📌 TW: Shameless smut, explicit descriptions of lustful acts, intercourse.
Remember: Everything here is consensual. I’m talking about a scenario where both of you are aware of each other’s boundaries.
Thank you for the request, hope you enjoy 💙
๋࣭⭑He is an exhibitionist, boldly touching you wherever he pleases, and let's face it, he's the prince of Devildom for fuck's sake! Diavolo wields his title like a shield, deflecting any complaints about your indulgent escapades with ease.
๋࣭⭑Is into double penetration, the sight of you being completely filled ignites a fire within him, quickening the rhythm of his heart. He showers you with praises and gentle caresses on your belly, ensuring your comfort every step of the way, attentive to your needs and desires.
๋࣭⭑He has nipple piercings and loves when you play with it. Lord Diavolo is a complete mess when you are teasing him like that and not only could but will cum just from your touches on his sensitive nipples.
๋࣭⭑He finds himself unable to resist the allure of your voice when you call him, often indulging in solo pleasures while listening to you on the phone. Each time you engage him in conversation, subtle shifts in his tone and sounds of his ragged breath betray his arousal. The distance only fuels his longing, causing his body to ache with desire, his member throb inside his pants.
๋࣭⭑Plus, since you live in the house of lamentation and the brothers won’t let you stay with him, he is used to sending dick pics in your chat, just to make you thirsty. Now, you find yourself creating ludicrous excuses just to run away to the Demon Lord's castle, craving the chance to witness his enticing display in person.
๋࣭⭑ If he is the top, will bend you over his throne to thrust into you. If he is the bottom, will ask for you to bend him over his desk and thrust hardly.
๋࣭⭑ Will indulge in your interests, so, if you ask him to stay with a plug inside of him the whole day, he will.
๋࣭⭑ One round isn't enough for him, the demon lord needs more, he could spend the whole day worshiping you.
Sorry if this one is too short, that's all I could think of 💙
please, "Under the sheets" with Mammon slightly suggestive
Thanks for sending your request!! Here's the quick drabble with the prompt, 💛 hope you enjoy!
Under the sheets ࿔*:･
Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚
📌 TW: Slightly NSFW, making out section, suggestive acts.
MC's smile widened as they realized Mammon had already woken up from his slumber, his sleepy blue eyes meeting theirs with a drowsy spark of affection. With a gentle touch, they caressed his face, tracing the contours of his features with adoration. They can’t deny, they adore him.
In one fluid motion, Mammon stretched languidly before positioning himself atop their body, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Morning, ya sleepy head," he greeted, his voice a husky murmur as he wrapped his arms around their waist, fingers dancing teasingly over the soft skin beneath their pajamas, his nails grazing their hips. His desire for closeness was palpable, demanding immediate satiation.
Responding to his touch, MC emitted a soft hum of contentment, their arm snaking around his neck to pull him closer, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.
The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the old fan and the echo of their wet kisses that intensified little by little. Mammon anxiously pulled the sheets, enveloping them in their warm cocoon, pressing his body against MC's with an urgency that made them gasp. He was so greedy.
“M-Mammon~” The human pants and giggles, their fingers intertwining with his hair locks, pulling gently.
“Shh…” Mammon hushed them softly, his own breath coming in shallow gasps as he savored the intoxicating closeness they shared.
As their kisses deepened and their embraces grew more heated, the demon and the human exchanged intimate caresses, smiling with every passionate touch that teased their intimacies. Both bodies moved in sync, the movements growing more urgent, more primal, as they surrendered into the raw desire. With a fervent intensity, they intertwined their legs, pulling each other closer in a desperate bid for closeness.
Suddenly, a loud noise shattered the tender intimacy, and the door flew open to reveal Leviathan, his expression a mix of fury and defiance. "Mammon, you scum, where are you?" he hissed, only to falter as his eyes widened in mortification at the scene before him. "Whoa! Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to intrude!" he stammered, face flushing crimson with embarrassment.
Mammon pulled away from MC, irritation evident in his gaze as he faced his younger brother. "Levi! What the hell are ya doin' barging in here like that?" His protective instincts flared up, instinctively shielded MC with his body, a silent warning to Leviathan not to pry further into their private moment.
Still flustered, Leviathan stumbled over his words in a hurried apology. "I-I was just... I... uh, sorry!" He barges away from the room, the purpose of his intrusion long forgotten amidst the awkwardness of the situation.
“Gosh… Why can’t we have some privacy?” Mammon grumbled, frustration evident in his voice as he shot a glare at the closed door.
“Well, at least we were under the sheets…” MC giggled, leaning in to give Mammon a soft peck on the lips.
📌 TW: Implied sexual acts, but not described. Make out sections.
