#diavolo x mc
crying, screaming, throwing up rn
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Hi! Can I request f! MC proposing to diavolo casually with no ring? Just in bed, cuddling, half asleep, then she says "will you marry me?"
Let’s be honest, is there really any other way to propose to someone?
F!MC Casually Proposing to Diavolo
“Hey… babe..?” MC slowly turns on her side, slinging her arm over Diavolo’s chest and cuddling closer into him.
“What is it, my Little Soul?” Diavolo asks, gently wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her on top of him. He brushes his fingers through her hair, inhaling her scent and sighing in content.
“We have another big day tomorrow…” MC almost whines, a yawn interrupting her from continuing.
It had been a long day for the both of them, but things were finally starting to settle down. Unfortunately, it would be another big day tomorrow. A meeting with the Vices was scheduled, and the brothers had been sent to the Human World for a short while to give Diavolo a break from their shenanigans.
“Yes we do,” Diavolo agrees, not to keen on thinking about it in that moment.
“I don’t want to go to the meeting..”
“But MC, you’re part of the Council. Your presence is needed.”
“I know but… I’d just rather do something else like… running away with you to get married. We could hide out in the Human World for a bit and have chance to relax.” MC rants, starting to wake up the more she talks.
“What was that?” Diavolo inhales sharply, not sure if he heard her right.
“We’d have a chance to relax?”
“No, before that. You said you wanted to run away to get married. MC, did you just propose to me?” Diavolo sits up, pulling MC into his lap and looking her in the eyes. “Do you want to marry me?”
MC blushes darkly, bowing her head in embarrassment. “Yes, but you said there was bad blood, so we can’t…”
“MC…” Diavolo waits until she looks into his eyes. “I know what I had said, and times have changed. Let’s get married.”
MC opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted when Diavolo kisses her. A kiss that held many promises and an adventurous future.
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𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜
𝚊/𝚗: hope you enjoy 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚚𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 & 𝚏𝚎𝚖/𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍,(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛)(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢) 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 & 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝙽𝙱𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝚎𝚝𝚌 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞♡♡
𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚢𝚎𝚜 | 𝚗𝚘
𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
has a love for soft plushies. Absolutely love squishmellows would probably have a collection too
adores the idea of cuddling with his s/o. spooning is one of his favorite positions, especially when he is the little spoon
has a very good memory. So if you ever say you like anything but don't buy get it best believe he would get it for you for a holiday or birthday
Idk why but I feel like he would love the human worlds soups and stews, they just make him feel warm & soft inside in a way he has never experienced
likes the fact that you drape a blanket over him if he ever falls asleep while doing paperwork at his desk. But would prefer if you could just wake him up even though thats basically impossible
Keep him away from human memes and slang, he will incorporate them into his life / speech, Lucifer and Barbatos are in pain
he sleeps with socks on
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If its not too much to ask, could I get breeding/impregnation kink hcs with diavolo and a transmasc mc? I just started his birthday event and I'm just 😳 super tall bimbo..........rail me im gay 💦💦
(So if you don't mind, this will be similar to the ones I have done before! Will include warnings and a cut!)
TW: breeding kink, impregnation kink, vulgar language
Diavolo is the Demon Lord of the Devildom, and he knows at some point he will need an heir to take over for him when the proper time comes
So he reaches out to his beloved boyfriend MC, and asks how he feels about the idea of carrying his offspring
When he agrees to the idea, Diavolo can not keep his hands off of him, pulling him underneath his giant body every time he gets a chance
His cock always stuffing his cunt so deep and full, MC can't seem to walk right the next day when he is done with him
"Please fuck me, Dia, make me full!" MC cries whenever Diavolo is fucking his brains out, filling him over and over with his seed and making sure it stays in when he pulls out, using his thumb to press his cum back in
"Don't spill a drop, MC, we need to make sure it takes."
"Your cunt looks so beautiful full of my cock, MC." He says this over and over every night when he takes MC roughly on his bed
"Please let me fill you again MC, I need you to be mine and mine alone," he practically growls against his lips, earning a gasp from the man beneath him
His thrusts don't relent, pace only picking up as he goes, until he hits another high and fills MC for the third time this night
He never wants to leave his warmth so he keeps his cock stuffed inside of him, waiting until he gets hard once more to take MC all over again
He loves to touch his lower stomach, knowing how full his with his seed and he can't help but smile at the thought of a little one growing inside of him now
"Let me love you as much as possible MC. I adore you for being with me like this," he whispers into his ear as he nuzzles his neck and waits for MC to be ready for another round
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"always with you."
warnings: blood, death mention, mc death, semi-yandere, angst, heartbreak.
diavolo x gn!mc
pls read at your own discretion!! <3 lmk if there are any more triggers i should tag!!
there you were, in all your glory. lying in a beautiful pool of your own blood. you've never looked prettier to him.
the light had faded from your eyes, skin colder. you weren't quite dead yet.
"diavolo?" your little voice had rasped.
"yes, im here. im right here."
reassurance wasn't needed, was it? you were dying, nothing could have stopped it. or him.
"it's okay, i promise..."
your blood splattered on your skin, the darkness of the devildom sky reflecting in your lifeless eyes. you watched him silently, your vision, your heartbeat, you, fading.
nothing could have stopped that monster. nothing. and yet this end, it was oh, so bittersweet.
for the first time in centuries, true, solemn tears formed in diavolo's eyes. he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. time passes by, demons don't die.
every mortal a demon could love or have loved, they would outlive them. their precious time waning, their lifespan dwindling.
only time could tell until he truly lost his mind. his heart wasn't gone just yet. no, no. he will lose it tonight, he already lost his heart.
his gaze focused on you, he brought you closer to him, laying you awkwardly in his lap. he watched as you coughed and heaved, suffering in true silence. there's nothing you would say, fuck, even could say.
and yet, he was holding you. holding onto that fragment of hope, the little spark of hope that maybe you would survive, that you wouldn't blame it all on him.
but it was his fault. he was the one that tore through your delicate flesh, shredding it mercilessly, hungrily, with his claws. he was the reason you were dying.
the unforgettable feeling of destroying you, hurting you, breaking you, it filled him with a demonic, unhuman joy. a one he didn't want to feel. a one he despises. the hunger for more of you. it drove him off the edge.
truth is, he loved you from the start. your personality, the first time he saw you smile, the butterflies that filled him up with joy. the warmth that filled his abandoned heart. he loved all of you. you were his.
no, but he couldn't have you. as much as he wanted you, he was a prince. you were human. he couldn't love you. you were his everything, but he would have to marry a beautiful demon maiden, no matter where his heart lied.
his love, crave, desire, need, for more and more of you drove him mad. he couldn't get enough, he tore your heart, your soul out of you. just for him. his selfishness. and now, he had to deal with the consequences. he lost you. his one and only.
his hands, formerly claws, stained with his beloved's blood. you were gone now. your breath shallowed. you couldn't go on. demonic selfishness was the end of you. of him.
"im always with you..." but he did not speak to you, rather, himself. a way of comforting the emptiness that ebbed throughout him. the immense guilt. you died. because of him.
"it'll always be your fault, diavolo."
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Lucifer : Good morning.
Diavolo: Good morning.
Barbatos : Good morning.
