I didn’t want to put writing on my art blog lmao— Stuff might be NSFW, so MDNI, don’t be here if you’re grossed out by that stuff or if you’re underage--Shoot me an ask if you wanna see me write something specific
I keep missing days and I don’t mean to I’ve just been busy and it’s pissing me off. You think I wanna focus on my responsibilities? No!! I wanna write about Diavolo’s hot bod!!
Diavolo x Gn!Reader! Rated t for toned thighs in tight athletic gear. I love this man, ughhh. Next one’s gonna be about his big naturals again.
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It was too fucking early and you down the protein shake that Beel made for you the minute your shoes are tied. Staring up at the ever-present stars, you take a deep breath of the morning air before squatting down to stretch out your legs. A morning run didn't sound too bad but your pretty sure you would have agreed to any physical activity with the prince, so long as you go to get sweaty with him. That thought plagues your mind as you roll your ankles and rue this time of day for existing at all. You're a few moments away from just texting Diavolo to cancel before you hear the sound of his footsteps on the cobblestone.
Looking up from your drink, you take in his gorgeous smile, the only sunshine you can find in the Devildom, and his figure as he climbs the driveway. His toned legs are hidden inside athletic leggings, a pair of mid-thigh shorts over top. If it hadn't been so cold this morning, you wonder if you could have seen his bare legs underneath that small amount of fabric. Maybe if you kept up a routine, you'd have a chance when the weather was warmer. The thought shoots adrenaline through you and it's a better wake up than the protein shake had been. Swallowing around nothing, you try to remember why you were so angry a moment ago, forgetting all your issues in the presence of the tall, handsome demon.
"Good morning!" He calls to you as he slows his jog, stopping in front of you and taking a moment to catch his breath. He offers you a hug, and you wrap your arms around him and inhale a little too eagerly. The sound makes his shoulders stiffen and then there's a tremor in his powerful frame as he laughs. His arms seem to tighten around you, and you revel in the moment, enjoying his strength and the musk of his building sweat. After a moment, he pulls away almost reluctantly. "Are you ready to go for our run?"
His stare feels almost as warm as his hug had been and you nearly lean in to kiss him in your early morning delirium. For a moment, you think he leans in as well but then nothing happens. Your foreheads touch and he pets your face before pulling away. It takes you a moment to recalibrate but then you're nodding at him and getting the move on.
The jog starts just as miserably as your morning had. Even with the heartthrob beside you, you're still fighting with your own body to try to keep your feet moving. It feels like running through high snow, each lift of your legs heavy enough to nearly trip you up. Diavolo seems to clue in that you're moving slower than he is and matches pace but doesn't bring attention to your sluggish movements or heavy breathing. Being a demon sure has its benefits- or maybe he's just actually as fit as his body leads on. You spare him a glance and catch his eye. He winks at you and you nearly trip over your feet.
Diavolo does seems apologetic at your stumble and makes more of an effort to keep his head forward. After about 20 minutes, he seems to take pity on your continued struggle and offers to take a short break. When you find a small spot for respite, you crouch down, fighting the urge to collapse to the floor and finish your last few hours of sleep. Hunched over in your own misery, you whine to yourself and almost don't notice the water bottle he's offering you. You'd opted to keep your protein shake, hoping to get whatever stimulant you could from the pre-workout, but now after 20 minutes, water sounded almost better than sleep. Almost.
Without thinking too hard on it, you grab the bottle and chug down a third of it. The liquid is ice cold, and you feel an elation spread through you wherever the freeze spreads. It feels wonderful and when large arms envelop you, blanketing around you in your squat, you consider running to be one of your favourite activities. Diavolo whispers your name and the freeze turns to fire in your pit, the sensation better than any runner's high could ever be. "Thank you for joining me today. I meant it when I said I'd take any excuse to spend more time with you." His hands slip beneath your sweatshirt, and you let out a breathy noise that you've never heard yourself make. "I'd love to continue this routine, but if it's too much for you, we can call it a good experiment and leave things be."
The sudden jerk of your head nearly knocks one of his teeth out and you're suddenly grateful for how sturdy demons are. His arms do loosen in response to the sudden jolt, and you have to be quick to spin around in his arms and drop all of your weight to him. While he is the most powerful demon in commission, your sudden movement still manage to catch him off guard and knock him over, leaving you sprawled out on top of him. Not that either of you seem to mind. He calls your name again, a question, laced with concern.
"I'll be up on time tomorrow too. Don't go running without me" and while it doesn't sound as firm as you'd hoped, you still see the shift in his golden stare. The surprised expression fades quickly into one of pleased acceptance. Diavolo was always one to meet you where you were and whenever you stepped up and declared your intentions, he seemed to melt for you. Now was no different and you let your eyes flutter as his hands continue to you pull you close underneath the hem of your athletic top. When you shiver, he seems to come back to himself and your position, stopping abruptly and sitting you both up.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Leaning down to your position in his arms, he nuzzles your nose before shifting and kissing your cheek. The upset is clear on your face and when you grab his collar and smash your lips together, it's his turn to melt into you. Exhausted and sleepless as you are, your patience is thin for such bullshit and he seems to clue in immediately. "I'm sorry, my crown. We are in public though" catching the obviously unbothered expression on you only results in a loud, hearty laugh and that high from before dances in the back of your head.
The run ends after another 20 minutes and when he drops you off back at the House of Lamentation, it's with a great start to your morning. Getting a proper kiss and some quality time with the man, you decide that a little morning exercise is a perfect way to start you day, especially when the rest of it, you're walking around in an amazing mood. Even the brothers manage to comment on how you're glowing as they mooch off your notes in class. It was an excuse to stare at your gorgeous prince and get some movement in at the start of your day. As you prepare for bed that night, you remind yourself of how good Diavolo had looked, misted in a light sweat under the morning stars. For that image alone, you decide you'd get up at any hour of the day.
The thought is heresy the next morning when your alarm sounds.
I always feel bad when a Mammon drabble is too short but sometimes you’re playing the game and you’re inspired by a text chat.
Mammom x Gn!Reader! Also some Lucifer xGn!Reader! But that’s more one sided tbh. Rated G for school plays i guess.
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The text comes in when you're sat comfortably at one of the lab benches in your potion mixing classes. You'd been working hard to measure out the right ingredients when your phone had buzzed in your pocket. The good thing about being diligent was that you finished your task before pulling out your phone- and what a blessing that had turned out to be.
Handing the beaker to Lucifer, you take a moment to pull up your messages and can't help the small bubble of warmth that builds at the sight of Mammon's name. Though you wouldn't admit it outright, he was your favourite and you'd been excited for every line he dropped you after the first few times he'd embarrassingly admitted he was in love with you. The way he stumbled over the words made your head spin and you wanted to kiss him through your phone somehow. His name along on your screen makes you smile and when you open the conversation it's no better.
"You're the only one for me! I can't live without ya!", two chat bubbles, one after the other and you feel your face heat hotter than the flame boiling your project. When you go fully unresponsive, trying to find the words to respond to your favourite demon, Lucifer takes the chance to read your conversation over your shoulder. He always was just as nosy as the rest of them. The eldest scoffs in your ear but leans back into his own space once he's realized you're enamoured with event. Though you're almost certain you hear him make a small 'humph' noise as he gives returns your space.
There are no thoughts in your head as you read and re-read the messages. The thought that the avatar of greed, usual tsundere that he was, finally confessed open and honestly to you makes your skin vibrate and your face twist into a huge grin. At some point you think you might be giggling to yourself but then you hear Lucifer's voice snap you from your moment. "You should probably answer him" and you nearly jump out of your seat at the sudden reminder you're in public. Blushing at the pride demon only seems to deepen his pout but he leaves you to your business all the same.
"Oh Mammon!" is all you can think to say, the entire ordeal still unfathomable, despite being right in front of you. When he responds with a bashful sticker, you feel your heart soar and when he offers to say it to your face next time, you damn near squeal in the middle of your lab. You want to show Lucifer and gush about it, to celebrate and dance and run around but that might be cruel with the way he's currently acting. So you try to compose yourself, try to center your mind and calm the humming in your muscles as you try to think of a reply. Mammon finally confessed after all, you had to say something back-
Then the next message comes in and you want to sink into the earth. "The lead in the school play got sick and asked me to take his role." Ah. So, this wasn't a confession, just a reciting of lines. Blinking at the screen doesn't seem to clear anything up and you feel your heart crash back to earth as he contemplates whether he should help his friend out. You sit there a moment before putting your phone down on the bench and then laying your head right next to it. The sensation isn't sadness, you know very well that the demon does love you, but you just want to hear it said outright. The back and forth is exhausting and while he obviously meant it, they were just lines. You feel tired.
Lucifer seems to clue into your sudden change and leans over to read through the conversation himself. He pets your head when he's decided that your reaction warrants comfort. "Don't look so disappointed. Mammon is a fool on his best days" you knew he was right, but it still sucked the life out of you to hear that the little confession you'd hoped for was a farce. "Are the words that important to you? Do you not know how he feels without verbal confirmation?" Despite his sulking before, Lucifer is consoling you like a champion. You lean into his hand and then straighten yourself just enough to press your head to his shoulder, he takes you in his arms easily and you wonder what might be different if you had fallen in love with the eldest instead.
"Don't look so disheartened, little lamb. I'm sure the day will come where he can't keep his thoughts to himself." His body is warm and you revel in it as he soothes your spiral. Agreeing with him, you opt to lock your phone screen and move on with the project, unwilling to answer the greed demon when you were feeling this raw about something silly. As you grab the phone though, lifting it towards you, something catches your attention. A final message to the thread, and a last thought that seems to build that hum right back up.
"There's only one person who I wanna say this kinda stuff to anyway..."
You stare at the message for a moment longer before turning your face into Lucifer's shoulder and squealing into the layers of his school uniform. His soft, soothing touch seems to disappear as his shoulders tense and his face hardens again. The expression shifts from concerned and cooing to usual look he wears when one of his brothers is explaining why the house is on fire again. Maybe you'd taken too much of his sympathy to bounce back so quickly. When he pushes you away, it's gentle, but still irritated all the same.
Staring down at your phone a few seconds longer is all you let yourself have. Mammon was in love with you and that was obvious. Lucifer was clearly supportive, if not a little disappointed and you could live with that. What you couldn't live with though, was a failed assignment with the eldest brother. Every additional second you spent dreamily gazing at your text thread was another one that Lucifer was carrying your weight and that simply wouldn't do. Since he'd been so kind as to comfort you through your emotional roller coaster, you can at least do your part. You'll focus on the assignment now, and then when you see Mammon later, you'll demand he reads those lines directly to your face.
I love these two, I’m so weak for them. Also, forgive my long rambling, I haven’t had any focus these last couple weeks. I hope you’re all still enjoying my writing.
Gn!Reader! X Barbatos(?) There is a date but tbh i had intended for it to be more hints that they’re both into you lmao.
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It was late and you were exhausted. The day had dragged on, a never-ending cycle of monotonous tasks and errands, only to end with some cheap takeaway and a slow trudge back home. You're only half paying attention as you drag your feet over the cobblestone roads of the city, and for a moment you think closing your eyes might actually put you to sleep. Staring up at the sky, you watch the ever-present stars as they glimmer galaxies away and wonder what astronomy is like in the Devildom. When the stars disappear, you hardly consider it before you're tripping over the carpet at the demon lord's castle.
Falling face first into the pristine flooring is the most excitement you've had all day and despite it ruining your dinner plans, it doesn't upset you at all. Sitting up on the carpet, you rub your nose to soothe the ache, watching the large staircase in the front hall for an explanation or familiar face. Several of the little D's run by behind you, seeming to rush in from the entrance and you watch them a moment before standing and collecting your food. It's not spilled, which is great, but if you're here you imagine you ought to figure out what for, before you chow down.
You decide to climb the stairs, making your way to the inner rooms of the structure and towards Diavolo's office. He's usually here around this time and when you peek your head in, you're surprised to find a half-eaten sandwich and cold cup of coffee. Squinting, you lift the mug and swirl the drink around as you try to piece together this mystery, pretending to be a 50's detective. It's the most fun you've had all day and you lean against the desk and talk to a plant in the corner about the specifics of the case and describe Diavolo as some gorgeous broad who's up and vanished in the middle of the night.
During your third spin around in Diavolo's chair, you hear a polite knock at the door. You still the chair but don't immediately jump to your feet when Barbatos clears his throat and steps into the room. Long legs stalk towards you and for a moment you worry he's going to eat you whole for your transgressions. "Forgive me, I had begun to think that the young lord had company. I can see now he still hasn't returned from his... walk." The demon smiles at you but the temperature drops and you can feel the irritation as it vibrates through the air. His stoic expression doesn't move but you've stared at that handsome face long enough to see the differences.
"He ran away again?" The question seems to stiffen his posture, and you hiss as you stand, the fate of the prince of demons looking bleak. His desk is stacked high with papers and folders, and you'd been careful not to move anything, but you still hold the mug, gesturing at Barbatos with his master's lunch. "Need a hand luring him out?" Sharp teal eyes snap to your face and seem to hum with energy. It's really hot and you force yourself to keep the contact.
"That is the main reason I brought you here, my dear." The term of endearment is the most he'll let himself scold you with but damn if it doesn't shoot straight to your gut. Smiling against your better judgement, you offer him a wink and reassure him that you're on the case. You watch his face fall a little when you're not taking this too seriously, but you assure him that it's with good nature that you'll find your suspect. Barbatos is fighting down his frustration, and you can't help but marvel at his self-control.
"Come on then, teacup. Let's go find our man." Your own little nickname seems to surprise him out of his tension and it's with a scoff and a head shake that he joins you as you begin your search. It takes you around the major parts of the castle and you nearly trip over the Little Ds as they rush to pick up the butler's slack while he plays babysitter. Exploring is usually fun but with the ever-growing frustration of the butler beside you, you can't seem to find the usual appeal. He seems to center himself after every empty room and when you finally decide to stop to reassess, you can't find a trace of his usually polite smile. If the time-demon's mask has dropped, you can only imagine how truly livid he is.
"Think he'll answer if I call?" The pointed glare tells you that was probably something you should have tried an hour ago. With a sheepish smile, you tap on his contact information and almost pray he doesn't answer to save yourself the shame. It seems that Diavolo is intent on disappointing everyone today though, and he answers with such a jovial tone that you feel the air shift around you, Barbatos seething behind his composed expression. "Ah, hey Dia... I was just wondering if you were free right now?" You know from experience that just outright asking is usually an alarm for the man.
"Yes, though I would find the time for you, even if I weren't free. I was just visiting a cafe that Asmodeus took a photo in the other day. He insists it's amazing and I felt I should give their new special a try before it was taken off the menu. Would you like to come join me?" The longer he talks, the more you feel the guilt press into your shoulders. He's always talkative with you, but now, it's a curse. Trying to keep the ruse up, you let out a customer-service laugh and offer Barbatos a smile.