In a magical dimly lighted room, MC and Solomon, both enthusiasts of the ancient art of sorcery, found themselves in a rare respite from their rigorous training.
The air was thick with anticipation as they stood on opposite ends of the snooker table, each eyeing the other with a playful glint.
Solomon couldn't resist his mischievous streak, using his subtle magic to nudge the ball just slightly every time MC took a shot. Each time, the ball seemed to move just out of reach, forcing them to stretch and contort their body over the table in an effort to make the shot.
With a sly grin, Solomon watched as MC's frustration grew, their movements becoming more fluid and graceful with each attempt. But despite the challenge, there was a playful energy between them, a dance of wit and skill as they sparred across the green baize.
A frustrated sigh escaped MC's lips, but there was a hint of amusement in their eyes as they straightened up, shooting Solomon a knowing look.
As he moved around the table to take his shot, their paths intersected, and a spark of electricity seemed to crackle between them. Their bodies brushed against each other, sending a shiver down MC's spine.
With a sly grin, the old sorcerer leaned in close, their breath mingling in the stale air of the room. He was smirking, he knew it was affecting them.
But the game called them back to reality, and with a gentle nudge, MC pushed Solomon away, giggling as they break the subtle charming spell that had momentarily ensnared them.
He lined up, but missed. It looked on purpose tho.
MC scoffs and with a deft stroke, they lined up their shot, sinking the black ball with ease. As the final ball vanished into the pocket, they shot a glance at Solomon, a playful glimmer dancing in their eyes.
Even though the game had ended, a potent tension lingered between them, thick as fog, weaving a spell of its own.
"Nice move, defying my skill like that," Solomon remarked, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Easy for you to say, you barely even noticed, you were concentrated elsewhere" they chuckle, setting aside their pool cue with a grin.
"Well, I had distractions," Solomon countered, his gaze wandering appreciatively over MC's form.
"Don't try to charm your way out of this, Solomon," MC teased, trailing a hand along his shoulder. "I know your tricks."
"You shouldn't worry about what I've done, focus on what I'm about to do to you right here on this table." Solomon suggested with a wicked grin, his hands sliding possessively over MC's hips.
Without hesitation, Solomon pressed MC against the table, their bodies flush against each other. His hands roamed eagerly, guiding them to sit atop the smooth surface. With a sharp breath, he captured their lower lip between his teeth, his hips moving in a tantalizing rhythm, creating a lewd friction between their bodies that made both pant against each other's lips.
With a snap of his fingers, soft jazz filled the room, masking their growing moans.
The night was young, and there was much yet to explore between them.
hii can i request 1/jealousy with any of the brothers of your choice and i dont mind if its nsfw or sfw <3
thank you and have a great day/night <3
Hii! I can't remember where I read that Lucifer sometimes compares himself with Barbatos, but it just hit me like lightning and I started writing.
Hope you enjoy the quick drabble with the prompt! 💙
Jealousy ༘⋆
Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚
MC found themselves spending an increasing amount of time with Barbatos, their affection toward each other evident in the shared smiles and lingering conversations. The human's presence in the demon castle seemed to outweigh their time spent at the House of Lamentation, much to Lucifer's growing anger.
Staying there observing them walking together, Barbatos exuding his customary gentlemanly charm while MC radiated their infectious sunshine personality, only fueled Lucifer's frustration. He grappled with conflicting emotions; as the embodiment of Pride, how could he possibly admit to feeling jealous of a mere mortal?
But today, he resolved to confront the situation. Intercepting MC in RAD’s corridor, he quickly joined them, shooting a meaningful look before bringing up the topic.
"You and Barbatos seem rather close lately," he remarked, his tone tinged with an edge.
"Yes," came MC's simple reply.
"Is that all you have to say?" Lucifer arched an eyebrow, halting their progress.
"We're working on something," MC shrugged, evading his scrutiny with averted eyes, silently pleading for a change of topic.
"And what, pray tell, might that be?" Lucifer pressed, his patience wearing thin.
"Something," MC deflected, determined to keep their secret under wraps.
"Are you two perhaps involved romantically?" Lucifer's attempt at nonchalance betrayed by the telltale twitch of his eyebrows, taking a long pause before MC finally responded.
"Well, that certainly took an unexpected turn," they chuckled, eyes widening in amusement. "Are you jealous?"
"I most certainly am not," Lucifer retorted, his irritation palpable. "Just answer the question and stop playing with me."
"Hmm... I'll leave that for you to discover," MC teased, shooting him a mischievous wink before sauntering off.
Little did Lucifer know, Barbatos was assisting MC in crafting a grand birthday cake for the pride avatar, their secret project intended as a surprise for his upcoming birthday celebration. With each passing day, Lucifer's impatience would only serve to heighten the anticipation of the impending reveal.
