I- JSHFJDK WHAT DO YOU THINK THE WORD "SIN" MEANS??
If you side with oheyfox, you're literally invalidating the feelings of a minority community by giving them a platform and a chance to speak for themselves. You don't get to cherry pick what beliefs to follow in your religion. If you're going to come out and claim that your religion says being trans is a sin and shouldn't exist, and you're still claiming to follow that religion, you are also claiming that as your own belief.
What bothers me the most here are the people defending oheyfox by saying "the person isn't their religion" and "separate oheyfox from the religious issue," like, do y'all not know how religion works? By continuing to follow that religion, you're claiming all its beliefs and values as your own.
You don't get to cherry pick beliefs from a religion. You don't get to choose to follow half of the 10 Commandments or some of the Five Pillars of Islam.
In case you didn't know, TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS. It's not "drama" and it's certainly not a political issue.
(SFW) prompt 84: “Leave me alone.” “I brought cookies.” “… fine, come in.” with Leviathan and f!mc
Hey nonny! For this prompt, I immediately knew how to start this and I knew it was going to be "easy" for me to write it but it took me... awhile... to finally sit down and write this.
Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy this at least half as much as I did writing it 💜💜
Inspired by this rolling pin
SFW, female MC, fluffy with a dash of angst, no warnings (but can be added if requested)
Cookies for the Otaku
The timer rang and she picked herself off the counter. Sliding on the oven mitts, MC opened the oven, pulled out the tray, closed the oven, and turned off the timer. The kitchen resumed its relative silence as she inspected the baked cookies. She'd made enough, she hoped, for Beel and the other brothers, but this last batch was special.
Resisting the urge to sigh again, MC waited a few minutes before removing the cookies from the pan to let them rest on the wire cooling rack. What better way to cheer up the otaku than with her signature snickerdoodle cookies imprinted with Ruri-chan and Azuki-tan designs from the limited edition "Baking With Ruri-chan Rolling Pin" she'd bought specifically to make for Ruri-chan's number one fan.
She'd overheard the brothers this morning teasing the third-born over a picture he'd posted of the two of them from Christmas he'd tagged with #ChristmasDate and #WithMyBeloved. Mammon had started the fuss showing it to everyone and soon after, the brothers had followed suit. They filled the halls with their squawking and opinions saying things like "you wish she saw you more than a friend," and comparing what they saw as their redeeming qualities with his "flaws."
Before MC even had a chance to step in, Lucifer intervened. Much to her disdain, the eldest criticized Leviathan's decision to post the picture at all, saying he'd had the intention to cause a ruckus. MC felt Leviathan's growl of frustration vibrate the air around her before he stormed back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Distracted during her classes, MC sent Levi a few messages throughout the day, trying to reach him through a few of his social media accounts but his status was always unavailable or offline compared to the almost permanent active/online status.
Plating up the special cookies made just for him, MC set off down the hall not knowing what state he'd be in but wanting to help him any way she could. She knocked on the door, but only silence responded. Knocking a little louder resulted in the same silence. Starting to worry, MC jiggled the locked door handle and knocked louder; he would be able to at least feel the vibrations if he was in the aquarium.
"Go away." His voice was rough, not necessarily loud but it was low and threatening reminding her of a rattlesnake.
"Levi? It's me, I-"
"Leave me alone." He cut her off and she heard a splash of water followed by soft footsteps. His voice, no longer filled with venom, sounded defeated and sad.
"I brought cookies. Snickerdoodle? Said to hold magical powers that can turn any grumpy guppy into a silly sea turtle..." Silence stretched out the seconds and her hope gradually deflated until she'd heard him sigh and a rustle behind the door. The lock clicked soon after, the door opening barely a sliver.
"...fine. Come in." Usually he'd at least smile, tease her for using such childish alliterations when she'd attempted to cheer him up in the past. Levi's deadpan tone crawled under her skin uncomfortably but she reached out to open the door, pulling it closed behind her and locking it as he had done previously.
MC's eyes followed the trail of puddles decorating the floor around the room before her gaze landed on the culprit. Levi had fallen back in his bathtub bed, legs dangling over the edge as his computer's screensaver cast an unsettling glow in the room.
Walking over to his desk to set down the plate of cookies, MC moved the mouse slightly causing the screen flicker to life; she wasn't interested with what was on the screen so much as the default screensaver had been silently mocking her.
MC took a cookie from the plate and placed it in her mouth, moving to stand between his legs. She held her hand out expectantly, waiting for the third-born to take it and let her pull him up. Eventually when he reached for her hand, Levi locked his legs around hers, lifting her before pulling her down into the tub with him. The cookie had fallen during the movement as she had yelped in surprise, and landed on his chest.
Arranging themselves to be comfortable, MC was lying on her back and Levi had his head resting on her stomach, her fingers brushing through his wet hair with the cookie lying innocently on her abdomen. It was quiet for awhile, neither of them spoke but the atmosphere was comforting, reassuring.
Finally, MC felt his fingers ghost along her stomach to inspect the cookie. It was too dim to see the pattern but she wasn't concerned about it; he'd see the design eventually.
"You made these?" His voice was barely above a whisper so as to not disrupt the mood.
"Mhmm," an affirmative hum in response, fingers still sifting through his hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp. Levi hugged her a little tighter before lifting himself up, cookie in his mouth like she had done earlier, and held his head right above hers, the cookie gently pressed against her lips. Levi couldn't meet her gaze and she swore she could feel the heat radiating from his face, but she raised her head to take a bite from the offered sweet.
Crumbles rained down onto her face and she laughed, bringing up a hand to swipe them away causing Levi to shove the rest of the cookie into his mouth not knowing what else to do with it and not wanting to drop any more crumbs on her.
"It was supposed to be romantic, I'm sorry I messed it up," she could hear the pout in his voice. Looping her arms around his shoulders, MC pulled herself up to kiss him on the cheek, his skin warm against her lips.