M/C : You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
Mammon: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS
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gn!reader x diavolo
Fluff; teaching Diavolo what a little spoon is
"MC, I have a question," Diavolo states thoughtfully while crossing his arms in front of his chest, his eyes following Barbatos as the butler removes the empty plate in front of him.
You hum in response, drinking the last of your tea before shifting your attention to the prince.
"What does 'being the little spoon' mean?" he asks in such a stiff tone, you barely suppress a laugh.
"Who told you about that?" you chuckle, noticing Barbatos crack a small smile as well.
Diavolo furrows his brows, lips pursing while telling you someone called him a little spoon in the comments of his most recent post, and they didn't give a response when he asked about it.
"You know when people cuddle, the person being held is referred to as the little spoon," you explain, a fond smile playing around your lips while you mimick Diavolo's pose, also crossing your arms in front of your chest.
The demon thinks about your words, brows furrowing even further.
"Hm, I don't think I've ever cuddled before... how do I know if I'm a little spoon then?"
You just stare at him, not sure if you're surprised by the lack of experience in the field of affection before shrugging.
"Can we cuddle, MC?"
You take a few seconds to let his question sink in, heat rushing to your face as you understand. Diavolo wears a happy smile as he waits for your response, his hands resting on his thighs now, excitement obvious.
"Uhm, I'm not sure-"
"My schedule is free for the rest of the day anyways," Diavolo beams while getting up, and a glance at Barbatos confirms the prince's words.
Without warning, Diavolo picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, not phased by your surprised yelp, his strength still overwhelming sometimes.
"Okay, so what do I do?" Diavolo asks after setting you down in front of his bed, hands resting on his hips.
"Just-" you run a hand over your hair, trying to overplay how flustered you are, "lay down, I guess."
No one's ever been this enthusiastic about laying down you're sure of it while watching the demon get onto the mattress, looking up at you with a bright grin. Deep red hair loses its smooth fix as it drags along the pillow, and Diavolo's smile is hidden from you after he turned around on your request.
You smile to yourself, hesitating for a moment before taking your place behind him, carefully wrapping your arms around the demon prince.
"I guess," you chuckle, confidence growing as you feel him relax a little.
You push your body tighter against his, chin resting on his shoulder. "It's even better in comfortable clothes."
Diavolo hums thoughtfully, carefully shuffling around, his hands coming to rest on yours over his stomach.
"I think I like it."
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May I be 💸 Anon?
Also, do you think you could maybe, if you want to, do a scenario where Diavolo and Lucifer (separately) are begging (Afab) reader to let them breed her?
Because I have this theory that since demons go into heat that it happens 1-2 a year in male in female. But ovulation in human females gives off the same scent as a She devils heat so let’s say for 1-7 ovulation period and nothing brings a man to his knees begging for a touch begging for anything like the tempting scent of heat, and reader has no mercy on these two.
I’d do anything to see Diavolo and Lucifer Pride broken, tearing up, gasping, and begging to release inside and breed reader just to be denied.
But! Only if you can! And if you want to! No pressure! 🥺😌
Take care! 🤍
Sure thing! You can be 💸 anon! I love this concept, I’m a damn sadist and I love making people suffer. Have a great day!🖤🤍
Diavolo breeding kink
The bed shook as Diavolo thrashed against his restraints, all you had to do was grind your pussy against his cock and he was losing his mind. He kept trying to thrust into you but you wouldn’t let him.
“P-please! I want to be inside you!” He whimpered. You sat down on his thigh, your hand going back to stroking his cock. “Please! (Y/n), let me cum inside you!” He squirmed, and yanked on the restraints.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Aren’t you having fun?” The pathetic whimpering was getting louder as he got closer, you knew exactly what he wanted but you wanted to tease him.
His cock flexed in your grip. Oh, he was getting close, you grinned and increased your pace. “N-no! Pleasepleaseplease! I’m close please let me cum inside you!”
You hummed as you pretended to think about it, quickening your pace and just watching him. He was so close, but he was trying not to cum. “You really want to cum inside me?” He nodded so eagerly, so you clicked your tongue and said. “Ok, I’ll let you cum inside me.”
His eyes lit up at that. He thanked you, moaning when you took him into yourself. You wrote him quickly, feeling him throbbing inside you. “O-oh, just a little more please!”
You gave him a kiss, before pulling off of him and grinding against him, making him cum onto his own stomach. Diavolo let out a pitiful whimper, trying to rock back into you.
Lucifer breeding kink
Lucifer growled as you squeezed around him. “Keep that but and you’re going to make me cum…” He moaned and beckoned you to come down for a kiss.
You lean down, smiling and give him a peck on the lips before sitting back up and increasing your pace.
“Luci, if you cum too soon, I’m not gonna let you cum inside me.” You growl back. You two hadn’t been going for that long and you were not gonna reward him for cumming so soon.
He laughed, thrusting up into you, closing his eyes as you slammed down onto him. “F-fuck, yes keep doing that!”
You can feel him twitching inside you, you know he’s not going to last much longer, poor thing is just so pent up. You pull him into a deep kiss, then right as he’s about to cum, you pull off him, grinning as he whimpers.
“Oh? Did I ruin it? Oops, guess we’ll just have to start all over again.” Lucifer whines, rocking his hips into the air.
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Hey! I recently came across your blog and I love your Obey me! HC so much☺️☺️ if its okay could I request the Obey me! Brothers + dateables reacting to MC hugging them, nuzzling closer and then saying “you smell like home”🥺🥺 thank you!!💕
The Demon Bros & Undatables: Reacting to MC calling them home :’)
• You’ve had a long day, and Lucifer is the only one who you know can cheer you up
• So you go to his office, walking in without knocking first, something you only did when you really needed him (which he knew)
• When he hears his door open he looks up with irritation, but then seeing it’s you he gets up and walks over to you with his arms open
• “MC, what’s wrong” his voice is soft and reaffirming, and you let yourself be wrapped in his arms
• You don’t answer at first, just listening to his heartbeat in his chest and enjoying the smell of his cologne
• “You smell like home” you whisper against his chest, and at that moment he swears he’s never felt love stronger than what he feels for you
• He does Not tear up. No sir not him!
