Dollface Pt. 8
CW: Main Character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. Smut scene: piv sex. Creampie. Rough sex. Monsterfucking.
The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.
Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Sex. Smut. Diavolo x fem! MC.
Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Mammon. Satan. Beel. Belphie. Levi. Asmo. Lucifer. Mention Barbatos.
Minors and ageless blogs DNI
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"Darling? Are you alright? You acted like something spooked you," Diavolo commented after sipping on his macchiato. They were a couple minutes from her house. He sniffed his coffee silently, trying to place the peculiar smell he detected.
"A man approached me at the store... and he kinda weirded me out," she confessed and then drank her cold brew, keeping one hand on the wheel.
"You could've come and got me," he replied with concern, forgetting about his previous thoughts.
"It's fine. I just don't like men approaching me out of nowhere," she answered, sounding even more despondent then.
"May I ask, did something happen?" He inquired softly.
"Throughout my life, men have seen my apparent kindness as an invitation to flirt with me, or they want something from me. Most of the time, it hasn't ended well, and it's either because they wanted sex or just to use me for some other reason," she replied matter-of-factly.
"I'm sorry, my love," he replied, reaching over for her hand once she set her drink down in the cup holder. She held his in return as she turned down her street.
"That's alright. Most of the time, I either avoid the confrontation or keep a distance so they don't feel inclined. That's also why you often see me with what we call a "resting bitch face," too," she added.
"I don't think that's very nice," he groaned as she pulled into the garage of the house.
"I suppose I self-deprecate a bit," she mused, turning off the car and closing the garage door with a smirk.
Both got out of the car and headed into the house. Once inside, Diavolo went into her bedroom, and she went to the front of the house to look through the mail on the counter. Her parents weren't home, away on some family reunion vacation with further removed family.
The doorbell suddenly rang, and she grabbed the mail to continue reading as she approached the front door. Unlocking it with one hand and still looking down, she opened up and heard,
"Hey there, uh, I gotta question," a male tenor stated. She immediately looked up and froze. Keeping her hand on the doorknob, using her index finger to lock the knob silently. She looked him up and down. It was the white-haired man from the coffee shop.
"Did you follow me home?" She accused, sounding defensive.
"Ah, well, uhh..."
"Just a heads-up, women don't like that, creep! Now get lost before I get my boyfriend," she snapped harshly, closing the door more so she was partially hidden behind it. Mammon backed up, raising his hands.
Diavolo's ears perked up at the sound of her raised voice. He approached the bedroom door and listened closer.
"I just came to ask if you've seen my friend!" Mammon shouted.
"And I'm telling you, you shouldn't have followed me home! And I'll call the cops if your other friend shows up here, too!"
Mammon leaned in closer. "Just let me finish–"
"DIA!" She screamed.
Immediately, Mammon high-tailed it off the front porch and into the silver sports car that sat on the side of the street. He quickly got in and sped off while she slammed the door shut. Diavolo was at her side just as the door clicked, hands on her waist and standing in her space.
"My love," he murmured, looking out the stained glass window on the front door. He looked back down at her and saw how she trembled, and it broke his heart. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch and sat her on his lap to console her. He briefly thought he smelled that peculiar smell from earlier but quickly dismissed the thought in favor of consolation of his human.
"Who was that?" He asked, running his hands up and down her arms to calm her down.
"A guy from the coffee shop! He followed me home!" She huffed, burying her face in his neck.
Diavolo instantly huffed and held her tighter. "I'm sorry, my darling. You should have had me talk to him," he murmured in her ear, caressing her trembling form. He took hold of her as he swung his legs around to recline back on the couch cushions, holding her on top of him.
"Thank you," she mumbled into his shirt.
All seven demon brothers were sitting in the penthouse of a hotel. None of them had been to this area of the United States, and they were starting to get closer to finding their lost prince.
"You moron! Now, if she sees you again, she's going to run for the hills!" Satan barked at Mammon.
"Oi! I didn't want whoever her boyfriend was to show up with a knife or somethin' in case he was crazy!" Mammon retorted, folding his arms.
"You're so stupid. A knife won't kill you," Belphie groaned.
"No, but if Diavolo thought I was some weirdo and he was actually there, he might have killed me," Mammon grumbled.
"Are we sure that's even her?" Levi asked, playing his handheld game.
"It seemed like it was. There aren't too many humans that look like her," Beel replied, eating his ill-gotten cheeseburgers. He had run off while Mammon and Satan were at the coffee shop to get cheeseburgers, to which he ordered thirty of them and managed to not pay for them as he wasn't given any money for it.