"I wouldn't miss out on that for the world, Dia! I'll be there just as soon as I can, will you wait there for me?" Without hesitation he agrees and hangs up with a too familiar sign off. The butler gives you an unimpressed look as you hang up the phone and you're unsure the root of his displeasure anymore. Part of you wants him to be jealous, the other knows it's probably just the situation, but as he waits for you to confirm the location, you try to offer him your most apologetic pout. He doesn't falter and when you've shown him the specific shop from Asmo's post, he opens a portal without saying anything more.
Immediately, you're in front of the shop and you waste no time finding the large, handsome demon. Rushing forward, you remind yourself to use his title in public and when he greets you it's with a too tight hug and a wide smile. He has no idea of his fate, and you almost wish you'd gone home and stayed bored instead. "That was much faster than I had anticipated. Your teleportation magic has gotten much better! How wonderful!" Such a sweet soul. Finding as much energy as you can, you offer him a smile and pat his bicep.
"No, uh... It's still about the same as it was last week, I just happened to get here through... different means." whether it was your tone or the specific words, you watch his smile shrink and his eyes widen. The expression of excitement shifts into one of fear and you can feel your career as a detective ending. Diavolo looks past you and seems to lock eyes with his retainer. He looks back down at you, and you feel your resolve break. You were never cut out for this line of work.
"Ah, Barbatos. I was just taking a short break. I had some errands to run you see." He straightens his back and puts his best regal mask on, but you can still see the way he's sweating underneath that smile. You look between the two of them and part of you wants to run away and hide but Barbatos approach makes moving impossible for both of you. When his words seem to do nothing, Diavolo frowns and looks back to the window of the shop. "I believe they've just finished cleaning the table. I've been waiting some time..." His pleading falls on deaf ears and Barbatos simply opens a portal back to the castle in response. The next king of the Devildom looks like a sad child.
"How thoughtful of you to reserve a seat for me and our human. We'll be sure to enjoy the limited time dessert for you." It becomes too difficult to look either man in the eye and you bite your lip as you wait for whatever happens next. "Perhaps, if you complete the time sensitive reports before we've finished our date, we'll bring some back for you as well, my lord." That little bit of grace is all Barbatos will offer and when Diavolo manages to smile through his defeat, you feel a little less horrible. He shuffles through the portal into his office, and you offer him a wave as the server comes out to collect him. With a quick explanation and a closing of the portal, you make your way inside the cafe for your date.
Though it might be at the suffering of the young lord, you do find yourself enjoying your impromptu break. Most of the demons here like to joke about taking you out but sitting with Barbatos feels like a luxury. Soon enough you've almost forgotten about Diavolo's plight, too enamoured with the steward’s charm and slowly easing muscles. Both of you seem to lose yourselves and you almost miss the window to place one more order before the cafe closes for the evening. The walk back to the house of Lamentation is quiet and fond and you almost forget yourself and reach for his hand. Your hands hesitate once the door is unlocked, turning back to thank Barbatos for a wonderful evening and bringing some excitement to your day.
"My dear," the endearment is much less threatening this time. "It's the least I can do after ruining your original dinner plans." You blink at him a moment before you realize you'd left your dinner in Diavolo's office, right under his mug. The demon chuckles to himself, bringing a hand to his face as he considers you in full. He's in a great mood now and you make a joke about casualties in the line of work. That seems to strike some inspiration in him and he steps forward now, closing the distance.
"Forgive me, I haven't paid your steep fees yet, have I?" Your mouth goes dry, he's much closer than he had been all night and while his rage was something to fear, you find yourself ten times as nervous now. You want to shake off his words, but Barbatos doesn't usually play along like this. It's all new to you when he leans in and kisses you, soft and chaste on the lips before pulling away with a mischievous smirk. You're sure your eyes are wider than Dia's were earlier- your face is definitely redder. "There, now we're all settled up, detective." He chuckles again and takes a step back.
This feeling was surprisingly close to boredom, you muse as you float towards your bedroom. While it had been mind-numbing and led you to daydream just to fill the time, now it was a pleasant thrumming and flights of fancy. Collapsing onto your bed, you stare at the ceiling, playing back all the things you'd talked about, all of the soft touches and looks during your date. It all felt surreal, dream-like even and you’re content to pass out right there thinking of the butler.
When a text chimes, you're almost convinced it Barbatos toying with you some more but the image of Diavolo's sad face makes you laugh unexpectedly. You apologize and tell him he can have the meal you didn't finish as an apology for your betrayal. He seems to light up immediately and after a few more messages, sends you another photo of him happily eating your noodle dish. Maybe you should make more of an effort to go to the castle when you're bored. Both handsome men always find some way to entertain you and as you settle in for the evening, you fall asleep to thoughts of both of their happy expressions over good food.
I’ve been getting requests and it’s actually really cool to know you guys like my writing enough for specifics. It’s p clear Mammon is the favourite but the Barbie and Dia love makes me especially happy. Anyway have none of those boys while I get back into the groove of writing. Ill get to requests soon if you ask for them!
Leviathan x Gn!Reader! Rated G for calling the boy you like a pervert for having opinions. This is based on a in game message thread, see if you can find them all!
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Something about the timing and the little banner that interrupted your scrolling really made you want to tease Leviathan. You half-read his text message as the notification disappears in the middle of a video and just as you're considering whether you should ignore him gushing about one of his new hyper fixations, another message disrupts your peaceful couch rot. When you do swipe to your messages, it's with a small huff of irritation.
He's complaining about a idol group that's changed from a cute aesthetic to a sexy one and you feel your eyes narrow before you can really stop them. There's a part of you that wants to be supportive of his frustration, but another part of you just wants to scold him to let people live. Wrestling with it doesn't last that long though and you eventually give into your initial urge to tease him. You type one word in response: "Pervert".
He responds how you would expect but it eases your mood and makes you laugh all the same. He's dumbfounded and you can imagine the way his eyebrows furrow, but his eyes widen in bewilderment. You let yourself acknowledge how cute that actually is before ignoring the rest of his texts. You resume your videos and fight back the fit of laughter as he further defends himself and then begins raving about his pureness as a fan. After the fifth response, you open your messages to read them out properly and notice he abruptly ends when he realizes you haven't been responding. You allow yourself a smile as you realize he's learning. Good behaviour deserves good feedback.
Peelings yourself from your spot on the couch, you pet Belphie's sleeping head as you pass by him towards the kitchen. With some snacks in hand, you rush up the stairs two at a time to get to your favourite nerd. A knock on the door, a declared password before the security question can even be asked and you're yanking the door open and throwing a bag of chips at his head. Leviathan yelps at the sudden intrusion and assault but once he's regained his senses, you can see the cute little scowl he wears when you embarrass him. When he whines your name it's with the usual intensity behind his fanboy rants.
Just as he begins to go off on why you should care about his idol group's sudden style switch, you rip open the bag you'd brought and curl up in his bathtub with a blanket. He seems to wait for you, pausing at the sound and turning to face you in his crisscross applesauce position. With a mouth full of chips, you offer him a thumbs up and he begins firing off lore like he was trying to win a race. Leviathan rants at you for a long time, and it's only when you've gotten halfway through the bag of chips that you hold out a hand to stop him in his tracks.
Sputtering to a stop in the middle of a point about the appeal of cutesy outfits, you turn the bag of chips to him. At first, he doesn't seem to clue into what you're offering but you shake the bag again and he fits you with a pointed look. "Did you seriously just stop me to offer me a snack?" His brows furrow and he waves a hand at you before turning back to the game he's had on pause for an hour. "If you weren't even going to take this seriously, why did you come to see me? You looked perfectly comfortable cuddled up beside Belphie..." That unique brand of jealousy only urges you forward and you clamber out of the bathtub to bop him with the snack bag instead.
"Slow your roll there, Weenie-hut Jr. I'm taking it super seriously! Do you think retelling an idol groups entire history is easy work? Are you even taking this seriously?" You bend over at the waist to fit him with a 'super-serious' pout, and his eyes seem to widen and shine all at once. He stares at you in that way that makes you feel important and you offer him a determined little smile. "If you don't keep up your energy, then you'll stumble through the finale. Come on! Show me how much of a Chocolate Heartbreak superfan you really are!" He takes a handful of chips and shoves them into his mouth at your goading. While he chews, you get comfortable beside him and take his controller. You haven't played this game before, but he'll tell you if you're doing something wrong.
His monologue goes long enough into the night that you're nearly falling asleep where you sit. You know you should probably clean up the empty snack bags and go brush your teeth, but you can't even keep your eyes open. The conversation has shifted but Leviathan is still the one doing most of the talking. Following along is much harder now and one moment you're watching a cutscene, the next you're blinking your eyes open as he's picking you up in a bridal carry. You catch his eye and he nearly yelps when you do, face red and eyes still wide and shiny as before. "Ah, sorry. You fell asleep, so I was going to take you back to your room." The thought of that irritates you, so you whap him in the forehead and grumble something inaudible into his shoulder. It takes all his willpower to keep talking once you've curled against him, but he manages to ask you what you said.
"Let me sleep here, tonight. Bathtub." Levi only nods, still a little uncertain as he lays you in his usual sleeping place and then tries to unbend himself. Your arms don't release from around his neck, and he makes another weak yelp noise as you mutter out more direction. "Together."
The word seems to stun him and after too long, just as you're about to pass back out, he crawls into the bathtub with you, hesitant and muttering words of encouragement to himself. Once he's half wrapped around you, it's finally time to sleep and you're out like a light on his chest. The last thing you hear is his soft words of self-soothing as he holds you close. The soft sound of his whispered happiness is leagues better than his fanboy rambling but even in your dozy stupor, you find yourself smiling at how cute your favourite nerd can be. There's no doubt in your mind that you're still his favourite over any and every idol group.
Asmo has been growing on me lately. It’s his birthday today i think, and I somehow normally do things for that but I liked the card they released for his birthday in IDo so have this.
Asmo x Gn!Reader! Rated T for one lane traffic. He’a cute. I’d kiss him. Hands up if you would too.
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The cameras flash around you, immortalizing the moment into print in a way you'll be grateful for later. Right now, you can hardly wrap your head around the myriads of sensations. Fingers wrapped around your wrist with more pressure than you'd expect, smooth skin brushing your cheek, feather-like hair tickling your forehead and finally, the softest, peach scented lips on yours. The entire thing feels like lightning, and you fight to keep your head on straight as Asmodeus kisses you in the sweetest way imaginable.
When he pulls away from you, you're flustered and breathless. It feels like something out of a dream and while you try to find an answer in the amber stare, he breaks the spell to turn to face your audience. With a wave and his signature, crowd-pleasing smile, Asmodeus addresses his fans in a happy sing-song voice. You can't take your eyes off him, and when he finally turns back towards you, the heat between your bodies rushes to your face. Breaking the eye contact helps the heat but then he's grabbing your hand and dragging you away.
The lights, the sounds, the city, and demons around you rush in your peripheral as you lock your eyes onto the soft pink hair of the man in front of you. He's captivating, gorgeous, and even with the soft pang of longing thrumming beneath your skin, you still can't keep your attention off him. Letting yourself be dragged along, you chase after him for what feels like hours, only to have him stop abruptly behind some skids in an alleyway. Asmodeus pulls you close to him, casting something to hide your presence as the sound of footsteps get closer and then pass by your hiding spot. You watch him watching the street and when he finally turns to you, it makes you forget you were being chased in the first place. Not that you were really paying attention to it at all.
"Sorry hon, as much as I love all my cute fans, I just wanted to be alone with you a little longer." His manicured brow dips in apology and you feel your blood vibrate through your body. Without conscious effort, you bring a hand up to pet his flawless skin and he melts into you the way you'd melted into that kiss. "I wish they'd stop interrupting us all the time. I can't believe this was the first time I actually got to kiss you on a date" He whines against your palm and the fluttering of his eyelashes light you on fire all over again. You also can't believe it, you want to kiss him again right now just to solve that problem.
"Why haven't you?" And while the question is honest, you know the reason all too well. Neither of you have said it aloud but you know. In the looks, the touches, the soft secrets and looks- Asmodeus has always wanted to be by your side, to have your attention and not just because it's part of who he is. Through your entire time knowing him, he's wanted you specifically and here, in this alley after he'd kissed you when someone called you cute in the crowd, you just want to stop dancing around it. "If you keep waiting around, more people are going to flirt with me, you know?" The look you give him seems to spark something behind his eyes.
Asmo's expression shifts from surprised to pouting and when he leans into you it's with conviction and intensity. He kisses you properly, a full-on press of your lips as he pulls you close. The proximity, the sensation, it all makes your knees shake and when you two break the kiss, his little pout is replaced with a dreamy look. "You're just so cute, love. I can't blame anyone for wanting to flirt with you. But you're mine, right?" The look in his eyes leaves little room for argument- not that you would ever deny that fact. When you nod, he practically trills with glee and kisses you again, pressing you into the wall behind you.
Hands find your waist, your sides, your ribs and you try to commit to memory the way he tastes and feels. It's been a long time chasing and teasing each other with the promise of more but here, in your own little world, you decide that your patience has officially run out. During one of the brief moments of separation, you whisper out that you love him, and he shudders out a sigh before repeating it back to you like a mantra. There's a moment where you wrestle with the idea of having your first time with the demon in an alley way and just as you're conceding, there's another bright light and the sound of a click.
Stunned by the sound, you both whip your heads towards the source to find one of the rabid fans stood between you and the street, camera in hand. When they lower it, you can see they're tearing up and muttering something jealous and whiney. You have only a moment to try and parse their ramble before Asmodeus picks you up into a bridal carry and whines something back at the man. In a moment, his wings come out and you're jettisoned into the air when he sets flight.
The trip home is accompanied by his adorable pout and cute whining. He complains loudly into the sky about ruining the mood and some of his fans not being cute at all. You let him whine into the night and by the time you're officially back home, your entire mood has lifted. You're snickering into his collar and when he gets you back to your room to drop you off, he even pouts and whines at you for not taking this seriously enough. "Aren't you upset! That guy totally killed the mood. Weren't you having fun kissing? I would have loved to keep going, what a jerk!" As he carries you through the threshold, you cling to him too hard for him to let go.
"Who says we can't keep going now?" He blinks at you for a moment and then his pout disappears entirely. Asmo is climbing on top of you in a moment and almost as if nothing else had happened tonight, you find yourself falling into his charms. Maybe it took a little too long for you two to finally say it outright, but you'd always been in love with this man, and he clearly felt the same way. Sometimes, these things could be worth the wait, and right now, you're intent on proving that thought right.
While I was writing, a shield bug crawled onto my screen and I was so surprised I forgot I was writing. So it’s ramble-y and I may have lost the plot halfway through. Im so sorry. The bug was cute.
