Diavolo Human Kink my Beloved

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[denpa-dere]

house arrest 9

description: you are confined to your room for your own protection. But how long will that last when the only thing standing between you and your housemates is a door and some willpower? A meeting of the minds.

warnings: suggestive, you know the deal by now.

|| Intro || Mammon || Asmo (mini) || Levi || Satan (mini) || Beel || Lucifer (mini) || Asmo || Belphie (mini) || Belphie || Barbatos (mini) || Satan || Diavolo (mini) || Purgatory I || Purgatory II || Purgatory III ||

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“Absolutely not.” 

“Oh, come on, don't be a spoilsport,” Solomon replied as if cajoling an old friend. His casual overfamiliarity made Lucifer bristle.

“Who do you take me for? Mammon?” The demon snapped, slowly advancing on his opponent. A dark aura rose around his feet, twisting and churning, joining the acrid smoke of dinners past that hung in the air. 

“Do you plan to beat the location out of me?” Solomon chuckled, not moving from the seat where Lucifer had found him. On the small table in front of the sorcerer sat an old wooden chessboard.

“Don't get your feathers all puffed up. You know damn well I know what's going on.”

Lucifer loomed over the insufferable human, still as stone. 

“What kind of mentor would I be, sending my adorable apprentice back into the lion's den?” He continued with a hint of venom, “No, not without insurance.”

Solomon plucked the white queen from his side of the board and pointed at Lucifer, “You win, I surrender, no strings attached. I win, “ he gestured towards himself, “we make a pact.”

With a resigned sigh, Lucifer took a seat across from Solomon. You'd be the death of him. 

___

The ground was cool under your face. 

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows with a groan. Your vision swam. Normally when you flopped into another world, a demon was there to break your fall. You climbed to your feet, swaying a little, but not much worse for wear. 

“Hello?” You called out to no response. You looked to be in an entrance hall, ornately decorated from its checkered floor to muraled ceilings. There was a door behind you, perhaps leading to a vestibule. Two staircases flanked each side of the room, ornamented with plush red carpets, walls lined with gilded sconces that held candles lit by otherworldly flames. 

You checked the door behind you– locked. There was nowhere to go but up. For no particular reason, you chose the left staircase. You'd explore the left wing first and work your way over towards the right. 

After all, what else did you have to do?

___

Lucifer had played a lot of chess in his time. He considered himself an exceptionally skilled player. Maybe that's why he conceded to the sorcerer's wager so easily.

“So, congratulations on bedding the one I love,” Solomon said, shifting one of his pawns forward, “She seemed fine, by the way. A little shaken from adrenaline, but fine.”

Lucifer, careful not to move a single facial muscle, countered with his own pawn.

“The one you love is capable of making their own decisions,” He replied. His relations with you (or, lack thereof) were no one's business but his own. 

“Oh? Then why are you here?”

___

Meanwhile, you had made yourself comfortable in a bathroom fit for Asmo. A clawfoot tub filled with steaming water sat waiting for you, a variety of oils and soaps lined up at your disposal. 

This whole adventure had been silly, you decided, stripping your clothes. You sampled each offering and added the ones you liked best. Satisfied with your bath’s delicate scent, you sank into its pleasantly warm depths.

You suspected Lucifer had sussed out your whereabouts by now but had no way of knowing for sure. You had left your phone behind at the House of Lamentation, somewhere between Satan's sheets and Asmo's bed. The absurdity made you laugh. This week had been such a blur, you hadn't had much time to rest, let alone think. 

You sank further. Your relationships would change. You had messed around with the boys before, but nothing like this. Your hands drifted over your body. Mammon had never been so desperate for you, you thought, and poor Levi…

You traced your silhouette, one hand coming to rest on your breast while the other teased your sex. Everyone else had gotten wrapped up in your nonsense along the way, eager to help and greedy for your attention. Deep down, you knew why you were running all along.

Because it was fun.

___

The game continued. Piece by piece, the two men pulled each other's teams apart. Lucifer felt each loss like a feather being plucked. The weight of unspoken questions an albatross around their necks. A bead of cold sweat dripped down Solomon's neck. This awkwardness truly was hell. Time seemed to stretch on for eternity. Until finally, a victor emerged.

Lucifer had won.

[devildomwriter]

The Marking Part XIV | Diavolo x Reader

1.7K Words | AFAB Reader, but no pronouns used | CW: mentions of breeding, mentions of labor related death, graphic sexual fantasies, mentions of sexual guilt

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you, in the shadows, something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are, and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn. Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of

Current Summary ~ You, Solomon, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo all attempt to grapple with the weight of what’s happening and help you realize exactly what Barbatos has just asked you to put yourself through.

Diavolo’s mind overflowed with lewd imagery of you.

He hated what he’d done to you, and he hated even more that he still wanted you so much after that, as if he had the right to ask you.

But still, he needed to know.

What did you look like undressed? How loud could you moan? Would you scream his name if he asked you to? What would your tongue feel like on his dick? Would you let him fuck your mouth? He squeezed the pillow tighter as he rolled over in his sheets, unable to rest with these thoughts swirling in his brain.

How tight were you? How pink? How sensitive?

How much of him could you take? Could you take it all? Could he convince you to, even if it hurt? What would break first? You, the bed, or his restraint?

His clothes felt too tight, so he hauled himself out of bed to start a shower so he could please himself without dirtying his surroundings.

Before he could begin, he heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Is that you, Barbatos?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll be going to the house of Lamentation to explain things to ___,” he informed and Diavolo nodded and sighed.

“Please make sure they’re alright…if there’s anything I can do for them, let me know…”

Barbatos agreed, and he left Diavolo alone in his thoughts.

Diavolo would’ve remained lost in fantasies of you for hours had he not suddenly felt your presence and shut the shower off immediately to listen in.

He couldn’t hear anything from floors above you even when he tried. Barbatos must be concealing the conversation, but he couldn’t conceal your presence, not from the one who placed a mark on you—again, Diavolo felt regret about this. You couldn’t even come and go as you pleased without him being made aware; he felt like he was violating your privacy, and he hated it.

You stared at Barbatos as he continued to lower himself as much as possible before you.

“Wh-what did you just ask? I’m not sure I heard you right?”

“You did. I apologize. I know you were raised in a culture that implanted deep-rooted shame into you involving anything sexual before marriage. I know telling you that it’s different here isn’t going to erase those feelings. But please…as that mark proves. You are the only one who can help Lord Diavolo now.”

You continued to stare at him and felt the familiar heat of anxiety pooling into your temples so you backed away to find a seat.

Barbatos finally got up from the floor to follow you and help you find a comfortable place to sit.

“What is happening is a very big deal, ___. Not even Lord Diavolo’s father found someone to mark despite how deeply he loved his wife.”

“So this has nothing to do with love?”

Barbatos shook his head. “Did you already forget what I told you earlier? The two of you are physically, emotionally, and mentally most compatible. Even if this had occurred as complete strangers, love would naturally develop. But you and the Young Master have known each other for quite some time, and I’m aware of his confession to you in the human world and the many, many, many times he’s snuck out to see you. Whether you’ve admitted it fully or not, you two are clearly in love. So while the bite is mostly instinctual, it happens because of the love that can exist.”

You nodded and tried to process your situation better. You’d always been a bit of a monster-fucker fan—in theory—but you weren’t sure you were prepared to handle that in the real world. Did Diavolo’s dick even look human?

As your face turned red, distracted by lewd thoughts, the sparkling sound of magic crackled behind you.

You spun around to see Barbatos, very annoyed as a white-haired sorcerer and angry black-winged demon leaped through the portal.

“Not so fast, Barbatos!” Solomon ordered, and Barbatos gritted his teeth in annoyance.

“Did you think we wouldn’t realize you were going to ask ___ to help your Young Master,” Lucifer growled and quickly wrapped you in his arms.

Solomon shook his head angrily at Barbatos. “Barbatos, do you have any idea what asking ___ of all people to do this would mean for the three realms. You’ll throw them completely out of balance. The angels have already been made aware.”

Barbatos glared but remained silent, his tail flicking like an angry cat. This told Solomon and Lucifer that Barbatos was aware of the effects it would have on the three realms. Barbatos simply didn’t care as he would always put the peace of the Devildom first, even if that upset the whole of the Celestial Realm and his master, Solomon.

Barbatos flicked his eyes back to you, but Solomon stood between you and him to block his pleading looks.

“Absolutely not,” Solomon growled and turned around to take your arm, pulling you away from Lucifer, who growled possessively.

Solomon didn’t back down at Lucifer’s warning and stated plainly, “___ needs a break from demons right now. I can talk them through this as a fellow human.”

Lucifer was unhappy but released his grip on you, and Solomon quickly brought you to his side and opened another portal.

You were beginning to feel like you were being tossed around. How many portals had you been through in the last few hours you’d been awake for?

As suspected, the portal led you to Solomon’s room in Purgatory Hall.

Solomon sat you on his red cushioned chair facing his desk, where a number of vials were scattered among stacks of papers.

You briefly glanced at them but didn’t understand his native tongue, an ancient form of Hebrew even scholars would struggle to translate.

You frowned, and he noticed and chuckled before shuffling the papers into a neat stack.

“I’ve been researching Diavolo’s odd behavior. I got Barbatos to admit a little to me. I suspected he may mark you, so I’ve been trying to find a way to reverse a marking for the last few hours… then I received an unfortunate call from Lucifer...”

You were surprised how quickly he’d been able to scrounge up information on a subject even a demon like Lucifer hadn’t heard of. He wasn’t called the Wise King for nothing.

Solomon looked at the ring of light on your finger, and your eyes followed. It felt strangely, but everything had been so strange today you had overlooked it.

“Diavolo’s magic…it’s counteracting its ability to bring light to you.”

“What does that mean?” You pressed, and he shook his head.

“It means angelic magic won’t be able to reverse your mark…you may have to wait for it to fade. You’ll have to avoid demons, or it will get out that Diavolo is in breeding rut and he’ll be forced to conceive an heir…”

You frowned, furious with the idea that a council of old demons could force Diavolo to make a child. Solomon saw your conflicted gaze as you wondered if you should help Dia as Barbatos begged of you.

“Don’t even think about it,” Solomon clucked with a bitter expression. “Sex with a demon is very dangerous.”

“That’s not what health class told me,” you mumbled quietly, but he heard you and shook his head.

“Maybe a demon in control. But a demon completely disillusioned in rut with the build and strength of Diavolo would tear you to pieces.” He elaborated. “You wouldn’t have access to utilities, food, water, or rest during this period. You’d soil yourself and die of thirst, and that wouldn’t be enough to snap him out of it; nothing will. Your body cannot endure the presence of his unfiltered magic; you’re having heat flashes just from his mark, even with all the power you possess. His magical strength isn’t the only issue; Diavolo could easily tear you limb from limb without applying any real strength at all, and he’ll be none the wiser that he’s doing so.”

You felt a chill through your body and wondered if Barbatos would have explained all this to you or sent you to the lion’s den.

“That’s just the part where he’s in rut. Your health class is discussing human-demon pregnancy, right? Did you get to the part where humans rarely survive without excessive magical intervention?”

You shook your head and let him continue, his expression more worried and stern.

“Demons grow more quickly than humans; a Cambion child develops in approximately six to seven months. It needs a lot of energy, more than you can provide. If you aren’t constantly being fed and given refreshments, you could very well wither up.”

“Like Bella Swan in Breaking Dawn?” You piped up, and he gave you a deadpan look but nodded.

“Yes…I suppose that’s an oddly accurate reference. Moving on, even if you survived the pregnancy there’s a high change the birth won’t go well. Some demons develop their horns even in the womb. The amniotic sack might protect you while it’s in the womb, but on the way out, that’s not the case. That’s the unfortunate circumstances under which Diavolo’s mother passed. That..and his magic was too strong for her to endure.”

You covered your mouth, feeling worse for Diavolo than ever.

You wonder whether he sometimes blames himself. But you thought that he must be more terrified than anything for you to endure the same fate as his mother once did.

Solomon still wasn’t content with explaining everything medical to you, because these circumstances were far different when they involved you specifically.

“It’s not just that either. You are extremely powerful ___, and influential. If you had the demon prince’s child, that would be formally announcing your decision to side with the Devildom above the human world and celestial realm. There’d be a power imbalance between the Celestial Realm and Devildom, and that could lead to the Celestial Realm interfering to weaken the Devildom.” He looked at you in your wide, anxious eyes.

“I never asked for any of that, you know…” You said, looking down at your hands now. “I wasn’t trying to become so stupidly strong that I can’t even choose who to love without throwing the three realms out of whack.”

Solomon realized he’d accidentally hit a nerve and calmed his voice and got down on his knees to face you.

“I’m sorry ___. But it’s simply too dangerous for you to become so intimately involved in the Devildom any longer.”

You pulled away from him, growing frustrated. “That’s not your decision.”

He sighed and nodded, “So what’s your decision then?”

You paused, and your hands trembled, “I don’t know.”

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[devildomwriter]

The Marking Part XIII | Diavolo x Reader

2.4K Words | AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used | Current CW: mentions of breeding,

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you, in the shadows, something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are, and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.

Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of.

Current Summary ~ After a painful wound leaves the brothers reeling and confirms the beginning of Diavolo’s breeding rut everyone finally gives you in depth answers as to what’s happening and what it means for the future.

After waking from your impromptu nap, you were given water by Satan, who was reading by your bedside. As soon as you finished the glass, Asmodeus brought you a wet rag to help with your heat flashes, and Leviathan brought a change of bandages.

If the situation weren’t so serious, you’d laugh at how the brothers reacted to seeing your wound, but this time you agreed with them; at least, until you knew what was happening.

Beelzebub carried you downstairs, where Lucifer waited in the common room, and one by one, the brothers took seats on the couch.

Beelzebub sat down, still holding you in his arms, and you rested your head against his muscular chest, feeling safe in his embrace.

“___,” Lucifer began, calling your attention to him. “What do you know about rut?”

“Like in omegaverse or the animal kingdom…”

“No, but close enough,” Lucifer sighed. “You were supposed to have learned about this in your first year here at RAD.”

“Yeah…I kinda tuned out the sexual stuff…” You admitted, blushing.

Satan shook his head, and Lucifer sighed, then gave you an explanation of what was happening to Diavolo and how you were involved.

“Rut is a state of being that demon men go into. During this period, their instincts take full control over them. Stronger demons like ourselves and Diavolo can maintain our consciousness during this time of intense sexual urges. Some choose to wait out the few days, and others seek relief. Diavolo, as the prince, has always silently endured these periods that occur every few years, but this year is different, as is the rut.” He explained, and you nodded along while the worried expressions grew on everyone else’s faces.

“There are two stages of rut. One is the common rut I explained. Then there is the rarer form that mostly only occurs in ancient bloodlines like Diavolo’s or Mephistopheles or in exceptionally powerful demons like myself.” His brothers rolled their eyes at his subtle brag, especially when they were included among these powerful demons.

“This is known as breeding rut. No matter how much power or self-control you possess, you are absolutely unable to maintain any sense of self during this rut, as your only desire is not seeking out sex, but seeking a mate to breed with. While demons often go this alone in favor of not fathering a child, they must be locked away to avoid harming others and themselves in their desperation.”

“It’s the fucking worst,” Mammon butt in, recalling the time spent trapped in magic chains to stop him from going haywire. “Like…ya don’t remember what happened, but the feelings kinda linger…”

Beelzebub nodded, “It’s…unpleasant.”

“It’s like suuuuper painful if you don’t relieve the urges, and Lucifer wouldn’t let me!” Asmodeus whined.

“Did you want to be a father?” Lucifer growled.

“Hell no.”

“Then stop complaining.”

Belphegor nodded along to everything until now, but explained in detail what Mammon meant by the feeling lingering. “It’s painful. Even though you don’t remember it, your body does, and you sometimes get flashbacks of intense pain out of nowhere…”

You frowned, upset that your friends had to experience this. And now…now Diavolo was experiencing this.

You assumed correctly, as Lucifer’s following words revealed the truth of the situation. “Diavolo has gone into breeding rut for the first time…breeding rut…it’s different in the royal family. It symbolizes full maturity.”

“Full maturity?” You inquired for details, and he nodded.

“Diavolo can take the throne any day now after the rut is over.”

Your heart skipped in surprise and excitement at your crush's impending coronation, but it was weighed down by what this all meant in the grand scheme of things.

“Also…in the royal family, you are required to take a partner in breeding rut, meaning Diavolo is expected to conceive his heir as soon as he fully goes into rut.”

Your heart sank deeper than you thought it could.

“A-an heir?”

Lucifer nodded, and Beelzebub wrapped his arms around you more tightly.

There was no way you could admit your tears were ones of jealousy. You wanted it to be you, but you were nowhere near ready. Did this mean you were going to have to let go of Diavolo as soon as you understood he was the one you most wanted in life?

“Ignoring the traditions of the royal family. This is a period in a demon’s life where they are at their highest fertility and he is instinctively seeking a partner to mate with. Demons choose and seduce their partners by bathing them in their scent to ward off other demons. They may also overwhelm their target with gifts to force them to nest as well as taking personal items from them as a way to nest themselves.”

“Nest?”

“Succubi nest during heat, but demons in rut can do so as well. They surround themselves with scents that make them feel comfortable and help relieve them in other ways… nesting is a deep instinct even humans have. Humans might feel the urge to keep things more clean, they might move precious or comfortable items to their room…Normally, they only do this after impregnation, but for demons, it happens in preparation to impregnate or be impregnated.”

“So you’re saying Diavolo is instinctually trying to knock me up?” You asked, heated in the face.

Lucifer nodded.

“Barbatos will secure Diavolo in his room and keep the fact that he is in breeding rut a secret so that Diavolo won’t have to go through with ancient traditions…At least I suspect that’s the plan, although some staff at the castle witnessed him acting incredibly clingy with you, I heard.”

“Whaddya mean clingy?” Mammon asked, and Lucifer shook his head.

“It’s better you not know.”

“What the hell, that’s way worse!?”

“Anyway…Diavolo’s odd behavior stems from his failure to recognize that he was entering a rut due to his extremely strict control over himself. Diavolo can even complete some busywork in the throes of a typical rut by pushing down and ignoring his instincts, but as I said, this isn’t possible during a breeding rut. As upset with him as I am…he’s probably terrified as this is likely his first time ever losing control of his instincts…” Lucifer admitted, feeling only slight pity for his friend.

“So what about the bite?” You asked after he finished explaining, and the brothers all glanced at each other.

“That…I can’t explain,” Lucifer sighed.

You were shocked that there was something he didn’t know, despite the fact that he must have been researching it after it occurred.

“Then allow me to explain,” you heard the gentle voice of Barbatos standing in the entryway.

Everyone but Lucifer was visibly startled at his sudden arrival, a fact that tickled Barbatos, though he didn’t show it.

Barbatos gave his usual smile, the one that hid everything he was really feeling, and he turned to you to explain the significance of your mark.

“Marks are incredibly rare. Typically, marking is only done among demons that go into breeding rut, the upper echelon of the realm. It’s a technique kept secret within these families to prevent lesser demons from making use of its ability.”

That piqued your interest. “Its ability?”

“Indeed. For as long as the mark lasts, demons of lower standing are unable to approach you if their intent is sexual. It also enhances your own power, and most importantly, your fertility.”

