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I'm Twink! 30+ multi fandom writer (Or I try to be) Minors DNI

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Introduction

About me

Name: Twinklestar/Twinkle/Twink

Age: 30+

Pronouns: She/Her/Batman

Fandom: Trigun, MHA, Pokemon, DMC, Obey Me, JJK, Love and Deepspace, Hellsing, Black Butler

I’m a strange lady who is finally starting to get around to using social media after being a ghost for the last decade and well Trigun brought me out of the shadows once more. This is pretty much the combination of my two previous blogs into one, for several reasons. So you will slowly see my works reposted over time.

This is now a combination of my old blogs that no longer exist: Triplesilverstar (Trigun only) and Twinksrepository (Multi fandom)

For those of you wondering what happened to my flagship series: Bullets, Bandits, Ghosts, and Typhoons

It will make a return at some point, however I want to make some severe edits to parts of the story.

That being said, I'm still pretty sure the running gag of never telling a story in chronological order will continue.

The blog will also be a construction zone while I slowly upload the works that do not require edits.

I am pretty easy going but this is indeed an 18+ blog, minors, or ageless blogs, please do not interact. Thank you in advance.

Master lists (Very Much under construction)

Love and Deepspace

Obey Me! One Master to Rule them All/Nightbringer

Devil May Cry

Pokemon

Trigun

Twisted Wonderland

Twink Reblogged her old works because she's lazy

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Showerstall

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Beelzebub X F!Reader

CW: Overstimulation, oral sex (fem receiving), nipple play, food play, semi-public sex, clothed sex, semi-clothed sex

Word count: Roughly 1.5K

A/N: You somehow end up covered in whipped cream because of a prank gone wrong. It seems like Beelzebub is ready to help you out.

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You let out a soft moan as the thick muscle of Beelzebub’s tongue presses along the curve of your neck. His hands on your hips as he holds you up against the tiled wall. Another pass of his tongue, sweeping more of the cream and syrup that was covering your upper body. 

You still don’t know how you had ended up covered in ice cream toppings, only that the moment after Belphie and Satan had looked at you with wide eyes. Allowing you to assume it was a prank set up for Lucifer that went wrong. 

On your way to clean yourself up, you ran into Beelzebub, and the sight of you covered in the white fluff, fruit compote, and sticky syrup had him asking if he could help. His tenting swim shorts might have had something to do with how quickly you had agreed. Which resulted in the two of you moving to the shower area and closing the door of the stall behind you. 

You didn’t even have time to consider removing your bikini top before the redhead was running his mouth along your shoulders. Sucking up the mess and leaving your bare skin covered in small bruises from the force he used. Aware of some of the mess smearing against his chest before those large hands of his grasp the swells of your ass and lift you up. 

Hearing him hum against your skin makes the muscles of your core tighten and a line of lightning race along your spine. It doesn’t take him long to clean up along your neck and shoulders; each pass of his tongue causes you to pant and moan. Staring to rock your core against his abes as you chase some friction, all the slurps and smacks coming from Beel has your sex growing slicker by the second. 

You let out a squeal when he hoists you higher, your legs wrapping around his torso as best as you can while his chest wedges against your stomach to keep you exactly where he wants you. “Beel?” Finding your voice for a moment, and just a moment, because you let out a whine that would put Asmodeus to shame when Beelzebub starts to suck on the fabric of your bikini top. Right over your nipple, the suction strong enough that you can feel the fluid gush out of your cunt.

Your fingers grasp the longer strands of his hair at the back of his head as he lets out a muffled moan against your breast. “The juice soaked through your top.” Another moan before he shifts his head and sucks at your other clothed-covered nipple. It’s both hot and frustrating all at the same time because in the new position, the suction of his mouth has your inner walls spasming in rapid fire, but you can’t find any friction to help you ease the high building inside of you. 

Letting out another whine when you feel his teeth clamp down on the material, with his tongue flicking at the hard nub hidden behind it. “Beel!” Panting his name as you try to pull his head back from your chest, try being the operative word since the redhead is far too focused on getting every drop of fluid from your top. 

His only response was to groan, and you feel your toes curl as your legs start to grow slack. 

“Sorry.” The pressure against your breast disappears, and Beel shifts his hold on you to feel one of his hands. Using the back of it to wipe the spit along his chin away. “I could taste you and the berries.” Giving one of your ass cheeks a squeeze as he lifts you higher once more, far more gentle as he laps at the last of the mess still clinging to your stomach. The point tracing invisible lines as if he’s making a mental map while ensuring not a spot of cream or syrup is left behind. 

When his jaw brushes the waistband of your bottoms, he stops just long enough to take a deep inhale. Like he’s only becoming aware of the amount of fluid dripping from your core and seeping into the fabric. 

“Can you stand?” His voice has grown deeper, and you shake your head in the negative. 

Loosening your hold on his hair as you let out a long sigh. “I don’t trust myself to stay upright.” Not with how close you were to an orgasm earlier from him sucking on your tits. 

“Then I’ll keep you from falling over.” The familiar pins and needles prickling sensation returns to your feet once you’re standing again and placing weight on them. It makes you wince, wanting to lift them away until the numbness is gone, only Beelzebub is kneeling down in front of you. His fingers are hooked into the fabric of your bikini bottoms above your hips and pulling them down. 

A lick of his lips, and from the way his pupils are blown wide, you know he’s about to go in for a different kind of snack. Planting a hand on the wall beside you when he gets you to lift your legs one at a time before tossing the damp fabric away. A soft exhale that has your shoulders relaxing when his hands land on the outside of your thighs before sliding up to keep you steady. 