Simeon x Gn!Reader! Rated G for whiny children and conniving magic men.
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It was a coffee with a friend, that's all. Even if it wasn't, it's not like you could ever really tell the difference with how sweet Simeon always acted towards you. When he shows up alongside Solomon and Luke, you're convinced that you'd just been looking too much into the goodnight texts and sweet morning messages. When he called you this morning, breath still raspy with sleep and right in your ear, you'd never felt more wired in your life. Now, all those little imagined flirts die the longer you stare at Luke's pudgy little face.
Despite your best efforts, heartbreak is difficult to mask, especially when you'd dolled yourself up to the best of your ability. Some nice new clothes that Asmo insisted made you look amazing, a new hair routine you'd been workshopping all week, even some proper skin care to really make you feel comfortable standing next to the gorgeous man- it was all for naught and you clamp your hands together to try and keep your smile in place when Solomon grabs some menus for the table. You knew you should have listened to yourself, but damnit, you’d gotten your hopes up again.
All of Simeon's attention is on Luke and he barley addresses you before the boy is demanding something else from him. If you weren't so deflated, you might think that Luke was being even clingier than usual; you may have noticed the exhaustion on Simeon's usually composed expression. Instead, you slump a little into the booth seat as Solomon takes the spot next to you. The sorcerer crowds you before he brings up something from school this week and you decide to take the distraction over Simeon's obvious disinterest. Until the server returns with some drinks, Solomon monopolizes your attention.
"Aw, you two make a cute couple." The demon giggles as they place glasses of water down for the four of you. Even if you'd misunderstood the angel's intention, you still didn't want him thinking that you were interested in someone else and when the server covers a giggle behind their hand you turn to the man in front of you with a fallen, nervous expression. He's frowning at you, an obviously displeased look on his face, but you're not sure why he'd be upset if he showed up to your 'date' with his child and roommate. Solomon thanks the server and pulls you close in a half-hug, laughing about how he agrees. Simeon's frown deepens.
"We're not together." You panic respond and it comes out far louder than you'd intended. Even Luke jumps a little and as the server backs away, Solomon only stares at you with an unreadable look. It makes you uncomfortable and you turn back towards your menu with an embarrassed expression, intent on hiding away in the bistro's specials. Luke puts a hand on yours and when you catch his expression, he looks concerned. You want to crawl under the table and die.
Being trapped between the window and Solomon feels like hell right now and you stand as abruptly as you'd yelled, nearly crawling over the sorcerer to rush to the bathroom. Luke's voice carries just enough for you to hear him worry after you, and even that feels like agony as you try not to slam the door shut behind you.
Grateful that this bathroom is private, you peel yourself from the door and hobble towards the mirror. The amount of time you'd spent in front of one today was exhausting and only adds to how miserable you feel. Simeon had asked you to get lunch with him, and you'd been so excited that you'd skipped breakfast and just fussed over your appearance. You wanted to impress him, wanted to be half as pretty as he was on the regular and for what? He shows up to your 'date' with a group and just proves that you were overthinking things- again. You dig your palms into your eyes and groan into quiet bathroom, trying to gather up whatever courage you can to go back and face your friends.
It was so frustrating to be in love with a man who barely noticed you. That was dramatic, he noticed everything about you, but today was clearly different. Simeon hadn't commented on your outfit, or your hair. He'd changed the meet spot, shown up late with others and then practically ignored you while you waited to be sat and for however long it took the server to show up. Why did he ask you out if he didn't want to pay you any mind? Was this just some ruse to get you to play baby-sitter for Luke? The young angel had seemed pretty clingy...
It takes you another few minutes to breathe through your distress, but when you face your reflection again, it's with conviction. Straightening your back and locking eyes with yourself, you take off some of the more flamboyant jewelry you'd decided to wear. Not that they didn't still look nice with your outfit, you'd just decided to switch from 'first date' mode to 'babysitter' mode, and that involved a physical change too. It was something you were trying out, change your appearance to change your mindset. Right now, that meant making yourself less cute to try and soothe the sting of the situation. It wasn't a date, no need to look so good that everyone else stops to notice.
Once you've let down your hair a little, you take one more steadying breath and head back out to your group. Sitting back down now feels less stressful, and you offer Luke an apologetic smile that seems to reassure him. Solomon picks up your conversation where you'd left it, and you nod along with an easier atmosphere now that you're not in date mode anymore. It helps, thinking of it like just happening upon the group, and when Simeon finally addresses you, the disappointment is only minor. "Thank you for being so accommodating, I know we changed our plans from when I'd first reached out."
Shaking your head, you insist that it's fine. "It's not as if it were a date, right?" Solomon says to the group, and you feel the pinch of his words right behind your eyes. Simeon's frown worsens enough that his nose even wrinkles and you wonder why he's so upset while admiring the adorable expression. Solomon only smiles that usual way he does back and then Luke's demanding Simeon's attention once more. The easy dynamic between everyone makes you feel a little worse, so you try to verbalize the facts in an attempt to move passed the feeling sooner.
"Aha, yeah. Of course it wasn't a date." And you try to say it as easily as you can, but the table goes absolutely quiet. Luke is staring at you; Solomon looks surprised and Simeon... You're not sure what that expression is but you almost feel guilty for speaking at all. There's something in his expression- Hurt? Surprise? You can't quite make it out, but you need to remind yourself that he didn't consider it a date first and foremost. Wringing your hands together over a menu helps ease your own discomfort and when the server comes back over to take your lunch orders, you consider denying them and walking out of the eatery.
Simeon places his order last and if he wasn't paying attention to you before, he certainly isn't now. It stings, adds to the pinch in the back of your eyes and you try not to take it personally as you press further into the baby-sitter mode you'd tried to switch to. Striking up a conversation with Luke seems to grab his attention and he finally leaves his mentor alone. It was meant to be a reprieve for the angel, a moment of peace so that he could breathe easily or talk with Solomon without the boy hanging off him, but once Luke turns his attention to you, the other side of the table goes quiet. Solomon smiles at you both, following your conversation, but Simeon says nothing and busies himself with his phone.
Lunch is nice, but it all feels tense and uncomfortable and when you finally pay the bill and step out onto the street, you feel a relief like never before. It's short lived when Luke rushes out behind you, linking your arms and continuing what he was saying. Purgatory hall wasn't too far so walking them all home might be an easy thing to do. Still, you'd hoped to run away properly after your unpleasant afternoon. Solomon comes up on the other side of the boy and whispers something to him. Just as you're preparing yourself for the inevitable, he unlinks himself and makes up an excuse about needing to get home right away. When Solomon follows him with a wave, you almost believe in god.
Until you turn away from their retreating forms and nearly bump into Simon's pouting face. "It was meant to be a date" Is all he says before he crosses his arms and turns away from you, clearly upset. Your head spins and you think you might short-circuit but that won't solve anything or answer your very many questions.
"You changed the venue to a family friendly one and then invited your kid and friend." It comes out as an accusation, and maybe it is, but his pout breaks and his expression shifts into a affronted one.
"I didn't! Solomon took my phone while I was making breakfast and then when I was leaving, Luke chased me out of the house, complaining about not getting enough of my attention! I don't even know what brought that on, only that he was so insistent, I couldn't say no. Then Solomon was with us, and I couldn't justify turning him away. I hadn't even noticed that we were in a different location until we'd gotten here." He looks absolutely exhausted and you kind of want to pet his head. Whatever specifics transpired, it was obvious that your witty sorcerer friend was at fault. Still, you'd been bummed out all of lunch and even had to give yourself a pep talk just to come back to the table. Denying that it was in anyway his fault felt insincere and you keep your hands to yourself to give him a look that says just that.
He seems to catch your meaning and sighs before rubbing his face in his hands. When he speaks your name it's in a soft, apologetic sound that makes your stomach flip. He brings his hands to your cheeks then and presses your foreheads together and in that moment, you'd forgive him for anything. Cyan demands your attention and he looks like he might kneel in front of you and pray for forgiveness. When he doesn't, you're both relieved and disappointed. "I'm so sorry. I should have called to let you know the change myself once I realized what was happening. I should have said anything during lunch. I should have told you how cute your outfit looked before you changed." You're forgiving him, damnit.
A nod is all you can manage in this moment, and he relaxes against you with a look of such honest relief, you could kiss him. "So... It was meant to be a date, then?" The soft lilt in your voice seems to snap him back to you. There's only a moment of recalibration before his relieved expression shifts to a determined one that rivals the way you'd looked in the bathroom mirror. When he says your name this time, it's with conviction.
"If I hadn't been clear, please let me fix that now." He leans down, hands still on your cheeks, and kisses you deeply. It starts chaste and sweet and continues well enough passed that, that your knees wobble a little when he pulls away, leaving you dizzy. "I've wanted to take you out for months. Somehow, something always came up to change things or get in the way, but I meant every text, every call, every word of adoration. I've been taken with you for a long while. I'd love to be with you.. to see where this goes." If you weren't dizzy before you're practically horizontal now.
Simeon is deceptively strong and you feel him wrap around you secure and reassuring. His heat and the way his skin feels against yours is enough to send you reeling and it's only the threads of your sanity that demand you follow up on his words, instead of melting for him like lunch hadn't sucked. "Simeon. Angel." He straightens a little but doesn't let you go. "Okay, I understand today was a lot. I still felt terrible." It's taking a lot of effort to put forward your needs, but he's receptive to all of it. Simeon clearly wants to hear your concerns; he seems intent on doing better for you. "I want you to be honest and open and not pout at me across a table like I did something wrong." He nods, his face never falling as he retains your concerns. "I want to... I want to know what's going on and be reassured that I'm not just assuming you like me."
His arms tighten around you then, forehead pressing against yours just a bit firmer and when he's sure you've finished speaking he responds. "I adore you. I'll say it more clearly from now on, so that there's no confusion." It's warm and sweet and you nod before leaning in to kiss him again on the quiet street. "I promise not to burn your trust. Please forgive me for today." And you already have. You wanted to be here with Simeon, wanted him to like you the way you like him, wanted to hear and be heard by the gorgeous man. You'd been so excited for it.
Now, in the perpetual moonlight of the devildom, dressed down from your initial date outfit, you revel in his attention. It hadn't been the date you wanted, and it sounds like your teacher had intended to change things up for the both of you, but still you'd managed a way through it. When Simeon takes your hand and asks you to a coffee, you agree. When he asks if you'd like to doll back up your jewelry and accessories, you consider it. He is attentive and considerate and whatever scheme Solomon had planned today wasn't going to ruin your first proper date with the angel. You'd sort out what he was planning later, but for now, you press your nose to Simeon's collar as he reclasps your necklace and kisses you softly. You had a date to go on, and no sorcerer or needy protégé was going to disrupt it. Not again at least.
Someone asked me what bug nicknames I had for everyone and I’m still working on some, but Mammon’s is Jewel bug. He’s fake gold, gaudy as hell, and they’re notorious for being dumb and easily tricked by shiny things and bight objects, so it’s 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 in my head.
Mammon x Gn!Reader! Rated pg13 for kissing on the floor like an old Disney Channel film. Does anyone know the specific smile I’m referring to? It like, makes me feral for him.
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Leaning in, you rest your head on his shoulder, offering him a soft look up from the position. Mammon putty in your hands when you bat your eyelashes and even when he's upset with you, he's still weak to your charms. He leans in to kiss you hesitantly and when you pull away in the last second with a smirk, for just a moment, he looks like he might cry. Closing the space, you press your forehead to his and ask him if he's jealous that you'd spent time after class helping a teacher, instead of rushing to his side immediately. Obviously, he is and when he denies it, you turn away again with a pout of your own.
"Alright! Okay fine! I'm jealous all right? Why'd ya' gotta go and spend your time with some nobody? I'm yer demon! Me!" He's whining and you can't help how much you love his sulking. "You can't forget about me... yeah?" That kills your need to tease him immediately and the momentary sadness in his eyes seems to make sense. While you love the little pouts and whines, you're too weak to his genuine insecurity and now, you decide to remind him.
"Oi." He looks at you; eyebrows furrowed with a genuine hurt that sits wrong in your ribs. "You know you're my first choice, right? My favourite? When I think about my future, I think about you?" He blinks at you, his face reddening and when he turns away you kiss his cheek, then run a hand over his other to turn his head and kiss that too. "Mammon, avatar of greed, second born of the seven lords." Yellow sparkles amidst his blue eyes and when he stares into you now, it feels fragile. Mammon is yours, and you would never hurt him, never betray that.
"I love you. I love you and you alone and I will always love you." If it's for him, the words are easy. While the demon always finds issue saying these honest things aloud, to you they're like breathing and it doesn't matter where you are, not when he hiccups and his lip wobbles with the restraint of his own love. If he can't manage it, then you will, every time. He falls forward into you and buries his nose into your shoulder, whining and grabbing at you like you might disappear.
There isn't anywhere else you'd rather be. His white, fluffy hair tickles your nose and as you hold him close, playing with it and whispering sweet nothings, he seems to settle and vibrate all at once. "I love you" you whisper again, along his hairline and he grips you tighter still. The need to tease him sparks back in your soul and for a moment you consider just whispering 'i love you's until he either melts or explodes back, but today feels a little more, like he's more vulnerable and needs more coddling than torment. It takes some self-restraint but you pull him better into you and he nearly crawls into your lap to accommodate. Your position, sat on the floor in front of the television in your room, makes it easy to squeeze him close and thread your fingers into your hair. Might as well make him comfortable if he's going to implode.
"Mammon," You kiss along his hairline and he whines. "Jewel Bug" another little groan of submission. "You're so lovely" His shoulders lift to his ears, and he buries his face further into your shoulder. "My diamond is so cute." More little noises, but he's practically preening from the praise. "You know, I have the hardest time paying attention in history. You're so handsome, and if you zone out and start laughing at your phone, it makes it impossible to look anywhere but at you." It feels like he mumbles a 'shut up' against you, but he seems to be enjoying the praise all the same, so you continue.
"Your smile changes in every situation, did you know that?" His body stills like he's waiting for you to continue. "No, eh? It does." You tug a little at the hair at his crown, moving some out of the way to better kiss along his scalp and roots. "When you're winning something, you smile big and dumb. Like you don't have anything else on your mind, like it's the best moment of your life." The next kiss is long and languid to his temple and he white knuckles the back of your sweater, mortified that you might see his expression right now. "And when you're doing something wrong, playing a prank or just pissing Lucifer off, you smile so wide that your eyes crinkle and your cheeks look like they might hurt." He doesn't respond as much to that one.
Considering what he might actually want to hear versus your stream of consciousness, you lean down and kiss his ears soft and sweet. He yelps and scrambles further against you- like that's even possible. "When you're having fun with me," you drop your voice low enough it makes him shiver. "Your smile gets all crooked and hot. Makes me want to kiss you a bunch." He whimpers again and grinds his nose into your diaphragm; the action is so silly looking you can't help but laugh at him. Mammon whines louder in response and at some point, peels his face from your sweater to climb on top of you.
