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louobeyme · a day ago
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Oneshots Request- Prompt Number 91. 'Stop dancing like that or I'm going to cum in my pants" with Lucifer x F!Reader.
Thanks for the request @princezuko89 ! I received far many more than I anticipated so sorry if they take a while :((
18+ content ahead. CW: Public sexual acts, grinding, dry humping, female reader so talk of female anatomy
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The Fall wasn't Lucifer's typical scene. In fact the crowded bodies and overwhelmingly loud music was something he quite detested. He arrived late, mentally preparing himself for the horrors of the night to come. Quietly slipping into the club, he found the least occupied area quickly. Colourful strobe lighting had him keeping his eyes closed as he sat in the darkest corner of the large room.
He'd been dragged to this event by Lord Diavolo's request, which of course, he couldn't simply turn down without real reason. The demon Prince had even went as far as threatening to pour his bottle of special aged Demonus down the sink, if he didn't promise to be here. He had said so with a beaming smile, as though the threat didn't shake the Avatar of Pride to his core.
Lucifer still couldn't ascertain exactly what this event was even for. There were no special occasion's coming up that would warrant something this extravagant. His quiet pondering led to only one explanation, people really just did this for fun.
Two large hands grabbing at his shoulders startled him suddenly all though he did his best to not let it show. Slowly blinking open his tired eyes to find one of his younger brothers grinning at him.
"Oi! Why are you just sat here looking all gloomy and shit!? Come have some fun!" Mammon shouted, face reddened with a drunk flushness. All the while tip-tapping his hands on tense shoulder, nearly in rhythm to the music.
Just as he was about to scold his white haired brother for manhandling in such a public place, a flash of crimson approaching caught his eye.
You wore a deep red mini dress the was barely doing anything to cover your usually hidden curves. The velveteen material clinging to your breasts, waist, hips and thighs. A deep slit ran up one side exposing your smooth thigh where a black, strappy garter belt sat sexily. Your hair was pulled up and away from your expertly painted face, smokey eyeshadow making the colour of your eyes gleam irresistibly. You looked good enough to eat. Devour, even.
You caught his gaze easily and smiled brightly, white teeth baring with genuine enjoyment.
"Lucifer! There you are! I thought for a moment I was going to have to come home and drag you here by the tie!" You laughed.
The dark haired man was finding it difficult to respond, his throat tightening when despite his best interests, his gaze dropped to the garter around your leg once more. After a moment or two, he watched your painted fingertips drop down to play with a piece of the leather. He coughed once, ruby eyes flitting back to your face that looked far too smug. You definitely had had a drink or two but you were far from drunk to be that observent, he summised.
"I would like to see you try and drag me anywhere Y/N." Lucifer finally responded, cursing how his words didn't have any kind of bite to them, he infact sounded rather enamoured by the thought.
"Hmmm, I'm sure you would Mr." Your eyelashes flutter in teasing fashion.
This flirting wasn't new. You'd often say things out of the blue that had him suppressing a flush. At first he thought it was purely to wind him up, a prank to blow his composure in front of his siblings. But then you'd say such things in private with him as he desperately tried to focus on paperwork instead of your presence. He slowly began to realize it maybe was more than a game you were playing. Or maybe, that's what he secretly hoped.
Another song started booming through The Fall's speakers and he watched longingly at your eyes lit up. You squealed and began to wiggle your hips in a way that was far too excitable. You essentially shoved a swaying Mammon out of the way to grab at one of Lucifer's gloved hands, pulling with all your might to try and get him out of his seat. When your efforts failed, you pouted.
"Come on! Dance with me. This is such a good song!!!"
"I have no clue how you expect me to dance to whatever kind of...music this is." He tried to shake her tight grip from him, her touch scolding him even through the leather.
"If you're a good boy and get up, I'll show you." You say, winking and then pulling on his hand even stronger.
Good boy? Good boy?
"Pleaseee Lucifer, I promise I'll make it worth your time..."
If you're a good boy? Make it worth his time? What could that possibly mean? His curiosity and softness of her got the better of him, allowing her to drag him to his feet and further into the crowd of mingling bodies.
Y/N did not let go of his hand even she started dancing to the beat of the music, laughing loudly when he did nothing but stand completely still as everyone around him moved. The sight of her scantily covered body was having effects on him that he hadn't felt in a long time. Y/N suddenly dropped his hand and spun around so her back was pressed against his chest, she wiggled her hips against him, causing him to grip onto her waist for dear life.
"What are you doing?" Lucifer ducked his head down to whisper in her air, his breath coming out hot.
She didn't reply only grinded her ass further into his hips. He was aware that he was growing harder beneath his slacks, his cock springing to life as he was overwhelmed by you and nothing else. With a particularly hard roll of her hips he groaned, his gloved finger tips digging into the softness of where his hands laid.
Y/N tilted her head to the side and back. "You seem to be enjoying yourself much better now, Luci."
Her voice sounded breathless and lustful. It was taking all his pride and strength not to force her down on all fours, pull her offensive garter off with his teeth and take her right there on the sticky club floor.
"This is one dangerous game you're playing, darling..." He muttered into her ear once again, moaning lowly when she all but whined in response. His hips were beginning to grind into her movements on their own accord.
"Well, I guess I am literally dancing with the devil..."
Y/N's upper half suddenly lowered forward, hands on her knees. Her crotch now directly pressed on his own as she continued her sinful wiggling. Lucifer felt himself leaking pre-cum, feeling her arousal and heat blocked only by a few thin layers of cloth, pushed him dangerously close to the edge.
This was a very, very dangerous game.
His large hands impatiently wrapped under her, groping her breasts quickly before spinning her around and back up to face him. She wasted no time in continuing to roll herself continuously over his erection once more, practically crying now as his hardness stimulated her clit too.
"Y/N." He growled, lips twisting into a snarl and his ruby eyes sharpening. "Stop dancing like that or I'm going to cum in my pants."
Her movements briefly faltered and she shivered under his intense glare. Her eyes twinkled with something akin to competitiveness. No longer than her movements had stoped, she started again. Somehow doubling her efforts and wrapping her shorter arms around his waist drawing him closer.
"Fuck, please Lu. Wanna see you cum right here. Just for me."
He almost questioned wether she used the pact to force his orgasm out of him with the speed it arrived. He growled loudly leaning down to devour her mouth with his, his hips twitching and tongue swirling.
She smirked at him when he withdrew from her. Her cheeks flushed and smooth thighs rubbing together in lust. It wouldn't be fair to leave you in this state now, would it? He thought.
"Do you think you'll be able to keep up with me walking home right now, or do I have to carry you?"
"I'd rather you fuck me in the bathroom so I don't have to wait but I don't quite think your pride would allow you that." You mock.
He sneaked a hand down to reach under your dress, fingertips quickly rubbing circles to your covered clit. You tremble.
"If it's my pride you're worried about, I'm sure you'll see just how prideful I am when the talk of Devildom tomorrow is that you were screaming out my name in such a place." The eldest demon brother teased back. "A filthy place for a filthy girl? I guess it makes sense. Let's go. Now."
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nyansatan · a day ago
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Could you write " hey, so... i know you haven't been feeling great, so i picked up a few of your favorite snacks, drinks... " with Satan & gn!MC please? I've got a nasty cold and could use some comfort ♡ (thank you, you're the best!)
oh no!! i hope your cold eases soon :( thank you so much for requesting and i hope this makes you feel even a little bit better <3
pairing: satan x gn!mc warnings: fluff, sick mc words: 631
You stare at your phone, pouting as none of the brothers nor the other exchange students reply to your messages. Of course, you expected this outcome as everyone else was in class, focusing on the lesson while you were stuck in your bed by Lucifer’s command. That morning you had been put to bed rest after a high fever took over your body at the breakfast table, leaving all of the demon brothers worried and fussing about your health. Especially Satan had been reluctant to leave you alone, but eventually left to his morning lectures when you reassured him you'd be fine.
You said you'd be fine but in all honesty, this was probably the longest day in your life, stuck alone in your room with no one to talk to. Mammon tried to keep you entertained with messages at first, but after two hours of non-stop texting, Lucifer must have taken his phone away as you got no messages from him for the rest of the day.
As if someone answered your prayers, you hear a familiar soft knock behind your door just as you were about to give up waiting for the brothers to come home and go back to sleep. You try to lift yourself from the bed, but the pounding in your head holds your body down. Without waiting for your invitation, Satan pushes open the door, carrying a tote bag on his shoulder and a mix of movies and books on the crook of his arm. His cheeks are flushed red and you can tell he has been rushing.
‘’Hey, so...I know you haven’t been feeling great, so I picked up a few of your favorite snacks, drinks…’’ he says with a bashful smile on his lips, placing the bag on the floor next to your bed. Before you can muster out a thanks, Satan has his hand on your forehead, checking your temperature. He clicks his tongue at the warmth of your body.
‘’You still have a high fever, huh…’’ he points out, ‘’How are you feeling otherwise?’’
You blow your nose and pull the blanket around your shoulders tighter, not wanting any of the warmth to escape. You were so cold, despite having your warmest sweater on. ‘’Been better. Solomon brought me some medicine not too long ago, I’m waiting for it to kick in.’’
‘’If you want, I could prepare some soup for you. Or we can watch a movie or I could read to you, whatever you want to do.’’
‘’Actually…’’ you interrupt, playing with your fingers, ‘’I feel pretty worn out. I think I’m just going to nap for a while.’’
‘’Oh. Of course, I’ll let your rest. Text me if you need anything.’’
As Satan stands up to leave, you grab his sleeve and raise an eyebrow. For someone so smart he can be a bit dense at times. ‘’I was thinking you could join me. I sleep better with you close.’’
The way Satan’s cheeks heat up to a blush never ceases to amuse you. Nor the way he tries to hide it behind his hand, every single time, as if it doesn’t only make him look more adorable. ‘’I see. I will do that, then.’’
You scoot over to make room for him and Satan nuzzles inside the covers with you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and bringing your head to rest against his chest. You listen to the steady beat of his heart, the soothing rhythm weighing down your heavy eyelids.
‘’Comfortable?’’ Satan asks as he rubs circles on your back gently. You can only hum in response as sleep takes over you. Before you’re out of it, you swear you feel Satan kiss your forehead, murmuring something that gets lost in your sleepy haze.
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puddinqcup · a day ago
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“Look Simeon! Santa came!”
a/n: did all this on my phone because these thoughts are making me cry 😵‍💫
luke (parent/son relationship) x simeon x solomon x gn! reader
“simeon! solomon! (y/n)! wake up, wake up! it’s christmas, santa came let’s go!!” luke was jumping so excitedly while trying to wake up his guardians and solomon. the three woke up sluggishly, thanks to beelzebub eating the wrapping paper that had desserts printed on them, the three had to run around the town like chickens without a head trying to find wrapping paper before luke woke up.
they all walked to the living room where they had their tree setup, luke wanted everyone to make homemade decorations so it looks like a rainbow and glitter came crashing down the purgatory hall living room. solomon and simeon groaned seeing the mess again knowing they’ll have to clean it up after the holidays.
“look everyone! santa bit the cookies i left out for him! do you think he liked them?”
“i bet he loved them luke, you make the best cookies ever” (y/n) kissed the top of his head then ruffled his hair.
luke blushed at the compliment, “if anyone makes the best cookies it’s barbatos! i should’ve asked him to make some so santa can try both and decide himself!”
the three laughed while pushing luke to open his presents. luke tried to unwrap the gift as nice as possible but he was too excited he couldn’t help himself.
luke gasped, “santa got me the newest baking set i asked for! i can’t wait to try this out with you all!”
“wow, seems as if santa had a lot of helpers considering that thing cost so much” simeon said through a smile while looking at solomon.
“come on it’s my first christmas with him, i had to get him something big !” solomon whispered.
“LOOK ! he gave me a huge wolf plushie and said it looks just like me! can you believe that?! santa thinks i’m cool!” (y/n) wanted to tear up from how happy luke was with the present they got for him. simeon gave a small kiss to (y/n) as a thank you for helping luke become more confident in himself.
luke opened the rest of the gifts that were given to him such as new baking materials, toys, games and clothes. he loved them so much, there was one more left that simeon hid way back of the tree (it was a gift from him, or santa) and luke was still with a big smile on his face.
luke looked at it confused, it was in a shape of an envelope. he opened it and began reading it out loud “dear luke, someone very special came by to see me last night and said to write what i think about you. i believe you’re a fantastic angel, you have much more to learn but seeing you grow in front of my eyes is lovely. you work so hard luke, i’m excited to see what you do in the future. keep working hard, i’ll always be watching you. sincerely, michael”
“MICHAEL WROTE THIS?!” luke was wide eye and had rays of sunshine radiating from him. simeon knows how much luke looks up to michael so he had to continually ask him to write a letter for christmas. simeon did guilt trip him a bit but it worked out. simeon loved seeing that big smile on luke, there’s days where he actually feels as if he’s his actual father. simeon isn’t a big fan of michael but if he gets to see this smile on luke everyday, simeon will do whatever it takes.
“i can’t believe santa and michael know each other, that’s so awesome!” solomon, simeon and (y/n) were all about to burst into tears before a loud bang came from the entrance.
“ho ho ho, merry christmas everybody! all thanks to lucifer’s credit card” mammon barged in with a santa suit on carrying a big sack filled with gifts over his shoulder. all the brothers walk in while carrying food, they set it on the table and roundup around the christmas tree to open more presents.
“you shouldn’t dress up as santa clause mammon, that’s an insult to him” luke angrily told mammon. mammon shut him up by giving him a gift which luke gladly took.
“ho ho ho! merry christmas from santa clause from the devildom!” diavolo came in dressed in a santa suit as well with an even BIGGER bag of gifts with barbatos following right behind him.
“ya gonna say something to diavolo?” mammon asked luke. luke shook his head and replied with “diavolo isn’t a jerk like you mammon” everyone laughed while mammon jokingly threatened to take his gift away.
everyone gathered around the tree while opening gifts while drinking hot chocolate and coffee. after that they ate until they felt as if they were going to explode, beelzebub was still eating, and luke finally fell asleep due to a food coma.
“hey guys, look at this. look what luke wrote here in the bottom of his letter to santa” (y/n) announced and waited for everyone to come around them so they can read it out loud.
“i would also like for all my friends and family, simeon, solomon, barbatos, diavolo, and i guess the brothers from house of lamentation to celebrate christmas day together and the whole day be filled with laughter and love. i love you santa clause. p.s. please don’t tell the demon brothers i wished for this”
they all laughed and luke was smiling in his sleep, glad that santa caught that small piece in his letter because that was the biggest thing he wanted, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud.
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dogwater102802 · a month ago
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OK OK SO
With levi and mammon (you can add someone else too if you feel like it!!)
Gn!reader (they/them) getting home drunk and just. Latching onto them. Cuddling up, sighing their name, leaving little kisses, just being the most touchy and lovey-dovey drunk ever.
I wanna see the boys explode
Reaction to an Affectionate Drunk MC
a/n: thank you for the request!
characters: Levi, Mammon, Asmodeus
not proofread!
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Levi:
He would be an absolute mess the moment MC clings on to him.
Stuttering over his words and not knowing where to put his hands.
Just wouldn’t know what to do with a drunk MC in general.
Levi’s attention turned from his computer to the door which was slowly opening to reveal MC stumbling forward. Their eyes lighting up once they saw that Levi was still awake, walking further into the room they plopped down onto the demon's lap, not bothering to shut the door behind them.
“Ah-h, MC? What are you doing?” Levi stuttered, MC’s arms wrapped around his neck, laying their head down on his shoulder.
“Mmm Leviiii, I missed you.” MC whined, their lips grazing across the side of his neck leaving light kisses. Levi flushed not knowing what to do, his hands hovering in the air not wanting to put them in the wrong place.
“MC, t-this isn’t, what are you-” He was cut off by MC placing a soft kiss on his lips. They pulled away with a love dazed look on their face, hand coming up to cup Levi’s cheek, their thumb brushing against his smooth skin. “Are you drunk?” Levi asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to see your response.
“You know I love y-you, right?” MC said, their voice cracking halfway through, completely ignoring his question. Levi let out a small gasp at their words, “You’re my favorite, but don’t tell the others or else they’ll get jealous.” MC said letting out a small giggle, their figure swaying to the side as they became more tired.