Mammon grimaced, and Lucifer tapped his foot, agitated by it all.

“Marking only happens on instinct as it did with Lord Diavolo when the marked is emotionally, physically, mentally, and sexually the most compatible person with the one giving the mark.”

Mammon immediately got to his feet in protest, “Hey! Whoa! You mean like in the room, right?”

Barbatos shook his head, looking exasperated. “No. I mean in all creation.”

Everyone froze, yourself included as this seemed like an exaggeration.

“Back in the early days of the Devildom, it was more common as demons were few in number, but the more our numbers grew, the less common it became until it only occurred through consent and not instinctually.” He elaborated, and Mammon’s nails dug into the sides of his arms, listening to it. Lucifer unfolded Mammon’s arms before he drew blood and turned back to Barbatos.

“When is the last time something like this happened?”

Barbatos thought for a moment and nodded, “I believe it was about one hundred and twenty-seven thousand years ago. One of Mephistopheles’s younger cousins had it occur. There was a grand celebration for the engagement, if you recall.”

“Hmm. I recall being forced to attend one of his family gatherings with Lord Diavolo, yes…” Lucifer sighed.

“The odds of this happening, ___,” Barbatos turned to you, “are less than one in five hundred decillion.”

Mammon’s eyes shot wide open, “That rare!?”

Even Lucifer was stunned by that number.

Satan clicked his tongue, annoyed with where this conversation was going.

“So…” you began as you tried piecing your thoughts together. “All the people in the near million years Diavolo has lived and the millions more that he will live…and I’m the only one he’ll ever mark?”

Barbatos smiled at your understanding. “That is correct. And on that note, ___ there are a few things I need you to gather from the castle—“

“Bring them here instead, why don’t you?” Satan hissed, and Barbatos gave him a chilling grin that made Mammon hide behind the couch.

“I’m afraid I need to discuss something very private with ___ about today’s events.” He snapped, and everyone remained silent as you nodded and Beelzebub reluctantly released you from his arms to take Barbatos’s hand.

The brothers watched uneasily as you disappeared with Barbatos into the portal.

Sweat dripped down Mammon’s brow as he looked at Lucifer, whose eyes were vacant but glued to the last place you’d been standing.

“Hey…you don’t think Barbatos is gonna—“

“Not another word,” Lucifer hissed, taking his brothers by surprise.

“I’m just tryna—“

“I don’t care. Asmodeus, get Solomon here immediately.”

“Huh? Me? He’ll answer way faster if it’s you!”

“Is this really that serious? It’s Barbatos…” Beelzebub tried to calm his brothers despite his own swelling worry. Belphegor placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head to quiet his twin.

“Shit,” Lucifer cursed as he took out his D.D.D. to ring the person he got on with the very least.

Solomon saw his phone ring and had to do a double-take at who was calling, but quickly answered with a sly grin, prepared to offer his help in exchange for a pact. But that changed when he heard out Lucifer’s reason for calling.

“Diavolo marked them. And Barbatos just took them away. Stop him. Now.”

Solomon felt a chill run down his spine, not something he experienced often around demons since he usually had them wrapped around his finger without them even knowing.

But Diavolo was not one of those demons he could easily manipulate, and despite having a pact with Barbatos, Barbatos wasn’t an easy demon to control. After all, asking Barbatos to do anything against Diavolo was in violation of their pact, but when it came to his dear apprentice, Solomon would grit his teeth and try anyway.

Solomon quickly exited his room, Barbatos’s grimoir in his bag, just in case, and his angel roommates watched him worriedly.

“Solomon?” Raphael asked, stopping him in place with a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked as he placed his whisk and bowl back on the counter.

Solomon was hesitant to freely share this information, but decided it might be best to have the angels backing him up on this one.

“I believe ___ may be in danger.”

Simeon clenched his fists, and the grip on Solomon’s shoulder felt like it would break his collarbone, so he quickly ducked away from the angel wielding his spear.

“How can we help!?” Luke asked determinedly.

Solomon shook his head in distress. “We have to stop Barbatos.”

Simeon’s eyes widened in surprise. “Barbatos? Did something happen?”

Solomon glanced at Luke, and Luke tilted his head worriedly. Simeon understood and ushered Luke away, who complained endlessly as he was shut in his room and made to promise not to listen in.

“We don’t have much time. Barbatos confirmed Diavolo has been washing ___ in his scent.”

Raphael tilted his head, not as familiar with demon instincts as Simeon.

“I see…so is he going into rut?” Simeon asked, and Raphael flinched as he caught on.

“I’m afraid so…what’s worse…he marked ___.”

Simeon didn’t understand, but both he and Raphael grit their teeth, feeling a similar sense of loss.

“He’s in a state of being…or about to be at least, where he cannot control himself, and right now the only thing he’s going to long for is ___.”

“I should alert Michael—“

Solomon shook his head before Raphael could retrieve his D.D.D.

“That’ll make things worse. The less people that know this is happening the better. In the royal family, a demon in breeding rut MUST breed,” Solomon stressed. “The only way we can protect ___ from Diavolo breeding them is simply not to tell them the urgency of this tradition and to keep him locked away so no one will know this momentous point in his life has occurred.”

Raphael frowned, and Simeon growled—a habit he’d picked up in the Devildom.

“I don’t have anymore time to explain. Lucifer and I need to stop Barbatos from asking ___ to assist Diavolo. Knowing ___ they’ll likely agree.”

Simeon felt a shiver course through his body. “That would…throw the power between our worlds off balance.”

Raphael clutched his spear nearly hard enough to break it and his heart sank in fear at the notion that for the first time in history the Devildom may have the advantage, and all because the devil fell in love with a sorcerer.

Barbatos teleported you both to the castle with one arm around your waist to keep you steady.

“S-so…my clothes?” You asked after stabilizing yourself, fully aware this was likely not just about your clothes.

Barbatos shook his head, “I’m afraid he’s nesting with those…your scent is very comforting to him. But…I can retrieve them if you truly want me to.”

The idea of Diavolo nuzzling into your clothes flashed into your mind, making your heart flutter, and you shook your head, trying to collect yourself.

“No. Whatever I can do to ease his pain,” you smiled, and Barbatos matched your grin.

Barbatos then did something you did not expect: he got down on both knees and prostrated himself before you, his head touching the shining floor of the palace.

“B-Barbatos!?” You exclaimed.

“I know this is a lot to ask of you ___….” He said slowly, urgency in his tone, “But please, I beg of you…help the Young Master in his rut. Allow him to breed you.”

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[devildomwriter]

The Marking Part XII | Diavolo x Reader

1.3K Words | AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used | Current CW: injury, blood, mentions of breeding

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you, in the shadows, something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are, and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.

Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of

Current Summary ~ A shocking injury inflicted by a confused Diavolo brings everyone’s suspicions and fears to light as Lucifer arrives to help you.

Barbatos applied pressure to the wound on your neck as Diavolo slowly came back to his senses, regaining human form.

He looked at Barbatos and to you and realized in horror that the sweet copper taste on his lips was your blood.

“No! No! What did I just!? __ I’m so sorry!? Barbatos, what just happened—“

“That’s enough. Can’t you see they’re in pain?”

You shivered in Barbatos’s arms as he held a cold rag to your nape.

What just happened? That wasn’t like Diavolo at all. He bit you. He actually bit you!

Was it because of the hickeys? Did they make him so angry he lost control? No. That wasn’t Diavolo at all.

What just happened? He went from the caring, gentle prince to a predatory demon in the blink of an eye. You’d never been intimate with Diavolo. Was this the sort of thing he liked?

A million thoughts raced through your head, but when you heard the sincere cries of Diavolo’s apologies, you knew that what just happened wasn’t normal.

Barbatos interrupted Diavolo’s pleas to calmly ask you, “___….will you allow Diavolo to run his tongue across your wound?”

You looked up in surprise, but Barbatos was giving you a solemn expression.

“What?”

“Diavolo’s saliva will relieve the pain,” he explained, and you nodded immediately, but Diavolo adamantly shook his head.

“No! I have no idea what just happened—“

“You marked them.”

Diavolo froze as it dawned on him what he’d really done. So this is what it felt like to lose yourself to instincts—it had never happened to him before. As the demon prince, he believed he was above such things; he’d spent millennia resisting his instincts, as did his father and his father before him. He was above this. How did this happen?

Barbatos removed the cloth from your neck, and Diavolo laid eyes on the wound. Every single one of his teeth was imprinted into your nape, blood pooling out and dripping down your back.

Barbatos wiped the blood away before it could stain your bra, and Diavolo cautiously sat behind you, horrified with the wound he’d left on you.

“I-I’m so sorry…I’m so so sorry—“ he repeated, his voice cracking as he held back tears.

“Fix it then,” you said agitatedly, and Barbatos nodded, urging him to come into contact with what he desperately hoped was only a nightmare.

He nodded and swallowed the knot in his throat as he brought his mouth to your wound, and you felt his warm, wet tongue lap up the blood coming from your neck.

You shuddered and scolded yourself. Under no circumstances should you be enjoying the feeling of him rolling his tongue over an open wound he just gave you, but the flush in your cheeks was undeniable, as was what it was doing to Diavolo.

Diavolo immediately tried suppressing his bulge, but it was no use in your presence, and the soft tongue quickly felt barbed like a cat’s as Diavolo’s demon form emerged.

Barbatos quickly pulled you away from Diavolo and into his arms.

He wrapped you in a robe from Diavolo’s dresser and, using magic, brought the sedative tea to Diavolo’s lips immediately as he carried you from the room.

Barbatos ran his hand through your hair as you silently cried, still in shock at what just happened.

As much as Barbatos enjoyed carrying you like this in the past, right now, he did so with great pain. Especially when he might have been able to prevent it had he only taken Diavolo’s recent behavior more seriously.

“Mister Barbatos, is that ___, what happened!?” Little D. No. 2 asked, running behind you both.

Barbatos didn’t answer the tiny demon and instead sat you in a private bathroom and asked you to wait while he went to fetch your clothes and his D.D.D.

While Barbatos was cursing himself for not preventing your injury, Diavolo was in a much worse state for giving it to you.

As much as Diavolo wanted to reprimand Barbatos for allowing the two of you to be alone when he was in such a state, he knew his actions were his alone, and that horrified him. How could he have done this to you?

A mark? He marked you? As if you were property? Like some lesser demon who couldn’t control their temptations?

Diavolo held back his tears as best he could as he clutched his pillow, claws ripping the fabric as he buried his face in it.

“Young Master,” he heard Barbatos say sternly.

He looked up to see Barbatos giving him a stern look, but it slowly melted to pity, and Diavolo wasn’t sure which expression was worse.

“What have I done? To ___ of all people…” Diavolo choked on his words and Barbatos handed him a robe and helped him to his feet.

“It’s precisely because it is ____ of all people.”

Diavolo couldn’t properly wear his robe with his wings on display, but when he tried to suppress his demonic form again, he couldn’t.

Diavolo was more upset than ever at this point. He couldn’t control his instincts, he couldn’t control his body, and you were crying somewhere with a wound he gave you. This was truly his worst nightmare.

Lucifer tapped his foot agitatedly as he tried to focus on work at his desk, but work was the furthest thing from his mind because all of this paperwork was for the same demon he was competing with for your love.

Lucifer growled and rubbed his temples when he heard his D.D.D. ping and quickly checked it. His eyes widened in horror, and he threw on his coat to open a portal to the castle.

Barbatos: He bit ___. Come get them.

You heard footsteps approach the bathroom door as you stared at your feet, and without warning, the doors burst open to reveal Lucifer.

Lucifer’s eyes were glazed with fear, but as soon as they locked with yours, that fear was replaced by concern and fury.

“___!” He cried out and rushed to your side.

You couldn’t hold back the well of tears anymore and began to cry again as you wrapped your arms around him, and he scooped you up and cradled you.

Lucifer suppressed his growl to avoid scaring you, but he was well and truly pissed with Diavolo because now that you were marked, your scent had vanished completely, replaced by the prince’s.

If he were not laying eyes on you, he’d believe he was cradling Diavolo in his arms; the scent was that overwhelming to him, as were the traces of magic seeping from beneath your bandaged nape.

Without ever fetching your clothes, Lucifer brought you straight home to lay you down in your bed.

The door to your room burst open, and you heard Mammon voice his annoyance. “The hell did ya bring Lord Diavolo here f—“ Mammon stopped when he saw you in bed, tucked under the covers with a bandage around your neck.

Lucifer gave Mammon a defeated look, and Mammon stared at you in disbelief.

“Lucifer…what the hell happened?”

Hearing the commotion, Mammon’s younger brothers trickled into the room after him, all equally horrified by your current state.

“___,” Asmo whimpered, covering his mouth.

“Lucifer, what happened at the castle!?” Satan demanded, and Lucifer held a finger to his lips.

“Quiet. They need rest. They should be fine in a few hours. They’re experiencing intense emotional shock combined with heat flashes from Diavolo’s magic,” he explained.

He ushered his brothers from the room to further explain to them what had happened.

By the time you woke up, everybody but you was fully informed on what was happening, as after Barbatos had managed to calm Diavolo to sleep, he had immediately called Lucifer.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to Barbatos confirm his suspicions.

This was breeding rut, and if the instincts in Diavolo had their way, you were going to be thoroughly involved.

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The Marking Part XI | Diavolo x Reader

1.1K Words | AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used | CW: descriptions of sexual fantasies, mentions of sexual guilt, sexual language, blood

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you, in the shadows, something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are, and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.

Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of

Current Summary ~ You and Diavolo can no longer bear the sexual tension and pining between the two of you but a few kisses quickly escalate into something more serious.

Today was the first time you’d struggled to converse with Diavolo. He was the sort of man you could talk about cereal with, and it would be compelling. But today you’d been unable to think of anything but being beneath him.

Maybe it was because the way Lucifer touched you made you want the same from Diavolo. Maybe it was the way his gifts brought you comfort. Maybe it was because the previous night, your dreams were full of him filling you.

There had been a number of factors on your end, and the same went for Diavolo. Whatever he was going through didn’t change the fact he often dreamed of having you beneath him, on him, next to him, in him…everywhere and every way he could have you. But these dreams didn’t normally stop him from speaking with you casually and hiding his intense desires and love for you. But as had been pointed out to him by his closest friends, things weren’t normal for him right now, and his usual methods to calm himself around you weren’t working. They’d failed spectacularly, and to his surprise, not even Barbatos had tried to stop him. That left nothing in his way to have you—nothing but your consent, which you shyly but willingly gave to him along with a confession of love.

Diavolo couldn’t imagine a better scenario. Things had all worked out perfectly, and he finally had you alone in his room, sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him undo his dress shirt buttons.

Diavolo quickly undid his tie and the buttons on his shirt as you sat on the edge of his bed, nervously kicking your feet, while you waited for the handsome demon to wrap you in his arms again.

Diavolo removed his shirt and undid the belt around his waist, and the weight of your decision was beginning to eat at you. The familiar sense of guilt the human world had instilled in you about premarital sex brought on a wave of anxiety so intense Diavolo could feel it.

“Are you okay, ___?” He asked and sat down next to you after fully removing his belt.

You nodded and held your chest. Diavolo wiped the sweat from your brow and frowned at your lie.

“What’s wrong? If you can’t go all the way, that’s okay,” he assured, and you felt a sense of relief immediately overcome you.

“Really? I’m not…leading you on?” You asked, and Diavolo looked stunned.

“Leading me on? I’m the one who led you to my bed?” He said, and when you remained silent, he decoded your reactions for what they were, the human world’s sex-negative views enforced onto you.

Diavolo held you in his arms, forcing down the instincts screaming at him to ravage every inch of your body, and became the prince you were used to. The one who was patient and comforting, as compared to the one lately who seemed to be clingy, more forceful, and possessive.

You relaxed into his embrace and sighed happily.

“I like being with you like this.”

Diavolo nodded, “So do I. Every moment with you is—grh!”

You turned around to see Diavolo covering his mouth, and he quickly stood up.

You cautiously got up after him and placed your hand on his back.

“Diavolo. You’ve been different lately…especially today. What’s going on?”

“I…I think you should ask Barbatos to get me the sedative tea I’ve been drinking lately….” He said hurriedly, and you nodded, reaching for your D.D.D.

“You’ve been drinking sedative tea?” you asked as you texted Barbatos.

“Yes, I’ve been a bit stressed lately,” he excused, and you nodded and rubbed his back.

“Let me help take your mind off it,” you offered sweetly, and Diavolo grinned.

“Truly? You’ll allow me to indulge in you? You’re not scared?”

“I’m nervous, yeah…but…I trust you.”

“That means more to you than you’ll ever know, ___. Let me show you just how much,” and he planted his lips against yours and gently lowered you against the pillows on his bed.

Barbatos was nervous the moment he saw your text come through.

“What is it?” Lucifer asked him on the other side of the phone.

“He’s asking for sedatives.”

“Sedatives? Have you been sedating him?”

“At his request.”

“So then he knows something is wrong.”

“I believe he is aware he is changing, but doesn’t seem to sense any urgency in the matter,” Barbatos explained as he quickly brewed Diavolo his sedative tea.

“So these gifts. He really is—“

“Scent-bathing them, yes.”

“Then that means—“

“Yes, there’s a high chance it’s come to that time after all these years.”

“In that case…you need to separate the two of them. ___ cannot mentally or physically handle what comes next.” Lucifer urged frantically.

Barbatos paused as he thought it over, “technically…they could.”

Lucifer froze, and the line was silent as he mulled over what Barbatos said.

“Barbatos, you cannot allow—“

“Who am I to deny the soon-to-be king?”

“But ___ will—“

“___ will make their own decision. After all, it’s their body that would be enduring this. Now then, I must go.”

“Barbatos—“

“Goodbye.”

Barbatos hung up on Lucifer as the tea finished, and he quickly teleported himself upstairs and knocked on his master’s door, but got no response.

He listened closely and heard deep panting from within. He grimaced and called out to you both that the tea was ready.

Diavolo was not listening to Barbatos, though, not with you moaning as he left kisses on your neck to undo every hickey that Lucifer had given you.

As soon as you and Diavolo reaffirmed you’d like to attempt to go all the way with him, quickly your coat and outer clothing had been ripped from your body as Diavolo brought you into his silk sheets, covering every inch of your skin with his lips.

You felt the heat inside you growing as Diavolo’s thumb slipped beneath your underwear and traced circles into your hip.

Diavolo’s kisses left your throat and began concentrating on the nape of your neck, gently licking and sucking until something snapped.

You felt Diavolo’s nails turn to claws, heard the flap of his wings emerging, and his horns poked your neck as suddenly the gentle peck on your nape was replaced with a bite so strong you heard a squelch as blood spurted from the wound.

As Barbatos headed back to the kitchen, he heard a piercing scream that chilled him. He whipped his head around and rushed back to the door of his master’s room, where your panting was replaced with a faint sob and heavy breathing from Diavolo.

Barbatos felt a pit in his stomach.

Your scream wasn’t one of pleasure, nor was it one of surprise or reaction to sharp pain from unprepared penetration as he had suspected he might hear that day. This was the same cry prey animals made when cornered by their hunters.

Barbatos threw open the doors, and his eyes widened as his fears were confirmed.

You sat on the side of Diavolo’s bed, clutching your neck as Diavolo remained in a state of shock on his knees in the middle of the bed, your blood trickling down his chin.