Oo! Oo! Drabble requests? Hhhh you already have a Barbatos request, but I'd love "Why won't you let me help you?" with him. If you're not feeling more Barb, though, maybe "Why are you wearing my skirt?" with Levi? No worries if neither of those work for you, and thank you for considering!
Heey!! Thank you for the request.💜 I hope you enjoy the quick drabble!
Remember guys, clothes doesn't define your gender/sexuality. Be free to be who you are. 💗
Why are you wearing my skirt? ♡︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ
Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚
📌 TW: Mentions of crossdressing.
It had been an incredibly stressful day. Lord Diavolo had tasked MC with assisting in the paperwork for the exchange program, keeping them at RAD until late. Hurriedly, they made their way to the House of Lamentation, desperately hoping to find solace in a warm bath. But as luck would have it, upon their arrival, they discovered an unexpected visitor in their room: an otaku, engrossed in trying out the human's outfits.
"Goodness gracious," MC exclaimed, their gaze fixed on Leviathan, who was adorned in thigh-high socks and a skirt. Upon closer inspection, it was unmistakably their clothing. "Why are you wearing my skirt?"
The demon gasped and squealed, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he met MC's gaze with flushed cheeks. "I... I was just curious," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You always look so good in it. I wanted to try it too."
"Wow..." MC stood transfixed, their breath catching in their throat as they admire the unexpected display before them. Time seemed to slow as they absorbed every detail, from the way Leviathan hesitantly donned their clothing to the flush that painted his cheeks with a delicate hue.
As Leviathan's self-consciousness enveloped him, his demeanor faltered, and his gaze descended to the floor in anticipation of MC's potential disapproval. "I know... I'm not pretty enough for this," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability, his tail betraying his inner turmoil with agitated sways. It was a moment of raw honesty, where his insecurities laid bare, seeking reassurance and acceptance from the one whose opinion mattered most.
"What?" MC stepped forward, their voice soft. "Of course you are, Levi. Your uniqueness, your authenticity—that's what makes you truly captivating. You are the most charming demon I know. You should try the blue one." With gentle sincerity, they reached out, their touch a tender affirmation of acceptance as they offered a comforting pat on his shoulder.
His eyes shimmered with a mixture of relief and gratitude, reflecting the warmth of MC's unwavering support. With renewed confidence, Leviathan exchanged the skirt for the one they suggested. As the fabric draped around him, a surge of excitement coursed through his veins, the notion of embracing such "feminine" attire awakening a thrilling sense of liberation and self-discovery. It was… Arousing.
"Yes, this one is perfect, Levi," MC declared, their eyes lingering on him admiringly. "You're such a pretty boy, dressed so perfectly for me."
With a gentle caress, MC's fingertips brushed against Leviathan's cheeks, their touch a delicate expression of affection and understanding. They sigh softly as their lips met in a tender kiss. Leviathan's heart fluttered with a mixture of surprise and longing, his blush deepening as he savored the warmth of their embrace.
May I request a #2 barbatos and mc? Also take care of yourself!
Heey! Thank you for the request 💚 Hope you like the quick drabble!
Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up 🍨
Barbatos is caught off guard when MC unexpectedly wakes him up in the dead of night with a surprising request.
"Barbatos…" The soft murmur was the first thing the demon heard before being jolted awake by a sudden weight on his chest, followed by a flurry of movement.
Before he could fully process what was happening, MC had thrown themselves on top of him, wrapping their arms around his waist in a tight hug and nuzzling against his neck with an eagerness that was both endearing and perplexing. Barbatos, still groggy from sleep and not fully awake for all this commotion, blinked in confusion.
"You know… I'm craving some sweets…" MC's voice was a mixture of playfulness and longing as they pouted, shaking his body gently to keep him alert. "Please make one of those hellish Parfaits for me…"
Barbatos let out a soft sigh, his voice low, raspy, and still heavy with sleep. "Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up,"he murmured, his brow furrowing slightly as he struggled to fully wake up.
The demon butler looked at MC for a long moment, trying to discern whether their request was a joke, but the excitement in their eyes told him otherwise. With a resigned sigh, he reached for his DDD to check the time, his eyes widening when he saw that it was 3 AM.
"MC, you shouldn't be awake at this late hour. Humans need their rest," Barbatos advised gently, concern lacing his words as he shifted to sit up in bed.
"Pretty please…" MC's voice was soft and pleading as they continued to nuzzle against his neck, their warmth seeping into his skin.
With a reluctant smile, Barbatos relented. "Alright, alright. But you must promise me that you won't be too loud. We wouldn't want to wake the young lord," he said, reaching for a warm robe and slipping it on before extending his hand to help MC up.