“M-MC…” Levi started into their eyes, seeing no sign of you lying. His heart swelled up with happiness at your confession, a dark blush across the apples of his cheeks as a smile appeared on his face. Watching as MC’s eyes closed, soft snores escaping from in between their parted lips, indicating they were asleep.
“I love you too MC.” Levi rested his arms against their back, holding them close to his heart, closer than he’s ever let anyone get. “You’re my favorite normie.”
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Mammon:
Of course Mammon would get super flustered.
But, he would try to hide it with his classic cocky phrases.
But the moment MC sighs his name, he becomes putty in their hands.
Mammon was just coming home from the casino when he saw MC attempting to get into the house of Lamentation.
Key word, attempting.
MC was standing in front of the door with their key in hand, but instead of inserting it into the keyhole, they were whispering words of encouragement to the key. Urging it to unlock the door so they could get inside.
“MC? What the hell are you doing?” Mammon asked, walking up behind them, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at their actions. With his own key in hand, he approached the door and inserted it into the hole. MC’s eyes widened in amazement when Mammon twisted the doorknob and pushed it open. Turning to the demon, they pulled him into a tight hug.
“You’re the b-best Mammonn.” They cheered, placing a kiss on his cheek causing them to turn a light pink. “You have to teach-” MC paused their words as they stumbled through the door, holding onto the frame as they almost toppled over face first. “Teach me how to do that.” They finished, grabbing ahold of Mammon’s hand and dragging him along to the living room couch.
“Of course I’m the best!” Mammon boasted, his feet stumbling over one another as MC quickly pulled him along. They plopped down onto the cushions, bouncing up slightly from the impacts. MC turned their attention to Mammon who now sat beside them, his eyebrow arched as he studied their form. “Are you drunk?” He asked, causing a giggle to fall from MC’s lips.
“Only a l-little.” They said, leaning their head onto Mammon’s shoulder, their hands trailing up his chest.
“I’m not going to sit here and babysit.” Mammon scoffed, going to stand up from the couch to leave, but MC nudged his sleeve making him look back at them.
“Mammon, please stay with me.” They sighed as their eyes grew heavy, body falling over into his lap. Mammon’s eyes widened, inhaling sharply at the closeness between them.
“Hey! W-what do you think you’re d-doing?” Mammon stuttered, staring down at your figure resting on his lap. Their breaths became slow as sleep was starting to overtake their consciousness, they opened their eyes slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of their lips.
“I love you Mammon.” The demon let out a small scoff, his eyes gazed down at you in adoration, his hand rubbing soothing circles against MC’s back as they drifted off to sleep.
“I love you too human.”
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Asmodeus:
Wouldn’t be as flustered as the others.
But would still be surprised by MC’s sudden affection.
Would honestly take such good care of drunk MC because he care about them so much.
Asmo let out a groan at the sound of his door squeaking open, already prepared to chew out whoever it was that dared to disturb his beauty sleep. Removing his sleeping mask from his face he saw MC begin to crawl up his bed towards him.
“MC? What are you doing awake this late?” Asmo asked, trying chew them out for waking him up. They let out a soft hum as their body plopped down next to his, their lips ghosting over his bare shoulder as they let their hand roam across his chest. “I wanted to see y-youuuu.” They slurred, their eyes half open as they gazed into Asmo’s sleepy ones. The demon's face scrunched up in disgust at the smell of alcohol coming from MC’s mouth, an annoyed sigh falling from his lips as he remembered that they went out with Mammon earlier on.
“You’re drunk, MC.” Asmo said, closing his eyes for a brief moment before getting up from the bed and dragging MC along to the bathroom. He turned the light on making them both let out a groan from the brightness of the light. “It’s not good for you to go to sleep without washing your face and brushing your teeth first.” He said as he turned the water on, pulling out an extra tooth brush which he had stored for MC on the nights they would come to sleep in his room. MC wrapped their arms around Asmo’s waist, pressing their lips against his back softly.
“I love you so much, Asmo. You’re so good to me.” MC sighed, resting their head against his back. Asmo paused his actions as he took in their words, pink dusting across his cheeks as he smiled at the reflection of both of them in the mirror.
“I love you too, MC, more than anything else.” He whispered, a new feeling unlocking within his heart as he felt their warm breaths hit his back.
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coffeerecords · a month ago
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FAVOUR (II) | lucifer.
➾ in which he makes it up to you
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wordcount: 6.3k | genre: fluff, slight angst, smut, established relationship au | pairing: lucifer x fem!reader | rating: 18+ | tw: explicit sex (riding, missionary, fingering, unprotected sex, body worship, breeding (?), breast play, scenting, oral fem receiving), jealousy, possessiveness, swear words | others: boyfriend!lucifer, soft dom!luci, needy mc, mc is a tease, luci is also a tease, asmo wants tea
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PART ONE.
AUTHOR’S NOTE. part two’s finally here !! hope you guys enjoy <3
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“May I buy a beautiful lady another drink?”
That voice. Your head snaps towards the deep voice, eyes meeting his ruby ones. You nearly gape at the sight of the handsome man, who’s still waiting for your answer with a dashing smile you miss so much.
Your instincts scream to throw your arms around him, but the thought of smothering him when he just arrives stops you after all the spam of messages you sent to him the other day.
“Sorry, I’m done drinking for the night after this,” you manage to say, lifting your glass in emphasis.
“That’s a shame. I was wondering why someone as beautiful as you is hanging here alone….” He answers smoothly, sending butterflies into your stomach the only way he can.
You suave prick.
“I… I just needed a break…” you mutter, looking away from him. “And I thought you’ll be back in a few days.”
“I did. But things work out faster than I thought. Now, here I am.”
“I see…” You take the final sip of your drink, feeling the buzz inside your veins. “And you didn’t bother—” You stop yourself, putting the glass down a tad too hard. You can’t complain about him for being busy, you remind yourself. Standing up from your seat, you sigh. “I need some air.”
“Sweetheart—”
You didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence and immediately stride into the dancing people to lose him while ignoring the calls of your name. Passing through the crowd isn’t easy, of course. It takes a lot more effort to get to the other side than when you’re with the brothers. But you finally stumble out of the club a few minutes later, lucky enough that no demons have taken notice of your unguarded presence.
Various emotions rush through you as you walk back home. You know how irrational these emotions are welling inside of you. You know how much they don’t make sense, and your boyfriend didn’t do anything wrong even when he didn’t let you know he’ll be back. But, fuck, you can’t help it. Was it that hard to send you a message when he can call you with an unknown number on Diavolo’s behalf—
Your mind and heart are at war until you reach the doors of House of Lamentation. Sighing for probably the fifteenth time that night, you unlock the door and drag yourself in. But then a familiar figure has already been waiting for you, standing tall with his arms crossed. His stern gaze softens when meeting yours as he strides to you, lifting one gloved hand to wipe your falling tears.
When the hell did you even cry?
Usually, you can put a tight lid on your emotions and think logically, but seeing Lucifer without warning feels like throwing all logic out of the window. You have never wanted to touch someone so bad in your life.
“____, why… Why are you crying?” Lucifer asks so gently, keeping his hand on your cheek.
It must be the alcohol… Yeah, it must be it. You just need to sleep it off, and everything will make sense again tomorrow.
“It’s been a long day,” you answer as calmly as you can. “I just need some sleep.”
You attempt to move past him, but he blocks your way. “Lucifer, I’m tired. You can lecture me tomorrow—whoa!” Your world tilts as Lucifer lifts you in his arms without warning, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. “What are you doing? Put me down!”
Lucifer remains silent as he strides to his bedroom, keeping a tight yet gentle grip on you. He sits you down on his couch before he kneels on one knee to meet your downcasted stare. Staring up, he places his big, warm hands on top of yours. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to extend my stay in the human world longer than intended. You see….”
“Lucifer… You don’t have to explain anything to me,” you sigh, still refusing to let your spiralling emotions get the best of you. “I’m just tired, okay? I’ll be fine tomorrow.”
Lucifer remains silent for a moment, his calculating gaze never leaving your face. “…I disappointed you.”
Your gaze snaps to his, clearly surprised.
“I did, didn’t I?” He lets out a humourless chuckle. “Was it because I left you during the start of our holiday?”
“Lucifer—”
“No, that’s not it,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Is it because I haven’t been replying to you?”
You fall silent for a moment, lifting one hand to comb through his hair. “Lucifer, it’s alright. It’s nothing for you to worry about. I know how you were busy—”
“No… That’s not it either, isn’t it? Probably part of it, but….” He mumbles more to himself as if in a trance.
“—and how Diavolo’s requests would always come first—”
“I called you,” Lucifer cut you off, realisation dawn on him. “…I didn’t ask how you were doing, but instead, I went straight to ask for a favour on Diavolo’s behalf. And… because of it, you’re hurt.”
Shame crawls inside your chest as you look away from him, embarrassed by how nonsensical you’re acting and how Lucifer quickly reads you. It’s getting harder to breathe as you stand up abruptly, “I’ll be fine.”
Before you can even take another step, Lucifer grasps your wrist, standing up to pull you to his chest in a warm embrace. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t realise this sooner. I never meant to hurt you, never meant to prioritise Diavolo’s request above you. I… fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not a big deal, Luci….” You pat his back in an attempt to comfort the Avatar of Pride. “It doesn’t make any sense either, so it’s fine….”
“How on earth is it fine when you’re hurt?” He holds you by your shoulder. “I’ve failed you. And why are you downplaying your feelings when it’s important to me?” You stare at him wide-eyed, mouth agape as he continues, “Look, I can explain why I haven’t been replying to your messages and why I had to extend my stay in the human world. The reason might sound a tad ridiculous, which is why I need you to listen….”
Once he is sure you won’t run away from him again, Lucifer sits you back on the couch as he sits beside you, hands remaining on top of yours. “Remember the picture you sent me last week?”
“I’ve sent you many….”
“The one you sent Friday night.”
“Friday night?” You tilt your head for a moment. Then you realised, “Wait, you mean—”
Lucifer nods rapidly, pink tinging his cheeks. “You caught me off guard, alright? And I might….” His words are reduced into incoherent mumbles.
“You what?”
“I might have dropped my phone into the lake….”
Your mind blanks for a second, processing his words. “You mean after my—”
“Yes, after you sent me that picture, I dropped my phone into the lake, which is why I needed help from the witches to search for it, and of course, they don’t do things for free.”
“So, the whole time….”
“I was searching for my missing phone and fulfilling my side of the bargain with the witches.”
Silence.
Then a bubble of laughter pours out from your lips. And not long after, you clutch your stomach, laughing at your boyfriend’s story.
Lucifer pouts at you, yet his eyes brighten with amusement. “Do you know how much of a hard time they’ve been giving me? I had to help them with their magic research. I offered to pay for Mammon’s debt, but they refused it.”
You wipe the tears that well up. “I can’t believe you, of all people, would drop their phone into a lake after I sent you that picture. It was just me in a set of lingerie I was trying on, you know.”
“Which is exactly why I had to retrieve my phone at all cost.” Lucifer throws his arms around you. “Not only that, you have been sending me lots of pictures, and I can’t bear to lose them all.”
“But… It’s just random stuff, Luci. I even sent you a picture of a flower.”
“Your shadow was on it.”
“Okay, now you’re taking this flattering too far.”
He chuckles as you try to move away from him. But he reaches for you and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist before kissing your temple. However, his body tenses. “____?”
“Hmm?”
“Why do you smell like Diavolo?”
“Ah… I was sitting beside him back in the club. Satan pushed him close to me—”
“No, his scent is on you. He—” Lucifer exhales, calming his growing frustration. “—scented you.”
You blink, confusion swirling in your eyes. “What do you mean by ‘scented’? What’s that supposed to—” You let out a yelp, finding yourself laying on the couch as Lucifer hovers over you.
“When a demon scents someone, it tells others to stay away from that person. The stronger the demon is, the stronger their scenting—”
“He didn’t touch me at all besides… Oh.”
Lucifer’s gaze narrows. “What is it?”
“He might have tucked my hair behind my ear when it fell on my face…? But how is that possible? He briefly touched my face.”
“You know how much strength Diavolo possesses,” Lucifer says in a low growl; possessiveness begins to unfurl inside his chest. “His scenting would be powerful enough through a brief contact.”
“It was an accident,” you sigh. “I never meant for it to happen. Hate to remind you that Diavolo also doesn’t know we’re together. I have to admit I thought you didn’t want him to know because you’re dating a mere weak human like me… Maybe you had second thoughts about us, and honestly, I thought you were going to break up with me—”
Lucifer shakes his head rapidly. “No, I would never—”
You silence him, putting your pointer finger in front of his luscious lips with a warning look that you’re not done talking. “But then, I saw how much Diavolo has been paying attention to me.” Lucifer raises a questioning brow as you continue, “Did you know he called me beautiful when I was helping with the party preparation yesterday?” You giggle at the thought, and Lucifer’s eyes widen in surprise. “He also said I would make a good queen after suggesting some things to improve the alliance with the witches—”
“Are you trying to make me jealous, sweetheart?” His voice takes a dangerous tone.
“Jealous of who?” You raise a brow challengingly. “Of me being complimented by Diavolo? Or—”
“You are really a handful, you know that?” Lucifer leans in close to you, muttering against your lips. “Everyone around us is bound to know how beautiful you are. But you just smiled so easily when you talked about Diavolo. And it took me some time to get you to give me that pretty smile—”
You trace the line of his sharp jaw with a finger and a coy smile. “Didn’t know a mere smile can get you all worked up like this, Luci….”
He takes your hand on his face and places a kiss on your palm before entwining your fingers together. “I also cannot and will not accept how someone else dares to scent you. No one gets to touch you, except me.”
“Really? Even Diavolo?”
“Especially him.” The dark timbre in your boyfriend’s voice sends shivers down your spine. “Fuck, you’re far too beautiful for your own good. I didn’t let him know of our relationship because he, too, has eyes on you. Diavolo never asked about us either. So, I never bring it up and….” Lucifer lowers his head on the crook of your neck, letting out a deep sigh. “Now, I’m regretting this. I hate that I can smell him on you.”
You stare up at him. “I can go take a shower now. But judging from our current position, I don’t see it affecting you, Luci.”
A devilish smirk adorns his face when he lifts his head up to look you in the eye. “That’s because you are mine.”
“Well, someone’s confident,” you purr, leaning close to him. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”
“I’m going to make sure you—”
You push him to his back and straddle his waist, catching him off-guard while his gloved hands clutch your thighs to keep you balanced. Then you effortlessly lift the hem of your black dress over your head, dropping it on the ground. You lean in closer to your boyfriend’s face, tilting your head and whisper in his ear. “I just bought this last Friday along with the one I took a picture of. Nice contrast, isn’t it?”
Giggling, you lean back and grab one of his hands, tugging off the glove and placing it on your chest. The Avatar of Pride visibly swallows a lump down his throat, almost entranced at the softness of your breast. “Look, Luci, it matches the colour of your nails. And—” You drop his hand from your hold. “—it even has a front hook.” You unclasp the scarlet bra, letting your breasts fall from their cage.
Lucifer’s gaze darkens with almost a feral look when you peel off your bra slowly. “What do you intend on starting, sweetheart?” His bare hand rubs circles on your waist, sending a shiver down your spine. “You caught me by surprise in this new piece. Do you know what you’ve just signed up for?”
You shrug nonchalantly. “I don’t know. I rejected Asmo’s offer to join an orgy—”
“He what?”
“—because I already planned to play with myself to the thoughts of my handsome prick of a boyfriend since he didn’t tell me when he’d be back precisely nor text me back these past few days,” you say pettily.
If Lucifer isn’t fully turned on, now, he definitely is (despite the insult you throw, which will be dealt with later). Like how can he not when you’re sitting on him in all your naked glory with that scarlet lingerie? Do you not feel what’s stirring beneath you right now?
Lucifer swears his blood never rushes south so fast. He tugs the other glove off his hand and cups your face, claiming your lips in a hungry kiss as his hands traverse down the curve of your naked torso. With a surge of strength, Lucifer lifts you up in his arms, moving away from the couch as your legs instinctively encircle his waist. He lays you down on his bed before unbuttoning the few top buttons of his dress shirt and settles himself back between your thighs.
“Breathtaking…” he mutters against your heated skin, peppering kisses across your jaw and down your neck. He bites and sucks, leaving purple flowers in its wake before going lower. “I’ll make sure everyone knows that you’re mine and only mine.”