Pressed under his weight and laid out on the floor, you smile your own big dumb smile right up at him. His pout is adorable too and you reach up to pet his face before he drops on top of you fully, kissing you through his obvious embarrassment. "You ran your mouth long enough. I don't wanna hear anythin' else outta you." But you laugh all the same and his pout morphs into another whine as he tries to shut you up again. And again.
Alone on your floor, the two of you kiss until Mammon feels calm enough to properly collect himself. Blue stares down at you and you count the flecks of gold in his eyes while he finds the exact words to compete with your little monologue. "I love ya' too." He usually starts this way, then follows up with an apology for not being more direct. "What's with ya' today?" That was new. "You're... seriously too cute, ya' know?" His pout intensifies and you want to kiss him so badly. "Sayin' all this stuff like it's common knowledge. You just watch me whenever you get a chance, huh?" When he catches your eyes, there's that clever mischief that's uniquely him beneath the blue. "Guess I can't say I'm any different." You can feel your skin hum under his gaze.
Mammon finally puts enough distances between your bodies to properly look at him. The way his bangs hang, the way the light halos his red ears, the little wrinkle in his brows as he tries to find the next thought- forget what he's about to say- you need to kiss him again. "You..." He brings a hand up to rub along your brow bone. "You're my human, first and foremost. Yeah?" The little smile he's wearing now is a rare one. It's small and honest and way too fucking precious. Nodding at him seems to spread the curve a little wider and he leans down to capture your lips again. "Yer damn right." It spreads again, into an honest, crooked thing that makes your heart melt. "I'm yer first and last."
"My one and only" He looks almost surprised, but you assume it's just about how quickly your responded with it. "Forever" and his surprise turns his face bright red. For a moment, you're expecting him to bury his nose against you again or just turn away and hide, but his lips thin and spread into that wide, crooked, hot smile that makes your stomach flip. Mammon looks like he might eat you whole. "Jewel bug," He leans in close, that smug look never leaving his eyes. "Forever."
"Yer damn right." It's the last thing you say to each other before he's pressing against you and kissing you silly. Your demon gets jealous and has a hard time speaking his mind, but you've never needed words to know exactly what he's thinking. Mammon's handsome face and cute expressions speak louder than anything he could ever say to you and with the way he's swallowing your tongue now, you know everything you need to about the future with the love of your life.
Friends, is it alright if I enjoy a submissive Lucifer? Can I have that as a treat? It’s just for me and all of my adult homies. MDNI. NSFW or whatever you wanna call it.
Lucifer x Gn!Reader! Rated M for the word “shaft”. But also for pissing Barbie off with inappropriate excuses for Diavolo to avoid doing work.
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"Kiss me." You hadn't cared what he was doing when you'd walked in and made your demand, but despite your sudden presence, Lucifer doesn't protest. He seems to have been in the middle of hanging Satan up from the chandelier but lets the rope go once you've finished speaking. His younger brother plumets to the floor with an audible thud and a yelp and while you would normally apologize to the blond or chastise the pride demon for being too cruel, you simply plant you feet and lock eyes with the man.
The eldest closes the distance between you two and places both hands on your cheeks to pull you against him. Without delay you press your lips to his and he deepens the kiss on instinct, tasting you in earnest. When he moves to try and lift you into a princess carry, you bite his lip with a sly smile and pulse magic into him that stills his hands and leaves him dumb for just a moment. It's all you need to pull out your phone and snap a photo before flipping a thumbs up to Satan and high-tailing it out of there. When Lucifer blinks himself back to his senses, you hear him shout your name down the hall as you slip into the living room.
That happens a few more times. At first, Lucifer believes himself to have the upper hand and makes a comment about how he'll come out the victor, all while submitting to whatever whim you presented. With each new trick you pull out, the look of shock becomes more exaggerated, and by the fifth time, frustrated. You keep teasing him, demanding his attention, and rushing off after snapping a photo. Once your collection hits ten total trophies, you make the mistake of letting your guard down.
It happens in the student council room at R.A.D. Diavolo requests your presence and you'd been performing a task for him when Asmodeus and Mammon had slid in, pleading once more for you to share the photos you'd acquired. Your spoils weren't for them, but you couldn't deny how wonderful they were and pull your phone out to share in the wealth. Getting caught up in the soft, vulnerable expression on the morning star, you miss the commanding footsteps and the shift in the air around you. Diavolo stands first, followed by the panicked party demons, but you don't even register their absence until there's breath on your neck and fingers around your wrists.
Lucifer's weight presses into your shoulders and his lips find your ear before you can even greet him. The soft scent of coffee and a quick sandwich let you know that he's taken care of himself today, and if not for the way his hand drags up from your wrist, you'd assume he was just happy to see you. His grip tightens when he finally reaches your ribs and before you can stop him from slipping his gloves beneath your uniform, he's silencing you with his tongue. The angle is only strange for a moment before he's turned you in your chair and trapped you between him and the upholstery.
Leather gloves act as the only separation between your skin and he takes his time to retrace every curve of you. There's a protest in the back of your mind, mostly the location and the memory of last time you two got handsy in the student council room. Barbatos had scolded you both, his charge taking the chance to play hooky, but something about the pressure of your lover's teeth feels too final to contest. He nips at your chin, your pulse, your collar and then before you can find the words, he's dropped to his knees between your thighs. The predatory expression on the usually beautiful face reminds you that your man is, in fact, a demon. You swallow when grabs your waist band and pulls hard enough to rip.
"Baby- this place is-" You barley get that much out before the air in your lungs comes back up abruptly. The man is ancient, and as a result, very practiced in some things. His tongue feels amazing and that pressure in his jaw that had kept you still before now makes you writhe against him. Your body moves of its own volition and as he works, he encourages your impromptu dance with more languid drags of his gloves along your hips and sides. Thighs keep him in place, and his talented mouth keeps you squirming.
It lasts longer than you would have expected, especially after teasing him all week, but when he finally picks himself off the floor, it's to stand over your still twitching body. His smirk shines with a mix of spit and your satisfaction and there's hardly any brain left to register that when he leans in for a kiss. Welcoming him against you feels natural and you're expecting to be pampered a little bit before he lifts you into his arms and sits back down in the chair himself. There's a protest on your tongue, a reminder that you're in the student council room at R.A.D and not anywhere really private, but it's obvious Lucifer isn't interested in anything but you right now. When he pulls himself out of his pants, you struggle to regulate your breathing.
Choking a little on your spit, you manage to answer his quiet question with your own enthusiastic consent. Lucifer is a very talented man after all, and you'd missed the intimacy between you two during your time collecting photos. His heat feels like home and the trail of kisses on your shoulder leave you hotter than his tongue had earlier. Still half-sated, you bring him back to face you in a moment of coherence. "Lucifer" He breathes your name back at you, the sound heavy with his restraint "We're going to get in trouble for this..." Even as you say the words, you don't believe them either.
The tension in his jaw is more for his own control than any real irritation with you, but you can feel your resolve slipping. "I won't push you," A whisper against your lips as he tightens his glove around his shaft, "but I am starting to consider you a sadist." The way his eyes darken before falling closed forces your hand down to replace his. A gasp at the sensation of your skin on his is all he lets show before he fights to steady himself again. "Were your photos not enough? Would you like to watch me break in real time, little lamb?" It's even, but you can still hear the soft waver in his words. The thrill is better than anything the photos had given you.
"Do you mind, Firefly?" His eyes stay closed, but he nods for you to continue. Your hand begins to move then, soft, and slow and nothing like how he likes it. He won't complain, too proud to whine or beg and that's the entire reason you'd begun your little torment in the first place. After that incident with the newt syrup, you'd pushed down your desire for his soft pleading. He'd called you master then and it had rewired your brain into something new and hungry. The soft moments between his honest feelings and putting on his mask- the hesitation in his voice before he answered your questions with a firm confidence- you'd been desperate to take them and engrave them into your soul. The photos had just been the latest attempt to do so.
"Let me hear you, Lucifer" The words slip out as demanding as your strokes had become and with each downward motion, you pull another soft groan from your lover. He parts his lips, conceding to your request without acknowledging it, but the soft whispers of your name and the way his hips lift to meet you speak volumes. His eyes stay shut and while you're drinking in each, soft shift in his expression, you still want more than this, more of his submission. "Look at me, gorgeous. Let me see what I'm doing to you." and you tighten your grip for good measure.
It's a slow unraveling but he gets exactly where you want him. Flushed skin, dark eyes, a furrowed brow, and those wet, parted lips. Lucifer never turns away from you, only lets his body relax in your touch like he's had enough of being in control. It's a gift he's offering you, a white flag in the face of your cruel behaviour all week and you latch onto it like a leech. Your hand moves the way he loves, and you lean in to kiss him deep and hungry. When his tongue hesitates, you pull away to ask properly for the thing you've wanted all year. "Say it, Firefly. Speak to me." He shivers against you and closes his eyes again, patience non-existent.
"Please... Master" and you're leaning in to taste the words as they leave his mouth. Gloves grab at your thighs, and you dominate the kiss as you give your demon what was promised. His powerful frame shivers beneath you but you're almost too far gone yourself to really pay attention until he makes a noise that finally stops your hand. He pants against your tongue, coming down from his high and you feel the temptation to jump right back in again, regardless of how much more dangerous being in this room gets every minute.
The pride demon clings to you until he can come back to himself. Once he has, his grip tightens at your hips, and his eyes sharpen with senses. The mask slips back into place and with a quick kiss he's right back in control. "Satisfied, my lamb? Perhaps I should call you my wolf when you get aggressive?" It lowers the heat in your head a little and you settle against him with a half-hearted snicker. "If my submission was all you wanted, you could have simply asked." The thought feels almost foreign to you, asking your powerful, proud demon lover to submit. The look you give him seems to communicate that well enough and he strokes your chin softly to reassure you.
"Consider it a gift, my darling." Lips meet yours and there's another soft, sweet press before he lowers the guard again. "For you, and you alone. My love, my master." The words shoot fire through you and when you kiss him again it's with a clear intention. Before either of you can give into that heat again, you hear the doorknob rattle, locked and unwilling to open. It startles you enough to nearly fall off Lucifer's lap, but he fights to keep you in place with strong hands and a soft, warm breeze of magic.
When Barbatos steps into the room, Diavolo, Mammon and Asmodeus watching from the door, you nearly throw yourself off Lucifer in a panic. To your surprise, your covering yourself proves futile against the piercing teal of the butler's stare and he looks you both up and down with a hint of fury in his cold smile. There isn't even a moment to explain before Lucifer lifts you by the hips and carries your now dressed from the room. Unsure when he'd managed to clean and mend your clothes, you wave Barbatos an apologetic goodbye before you're rushed off the school grounds at an impressive speed.
Later that evening, you'd receive a very strongly worded text full of warning and reprimand, but the sting of it feels almost pleasant next to the reward. The photos had been all you'd wanted but now, with his permission, you'd added at least a dozen more to your private folder. A series of boudoir photos and a few voice recordings now occupied your library under the agreement that you cease your ridiculous tactics and stop seducing Lucifer in the student council room. There had been no room to argue that second point when he'd crawled on top of you, handed you your phone and whispered pleas for your attention and touch until you'd imploded. It was almost impossible to deny the man anything but watching him put his pride away for your very obvious pleasure felt like new territory. As the two of you curl around each other in his spacious bed, you promise to honour his gift, and stop accosting him with blue balls for cute photos.
I got caught in a bug zapper. Have something short while I get my footing back.
Gn!Reader x everyone (though it’s just Beel, Satan and Mammon), rated G for kissing cute boys.
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He was so cute. Beelzebub was just so fucking cute. The over six-foot tall, athletic monster of a man was absolutely adorable and as he snores in your lap, it takes all of your efforts to not coo and pet his head. He's drooling onto your thigh, had even tried to eat your sweatpants but still, he was adorable.
When Satan had called everyone in to watch some historical movie, created in the same stylings as an ancient tome, you'd tried to sneak away to avoid it all together. Even Mammon had managed to plan a whole escape in case either of you had ended up roped into the ordeal but somehow, only you were too slow. All it had taken was one soft look from Beelzebub over the wrath demon's shoulder to keep you trapped in the living room for the night, despite Mammon's obvious rage in the doorway. It's not like you could ever refuse the gentle giant anything he asked of you, and least of all when he looked like he might sulk if you denied him.
As soon as the snacks had finished, Beelzebub had laid his head in your lap and passed out. Maybe you'd have been upset if this didn't give you a great excuse to stare at him like a weirdo for the entire length of the film. Satan nudges you once or twice when you start verbalizing your adoration but otherwise doesn't bother you as you preen over the larger demon. He barley even comments when you lean down and start peppering kisses along Beelzebub's face. You manage to distract yourself somehow and when the pop of silver hair catches your attention, you don't even feel that relieved.
"Are ya' seriously gonna just stay here for another two hours?! We can sneak ya' out right now and play 8-ball in my room, come on." There's a weird pleading in his eyes and you wonder if he's really worried about your being stuck here of if he just misses you. Regardless, it's cute and you pet his hair and lean in to kiss his forehead. Mammon whines and struggles to advocate for his idea, the gesture short-circuiting his brain. "What're ya' doing! We can do that sorta thing later- alone! Come on!" but you only shake your head and pet his more solidly. He pouts and slumps but doesn't pull away, clearly enjoying your hand in his hair.
Mammon doesn't leave your side at all after that. For the rest of the film your petting his head, even when he shoves himself in between you and the armrest. He's pressed closer to you than Beel is and the three of you smush yourselves into one end of the couch, Satan on the other. When the movie ends, you're expecting the blonde to chime in about the movie and offer trivia and fun facts, but instead he stays quiet, glaring at the screen. With both the greed and gluttony boys wrapped around you, it's too difficult to lean any closer and check on him, so you whisper out a soft 'pst' like he was a distracted kitten.
His ears twitch and while he doesn't turn to you immediately, he does huff a little and then lean further back into the couch, grabbing the remote to navigate the menu. When you call his name, he seems to lose whatever internal battle he's waging. "What?" He snaps and you would have jumped a little if you had room to. He seems to catch his temper and schools his features before turning back towards you with a pout instead of a grimace. "Don't mind me, I'm just watching a movie alone in a crowd." Satan is dramatic, but you can't say you don't understand why he's upset. Taking stock of your cuddle puddle, you shuffle to the best of your ability and pat your side.
"Get over here already." Shoulders hunch and you watch the soft red spread across his cheekbones. Satan seems to be considering the offer and weighing it against his pride. Before you can try to convince him with a line about acting like Lucifer, he slides across the couch to rest his head on your shoulder and curl his knees up to your thigh, careful not to bump your legs or wake Beelzebub, who's sat between them. With your last open space now occupied by yet another cute boy, you shimmy until you're totally settled and insist he puts on another movie. It seems to appease him and while he doesn't smile right away, he does close his eyes for a moment and breathe you in. That's when you reward him with his own forehead kiss for the evening.
