The brothers sent you to take care of the drunk trio...it is not what you expect..
Raph: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Luci?
Luci: Simeon, easily.
Sim, laughing: What the fuck, Lucifer
Luci: Well, Mc would be too easy. They’d probably be into it.
Mc, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?
It's canon that these three a booze hounds...and we are the sacrificial lamb to bring em back home-
• summary : "It's Valentine's day in Devildom! And after learning what the human's festivity was about they decided to each make a something special for their loved human. . ."
• tags : fluff , gender neutral MC , no gender implied for MC , Long ass paragraphs , kissing , making out (?) , not proof read cuz we die like Lillith (¬_¬")
• a/n : Raphael part is the longest lol, 2k words for a hc is wild but sure... AND DON'T WORRY because even the others two are 1k+ !! no yall are not gonna starve dw. . . Hope you'll like it ♡
Raphael
He didn't plan on doing anything for Valentine, he wanted it just to pass like any other day… So why were three expensive gifts sitting on his bed… Why was he staring at his hair and clothes, trying to find anything wrong with them so obsessively…? What have you done to him, human?
He stared at himself in the mirror, realisation of what he is doing slowly setting in, he then sighed, admitting defeat and turning back to his bed, looking down at the bags: They were all small things, a ring you mentioned wanting to Thirteen and he just happened to overhear it, a rare gem which reminded you of him and a bag full of products you use on a daily basis: Lotions, shampoo, body wash etc.
He decided to give you something you used frequently, something you wished for, and something that reminded him of you. His real gift would be the gem but he is not sure if you will appreciate it so he went with more gifts cause it meant that at least you would have liked something and it wouldn't have been a complete waste. He quickly grabbed the bags and left the Purgatory Hall, walking to the part near the HoL where you both agreed to meet. He arrived 10 minutes early and he sat down on one of the benches, waiting nervously for your arrival despite masking the nervousness perfectly by his usual emotionless expression.
When you finally arrived he looked up at your cheerful face and his eyes lightened up as an almost unnoticeable smile appeared on his lips:"Good to see you, thank you for coming" His tone was low like usual — not letting you hear the nervousness in his tone. You smiled back:"Hey! No problem, I was looking forward to hang out alone with you" Your soft smile made his lips curl slightly into a micro smile that you managed to notice, making you giggle in excitement — it was something rare seeing Raphael smile that much after all. He nodded and gestured to the bench with the bags:"I don't want to steal you too much time so I'll just give you these" He handed you the bags but you were quick to speak up:"If you're free we can hang out, I already cleared my plans for the rest of the day so we could hang out here and then go have dinner downtown" His eyes widened as a faint blush appeared and he nodded:"Sure, I'd enjoy having a good time with you alone" He placed emphasis on the word alone, needing for you to know that he did not enjoy when the brothers or anyone else was around, bothering your time alone.
You decided not to open the gifts and he simply nodded, not quite understanding why but not minding it that much. You both hung out at the park and stayed silent for a long time, just enjoying the quiet place and looking at the nature and sky of the Devildom:"So, how do you feel now about the Devildom?" You suddenly asked, not looking at Raphael but keeping your eyes on the beautiful and dark sky. At the random question he looked at you firstly with confusion but he then shrugged it off and replied quietly:"At first I wasn't so happy about coming here, I wished for the year to finish as soon as possible, and I must admit that your initial behaviour wasn't really helping either — you mentally cringe at the mention of that, you remember it was quite awkward and embarrassing interacting with him at first but you quickly understood his personality so at least it didn't last too long — But as day passed I found myself actually enjoying my time here… And I think a big part is thanks to you" His tone shifted to something warm and sweet but still low as he spoke the last part, his eyes were focused on you while you stared up at the sky but as you looked down back at him he quickly looked away, trying to look like he was doing nothing.
"I did nothing though" Your confused expression made an almost invisible smile appear on his lips as the light in his eyes warms up:"You might not see it but you really did help me warm up and understand better the others… Even though sometimes your methods were pretty weird…" He chuckled, remembering your failed attempts of making him smile that only ended up with you pouting at him. Your cheeks grew hot as you nudged his shoulder:"Aw cmon! No need to remind me that!!" You protested embarrassed and he just chuckled again:"As you wish, I mustn't bring up your peculiar methods of the past ever again then" He replied and… it almost sounded sarcastic…? "Are you being sarcastic!?" You stare at him with wide eyes and he chuckled again:"Well, I'm not a statue now am I? I can also crack jokes every now and then" His whole behaviour and aura completely shifted. From his usual sharpness and coldness he was now warmer and almost as if he let his guard down…?
Your cheeks turn red at the thought of him letting his guard down around you and even warming up this much but you quickly shook your head and looked at the time, trying desperately to take your mind off that. 7pm, perfect! You got up with a big smile and took his hand:"It's dinner time, how about we go downtown and get something to eat?? I'll cover it don't worry" You grabbed the bags of gifts and when he nodded you walked away from the quiet park with him. Your hands still entangled and none of you even dared to pull away.