Your eyes flutter shut as he continues to leave his marks on your breasts, and your back arches instinctively when he traps a nipple in his warm mouth, giving it a harsh suck. His hand on your hips traces along your waist, cupping your other breast and squeezing it gently before tweaking your hardened bud.
“I want to see you,” you whine needily, hips involuntarily bucking. “Please?”
Lucifer pulls away from your breast with a soft ‘pop’ before he unbuttons the rest of his dress shirt, throwing it onto the ground carelessly. You marvel at the sight of his bare chest, hands tracing up his skin and the ridges of his muscles as he lets out a shaky breath. Clutching his right shoulder while your other hand weaves through his dark hair, you pull him close and capture his lips on yours.
You miss him. So much that having your boyfriend’s weight on you feels like a dream after his prolonged work in the human realm. The emotions from earlier start to surface once more as you pull away slightly to catch your breaths. Staring up at him in the eye, you clutch him closer to you if that’s even possible. “I missed you… I’ve missed you so much.”
He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and leans his forehead on yours. “I’ve missed you too, my love. You are always in my mind each passing day.”
“Make love to me?”
“As you wish.” He kisses your neck on the shade of purple he left behind earlier. “I’ll go slow.” His slender fingers trace along your curves, settling on your thigh and tapping on them twice with his pointer finger. “Spread for me, sweetheart.” He traverses downward, leaving kisses down the valley of your breasts and your stomach. Just when you thought he’d do something about your aching core, Lucifer turns his head to kiss each side of your knees. With that handsome smirk on his face, he lifts your right thigh by your knee.
“What are you—” Your breath hitches as his lips trace along your inner thigh—slowly and steady—towards your covered heat. Your hips buck impatiently, desperate for any sort of relief as you turn into a whimpering mess.
Lucifer’s big hands keep you still as he coos, “Patience, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want.”
Time has never felt so slow as he hooks his finger on the waistband of your scarlet underwear, peeling it down to reveal your soaked entrance to his sharp gaze. Lucifer hums in satisfaction at the trail of slick on your inner thighs. “Haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already completely wet. Is this all for me?”
“Mhmm,” you nod, breathing quickens as you wait in anticipation for his next move. His hands bring your legs over his shoulders before he laces one hand with yours as the other settles on your left thigh.
“I’ll make you feel good, love. You won’t remember anything but my name. But first...”
“Luci—” You gasp; your free hand finds itself in his hair as he licks a stripe up your folds.
The Avatar of Pride merely hums in delight at your taste, lips closing in on your bundle of nerves and sucking it fervently. Not long after, one slender finger sinks into your entrance so easily, which makes you cry out at the jolt of pleasure. Adding another finger, Lucifer grunts at the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers, which sends his already hard cock twitching.
It takes a great deal of self-control for Lucifer to not grind against the bed to find his own release. He’s adamant about having you fall apart on his tongue first and then around his cock. So, his fingers and tongue work faster until you reach your first high without warning. Your senses are completely overwhelmed with the pleasure coursing through you. Lucifer makes sure to lap up every drop of your sweet essence until you signal him to stop.
“What’s wrong?” He climbs up to meet your unfocused gaze, placing a hand on your heated cheek. “Are you alright?”
“Mhmm...” You smile at him, thumb tracing his slick-covered lips. “But I want you inside of me, now.”
“So impatient.” He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. Then he lifts himself off the bed, unbuckling his belt and pants along with his boxers. You swallow a lump down your throat as the rest of his clothing falls into a heap. He positions himself between your legs—one hand supporting his upper body while the other guides his length past your folds—and lets the tip sink in before the rest follows.
“Relax for me, sweetheart,” he says softly, rubbing his hand on your hips comfortingly. It takes you a moment or two to get used to his size, but you can never forget how he’d always fill you up so well. Like you were made for each other.
“You can move…” you murmur into his ear, and he responds by pulling his hips back, leaving only the tip in your heat before sinking back in. He repeats the action in a slow rhythm, drawing out those pretty moans from your lips. And soon, whines and whimpers of his name spill from your lips with every thrust, driving him to move at a faster pace. “Feels so good, Luci—“ You say between breaths. “I—nngh, just like that.”
He chuckles breathlessly, rolling his hips against. “Who’s making you feel this good again?”
“Y-You, Luci,” you whine, clinging onto him as he fills you to the brim.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” He gently bites the sensitive spot on your neck while his hand on your hips move to your mound, thumb encircling your clit teasingly. “No one else can make you feel like this. Remember that.”
You let out a high-pitched moan, nails raking down his back. “Only you... Only want you anyway.”
“Is that so? My pretty human wants me only?”
You nod rapidly, getting closer to your high. Just as you nearly reach your second orgasm, Lucifer pulls away abruptly, leaving you empty. He rolls on his back, bringing you on top of him. “Want you to ride me, sweetheart. Will you do that for me?”
Fuck, yes.
Without as much of a warning, you bring yourself over him and sink down on him; the clench of your walls draws a satisfied grunt from him. His large hands settle on your hips, guiding you to grind against him and hitting that spot he knows that had you seeing stars. Your senses go into overdrive, pleasure licking up your spine as you place your palms against Lucifer’s sculpted chest to support yourself.
“That’s it….” Your boyfriend coos, watching intently at how consumed you are with pleasure—body writhing and breasts bouncing—while he’s adamant in burning this image of you into his mind.
“I’m gonna—” You shudder, releasing all over his still-hard length and falling into a boneless heap on him. At the movement, the remnants of Diavolo’s scent still lingers on you, and something snaps inside Lucifer.
A possessive growl rumbles from his chest as he rolls over, pushing you on your back again. His mind is solely focused on one thing now—to make you smell like him for days or even months. That way, no one—not even Diavolo—would even dare to look at you, and they would all know that you are his. His pace grows faster until he reaches his long-awaited high.
The room goes silent for a moment, only the sound of your ragged breaths filling the air. Lucifer—still deep in his trance—rolls his hips deeper into you to make sure every last drop of his essence stays in you. Your moan, however, snaps him out of his daze. He blinks, eyes focusing on your wrecked form beneath him.
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he stutters, pulling out of you gently. “I lost control—”
You cup his face between your hands, bringing him down and shut him up with a kiss which he returns immediately. “I’m fine.” Your thumbs comfortingly caress his sharp cheekbones. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“I—Are you sure?”
“Mhmm,” you giggle, almost delirious at the after wave effect. “I enjoyed it. Maybe I should make you more jealous.”
Lucifer sighs, shaking his head with a slight smile on his face. “I really can’t win with you.”
“So, do I smell like you now?”
Before Lucifer can respond, his D.D.D rings, disrupting the moment. Sighing, he casts an apologetic glance at you before he climbs out of bed and retrieves his phone from his discarded pants. “Yes?” He answers, voice calm, as he returns to your side on the bed. “Yes, I just arrived earlier.” Lucifer beckons you to him, and you happily lay on his side. “Everything has been taken care of. I assure you there’s no need to worry, Diavolo.”
Diavolo?
Maybe you are still petty. After all, this should be your alone time with your boyfriend. You have not seen each other for so long because of his work. And now, he’s still answering calls from Diavolo?
Your gaze narrows in annoyance when they start talking about more work. Lifting yourself, you reach out and pluck Lucifer’s phone from his hold without warning. You straddle his waist, pinning his arms with your knees. Lucifer gapes speechless at your sudden action, and when he’s about to protest, you silence him with your pointer finger on his lips.
“Lucifer?” Diavolo questions through the phone. “Everything alright?”
“Your Highness,” you answer.
“____? Are you with Lucifer? That’s why I didn’t see you at the party after you left.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t feeling well,” you reply, shooting a teasing smile to your boyfriend. “Lucifer was already at home, and he insisted on taking care of me.”
“If I had known you’re not feeling well, I could’ve walked you back.”
“It’s alright, Your Highness. I can’t take away the host of the party, can I?”
“If it’s you, I won’t mind,” he laughs, and your boyfriend’s gaze grows serious at the comment (right, sharp hearing. you almost forgot). “You know, it was fun talking to you tonight. I hope we can have more chances like that again.”
Lucifer’s gaze narrows in displeasure. But you’re quick to catch him off guard again by grabbing one of his hands and lifting it up to your lips. His jaw nearly falls slack when you silently suck his digits.
Meanwhile, Diavolo, on the other side of the phone, remains unaware as he continues, “Oh! Maybe I can invite you over for tea? Barbatos makes the best desserts—”
“Really? But don’t you and Lucifer have a lot to talk about? I don’t want to impose.” You drag his wet fingers down your body, letting his big hand cup your heat.
“Nonsense, Lucifer and I would be happy for you to join us. I can also tell you more stories about him.”
“I’d be happy to!” You answer almost too quickly. Glancing down at your boyfriend, who has a wicked grin on his face as his fingers trace along your slit. Biting back a moan, you stop his movements for a while. “And, uh, Your Highness? I might have a favour to ask of you if you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. What do you have in mind?”
“It’s not for me personally, but do you mind withholding Lucifer’s work for the time being? At least until the break is over. He didn’t look too well when I saw him earlier.”
Diavolo chuckles at your request. “You truly have a good heart, ____. I’ll deal with the paperwork for the time being. Take care of him for me, will you?”
“You got it,” you grin.
And the moment after you end the call, Lucifer plunges his fingers inside you. “I don’t look too well, huh? How about you try to walk tomorrow, sweetheart?”
You let out a moan, struggling to keep yourself up as he pumps his fingers in and out; the pad of his thumb presses against your bundle of nerves. “I-I just want you all to myself.”
“Greedy, aren’t we?” Lucifer’s gaze glints dangerously. “Fuck, I love to see you like this.”
“Mhmm… All for you,” you grind against him, feeling his cock hardening under you.
“I’ll make sure you’re satiated even if it takes all night long.” He guides you to sink down on him. “I hope you’re prepared, love.”
The whole night Lucifer spent his time making you fall apart—on his tongue, on his fingers, on his cock—that you have lost count how many times you’ve reached your high again and again. It’s early in the morning when you lay limp—utterly dazed and satisfied—falling into a deep sleep.
Lucifer has shuffled out of his bed, bringing a towel to wipe the remnants of your lovemaking off you and himself. He barely can stifle his smirk when he smells nothing but his scent on you. Not a trace of Diavolo’s is left.
After cleaning you and himself up, he takes out a clean shirt and puts it on you while he wears a fresh pair of his pyjama pants. When he climbs into bed, you unconsciously seek his warmth, and Lucifer smiles softly at your sleeping form. He gathers you in his arms, places a kiss on your forehead and whispers, “I’m yours too, ____.”
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The repetitive buzzing of your D.D.D brings you back to consciousness. Sleepily, you turn to your side and reach for your phone on the bedside table to find Asmo spamming your inbox.
ASMO-CHAN [6:04 AM]
____, I didn’t see you for the whole night after my brothers told me you were getting a drink alone. I hope you’re still not bummed out that my brother isn’t back yet.
we’re on the way back home now
You quietly scroll through his messages when Lucifer puts his arm on your waist, pulling you to his bare chest. “Already awake, love?”
“Mhmm,” you respond. “Asmo was just telling me they’re on the way back.”
Lucifer chuckles. “Glad we were the only ones in the mansion a few hours ago. I forgot to put a silencing hex on my door.” Then his gaze drops to your screen, and he furrows his brows. “I’m sorry for leaving you for so long. You must have been upset when I extended my stay in the human realm.”
You turn to him. “That’s okay. You’re here now. That’s what matters.”
Lucifer responds by placing a kiss on your forehead, pulling you close to his chest. Both of you nearly drift back into slumber when your phone starts buzzing again. Sighing, you reach for the device once more.
ASMO-CHAN [ 6:17 AM ]
Oh! I had to tell you that Mammon and Levi plan to come by your room to prank you while you’re asleep.
I’m such a good friend, aren’t I? I don’t ask for anything in return, but if you had finally stopped moping over my brother, embraced your charm and brought home a handsome demon, pls tell me the deets! Your secret is safe with me. I swear no one will know <3
Lucifer peeks at your screen curiously. “Hmm... You were planning to bring home another demon?”
You scoff. “Hell no.”
“You looked exquisite in that dress.” He nuzzles the back of your neck. “And you were using new lingerie set underneath. I barely could restrain myself when I laid my eyes on you.”
You ignore him—barely keeping yourself calm and collected at his suave words—as you reply to Asmo’s text. Well... I just woke up on the right side of the bed…
ASMO-CHAN [ 6:20 AM ]
WHAT??? YOU ACTUALLY DID??? WHO DID YOU BRING HOME??
wait... don’t tell me…
WAS IT DIAVOLO?!
Lucifer scoffs loudly. “As if.”
Stifling a smile, you feign annoyance. “Why are you reading my texts?”
“Because you won’t go back to sleep,” Lucifer answers smoothly. “Might as well see what you’re up to.”
ASMO-CHAN [ 6:21 AM ]
OMDOMDOMD IS WHAT THEY SAY TRUE ??
YOU [ 6:21 AM ]
is what is true?
ASMO-CHAN [ 6:21 AM ]
Diavolo’s size, duh. Is he that big???
YOU [ 6:22 AM ]
Why do you assume I slept with him?
ASMO-CHAN [ 6:22 AM ]
A little birdie told me you had a good time with him last night in the club. When the both of you disappeared, it doesn’t take a genius to piece the pieces together ;) So, did you??
YOU [ 6:23 AM ]
no, I didn’t sleep with him. and who is this little birdie? i think i need to have a nice long chat with them :)
ASMO-CHAN [ 6:24 AM ]
Aww, that’s a shame. You just missed a perfect opportunity to find out if those rumours are true or not
and about the little birdie, that’s a secret I’m not allowed to disclose <3
“I’m going to ban him from social media for the rest of the year,” Lucifer mutters under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear.
ASMO-CHAN [ 6:24 AM ]
okay, but back to the topic, who did you bring home? Is the demon still with you? How many rounds did you both last? Is he good? Better than Lucifer? Is it really not Diavolo??
YOU [ 6:24 AM ]
if you’re so curious, why don’t you hook up with Diavolo instead?
ASMO-CHAN [ 6:24 AM ]
Are you kidding me?? Lucifer will have my head if he finds out! You can’t hide anything from him. Plus, you know how protective he is of Diavolo. Sometimes I wonder if their relationship is more than what meets the eye.
Omd, wait, do you think they ever hook up???
You nearly scoff at that, typing into your screen like a madwoman.
YOU [ 6:25 AM ]
of course not. Lucifer’s mine.
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“I’m yours, huh?” Lucifer questions, voice low and teasing, his warm chest against your back.
You stiffen, wholly forgotten that Lucifer is still reading through your text. “Uhm...”
“Continue on.” His warm hand slips beneath your—his—shirt, caressing the bare skin of your stomach with his thumb.
ASMO-CHAN [ 6:27 AM ]
oh my~ someone’s possessive. It’s rare to see someone so possessive over my brother. and now, another demon manages to capture your attention for the night. You’re making me even more curious!
And you know what, I’ll go check him out myself. You can’t hide him now, ____.
Just as you are about to text him back, you drop your phone onto the mattress, and a soft moan spills from your lips as Lucifer kneads your breast, flicking your nipple into stiff peaks.
“Naughty girl,” Lucifer chuckles darkly, pressing his erection against your ass. “Do you see what you’ve done to me?”
“Do I make you hard when I call you mine, Luci?”
“You have no idea, sweetheart,” Lucifer trails kisses down your neck, fingers traverse down onto your bare heat. “You’re going to spend the whole day making it up to me. After all, you did say you’d take care of me, right?”
You nod without hesitance. “Y-Yes.”
“Good, now—”
Your forgotten D.D.D’s ringtone blares through the room, a heated moment interrupted again.
“I’m so close to confiscating their devices,” Lucifer grunts, irritation lacing his tone, fingers pulling away from your aching core.
Clearing your throat, you answer the call, and instantly, a loud growl blares through the speaker along with familiar screams.
“____!” Asmo shouts in panic. “Help!”
“Why is Cerberus here, ____?!” Mammon’s voice follows along. “How the—”
Lucifer plucks your phone from your grasp. “That is what happens when someone decides to trespass a lady’s room without permission.”
