Summary: Lucifer now has you and Diavolo back in his room, and he is completely in control of the entire situation.
Warnings: 18+!! Unprotected sex, slight choking, threesomes, oral sex (female receiving), Lucifer being a bossy bitch. (I’m truly trying to learn what things to tag again, if you would like to/need to, please ask me to tag something, I definitely can!!)
Words: 2,600+
A/N: I LOVE LUCIFER!! I really thought I was a Diavolo bitch but i want Lucifer to top me :) Also! I used a prompt from [this list] here! (Highkey wanna make this a series! Just MC, Dia, and Luci all living their best lvies together sdjghsgs) ~Admin Doe
Getting to Lucifer's room was going to be a feat in itself. You had to clean up enough to get dressed.and then try to nonchalantly make your way to his room, with Diavolo in tow, and somehow make it not look suspicious at all.
Lucifer had left before the two of you, as to not make it look too weird. All three of you walking to his room might have looked horrible for everyone involved. Diavolo had not minded, he hadn’t seemed to have thought about how obvious it would be to the other students if you, the human, were just out and about with both Lucifer and Diavolo, heading to his room of all places.
“That was so hot,” Diavolo kissed you on your forehead and helped you get dressed.
“So,” You bit the inside of your lip as you tried to straighten your shirt out before tucking it in, “you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Absolutely, my dear,” Diavolo pulled you towards him and opened his office door, walking out with you under his arm. If anyone was unsure as to what your stance was with the Prince, they now knew for sure. “You and Lucifer, my absolute two favorite people- other than Barbatos, but I don’t think I wanna fuck him- what more could I ask for?”
You relaxed under his touch and huddled as close as you could to him, your hands in your pockets and your head leaning on his shoulder. Once you reached the house you felt your stomach twisting, you knew whatever was about to happen was going to be better than you had ever dreamt of.
You wrapped one of your arms around Diavolo’s waist and hugged him close. You were trying to make sure this wasn’t a dream. It was really real.
Lucifer’s room was in sight, you were so fucking close. No one was in sight surprisingly. Lucifer’s brothers absolutely adored you, so you had no intention of seeing any of them, not while on this mission.
“Hey, MC~”
“Oh fuck.”
Asmodeus called for you. You wanted to grab Diavolo’s hand and run for Lucifer’s room. Instead, Diavolo turned the both of you around and smiled at the other demon.
“What are you doing?!” He was eager to see you, “Especially with Diavolo~”
Your face was beginning to heat up again. Your ears burned and your eyes were wide, a baby doe stuck in the middle of the road, a car coming for you full speed ahead. Asmodeus let out this amused chuckle as Diavolo pulled you closer in hopes of calming you down.
“We needed to see Lucifer.”
You wanted to throttle the Prince. You sucked in air through your nose and closed your eyes momentarily, before composing yourself and looking at Asmodeus with as much confidence you could muster.
“We have important business to take care of.”
Asmodeus let out another laugh, softer, quieter; as if he was trying to be considerate of your feelings. He didn’t believe you, but he didn’t say anything. Yet.
“Since you’re so busy, I’ll let you go. For now.” Asmodeus walked by you and stopped, to whisper in your ear, “After you get done fucking them, please come meet me in my room.” He winked at you.
‘Well fuck, he knows.’ You pouted. Diavolo snorted, obviously hearing what the other demon had whispered to you. Diavolo turned you back around and you watched Asmo walk away, very clearly smug about what he had just done.
“What was that about?”
You pressed your palm to your forehead, “He’s been asking me about us since we started uh, dating.”
“Asking what?”
You reached Lucifer’s room and gently knocked on the door, “He wants to- He ‘needs’ to know how big your dick is.”
Diavolo’s eyes went wide and he blinked in surprise. He immediately grew curious. “What did you tell him?”
“Nothing! I tried to avoid all conversations about it, now I’m sort of just fucked!”
Lucifer opened the door, wearing more casual clothes. No shirt, baggy sweatpants, dick print visible and all. For a moment you started to thank the lord, but figured that would be wildly inappropriate. You were practically pulled into the room, Diavolo walking in behind you and shutting the door, locking it for extra measure.
“Did one of my brothers see you?”
“Yea, Asmo saw me. He, um, kinad figured out-”
“Hm, I wondered what made him realize, your wrinkled shirt,” he untucked it, as he spoke, “the disheveled hair,” he moved closer to you, his lips pressing against your earlobe, “the cum that had dripped down your thighs.”