You both reached a new restaurant that serves all realms' food kinds. You were about to walk past it when Raphael suddenly stopped and looked at it:"Do you wanna try it? I've actually never went here so I don't know how it tastes like" You stood next to him, not really minding where you both would eat. He nodded:"If it's okay with you I would enjoy trying this one" He looked down at you and when you nodded he walked in, still holding your hand firmly. "WELCOME MY DEARS!! PLEASE TAKE A—" The waiter was pretty loud, making Raphael turn around, bothered by the loud noise, making the loud man stop mid sentence, his eyes almost popping out of his skull as he looked at both you and Raphael as if you two were a special species:"OH DEAR DIAVOLO! LOOK WHO WE HAVE HERE! A REAL HUMAN AND AN ANGEL!! DID YOU TWO GOT LOST? BECAUSE LAST TIME I CHECKED THIS IS THE DEVILDOM" He let out a big warm laugh, patting Raphael's back, Raphael though didn't laugh nor smile, he looked quite irritated by the joke and loud voice but didn't give voice to his thoughts. Seeing him struggle made you immediately step forward and look at the big demon:"We would like a table for two if it's not a problem" Your soft tone made the man smile and nod, bringing you both to your table while still cracking unfunny jokes with a horrible loud tone.
"WELL, HOPE YOU'LL HAVE A WONDERFUL NIGHT! AND PLEASE CHECK OUT OUR NEW VALENTINE'S MENU TOO! IT'S A SPECIAL MENU THAT IS ONLY FOR COUPLES!" He added while handing you both the menus and leaving:"Damn… An angel and a human fucking… that's new" You both heard him mutter under his breath while leaving. Your whole face flushed red as you chuckled in awkwardness:"Oh dear…" You mumbled in desperation:"Looks like he has a hard time keeping his voice down even when he should" Raphael commented casually, making you laugh softly at the joke. When he noticed you laughing he smiled gently but quickly hid his face with the menu when you opened back your eyes.
After some time of looking at the menu and discussing with each other about the foods you both agreed on taking Celestial Realm and Human world typical foods. Just to eat something that felt more like home and that would bring some comfort — since, despite living down here for years at this point, you were still a human and still found comfort on your own kind and your own foods (especially foods that don't kill you when you taste them) And it's probably the same reason why Raphael chose his own Realm's food. The dinner felt more like a moment of comfort rather than a new adventure… it was more a moment of peace where you both would find comfort on each other without needing to try new things and get adventurous like Diavolo always makes yall — and you can't deny how nice it felt for once not needing to try new things but just being able to cling to your usual, or loved…
You ordered your food and while waiting you both started to talk about things in general — no specific topic, just people at RAD, what was like being in the student council, what was like having videos about you and students thirsting over you, about how annoying some students are and how much you both wanted to go home sometimes. In fact there are times when everything suddenly gets too much, everything gets loud, irritating and bothering. Something you both agreed on. The Devildom was a loud and chaotic place — Just like its royalty… — and it was hard dealing with it at times:"I've never felt this relaxed since I came down here, you really feel the same as I do on many things… We should do this more often!" You looked at him with a soft smile and excitement written in your eyes. He simply looked at you and tilted his head to the side in confusion, just like a cat, making you chuckle:"Well, I've been here for years and thankfully I haven't lost my mind yet and it's all thanks to Solomon! We both have a weekend all alone where we either stay alone just us humans or we sometimes go back to the human realm too! It's really relaxing and I love it, it brings me peace and strength to then go and survive another month down here — you chuckled before looking back at his eyes — so how about a day of the week or even a weekend every month we plan to go and disappear so we can hang out together and relax after all the chaos that goes on down here?" Your proposal was very tempting to him, making his eyes go wide as he stared at you in disbelief. After a couple of minutes he snapped back to reality:"Well, I would still like to inform Luke and Simeon about where I go and when I'll be back at least, I don't want them to get worried" He mumbled, not wanting to completely shut down your offer but neither wanting to make Luke nor Simeon worried. After hearing his mumbling you giggled, finding his words adorable:"Looks like you really do care about the two of them don't you? And sure you can tell them, it's no problem for me!" You smiled and after hearing your words he nodded:"Then I guess I have nothing against your proposal" He finally stated, making you giggle:"That's amazing!"