“I’ll try not to get too excited.” Whispered against your skin as he kisses the inside of each of your thighs before placing his nose against your shiny opening and breathing in. “This time.” You let out the smallest of laughs, your heart full as he waits for you to nod that he can enjoy himself. You aren’t sure you believe him, since he tends to go overboard as soon as he gets a taste of you based on experiences of feeling like a puddle afterward. 

Moving your free hand to trail them through the hair along the top of his head. “Just remember, we are sort of in public.” His shoulders jerk upwards, and you realize he had forgotten. In truth so had you with the amount of noise you had been making. Not like you could take it back. 

Biting your lip when Beel curled his tongue before sliding it between your folds. Scooping some of the fluid into his mouth, letting out a groan as your flavor washes over his taste buds. Pausing long enough to savor it, or so you assume, before he starts to lap at your core. Switching between long flat strokes and shorter ones with just the tip of the wet muscles. 

It doesn’t take long before you're leaning more of your weight into the arm that’s helping to hold you up. A familiar warmth starting to spread along your lower abdomen. You let out a moan when he gives your clit a suck in between his alternating licks. Only to shove your own fingers into your mouth to try and stifle your noises. Pressing down on your tongue when he starts to swipe from side to side inside of your folds. 

It feels like the muscles of your body are tensing harder than they had been before. Like your earlier aroused state had just cooled enough that it feels more like a snap than a slowly building one. Aware of him starting to slide his tongue deeper inside of your sex, like he could pull the clear liquid directly from core instead of waiting to lap it away from the outermost portion of skin. 

When he plunges the muscle deep enough that his nose bumps into your clit, you let out a muffled sob. Your knees go weak, and your arm gives out as your body spasms. Your release a flood that Beel gulps down loudly enough that you can hear the way his throat works to swallow the fluid down. Falling backwards with your spine curving until the space between your shoulder blades touches the wall behind you. You’re only on your feet because of Beel’s hands holding onto your butt and hips, his mouth and tongue moving to make sure he doesn’t waste a single drop. 

You feel a bonelessness that comes, as it often does with the redhead, from your orgasm raking through your entire body. Your hand in his hair falling away from the top of his head, fingers trailing along his cheek. 

Unaware that seems to break Beel from his trance. Or the way his eyes soften at the way you’re teetering on unsteady legs, clearly having enjoyed his affection. Smiling as he rises and pulls you forward to lean against him. 

You feel the corners of your mouth turn upwards when the side of your head lands against his chest. Hearing his heart pounding just under your ear. Enjoying the sensation of his hand trailing along your spine. As you start to come more back to your senses, you realize his cock is still hard, trapped within his shorts and pressing against you hard enough that you can feel it twitching. 

At this rate, you’re going to be made into a much larger mess before you get that shower.

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Magic paintings can talk?!

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: eventual Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Implied terrible parents, teasing, screaming

Word count: Roughly 2.5K

Chapter Fifty-Eight, You learn who it is that's been screaming and find yourself falling down a rabbit hole of panic at being forced to remember just how old your new friends are.

Follows the events of Obey me! One master to rule them all with Lucifer as the eventual love interest and more of a sibling bond with the other brothers.

Prefer A03? Read it here.

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Images belong to Solmare.

After the echo of the scream ends, you hear a small voice. “Wh-What was that…?!” You glance down and realize that when everyone else jumped at the scream, you and Luke had grabbed each other. 

“It sounded like a woman screaming?” Almost as soon as the words leave Simeon’s mouth everyone turns towards you. 

“If I screamed, believe me, you’d all know it.” Blinking as you deadpan. You jumped to- why would they assume, as the only female in the group, that you were the one screaming? 

“It sounds like it came from just ahead.” Satan starts to walk forward, towards where the rest of the group had stopped. 

“Ooh, I have to post about this!” Both you and Luke let one another go, but you feel each click of your neck as you turn towards Levi. 

“Are you serious right now?” Giving the purple haired demon a slow blink as he types on his phone. 

“Just heard terrible scream at the Demon Lord’s Castle.” The corner of his tongue poking out, any sense of fright seems to have left him. “Are rumors of a hidden torture chamber true?” Mammon gives a jolt when he hears Levi say that, and you see Lucifer press his fingers to his face. “And sent.” 

“I must be so hungry that I’m hearing things now.” Beel is good at breaking the tension, even if he isn’t aware of it as he holds a hand to his grumbling stomach. You don’t have the heart to point out that everyone heard it, since everyone jumped when it first rang out. 

“Wait a minute.” Asmodeus is tapping a finger to his lips while his eyes are closed. “I feel like I’ve heard a scream like that somewhere before.” 

You feel your lips turn into a sneer as you assume the worst of the pink haired demon. “I don’t even wanna kn-” 

“How could you-” Both you and Luke jump again, and somehow end up with your arms around each other again as the female voice calls out in a tone that makes your blood freeze. 

Unaware of Satan and Mammon both looking at the two of you and snickering because of the way both of you are shaking. “Looks like the little dog wants to hide with its master.” 

“How could you, Asmodeus!” The female voice screams this time, and you can feel your knees knocking together. “This is all your fault! All of it.” She sounds like she’s getting louder, roaring the final words loud enough you think your eardrums might pop. 

Solomon appears at the edge of your vision, and you watch his eyebrows rise ever so slightly. “Is that portrait talking?” That single statement makes the fear coursing through you stutter. He sounds like that’s something normal as he gestures towards the painting of a woman near No. 2. 