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The Marking Part X | Diavolo x Reader

2.8K Words | AFAB Reader but no pronouns used | Current CW: Sexual conversations, mentions of human and demon anatomy, mentions of breeding and rut, kissing

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you, in the shadows, something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are, and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.

Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of

Part Ten Summary ~ The day you’ve been waiting for to have tea with your crush, Diavolo, has finally arrived but tea isn’t the only thing you partake in.

You woke up with anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins as your day with Diavolo had finally arrived. Sure, he’d been acting a little bit off recently, but his getting a little horny for you didn’t bother you at all; in fact, it made you feel similarly.

That’s why you opted for an extensive shower routine—the same one Asmo would perform before one of his sex parties.

After scrubbing yourself down in the shower, shaving, scrubbing down again, and thoroughly cleansing your hair, you took to smothering your body in lotion.

You sighed as you looked yourself over in the mirror, turning around to make sure the back of your neck was covered by the scarf you chose—not Mephistopheles’, you didn’t know if it would upset Diavolo or not, even though it was just a friendly gift.

You looked at the clock. It was thirty minutes until your meeting with Diavolo, and your stomach was starting to growl, excited for Barbatos’s cooking that had been promised to you.

Your D.D.D. pinged with an alert from Diavolo as you did up your hair in a ponytail.

Diavolo: See you soon! The sourdough is almost done!

You grinned and jumped in excitement like a child at the thought of eating such good bread again. It had been far too long since you’d had genuinely good bread. The brothers had tried in vain to replicate Barbatos’s masterpiece, but all had failed despite his own instructions.

MC: Can’t wait! I’m touching up my makeup, and I’ll be over. Is it ok if I’m early?

Diavolo: Yes, of course! It’ll give us more time together! ;)

You giggled and slipped on a pair of shoes. Your outfit was more bland than usual. You’d decided not to wear any gifts from anyone on the off chance there were lingering pheromones that might affect your decision-making.

You felt guilty about how excited Diavolo was to see you, probably waiting with another gift, only for you to tell him to stop giving you things.

You frowned but rehearsed what you’d tell him in the mirror until it felt natural. You turned the bathroom fan off and gathered your laundry into the basket before swiftly exiting the bathroom to see Leviathan on his gaming device waiting in front of the door.

Leviathan blushed as you exited and quickly hid his game device as he got up to check on you.

“___-___ are you gonna be okay on your own today?” He worried, and you smiled and pecked his cheek, leaving him a stuttering mess.

You chuckled and reassured him you were fine now, but before you could leave the house, Satan gave you a pleading look and urged, “Be careful.”

You nodded and summoned a portal to Diavolo’s castle.

You appeared at the entrance of Diavolo’s castle with the grace of someone now used to teleporting and were greeted by Barbatos, who’d sensed your magic and come for your arrival.

He bowed and smiled, “Greetings, ___. The Young Master is overjoyed to have you visit him today.” He informed, and you grinned.

“Good. I’m excited too.” You agreed, and he smiled, holding out his arm.

“Your scarf,” he nodded, but you quickly stepped away.

“I better not…” You said with a hint of guilt—you’d managed to completely forget the body makeup to cover your hickey, even though you’d put it in plain sight on the bathroom counter.

Barbatos tilted his head and sighed, surmising why you’d be hiding yourself. “Lucifer…” he mumbled, and you nodded.

“Is it true that Diavolo is scent-bathing me?” You asked him point-blank as you walked to the dining room.

Barbatos was taken aback, but after a moment of silence, he nodded.

“I don’t believe he understands why…”

You gave him a stern look, “and you do?”

Barbatos shook his head. “I have a theory….But I cannot be certain yet.”

“Then when will you be certain?” You asked, unnerved by the cryptic response, and he frowned, unsure.

“I cannot say.”

“You can’t or won’t?”

“Both,” he said with a sad smile, so you dropped the conversation as Barbatos stepped in front of you to open the dining hall doors.

Diavolo looked up from his book, eyes beaming, and quickly got up from his seat, arms outstretched to greet you.

You rushed to his side and wrapped your arms around him, embracing the friendly giant in a tight hug that he reciprocated with a bit too much strength.

“Oof—“ you choked, and he immediately released you and apologized.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize I was using so much strength.”

Barbatos frowned upon hearing this and excused himself from the room to fetch the bread that was nearly done so that you and Diavolo could have privacy.

Diavolo scooted out your chair for you, and once you were seated, he pushed it back in place and took his own seat across from you.

Your feet quickly found his, maintaining contact with him beneath the table as you smiled at the man you’d come to realize was the only one for you.

Diavolo smiled with the same sentiment, though he’d long since realized his commitment to you.

Diavolo nudged your foot gently and set his book to the side out of the way for when the food would be brought.

“What book is it you’re reading?” You asked, starting that day’s conversation.

He grinned and held it up, “It’s called Grey’s Anatomy.”

You nodded as he explained that your biology classes inspired him to study human anatomy more closely.

“Is it to your liking?” You asked, and he nodded quickly.

“Yes. The human body is so fascinating. I’m surprised at how different it is from the demon body. You took demon anatomy, didn’t you?” He asked so he could gauge your knowledge of what he was about to explain.

“In the first semester, but I wasn’t paying too close attention with everything going on.” You admitted, and he nodded understandingly.

“Well, for starters, the size and placement of your organs are different from ours,” he began, and you listened intently, not because you were interested in the subject but because it was Diavolo who was talking.

Diavolo noticed the affectionate gleam in your eyes and felt his throat tighten. He immediately reached for his tie to loosen it, and you gave him a worried look, then stood up to help.

“Are you okay?” You fretted, and his heart leapt at your care for him.

He nodded, and you helped fix his tie in place. Diavolo grabbed your hand as you did so and, without thinking, kissed the back of it.

Your face flushed, and he chuckled as you shyly walked back to your seat, heat radiating off your face as you brought your hand to your lips and looked at Diavolo teasingly.

Diavolo suddenly felt a surge of temptation, greater than usual, and all at once, he struggled to remain in his seat and maintain his friendly smile.

Diavolo cleared his throat and asked you about your studies for human anatomy.

“Well, it’s supposed to be human biology, but right now they’re talking a lot about how it interacts with demon anatomy.”

Diavolo nodded, listening as intently to you as you had with him.

“Right now, it’s been about the gestation process and the final stages of human pregnancy with a human child compared to a Cambion child.”

Cambion. It wasn’t a word heard often in the Devildom. It was the offspring of a human and a demon. Cambion would eventually become fully demon, as demon DNA was homogeneous and did not mix with other DNA.

Diavolo felt a heat building in his core as you discussed Cambion pregnancy—something your body was capable of, but more importantly, something he could do to you.

Diavolo took a sip of his water, hoping to calm down, but nearly spit it out when you reached for your own glass and your scarf slipped out of place and exposed a bruise on your neck.

Something in Diavolo was finally beginning to unravel, and he asked you to come to him as calmly as he could.

You fixed your scarf back in place as you stood up and quickly understood why Diavolo wanted your attention.

Diavolo scooted his seat out, and as soon as you were within reach, Diavolo pulled you into his lap and tugged the scarf off from around your neck to expose your hickey.

You heard a soft and uncharacteristic growl coming from Diavolo’s throat, one he was unable to suppress.

“You let him give you these…” Diavolo questioned, not seeming sad but offended.

You nodded and apologized, “I’m sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing?” Diavolo asked when, and suddenly, he had a sense of dread. “…How far did you go? No, I’m sorry that was far too personal to ask you, please forgive me,” he said so quickly that it took you a minute to process his question.

Softly, you admitted, “We…didn’t go all the way.”

“The other day I asked about you and Lucifer…you told me you didn’t care for him romantically.”

“And I don’t.”

“I see, then allow me to be frank. Do you care for him sexually?”

You turned bright red and began to stutter incomprehensibly. “N-n-n-no! I-I mean, there’s sexual tension a-and stuff…b-but—“ you wondered if this is how Levi felt each time he stuttered. “I-it’s not like that…just…just falling to t-temptation sometimes….”

Diavolo blushed and apologized again for asking, but inside he felt a deep sense of relief.

Having already crossed the lines of a casual conversation, he decided to pry—something else uncharacteristic of him.

“How far did you go?”

You turned an even brighter shade of red but were weak to his stern voice and admitted. “H-He just…just heavy petting.”

“What were you going to say? He just what?” Diavolo urged, his breath against your ear and his arms wrapped tightly around your stomach as he began losing control.

“He just touched my breasts…that’s all. I didn’t let him touch me anywhere else.”

Again, Diavolo felt relieved but continued to question you, “Did you want him to?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that question, and Diavolo saw your hesitation as confirmation and sighed.

“Do you…still want him to?” He asked, sounding nervous, and you gripped his hand and turned around as much as you could to face him.

“No.”

Diavolo’s heart leaped, and he grinned and tilted his head curiously. “Why is that?”

You blushed and sat in his lap silently for a minute while he waited for you to answer.

You knew he could sense the truth, so lying wouldn’t do any good. “Because I…I couldn’t stop thinking…about you…The other day, when I told you my body was acting on its own…I couldn’t give him consent.”

So you were going to? This thought upset Diavolo, but he hid it with a fake smile, so you immediately clarified. “But I’m glad.”

“Oh?”

“It helped me realize that’s not what I wanted… just my body…”

“And…what do you want?” Diavolo asked his lips against your ear as he ran his fingers through your hair, anxious to hear the answer he desired.

“I want…you. Only you—“

Diavolo pressed his lips against yours, and you heard a staff member gasp in surprise in the distance as Diavolo turned you to face him properly so he could insert his tongue into your mouth.

Your heart raced, and you already began to feel heat building in your core. Diavolo could feel your desire for him, and it fueled his own, making him tune out his surroundings entirely. There was already a fire inside of him, but now it was sending him over the edge, and he continued to lose more control over acting out his desires for you.

With his tongue deep in your mouth, neither of you noticed Barbatos entering and nearly dropping his tray in surprise at seeing his master with a hand up your shirt unhooking your bra as the other firmly held your waist in place against him. At the same time, he partook in your mouth, silencing your pleased moans.

“Young Master!” Barbatos scolded and tugged Diavolo away from you by the collar, immediately dismissing the staff in the room, who were red with embarrassment and shock.

You panted, and a string of saliva connecting your mouth to Diavolo’s broke as he parted unwillingly.

Barbatos tugged you off of the prince’s lap as politely as he could and set you down in your chair as he stood behind Diavolo, his demon tail out and swaying in displeasure.

Diavolo used a cloth napkin to dab the saliva from his mouth as he collected himself, but the bulge in his pants didn’t soften, not with you in front of him.

“Your much-desired bread,” Barbatos said sternly and handed you each a plate and a bread knife. “You may continue with your tea,” he emphasized the final word, reminding you both where you were and who you were with.

Diavolo blushed and cleared his throat, attempting to start a normal conversation again.

“S-So…I see you aren’t wearing any accessories today,” Diavolo said, finally taking notice of your lack of jewelry.

“Yes, it was…making the brothers uncomfortable. That’s why…” You hesitated to reveal to Diavolo what you’d rehearsed earlier, but sighed and bit the bullet anyway. “I can’t accept anymore gifts from you going forward.”

Diavolo stopped mid-chew, and Barbatos studied his master’s body for any concerning reactions, but instead Diavolo sat straight in his chair and laced his fingers together as he pressed you for details.

“It’s…making everyone uncomfortable.”

“Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“Then why ask me to stop?”

“Because. Because I care how everyone feels, and your scent bathing me or whatever it is is really upsetting them.”

Diavolo sighed and answered bluntly, “Of course it does. Anyone would be upset seeing someone court the person they love.”

You nearly choked on the bite of bread you’d taken. Court? Was he courting you? For dating? Do you court someone before dating them in the Devildom?

Diavolo watched your reaction as your thoughts raced. You gulped down a glass of water and held it up for Barbatos to take and refill.

Barbatos was hesitant to leave you two alone again, but nodded and left while giving Diavolo a stern look.

“It’s different from that. I think your phermones are messing with my mind,” you worried, and Diavolo frowned and shook his head.

“Phermones wouldn’t alter your brain chemistry unless I were intentionally drowning you in them, and I certainly haven’t.”

You nodded, knowing he wouldn’t lie to you. “Then…what’s with all the gifts all of a sudden? Why is everyone at school whispering about us? Why are the angels so angry all of a sudden? And why was I completely unable to have sex with Lucifer?” You blurted out your questions one after the other.

Diavolo got up from his seat and knelt next to you to meet you at eye level as you remained seated.

“I give you gifts because they make you happy. Demons spread rumors faster than human media. The angels naturally don’t like a human getting so friendly with a demon. And as for Lucifer, that’s something only you can answer; so tell me.” He replied and waited for your response.

You looked away, unable to meet his eyes in your embarrassment, but he lightly gripped your chin and turned your face back to him, an uncharacteristic burning in his golden eyes.

“You wanted to have sex, but you didn’t. It wasn’t because of my pheromones. Your body was acting on instinct, not because of mine or Lucifer’s pheromones. You told me a moment ago, didn’t you? Tell me again,” he urged, desperate to hear you confirm your feelings for him were strongest.

“Because I like you,” you said barely above a whisper, finally meeting his eyes.

This time, you expected Diavolo’s lips, and you met them eagerly as he gripped your thigh and gently pulled you closer to him.

You heard the door to the dining hall slam, and quickly, Barbatos separated you both again.

“What’s gotten into you both?” He asked angrily, “If you two are so eager to partake in one another, then do so in the privacy of your rooms, not out in a semi-public space.”

Diavolo looked at Barbatos, then back at you, and smiled. “Shall we head to my room then?” Diavolo asked, and Barbatos seemed taken aback that he would ask you in his presence.

You nodded nervously, so Barbatos had no choice but to step aside as Diavolo summoned a portal to his bedchambers.

“What have I done?” Barbatos wondered aloud. If Diavolo was about to go into a regular rut, then he should expect you to both be absent for a few days, but if this truly were a breeding rut, then he’d need to stay nearby in case things escalated.

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[lorre-verie]

𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 - 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍, "𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝."

day 8 of my october event: Solomon x MC. 3k words

synopsis: One day, a potion goes terribly wrong, causing you and Solomon's souls to become interlinked. A week goes by of being together in close proximity away from the brothers, and Solomon still hasn't found a solution. Until one night he admits to you what he's done.

cw: a little angsty at the end, otherwise nothing.

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It was supposed to be a normal day in the Devildom. Well, as normal as a day in the Devildom can get.

You and Solomon were assigned as partners for an R.A.D assignment for Applied Magical Potions, and very foolishly, the two of you decided that brewing the potion in the House of Lamentation was a good idea for “change of pace”.

Long story short, Mammon and Satan got into a heated argument (over something stupid) in the living room that ended up—quite literally—nearly bringing the whole house down. In the chaos, the brewing cauldron toppled over, the potion splashing across a page in Solomon’s centuries-old grimoires. More specifically, a page covered in indecipherable, overlapping runes.

The foundation trembled, shelves rattling like thunder as books rained down around you. The floor shook underneath your feet, and before you could steady yourself, your balance gave out completely. You braced for the crash of the carpet but instead, the world seemed to…pause?

You were weightless.

A shimmer of blue light rippled around you, soft and slow, like starlight suspended in water. The air itself glittered—tiny motes of magic drifting lazily through the room like dust caught in sunlight. You blinked, breath caught in your throat, looking around.

Around you, the world had frozen. Books hung mid-fall, pages fluttering open in slow motion; a cracked inkwell hovered in the air, a perfect sphere of ink suspended inches from the ground. Even the cauldron had halted, stuck at an impossible angle, its contents rippling but not spilling over more than it did.

You looked down to find yourself gently lowering toward the floor, your shoes touching down with barely a sound. The magic hummed softly in the air, fading out like the end of a song.

Solomon gave you a smile, stepping towards you. He was the only thing in view that wasn’t in a form of suspension. “Are you alright, MC?” 

You nod with a small smile “Yeah, thanks. What the hell was that?” you say, about to look out the H.O.L’s gargantuan windows when the sharp flutter of rapidly turning pages catches your attention.

Both of you whirl towards the sound. 

The grimoire. 

It hovers several feet off the floor, spinning slowly at first, then faster. The ancient pages flip in a blur as if caught in a phantom wind, golden runes flaring to life along its spine, shifting and rearranging in a language you can’t read but somehow feel. The air around it crackles, charged and alive, vibrating with a low hum that builds until it’s all you can hear.

Loose papers lift from the floor, swirling in a circle around the book like they’re drawn into its orbit. A few sparks leap from the pages—bright and electric—before the whole thing ignites in ribbons of violet and white light, twisting together in a tornado.

The glow intensifies. “Solomon!” you start, but the words vanish into the roar of energy.

He’s already moving.

In an instant, he pulls you in, one arm looping tightly around your shoulders as the other raises defensively toward the light. You squeeze your eyes shut, pressing into him as the room fills with the blinding light.

For a moment, it feels like the world itself is dissolving.

Then—silence.

The light fades, the hum dies down, and when you finally dare to open your eyes again, Solomon’s still holding you close, breath warm against your ear.

You feel…different. 

Solomon looks down at you, a sort of fondness in his grey eyes. In an instant, his expression morphs—a flash of recognition in his eyes. He feels it too.

He unwraps you from his protective hold, and he steps towards the grimoire now lying open face-down on the carpet. 

“Hm,” he hums, voice maddeningly calm, “perhaps I shouldn’t have brought this today.”

You follow, but not of your own accord. A tug pulled you naturally beside him, because it felt right.

“Sol? What just happened?” you try your best to keep your tone even, glancing at his pensive expression. Stuff like this happens so frequently it's hard to count how many curses and spells have befallen you, and they’re always solved within a day or two. 

You trail after him—though it’s strange. Your body moves on instinct, feet carrying you forward before your mind catches up. It feels natural, magnetic, like the air itself is nudging you closer.

“Sol?” you ask carefully, “what just happened?”

He doesn’t answer right away. With a flick of his wrist, the overturned cauldron rises into the air, its contents hovering like molten glass before pouring neatly back inside. The stasis field unravels, blue ripples flowing back into his hands. Books resume their fall in slow, graceful arcs before halting midair at his next gesture, stacking themselves neatly back onto the shelves. 

Then, with another murmured spell, the grimoire lifts from the carpet. Its cover turns toward him, still humming faintly with residual energy. A few runes along the margins glow and pulse like dying embers.

Solomon’s eyes narrow slightly, his usual smirk softening into quiet concentration. “Fascinating…” he murmurs, running his fingers just above the pages without touching them.

He levitates a droplet of the spilled potion, a shimmering gold. Or wait, purple? He lets it hover between his thumb and forefinger. The liquid shimmers violet and gold, shifting mesmerisingly, as if the two colours are pushing and pulling. 

“A reaction to the potion base,” he muses, comparing the residue’s hue to the markings in the book. “It must’ve activated a latent spell…one that relies on mutual contact within its radius.”

You blink. “Meaning…?”

He glances over his shoulder, smile returning, deceptively gentle.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about, MC.”

You frown. It’s always something to worry about. “Solomon-”

“Our souls are bound,” he says simply, as if announcing the weather.

You stare at him. “…What.”

He shrugs lightly, closing the grimoire with a snap. “Temporary, probably. Should wear off… eventually.”