“L-Lucifer?!” Mammon stutters with the sound of his rushing footsteps. “You’re back?!”
“Yes, I am,” Lucifer pulls the phone away from his ear at the panicked screeches that blast through your speaker. “And I presume you and the others can handle Cerberus. I’m hanging up now.”
“No, wait—!”
Lucifer ends the call and turns your phone off. “Now, where were we?” He faces you and notices the worried expression you’re wearing.
“How did they even end up in Cerberus’ room anyway?” You raise a brow at him.
“…I might have put a curse on your bedroom door.”
“You what?”
“Just for precautions, alright?” Lucifer’s lips turn into a pout. “I was worried if anyone would take advantage of my absence to prank or harm you. It transports trespassers to Cerberus’ room.”
“What if Cerberus ends up eating your brothers?”
“Cerberus won’t eat my brothers. I just told him to chase them around for his daily exercise. But on the other hand, if it were some other demons….”
“I can’t even imagine what would happen to them….” You shake your head. “I should be mad at you for putting that curse without me knowing—” Lucifer’s eyes widen, panic flashing in his orbs. “—but how can I when you’re so adorable being all protective like this?” You pinch his cheek, uncontrollable giggle spilling from your lips.
“You’re going to get punished for this.” Lucifer lifts you to straddle his lap, hands palming your ass appreciatively.
“Mhmm,” you purr, unbuttoning your shirt. “Looking forward to it.”
That afternoon after you and Lucifer finally had your fill of each other, you both make your way to the kitchen for your late lunch with Lucifer supporting you as you continuously stumble on your feet. However, just as you are about to help with meal preparation, Lucifer stops you and insists that he’d do the cooking himself. He proceeds to carry you to the dining room, sitting you on the chair to wait.
You are about to complain when he reminds you of your wobbly legs after last night activities with a smug smirk on his face. So, you acquiesce begrudgingly, letting him prepare your meals.
That, however, isn’t the last of your problems. As Lucifer busies himself in the kitchen, out of all the brothers that can appear at this time, Asmo comes in with light steps, fully energised as if he wasn’t chased by Cerberus earlier. He casts a look over your figure, and a mischievous glint reflects in his tangerine ones. “So… My brother, huh?”
You shoot him an unamused glare. “Asmo…”
“Somehow I’m not surprised either,” He chirps, plopping down on the empty chair beside you. “After all he’s the only one that can keep you satisfied, no?”
You stay silent as he continues, “If it wasn’t for me being the Avatar of Lust, I won’t be able to look you in the eye from all these scent wafting off you.” Asmo waves his hand in front of his face teasingly, and you instinctively move away from him, flustered that you almost forgot about the whole scenting thing.
“So—” Asmo claps his hands in excitement. “Don’t you think I deserve a teeny-tiny information after warning you about the prank my brothers planned to pull on you and being chased down by Cerberus?”
“You know I don’t kiss and tell.” You give the same answer to him with your arms crossed.
“Aww, you’re no fun, ____. Even just a little—”
“Asmo, quit pestering ____,” Lucifer interrupts, walking out of the kitchen with two plates in hand.
Asmo merely gapes, taking notice of the red and purple that peppers the older brother’s neck. “Wow, you both did go all out.”
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Never had you thought that the ones you truly loved would betray you. Especially after all you’ve done for them, and they still did it. You never would betray them even if it was the last thing you would do.
A month ago is when it all started, a new student arrived for the exchange program. Diavolo thought it was going well after three years of an successful program, so he added another student.
Except this time it wasn’t a human, it was an experienced witch, her name was Maiko. She won over the hearts of the brother within a week only, while you had to within half an year to get their full trust.
Maiko had hip length black hair, thin bangs, with big pink eyes that fade into a light green colour, she even had the perfect body and smile. You could never hate her even if you really wanted to, she’s the only one that has been there for you.
She always was the one to call you for food when the brothers ‘forgot’, she also has been helping you with spells & the RAD homework you didn’t understand. You always thought that she was an angel by the way she treated you, and everyone else.
You couldn’t even go to Satan because he would always decline and say he’s busy, when in reality he just goes to his room and daydreams of Maiko. The cat cafe he promised to take you to a week ago? Now he’s going with Maiko.
Maiko insisted that you should go instead of her, but you declined since you have lost most of your feelings for the fourth born. You would’ve thought that he would be there for you, after all he knew what it felt like as a replacement when he was born.
He’s been the ‘new Lilith’ at first, but then you came around and showed him he wasn’t an replacement, whereas now you’re getting shit treatment from him.
You couldn’t really understand why Mammon would replace you, after all you were his ‘first’ as he used to put it. Now he had Maiko by his side and they just make the perfect duo. He also quit being your protector to go and protect Maiko even though she didn’t need it. That one really hurt.
Lucifer wasn’t a surprise i mean who would wanna be seen with a lowly mortal when you could be seen with an experienced witch. He always holds her hand in public and his pride goes up a whole lot, he never let even you hold his hand like that in public.
Leviathan used to be nervous around you, now he’s been giving you the last choice treatment. If you ever make a tiny mistake in a game he’ll say how much better Maiko is than you, then proceeds to kick you out of his room.
You never thought Asmodeus would treat you like this. To say he was treating you horrible was an underestimate. He always comments on how ‘horrible’ you look whereas Maiko looks perfect in every way. He doesn’t even shop with you anymore, instead replaces you with Maiko. He used to gossip with you, but now he’s gossiping about you.
Now Beelzebub.. he would never do this. At least that what you thought, apparently the so called friendly giant turned the opposite. He always eats your food or gives it to Maiko because she deserves it. He also left a comment that made your stomach turn “You might as well be the new Avatar Of Gluttony with how much you eat.”
You would think at least Belphegor would be with you, after all you freed him from the attic and everything. But now he’s a monster to you, he never naps with you because you apparently give him nightmares whereas Maiko gives him the best dreams. He even said he would kill you again if he could.
The royals haven’t gave you the harsh treatment but it still hurts when they hangout with Maiko, they even gave her a gift for succeeding one week when you didn’t even get a gift for succeeding three whole years.
Even the purgatory hall doesn’t have time for you anymore, not even Luke. They always make up some excuse but then Maiko is allowed to go there.
Today was Friday finally, this week had been going by slower then usual. You would think someone would’ve put a spell on you by how slow even a minute is.
You used to sit by at least one brother in all your classes, but now Maiko has your seat. It wasn’t her fault really, if she knew she would give the seat up for you anyday. She even grew a crush on you the first time you two met.
You enter your last class of the day: Spells. Maiko smiles and waves to you as you enter, you fake a smile and wave back. She then takes her seat next to Mammon who hugs her. You sigh and sit next to Hiro.
Hiro is also a new exchange student. He’s half angel, half elf. He has pale skin, split black & white fluffy hair that almost covers his eyes, ocean-blue eyes that fade into a light purple, pointed ears, a few inches taller then Beel, he sure does have muscles and lastly the most perfect smile that you could stare at for days. He’s been treating you like the most precious thing in all realms and was always there for you. He’s usually nervous but around you it’s like he’s known you for years, he even grew a big crush on you.
You take a seat next to him and he smiles and greets you “Hey MC, you look good today. Also I bought you a small gift.” He blushes and turns away to grab something out of his bag.
This time you smile genuinely back at him and greet him back. “Hey Hiro, you don’t look too bad yourself.” He then places a letter in your hand and smiles.
You raise a eyebrow before looking at it. The letter has a gold wing stamp on the opening, your favourite colour ribbon carefully tied into a bow & it even smells like Hiro.
You smile and open it carefully and see a necklace, it’s gold, and had a heart with wings and your initial in the middle of it.
You gasp and smile brightly at him “Thank you so much!” You almost shed a tear from how happy you are. You then proceed to put it on then hugging him.
He blushes and hugs you back “No problem MC, I hope you like it.”
The teacher then walks in and everyone pulls out their textbooks, turning to the page that your learning today. It’s a safety spell, but it could go terribly wrong if you messed it up a bit.
The teacher tells you to go into partners but then Hiro grabs your hand “Uh MC.. Can i be your partner? I dont feel like talking to others.” he asks nervously
You nod, and you two start writing down the correct steps on how to do it right. You finish and look at his paper, his handwriting is so graceful while yours looks a bit rushed.
“Are you guys finished with writing the spells down?” the teacher asks, looking right at you and everyone nods then turn to you. Mammon snickers. You nod nervously and look down. Hiro notices this and puts his soothing hand on your back rubbing calming circles in.
“Their really done?”
“I thought they would’ve taken a while. Haha!”
“They probably copied off of Hiro, that poor dude.”
“Their writing probably sucks!”
You start to frown, then Hiro slams his hands onto the desk alarming everyone, even the teacher. “If any of you say one more bad thing about MC you will be done, and won’t live to see another day. Now if you’ll excuse me, me and MC need to leave early.”
Everyones jaw drops as he grabs both of your bags and grabs your arm as you two walk out. You could tell he’s furious by the way his eyebrows are turned down.
Hiro then stops in the middle of the hall and turns to you, then crouching to pull you into a hug.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with that, i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again as long as i’m around, now why dont we get some food at the new cafe?”
You smile and hug him back “It’s fine.. im used to it, and that does sound nice. I haven’t ate in a few days.”
He nods then holding your hand and taking you to the restaurant, but on the way the person you guys saw made you regret it. It was Lucifer of all people.
You gulp then Hiro squeezes your hand a bit tighter “You know what.. maybe we should go somewhere else.. Get on my back.” he says nervously, then crouching for you to get onto his back. You then get onto his back wrapping your arms around his neck. You guys start to head another direction but you didn’t notice that Lucifer was glaring at you.
You guys then head to a different café, this one was an expensive one. While you guys head inside you gasped at how fancy it looked.
The walls were painted a royal blue, with black decorations painted it, a sparkly black floor, golden chandeliers that gave off a blue-ish tint to the lights, the tables were mostly booths, but the ones in the middle were fancy rectangular shaped.
You guys saw a table for two placed near an aquarium, it had a bottle of a black rose and a blue rose. He lets you down then asks what table you wanna go to.
You point to the one near the aquarium and he smiles and agrees, you both head over there and he pulls the seat out for you.
“You first.” He says while smiling. You blush and take a seat. He then goes across and sits there.
You never felt this calm in an while, you were always nervous and anxious. Now was finally a time to relax with a person that truly cared about you. You look at the menu, but then you notice you never tried any of them.
“Hey Hiro, what are you ordering? I can’t find any that i would like.” You look up from the menu and ask. He then folds his menu and puts it aside.
“I think i’m getting the royal salad, with deep blue sauce, topped with bits of bread and blue spicy shrimp. You should get the same or there’s a pulled pork ribs, topped with the devildom special sauce, and medium fries on the side. I tried them they’re pretty good and human safe.” he says while looking at the fish in the tank smiling at them.
“Those both sound good, I think i’ll get {your choice} today.”
“Good choice, also this fish kinda remind me of your eyes.” He points to a e/c glowing fish that then makes its way over to you.
You look at it and laugh as you see another fish that comes out of the reefs that is glowing ocean-blue and light purple. “And this one looks like you.” You point to it.
He laughs “Your right, they both really do look like us.”
The waitress then walks over and Hiro says the order for both of you, when the waitress leaves he looks at you. “MC.. your eyes are very pretty did I tell you that?”
You look ataken back for a minute before blushing slightly “Yours are too.. i never seen any eyes as gorgeous as yours.” you say shyly back. Your stomach starts to grumble and you hide you face in your hands from embarrassment.
Hiro looks at you confused before looking concerned “Have they been not feeding you? That’s horrible of them.” He says while frowning.
“Yeah.. well I mean i haven’t ate, so it wasn’t them but it was me. I was trying to go on a diet and didn’t eat for a few days.” You lied to him. It was weeks not days. You feel bad since you lied to him.
His eyes go wide “You have?.. I think you look perfect and you shouldn’t have to change for anyone.”
You never heard a compliment in so long it felt almost wrong to hear. You feel like your about to tear up, but quickly blink it away as the waitress places both of your foods down. It looked perfect, and it smelled good.
You both start to eat, and you savour the taste of the food inside your mouth. You’re surprised that your stomach is accepting the food, unlike before you kept throwing it up.
Your phone starts ringing just as your about to take a few more bites of your food, Hiro raised a eyebrow at you. You pull your phone out and see 7 missed calls, Lucifer is currently calling as well.
You choke on the piece of food that was in your mouth from surprise. Hiro starts to panic as you almost fall out of your chair gasping for air.
Hiro quickly drops the utensils in his hand and gets to your side immediately, he chants a spell that stops you from choking.
You start to lean against him as your throat is dry.
“Hey hey.. it’s gonna be okay MC, just breathe.. Have some water.” Hiro then hands you a glass of water.
You slowly drink it down and you slowly calm down. Hiro rubs your back in a comforting manner.
As you look up you see someone with dark black hair behind Hiro. It’s Lucifer..
“Hiro behind you..”
To be continued.
‎ع˖⁺ ☁⋆ ୭ 🕊.⋆。⋆༶⋆˙⊹
© 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝟏𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.
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magicchakie · 2 months ago
Satan : slams books down in front of mc
Satan : Boil up some D-Energy. It’s gonna be a long night.
Mc: You could of said literally anything else.
Satan : Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.
Mc: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.
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nessaxc · 3 months ago
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All Wet || Mammon
A beach walk with Mammon turns into something more
~ Rating: Explicit
~ Words: 2.4k
~ Tags: Shower Sex, Public Hand Job, Ocean Hand Job, Skinny Dipping, Vaginal Fingering
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“What?”
“Nothing.” Mammon had his hands shoved deep in his pockets as you two walked along the beach. The resort was quiet; it was late in the season and you both were some of the few tourists who were still in the area. Your rented bungalow was right near the water, which made it perfect for taking strolls in the sand whenever you felt like it – like now, at midnight – as well as for having mind-blowing, toe-curling, screaming sex whenever you wanted it since the waves typically drowned you both out.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re up to something, Mammon.”
He smirked, his eyes cast downward as you walked leisurely. “Maybe.”
“Like what?”
He glanced up at you, and before you knew what was happening he ripped off his t-shirt, dropped trou, and ran straight into the surf stark naked.
You stared after him, dumbfounded.
“Oh, fuck, that’s cold!” he yelped, right before diving under an incoming wave.
“Mammon, what the fuck?” you called out, laughing, as his head bobbed back up.
“Come on. Water’s fine.”
“You just said it was freezing!”
“Chickenshit!”
You heaved a sigh and glanced around; the beach was completely empty. Oh, fuck it. You pulled off your dress and then your bra and panties before you had time to second-guess yourself and made a run for the water. As soon as the waves hit your knees you squealed. “Holy fuck!”
“Get in here before everyone sees you in your altogether!” he laughed.
You took a deep breath and dove in, the chilly saltwater sending a shock through your system. You emerged and Mammon paddled over to you. It was shallow enough that your feet could still touch the sand, but deep enough that the waves broke just past you. “You’re an idiot,” you said, teeth chattering.
“I was just thinking the same thing, to be honest,” he replied. “Come here. Body warmth.”
“I don’t have any left,” you said as you curled up to him.
“Mmmm. You have some.” He squeezed your breasts and motorboated them, sending a spray of water into your both faces.
“Ass,” you said, giggling.
He kissed you, and his mouth tasted of salt and tequila. You melted into his kiss as you both floated on the gently heaving sea.
“We can’t stay out here long,” you murmured as he grasped your hips and pulled you so that you were wrapped around him.
“I know.”
“No lifeguard. Dark out. Dangerous.”
“And romantic. And fun. Come on.” His eyes sparkled as he winked at you. “Let’s be naughty.”
You pursed your lips and raised an eyebrow. “Well, salt and sand are no fun in my naughty bits… but if you can get it up quickly, I can jerk you off.”
He was still shivering from cold when he nodded.
“Really?”
“Baby, I’m already hard.”
You reached into the water and was impressed to find he was. “Even with the cold, Mammon?”
“What can I say? You do magical things to me.”
You giggled as you wrapped one hand around his shoulder to keep balance in the currents. The other hand firmly gripped him and started stroking, pausing every so often to add a little twist at his tip. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head against yours and began nuzzling your ear, giving little grunts of pleasure.
“You’re so big and hard, Mammon,” you cooed.
“Oh, fuck, baby… your hand is perfect… oh, don’t stop,” he whispered.