That seems to be the final nail in the coffin and with the start of the next film, you and Satan cuddle up to watch, while Beelzebub and Mammon stay fast asleep in your arms. It's moments like this when you think that you're grateful for your demons, and even if they can be childish, they're absolutely adorable.
Everyone seen the Sinner’s Choice line up? Me too. I’m a changed bug for Dia’s new suit. I love that dude in his gold accents and those cunty little gold trims on his horns, wings and suit. Ughhgggghhh.
Diavolo x Gn!Reader! Rated T for a very hands on shopping experience and them TIDDIE.
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"I'd like to take you out somewhere." It was hard to refuse him anything, but especially so when Diavolo asked with such conviction. It was in moments like this that you realize exactly how Lucifer had grown to befriend the prince of hell as one of heaven's favourite angels. His gold stare is arresting; his energy is infectious but worst of all is how he was staring at you. The soft intention behind his eye’s contrasts with his strong shoulders and confident smile. It makes your stomach do a flip and you nod before you can even check your schedule.
"Wonderful, Barbatos has insisted that I go shopping for a new suit. If you accompany me, we can have a date, and I'll take you wherever you'd like to go after." His expression is sunshine in the perpetual moonlight and when you take his offered hand, the warmth heats your skin so quickly you're worried you might burn. You'd been hoping that he'd ask you to go shopping with him, ever since the butler had expressed his disappointment in his charge's current wardrobe. There had been an unspoken expectation that you might help solve that issue as his partner, and you were never one to turn down a date with your demon, even if it were choreographed by someone else.
The tailor's is high-end, as most of Diavolo's usual shops are. Upon entering, you're immediately met with service workers and magic before being led through racks of potential designs. Diavolo seems pleased with everything, even if they look like a bad costume and you're reminded that he's too easy going for his own good. Though he has his own tastes, he's easily sold on things if he thinks they might be fun. It's when the shop keep offers him some violet and magenta nightmare that you decide to put a stop to something before it gets out of hand. "Darling," His attention is on you immediately. "Can I make a request?" He's by your side in seconds, hands in yours and head bowed to hear you better with the height difference. You take the chance to drag a hand up along his R.A.D uniform, drawing a circle on his chest as you bat your eyelashes. "Can I dress you up?"
While his face doesn't change and his posture remains perfect, you can see the typhoon raging behind his eyes. He even needs to swallow something down before he can smile and nod at you, stepping to your side to lead you towards the rack. The attendant bows and offers you some space while you work and the moment, you're alone in the room, he gets comfortable behind you, nose pressed into your neck and shoulder. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to see me in?" He whispers the question against your skin, and you feel the sound vibrate through your bones. It takes a great deal of effort to not rip the sleeve off a suit you were admiring, but you manage to keep yourself together. Somehow.
Even with his large hands at your waist, you find it in yourself to search through the racks and compare colours and silhouettes. At one point you take his hand off your hip to hold fabric against it and he makes a dreamy noise in your ear to let you know he's enjoying this. With all the power and authority that he holds, you can't help but revel in these soft moments where he makes weak noises and clings to you like a pet. After his third soft sigh, you need to close your eyes and lean back into him to relieve some of your own tension. The motion gives him consent to pepper you with kisses and you take a small break to turn in his arms and mush your lips to his.
Neither of you remember who kills the kiss but you're back to the search, finding something that appears as classy as he should be with a statement worthy of the prince of the Devildom. Diavolo considers each suit you hand him but doesn't comment on any of them. Your focus seems to be the only real point of interest for him, and he watches you with fascination as you run around the racks. When you've finally compiled a small mound of designer suits, it's time for a fashion show and you usher him to the dressing room with a skip in your step and a humming under your fingers.
The first suit is nice. It's sleek and shiny and looks like something a high-end mafioso might wear in an old film. You take too many photos and ask him to spin and pose despite the fact this looks like something Mammon might wear and not royalty. The next suit is much more vibrant. A large accentuated along the fabric and a deep crimson looks almost delicious on his skin. Even Diavolo seems to preen at it, waxing poetic about how it reminds him of Lucifer. Before you can let him spiral off into a little rant about the fallen angle, you usher him back into the room and hand him the next one. If he starts, you'll be here for hours.
The next suits come and go without much and at some point, the attendant reappears to check in. He seems to take notice immediately of your concern, interested in something simple for any occasion while still having that gravitas that someone on the throne should have. You highlight your favourite pants, jackets, and vests to the tailor and while he compares fits and fabrics, you feel Diavolo slide up behind you. Your partner doesn't get too handsy with you in front of others, but he does still rub a circle on your back as you lean over the worktable. "Red suits the young master very well. Did you like some more shades to pick from?" You spare a look to the demon, and he seems excited at the thought of it. He's going to bring up Lucifer again and you roll your eyes at his obsession with the man before putting your foot down.
"No, I think black is ideal for common suit. But there should be something to accent it. Maybe we can get you some red jewels? Rings or cufflinks or something?" The thought seems to intrigue your lover, and you take that as a victory. His hair is vibrant and his wings tint red, so too much would only oversaturate it. "I want you to shine, Dia." He kisses your forehead at the comment places his hand back on your hip.
"Perhaps we can focus on gold tones? They do accent the young master's skin tone quite well." The attendant returns to the rack to collect a very busy looking vest. The gold pattern is hand weaved along the front and back of the vest and you blink at it. As the shop keep begins to discuss the rich nature of the silk used for the embroidery, you decide that it's quite nice. Gold and black, with a waist cinching that will make Diavolo's chest pop. It takes a great deal of restraint to not reach out to squeeze one of his pecs as you think about how good his chest will look in it. Instead, you nod and hand it to him, rushing to the rack to find something you'd disregarded earlier.
It was a simple black suit with golden patterns. It was too simple in your initial look through but now, with the vest and promise of red accents, it seemed to fit. With the opinions of the attendant, you piece together the best suits you can manage and leave the rest up to his professional discretion. The night carries from there into a cute date and if you end up spending the evening under your partner, in his bed, you'd earned it for all your efforts in dressing the next king.
A few days later, when the suits have been delivered, you receive a text from Barbatos asking you to come to the castle. "Lord Diavolo is very excited to model the suits to your specifications." And that's more than enough reason to shower quick and rush over to see the butler and his prince. Once you've arrived and made yourself comfortable in his bedroom, Diavolo steps out of his walk-in closet, nearly in the buff. Immediately you're having a hard time focusing but Barbatos seems to reign the two of you in enough to insist his master try on the first suit. You dig your nails into your legs as you wait for him to come out.
The first suit is the one that most reminds him of you. A rich colour with intricate embroidery along the lapel, a matching design in the lining of the jacket and the pants decorated with whispers to match the top. The real highlight of the outfit is the specific way the vest curves just below your partner's chest, framing and perking them up in a way that strains his dress shirt and makes your mouth water. Barbatos examines the outfit like he was scrutinizing everything but ultimately returns to sit beside you with a compliment to the prince and a thanks for your efforts. He comments to you in a whisper about the fitting and you have to turn away to hide your shameless grin.
When Diavolo returns to you both, he's wearing the black suit with gold design. You catcall him as he adjusts his vest under his chest and your side-eye Barbatos, expecting the butler to make another snide comment at you. Instead, he's wearing an expression you can't read and when you go to ask him where his mind is, he stands abruptly and excuses himself. Staring after him, you can't seem to place the stunned expression he'd worn as he left. You stand from the couch but don't chase the man, his expression surprising but not worrisome. When Diavolo comes over to collect you in his arms, you decide to have faith that the butler will return with an explanation soon enough. In the meantime,...
Barbatos announces himself with too loud a knock and you assume it's for your sake. Jumping off the prince's lap and readjusting your clothes, you invite him to enter. He's returned carrying what looks like an expensive shawl. It's made of a black velvet that splits near the ends, revealing a rich red lining. On either point of the deep, black fabric is a thin tube of gold, pinched at either side to denote the ends of the garment. The main section seems to pull wide enough to reach over Diavolo's shoulders and as the butler drapes the piece over Diavolo's shoulders, he clips large shield like ornaments to the velvet, affixing them and a string of heavy tassels to each side. Diavolo considers the outfit and ones he's been dressed, reveals his wings and horns, his usual muff of black feathers forming over the collar of his suit in turn.
"Amazing Barbatos! I'd completely forgotten about this. I suppose the suit was quite reminiscent of this outfit." He looks himself over in the full-length mirror and poses a little, admiring the old decorative shawl.
"Yes. Almost a perfect replica." The butler turns and gives you a wink you can't understand. It seems like he's worn something similar to this in the past, and while you're glad to know him well enough that you can dress him to a standard everyone agrees on, it feels as though you've lost in some way. You pout back at the butler, but he says nothing and gives you just another of his coy smiles.
"Well, my crown. How do I look?" And you've forgotten all about Barbatos' secrets and insinuations. Your lover looks amazing. Regal and handsome in his outfit, you can't help the way your feet guide you to him of their own desire. Hands come up to slide along the fabric, and you spend a moment fiddling with the large tassels that seem to frame you in his arms. It feels like the perfect little spot for you to snuggle into, cocooned by the fabric, thread, and his large hands. When you lean into kiss him again, they slip lower on your waist and you Barbatos clear his throat again from behind you.
"Thank you for your help with the suit shopping, my dear. Now that I've confirmed Lord Diavolo has sufficient evening wear, I shall attend to my other duties. Until dinner, I ask that you do not ruin his new outfit." With a small bow, he offers you both a smug little smile and then leaves the room. When you and your lover both groan at the warning, you realize you'd had the same idea.
It takes little convincing after that, just a quick call to Satan about a spell that will mend clothes and things before you toss the butler's warning to the wind. Diavolo is gorgeous, considerate, and dependable. A man this delicious wearing such a nice suit deserves whatever he likes, and he insists it's you. Since you got to dress him, isn't it only fair you get to undress him in turn? Later, when you're hanging his suit back up, as clean as you can get it, you and the prince try to justify choice and the torn fabric.
So I’ve been watching “Do your best, Nakamura-kun!” And woooooo boy. I don’t know if anyone else gets dragged back into their memories of high school kicking and screaming but my little queer heart is weak and I was a mess then, worse than now (lol).
Mammon x Gn! Reader! Rated Pg13 for cringing out at your younger self. I love Mammon, sorry about the self indulgent words of affirmation.
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The entire morning had been really difficult to navigate. You'd been up late last night with Leviathan and watched a show that resonated a little too much with you. While he'd insisted it was getting rave reviews, you were just happy to support a queer love story- not that there was any stipulation about consensual love in the Devildom. It had been really cute and apparently greenlit after the author had spent some time in the human world, so when the third born had recommended it, you went in with an open mind and open heart.
It was that exact mentality that had allowed the anime to dig its knife in and twist. For the better part of the show, you were experiencing secondhand embarrassment for your own high school exploits and at one point you needed to ask Levi to pause so you could dig your nose into a pillow and scream. He doesn't seem to get it, just focuses on the idea that the protagonist is cringey, but it's so much more than that. As you clean up from breakfast, you try to focus on the water temperature and not the first time you'd developed a crush on someone of the same sex. After the fifth dish, Satan needs to tug you by the collar before you stick your head in the sink to try and drown the memory.
The you who had taken the chance to sniff your crush was long gone, grown up from such childish acts and no longer ignorant to creepy behaviour. Still, the memory played in your head like a broken record and you find yourself gripping your bag too tightly as you walk the distance to R.A.D. Mammon rushes to join you and you focus on the soft bounce of his hair as he tries to play off how desperately he'd been trying to catch up to you. Something about his own cute behaviour makes it easier to reflect on yours. Maybe it wouldn't be agonizing to think about the time you'd drawn yourself kissing your crush only for them to find it later and show it off to their frien-
"It would be weird if someone sniffed you right?" The words help stop the sound of your mind, but they come out almost strained. At least strained enough that Mammon jumps at the volume and then gives you a weird look before nodding.
"Uh.. Y-yeah. That'd be weird." He hesitates at your obvious tension but seems to think about it a little longer. "I mean... depending on who it is..." And why does that actually make you feel more uneasy? Sparing a look over at him, your own judgment seems to be pooling into your eyebrows. "W-Well like-! If it were me I-" He cuts himself off when you two lock eyes, his face going a deep red. The implication sits heavy and that embarrasses you and makes your heart ache. "'Cause I'm so popular! And o-obviously, everyone wants ta' get close to The Great Mammon!" He sticks the landing but stomps on the warm feeling when he does.
"Right..." You offer but the whole thing has killed your intense embarrassment. He laughs at his own jokes and clearly tries to swap subjects, but when you don't meet his energy, still falling into your own mind repeatedly, he seems to calm down too. His voice lowers and then there's silence between you two- which is exactly what you don't want. It might be best to think of something to say, at least to get him to fill the silence. If you're left in your head, you'll definitely transport back to those embarrassing days in the cafeteria, making eyes at someone and thinking they would never notice.
"Hey..." His voice is a welcome distraction, and you turn to him with more intensity. While he doesn't recoil this time, he does look away. "Is there... someone... you wanted to sniff?" He says the words like they're a secret and you have trouble finding an answer. Between explaining the anime you'd watched or your devastating childhood, there's no clear answer and you just kind of smile crooked and shrug at him. After examining your face for a little longer he turns away again and you're back in your head with the silence.
Mammon was probably weirded out by now, so you try not to push too much more than you already have. He's the popular type that makes friends easy, so he's not usually awkward unless it's about money or love. Someone told you once that if you avoid those things in conversation, you can be friends with anyone, but thinking too hard on when you heard it begins another spiral. Wringing your hands together helps to focus you on your body but you're teetering until your companion steps closer and whispers something to you like the thought alone might kill him. "Hey..." You offer him another look, just enough to let him know you're present. "If... If ya' wanted to smell me... I wouldn't... I'd be alright with that." Then he turns his head because he can't bear to face you.
Something happens then. The soft morning breeze in his white hair, the way his blush stains his dark skin- he's adorable and the request isn't awkward or uncomfortable. It makes your head spin a little, but you find yourself caught up in the moment and lean into him. His face tenses with the surprise but he just tilts his chin up and turns so you can get a proper whiff of his neck and despite how the thought had made you physically react earlier; you lean in all the same.
The scent is expensive but natural. His usual, leather and gold polish cologne gives you a headache, especially with how much he packs on, but this one is light enough to have you leaning in further. When your nose bumps his Adam’s apple, he makes a weak noise, and you pull back with a fluster all your own. The moment hangs between you two until you right yourselves and continue the walk to school. Nothing is said in the time he crosses his arms behind his head and turns away and the time you reach the front gates. The only silver lining is that you're too caught up thinking about the scent of him to get lost in another anguishing memory.