• He tightens his arms around you a bit and kisses the top of your head, truly speechless at what to say
• “Then stay with me forever” he whispers, and you nod into his chest
• He’s walking you back to your room in the HoL after the two of you got dinner together, and you’re chatting about the meal and how the waitress you had was really pretty
• You arrive at your door, and you turn towards Mammon and hug him tightly, your head resting against his shoulder
• “Mmm, you smell like home” you comment to yourself, realizing after a second that he definitely heard you
• Big blush boy wraps his arms around you tighter than he ever had before
• “Sheesh MC, you’re gonna make me blush” he jokes, but his heart felt like it could explode he was so happy
• You hug for longer than the two of you usually did and you both fell asleep thinking about each other :)
• You were laying in his bed, his arm around your shoulders as you leaned into him, watching the newest episode of an anime
• You zoned out during the commercial break, resting your head against his chest
• “You smell like home, Levi”
• If you think Mammon blushed, you have no idea how hard Levi blushed
• He didn’t know what to say, and you thought you could feel the heat from the blush on his face
• You looked up at him and sure enough, his face was redder than you’d ever seen it
• You kissed his cheek, figuring you might as well really make him blush ✨
• He honestly blacked out a little lol
• You were reading in the library with him, you head on his lap as the two of you read your respective books
• It was getting late, so you closed your book and turned towards him, snuggling in his lap and closing your eyes
• His hand fell against your head, and he played with your hair as he continued to read
• “Home..” you whispered, a small smile crossing your face
• “Hm?” he hinted for you to repeat yourself
• “You smell like home” you repeated, opening your eyes and looking up at him
• He tried not to blush, but you knew him well enough you could see though his facade
• He held your gaze for a moment before moving his hand down to cup your face, eyes saying more than his words ever could
• You’re spending the night in his room after a self care night, currently choosing which movie to fall asleep to (or talk through the night to)
• You decide on a meodicre movie from the human world, so it wouldn’t keep your attention too seriously
• He opens his arms for you, and you snuggle against him
• “Asmodeus...” you start
• “Yes?” he looked to you smiled
• “You smell like home” you pressed a light kiss to his chest and laid your head back down
• He was silent for a moment, then speaking “I’m glad you feel safe here, in my arms, MC”
• You end up talking about your lives throughout the night (yk one of the chats you have with someone until like four am about anything and everything)
• You’re leaning against his arm in the kitchen as he snakcs, rambling to him about how frustrating classes had been
• “Mmm, but you smell like home, so I feel way better now that I’m with you” you end your rant and wrap an arm around his, holding onto him tightly
• He’s so touched :’)
• He isn’t great with words, though, so he leans over and kisses the top of your head and offers to make you your favorite food from the human world (or have it delivered)
• You smile into him, “That’d be great, Beel. Thank you”
• You whisper it as you’re falling asleep with him after a long day of classes and errands for Lucifer
• “You smell like home...”
• Not much wakes him up when he’s about to fall asleep, but a confession like this does the trick
• He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder (or the back of your neck if you’re comfortable with that)
• “Thank you, MC” he whispers to you as you drift into a nap
• He’s working late into the night again, but he finished all his paperwork early so he can sit in bed with you as you sleep
• You scoot over and rest your head against the side of his thigh, not wanting to disturb his laptop but wanting to smell the comforting smell of your favorite demon
• “Dia...you smell like home” you whisper against him, and he almost thought he didn’t hear you right
• A human ?? Making his heart feel like this ??
• He hides his face in his hand for a moment before coming back to his senses
• “I’ll always be your home, MC. I promise” he said gently, moving a hand from his work to stroke your hair
• He’d had a longer day than usual with Diavolo, and you were practically asleep when he got into bed well past midnight
• “Mmm, welcome” you tease lightly, voice groggy
• “Go to sleep” he whispered, not wanting you to lose any more sleep than you already had
• You snuggled against his chest, appreciating his warmth, “You smell like home” you half consciously whispered
• ERROR: BARBATOS HAS STOPPED WORKING
• He holds you closer than he thought was demonly possible, whispering little words of affirmation to you as you fell asleep in his arms
• You were walking around the park, holding hands and talking about your day
• The two of you passed a nice fountain, and decided to take a picture to remember your day together
• You moved closer to him, and suddenly your nose was filled with his scent
• “Simeon, you smell so good. Like, home” you commented, not expecting a blush to cross his face almost instantly
• “MC...” he was speechless, but just pulled you into a hug (and took a selfie of the two of you hugging, because he never wanted to forget this moment)
• “Thank you” he smiled the most genuine smile you’d ever seen, and you knew you wanted Simeon in your life forever
• You’ve enlisted his help for cooking duty, and the two of you are working on your favorite dish from the human world
• He leans across you to grab a measuring cup, and you can’t help but notice how comforting and familiar he smells
• “Solomon, you smell like home” you turn and wrap your arms around him, inhaling deeply against him
• He !!
• “Awh, MC” he laughed lightly, “You should have told me sooner”, then setting down the measuring cup and wrapping his arms back around you
A/N: I didn’t feel comfortable doing Luke w/this one just bc ,, he is a child and I would feel weird telling a child they smell like home yk ?? Anyways I ~loved~ this prompt hehe I hope you guys enjoy
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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 & 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 ft. dateables
includes: obey me! dateables x reader
content warning: 18+ content, humiliation, swearing, mentions of corruption and public sex.
💭: you requested it so, here's part two!!ㅡ hina
PART ONE HERE
"shh, pretty..." solomon grunted in your ear. "you're being too loud, someone will hear us. you wouldn't want that, would you?"
you choked back a moan when he thrusted into you again from behind, shaking your head at his question. your underwear was pushed to the side and you were leaning forward against the couch, barely able to hold yourself up from the pleasure coursing through your veins. it didn't help that he was radiating magical energy that made your skin buzz with life.
"good puppy.." solomon cooed, biting your earlob. "I bet you are enjoying being fucked where anyone could walk in at anytime, hm?"
before you could moan out a response, the door to the side of the common room opened and you gasped, trying to tell solomon to stop but he didn't notice the intruder, pressing your face into the couch.
this poor, poor angel
he has seen some things before, but he was not prepared to see his innocent dove having sexual intercourse with solomon in the common room
he instantly gasps, covering his eyes and turning away from the sinful act
he can't help the warmth that spreads through him and the tightening of his pants
he imagines what it would be like to have you underneath him instead
he quickly rushes out of the room, cheeks ablaze
he knows it's wrong and he prays to the celestial realm that he hasn't overstepped
he is disgusted with himself for thinking such dirty thoughts about you
but you just looked so pretty like that
he will rush to your room at night when he can't get any sleep; your moans plague his mind
he begs for your touch even though he knows it will corrupt his nature and make him a sinner
all he knows is that he needs you
when he sees you both, he finds it intriguing
two humans, one of them a powerful sorcerer, freely fucking in the common room where anyone, and any demon, could walk in
he chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest and he watches as you both scramble up to get into a less intimate position
you apologise bashfully and he shakes his head, amused "oh no, don't worry, it's okay."
the next day, you receive an invitation to go to diavolo's castle and once you arrive, you are met with the demon prince on his throne, mirroring the same smirk he had on yesterday
there was no one in the hall and once you stood before him, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap, a shocked gasp escaping your lips
"I want to try having public sex with a human, would you help?" he whispered in your ear, nipping at your jaw and smirking against your skin "I couldn't stop thinking about wanting to try it out with you ever since yesterday; seeing you like that... wow, you naughty little thing"
I mean, how could you decline him? getting a chance to fuck a prince on his throne?
you knew you had to oblige
probably the only respectful one
just leaves the room and closes the door
as a butler of diavolo, he has walked into the prince having sex many times, so this wasn't an unusual sight to see
he probably won't mention it to you, but he knows you had noticed him that day and have been trying to avoid his presence since
when you go to help him cook, he blatently asks "do you like to feel humiliated?"
you blush, trying to deny his words but you just can't get the words out with him looking at you
he pushes you up against the kitchen counter and smiles, standing between your legs, brushing a gloved finger against your cheek
"don't lie to me, it's not very polite, mc. I know you saw me enter the room that day... did you like knowing that I saw you in such a humiliating position? was it your idea to be so exposed?"
I'm sorry diavolo, dinner was very late that night
taglist: @i9luc, @tallbrunettehoelovemilfs, @sia00612, @yuckyskies, @moonjellymermaid + @minkarexx
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Comfort spell gone wrong (the dateables)
for the lore Olympus ask but with the dateables.