“You like that? You like it when I use my hand to get you off?”
“Yes…”
“What are you going to do to make it up to me when we get back to the bungalow?” You nipped his ear.
He groaned as his hips bucked forward involuntarily. “I’m going to… make you come… at least twice…”
“Promises, promises…” you were teasing him now, running your thumb over his head and dipping it into the slit before stroking down to his base and back.
“I’m going to… drag you into the shower…go down on you…oh, fuck,” he moaned.
You stroked him harder, pressing your legs together as he talked.
“Then… push you up against the shower wall… fuck you from behind… slam into you… oh, oh, Shit,” he gasped, gritting his teeth as you jerked him faster. “Oh God, I’m going to… fuck!” he cried out as his cock twitched in your hand, the warmth of his come momentarily floating past your fingers and legs before dissolving into the cold seawater. He leaned against you heavily, leaving a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder as you both bobbed with the motion of the waves.
“Satisfied?”
“Always,” he replied, breathless.
“Ready to make good on your promise?”
He gave a low, suggestive laugh. “Oh, yes. Or at least, I will be, once I recover from that, you damn succubus.”
“Hey, this was your idea, you filthy man.” you stuck your tongue out at him, then you quickly checked the beach again and saw you both were still, thankfully, alone. You gave him a wink and dove under the next wave, riding it to the sand. You picked yourself up and took off towards your clothes, pulling on your dress quickly and grabbing your bra and panties.
He followed right behind, his spent cock flapping ridiculously between his legs as he grabbed for his pants, and you couldn’t help but laugh. He yanked his shorts on and picked up his t-shirt before grabbing you in a tight embrace and kissing you as though his life depended on it. “That was fucking incredible, baby… thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you giggled. “Now… I believe I heard some mention of two orgasms in the shower.”
“Oh… did I say that?”
“Why? You going back on your word, Mammon?”
“No,” he grinned. “But I could’ve sworn I said three.” He grabbed your hand and you both sprinted back to the bungalow.
It only took you three minutes to get back at the rate you were going and the moment you got inside Mammon kicked the door shut behind him and slammed you up against the wall, kissing and nipping at your neck. You slipped out from his grasp and ran for the bathroom, but he caught up with you. He hoisted you over his shoulder caveman-style and carried you into the washroom while you squealed and laughed. He placed you on the countertop and turned on the tap water before turning and attacking your lips once more, pausing only to pull your dress up over your head so that you were naked once again. You pushed his pants down past his hips as steam from the shower filled the room. His hands roamed over your damp flesh, exploring the curves of your breasts and waist while you ran your fingers through his wet hair.
He suddenly gripped your ass and picked you up again, this time so that your legs were wrapped around his hips, and stepped into the shower with you. He put you down gently and grabbed your body wash, squirting a generous amount into his palm.
“Turn around, babe,” he murmured, and you obeyed. He worked the soap into a lather and started massaging your back with his strong fingers, and you moaned out loud. He kneaded and stroked the kinks out of your shoulders before he moved down your spine, finally scrubbing and squeezing your ass. He ran both hands up and down each of your legs, soaping them up thoroughly before finally turning you back around. He kissed your forehead while he soaped up your arms and belly, saving his final attentions for your breasts. He traced circles around your nipples before radiating his touches outwards, covering you completely with the sweet-smelling bubbles. Then he whirled you around so that we switched places and you were under the stream of hot water, the body wash dripping off your skin in sudsy streams.
You grabbed his soap and began to reciprocate, scrubbing it across the tan, taut muscles of his chest and abs before you knelt down. You gave his cock a teasing stroke as you soaped him up, then moved to his long, strong legs. He had his eyes closed when you stood back up and turned him around, pressing into his shoulders with firm squeezes, and he let out soft grunts of pleasure as you massaged the tension out of his back. You admired the soft curve of his ass and thighs as you finished soaping him up; by now you were clean, so you pulled him under the showerhead with you and kissed him while the hot water rinsed him off. His fingers probed you curiously as the last of the seawater ran down the drain, and you gave a little gasp as he rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger.
You weren’t expecting what he did next. He placed you gently on the floor of the tub so that the gentle fall of the shower was aimed right on your belly and pelvis. Then, he knelt between your legs and hoisted them over his shoulders, dipping his head down to put his mouth on you. The combination of the warm water running over your body as well as his rough, hot tongue poking inside you was intense and arousing, and you cried out as he traced his tongue over your clit in maddening circles.
“Oh, fuck, Mammon, that’s… perfect,” you gasped. You were already close, the heightened anticipation from our escapade in the ocean ensuring your body was more than ready for his careful ministrations.
He hummed against you as he drew the little bud into his mouth and suckled at it, and it didn’t take long for you to lose control. You came, your back arching off the floor as your hips bucked into his face, the waves of pleasure rolling through you. He didn’t let up, though; he seemed determined to make good on his promise and he thrust two soaked fingers inside of you, curling them and tapping them against your G-spot. You had barely come down from your first climax when the second hit, even harder, and you let out a tortured cry as ecstasy wracked your body. He extracted his fingers and licked you gently as I floated back down to earth, the hot water streaming over his head and pooling on your skin.
“That’s two down,” he murmured as he kissed right above your mound. “One more to go.”
You grabbed his hair and yanked him up roughly so that he was on top of you. You kissed him fiercely and swallowed his chuckles. His erection was back in full force now, jabbing you in the thigh, and he grasped your arms and pulled you up to your feet as he stood. “You wanted to fuck me from behind, right?” You whispered, turning and grinding your bare ass against his groin.
He moaned as he grabbed both of your arms and held them against the cool tile of the shower wall. “I did… because I still owe you another orgasm…” His voice was deep and full of sinful promise as he spoke into my ear and pressed his torso to your back. “That, and I love the way your ass bounces when I fuck you like this… and those little noises you make, oh God… and the way you reach back and dig your nails into my ass when you’re close and you want me to fuck you harder… the way you come and fall forward and I have to catch you, usually by grabbing onto your magnificent tits while I finish you off…”
You were circling your hips back against him now, desperate to have him inside me. “Please, Mammon…”
“As you wish, Y/N,” he whispered as he pushed your legs apart with his knee and slid forward. You groaned at the intrusion as his cock filled me up; he still held my arms in place against the wall as he undulated his hips against you, his tip just brushing your G-spot.
“Oh, Mammon, that’s… that’s good,” I breathed as the water continued to cascade around us.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes… oh, fuck, baby… more… faster…”
He growled as he slammed into you; he shifted his hands so that he was holding both of yours up against the wall with one while the other snaked around your waist to massage your clit. You arched your back and started to push back to meet his thrusts, urging him forward.
“Baby.” His voice was strained. “Keep that up and I’ll come too quickly…”
“I want to feel you come, Mammon,” you panted. “Please…”
“Not until I feel you…” He paused his rhythm and you let out a frustrated whine, which he silenced with a firm tweak of your clit. You bucked into his hand and leaned your forehead against the wall; You weren’t sure how much more my body could take. “… are you going to behave?”
“Yes, Mammon… yes, please,” you babbled, desperate for your finish.
He started moving again, fucking you even harder while you held still, biting your lip so hard you could swear you were going to draw blood. He sucked at your shoulder while he continued to roll your sensitive nub between his fingers and piston into you from behind. You cried out as you climbed higher and higher, and finally you let out an uncontrollable scream as your pussy clamped down on him in powerful release, your entire body trembling as your brain shut down. Stars burst behind your eyelids as you tried to breathe, pleasure shooting through every nerve in your body. As your cunt contracted and released around him he came with an animalistic roar, spilling everything he had left deep inside you. He caught you just as you began to pitch forward and slipped out of you, holding you close while you both caught your breath.
At that moment, you two were shocked by a deluge of frigid water from the shower. You shrieked and leaped out of the tub, grabbing a towel as he followed behind you, laughing.
“Well, I guess we went through all the hot water,” he said, chuckling as he wrapped a towel around his waist and picked me up again. He threw you on the bed and cuddled next to you. “Not that we need it to stay warm. Right, babe?”
“Shut up, Mammon,” you said sleepily.
“Hey! I just gave you three orgasms in less than 30 minutes. I think I deserve a little more tenderness than ‘shut up.’”
“And I jerked you off while skinny-dipping in the frigid ocean,” you said, snuggling into him. “I’d say we’re square.”
He gave a soft chuckle as he pulled you close, then nuzzled your hair as you both drifted off to sleep, sated and happy.
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mythsofkairos · 4 months ago
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CRAZY OVER YOU  [ OBEY ME! (Brothers + Diavolo) Series ]
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So Satan was planning another prank to play on Lucifer
He was going to feed him a personality reversal potion, to make him all soft and emotional so that he could blackmail him about it later
But you accidentally ended up drinking it
You go to bed feeling a little dizzy, not knowing what is wrong with you
Until you wake up the next day with a diva personality rivalling Asmodeus
includes: NSFW, female switch reader, established relationship, teasing
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SATAN KNEW HIS DEATH WAS SET IN STONE THE MOMENT HE MESSED UP THE TEA CUP SWITCHEROO.
He had spent the entire evening preparing a special concoction for his latest prank on their eldest brother. A simple spell that he had come across in one of his older books. The plan was so elegant and elusive that it made him wonder why he hadn’t thought of it before. The potion was easy to prepare too, without arousing any suspicion. 
Just the mental image of a soft Lucifer cooing at cats and tearing up over sappy romance novels was enough to make Satan cackle like a Disney villainess as he mixed the ingredients in his portable cauldron. 
It didn’t even give off a distinct scent mixed with his tea, which was good. Very good.
Lucifer was buried neck-deep in paperwork when Satan knocked on his door. He was too exhausted to notice the saccharine dripping from the fourth-born’s smile as he placed the cup and saucer on the table. 
“You should take a break, Lucifer.”
He nodded absentmindedly, completely engrossed in the statistics and passages on the papers in front of him. Satan wasted no time scurrying away (with the most poised posture, of course) and then ducking behind the window frame from the outside to watch his plan play out. He grinned in satisfaction as Lucifer raised the porcelain cup to his lips and taking a long sip, collapsing back in his chair later.
Impressed with himself, Satan practically skipped (respectfully, of course) back to his room, mapping out all the places he’d hide cameras in to capture Lucifer’s non-lucid state.
He vaguely remembered preparing another cup of tea as a back up plan, in case the first born would’ve asked him to join him. But he hadn’t spiked that one. So when he noticed you sitting on the couch and drinking from a similar cup, he wasn’t all that concerned. He was more psyched about the success of his prank.
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So imagine his irritation when there was practically no change in Lucifer’s demeanor at R.A.D the following day.
His pride hadn’t as much chipped, much less evaporated. He was just as stoic and unreasonable as he had been for as long as Satan could remember. What did he do wrong? Was the potion not potent enough? Did he miss an ingredient? No, he was sure he had done everything by the book. Then why?
“You okay, Satan?”
His head perked up at Asmodeus calling his name out. He grumbled as he climbed the staircase leading to the entrance of the school. “It’s nothing.”
Mammon kept glancing at the gates, making Asmodeus quip. “Witches won’t attack you here, Mammon. You can relax.”
He shook his head. “Not that. MC said she wasn’t feeling good this morning and told me she would come to school by herself. But I don’t see her...”
Leviathan rolled his eyes as he scrolled through his D.D.D. “And you left her alone just like that? Some bodyguard you are.”
“Hey! She was being really bitchy about it! I have feelings too, you know!”
Asmodeus snickered. “You’re a demon, you idiot! What is the worse she could’ve done? Hit you with a frying pan?”
Mammon’s lips curled in distaste. “Whatever! You are going to pick on me no matter what I say, so I won’t justify myself anymore!”
“Guys?”
At the sound of the third born’s soft voice, they all turned to look at him. But his eyes were wide as saucers as he stared at something beyond them all. His lips were parted in disbelief, a look all of them shared after they realized what he was stupefied over.
You had just entered the large iron gates, and if not for your signature glasses and familiar backpack, it would’ve been impossible to tell that it was you.
Your timid personality and modest taste in fashion felt like a far cry from your current confident gait and modified uniform. Your hair was out of its usual style and flowing down to your shoulders with a luscious texture. Your R.A.D blazer was unbuttoned, revealing your tight shirt hugging the outline of all your curves perfectly. Your cherry red skirt had raked up a good four inches above your knees, and you were sporting a pair of thigh high socks that exposed a suggestive strip of skin between their edge and your hemline.
You looked like something out of a dream high school movie, making jaws drop and heads turn in your direction as you made your way towards the brothers c. 
And that’s when your scent hit them.
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[ A/N: Every brother gets their own variation of this prompt (including Diavolo), so stay tuned to read more! ]
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laurieelaurel · a month ago
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How he shows he cares
Lucifer edition!
Warnings: Fluff
Gn Mc x Lucifer
Lucifer is a busy guy, so you have to be someone he really holds in high regard to even speak with him outside of RAD duties
Fortunately for his image, you living in the HOL provided him with the perfect excuse to interact with you without giving any credence to the wild rumours
Might end up asking you to meet him in his office for the most insignificant of reasons (you totally thought you were in trouble the first time)
Like the very first time he called you, it probably induced a heart attack right then and there because you didn't even remember doing anything wrong
Imagine the shock on your face when all he asks is how your studies are going
But eventually, you got used to his unconventional way of asking you to have some tea with him (the fact that you could be called to Lucifer's office and not break out into a cold sweat has your RAD classmates completely confused)
Has on numerous occasions given you helpful one on one lessons that don't involve whips and torture (Mammon is quaking in jealousy)
100% asks about your interests under the guise of
Has also on numerous occasions turned a blind eye to your actions within the Anti-Lucifer league (the others aren't so lucky)
Will never admit that he feels a strong sense of pride whenever you find success
Totally uses you as a model child to lecture the others
Goes on and on for hours about how much you've accomplished in meetings with Diavolo
Dia is amused by how you've managed to sway the heart of such a stoic demon
Platonic pet names!!
Has called you "my beloved" on accident at least once
Basically everything he does sits perfectly on the fence of romantic vs friendly territory
but the moment you start thinking about one small thing he's done for you, your brain is never gonna rest with all the overthinking and thinking back to every second you've spent with him you'll do
You really should confront him about it
please do, because the avatar of pride is just too darn proud to admit anything
Then again, he is also chronically tired and buried in paperwork (do demons pay taxes?) so until he finishes signing off all these papers, he's gonna have to be married to his desk
But even with the ludicrous amount of work he constantly has shovelled onto his plate, Lucifer always has time for you, and even if his pride won't let him confess yet, he'll swallow it just enough to tell you that you are important to him.
You’re nice and comfortable sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace, waiting for Lucifer to finish his late night paperwork. You hadn’t expected him to agree to your request to keep him company while he worked, but his soft spot for you only grows more obvious as each day passes. You were continuing to ramble on about your day, playing with your hands while looking into the lit fireplace. He let out the occasional hum to tell you he was listening, pen hand never resting for too long. You take a pause to take a sip of tea and hear Lucifer sigh to himself while rifling through a new pile of papers. You noticed the change in his demeanor and glanced over anxiously as you started to trail off. You looked back down at your hands, cheeks warming slightly in embarrassment. “Of course he’d be busy” You felt a little guilty, sensing that your presence and nonsensical stories about school probably only distracted the poor demon. You turned back to Lucifer, expecting to see his head buried in papers but instead met his gaze. He tapped his pen quietly on his desk while studying you with his tired but patient eyes. “Is something wrong, my dear?” You blinked in surprise “Oh… no, its nothing...” “Continue then. Please,” he added, motioning at you with his pen. You were quick to retract your dumbfounded gaze, letting out a quiet cough before opening your mouth to continue. Lucifer chuckled internally, letting out a soft smile while he went back to his work. The amount of paperwork Diavolo’s new RAD projects had landed him in were maddening, but your soft voice really set his mind at ease.
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louobeyme · 2 days ago
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REQUESTS CLOSED RIGHT NOW
Message me a number and an Obey Me Character!
pls add if you want male, female or genderneutral y/n! If you have any specific kink you want added lemme know 😋
Will write any character apart from Luke (he looks and acts like a child, ew) and the 3 new additions (i don't know how to write for them yet)
No non consensual, underage etc.
I wanna start writing some little oneshots. I really like these prompts I just found.