You balled your fists, ‘I’m about to beat this bitch up.’ Your legs tensed and your left knee pressed against your right thigh, your legs closing tight. You and Diavolo had cleaned you up as best as possible! There had been nothing left on your skin, and yet, here Lucifer was, mocking your desperate, needy ass.
He bit down on your earlobe before pulling back and examining you. Your pout and furrowed brows, your balled fists, how tense your legs were. “Struck a nerve, did I?”
“Fuck you!”
The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop yourself. You had only ever spoken that way to Mammon, or Asmodeus. But now here you were, covering your mouth and looking at Lucifer in horror. You just thought you were some baby deer earlier. You were in that position again, but had no one to pull you from the road. And Lucifer was about to run your ass over.
“On the bed.”
You nodded, not even caring to apologize. You thought that maybe if you didn’t apologize the punishment would be more... Fun.
“Take off your underwear, hike up your skirt.”
You sat on the edge of the bed and did as you were told. Lucifer looked to Diavolo, who was eagerly waiting for his turn to fuck you up. It was crazy to think about; Diavolo could boss Lucifer around, but there he stood, awaiting instruction from the demon. Lucifer motioned for Diavolo to approach you and so he did.
“Tongue fuck her.”
Diavolo grinned wider than you had ever seen. He absolutely adored eating you out, as much as he loved getting a bowjob, which he loved a lot. Diavolo parted your legs, with such care and handled you as if you were some beautiful glass ornament, breakable at the slightest slip up.
You looked over at Lucifer, keeping an eye on what he was doing. He sat in a chair, legs crossed and hands folded. He seemed to be absolutely in love with the fact he was the one in complete control.
Diavolo’s tongue pressed to your inner thigh, his large hands holding your outer thighs and keeping you steady. He kissed up your thigh, and once he reached your pussy, he dove in completely.
“Still so wet,” His voice was muffled as his tongue licked stripes up your pussy. His tongue swirled around your clit and you balled Lucifer’s sheets in your hands. You moaned loudly and bucked into Diavolo’s mouth.
Diavolo was skilled, very skilled with his tongue. He always left you a mess after he was finished with you. In that moment though, it was pure fucking bliss, more so than usual. You were so sensitive from already being destroyed by Lucifer. You sucked in air and arched your back, eyes screwed shut from the euphoria.
“Diavolo-”
Lucifer paused, letting Diavolo bring you to the edge. And then he spoke.
“Don’t let her cum.”
Diavolo licked a stripe up your pussy and pulled back. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Lucifer in anger. He was still just sitting there, not even looking like he was thinking about touching himself.
“What?”
“Only good girls get to cum.”
Diavolo looked at you, a smirk creeping onto his face. He had an idea. You were scared. Diavolo agreed with Lucifer, and held you steady. You wiggled slightly under his grasp, thinking about just finishing really quickly yourself.
Diavolo dipped back down to your cunt and began to slowly torture you with his tongue. Waves of euphoria hit again and you hoped that Lucifer would be so kind as to let you orgasm. Your breathing hitched and you were almost gulping for air.
That happened two more times. Lucifer would order Diavolo to stop, and the prince would quit immediately. But he was getting more smug each time. ‘Okay, I’m about to beat two btiches up.’ “Please!” You begged, breathless. “I’ll be the so well behaved, please let me-”
“Stop, Diavolo.”
This time, Diavolo did not stop. His tongue pressed into you and his thumb circled around your clit. You arched into his mouth and quickly grabbed a pillow to scream into. Diavolo did not stop lapping you up. You were a shaking mess and you were pulling at Lucifer’s comforter.
“Diavolo...” Lucifer stood up. “That is not what I asked you to do...”
“Oh, damn, sorry.” Diavolo shrugged. “I thought her begging was pretty hot, couldn’t leave my baby girl hanging like that.”
Butterflies filled your stomach. He was truly one of your favorite people ever. Lucifer did not share that same thought though.
“Okay, MC,” Lucifer looked at you, sprawled out on the bed, shirt ruffled, skirt pulled up, and pussy out., “I think some rest would be the best for you right now. I’m going to take care of this brat.”
You lied on the bed, eyes half lidded and breathing ragged. You blew out air and watched the ceiling fan momentarily. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you were sprawled out on Lucifer’s comfy bed. You shut your eyes and began to doze off. You were in and out, until you heard a small whimper from Diavolo.