Taking his hand eagerly, MC nodded with excitement, their eyes shining with anticipation as they walked hand in hand through the dark corridors of the demon lord's castle, guided by the soft glow of torches lining the walls.
As they made their way to the kitchen, Barbatos couldn't help but feel a warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of MC's infectious enthusiasm. Despite the late hour and the impending task of preparing a devilishly decadent dessert, there was nowhere else he would rather be than by their side, indulging in their sweet cravings and savoring the moments of quiet intimacy that bound them together in the depths of the night.
So for the drabbles (I think that’s how you spell it) could you do 14 with a vampire mc? Like basically following the same thing as the vampire event but this time it only affects humans (specifically only mc) and they lock themselves in their room to not hurt anyone? You could do whoever you think would fit best but I can list my favourites to help you decide! Barbatos, Lucifer, Solomon, Simeon, Thirteen and Raphel<3 if possible I’d like it to be sfw since they’re my comfort characters. Sorry if it’s confusing, I’m ESL. I love your writing, have an amazing time zone! (I think Luke would be interesting in this scenario) -⭐️anon
Heey! Thank you for the request! Here's the drabble with the plot: A disease that only affects humans and turns them into temporary vampires. ( I hope I understood correctly (►__◄) )
Why won't you let me help you?⋆.˚
Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚
The disease struck without warning, turning ordinary humans that step in devildom into temporary vampires, craving blood and darkness. MC found themselves paralyzed with fear as they read the notice in RAD’s newspaper and horrified by the potential harm they could cause, they locked themselves away in their room, avoiding contact with anyone, especially the seven brothers they had grown close to.
As the days passed, MC's isolation deepened, almost in a depressing way. They missed the chaos and laughs the brothers gave them, their thoughts consumed by guilt and fear. The human couldn't bear the idea of hurting the ones they cared about, even unintentionally.
But this evening, a knock echoed through the silence of their room, followed by a familiar low, imposing voice.
"MC, open up. It's Lucifer," came the confident, almost arrogant voice of the demon who embodied pride itself.
Despite recognizing Lucifer's voice, MC hesitated. They couldn't bring themselves to face him, not when they feared their own newfound powers.
"Go away, Lucifer," MC called out, their voice trembling with apprehension. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
There was a scoff from the other side of the door, followed by a low chuckle. "Hurt me? You underestimate my abilities," Lucifer replied, his tone dripping with self-assurance. "I am Lucifer, the avatar of pride. Do you truly believe you could harm me? Just if I allow you to do so."
MC's heart pounded in their chest as they considered Lucifer's words. They knew he was one of the most powerful demons in devildom, but their fear was too great to risk it.
"I don't want to take that chance," MC confessed, their voice barely above a whisper. "Please, just leave me alone."
There was a moment of silence before Lucifer spoke again, his tone softer, almost gentle. "Why won't you let me help you? Hiding away won't make it pass. You're stronger than you realize, and you have friends who care about you. Everybody is concerned"
Tears welled up in MC's eyes as they listened to Lucifer's words. Despite his cocky demeanor, there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice, one that he only showed when around them.
Slowly, hesitantly, MC unlocked the door, revealing Lucifer standing before them with a knowing smile.
As Lucifer stepped into the room, his presence seemed to fill the space with an aura of confidence and reassurance. With a flick of his wrist, he closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the silence.
"MC, there's no need to be afraid," Lucifer said, his voice soft but commanding. "I'm here to help." The eldest looks around, noticing how dark the room was.
MC's heart fluttered nervously as they watched Lucifer approach, their instincts screaming at them to flee.
"I... I don't know if I can control it," MC admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. "What if I hurt you?"
Lucifer's smile was reassuring as he reached out, gently placing a hand on MC's shoulder. "Trust me, darling. I've faced far worse than a temporary vampire."
With a poised determination, Lucifer tilts his head back, exposing the smooth expanse of his neck. "Here," his voice, a low murmur, invites MC, his offering laden with an underlying allure. "Take what you need. Just a small taste to soothe your hunger."
MC hesitates, caught in a tempest of conflicting desires. Yet, the relentless ache of hunger propels them forward, and the sight of Lucifer's skin proves too enticing to resist.
Their eyelids flutter closed, and leaning in, MC's fangs brush against the supple skin of Lucifer's neck. A teasing lick against his Adam’s apple elicits a shiver from Lucifer, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
Bold human…
A tremor courses through them as the warmth of Lucifer's blood meets their lips, its flavor boiling temptation and desire. A soft hiss escapes Lucifer's lips, his fingers instinctively finding purchase on MC's waist, drawing them closer into an embrace.
In that fleeting moment of intimacy, the hunger subsides, replaced by a tranquil sense of fulfillment. As they reluctantly part, their eyes lock with Lucifer's, a silent exchange of gratitude and understanding lingering in the charged atmosphere.