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Brothers + Diavolo with a dead MC
Lucifer:
-He pulls himself into his work even more
-Barely leaves his study
-Workaholic 
-He replays your happiest memories together
-Never cries in front of anyone else because of his pride 
-”Why MC? Why did you have to leave me...”
Mammon:
-Absolutely devastated 
-Goes out gambling more and gets punished by Lucifer more often 
-Sometimes sits in your room and spaces off 
-”M-MC... Please come back...”
Leviathan:
-Almost never leaves his room 
-The only time he does leave is when Lucifer drags him out 
-Repeatedly watches your favorite anime/TV show
-Only talks to Henry 2.0 
-”This was MC’s favorite anime/TV show...”
Satan:
-He was angry 
-He was at angry at his brothers 
-He was angry at you 
-Mostly he was angry at himself 
-Gets mad over the most tiniest things but remembers that your wouldn’t want that for him
-He spends his time in his room and rereads your favorite book 
-The one person he truly loved was gone... 
-Just like that 
-”No no... MC wouldn’t want me to do that...”
Asmodeus:
-Asmo... 
-He’s a tricky one 
-Went out partying more 
-He never slept with anyone again 
-Stopped caring about his looks
-He sometimes forgot you were even dead 
-Acts as if you were there
-Then remembers what happened
-”Good morning MC!-... Oh...”
Beelzebub:
-No no no... This couldn’t happened...
-First his sister and now you... 
-He started to eat less, which shocked his brothers
-He remembers all your happy memories together
-Cries a lot 
-He would often cook your favorite food and keep it at the foot of your grave
-”Here MC, I made your favorite”
Belphegor: 
-Sleeps a lot more 
-he blames himself 
-You brought his family together 
-you made his brothers happy 
-you made him happy 
-it was like living in a dream 
-that turned into a nightmare 
-dreams about you, Beel, and him living together forever
-atleast there he could get the happy ending hes always wanted...
-”It was supposed to be you, me and Beel MC...”
Diavolo:
-He was never the same again
-He was never the cheerful prince 
-He went from very chatty and excited to quiet and reserved
-He had a royal painter paint your portrait from a picture on his D.D.D
-Dia often talked to your portrait 
-He truly loved you 
-But you left him with his heart in tiny pieces
-”MC I was planning on adding more students to the exchange program, what do you think?”
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softxsuki · a month ago
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How about a Lucifer obey me request, then? Maybe for first kiss or first make out?
First Kiss/Make out Session with Obey Me’s! Lucifer
Pairing: Lucifier x Gn!Reader (MC)
Warnings: Kissing (ofc), slightly suggestive ending lol
Genre: Romance (i never know what to put here .-.)
Post-Type: Headcanon
Word Count: 470
Summary: In which you have your first kiss and make out session with your boyfriend, Lucifer. 
[A/N: Hello anon <3 thank you for being my first Obey Me! request :D I can’t wait to write more for these precious brothers. I hope you enjoy!]
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Lucifer is the type to be pretty aggressive about his feelings for you
He’s the avatar of pride after all so he’s prideful about his feelings for you
He’s also extremely possessive, but I think we all know that already
Your first kiss with Lucifer happens in his office as he’s going through piles and piles of paperwork for Diavalo
“Luci, you busy?” you ask while quietly poking your head into his office
“Very, but I always have time for you. What is it MC?”
You had both been in a relationship already for a while, but you had been too scared to really have your first kiss with him; maybe it was his intimidating aura, but you never felt ready...until now
“I’ve just been thinking,” you start as you make your way to the front of his desk, mindlessly looking down at your hands that couldn’t stay still in front of you, “I think I’m ready”
“Ready for…?” he questions with a suggestive smirk on his face
“Stop with the dirty thoughts, you know what I mean,” you huff
And yes, of course he knew what you meant, this man knew exactly what you wanted even before you had reached his office door, but he wanted you to say it; why, you ask? Because it boosts his ego through the roof
“Tell me,” he orders boi if you don’t sit down…
Your utter discomfort and squirming at the thought of saying that you wanted to finally kiss him after being together for a while, brought the most attractive grin onto his face--he was enjoying this way too much
“I want to kiss you,” you whisper, trying your best not to look the intimidating man in the eyes
But he heard you loud and clear
He was out of his seat and right in front of you in a heartbeat, one hand on your waist while the other caressed your cheek
“You don’t have to tell me twice MC”
And in seconds, his hungry lips are on yours, something he had been craving to do since he first laid his eyes on you
It was quick and sweet, though heavy ofc bc he has no chill and just has to prove that he’s an amazing kisser *rolls eyes* jk, love you luci
Your first make out session on the other hand is initiated by Lucifer himself
He had come to YOU in your room that night and just immediately hovered over you
“Luci, wha-” you start but, you’re quickly cut off by his desperate lips sloppily devouring your own
You’re completely lost at first, but eventually you catch on to his pace and join in quite eagerly
AND because this is Lucifer we’re talking about, it doesn’t just end with a heated make out session...buuuuuut I’ll let your mind get creative with what happens next ;) BACK 🤺BACK I SAY 🤺 GET BACK🤺
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D
Posted: 10/24/2021
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waylonwrites · 3 days ago
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Demon Purrs: Beel
Time for an other installment of demon purrs! I’ll eventually get these all together on my page
Beel x gn! Mc reader!
All fluff all day bitches!
Beelzebub didn’t hide his purrs. You heard it for the first time when he held you in bed. It had taken days to convince him to hold you while you both slept, for he was terrified of accidentally crushing you. He’s a big boy and he’s anxious about hurting you by accident, he knows he’s strong and it doesn’t take much force to hurt a human. But you convinced him. 
You were both settling in to sleep, you were on your side with your head on his chest and he was on his back, one arm securely settled around you. He was comfortable and at peace. It felt nice to be holding you and he was even getting less tense by the second. You could tell he’d be drifting off to sleep soon because his muscles were relaxing.
That was when you heard it.
It was a deep rumbling sound, not unlike the hum of a car engine. It was steady and soothing. It wasn’t an annoying sound. The constant rumble wasn’t annoying by any means. You really liked it. It reminded you to the rumbling some dogs would make when they were content. You didn’t eve have to wonder where the sound was coming from. It was hard not to hear and feel it in the chest on which your head was laying. 
Beel opened one eye at the sound of you giggling. “What’s funny?”
You peeked up at him with a grin. “That sound. It’s kinda like a car engine mixed with a cat’s purr.”
Beel flushed from his cheeks to his ears, but the rumbling did not cease. In fact, at your glee, it seemed to increase. 
“It’s so cute! I didn’t know demons could purr!”
“It’s kinda like that, I suppose. Purrs are those happy noises cats make, right?”
“Right. They purr when they’re happy or content or when you give them affection.”
“Then it’s like that. It’s just a sound you’re not likely to hear unless a demon is super comfortable with you. Like me when I’m with you.”
Now it was your turn to feel your cheeks heat up. You two were pretty open about your relationship, though it was still pretty new. You spent so much time together but this solidified it. Beel was yours and you were his. You adored this little fact about demons, about your demon, and you wanted to learn more and more through him. 
You guys didn’t end up sleeping a lot, you wanted to learn so much, and he happily indulged you. There were plenty of snack runs to be had that night. But his purr didn’t stop for even a second while you were together. It finally stopped the next morning when the two of you woke up for breakfast. Belphie had slipped into the room sometime after you two finally fell asleep, you had wondered where he had been hiding. You looked forward to getting to hear that purr more and more.
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yukihaie · 3 months ago
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Congrats on the 500 followers! You more than deserve it! 💕
I'd like to ask for 34 with Mammon 👉🏻👈🏻
Thank you! You are one of the few who followed me way back then and I can't thank you enough for the support you've given me 〒▽〒
Enjoy this one-shot!
Fluff No. 34: “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”
Prompt list
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By the time Mammon finished his work, it was already late.
The lack of light from the night sky followed Mammon everywhere he go—although it's not really a surprise since Devildom is always dark no matter what time it is.
But the streets were never void of occupants. Be it the spirits of the night lurking in the background and waiting for victims to scare; or the lower level demons causing trouble again in the dark alleyway; or the middle class demons who were out partying like they didn't have any care in the world.
Mammon dragged his feet and made his way back home. Times like these only made him weary.
Is it because of burnout? Not really.
Mammon loves modelling. It comes naturally in him. He got the chance to make huge sum of money from the royalty income. Mammon could literally drowned in Grimms everytime the magazine companies booked him to be in their front cover.
And he also got the looks and style so why not showcased them to others?
So, is he tired then? Could be.
But the right answer had something to do with you.
When he's stuck at work till late night like this, he couldn't spend time with you like he used to. He couldn't cling to you everywhere you go and he certainly couldn't protect you should anything happened while he's still working.
Mammon also had to miss whatever fun you got up to with his brothers.
The overwhelming greed of his never wanted your smile to be seen by anyone else. He wanted you to look at him and only him.
But of course, he can't do that if he's stuck at work now, does he?
So Mammon fastened his pace and made up his mind.
The first thing he wanted to do when he got home was to see you.
And sure enough, there you were, waiting for him to come home just like you used to. You were playing with your D.D.D while laying on one of the couch in the common room.
When you heard the click of the front door, you immediately sat up and flashed him a wide grin, "Mammon! Welcome home!"
Mammon, being himself, tried to hide his blush and replied, "Why are ya still not sleepin', Human? It's late."
"I want to wait for you. Everything okay at work?"
"Yeah, nothin' to worry. What have you been up to when I'm gone?"
Mammon locked the front door, knowing full well nobody else was outside during that time. Not even Asmo, because Lucifer grounded him for coming home late yesterday.
"I just watched some movies with Levi and Satan." He heard you sighed behind him.
There it is.
That heat in his body upon hearing your words.
That bitter jealousy.
That huge greed of him intensifying because someone else got to spend time with you but not him.
He wants your attention.
He wants you.
"...Ya have fun?" His voice was low.
"So so. It was an okay movie but Satan couldn't shut up throughout the entire scenes with the detective, so Levi kicked us out and we can't finish watching it." You giggled, completely oblivious with the sudden change of emotion in Mammon.
Mammon turned around to face you with a frown on his face. But that was when he realised something about you.
Something that made his heart swelled with love and passion.
"Why are ya wearing my sweater?"
"Because it smells like you," you said, bringing the long sleeves of the sweater to your nose and inhaled deeply.
Your action made Mammon startled as blood gushed through his face, "W-well... ya can always... use my perfume... or somethin'... if ya want..."
"No, wearing your sweater is easier," you smiled, "Besides, it makes me feel like you're close to me."
Mammon couldn't hide himself from blushing profusely. He then went over to you and pulled you into a warm hug; to which you reciprocated the action and kissed his cheek lightly.
Feeling your arms around him after a tiring day at work was pure bliss. And having seen you in his clothes only made him fell more deeply in love with you.
At least his brothers know who you belong to when you wear his sweater, right?
Funny how he never thought the human he's tasked to take care of was capable of making him feel this way.
And the greed in him only burned brighter than never before.
He wants your love.
And he knows damn well you want his too.
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coffeerecords · a month ago
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FAVOUR (I) | lucifer.
➾ in which you find yourself missing him
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wordcount: 5.2k | genre: fluff, slight angst, eventual smut, established relationship au | pairing: lucifer x fem!reader ft. other brothers (platonic) | rating: 18+ | tw: drinking, insecurities, suggestive remarks, swear words | others: domestic moments with satan and belphie, the anti-lucifer league strikes, satan and belphie insists mc can do better so they suggest [redacted], brief mention of devildom politics
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The sudden ring of your D.D.D rouses you awake from your dreamless sleep. Groaning, you reach out blindly to find the chirping device. Looking at the screen, you squint at the brightness and press the green button.
“What?”
“Hello to you too,” Satan’s voice greets you, amusement lacing his tone. “You’re still asleep?”
“No shit, Sherlock,” you grumble. “It’s freakin’ seven in the morning—”
“It’s ten,” Satan cuts you off.
Your eyes snap open, sleep gone instantly as you check the time. “Shit!”
“Yeah,” the blond demon laughs. “See you in thirty.”
More curses spill from your lips while you throw your covers and rush out of bed to shower. Twenty minutes later, you barely can catch your breath as you reach the living room where Satan told you he’d be. However, the blond demon is nowhere to be found. Instead, you find Belphegor sleeping on the couch.
Taking another five minutes to regain your breathing, you approach Belphie, nudging his shoulder until he peers his eyes open. “Hmm?”
“Where’s Satan?”
The indigo-haired demon merely yawns, throwing his hands overhead to stretch before sitting up. “He should be in the kitchen.”
“What? What for?”
“He said something about—”
Satan bursts into the room with a bag in hand, smiling ear-to-ear. “Good. You’re both here. Now, let’s get going!”
Almost an hour later, you arrive in a newly-opened café, following Satan through a sliding glass door alongside Belphie. Satan lets out an excited gasp at the sight of cats—running, playing, sleeping—all over the place. It’s basically cat heaven which also aligns with what Satan calls ‘paradise’.
“How the hell did they keep this place intact?” Belphie mutters, glancing around the place with curiosity. “I don’t think I can take a nap here.”
You chuckle, pointing at a sleeping cat on the sofa. “You can take a nap with that one.”
“And risk letting them sit on my face? No thanks,” Belphie sighs, recalling the past cat videos Satan has shown him.
“Oh, you won’t be troubled with that,” Satan interrupts you both. “Cats would only do so if they trust the person and you, Belphegor, still have a long way to go.”
Belphie sighs. “Then why did you invite me in the first place?”
“The café allows one person an hour to play with the cats. But, with us three, they let us play for three hours. And I’d rather be around those I know than strangers. You and ____ are the least troublesome among the others.”
“Care to explain?”
“Mammon would definitely attempt to steal one of the cats and sell them, Levi would refuse to leave his mancave, Asmo would hog the cats’ attention, and Beel….” Satan sighs heavily before zips open his bag, taking out some containers. “Do I really have to explain?
“Nope,” you and Belphie mutter in unison. Beel would definitely ditch the café to find food or, in a worst-case scenario, an attempt to eat the cat.
“Or, he will try to eat these nutritious meals I’ve prepared for the cats,” Satan adds, handing the both of you a container. “...Just like that one time—”
“Then why don’t you wait for Luci to come back?” You question him.
“I can barely stand spending an hour with him. What makes you think I’d go for three?”
“He’s got a good point,” Belphie muses, turning to you. “But I have to admit Lucifer has been a bit more tolerable when you’re around.”
You blink a few times. “He—Really? He doesn’t seem to act differently.”
Satan shakes his head. “____, we’ve lived together for centuries and never once have I seen Lucifer willingly take the day off just to nurse someone back to health.”
“I wasn’t exactly sick...” Your cheeks grow hot at the memory. “It’s just my period, and I didn’t know it’d be that painful!”
“Well, now Lucifer has scheduled a monthly outing—”
“...More like kicking us out if you ask me….” Belphie comments.
“—for the six of us to spend in Purgatory Hall whenever you’re on your—”
“Okay, okay!” You shoot a playful glare at the blond demon, preventing him from continuing. “I get it! Now, can we please go feed the cats? Wait, are we even allowed to feed them?” You eye the food inside the container Satan handed you.
“Right,” Satan nods excitedly, turning to the awaiting caretakers. “And yes, we’re allowed. I’ve done a lot of research and talked with the manager and the caretaker.”
Afterwards, Satan approaches a group of cats in the middle of the room, crouching down slowly to place the container. Meanwhile, Belphie then asks beside you, “You know, speaking of Lucifer, when is he coming back?”
The question causes you to falter slightly because the only answer you can give him is— “I don’t know, Belphie….”
Belphie tilts his head slightly. “You don’t know?
You sigh, debating internally on whether you should let the youngest demon know what’s been bothering you the past few days. “Look, I don’t exactly know what’s happening, but he hasn’t replied to any of my texts...”
Belphie’s brows furrowing in confusion. “Didn’t he mention he’d keep in touch with you before he went to the human world?”
You nod slowly.
That was two weeks ago, the beginning of your one-month break. You had looked forward to spending time with your boyfriend, but alas, duty calls. He said it was about maintaining the alliance with the witches for the sake of Diavolo’s future plans.