Your eyes snapped open and you looked over near the other side of Lucifer’s room. Diavolo was bent over Lucifer’s desk, panting, while Lucifer held his throat and pounded into him. You noticed the loud, undeniable sound of flesh slapping against each other and sucked in air.
‘Fuck, I must have really hit my head hard...’ You rubbed your eyes. Diavolo was jerking himself off as Lucifer easily took him from behind. Lucifer was thoroughly enjoying this position of power, and his pride was very much so turning you on. You quickly pulled your skirt off and kicked it across the room. Your hands moved to your pussy and you began touching yourself. You were still so sensitive from everything you had already handled and you let out a whimper as you pressed against your clit.
“Fuck.” Diavolo spoke through gritted teeth, “I’m gonna-”
“Cum.” Lucifer’s voice was low and very, very sexy.
Diavolo came in his own hand, and you watched in excitement as Lucifer’s grip tightened on Diavolo’s throat and your hips rolled into your own hand. You were a mess, causing Lucifer to turn and look at you, still fucking Diaovlo.
Lucifer’s pace quickened before he came. His eyes locked onto yours and he was grunting as he choked Diavolo. He pulled out from Diavolo and wrapped his hand around his cock,finishing in his own hand as well.
Your movements were slower than you would have liked, but you were worn out from everything. You watched as Lucifer turned towards you, and the way his red eyes bored into yours caused you to quickly begin to reach your climax. You had not realized how much someone watching you turned you on.
You let out a loud cry and your mouth fell open. You continued rolling into your own hands as you orgasmed.
“Didn’t I tell you to rest?”
You didn't answer. You couldn’t. You just nodded at him. He walked towards the bed and your stomach turned with excitement. Lucifer ‘tsk’d you and crawled up behind you on the bed, resting on his knees. He pulled you in between his legs and you gulped.
“We’ve had our fun, why not let Diavolo fuck you? Would you like that?”
Lucifer bit your neck and you whined. You nodded and looked towards Diavolo. He was still composing himself it seemed, but he looked ready to go another round.
“You have too much stamina.”
“Are you too tired? We can stop.” Diavolo looked you over with concern.
“Oh, no, no,” you shook your head, “this is very enjoyable.”
Diavolo perked up. You noticed he was hard, again, already. Your pussy throbbed for him. He walked towards the bed and Lucifer kept you in one spot. He really couldn’t let go of that control. You liked that. Seeing Diavolo so submissive and even ignoring what Lucifer had ordered, it was thrilling.
Lucifer grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, and then pulled your legs wide ass open. You were suddenly feeling more vulnerable than you had ever felt before. Realization hit that you were at the whim of two very powerful demons and heat began to pool into your stomach.
“Keep your legs open, or you’ll be punished.”
You nodded and watched as Diavolo began to position himself over you. “I’ve been waiting for this all day...”
Diavolo pushed into you, stretching you open. You let out a whine as he gave an experimental thrust. Diavolo had fucked you a handful of times already, but each time he made sure you were ready for him. He knew he was better than humans in the dick department, and did not want to hurt you in any way.
Your legs tensed and almost closed. Lucifer was there to keep them pried open though. His tongue clicked at you and your hands grabbed the sheets beside you, “MC, do I need to make myself more clear?’
You shook your head. Diavolo, still acting as if Lucifer was not even around, began to thrust harder into you. Everything in you wanted to wrap your legs around Diavolo and hold him as close to you as possible, but there was no way you were breaking out of Lucifer’s grip. You were definitely going to bruise.
Your head rolled back and hit Lucifer’s chest. Lucifer bent down and pressed his lips against your shoulder, biting and sucking on the skin. You were being reduced to a crying, moaning mess and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Taking my cock so well,” Diavolo moaned, “Such a good girl.”
The praise sent you over the edge. You let out a scream, cumming as Diavolo thrusted in and out of you. Diavolo didn’t stop though. One he came, he kept thrusting. You let out a cry as one of Lucifer’s hands traveled to your pussy and began to stimulate your clit.
Diavolo pulled out and looked at the cum dripping from your pussy and down your thighs. As he was admiring his work, Lucifer was doing his best to overstimulate you. Tears pricked your eyes and your hips kept rolling into Lucifer’s touch.
“Fuck,” You whimpered, “Lucifer please-”
Another orgasm hit, and tears rolled down your cheeks. Your back arched and moans fell from your lips.
‘You really are a good girl,” Lucifer pulled his fingers from your pussy and placed them in your mouth. You began to suck on his fingers, instinctively, and felt your body relaxing into his.