Food arrived no longer after and you both ate quietly, trying to enjoy each other's company despite it being very difficult with all the noises coming from nearby tables. Fast forward to the dessert you were both satisfied with your dinner when you suddenly looking in your bag (both leather or canvas are fine) and pulled out a box before you placed it next to Raphael's plate:"This is for you, Happy Valentine's day Raphael" Your tone was soft and sweet as he looked down at the box in disbelief… You got him something!? His cheeks reddened as he looked up at you and with a gentle smile he nodded:"Thank you" He mumbled as he opened the box — careful not to ruin it — Inside of it there was a beautiful necklace with a Aquamarine a beautiful and light blue gem that can only be extracted in the human world, pending down with a gold and thin necklace… It was beautiful in his eyes, he stared at it as if it was the best thing he has ever seen:"It's a Aquamarine, I wanted to go with a colour that reminds me of you but there are no pastel light blue nor light grey gems you know — you chuckled nervously — but in the end I just chose my favourite gem, which kinda matches you I think… mainly hope" You whispered the last part so that he couldn't hear it but he did, his eyes looked back at you, meeting your own as a sweet and genuine smile appeared on his lips:"Thank you, I really like it" He said before putting it on and holding the gem on his hand carefully. You sighed in relief:"I'm really glad—" "Why don't you open yours?" He asked curiously, still holding the pendant almost like it was a lucky charm:"Oh well, I wanted to enjoy my evening with you firstly but I think now could be time to…" You smiled and started to open the first bag: A beautiful ring you mentioned wanting once, a soft gasp escaped from your lips as you almost exploded from excitement while trying it on:"It's gorgeous… You didn't have to I-I" You were at a loss of words but as you looked up at him he simply smiled back, staying completely quiet. The second bag had your favourite products which all together were pretty expensive:"I really like them, they smell very nice and I think they make your skin extra soft" He commented quietly while his cheeks grew hotter and hotter with every passing second. You giggled, your own cheeks turning more red than before as you looked up at him:"Well, I also really like your shampoo, I love coconut" You complimented him back and he looked away while clearing his throat. You noticed his flustered face and simply decided to open the last gift.
A beautiful gem. You stared at it as you held it carefully in your hands, scanning every detail of it while Raphael slowly turned back to look at you:"Oh yeah that one is just a gem that I really liked and kinda reminded me of you" The explanation made you giggle:"So we both thought about gems that reminded us of the other as a gift? We synced by accident — this is hilarious" Your giggles turned into a low laugh as he also chuckled softly:"Well, just so you know, I love this gem, it's beautiful" You smiled softly, making his chest warm up and making him sigh in relief: All the nervousness for the possibility of you not liking the gemstone was long gone.
And so you then enjoyed the rest of the evening before going home. Nobody mentioned your little date the next day but you both started to spend more time together from then on.
…
"Oh he gave you that gemstone? He must really like you then, I am happy for you" Simeon's calm voice made your whole face flush red:"What do you mean?! He just said it was a simple gem that reminded him of me… it's not that deep" You mumbled embarrassed but Simeon shook his head with a soft smile:"He probably didn't tell you but that gemstone is now almost impossible to find. He found it way back before the War when the brothers fell and after it that kind of gem became almost impossible to find. When talking to Micheal, trying to find a use to it Micheal told him to give it to someone he really loved. And so he always kept it with him, he didn't even let Luke hold it… So him giving it to you? It means something big" Simeon's explanation made you freeze completely before turning completely red and turning around to hide your face. Simeon laughed at your reaction:"Well, you now know the truth… Good luck!" He cheerfully said before leaving for his next class. His words were barely audible as all you could hear was your fast heartbeat in your ears and throat.
Thirteen
You're both sitting at the edge of a large lake in an underground cave, there are lots of minerals and rocks which were shining with the most ethereal colours your little human's mind could picture. The sight was really something beautiful and unforgettable… You were both silent as you stared at the place in awe. Your mouth hung open as you took in the ethereal sight:"Close that mouth before you catch a fly" She sarcastically remarked, looking at you with a soft smile. She just couldn't help but tease you when you were this adorable, in awe at the sight of the cave… you really were cute. Your cheeks turned red as you snapped back to reality, you shook your head and looked back at her:"My bad I'm sorry… It's just that this is the first time I see with my own eyes such beautiful sight… It kinda reminds me of you" You mumbled the last part, making Thirteen raise an eyebrow in interest. With a smirk she scooted closer to you and leaned on your shoulder as you just let her do it:"And what do you mean by that??"
"Well, probably the unique colours of your hair that kinda match the colours of these minerals or perhaps the beautiful sight… that kinda— uhm" You suddenly realise what you were saying and a wave of embarrassment hit you. When she heard you stammer she chuckled, finding it even more cute of you:"What? I see no cats here so I doubt the cat got your tongue… or perhaps someone is embarrassed?" She teased, watching carefully as your cheeks became even more red and you looked away clearing your throat:"This sight is one of the best things I've ever laid my eyes on, and you are too" You finally blurted out and at the sudden compliment Thirteen sat up straight, looking at you in disbelief as her cheeks blushed slightly:"O-Oh… Omd I can't believe you really said it" She giggled and took your hand:"Well, you're also the most beautiful sight I've ever laid eyes on" She tried to play it off with another tease but you could see how happy she was for your compliment. You chuckled and held her hand firmly.