Taking out your D.D.D., you check if there’s any message from him. But you find none. The last message you sent last night is still unread… and the other two are from the previous days and a week ago. He must have been so busy. You know that you had accepted the fact that his work will always come first ever since the both of you had become a couple.
“What a prick,” Belphie scoffs, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You know what, you should forget about him in the meantime. Don’t let his ignorance get to you, ____. You deserve a good time with these cats. Look—!” He crouches down, luring a passing cat with the food. The cat comes closer to where both of you are standing.
You smile at Belphie’s attempt to cheer you up and follow suit, crouching down and placing the opened container beside his. More cats come near the both of you, eyeing the meal in the container cautiously before giving a taste. And soon, those cats surround the two of you, chomping down on the food until their stomachs are filled.
The cats then lay on your and Belphie’s lap, napping quietly. One has also settled on Belphie’s head, causing him to sigh in annoyance but with a smile on his face. Then your D.D.D. vibrates in your pocket, snapping you out of the quiet moment. You fish out your phone to see an unknown number pop up on your screen. Furrowing your brows, you press answer. “Hello...?”
“Sweetheart—”
“Luci?” You didn’t expect your boyfriend’s voice to greet you with an unknown number.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“What... Wait, what’s going on? Who’s phone are you using?”
The other end of the line grows silent for a moment. “... It’s a long story.”
“Where are you? Are you still in the human world?”
“I am. I should be back within this week.” Lucifer sighs, voice clearly distressed. “Things have gotten complicated here.”
“What’s wrong? Are you alright? Can I do anything to help?”
He chuckles at the franticness in your voice. “No, no. Everything’s fine, my love. But I need you and my brothers to head to the palace right now.”
“Ah...” You can’t help but feel a tad disappointed that he’d find the effort to call you when it involves Diavolo. But, nonetheless, you still agreed. “Okay, I’ll tell them.”
“Thank you.” He lets out a relieved sigh. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
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The silence is deadly as the three of you arrive at the palace’s door. Satan’s current demeanour is like a ticking bomb while you and Belphie tread carefully around him to not trigger his wrath.
“It’s a bad idea to cut the playtime short, you know,” Belphie whispers in your ear.
“I know,” you sigh, recalling to wait another hour before telling Satan that playing with the cats must be cut short. “I really didn’t want to. But I had no choice.”
“What’s so urgent for Lucifer to call you to go to Diavolo’s place?”
“We’re about to find out,” you respond, glancing back and forth between Satan and the heavy doors. However, before you can knock, the door bursts open as a chicken flies out and lands on Satan’s face, causing the blond demon to fall on his butt at the impact.
Shit—
“Don’t let the chicken escape!” A familiar shout follows behind. Mammon runs to the three of you, aggravated. “Yo! Thanks, man!” He plucks the chicken out of Satan’s arms. “What took ya guys so long? Barbatos is on the brink of having a fit and—”
“Umm, Mammon?”
“What’s up, ____?”
“You might want to apologise to—”
“Mammon...” Satan seethes. “You’re gonna pay for this.”
“Eh?! Wait, what—” Mammon shrieks, barely dodging Satan’s incoming punch. “Hold on a sec— What did I do?! Hey!”
You and Belphie stand still, utterly speechless, as Mammon rushes back into the palace lobby with Satan hot on his trail. Leviathan appears out from the kitchen, exhaustion weighing on his expression. “You guys... What took you so long?! You called Beel to round us all up here like an hour ago!”
“S-Sorry, Levi...” You scratch the back of your head, heading inside towards the kitchen. “We were in a cat café, and Satan was having so much fun there. I felt bad cutting his hours short...”
Levi sighs heavily. “You should have seen how terrifying Barbatos was...”
“Why? What happened?”
“A group of witches is coming tonight from the human world. It’s about some alliance of some sorts with Diavolo. So, we’re ordered to make them feel welcome at tonight’s party.”
“That sounds like a lot of work,” Belphie sighs.
“No wonder Luci sounds so stressed,” you add, earning a confused look from the two brothers.
“Lucifer is stressed?” Levi questions, eyes widening. “He’s usually the one doing the stressing.”
Belphie chuckles at his brother’s comment. “So, Mr Loyal-and-Obedient does have his limits as well. But not surprised that he’d do anything for Diavolo.”
Hearing those words causes your eye to twitch. As if it hits a bullseye in your growing insecurity. After all, he hasn’t messaged you back since last week and only called you earlier per Diavolo’s request.
Your steps falter momentarily as a thought occurs in your mind. What does this mean... But that’s not fair! Of course, you can never compare to the future king of Devildom! Who in their right mind would choose a measly human over a powerful demon?!
However, your wretched mind continues to hound you as it starts recalling how much effort Lucifer puts into his companionship with Diavolo. And... How long will it take before Lucifer breaks up with you? The day he arrives? A week after? A month—
“Uh, ____?” Belphie calls you from the kitchen’s doorway. “Why are you standing there in the corner?”
You blink, realising what you should be doing. Letting out a heavy sigh, you rush towards the kitchen. “Right, sorry!”
“What’s wrong?” Belphie hands you an apron once you stand beside him.
“Nothing... Just have a lot in my mind.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
You shake your head. “It’s fine. I’m just overthinking things.”
“Why do I get the feeling that it’s about Lucifer?”
“Well... You’re not wrong.”
“I knew it,” Belphie sighs, putting on plastic gloves before handing in another pair to you. You take it and help prepare the vegetables on the counter. “But, you know, it’s never too late to ditch him and go for someone else.”
The onion you’re peeling slips from your hold, rolling on the surface towards the edge of the counter. Belphie catches it with ease, handing it back to you.
“What do you mean—”
“I agree with Belphie.”
You jolt and turn towards the figure. Satan stands on your other side—seemingly regained his composure from earlier—and you shoot him a slight glare. “Were you eavesdropping?!”
“Well, I can’t help it when it involves the possibility of Lucifer fucking up. But judging from your tone, I’m almost hundred per cent sure he did. Which sounds like a valid reason for you to ditch his ass and find another,” Satan muses, not bothering to hide the satisfied smile on his face.
“Hell no!” You cross your arms across your chest. “Everyone makes mistakes, and I don’t plan on leaving Lucifer—”
“I knew it. Lucifer did fucked up,” Belphie exhales. “But what if there’s someone else better than Lucifer? Someone like… Diavolo?”
Satan lets out a hum of approval with a scheming expression. “Oh, just imagine Lucifer’s face when Diavolo sweeps you off your feet.”
“Hold on,” You stop them from speaking. “I don’t see Diavolo that way, and you both don’t even like Diavolo.”
“Well…” Belphie trails.
“He’s definitely the better choice than my disappointment of a brother,” Satan remarks. “I mean Diavolo is the future king of Devildom, no?”
“But, I lo—”
“Good afternoon, everyone!” Diavolo greets the entire room with a smile. “I apologise for the sudden request of your presence to help out with tonight’s party preparation.”
Speaking of the Devil…
“My Lord,” Barbatos greets him with a bow. “The preparation is almost complete. Tonight’s party is going to be a success.”
“That’s wonderful news!” Diavolo claps his hands in excitement. “Now, is ____ here?”
Wait, what—
“She’s there.” Barbatos points to the back row of the kitchen. The young Lord’s eyes brighten as it lands on you.
“This is your chance, ____!” Belphie nudges you. “Go seduce him—”
“I am not doing that!” You hiss in annoyance.
“I think he likes you, ____,” Satan comments in amusement as Diavolo walks over to where you’re standing. “Good luck!”
“You two—” You watch Satan and Belphie move to another station in the kitchen with teasing smirks on their faces.
“____,” Diavolo greets you. “Care to join me?”
You blink, registering his words. “Uh, I’m not finished with these—” You point at the half-cut vegetables. “—and I’m supposed to help—”
“Barbatos mentioned he’s almost done with the preparation,” the prince assures you. “Now, come with me.”
And he whisks you away out of the kitchen. Within minutes, you find yourself in a dressing room.
“I don’t understand,” you blurt out, breaking the awkward silence.
The prince merely laughs as he hands you a few documents. “I’d like you to help the dressmakers pick dresses for these witches.”
You skim through it, reading the profile of the witches before looking back at him. “Isn’t Asmo more capable of helping you with this?”
Diavolo sighs, shaking his head. “If I were to pick him, we would not get anywhere. He’d pick outfits for himself instead. Also, I know you have quite the eye in fashion.”
“I see…” you mumble. “Alright then.”
“Excellent!” Diavolo exclaims, clapping his hands as the dressmakers begin to scurry here and there. “I trust you can handle this, ____. Lucifer said you’re very responsible, and he’d trust you with his life, even.”
The mention of your boyfriend from Diavolo’s lips grabs your attention. Slowly, you ask, “He did?”
“Yes, he did. He seems very fond of you, but not as much as I am.” He shoots you a million-dollar smile and wink.
“Oh…” You mutter, unsure of what to say. “Well, I’ll go and help the dressmakers and pick the gifts for the witches. You can count on me.”
“I certainly can. You look beautiful, by the way.” With that, Diavolo leaves you to your own devices, leaving you in a state of confusion and slight, no, full panic. You did not expect Diavolo to compliment you so casually. Is he perhaps flirting with you?
Diavolo does not know that you had made it official with Lucifer. And Lucifer would have told his own best friend unless there is something that... Satan’s previous words ring in your mind, ‘I think he likes you, ____.’
Shaking your head, you stop your trail of thoughts and pick up a paper from the stack. You bring it to the head dressmaker to discuss which dress is most suitable. By the time you’ve managed to pick dresses for all thirty witches, it was six in the evening. You are helping one of the dressmakers arrange the last of the dresses on the mannequin when Diavolo returns.
He lets out a hum of approval at the prepared gifts before he beams at you. “You truly exceeded my expectations, ____!”
Your cheeks grow gradually hot at the attention as you nod.
“Well, I think it’s time for you to return home to get changed,” he continues. “I owe you a favour.”
Shaking your head, you chuckle nervously. “It’s an honour, Your Highness.”
“I insist, ____,” Diavolo takes your hand in his, placing a kiss on your knuckle. “Until we meet again tonight.”
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“So, anything happened between you and Diavolo?” Belphie asks as you head back to House of Lamentation with the brothers.
“____ and Diavolo?” Asmodeus questions, overhearing the conversation. “What is this? Are you having an affair with the future king of Devildom?”
“No!” You exclaim. “He just wanted me to help the dressmakers pick something for the invited witches.”
Asmo gasps, “Why wasn’t I invited?”
“You’d hog all the dresses for yourself, Asmo,” Belphie states bluntly.
“That is nonsense!” The Avatar of Lust denies dramatically. “But let’s go back to the more interesting topic. Is Diavolo hitting on you, ____? What would our dear brother think of it?”
“It’s not like that,” you sigh exasperatedly. “He just needs some help to prepare some gifts for the witches who are attending the party tonight.”
“Hm, is that all?” Belphie does not bother hiding his disappointment. “I thought there was some spark between the both of you.”
“No—”
Satan barges into the conversation suddenly. “Even when Diavolo compliments you and kisses your knuckle like a gentleman. Are you sure there’s no spark?”
“Where the hell did you even get that information?” You stare at him in bewilderment as Belphie and Asmo’s faces light up in delight.
“A little bird told me,” Satan muses, all smug. “I have to say, Diavolo knows what he’s doing.”
“If you’re not careful, you might get snatched up by the prince without knowing,” Asmo giggles.
Your eye twitches in annoyance. “You guys better stop this Diavolo nonsense. I have no interest in the prince at all.”
Asmo wraps his arm around your shoulder, shaking his head. “And that is what makes you simply more desirable, ____.”
The event starts at midnight, leaving you enough time to freshen up. Asmo insists on helping you to pick an outfit. The party won’t be like the usual fancy ball. Instead, Diavolo planned on a nightclub-themed party. Excited about the change of theme, Asmo had made sure you are ‘dressed-to-kill and maybe lure in some other potential suitors to keep your mind away from the thoughts of your boyfriend.
“If you’re sad, I’m sad too, ____,” Asmo clutches your shoulders. “So, let’s enjoy tonight to the fullest. Forget about my brother just this one night. He won’t attend the party, am I right?”
You shake your head. “He’ll be back in a few days.”
“That’s good news!” Asmo clasps your hands in his. “I’m planning to go all out tonight and maybe have an orgy if I’m lucky. Would you like to join—”
“That is an absolute no.”
“Is Lucifer enough to keep you satisfied?”
“Asmo… You know I don’t kiss and tell,” you answer with a smirk curling up on the corner of your lips.
“You’re no fun, ____….” The Avatar of Lust pouts playfully before he exits your bedroom to get changed himself.
You are in the middle of finishing your makeup when there’s a set of knocks on your door. “Come in,” you call out. The door swings open with Satan and Belphie standing there.
“Wow, aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes?” You comment at the rare sight of the two brothers all dressed up.
“Speak for yourself, ____,” Belphie chuckles.
“I’m nothing compared to the two of you,” you shrug. “Those witches will literally be vying for your attention!”
“Please, don’t.” Satan shudders noticeably. “Reminds me of a bad experience.”
Right. You stifle your laughter.
Two witches had fought over him once, and it did not end well for the rest of the party. Or so, they said. It happened during a festival held by Diavolo to maintain the peace between Devildom and the human realm. Asmo—as always—had taken the role to be in charge of the brothers’ outfit, including yours.
Let’s just say his suggestion did not disappoint. You can still remember how handsome the eldest brother looked and how he couldn’t keep his eyes (and hands) off you throughout the whole night. You both had sneaked out in the middle of the party to indulge in each others’ presence privately. Hence, you did not stay long enough to see how chaotic the party became when the witches fought over Satan, casting spells and curses here and there.
“Anyways,” Satan clears his throat. “We should come up with a prank on Lucifer.”
...Ah, of course. It’s not Satan if he does not hold a grudge after getting his bonding-with-cats time is cut short.
“I’m sitting this one out,” You reply while checking your appearance before spraying your face with a setting spray.
“____, we talked about this,” Belphie sighs dramatically. “He did something that upsets you. This can help release your pent-up disappointment.” Before you can say anything else, he turns to Satan. “What do you have in mind?”
Satan crosses his arms in deep thought. “As much as it pains me to say it, we did fail the last time we tried to spike his Demonus. So, that’s out of the question. Not to mention we still don’t know the phrase for his secret door. So…” There’s a delighted glint in his gaze as you catch his eye. “...Why don’t we continue Operation Flirt with Diavolo in the party?”
Belphie agrees almost immediately.
“Good luck flirting with Diavolo yourselves,” you hum, closing your makeup kit.
“Who says we’ll be the ones flirting?”
“Again, I won’t partake in this—”
“Oh, you won’t have to do a single thing, ____,” Satan grins. “Nothing at all.”
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Demons and witches dance across the scarlet floor in the dim-lighted room while some sit and chat amongst themselves in the booths by the time you arrive at The Fall. You squint at the colourful lights that hit your face while you make your way through with the brothers. Asmo and Mammon had found themselves joining the crowd, thriving on this kind of atmosphere. Reaching one of the empty booths, you plop down on the cushioned seat with Belphie and Beel—
Nevermind. Beel has also gone missing. Probably in search of the delicacies Barbatos prepared earlier on the grazing table. Satan and Levi sit across from you and Belphie. Not a moment later, Satan clears his throat. “So, we’re still on with the plan.”
You sigh defeatedly, hoping that he’d forgotten or something. Honestly, there’s no stopping the blond demon once he puts his mind on pranking Lucifer. Whatever this prank entails must have been foolproof, considering the devious grin growing on his face.
“Plan? What plan?” Levi tilts his head questioningly.
“We’re pranking Lucifer,” Belphie answers. “Do you want to join?”
“Why am I not surprised?” The otaku sighs, shaking his head. “But count me in. It’s not like I have anything better to do in this crowd.”
Satan nods, pleased with his older brother’s answer. “We’re going to sit in a different booth from ____.”
Your eyes widen. “What?”
“You want to leave the normie—alone—when this place is packed with demons and witches?” Levi gapes at his brother, who’s nodding at every word.
“Don’t worry, we’ll still keep an eye on her in case things go south. But I can assure you that she will be safe. In fact, no one would dare to approach her.” Satan casts a glance around the room before he looks you in the eye. “So, ____, just stay here.”
“I swear if anything happens to me—”
“Nothing bad will happen,” Satan assures you. “In fact, you might enjoy a pleasant company. So, let loose for a while.”