In the middle of class, you notice that he's staring at you and you and when you lock eyes to ask what's up, he scribbles something on a paper before passing it to you. It all feels really juvenile and you're reminded of being 15 again in a very different way. 'So?' is all it reads and you stare at it with too much intensity before he pulls it back with a scowl and red cheeks. 'So? How did I smell?' comes back the edit and you stare down at it for a second as your own face flushes to match his own.
Finding the conviction isn't easy, but when you do, you scribble back an answer and try to focus on the front of the lecture hall again. He reads it and you can see his dumb smile in your peripheral before he's scooting a little closer to you on the bench. Scribbling another note, he lets it fall beside you hand and side-eyes you until you grab it. 'Recognize it?' and you squint down at the paper before turning to him and shaking your head. It was familiar, that's probably why you liked it, but you couldn't hazard a guess as to how it might be. He kisses his teeth and slumps into his hand, his pout so genuine you feel a little guilty for not remembering. He stays quiet about it until class ends.
Nothing comes from it until lunch when he waves you down before you can approach the line. He'd bought you both lunch and practically drags you out into the courtyard somewhere. The area is totally still and devoid of people and for some reason, you're nervous as you sit on a bench. Offering you the meal, Mammon brings up the note from earlier and asks you again "Still don't remember it eh?" He's pouting still, but clearly, he's not upset with you. With a full mouth, you shake your head at him. Another kiss of his teeth but he settles into it. You both eat in silence for a short time before he decides to speak up.
"It was last year." The sound of his voice almost catches you off guard and you realize you'd been trying to find the memory again. "At that L'enfer cosmetics sale Asmo dragged us to?" That sounds familiar and with the baseline, you try to recall the scene. It comes to you then, less vivid than your moments of embarrassment, but you can see it in your mind's eye all the same. Nodding, though you can't recall the specifics, seems to satisfy him. "We spent a full hour smellin' all of the scents that Asmo wanted to. He even brought coffee beans to help discern between 'em all." That sparked the day up like a lightbulb.
It had been hours of Asmo shoving bottles in your face, followed by a tin of coffee, over and over until you helped him discover his new 'signature' scent. It was ridiculous but had been a lot of fun. You'd even found a scent that you'd bought for Mammon, because it had so immediately smelled like him that you couldn't leave without making sure he had a bottle. Turning to him on the bench, his expression is serious, searching yours for what's just come back. "It's the same bottle I bought you?" and that same squeeze plays in your chest.
"Well... not the same bottle. Same scent though." He turns to look out towards the manicured hedges. The soft pink on his dark skin screams his satisfaction that you'd remembered, and you snort a little involuntarily. He settles back into the bench, continuing his lunch as you try to piece together your emotions and when everything seems to begin to click, he offers more. "Y'know earlier... when ya' asked about smelling me... I thought it was about the cologne." Mammon doesn't face you, but something seems to click into place.
Anguish from your teenage antics had skewed your opinion on your actions. Much like they had in high school, getting in your head was you getting in your own way. While taking a sniff of someone without their consent was weird, here with Mammon, with history and familiarity, the meaning behind the action changed drastically. The greed boy wanted you to smell him. Hell, he'd been wearing a cologne you picked out for him just because you'd picked it. Maybe in high school it was embarrassing and a terrible memory, but it was different now- different with him. Your mind wanders back to the anime from the night before and you find yourself asking dumb questions before you can remind yourself of objective truths.
"So, if I asked to sketch you, you wouldn't mind." He seems to start a little but shakes his head after thinking about it. "And if I drew us together, holding hands and being friends, you wouldn't think that was weird?" He snorts and shakes his head, giving you an amused kind of grin now. "And if I just started rambling about something weird, I liked, you'd listen without judging me for it? Without thinking I was a creep?" His smile spreads like a cat and he makes a comment about how you're always a creep and he likes you just fine. You whap him in the arm then, but it feels warm.
The thing about high school is that you're young and learning new things about yourself and the world around you- but so is everyone else. For every embarrassing thing you'd done, someone else had done something they thought was worse. The people who never learn from their mistakes are the ones who have the hardest wake-up calls when they grow, but the ones who dwell on their worst selves are getting in their own ways. Living is hard, and as you stare out at the sculpted foliage, you're reminded where you are right now.
The second born scoots closer to you, even makes a show of yawning so he can drape his arm on the back of the bench. It's all very sweet, and a decision is made in the moment he brushes his thumb to your shoulder. "Mammon." He turns to look at you, keeping a pout to hide his fluster. "Do you want to go out with me?" It doesn't have to be harder than that. "On a date, I mean." His face gets so hot you can feel it and when you laugh it's involuntary. Why are you tripping over yourself, caught up in things that happened years back, when the only person you want to remember your advances has been waiting for you to make them.
Your demon never answers you outright, just nods and makes a strained, stuttery comment about how you sure took your sweet time. It's fine of course since Mammon is terribly awkward about money and love. It makes it feel more even when he refuses to look at you and still tightens his grip around your shoulders. He'd been your number one from the hop and the cologne business just solidified that you weren't fifteen anymore and you could move on from those embarrassing hang ups. It might be clumsy, you might forget every little thing he does for you, but you like each other and that's enough. If years down the line, you're embarrassed about your actions and find that you can't forget about them, you'll at least be able to remember the way he smells and the warmth of his body against yours. Until then, for both your sakes, you'll just have to do your best.
I have been fully uninspired lately and I’m so sorry for it. Thank you for the mind words and I read every tag in reblogs, y’all are wonderful, thank you 😭
No pairing but Asmo centric. Rated T because for some reason I keep writing about getting piss drunk and whining. I’m on some shit, it seems.
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Scrolling on your phone wasn't meant to last so long but these things get away from you often. You had been sprawled out on the couch in the main room of the House of Lamentation and when you feel the sensation of a hand on your lower back it nearly scares the soul from your body. You'd been absorbed and the touch, while gentle, was like a shock to your system. You almost whip yourself around but then the soft touch turns into the sensation of a face against your lower back. That stops you for a completely different reason and when your mind comes back to you, you try to turn your head to see who it could be.
There wasn't anyone in the house or outside of it that you were romantic with but the longer they nuzzle into the dip in your back, the more you feel the tingly sensation of someone else's warmth. There's no way your neck could accommodate finding out who's there, so you grab your phone to try and use the camera for support. Except that once you unlock it, your timeline refreshes and you get sucked back into the never-ending scroll. It starts with the idea that you'll only watch the video that's in front of you but then it ends and you mindlessly swipe to the next one. That repeats a few times until you stop having that moment of realization and completely forget why you'd even wanted to pull yourself off the damn app in the first place.
Whoever is on your back has gone still and that exact lack of motion puts you back into your trance. When Leviathan comes into the room and makes an affronted noise, you barley register it over the third cooking video you've watched in a row. He's usually pretty loud and easily embarrassed so you let it go as white noise, until the head on your back lifts and whines at him for being too loud. You'd forgotten they were there, so now, reminded of it, you take the chance to twist a little and see Asmodeus, makeup running, curl back against you. The sight startles you out of your trance.
Immediately, you've wriggled your way out from beneath him and sat up straight to hold onto him. He whines, boneless in your grasp and as you pull him into a cuddle to check on him, you catch the scent of demonus on his breath. He's absolutely plastered and you check your phone to see what time it is. Someone had told you earlier he had a party to go to, and you'd even seen a video of him out at a club. It wasn't early, but it felt too soon for him to be home from a night of drinking and dancing. You pet his head as he curls himself against you and give Levi a look that pleads for assistance.
"You didn't come out with uss" The party demon slurs against your chest and you blink down at his accusation. He's pretty far gone so you try not to take his poking at your ribs personally. "I waited for you on the dancefloor and you never came! I even bought you drinks and had to drink them myself!" His voice is wet with unshed tears, and you don't know what to say. For several reasons. Levi returns a few moments later with a glass of water and you take it, feeding the liquid to Asmodeus with some difficulty. "Why did you abandon me?" Levi gives you a look that dances between disappointment and understanding. As a shut-in, he's probably struggling with pushing the blame when he, himself would never join in on an event like that.
Without thinking, you apologize, but you're not even sure he hears you. Manicured nails poke into your shoulder repeatedly and you grit your teeth through it. When he starts slapping at your shoulder and denying your apologies, you look to Levi again for help, but the gamer is slowly peeling out of the room. When Asmodeus starts whapping you with his fists, you yelp at the surprise and demand Levi come back to help you. He immediately grabs Asmodeus by the wrists and pulls him to sit back on the couch with some ease. For another demon, Asmo is probably light and delicate, for you, he weighs as much as any man might. Not that you'd ever tell him that.
"Asmo, honey, I'm sorry I didn't come out with you. I didn't even know you were going out until I saw you were already partying." You pet his head and he whines and curls away from you and into his brother's arms. He accuses you of lying and complains louder and less coherently, but you just give him the same nervous look you give Leviathan. You both shrug and try to soothe his drunken tirade but nothing seems to calm him down. When Mammon scampers into the room, you turn to him like he might save you from whatever cycle of torment this is.
"There ya' are." He's got a bottle and a towel in hand, and you instantly recognize them as the lust demon's makeup remover. With a few soft reassurances, Mammon's managed to lather up his brother's face and is talking him through whatever scenario he's yelling at you about. When Asmodeus is slurring out the wait time procedure for his skin care to Levi, the eldest of the three leans over to you with a pained grimace. "He realized halfway through the night you weren't with us and lost it." Sputtering out a protest, he only shakes his silver hair to quiet you. "Nah, don't sweat it. He didn't even remember to invite ya', I dug through his phone to check when he was half-pissed and sobbing on the bartender" Something about that makes you feel both better and worse.
The lust demon begins tugging on Mammon's jacket and that's when he pulls his attention back to his brother. With less care than usual, he wipes off the solution and tells Asmodeus to get up so they can continue his skin care in his room. Despite the protests and the constant grabbing at you, they both inevitably leave. Both you and Leviathan are sat on the couch recovering from the whirlwind that was Asmodeus when he turns to you with furrowed brows. "Did I hear Mammon say they hadn't even invited you?". The way your shoulders slouch is the only answer he gets but that's where the exciting part of you night ends.
The next day, Mammon whispers to you as he walks by, a quick 'don't be mad at him' before flashing you a grin and walking out of the house spinning his car keys on a finger. Nothing had really happened yesterday, so you decide you can go along with that request and when you enter the dining room, Asmodeus offers you a wide smile like nothing had happened at all. "Good morning, Hon!! Are you hungry? I made a super nutritious and cleansing breakfast for the two of us!" He chirps as you come to sit beside him. Then he's leaning on you and offering you the luxurious parfait he'd spent all morning preparing. It's all very fancy and you decide you should probably let him know you aren't upset. Before you can though, he leans in and shifts his expression.
"So uhm... About last night hon. I may or may not have done something... inappropriate." He's never been embarrassed by his actions before, so you give him a soft head pat and assure him it's going to be fine. Despite usually taking the out, he lets out wobbly laugh and then straightens back up in his chair. "Maybe you should look at the evidence before you just forgive me, okay?" This feels strange coming from him and you take his phone when he offers it to you. His Fab Snap account shows all the videos from last night and you give him another confused look as you consider them. You'd see them when he was out but he only swallows and leans over to reveal more of the description. Something clicks and you worry it was your teeth.
He offers you another list of apologies as you read through his heartbroken rambling in each of these video descriptions. Every single one had some long, poetic drawl about heartbreak and how he'd only wanted to give you the world and you'd stood him up. That was fine, just a drunken mistake, but the actual threats in the comments made your shoulders tense. The army of fan-demons that chased Asmodeus had declared war on you and as you sat next to him, you consider how seriously you should fear for your life. Offering him a nervous stare, he throws his arms around you and apologizes again and again. "I'm so sorry! I posted a video this morning in apology, but I don't know if everyone's seen it yet! Don't be upset alright? You love me so much, I couldn't bear the thought of you being upset!"
While it is a little nerve wrecking to be on the wrong end of his adoring fans, you can't bring yourself to be that upset. Scared? Yeah, a little. Nervous? Definitely. Upset? Eh. This was just another antic Asmodeus pulled and if you couldn't roll with the punches by now, then there would be no hope for you at all. You pet his head and kiss his nose, and he seems to come back to his calm demeanour- he even blushes a little bit at your exasperated smile. "It's fine Asmo. It could be worse right? Just means I need to stay home until everyone's had a chance to look at your latest story." He looks absolutely smitten with you as you return to your breakfast.
The rest of your day is spent doing various self-care routines with the lust demon as an apology. While there isn't class today, you intend to overwrite all his drunken rambling with a series of fun posts. Face-masks, spa-treatments and manicures fill the hours, and you even manage to convince some of his brothers to join you. Before you can receive any personal death threats, Asmo's timeline is overflowing with images of the lot of you having fun and enjoying each other's company. At the end of the day, while you're getting comfortable in the lust-demon's luxurious bed beside an unconscious Belphie, you lean in close to the man in the dark. "Hey, Asmo." He snuggles closer to you, the hushed voices and soft sheets making the moment something secret between you two. "Next time there's a big party, remember to invite me, okay?"
"Aughh! I thought you'd forgiven me already! Booo!" He whines and wriggles and you can't help but laugh in the dark room. You weren't mad, not really. Not when you knew he loved you as much as he did. If anything, the reason you were upset at all would only be because you'd spent your evening yesterday absorbed on your phone rather than with him. The thought of that kind of bums you out, but he agrees to invite you and reassures you that you're always welcome wherever he is. "I promise the next party we go to will be all about you, okay?" You don't need all of that, and you tell him, but something about the conviction in his eyes makes you agree anyway.
I! Am Sorry! I had a TERRIBLE day yesterday and the thought of writing sounded impossible. Even today, it was a little hard to get me to scribble this out, but it's here!
Lucifer x Gn!Reader!. Rated PG for treating ancient demons like annoying kids. Does anyone else play single player horror games with friends and just switch the controller around? Honestly, that's how I relax way more than reading a book. Oops.
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You just wanted to read. It shouldn't have been as hard as everyone was making it. "Fuck offff" you finally let out after the third loud shriek that makes you physically jump. Maybe you wouldn't have cared as much if Mammon hadn't let out the noise an inch from your head. His white hair bounces around him when he whips his head towards you, an expression of betrayal in his eyes as he fights down his discomfort. You scowl at him in turn.
"Guys, you know Mammon's a weak little baby about horror games, why are you forcing him to play it?" The greed demon squawks at you but you show more teeth and glare over his shoulder at Asmodeus. The model is holding his phone up like Mammon's reactions are better than his reflection and you have half a mind to throw the thing across the room.