"So what is this cave for? It looks important if it was this difficult to reach" You commented, not wanting to remember the hard process to get here… "I literally carried you — she looked at you in confusion, not seeing where you had struggled since she swooped you in her arms and carried you over here all by herself and even without a complain — But anyways, this is the cave where new reapers appear, usually at the start of winter so don't worry nobody will suddenly appear here and ruin our date" She winked at you and you freaked out as your face grew hotter:"WHAT DATE!?" "Isn't Valentine's day today? So it makes this a date! Or do you not want it to be?" She asked with a smirk but she was actually internally praying for you not to reject the date idea. And looks like luck is by her side today since you simply looked away with a scoff and mumbled:"Yeah i guess it makes sense" While still holding her hand as your cheeks started to feel warm.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked back at you with a big smile before turning around and shuffling through her canvas bag. You looked at her focused face while she was looking for something, when she finally found it she turned back to you and handed you a beautiful candle, it didn't take you long to realise what that candle was and when you did your jaw dropped but before you had the chance to speak she cut you off:"Yeah it's to make your life longer, don't ask how I did it, I just want you by my side a little longer, you know, humans have pretty short lives and I want yours to be a little longer… but don't tell anyone about this, especially Barbatos, he'll give me troubles for going against the Grim Reaper's code" Her tone is now nervous as you realised how she basically did something against her own code…
Your eyes widened as worry washed over you, your hands grabbed her shoulders as you gently shook her:"Are you insane!? What if you get in trouble!? That's not safe!" You started to freak out and at the sight of your worried face she chuckled and looked at you with eyes full of deep love:"Well, I would do anything just to have you here with me a little longer — her hands rested on yours as a nostalgic smile grew on her lips — you're always with those demons and I rarely get a moment with you so it's not like in your short human life we'll spend much time together… I'm sure that as long as this secret stays between the two of us we're good" You gulped, nodding before looking away:"I'm just worried of what could happen to you…" "I know you are, but trust me, I've got this" She smiled before kissing the tip of your nose, making the blush reappear on your cheeks:"Can I kiss you?" She then whispered and as soon as you nodded her lips crashed onto yours, starting a gentle and passionate kiss that quickly heated up.
Your lips moved against hers as she cupped your cheeks, squeezing them teasingly, making you giggle softly. Her hands then moved down to your hips, pulling you against her as your hands wrapped around her neck. When you both pulled away to breathe she smirked and started to shower you with kisses, making you giggle:"You're so cute" She whispered while still showering your face with kisses and biting gently your cheeks.
And so the rest of the date was spent down there in that beautiful and quiet cave where you two fucked around and had fun together.
Mephistopheles
His whole face became bright red as he listened to the lesson about Valentine's day, all he could think of was you while the teacher described how this day is usually spend by humans and the tradition of gifts to their loved ones. He was looking down, hiding his red face as he was thinking about what to gift you. And something caught his attention:"Humans often give expensive things to their loved one or some others — the most romantic ones — give gifts with deep meaning. They might be small and cheap gift but hold a much deeper meaning" As the boy listened he suddenly got an idea on what to gift you.
After RAD was over he made sure that you were stuck in the student council meeting before running downtown to buy your gift: A bottle of your cologne which was very expensive and two tickets to the cinema for a movie you didn't have the chance to watch due to school meetings and duties. He quickly made his way back to RAD and arrived just in time since you were currently walking out of the student council classroom, holding your books and fortunately, walking alone, without the brothers who would probably kill him if they saw him give you the gifts.
He didn't lose the chance, running up to you:"Good afternoon, MC" He waved his hand politely and you did the same, a bright smile appearing on your face and making him blush faintly:"Good afternoon to you too, Mephisto, do you need anything?" You tilted your head to the side, just like a cute curious cat. At the sight he smiled softly before quickly handing you the bag with the cologne and the cinema tickets:"Th-this is for you… Have a great night!" He then left, not being able to stop blushing. Leaving you standing in the empty hallway as you looked down at the bag.
The cologne was wrapped in a beautiful silver paper with written on it 'Happy Valentine !!' Your cheeks flushed and a chuckle escaped them but then you also noticed the cinema ticket and another piece of paper, written by him with an almost shaky handwriting — signalising how nervous he was about it. "I have another ticket with me, if you want we can go together tonight… I'll also pay for the food and if you're still hungry I can offer you dinner! Everything's on me! well, if you wanna come — Mephisto"
After reading the nervous letter you chuckled, he was being adorable and as you read you imagined a red cheeks Mephisto telling you that, making you giggle. You still decided to accept his offer, looking forward to have a nice evening with him after this exhausting busy day at school. You went back to the HoL, got ready with a relaxing shower and even used the expensive cologne before leaving the house and walking towards the cinema that Diavolo — after visiting the human world — decided to build nearby the school for student to go have fun!
As you walked towards the entrance you found Mephisto wearing a casual but neat outfit as he was sitting on one of the benches outside of it. When he saw you his eyes lightened up in surprise and happiness:"OH hello MC" He smiled and walked to you, but his smile quickly disappeared, replaced by a blush and embarrassed expression as you smiled back at him. He stared at you for some time before snapping out of it and nodding in determination — a silent reassurance for himself to keep going with his plan of hanging out with you:"Wanna go inside? We still have time to buy food before the movie starts" You nodded, taking his hand and walking in the building while he was getting more and more red on his whole face.