"There is one that does look like this one. She's a famous human makeup guru. You have to give it to this one. She's pretty good at it," Asmo declared, admiring the security footage photo of the woman in question.
"Run that by me again, Mammon," Lucifer commanded, standing at the window overlooking the city, interrupting the conversation.
"When she opened the door, I said I had a question. She accused me of followin' her, and when I didn't answer, she started yellin' at me that women don't like it when they're followed home before threatenin' to get her boyfriend," Mammon recounted the situation.
"Then?" Lucifer pressed.
"She screamed somethin' and I ran off to the car," the second born replied.
"The boyfriend's name? Did you catch it?" Satan inquired.
"All I heard was -ia," Mammon answered, looking nonchalant.
Lucifer turned and stalked up to the second born, smacking him upside the head. "Idiot! She probably said Dia!"
Mammon tched his older brother but realized he was ultimately right.
"Well? What do we do?" Satan asked.
"Can't we just break in her house and see if he's there? What if she's holding him hostage?" Belphie mused.
"One, no, we can't just break in. If he's not actually there, we'd be in a heap of trouble and don't need the exposure," Satan replied. He then held up the security photo of a man that looked like Diavolo and a woman holding hands while walking. "Two, I don't think she's holding him hostage judging by this."
"I suppose it's my turn to talk to her," Lucifer finally replied, walking towards the door and grabbing his overcoat.
"We don't have much time left."
Late one afternoon a couple of days later, she was in the city grocery store looking for things to make her birthday cake. Diavolo had requested to make one with her, wanting the experience of doing so while performing a task together, something he learned was important from his research on humans. While she was in the baking aisle, she had reached down to a bottom shelf to grab some flour when she found herself on the floor, ready to catch herself, but someone had taken hold of her sides to keep her from falling completely down.
"My apologies, ma'am, I didn't meant to run into you, forgive me," a very deep, slightly nasally and airy voice called to her right into her ear.
Once she was upright, she looked at the offender and cranked her head back to stare into a set of darkened eyes, and if she wasn't mistaken, they had a crimson hue to them, framed by jet-black locks with gray streaks on the ends of his face-framing pieces, stark against his ivory skin. The man was nearly as tall as her boyfriend, wearing a black turtleneck, black slacks, a dark blue overcoat, and a set of glasses hanging on chains around his neck.
"Um, thanks. It's fine," she quipped, stepping away from the man and grabbing onto her shopping cart.
He gave a rather charming smile and softened his gaze. She gave him a wary look, glancing from his shoes to his head several times. What she didn't know was how he had been following her for going on two days to find out more about her, or potentially see Diavolo, but came up with nothing and lost his patience. However, when he was finally close and in her space, he realized he had actually made a mistake.
Oh.
"Ah, I must apologize again for staring. You are quite magnetic," he purred.
She frowned then, looking up at him under her brow.
"Thank you, but I'm committed to someone," she retorted, her body angled away from him.
"What a lucky person they are," he replied with an endearing smile, but she wasn't having it. The longer she stared at him, the more suspicious she became.
"Right, well, bye," she replied curtly.
Lucifer's gaze hardened again, a frown tracing his lips. She huffed before completely turning away and stomping off with her cart.
The eldest sighed, folding his arms and calculating his next move.
"Diavolo? What are we doing?" She asked with her hands out, searching blindly as the prince held his hands over her eyes. The demon let out a chuckle as he walked behind her.
"Just a few more steps... stop," he answered. "Alright, ready?"
"I guess," she mumbled, putting her hands down to her sides.
He lifted his hands off her eyes, and she blinked a few times to adjust. Looking down, she saw a book in front of her on her bed, one that was brown and leather bound with no title or markings. She reached to open it and saw photos of the last month or so with the demon, all the cherished life's moments held in singular photos. It was a photo album.
"I'm rather fond of these back at home, and I wanted to make one featuring my favorite person," he murmured in her ear. "Happy Birthday, baby."
She shivered as his breath tickled her neck and ear. There weren't many, but they were all the ones she had taken with her phone since he came into her life. His first coffee run with her, outings to dinner and movies, and selfies randomly taken throughout the day.
"Thank you," she turned and faced him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
He kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad you like it."
"Love it," she mumbled into his sternum.
"Well, I think I have something you'll love more," he murmured softly to her.
"Hm?" She chirped, picking her head up to look at him.
He took the opportunity to cup her cheek and kiss her passionately, his other hand purchasing her waist. She hummed happily into his mouth, letting his tongue gain access to hers.