"Romance is for boomers and normies. You're adorable and literally perfect the way you are." Levi groaned and leaned forward, burying his face against her neck, his chest rumbling as he tried not to whine.
The two of them shifted their positions again with practiced ease learned from maneuvering around in his narrow bathtub bed. Her ear against his chest listening to the rhythm of his heart beat and his arm resting gently on her upper back. She could feel his hand ghosting over her arm, still showing his shy, hesitant nature.
"Do you want to talk about it? This morning I mean." She felt him tense up and moved her hand from under her chin to splay her fingers gently on his chest to which he flinched from the contact. "We don't have to if you don't want to, I just want to make sure you're okay. You weren't online all day." Her voice got quieter the longer she spoke until the last sentence was mumbled.
"Eh? I bet you jumped around all my accounts to see if I'd been active." MC shrunk down trying to make herself smaller and he let out a laugh. "You did? Oh you totally did! Let me guess, DevilTube, Devilgram, Devilbook, Devcord, don't tell me you also checked Devtrest? Man I haven't been on that one in ages!!" Levi continued laughing and MC playfully smacked her hand on his chest with a scoff, her face burning as he teased her.
"And you even made me cookies too?" Levi sighed and wrapped his arms around her in a hug, squeezing her for a few seconds before pulling away. A hand lingered on her shoulder made her heart swoon. "I just," he started before stopping short, trying to collect and organize his thoughts and she waited patiently as he knew she would.
"You're so patient with me, I'm, I should be able to show you off to my brothers, to the world like you deserve. I should be confident enough to announce that we're, y-you know, t...to..., GAH! I can't even say it! I'm sorry MC, that I'm so use-"
"I don't think so," MC snapped back and pushed herself up to straddle him, smooshing his cheeks together to make fish lips, effectively cutting him off. "Do you remember what we talked about?" Levi looked away and huffed an exhale through his nose. "About being nice to ourselves?" MC still had a hold on his face squishing his cheeks together so he wasn't able to vocally respond but he huffed again before nodding slowly. She released his cheeks and patted his head, watching him expectantly. It was a battle they had frequently, waiting for the other to break first, but he always caved.
"Fine, fine, I give in, you win." As part of their agreement, whenever they caught each other saying something negative or self-depreciating, the one that was caught has to then say a compliment about themselves. "Ah, I'm Ruri-chan's number one fan!" Levi laughed and MC playfully huffed in response before standing and leaving the bathtub bed.
Levi peeked his head over the rim of the tub, worried he'd actually upset her, his eyes following as she walked to his desk and spotted the plate of cookies. He smacked his lips relishing in the sweet aftertaste and his stomach growled signaling it hadn't had a morsel of food all day. Pulling himself out of the tub, Levi padded over next to her and sat down in his chair.
Waiting until he got comfortable, MC sat down in his lap, facing him, and wrapped her arms around his torso, nuzzling her face against his sternum. Levi rested his chin on the top of her head and opened up his social media accounts to catch up on notifications and news, forgetting about his hunger. Hearing his stomach rumble, MC reached over for another cookie, holding it so the glow from the computer highlighted the imprinted design on top.
"If your her number one fan, then that makes me an enabler." Confused by her words, Levi looks down at the cookie in her hand and squealed, cupping her hand holding the baked good gently like it was a precious delicacy.
"MC," he whined. "Is this from the Limited Edition Baking With Ruri-chan Rolling Pin featuring Ruri-chan and Azuki-tan in their aprons and chef hats?" The designs smiling back up at him confirmed his suspicion. "But, we went to all the stores, all the lottery tickets, how were you lucky enough to get one?" She tittered knowing he was impressed and her surprise a success.
"Someone bought one by accident not realizing the design was themed. They wanted the original Ruri-chan design and returned the limited edition one."
"What?!? That's, how does that even happen?" Levi exclaimed, confounded by the happenstance.
"The store clerk was confused too, they could have made bank if they would have sold it instead but nope; they made an even exchange. The clerk remembered how desperate we were to get one and held on to it in case we were to stop by again. Mammon and I were window shopping when the clerk flagged me down. He said by doing us this favor, he hopes we'll seek him out first for future rare merch drops."
Levi was quiet for a moment, considering the design imprinted on the homemade baked good. His free hand lifted, running his fingers along her neck, urging her to pull back and she followed suit, her eyes blinking wide up at the otaku. Levi's hand held her head steady, his finger under her chin, blinking slowly and a soft smile parting his lips.
"I change my answer, I'm your number one fan." Her heart skipped a beat as he pressed his lips softly against hers and she melted. Their flushed cheeks mirrored each other and as she found herself dazed, he realized what he'd done and his face burned hotter. Looking everywhere else, Levi's attention was brought back to the cookie and he quickly took a bite as a distraction. Actually tasting and enjoying the sweet, he let out a delighted hum while he chewed and MC laughed in response, grabbing another cookie for herself to eat.
"You know," he spoke up after finishing his cookie, "I'm a pretty big fan of these cookies too."
"You're not gonna kiss the cookie too, right? Cause that'd be weird." MC snorted with laughter and Levi sputtered before following her in laughter feeling the weight of the day, of the morning, finally drift away.
I’d love Lucifer & Rain for November 12th Prompt, maybe sharing an umbrella home late at night, nsfw would be fun too if you want to, or even better MCxLuciferxDiavolo, “it’s too rainy, just stay here for the night” nsfw prompt ~ HoRights (I love ur writing, especially your nsfw work, especially how you write Diavolo)
PHEW. This one kicked my BUTT but I did it! I did it for you nonny and for anyone else who would enjoy this. This is my first threesome and constructive criticism is welcome!
Warnings: nsfw, she/her pronouns, 2nd person POV, double penetration, implied wounds from fangs and claws, please let me know if I need to add more!!
10: Rain with Diavolo, Lucifer, and Reader
It wasn't supposed to rain, the forecast called for clear skies. You specifically double and triple checked to make sure there'd be no precipitation that day before you decided on your outfit. Lord Diavolo had invited you and Lucifer over for tea and to check up on how your exchange program was going so far. Asmo just happened to be walking by when the invitation was announced and stole you away to his room to get ready.