And with that, he just smiles—calm, composed, and absolutely infuriating.

“Gosh dang it, Satan, this is all your fault!” Mammon’s voice booms through the dining room as he slams his fork down. “Look at what we did! Now MC’s freakin’ soulbound to that shady sorcerer!”

Across the table, Satan lets out an exasperated sigh, legs crossed and expression unreadable. “Do you think I wanted this to happen, Mammon? I’m just as unhappy about it as you are.”

Mammon jabs a finger toward him. “Yeah, well, you’re the one who started that stupid ‘who can summon Baba Yaga faster’ competition in the living room!”

“You’re the one who accepted it,” Satan shoots back, his tone clipped. “And maybe if you didn’t step over the sigil circle-”

“Oh, I stepped into it now, huh?? You-”

“Guys,” you interrupt, resting your chin on your hand with a tired smile, “everything’s fine. Really. It’s not that bad.”

There’s a faint clink beside you.

“I agree,” Solomon says mildly, sipping his tea like nothing’s wrong. “I’m actually finding this time quite enjoyable.”

Every head at the table turns. The faint metallic glint catches in the light—Solomon’s wrist cuffed to yours by a pair of silver handcuffs, the chain resting casually between your plates.

Everyone groans. Asmo just sips his wine comfortably.

Belphie squints from his spot at the end of the table. “Didn’t you two say it was temporary?”

“We did,” you sigh, glancing down at the cuffs. “But apparently Solomon’s still ‘monitoring magical fluctuations’ or whatever that means.”

“That’s right,” Solomon smiles in response, though his expression is furtive.

You remember the way the air still shimmered with magic after the spell. The room had been heavy with it—like static before lightning.

Solomon sat cross-legged on the floor, the ruined grimoire open beside him, pages glowing faintly under his touch. You were pacing, clutching your wrist where a faint golden mark still shimmered.

“So,” you began, wary, “what do you mean by ‘our souls are bound?’” you said, fingers forming into air quotes.

Solomon glanced up, eyes bright. “Don’t worry my apprentice, it’s not as dramatic as it sounds. Think of it like our souls’ energy signatures are merged temporarily. A bit like overlapping heat signatures.” He motioned with his hands, fingers weaving together. “This causes effects like emotional resonance. If you feel a negative emotion, I can sense it. If I do, you can too.”

You nodded. “So, if I get pissed off, you do too?”

“Sort of. I’d say it’s more… emotional echoing. A faint tug, like catching someone else’s heartbeat.”

You frowned, arms crossed. “And what was that about the proximity?”

Solomon hesitated, a little too long. “Well… the resonance is strongest when we’re close. If we get too far apart, the energy destabilises, which could cause discomfort, or mild dizziness. Nothing dangerous, but…” he tilted his head thoughtfully, a smile aimed your way “…I wouldn’t recommend straying too far from me.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “So what you’re saying is we can't be far away from each other?”

“You could put it that way,” he said smoothly, “But there’s no need for drastic measures, MC.”

Is what he SAID.

At first, it was manageable. Just the occasional spark of warmth in your chest whenever Solomon walked into the room, like his presence automatically steadied you. But the first day you got separated at R.A.D., you realised how serious it actually was.

It started with a dull ache behind your ribs, the kind that made your pulse feel heavy. You’d been sitting in History of Demonic Law, halfway through writing down Lucifer’s lecture notes, when your pen started shaking in your hand. By the time you blinked the dizziness away, you were face-to-face with the white-haired wizard in the halls.

“Sol, we need something to keep us close,” you said flatly, “maybe handcuffs?”

It wouldn’t be the first time.

For a moment, he was quiet—too quiet. Then a slow, wide smile spread across his face, a low chuckle ringing through the air.

“Ah,” he said, far too cheerfully. “Are you quite sure-?”

“Yes,” you deadpan.

Which brings you to today, an entire WEEK after the accident happened.

You sit side by side in the library, the chain of the handcuffs lightly clinking every time you turn a page. You’re really starting to think he’s enjoying this more than he lets on.

Each time you ask him about the progress of solving it, he makes up another excuse. 

“The runes were damaged,” he said two days ago, flipping through his grimoire with one hand while the other absentmindedly turned your chair closer to his. “If I misread even one symbol, we could accidentally summon a minor apocalypse. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Yesterday, it was, “I need to study how the bond stabilises under long-term exposure. Purely academic, of course.”

That was right after he’d insisted you accompany him to the market so he could “observe the effects in public spaces.” He’d bought you a pastry halfway through, smiling like he hadn’t just made you carry his spell components the entire time.

You exhale through your nose, turning another page a little too sharply. “You’re insufferable.”

He hums, clearly pleased. “And yet, you’re still holding my hand.”

You glance down, realising too late that, yes, you are.

It wasn’t like the time you’d spent with Solomon wasn’t enjoyable. It was a nice change of pace being away from the H.O.L., instead staying in Purgatory House. This only meant more time with Simeon, Luke, and of course, Solomon. 

You guys talked about nearly everything. Your childhood, his knowledge of history—having experienced it. 

At night when the day was said and done, you climbed into his bed, handcuffs no longer needed. He’d wrap an arm around you as he flicked his wrist, the air shimmering, and in a blur the ceiling morphed into an illusion of the Devildom’s night sky. 

“See that one?” he’d murmur, pointing toward a glimmering constellation of the Devildom’s night sky. “That’s the one that burned out centuries ago. We only see its memory.”

You hum, eyes tracing the soft glow reflected in his silver hair. “You really like metaphors about memory, don’t you?”

He smiles faintly. “Maybe I just like that you listen to them.”

And sometimes, when the silence stretched too comfortably, you’d fall asleep against him—your head tucked beneath his chin, his magic dimming the stars until the room was dark again. He never moved you away, only whispered a small incantation to keep the warmth lingering through the night.

You told yourself it was because of the bond. The spell made distance feel wrong, so of course, it made sense to stay close.

That’s what you told yourself.

By the time a week passed, even the air between you two felt different. You’ve always felt a kinship with Solomon. Some moments you shared together were more intimate than others, but nothing could escalate past that.

So when Solomon looked up from his notes one evening, candlelight flickering across his face, and said softly, “I think I’ve found the counterspell,” it almost didn’t sound like victory.

It sounded more like goodbye.

You blink, the soft hum of the magic circle barely audible under the low crackle of candlelight. Solomon’s handwriting covers half the desk on pages of runes and diagrams, little notes scrawled in the margins.

“So… this’ll undo it?” you ask quietly.

He doesn’t look up right away. Instead, he exhales through his nose, the faintest smile ghosting across his lips. “It will. It’ll set your soul’s frequency back to normal, unlink our resonance. You’ll stop feeling what I feel.”

You try to laugh, but it comes out small. “You say that like you’ll miss being handcuffed to me.”

“I will.”

That stills you.

He finally meets your gaze then, eyes reflecting the soft gold of the candle flame. “These last few days… they’ve meant more to me than you probably realised.” His voice is calm and steady. But something fragile hides under it. 

“I’m sorry, MC. I knew I should’ve fixed it sooner. I had every chance to. But every night, I told myself I’d do it tomorrow. Just one more day.”

“Solomon-”

He shakes his head lightly, eyes soft. “I’m sorry. I was selfish. I just wanted to enjoy the time we had. I know your heart belongs in the House of Lamentation. I can feel how you miss them. The brothers.” He glances down at your joined wrists. “Even the bond knew it. It ached, most times.”

Your throat tightens. “You felt that too?”

“Of course I did.” His tone is almost tenderly amused, though his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “It was like hearing your heartbeat through mine. Constant. Familiar.”

The circle beneath you flares faintly, the magic beginning to unravel. You can feel your connection loosening like a thread being pulled out of your chest. The warmth that used to hum between you two starts to fade.

Solomon steps closer, lifting a hand to your cheek. His fingers are warm, trembling slightly. “When this is over, you’ll be free again.”

He says it like he’d condemned you to an ill-fated misery. Solomon’s intentions are often concealed under small smiles and clever words, but you can feel him holding something back.

Sorrow. It grips at your heart for a second, only to be pulled back by an invisible force. The spell is working its magic.

You swallow hard. “Solomon,” you start. But he doesn’t give you the chance to try and mend anything. Nothing is broken, after all. This is just the way things are.

He hesitates, then gives a quiet, almost broken laugh. “I’ll just go back to being me. I’ll spend my hours here,” His thumb brushes your skin, into your eyes with a look you’ve never seen on his face before.

You meet his eyes, wide, searching.

“You are an amazing person, MC.”

“If it’s not too foolish of me, I request that…” his knuckles brush against your cheek, a faint tremor behind his voice, “perhaps you could spare a little of your love…just for me.”

The magic hums louder, a final rush of energy spilling through the room—light flaring between your hands. You flinch, and just as quickly, the warmth vanishes. 

Solomon’s gone. And so is his room.

You turn, and you’re met with the doors of the House of Lamentation.

He must’ve teleported you here.

“MC???” a familiar voice calls out.

The doors practically slam open, Mammon nearly tackling you as his arms crushing you to his chest.

“MC!” His voice cracks halfway between trying to stay cool and relief. “You’re finally back! And away from that damned-”

“Mammon, you’re choking them,” Lucifer’s voice cuts through, calm but softer than usual. He appears in the doorway, arms crossed.

You laugh into Mammon’s shoulder, the tension melting away. “I missed you too, Mammon.”

Levi pokes his head out from behind Lucifer. “MC! Don’t do that again, okay?? Do you know how awkward dinners are without you??”

Asmo rushes forward next, dramatic as ever, wrapping you and Mammon in a perfumed hug. “My poor, sweet MC! You were trapped with Solomon for days! You must spend tonight with me, we need to see to it that your skin is restored to its natural beauty!”

Beel silently hugs you after Mammon lets go, while Belphie yawns from the couch, voice muffled. “Glad you’re back… it was too quiet.”

You’re surrounded in mere seconds, familiar voices overlapping, arms tugging, warmth pressing in from every direction.

You think of Solomon’s last smile as Asmo and Mammon practically drag you in, his quiet words echoing through your mind.

You press a hand to your chest, a small, secret ache buried under all their noise and affection. But you notice how Lucifer rolls his eyes, disgruntled at the commotion his brothers are making. You let yourself laugh.

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creds: dividers by @uzmacchiato 

this genuinely took forever to make LOL i hope you guys enjoyed! solomon is one of my all-time faves. i do have some regrets with this butttt what's done is done. as always, tysm for reading, any interaction helps! much love, lorre.

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The Marking Part VIII | Diavolo x Reader

1.8K Words | AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used | Current CW: Mentions of pregnancy, human biology, DNA compatibility, possessive demons, possessive behaviors, mating, and breeding

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you in the shadows something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.

Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of

Part Eight Summary ~ During a study session with Mephistopheles, Thirteen, and Asmodeus, you finally get some answers about what’s been happening with Diavolo and Lucifer. By the end of it Mephistopheles decides he cannot stand idly by and watch things play out as they are and he needs to do something to protect you and his lord—but this decision might only aggravate the situation further.

“Nice earrings,” Lucifer said sarcastically as soon as you next saw him, and you turned red. Both from embarrassment, you couldn’t turn down your crush, and because of the memories of the previous night you spent with the prideful demon.

“Who got them for you?” Mammon added, and you rolled your eyes, not able to say much else.

“Three guesses,” Belphegor chimed in, and Asmodeus played along.

“First guess, Lord Diavolo. Second guess, Lord Diavolo. Third guess, Lord Diavolo.”

You sighed loudly to signal your annoyance as you grabbed the books from your locker, prepared to head home.

As the brothers aired their complaints to you and each other, you were stopped in your tracks by Mephistopheles and Thirteen.

“So what’s for dinner?” Thirteen asked playfully, and Lucifer butt in.

“Pardon?”

“We’re studying with ___ tonight to catch them up on what they missed in class today,” Mephistopheles explained.

“Mmhmm,” Asmodeus agreed, and Lucifer shot his brother a glare for not being informed.

“You can order takeout,” Lucifer mumbled and handed you his card casually.

Thirteen looked a little surprised that he was just giving you his unlimited credit card, and the mischievous sparkle in her eyes told you she wanted to use it as much as she could.

“Can I get some, too?” Beelzebub pleaded behind you.

You glanced at Lucifer, who rolled his eyes and gave in, “Do what you want.”

Mephistopheles raised an eyebrow at the demon as he left ahead of everyone else, followed by Mammon and Satan.

“He’s in a mood.” He stated, and you nodded.

“When isn’t he?” Thirteen asked, earning a laugh from Belphegor. “What’s got his panties in a bunch this time?”

“It’s nothing,” you brushed off, and she decided not to inquire further but made a mental note of your unusual choice to wear a turtleneck.

While Thirteen internally questioned your new look, Mephistopheles was wondering the same thing about your onyx earrings.

He recognized this particular set from a magazine he’d read on one-of-a-kind items only the obscenely wealthy like himself could afford. As the magazine implied, it was the only pair of earrings that existed in the three worlds, and it was mined in Cocytus millions of years ago. The artisan had held onto the earrings, and they were auctioned after his passing. Mephistopheles had no idea they’d ended up in Lord Diavolo’s hands, and he was astonished they’d been given to you so casually. He suspected you didn’t know their origin or you’d be bragging about them—at least he certainly would be.

You noticed Mephistopheles staring at your earrings and assumed he was also put off by Diavolo’s persistent gifting as of late. You assured yourself that next time you really would tell Diavolo to stop with the gifting.

After ordering an excessive amount of food on Lucifer’s dime, you went up to your room with Mephistopheles, Thirteen, and Asmodeus. You promptly locked the door to prevent any more brothers from intruding.

You decided to start with human biology first and were pleased with the cute style of Asmodeus’s notes, but less pleased with the unnecessarily sexual remarks on them.

You groaned, and Mephistopheles took a peek at what was written, turning red.

“What in the Devildom are you learning?”

“Biology,” Asmodeus giggled.

“These are some weird notes for a biology class?” Thirteen opined.

You nodded but were used to it by now, in its fourth day, “yeah, kinda. I guess they decided that starting human biology with how it can connect with demon biology was a good way to begin?” You theorized. “Asmo and I have a test on this tomorrow, so I’m really grateful you guys are here to help me focus.”

“Yes, I bet you get veeeeery distracted, right?” Asmodeus teased, and you threw an eraser at him.

“Owie!”

“The demons in class aren’t bothering you, are they?” Mephistopheles asked, concerned you’d be harassed for help as the only human.

“No. Not anymore, not since Diavolo gave me his handkerchief.”

“Yeah, that thing smelled pretty strongly on him,” Thirteen agreed.

“So you can smell it too? What is scent bathing in your opinion anyway?”

Mephistopheles choked on the sip of tea he’d taken at a poor moment.

“Sc-scent bathing? Does Lucifer think you’re being scent bathed?” He stuttered, and you nodded.

“He seemed pretty certain. Diavolo seemed to think he might have on accident too…”

Mephistopheles dabbed his mouth with a cloth napkin to hide his displeased frown.

He did it by accident? Did that mean Lord Diavolo was about to go into rut? If so…this wasn’t good.

“Scent-bathing?” Thirteen questioned, and Asmodeus nodded and explained.

“Demons can control our pheremones to attract and lure people. We can also attach these pheromones to objects and give them to people as a sign that we’re their lover or, in some cases, their owner. We can bathe people in pheremones too and make them unable to detect or fall prey to anyone else’s pheremones; it’s like they can only think of us.”

“Well, that’s frightening…” Thirteen mumbled and gave you a concerned look. “So is Lucifer trying to claim you or something?”

“Hm? Lucifer?”

“Yeah, I figure he must be if Lord Diavolo’s trying to. Or did Lord Diavolo start, and now Lucifer’s getting pissy, and that’s why you were wearing his gloves?”

“Uh—“

“Let’s focus on studying,” Mephistopheles quickly changed the subject. He didn’t want anyone else to know what Lord Diavolo was consciously or unconsciously doing to you. If they did, the House of Lords would be sure to find out he was due for rut, and their interference would prove detrimental to Diavolo’s well-being.

Thirteen took a hint, and Asmodeus helped you with what the teacher had said would be on your test.

Today’s lessons focused on the effects of a cambion pregnancy on the human female body. Human mothers and the child in their womb shared blood flow, and because human DNA could adapt and change to become angels, sorcerers, or demons, the father of their child would affect their health and genetics in the future.

There were no reports of humans carrying an angel’s baby with permission from their Father, but there were plenty of reports of humans carrying children of demons and sorcerers.

“As an example, let’s say you didn’t have any magic ____.” Asmodeus explained, “But then you had Solomon’s baby. Now you have magic flowing in your veins, and with practice, you can become a sorcerer too. And the same goes for if you had Simeon’s baby: you now have angel magic and could potentially become a full angel. And of course,” he gave you a seductive grin, “if you had my baby, you’d have demon blood in your veins and slowly turn into a demon.”

This wasn’t a complete surprise to you, as you’d had to deal with Simeon almost becoming a demon after he’d become a human, so you’d assumed something similar could happen to you if you stayed in hell long enough. But now you had confirmation that if you had Diavolo’s child, you’d become a demon like him—a devil.

Asmodeus noticed the faint blush in your cheeks and assumed you’d been thinking about carrying his baby. “You know I totally wouldn’t mind—“

“Don’t be creepy,” Thirteen interrupted him.

“Huh? I’m not being creepy, they’re totally thinking about it.”

“No, I wasn’t!” You tried to defend yourself, but it was already too late, as in your embarrassment, you’d accidentally reached for your earrings as a way to soothe yourself.

Mephistopheles noticed immediately. In a topic about children, you’d touched the gift Diavolo had given you; in a topic that made you embarrassed, you reached for something with Diavolo’s scent for comfort.

Mephistopheles knew in his gut now that Lucifer’s suspicions were correct, you were definitely being scent-bathed, and Diavolo’s current behavior was anything but normal—it was unstable and dangerous, and you were about to be swept away into it.

Mephistopheles returned home in a daze. He’d managed to get his homework done, and he’d gotten all the information he wanted out of you.

You definitely had a thing for Lucifer, but you had much stronger feelings for his lord. His primary concern was whether those feelings came naturally or if you were slowly being bathed in his pheromones, altering your brain chemistry to feel that way.

He thought back to past interactions between you and Lord Diavolo. You had always been sweet on each other. Diavolo had given you a position of power within RAD, prestigious titles and awards, and he’d credited his success to you on several occasions. But what about you? Diavolo had summoned you to the Devildom without your prior knowledge or consent, and you’d confronted him about it. You weren’t afraid of him and had even danced with him after an argument days prior. Were there other signs you were comfortable with, Lord Diavolo? He had saved your life several times, and you were grateful. He invited you on vacations and gave you gifts and islands and other extravagant things. It was obvious how much Lord Diavolo cared for you, but it was a little less obvious how you felt.

You never turned down an invitation from the prince, but that was only logical in his opinion. He also struggled to believe you wouldn’t be in love with Diavolo, but he wanted proof for his own comfort. If his lord was unintentionally forcing you to love him, then he needed to stop it before he made a mistake he couldn’t take back.

As these thoughts consumed him, his father asked about his tardiness coming home and how Lord Diavolo was behaving.

Mephistopheles gave excuses for each but was thrown off by his third question. “What happened to your scarf?”