"Thank you, Luci..." MC whispered while breathing heavily, their voice filled with emotions.
Lucifer's smile deepens, a glimmer of pride dancing in his eyes. "You're stronger than you realize, MC. And remember, I'll always be here to offer support... or a drop of blood, should you require it. This will pass. Would you like me to stay with you?"
With a newfound sense of assurance blooming within, MC nods, reassured by the knowledge that they no longer face their struggles alone. "Please," they murmur softly.
Throughout the evening, they find solace in each other's presence, cuddling on the bed. As exhaustion finally claims MC's consciousness, they drift into a peaceful slumber, cradled in Lucifer's strong arms.
Once they're asleep, the avatar of pride reaches for his phone, capturing a tender moment with a click. With a gentle smile, he sends the image to the group chat with his brothers, accompanied by the words, "They're doing just fine."
TW 📌: "Satanic" rituals, abuse, explicit language, pornographic content, mentions of sexual abuse, hateful language directed at religious groups, blasphemy, corruption kink, demons being demons, unprotected sex, creampie, gay sex, MC is the bottom, MC trusts him to consume a piece of their soul.
MC is AMAB, I use they/them pronouns to refer to them because that's the way I feel comfortable in describing the character. They are called "boy, young man, son" and so.
If you are uncomfortable with any of the warnings, please, do not read.
Sumary:
After the former priest was removed due to accusations of sexual abuse, the authority place had to be filled by someone else and Lucifer, who owed a favor to his friend Simeon, took the spot, ministering that Saturday to fulfill his obligation.
He ends up finding a new motivation when he encounters MC, who is in conflict with themselves about their dark thoughts. Their desires and duty are fighting to see who would take the young human and the demon would like to help, with a price.
The sound of the chapel's heavy doors echoed, interrupting the stillness of the afternoon, as the man dressed entirely in black entered, moving with determination and agility, casting furtive glances around to ensure he was not being followed. His long, purposeful steps led him until he stopped in front of a cowering, sobbing, fearful figure.
The young human was kneeling before the bench, hands clasped in prayer, tears flowing freely.
"Why are you crying, son?" The newcomer's hoarse voice cuts through the silence, his imposing red eyes penetrating deep into the boy's soul.
They were startled, interrupting their prayer to look at the one who was getting in the way of their sacred moment.
"Forgive me, sir." They bowed gently, voice trembling.
The elder gentleman stood majestically, dressed in the attire befitting his vocation, exuding an aura of divine elegance.
With a subtle clearing of the throat, they signaled their intention to speak further. “I believe you are the new priest responsible for our humble chapel this saturday. I am your assistant, aspiring priest, a... Deacon.” The human struggle with their words.
"It's nice to meet you, MC." The older man's husky voice delivered a playful tone.
"How do you know my name? I haven't introduced myself yet," MC replied, somewhat intrigued.
"Do not worry. I know everything," the man replied, his enigmatic smile seeming to widen even further. "My name is Lucifer." He took a few steps towards MC, his confident posture and penetrating gaze causing slight discomfort.
A frightening shiver ran down MC's spine, but they forced themselves to maintain composure, standing up and trying to appear receptive, although the nervousness was still evident.
"That's a pretty unusual name for a priest," MC commented, their voice a little shaky as the younger one tried to hide the fear that was beginning to settle inside.
"Do not be scared. I will only stay here while the other priest is being investigated for the rape of the young people in this chapel.”
The mention of the accusation made the boy take a step back, feeling their stomach twist with tension.
"Oh... yes."
"Did he touch you?", Lucifer asked, taking a step forward and reaching for MC's chin, forcing them to maintain eye contact, his imposing presence dominating the surrounding space.
"No, sir. Father Kahleus has always been very kind to me," MC responded quickly, feeling uncomfortable with the unexpected physical contact.
"Humans are so hypocritical, don't you think?", Lucifer continued, his voice filled with cynicism, as he watched MC's reaction with interest.
MC gave a nervous laugh, confused by the direction the conversation was going. "Humans...?", he began, before being interrupted by the tall demon.
"Please, refrain yourself from acting like you don't understand," Lucifer said, his gaze making them uneasy.
Swallowing hard, they turned away from Lucifer, looking down at the ground for a moment before taking a deep breath and gathering the courage to respond.
"Sir, we shouldn't make that kind of analogy in a sacred place like this. Would you like to accompany me, so I can show you your private room next to the tabernacle?"
"Show me the way," Lucifer replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes, watching as MC chose to ignore the reality unfolding before them.
— *
Once inside the room, MC presented all the important documents, financial notes and accessories for the masses that would begin the next day.