(Deleted this ask by accident but here it is)
Comfort spell gone wrong
Not only had the brothers been completely horrible the past few weeks but even your friends in purgatory hall and Diavolo himself had been too busy for you.
You understood that Simeon was busy helping Luke work through some things. But still, being brushed aside after the brothers had been so cruel towards you hadn’t helped your crumbling self-worth.
Solomon had heaved a big sigh and told you “They're demons Mc. It’s what they do. You’re going to have to grow a thicker skin. Besides, I don’t have time to help you with something so trivial.” Before handing you a page from a spellbook “if you really can’t deal with it yourself use this for comfort.”
You’d undeniably ruined Barbatos’s hard work when you’d tripped and tipped over the cake he’d been working on all morning. The demon had shooed you from his domain with barely concealed rage and asked you not to come back until “you can prevent yourself from causing me more work.”
Diavolo, despite always telling you you could come to him with your troubles, had snapped that Solomon seemed to be doing just fine. “So maybe you need to try harder, Mc. Rather than blaming your problems on other people.”
The spell Solomon had given you seemed simple enough. Although it was in an unfamiliar mix of Latin and Infernal. Couldn’t hurt to try though. At least not anymore than you were already hurting. You’d cast the spell, stumbling through a few words and thinking it hadn’t worked when nothing happened. Figures you couldn’t do it, you were still new to magic and just as useless at it as everyone had so kindly reminded you the last few days. It still sapped your energy though, stupid spell. You closed your eyes thinking that maybe it was better that the spell didn’t work. You’d never live down the embarrassment if anyone found out you tried to use a comfort spell.
Lucifer calls the others asking if anyone has seen you, after several days of radio silence from you. Solomon, Luke, and Simeon rush to the house of Lamentation once they hear you haven’t been seen for days. They find Lucifer and the brothers crowded around you, worriedly discussing the spell which has covered you and your room in vines. Babratos and Diavolo are already there, both looking guilty. Solomon feels his stomach drop when he recognizes the page from the spellbook.
“Lucifer, I recognize that spell, I gave it to them when-” Solomon begins
“Yes, it figures you would have your hands in this Solomon.” Lucifer glares.
It’s Simeon who steps forward to undo the spell, giving Luke’s shoulder a comforting squeeze on his way by. “Lucifer if you would,” he says gesturing to your form “this will take both our magics to undo, I believe.”
Shit, shit! Solomon recognizes that spell! He gave it to you.
It wasn’t supposed to do this, it was just a simple comfort spell!
But he can’t help feeling responsible for what's happened.
He feels like he should have known, should have realized something was going on when he gave you that spell.
You’d just wanted to talk, but he was so caught up in trying to find a way to make pacts with the brothers that he totally brushed you off.
He handed you a page out of a spellbook instead. And told you to deal with things yourself.
Solomon is crushed. He has always told you that if you ever need to talk to another human, he’d be there. But he wasn’t. He told you to deal with it alone.
When Simeon and Lucifer break the spell he is by your side in an instant.
Hands fluttering over your body, brushing withering plants off you. Feeling utterly useless.
The spell had gotten so convoluted and twisted in ways he’d never seen before, he hadn’t even been able to break it.
You blink your eyes open, Solomon’s distraught face coming into focus.
“Mc, I shouldn’t have given you that spell. I’m so sorry. I-I said I’d always help you if you needed me but all I did was hurt you instead.”
He wants to distance himself from you. But he knows that won’t make you feel any better. It won’t make him feel better either.
Instead, he’ll be far more careful with the magic he gives you. He’ll start teaching you more magic, so you can practice spells safely.
But he’ll also do his best to make sure you never need a comfort spell again.
He wants to be your comfort.
Solomon will plan elaborate outings and magic filled dates. He gets all these grand ideas and half of them turn into disasters but somehow he’ll make sure the two of you still have fun.
It’s easy for Solomon to forget that he needs to communicate better. But he’s trying. Instead of snapping at you again he’ll be sure to set aside time for himself. Besides, being in the Devildom is more fun with an apprentice anyways, plus teaching you magic gives him plenty of time to make sure you are happy too.
Simeon is shocked when he sees you.
A shiver runs down his spine when he feels the spell sucking the energy from your body.
His eyes don’t miss the botched comfort spell on the ground and he wonders why you didn’t come to him.
And then he realizes. You did. But he brushed you off to help Luke and even when you were hurting you didn’t want to burden him.
He feels like he’s failed you by making you feel like you couldn’t come to him.
When you open your eyes Simeon is the first thing you see.
He gently brushes the plants from your face and hair.
“Oh my sweet little lamb, you are never a burden to me. I am so sorry I made you feel you couldn’t come to me.”
Simeon brings you to Purgatory hall while your room is cleaned.
He gently untangles bits of plant matter from your hair, humming what must be some Celestial lullaby to you.
“Mc,” he begins once he’s removed the remaining plants from your hair and skin, and you’ve allowed yourself to relax into him. “Forgive me, Mc. I should have seen how much you were hurting.”
He is being so gentle with you. But his voice takes a stern edge as he tells you “Next time you feel like this, promise me you will come to me. If you tell me what’s going on I will always have time for you.”
Simeon makes sure to check in on you now, to make time for you. He’ll invite you to Purgatory hall for dinners and/or sleepovers. Oftentimes Luke joins you. But sometimes he’ll sneak you in so the sleepover is your little secret.
Oh, Mc! He hasn’t seen a spell like this in centuries.
He knows it’s a mistake, but the power it must have taken to cast this spell is impressive.
He’s curious to know what kind of power you’ll have after you’ve been trained properly.
That not to say he isn’t concerned, it's just he knows the spell can be undone, and he finds it easier to deal with the situation if he doesn’t think about how close he came to losing you.
He’ll request that the brothers keep a closer eye on you, not that they weren’t going to anyway.
Diavolo will scoop you from the tangled vines, brushing the remaining vines from your skin as he carries you from your room.
He sits down on his throne, with you still held in his arms. For a moment you're afraid of his thunderous expression.
And then his eyes soften. “Mc,” he whispers. Emotion making his throat tighten, choking off his voice. “Why?”
“Why don’t you find a human who can do better than me Diavolo? You said so yourself, I’m a disappointment.”
“Mc, I didn’t mean! I didn’t want you to-! I didn’t”
He knows what he said. But he never meant for you to take it to heart like this. He was just stressed and he took it out on you.
“I’m sorry, Mc. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. You haven’t disappointed me. I’m sorry I made you feel like you can’t rely on me. Please understand that I would do anything in my power for you.”
A frightening promise from the prince of the Devildom.
Diavolo is careful to control himself in the future. To prevent himself from letting his stress and anger get the better of him.
Careful to remind you how important you are to him, and not just because you are an exchange student, but because he cares for you.
Anger. Fear. Barbatos tumbles between the two emotions.
It seems that by placing you in this timeline to protect you from Belphagor’s anger he has put you in a new kind of danger. One he didn’t see coming.
This makes him question his decision not to look into the future more than necessary.
Humans are so fragile. And this is just more proof of that fact.
Barbatos is by your side the moment you wake up.
He is lifting you to your feet and guiding you from your room.