“Here.” Mephistopheles wrapped his scarf around you as Thirteen gave him a suspicious look.

“I’m not cold?”

“It’s for RAD. I can see how uncomfortable this scent-bathing thing is making you. I haven’t scent bathed this, but it should contain traces of my magic, enough to scare every low-tier demon in that class.”

“Thank you! That’s so nice of you, Mephisto!”

“Nat—“ you cut him off with a tight squeeze. He blushed and avoided looking at you or at a highly skeptical Thirteen.

Finally, you’d received a gift you could trust. Because there was no way Mephistopheles would scent bathe you, not when his lord, whose happiness he was obsessed over, was already doing so—allegedly.

Mephistopheles looked at his father and lied, “I must’ve left it at the House of Lamentation.”

“Do be sure to get it back; it belonged to one of your ancestors, I’m sure you haven’t forgotten that.”

“Of course not, father.”

Mephistopheles ascended the rest of the stairs, followed by his butler and retainers, and they got him ready for the night.

He stared at the ceiling of his room, trying to make a plan to protect you and his lord. Did he need separate plans for you? Or were you in love with Lord Diavolo and prepared for what being his partner really meant for you? Either way, you were about to face things no regular human could handle; he could only hope that, again, you’d defy human standards and get through this with your mind intact.

[denpa-dere]

house arrest 8

description: you are confined to your room for your own protection. But how long will that last when the only thing standing between you and your housemates is a door and some willpower? The sorcerer provides an elegant solution.

warnings: none

|| Intro || Mammon || Asmo (mini) || Levi || Satan (mini) || Beel || Lucifer (mini) || Asmo || Belphie (mini) || Belphie || Barbatos (mini) || Satan || Diavolo (mini) || Purgatory I || Purgatory II ||

taglist:

@antique-remains

@your-favorite-god

@professionalreblogger

@madamscream

“Isn't it a little late for lunch?” You asked, grasping at straws. 

“Late for lunch, early for dinner,” Solomon quipped, ushering you into the kitchen, “Too bad there isn't a word that describes something in between. Come on, take a seat, it's almost ready.”

You were no match for his earnestness. Smoke filled the room, pungent and acrid. You allowed yourself to be seated at a modest wooden dining table despite the cold terror gnawing at your belly. 

“So, what brings you by?” Solomon asked, turning his attention back to the bubbling pot atop the stove,”Extra magic lessons? Or did you just want to spend some time with me?”

He finished his question with a flourish, placing an immaculately plated dish of… something… before you. Distracted by plating his own meal, he did not notice you recoil as your serving began to pulse in time with your heartbeat. 

You pushed a piece of unidentifiable mush around your plate, “Actually, Lucifer and I are having an argument.” 

“I'm sorry to hear that,” Solomon replied with a sympathetic frown. He popped a forkfull of questionable food into his mouth, "What's got him in a twist this time?”

“It's kind of a long story.” 

“I always have time for my adorable apprentice.” 

Your heart skipped a beat, and you could have sworn the mystery meat on your plate echoed your butterflies’ cadence. Heat crept up the back of your neck. You sighed, pushing your plate away to give room for your elbows and rested your head against your hands, fingers steepled in front of your lips. Should you be delicate or up front? 

“What do you know about, uh, cross-breeding?” The question tumbled out more clumsily than you would have liked. Solomon, mid-sip, choked. 

___

It would be simple, Solomon explained. A pocket dimension was child's play to create. He’d whip up an ideal vivarium for you in no time at all, sealing it in such a way that any magical traces would be suppressed. Then, he would hide the artifact acting as both conduit and portal on his person, where you could pass the next few days in peace and isolation before being safely returned. 

“Think of it as a little vacation!” He chirped. Solomon rummaged through a few chaotic piles of his belongings before settling on a broken pocket watch as a vessel. He held the item aloft, a charming grin spread across his face. His confidence was so infectious, you almost felt a bit more at ease. 

There wasn't much time left. Satan was a prodigy in his own right, but wielding teleportation magic was not his strong suit. It wouldn't take long for Lucifer to deduce where you had been disappeared to. Solomon worked quickly to enchant the old watch (a process you tried to follow but could not quite wrap your head around), and when he was finished, he placed the device in your palm, clasping your hand in his. 

“It's ready,” He beamed with pride. His hands were warm, large enough to engulf your own. You hoped the expression on your face wasn't as dopey as you knew it was. 

“Thank you,” You replied, “You take such good care of me.”

His eyes softened, the faintest traces of a blush dusted his cheeks, “Of course. I'll come for you soon. Have fun exploring!”

As if triggered by his wellwishes, a blinding light burst forth from the watch and swallowed you whole. 

Solomon snapped the pocket watch shut. He held it up, watching it twirl slowly on its chain, admiring for a moment how the light danced across its golden surface. Satisfied with his work, he placed the watch in the inner breast pocket of his coat, patting it gently through layers of fabric. You would be safe here, next to his heart. 

Solomon’s DDD buzzed on a nearby table. He watched it rattle across the wood, then settle, then buzz again. And again. He snatched it from the edge. 

One missed call and two messages, all from the same sender. 

Lucifer: If you move from that spot, you will regret it. 

Lucifer: I'm heading over now. 

Solomon chuckled to himself. His luck was looking up. He fired off a response. 

Solomon: Looking forward to it. I have a proposal you might find interesting. 

[0m-nom-obeyme]

𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯: size difference ft. diavolo

Diavolo has always been fascinated with humans. Some might even say unhealthily so. He met Solomon when he was young, but Diavolo never really thought Solomon counted. He’s some separate fourth thing outside of being an angel, human, or a demon in Diavolo’s mind.

Needless to say, when he got his hands on you, his precious exchange student, he was absolutely enamored with you. Infatuation, obsession, love…all the same to a demon. Call it what you want, Diavolo himself can’t quantify his feelings for you. All he knows is that he lives and breathes for you, and anyone who dares to try and get their grimy hands on his little exchange student has to answer to him.

Demons are just so much bigger than humans, though, aren’t they? There’s never a better demonstration than here, in the Demon Lord’s bedchambers. He’s always towered over you, but the effect is heightened when his wings and horns pop out. He can’t help it! It just happens when he gets so excited around you. His big hands wrap around the insides of your thighs, and he spreads you apart as far as he can. Even just stretching to fit his hips between yours is a bit of a challenge, forget the appendage protruding from his pelvis.

Well…you would if you could, but the way Diavolo has his hard cock laid out on your belly is almost enough to have you running for the hills. It’s not an impossible length, but it’s still easily ten inches. It eats up a good amount of your torso, and he’s completely mesmerized. 

“Humans are so delicate!” he exclaims. “I always forget how much bigger I am than you. Perhaps it would be better with me below you…”

So, now you’re here. Diavolo’s cock can’t fit anywhere near all the way inside you, but he’s fucking up into you like it can. His hands have a firm but not painful grip on your hips as he ruts up into you. Even at the relatively shallow depth you’re taking him, a bulge still peeks through your tummy. It’s enough to have Diavolo seeing stars.

“Hnn, Dia…slow down!” you moan as your hands cover his.

“I can’t, love. Can’t, can’t, can’t, ohhh…” his fingers grip you tighter as his hips stutter.

“You’re just too big,” you complain. “We sh-should reassess the–Dia!”

Of course, your words do nothing beside trigger his orgasm. He cums deep inside you, and the sensation has you squirming on top of him.

When you collapse down onto his chest with a whimper, whining about being too full, Diavolo just holds you tighter and rubs his cheek against the top of your head. “So cute~”

kinktober masterlist

[melodiesz]

⋆˙⟡ At the same damn time !

What happens when Lucifer walks in on Diavolo edging you? He joins in of course !

tw: fxmxm, edging, p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, face-fucking, praise, degrading, hair pulling, reader passes out at the end (in a good way), aftercare ۶ৎ

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Lucifers voice rings in your ears before you see him, tall frame appearing in the doorway with a hand raising to place a respectful but useless knock against the open doorframe.

“Is everything alright? I heard some nois-“ he stops, freezing in place when he’s met with the sight in front of him.

He sees you first—can only focus on you and your soaked cunt splayed on display like that. Then he thinks with his brain instead of the quickly hardening length in his pants and processes that it’s none other than Lord Diavolo himself whose fingers are stuffed knuckle-deep into you.

Obviously it’s him, it’s his office he’d walked into specifically to find the future king, but the sight of you, bare and spread-eagle on the man’s lap still leaves him speechless.

He stands there in shock for a moment, gawking at the way Diavolo just laughs and presses a kiss to your neck when you blush and attempt to close your legs.

“Gorgeous, isn’t she?” Diavolo comments just as the man is turning to leave. It’s hard not to notice the way Lucifers eyes trailed up and down your body like he couldn’t quite pick a place to look—and he froze when he realized he was caught.

Lucifer nodded. “very,” he breathed, admiring the way Diavolo’s fingers teasingly slid out of you to hold your quivering legs open, presenting your cute cunt in a way so generous it might as well be wrapped with a bow.

Diavolo beckoned him over, offering a sly smile. “She’s been rather disobedient lately. It makes me wonder if she even deserves to cum…”

The mention of that sweet release you desperately craved had you squirming in his lap. “Please- please, wanna cum!” you begged with tears welling in your eyes.

Diavolo’s smile didn’t falter even as he wiped your stray tears away, simply looking back at Lucifer with a plotting expression. “What do you think, Lucifer? Does she deserve it?”

He didn’t reply, but instead smiled with a sadistic glint in his eyes. You realized then that you were in for a long night.. .

₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡

“ah! mmf.. .Diavolo-“ you moaned, gripping the hardwood desk for dear life while he ate you out from the back.

Papers were scattered onto the ground, your bare body laying chest-down on the large desk with the men on opposite sides of you. Diavolo was currently between your legs eating you out with a level of gluttony that put even Beelzebub to shame.

Lucifer had his cock out, breathing heavily at the teasing kitten-licks you gave to his pink tip. His grip on your hair grew firm and he tugged your mouth closer until your lips were pressed to his cock in a cute little smooch!

“such a tease…” he chastised, but it quickly turned into a groan when you took him into your mouth, moaning around him not even second later when Diavolo’s fingers hit that particular spot.

His eyebrows furrowed at the delicious feeling of your mouth on him and the vibrations shooting tingles up his spine like fireworks.

You traced the prominent vein on the side of his cock and struggled to keep your focus with the filthy way Diavolo was eating you out. You could feel that high rapidly approaching and your face contorted in pleasure.

Taking notice of this, Lucifer promptly ordered, “Don’t you dare cum yet.”

You glared up at him, earning a rough thrust that had him hitting the back of your throat. You choked, pulling off and sputtering garbled curses. He chuckled and wiped some drool off your chin, waving the man between your legs over.

“Make Lord Diavolo cum and then I’ll consider letting you.”

You beamed at the mention of coming and made quick work of the redheads belt, pulling his pants down swiftly and nearly being hit in the face when his dick bobbed out. His tip was flushed and angry, dripping an immense amount of precum from his time spent teasing you.

You wasted no time licking a stripe up his cock, cleaning his mess until you reached the tip and pressing a wet kiss to it and licking off his precum. He threw his head back in pleasure and you happily continued, now taking him fully into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down.

Occupied with that, you nearly jumped in surprise when you felt something press against you, Lucifers tip gliding over your pussy and the mess of slick and spit. He took a firm hold of your hips, keeping you still as he leaned down over your back to whisper in your ear.

“Your pretty pussy is dripping for us. You’re ready for it, aren’t you?” he asked, and you frantically mumbled what you hoped he could hear was yes.

He pushed into you and you let out something between a moan and a whimper at the stretch—Diavolo holding your jaw and caressing your face soothingly as you adjusted to the size.

Looking up at Diavolo, so tall above you and his face basked in pleasure, you knew this really was the Devildom’s future king.

Drool was spilling from your lips and you gave him a pleading expression that earned a nod. “She wants you to start moving,” Diavolo notified, and instantly the raven haired man’s hips thrusted forward.

You screamed in pleasure and the vibrations sent up his cock made Diavolo groan and start thrusting his hips as well, balls slapping against your chin while he used your mouth like a toy.

Your brain was quickly going hazy with the pleasure but you managed to remember what Lucifer had promised. You hollowed your cheeks and made sure to focus on sucking his sensitive tip.

You brought your hands currently holding on to the desk with a death grip up to play with his balls, squeezing and fondling them to feel the way he twitched in your mouth.

His breath hitched, eyes closed shut in pleasure as he sputtered and his thighs twitched wildly. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum. Just like that, ngh.. .such a good girl.”

Being pounded from both sides had your brain turning to mush, only thought being of the two men and how desperately you wanted to come. You teetered on that edge but didn’t dare let go just yet, which Lucifer, the damn sadist, had to make as hard as possible for you.

The ravenette lifts your hips so your knees are on the table and you’re now in a downwards dog position. The new angle caused him to reach even deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot dead centre.

“Such a whore, letting us take you like this and screaming loud enough for anyone to hear,” the man currently rearranging your guts hissed. Just to really torture you he reached a hand down to play with your clit, rubbing it in taunting little circles.

His thrusts were unrelenting, only getting rougher with pushed you further onto Diavolo’s length. His tip smacked against the back of your throat and with a large palm on your head he kept you there as warm cum filled your mouth.

“Hgnh- ohfuckkkk good girl, our pretty girl,” Diavolo praised with a whimper, such a stark contrast to the other man’s harsh words.

You swallowed his thick release eagerly, lifting off of him with a gasp. Lucifer, keeping true to his promise, grabs ahold of your hair roughly and pounds you so hard you see stars.

“Come for us like the dumb little whore you are.” he demands, and you do, hard.

Your vision goes white as that blinding pleasure hits you dead on like a train, shocks shooting up your body as your long-awaited release is finally granted.

With the pure ecstasy filling your body you feel your head start to get dizzy. Your body feels lighter when your eyes start to shut with hot cum filling your cunt being the last sensation you feel before you pass out.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You wake to the sound of familiar voices and the feeling of soft sheets. Blinking your eyes open, you see Lucifer and Lord Diavolo both setting down an assortment of different snacks and drinks on the nightstand in front of you.

“I feel as though we could have been a little gentler with her,” Diavolo remarked, setting a tray with chocolate covered strawberries down along with Barbatos’ signature tea.

“oh please, she enjoys that treatment. Didn’t you see the way she came so hard she passed out?” Lucifer added, placing some Advil and a back-massager along with the food.

”—and don’t forget you were the one teasing her in the first place. Don’t act so innocent,” Lucifer pointed out, earning a guilty chuckle from the other.

Lucifer was the first to notice you were awake. He smiled so warmly at you that you could’ve forgotten that he was just rearranging your guts. “Have a good rest?”

You rubbed your sore throat and offered a bashful smile. “The best.”

Diavolo sat on the edge of the bed and brought the soothing tea to your lips. You drank it gratefully, impressed to find it almost immediately worked wonders for your throat.

Lucifer observed you with an unreadable expression, and you returned the look with a cheeky one of your own. “You should walk in on us more,” you snickered, earning a raised brow.

“So long as you can handle it next time,” he teased, causing you to frown and turn away from the men only for them to join you in the bed. Diavolo curled around your back and tucked his face into your shoulder, immediately out like a light.

Lucifer laid on your other side facing you and brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face. You let your head fall against his chest and he looked down at you with a knowing expression. “You and Diavolo left the door open on purpose, didn’t you?”

You were silent, keeping your face hidden in his chest when you quietly admitted “It was his idea.”

a/n: Diavolo x Lucifer at the end ofc.. .the poll is finished and this was the winner! I hope you all enjoyed, and to anyone who requested any fics I’m working on them rn and will try to get them out as soon as possible! thank you for reading ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[lovetei]

KINKTOBER DAY 5: 3SOME?

BEELZEBUB & BELPHEGOR × MC : Maybe telling them that double penetration is your biggest wish was a bad Idea...

WARNINGS: Grammar errors, spelling errors, slight toxic behaviors, watching porn, slight toxic behavior, very long, heavy breeding themes, female reader, really dirty words, overstimulation

LINKS: Masterlist, Kinktober 2025

TAGLIST: @angelishs @zarakem @cruzerforce4256 @nine-coliection-room @distructive-gamer @aria-again @xxshadyladyxx-blog @ellee3 @hello-kitty-number-1-fan @leviathans-fish @katsuwifey @angelbabyy111 @urfavsatellite @lovelytwixx @chirikoheina (If you want to be added, just tell me!)

MSG: This is one of the longest and filthiest think I wrote. No wonder it took longm... T—T

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Asking for a threesome with BEELZEBUB & BELPHEGOR means asking for your world to be rocked until to the point of no return.

It started with a simple late-night conversation in the twins room. Popcorn, sodas, fort of pillows and warm blankets and the projector playing the lewdest porn.

It was an honest mistake, you didn't know this movie included the main character getting tag teamed by the two love interests! Sure, you knew there was a little something but not this! Not a full blown porn movie with sex scenes every other minute!

But when BELPHEGOR pressed pause, you knew you messed up. “I'm really sorry! I didn't know it had that much of those scenes!" You blurted out an apology faster than he could speak.

BELPHEGOR just laughed, “Calm down, I didn't pause it because we didn't like it.” he said as he completely turns off the projector. Then why?

“Mhm.” You heard BEELZEBUB hum in agreement from behind you, his arms tightening around you waist as he buried his head on the crook of your shoulder.

“It's just that...” BEELZEBUB continued, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “...You looked so jealous.” He finished off, leaving you wide eyed and confused.

Jealous of what? The main character getting pounded? Having two dicks stuff her pussy? Getting creampied until it oozes out of her cunt? Getting trapped between two people? Getting fucked until she's battered? Which one?

Telling BEELZEBUB & BELPHEGOR you have always wanted to try a threesome sure didn't go the way it's planned.

Belphegor laughed breathlessly then muttered as he rubbed his cock slowly. “How are we gonna fit two dicks in that tiny pussy?”

Beelzebub is holding your already limp legs, “No amount of prep can stretch this cunt for two. Should we just go for it?”

Your eyes shot open, two at the same time? You trashed around weakly, letting out moans and whimpers, saying you're not sure if you can take it right now

Beelzebub leamed down and kissed your cheek soothingly. “Shh, baby. We'll go slow. Belphie will enter first.” He positioned his cock at your entrance, rubbing the head against your clit. “Hold onto something, sweetheart.” He smiled mockingly at you.

As Belphegor started pushing his dick into your tight pussy, Beel kisseed you deeply and roughly to muffle your loud moans and screams. He held your face with both hands, tongue-fucking your mouth aggressively while Belphegor bottomed out inside you with a low grunt. “Fuck...”

Belphie chuckled as he felt your pussy contracting tightly around his cock. “Aww, she's already gonna cum from just one dick?” He pulled out a bit, then pushes back in, making you whimper against Beelzebub's kiss. “God, just how are you gonna orgasm once you got two?” he added condescendingly.

Beel's thick tip is barely inside, while Belphie's entire length is in. “Shit, she's so fucking tight...” They start moving slowly, taking turns pushing deeper. “Spread her legs wider...”

“W-wait...! I think that enough—”

Belphegor barked a laugh, “Enough? Oh, baby...” He spoke as if faux consoling a crying child. “Beel isn't even halfway in. Don't be selfish.” He grinned.

