for the other people in the room, and for that, you were thankful.

The two maids returned, handing the third one that kept you in place while the others were gone, the - now open - box. You glanced inside, seeing nothing but pretty, black lace, entirely without any cover. It would be like floral tattoos across your skin but hiding nothing of it as clothes should. It wasn't the first time Diavolo presented you with lingerie, and it would probably not be the last. You never wore them since you found it pointless, much to his dismay. There was no way in hell you'd make him that kind of happy out of your own free will.

But without any indications, your hands were caught by the maids to your sides, pulled from your body just like the dress had been. They pinned them against the wall behind you, however, no matter how much you struggled, you couldn't free yourself. The last maid pulled out the thin fabric, held together by strings, and began to put them on you. Being served as much as to completely lose your autonomy had never been something you could feel comfortable with. But now, without a chance to escape them, you had no other choice but to endure her unfamiliar, gloved hands traveling all over your body, draping you in the see-through lace.

She made pretty bows on every knot but didn't regard how tight she tied them around your neck and legs. Half of your skin wasn't even graced by the lace, only your breasts and the front of your sex. Maybe the designer ran out of fabric before he could make a proper garment. Still, you couldn't shake the feeling that it would have cost you a leg and an arm to buy this, no matter how little fabric there was.

"Diavolo, is that necessary?" you asked him, pleading with him through your eyes. The maid disappeared from view as she kneeled down to tie the last knots on your hips and legs, pulling the string that went through your legs and up your butt uncomfortably tight. You weren't sure if she was doing it on purpose or if she had no regard for how loose or tight she had to do something. Nonetheless, every time you so much as moved your legs, it pressed up into your pussy, teasing the knob between your legs.

"I'm not sure," he feigned uncertainty, shrugging his shoulders. "Was hiding really necessary?"

His counter-question didn't surprise you, though it was annoying. "It was," you grumbled. "I needed a break from... this."

Flapping your hands, you vainly gestured around you, still in the grip of the maids. Diavolo glowered at you from his chair, emptying his glass before wiping his mouth. Unconcerned, the glass shattered to the ground as he threw it with a swipe of his hand, a new one being filled dutifully by Barbatos who had the decency to not even look at you, which you appreciated. It made him seem like the only sane person in the room.

"You don't even know how good you have it here," Diavolo hissed through his teeth, the tension in his toned muscles clearly visible no matter how relaxed he tried to look, sitting in his chair. Snipping his fingers, the maids began to move again, bringing your hands in front of you. Fur the shade of the one you saw Diavolo wear before was wrapped around your wrists. But underneath, you could feel solid iron, cold as it cut into your flesh from how recklessly the maids tied it around your skin. Chains, thin but sturdy, were led from you over to the bed, where a ring was dangling from the gaudy bed frame.

The same maid working on you followed the chain - which seemed endless, but you knew better than to judge a magical item in this world carelessly - stretching out her arm to pull the chain through the ring awaiting it. You never noticed it before, but it seemed to be conveniently placed right in front of Diavolo. The latter took the chain impatiently as it was handed to him, gripped it tightly in his fist before giving it a test pull. The jolt reached you immediately, making you stumble forward and out of the corner you had backed up into. The more he wrapped around his hand, the closer you were forced towards the bed, the maids not lifting a finger to help you as you tried to ram your heels into the ground in vain.

Quicker than you could prepare yourself, you were right under the ring, arms stretched into the air to accommodate the firm tension on the chain. An exasperated sigh escaped you. Now you were perfectly presented to the prince—pretty and caught in his grip, just like he liked it. The maids collected behind his chair as he appraised their work. Taking his sweet time, he looked you up and down, taking in every detail on the lace. You wanted to hide, cover up your shamelessly nude body even though this wasn't the first time he saw you naked. But this semi-nudeness was almost naughtier than anything you two had done before, provoking and inviting him at the same time. This was worse than just being a pretty accessory on Diavolo's bed for him to manhandle.

"Beautiful," Diavolo finally sighed, satisfied with what he was seeing. He handed the glass back to Barbatos, who was waiting still waiting on him, silently, cooperative to his misdoings. With a lazy wave, Diavolo made the maids bow, and they left together with Diavolo's butler, making you wish they'd take the prince with them.

"If only you knew," he smiled, admiringly dragging his eyes over every curve of your body. "If only you knew how amazing you are. From the moment I met you, I knew that you are all I need to be happy."

You couldn't say the same about him, merely avoiding your gaze and staring longingly at the door that the servants just left through. What kind of opinion they must have about you—first murdering one of them and then having to prepare you like a fish on a platter for the prince. They probably had no opinion at all and a vow of silence on top. But you couldn't shake your own regrets and shame even after all this time. If only you hadn't hidden that day. If only he had never caught you.

It was enough to bring you to tears, to make you pity yourself more than anything. No one deserved this treatment, but especially not you.

"Oh, Sweetheart," he soothed you gently, finally standing up to walk over to you. Lifting your head with his fingers and curling them under your chin. The chain in his hand rattled as Diavolo made you look up at him, always reminding you of what he was doing. Of who was in charge, and who obviously wasn't. "Don't cry. There's no reason for you to cry yet. You still don't understand it, do you?"

Nodding your head, you let out an involuntarily sob. "I do!" you confessed. "I won't do it again. So, please..."

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, Diavolo trying to find any sign of dishonesty in your words before he smiled. But it wasn't a smile of relief or forgiveness, and you felt the cold shudder of helplessness run down your back. "I simply can't believe you," Diavolo confessed, slowly rubbing his lips over yours affectionately. "You keep disappointing me. No matter how hard I try to make your life better, you run and hide and make others miserable. Do you ever think about anyone else but yourself?"

No, you didn't. But what were you supposed to do when the imaginary noose he put around your neck seemed to tighten every day? He didn't have to make the servants miserable with looking after you. He didn't have to give you this life you didn't want. There would have been no disappointment if he didn't decide to go crazy on you, and yet, it was all your fault? Pushing the blame back and forth was useless as Diavolo would never accept your side of things.

"And most importantly: you hurt me. I can't stop thinking of you, hardly eat without you present. And now, I won't be able to fulfill my duties knowing you are getting lost in the castle on purpose. It drives me insane. You drive me insane."

His hands wandering, they met the lace, then your bare skin, then the strings attached around your body. All his greedy hands could touch before he finally settled on your thighs beneath your butt was explored, and he gave them a rough squeeze. Taking a sharp breath, he clearly enjoyed it as yours hitched at the same time, Diavolo continuing to fondle your asscheeks even though you writhed in his hold. Almost as if to say your body was all his to play with, no matter what.

"Maybe I wasn't thorough enough teaching you when you came here for your exchange year. It doesn't seem like you learned anything, and I bet you don't even know the first, most important thing there is." Kissing your temple, Diavolo finally let go of you, stretching his hand to the side. From the corner of your eyes, you saw the glimmers of magic dancing over his palm. However, after all he just said to you, you were too afraid to look at it and break the eye contact you two had, possibly displeasing him further.

"You are mine. You belong here, and I am all you should be concerning yourself with. I hope you'll learn your lesson this time, running and hiding isn't an option, and I am growing impatient, my Dear."

Bringing the object in his palm closer, you finally tore your eyes away from him, glancing at the new, brilliant black and shining riding crop he held, long and sturdy just from the looks of it. "I'll help you burn it into your mind," he whispered into your ear before finally withdrawing. His chair flew closer, making him sit uncomfortably close, your eyes meeting as he smiled at you. You no longer knew how to feel after all he just said—scared, angry, thankful?

Yanking at the chain again, you felt a surge of magic going through it, lifting you just a tiny bit higher and forcing you onto your tiptoes. Without proper balance, you had to follow the guidance of the chain, slowly turning you around with your rear now facing Diavolo instead of your front. You knew it was time to say your prayers if you had any. His punishments were hardly endurable until now, never even anywhere near bearable. It wouldn't be a punishment if it didn't hurt for at least another week afterwards, but the riding crop was new. Usually, his hand had sufficed to smack, grip, and fondle you, and the new tool made you anxiously await its application.

You've gotten yourself in a very different kind of trouble this time, that much was sure. It made you question your choices and if the small amount of freedom in your hideout had been worth all of this.

Biting your lip, you waited for the inevitable, trembling lightly as the room seemed to grow colder around you. The strain on your arms made you weary, the anticipation burning holes in your stomach. But Diavolo wouldn't let you have it, not that fast.

Leather slit up your leg steadily, colder than the room. But with even just these small movements, it left firey streaks on your body, and you trembled from the sensation. Up your calves and to your thighs, Diavolo directed it under the strings holding your lingerie attached before pulling them away and letting them snap back in place. You flinched, naturally, having a hard time keeping your balance on your tiptoes whenever you moved.

He drew the form of your curves with the crop, having you feel it on every inch of your skin, and pushed it between your legs, giving 'riding' a new meaning as he rubbed it between your folds. It must have been a magical tool as he could easily, skillfully dig it between the tightly situated string and your pussy, the fabric barely moving as he dug it out and to the side. The flat tip of the crop kept dragging from your clit up into the direction of your ass, and you tried to lift yourself higher on the chains, but it followed you everywhere, riling you up.

And then, Diavolo prepared you.

Small, aggravating taps against your sex, back and forth following the rounding of your hips. You pressed your legs together as you bounced with every smack but a firm yank on the chain, and you were scrambling to keep yourself on your feet.

The taps continued around the curves of your asscheeks, then the inside of your thighs. Every sensitive spot was made hot and bothered, blood making your skin pulsate underneath. You bit your lip, trying to endure it silently and hoping for the best. He was still testing waters; maybe Diavolo would decide he didn't like it after all. But when the crop finally halted, an old grandfather clock ringing in the distance, you knew what you were in for.

It was one firm strike of the crop down the lower half of your left asscheek, but you felt every twist of fabric on the crop smacking into you. You wanted to scream, squirm and kick, but your body refused. The sound got caught in your throat, your toes bent over to the point you thought they'd crack as you arched your body towards the bed, trying to escape the pain that prickled in the form of the crop over your ass. It was like waking you up from sleep, rather than the other punishments that always seemed to drag you towards unconsciousness.

The second time it landed, you let out a squeak, struggling in your chains as you tried to swing your body left and right. But instead of another hit, you were met with a hand on your side, and you looked up at Diavolo who's expression was shrouded in concern. "It hurts, doesn't it?" he asked, and you nodded, holding back a big sob clogging your throat. "That's how it feels for me too."

Without looking at you, Diavolo brought down the crop again, and you broke out into whines while the prince kept your body steady with a hand on your stomach. Two more times, it hit you like a thunderbolt, your body convulsing in pain. You already began mentally preparing yourself for more hits, strengthening all the muscles you could muster to counter the pain. Still, instead, a hand laid down on your churned skin, rubbing it gently despite hurting it even more with the warm touch.

"But now that we're together, we can mend these wounds! I'm doing all of this for you—for you to learn and grow from it! Stop disobeying me and ruin our happiness! It only leads to harm, don't you see?"

Crying, you slowly nodded, faltering into yourself as much as your position allowed. You didn't want to agree with him anymore, but it was getting too much to bear. Everything, the whole world if it must, just needed to stop. You needed a breather and a good cry and let out all those things you've been eating into you to endure them. All this abuse and manipulation, how much longer could you possibly withstand it?

"But!" he perked up, and so did you, subconsciously taken by surprise. Nothing could have prepared you for the hailstorm of whips that came down with his words, but your body seemed to have known it way before you did, trying to defend you desperately one last time from the pain. It twisted in his grip, only for the crop to wander lower as Diavolo held you steady in place.