"Do you have any questions, sir?" The human asked, briefly meeting Lucifer's gaze before looking away again, feeling uncomfortable under the intensity of those piercing eyes.
"Why were you crying earlier?", Lucifer asked suddenly, breaking the brief silence that hung in the room.
A shiver ran down MC's spine before he could respond. "Father Kahleus was never like that. I feel like the devil tempted him," MC confessed, voice thick with worry and confusion.
Lucifer held back an ironic laugh and sighed, shaking his head. "Are you that naive? People are bad and blaming the devil doesn't make them better," he replied with disarming directness.
"Don't you understand? We have oaths. We all do, and I'm sure you did too," MC insisted, struggling to comprehend the complexity of the situation.
"Many centuries ago, when my wings were still white as snow and my mind corrupted by the ideals of a cowardly creator," Lucifer murmured, a trace of melancholy passing through his eyes.
MC sighed, feeling scared and confused, taking a step back and inadvertently bumping into the coffee table.
"Don't be scared, but I must admit that the more time we spend together, the hungrier I get," Lucifer said, voice filled with a strange sadistic energy, he enjoyed watching his prey connecting the dots and becoming alarmed.
"You... You did this to him?", MC asked, voice cracking at the terrifying possibility.
“Ah… Now you have become aware of who I really am.” He smiled slightly and concentrated for a moment, making his demonic form apparent. “No, I didn’t do anything.”
MC tried to scream, but before they could make any sound, their mouth was immediately silenced by Lucifer's firm, gloved touch, which covered their lips with firm pressure. The demon's gaze conveyed a silent warning, a contained threat that echoed beyond the simple physical gesture.
The air around them felt heavy, thick with palpable tension between the two, as MC fought the panic that threatened to wash over. The young human’s eyes widened in despair, but the words were suffocated before they could even come out.
“Let's not make a fuss, okay? You're safer with me than you were with that creep. Unlike him, I know how to keep my dick in my pants instead of molesting innocent young boys and girls.”
MC's eyes widened at Lucifer's explicit language, feeling uncomfortable with the description and lack of shame.
Stopping for a moment, Lucifer was truly stunning, almost mesmerizing, and he was so close already... It made the human's heart race.
The demon sighed and removed his hand from the boy's mouth, looking around before moving away, breaking the physical contact that had left MC so tense.
“You don’t look very old, how old are you? Why are you so naive?”
“I’m 23 and not a child to be naive.” MC hisses a little offended “I’m aware of what happened, but I can’t believe he would do such a thing.”
“Then you are just stupid, young man," He says agressively before changing the subject. "Well, I believe your work is finished for today. I'll see you at mass tomorrow", Lucifer declared, his voice filled with indifference, as if the previous meeting had never happened.
"Why...", MC started to ask, before being interrupted by Lucifer.
"Why, you say? I'm just following orders, nothing more," Lucifer explained as he settled into the office chair, crossing his long legs with an air of nonchalance. "Please leave. You're making me agitated with all this excitement between your legs."
Lucifer's final remark made MC feel heat flush their cheeks. “I’m not excited!” They complained.
“I can see your erection from here.” The demon states dismissively, opening one of the reports to analyze.
MC quickly walked away and left the room without saying another word, feeling embarrassed. The encounter with Lucifer left them shaken and confused, questioning how all this could happen in such a sacred environment.
Why didn't the demon attack him or do terrible things to them? These questions echoed in their mind as the panicked figure hurriedly walked to the quarters.
Once there, MC threw themselves on the floor and closed their eyes, trying to banish the disturbing thoughts. The human wondered if it was all just a nightmare or a bad joke, but the firm feeling of Lucifer's hand still hovered over their skin, making them feel indecently warm.
"I wonder if he's really going to minister tomorrow…", MC muttered to themselves, voice filled with uncertainty and apprehension.
They feared what the next day might bring.
—*
The other day, in the morning as promised, MC entered the private room before mass to organize all the accessories, but was surprised to find Lucifer dressed for the celebration, his attire highlighting his magnetic beauty even more. So handsome... So tempting.
"What...?", MC began, their shaky voice reflecting the confusion at seeing the demon there.
Lucifer turned and sighed, recognizing the human's presence. "You again…", he murmured.
"I'm your assistant. I-I mean... I'm the substitute priest's assistant!", MC hurried to explain, reeling in their own troubled thoughts as they watched the demon button his shirt and put on his chasuble with a disconcerting naturalness.
"So nervous early on. This way you won't make it through the rest of the day," Lucifer teased, approaching the young man with an intimidating presence. "Can we go or are you going to keep devouring me with your eyes? I thought you had a vow of chastity to keep."