That afternoon, neither left her bed as he kept her completely occupied with his hands, mouth, and body.
A happy birthday indeed.
A couple of days later, she had been out running errands when a certain demon decided to run into her again. She was looking through some stationary at the office supply store when she dropped her pens she selected. With a sigh, she started to set her stuff down when she turned to find a pair of crimson eyes at her level, just as he was starting to stand at full height again.
"Well, it's you again," he beamed again.
"Yeah..." she mumbled. He handed her the pens she dropped, and she took them from his large hand, noting the red nail polish and long fingers. "Thanks."
"My pleasure. If you don't mind, would you be willing to show me which pens you like here? I'm rather picky and not from around here, so I'd like someone else's opinion," he murmured to her.
"Sure..." she replied, grabbing her things and walking around to the aisle with the pens. Setting her things down, she reached up and picked a couple. "I like the glide on these for taking down notes, and they're fast-drying so they don't smudge. These I prefer for making edits on things, the sharp color is really nice and I don't have to press too hard to get it to work." She continued on, showing him the different ones, but he quit listening the moment she started speaking. Lucifer was too busy admiring her form, appreciating her looks and expressions. She could make something as boring as pens seem interesting.
"So?" She asked.
"Pardon, I was considering which ones to get. What did you ask?" He asked smoothly.
"What's your name?" She asked again.
"Luci is what you may call me," he replied, bowing his head slightly. "And yours?"
She replied what hers was, and he repeated it like it was sweet honey on his tongue.
"I apologize if we got off on the wrong foot before. Thank you for helping me. If you don't mind, I'd like to treat you to coffee," Lucifer stated. She narrowed hers eyes, so he added, "As acquaintances."
"As acquaintances," she echoed.
"Thanks," she replied, taking her cold brew from Lucifer's hand. He nodded and sat next to her, drinking his own.
"So, tell me about yourself," he said.
"I just finished some university classes, but I'll be taking on a full-time job until I get into professional school," she replied quietly, looking around the coffee shop.
"Ah, a student," he mused. He thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you have siblings?"
She cocked her head and swirled her drink thoughtfully. "Just one sister. Older. We're not close. You?"
"I have six brothers, all younger," he replied, sounding despondent.
She smiled then. "Being the oldest of that many must be tough. You probably almost feel like their parent," she mused in return.
"Indeed, and by all means I practically am," he said with a sigh.
"As the youngest, it's not easy either. Even if you're bright, attractive, or anything else that's favorable, you'll always live in the shadow of your older siblings. Yes, most of the time, people are quite lenient with us, but knowing you'll never amount to your sibling is difficult when you pride yourself in your accomplishments... and nobody else does except you," she declared quietly.
Lucifer looked at her openly then, studying her face. He hadn't ever considered such a thing, but it made sense as to why his youngest brothers may have felt jaded when it came to him.
"I appreciate your perspective, actually. That's something I suppose I never have to deal with," he finally replied after she stared back at him. She nodded and took a drink.
"What do you do for a living, Luci?" She inquired, looking out the window.
"I work in the government as well as in education," he replied. "Though, looking after my brothers is more of a full-time job than anything else." He paused for a moment and then continued. "You said you have a partner, tell me about them."
"Ah, well, we've only been seeing each other for over a month, but we're incredibly happy. My parents adore him, and he's really just... something else," she replied with a sweet smile on her lips. The demon tilted his head at this, trying to calculate his next move, while also sorting through why he would be jealous in this moment, but that was for later.
"You sound very happy with him. How'd you meet?" He asked.
"It was kind of strange how we met... He just showed up one day, and he's been with me ever since," she replied dreamily.
Lucifer felt conflicted then. If this was Diavolo she was talking about, it sounds like he's not in trouble and likely has been playing house with this human. But, certainly, the prince wasn't kidnapped or in harm's way. He had managed to find himself a sweet woman who just liked him, maybe even loved him.
"I really should get going. Thank you for the coffee, Luci," she stated, coming to her feet while looking at her phone. "Maybe we'll bump into each other again."
Lucifer watched as she stood and walked away. A glimmer on her ring finger caught his eye, but he wasn't sure if maybe just the sun was playing tricks on his vision. Even after weeks in the human world, he wasn't entirely used to the blazing light.
Damn. Barbatos is going to be absolutely livid when he hears about this, he thought to himself as he watched her car leave the parking lot. He quickly stood to leave the shop and follow her in his red sports car.
"In the kitchen, darling," Diavolo called out to her as she came in the house through the garage. She bounded up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind after finding him.