“Damn,” Diavolo was sprawled out beside you and Lucifer, “baby, I’m so glad you brought this up.”
Lucifer lied you down and rested beside you, leaving you in the middle of the two. You looked up at the ceiling, catching your breath, and thinking about everything that had just happened.
“Are you alright, MC?” Lucifer asked, his tone way different than usual, he sounded caring and concerned.
“Peachy~” You sighed out. “Um, hey?”
“Yes?” Diavolo and Lucifer spoke at the same time.
So happy to see your open again! I've missed this blog :) can I get Sinbad having nightmares about the destruction of his first country and Wakes up crying? His so comforts him?
Hewe’re touching on ptsd here bc there’s no WAY he doesn’t have it and my personal fave sinbad headcanon is that sindria 1 event gave him ptsd. you didn’t specify so I’ll do headcanons bc they’re faster for me, but if ya’ll want a scenario I’ll do that too!
HEAVY SPOILERS for those who have not read SNB, those not caught up with SNB, and those who haven’t been able to read Japanese raws of SNB
The dreams haunt him. Sometimes they’re the same, sometimes they’d different. But he always wakes up with a constricting feeling in his chest, anxiety, and a feeling of panic. It’s like he’s there again.
Sometimes he thinks about how zepar was used to control him- how his own body was turned against him, and how everything he worked for went up in flames because he was controlled by something that used his body and voice to destroy it.
He also dreams about the other Parthevians, specifically his fellow villagers from Tison, who were experimented on and who he knowingly let get killed for the sake of First Sindria.
He dreams of the deaths of his friends, not just those who actually died there, but the ones who still stand with him, in the chaos orchestrated by Barbarossa, Serendine, and Al Thamen
He wakes with a start, which ultimately wakes you up as well, but he doesn’t notice in his haste to get out of bed.
He ushers himself out to the balcony. Sometimes it helps to see what Sindria is, what he’s built, to get the imagines of burning and war out of his head.
He can’t help the tears that build in his eyes, and he rubs at his eyes to try to dry them.
He startles when you put a hand on his arm, but he just shakes his head when you ask what’s wrong. He tries to dismiss it and say it was just a nightmare, that it happened a long time ago, but you know better. Sinbad is not a man easily shaken, and the shakiness in his eyes as he tries to quell your worries gives him away.
“You don’t have to tell me what you dreamt, but I’m here for you and so are your generals and the Sindrian people.” Saying that kind of thing will comfort him the most.
The two of you stay out there for a while while he breathes in the cool night air and takes a reprieve in your presence, and finally you manage to get him back inside and back into bed.
He might not sleep the rest of the night.
He also lays on your chest that night, let’s you play with his hair as you doze. Normally he prefers to hold you, so the fact he’s letting you hold him is also a tell he’s needing the comfort.
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Sinbads s/o travels to Kou for business or something and when she comes back shes gushing about how handsome and strong Kouen is, and sinbad gets jealous?
semi-nsfw? def pg13 nothing explicit
“I really didn’t expect him to be so handsome...” Sinbad could hear your voice from around the corner and felt his eye twitch. Just who were you tittering about with Yamuraiha?
“Even with the goatee? It’s a little strange...” Yamuraiha’s voice came next. He scowled. You were talking about Kouen. Why were you talking about Kouen? What was so special about Kouen?
“I ended up seeing the princes training! It was hard to look away. He’s broad, and his demeanor is intense normally, but while he’s fighting?” The two of you were giggling now. He couldn’t even figure out why he was listening to this nonsense.
All he wanted to do was see his girlfriend after she had come back from traveling to Kou, and now he was subjected to listen to this. Was this some form of karmic retribution for all the times he’d played with other women’s hearts? Kouen wasn’t that great, certainly not better than himself, so Sinbad couldn’t figure out what all the fuss was about. What he could figure out, however, was that he didn’t like it.
“I think he’s a little taller than Sinbad too.”
That was it. He rounded the corner, easy smile on his face as if he hadn’t been eavesdropping on a conversation he was not happy to be privy to, and strode right over to you. His arms wrapped around your midsection and you let out a little grunt as he pulled your back to his chest. He internally winced. Trying to act casual about this was harder than he thought.
“I’m sure you two are having a very interesting conversation, but if you don’t mind I’ll be stealing my girlfriend away now.” It took effort to keep himself from grimacing at the unintended emphasis. He could see Yamu smirking at him and you peered up at him through your lashes with a raised eyebrow. Attempting to salvage the situation (his pride) he started pulling you away, towards the bedchambers.