MC stepped back looking away to avoid the temptations Lucifer offered. "We may proceed. The faithful are arriving," they replied quickly, trying to maintain the composure.
—*
It was truly surprising to watch Lucifer lead the mass. He delivered speeches and read bible verses as if had memorized them in his mind centuries ago. Well, in a way, he actually had them. After all, he was once an angel before becoming that.... Thing.
MC found themselves staring at him as he continued with the ministration, unable to look away. Lucifer's beauty was mesmerizing, every movement elegant, every word spoken with authority. Even though they knew who he really was, MC couldn't help but admire, getting lost in the details of his sculpted body and magnetic aura.
They tried to push away the conflicting thoughts, focusing on the church service that was taking place in front of them. But despite the efforts, the demon's presence continued to exert an undeniable fascination over them.
After concluding the morning mass, they both retreated to the private room once more, where Lucifer intended to change.
"And with that, I'm free from this stupidity," Lucifer remarked with disdain.
"But there's still Sunday mass," the other replied.
"I couldn't care less. Saturday was my agreement, and I've fulfilled my part," Lucifer retorted coldly.
"Please, I don't know how I'll find another priest!" they pleaded, their voice tinged with desperation before clearing their throat. "Not that you're truly a priest, but..."
"Perhaps I could assist... for a price," Lucifer interjected.
The human sighed disapprovingly. "And what do you want, demon?"
"Fear not, nothing of a carnal nature unless that's what you desire. Just a small sampling of your soul. It won't be painful..." Lucifer's voice dripped with mockery, knowing full well it would inflict torment.
"Okay... but..." They fidgeted nervously. "What if I desire... to explore something more?"
The young man struggled to articulate their thoughts, aware that the words might inadvertently reveal the weight of something deeply personal. Despite the embarrassment that lingered, they saw this moment as an opportunity to confront a long-standing question that had lingered since their teenage years: exploring intimacy with someone of the same sex.
"More...? Pray, enlighten me," Lucifer responded, already aware of the human's desires but relishing in their embarrassment nonetheless.
"What if I desire... to be intimate with you?" they whispered, their cheeks flushing crimson.
"Ah, you are a naughty one," Lucifer chuckled, crossing his arms. "Very well, then. You've piqued my interest enough to indulge your curiosity."
Lucifer drew nearer, enveloping them in his embrace, arms around their waist, and swiftly initiated a fervent kiss, his tongue forcing the other to yield while they squirm, their kisses growing sloppy.
"Ngh..." the human moaned softly.
"Hush," Lucifer whispered, pulling them closer until their backs met the desk, eliciting a startled squeak. "We wouldn't want anyone overhearing, would we?"
The boy felt his heart thundering as they attempted to match Lucifer's fervor, but this was, indeed, their first kiss. Delicate hands roamed frantically over the demon's back, grasping at his clothes, while their legs trembled, on the verge of collapsing.
Observing the human's struggle, the avatar of pride seized their waist and gently positioned them on the table, slipping his hands beneath the fabric of the shirt to caress the delicate skin underneath.
The young assistant was already swept up in excitement, their cheeks ablaze as they breathed heavily. Their eyes darkened with lust, body craving more with every heartbeat. There was a slight twitching inside their pants and Lucifer noticed right away, brushing his long finger on top of it.
Lucifer leaned in closer, their lips grazing the human's ear as they whispered in a low, sultry tone, "You're quite eager, aren't you?"
They shivered at the sensation, their whole body tingling with anticipation. "I... I want..." stuttered the assistant, their voice barely a whisper as desire flooded their senses.
With a smirk, the demon gently lifted their chin, his gaze locking with the assistant's as he whispered, "Tell me exactly what you want."
Swallowing hard, their heart race in their chest. "I want... I want to feel you," they confessed, voice trembling with a mix of nerves and longing.
A predatory gleam sparked in Lucifer's eyes as he leaned in, capturing the assistant's lips in a searing kiss. They melted into each other again, the heat of their desire igniting a flame that consumed them both.
The demon quickly starts undressing, taking off his clothes and tossing around before doing the same with them, until they are only with their underwear.
Feeling both exposed and exhilarated, the human experienced a rush of courage as they reached out, their finger tracing along Lucifer's firm chest and abdomen. His physique wasn't overly sculpted, but it was undeniably defined in a way that stirred desire within them. It was fucking sexy.
Biting their lip, they chastised themselves for entertaining such thoughts about him. Yet, with every movement, their mind spun with vivid imaginings of what lay beneath his clothing, igniting a wild frenzy of desire that threatened to consume them completely.
“Now let's begin…” Lucifer cast a spell, conjuring a bright red light that momentarily dazzled the priest assistant. As their vision cleared, they blinked in surprise to find Lucifer holding a bottle of lube in his hand.