"It's not every day you get the attention of the two strongest demons in all of Devildom," his honey whiskey eyes twinkled and he winked at you, "so let's give them something to look at."
Your hair was up in a bun, loose tendrils and bangs were shaped to frame your face. Asmo had fretted over your make-up giving you a natural look to highlight your "adorable human face," with winged eyeliner and a barely pink lipstick that was almost nude with highlighter brushed across your cheeks.
The dress he had given you, he said he was borrowing it for inspiration but you had given him your best puppy dog eyes and he crumbled. The way it felt against your skin, the way you looked in the mirror, a sense of empowerment washed over you and he whistled at your newfound confidence. You'd never worn this much white before because you never trusted yourself not to get something on it. However, one look at your legs, the skin of your thighs from behind the lace that extended down to your ankles reaffirmed it for you. There was no way you wouldn't wear this creation.
It wasn't supposed to rain yet here you were, both you and Lucifer soaked to the bone. The sky had unleashed a torrential downpour and neither of you had been prepared for it. He shifted quickly into his demon form and sped to Diavolo's castle but the rain still got to you and the wind from his speed didn't help at all.
On the bright side, your make-up was still flawless.
Barbatos met you at the door with the fluffiest towels you'd ever seen, they were warm as if plucked fresh from the dryer. You let out a moan as you wrapped the towel around your bare arms; the soft texture and heated warmth soothing your shivering skin.
Lucifer took his coat off and traded it for a towel from Barbatos. He ushered you over to the fireplace already roaring with a mild inferno. Draping his own towel around his shoulders, the noise you'd made caught his attention and he turned to face you.
Hiding his frustration at your feeble attempts to dry yourself off, Lucifer reached up over to you, easily undoing your bun and watched as your hair fell. “It’ll be easier to dry if it’s down.”
You nod as you look up at him. Beads of water streaming down his face, following the contours of his neck, you licked your lips as he turns to Barbatos.
“Barbatos, please inform Lord Diavolo we will need a moment to dry off. We will wait here, the fire should help."
Barbatos nodded and turned to go update the Prince leaving the two of you alone for the moment. You looked down at your dress and pouted, but jumped back, fighting to cover yourself more with the towel as you realized your very wet white dress was now also very see through.
The water caused the dress to turn so sheer that you could see every dip and curve of your figure including your underwear and your painfully erect nipples. You swore you could hear Asmo laughing and you resigned yourself to never wear something of his again.
You turned to face the fire, fingers biting into the towel and tried to focus on warming up. The material of the dress hung around your legs, and you were trying to keep yourself from shivering. He sighed as he grabbed a blanket from the arm of the couch. As he walked over to you he opened the blanket, covering your legs.
“He probably won’t be long.” He clicked his tongue. “You’re not at all ready to see Lord Diavolo. And I can’t have you looking like this.” He tutted as if you were a child and you huffed, about to bite back but the retort fizzled as you felt a gloved hand against the side of your face.
Lucifer took hold of your chin and turned your head to the side as he spoke in your ear, “Let me dry you off,” his warm breath against your damp skin sent shivers down your spine. Taking hold of the towel around your arms, he started to rub circles over your shoulders, slowly moving down your collarbone to your chest.
“You must be really cold being this wet.” His hands starting to massage your breasts, focusing around your nipples. He watched as you tried to hold in your reaction. “I’m simply helping you to dry off, and you’re reacting quite lewdly." Your mouth gaped open and you scoffed. "How can I not react like this when you're," he pinched your nipple effectively cutting you off. He drew out a mewl as his fingers continued to massage your breasts.
”I’ve only just started to dry you off. ” He lifted one hand and removed his glove with his teeth, returning it to your breast and repeated the same for the other hand. Continuing to dry you off, he started to bring the towel further down your body, his fingers pressing into your skin.
Adjusting the towel so it was around your waist, he pulled you into him a bit. His knee pressing up between your thighs and you bit back a moan as you felt him tug the towel tighter around you, moving your hips over his leg. “Your dress is even soaked down here.”
He watched as the wet ends of your hair dripped down your chest and puddles formed on the carpet under you. “Now you’re getting the carpet wet. We must see to it you have a recap on manners.” He leaned down as slowly licked the crevices of your collarbone up to your neck. You whined, feeling your composure start to crumble as the flat of his tongue made your eyes roll back, your hands reaching out to his biceps to steady yourself.
“Well, it seems I’m just in time.” Diavolo’s voice echoed behind them. You froze and your heart sank to your stomach from the intrusion. You flushed a bright red, wishing that the fight or flight instincts for humans included temporary invisibility.
Lucifer nipped at the skin under your ear, his hands continuing to rub over your hips as he pulled away looking down at her then over at Diavolo, “Assistance seems to be required with this one. So unkempt, she needs a lesson in how to refine herself.”
“Yes, I see what you mean, she is making quite the mess of the floor.” Diavolo walked up behind you, as he took the towel from around Lucifer’s neck. You blinked and found yourself swallowing hard as the two conversed, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable as the look in their eyes turned predatory.
“I know you're more than capable of attending to the front of her," towel in hand, Diavolo began by gently patting your hair between the folds, surprising you as he actually began helping you to dry off. "I can see why you're requesting assistance," he hummed but there was something sinister in the way he tried to sound innocent. Diavolo pulled his hands away and you cried out, shuddering on Lucifer's knee as the demon prince delivered a sharp spank to your ass.
"She's soaking wet and thinks she can speak without permission." His fingers groped your ass before running the towel down your thighs, to your ankles and back up, his hands kneading your cheeks through the towel. "Quite the handful indeed."
“Your behavior right now in front of the Prince is disappointing. You can't even form a coherent sentence." Lucifer saw the fire in your eye, your mouth opening to bite back but your breath caught in your throat as he pressed three of his fingers into your mouth. You glared but the look he gave melted you and you began lapping and sucking his fingers obediently.