"It's because he's such a baby!" Mammon yells again but no one's paying attention to him. "His expressions, his false bravado- everyone in the stream is going crazy for it! Though, they'd definitely go more crazy for my handsome-" You stand and walk out before he can finish his sentence. You've heard enough and you're plenty done with this now that it's confirmed there's no chance of respite from it.
As you leave, you can hear Mammon whine something about you being his emotional support human and you roll your eyes the whole way to the staircase. Normally, you'd go to the library or your bedroom, but there was never a certainty in it. Today, you decided to go somewhere no one would dare bother you again.
Remembering to knock, you wait a moment before opening Lucifer's door. The teleport spell doesn't fire- either because of your pact or because he just disabled it specifically for you, but you breathe a small sigh of relief before dragging your feet to his luxurious couch. Despite the expensive nature and Lucifer's usual polish, it's incredibly comfortable. You sprawl out like you own the thing and get comfortable as you jump back into your book. No one would walk by and see you in here, which meant no one would rally the rest of their brothers to come hangout wherever you were.
Though you had intended to read, at some point you wake up to the sensation of arms around your waist and a head on your diaphragm. It startles you a moment and then your fingers find horns and hair reflexively, petting Lucifer as he drops his proud demeanour and snuggles you like a lap dog. This interruption you can allow but you still pout and huff like you're upset until he lifts his head to fix you with tired crimson.
"I'm impatient and exhausted. Just say what it is you want, I promise to do it" The fight is gone and the words come out muffled against your sweater. He must really be on empty if he's not even pretending to be suave. You kiss your lips and tug on his dress shirt until he lets out his own huff and relents to your whim. Then, with a great deal of effort, he manages to crawl up your body and collapse on top of you. When he kisses you, it's chaste and clumsy and you both start laughing into it.
"Wow, that bad huh? Did you eat at least?" He nods but then lets his head fall to your shoulder.
"Somehow, I found a sandwich in the only clear spot on my desk." He smiles, eyes still closed but then you're laughing again and shaking your head.
"Firefly, I made that for lunch. What time is it now?" He goes still and groans but you can't quite move enough under his weight to check.
"Late." You click your tongue and try to wriggle out of his grasp. "Too late to eat anything. Don't go." Your struggling stops but you pout and whine against his ear.
"You're not going to even ask why I'm here?" Tangling your fingers into his hair, you scratch at his scalp and he moans. "It's a great story, I swear"
"Doesn't matter. You're here. Goodnight." He curls tighter around you and the way he won't even humour you makes your heart squeeze for him. It doesn't matter why you're here really, only that you are.
"Not even the bed, then?" He grunts but doesn't move. Looks like there won't be anymore reading tonight and you use a quick spell to turn off the lights as you pull him more comfortably against you. "Goodnight Lucifer" and he lets out another soft noise, this one further gone than before. "Tomorrow, we'll have an nice breakfast." He nods and grumbles agreement "And maybe I'll finish my book." Another little grunt. "And then maybe we could-"
"Fuck off" He whines against your cheek and you yelp out a cackle. When he joins in, you know he's talked to his brothers before calling it a night. The two of you snicker together, Lucifer in delirium and you in deep affection until he offers you a final kiss and settles back against your neck. "Alright, my lamb. Let me sleep. We'll have a date tomorrow."
There's no need to answer that, so you just kiss his temple and let him get as comfortable as he likes. When sleep takes you again, it's with a light heart and the knowledge that tomorrow you'll finish your damn book.
Hey so this was in response to a request I received in my inbox. I love this man so please let him comfort you after a long day doing who knows what! I always default to ordering in and watching a show as a comfort thing but I know I'm not alone. (If y'all tell me how you decompress, maybe I'll include it in a fic??)
Diavolo x Gn!Reader! Rated PG for comfort and vague descriptions of food (It's pad thai in my head- it always is) but I mean, pretend in whatever way you like!
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Wide hands slide along your shoulders and knead into the sore muscle there. His larger size usually dwarfs you in comparison, but today, you feel microscopic beneath the tissue deep massage your boyfriend is giving you. Placing a soft kiss at your neck helps you relax your shoulders, but he doesn't push too far. Every bit of contact is a silent question, and you melt into his touch as he tries to find exactly what you need in this situation. It doesn't take long of course, not when Diavolo is as astute as he is. One thing you can be certain about is that your man knows how to read you like a book, and he'll always try to relieve any mood you're in.
A few more feather-light kisses to your neck helps melt away the tension and the longer you let him work at it, the more you forget about the day you've had. Or you try to, but the persistent itch of the jack-ass public and needing to keep yourself polite during the most audacious behaviour sits deeper in your bones than any massage could remove. If you'd come back to an empty home, you would have collapsed and sobbed yourself hoarse- honestly, you might still- but the constant, solid presence of the king of hell makes it a little less appealing. Just a little less.
At some point, you'd insisted on keeping up with your usual tasks and activities. Helping with shops, studying whatever piqued your interest and -strangest of all to the prince- taking on shift work. It felt comfortable and made you feel less dependent on your partner's status to work odd jobs; despite the misery it could leave you with sometimes. While he didn't really understand it himself, Diavolo respected your right to live your life and do as you please, his only complaint had been that it seemed to push you to anguish on worse days.
Today was one of those, obviously, and despite the massage he'd immediately begun when you sat on the couch, nothing felt okay right now, and it was obvious to you both that you were going to cry despite everyone's efforts. A moment more and then he's sliding his hands away from you to circle the couch and collect you in his arms. Once in his lap, large hands rubbing soothing circles into your hip and back, you feel all of your guard finally crumble and it begins. He hums against your forehead when the first tears fall and by the time you're gasping out your sobs, you're pressed firmly against him as he whispers reassurances into your hair.
There had never been secrets between you two, but at some point, you'd found yourself worried to bother him with your issues. Everything had felt mundane against the fate of hell, and you'd wanted to save him the heartache of watching you cry. It had taken several conversations and a full week of his own spiral before you'd finally come around to the idea that he wanted to be there to help you, regardless of if it added weight to his day. "I love you" he'd nearly pleaded, on his knees, head in your lap "I want to be your home, your confidant, your safety and peace of mind. Please, let me comfort you. Don't make me choose between my birthright and my partner, because I will cast away this crown without hesitation." The declaration had been so earnest that you were worried he really would just elope with you and leave the realm to chaos.
Since then, you'd made it a point to come to him first. Regardless of if he were in a meeting or hosting a lavish event for the most prestigious demon elite, one downcast look from you and he was at your side and in your arms. It had embarrassed you once, but now it made you feel supported in a way you hadn't been. Because that was the crux of what Diavolo had wanted to do for you. He adored you and the best way he knew to show it was to remind you that above all else, you were his priority.
It's basically carving itself into you with the soft way he pets your hair and kisses your ears. Every motion, every breath is for you and when you let out a small wail of a groan into his chest, he pulls you away only to wipe your face with a tissue. It's weird, having someone offer to help you blow your nose but you curl closer to him when he insists and laugh a little into the odd feeling. Diavolo's soft smile feels like your own little treasure and when you're able to voice your regulation, he asks you a question in a soft, easy tone.
"Are you craving anything, my love?" From behind you, he pulls out his phone and shows you a message thread to his butler. It always stirs your guilt when Barbatos ends up doing you favours as well, but it seems they're both ahead of you on this one. Barbatos' words are stern and insistent, and you consider what comfort foods you might want from the human realm as Diavolo continues to pet you jaw and rub your back. No one rushes you- one of the perks of having a teleporting butler- but you feel yourself fighting to speak when their consideration hits you. When you shake your head, you're overwhelmed with another wave of guilt but the prince is having none of it.
"Shh, my crown. I know. Leave it to me, I know." He proves it when he shoots a text and then kisses away your tears. As he holds you, he whispers affirmations that make you curl against him, all the words and confirmations that you'd had to force yourself to remember through your day come now, carried on the sound of his voice. The words come like his favourite song and with each specific verse of praise you feel yourself cry just a little harder knowing that he knows you to your core. When Barbatos arrives sometime later, you don't even notice him enter and leave the room, only that something smells great.
Diavolo doesn't even try to get your attention, instead waiting for you to flush your agony out before offering you something to refuel. When you shift in his lap, he's already pulling the coffee table closer to you, the food laid out in gorgeous spread, and it takes you too long to realize he'd picked your comfort restaurant. You loved this food and he knew it; he knew everything about you of course. Before spinning you around in his lap, he offers you one more kiss, this time soft and patient to your lips. It sends the same warmth from his hands through your core and when he smiles, the soft gleam of his yellow eyes feels like a blanket you didn't know you needed.
"I don't remember the last time I was able to try these dishes." He keeps his voice low, unwilling to risk your discomfort. "The last time you went to the restaurant, you invited Lucifer I believe." You can hear the pout in his voice but it's light, lighter than you've felt all day. The prince lets you prepare your plate and then settles you back against him, unwilling to release you, even as you eat. "I admit, I was jealous..." He nuzzles his nose against your ear as you put the first vegetable into your mouth. It's savory and delicious and the way he comforts you feels perfect. After half the plate is gone you offer him some as well and he refuses, insisting he's plenty full just watching you eat.
There's an argument there, a back and forth about wanting to share a meal and inevitably, he relents and joins you. Over your dinner, you manage to find the words and explain to him why your spirit had been so damaged today and he's as patient when you well up again, as he is when you unconsciously raise your voice to describe something infuriating. Diavolo doesn't interject and he doesn't offer any advice; he just listens until you're satisfied and then leans closer to kiss you in a reassuring way. Melting into a little, you relish in the flavour of noodles and sauce on his tongue. It's the most home you've felt since you closed the castle door behind you.
The prince just stares into your eyes when you pull away, and you settle into his comfort. The usual gold of his stare feels like sunset in this moment, and you were ready to just relax back into him until you notice he's almost vibrating behind his smile. It looks just a little strained, like he's desperate to say something and you feel safe enough to focus on him a moment. "My king?" He always melted a little when you called him that, and in this moment, it was the perfect choice. His easy smile wobbles and he lets out a soft whine before lurching forward and wrapping you in his arms again. The motion topples you both onto the couch and your grateful you'd put down the plates before he'd lost his grip on his calm demeanour.
"Say the word. Give me a name." He lifts himself to cage you against the cushions and you burst out laughing at the frantic energy he's no longer hiding. Diavolo was kind and wonderful and knew very well how to play the role of the well-mannered prince, but he also loved you like a dog and found himself at your feet any moment you suffered even the smallest issue. With your soul settled and your emotions evening out, you find endless charm in the way he threatens to take out anyone who hurt you, especially the nameless assholes who'd wronged you today. Pulling him down into a kiss seems to soothe his urgency but he still pouts when you pull away. "I want every moment you spend in the Devildom to fill you with joy." The look in his eyes makes you want to comfort him instead.
"I know, Dia. That's just not how it works though." Another soft kiss and he huffs out against your chin like a spoiled child. "Some days will be amazing." You offer him a kiss and stroke his cheek, the soft way your eyes lock relays more of your love than words could and he pulls you impossibly closer into his warm arms. "And some days will be absolute dog-shit." He whines against your jaw and you know he only wants to make your life wonderful. "It's okay, baby." He melts a little at the pet names "That's part of the whole thing." He doesn't seem convinced, but he continues to pepper kisses along your jaw as you speak. "So long as I can come home to you, I could handle anything the three realms could threaten me with."
At some point, he pulls himself off your neck and kisses you with more meaning than he'd been willing to earlier. While all his attention had been on ensuring you were reassured and emotionally satisfied, now you can feel the heat in his lips. It's warm and welcome and while you're sure it won't go anywhere crazy, it makes you feel content in the knowledge that your misery and tears were never something you should have been scared to show him. In every moment of the time you spend together, Diavolo has made a point of making you feel seen and sane. You're allowed to experience your feelings, encouraged to react and become absorbed in a moment and it all feels so freeing. You kiss him again, matching his energy but placing a hand on shoulder to set the boundary. He knows immediately what you mean.
"You are the most amazing person I have ever met." He whispers against your lips when you pull away, warm, smiley, and content. "Regardless of what you may face, you always steel yourself enough to push through it. You...." His eyes flit between yours and your lips before he gives into the urge to kiss you again. "You are so strong, so beautiful- I adore you more than you could ever know." When he whispers your name, it's said with reverence. "I will always be here to welcome your home." He kisses you sweet and firm and you melt a little into it. When you pull away this time, he struggles a little to peel himself away from you, but he's got one more trick up his sleeve to ensure you're fully satisfied and comfortable after the day you've had.
"Alright, my crown. How about a shower and some comfortable clothes? Then, if you'd like, we can curl up and watch that show you enjoy, or maybe a movie if you'd prefer?" His smile is back, the need to soothe replaced by his inherent adoration. You can't help but give him a look, asking a question that he's quick to answer. "I'll be here to clean up. Come back to me when you're done, all right? If you should need anything, I'm happy to come running." With a kiss, you're away to the bathroom while he tidies up dinner. You'd normally love a shower together, but you're sure it would escalate to something more.
Returning to the couch, you find him changed into loungewear and checking his phone. It's in moments like this that the prince of hell looks like any other man might. He's soft and welcoming and the way he looks up towards you makes your heart swim in the same warmth his arms had provided. Diavolo adored you, worshipped the ground you walked on and if you wanted to continue living dangerously or in a way that would worry him sometimes, he'd be your number one supporter. He'd also be right there the minute you said you were done and wanted to be spoiled forever after. He was your king, and you were his crown, and now- clean and cozy- you offer him a big smile and laugh when he whines.
"Come my love, your throne awaits." Rushing forward, you take a seat in his lap and revel in the love that radiates off him as you cozy up for the night.
I know I’m late but he HAD A PONYTAIL ARE YOU KIDDING ME? We were ROBBED- please understand i went fucking feral when I saw the Sinner’s Choice. Guys I’m… unwell. Send help. (Don’t, I’m right where I wanna be)
Barbatos x Gn!Reader! Rated T for that fucking aghhhhhhhhghAHHHH hairstyle and his kick my ass cruel little smirk.
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The blood rushes to your ears and you feel your head spin with the sensation. It's too hot in your body and too cold in the room and when Solomon tries to get your attention again you barely register his voice. He and Asmodeus are staring at you with differing levels of concern and while you try to process the new information, you can feel your mouth water and fingers shake. There's suddenly too much saliva and before you can realize your mouth is even open, the lust demon reaches forward to wipe away the drool. Even hearing your name sounds like you're underwater.
"I take it you've never seen your lover like this?" Solomon looks towards his pact and then your wide-eyed, red-faced trance. It's the motion of him pulling away the photo album that snaps you back and you lurch forward involuntarily to hold onto the book. The almost feral look you give him makes him recoil and he lifts both hands in surrender as you pull the tome back into your lap to stare at the photo of your boyfriend. Asmodeus laughs then and you think you hear his camera go off but you're too distracted with this new fascination to care what either of them does.