Barbatos is a perfect gentleman as he helps you clean up. Helping you scrub the plants from your skin, wrapping you in the softest blankets.
But he remains silent the whole time.
Once you are safely tucked into bed Barbatos speaks. “Mc, I know I have made you feel useless. I should not have taken my anger out on you. I should have known better.”
For a moment you think he’s going to leave, that that’s all he is going to say.
But then he asks if he can stay with you. If the answer is yes, he’ll curl around you in your bed. Holding you to him as if you are likely to disappear.
It has been a long time since Barbatos has had something or someone he has been afraid to lose. “I’m sorry Mc. Please know you can come to me, even if I may be upset. I’d rather you make me face my shortcomings then lose you.”
Barbatos starts having you over for tea more often. He’ll take you on errands with him, if he thinks you’d find them at all interesting.
Mostly he just wants more excuses to spend time with you.
This made him realize how important you are to him and he’ll make sure you know it.
Scared little sibling vibes.
Luke is so scared to see you like this!
You are so still and pale that he thinks you might be dead.
When you open your eyes he is so relieved.
Please don’t scare him like this again!
He’s got tears in his eyes, and he half yells half cries at you “Mc! You- you can’t just do something like this. What if- if you had died? I know these demons-” he shoots a watery glare at the demons “can make you feel sad but you’re my friend.”
He’ll ask you to stay at Purgatory hall for a while. He 100% thinks this is all the brother’s fault.
In fact he wants you to move into Purgatory hall permanently and he is so insistent that Diavolo might just let you if that's what you want.
He’ll make sure you know that he sees you as a big sibling, a friend that he could never replace “so please don’t think nobody cares Mc. I know we’re not really related but you’re like a sibling to me.”
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Diavolo: *says something*
Mc: come here.
Mc: just come here
Diavolo: no, you’re gonna hit me.
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princess diavolo my beloved
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hello! i hope you're doing well!! could i ask for some h/cs for the brothers and diavolo? a bit angsty but with a happy ending (because my heart can't take pure angst) maybe along the lines of them having been busy and unconciously neglecting mc? like cancelling dates etc. and mc's really getting bummed out but doesn't know how to broach the subject? cause they know independence is important and you can't be together constantly but it's been too much lately? i hope this makes sense to you and thank you very much!! have a nice day <3<3
lucifer, diavolo, and mammon being busy
includes: lucifer x gn!reader, diaovlo x gn!reader, mammon x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used)
wc: 1.6k | rated t | m.list
warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, explicit language, worries about being clingy/pushy/annoying
a/n: hi!! I'm doing alright, thanks for asking! thanks for requesting and I hope you don't mind that I narrowed it down to three characters (it was spiraling out of control so i had to). if anyone wants to see any more character for this lmk. my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, to req, so come say hello!
pls reblog <3
checking the clock for the nth time, you sighed, finally accepting lucifer had blown you off. again.
he’d been busy lately, what with all of his work on the school council, exchange program, and extra stuff he’d picked up for diavolo, and while you understand, it was starting to really bother you.
you hadn’t been able to spend any time together at all and you didn’t want to talk to him about it. what if you came off as overbearing or clingy? the last thing you wanted was to be one of those partners, so you were just biting your tongue, even if it was growing more and more difficult.
you had scheduled a dinner for the two of you, put it on his calendar and all. he still missed it. and on top of that, it wasn’t like it was a restaurant or anything- you had spent time making his favorite dishes, carefully arranging them on the table.
the sight of all of the food just made your mood worse. not hungry anymore, you packed it all up into tupperwares, siding them into the fridge. maybe you should just go to bed.
lucifer stepped through the doors to the louse of lamentation, unwinding his scarf from around his neck. he was absolutely exhausted.
“hey,” beel greeted, head poking around the corner. “can i have some of the food in the fridge? mc said it was for you, but if there were leftovers i could ask you.”
“what food?” lucifer asked, following beel to the kitchen.
“the stuff mc made,” beel said, gesturing to a handful of containers. “they said they were making it for you. something about a special dinner.”
heart sinking, lucifer opened one of the tupperwares. it was one of his favorite side dishes, perfectly prepared. he remembered now- you wanted to eat dinner with him, had even sent him a calendar invite, and he had forgotten.
not giving beel an answer, lucifer set out to look for you. this wasn’t the first time he hadn’t been able to make it to something you set up, and while you’d been great about his busy schedule, he could tell it was grating on your nerves.
gently knocking on your door, he pushed it open, able to see you sitting up in bed.
“lucifer?” you asked, and lucifer stepped forward.
“yes,” he said, clearing his throat. “i’m sorry i forgot dinner. you put so much work into it and i…”
“it’s fine.” shrugging uncomfortably, you rubbed your eyes. “i know you’ve got stuff going on.”
“that doesn’t mean you should get pushed back for it,” lucifer insisted, sitting down on the foot o the bed. “i’ve not been very good to you lately, have i?”
you shook your head with a cut off laugh. “no.”
“i apologize. there should be a balance between you and my tasks, and there hasn’t been. please forgive me.”
“it’s fine. i understand you’ve got a lot going on.”
“but you’ve been hurting, have you not?” lucifer pressed. “anything that hurts you is important to me. i promise to do better.”
“thanks,” you said, and lucifer finds your hand amidst the blankets, giving it a squeeze.
“are you hungry? someone prepared all of my favorite dishes and i think it’d be rude not to eat them, though i do think no matter how good the food it the company will be better.”
you don’t even have to check your phone to know what the message would say. some variation of ‘sorry, something came up’ or ‘rain check?’ would surely fill the screen, and you simply couldn't deal with that at the moment.
diavolo had been so, so busy lately, every moment of his spare time simply gone, put instead towards one more task, one more duty, and while you were incredibly proud of him for taking on so much and doing all he could, you couldn’t help but feel pushed to the side, less important than everything else he had going on.
it was an unfair thing to feel- diavolo didn’t need you acting like this when he had everything else on his plate, but you weren’t able to shove the feeling away.
it made you feel worse to say that you had been expecting the cancellation. that made him sound like a shitty partner, and he wasn’t, he just had a ton going on.
at least you hadn’t left the house yet. you were just about to, but you hadn’t. taking off your shoes and coat, you decided to change into something comfier, resolving to spend the evening drowning your sorrows in your favorite show and a bucket of ice cream.
diavolo rushed out of the meeting room, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone, which was rude, but he had to go. he felt so terrible for canceling on you, yet again, and through your response was understanding and lighthearted, he knew how to read between the lines.
“my lord,” called barbatos from behind him. “here. you may find these helpful.” in his arms was a bouquet of your favorite flowers, beautifully arranged.
“thank you so much,” diavolo breathlessly said, taking the flowers. he should really give barbatos a raise.
it doesn't take long for him to arrive at the house of lamentation, out of breath and decidedly less put together than he normally was. raising a hand to knock on the door, he waits.
thankfully, it’s you who opens the door and not one of the brothers. you’re wrapped in a blanket, looking at him in surprise.
“hi,” diavolo managed, smile on his lips.
“hi,” you said back, leaning against the doorframe to cross your arms.
“these are for you.” holding out the flowers, he waited for you to take them. you do so with trembling fingers. “i’m sorry I missed our date tonight.”
“it’s uh, alright,” you said, stroking one of the petals gently. “you’ve got responsibilities you can’t abandon.”