He bought food for both of you before walking in the cinema auditorium where your movie was about to start. You both sat down next to each other on the last rows and started to watch the movie. Everything went smoothly and you both ate and quietly watched the movie — well at least that's what you were doing… He was focused on finding a way to hold your hand without making it awkward nor unpleasant for you. The movie was completely forgotten as he just stared at your two hands being so close yet not touching. He then sighed and quickly grabbed your hand gently, looking back at the screen and acting as if it was nothing. You felt his hand grabbing yours gently and a smile appeared on your face before you squeezed his hand and held it back, making him smile and blush even more.
The movie ended beautifully, a good happy ending that left you satisfied but Mephisto remembered only pieces of the movie, he was so focused on your hands touching each other and on how beautifully your face looked from up close:"It was really good, I liked it. How about you" You asked while walking out of the room, looking up at the demon who was still holding your hand:"u-uhm yeah I liked it too… It was very cool" He stammered while looking around and pulling you closer to him while walking in between all of those other demons. You two were so close that he could smell your cologne, recognising it immediatelly and clearing his throat while looking away in a desperate attempt of not letting you see his embarrassed expression.
You both walked out the cinema and he sighed as soon as you were out, you didn't pull away, you simply stayed there next to him holding his hand:"I really liked hanging out with you, thank you" You smiled and he gulped, blushing even more:"No problem… We can do it again next week if you want" He mumbled. "Can I kiss you?" You then mumbled, making him freeze and almost faint from your question but he didn't hesitate to nod. At his nod you smirked, your hands resting on your cheeks before you pressed your lips on his. His cheeks turned bright red as he slowly kissed you back, his hands setting on your hips and pulling you against his body.
You both kissed until you were breathless and pulled away slightly, just enough to take back your breath, your eyes meeting his and he blushed bright red, burying onto your neck and sighing against your skin:"I really enjoyed today with you" He mumbled before he brought you back home.
• a/n : HELP this is literally the whole word count of all the characters LMAO that must be the reason why now I'm not writing anything. . . or it might be that I'm locked in on genshin welp i dunno i js wanna sleep i'm so sleepy yawn - ALSO I'll put the link to my strawpage as my intro since I'm too lazy to make a good intro post so yeah u will find it on the pinned post.
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Bell offered Raphael another drink, while you sneered knowing what’s in the concoction, Raphael didn’t know or really seem to care. Maybe it’s because Beelzebub willfully drank the same thing.
You ignored the drink Bell tried to hand you as you undressed Raphael, he’d only been without his cage for a few days and Beelzebub wanted to try something ‘new’ with the angel.
Beelzebub had gotten impatient while you undressed Raphael and just ripped the drunk angels clothes off. Raphael didn’t even seem to care. The angel was laughing and giggling as if you’d ticked him, it took Beel grabbing the angels manhood and begin stroking it, when aroused united the base of his cock swell a bit.
You shake your head and look to Beel. “You want him to experience knotting don’t you?” The demon nodded as Raphael groaned and rolled his hips to get more friction. You take over and let one hand stroke him while the other begins rubbing the knot. “I should probably get it in me right now, he’s a quick shot after all.”
You tease making Bell laugh, you use his pre to lube. You watch Raphael pant and squirm as Bell helps you undress, the angels cock throbs at the sight of your bare body, he purrs, eye dilating at the sight of your core, Beel helps you ease the angel’s cocks into your body.
Raphael loudly moans, the glass he was drinking from placed to the side. You gently begin bouncing on his cock. “Fuck! Yess!” Raphael whines, bucking into you greedily. “So warm…” He pants out, nuzzling you as he presses down on your hips.
Beel took the angels man hold by surprise by pinning his hands to the couch, earring a huff in annoys as Beel teases. “Hands off the merch, you can look all you want but no touching.”
You huff out a laugh, feeling his cock throb inside of you, you move a little faster. You feel the angel tremble, out of pleasure or frustration you couldn’t tell. He looked pissed with Bell but submitted, not struggling as the demon loosely holds him down.
With a whine, the angel tries bucking into you, his wings come into view, flapping as he nears his peak. While you ignored it, right as you feel him climax, you slam your hips down, letting his knot slip into you right as it starts swelling.
To your surprise as Raphael cries out in bliss, you hear glass smash, Bell is the first to reply. “Watch your wings Angel, you broke the glass, don’t worry, I’ll give you something else to drink.”
Beel said, grinning he unzipped his pants catching the angel off guard, he released the angel only for Raphael to try to wiggle free, whimpering at the tugging on his cock. Beel chuckled a bit at the angels confusion, it was amusing to you too, maybe angels weren’t familiar with how nots worked.
Raphael hissed. “It’s stuck!” his attention drawn ty the space where you two are connected, not paying attention to Beel undressing. “Can you…let go…if my..?”