"You-"

Whack!

"Need-"

Whack!

"To know-"

Whack!

"Who you-"

Whack!

"Belong to!"

Whack!

You couldn't determine where the riding crop hat hit you. The spots were crossing and closing in on each other, completely burning your skin under them. Screaming with every hit, your throat burned sorely in solitary with your skin before you fell into sobs, the tears running down your cheeks like rivers.

"So, who do you belong to?" Diavolo asked you again, placing the now blistering hot crop against your ass as a warning.

"You!" you screamed, loud enough that even those on the other side of the door could hear it. Hopefully loud enough to satisfy him.

"Who?" he inquired, and you heard the smirk on his lips. Shaking your head, you let it fall forward in surrender.

"You, my Prince. Only you."

Diavolo took a deep breath, slowly letting it out as he reveled in his victory. A dirty, honorless victory for a prince, but an outstanding one for a devil like him. "And are you going to listen to me from now on? Be happy with what I am giving you?"

"I will!" you cried like a scolded child. Were you any different with him patronizing you?

"Good," he praised you, his voice deep and amused. He was finally satisfied, but the relief didn't help you forget or forgive what he did to you. The clattering of something falling to the ground made you flinch, and you almost expected another hit. But instead, you felt a hand slide between your legs, tickling your sex with its fingers.

"Oh?" Diavolo noted, and you could feel it whenever he touched you, the wetness coating him but unmistakenly coming from you. "Seems like someone is pleased. How unexpected, maybe you really did learn your lesson."

His chuckle was a dull tone in your ears as he pressed his fingers into you, probing a few inches before finding the way in. Slammed into you up to his knuckles, you jolted, unprepared both mentally and physically for the intrusion. You were used to his assaults by now, but you could never truly be ready for them.

Dancing inside you with your walls convulsing around his middle and pointer finger, Diavolo teased you thoroughly, letting his fingers scrape, curl and push deep inside. You let out the miserable, involuntary gasps and moans that he was seeking from you, only boosting his ego more as he pressed up against your most sensitive spot. Much too early into this sick relationship did you learn it was futile to fake your feelings whenever Diavolo forced his pleasure on you, but the emotions you were having were unforgivable as they mixed with the pain from the riding crop that had just hit you.

The tingling on his fingertips was nothing less than magic, increasing your sensibility, making you especially receptive to every move he did. Diavolo had a way to force himself onto you that not even turning off your head and just letting it go over you was possible. He merely kept on teasing and testing new boundaries until you were a sobbing, gurgling mess asking him for more. You could curse and whine, but it would all just sound like sobs and pleads in his ears.

"How's it? How am I making you feel?"

"G-Good," you stammered, biting your own lip to contain at least some of your dignity. It wasn't enough for him as he grabbed your pussy tightly, pulling you upwards. "Happy!" you corrected yourself, and immediately he continued to fuck you with his fingers again. "I'm so happy!" was all you could sob out, just wanting to get over with it. Balancing on your tiptoes, it was impossible not to follow the push and pulls Diavolo inflicted on you, occasionally making you sit back on his finger and pressing them in deeper. Soon, it would be over; you knew that. You just had to endure it until then, already feeling the knots in your stomach.

Your breathing fastened as you awaited your orgasm like a dearly missed friend. You'd be finally released from your chains, released from your punishment, and could try to forget any of it ever happened. Just like with all the interactions you had with Diavolo, you'd bury this one deep inside of your conscience, never to be unearthed again. It was the only way you knew how to cope. The only way not to break.

But god, Diavolo was too good to not actually be bent to his demands.

With a strained whine, you fell over the edge. Quite literally as your toes could not support you any longer, carving under your body's movements. Diavolo had to support you as you fell off your feet, almost dislodging your shoulders with the violent shakes and convulsing that your body did all while there was no solid ground for you to rest on. You relaxed in his arms as if it was the most natural thing to do, legs shaking and the chains finally disappearing, your limbs falling from above and hanging lifelessly from your body as you waited for your mind to clear after the fog of pleasure rampaged you thoroughly.

"Did you learn your lesson?" Diavolo chuckled, slowly pulling his fingers out of with an approving sound of your pussy as it let them go.

"Yes..." you mumbled, drunk on your orgasm, ready to pass out. Nuzzling your face into his shoulder, you made yourself perfectly lovable, appeasing his anger that had hopefully subsided at that point. You were ready to be picked up, carried to bed, and tugged in as you deserved after this punishment. But Diavolo only kept standing, petting your hair and spreading your wetness everywhere despite it already running down your legs on its own.

"Oh, I'm not sure," he cooed suspiciously, and you finally mustered the strength to wake up a little, placing your throbbing hands on his arms to push yourself away. But his grip wasn't easing even a bit as you tried to move, only pressing yourself closer to him. With a jerk, you two finally went into motion, your body being dragged after him while Diavolo stepped backwards, around to the side of the bed.

Sitting down, he suddenly let go of you, your already weak limbs collapsing to the floor with a loud thud. The wounds on your ass and back hurt as they were disturbed, and tears of pain immediately shot back into your eyes as you looked up at him questioningly.

"I want to see it," he announced, surrounding your body with his spread legs, and fondling with his belt. "I need to make sure you really understood."

You gulped, realization dawning on you with his trousers only loosely hanging on to his hips. A sizeable bulge had built, putting pressure on the fabric covering his cock. You eyed it nervously, understanding what he wanted but at the same time feeling too tired and frankly, appalled by the thought of continuing. A devilish smile crossed Diavolo's lips as he witnessed your hesitance.

"Come on," he prompted you. "It's your turn to make me understand how you feel about me, Darling."

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[voltagesmutter]

The Second Cumming.

Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: Lucifer x MC x Diavolo, Satan x MC x Belphegor, Leviathan x MC x Simeon, Amso x MC, Asmo x MC x Solomon, Mammon x MC x Beelzebub. (Female MC). Warnings: Threesome’s, Female heat, Mild Dubcon, Voyeurism, Mild Exhibitionism, Toy use, Oral, vaginal, anal penetration. Squirting, Double Penetration, mild Yaoi, Polyamorous relationship. Notes: The Dickening Part 2. The biggest thank you to @theshove​ for having so much faith with me for this piece. Not only for your generous donation but also for beta-ing the whole piece within a day! And also to @theinariakuma​ for all your love and support. Also thank you to all those who donated for early release as well and all your wonderful feedback. 💛 Tagging: @starry-starry-night24​, @0-miles-away​, @pixiestick0924, @iloveobeyme, @ghoulgirlradio, @raymiazaki. 

“Just five more minutes,” she whined, pulling the red bed covers over her head.

“You said this five minutes ago, and five before that, and five before that,” a deep voice answered above the sound of metal hooks clinking as curtains were thrown open, letting light flood into the room.

“But Lucifer!” She whined once more in protest, squeezing her eyes shut, trying her best to attempt to block out the beams of light shining through the covers.

“No buts,” Lucifer huffed, attaching his cloak to his shirt in the golden framed mirror beside the bed. “You promised Solomon you would-“ The end of his sentence was cut off by the bedroom door being slammed wide open. 

“Lucifer! Beel ate my lizard custard slice!” Mammon came storming in, huffing with rage and disturbing the peace.

“Oh lord Diavolo give me strength,” Lucifer sighed as Beel came bounding in after him. 

“He took my money to gamble at that tournament! He owes me more than a lizard slice!” The ginger haired brother took a few paces into the room. 

“Lucifer, there’s no food! That big oaf must have eaten everything again in the night!” Satan tutted, walking straight into the back of someone. Not realising that the broad back he’d just walked into belonged to Beel, the big oaf he was talking about. 

“Hey I didn’t touch a thing! And who are you calling oaf, scrawny bookworm!” Beel towered over Satan as he turned around, prodding a finger into his chest. 

“Boys, don’t start!” Lucifer growled as both Satan and Beel transformed into their demon forms, Satan glaring up at Beel. 

“My grimm’s on Beel,” Mammon laughed, sitting down on Lucifer's bed as a squeal rang out.

“Mammon you idiot!” The young girl threw the covers off her head, making Mammon freeze in mid air after realising he had sat on her. 

“Shit-I- I’m sorry, I didn’t see ya! Shouldn’t be sneaking up on the Great Mammon like that,” Mammon’s facing blushed red as he quickly stood up. 

“Hey, what’s all the noise?” Belphegor and Levi ran from their rooms into Lucifer's. Lucifer sighed and covered his face with one hand. Just once he wanted a quiet and peaceful morning without the shenanigans of his younger siblings. 

“Tough guy here thinks he can chat shit as always,” Beel hissed, staring down Satan, whose tail flickered feistily into the air. 

“Oh, morning boys!” Asmo chirped as he walked past, sporting only a small thong and a half done up silk robe. “Has anyone seen sweetie, I need her opinion and she’s not in her room.” He pouted softly before his eyes fell onto the girl in Lucifer's bed. “Ah there you are! Now come on you,” he cooed, pushing past his brothers with little regard for their problems and tugging her hand.

“Wait- Asmo! I’m not dressed!” She squealed, attempting to clutch the sheets to her naked body but, as Asmo pulled her, the sheets fell and she stumbled forward off the bed. Her nightie lay bunched on the floor from her previous night with Lucifer and all eyes fell on her. The arguments and squabbles from moments ago became lost in translation as seven sets of eyes travelled over her, all of their pacts visible in different locations, with Satan’s and Beel’s radiating due to them being in demon form and giving a glow to her skin. 

Ever since helping them with their heats, she and the brothers had come to love each other, creating a relationship between all of them and the human. Each getting private and shared alone time with her, all of them giving her their heart and hers to them. 

“You know, I’m not hungry for food anymore,” Satan smirked as he turned his body to face her, taking a few steps forward only to be held back by Beel.

“Fat chance. I’m the one for gluttony, I need to eat more importantly,”.

“Beel move, you're blocking the view.” Levi entered and pushed Beel out of the way, sending the biggest of the brothers flying into Mammon.

“Hey! Watch it! These treads were expensive!” Mammon growled as Beel stepped on his white shoes. 

“Right! Out! All of you out!” Lucifer finally snapped, bending down and handing the girl her clothes. “School is in an hour. I want all of you ready to go by then I have an important meeting with Diavolo and, as we are all aware, our little dove is meeting with Solomon.” 

“I- um,” The girl blushed as she threw on her clothes, all of the brothers sending her a confused expression. “I’m helping Solomon with a birth-control potion.” The pill she was currently taking was in short supply and since condoms broke left, right and centre with the brothers - the dick game was too strong - this seemed their only viable option. 

-

“So this,” Solomon was holding up a vial in his hand, the gold shimmers twisting in the light of the open window, “is just a tester. Its effects will last a few days, just to trial how it gets on.” In one hand was a gold vial with shimmers, in the other a gold vial with dark blue swirls. “I’ve perfected the ingredients; it works similar to human contraception, just in liquid form. Everything regulates the same. To test its success you should bleed in a week's time. If all is in order I can produce a bigger batch which will last you roughly twenty one days. if you wish to not continue with periods then you can take another one straight after.” 

“And what is this one?” She pointed to the potion with deep blue hues in his other hand. She’d grown close to Solomon over her time here, becoming close friends with the slightly perverted sorcerer. 

“The same; both are made from the same batch, only this contains fairy dust which enhances the aphrodisiac hormones.” A ‘birth-control viagra for women’ as he had once put it. Pumped full of ovulation hormones to increase sex drive without fear of risk. 

“Okay, so do I just take it now or…?” she asked as she took the potion from his hand. It was the same potion she’d used during the brothers’ heat, only this was longer lasting with regard to time and helped to regulate the hormones inside her body. 