“Bingo! Yes, you’re exactly right!” You’re starting to feel a little ridiculous, since it seems only you and Luke are bothered by what’s going on. 

“That’s a portrait of Helene. She was a witch.” 

“That doesn’t explain anything.” You hiss at Lucifer after you release Luke for a second time in a short amount of time. 

“Why does that name sound familiar?” You feel your face warm since it seems no one is going to answer you. Not when Asmodeus is tapping his foot now. Clearly the woman in the painting knows him since she said it was his fault. Whatever it was. “Ah, yes!” Snapping his fingers as his eyes snap open. “Helene! I remember now!” 

“So what’s goin’ on here, anyway?” Mammon looks as confused as you do. 

“Can someone please explain why the painting is talking?” 

Once more you’re ignored as No. 2 floats closer to the painting. “Ooh! I can answer that question!” Oh. Maybe you aren’t going to be ignored. “Helene was once known far and wide as a witch of unparalleled beauty! Countless humans, angels, and demons alike fell under her spell.” Scratch that. You are being ignored. “But then Asmodeus here came along and seduced her, leading her to betray her lover at the time.” 

“That…” You pause as something about this sounds familiar. 

“I had a feeling that’s where this story was headed.” Simeon lets out a soft sigh as he crosses his arms like he’s disappointed. 

“War erupted as a result of her betrayal, a great war that destroyed an entire country.” Wait a minute. Helene? War? Betrayed lover? That sounds really familiar… 

“As in Helene of Troy?!” You scream as you try to make sense of it. 

“Helene was derided as a horrible, wicked woman who had sold her soul to a demon. What she had to endure was awful!” No. 2 keeps talking, and you feel your face pale, slapping your hands against the sides of your head. 

“So you’re saying all this happened because Asmodeus fooled around with some woman long ago?” Satan says it like it’s obvious, all of them ignoring you trying to correlate that one of the greatest Greek myths was partially caused by Asmodeus seducing someone. Which means there’s some truth to it.

You just stand there, eyes wide, aware Levi is posting more updates but too distracted by your own internal panic at the reminder of just how old these demons and angels are compared to you. Dragging your fingers along the sides of your face as everything keeps moving around you, with Asmodeus talking to the women in the painting like he’s trying to flirt and the others being annoyed by that. Giving a small jump when a hand lands on your shoulder. 

“Ya doin alright there, Lamb?” Mammon is leaning in closer to you. “Ya look kinda spooked.” That is an understatement since in the reflection of his sunglasses you can see how pale you’ve become. 

“No.” Because you really aren’t doing ok. So much so that you can’t even find the words to explain just why you’re mired in a freak-out at the moment. You go for car rides that turn into street races with this guy, and he was around for the fall of Troy.  

“Silence!” The boom of Helene’s voice pulls you out of it just enough to pay attention to your surroundings once more. 

Asmodeus gives his hips a small wiggle while laughing. “Wow, it’s been so long since I’ve heard you say that! Ah, the memories.” He says it in a dreamy voice, like he is enjoying a trip down memory lane to more pleasant times. 

“Asmodeus.” Almost snarling his name from inside of her frame. “You haven’t changed one bit! You’re still the same awful womanizer of a demon you’ve always been!” You don’t feel as bad about some of your thoughts about him being self-centered, at least it’s not just you who thinks it. “Not a day has passed that I haven’t thought of how much I hate you, how much I resent you! Not one single day!” There’s a lot of venom in her voice as she speaks. 

“Thank you. I missed you too, you know?” Humming with his eyes closed, you feel a bead of sweat run down the side of your face. It’s like the two of them are in separate conversations. 

“Maan, she’s not gettin’ through to him at all!” 

“I can’t believe they all say you’re the clueless one…” Trailing off as you move to lean against the wall. You still can’t come to terms with the newest information presented to you, so you do the one thing that makes sense. Try to shove it down and focus on the painting in front of you. 

“I may be imprisoned inside this portrait, but I haven’t lost all my power.” Maybe you shouldn’t be trying to get over your internal struggle, because you do not like the sound of that.

“Oh dear! Everyone be careful now, mmkay?” No. 2 sounds way too giddy, and when you turn towards the direction of his voice, you realize he’s floated away. Like far enough away that he’s well out of reach of anyone. “It just so happens that Helene’s portrait is known to drag those who look at it inside the painting itself!” Great. Just fucking great. 

“I still have power enough to capture you, as you’re about to see Asmodeus, you vain bastard!” Your fingers spread as you try to grasp something, anything to keep yourself from being pulled into the painting. It’s useless, as the wall behind you is nothing but large stones and mortar; there’s nothing for you to try and hold onto! 

A sharp call of your voice, and you feel a hand grab your wrist as you start to slide forward. Lucifer. You give the demon a small nod as you reach out to grab his arm with your other hand. 

Just before your fingers land, you hear Asmodeus yell behind you. “Well then, in that case, I’m pulling in Lamb along with us!” You watch as Lucifer’s eyes widen, feeling a pair of arms wrap around your middle. 

It’s too much weight for Lucifer to hold while keeping himself from being dragged into the painting. His grip tightens to the point that you feel your bones shift under his fingers, only for him to still lose his hold on you. 

“Son of a bitch!” Screaming as you’re sucked into the vortex.

A soft call of your name, and you turn towards the noise. Only to feel more confused at the sight. You’re standing in the spare room of the high-rise, the one where two walls were nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows. 