They spread your legs wider apart, allowing them to push even deeper. Belphie's huge cock hits your cervix, making you cry out into Beel's mouth. Beelzebub, on the other hand, is so thick that only his tip is inside, but it's stretching you open immensely.

Though, it's wasn't long until he starts pushing in more. He pushed forward, his massive cock sliding inside you inch by inch until he's fully buried inside you, his huge balls slapping against your ass. Both men are now fully inside you, their thick dicks side by side.

Belphegor started moving first, his dick pounding into you roughly while he mocks you. “Look at this little slut taking two big cocks... Can't even handle one properly...” Beelzebub on the other hand kissed your neck softly while moving slowly but deeply inside you. “Shh baby...”

Both men started moving together, their massive dicks sliding in and out of your tightly stretched pussy. Belphie's rough thrusts and cruel words contrast sharply with Beel's gentle movements and sweet whispers. He holds your cheek tenderly while the other fucks your cunt hard.

Its not long until you started slurring out apologies for being a brat as your saliva slips out of your lips and your eyes rolling back. Seeing you so lost in pleasure, Belphegor finally seemed satisfied. He released your hair and slowed his thrusts a little, a cruel smirk on his face. “There she is... The real little slut princess... Drooling and fucking braindead...”

Beelzebub watched you with a mix of concern and arousal, gently wiping the drool from your chin. “Be gentle, Belphie... She's already overwhelmed.” He kissed your forehead softly. “Shh baby... You're doing so good taking both our cocks...” His voice is gentle and reassuring.

But just as Beelzebub tried to calm you, Belphegor thrusts particularly hard and deep, making you scream loudly and your body convulses on the brink of another orgasm. “Fuck!” Belphegor grinned sadistically. “Look at her squirming... Gonna cum without permission again?” Beelzebub quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

Belphegor kept mocking you mercilessly during his rough fucking. “Look at this little princess... Can't even control her orgasms... Such a fucking whore.” He slammed into your G-spot particularly hard.

As you whimper and struggle against the impending orgasm, Beel tightened his hand over your mouth, his thumb pressing against your lips. “Shh, baby... Don't listen to him...” Meanwhile, Belphegor continued his cruel teasing. “Look at this fucking brat, so desperate to cum...”

You suddenly started shaking so much, “G-Gonna cum... F-feels weird..!”

Your sudden intense shaking caught Beel's attention. He noticed your eyes rolling back and your body tensing up. “Fuck... Baby.” Belphegor laughed darkly. “She's gonna fucking squirt all over both of us... Little slut can't hold it in...”

Beel's face contorted with a mix of concern and arousal as he asked, “Baby... You gonna squirt like a little slut?” He presses his thumb harder against your lips, encouraging you to let go. “It's okay, princess... Let it out...”

“Gonna cum!”

As soon as the word leaves your mouth, you squeal loudly and squirt hard, your juices spraying out around Belphegor's thrusting cock and coating both men's shafts and balls. Belphegor groaned deeply, his face contorting with pleasure as he keeps fucking you through your squirting orgasm.

“Fuck yes... Look at this fucking slut squirting everywhere... We're both gonna cum in this bratty little pussy...” Your back arches off the bed as another orgasm builds quickly due to their combined movements on your sensitive pussy.

Belphegor grunts. “Gonna make this princess cum again right when we bust in her. You ready for two loads, baby?” Beelzebub groans.

“Fuck, baby... You're so fucking wet now... Gonna take both our loads like the good little fuck toy you are.” He pressed his forehead against yours, his face red with exertion and arousal. “And you're gonna cum with us, baby...”

Without warning, Beelzebub suddenly thrusts forward deeply, his thick cock pushing past your cervix and touching your womb. You scream in a mix of pain and pleasure as he hits your deepest spot. Belphegor laughed darkly. “Look at that... Beel's in her fucking womb already...” He starts rutting against you harder.

Belphegor leaned forward, his face inches from yours as he mocked you with a cruel smirk. “Should I join Beel in your womb, princess? Two cocks deep inside that stomach of yours?” He reached down and spreads your pussy wider around Beel's cock. “Or maybe...”

“...Maybe we should both cum in your fucking womb?” He asked mockingly, but his tone turned more aroused than degrading. “Would you like that, brat? Having two loads shoot directly into your womb?” Beelzebub groaned and started thrusting deeper.

And you nodded eagerly.

Both men groaned deeply, their faces contorting with lust as they realize you're eager to have their loads shot directly into your womb. “Fuck yes... This little slut wants both our loads in her womb...” Belphegor laughed darkly. “Gonna creampie her fucking cunt together...”

Belphie kept asking repeatedly, his voice dripping with arousal and degradation. “You want us to breed you, princess? You want Beel and I to fill your little womb up with our cum?” He slamed into you harder each time he asked. “Answer me...”

Beelzebub grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to look at him as he demands an answer. “Say it, baby... Say 'Yes, I want you both to breed me'...” Belphegor waited eagerly, his hips moving in sync with his twin as they pound into your womb. “Fucking say it...” He growled.

And when you did, Belphegor laughed mockingly in disbelief as you actually say the words he demanded. “Fucking look at this stupid whore... She actually wants us to breed her...” He slapped your face lightly. “You're such a fucking idiot, princess.”

While Belphegor continued demeaning you verbally, Beelzebub reached down and started vigorously rubbing your clitoris with his thumb, knowing exactly how sensitive it is. “Build that orgasm up, brat... You're gonna cum all over both our dicks as we breed you...” He grunted.

Belphegor laughed cruelly, watching Beel's usually gentle touch turn rough and demanding on your clit. “Look at that... Even sweet Beel is getting all nasty with you because he's so fucking turned on by the idea of breeding this stupid little slut.”

Beelzebub leaned in close, his voice a low growl in your ear as he encourages you to build up another orgasm. “Come on, princess... Fucking cum again for us... Show us how much you want both our loads in that little womb of yours...” He pressed his thumb harder against your clit.

Belphegor smirked, watching you shake and thrash as your orgasm builds. “Look at her... She's so sensitive and horny... One thumb on her clit and she's already losing it again.” Beel increased his pace, rubbing your clit faster and harder.

Both men groaned loudly as you announce your impending orgasm. Beel slammed into you brutally while Beel rubbed your clit furiously, both of them pushing you over the edge. “That's it, brat... Fucking cum for us...” Belphegor growled.

You scream out your third orgasm as both men release inside you at the same time. Beel's thumb pressed hard against your clit, making you shake uncontrollably as he shoots his hot load deep into your womb. Belphegor grunts, filling you up with his own thick, creamy cum.

As you're caught in the throes of your intense orgasm, Belphie continued to speak filthily. “Fuck yes... Taking both our loads like a good little breeding slut... Your womb's gonna be so fucking full of cum...” He pulled out slowly, making a mess as their mixed semen leaks out of your well-fucked hole.

He smacks his softening, cum-covered cock against your used, puffy pussy a few times, the wet sound echoing through the room. “Look at that... Your little cunt's all stretched out and sloppy from our cum...”

As Beel finally released your legs from his tight grip, you feel a mixture of relief and soreness. Your legs fall limp to the sides, spread wide open and vulnerable. Belphie continued his degrading talk as he runs his hand through his hair. “Fucking hell... You're a mess.” He mocked, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

“So, princess... Do you think you're already pregnant with our baby? Or should we keep fucking that little womb of yours until you definitely are?” He reached down and spreads your pussy open again, looking inside.

Without warning, Beel flipped you over onto your stomach, your face pressing against his thick thighs. He smacked your ass hard before speaking with a teasing glint in his eye. “Well, we can't be too careful... Might as well do one more round just to make sure it stays...” He spreads your ass cheeks apart.

[devildomwriter]

The Marking Part VII | Diavolo x Reader

2.7K Words | AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used | Current CW: Kissing, Heavy petting, explicit sexual language, slight angst, possessive demons

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you in the shadows something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.

Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of

Part Seven Summary ~ An intimate moment with Lucifer raises serious concerns when things don’t go to plan. Confronting these issues don’t get you far in the way of answers but they do help you decide once and for all which demon you love—and he’s waiting for you in his office.

Within minutes of entering Lucifer’s room, you found yourself tangled in Lucifer’s sheets, his anxious pants against your neck as he pleaded for you to go further than heavy petting.

“Please, ___…” he begged, “I need to be inside you.”

Sweat dripped down your face as you moaned from the squeeze of his hand against your breast. Lucifer’s tongue graced the hickey he’d made on your neck, and you could feel his bulge pressing against your stomach as he tried everything he could to make you give in to him.

He’d never succeeded to bed you in the past because the world you were raised in saw premarital sex as being taboo and shameful and despite years in the Devildom and in therapy the feeling of guilt when faced with anything sexual was deeply engraved within you. However, after recently taking human biology and learning about the pheromones and aphrodisiac effects of demon saliva in humans, you decided to blame those uncontrollable feelings on it. The feeling and intentional misdirection that this desire was not your fault alleviated the rising guilt and, for the first time, allowed you to focus on the pleasure you were feeling.

The thought of giving in to Lucifer, indulging in the pleasures you knew he could give you, was overwhelming now, but each time you parted your lips to finally accept—to finally give in and get to feel his dick deep inside you—Diavolo’s face appeared in your mind.

Lucifer saw your conflicted look and suspected it was Diavolo’s doing.

Demon pheromones were incredibly strong. The stronger the demon, the stronger their pheromones, so despite you wearing Lucifer’s gloves all day, Diavolo’s pheromones were still at play even though you’d worn Diavolo’s handkerchief the day before.

Lucifer growled jealously and began sucking on a more noticeable part of your neck, just beneath your jawline.

“Lu—Lucifer—“ you moaned, and he hummed into his bite, sending shivers down your body as his hands moved beneath your underwear.

Your body moved against your will, and your hand snatched Lucifer’s wrist to stop him from touching you. Despite all the heavy petting in your past, you still had yet to allow Lucifer’s fingers inside you, and even though you desperately wanted that now and much more, you couldn’t seem to allow it.

Lucifer took a break from leaving another hickey on you and looked into your eyes with tears pricking the corners as you struggled to fight your suddenly restrictive instincts.

“What’s stopping you, love?” He asked and kissed the corner of your eye tenderly.

You panted, trying to catch your breath and calm down at the same time as you answered, “I-I don’t know?”

This response differed from the usual “morality” answer you’d give him or the less common “shy” explanation.

Lucifer waited for you to answer, hand still lingering above your wet folds where you held it with a shaky hand.

“Don’t you want me inside you?” He asked, and you weakly nodded.

He gave you a pleased grin and prodded you on, “Don’t you want to feel me deep within your body?”

You nodded again, so he continued. “We’re both adults. No one is going to shame you for having sex, especially not in the Devildom. You can leave your human world worries behind here,” he assured, and you shook your head this time.

He frowned and questioned you.

“I want to—“ you moaned, and he felt the bulge in his pants grow larger than before. You could feel it too, and it made you even weaker beneath him. “I don’t know why…But I can’t,” you said weakly, a tear slipping down your cheek, and Lucifer frowned and fought his instincts in favor of comforting you.

“I’m sorry ___,” he apologized, moved to your side, and held you from behind as he tried to calm himself.

“Why are you apologizing?” You asked, your breathing calming.

“Because…you’re involved in something you don’t understand…the reason you can’t tonight is because of Diavolo’s pheromones,” he concluded, and you nodded, trying to comprehend this.

“P-please explain.” You urged, and he nodded in compliance.

“I think…Diavolo…I don’t think he’s doing it on purpose…but he’s most definitely laying claim to you.”

A shiver ran down your spine. You weren’t appalled or scared. It excited you. Somewhere deep inside you, Diavolo’s little gifts were beginning to awaken your most basic, primal instincts, and there was nothing anyone could do about it, not even you.

The brothers, as expected, were displeased when you exited Lucifer’s room disheveled and covered in hickeys that morning. In fact, they were so displeased that Mammon screamed before fainting, and the others escaped to their rooms, but Satan’s anger was enough to shake the house as you tried to enjoy your breakfast.

Lucifer looked at your hickeys and bit his lip. He didn’t know if he should feel ashamed or not. Last night, you cried because he’d pushed you to your limit, a limit that Diavolo unknowingly enforced.

He didn’t know if he should feel guilty for his actions or angry that his pheromones weren’t enough to trump Diavolo’s from days prior.

You rubbed your sore neck and worried about Diavolo’s reaction.

You weren’t dating him, but still…it was clear the affection you had for Diavolo, you didn’t try hard to disguise your blushes, and you were constantly playfully flirting with him and he with you.

Last night ate away at you as you wondered how much control you had over your feelings. Under normal circumstances, you believed that last night you would’ve finally let Lucifer bed you, but each time you attempted to consent, something within you had not only rejected so firmly that you couldn’t even get the words out but also moved your body to stop Lucifer physically as well.

You decided that you would tell Diavolo not to give you any more gifts. You had had enough of whatever pheromones were affecting you, which included Lucifer’s—which you’d made sure to drill into him before leaving his room.

After putting away your dishes, you grabbed a few things and went upstairs to take a long shower to sort through your feelings—even though you’d miss your first class at RAD.

You warned everyone that the bathroom would be occupied for a while and to consult with Asmodeus if they needed one, then turned off your D.D.D. and left it on the sink as you stripped off your clothes.

You stared in the mirror at the hickeys across your chest and throat and blushed. You quickly set aside some makeup made to hide hickeys, reminding yourself to put it on after your shower.

You stepped into the tub and sat beneath the warm water. You let out a deep sigh, you didn’t know you’d been holding, and let the water wash away your confusion and anxiety.

You suspected the shower might wash off pheromones as your thinking became less clouded. But even with clearer thoughts, Diavolo was all you could think of, and you knew that if it came down to it, in the end, Diavolo would be the man you chose.

With this decision, the hickeys felt like burning marks of shame, as did the feeling in your gut that you were hurting Lucifer.

The shower water blended with your tears as you let go of the emotions building within you over the last few days.

Despite the sound of the fan and shower, Leviathan could hear you cry as he had his ear pressed against the door.

He glared at Lucifer, who was approaching the bathroom for the same reason—to check on you.

“They’re crying, you jerk!” Leviathan snarled. “What’d you do last night!?”

“Nothing we haven’t done before,” Lucifer said plainly, and his brother turned red from head to toe as his thoughts spiraled.

“It’s not what you think happened,” Lucifer clarified, but would offer no further explanation on how far you’d gone with him.

“Then why are they so damn upset?” Mammon snapped from behind.

Lucifer sighed, realizing all of his brothers were gathering around him.

“Demon pheremones affect humans in many ways,” he suggested, but Satan shook his head, his spiked tail flicking angrily.

“Cut the crap, Lucifer. You and Diavolo are getting to them. You’re both getting possessive instead of being the friend that they’re used to. It’s confusing.” He growled, and Lucifer nodded.

“I know. I already apologized to them.”

They seemed shocked Lucifer would admit any fault, but brushed it off quickly in favor of defending you.

“So…then yer’ gonna back off for now, right?” Mammon asked, hopeful.

Lucifer shrugged. “I’ll do whatever they ask me to.”

“So in other words, if they reject Diavolo, you’ll swoop in?” Belphegor accused, and Lucifer glared.

“If they reject Diavolo, then I’m the obvious choice.”

“Not after they wash off the pheromones you and Diavolo smothered them with,” Satan huffed, and Lucifer sighed and decided to drop the subject for now, but the urge to lay claim to you like some lower-tier demon was slowly eating away at his rationality.

Surprisingly, the first demon to inquire as to why you were late was Mephistopheles.

Lucifer must have given an excuse to Diavolo—other than you were crying in the bathroom because of their pheremones—or he would’ve been at the door by now.

Mephistopheles: You aren’t in class, are you alright?

MC: Thank you, Mephi, just had a rough morning, but I’m on my way now.

Mephistopheles: Good. Today’s class was important, though, so I’ll come over tonight to help you study.

MC: Really? That’s so kind of you, thank you. :)

Mephistopheles: Naturally. See you soon, ____.

It wasn’t like Mephistopheles to feel the amount of concern he had for a human. But you weren’t an ordinary human, and you’d proved that by forming pacts with the brothers and doing so again in a stint in the distant past that had given his lord the confidence he needed to rule. You were a very important human, but the House of Lords still failed to understand that, and every day he returned home, he fielded questions from his father about the status of Diavolo’s relationship with you.

Yesterday, he’d confronted his friend on the strange, sudden gifting situation that’d started to get out of hand, ending with or escalating to a handkerchief that’d clearly been scent bathed.

Mephistopheles knew Diavolo would never scent bathe without first asking you, so he intended to get it out of you in your study session tonight, precisely what was up with you and his lord. To do that, he’d need help from a few professionals—Asmodeus, who was also in a class you’d missed, and a good friend, Thirteen. He was sure the three of them could get you to spill everything, and when he saw you arrive at RAD with a turtle neck underneath your uniform, he knew there was more being hidden than he thought, and it was probably Lucifer’s fault—per usual.

You arrived at RAD after lunch, and as any student would be, especially a council member, you were summoned to the principal’s office for tardiness.

Of course, this wasn’t anything you’d feel guilty about, but you were still nervous as you’d only just made up your mind and come to realize your feelings for the prince less than an hour ago. Now you were seeing him face to face with no time to cool down your racing thoughts.

You knocked on the door to Diavolo’s office, and Barbatos unlocked the door and let you in with a curt bow.

“___, take a seat,” Diavolo gestured to a cushioned seat across from his desk.

You took the seat immediately, but Barbatos did not push you into the desk as he usually would. Instead, he left it a few feet from Diavolo, which made the prince stare at his butler before giving up, realizing his silent request was being ignored.

“You’re tardy,” he addressed, and you nodded.

“Sorry about that—“

“Lucifer tells me you had a bad reaction to our mixed pheromones.”

So that’s the excuse he went with. Taking partial blame for your emotional confusion, but also pinning it on Diavolo, wanting him to feel some guilt, too.

Diavolo still didn’t quite understand what he was doing to you, so he needed to know exactly how you were being affected.

“Oh, um…it’s like my body was moving on its own…” You admitted though you wouldn’t detail exactly what had happened.

“That’s a particularly strange reaction,” Barbatos concluded before Diavolo could give any input.

“Yes, that would imply you’ve been drowned in pheremones….” Diavolo thought aloud as he tapped a finger on the desk.

“Right, but that can’t be the case,” Barbatos added. “But you may see a similar reaction if a demon of lesser power began trying to drown you in his own pheromones when traces of a more powerful demon’s pheromones still lingered.”

Diavolo looked shocked, and his brow furrowed as he turned to you seriously.

“___, has Lucifer been acting strangely to you?”

“No more strangely than you?” You answered bluntly.

“Huh?”

Barbatos covered his mouth, perhaps to hide a laugh or a grin at the young master’s confusion and defeated look.

“So you think I’ve been acting strangely, too?”

“Wh—no, no, that’s not how I meant it to come off…I guess you guys have just been a little clingy lately? And you’ve always given me gifts, but suddenly it’s just been…a lot?” You explained, and Diavolo nodded, taking a sip of his sedative tea.

Barbatos eyed the quickly disappearing tea and left to fetch more, leaving you and Diavolo alone.

You eyed the door shutting behind you, and Diavolo let out a relieved sigh, happy to be alone with you without the watchful eyes of his stern butler.