Solomon manages to finally get you home only after he's given you the pictures in question and as he helps lead you through the House of Lamentation, you hear your name again, this time from different voices. The fifth born speaks, probably explaining your behaviour but before you can really come back to your body, you feel Lucifer's hand on your waist. "If old pictures are all it takes to bring out this obsessed side of you, then perhaps I should have let you peruse my personal photo albums as well." It works. Your head snaps so hard towards the eldest that your neck cracks a little and you hear someone hiss. Even Lucifer flinches at the action and you hear how rough your voice sounds when you demand he shows you. Maybe he wanted to tease you a little, but anyone that comes between you and your prize would suffer terribly.
Then, without delay, you're all in Lucifer's study as he brings out a photo album to where you're sat down. In the large armchair he has for business meetings, you quickly flip the book open on your knees and start darting your eyes around like a bloodhound. There's another comment about your behaviour but you can't tell who it's from and you don't care enough to think about it right now. There's one goal, one reason you've become so unwell and you're desperate for more of a hit. The sensation like fire in your brain when you find another photo, another bit of proof that splatters against your ribs and spreads like molten rock through your nervous system. You let out a noise, and everyone responds with their own mix of concern and humour.
Almost everyone leaves then, save for Lucifer, Solomon, Satan, and Belphie. The younger brothers make themselves busy searching through Lucifer's personal study while the sorcerer talks at length about something or another. You're too strung out to really pay attention to anything and when you lean close enough towards the book to press your nose to the page, Lucifer has to physically tug you back into the armchair and make a threat. You again, don't hear him, but your body recognizes the gesture well enough to sit properly.
You don't know how long you're allowed to sit there but when Solomon stops talking, checking his phone, you're reminded of his presence when he says the name of your current focus. Snapping your head towards the sorcerer makes both him and the pride demon jump again. At this point, you might as well be a rabid animal they're worried to aggravate. Solomon snaps a photo of you and laughs but Lucifer looks exasperated. "How much longer do you intend to stain my seats while you stare at old photographs?" The sentiment makes you blush a little, but his concern is valid. You realize you're drooling again and wipe it away before looking back down to the photos. He makes an irritated noise but then you're gone again for a short while. Until another voice steals your attention in the same way the photographs had.
Whipping yourself around in your seat, you nearly drop the album as you turn to stare at the demon entering the room. He greets Lucifer and Solomon and offers you a polished smile and a knowing look. For as much as you were drooling before, your mouth is suddenly bone dry. When he steps forward to greet you properly, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, you melt against the seat at the feel of his lips. He whispers your name and you really might ruin Lucifer's chairs. The peacock of a man grunts and you can't even turn to offer him an apology.
"If I had known you would react this way upon seeing old photos, I would have presented them to you myself." His white glove against your face feels like heavy teasing and you whine as you try to find your voice. It's hard to justify why you'd gone wild for the images, but he seems to understand all the same. Though, he still pretends not to know, just to hear your own confirmation for it. "Perhaps I should bring back some of those fashions? Maybe you're fond of my posture in those photos?" His smile edges into cruel and you feel another shift in the magma that settles in your abdomen.
"Barbie..." You almost whimper and you hear footsteps as Lucifer ushers the rest of his guests out of the room. He barks something at you both, but you can't really hear it, too busy trying not to absolutely lose your mind over your boyfriend. Before you know what, you're doing, you're on your knees on the chair, leaning up towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck. Barbatos leans into you and offers you another soft kiss, this time to your lips- but you can't accept such a soft gesture when you're as fried as you are.
The album clatters to the floor and for a moment you worry for its safety. Only a moment though, when the butler's hands come to wrap around you, grabbing at your ass and lifting you from the chair and into his arms you can't think of a single other thing. You hadn't even noticed when he'd shifted forms but as you're carried through the portal he builds, you see the book wrapped in his tail and wonder if he'll sit you in his lap and look at old photos together. Then, you're sprawled out on his mattress and the photo album is the last thing on your mind.
Lips meet lips and hands find skin. Before you even know how you got here, you're both shirtless grabbing at each other for dear life. Wen your hand slides up his spine to his nape, you expect to feel something that isn't there and the disappointment actually makes you click your tongue in irritation. He stops then, pulling away with a deep chuckle and a soft bite to your lip. "Were you expecting it to still be there? It's been thousands of years since I had long hair like that." And you knew that. The photos of him with a ponytail were ancient but since it had been all your brain wanted to focus on today, you had reflexively gone for it. Pouting away from him doesn't seem to stop his amusement and when he returns to kiss at your neck and shoulders, you melt into his sheets again.
"What can I do to convince you to grow it back out?" He chuckles again and you let it vibrate through you, rolling yourself up to press against him. "I'm so serious, Barbie." He only laughs harder, pulling you closer against him until the only noise you make is a whimper.
"I know, my love. But it wouldn't fit my current station." You groan, in pleasure and in frustration. He's right of course, it would probably get in the way, but you can dream damnit. "Would you have liked to run your fingers through my hair?"
Another groan and another laugh and you decide whether you want to be honest and tell him you'd have liked to pull it in a situation like this one. When you bite your lip and give him another yearning stare, he seems to understand just fine. He arches an eyebrow and lets out a hum of thought before closing the distance and kissing you deeply. "Perhaps." Is all he says before your attention is elsewhere completely. His hands, his tongue, his body against yours is overwhelming and wonderful and after spending all day staring at old, delicious photos of your man, getting to have him feels like victory.
Later, when you're sated and clean, he curls around you and pulls out his phone. "Shall I share some of my favourite photos with you?" The thought of something more to stoke the embers makes you a little nervous. Of course you want to see them, but if they get you any hotter, you won't be able to move tomorrow. He only laughs and kisses your cheek in response. "You'll be fine, here." And then his phone is in front of you.
The photos he's showing you are of yourself. A series of your dumb, slack jawed expression from today. He's compiled a few but you get the feeling everyone took a chance to snap a photo. Burying your head into the pillow doesn't help and he kisses your shoulder before rolling you over to better see the images. "I can't imagine why you're embarrassed, darling. I'm completely infatuated with these images." He gives you a smug side eye, and you whine at the screen showing you drool as you stare at a photo of him. You look ridiculous, borderline zombified and his sadistic little grin makes you want to throw his phone across the room.
The next place you try to bury your face is his neck and he laughs when you feign little sobs. "My apologies, love." You don't lift your head, but he continues, kissing your hairline as penance. "Just as you were entranced by my old photos, I was elated with each image I was sent. Today, I hadn't a moment of peace. You were all I could think of, and every chance I could steal away, I was staring at these like gifts." You whine again but for a different reason now. Peeling yourself from his pulse, he smiles down at you, sincere. "I love you." He kisses you.
"You had a ponytail." You mutter out like an excuse.
"And now I have your heart." The noise you make is indignant and he's laughing into your next kiss.
I finished the poll fics, one for each char in order if demand, but now- now i am free to freak out about long haired barbie and do requests and sequels. But first- something self indulgent.
Mammon x Gn!Reader! Rated T for the process of parenthood. Just the concept. Lemme dream. Dang.
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"You'd make a good dad, Mamm'." the thought spills out and it pauses his hand on your head. You'd both just gotten back from a party and you were feeling a little worn out from the dancing and noise. Being here, laid out on his chest while he let you decompress before changing- it was comfortable and domestic. The thought had just spurred in your mind that if you two had a child, this would probably make them feel safe. He doesn't interrupt so you continue with your train of thought.
"My Mammon is always so good to me." It's half mumbled against his expensive shirt. "You always encourage me and try to take care of me. I love you." And you mean it. The two of you have been together for a few years now and despite practically being attached at the hip, you can never get enough of him. It makes sense you'd imagine a family, even if it's just once and if tonight had proven anything, it was that the man was nurturing and paid attention. Not that you ever doubted that for a second.
"Remember when Asmo ripped his blouse earlier?" He doesn't respond, but the question was rhetorical anyway "You matched your outfit to his just in case. You're so good, baby" He makes a weak noise but you're back in the memory. Asmodeus had flaunted a loose, bell-sleeved top made of a translucent mesh. While it was super fashionable, it had gotten caught on several things through the house before you'd even left- it was inevitable that it would get damaged. After seeing his brother's outfit for the night, Mammon had made a comment and rushed back to change, said he noticed a stain, but you caught immediately that any part of his outfit could swap with the fifth born's and still look good. It was intentional- most things were when Mammon was being responsible.
It had ripped- obviously- and your boyfriend casually swapped his jacket for the shirt, consoled his brother with a disinterested expression, and rushed to a V.I.P booth to mend the garment in secret. It had made you melt and saved Asmo's night, you made out with Mammon after that. "The party was really fun, but I think you were the highlight." Shuffling up his torso, you consider if you want to continue where you'd left off in the booth and give him a soft kiss instead. He'd end it early if he were too tired, but you hadn't expected him to not reciprocate at all.
Letting your eyes flutter open, you take in his expression with your own confused one. "Mamm'?" His jaw is insanely tense, and his face is the brightest red you've ever seen on him. Pulled into a thin line, his mouth stays shut and you try to find the point in which you'd embarrassed him. "Baby, what are you making that face for?" You lean down to kiss him again and when you put your hand up to cup his cheek, he shoves his face into it and screws his eyes shut. It feels like a child being too shy to say hello and you giggle involuntarily. "Hey, it's just me, yeah?" He groans into your palm but says nothing else.
He was adorable and his reaction has you feeling fluffy and sweet. Relaxing, you let your body curl against his and kiss his cheek a few times. It must have been commenting on his helping Asmo, but he'd been so generous all day. It's very rarely that you get to tease him so effectively and you decide that it's best to seize these opportunities when you can. "You remember how hard you worked today? All so we could even go out to the party at all?" There's another weak little noise and you giggle again, offering more, soft kisses to his cheek and tight jaw. "Lucifer was really grateful. He relies on you a lot, huh?"
Lucifer had been swamped with paperwork when Asmo had invited everyone to the party. He'd said nothing and then resigned to his study while everyone discussed the evening. If Mammon hadn't been in your lap when it happened, then you wouldn't even have noticed him disappear to chase the man. You sought them out two hours later with a snack and some coffee, intent on confirming if your boyfriend still wanted to go out. It was sweet to see him so focused on the work, especially since he was only doing it to help out his older brother. Standing in the doorway, you watched them for a moment and when Lucifer finally beckoned you over, it was with an easier disposition than he'd had all week. After a break, he'd even agreed to take a break and join everyone at the party for a short while.
"You looked so cute," you kiss a line up to his ear, keeping your voice low and sweet as you go "When you were trying to hold in how happy you were. Lucifer got to come have fun, and it was all thanks to you. My Mammon is so, so good." He whines and you giggle, continuing to kiss along his pulse, down to his collar. He'd been holding you before you started your torment and now you could feel exactly how much you were affecting him by how tight his grip had become. Though there were no words, you could practically hear him screaming and whining with each thing you had to say.
"And earlier this week" He makes a little sobbing noise "You brought Beel a snack during a test because you knew he was working hard?" More kisses and he writhes around beneath you "And when Levi won his fan event and got to meet a voice actor, you recorded all of his shows for him?" When you reach his sternum, you shuffle his jacket off his shoulders with some difficulty. It's hard to do when he refuses to let go of you, and when you try again, he pulls you so close you can hardly move. Laughing only tenses him further but then his nose is against your neck and he's finally responding to you.
"Yer tryna' kill me, aren't ya?" It's wobbly and soft and for a moment you're worried he's gonna deflate. Nuzzling against him is your answer but he let you ramble on so you stay quiet so he can do the same. "What's wrong with ya? Talkin' about my brothers- callin' me good- you even said I'd be-" He groans and grips you tight, then rolls you over so you're pressed into the back of the couch- trapped between the comfortable upholstery and his flustered skin. "I love you. I can't keep fallin' anymore- stop tryna' make me!" It's a whine and you think he might be tearing up.
Pressed together on his couch, you pet his hair and hold each other so close it almost hurts. Your boyfriend seems to be catching his breath, but you can't imagine what knocked it out of him. He makes little noises and grips you so tight it's a little painful, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world than in the arms of your lover and he clearly feels the same. "I love you Mammon" and he groans again before pressing you further into the couch. When you whine, he relents but never really lets go. He never reveals his face to you, hiding seems to be the only way he can find the courage to say romantic things.
"What am I supposed to do when you say all that stuff and look at me like I'm precious? Yer gonna set me on fire like that." He bites at your shoulder softly. "I can't get enough of ya. The way you smell, sound- the way ya taste and feel... I want it all, I want you forever. Yer mine- I'm yours. Just-" He swallows audibly and you kiss his crown to encourage him. "Just havin' ya here with me and my family is everything and I still want more." Mammon sounds almost dismayed by that and you find concern prod at the back of your mind, but before you can what else you could give him, he pulls away from your shoulder and manages to look you straight in the eyes.
Saphire blue stares you down and electricity dances up your spine. Something about the way he looks at you feels heavy, intense, and pointed. "I want ya. I want us." Suddenly, your mouth is dry and you lick your lips to try and solve the problem. His eyes dart to it a moment and you're sure the night won't end in making out, regardless of whether he's exhausted from the day. "If..." Blue falls away from you a moment, a moment's hesitation in his conviction "If yer thinkin' about..." He has to shut his eyes to say the next part "Kids... Then I- If it's with you, I mean..." Again, the demon's face flushes a deep red and you feel a lock click open in your head.
"Not now." The quickness seems to surprise him, but he's pushed passed the embarrassment a bit. "I do. With you. I want everything you could give me, baby, but for now..." Leaning in, you two share a soft, languid kiss and he melts into you, his tension oozing away until you're pressed together like puzzle pieces. "For now, I just want us. I want you and this and I want to be free to do whatever we want, whenever." When your boyfriend is responsible, it stirs a fire deep inside you that drives you crazy. Seeing him act like a reliable man, one who notices things and pays attention to the needs of others, makes you feel secure and seen in your love. Everything he offers you is considered and thoughtful and while that can translate into something more, it doesn't need to. Not while you're still enjoying the alone time you two get to spend like this.
He nods along to your words, but you can see a small pout forming on his lips. Your man had clearly taken well to the idea you think he'd be a good dad. It warms your stomach again, and just as it travels a little deeper you hear his soft, rumbling voice. "And... what do you wanna do now?" Blue dips deeper in shade and you feel yourself sinking into offer he's making.
"Right now?" He nods, waiting for your answer "You" Then he's leaning forward and kissing you deep and messy. He loves you so much, and you can feel it in every kiss and caress. One day, that may result in something else- a different kind of family- but for now, with his hands finding their way under your clothes, you decide that Mammon's efforts can be best spent on you- and if every time you call him 'good' seems to make him fall just a little further in love with you, then you’re happy to see how deep you get before the change.
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