You want to laugh and throw your drink on Satan’s face when your ‘pleasant company’ arrives. The brothers have left you alone, and they are two booths away from where you’re currently sitting.
“____,” Diavolo greets you with his handsome smile, sitting beside you. “Glad you can make it. Why are you sitting alone? Where are the brothers?”
“Your Highness,” you greet him back. “Yeah, I wonder where they are...”
“Have you danced yet? The witches seem to enjoy this kind of atmosphere.”
You shake your head. “It’s not really my thing. The music can get too loud, and it’s hard to have a proper conversation in the middle of the dancefloor.”
Diavolo nods in understanding. “I see... But I do hope this would strengthen the alliance with the witches. I plan to open more opportunities for exchange students from the human realm.”
“It’s a good start,” you respond, taking a sip of your drink. “But I think it would take more convincing for the witches to truly be open to the idea of an alliance.”
The prince stares at you with a widened gaze momentarily. “Will you elaborate more on that?”
“You’ve given them gifts and welcomed them with an amazing party. However, I personally think there should be a guarantee that shows the witches what they can gain from this alliance besides the education in RAD.”
Diavolo stays silent, urging you to continue.
“I don’t doubt your capabilities as a leader, Your Highness. But you’ve tasted what the human realm has to offer. It’s also one of the reasons why you wanted this alliance, right? What about giving the witches a chance as well? A chance to taste what Devildom has to offer by granting a longer time for them to stay and security? You’d win their hearts in no time.”
By the time you finish your statement, Diavolo stares at you in awe. “You’d make a good queen yourself, ____.”
You freeze at his words, blinking a few times as his words sink into your mind. “Um, thank you? But I’d rather not involve myself in political stuff. I saw how much paperwork Lucifer has to deal with daily.”
Diavolo chuckles. “I guess you have a point. He’s still dealing with things in the human realm.”
You sigh at that. “Indeed. Maybe you need to give him a break once he returns. His brothers are already a handful. He could be turning into a walking corpse without even knowing, considering how stubborn he is in not prioritising his own wellbeing—” You blink, realising how casually you just talk to the future king of Devildom. “I-I mean, Your Highness—”
A hearty laugh escapes his lips as he clutches his stomach. “He is stubborn, even I have to agree with that. No one dared to mention this to me, let alone telling me to give Lucifer a break. Look, I assure you, I didn’t mean for him to finish those paperwork so quickly. He had always submitted those papers weeks before the deadlines.”
“Right... He likes to keep himself busy.”
“Absolutely!” Diavolo claps his hands. “For centuries, I’ve tried to get him to relax! I had to drag him once from his office to go to the beach!”
“You dragged Lucifer out of his office?”
Diavolo nods repeatedly. “With the help of Barbatos, of course. Lucifer has a will of steel when it comes to his work.” And he continues to tell you stories of him having a hard time convincing his best friend to take days off.
“You are really fond of Lucifer, aren’t you?” Diavolo questions with a gentle smile when he finishes his story. The involuntary smile on your face disappears as you look away for the prince, flustered.
Diavolo laughs at your reaction. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s not every day that someone would bluntly point out his not-so-strong qualities.”
“Well, you’re not wrong…” you mumble, tucking your hair to the back of your ear. A strand of hair still falls on your face as Diavolo instinctively lifts his hand and tuck it behind your ear. For a moment, his hand lingers on your face, and you stiffen at the action.
“____, I’ve been wanting to tell you—“However, the sudden loud cough interrupts you both.
“What did we miss?” Satan asks casually, plopping beside Diavolo—who had already pulled his hand away from you—while Belphie takes the other side of the booth along with Levi and Beel.
“Nothing.” You don’t know whether to feel relieved or angry at the brothers. So, you merely shoot the blond demon a warning glare when he purposefully cramps the space to have Diavolo sit closer to you.
“Took you long enough,” Diavolo muses, unaware of the devious plans the brothers (except for innocent Beel, of course) had cooked up.
“Did you manage to bore ____ to death with your stories, Diavolo?” Belphie asks in a teasing manner.
“Nonsense! We’re both connected,” Diavolo replies happily.
You can sense the surprised and teasing glances the brothers are giving you. Delighted at Diavolo’s accidental confession about enjoying your time together. Sighing, you stand up. “I’m going to get a drink in the bar… Alone.”
Before any brothers can argue, you head to the bar, taking an empty seat before ordering a drink. You let out another deep sigh.
The long chat with Diavolo has made you do nothing but miss your boyfriend more. Sure, you love the stories Diavolo told you, but you wanted the said person here with you. But unfortunately, you can’t always get what you want. Your boyfriend is somewhere dealing with whatever needs to be done in the human world, leaving you back here in Devildom. Now, his brothers are trying to set you up with his best friend.
Speaking of which, you need to have a friendly long chat with Belphie and Satan. At first, you merely play along with their usual antics. But as it progresses, you realise how this could end badly with misunderstandings if Lucifer is here, judging from the way the prince openly flirts with you earlier and risking Diavolo getting the wrong idea.
You let out a dry chuckle to yourself, shaking your head before sipping on your drink when someone sits on the empty stool on your side. You weren’t in the mood for social interaction or the possibility of it. That’s why you chose the deserted area. Can’t this guy take a hint? There are other empty seats—
“May I buy a beautiful lady another drink?”
That voice. Your head snaps towards the deep voice, eyes meeting his bright ruby ones.
“Hello, my love.”
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PART TWO
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obeythebutler · 7 months ago
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i need some heavy lucifer angst. preferably if the MC has died. make it as painful as possible. thank u
Lucifer doesn't tell anyone that he wishes to die.
He considered himself dead after falling from grace, the Shining Morningstar having turned a demon.
He persevered, pulled through the pain of torn wings, of having his own spawn hate him, of having his brothers consider him a monster, something that he won't deny he was. No matter how much grim or difficult the circumstances, he pushed through them and emerged victorious, even if he was covered in scars.
But Lucifer isn't sure if he can bear any more.
The painting on the wall keeps taunting him, with those eyes that look into his very soul, plucking him bare.
It's a portrait of you. Smiling and merry, as he stands alongside with a proud expression.
He remembers with a smile, you were giggling as you chided him to wear the flower crown you painstakingly weaved, and he did so while grumbling, with a fond blush.
But that is a period gone by.
You're not here anymore. You won't ever be.
Lucifer finds it hard to adjust to that fact, but it's a fact engraved in his mind in blood, that you're gone.
And it's his fault.
He should have gone along with you that day, to the Royal Library, and it won't have happened. The spot on his bed won't have been empty anymore.
Some demons came and murdered you.
And even after killing you, even after your cries might have subsided, they took away your soul, feasted on it with devilish grins on their filthy faces. No matter how much he tore at throats, ripped out tongues and damned them to Purgatory, you didn't come back. You won't.
There's nothing left to even bury in your memory.
This wouldn't have happened if he had come with you, even if it meant that the stupid paperwork he was given would be delayed, he should have come.
But he didn't.
Too engrossed in his work, he denied. Thought it was safe for you to go, because Satan was at the Library, and there was no one who would dare even lay an eye upon you. Thought it was okay for you to go alone because he was powerful, and no one would dare harm you.
He was foolish.
And you're gone, dead, by his own doing, his own stupid fucking pride.
Lucifer finds its hard to adjust, finds himself pouring two glasses of beverage instead of one, finds himself instinctively placing extra blankets and pillows on your side of the bed because you got cold quickly, finds himself craving the sensation of your fingers through his hair.
His heart, that was stolen by you is dead inside now, filled with sorrow and guilt. Filled with pain.
He wishes he could die and join you, but he can't do that.
Lucifer doesn't have the mercy or the right to even kill himself.
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star-child-love · 9 days ago
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𝙊𝙗𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙚! 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨
𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧 , 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣 , 𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 , 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣 , 𝘼𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙪𝙨 , 𝘽𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙗 , 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙧
𝙏𝙬: 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨
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𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧:
“𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬...“ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠. “𝟭𝟭:𝟬𝟬 𝙥𝙢“,“𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚?“ “𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙪𝙝...“ 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙔𝙚𝙖 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙮.“𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚... 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮...“ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨.
𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝟭𝟭:𝟯𝟬 𝙥𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧.
“𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚.“
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙠. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡. 𝙃𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚.“𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙞𝙩“ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙤. “𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚...“ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚.“𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚...“ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨. 𝙄𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙮.... 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝.... 𝘼 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨... 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩. “𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚... 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝? 𝙉𝙤. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙝...“ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙.
“𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙔/𝙉 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙮- 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙?!“ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚.“𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣?“ “𝙤𝙞! 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙖?!“ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪?! 𝙃𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙄𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙧. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧.
“𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧.“ “𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙣?“ 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙.“𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩. 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚?!“ “𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤-“ “𝙣𝙤. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙊𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?! 𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧 ?!“ 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪.“ 𝙣𝙤. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙.“ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨... 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙... “ 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥.“ 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙮.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚.... 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩? 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡.
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Mammon X Fem!Reader Oneshot
I’m a huge fan of angst and this was something I thought since I’ve read and seen so much Mammon angst. I love Mammon so much but I love the angst, so I hope you enjoy this oneshot..
Warnings: Language, heavy angst, dark, gore, sexualization, bullying, and family drama
Mammon Finally Breaks..
(Part 1?)
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“Mammon, you are responsible for taking care of the human exchange student”
Mammon didn’t want to hear those words, he never wanted anything to do with a lousy human.
All he wanted to do was not have anything to deal with.. or being a punching bag to his brothers.
He thought of a way out of it, since all his brothers think of him as an irresponsible idiot.. so..
“Ya really think you can trust me on taking care of some god damn human? I might as well just sell it-.”
“That won’t be necessary, and if I find out this human is dead you're going to be thrown into the tomb. I don’t care what Cerberus does, he may do as he pleases”
Mammon just gave his older brother a glare, but on the inside he feels as if all he is a punching bag. Lucifer doesn’t even punish the others as insane as Mammon.
He doesn’t even know why..
“Ya know what! Ur evil, plane EVIL!” He shouted, but of course none of the others cared nor wanted to be involved.
They didn’t even defend him, they just did the opposite by laughing..
“Is it true Mammon has to take care of a human?”
“I would’ve eaten it by now”
“For real!”
All the gossip and murmuring echoed throughout the RAD as the human passed by without making eye contact.
She is super confused and doesn’t know why she was chosen out of all humans for the exchange student program.
Her thoughts were closed by some snickering by some demon students.
‘I’m just a toy am I?’
She sighed thinking about it, and remembering what Lucifer told her earlier..
“You aren’t here to make friends, you're here as an exchange student to work at your best. I just pray that a demon doesn’t try doing anything to you, just focus on surviving this year and stay out of my way.”
She clutched her textbooks to her chest as she sped walked faster, getting even more paranoid by the second.
“Oi Human! slow down will ya!”
She heard a familiar voice behind her as she stopped in place, turning around to find her.. Babysitter?
“Why are ya walking so damn fast, at least show me some respect or else!”
She could sense the irritation in his voice, but did not care at the moment.
She just wanted to get to class and get this day over with, she’s been disrespected and sexualized all day..
There was a pause between the two, as if time stopped.
It didn’t take long until a group of demons came up behind the human, one of them clutching their hand on her neck.
Eyes widening she gasped in fright by the sudden touch and on the verge of tears.
“Mammon, how’s the little pet going for you?” The demon asked with a smirk forming on his features.
“Because if you aren’t going to do anything, I would love to take part..”
The demon got closer to the human, she was trying to squirm free from his grasp but couldn’t.
His friends were chuckling at the situation and decided to record it.
Mammon felt himself suffer from watching that, it reminded him of something so familiar but..-
And then he saw it, he saw himself in those humans' big beautiful eyes in fear,guilt, alone..
Before he had time to think his body moved toward them both, launching the demon into the wall while grasping the human protectively in his arms.
Everyone around them snapped their heads up by the sudden action, and was shocked that Mammon of all people saved a HUMAN AND CARED?!
The demon who was shoved in the wall then got up to punch Mammon for the sudden outburst and for payback.
But Mammon dodged it like it was nothing and grabbed ahold of his arm, slamming him to the floor.
The demon coughed out blood and stilled when Mammon put his foot on the side of his face with a dark glare.
“If I see you land a hand on her again, it won’t be so pretty and I swear it will be more satisfying than grimm.”
The demons and the human’s eyes were widened in shock by what he said, he had never gotten this dark nor protective over anyone before. And nobody ever expected Mammon to do that.. he always had control of himself.. and lost it over a fucking human girl..
“AND THAT GOES FOR ALL OF YOU!” He shouted at all the demons there, as they all gasped and stepped back from his sudden words, even putting their phones away to stop recording.
Mammon put his foot off the demon's face as he scrambled away, a clear wrathful face on his features to what Mammon did to him.
“You-.”
“What is the commotion here..?”
Mammon, the human, and the demon stopped their tracks. They knew that voice.. and they knew they were all screwed and to stay silent.
“Mammon..! What did you do this time?”
The 3 looked to the direction of the familiar voice, the familiar black aura that filled the tension of all of devildom, Lucifer, he looked clearly irritated by his “little” brother's antics.
The human looked over and Mammon’s demon form was nowhere to be seen.
His expression was now guilt, emotionless, holding back- than he was a few moments ago.
His head was held low, didn’t even want to see Lucifer's face, nor let him see his face of shame.
The human seemed to notice this, but didn’t want to intervene in case it would make things worse.
‘Mammon didn’t do anything wrong, he just stood for me that is all.. and now it’s all my fault that he now has to get in trouble just for my foolishness..’
“You there, go to detention” Lucifer pointed at the student who had a big bruise and bloody cheek. He shuffled away in anger and fear, thinking about how he would get his revenge.
“Now.. human, are you wounded?” He stood tall and his gaze was intimidating.
The human felt a bit uncomfortable from the way he stood, but she couldn't just stay silent.
She wanted to lie and say she wasn’t, which she actually wasn’t because she is tough, but you can clearly notice her neck is a little bruised.
“On the neck I guess, but it’s not a huge deal-.”
“Mammon.. don’t you see she could’ve been killed from your stupid weak little mind!” Lucifer interrupted, looking at Mammon in doubt.
The human wanted to say something to stop Lucifer from calling his own little brother these horrible words.
She looked over at Mammon and noticed his fists clenching-
“It’s such an embarrassment to even call you my brother.. why would I even think about trusting you to watch over this human-.”
Bam!
It echoed through the hallway
The human's eyes widened as she saw the scene unfold. Her mouth agape in shock, hands not moving, still as a statue, but the little bits of a shiver you could see in her features.
Mammon had just punched Lucifer square in the face. He had finally gotten to his limit.. and couldn’t hold back from all the insults and shame anymore..
Lucifer actually lost his balance and stumbled back, putting his gloved hand onto his face in confusion, anger, shock.
His eyes were widened by what Mammon of all people just did, nobody has ever laid a hand on him, ever..
Mammon on the other hand, was shocked himself.. did he just do that?!
Nobody could speak, nor say a word from what just happened.
At this point Mammon didn’t want to be here anymore, he just wanted to go home.. but he knew he couldn’t because of Lucifer.
He will obviously get a punishment, but this one will be the worst ever before, Lucifer might barely kill him because of his sadism.
“You dare.. lay a hand on me Mammon..?”
Oh boy.. the friction of the room was insanely death-like, and it just made Mammon get angrier, as he added more.
They were both in the demon forms, they wanted to fight! Each other?!
“Yea.. I punched you.. since I need you to see what I go through everyday.. bastard..” Mammon replied, laughing at the end of his sentence.
He knew he was possibly going to die, and he was just about to get it, while fighting Lucifer, his own brother, to wound him insanely..
“What did you just call me..?” Lucifer said as his wings folded out bigger with a slight smirk forming, as his eyes glowed red like a real devil.
“A BASTARD!! A SICK PRIDEFUL FUCK! WHO I NEVER SHOULD HAVE FOLLOWED!”
Lucifer actually broke inside hearing Mammon say those words.. but his pride was overpowering him right now, and he couldn’t even feel the pain barely at all.
The two eldest demons didn’t notice the human had slipped from the situation. She quickly ran away to go get the brothers and Diavolo, this had to be stopped now!
This wasn’t the Lucifer and Mammon you knew, they completely lost control..
While she ran there was banging and shattering echoing through the halls..
Should I make a Part 2..?
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