He eyed your turtle neck, and a pit formed in his stomach—the twisted feeling of anxiety and jealousy.

You noticed his eyes lingering on your covered neck and blushed.

“Er—umm,” but you couldn’t come up with any excuse.

“Are you and Lucifer…close?” Diavolo pried unapologetically.

So you were finally having this discussion? For several years, Diavolo hadn’t broached the subject, and you were left watching the two demons give each other side eyes and make sarcastic remarks to each other. You didn’t know whether they’d discussed you privately, but Diavolo certainly hadn’t given any indication he had.

“Yes…very…” you admitted a little shyly, and you saw a spark fade from Diavolo’s eyes, so you clarified. “But not romantically.”

The light that had quickly faded from Diavolo’s eye came back, and he let out an embarrassed chuckle.

“I’m sorry for prying…it’s just…well, you already know how I feel about you,” Diavolo said, holding out a hand for you to reach.

You scooted your chair forward yourself since Barbatos hadn’t, and held his hand. Diavolo’s grasp on your hand was gentle as he held it to his lips and kissed it, but the look in his eyes was anything but—it almost looked…hungry. It wasn’t a look you’d seen in him before. You’d seen his lustful and longing looks, the ones that looked like flames in his eyes, but this was different.

Diavolo could sense your unease and immediately let go of your hand and opened a drawer in his desk. “Before you go for the day, I noticed your turtleneck; these earrings would match it perfectly.”

Another gift!? You steeled yourself to tell him no, but the sweet and innocent look that had returned to his eyes made your heart flutter, and you gratefully accepted the box of onyx earrings.

As you began to put them on, Barbatos returned to the room with an entire pitcher of tea. He took one look at what you were doing and gave his master a defeated glare.

“Don’t they look wonderful on them?” Diavolo prodded him to respond.

You turned around to see Barbatos smiling politely as he always did, and he nodded. “They do indeed suit you perfectly, ____. The Young Master certainly knows your style well.”

Diavolo nodded and ignored the annoyance emanating from Barbatos.

You sighed at yourself for giving in to another gift so quickly after making up your mind to tell him to stop, but it was the last day before the weekend, so you figured one last gift wouldn’t hurt.

You were right about both of those things; it wouldn’t hurt more than any other had, and it was the last gift—the last gift before things took a direction you wouldn’t be able to come back from.

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The Marking Part VI | Diavolo x Reader

2.1K Words | AFAB reader but no pronouns used | Current CW: possessiveness, mentions of breeding, mentions of mating, and kissing

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you in the shadows something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.

Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of

Part Six Summary ~ Diavolo is eager to see you again and you, him. Meanwhile Lucifer and his brothers have a warning for you regarding Diavolo’s behavior but the current threat lies in Lucifer himself who is ready to make a move on you before Diavolo can.

Your mind began to wander as you sat in your room reviewing your notes for the test at the end of the school week. The test was regarding sexual and genetic compatibility between demons and humans—a subject that hit a little close to home.

A surprising amount of concepts in the omegaverse seemed to apply to demons. Seeking out mates based on physical and instinctual compatibility, the desire to breed a mate, and other somewhat familiar concepts like nesting.

This test also had your mind wandering toward your current situation with Diavolo and Lucifer who seemed to be staking some kind of claim on you.

Time flew by as tense thoughts crowded your mind so you decided it was best not to indulge any more of your fantasies about the omegaverse. After all, it was better as a concept or perhaps roleplay. The idea of a man genuinely staking a claim on you and acting on instinct with little control would be frightening in real life. At least you supposed it might be, but that didn’t deter your fantasies from continuing as you lay down after finishing your homework.

As you lay in bed, your mind raced with heated thoughts of Diavolo calling you his mate and asking to breed you.

You wondered if the biology classes were spurring these thoughts as you learned more about how humans birthed demon children. You knew for certain now that you were capable of bearing a child to one of the demons in your life. Medication and your own health wouldn’t negatively affect a child with strong demon blood so you could continue your life as you were without any anxiety of changing things too much.

You sighed and reached for the candy bar in your bag that you’d brought in case Beel needed one but he’d kept his distance today despite you no longer wearing Diavolo’s handkerchief.

Even Diavolo had seemed distant that day which deeply upset you but you assumed the angels acting like your bodyguards had something to do with it.

You felt your D.D.D. buzz and your eyes widened in delight as you saw a chat come through from Diavolo.

You sat up, no longer desiring a nap, and read his text.

Diavolo: Can you call?

You grinned and immediately rang him. He answered so quickly you didn’t even have the time to stretch and yawn first as you made yourself comfortable on the bed.

“___! Thank you for calling so quickly. Haha, was that a yawn?”

You chuckled at being caught and nodded, “Yeah. I was just stretching. School was a tad exhausting.”

“Oh dear, was it really? Were the demons in your class bothering you?”

“No. Thanks to you and Lucifer.”

There was a pause on the phone and you cursed yourself for mentioning Lucifer, as the two seemed oddly tense today.

“Right. You mean those gloves he gave you? They did smell like him.”

“Do they really? I guess I can’t detect that kinda thing. Mammon said the same thing about your handkerchief but that makes sense cause you wore it all the time but those gloves are brand new, so…” you trailed off, hoping Diavolo would explain.

“I see. I believe he might have scent-bathed them.”

There was that phrase again. You needed further explanation this time.

“Yeah. Can you explain that to me more? I have no idea what that actually means.”

Divaolo seemed shocked you were unaware and quickly explained. “It’s like a protection of sorts. It lets lesser demons know that you are under my protection.”

That caught you off guard and you sought clarification. “Your protection? I was talking about Lucifer.”

The line was quiet for a moment and Diavolo immediately apologized. “I’m so sorry __. I believe that may have been what you humans call a Freudian slip. I’ve been trying to understand my sudden protectiveness over you and I believe I may have unintentionally given you that handkerchief for the purpose of scent-bathing you.” He was quiet again for a moment but continued. “I must admit I…like it…when you smell like me.” He admitted and you felt your cheeks burning.

“R-really? Why?”

“…I feel like I’m the one closest to you when you do. And I like being the one closest to you.”

You fanned yourself with your hand and held back an excited squeal.

There was a knock on your door and you called out, “Just a minute.”

“Oh, is someone there?” Diavolo asked and you agreed.

“Dinner is ready,” you heard Lucifer’s voice.

Diavolo also heard his friend’s voice and he squeezed the pen in his hand so firmly that it burst.

“Oh!” You heard Diavolo yelp and frantically asked him what the matter was.

“Haha, it’s nothing. By the way, before I let you go. I was wondering if you’d like to come by the castle this weekend?”

You grinned and your mind began to wander as it seemed to be doing lately. “Yes! I’d love to! What time?”

“How about in the afternoon. Come with an empty stomach, I’ll have Barbatos make your favorites!” He exclaimed and you squealed and thanked him.

“You’re the best Dia! I’ll see you at school tomorrow, goodbye!”

You hung up your D.D.D. and opened the door to see that Lucifer was still standing there.

He looked at you with eyes that pleaded for attention and you laughed to yourself and grabbed Lucifer’s arm so he could escort you to dinner.

Upon coming downstairs, you were surprised to find that even Beelzebub hadn’t touched his food and that each brother was looking at you as if they’d been waiting on you.

“Hey, ___…” Mammon addressed awkwardly.

Satan finished for him, explaining why they were waiting. “We need to talk.”

“Umm…okay, what about?” You asked, suspecting it had to do with Diavolo.

“You’re being scent-bathed.” Belphegor blurted out and his brothers glared at him.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “It’s not just about that,” he clicked his tongue and pulled your seat out for you to sit down.

You took your seat and they waited for Lucifer to take his before they said anything more.

“Did you…agree to be s-scent bathed!?” Leviathan demanded to know, hiding his flushed face with his arm.

“Diavolo explained it’s a protection. I didn’t really agree—“

Satan slammed his hand on the table surprising you all.

“No. Scent-bathing is something demons do instinctively to lay claim to potential mates.” He insisted.

Your heart skipped a beat. Had you been right about Lucifer and Diavolo laying claim to you through their gifts?

You turned to Lucifer for clarity and he blushed and nodded. “Yes. That’s the concept of it but I suppose it could be used for protection.”

He supposed? So he did it for the former reason? He did it to lay claim to you? He wanted to MATE with you!?!?!?

You folded your arms, trying to collect yourself, and forced a frown. “So then you’re scent-bathing me too?”

Lucifer blushed and avoided the annoyed stares of his brothers as he nodded. “Diavolo’s scent is too strong…it’s upsetting to us.”

Mammon shook his head at his brother’s avoidance but he more or less agreed. “Yeah…it’s just…uncomfortable. I feel like Diavolo is around cause I can smell that damn handkerchief from my room upstairs.”

Asmodeus nodded, frowning. “Mhm. I really thought Diavolo was here for dinner the other day.”

Beelzebub nodded as he finally started to eat his food, the uncomfortable conversation no longer deterring his appetite now that it was in the open.

“I know it’s different for demons and maybe hard to understand but you don’t get to claim your right to a person,” you protested and Satan shook his head.

“It’s not like it is in the human world. It doesn’t mean he thinks you’re property or anything,” Satan explained. “It’s more like a territorial thing…that doesn’t help. I mean…it’s part of a mating instinct we demons have. It’s not as natural to Lucifer and my other brothers since they weren’t born demons but I understand it. It’s like making you a part of us. You smell like him so everyone knows you’re close and won’t try to romantically approach you.”

You nodded as you recalled some of your lessons on demon behavior in your first year at RAD. Back then it hadn’t meant as much to you to pay attention but now that you were surrounded by demons who had a romantic and sexual interest in you, you decided it would be a good idea to study some more.

“So what should I do?”

“Stop accepting his gifts,” Lucifer said frankly without hesitation.

Mammon rolled his eyes and butted in. “Yeah. From anybody.”

Lucifer shot Mammon a look but Mammon didn’t cower this time. “You should choose who you’re going to be with some day…not have all this stuff forced on ya.”

Leviathan took a break from his game and made a puzzled face. “That was weirdly intelligent for Mammon.”

“Hey!” Mammon snapped and threw a seat cushion at Levi, hitting him square in the face with enough force it would have killed you had it been aimed your way.

Lucifer sighed and quickly broke up the fight with a few threatening words. The two sat back down as Satan shook his head at the ridiculousness of his elder brothers.

You sighed and thought about what to do as you picked at the green beans on your plate.

You looked Lucifer directly in the eyes and affirmed, “I don’t want to reject his gifts.”

Leviathan spat out the food he was eating and Mammon began to choke in shock.

Lucifer’s eyes widened and you saw something snap deep inside of him as he nodded, accepting your decision surprisingly quickly.

Mammon began stuttering his protests but Lucifer snapped his fingers and silenced him.

“Fine. Then I can only assume you’ll accept my gifts too,” he said with a purr.

Asmodeus’s eyes widened as he liked this idea and the others nodded eagerly.

“Yeah! I’ll get you a matching jacket and glasses!” Mammon declared.

“You can wear my jersey on Monday,” Beelzebub spoke up.

“You can sleep with my cow pillow too,” Belphegor butted in, “then you’ll smell like me in the morning.”

You turned to Satan frantically, “I thought you said it doesn’t come naturally to them?” You asked and he shrugged.

“It doesn’t come as naturally. They might just be jealous, I can’t say that I’m not…” he admitted, blushing while thinking of you dressed only in his sweaters.

You sighed and quickly ate your food, accepting the bed you had accidentally made for yourself.

As you finished dressing that night your D.D.D. pinged and your heart skipped, hoping it was Diavolo but you saw Lucifer’s name appear on the screen.

Lucifer: I have my first gift for you.

You rolled your eyes and responded.

MC: Give it to me then.

Lucifer: Come to my room.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your mind began to wander and you felt slightly heated. You had an idea of what this gift would be and you weren’t certain if you should accept it. After all, you’d end up smelling an awful lot like Lucifer when you had school in less than twelve hours.

Curiosity got the better of you and you paced up the stairs to Lucifer’s room where he sat on his sofa. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, leaving his chest slightly exposed and his tie was loosened. His hair was pushed back and you saw the desire flaming in his red eyes.

“I knew you’d come,” he grinned and you bit your lip and nodded.

“I assume you’re ready to accept my gift?” He asked, smiling coyly and you shook your head which confused him.

“Oh? Then why did you agree to come to my room this late at night? Surely you know what I have in mind.” He said, raising his glass of wine to his lips, as he watched your reaction.

“You’ll have to tell me what this gift is first,” you said firmly, an ache building inside you, longing to feel his skin against yours again; his fangs grazing your neck.

He raised a brow and chuckled. Unlike humans, demons could easily sense sexual excitement in a human. It’s one of the reasons he’d gotten so angry sitting next to you and Diavolo a few days before, he could sense how excited Diavolo’s touch made you. Now he needed to make you feel the same way, much more deeply than the demon prince could.

Lucifer set his glass down and stood up making his way to you where you waited, frozen in anticipation.

“My gift…is to show you the pleasures of the flesh,” he purred, and with that Lucifer tilted your chin up and his lips eagerly met yours.

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The Marking Part V | Diavolo x Reader

1.6K Words | AFAB reader but no pronouns used | Current CW: mentions of rut, masturbation, heavy petting, conception, and possessiveness

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you in the shadows something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.

Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of

Part Five Summary ~ Diavolo is starting to see his behavior is a bit out of the ordinary but in his opinion Lucifer’s current actions outweigh any concern he has. You’re beginning to get a clue that something big may be happening but to you all it is two demons fighting for you after years of pining.

Barbatos’s words echoed in Diavolo’s mind as he walked down the hall in a confused trance.

Rut?

Rut, no matter how severe, was something he could normally handle. A few days in bed pleasuring himself behind a sound barrier to keep his activities unknown was normally all he needed. But this didn’t feel like rut to him. Rut felt instant, and hot, it scrambled your mind, and turned you into an instinctive beast. All of these things were something Diavolo could normally suppress.

He last went into rut while you were in the human world with the brothers. During that rut, you were all he could think of as he moaned your name into his sheets pretending the actions of his hand were yours.

Diavolo blushed, embarrassed by the memory of him in his weakest state.

Diavolo didn’t feel weak now. He felt like he was simply giving you gifts you deserved. Nothing made him happier than to make you happy and see that it was genuine as you wore his gifts daily, routinely swapping them out and never losing a single one.

This thought brightened Diavolo’s uneasy demeanor as he couldn’t wait to see what you were wearing of his today. As he approached the classroom where you were taking Human Biology he felt a chill run down his spine as he failed to smell any trace of himself on you from the classroom.

Diavolo’s brows furrowed as his butler caught up to him, a blank expression masking his concern for the young prince.

“Why…don’t they smell like me anymore?” He said under his breath.

“Perhaps they saw that it made the brothers uncomfortable and they left it at home for their sake?” Barbatos suggested.

Divaolo’s heart sank in disappointment that you weren’t wearing his scent or his gift but he couldn’t fault you for your consideration of the brothers.

Divaolo suppressed a growl as he caught sight through the door’s window you brandishing a new pair of gloves—ones that matched Lucifer.

Barbatos saw Diavolo’s annoyance clear across his face and cleared his throat to warn the prince that his emotions were showing through.

Diavolo ran his hand over his face and separated himself from the door to march back to his office.

“Did you forget something in the office?” Barbatos questioned but already knew what Diavolo was going for.

“The black gloves are nice,” he smiled. “I think a pair of onyx earrings would look splendid with them.”

Barbatos shook his head. “You’re going to overwhelm ___.” He cautioned and Diavolo paused to think about it but ignored his butler’s advice.

Barbatos was alarmed that Diavolo hadn’t taken more than a second to consider his advice.

“Young Master,” Barbatos said sternly, only making Diavolo pause for a moment as he fetched the pair of custom earrings from his desk drawer.

“Yes?”

“Please calm yourself and have some tea. I’ve prepared more for you,” he revealed and held out a cup of freshly brewed tea to Diavolo.

It took everything within the young demon to slip the gift back into the drawer and regain his composure.

Suddenly Diavolo realized he was struggling to suppress the desire to adorn you in jewelry and began to consider it more as he sipped on the sedative tea.

Was this desire really about gifts and jewelry? Because nobody but him seemed to think that it was.

For the third day, no demons had bothered you in class. This time it was because of the gloves Lucifer gave you and based on the displeased looks from Satan, you suspected that these gloves smelled strongly of Lucifer the same way the handkerchief had.

You sighed at the realization you might have two incredibly powerful demons fighting over you and recalled the comment they made about scent-bathing.

You knew Diavolo was the sort of demon to ask to lay claim to you, but Lucifer…Lucifer would do it discreetly and then ask before continuing further. You weren’t sure what actions proceeded scent-bathing but your concerned angelic friends were certain you’d find out soon as they crowded around you.

Simeon and Raphael sat on either side of you to prevent Lucifer and Diavolo from discreetly but publicly fighting over you.

You sighed as you ate your sandwich able to relax a little but still missing Diavolo’s presence.

“___,” Simeon adressed you sweetly, genuinely concerned for your wellbeing as you were caught up in some kind of demonic display of dominance. “Are you alright with the way those two are behaving?”

“Those two?” Luke piped up, still not having the full picture.

“Diavolo and Lucifer,” Raphael answered and Luke blushed.

“Yeah! They were practically squishing you yesterday.”

‘That’s not all they were doing’…you thought but kept it to yourself as you recalled fondly the touch of Diavolo’s hand on your thigh and the way Lucifer kept himself pressed against you.

Raphael noticed your flushed cheeks and rolled his eyes. “They’re behaving very inappropriately.”

Solomon nodded, still grieving the loss of his spying device. “Even Barbatos is concerned.”

“Barbatos is always concerned,” you countered as it wasn’t a secret that the butler also harbored feelings for you.

Solomon nodded, pondering how you’d gotten all these demons to fall for you. He wasn’t one to talk though as his affections for you were perhaps nearly as obvious as Mammon’s.

Raphael happily ate the food Solomon had concocted for him and you scooted closer to Simeon to avoid the stench radiating from the lunchbox.

Simeon wrapped an arm around you and looked at your gloves, quickly hiding his frown before you could see it.

“I don’t believe you answered my question earlier…” he brought up. “Are you okay with how they’re acting?”

You swallowed your food and thought about it before answering.

“I don’t know how to feel…are they fighting over me? Is that really what’s happening? Because I’m used to that…this feels different somehow. Like it’s more serious?” You elaborated and Simeon nodded, agreeing.

“I won’t go into further details while Luke is here though…” You finished and Simeon blushed.

Luke protested, not understanding what you meant and Solomon quickly distracted him by trying to feed him some of his lunch.

Luke excused himself from the table to avoid the food and went to sit with a few friends he’d made at RAD recently.

Simeon turned back to you and asked you to elaborate now that you’d cleared your plate.

You glanced at Raphael, much more prudish than yourself, and sighed, unsure whether you should really detail what you were feeling.

“I think…I kinda like it,” you admitted and Raphael stopped mid-chew, unsure how to react.

“You’re reading too much alpha and omega stuff again aren’t you?” Solomon surmised and you blushed which told him everything he needed to know.

Raphael gave you a disappointed look while Simeon chuckled, hopeful that’s all it was, just some fantasy from books.

But they all knew it was more than that and you were starting to suspect the same.

After all these years were they finally gunning for you? And what would the consequences of choosing one of them be?