“i want to,” said diavolo suddenly. “i want to abandon them. whisk you away somewhere, take a break.”
your smile verges on sadness. “i know.”
“how do I fix it?” diavolo’s desperate. “i miss you.”
“i miss you too. and i think it would help to set boundaries. you can take a break, delegate some tasks. say no to people.”
“i’m not very good at that,” he said with a rueful laugh.
“it takes practice.” hesitating, you look at him, taking in his unruly appearance. “would you like to come in? i’m on the season finale of this show, but i don't mind starting over.”
diavolo steps inside, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he does so. “i’d love that.”
biting your cheek, you stared at the ad on devilgram, watching he likes flood in. itt was an image of mammon- head tipped back and shit unbuttoned, modeling for another product.
it was his fifth gig in as many days, and while you liked that he was making money in a legal way, you felt like you hadn’t seen him at all. he was coming home late, falling straight into bed, then leaving early, before you could get more than a few words in.
he was applying himself, and that was fantastic, but it seemed to be at the cost of you.
you liked spending time with him and seeing him, but that was virtually impossible, what with all of the places hge was constantly going to. you just couldn’t keep up.
but it wasn’t fair of you to drag mammon down and make him stop working. you knew he’d drop everything for you if you asked, but if you asked, he’d never leave your side, which meant the rest of the brothers would be back to disappointed in him, and you couldn’t let that happen. their attitudes towards mammon made you so angry, but it was;t a problem you could fix, though not for a lack of trying.
maybe if you slept on it you’d feel better in the morning.
mammon shimmied with happiness as he counted the money he now had. it was finally enough to take you to that sweet new place downtown. he’d been working his ass of to get enough funds, and now that he had, he couldn’t contain his excitement.
hopefully, you’d be just as happy as him.
tiptoeing into his room as not to disturb you, mammon carefully slid under the covers, trying to be as quiet as possible. unfortunately, you still woke up.
“mammon?” you whispered, sleep heavy in your voice.
“yeah, baby, it’s me,” mammon said back, and even he could hear the smile in his voice.
“what’s go you so happy?” decidedly more awake, you roll over to look ar him, squinting in the darkness.
“well, it was going to be a surprise, but if you want to know so bad, i’m gonna be takin’ ya out tomorrow.” mammon strokes your cheek, watching you.
“you are? you don’t have another gig?” there’s a slight bitterness in your tone that he could hear, and it made him feel bad.
“nope! i’ve only been workin’ so much to take ya to this place,” replied mammon, watching your eyes widen.
“yeah. i know i’ve been busy, but that should be over for now. i’m sorry i haven’t been around much lately.”
you sut up slightly. “no, mammon, that’s okay. i’m happy you’re working. well, i’m happy if you’re happy, and you’ve seemed pretty happy lately.”
“only because i’ve been preparin’ to take ya out,” mammon hummed, touched by your kindness. most people would be put out with him, and rightfully so, but you’re still doing your best to be kind. “i’m still sorry. i didn;t like being away from you.”
“i didn’t like it much either,” you said. “maybe next time you can give me a heads up, yeah?”
“i’ll do ya one better,” mammon promised. “next time, if you’d like, i’ll take ya with me to the gig.”
“that’d be fun.”
“mhm. especially since you’d be there.”
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Day 6: Overstimulation
Diavolo x GN!MC
They gave a high whine, as he pulled them down roughly on his lap, his cock spreading their taut hole open with its girth. He gave them a few moments to adjust, keeping his hands gently against their hips, until he felt their walls flutter around his shaft. His grip then became vice-like, as he pistoned inside of them, making them drop forward onto his desk as he wrecked them.
Their knees began to quake with that familiar tingling feeling, and it felt as if their entire lower half had gone numb when another orgasm ripped through them, making them scratch their nails against the top of his desk. He kept rutting against them as each wave pulsed through their limbs, and when he felt them go limp, he settled them back on his lap, his cock still hard and stuffed inside them.
That was the third orgasm Diavolo had pushed MC through. Their first was a hard fingering session on the couch on the other side of the room, and the second was him giving them some of the best head they had had in their life. He seemed to be feeling incredibly dominant tonight, and he refused to let them go until he was satisfied.
MC whined when his hand slipped between their soaked thighs, working their sore sex over again. They didn’t even attempt to pull away, however; their body was far too weak to break out of this demon’s grip.
“My dear MC, I know you have a few more in you,” he teased, his fingers finding their entrance once more and pressing in slowly. They keened and subconsciously spread their legs, and he took advantage of this position to press his cock in place of his fingers, bottoming out fully inside of them. The pressure made them gasp, and he dipped the fingers of his other hand into their open mouth.
“Suck,” he commanded, and they listened, running their tongue between both digits before sucking on them. They could feel his cock twitch and throb inside of them as he rolled his hips slowly, trying to draw out another orgasm from them. They weren’t sure if they could take another one; but regardless, he was determined to give it to them.
With an angled thrust of his hips, they moaned around his fingers as they massaged their tongue, and their walls tightened around his cock. It felt like electricity was pulsing through their veins, their body jolting every few seconds until he let them collapse on his desk once more.
They gave a deep groan as he moved, pushing them further up on the desk-top, making to stand behind them. His cock had slipped out a bit during the movement, but he wasted no time pressing right back into their abused hole. They were slick and tight around him, and he gave a content groan at the feeling of their walls still fluttering around his shaft.
“You can take a little more, can’t you, MC?” he groaned, his fingers digging into their hips as he pulled out a bit only to slam right back in.
Tears were stinging the corners of their eyes now, every nerve in their body utterly fried beyond repair at this point. They turned their head to look at him, his golden eyes slightly alight with his immense power. If they were to gamble on it, they'd bet he would be transforming into his demon form any minute now.
He gave one particularly hard thrust, and they gasped, sobbing as they let their head lull forward. “Dia, please! I can’t–!”
“Yes you can, little lamb.”
There was an edge to his voice, and they could feel his cock swelling further inside of them, suddenly becoming much hotter than before. Their body felt so weak and all they could do was let out small cries as he pounded into them, his fingers digger roughly into their skin.
He pressed flush against them, pistoning his hips so roughly they swore he would fill their stomach at that point. His hands moved to be beside their head as he pinned them, and they noted the gold that took over his forearms as he took on his demon form fully.
“D-Diavolo!” they tried to call, but before they could do anything further, he gave a deep growl above them, and they felt him fill them, hot wave after wave inside that sent them spiraling right along with him. They gripped his arm for some kind of grounding as they shook beneath him, sobbing at the hopefully last orgasm they would have of the night.
He removed himself from them with an audible slosh, and they could hear him suck in a breath. He had made a complete and total mess of them at that point, and he looked down at his hands, realizing what he had done.
He scooped them up in a hurry, running you to the bathroom where he had them stand for just a moment as he turned on the water to fill the tub. The heat from the water felt amazing in their aching muscles, and they sighed when his fingers began massaging their sore muscles.
“I didn’t mean to get that carried away, MC,” he mumbled apologetically, taking a washcloth to help clean them up. “I guess my dominant streak is a lot bigger than I thought.”
MC huffed, looking down at the bruises and marks that were definitely going to be there for weeks at this point.
“Guess it’s what I get for sleeping with the devil.”