MC's cheeks flushed crimson with a mixture of arousal and astonishment. "What... what did you just do?" they stammered, their voice betraying a blend of curiosity and anticipation.
“I just got something to assist you.” He spreads some of the liquid on his hand and comes closer, sliding their underwear down. “Now, be a good boy and spread your legs for me.”
As they opened their legs, Lucifer adjusts himself in between, sliding the underwear off his body, making the hardened shaft plop against his abs.
The human widened their eyes, admiring how thick and perfect it looked. It was way better than they could ever imagine. Taking a deep breath to steady themselves for what would come next, they fix their gaze on Lucifer as he spread the lube over himself with deliberate care.
Anticipation coiled in the air between them as he stepped closer, now caressing their thighs.
“Hold into me and enjoy your ride.” His low voice echos into their mind.
As Lucifer aligned himself and pushed into their entrance, MC gave a sharp intake of breath, instinctively clinging to the demon as a wave of intense pain surged through them. Tears welled in their eyes, and a soft sob escaped their lips, the sensation overwhelming and unexpected.
"Oh, do not cry," Lucifer murmured with a smirk, his voice a blend of amusement and a hint of something more complex. Despite his earlier taunt, there was a surprising gentleness in his actions as he continued to push himself deeper,the movements careful and deliberate, attuned to the human's sensations.“I almost feel pity of you.”
As the older man's hips pressed against theirs, the human's moans and pants grew louder, caught in a mix of pain and pleasure unlike anything they had ever experienced before.
With each thrust, MC's member pulsed with desire, coating their belly with slick pre-cum, a testament to the overwhelming arousal that coursed through them both.
"L-Lucifer... I..."
“Already?” Lucifer teases, moving faster and pushing forcefully inside them.
They didn’t answer, only digging their nails into Lucifer’s back, nodding while moaning desperately.
Seeing the opportunity, the demon smiles sadistically and turns into his demon form, dark wings spread, growling like a wild animal. His tone was demonic, it had something almost disturbing in it.
Without a word, he sinks his fangs into the boy's shoulder, the sudden surge of pain and pleasure caused the boy to gasp and squirm uncontrollably, their body convulsing with ecstasy as they release their load, splattering a mess across both of them in a wild climax of desire and darkness.
As Lucifer indulged in consuming the ecstatic piece of soul, relishing its delectable taste, he exercised restraint, ensuring not to take too much.
It was a corruption that came so natural, so enticing, it only fueled his insatiable hunger further. With each taste, he felt himself sinking deeper into them, reveling in the delicious sensation of it all.
He couldn’t hold himself anymore.
He grips into their hips, his nails digging into their skin as he thrust himself deeper with a primal ferocity, ignoring the human's pleas for respite as they get overstimulated, he moved with an unrestrained urgency, becoming increasingly feral as he relentlessly massaged their prostate with his tip.
With a primal roar of release, the avatar of pride surrendered to the overwhelming intensity, emptying his pent-up load deep inside them. Groaning and trembling from the sheer magnitude of the moment, he gasped desperately, seeking solace in the warmth of the human's neck as he nuzzled against it. That was the most vulnerable moment of Lucifer, the afterglow.
Holding their body tightly, Lucifer ensured they couldn't escape from his corruption, his embrace a mixture of possessiveness and longing, binding them together in the aftermath of their shared descent into darkness. "Hells..." he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. He threatens backing away but gets pulled back into the embrace.
"Please... Don't go yet," the human pleaded, their breath still coming in ragged pants as they hugged him back.
"Listen... I'm just here because I was in debt with a friend of mine, so I had to hold a stupid mass, now that I'm done with it, I will go back to Devildom. I'm just catching my breath," Lucifer explained matter-of-factly.
"Oh... So I'm not going to see you again?" There was a slight hint of sadness in their tone.
"What? Are you switching sides now? Want me to take you to hell with me?" Lucifer smirked, nuzzling against the MC's neck once more, inhaling their sweet scent mingled with salty sweat.
"No! Of course not. How could I...?" they replied, their tone falsely offended.
"Don't deny me like we didn't just... you know, fucked" Lucifer teased, his smirk widening as the human blushed and caressed the back of his neck.
“D-Don’t say such a thing.”
"Since you are so inspired… Maybe I could indulge you in a second round, but I don't think your human body will handle me again," Lucifer suggested, his voice laced with amusement.
"Please... Again," they whispered eagerly, desire evident in their eyes.
"Guess I will visit you more, human," Lucifer agreed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
With smiles exchanged between them, they resumed their passionate embrace, forgetting the world outside the private room as they risked getting caught in the most sinful act they could ever do.
Ok, this took me too long... I really really really hope you guys liked it.
＞﹏＜ AO3 version
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