You kept shooting him suspicious, then sly looks, like you knew a dirty secret. Quickly, catching him off guard, you pulled him into a side hall, untraveled unless you had a room there and out of view of windows. Pleasantly surprised at being corralled into a wall, your chest pressed to his and creating quiet an attractive view, he could almost believe the mischievous look on your face was because you couldn’t wait to get to a room. But no, you just wanted to mock him.
“So, did you happen to hear anything interesting on your way to see me?” You asked. And no matter how distracting your finger running circles over his chest was, the knowledge he was caught disgruntled him.
Well, fine. Two could play that game.
Sinbad used all his willpower to measure his face into a lazy, coy smile, running his hands from your waist to your hips to pull you closer. A quiet exhale and an expression of mild shock on your part was his reward as he dipped his lead low, his lips ever so slightly brushing against your ear.
“Would you like to tell me what you think I heard?” A hitched breath answered him and he smirked, squeezing your hips gently.
...And then your hand traveled down, down, down. He liked where this game was going.
“I had fun meeting new people. Kouen certainly does seem like a good rival for you.” Did you just turn this back around on him? Sinbad wanted to huff. You seemed to sense his momentary annoyance, because you jumped at your next chance to tease him. “You’re a little quiet. Jealous?”
He pulled back and your arms wrapped around his neck, a shit-eating grin gracing your pretty face.
“No.” His denial only seemed to tickle you further. You hummed.
“Good. I was thinking about going back soon, still a lot of work to be done.” He gritted his teeth. Guess he lost.
“That’s not necessary.”
“Why? I did a good job, and there’s still a lot I haven’t seen.” He caught your double meaning. Oh, did he catch it. He didn’t like it either. You were having way too much fun. Bending down, he hiked your legs up and around his waist, prompting you to almost squeal with laughter as he continued the trek to his bedchambers, carrying you this time.
“I can show you anything your curious about, don’t worry about that.” His voice was low and you could feel the rumble of it in his chest- he didn’t bother masking his irritation now. You only looked smug.
If Sinbad and Kougyoku were to marry what are the petals and thorns to this arrangement? And what can this marriage bring for their respective country overall?
this has pretty waspy relationship potential overall lol
Pros
Kougyoku would be over the moon at first
Sinbad can maintain some level of his promiscuity, considering Kougyoku is used to kings having harems and concubines. As long as she's queen/first wife she won't feel disrespected.
Speaking if this marriage occurred after Kougyoku was made empress, Kou would have a lot more funds suddenly available and would get bailed out of their economic failure, or at least Sinbad would figure something out to boost their economy back up.
Cons
At some point Kou and Sindria would clash again, if this is pre-Hakuryuu's coup, and this would probably tear Kougyoku apart, the poor thing. She'd be torn between her loyalty to her family and her husband.
If Sinbad chooses to aid Hakuryuu in his coup even when she's married to Sinbad, she's apt to feel betrayed by him.
If this is after Kougyoku became empress, Sinbad clashing with Alibaba would probably also hurt her. In all situations she might feel helpless.
Sinbad might lose his unknowing spy. Since he used her to spy on her brothers, if she's in Sindria full-time that's basically useless. This could count as a pro for kougyoku but it's not narratively so I put it in cons.
As for how it would affect the countries, it really depends when it happens and how they decide to ally themselves, if at all. Kouen would probably want Sindria under Kou's power, and Sinbad would want Kouen to join the Seven Seas Alliance. In this situation, I don't really see an alliance forming, especially if Gyokuen is on the throne. In that case, it's basically a lost cause. Bearing that in mind, politically, a marriage is soooo unlikely from the get-go lol. Sinbad would probably still support Hakuryuu's coup and has, to that point, a solid relationship with Hakuryuu and it's important for his plans Kougyoku's in Kou so he doesn't even really need her.
Post-coup, after Hakuryuu has left the throne a political marriage could stand to benefit Kou. However, Sinbad's plan of basically 'starve them out until they join my alliance' is pretty effective until Alibaba shows up, since the only thing holding Kougyoku back is basically pride. So he doesn't need to marry her in order to get Kou to join. Kougyoku still hates him too, so a relationship would be horrible for them. All in all, at most points in the story both parties stand to gain nothing from a marriage, and at the parts where someone can benefit it's only Kou.
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