“Yes, take it all. You won’t feel any different,” he assured with a slightly sweet smile, a smile he only kept for her. Without thinking she knocked the golden liquid back, humming at the sweet taste of honey, as silk liquid dripped down the back of her throat. 

“You are an angel!” She smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek and the vial back in his hand. “I can’t stay for much longer; I have a meeting with Diavolo and Lucifer I must attend. Are you sure there is nothing I can do to thank you for your help?”. 

The sorcerer sighed and rolled his eyes, she always did this. Offering a thank you for his assistance. “As I’ve told you before, the thank you is you letting me test out the potions on you.” ‘A real-life guinea pig’, he’d once teased her with. 

“Well, I must dash. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She waved as she picked up her satchel before leaving purgatory hall and headed back to R.A.D. She’d never understood the twisted rumours she had heard about Solomon. He was always so sweet and pleasant to her. Although he could be mocking and demeaning at times, his words seemed more of a false threat than anything more. But his actions towards her were always soft and gentle.

As she walked back with a little skip in her step, Solomon turned back to his book upon the table. It was open to the page where the instructions for making his potions lay. He’d skimmed over the ingredients as he made it, as he had to make some minor adjustments. Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup was required, a vital ingredient, but notorious for being an aphrodisiac for demons if they came into contact with it. Even the residue from the bottle on her lips would set off intense lust inside a demon if she was to kiss them - and Solomon knew this was a contraception potion. She would most definitely be doing more than just kissing her demon lovers. He had to add in a set of ingredients to hold back the effects on demons so that this would only have effect on a human system. He didn’t dare risk sending the brothers into an accidental heat; he had heard from her (and Asmo) the extent of what had happened during their heat only a few weeks ago and couldn’t bear the thought of putting the poor girl through it again after she’d had such a short time to recover. 

Only he didn’t notice an error in his work until it was too late...

“Once the liquid has cooled, add a few drops of blue fairy dust - check. To neutralize the effects of the Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup… oh,” Solomon stopped as he read out the remainder of the listing ingredients. “Well then… doesn’t this make for an interesting turn of events.” A dark smile grimacing over his face. 

-

“Darling.” Lucifer smiled to see her walk into Diavolos' office, her uniform in perfect condition and hair without a single strand out of place. He beamed with pride at how beautifully she represented the school. 

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” She smiled back with a faint blush as Lucifer pressed a kiss to her cheek. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she sat beside Lucifer on the opposite side of Diavolos' desk. Dia felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, seeing the pair so smitten with each other, the glancing looks of admiration shared between them. He was more than glad to see his old friend so happy, even if it wasn’t with him… But that part of their relationship had ended many centuries ago out of fear of the council; Lucifer had refused to put Dia’s claim to the throne at jeopardy. Diavolo had never found a lover since. There had been the occasional one night stand before but nothing more serious than that. The council would be infuriated to find out about his past with Lucifer and his nightly activities with others. He’d thought Lucifer would never find another either, with the years he had spent alone and unloved. But then a ray of hope came into his life with the young girl opening up her heart to him and his brothers. Whilst Diavolo watched from the side lines, longing to be a part of it all as he, too, found himself purely intoxicated with the young female and wanted nothing more to have a stake of claim to her heart.

“____, it’s a pleasure as always,” Dia greeted her with a nod. “To continue from where we were…”

Diavolo carried on their conversation, about how well the exchange program was going and how she was receiving some of the best grades to be seen from pupils. All was going well, until she felt it.

At first it was just the normal burn. She knew sometimes it happened, a faint ovulation feeling. She didn't mind. But her eyes kept drifting over the two demons. She found her mouth going dry as she admired Diavolo, his strong arms... his general size. He and Beel were the largest men she knew. She wondered if-- Nope. She had to stop that right there. "A-ah Lucifer. I think we need to go." Her voice was meek, arousal getting worse the longer she was in the room with two extremely attractive demons. However, golden eyes were locked on her, and she was squirming. 

"My dear, the meeting isn't over. We'll go once it is over."

“Lucifer... we really need to go.” Heat was rising amongst her cheeks, her fingers grasping the pleated edge of her uniform skirt. Every nerve in her body flooded, pulsing alive with arousal and a pool of liquid flushed between her thighs. The more she looked between the demons, one her superior, the other one of her pacted seven lovers. “Please.” 

“My dove,“ Lucifer had started, a little huff of annoyance which peaked into curiosity at her soft whimper at him placing his hand on her thigh. His words pulled her away from her stare at Diavolo, crimson eyes meeting her lustful gaze. 

“Lucifer-“ She was unable to stop her thighs parting slightly at the contact of his palm upon her thigh. The scent of her arousal grew thick in the air, hitting Lucifer instantly, him now realising the need of her pleas. And just as he was about to offer his hand to leave, a low growl came from the other side of the desk. Diavolo was not about to let this opportunity pass him by.

The look from Diavolo made her legs spread wider, her cheeks flushed red as she let out a short gasp. Her fingers reached to her side as she grasped the edge of her chair, both of the demon's eyes focusing on the rise of her skirt up her bare thigh and the straining of her nipples against the thin material of her bra and shirt. She looked desperate, felt desperate and just ached to be filled. A small ‘please’ mustered, not directly speaking to Lucifer but to both of them.

-

“I can’t wait until we get home.” As she began unbuttoning her shirt, the white of her bra peeked through, showing the fullness of her breasts. Any sense of shame had left her body, the only thing on her mind right now was to be ruthlessly taken and to quench this burning desire between her thighs. Lucifer had objected at first, but with how strong her scent was, he knew it would be a risk to get her home as any demon within a few meters radius would be able to catch her scent. A scent that was meant only for him and his brothers. 

“You can have my office…” Diavolo had gestured, feeling sorry for the poor girl, having to watch her become undone so quickly. But as he walked past to offer them some space, her arm quickly caught his and a small doting look from her with the word, ‘Stay’ pushed him over the edge. 

-

“Ngh- Dia!”.

A low chuckle came from the prince as he shifted slightly, tongue moving from her dripping clit to tease where her and Lucifer met. Lucifer was just as sensitive as he remembered. Whilst his mouth moved to capture his balls, Lucifer let out a deep hiss as his fingers gripped tightly onto the girls waist, Diavolos fingers continuing to tease their sticky meeting and her clit for the additional stimulation. The additional stimulation she had begged for.

Diavolo lay on his desk, his head close to hanging off the side whilst she hovered above him on all fours, his cock buried deep inside her mouth - well what she could take anyway - whilst her hand worked the rest of him. Lucifer stood behind her, impaling her onto his cock as he took her deep and fast, giving her exactly what she needed right now. Both Dia and Lucifer working together to bring her to climax after climax, each one melting into the next. Diavolo having to hold himself back a little every now and then, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in both of them and leave them in a heaving pool of his mess. But now wasn’t the time for that.

“Ah… ah! Diavolo!” she whimpered, her voice an octave higher than normal as one hand dug her nails into his thigh. The feeling of Lucifer fucking her with the touches of Diavolo on her clit and folds was too much, sending her barrelling into another high. 

“Good girl,” Diavolo cooed, pulling his mouth from Lucifer’s balls to lap up the wetness that had drenched his cock each time he pulled out. “I believe it’s your turn now,”. Champagne orbs glistened but were missed by Lucifer as he clenched his eyes shut and let his jaw tense as the teasing actions of Diavolo. 

“N-not yet Dia- focus on her first,” he grunted, snapping his hips quickly against hers as Diavolo’s mouth was once again on him, sucking in a motion that made the heat pool like a volcano ready to erupt at any given second. He needed Diavolo to stop now or it would be over and she was clearly far from being spent from the way she glanced over her shoulder and begged for more with the little words she could muster.

With a grunt Diavolo pulled himself away, latching his mouth onto her clit and feeling smug at the way she cried out. Her back arched as she clawed at his thighs, almost drawing blood, the weight of her breasts pushing down against his lower stomach was an added sensation in itself. The push and pull of her body rubbed her nipples against his skin, sending vibrations of her moans around Diavolos cock and across his body. 

The wet sounds of slapping skin and Diavolos tongue against her rang through the office, Lucifer having put on an enchantment to block any sound leaving the room so they could attend to her needs without fear, Diavolo in amazement to see how sensitive she was to his touch, how good her essence tasted and just how mind blowing she felt with her lips wrapped around his cock. But, like Lucifer had said, this was about her pleasure and Diavolo didn’t want to blow his load until she was a whimpering mess.

-

“C-close!” High gasps growing louder with each breath, only a few thrusts after her previous orgasm,her walls beginning to tighten once more. Her arms wrapped tightly around Lucifer for support, his hands holding her waist tightly to guide her movements. Lucifer rested on Diavolos desk, her straddling as him as she rocked in his lap with the help of his movement whilst Diavolo pressed against her back, his lips focusing on her neck whilst his hands fondled her breasts. Tweaking her nipples in his index and thumbs, grinding against her behind whilst his cock slid between her thighs. The movement of her rocking, the clench of her thighs and the fleeting contact with Lucifer's cock was enough to keep him on the edge. 

“That’s it princess,” Diavolo whispered softly into her ear, catching her lobe and giving it a gentle tug, his soft words touching her heart. With the little strength she had left, she turned her head, pulling an arm free from Lucifer to grasp the light-red hair and pull his face closer to hers. Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes lost in a galaxy haze, a goddess of lust was all Diavolo could think when he saw her. It was their first kiss, and far from their last, but the softness of it as they melted into each other made her clench tightly over Lucifer. The strong feeling of intimacy and love she shared with the brothers was portrayed with Diavolo as their lips continued to meet. 

And as her climax hit her, she turned back to Lucifer, letting his lips glide over hers as they had done some many times, soft whimpers escaping their kiss, her body convulsing as it curled from the sheer force of her release before slumping against Lucifer’s chest, her thirst quenched and her body exhausted. 

Her raven haired lover pressed a kiss to her temple, pushing her hair which was now stuck to her forehead out of the way and off her face. Diavolo’s hand wrapped around Lucifer’s on her waist, continuing the rocking motion as they both chased their release, Lucifer buried deep inside her and Diavolo snuggly between her thighs. 

“Dia…” Lucifer thrusted up slightly at the feeling of his length pressing against his own each time he pulled out. Crimson eyes met golden over her shoulder as she lay panting against his chest, fingers curling over each other’s and before they knew it both leaned across to exchange a kiss.

A sloppy kiss, tongue and teeth meeting in a passionate exchange. A kiss that hadn’t happened for decades but had never lost its rhythm. A kiss that spoke a thousand words that could never be said out loud. It had been the end of both of them, lips sparking and igniting the fires within. Lucifer spilled deep inside her as Diavolo came upon the top of her thighs, finally marking her skin with his release.

The room fell silent apart from the sound of ragged breaths, the two men pressing their foreheads against her shoulder and back, holding her until her racing heart had finally calmed down.

-

Diavolo had seen them off, Lucifer carrying her to his car before whisking them home after a fleeting exchange of kisses from Diavolo to them both in the privacy of his office. Another demon, only this one being the prince, having stolen her heart. 

“Take care of her,” Diavolo had whispered to his former lover, stroking her hair as she blissfully slept in Lucifer's arms. Her body was exhausted. 

“I always do,” Lucifer gave the faintest of smiles to Diavolo before parting ways, his whole being flooded with pride to have two lovers back in his life. 

Lucifer was ecstatic; nostalgia of feelings came flooding back that he had kept down with Diavolo. But he was also weary. This behaviour from her was completely askew. She’d teased Lucifer before in Diavolo’s and public presence, but never to the extent that she had begged him to take her there and then. Never had she looked so radiant yet so frustrated at the same time. And never had she been so unsatisfied that it had taken a few more rounds than normal to satisfy her. Something was wrong. The only thing Lucifer could think of was that the potion with Solomon had gone wrong and Lucifer needed to get to the bottom of it. 