“Now now, I think she’s starting to get better. Besides, how is she supposed to speak if you don't give her the chance to." Diavolo's claws snipped the fabric over your shoulders and cut through the straps of your bra. His gentle hands pulled the fabric down exposing your damp skin to the heat of the rolling fire between their bodies and from the fireplace.
Goosebumps rippled across your skin as he tugged the fabric down further, freeing your breasts from their confines and tossing your bra gracefully into the fire. You wanted to whine but the prince took a step closer, his hands moving to cup your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples and you cried out against Lucifer's fingers and he shoved then further into your mouth. Diavolo rested his head on your shoulder as his hands continued kneading and massaging your tits and he smiled innocently at Lucifer.
"I think she's behaving quite admirably so far but we do need to do something about this dress. It's almost a shame I wasn't able to see it fully. Oh well," his voice was filled with mock disappointment as his hands slid under the dress and along your stomach, down the front of your thighs, his thumbs hooking into and dragging your panties down with the dress.
Your body shivered as his nails bit into your flesh as the material pooled at your feet. The dress was snatched away and you found yourself being pushed further and harder onto Lucifer's thigh, your mind fogging over as hands roved around your body; one moving your hips forcing you to ride Lucifer's leg and two hands on your chest playing with your nipples simultaneously.
Your back arched and your head thumped against Diavolo’s chest and he chuckled, fangs nipping at the skin of your throat. You whined as his fangs pierced your skin, his hot tongue lapping at the blood that slowly dripped down. Lucifer removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned in to replace them with his tongue as his hand traveled down to your folds. You squeaked in surprise as his slick digits worked to stretch out your puckered entrance instead of your cunt. Sensing your confusion, Diavolo reached down to your thighs, hands scooping under your knees and hoisting you up. Your face heated up, flushed red as a tomato as he held you open in front of Lucifer, your legs spread wide. Lucifer hummed appreciatively but tsked as you turned your head to the side to try and hide, closing your eyes and biting your lip as you felt Diavolo’s erection pressed against the underside of your cheeks.
“You should know by now little one that you can’t hide from us.” The Prince’s words rolled over your skin like warm honey as his mouth attached itself to the crook of your neck, crying out as he bit down the same time Lucifer’s fingers re-entered your back side, working your muscles and stretching you out. Your eyes snapped open when you felt Lucifer’s hand gently guiding your chin to look back at him, his lips latching on to yours as both of his hands moved to prep and stretch both of your openings. His tongue invaded your mouth, brushing up against your own forcefully, saliva dribbled down your chin, swallowing your moans as you cried out from the pleasure that pooled from his ministrations.
Your mind barely registered the sounds of their pants being undone but you felt the dual presence of both their members pressed against your skin. Diavolo lifted you a little higher for Lucifer to guide the Prince’s erection into your cunt, coating himself with your slick juices and growling as he bit into your shoulder. Lucifer’s mouth went down to your chest, biting and tugging at your nipples, his tongue lapping to soothe the pain. Your eyes fluttered, back arching as Diavolo lowered you down, your cunt engulfing his over-sized demon cock. The stretch from his girth sent stars across your vision, toes curling, and your voice crying out as the heat that was building up released. Lucifer pulled away to watch your face twist up in orgasmic bliss, chuckling as he pumped his own erection a few times, inpatient to feel you convulse around him.
“Orgasms make for such a pleasant shade of red across her face.” Your mind barely registering the smooth baritone of Lucifer’s voice over the groans from the prince behind you. Your orgasm came as a surprise to the prince and he was losing his composure.
“I can see why you’ve taken such a liking to this human,” Diavolo’s voice rumbled with a growl as his claws bit into the soft flesh of your thighs, “I almost don’t want to share her.” Lucifer froze in front of you and Diavolo laughed, sighing as he pulled himself out of you, his tip re-aligning with your lower entrance. “Come now Luce, I said ‘almost.’” The prince nipped at your earlobe and started pushing his way inside. Your hands reached out to Lucifer and he didn’t hesitate to catch your arms, stepping closer to allow you to brace yourself on his biceps.
Taking a moment, Lucifer reached up to tuck loose strands of your hair behind your ear, his gaze soft as he took in your facial features looking for any signs of discomfort in your body language. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and he brought himself in closer, his own cock pushing its way through your folds as he sealed his lips over yours. His mouth muffled your moans, your hips involuntarily bucking themselves to feel more of him, thrusting Diavolo’s cock further into you. Lucifer rolled his hips a few more times, grinding his hips into yours but it wasn’t enough for you. Even with the demon prince already inside of you, your core cried out for Lucifer.
“Lucifer, please,” the demons shared a look, a silent conversation, and Lucifer’s lips were back on yours as he snapped his hips, sheathing himself fully into you. Diavolo didn’t even wait for you to adjust before he started rolling his hips, his hands on your thighs moving you in tandem with his thrusting. Lucifer’s hands were on your hips as he set his pace, alternating with the prince.
Their thrusting felt like it was going to rip you in half, you reminded yourself that it’d be easy for them to do so, but your body accepted their girths nonetheless. You felt every ridge and bump as their cocks took their turns fucking you, one after the other, never feeling empty as they kept a steady pace. Cries and moans poured out from between your lips, noises you thought you’d never make outside your dreams, however you were completely ignorant from the strain on your throat. You wouldn’t be able to speak tomorrow but that was the furthest thing from your mind.
Their breaths like molten lava over your skin as the three of you panted, composure crumbling as their pace increased. Their thrusting became erratic, no longer working in tandem, their grip on your body tightening, your body bouncing as it tried to keep up. One of your hands flew up to wrap around the back of Diavolo’s neck, your nails digging into Lucifer’s shoulder in a desperate attempt to hold onto something.
Diavolo’s chest rumbled against your back, letting out a low growl that reverberated through your soul and ignited your core. Their hands switched positions on your body. Sharp claws dug into your hips as the prince took full control over the pace, forcing your body to ride them in unison. Lucifer leaned forward, his teeth grazing over your collarbone sending sparks straight to your core and the pitch in your voice increasing as your body raced to its next orgasm.