"Hi," she purred.
He was standing at the stove, making a stir-fry for dinner while her parents were out of town. Though the moment her body collided with his, he straightened up and turned his head to the side.
"What..." he mumbled to himself. Diavolo put the spoon down and whirled around to look at her.
"What is it, b–"
"Were you with someone?" He asked defensively, looking her over. A particular smell radiated off of her, the smell he was finally able to place after being amongst the hunans for this long, one with a warning known to only demons. One that said, "Back off."
"What? I mean, I got coffee with someone, and I was just about to tell you about it. What's wrong?" She asked nervously.
"You..." He started to say and then pulled her into him. His brows were tightly knit, lips pressed into a thin line.
"I didn't do anything, I just–" she started to tremble, afraid he was mad. The demon deeply inhaled the scent from her hair, trying to place its familiarity.
"Who did you meet?" He asked roughly, his arm tightening around high on her waist.
"He said his name was Luci. Diavolo, what is this about?" She started to whine slightly.
"The scent of a demon followed you home, an intentional one at that," he murmured. He rubbed his chin back and forth across the top of her head, his other arm slithering around her. He growled ferally, a deep sound coming from the pits of his core, vibrating all across his body.
In a quick series of moves, he grabbed her by the waist and sat her on top of the bar across from the stove. His lips were on hers, furiously lashing his tongue against her mouth. The prince's hands were everywhere all at once, grabbing and caressing every which way across her body.
"You're mine," he snapped, kissing her neck and sinking his teeth into her delicate flesh.
"Baby, I'm sorry, p-please," she whimpered.
"I'm not–" he panted, "Not mad at you. Just let me take you, my love. Let me claim you again, make you mine."
She relaxed slightly and finally reciprocated his touch. "O-Okay... Yes, please," she whispered. He yanked off her shirt and tossed it. Not wanting to do it there anymore, he picked her up and quickly carried her to the couch in the living room, laying her back against the seat cushions while he worked her pants off and then her undergarments too.
"Mm, I love your body, your skin..." he purred, grinding himself against her. He swiftly tossed his shirt aside, followed by pulling down his lounge pants to release his hard, throbbing cock.
"Take me, Dia, make me yours," she murmured sweetly against his cheek.
"You're sure you're ready for me?" He asked a hit hesitantly, kissing her jaw.
"Now," she commanded, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He groaned and took hold of his length, rubbing the head up and down against her clit, spreading their fluids together and making them both moan. The head popped into her entrance with ease, opening up the rest of her cunt for his cock. He groaned again, his cock fully seated inside her, like it was his throne, like she belonged to him.
"Oh, my love," he rasped, a wicked smile threatening to cross his lips.
"Fuck me," she whimpered softly, clinging onto him.
"Gladly," he grunted, taking her legs onto his shoulders and pressing down into her. His thrusts started slow but deep, quickly building to a harsh pounding. Her moans quickly turned into wails of pleasure.
"You're all mine," he growled, leaning down to kiss her roughly. She blinked and suddenly he was in his demon form again, and she felt his cock thicken and throb inside her, causing an orgasm to barrel through her like a bullet train. This spurred him on to fuck her faster, gripping her thighs firmly as he folded her further into the mating press.
"Dia! It's too much!" She cried out, feeling another orgasm already burning within her core.
"Just–" he grunted, "A little– aghck, more." He was completely feral, watching her so intently with his glittering golden orbs fixated on her beautifully wrecked face.
Suddenly, he pulled her up, still sheathed on his cock, and he turned to kneel down to the floor, carefully laying her back, a move so tender, it was juxtaposed to how hard he fucked her once she was settled with her legs on his shoulders again.
"I love you," he groaned, feeling his inner knot begin to coil and start to snap.
"I-I l-l-love you-u!" She stammered back.
"I'm close," he rasped. He laid himself fully down on her, kissing her lips and trailing down to her breasts to lick and suck on her nipples. Her body curled in around him, a silent scream befalling her mouth as her whole body went rigid with pleasure.
"Dia, Dia, Dia!" She gasped, sounding strangled and pitiful.
"That's it, tighten down on me, make me yours too," he grunted. She turned her head and bit gently into his neck, feeling feral herself. It caught him by surprise, especially with how good it felt for her to mark him in return. It was enough for him to fall down the pits of pleasure, chasing his high and pounding his cock into her as he released spurts of hot cum.
His labored breaths filled the space around them. Carefully, he lifted himself up to look at her, suddenly a heavy weight of guilt on his chest.
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