Another call of your name. With it, your heart clenches. You know that voice. 

Your mother’s. 

Time seems to stop as you shift your weight from your toes to your heels, your eyes landing on a sight that your mind knows is impossible.

When you had been last in the high-rise, this room was empty. Your stepmother had told you to turn it into a reading room, to get rid of all the clutter as she had called it. Mrs. Clark couldn’t ignore her, and the tubes of paint, containers of brushes, and easels were gone. Along with all the canvases, both blank and used. 

All signs of the things left behind by your mother that you had used, tossed aside like they were nothing. 

Yet right now, she’s sitting on the old stool. The one covered in splatters of random bursts of colors. Her brush in her hand as she moved the bristles across the canvas, the movement starting all the way up in her shoulder. 

“Mom.” You know it’s a dream; you had been being dragged into a painting, but that doesn’t stop the tears from starting to pool on the lower lashes and spill downward. 

“Is my painting really that bad?” Flicking the wooden tip of the brush at your face before she goes back to the canvas.

“Never.” A half-choked sob escapes you as you try to answer her. “Everything you painted was amazing.” 

She laughs, and you feel more tears fall. “Oh, Sweetie, still making this old woman's heart flutter.” Placing the brush down before she uses her foot to turn the stool so she can face you. “Look at you all grown up, I’m sorry I didn’t get to see it.” The smile on her face fades, like rain slowly turning the sky grey.

“It’s not your fault.” You try to take a step closer, but you don’t move. Confined in your dream world to this one location as you talk to her memory. 

“I don’t think you’re ready to have that conversation yet. Folding her hands across her lap the way she did when she was alive. “But I don’t think you’re ready to be here yet. You need to wake up, Sweetheart. Before your friends start to worry.”

A second voice calls your name, this one far more panicked. “Is this really a dream, or are you here?” It's childish, you know it’s a dream for several reasons, but you can’t stop yourself from asking. 

She doesn’t answer you. Or at least you can’t hear it since you can see her lips move, and the image in front of you wavers before it starts to grow dark around the edges.

It hurts to open your eyes, and when you do, you’re staring right into Solomon’s eyes close enough that you can tell that it’s a strange shade of grey with copper flecks around his iris. “Solomon?” 

Relief seems to flood his expression right away as he leans back. “Ah, good. You’re awake; I was starting to get worried when you wouldn’t wake up.” With his help, you’re able to sit up, looking around at the dimly lit hallway and aware that your back and butt hurt. 

“Where are we?” Planting your hands on the ground to try and push yourself to your feet. Feeling the edges of stones scrape your palms. “And no offense, but why are you here? I thought Asmodeus grabbed me?” The last thing you remember is being hauled through the vortex and into the painting after the pink-haired demon had grabbed you. 

Well. 

And Lucifer’s eyes snapping wide open. Too bad you’re refusing to unpack what that might mean right now. 

Solomon lets out a laugh, one that makes the corners of your mouth twitch into a frown. “About that…” Taking hold of your elbow when you almost fall, unbalanced on your own legs. “It seems a strange daisy chain formed when Helene decided to suck us into her painting. Mammon was closest; he grabbed Leviathan, who in turn grabbed Beelzebub.” 

“Shouldn’t Beel have been able to keep himself from being pulled in?” Interrupting the other human as you tried to picture it. You’ve seen lots of demons walk into Beel by accident and bounce off him and hit the floor, just from him standing there. Something pulling him has to be crazy powerful. 

“He said he was hungry…” You don’t even question it, because it’s believable. “Anyway, Beelzebub then grabbed me, and I grabbed Asmodeus since he was the cause of this little situation.” You lift an eyebrow at him when he says that. Maybe it is for him, but it isn’t for you. “Who decided to grab you as well?” 

“If that’s the case, why is it just you and me here right now?” 

“I’m not sure. I woke up and found myself here with you.” Solomon shrugs before looking around more in thought. “I don’t sense a great deal of magic, so I assume we aren’t truly inside of the painting Helene is trapped in. Perhaps instead she transported us somewhere else in the Devildom.” You aren’t reassured by his words, but at least you don’t have to be worried about being trapped inside of a painting for the rest of your life. 

“So what are we gonna do? Start wandering around until we find an exit?” Glancing to your other side, your frown deepens. More hallway that looks like it was taken out of a horror movie that involved Dracula. Pulling your phone from your pocket to see there isn’t a single bar, which means you have no service.

Solomon lets out an inquisitive noise. “Two humans alone together in an unfamiliar area of the Devildom- this isn’t safe, and walking around without a goal has the potential to put us in more danger.” Hard to argue with that logic; only when you turn back towards him he looks far too cheerful. “I’d better go ahead and call Asmodeus over.”

You just look at the white-haired man like he’s lost his mind. Then again, from all your interactions with him, you aren’t sure he really had one to begin with.

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Summer Smut 2026 Masterlist

Time for some summer-themed fun with the Obey Me Boys!

Lounge Chair - Satan

Change room - Asmodeus

Shower stall - Beelzebub

Horse track - Mephisto

Snorling - Leviathan

Sunscreen - Belphegor

Fireworks - Lucifer

Sailing - Diavolo

Surfing - Solomon

Heatwave - Barbatos

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I've got a question, your writing is super good and as an amateur myself, I get super inspired by it. But another thing too is, I'm a Hella simp for Leviathan from obeyme, and I don't really know how much you enjoy the game. There's not a lot of Leviathan ones and I'm wondering if you plan on writing more or not, if you still do I look forward to seeing your great ideas. Thanks.