Taking the hint, Diavolo lowered his head and sank his fangs into your shoulder, Lucifer followed suit biting into your collarbone. A shrill scream tore from your and your body froze before shaking violently as the dam holding back your orgasm broke open. Growls from both demons deafening in your ears as your muscles convulsed and tightened around them, chasing their own orgasms just moments after yours. The heat from their release filling you and their thrusting slowed to lazy rolls allowing your body to milk them, stuffing you with their cum.
Claws reverted back to fingers and they pulled their teeth from your flesh. You mewled as their tongues lapped at the wounds and cleaned up the blood. The hands from your hips disappeared and soft lips pressed against your temple in a chaste kiss. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped when the prince ruffled Lucifer’s hair. Crimson eyes rolled and Diavolo let out his own chuckle and he stepped away. Lucifer moved his arms to help you stand upright, wrapping his arms around you after your feet touched the ground and your knees buckled.
Their seed leaked from you, you felt it running down your thigh and the prince practically purred in delight. In an instant, Barbatos was there with three plush robes, his visage polite and respectful but you were still riding the post-orgasm high to feel mortified in front of the other demon. Lucifer made sure to help you with your robe first, fastening the tie around your waist before donning his own robe.
Lightning cracked outside the mansion and you swore you saw Diavolo’s demon form in the flash of the light, his eyes briefly flashing with an unsatiated appetite. You blinked and he resumed his normal cheerful demeanor.
“You’re more than welcome to stay here and wait out the rest of the storm. Barbatos will show you to your room. Feel free to rest, recoup, whatever it is you two lovebirds do to pass the time.” His smile remained joyous but his eyes poured into yours with an intense heat. “Don’t hesitate to seek me out if there’s anything you need to make your stay more,” his voice dropped ever so slightly as he said, “enjoyable.”
“Thank you Lord Diavolo for accommodating us on such short notice,” Lucifer’s voice was cordial, but there was a playful glint in his eye as he responded to the prince. “I’m sure I can find ways to entertain Y/N until the rain stops but don’t worry, I’ll have her cry out your name if we need your assistance.”
First time writing for Diavolo and for all the brothers at once 😅 definitely a challenge to guage all their reactions but I still had fun with this 💜💜💜 thank you @slipperyslideyday I went with a gender neutral reader again, hope y'all enjoy!
It happened while you were with the brothers at Lord Diavolo's castle for the weekend retreat. He'd pretty much begged you for a story, a tale from the human world. Diavolo had asked for "that story about how the magic girl turns people into pumpkins at midnight. And to turn back she needs slipper or some other human artifact.”
"Cinderella?" You'd asked, your brain somehow connecting the dots between pumpkin, midnight, and slipper. He nodded enthusiastically, "yes, that's the one," but you figured he'd be satisfied with any human-world fairytale.
Whether they showed it or not, you had everyone's attention as you spun the Brother's Grimm version of Cinderella mixing in certain magical elements from the Disney version as your memory couldn't remember the full story. During the scene where she's dancing with the prince, your eyes caught Diavolo's and he winked. You saw him frown as the clock struck midnight and Cinderella had to part from her prince.
"Why didn't she stay?" He'd asked but Satan spoke up saying "you won't find out if you don't let Y/N continue." Lucifer scoffed but stayed silent, also encouraging you to continue. You recounted how she'd left behind a glass slipper and how her coach, as it was racing home, quickly turned back into a pumpkin as the magic wore off and her dress reverted back to the rags she previously wore.
You caught the glare Belphie and Lucifer shot each other when the evil stepmother locked Cinderella in the attic but you also saw the emotions flying across Diavolo's face; concerned, angry, worried, sad. He was in suspense and hanging off your every word. You could see the heart break plain as day when the glass slipper shattered before Cinderella had a chance to try it on and suppressed a laugh as he smiled and laughed joyfully when she pulled out her own matching slipper.
"And they lived happily ever after." Beel, Asmo, and Diavolo were all smiling from ear to ear, you'd swear you could see their eyes wet with tears. Belphie seemed to be unfazed but you saw the ghost of a smile as he curled up tighter against Beel's side. Satan nodded when you looked his way, you knew he made a mental note to find the book later and read it for himself and maybe some other human world fairy tales.
Leviathan exclaimed and went off on a rant about how "this was exactly like this one manga I read, "My Step-Mom and Step-Sisters Are Awful And Treat Me Like Dirt So I Got A Fairy Godmother Who Gave Me An Expensive Make-Over And Caught The Eye Of The Prince. It Was Love At First Sight And He Managed To Track Me Down Based On My Shoe Size."
Mammon seemed flabbergasted.
"Ya mean to tell me, she cried, got a fairy whatever, then landed herself a stinkin rich dude? That's fuckin balls man. That shit don't happen in the real world." The outburst caused a few of the brothers to snicker and laugh.
"Are you saying you want to be a princess, Mammon?" Belphie sighed a quip, getting in on teasing the second eldest.
"Yeah," Levi pitched in, "maybe you'd have a chance if you wore a ball-gown and glass slippers."
Mammon flushed and exclaimed against their remarks saying that's not what he meant at all, just that he didn't think it was fair. The brothers continued their squabbles as they got up and began retreating to their rooms. Asmo was quick to give you a hug and pecked your cheek, laughing as he fought off the brothers. "Just say the word Y/N and I'll happily be your fairy demon-mother." He winked and left the room. You started to make your way when a hand wrapped around your arm and his voice danced down your spine.
"What happened next, Y/N?" You turned to look up into those burnt amber eyes. You blinked in confusion but turned to face him head on, flushing when you realized just how close he was, towering over you.
"They got married, the story ends there." He frowned, seeming dissatisfied with the answer. You swallowed a lump in your throat. What more did he want?
"What happened after they got married?" He took another step closer. You would have done so too but his gaze had you rooted in place. Did it get warmer in here? It definitely felt like it was getting warmer.