You laugh and Beel suddenly mounts Raphael, sitting in his chest, he presses his cock against the angels lips, earning a growl. “Ral, you’re the one not letting go of them.” Bell says, insistently pressing his cock against the angels lips even as he speaks.
“I’m not holding them! I’m st-“ He groans out but is interrupted when Bell uses the opportunity to shove his cock into the angels mouth. You lightly shove him.
“Rude, you could have asked him to suck on you, I’m sure he’d be willing if he knew it was your cum he was drinking.” You tease, you know the two of them are fine with odd foods and beverages, true Raphael liked the drink.
But judging by the sheer he likes it less from the source.
🔮 summary: finishing what you started in skirt with Raphael.
⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, very graphic mentions PIV sex, lots of spicy horny thoughts and scenes, a bit of religious sacrilege, Raphael being both emotionally and sexually constipated, AFAB! Reader.
Raphael has been alive for more than a millennium.
he’s young, compared to Simeon and Michael, but older than humans can ever even imagine. but all these years....
all these decades and he’s never been quite so taken with someone as much as he is with you.
you captivate his worst imagination; you, a little, unassuming human, a pea in the scope of the layers of the universe — you are the one to drag him into the eternal torment of blasphemy. his lustful thoughts, his unangelic desires to touch you, constantly tossing him closer and closer to falling.
prayers, interrupted by You. the constant turning at night in his own sanctuary, bidding his hardened length to leave him, shaky hands eventually succumbing to sin, sweating as he spills over into his hand and getting all worked up again wondering if you would lick it off for him. is it really a sin to think about how he would worship your body? how he would spend hours between your thighs, nipping and licking and sucking, covering his chin in spit and your slick, making you cum on his tongue until you cry, until his locks are taken into your hands and you beg for him to stop. how can it be such, when it feels so good?
he can practically hear your snarky remark the next day, wondering how he could sneak into the Celestial Realm when he behaves like such a demon in bed. he doesn’t retort. gives you a pointed look, then drops it to your shaking thighs, that you can barely brush together, lest the evidence of your coupling distract you once more.
while you and him shared some sort of… connection, one he couldn't possibly attempt to understand, Raphael wasn’t a mind reader. there was no possible way to know how far your feelings for him extended, you never crossed any lines that came with a loving ‘friendship.’ and while he desperately wanted to ruin it, to create something different, something deeper and more meaningful, he couldn’t bring himself to cross that line.
every moment you were by his side was too precious. he didn’t have any earthly belongings, anything he needed was bestowed or earned… but you. you gave your time, your patience, your kindness to him so freely, even when he knew he crossed the lines of pleasantries. he was utterly taken aback that a human could be so giving. as any angel, he was always taught humans took and took until no more could be given, then they would turn and find more to take. that they ruin and destroy as they did to the Fallen Ones. but here you were. handing him a set of new pens that he had off-handedly mentioned he liked the grip on. and suddenly, he wanted to be selfish too.
if he could just have you, platonically or otherwise, it was worth every second of keeping it status quo.
the most torturous part of the whole arraignment, however, is that you don’t even seem to realize the effect you have on him. you sit close to him, far too close, practically on his lap, teasing him with the slight distance, despite all his attempts to get you to actually do so, to play out his most shameful thoughts. you leave your scent on his arm, his shawl, his fucking papers.
he wants to burn them. he wants to bury his face in them and never forget your scent.
he tries so hard not to pay it any mind, but it is as close to home as he gets these days; his mind goes blank when he lifts it to his nose and smells you, vision blinding white in bliss and euphoria, your outline silhouetted every time he closes his eyes.
and those skirts. fucking hell, those short, perversion-inducing skirts. he’d damn them all to hell if he wasn’t currently living there already (physically and metaphorically). every time you wore one, Raphael lost his sense of reality. he’d live in a world of just you, him, and his bed. school and responsibilities be damned. they'd be less fucked than you would be. Raphael would keep you there, you’d have no reason to leave. he could conjure anything you needed with a snap of his fingers. the door to his room mysteriously vanishing from the Purgatory Hall, swallowed up by the void, along with your sweet, sinful moans. only he would hear how you would call for him, your pitiful cries for more of his touch. he would fuck you for every single time your skirt rode up and made him snap a pencil in his hand, your soaked little panties begging for him to push them aside and plunge deep in you. he would tell you to call his name when you came, make you forget about whoever else ever crossed your mind and replace it all with him.
the thought of you being such a little slut for anyone else made him crazy. he wanted to ruin everyone for you. he wanted to push his cum so deep in you that you could never even think of anyone but him doing so. how dare you swish your pleats like that? you even nearly made him break a pen in class once, when he watch you do a little twirl for Leviathan and Beelzebub. ink bubbled from the tip as you strutted back over like you didn’t just flirt with two demons in front of his face, asking with a pout if you could borrow his wrap because you were chilly.