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Mc: *has to sit*
The empty seats:
Mc: *SIGH*... I GUESS since there's NOWHERE to sit I'll just HAVE to sit on Diavolo's lap like...wow...I can't believe u guys are making me do this...
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Y/n : Diavolo isn’t answering his phone
Barbatos : I’ll call
Y/n : Lucifer and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-
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Diavolo: you're faking your orgasms
gn!reader x Diavolo
You confess to your partner that you've been faking your orgasms, and feel sexually frustrated, despite his high sex drive
he'll be in absolute shock
can't believe you're being serious at first
you'll have to explain it to him a few times
Diavolo will be heartbroken
he'll apologize very sincerely and give you some space after your talk
not just for you, but he needs some for himself as well
when your break ends, he'll be very clingy
feels somewhat ashamed of himself though
he did a whole lot of research on this kinda problem in relationships and ends up wholly blaming himself in a quite unhealthy way
Diavolo tries talking it out a lot to figure out how to fix it, despite being visibly humiliated when discussing his failures
he'll also indulge in a lot of non-sexual intimacy now!
when you two do have sex again, he constantly checks up on you and makes sure you're content with everything that's happening, and you feel good
will suggest trying some new things, unique positions, toys, maybe a change of roles?
Dia is suuuper proud of you for bringing it up, by the way! No matter how humiliated he felt, he knows you must have felt even worse, and this issue also improved the communication in your relationship a whole lot
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Diavolo co/ck warming
“C-can you move, please?” Diavolo groaned, squirming under you. You shook your head and earned a whine. “Dia, it’s only been ten minutes, come on, you have lots of paperwork to do, you don’t want it to fall behind, do you?” He tried to slip his hands under your thighs to lift you up, but you quickly swatted his hands away. “Dia! If you misbehave I’ll make you wait longer!” You growled out, moving up just to slam down again, he whimpered, you know the prince was sensitive, but he needed to learn patience!
You still yourself again and Diavolo is panting behind you. “Dia,” You got his attention again. “Do your work and I’ll reward you, I’m not moving until this stack of paperwork is down.” You gesture to the stack of paperwork the size of a dictionary. He groans and leans forward, pressing against your back. He picked up his phone pen and got to work.
He was doing a good job, but after 15 minutes the poor demon couldn’t focus. He squeezes your thigh, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “P-please? M-move just a little? I can w-work while you ride me.” You laughed at his weak attempt to get you to move. You tightened around him, making him gasp.
“I’m not moving until you get at least half the stack done. You have twenty minutes before I leave you like this.” He quickly got back to work and though his hand writing was sloppy, he was getting far more work done than he usally would.
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Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The Dateables
A/N: I had this thought and i really had to get it out of my head (it was org gonna be just simeon cause,,, i love repressed feelings so much but then i gave it to the rest!!) (all consensual btw!!)
Separated because it was gonna be too long with all of them, the brothers should come out soon
A/N: I had this thought and i really had to get it out of my head (it was org gonna be just simeon cause,,, i love repressed feelings so much but then i gave it to the rest!!)
You really should have known better than to take food that was offered by Beel. You know that he has the right intentions in mind- that him sharing food is a miracle of itself and rejecting him would have his brows furrowed and lips pursed into a pout- but he’s also gluttony. He can eat whatever he wants and as much as he wants without so much of a stomach ache. You, on the other hand, cannot. You should have seen this coming when the cupcake you bite into filled your mouth with such an indescribable sweetness that it made your teeth ache, the flavor otherworldly and leaving you hungry for me, taking greedy bites out of the cutely decorated pastry. There was a sharp pang in your stomach, your body on fire and sex dripping with every nudge that your body made.
You couldn’t be alone right now- or maybe you should have been left alone, maybe that would have saved you from humiliation of your dripping arousal that was leaking past your slit. You’re quick to rise, standing on shaky legs, curled over as your cheeks burn, sweat beading against your skin, only worsening the sensitive state that you are in. It’s fast-acting, making your breaths come out in heated gasps, and everything just feels a bit too much, just too good for it to be normal. An aphrodisiac- a strong one that is making you impossibly aroused. You suck in a sharp breath and go to the person who you know will treat you right.
Barbatos is simply surprised that you chose to go to him in such a needful state. But soon, he realizes how… stressful it is to have you around. Lord Diavolo was kind enough to give him the day off, stating that he’ll be spending it with Lucifer before closing the door with quite an obvious wink. But now, you follow him around, holding his hand, begging for him to do something- to turn back the clock just a few minutes before you had that pastry. You even promised that you wouldn’t get caught but he remains steadfast in his decision, not wanting to risk another repeat of the last mistake.
There is little that can surprise the butler, but when you push yourself against him, grabbing his hand and placing it flat on your belly, his fingertips above the waistband of your shorts, he can feel his face grow hot. He sputters out for a second before regains his composure, simply pulling his hand away and commenting that he’ll make you something to dim the fire that is your body. But you don’t quit, you push yourself against him, begging for him to help you now, that you’re too hot, that your clothes are melting your skin and your flush against him.
He only has so much willpower when it comes to you. And here you are, pressed against him, begging for him to take care of you, grabbing his hand and placing his index and middle finger in your mouth. He visibly stiffens, and when your mouth closes you hollow your cheeks, the soft, slick insides pressed against his fingers. There’s a crackle of energy around and soon you're gagging on his finger, the manicured nails turning into claws, filling your mouth exponentially, spit sliding between the corners and your eyes pricking with tears.
You are much too needy to stand still, to even rest against him is something that you find difficulty in without resulting in your humping his leg. You beg him, twist your hand in his and remove his glove, holding it tight in your hand and begging for him to touch you- to make the pain between your legs go away and feel good. As quick as a blink of an eye, you’re against the wall, his fingers deep into your mouth, his smile softening for a second. He leans close to your ear, his other hand working on clothes on your back, stripping you with every gagging sound made when he pushes a bit further. His tone is almost dangerous as he tells you that you asked for him to take care of you and that is simply what he’s about to do. He pulls away, his smile still as he leans close to you, his lips ghosting over his knuckles, asking if this is really what you want and if you give him a moment, he’s sure he can make you a tea that can stop your arousal. But when you gag around him, your brows knitting together, looking absolutely like a piece of art with his fingers in your mouth and eyes full of tears, he simply nods.
His mouth is on yours, and he can taste the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac on you- the sweetness, the almost bitter taste that lingers behind, the totality of it all making him feel as if he’s going to go into a craze. You poor thing, no wonder you’ve been so needy. Barbatos holds you up, letting you rut against him, feeling your sex pulse and with a simple slip of his hand, your creaming against yourself and against him, clinging tight to him, calling his name out in such a lewd moan that it pushes away all rational thought and simply release his cock, pearls beading from the slit and you look upon him with doe eyes, kissing him once more as his tail wraps around your torso, the forked end of it teasing at your nipples.
The Lord of Devildom has always been kind to you, understanding and accommodating to you even when he has always seemed so busy. It would make sense that you would go to Lord Diavolo, who welcomes you with open arms, a gentle hand on your back that makes your knees buckle. He realizes his mistake- his eyes narrowing as he sees your flushed state and it’s a wonder that you’ve even made it to him without a trail of succubi and incubi at your tail. He can smell your heat from miles away. It’s intoxicating, hanging heavy in the air and as sweet as candy itself.