-

“Lock her in her room. No one is to enter until I get back. Do you understand?” Lucifer asked one final time to Satan and Belphegor, the pair of them sat outside her room. He had tucked her sleeping figure into bed, placing a spell on the door to ensure no one could get in. He needed to ensure first what was happening in case another episode occurred. 

The morning and afternoon had faded by the time their session had ended, meaning Solomon would be finished from his afternoon classes. Unfortunately for Solomon, mixing up the potions would be the least of his troubles as Lucifer pinned him against the wall the second he caught sight of his white hair. 

‘What did you do to her?!” Lucifer hissed, his eyes aglow as he leaned in closer to the young boy's face. 

“Nothing. Nothing I swear,” Solomon was rolling his eyes; he was far from scared of Lucifer and it showed. “Just a little hiccup is all.”.

“Hiccup? Hiccup!” Lucifer mocked, steam ready to pour out of his nose and ears with anger. “She’s like a- like a…”.

“Like a demon in heat?” Solomon prodded the bear with his choice of words. “It’s fine Lucifer, just enjoy the fact she’s going to want to be on your cock endlessly for the next few days.”

A poor choice of words. A very poor choice of words. 

If Lucifer’s anger hadn’t been poured into Satan then the clenched fist slammed directly into the wall would have landed straight on Solomon's face.

“What did you do,boy?” Lucifer raged into demon form, a row of fire lighting up behind him as he towered over Solomon, teeth snaring. The soft Lucifer had vanished. Facing Solomon right now was a beast, a beast that was angry. And for the first time Solomon was scared of the demon facing him.

“A mix up! A mix up, alright? She’s just got more hormones in her body than intended; it will wear off in the next few days but there is nothing I can do to help - it’s Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup”.

“Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup? But it didn’t affect me or Di-“ Lucifer stopped his sentence there.

“The potion is neutralised to only affect humans. And since humans don’t have blood like demons, the command won’t work to stop it either…” 

‘So what you’re saying is-” Lucifer grasped his jacket and hoisted him up into the air.

“She’s in her own heat, so my advice to you and the others is to just be prepared and help her because it’s going to be a long ride for her.” With that sentence, Lucifer dropped Solomon to the floor, letting him fall with a thump before racing back to the house of Lamentation. 

-

“Who does he think he is? Barking his commands at us, I swear he- oi! Are you even listening?” Satan punched his younger sibling in the arm. Belphegor, who’d started to fall asleep, slumped against the wall, jolted forward.

“Ay! What’s your problem?” Snarling slightly before pushing the long curve of hair out of his face, he said “We just gotta sit here until Lucifer comes back.” 

Even saying the name of their eldest brother made both of their blood boil. 

“Well anyway, I’m not here on babysitting duty.” Satan took hisD.D.D, turning it off before putting it back in his pocket. “Still got him blocked?”.

“Would you unblock someone who shoved you in an attic?” Belph rolled his eyes.

“Touché,” Satan nodded before pushing himself off the wall. “What do you reckon is wrong with her? She looked wrecked. Reckon something went wrong with Solomon?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past that slimy wizard… No good for nothing-“ Belph muttered before stopping, a noise from inside making them both still. The young girl was calling out for Lucifer in a confused manner, only infuriating the brothers more. 

“Why does Lucifer always get her to himself? Always giving out his commands,” Satan growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “Enough is enough, I’m not listening to his rules. Fuck him.” 

“Hey Satan, you really gonna mess with Lucifer?” Belphegor's eyes lost all sleepiness as they sparkled with mischief.

-

“Lucifer…?” She continued to call out. “Anyone?” She took a few steps outside her room. She knew she had heard voices but to whom they belonged she was unsure. Her bare feet padded along the dark corridor, following the noises that lured her. 

She was pleasantly surprised to find that when she woke up the muscle aches she thought she would have were not there. Something in the potion must work to help soothe her aches. Lucifer had undressed her from her sweat soaked uniform and covered her in her nightie. 

She couldn’t stop the flush of her cheeks after her actions this afternoon; she had felt like she’d lost all control of her body and given into the need of sexual desires - which normally wasn’t a problem, but begging Lucifer and Diavolo to ravage her in the middle of a meeting was a different story. She was searching for Lucifer to apologise for her behaviour, although secretly she knew both of them had enjoyed it just as much as she had. Today had marked a new day for someone to become part of their relationship, from seven lovers to now eight. Knowing Diavolo would not allow this to be a one time thing - which she was rather excited about. 

“Lucifer? Are you in here? I- I wanted to apologise for earlier-“ She knocked on his office door, pausing as she walked in, “Oh.” Her eyes fell on the pair causing havoc in Lucifer’s office.

“Stop being such a sloth! Faster!” Satan was unscrewing the lids of Lucifer's ink bottles before placing them back down, so when Lucifer next used them the ink would most likely spill everywhere.

“I’m going as fast as I can! Stop rushing me!” Belphegor's tongue was sticking out of his mouth in concentration, counting out five sheets before pulling one from the stacking pile of work on the desk. He continued this down until he had a few sheets of paperwork in his hand, meaning every fifth paper from his stack was missing. Both of them were going out of their way to mess with Lucifer in a way they knew would annoy him most. 

“Ah!” Satan squealed to see her standing in the doorway, dropping one of the bottles and sending ink dropping to form a thick black puddle on the carpet. “Oh, it’s you. I thought you were Lucifer.”

“Pft, how does a human girl look anything like Lucifer?” Belph gave her a warm smile and gestured for her to enter properly. “What are you doing out of bed? Lucifer told us to guard you.”

“Guard me?” She laughed, her smiling instantly brightening up their moods. “I just- I wasn’t feeling too well, but I feel better now.” She took a few steps further into Lucifer's office, carefully avoiding the ink stain.

“Good. How did it go with Solomon, kitten? Everything in the clear?” Satan took her hand and pressed a delicate kiss to it. In his moments of affection she really did question how he could be the avatar of wrath.

“All good,” she nodded, letting out a gasp to feel two arms encircle her waist and pull her close.

“That’s great news, because you know,” Belphegor was embracing her to him, his nose tracing over her neck inhaling the delicate scent of lavender and rose from her skin with a low groan, “tonight’s my night with you.” She was glad her face was hidden from view as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Belph was the most affectionate towards her. The sweetest of kisses, the warmest of hugs, the doting affection he only gave to her, the way he’d kiss her so softly before whispering, “Good morning my sunshine.” Because in Belph’s eye, she was his sun, bringing light and life into his world. In heat he was a beast, but outside of it he was a sleepy teddy bear, who just wanted to love her with everything he had. 

“You won’t get anything if you don’t sort out this mess,” she huffed, trying to distract herself from the tingle in her thighs. She could feel it happening again, the same empowerment she had felt in Diavolo’s office, stirring stronger from the smallest of Belphegor's affection and touches. 

“No. No stop that, you’re ruining it,” Satan grumbled as she began putting the paperwork back in its position. 

“One, two, three, fou-oh!” Her sentence slurred into a moan as Belphie pressed his body up against her back, pinning her slightly to the desk. Two warm palms began teasing the back of her thighs before pressing flat against her skin and pushing upwards slowly. The thin material of her nightie, which skirted mid-thigh, crept slowly up. Belph expected her to slap his hands away, but he never expected for her to part her legs a little wider for him to witness the already wet flesh between her bare thighs. A low hum rang against her neck, one hand cupping the round curve of her ass and giving it a playful squeeze.

“I think,” came Belph’s voice, dropping into a huskier tone, “that this is enough mischief for one day. Let us retire to my room.”

“Like hell you are!” Satan snapped, pulling Belphs gaze away from her slickened folds. “She’s more aroused than usual; I should know.”. His words were followed by a smug snicker. “I bet she’s thinking of him.” ‘Him’ being a reference to Lucifer. 

“Actually,” her hands gripped onto the edge of the desk, giving in once more to the heat that burned across her body whilst her cunt clenched with need, “I was thinking of both of you and all the mess we could cause over this desk.” As she finished her words, she pressed back to rub against Belphegor's crotch which was already rapidly hardening from scent and sight alone.

“No fair, my love, it is my night with you.” He gave her ass another squeeze. As much as he hated sharing her, the thought of having her on Lucifers desk was arousing to him. Knowing Lucifer would have to see the marks that she left, smell her scent upon the table and having to know that it was him and Satan that were the reason for it. It would drive him wild, which would essentially drive both the two brothers wild with enthusiasm.

“And a night with me you will get, I promise.” Turning her head over her shoulder to catch his lips, she let his eager tongue part her lips as it sought out her own.

-

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” Satan was huffing against her neck for the third time in ten minutes,

“Just be patient, it is his night after all,” she replied as she pushed Belph flat against Lucifers desk before straddling him, whilst Satan was pressed as close as he could behind her. With one hand wrapped around his cock, she lowered herself down, still sensitive from the previous high that they brought her to with their fingers and mouths. “Oh god… Belph!” Her finger grasped at his hoodie, both him and Satan still fully dressed whilst her nightie had been tossed to the floor. 

Belph couldn’t find the words to respond, watching her sink down as his cock disappeared inside her tight heat. She was wetter than he or Satan had ever seen her, bursting and coming to life as she told them exactly what she needed, letting the lust and arousal in her body speak for her.

His fingers traced up her thighs, hands ghosting over her waist and behind, leaving a trail of goosebumps upon her skin as she whined loudly. The teasing touches and the stretch of him inside her was too much, walls pulsing as she came with him fully hilted inside her. Her jaw slackened and a cold sweat ran down the back of her spine, the salted droplets being lapped up from Satan as his hands continued to squeeze over her breasts.

“Kitten- I really need to be inside you,” he groaned, the head of his cock pressing against the left cleft of her ass leaving a clear mark of pre-release upon her skin. 

“Lube is in… the… top drawer,” she panted, letting her movements slow down as she rode out her high. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten down and dirty in this office, having provided a very stunned Lucifer with a one-on-one private show of her and her toy collection whilst he worked. 

All Belph could do was groan and raise his hips every so often, hitting all the perfect angles inside her to make stars dance across her vision. Her movements kept on at a slow pace whilst Satan prepared himself.

“Be a good kitten and make them wet,” he commanded as he stood back behind her, letting his fingers thrust into her mouth at the same time she lowered and raised over Belph. 

Another climax hit her when Satan’s fingers began playing and teasing her puckered hole from behind before a finger, dripping with saliva, slowly pushed in. The slow rhythm of her movements allowed for Satan to let her body adjust before two fingers were thrusting inside her. Each time they pulled back, her muscles clenched sending Belph into a groaning mess at her spasming walls. 

“More,” she begged, her fingers ripping the front of Belph’s clothes as she grinded forward to feel him hit against her g-spot.

“Good girl kitten, that’s it - relax,” Satan cooed, his fingers removed to only be replaced with something much larger and thicker. 

“Relax,” Belphegor encouraged, leaning up the best he could as he pulled her down by her shoulders to kiss her. Satan slowly pushed in, her whimpers and moans caught by Belphs mouth, until finally two cocks were buried to the hilt inside her. Satan did nothing more than pull out as Belph thrusted up, sending her headfirst into another climax. Her palm scratched at the wooden desk below Belphs shoulders, leaving curled pieces of wood right in front of where Lucifer would sit. 