I know this isn't really your question, but if my writing is inspiring you, I hope you give writing a try! Even if you never share anything, taking that first step can be amazing.

As to your actual question, I enjoy the Obey Me series of games a lot. When it comes to Leviathan, I struggle sometimes to write him since he isn't one of my favorites and I write what I am inspired to write. That being said, I do have plans for at least one Leviathan Summer smut. So it's not a lot right now, but the ideas are not flowing as quickly as in the past. Sorry.

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Change room

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Asmodeus X F!Reader

CW: Semi-public sex, clothed sex, ripped clothing, fingering, penetration, voyeurism risk, penis in vaginal sex

Word count: Roughly 1.3K

A/N: You didn't realize the beach in the Devildom would have a real sun, but it seems Asmodeus has your back. Or does he?

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When you arrived at Diavolo’s private beach for a bit of a break, you had expected to find the moon and stars still dotting the night sky. 

Seeing a full sun and sparkling waves took you by surprise. 

It also meant you were not dressed appropriately for today's events. Damnit. It’s not like you can ask any of them to take you back to the House of Lamentation to get a change of clothes either. Looks like you’re just going to roast in your clothes. 

“Why so glum, hm?” Asmo purrs in your ear as he wraps his arms around you from behind. Nuzzling his cheek against yours, with his chest pressed against your back. 

“I didn’t think there would be an actual sun.” Which meant actual daylight; your clothes are going to be drenched with sweat instead of seawater. 

“Does that mean you didn’t bring anything to change into?” One of his hands is toying with the hem of your shirt, and you can just picture the way he’s smirking into your hair. 

“I did, but none of it’s really appropriate now.” Frowning as you admit the words. You should have asked for more details last night instead of assuming this beach was like the rest of the Devildom. 

Your body jolts when the Avatar of Lust gives your earlobe a playful nip out of the blue. “Aw, don’t worry!” That makes you want to worry, since Asmo never gets that playful in view of his brothers unless he’s up to something. “I’m sure I have something that you’ll look absolutely adorable in!” That doesn’t help the gnawing in your stomach, but in this case beggars can’t be choosers.

In true Asmodeus form, he has an entire bag full of swim and beach clothes. Your days of being surprised that he has things in your size are long over as well. Taking the offered garments before you slip inside one of the small change rooms to see if there is something that you aren’t going to feel ridiculous in. 

Three of the swimsuits you don’t even bother to try on. If the tiny strings could even be called lingerie, let alone swimwear. Leaving you with two options, so you pick the one in a color you like. 

It seems to fit well; it’s not too tight and from what you can see as you twist and turn it doesn’t seem too revealing. Success. 

At least until you bend down to grab your own clothes and the remaining borrowed swimsuits. Hearing a rip along the bottom and feeling a chill along your sex. 

So much for it fitting well. “Everything ok in there Hon?” Your head snaps up with enough force you could have given yourself whiplash. 

Shit. “Ugh, just give me a sec-” The cloth door is pushed to the side as Asmo’s frame slips around it. His gaze rakes over your form, and you don’t miss the flash of amusement in his eyes. 

“Oh no~” His hands fly to his face in concern. “I heard a rip and wanted to make sure you were okay!” Crowding into your space, and with how small the space is your back is up against the wall.

“I’m fine Asm-Oh!” Your hands grab fistfuls of the white gauzy shirt he’s wearing as you rise up onto your toes. All thanks to him sinking two of his fingers into your core through the rip in the fabric. 

He lets out a low cheerful laugh as he curls his fingers before starting to pump them in and out of your core. “Not too loud.” Pressing his chest against your and using his lean body to press you firmly against the smooth tiles behind you. Using his free hand to tip your head back, ghosting his lips over yours. “The others aren’t far.” 

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip when he adds a third finger, pumping them faster while starting to add in a scissor action to help spread your growing slick around your core. Trying to keep your moans trapped in your throat. “Oh, are you trying to keep me from hearing your noises?” Another short laugh, and Asmo presses his palm against your clit after sinking his fingers as deep into your core as he could. “You know I love all those noises you make for me~” Cooing the words against your ear. 

You can’t keep yourself from panting with the pressure against the bundle of nerves, giving in and letting out a soft whine. “Aw, you’re always so cute when you give in to me.” Feeling him pepper your face with quick kisses. “I wish I could keep you in here all day!” Pulling his fingers from your core with a wet poke, you let out a gasp at the sudden lack of pressure. “But someone will scold me for keeping you all to myself, so we have to be quick.”

Stepping away from you just enough to reach down and loosen the flora shorts around his hips, pulling his cock out like he was revealing a prize. Stroking his fingers along his shaft and smearing the fluid from your core along his skin. You can’t help but lick your lips, spreading your legs wider when he steps closer. “You hate quickies.” Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck when he moved closer, tugging his mouth towards you for a searing kiss.

Keeping your lips parted so your tongue could press against his, humming at the sweet taste that always seems to cling to him. Your core clenches the moment his saliva lands against your taste buds, a gush of fluid pouring from deep inside your sex. Humming low in your throat as Asmo takes control of the dancing muscles in your mouth, one of his hands sliding along the outside of your thigh and lifting your leg.

Your eyes might be closed, but that doesn’t keep your eyelids from fluttering as he slides his cock inside your slick walls. There’s no keeping the noise down with the loud moan you let out, breaking from the kiss as you let the back of your head hit the tiles. 

