hi lovely!! you're writing is amazing!!
is it okay to request? it doesn't mention anywhere about your current request status whether or not you're taking them or not so im going to leave this here -
(NSFW)
a diavolo oneshot where he tries to cook by himself, no magic, no barbatos. why? because its our belated birthday! he wants to be special this time around well, cause, we're special to him. it ends up not working because of how much stuff he wanted to prepare for us. we end up walking in on the mess in the kitchen and diavolo explains that he tried to make us a birthday feast but it failed, so instead, we propose a different type of gift, one that we've been meaning to ask (basically having sex)
You get one request lmao, I’m bored and waiting for a queue in FFXIV.
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It was your first birthday together as a couple and Diavolo wanted it to be special, unfortunately he had been so busy recently that he hadn’t been able to celebrate on your actual birthday with you. He had researched into human customs and traditions surrounding birthdays and found that many humans would cook a meal for their loved one as a sign of how much their partner means to them so, of course, Diavolo wanted to do that. He had eaten food, and watched Barbatos cook when he was a small prince so how hard could it be?
Very. Very, very hard. Diavolo couldn’t decide on which of your favourite meals to cook and ended up trying to cook 3 of them, a cute thought with terrible execution as there pots and pans were strewn across various worktops, knives and spoons piled within the sink almost overflowing as Diavolo tried to save at least one of his meals.
“Dia, what are you doing?” He heard his name and spun around to see you in the doorframe of the kitchen, a curious raise in your brow as you attempted to try and take in which bomb had happened within the kitchen.
“My love! You-“ Diavolo fumbled around trying to hide his messes but ended up doing the opposite, bowls and utensils fell into the floor causing a crash that Barbatos definitely heard on the other side of the castle. Diavolo sighed and resigned to his failure, a melancholy tone to his voice as he sunk to the floor, out of view behind the kitchen island. “-it was supposed to be a surprise…”
You walked around and saw your Prince with his chin in his hand, disappointment heavy within his eyes. “What was?” You looked around to see if there was anything worth saving in the room but, unfortunately, nothing jumped out. Pasta was burnt, sauces gloopy, and pies blackened. “Dia what happened?”
“We couldn’t spend your birthday together!” He stood up and pleaded, resignation rope on his face as his brows knitted together and his fangs bared, not in anger but in apology. “I felt terrible not being able to spend your birthday with you and I’ve been thinking for days about how to make it up to you, and then I remembered your favourite dishes and how they made you smile when you ate them and I wished to see it again….l but I failed”
You giggled and kissed Diavolo’s cheek, causing it to deepen a little. “Oh Dia… honey I don’t mind that we couldn’t spend it together, the brothers kept me company and you let me know it was going to be like that. I knew it would be a little while before we could actually celebrate, I honestly don’t mind”
“Really?”
“Really! It’s just a birthday, what’s one day in forever?” You pulled him down for a kiss, which he gladly accepted, and wrapped your arm around his neck in an attempt to comfort him. Diavolo’s arms came to your waist, lifting you up to the dirty worktop so as to bring you closer to him, both of your knees on either side of his hips as he pressed his groin into yours, albeit an accident but it gave you a thought.
“Y’know, you could always make it up to me in other ways” you could only pull away for a few seconds before Diavolo ravaged your lips again, his reply wasn’t even distinguishable as the prince wouldn’t bring his lips from yours at all.
‘Hmrpfh?’
Each leg connected behind his back and you rolled your hips into his giving him a clear indication of what it was that you wanted. Diavolo pulled away with a soft ‘oh?’, you smiled in return biting your lip in anticipation.
“I’m a lot better at making you scream my name than I am at cooking, thrice over to make up for the meals you couldn’t have”
“Well, you’re my favourite meal of all after all”
Diavolo thrust his hips into yours and smirked, “and you’re mine”