“There! There! Fuck- like that,” her head being thrown back in bliss at their rhythm. One would thrust whilst the other pulled back, gaining a pace that had slapping skin ringing through the office. The pace would slow when one got close, wanting to focus on her and leaving her with the ability to only say their names and think of them. Belph continued to tease her skin with faint touches, the occasional grab of her waist to guide her before ghosting over her skin once more. When her breath became a high pitched gasp, her lust filled eyes would catch his, a signal for him to help push her over the edge. Satan’s hands would tug her nipples, his sharp teeth nipping at her stretched neck whilst Belph’s thumb would rub tight circles over her swollen clit, perfectly synchronised to bring her tumbling straight over the edge of sanity.

Climax after climax hit her, tongue lolling to the side at being penetrated by both of them. It wasn’t something she was new to; being in a relationship with seven brothers meant double, sometimes even triple, penetration was a regular occurrence. But never did she feel this full, this ravenous. 

By the time Satan and Belph had spilled inside her, Lucifer's desk was soaked in fluids, paperwork and hardwood stained with her release that had soaked down Belphegor's thighs and onto the surface below. Each time Satan had thrusted into her, traces of lube would drip down their thighs to pool onto a puddle on the floor. Her scent stained the room, which Lucifer wouldn’t have minded but it was tainted with the hint of his brothers.

And to make matters worse for their eldest brother, Satan had snapped a photo whilst she was mid-orgasm. Ensuring to get his cock stretching her ass whilst Belph fucked her pussy. The photo itself was a masterpiece: Her back arched, head pressing against Satan's shoulders with her eyes tightly shut and her own hands pinching her nipples; The face of someone lost in the wild abandonment of pleasure. A caption of ‘Can’t believe you tried to hide this’ followed. 

“I think we made a pretty good mess, Kitten,” Satan panted against her shoulder, his face as red as her behind which had been slapped multiple times ather request. 

“I don’t think I can move,” she whispered, her legs purely boneless as Belph sat up to carry her bridal style.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Satan yelled, watching Belph carry her out of the room, leaving the office stained and her nightie upon the floor. 

“I told you,” Belph growled lowly, “it’s my night with her.”

-

Regardless of how fast Lucifer had run, he was too late. He stumbled into his sex-scented office. Release from her left a sticky glaze over his desk whilst scratch marks looked like a beast had clawed at them. His gloved hands held tightly onto the nightie upon the floor. The mess of his desk was an issue for another time; he would place no blame upon her. 

“You utter imbecile!” Fangs pointed out from his gums as he found Satan alone in the library in the west wing of the house.

“You saidto not let anyone in; you didn’t say she couldn’t come out,” Satan taunted, smugness plastered over his face. He knew Lucifer had seen his office from the silk material of her clothes he still clutched in his hand. He also knew he had seen the explicit image he had made sure to send him. “As I said, why did you try to hide her?”

“The potion went wrong. She’s in heat.” Lucifer watched as Satan’s eyes sparkled.

“But that’s impossible. She’s a human, how did-“ the blonde began.

“Solomon. Solomon is how.” Lucifer pushed a hand through his hair. “Where is she now?”.

“In the attic.” Satan returned to his book as Lucifer turned on his heel. “But Lucifer.” Lucifer threw his head over his shoulder, ready for a snide remark about the activities that went on in his office. “Normally I wouldn’t bother about you but, for her sake, I’d leave them be.”

“And why’s that?” Lucifer stopped and turned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Satan continued to express his smugness, his eyes peering over the top of his book. “Remember when Levi was in heat and destroyed that Ruri-chan pillow?”.

“Of course… he bit Mammon for trying to take it away”

His lips curling into a smirk, Satan put his book down. “Belphegor is the pillow.”

-

“Good morning my little star-light.” Belphegor brushed her hair out of her face, a sleepy smile on his face. His eyes still shut, the urge to fall back to sleep lulling him into the warmth embrace.

“Good morning you,” she yawned, eyes fluttering open as Belph’s strong arms pulled her close. The warmth of his skin against her and the content smile on his face was a sin of its own kind. A small giggle left her as he pulled her closer, burying her head against his chest. “We need to get up soon.” As she pressed a trail of small kisses over his heart, she smiled to herself to feel the hardness already pressing against her stomach. 

“I thought you would have been worn out after last night,” he gasped as her hand teased its way into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and stroking in a lazily manner.

“I was but-“ Her body felt rejuvenated and fresh, no muscle aches, only heat coursing through her veins. “I’m hungry for more.” A deep groan filled the attic space as her mouth replaced her hand, waking Belph and repaying him tenfold for the way he had satisfied her the previous night.

-

When she finally pulled herself out of the attic, leaving Belph still panting and breathless from the way her mouth had worked over him, she ran straight into Lucifer. Luckily, Belph had dressed her in one of his hoodies for her modesty, not that she minded.

“My dove, you really should rest. I fear you cannot leave the house in your state.” Lucifer cupped her cheek and was rubbing his thumb softly against her. “It is not safe for you”

“Lucifer, I- I’m so sorry for yesterday, I really don’t know what came over me…” A blush spread across her cheeks. Even now, as he glanced down at her, the top of her thighs became damp and she regretted the lack of underwear she had on. 

“My dear-“ He stopped, pupils widening at the heavenly scent hitting his nose She was extremely aroused. “It appears Solomon gave you the wrong potion; yours is filled with an aphrodisiac we can’t control. It should fade in a few days, but for the time being it is safest for you to stay here.”.

She nodded in response, pressing herself closer to him and letting her fingers toy with the buttons of his waistcoat. 

“Lucifer...,” she meekly whispered, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into her kiss, letting his arms hold onto her shoulders as she continued to press against him. “I want to thank you for yesterday.” Her fingers slowly unpopped a button and she began pressing her lower half against him in a silent plea as her tongue playfully darted across his lower lip. She was losing her self control in a rapid manner, whining heavily as he pulled back.

“I fear I have matters to attend to today, otherwise I would be more than happy to keep you content in the confines of my room.” He watched as her eyes sparkled with lust, a hint of disappointment forming over her face. 

“I’ll be waiting for you to come home,” she pouted as he did up the buttons she’d undone. 

-

She ate breakfast and had a bath to calm herself down before pulling out her small vibrator and withering away in her satin sheets. Is what she would have done if she had listened to Lucifer. Instead, she showered and set off to find the sorcerer who had caused all her problems, hoping to find a way for him to help calm her constant need. 

Dressed in a white summer dress, a slightly plunge top with a skater skirt and her hair down in loose curls, off she went to him in purgatory hall. It probably wasn’t the best decision to wear such a short dress but her skin felt on fire; clothes were just too restrictive at the moment. She’d cleaned her thighs before she left, making her best effort to prevent her scent from wandering demons. And all was going well until a masculine scent hit her nose. One of Beel’s team mates walked past her; he must have been to the gym as sweat gleamed off his shirtless body. The smell of pheromones hit her instantly and she felt a throb between her legs instantly ruining her underwear. The scent of her was caught by the demon, who turned whilst sniffing into the air. She had to move quickly or he’d trace the scent to her. 

With a frantic look around, she realised how far she still was from Solomon’s quarters but luckily Simeon’s room was only a few doors away from where she stood. Without a second though she raced to the room, listening as footsteps quickly approached behind her. Without knocking, she flung herself into Simeon’s room, thanking anyone and everyone that the door was open. Only, she didn’t expect to see what she did inside.

“Normie…?” Leviathan called out as she panted against the door. In the glowing light of the room were Simeon and Leviathan sat at a table, a stack of comics between them.

“Levi? Oh god, Levi, it’s you.” She took a few running steps to embrace him from behind as he sat down, sending the boy redder than beetroot. “Oh, and Simeon, I’m so sorry for barging in.”

“It is quite alright my sweet,” the angel said, smiling wholesomely at her. “You look parched. What happened?”

“Oh I just-“ she started, her eyes falling to the exposed muscles of his biceps. Beneath his cloak and visible from his black top was the clear outline of his god-sculpted body. A body that made her lose all train of thought.

“Yo, normie?” Levi pinched her hand gently to break her trance.

“Huh? Oh sorry, I just thought someone was following me. Would it be okay if I hung out here for a little while to calm down?” By ‘calm down’ she meant for her core to stop pulsing and her thighs to stop rubbing together. She was getting worse by the minute sitting with the two boys, the total opposites of each other; the demon of envy and the most angelic angel to walk the dusty pits of hell. A yin and yang she most definitely wanted to be in the middle of. “So what are you doing here Levi?” She pulled herself off him and took a seat between them. 

Levi, unable to stop the breath hitching in his throat when she walked in, could scent her before she even walked through the front door. And that was when he realised why she came running into Simeon’s room. Any demon nearby would have been able to pick up her scent with how strong it was. He also sensed her rapid heart beat, pumping and throbbing like her pulse as red tinted her cheeks the look of arousal written all over her face. 

“Levi here is showing me the ways of ‘manga’,” Simeon smiled, oblivious to the way the young girl was fidgeting in her seat.

“Normie, are you alright?” The purple haired demon asked as he watched her. He’d received a message in the group chat from Lucifer to state she was, quote, in a ‘situational state’ with nothing more. Satan had replied with a smirk emoji, leaving Levi to question what exactly was happening.

“I- I need to use the bathroom.” she stammered as the rising colour of her cheeks spread down her neck and chest, making the white dress glow atop of her skin. The more she looked between the two, the more her mind wandered into dirty territory...

“Normie, you don’t look well.” 

Both Leviathan and Simeon reached out to hold her arms. The young girl’s back arched at the contact and gripped the table edge as she stood up, unable to look either of them in the eye as she was unable to hold back the moan, the slight of touches having sent her in the deepest pit of lust and arousal. 

“Levi-“ She finally turned her head over her shoulder to meet his gaze, her eyes swimming and lost behind a clear gaze. Cheeks flushed and her lips parted, she didn’t have to say another word for Leviathan to understand. This was the state Lucifer was clearly on about. With her legs spread a little, the aroma of her arousal quickly found itself to both him and Simeon and Levi knew in that moment just how desperate the situation was. 

“Shit normie.. I-“ Leviathan scratched the back of his neck as he looked between her and Simeon, unsure of how to handle the situation. 

Simeon watched her, a familiar tension building in his stomach, a feeling he often felt around her but was usually able to ignore. But in this moment it was almost overpowering, overwhelming and he was unable to fight the strong stir of emotions inside him. 

“Simeon… I’m so sorry-“ she began and, as she turned, the angel felt himself crumple from the heated gaze that bore down at him as passionate lust took over his body. 

The potion may have had no effect on demons, but the scent alone was enough to have an impact on the angel, sending him into an aroused state.

“Do not apologise, my sweet.” Simeon took one of her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “You by far smell more sweet than anything I have come across. Do not deny yourself the pleasure you desire.” He nodded at Levi who stood up to wrap his arms around her waist. “Use my room as you please.”

“Is this okay?” Levi whispered into the shell of her ear, worried about her more than anything else. Her answer came in a quick nod and her hands bunched up the skirt of her dress to expose the white silk resting upon her skin.

Simeon’s heart was racing as he sat forward, intrigued to watch Levi slowly tug down her underwear, watching the gloss of her arousal stick to the fabric before it pooled to a heap on the floor. A groan filled the room. She was unsure if it came from Levi or Simeon. 

“Please…” she whispered, spreading her legs as she bent forward, exposing her drenched cunt to both of them.

-

Eager eyes flitted between the two of them, Simeon still watching the couple. How Levi had knelt down, spreading the cheeks of her behind to gain better access to her before letting his serpent tongue flicker across her wet slit. How her arms gave out and she fell flat against the oak table, letting her hips buck against his face as he kept her ass in place whilst his tongue disappeared between her velvety folds. How she lost herself when her climax hit after only a few moments calling out for more.

