hello may I ask Diavolo & Doppio with a reader that is very affectionate and loves cuddling with them~❤️
Yesss let's do it!!
I decided to split this up in both Doppio and Diavolo separately, because they do have very different personalities. I hope you don't mind ❤️
I made it into a tooth rotting fluff, I was in a very loving mood 🥹
Doppio
He absolutely loved nothing more than getting cuddles, and although he could get quite flustered at times he could never dream of making you stop giving him all the affection you could muster up, much less stopping you from voicing your adoration for him.
Whenever he was home just relaxing on the couch, he could expect you to be there either snuggling up to him or ushering him to rest his head on your lap. He didn't mind either one, but would rather drown in your endless love and affection if it meant he got to feel your hands on him.
Such as tonight, for example. He sat on the sofa, mindlessly flipping through channels for some sort of entertainment when you appeared from the doorway, already adorning a sweet and absolutely affectionate smile. Walking up to him, you plopped down on the empty space next to where he was situated, giving his cheek a gentle little kiss as your hand softly caressed his other one, your eyes sparkling in pure love and unending softness.
Leaning back just a bit, you gently tapped your lap, signalling for him to put his head there, when the tiniest hint of a shy blush tinted his cheeks in the most perfect way imaginable. The sight alone could make your heart flare and flutter for eternity, but when he smiled bashfully and finally placed his head on your lap, his body relaxing as he did so, you felt your heart do a little flip as the butterflies in your tummy tickled you endlessly.
Giggling as you positioned yourself to make it more comfortable for him, your fingers landed in his pink locks as you began to massage his scalp lovingly. Your nails scraped his skin deliciously, and you could tell by the satisfied sigh he emitted that he too was very much enjoying your little display of love.
"My love. Tell me about your day." Your voice was as soft as the petals on the flowers he'd brought to you the day before, their scent travelling from their place on the coffee table in front of you, filling your senses with a love so absolute you swore you could die happy in the moment.
When you looked down to see him already watching you with a wistful yet adoring look, you leaned down just a bit to bring your faces closer to each other, your smiled widening as you did so.
The hand that wasn't in his hair, traveled up to gently trace the outlines of his eyebrows, smoothing the tiny frown that had formed before landing tenderly on his warm and soft cheek, your thumb drawing circles automatically.
His own hand reached up to do the same to you, his touch soft and slightly shaky on your own face, as if afraid he might somehow ruin your concentration.
"My day... was good. Better now, of course." His voice was quiet yet loving, hiding the reality of whatever had happened throughout the day. He more than anything wanted to keep you from the stress of his ordinary days, days of danger and unending fights.
"You're so sweet, my lovely Doppio." Your own voice was sultry with the purest form of absolute devotion you could give, your own cheeks warming from his touch and his words alone.
Leaning down further, you softly kissed the space between his eyebrows, ignoring his bashful little complaint of how you always did too much. It was almost embarrassing, really, how no matter how much or how often you displayed such loving acts, no matter how many times a day you cuddled up to him, it never seemed to dull the effect all that much. He could just never fully get used to it, especially knowing how most people would've probably had some sort of judgmental comment about how he normally acted. But you just always seemed to look at the man in front of you, something he appreciated more than he showed.
"I love you. Please know that with all your heart." You softy cooed into his ear, the sound of your voice sending shivers throughout his whole system.
"How could I not know with how you always treat me? You make me feel like I'm worth all this love." His voice was quiet, just above a whisper as his soft cheeks were once again tinted pink.
"My love, you are worth all the love. Now let me love you while you rest. I'll take good care of you." Your response was kind and thoughtful, and it made him melt in the best way possible.
Diavolo
Now Diavolo was something else. He was much less susceptible to the affection you gave Doppio, but that never stopped you from wanting to show him the same devotion and pure unadulterated adoration.
He could complain, and even got annoyed at times. He just wasn't afraid of voicing his opinions about your whole ordeal with him, but somehow you've learned that this too, was one of his ways to show his own affections towards you. You knew he was a man who valued privacy above all else, but when you realized that although he may seem irritated at times, he never actually pushed you away, and this more than anything gave you the motivation to never stop your demonstrations of love.
Diavolo, though colder than Doppio in an emotional aspect, was much warmer in body temperature than his other self. This, for you, meant that you could cuddle up to him more than have him cuddle up to you, especially on a chilly night such as this one.
The patio of your shared home had a perfect view to the stars, far enough away from the main city to showcase said stars' true glow and gentle hues, making the sight a remarkable and gorgeous display of seemingly glittering and bright stars. If you concentrated enough, you could almost make out the milky-way and its vast and enormous highways.
Diavolo approached you in a rare yet not unheard of search for your affection, and as he sat down next to you, you immediately felt the nice nearly searing warmth of his body. He scooted over, looking at you from the corner of his eyes as he quietly urged you to nuzzle up to him, and nuzzle you did.
At the contact, you immediately sighed heavily in sincere satisfaction, a smile already forming on your lips as your arms wrapped around his own. The grin you wore was contagious, and if you had looked you'd have seen the shadow of his own smile starting to form on his own lips.
In an effort to make you more comfortable, Diavolo shifted his body to support your form better, his hand rising to sift through your hair as he quietly admired the locks. He placed his arm under you as he leaned back, your body refusing to move away from his as you heard the barely audible, tiniest puff of a sigh as he looked down at you.
Only then did you open your eyes, just to see his own already fixed on you. The smallest giggle escaped you as you buried your face into the arm that was currently supporting your weight.
"Comfortable?" His voice was deep and velvet, making you hum in response as you caught a faint hint of amusement in his chuckle.
Your own hand reached up and landed on his nape, his strong and unmoving body giving you the perfect access to lift yourself up slightly to kiss the line of his jaw, peppering his neck in small wet kisses of fondness and endearment.
He let you do as you pleased, for once not commenting on it or making a fuzz out of it.
You continued your barrage of kisses, every third one longer and deeper than the rest before your lips eventually landed on his own, capturing his lips in a loving embrace of two souls that somehow found each other despite everything in the universe seeming so against it.
Diavolo had a tendency to he protective over you, sometimes to an almost obsessive degree, but you knew he meant well. You knew that because of his wishes to stay absolutely anonymous, he was just making sure that you too stay out of the limelight of wandering eyes and nosy gazes. This protectiveness would show in moments like these, coming out in what you liked to describe as "cuteness aggression".
He leaned down and placed his head on the crook of your neck, his teeth scraping the soft skin there all to signal that if anything were to happen, he was there to be your shield and your weapon. The sensation made you laugh, your hands flying up to wrap his head in your loving arms.
"Diavolo. I'm not going anywhere." You softly murmured into his ear, his breathing evening out as his heart settled willingly into your careful hands.
"I know. I'll make sure of that." His voice was muffled by your hair, his heavy chest pressing down on you in the best way possible. You knew that no matter what, he would risk everything to keep you the way you were, safely tugged at his side even if it meant receiving the utmost amount of love and affection you could muster up.