"Th-they started a family. There's actually a few sequels that go on to explain things, both life after the wedding and from the sister's points of view." You were rambling, nerves on edge as his gaze bordered on predatory, "the one for the sisters is actually pretty sweet you learn more about Anastasia and-" you squeaked as a hand circled around your waist, pulling you flush to him.
Diavolo reached down and tilted your head up to meet his face and he leaned down to your height. "And what happened on the wedding night?" He was smiling innocently but he knew exactly what he was doing.
"They uh, consummated the marriage, as is human tradition."
"What if I were to tell you," his knee moved in between your legs grinding his thigh against your pelvis. "That it's my tradition to consummate the exchange program during the weekend retreat." Your breath left your lungs as he nipped at the skin below your ear, your hands feebly gripping the fabric of his sleeves as you pressed your pelvis back against his thigh.
Diavolo moved the hand around your waist to cup your ass through your pants, taking control and moving your hips as worked his thigh under you. His other hand traveled up under your shirt and toyed with your nipple, lips latching onto a sensitive area on your neck. He nibbled at your flesh, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue, his fingers leaving trails of fire scorching your skin and all the heat began pooling in your lower abdomen.
"Well Y/N?" Your name rolled off his lips and you were panting as he increased the speed of his movements. You were rolling your hips in time with his thrusting, moaning as he played with your body. You reached out to touch his chest and he caught both your hands and held them together with one of his leaving you virtually powerless, solely relying on him to keep you upright and steady.
Diavolo chuckled as his ministrations slowed, basking in the whine that fell from your lips. "You didn't answer me Y/N." He kissed your eyebrows, furrowed in confusion as you tried to recall what he'd said, your mind lost in a lustful haze. "Do you want to consummate the exchange program?"
You were absentmindedly nodding before you had a chance to catch your breath. Diavolo grinned and threw you over his shoulder and smacked your ass as you yelped. You wouldn't be getting a wink of sleep until he had deemed the exchange program properly consummated.
Levi with Fluff prompt “Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”
Second person w/ they/them. (Or whatever you are most comfortable writing as). SFW.
Thank you 🙏🏻😘
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I am a SUCKER for Levi fluff!! I'm so glad i could be your first 🤧😏💜 I hope this satisfies you!!! Since I wrote this in second person, I didn't need to use pronouns, but it's still gender neutral 😊😊
Levi with Fluff prompt “Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”
You'd read over the same line for the last few minutes, thinking about the words you wanted to tell him. Sprawled out on the sofa in his room, you closed the manga you'd long since given up reading and turned your head to look at the third-born. He was in the middle of a raid with his guild. You smiled softly watching him, taking in the noises he made, how his body moved in reaction to whatever happened on screen.
Feeling your stare, Levi muted his mic and hummed in question. "Doing okay?" His focus didn't stray from his game but there was gentle concern laced in his voice. He still hadn't fully accepted you genuinely enjoying his company and planned on you eventually losing interest.
"Yeah, just chillin." You could see his frown reflected on his monitor even though your tone was content and tranquil. He was about to say something but you cut him off. "I promise I'm fine," you hesitated. Levi's chair squeaked as he leaned over, expecting you to continue. A short exhale of air pushed through your nose and you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face.
"You know me too well. I wanna tell you something but it can wait." His heart sank. This was it, you were going to tell him how much you hated spending time with him, how he's boring and gross. Levi was caught up in his musings he didn't hear you calling out for him but his mind blanked as he felt your cool hands on his flushed cheeks. His eyelids fluttered closed, the contact felt nice. You smiled softly as he rubbed his head affectionately against your hold, getting more flustered once he realized what he was doing.
Levi forgot about his game but you had already paused it and silenced the voices pouring through the headphones. Turning his chair so he'd face you, Levi's hands flew up to cover his face as you leaned down so you were eye-level with him.
"If you were a Pokemon, I'd always choose you."
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"I used to be an adventurer like you until I took Cupid's arrow to the heart."
"...you're just teasing me."
"If I had to choose anyone, I'd want to share a Paopu fruit with you."
"MC please, and I'm not -."
"I want to be the Azuki-tan to your Ruri-chan."
"Stop flirting with me, I'm not going to fall for it."
"But I've already fallen for you."
You could see the range of emotions flying across his face; confusion, uncertainty, hope, awestruck, anger. His eyes were glazed over and you knew his thoughts were racing. As Levi started to roll the chair backwards, he knocked you off balance causing you to fall forward.
The instant your lips connected with his, you felt this calming sense of purity that soothed your fears and worries. You hoped he'd felt it to, the soft sweetness that made your knees weak. Levi's body was stiff until you could feel him lift his arms. In a moment of panic, you thought he was about to push you away but you tilted your head and pressed your lips more firmly against his.
You waited a few seconds. Could he hear how loud your heart was pounding? Or was that his erratic pulse? Still he did not move. Tears welled in your eyes from the elation of finally kissing him but also the frustration. You tried not to be heartbroken when he did not reciprocate but you were glad he had not yet pushed you away or pulled back.
Was that, water? On your cheek? Where did it come from? Slowly you opened your eyes, focusing on how close his face was to you. Levi hadn't moved because he was terrified this wasn't real. His eyes were blurry through tears he'd been trying to hold back but once he saw you looking at him, he let go. It started with a hiccup and he allowed himself to reach up, reconnecting his lips to yours.
He was kissing you back.
The kiss was wet and clumsy with both of you crying. But you were also laughing together and peppering each other's faces in little kisses. He's not able to verbally reciprocate his feelings, but you know. His lips pressed against your forehead in sweet little kisses, his fingers filling the spaces between yours, the way his gentle touches leaves your skin tingling.
It wasn't how you'd pictured confessing, but, in the end, it was perfect.