— you, lying on your back on the classroom table, your cunt dripping wet stains onto the white fabric you ‘borrowed’ —
he couldn’t hold your eyes after such a thought. he handed it over to you and left in a hurry for the bathroom.
he would shamefully finish himself there, leaning his head against the peeling paint of the stall, pounding his fist into the metal as he came into his hand, yet again, reminding Raphael of how absolutely fucked he was.
the fact that all these ugly, human emotions came to head simply because of an article of clothing pisses him off. can he not control his mind over such an insignificant little thing?! how is he fit to be Michael’s secondhand!? he could never live up to Celestial realm's expectations if this continued. and it would be found out. he knew it would. they always find out.
he had to train himself. he had to be a better angel for you. you couldn’t have such an impure, deviant partner. he had watched you rebuff such demons, time and time again. and he was acting no better than they were. maybe… maybe if he could expose himself to you in little amounts, those thoughts would leave him… wouldn’t they?
but you. you were all-consuming. a total and complete aphrodisiac to his senses. and you never seem to stop fucking wearing that stupid skirt. did you know what it did to him? were you doing this to test his resolve? his thoughts tainted every time you searched him out wearing that flimsy piece of fabric. Raphael knew he was much stronger than you. he could just rip it off you, hold you up as you bounced on his cock. it didn’t matter where you two were. but whenever he made a decision to make a move, he would get up, meet your innocent, lovely face, and crumble like the walls of Jericho. he couldn’t defile you in such a way. not in this state.
pitifully, his only savior was the gardens. losing himself in something else, something so pure it almost felt like it cleansed him of his sins. or perhaps it just reminded him too much of the Celestial realm, touting its overwhelming, overbearing expectations of perfection and innocence. but it worked. at least it worked.
most of the time.
it seemed today was his absolutely unluckiest day. he was hounded by temptation. of course today was a day you were wearing that damned skirt. the old wives' tale of keeping you awake at night by dreaming about you didn't seem to be true. and of course, last night had to be a night with a dream that was so utterly debauched that Raphael feared the Devildom was eating his angelic nature alive. it seemed like every time he turned, there you were. over his shoulder, trying to “help” him with his assignments, the length of your skirt so short that the bottom just barely reached the top of the desk, even with your frame not being very much taller, making him sweat internally, trying to keep his hands from twitching, from doing something rash and unbecoming, but oh — how desperately he wanted to run his hand up your thigh and see just what your choice of panties were this day.
he wouldn’t necessarily call what he was doing running away or avoiding you. it was simply… just not an adequate environment to work in. that’s it. yes, he just couldn’t get past the fog of thoughts all related to you and what exactly you would do under him, to focus on absolutely anything else. not even his silent prayers were enough to hound them off anymore, and he found himself doing less and less of that and more of what sort of penance to he would pay on his knees to your beautiful— Raphael.
he was just in class with you, and even so, that brief window of opportunity was enough to do him in. he couldn’t stop. his grip on the book clenched, wrinkling precious papers, all because of your hold on him. you, this human who randomly showed up and captured seven demon lords, his former brothers, mind you, and him, in this nefarious web of lust and love and, my god, did he just want it to be over.
he tried to slow his heart beat, looking upwards to the darken sky in desperation to find some sort of relief. was this a test of his own willpower? did Father plan for this to happen? was it just him? was he broken? Raphael was at a loss. How was he ever going to fix this? He couldn’t keep on like this; losing sleep over you, messing up the simplest of assignments because every time he looked down he was reminded of your smooth, sweet legs, peeking out from that skirt.
the crunch of grass is enough to snap him back to reality. he quickly tries to look busy, and exactly not like an angel in utter turmoil, hoping his furrowed brow and tensed shoulders would be enough to drive off whomever came across his little bubble of paradise.
“Raph? There you are.”
Of course. Of fucking course. Smite him now. There was no escaping this eternal hell of sin. The sound of your voice seems to inspire a sort of natural reaction from him, his legs already stretching to get up, book snapped shut and pressed tightly under his shoulder.
“Really? You’re going to try and avoid me again?”
You were always so blunt. Raphael can say without a doubt that he was utterly in love with that, and he felt no shame in admitting that, at least. But now… now it just embarrassed him. He knew, subconsciously, that he wasn’t doing right by you. What kind of friend just avoids another? So many questions he had, and not enough experience to answer them. He supposes that’s why he felt so pushed to run from them. Very much like he would do up above. he can’t even bring himself to turn and look at you when he answers.
“I… I’m not avoiding you.” he cringes. great, now he’s a bad friend AND a liar. What else could go wrong.
“bullshit.” that’s not what he wanted to hear. Raphael slowly turns to face you, he doesn’t want to meet your eyes, but when he finally spins around… they’re right there. you’re search his own for answers, for clues, and he worries for a moment that you might find what he hopes to bury.
“So what do you call leaving every time I come into a room, then?”