“Aw~” Asmo sets an easy pace as he starts to mouth at the smooth column of skin along your neck. “I do hate having to rush, even more so when it’s your lovely pussy gripping me just right.” His tongue lapping at the pulse point beating along your flexing neck muscles. 

Starting to rock his hips in a way that you feel his full length glide in and out of your sex, the muscle of your stomach starting to clench as your orgasm builds. “Though, the idea of you walking around with my load dripping into an outfit I picked is enough to make me give in for once.” Connecting his lips with yours again, plunging his tongue into your mouth at a pace that matches his rock slamming inside of you. It isn’t long before your inner walls spasm, and your back arcs, pressing your chest more against his as you cum. 

Asmo takes that as his sign, his rhythm shifting so his tip is abusing a bundle of nerves deeper inside of you, and when your second orgasm follows on the heels of the first, he stills. Enjoying the way your pussy clenches around him and helps to pump his own release inside of you. Breaking the kiss to lean back and watch your face, licking his lips while his cock shows no indication of softening. 

“Asmo?” Almost whining his name as you keep your eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow. 

“Yes, Hon?” Trailing his nose along the edge of your jaw. 

“Did you plan for this suit to rip?” His joyful tittering tells you everything you need to know, just before he starts to move his hips again. 

So much for a quickie.

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Lounge Chair

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Satan X F!Reader

CW: Cock warming, teasing, semi-clothed, semi-public, bratty, NSFW, implied semi-public sex, beach

Word count: Roughly 1.3K

A/N: You're at the beach with the brothers and find yourself in need of a nap. Only as the sun keeps moving, it seems Satan has the best lounge chair.

I don't wanna promise anything yet, because all my plans for writing keep getting sidelined. However I am going to try and post a few summer themed smut prompts for the Obey Me Boys. Enjoy the first one, which is a little on the tame side, as I get back into the swing of things.

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It’s been a fun day of hanging out on the beach, from building sand castles with Leviathan and trying to stay on a surfboard with Beelzebub. Yet, as the sun starts to rise higher in the sky, you realize you’re starting to feel a bit on the tired side. 

Waving away Asmodeus and Mammon and their offer to go out on a seadoo you head towards the one brother still in the shade. 

Satan. 

The Avatar of Wrath had wanted little to do with today, having found a new detective series he was trying to devour before the newest book was released. You still have no idea how any of you had managed the feat of getting him to come. 

“If you’re here to try and drag me into playing volleyball, I’m not interested.” His green eyes don’t even lift from the page. At least you know where the others have gone then. 

“I need a break from the sun.” You admit as you sit down on the lounge chair next to his. Grabbing one of the waters from the cooler and taking a sip, hearing your own sigh as the liquid helps to chill your insides. 

“Do you need to be so noisy?” You roll your eyes before you adjust yourself against the lounger. It isn’t long before the sound you hear aside from the wind is Satan’s fingers turning pages. Now you remember. He agreed to come so long as no one interrupted his reading. Fine by you, letting your eyelids shut as you decide to settle in for a nap. 

You aren’t sure how much time passes, but you don’t feel as cool. Moving your arm, you can’t help but notice the sun has passed just enough that part of your chair is longer in the shade. Glancing over at Satan, you notice he’s still reading, but his lounger is still well out of the sun, and will be for a while longer. 

“Switch seats with me, Satan.” 

“No.” 

“Come on! Mine's in the sun; I wanna stay in the shade.” 

“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” Flipping another page and you feel your lips quirk at his refusal. Swinging your legs over to the side and sitting up, you smirk. If he wants to be like that.

“Fine.” Rising to your feet and taking a few steps closer. Satan has his legs stretched out with the back of the lounger fully upright, one of his elbows propped up against the armrest and holding his book. His other hand hovering near his lips, a sign he’s enjoying the plot of the paperback. 

Perfect. 

With no preamble or other words, you turn with your back to him and drop yourself down into his lap. “Hey!” Leaning back against him, ignoring his protests as you make yourself comfortable. Letting your head fall against his shoulder, giving him an unimpeded view of the text written on the page. 

“If you won’t move, then you’re gonna share.” You can just imagine the way he’s glaring at the top of your head.

“You’re utterly ridiculous.” He doesn’t make you move, instead letting out a huff that you feel as much as you hear. You don’t care. With another few small adjustments to how you're sitting against him, you close your eyes and prepare to go back to your cat nap.

 Just as your breathing starts to even out, you realize something is poking your backside. Something you are very familiar with.

You can have a bit of fun with this. Keeping your expression neutral, you wait until you hear a few more pages turn before you flex the muscles of your lower back. The most minor of adjustments, but you hear Satan’s inhale stutter. Along with his cock giving a distinct twitch under you. 

It’s a few more seconds before his breathing steadies. You make a small noise, low in your throat, one you know you’ve made in the past when relaxing with Satan and dozing. Trying to better sell the idea that you aren’t doing anything on purpose. 

He goes back to reading. 

You wait a bit longer this time before you make your next move. Squeezing your buttcheeks together, you hear Satan make a noise this time, along with his dick growing a bit firmer.

It isn’t as long before Satan returns his focus to his book, or so you think as you try to come up with another movement that could be seen as something someone asleep might do. 

A turn of the page, and you gasp. Feeling his longer fingers rub down along your bikini bottoms, right above your clit. “We both know you aren’t asleep.” You let your eyes fall open, giving your hips a roll in a way that your asscheeks make a full circle around his cock. “We’re on a beach.” 