Pfffft what about 103 with Beel and afab MC but with they/them pronouns? And make it SFW? 🥺
I'm going to be honest, I had every intention to keep this one fluffy and cute but uh, kinda got a little derailed there at the end with Beel 👉👈 not sure I should apologize tho 😅
(I honestly wasn't expecting to finish this one as fast as I did but hey, half way to reaching my personal goal for this week!)
Warnings: not really any to think of tbh but I'll add them if requested 💜💜
"Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.” Beel, SFW
Curses were muffled through the door, accompanied by stomps and huffs. If it were any other brother, they would have broken down the door by now. You snickered, leaning leisurely against the sink, toothbrush hanging from your lips as the Avatar of Lust continued his tantrum on the other side of the locked door.
You had finished your shower long ago. having been fully dressed, there was no reason to keep the door sealed tight. Well, technically, one reason; you enjoyed your morning moments of peace and quiet. You just happened to do so from the confines of the shared bathroom. The fact that your time in the bathroom was cutting into his majesty's beauty routine was purely happenstance and not at all a coincidence.
Rinsing the paste from your mouth, you missed the conversation out in the hallway. You, however, did not miss the crunch of the door handle, your eyes wide as the door swung open. Asmo took over the bathroom in a flurry of movements, snapping a towel on your ass before he slammed the door closed, propping something heavy against it to keep it closed.
You crossed your arms and huffed at the culprit who came along and pooped on your party, pouting as his hand covered your head in at attempt to ruffle your hair.
"Sharing is caring MC."
Beel chuckled at your antics, munching on a granola bar. "There's a lot of us here. I know it's probably not something you're used to but I find it's easiest to plan your bathroom time around Asmo's routine." You swatted his hand away playfully, which he ignored, gave your head another gentle pat, and made his way down the hall.
Later that week, you found yourself in yet another heated argument with Levi over the gaming console. He'd generously given you hours to play, saying that was plenty enough time for even a normie to play through the full game. You fought back saying his "calculations, or whatever" didn't factor in the time for side quests and level crunching.
Lucifer had heard you two bickering even with his office door shut and sent a group text to the brothers and you promising punishment if you didn't stop but the text went ignored as your squabbles amplified. Levi was in his demon form, tail flailing about in reckless abandon but you flared your nostrils and stood your ground. Mammon and Satan had a bet going, cheering you both on and Asmo was taking pictures to "remember this side of you for later."
Neither of you noticed the arms that wrapped around Levi, locking his limbs and holding him in place and the controller you had been gripping was now in Belphie's hands. Your mouth gaped open and you watched the seventh born, equipped with a sadistic smirk, brought the controller over to Levi. The Avatar of Envy had been gnashing his fangs but Beel's hold had him calming down, muttering apologies for his sin having taken over.
Your anger had deflated into annoyance but you managed a small laugh when Mammon cried out having lost the bet to Satan. Levi walked over, offering you a second controller asking if you wanted to play a 2-player game as an apology. He let out a grunt as Beel patted him on the back, Belphie slung against his back already asleep.
"Sharing is caring MC. Levi is envious just like I'm hungry. He's not one to share his things easily but he shared with you. I'd say that means you're probably pretty special to him." Beel laughed and Levi's face was beet red as he sputtered attempts to deny his brother's accusation.
It wasn't a usual occurrence, but every now and then, you'd stick around after Beel's sports practice and you'd both go get a bite to eat before making the trek back to the house. You both laughed as you failed to keep up with his pace causing him to ultimately shift to his demon form and fly you over to Hell's Kitchen.
Kicking your feet in the booth, your stomach growled as Beel happily munched on the seemingly endless fries the staff kept bringing out. You knew your food was coming and you were usually patient but you couldn't deny how tantalizing the aroma was, already salivating as you imagined the taste. Remembering the custard incident, your mind tried to use logic to keep you from snagging a few fries.
Being the Avatar of Glutton, Beel's eyebrow arched, fully aware of your internal struggle. Your hunger had caught his attention way before practice was over and he'd since wanted nothing more than to let you divulge in his sin. But.
He shoved another handful of fries in his mouth, the supply seemingly endless but barely scratching the surface of his hunger. This was his food, his fries. His stomach demanded all of it. Sunset eyes looked to you, almost asking you to make up his mind.
Completely oblivious to Beel's internal struggle, you watched as the wait staff cleared out the empty fry baskets and replaced them with fresh, steaming mounds of even more fries. Unlike the previous servings, these were coated with chili, cheese, and sour cream. You watched as a droplet of the toppings careened down the mountain.
Your stomach twisted painfully and you dug in, stuffing your mouth with the fries. Audible gasps came from the wait staff but the low grumble that left Beel's throat caught your attention. Mistaking the intent behind his growl to be territorial or threatening, you froze and lifted your gaze to meet his, currently glowing eyes.
Words he'd said to you a few times already resurfaced in your mind as you swallowed your current mouthful. Reaching out to pull another fry from the pile, you stared back at him, offering a challenge as you spoke his words back to him.
"Sharing is caring Beel, now share your fries." Silence swallowed the atmosphere, the wait staff preparing to deal with your corpse when laughter bubbled up from Beel's chest like a summer thunderstorm. The guffaw borderline hysterical and deeper than you'd ever heard from the demon. You swore you saw your life flashing before your eyes and almost missed his acquiesce.
"Well shoot MC, you got me." His tone was jovial and mirthful but his eyes glowed with a renewed vigor, your hunger increasing and desire to eat all-encompassing like you'd never experienced before.
"Be sure to eat your fill." He slid the mountain closer to you and couldn't tear his eyes away as you took in fistfuls of fries, desperate to satiate your newfound hunger.
So Satan is actually the brother I know the least about but this was still SO MUCH FUN to write, thank you Slip 💜💜💜 I left the reader as gender neutral as well just in case 💜 @slipperyslideyday
15: Apple Pie with Satan, SFW
The days were drifting as your exchange program continued on and you found yourself enjoying the company of a certain blonde demon. That wasn't to say you didn't like the rest of the brothers, it was just that sometimes their chaotic energy was overwhelming at times. You were curled up in one of the chairs in the planetarium, the water from the fountain reminding you of the soothing brook you used to sit by back home. The ambiance was comforting and perfect for catching up on your reading and that's how he found you.