“Leviathan,” she whispered so sweetly as she turned around once his mouth had pulled away from her, the same lips slicked with wetness pressing against her own as her tongue played with his, which had just brought her intense pleasure. 

“I got you.” Hushed whispers shared against her lips as she hastily undid his belt, her hand diving into the confines of his boxers to wrap around his cock, stroking it until he was fully hard, both of them almost forgetting about their audience as he pushed her down, spreading her thighs and pushing them around his waist as he lined himself up against her, taking her with no resistance as he slid into her tight heat.

It was lustful, it was a sin, but most importantly it was love. The reassuring whispers of “I’ve got you, I love you,” as Levi drove deeper into her. His hands holding her waist as he pulled her up to meet his thrusts, her legs tightly around his waist squeezing and tensing with each rock of his hips. The thin silk of her drenched underwear hanging off her ankle, swaying with each movement, almost taunting Simeon as he watched on. 

It was the soft whimpers of ‘harder’ that pulled him from his trance, shining eyes of blue meeting hers in a gaze as they stared on in wonder. Her dress pushed up just enough to bare her waist, her breasts spilling from the top half and bouncing forward with each thrust. Back arched like a bow reaching breaking point off the table, petite hands grasping at anything they could find. And, whilst he and her held eye contact, he watched in awe as she came. Her voice raising into a high pitch moans, chest rising and collapsing quickly, her body curling as they finally broke eye contact when her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moans were so sweet they made the angel blush. He was positive they could part the clouds and give a direct pathway to the gates of heaven. 

It made him wonder how something so beautiful and breathtaking could be such a sin.

It was that which ruined the angel. He was unable to stop himself as a hand began to palm over his erect cock in his pants. Scent, sight and sound became too overbearing for him as he gave into the heat of his need.

The air in the room had changed, Leviathan too busy driving into her to notice it. His grunts and the slapping of his skin echoed off the walls, whilst she came down from her high to fix on Simeon. Watching him as he watched her, his pupils expanding as his tongue darted out to wet his parched lips whilst he continued to touch himself above his clothes. 

By her third orgasm, Leviathan was unable to stop himself holding back, gritting his teeth as his pace began to falter. His eyes screwed shut as his jaw clenched, a stuttered groan came as he released inside her, pressing himself tightly against her to be sure he filled her with everything he had, her name hot off his lips as he leaned down to kiss her, keeping themselves together as they basked in their afterglow. 

“You did so good,” He praised, cupping her cheek as he wiped away the tears that formed under her eyes. Until finally he pulled out of her, his seed from inside her spilling onto the table beneath. “I’ll get a towel,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze before leaving the room. She would have blissfully laid against the table not moving, but the presence of another kept her from doing so. 

“Simeon…” Her voice angelic to his ears as she sat up, her breasts swaying as she stood in front of him, slowly kneeling down. “My sweet, sweet, angel…” The tan of his skin was flushed red as her eyes wandered down, his hand continuing to mess over the front of his trousers as he looked at her like a helpless lamb. “Let me.” She leaned up as she ghosted her lips against his in a way to test him, to test if he’d show any protest but instead he melted into her, letting his lips glide over hers as if that was their sole purpose. 

Her hand slowly trailed up his thighs, parting his legs as she fitted between them. Her own hand replaced his as he whined softly against her. Hands slowly unpopped the buttons, the haste from before now eased into a soothing-time stopping pace. No rush, just slow, burning desire.

“Am I the first?” She questioned, gently nipping at his lower lip as his trousers and boxers slowly came down, her hand ghosting over his erect length but not fully touching.

“Y-yes.” His breath hitched to feel her hand slowly wrap around him. Her eyes widened in shock at the length of him; the gods had truly blessed him. 

“Oh- I-“ His words were lost as his hips slowly bucked into her touch.

“Do you want me to stop?” Letting him free of her hand, she stared up at him with doting affection.

“Please-don’t,” he said, taking a deep breath as she wrapped her hand back around him, her face leaning close. 

“My beautiful angel… my sweet, sweet angel,” she cooed, letting her hand move over him in a gentle grip, savouring the noises he made. The world was completely forgotten,the two of them sharing an intimate moment as she wetted her lips before slowly taking his head into her mouth. His fingers grasped the edge of the chair, twitching as he breathed out in a stuttered breath. His mind went blank as she took him in further, pulling him into the wet depths of her mouth. Her name left his mouth like a chant, repeated like a prayer he spoke every morning and night. 

Leviathan had entered back into the room, pausing before turning and leaving the pair alone in their tender moment. 

Heat pooled in Simeon’s stomach as her lips touched the base of his cock, unable to hold back the groan as the pit inside him dropped. His eyes shut tight as white heat took over him, and then he was spilling down the back of her throat with no warning. 

She hollowed her cheeks as she swallowed his plentiful release, sucking him dry before releasing him. His taste was sweet, lingering, leaving a pleasant taste in her mouth. 

“My perfect angel,” she said, pressing a kiss to his head as his hand moved and intertwined with hers. Nothing in all of heaven had made him feel as good as she had. 

-

“She will be safe here,” Simeon’s face softened as he stared at the young girl asleep in his bed. After the events of earlier, she had passed out with a blissful face whilst the angel and demon cleaned up. “I’ve put a protection charm on the door. No one will be able to get in.”

“It’s not them getting in I’m worried about it’s her getting out,” Leviathan sighed, running his hands over his face. The two boys agreed to never speak of what had happened earlier, for an angel to allow lust to take over his actions especially from watching acts of a demon. 

“I promise you, no harm will come to her. Have you spoken to Lucifer?”

“Yes, he was so pissed she came out. But she’s like the rest of us; never listens to him,” Levi chuckled, watching her sleeping figure cosy up in the blankets. “I guess that’s why we all love her.”

“And did Lucifer explain this- her behaviour..?”

“One guess.”

“Solomon?” Simeon rolled his eyes.

“Bingo. Something about the wrong potion, her basically being in heat, I don’t know. It’s something he needs to explain in person. He was too busy yelling down the phone.”

“She is safe here, my friend. Let us wait until Lucifer comes.” Simeon reached for a comic off the table, intending to pick up the conversation from before she had come in. Only to stop when he saw wetness that they’d missed coating the cover.

-

Lucifer had gone ballistic when he arrived, all his rage was bubbling through him as he yelled left, right and center. “You disobeyed me! how could you be so reckless?” He had scorned her, towering over her with gritted teeth. His words stopped and his anger subsided as her bottom lip trembled, her eyes filling with tears as she hung her head in shame. A weak, “I’m sorry,” made him pull her into his hold tightly, showering her forehead with kisses. He knew it wasn’t her fault; he was simply worried. Worried that if another had scented her the way she was then they would try to take her. “From now on, I need you to stay in the house, okay?” he said, cupping her face as he whispered softly, kissing her gently, hoping she would understand without him saying the words to show how worried he had been. 

Lucifer took her home and straight to his room, informing the brothers not to disturb them. He ran her a bath with rose petals, resting her back against his chest as he cradled her close, whispering sweet words of praise as he washed her. That night, he cared for her, letting his fingers work her she was almost sobbing for him to fill her properly. 

-

In the morning he had to go back to work. As much as he wanted to be with her, his loyalty to Diavolo came first. This time, however, he placed an enchantment on the whole house, ensuring the girl would not be able to leave; the front door, window and back door glued shut if she tried to open them. If another demon opened them and she tried to exit, they would face an electric shock, both of them. It even included the windows; he knew Belphegor had a tendency to sneak out of the attic window. Lucifer was taking no risk or chance. The only way she could leave was if Lucifer left with her or if he lifted the enchantment.

She woke up alone, throwing on one of Lucifer's shirts. Even his lingering scent was arousing, regardless of the way he’d taken care of her in the night. The potion was ruining her. None of the aches or the worn out muscles remained, only fresh feelings and a warm glow. 

She left his room and walked along the corridor until she heard it. 

“Sweeeeeeetie,” Asmo yelled, running, well, skipping, towards her at the top of his voice.

“Asssssie,” she laughed as he picked her up with ease, using strength only a few demons ever got to see. Her shirt lifted as she wrapped her legs around him.

“I heard someoooone’s been in a little trouble the last few days,” he teased in a singsong voice, walking with her in his arms. “I’m offended you didn’t come to me first.” He pouted as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a slow kiss.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now baby,” she whispered, letting that feeling of heat take over once more.

Asmo carried her into his room, keeping one arm around her as he ran a bath, kissing her tenderly whilst the water drew to the right heat, his hands slowly peeling off her shirt until his fingers glided over her soft skin.

“So perfect,” he whispered, letting her undo his own clothes, his trousers dropping to the floor as he picked her up and settled her into the water. He lay back with her straddling him, his mouth nipping gently at her neck as his hand dipped below the water to ghost over her thighs. “And I thought I was meant to be the lustful one,” he teased at the scent of her arousal, his eyes sparkling as he felt her heartbeat quicken. 

She didn’t have time to answer back with quick wit, instead letting his fingers work inside her until she came over them, the water splashing at the sides of the tub as she rocked gently over his until he sat up and began to push her back gently. 

“No,“ she blushed and stopped him, pushing him back down and taking his length into her hand. “I want to be on top.”

Asmo showed no sign of protest, holding her waist gently as his hands brushed up and down her sides whilst she lowered herself onto him. Whilst he knew he was skilled at giving pleasure to his lovers, that he liked to be in control, she needed this more. To let herself set the pace, the mood, the angle. She needed control more than he did at this moment. 

One arm circled her waist to keep her close, the other cupping her breast in his palm, squeezing it softly as it bounced in his hold. Her moans were captured by his mouth, a sweet kiss at first only breathing away for air., before pulling back to each other, this time tongues slipping between the velvet folds of their mouths, desperately searching for each other.

He kept her pressed against him when she came, whining so softly against his lips. His arm around her kept her close even as she tried to pull away naturally, her walls pulsing as he felt every tight flutter over him.

“That’s it, you're so good,” he cooed softly, taking his hand off her breast to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His lips touched her ear as he shallowly rocked up against her. 

He encouraged her through another climax; he was skilled in holding off his own until finally he could do so no more. The water around them was now lukewarm as she pressed her lips tightly against his, the avatar of lust unable to resist anymore as he spilled inside her, bringing her to one final climax from the throb of his head against her cervix. 

He refused her help as he cleaned her thighs and skin with a wet cloth from the side, pressing kisses to her glowing lips. He enjoyed afterwards with her just as much sex itself; she brought him a different type of pleasure. The cuddles, the kisses, the reassurance through panting breaths, the way she looked so radiant as she curled up against him, still a little hazy and drunk off pleasure. He was good at that, making her feel so blissed out that words, colours and meaning to anything no longer made sense.

“I have a class I need to start getting ready for, sweetie.” Asmo pressed a kiss to her forehead, peeling himself away from her even though she clung after him as he placed her on his bed. “I skipped biology this morning, but it’s okay. I got a more physical lesson than R.A.D could ever teach.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Here, this will satisfy you until someone’s back.” Asmo pulled out a toy that curved, passing her a remote. It was her toy, one that Asmo had bought for her when they began experimenting with different ones. He peppered kisses up her thighs before slowly easing it into her. It wasn’t as thick or as big as any of the brothers but at least it did all the work for her to satisfy her. 

She had already begun withering from it’s touch, the curve of it hitting against her g-spot with a humming vibration. Asmo stood for a few moments in silence, in admiration of her. She was beautiful. He didn’t have words for how special she was to him or his brothers, their human captivating the hearts of demons and giving them a piece of her own in return. He was just about to pull himself away to finally leave for class when his door open and in strolled-

“Solomon?” Looking on in confusion, the young girl quickly closed her spread thighs as the sorcerer came walking in as if he belonged.