In your heart you’d always known it was Diavolo you loved most but the longing looks, forward confessions, and heated touches of Lucifer drew you in and clouded your judgment.

After all, Lucifer is the one you’d been most intimate with. The day before you left the Devildom for the first time Lucifer had pulled you into his bed and nearly stripped you naked before you mustered every ounce of self-control and left it at heavy petting.

Lucifer had longed for more since that day but it had never gone further and you knew it wouldn’t take much to tempt you into his bed. Something about his controlling and protective behavior combined with his red eyes, deep voice, perfect skin, and the fact that he did genuinely love you made you weak in the knees.

This was a fact Diavolo was also privy to as he’d seen hickeys on Lucifer’s neck before, ones Lucifer did not try to hide and his proud smiles made more obvious.

This is what Diavolo was currently most worried about as he watched you from afar sat across Lucifer with Barbatos and Satan on either side of him.

“You gave them some gloves I see.” Diavolo brought up and Satan went pale, but his curiosity forced him to stay and listen to how this conversation could escalate.

“I did, yes. I think it matches their uniform well,” Lucifer said, pretending nothing was going on.

Diavolo tapped his foot and sighed, wishing he and his friend could have a normal and frank conversation but that wasn’t in Lucifer’s nature and it wasn’t something they could do in such a public space either.

“I have a lovely set of onyx earrings in my office that would go well with those gloves,” Diavolo informed and Lucifer internally groaned.

Of course, Diavolo would have more gifts just lying around to give you. He needed to step up his game. Perhaps next he’d get you a coat that matched his to wear on your next outing.

Barbatos glared at the two demons as they silently devised ways to outshine the other when in reality this situation was more serious than Lucifer knew.

Barbatos suspected that Diavolo wasn’t just about to enter rut, but perhaps his first breeding rut.

Breeding rut signifies adulthood in a demon. Adulthood for Diavolo meant officially ascending to the throne. But breeding rut meant something else in the royal family. It meant Diavolo was now expected to conceive his heir and Barbatos knew there was only one person Diavolo had in mind for that.

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[devildomwriter]

The Marking Part IV | Diavolo x Reader

1.4K Words | AFAB Reader but no pronouns used | CW: implied mild possessiveness

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you in the shadows something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.

Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of

Part Four Summary ~ Diavolo is no longer the only one giving you gifts and this news is deeply concerning to Solomon who decides to look into things more. Meanwhile Mephistopheles is cautioning Diavolo against his closeness with you while Barbatos gives his theories as to the change in his young masters behavior.

Seeing how upset the handkerchief had made everyone yesterday, you decided to leave it behind today as you readied your uniform.

You smiled at the watch on your wrist and the ruby earrings Diavolo had given you for your birthday months ago as you finalized your ensemble that day.

Before you headed downstairs you heard a faint knock on your door.

“Come in,” you answered, moving away from the window, and saw Lucifer slip into your room quietly with a faint blush in his cheeks.

It wasn’t often Lucifer was pink in the face so you expected he was either drunk or about to confess his feelings for you again. Given that you were about to go to RAD it couldn’t be the former.

As often as you had feelings expressed for you, you weren’t at the point where you felt you could accept a relationship with a demon of such high standing. The differences in life, culture, and biology were just too different to throw caution to the wind and begin a relationship.

When Lucifer was close enough, you could confirm that he was not drunk. Furthermore, you realized he hid one hand behind his back and it clicked that he had a gift for you.

You chuckled at the thought Lucifer had already had a gift prepared for you in case Diavolo did the same, just so he could prove he could be just as good to you as the prince.

Lucifer handed a slender box to you and after opening it you saw a pair of silk gloves that matched his own. These ones were designed perfectly for your hands and you smiled and thanked him. You stood up and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around you and didn’t let go even when you loosened your grip.

He ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a sad smile as he glanced at the jewelry adorning you that Divaolo had given you as gifts.

“Will you wear these today?” He asked you and you looked at the color of the gloves and turned to the mirror to compare it to your outfit beneath your uniform. Thankfully they matched so you wouldn’t have to turn him down and hurt his pride any more than it had been watching Diavolo practically play dress up with you.

Lucifer removed the gloves from the box and you held out your hands for him to slip them on. His fingers lingered against your warm skin and he smiled seeing how perfectly they fit you.

You wondered how soon Lucifer had these made after the handkerchief incident but you didn’t have time to dwell on it as you would be late for school if you didn’t grab breakfast immediately.

Mammon: Giving ___ gloves is not helping the situation!

Asmodeus: Yeah! No fair!

Belphegor: If you’re going to give ___ something then I will to.

Leviathan: Me too! They probably won’t like it but I’m going to get them something too!

Lucifer: Enough. All of you.

At school, the reaction to your gloves and watch was immediate as Solomon was the first to greet you that day.

He frowned at the watch, but he’d expected it. He didn’t expect Lucifer to throw his hat in the ring when no one was sure there really was a ring to begin with.

All the evidence they had right now was that Diavolo was continuing to gift you more and more things and that one item just so happened to be bathed in his scent. It was enough for theories but not conclusive answers and as a scientist, Solomon needed those answers so as soon as he saw you off to class, he went to find his most trusted demon.

“Nothing is the matter.” Barbatos excused, annoyed Solomon was skipping class to come speak with him. “Now I must be getting back to Lord Diavolo.”

“About that. Where is he?”

“His office, with Mephistopheles.”

“I expect he doesn’t have any more gifts waiting there.”

“And if he did?” Barbatos frowned, his two-pronged tail swaying in annoyance like a cat.

Solomon was distracted by the “cute” tail swaying and when Barbatos noticed he slapped the back of Solomon’s head with it and continued preparing tea.

Solomon took notice of the tea and saw that Barbatos was using leaves of a flower with a natural sedative effect.

“Does Divaolo need sedating?” Solomon confronted him and Barbatos glared.

“The Young Master has been quite stressed with the recent actions of the House of Lords if you must know. As his steward, it is my job to relieve him in any way I can.” He defended and Solomon nodded but didn’t quite believe the butler’s explanation so he left the waiting room to take a look around the school.

Solomon used a spell to conceal his presence and very carefully used a mirror he’d created to follow Barbatos’s movements.

He stayed silent on the off chance sound could portal through his watchful mirror and bit his lip as Barbatos turned into Diavolo’s office.

Diavolo appeared mildly disheveled—unusual for him, especially with an audience. His hair was messed and his face was flushed as he shakily held a pen trying to get work for RAD done while fielding questions from Mephistopheles.

His eyes brightened upon Barbatos’s entrance and he hurriedly grabbed the tea, noticing the sedative flower petals.

“Ah. You always know just what I need, Barbatos. Thank you.”

Barbatos dipped his head and handed him a tray of chocolates next.

“These should help you concentrate on work.”

Diavolo’s face fell at the mention of all his work and he sighed.

“Do you think I’ll finish in time to see ___ for lunch?”

Solomon’s eye twitched at the mention of his adorable apprentice. He was already aware Diavolo had feelings for you but he did not like to see the evidence. It was hard to compete with a prince after all, and if you did fall for Diavolo it meant he couldn’t rely on you to put the human world first as he’d hoped.

Barbatos’s head quickly whipped around and stared in the direction of Solomon’s invisible watching portal and he quickly threw a bread knife into the space.

Divaolo jumped in surprise as did Solomon as the mirror cracked in his hand, ending his connection.

“What was that?” Mephistopheles asked, stunned.

“Just a pesky sorcerer.”

“Solomon? Why would he be trying to watch us this time?” Diavolo asked.

“This time?” Mephistopheles demanded to know, shocked Solomon had been pardoned for the first time. Indeed it was not the first time Solomon had spied on them. He always had an excuse but this time it was too obvious to lie about. He was worried about the growing connection between you and Diavolo.

“I believe Solomon, like Raphael and Simeon, and of course Mephistopheles here, is concerned about that handkerchief you gifted ___.”

“That? It’s because demons were bothering them,” Diavolo dismissed.

There was a moment of tense quiet between the three powerful demons before Barbatos turned to their guest.

“As you can see, Mephistopheles, I have Diavolo’s tea ready for his work, so you may take your leave. Thank you as always for keeping us informed on the House of Lords.”

Mephistopheles was in no way ready to end his conversation with Diavolo but knew when to cede and prepared to leave. Before he left he gave his friend a concerned look and an urgent warning.

“I’m not the only noble at RAD…I am your friend before I am a member of the House of Lords so I will not utter a word of your increasing closeness to ___, however I cannot say for certain others will not.”

Diavolo ran a stressed hand through his hair and straightened up to bid good day to Mephistopheles. “Thank you, Mephistopheles.”

“Summon me anytime, my lord,” Mephistopheles bowed and departed.

The moment the door shut behind him Barbatos was quick to relay his own concerns to his young master.

“Everyone is blowing this out of proportion,” Diavolo muttered, stressed.

Barbatos tilted his head as his master looked upset that his gift was causing such a ruckus among his friends.

“You say it was to protect them from the demons bothering them but…is that really why?” Barbatos questioned him and Diavolo sat back, arms crossed, and thought about it.

He tilted his head in frustration when he couldn’t ascertain the reasons behind his own gift.

“I believe so. Though…I suppose I wanted to give it to them a while ago?”

“Young Master…I apologize for bringing up such a topic. But…” Barbatos was hesitant to voice his troubled thoughts so Diavolo prompted him.

“Please share your thoughts with me, Barbatos. I trust you.”

Barbatos nodded and sighed, looking nervously at his master. “I believe…you might be showing signs of beginning rut.”

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The Marking Part III | Diavolo x Reader

1.7K Words | AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used | Current CW: Mentions of Cambion, slight possessive behavior from Diavolo and Lucifer

Summary ~ The beginning of the new semester starts as it usually would—albeit your interesting new class on human anatomy—but unbeknownst to you in the shadows something dangerous and natural to demons is occurring within Diavolo, something that will trigger Lucifer and his brothers, the angels, and Solomon to run to your defense, but is that what you want? A human was never meant to become as entangled with demons as you are and it’s about to take a dangerous and sexual turn.

Summary CW | Will contain explicit sex, possessiveness, territorial behavior, breeding, mentions of sexual guilt, slightly dubious behavior, helplessness, and just about every sexual act I can think of

Part Three Summary ~ Initially unfazed by everyone’s reactions to Diavolo’s latest gift you begin to notice things are a little unusual, especially when Lucifer starts to become extra protective of you—Or perhaps possessive?

Asmodeus noticed your mood hadn’t been dampened by their protests the previous night to you wearing the strange handkerchief from Diavolo, and he frowned as you waited for class to begin in the seat next to him.

Today was no different from yesterday. Not a single demon looked your way and the teacher seemed even more shocked when entering the room.

You began to think maybe the handkerchief really did smell strongly of Diavolo, enough that even the lower-tier demons still noticed it after a day had passed.

Your cheeks flushed at the idea that Diavolo was staking a claim over you, but you shook your head, knowing Diavolo wasn’t the type to go about these things in a more primitive manner. Diavolo was always very upfront with his feelings so if he wanted to “claim” you, he would simply ask for your permission.

As exciting as this thought was to you—who read too much omegaverse fan fiction, and primal prey romance—it was equally unnerving for the brothers to the point they made a chat specifically for their concerns.

Mammon: What the hell is up with Lord Diavolo and ___ lately?

Leviathan: It’s super weird! I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed lol

Satan: Do you think Lucifer is right about scent washing?

Beelzebub: Lord Diavolo isn’t the kind of guy to do that without asking ___.

Belphegor: Yeah. I hate to agree with that but he wouldn’t do that.

Mammon: He totally would! It’s ___ we’re talking about! Remember that time he got them alone in the human world just to confess!

Satan: Confessing is different from staking a claim like a common demon.

Leviathan: What do we do?

Asmodeus: We should just tell ___ that it makes us uncomfy! They’ll totally understand!

Mammon: We damn told them last night though!

Beelzebub: No we didn’t?

Satan: We just pointed out it smells like him.

Belphegor: Hey guys, I had kind of a disturbing thought. Diavolo has been giving them a lot of gifts lately right? So what if ___ agreed to the scent bathing?

Leviathan: !

Mammon: !!!

Satan: Be serious.

Asmodeus: ___ would have told us! And they’d be like, super blushy too!

Lucifer: All of you shut up and pay attention to the teacher. I’ll deal with it.

Mammon: But I’m not in class!

Lucifer: Why not?

Leviathan: Oof, Mammon

After the biology class was over, once again not a single demon came to your desk to bother you with questions. It’s not like you could have helped them anyway, having never carried or birthed a half-demon child. Instead, they all filed over to Asmodeus again but he was distracted, texting his brothers as his concern grew based on how all the demons in class still avoided you on the second day.

You finished gathering your things and brought them to your locker. As you rounded the corner you ran right into Raphael who backed away in shock and quickly knelt down to help pick you up from the floor.

“…” Raphael looked as though he wanted to say something and his eyes immediately trailed to the handkerchief.

After brushing you off he asked, “Where is Lord Diavolo?”

“I’m not sure, actually.”

“…Have you been spending a lot of time with him lately?”

“Not any more than usual I think? This is about the handkerchief isn’t it?”

Raphael seemed shocked that you were aware of his reason for interrogating you.

“I know it smells like him. Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I at least want to wear it to that biology class because it stops all the demons from hounding me with questions.”

Raphael looked upset. “My spear can stop them too,” he assured you and you shook your head frantically.

“No. You can’t just start a war.”

“They’re only lower-tier demons.”

“But they’re Diavolo’s citizens and you’re here as his guest.”

Raphael sighed and shook his head. “Very well. …Be careful ___,” he warned cryptically and you gave a confused look that he didn’t answer.

Raphael: Have any of you noticed ___ or Diavolo acting strangely?

Simeon: Strangely? How so?

Solomon: You mean the handkerchief? Asmodeus told me about it.

Solomon: It is concerning.

Raphael: So you agree.

Simeon: I’m sorry, a handkerchief? The one they were wearing yesterday?

Raphael: Is it the same one from yesterday? We were eating lunch with him so I must have failed to detect how overwhelmingly it smells of Diavolo.

Simeon: I see. I suppose I didn’t notice either.

Luke: Huh? What does any of that mean? Does it smell bad?

Simeon: No Luke. I’ll explain later.

You sat down for lunch and wondered to yourself if you should maybe remove the handkerchief as now it seemed to be upsetting your friends too but before you could take any action you saw the sea of students part and whisper to each other as their principal and future king made his way to your booth.

“___,” he called to you excitedly and you grinned and scooted over, patting the seat next to you as all your concerns vanished.

His eyes locked onto his handkerchief tucked into your chest pocket and he smiled, “I’m so glad you’re still wearing it.” He commented and before you could thank him again he reached into his pocket. “Speaking of…” he grinned and held out a small box for you.

You blinked in surprise at yet another gift and gasped when you opened it to see a beautiful silver watch.

Diavolo smiled as you accepted the gift into your hands and held up his wrist for you to see an identical watch.

“Do you like it? I noticed you never seem to wear any good watches so I had these two designed just for us.” He explained his meticulous planning even further and the materials used for the watch.

Once again you found yourself with a gift that cost more than the rest of your material possessions combined.

“Allow me to put this on for you,” he pardoned and you nodded.

You blushed as he adjusted the watch on your hand, his hands gracing your skin, lingering longer than needed.

You were both unceremoniously startled out of the moment when Lucifer loudly set down his tray, Mammon behind him looking annoyed.

“What a nice gift,” Lucifer said, annoyance dripping in his tone.

Diavolo ignored the twitch in Lucifer’s smile and agreed. “Isn’t it? I made sure it’s identical to mine,” he said, showing his own watch.

Lucifer’s eye twitched again and he hid a growl by clearing his throat and quickly squeezed into the booth next to you, his hip pressing against yours.

This was a clear sign of Lucifer being overly protective of you—Or perhaps possessive. It was often hard to differentiate the two behaviors with him.

Lucifer’s younger brothers filed into the booth, squeezing you closer in between the prince and the strongest of the seven rulers of hell.

Diavolo did seem a tad annoyed to be pushed so tightly into the booth by Mammon but he welcomed the chance to have an excuse to be so close to you.

Lucifer, however, was also welcome to this chance and deliberately brushed his knee against yours making you blush at the close contact of the two demons.

Diavolo saw the way Lucifer had made you blush and was displeased so without anyone but Lucifer noticing he rested his hand on your upper thigh. When you did not reject this touch but seemed excited instead, Diavolo began gently tracing shapes into your thigh until Barbatos loudly cleared his throat snapping both Diavolo and Lucifer back to the reality they were in public, and the brothers and exchange students were angrily staring at them.

Diavolo removed his hand from your thigh and also cleared his throat, requesting more water from Barbatos who already had a glass ready.

Lucifer sighed and moved his hair out of his eyes, seeming ashamed by his behavior. He gave you an apologetic look and finally began eating his lunch.

Diavolo cleared his throat again and asked you about your day between mouthfuls of he sandwich.

You swallowed the riceball Lucifer had prepared for you and turned red just thinking about it. Una ke to get the words out of your throat—especially while Asmodeus was giggling and giving you seductive eyes—you handed your notebook to Diavolo.

“Well…these are the notes I took.”

“You took notes?” Asmodeus asked you, like this was big news.

“What, why wouldn’t I?” You asked him as the prince turned redder than his hair next to you.

“I just thought it’d be pretty hard to forget,” Asmodeus said with a teasing lilt.

“Let me see those,” Lucifer insisted when Diavolo quickly shut the notebook.

Lucifer had a similar reaction but let out an amused “hmm,” as if it were information he needed to know.

“What the hell are you guys reading over there?” Mammon demanded to know.

“Basic information on Cambion conception,” Lucifer said nonchalantly as the pink faded from his cheeks as he digested the information.

Mammon hadn’t even read the notes but he turned just as red as Diavolo still was. The prince had neglected to continue to eat his sandwich as he seemed lost in thought so Barbatos quickly snapped him out of it by refilling his cup of tea.

“The notes from before that were pretty interesting too,” Asmodeus giggled and you turned pink.

“Did you read them?” You exclaimed.

“While you were writing them yes, it was so cute how red you were turning I couldn’t look away—“

“Why don’t we change the subject, I believe we’re making ___ uncomfortable,” Diavolo said, though as the prince it was an order not a suggestion, so the topic quickly changed.

While everyone was distracted, Lucifer touched his knee to yours again, and you continued to eat the food he’d made with care for you.

Mammon: Lucifer, what the hell was that about at lunch?

Lucifer: It was nothing.

Mammon: The hell it was.

Asmodeus: Confess Lucifer!

Leviathan: What’s wrong with you! ___ already has to deal with Lord Diavolo being extra clingy. Now you!?

Lucifer: I’ll deal with it.

Beelzebub: You said that yesterday.

Leviathan: Lol Beel.

Lucifer sighed as he sipped his wine behind his desk that night, thinking over the day’s events.

He stared at the accusatory texts still coming in from his brothers along with the occasional question from his former brothers, Raphael and Simeon.

It displeased him that these little gifts from Diavolo had already caught everyone else’s attention. Even the RAD student body was not unaware of the prince’s actions—Mephistopheles especially.

If Diavolo was really scent bathing you, what was he planning to do next?

As he promised his brothers, he planned to deal with it. Starting with you.

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