He lays you on the bed and he regrets it all in that very moment. He sees how small you are in his bed, the way that your body curves and how your hands try to find something to grip onto. He has enough restraint to pull himself away from you, taking a step back only to realize that your scent is filling the room, creeping at every crevice and corner, latching onto his clothing. Your hips thrust against the bed and he bites the inside of his cheeks- something bitter and hot filling his mouth. You call his name and he has to remain strong no matter how sweet the sound of it is.
The bed is soundless as he sits beside you and your hands latch onto his jacket, pulling him close to you. He makes a noise of surprise but allows it, watching as you lay yourself on his lap, your back arched over his lap and eyes so hazy and lust-filled that he forgets for a second to avoid touching you. His hand curves and pets the top of your head, smiling when you push yourself against his touch but then you rise and he’s forgotten that you are desperate for the very thing he’s willing to give to you.
You’ve laid him down, sitting above his abdomen, your hand on his chest, as your lower yourself to look him in the eyes. Your fingers squish beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling the soft tissue of the breast and he has to admit that it feels divine. Your breath is a phantom above his lips and his hands move to grab your hips. He should pull away, but he finds that his hands are stuck to you, unable to budge from where they rest. He shouldn't be kissing you, he shouldn’t be ignoring the way that your hips are rotating above his, how you’re whining and mewling at the very action of kissing him. But he does, and he lets you kiss him, lets you weave your hands through his hair and push yourself closer against him until you have to pull away, gasping for breath.
Diavolo has to be careful with you- he treats you like you are made of porcelain, because to him, you are. You are a human, weak and gentle, loving and giving, and he is a demon, a king. He holds you with tender hands, letting his lips burn themselves against your skin, until you’re crying his name, begging for him to just touch you. He’s unable to refuse you, kissing your lips and letting his hand wander to your sex, where with just a simple touch, you release against his hand. He pulls his hand away, kissing your tears and raising his head to glance as his hand that is now coated in thick, shimmering arousal. With a promise to take care of you, he kisses your lips and lets his hand play with your sensitive sex.
Possibly one of the best choices to turn to, Simeon is actually quite happy to know that you chose to spend your sensitive state with him- that you trusted him the most. He’s trying to make it as lovely as possible- as least without actually attending to your needs. He won’t try anything- not that he technically could. But he misjudged the situation. He’s heard of people taking aphrodisiacs but the ones he heard of were made by and for people, not by and for demons. And now as he stares at you, trying so desperately to not slide your hand beneath the waistband of your underwear, he realizes he might have been over his head just a tad bit.
You rest on your knees, your face hidden against the comforter of his bed, lower half raised and legs pinched. Pained whimpers come out muffled, your hands clawing at the comforter, knotting and twisting the fabric in your hands. He can actually see the darkening color of your shorts peek from your crotch. His body suddenly feels hot- whether it’s arousal or embarrassment, he’s not actually sure but he wishes that it were because of the latter.
He turns his gaze away from you, clearing his throat and at that moment he knows he made a mistake. You call his name in a breathy tone that is absolutely sinful. Your arm stretches out, fingers trying to grab at the leg of his white pants. He smiles gently at you, his stomach churning when he catches your gaze- lustful and mouth already open in small moans. He can’t touch you. You know that. He knows that. But you’re in pain and even in your aroused state, you beg for him, you call out and promise that whatever he does, it’s out of good intentions. It’s a lie, of course, but he can hear you slick click against your dripping sex with just the softest of movement. Whatever he does- he can lie that he’s doing it to help you, but he’ll know the truth.
He’s unaware of how and exactly what happened. All he knows is that you’re above him, holding yourself tight to him as your face is hidden in the soft curve of his neck, and he can feel exactly just how hot your body is. Your hips are moving above his, the fabric of his clothes creating a wonderful friction that only makes your pitiful humping quicker and sloppier. You breathe against his neck and he has to dig his hands into the comforter of the mattress to prevent himself from falling to sin. Your sex is bare above him, your body curling tighter onto him, as he can feel an orgasm shake throughout your body.
Simeon whispers a prayer under his breath, closing his eyes and muttering an “Amen” as his arms wrap around your body. You jerk against him, acting as if the simple embrace from him is orgasmic, your thrusts quicker than before, calling his name, repeating it as if it were the only thing on your mind and at this point, he’s sure that it is. He promises to you in a whisper that he won’t go farther than what he’s about to do, pressing a kiss against your head and letting his eyes close. His hips meet yours in a thrust, clothed sex against wet, bare sex, and you moan his name and he can feel tears that burn slide down his neck, your words repeating for him to not stop.
It’s difficult for the sorcerer. He couldn’t even get up from the position if he tried. You're on his lap, legs and arms wrapping around him, and you may think you’re being discreet with your humping disguised as itchiness, Solomon knows better. He’s trying his best to find a spell, to find anything that can cure you of your current ailment. But he’s coming up flat. You’re needy, pinching your leg together and pulling away from where your chin rested on his shoulder to look him in the eye. Your face is flushed, your hair disheveled and for the first time since you’ve entered his room, you’ve stopped your humping.
He’s always had an attraction to you- it went further than just finding you pretty, it passed the need for human contact when you both arrived, it was just him wanting to bask in your warmth, to have you fret over him like he was simply just another person and not a sorcerer who happens to be able to command seventy-two demons. And now, he has you where he has dreamed of countless times, imagined behind closed doors and hand fisted over his cock. He has you with a leaking sex, eyes that are on him and no possible interruptions. His mouth is dry and he is unable to think properly. His hands fall and the book he was keeping afloat falls with a thud to the floor.
The way you call his name, a breathy broken moan when you test your hips against his, your body shuddering and he realizes with disappointment that you had orgasmed already while above him. He had missed it. He bows his head, brows knitted and he can’t think clearly when you’re rutting against him, mumbling apologies beside him, your breath a gentle whisper and then in the same breath you kiss his neck, begging for him to touch you. And as much as he wants to, he can’t. He knows the state you’re in, your mind hazy and thick with everything related to sex, and you aren’t thinking clearly, you’re just thinking of having your sex toyed with. It’s a horrible feeling he’s stuck in.
It doesn’t take much to make him crack. You pull away, when he’s still for far too long, silent even as focused as he was, you could hear the muted moans that he refused to sound out loud. But he's silent now, and when you pull away, he looks crestfallen. You hold his face his your hands, your sex pressed against his, and you can feel his cock poking at the inside of your thigh. You try your chances against, leaning close to him, your mouth on his as you beg for him to touch you, your promises of you wanting this so serious in your voice that makes him willing to kiss your lips, his tongue slipping past and the sound that you make is perverse, loud and running your hands against his body.
Solomon looks at you through heavy lidded eyes, feeling your body rise and fall, your lips on him and his hands are moving, leaving your body burning with just the palm of his hand. Thin, calloused fingers sneak under your shirt and rub against your sensitive nipples, your mouth breaking from him, and your tongue peeks out, swiping at your lips to capture the feeling of his against your one more time. But you’re in pain, more than he is, and he’s pushing you against the bed, kissing your body, hearing you call his name with such want that it makes his cock ache. And then he’s staring at your sex, leaking and throbbing, and his mouth is on you, groaning when your hands knit in his hair and his tongue is swirling around your sex.
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