“My, my.” He had a cheshire grin full of darkness, “So it is true.”

“Solomon, what are you- Get out!” Asmo took a step but a flick of the wrist from Solomon had him frozen in place. Asmo’s eyes darted to her in worry, unable to move any other part of his body. 

“My dear, I can practically sense your heat from here,” Solomon grinned as he focused his attention on her. She was softly mewling as the toy continued on a low intensity with her legs shut. “Don’t fear, I won’t touch.” He knew that if he placed a hand on her in this state, the brothers would feel it due to their pacts and it would only be a matter of seconds before Lucifer appeared. “I just want to watch.” He’d been fascinated at Lucifer's claims, that a human had gone into heat by his doing and he longed to see the effects of it in person himself. “May I?” 

The girl nodded and gently parted her thighs; she knew Solomon wouldn’t hurt her. She also knew of his ‘relationship’ with Asmo. If Asmo trusted him, then so did she. “I won’t touch her, I swear.” Solomon turned to Asmo with a soft look in his ashen eyes. With a click Asmo was free, stumbling forward slightly before stopping. 

“Sweetie… are you sure about this?” Asmo placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it slightly with reassurance. 

“Yes,” she breathed out in a part whine, the toy continuing to buzz inside her, making her stomach light, her eyes heavy with desire as they met Solomon’s. She let her thighs spread further, giving them a full view of her glistening folds as she gently gripped the sheets below. 

Solomon watched with sparkling eyes of lust as she came, quickly followed by another orgasm as Asmo cooed her softly through them, telling her how good she was. But by that point, Solomon was losing his composure. The scent of her heat was affecting him. He knew the potion she had taken had no effect on demons, but after his conversation with Simeon and the way his own body was becoming heated, he was feeling first hand that the effects could pass on to humans and other godly creatures.

“Touch her,” he commanded, peering down at Asmo as his hand moved to palm over the bulge growing in his black slacks. He would stay true to his word, he would not touch her, but he’d never said Asmo couldn’t. 

-

The flames of pleasure licked her lower stomach, a strong sensation she had only felt a few times before building inside. 

“A-Asmo-!” Her voice was wavering and brimmed to the lid with lust, her hands shaking as they grasped at his golden-brown hair.

“"Look at that, Asmo... She cums as easily as you. Just another needy little slut." Solomon's words were sharp, mocking, with a grin on his face, "The great Asmodeus, outdone by a needy slutty human. You should be ashamed."His words were followed by a harsh blow, the sound of the slap ricocheting off the walls as his hand came down onto Asmo’s ass. 

The mumbles of pleasure from the avatar of lust vibrated against her. His tongue languidly licked at her swollen clit whilst two fingers curled up against her walls, pressing over and over against the spot that was rendering her breathless and seeing stars. He wanted to gaze up, admire her body writhing in pleasure with his rose-gold eyes but the way Solomon was roughly pounding into him from behind had them rolling to the back of his skull.

The thrusts from Solomon had Asmo pulling and pushing away from her folds, her hips grinding desperately back against him in need of friction until her hands anchored his head in place to keep him where she desperately needed him. She whimpered his name, thick pools of lust beneath her eyes gazing up and meeting’s Solomon’s. His brow was knitted, his jaw clenched as he drove into Asmo, each thrust harder than the last. His perfect shade of winter eyes baring down at her was the final push she needed.

Her thighs trembled as her toes curled, gasping profoundly into the air with loud curses as every nerve inside her body set alight whilst every hair on her skin stood up. Her spine curved as she rose off the bed, thick rivulets of her arousal releasing from the build up of pressure inside her. 

The hot squirt against his mouth and hand had Asmo undone; getting her to squirt had only happened on a few occasions. He whined heavily, almost louder than her as he came, shooting thick white against his torso as it dripped onto the floor. Solomon growled lowly at the tight clench of Asmo around him, his cock heavily throbbing inside him until he found his own release. His hips pressed harshly against his ass, his cock pulsing as he came inside him.

"You're just a natural slut like Asmo here. Such messy people." Solomon chuckled, slightly breathless as he gazed down at the mess glazing Asmo's skin. The demon surprisingly went red-faced under his words. "Little sluts need to be kept under control. Who knows the trouble you'd get into?" His gaze flickered to the woman. "Must be why Lucifer keeps you on such a short leash."

Solomon grinned with a devilish smile as Asmo cleaned her and himself up, resting against the door frame as he pulled up his slacks. The potion effects seemed to have worked unbelievably well, far better than any aphrodisiac he had ever seen. The girl had been able to handle multiple climaxes, each one growing in intensity until finally it became too much. Whilst she trembled with her aftershocks, she had been able to tell him that after a few hours’ rest her body would recover and be begging for more, muscle aches and bruising all vanishing as if just a dream. 

The white haired sourcer pulled Asmo into a deep kiss before, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, disappearing into thin air at the sound of the front door opening andLucifer calling out. He had come to check she was still there. 

“I’m here,” she panted out, Asmo helping them both to dress as she climbed under the covers. She was exhausted. Lucifer appeared with a smile which quickly faded; he sensed something in the air. 

“My love, who has been here?” His question sounded more like a command as he focused his gaze on her. Asmo could feel her bashfulness at having to explain the situation which occured, choosing to save her the trouble instead. 

“Come, she’s tired.” Asmo blew her a kiss before he tightly gripped Lucifer’s arm and led him down the corridor. 

-

Asmo calmed Lucifer down, explaining everything to him. Telling him how the girl saw Solomon just as close and special to her as she did the brothers. The same applied to Simeon after Levi had told him about the previous day. And Lucifer himself knew first hand the claim to her Diavolo now held.

“As much I hate the thought of his hands on her, if she wishes to be with them as well, we must let her and respect her wishes,” Lucifer sighed. He and his brothers had to accept that she touched the hearts of many and that they simply couldn’t keep her to themselves. “I fear we must learn to share our human, or we simply will push her away…”

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The following morning she rose and headed to the kitchen. Although she still wasn’t going to R.A.D, she tried to keep herself in the routine of getting up and ready. Only, a dull throb pulsed between her thighs upon entering the kitchen upon sighting a shirtless beel wearing low skimmed joggers. Her eyes began falling down his toned torso, abs chiseled by the gods themselves, to the mouth watering v-line that led directly to his-

"Pft! Quit your starin’," Mammon huffed, pulling her out of her trance after witnessing her eyes practically glow. He was still overzealous when it came to her, hating that he had to share and fight for her attention amongst his brothers and, now, three more. 

“I-” a near growl rose deep within her chest to witness Beel innocently licking cream he’d spilled from his deviled puff eclair off his long, slender fingers. Unable to find words, she found herself throbbing and clenching over nothing as she rubbed her thighs on the spot where she stood. All she was able to do was shoot Mammon a look. A look he knew far too well as a smug grin took over his face. 

“I could smell ya from ya room,” he said in a low growl of a voice as he stalked towards her like a predator upon prey, the avatar of greed caging her in between him and the kitchen counter. The pink of his tongue darted out to swipe across the pointed fangs of his teeth before he leaned in. “I betcha ya already dripping.” His suspicion was confirmed as she sat upon the counter, hitching her skirt up for him to witness the wet patch already staining the silk of her underwear. A small ‘please’ was all she could muster, giving into the heat surging across her body as the need grew stronger with each passing second. “I’ve been waiting for ya, to get ma time with ya, waiting to make that tight pussy feel so good that ya won’t want anyone else.”

The following few moments were a blur, her eyes held tightly shut, nails scratching indents into the wooden surface. Her mind was left blank, two fingers swirling over her clit whilst two more thrusted into her tight cunt, unsure whose hand was whose. Her body lay flat against the surface as the two brothers stood between her legs, one leg hooked over Mammon's shoulder whilst the other rested over Beels, the two of them working in perfect unison to bring her to a blissful climax before the sun had fully risen. 

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“Look,” Mammon’s voice commanded as he gripped her chin to keep her facing the full length mirror in front of his bed. Naked, he sat with her back to his chest, her feet placed onto his spread legs with his cock buried to the hilt inside her, giving her a full show of his cock disappearing and entering her each time he lifted her up. 

His teeth caught her ear as he whispered filth, “Look how well you take me, my tight human, my lewd girl,. Cumming again? Filthy girl, ya gonna make me bust a nut squeezing me like that, that’s it, scream ma name baby.” 

He held her waist with an arm around her, using his hidden strength to lift her up and down as he thrusted deeper. The girl was in the deepest of pleasure, tongue lolling to the side with her eyes thick with rapture, her head resting back on Mammon’s chest as she let him work her body. 

A low growl reminded her that there was another in the room Beel sat watching from the side with his hand around himself, his eyes focused purely on her, watching Mammon stretching her and her perky breasts bouncing up and down. His jaw ached to be on them, his tongue ready to devour her and his cock ready to buried deep inside her. 

“My turn,” he growled, as Mammon’s hips pressed up against her, his teeth in her shoulder to muffle his cry as he came inside her. Beel blocked the view of the mirror as he stood in front, the girl whimpering at the size of him. She couldn’t lie, his cock always scared her. Like his physical build, it was huge and intimidating. 

“Wait ya turn, I’m not done.” Mammon continued to shallowly thrust as she began to tremble in his hold, clenching around him with a tight grip. A heavy groan left him, making Beel roar in anger. 

The ginger dropped to his knees. His height had him now eye level with the girl as he kissed her deeply. One of his hands began thumbing over her nipple as the other toyed with her clit, making her buck violently against Mammon. The added stimulation had her thighs quaking and, if not for Mammon for holding her up, she would have fallen sideways as she came. 

They helped her ride out the high, before Beel lifted her up and off Mammon, Mammon unable to match his strength as he huffed, watching Beel push himself into her. The girl shifted so her legs were around Beel, her arms around his neck as she clung to him. She was as light as a feather to him, him kissing her deeply as she felt Mammon stand and line himself up behind her. His cock, slicked with her arousal, together with wet fingers, pressed against her puckered hole. 

“We’re gonna fuck ya so good,” Mammon licked the shell of her ear as a finger pushed into her, Beel slowly bouncing her off his cock, both brothers as greedy as each other as they filled her, taking climax after climax and leaving her utterly speechless. It was hard to tell in that moment which one really was the avatar of greed.

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The next day, the girl had literally fucked the heat out of her body. Mammon and Beel had sent her into overstimulation as they worked together until she saw stars and came close to passing out. 

But when she woke up in her own bed the next day, heading down to breakfast and seeing all of the brothers, no rush of arousal came to her. The potion’s effects had finally worn off. 

“Morning!” She smiled sweetly, walking in and grabbing a slice of toast off the counter. The brothers waited a second, seeing if she would pounce on any of them but it never came. Instead, she merrily chatted and took a bite out of her food. 

The girl was thankful it was Saturday so she could enjoy some free time on the weekend. 

“Well, I think I might go out, get some fresh air if anyone wants to join?” she asked, turning around and heading out the door. But a leather glove stopped her, sending her turning backwards to see all of the brothers stalking close to her, Lucifer keeping a grip on her wrist. 

“It seems, my dove, you overspent myself and my brothers this week.” Lucifer pulled her close, his hand cupping her cheek. “You’ve been a very needy girl.” 

Lucifer caught her lips as the other brothers surrounded her, each one pulling at her for her attention, several pairs of lips finding her own, several sets of hands beginning to undress her and caress her skin. 