“A private beach.” Trying to argue with him, since while you do wanna keep relaxing, the idea of him fucking you out in the open is making your core start to drop. 

“I said earlier I want to read my book.” There’s an edge to his tone, but you think it might be one you can use to your advantage. 

“No one is going to question me having a nap against you.” Giving your butt another wiggle as you sit up just enough to grab one of the thin blankets that Asmodeus had packed. Spreading it across your lap and his. “Please Satan, I can feel how hard you are.” Reaching your hand down and pulling your bikini bottoms down so only the fabric of his swim shorts is between the two of you. “We don’t even have to have sex.” Tacking on as you let a small whine at the end. 

“If this stops your teasing so I can finish my book.” Closing it with a snap before you feel his chest shift behind you, assuming he’s looking around before placing both of his hands on your hips. A signal to move so he can loosen his shorts, and you feel his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your butt as he tugs his cock free. “Fine.” 

You can’t help as you lick your lips, leaning forward just enough so you can reach out and line up his tip with your dripping slit. Letting your weight allow you to spear yourself open on his shaft, your stomach clenching at the fullness you feel. “So warm.” Humming as you make a few other adjustments so you can enjoy how he feels inside of you while allowing Satan to keep reading his novel. 

“Now be good.” The arm not holding his book reaches down to make sure the blanket is doing its job before using it to pull you flush against his chest. “Or when we get home, I’ll take out all my frustrations by refusing to let you cum.” 

“Well that sounds like all the more reason not to be good.” Letting your eyelids flutter shut as you focus on the way he stretches out your walls, the slight burn along your insides since you had almost no prep. A few gentle clamps of your cunt and you relish the way he grows a bit harder.

Hearing Satan pick up his book again, you assume he’s going to ignore you, and you decide you’ll enjoy this with the promise of more later. Only to hear Satan whisper against the side of your ear, his voice having gone husky. “If you can be a good little cock sleeve until my book is finished and stop trying to distract me.” Your insides give a harder clench at his words, and the filthy ideas flooding inside of your mind have you growing wetter. “I’ll fuck you hard enough that you can’t walk home tonight.”

“I will be such a good cock sleeve Baby.” Panting the words as you try to ignore the way your heart is pounding against your chest and the line of fire that races up along your spine.

A satisfied hum from Satan, and you do your best not to distract him. So much for having a catnap.

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Two number Twos

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: eventual Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Implied terrible parents, teasing, screaming

Word count: Roughly 3.2K

Chapter Fifty-Seven, You return to the entrance of the Demon Lord's castle to start the tour with a tiny demon in tow. This should be pretty calm right?

Follows the events of Obey me! One master to rule them all with Lucifer as the eventual love interest and more of a sibling bond with the other brothers.

Prefer A03? Read it here.

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Images belong to Solmare.

You were certainly feeling better about the whole cooking for all the members of the exchange and student council after your little tour with No. 1 of the kitchen. Even if the tour had taken longer than expected, since at one point No. 6 had tried to eat an entire shadow hog that No. 3 was keeping an eye on. Which had No. 3 and No. 5 trying to drag No. 6 away by a tiny shadow tail. 

You really found those little demons to be adorable. Even if their antics were a bit over the top. It might have helped since when you told No. 1 what you were going to try and make, each and every one of the Little D.’s had said they’d do their best to help you out.

You could have cried because of just how squeaky their voices were, and how cute they looked when they made little fists and pumped them in the air, or did airborne cartwheels. 

“Take a left here.” You don’t question No. 2 from where he’s seated in your arms like a teddy bear. One, because you have no reason to, and two, he was supposed to be the one to give the guided tour of the Demon Lord’s castle.  Given the way he had started shaking when No. 1 reminded him that if he was late, he’d have to deal with Barbatos later, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t want to risk the steward's wrath. 

“How long have you worked in the castle?” Making small talk as you head down the long hallway. 

“Hmmm.” With the fact that he’s pretty much a giant head, you feel his body shift as he seems to think about it. “My whole life! It’s cool living in a castle, but Lord Diavolo and Barbatos make us work all the time. It’s boring.” 

“So you just work all day?” You could snort because those words coming from anyone else might have made you pause, but the squeaky nonchalant voice seems to put you at ease. 

“Nah. Some days we don’t do anything after our chores.” You feel your eyes narrow, didn’t he just say they worked all day? “Our days get filled up when Barbatos finds No. 7 sleeping instead of doing his chores. Or No. 4 spending the whole day reading in the library, or when No. 3 gets jealous and causes a mess…” He keeps talking, and you realize with all the chaos he’s talking about, without mentioning himself, it becomes pretty clear to you. 

Barbatos makes them work all day to keep them out of trouble. 

“And turn here.” At the far end of the hallway, you can see the familiar sight of the castle's foyer. 

“Thanks for being my guide No. 2.” Moving your hand as if you’re rubbing his head like a dog, earning you a little happy chuckle. 

“Any time!” Floating out of your arms before turning and holding up his hand for a tiny high-five. Well aware of how amusing it must look when you slap his with your larger hand, wondering if that’s how Beel feels when he gives you high-fives. 

“I’m not plannin’ to do anything like that! I mean, I’m totally not thinkin’ about maybe stealin’ something outta the castle if I get the chance!” Just great. It seems you got back just in time to hear Mammon trying to back his way out of being caught in a scam. Badly at that. “And it’s not like Solomon and Satan and me realized we’ve got shared interests and common goals because Solomon wants some magical items that belong to the Demon King and Satan just wants to give Lucifer a black eye and that suddenly things got more interestin’ when we realized we could work together. It’s not like that at all, understand?!” Way to dig a hole for yourself Mams, you think to yourself as you watch him standing there with his arms crossed and his eyes closed like he’s looking at the floor instead of the small crowd in the foyer. 