Satan was walking around in the hallways merely to stretch his legs when he hard the familiar sound of pages turning. His interest piqued, he stalked over to your chair, a smile replacing his confused expression when he saw it was you.
"I didn't know you liked to read for fun," he'd said. You didn't hear him approach so surely the flutter in your chest was from being startled. You told him you liked the planetarium and how it offered you a bit of tranquility, a break from reality. He'd nodded in understanding and moved to leave when you called back out to him, inviting him to read with you, if he wanted. When he left, you weren't expecting him to come back with a stack of books, much less to pull up a chair so he could sit close to you.
While time passed, the only sounds that were heard besides the page turning and the fountain were little noises you'd made while reading; soft sighs and small exhales from your nose. However, you couldn't contain the laughter the bubbled up when you'd read when the protagonist was trying to woo the love interest by entering a pie baking contest thinking it was a pie eating contest.
You heard a hum and forgot you weren't alone. His green eyes piercing yours and you flushed, apologizing for the disruption. He waved it off nonchalantly and encouraged you to explain. Although he wouldn't admit it, he had been watching you lose yourself in your book. Your facial reactions to whatever you were reading, seeing you enthralled by the words, it made him feel validated, that he had someone in his life who loved books maybe almost as much as he did.
At the mention of pies, his lips turned downward slightly as he tried to remember the last time he'd had pie. "Devildom has pies?" You had asked and he laughed, "of course we have pies. You should try Madam Scream's apple pie." Upon further investigation, you'd found out that the other flavors of pie were great, but apple was his favorite.
That is how you found yourself rolling out the pie crust covered in flour in the House of Lamentation kitchen. You made sure to wait for a day you knew Beel would be out of the house so he wouldn't interfere. You woke up early and dragged Mammon out of the house so you could get the ingredients you needed that were listed in the Devildom cookbook you'd borrowed from Satan.
Mammon had pouted when you told him that you were baking something for Satan, but surrendered when you promised to make him something next time and ruffled his hair. Lucifer had walked by the kitchen, an eyebrow raised at the mess but couldn't hide the small smile at the reasoning behind your gesture.
Now, you've made pies before, but in the human world, you at least had pre-made crust. This time, you had to make the crust from scratch. But you also knew to make more crust than the recipe called for. You separated the lump of crust into 3 balls, one for the base, one for the lattice top, and the third for decoration and set them aside in the fridge.
For the filling, you weren't sure about "poison apples," but the book said that the poison was just a "flavor enhancer" and wasn't actually harmful to humans after they were baked. This left you feeling a bit disheartened as you were looking forward to licking the spoon. You weren't about to try your luck with the unbaked batter if it meant it could poison you.
Once the components were brought together, you set to work on the lattice crust, measuring out the dough in even length and width and layering the strips with meticulous precision. Rolling out the third ball of crust, you smiled and cut out the various shapes, using your fingers and whatever utensils your could find for the detail work. Arranging the pieces, you cheered as the little cat family sat happily on top of the lattice. Brushing over the egg wash, you placed your creation delicately into the oven and set the timer.
You had planned on bringing the pie to his room later as a surprise. You were not, however, planning to hear his familiar voice call out from behind you as you were elbow deep in the sink cleaning up the dishes.
"Madam Scream's replica poison apple pie," he mused, reading out loud. Of course he'd see the book, it was still open, right in the counter in plain sight. You hung your head in defeat and pulled your arms out of the water and dried them off, smiling sheepishly as you turned to face him.
"I wanted to surprise you." There were only a few more minutes left on the timer. A smirk spread across his lips as he stalked over closer to you. His hands gripped the counter on either side of the counter, cornering you, pinning you against the sink. You swallowed hard as his head lowered, bright turquoise green eyes delving straight into your soul. He lifted his hand to brush away batter that had, at one point, landed on your cheek and swiped at it with his finger. Holding you're gaze, he lapped at the batter, eyes turned predatory as your gaze honed in on the action and hummed in satisfaction.
"Delicious," his voice purred, before finally pulling away and ruffling your hair. "I'll go ahead and get that since you don't seem to be in a hurry." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but then the buzzing from the timer registered in your mind. Snapping yourself out of a daze, you went back to cleaning up the dishes. You wondered if he'd seen your choice of decoration, pouting because time stretched and the kitchen was silent. Did he leave? You didn't turn around to check, focusing instead on finishing up cleaning.
Just as you were drying off the last measuring cup, arms circled around your waist causing you to jump. Deft hands caught the cup that slipped from your fingers and placed it on the counter.
"You took forever," his voice was next to your ear sending a shiver down your spine. "I made a mess," you responded, voice barely above a whisper. His arms ushered you to turn around and walked with you over to the counter to admire your creation. The happy kitty smiling back, the crust a beautiful golden brown.
"Do I have to share this?" He hummed when you responded that you made it all for him. "I want to eat it now," Satan had his head resting on your shoulder, his chest pressed along your back.
"We have to let it cool." You swear you could hear him whine but it was barely audible.
"Good thing I brought this with me," one of his arms stretched out to pick up a book. You didn't know he'd had it with him but it made sense. He pulled away from you, his hand fell from your waist and tugged at your wrist. "Come," Satan pulled you along behind him and tugged you into his lap as he sat down in one on the chairs.
His arm snaked around your waist and you felt your cheeks heat up but you noticed he motioned to the book and you read the title. It was the book you were currently reading, on the page you left off on. You peered over your shoulder to look at him and had to bite your tongue at the faint blush dusting his cheeks.
"I wanted to read how Arthur would fair in this pie baking contest." He wanted to read your book with you. You smiled and got comfortable, raising your hand to hold the book for both of you and began reading to him out-loud. Satan closed his eyes and pressed his face into your back, breathing in your scent mixed with the smell of fresh apple pie, his decidedly new favourite scent next to the smell of pages in old books.