For the first time, all seven of the brothers shared her, savouring their tiny human all for themselves. And as for getting some fresh air, that was never going to happen, since she wasn’t able to leave the house at any point that weekend, purely because she couldn’t walk the following day. 

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Alright diavolosbaby requested a Diavolo x Fem Reader Angst, where y/n is pregnant with his child and everyone is scared for her life because she is giving birth to a demon's child not only that but a demon with royal blood flowing through their veins. They also gave me the option to decide the ending thats cool!

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔩��𝔣𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔞 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔢

❦︎ Diavolo was prepared for the child that would soon be running around this castle, I mean mans had the room ready, a playground in the back and ton of toys. Yes he was prepared for that but what he wasn't prepared for was for your water to break while do a fuckin back-flip...wtf y/n???? Don't worry you landed before your water broke

❦︎ Diavolo was scared...I mean who wouldn't be when you wife is in labor and there are high chances of her dying

❦︎ He'll hold your hands and whisper sweet words in your ear while waiting for the royal doctor to come

❦︎ Even through the procedure of giving birth he'll stay by your side all the way through to make sure you'll be alright

❦︎ After you were done giving birth you both decided to name the child Leonore yes the child is female

❦︎ Diavolo would hold the bundle of joy in his arms and smile down at her sleeping form. He would turn to you say "She beautiful.. she'll make a great successor darling!" You looked at him and smile weakly and call him over

❦︎ He would rush to your side after hearing your small voice

~Present~

Diavolo rushed to Y/n's side worry evident on his face he cupped his hand within hers and looked her in the eyes while she looked back lovingly and sat up straight. He opened his mouth to speak but the look in your eyes told him to let you speak

"Darling" you spoke you in a voice laced with sadness, "I love you dearly and our daughter and I wish I could be able to be there to watch her grow-" she started but was cut off, "B..But you will love don't say such heartbreaking things..I..I" before he could finish y/n squeezed his hand gently "You didn't let me finish dear...I don't have much time so hear me out...please?" He looked at her pleading eyes and sighed " Of course dear..." you only smiled and kissed his cheek "Thank you Diavolo for all you've done for me I've never regretted a moment being by your side and until this day I regret nothing, your my first love and my only love" She coughed a few times and returned to talking before it's to late. "I love you and everyone here my days here were brightest, I'll miss all of you..so..much.." She cried between talking "But it seems that I won't be staying long...Take care of daughter even with out a mother she has you and everyone I might not be physically there but I'll always be by your side even death will not..tear...me...from...your...side......." a loud beeeeeeeep sound could be heard through out the room along with the pleading of a man and the crys of a baby.

I did exactly like you asked of me dear our princess has grown into a strong independent lady there isn't a day I haven't thought of you y/n I miss you dearly

I hoped you enjoyed this I almost cried myself when writing the part where y/n cried anyways have a nice day

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Troublesome Brothers (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x Reader, Luke platonic.

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Can you do one where a female mc is like exhausted from having to fix all the brothers problems so they're just sleeping for like a week straight. How would the brothers react? And... Maybe the undateables if you can! Thank you 😁😁

A/N: This request is great but poor MC!  I can imagine the game having an event like this. 😂

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Lucifer

Who do I need to punish!? 

Then a line of questions follows. Who would tire you out to this point? Is Devildom getting to you? Does he need to send you back to your world? What will he tell Diavolo?

Lucifer doesn't know where to start, but then Simeon hints that he and his brothers are the reason behind your fatigue.

He swallows his pride and let's guilt take over. How could he be so careless? He's supposed to be watching over you, yet...

Lucifer calls his brothers for an emergency meeting and explains the situation to them. All the demons feel guilty and decide to write an apology letter to you. 

Once you wake up, Lucifer hands you the letters and asks you to take it easy for the time being.

If any of his brothers dare to fight in front of you, he will glare them down until they shrink into a corner. 

Mammon

OH MY DEVIL, SHE IS DEAD!

Mammon runs around the House of Lamentation crying and calling his brothers while yelling that you're dead. 

All the demons drop everything and rush to your room. Lucifer checks on you while Satan hits Mammon upside the head for scaring them.

Once he learns that you're just sleeping, he calms down a bit but is still worried. 

Mammon waits for you to wake up next to your bed. He doesn't even leave the room to sleep or eat. Beel has to bring him food half-eaten food. 

When you wake up, he greets you with a bone-crushing hug and tears in his eyes. Then he asks if you're okay and what happened. He adds that he was afraid that he lost you.

If you choose to tell him the truth, he will be upset at himself for letting this happen to you. Mammon will promise that he will not cause you any trouble. 

He doesn't tell you this, but Mammon got into a habit of watching you sleep. So sometimes, at night, he sneaks into your room and sleeps there. 

Levi

NO NO NO NO NO!!! This can't be happening! 

Levi starts panicking, then freezes, then starts panicking again. Blood is rushing to his mind, and he feels dizzy. 

Did I do something to hurt her? Did someone else hurt her? Did I keep her up too late? Maybe I shouldn’t have forced her to watch me play video games the entire night! 

Levi sits against your bedframe with his knees to his chest, holding his head in his hands. 

Only when his brothers come to check on you does he learn that you are just sleeping. 

When you wake up, Levi is restlessly pacing around the room. As soon as he sees you awake, he nearly throws his arms around you but then blushes and backs away. 

"Normie, can't you take care of yourself? You had all of us worried."  

No matter how much he pressures you to tell him the reason behind your tiredness, please don’t say a word. Levi will not be able to handle the truth, so spare the poor demon.

Asmo

Oh no! My lovely sweetie is not waking up!

Asmo is truly worried about your health. Your skin will be well-rested, but not washing cleaning your skin will cause issues. 

You will no longer be tired, but your muscles will stiffen. You need to eat to survive, so not eating is going to be an issue. 

Asmo already feels wrinkles appearing on his skin from worrying so much. He asks Solomon for help, much to Lucifer's dismay. 

When you wake up, Asmo immediately apologizes to you and tells you that you need to take better care of yourself. 

"If you don't care for yourself, then you won't be able to care for us!"

Asmo becomes your partner in crime from then on. Whenever his brothers cause issues, he tries to help you, so that you don't take on too much stress. 

Satan

WHY ISN'T SHE WAKING UP? WHOSE NECK DO I NEED TO SNAP!?

His rage gets to him, and Satan nearly wipes out half of Devildom. Thankfully, Lucifer, Beel, and Diavolo are about to stop him. 

While the eldest brother searches for answers, Satan stays in your room and looks at you.

A thought crosses his mind...will a true loves kiss wake her up? Humans and angels are going to school in hell, so it's not a farfetched idea, right?

Wrong.

He kisses you, but you continue to sleep. Satan has never felt this embarrassed in his life. 

"I need to stop reading romantic novels." 

He is thankful that none of his brothers are there to witness this moment; otherwise, they won't let him live it down. 

Satan patiently waits for you to wake up, and when you do, he can't look in the eyes. One thought keeps racing in his mind: what if she finds out I kissed her while she was asleep? 

Beel

When Beel hears that you have not woken up for a whole day, he runs into your room and flings open the door so hard that it rips from the hinges. 

He tries to wake you up by shaking you, hugging you, asking you to wake up, and even offering you your favorite food. 

Beel gets so worried that he binge eats more than usual. He even eats inedible objects. 

When you open your eyes, you see Satan sitting on the edge of your bed. He tells you to hurry and get ready. 

"Beel has been eating so much that all the grocery stores in Devildom are out of food. Now, he is trying...no...I am sure he has already started eating Diavolo's castle. Only you can stop him." 

Belphie

She's not waking up? Great, I have a nap partner!

Belphie takes this chance to nap with you every day. He is worried about you, but what better way to watch over you than sleeping by your side? 

Belphie learns from Beel that the brothers are the reason for your condition. He makes up his mind that he's going to force you to nap with him daily. That way you can at least get some rest, and he can use that as an excuse to spend more alone time with you.

His brothers ask him to leave you alone, but Belphie doesn't listen to them. He doesn't want to miss this chance to snuggle with you. 

When you wake up, you see Belphie's face in front of you. He is fast asleep with his arms wrapped around your waist. 

Diavolo

She hasn't woken up in days? YOU TELL ME THIS NOW?

Diavolo drops everything and visits you. After seeing your exhausted face, he asks Barbatos to cancel all his meetings and appointments. 

The King of Demons carries you back to the castle and asks the best doctors to attend to you. On the side, he also asks Barbatos to look into the situation.

When the demon butler informs him about the reason, Diavolo isn't sure how to react. He is angry, but he doesn't want to point fingers without getting your perspective first. So, he holds back on taking action until you wake up.

When you open your eyes, you see Diavolo's large form cuddling with you. He looks like an angel a puppy while sleeping. 

Diavolo mumbles something in his sleep. Something along the lines of “(Y/N), wake up soon...I love you". 

Barbatos

Oh dear, I was hoping this would not happen.

When you last visited Diavolo's castle, Barbatos noticed that you were exhausted. He even asked if you were alright, but you brushed his concerns aside. 

It didn't take him long to learn the reason behind your fatigue, and the demon butler was unhappy, to say the least. 

After getting permission from Diav, Barbatos shifts you to the castle.  

Once you are settled in the castle, the butler sends the brothers a basket of their favorite foods along with a note saying to take care of themselves. 

The brothers are delighted to eat their favorites, but their excitement diminishes as soon as they put the first bite into their mouths. 

The flavors of the food are completely opposite; Asmo's wicked cupcake is super spicy; Mammon's spicy noodles are sickeningly sweet; Belphie's sushi has nothing but wasabi...

While the brothers are shell-shocked, Barbatos watches them through a window with a smile. 

“This is just the beginning.” He chuckles before heading back to the castle to tend to you.

Simeon

I should have stopped her from pushing herself too hard. 

Immediately comes to see you when Asmo tells him that you haven't woken up in two days. 

You told him that you were tired and hinted that your fatigue was a result of helping the brothers and worrying about them. So why didn't he stop you?

Simeon feels immensely guilty for not catching your hint. 

He asks Lucifer if he can take you to Purgatory Hall. When the demon agrees, Simeon decides to tell Lucifer the truth. 

By no means does Simeon blame the demons, but he asks Lucifer to give you a break. 

When you wake up, you see Simeon sitting on a chair next to your bed. His head resting on your bed, and his hand gently holding onto yours. 

Luke enters the room and is happy to see you awake. He tells you that Simeon hasn't slept in the past few days as the angel was too worried about you. 

Luke

SEE DEMONS ARE BAD! 

Luke is upset with the brothers and blames them for your condition. Simeon has to hold him back. 

The young angel tells the demons that you're much safer in Purgatory Hall, so henceforth, you will be staying with them. 

Luke asks Simeon to carry you back to their dorm. When the brothers protest, the angel says demons are not to be trusted.

When you wake up, you see Luke sitting next to you, watching you with sad puppy eyes.

The angel immediately throws his arms around you and says, you're in a safe place now. He also promises that neither he nor Simeon will cause you any problems.

Luke asks if you are hungry and hands you a plate of your favorite sweets. 

Solomon

Solomon is shocked and considers using a potion to wake you up. But when he sees you resting well, he reconsiders. 

As a punishment for the troubles they caused you, Solomon comes to visit you every day and causes a few mishaps here and there.

He also makes sure to irk some of the brothers Lucifer in the process. 

If Lucifer asks him to leave, Solomon taunts him by saying someone has to care for you since you're too busy sorting out OTHER people's problems. 

When you wake up, your entire room is filled with firefly-like orbs and your favorite flowers. 

Solomon greets you and gently strokes your hair before kissing your head. He immediately asks if you want to consider moving to his dorm. 

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