“Trying to maintain my dignity,” he breaths out, finding that he’s unable to fib when he’s meeting your beautiful face head on like this. it doesn’t even register in his brain that he’s said it. when it does all click together he’s panicked, wondering how to get out of this, how to leave, how to explain, but your face contorts and twists into something that breaks him further. confusion. hurt. anger. it’s so gorgeously human that if he wasn’t hopeless in love with you that he would spend all day in awe of it.
it’s that thought that finally fits.
the piece he’s been missing, this whole time.
the part of the cog that has his whole body relaxing in utter relief, exhausted with his charade.
he’s been in love with you, this entire time. this lust is just a facade for how much he wants for something he’s not supposed to have. he’s so hopelessly devoted to you that there’s nothing that could come close. he’s never felt this way about the celestial realm, all these years, and all this time he has with you, he’s been doing nothing but thinking about how he can realign himself with them, when it’s obvious that no matter what, he can never think the same after meeting you. no matter what they say about this, about humans. and he’s more than willing to follow this spiral to the end. regardless of what waits at the finish line. there is no other path, no way of redefining or fixing his dedication, for Raphael. because there is only you.
he blinks. you blink. and finally, he’s done running.
he sighs, surrendering himself to the execution of your friendship, and figures he might as well sit down as he ruins everything. the bench is hard and cold under him, and he barely feels it. his fingers shake almost undetectably as he meekly flips through the book that will forever mark the end of this. of you two.
“When… you wear stuff like this,” he admits, shyly, dog-earing a page back and forth, “It makes me feel. A certain way.”
the silence is impregnable. it’s heavy and thick like the celestial realm before rainfall. it’s murky and undecided and so painful that Raphael wonders if being cast out would hurt less than this. he doesn’t look up. he refuses to. he hates to admit that he might actually cry if he does.
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I...” the tips of your shoes tap each other.
why are you apologizing? he wonders. it’s me. i’m the one that’s ruining everything.
you’re shaking, he realizes, you’re shaking and it’s all because of me.
“I’m… just gonna go.” his hand reaches for you before you can even move an inch. he doesn’t know what’s happening, or what will happen, but you’re here now, right? and… and you didn’t outright laugh at him or say no, so that should mean something positive. a newly found courage in him has him shaking his head.
“No, no… you’re already here. And it wasn’t right of me not to tell you. It wasn’t fair. You should know,” he says, which is absolutely true. he was a terrible friend for hiding this from you. he wonders if you hear him when he adds quietly, “And I miss you.” he wants you back. he wants you here, with him, by his side, even if he can’t have you in the way he wants, he wants to be selfish and a little human too.
you take a place next to him on the bench, your skirt splaying around your full thighs like a crown of temptation, the thorns that festered this whole mess. yet… Raphael’s head has never felt clearer. he is mesmerized solely by the fact you still choose to sit so close to him that he can feel the warmth of your skin through his clothes.
“I missed you too. It’s why I was so upset. I thought you were angry at me or I did something wrong-”
“Nothing like that,” he cuts you off before you even slightly doubt his intentions. he wants nothing more than to protect you, don’t you see? his mind will be the downfall of you both. but… it seems by doing so, he prevented nothing but your light. your company. your closeness. in trying to circumvent his prophecy, he ran head first into it. he will do better by you this time.
but still. it does nothing to chill or put an end to the loathsome heat inside of his heart for you. the book is a prop in this play, in this act where you both try and pretend there is nothing that hangs between you two. where Raphael pretends that he isn’t still enchanted by your youness and he tries not to glance too long at the skirt you wear and what could blossom underneath, how much he wants to experience it all. and this play is coming to an end… or, perhaps, to its climax?
“Raphael…?” your saccharine voice is all he needs to be push over the edge. he has enough willpower not to immediately toss the object in his hands (that, and fearing what Satan might do if there’s any damage to it) but shuts it nicely and looks up at you.
your breath catches. he’s close enough to hear it and he can’t imagine what you see, but he hopes it’s good. he hopes you like it. and honestly? he’s done hoping now. he wants to do something.
your breath fans his face, lingering warm tendrils on cheeks that heat them to a rosy pink — or perhaps, he’s blushing. who can tell, when you’re both this close to each other. your whisper is lost to only him and the gardens:
“We don’t have to do—”
“I want to.”
his lips catch yours before you can say anything else, he can faintly feel the book slip out from him, dropping to the dew wet ground as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in. you squeak, but let yourself be trapped against him. he loves the feeling of your arms pressed against his chest, the way your fingers fiddle with the delicate gold ornaments and colored fabrics. he wants to feel them on his skin, he wants to feel your nails dig into him as he brings you to orgasm, he wants the catch of your finger pads on his shoulders when he lifts you up and thrusts his cock into your pussy. he leans into you, and you catch the hint, leaning back into his grasp, letting him slowly lower you until you feel the hard rock under your back, his arm still cradling the small of your back, albeit a bit uncomfortably. it’s the he pulls back, tracing the wet curve of your lips, now dripping with spit, sloppily, gasping for air and he combs over your flushed face.