“Solomon, shut that idiot up.” From here, you can see the dusting of red across Satan’s cheeks. You were wondering how Mammon was going to make out sharing a room with one of his brothers, with whom you get the feeling he doesn’t have a lot in common, and the other human exchange student. Sounds like it’s going alright if they’re already plotting something as a trio. “Right now.” With how sharp his voice carries, you really get the feeling they realized just how much they might have an aligned goal. 

“Don’t look at me.” If Satan is freaking out, than Solomon is the complete opposite. “Isn’t he your responsibility? You are technically brothers, after all.” Laughing with his hand against his chin like Mammon blurting all that out had nothing to do with him.

“Well, it looks like everyone’s here now.” You eyes flick to Diavolo as he approaches from a set of stairs. Only to feel your entire head snap towards him as you do a double-take. Gone is his usual RAD uniform that gives him a sense of being larger than life, replaced with a black t-shirt and jacket paired with a set of slacks. He might be dressed casually, but his presence still screams that there’s more to him than meets the eye. 

Damn. 

As if aware of your stare, he turns his head just enough, and you could have sworn he sent you the briefest of winks. Feeling your entire body straighten involuntarily while your brain takes notice that his uniform hides the fact that he’s as muscular as Beel. 

Damn. The last thing you need is to feel attracted to the Prince of the Devildom, who in all essence kidnapped you for the exchange program. 

“In that case, let’s begin our tour of the Demon Lord’s Castle.” You’ve never been more thankful for Lucifer being Lucifer and wanting to keep things on track. Your neck snaps a second time, since it seems Lucifer has left his jacket behind, down to his turtleneck. 

Looking around again a bit closer, you realize you seem to be the only member of the group who didn’t change. The size of their luggage makes sense if they’re going to keep changing each time you all meet up.

“Oh man, that was close!” You slowly turn to face Mammon. Aware of a few of the others doing the exact same thing. “Good thing Lucifer didn’t hear what I said.” You could drop a pin at that moment, and it would sound like thunder. 

“Mammon.” Lucifer is the first to break the stunted silence. “When the tour’s over, I expect you to come to my room and explain everything about what you mentioned.” His tone that sickly sweet that makes you cringe inward, oh Mammon is in so much shit. “In detail.” The flash in Lucifer’s eyes promises pain if he doesn’t comply and you can’t hide the shudder that breaks out across your shoulders. Like someone had stepped on your grave. 

“Scary.” 

“What an idiot…” Everyone is in agreement with Satan. While you wonder if you shouldn’t buy Mammon a pickaxe, it might make digging his hole deeper a bit easier than a shovel.

“Now, now, I think it’s nice to have at least one foolish character in the group you can tease. It lightens things up a little, don’t you think?” You forgot about No. 2, who had remained floating in front of you, which drew all eyes towards you. 

“Hey!” Mammon whips around with his fist in the air like he’s ready to fight. “Who’re you callin’ foolish?!” Only to watch his expression shift as his eyes land on you. “Lamb? When did yer voice get so squeaky?” 

You grab No.2 and hold him up in front of your face, watching the little demon give a small wave. “Hi! I suppose I really should have introduced myself earlier! Only you guys seem to be kind of boring and I wanted to hang out with her more.” Pointing his thumb back at you, causing you to snort. 

“Wh-What is that?! A tiny demon?” Luke is shaking so much he’s reminding you of a little dog when it’s way too excited. 

“Looks yummy.” You lower No. 2 and wrap your arms around him to glare at Beel. 

“If you eat him, I will never forgive you. Ever.”

“He’d make you sick to your stomach Beel.” You glance at Solomon who seems to be laughing again. 

“No. 2 is one of the Little D.’s who works in the castle for Barbatos and I.” Diavolo steps closer to you, and the little demon. “Apparently, Barbatos has some business to attend to at the moment, so I thought I’d ask Number Two here to be our tour guide. He may be small, but he’s very helpful.” Holding out his hands as if to take the demon from your grasp. Right. You can’t keep him to yourself, letting him go and earning a small smile from Diavolo that makes your toes curl. 

Goddamn demon. 

“Yes.” You can hear Lucifer, and his tone has shifted to be a bit more cheerful. “He’s much more helpful than a certain other number two I know.” 

“A certain other number two? Who’s that?” For the second time in the last five minutes, all of you turn to look at Mammon again. 

“You know, every once in a long while, I’m actually a little envious of you for being like this, Mammon.” From the corner of your eye you watch Levi pull his hood over his head, as if the second-hand embarrassment is too much for him. If only Mammon had the self-awareness he does when gambling the rest of the time. 

“Okie dokie then!” Floating just below eye level No. 2 gives a small little wave at the group around him, and if it wasn’t for the way his eyes were squinting and pulling the corners of his mouth into a smile, you’d think the small demon wasn’t aware of the conversation that had been happening around him. “I’ll go ahead and give a quick rundown of what we’re going to be seeing on our tour. The history of the Demon Lord’s Castle is the history of the Devildom itself!” 

He seems excited, and you hear a few groans escape some of the demons standing around you. It seems they aren’t as interested, which might make sense since most of them have been around for a lot longer than you have. Though, in Mammon and Leviathan’s case and how badly they seem to be doing in Devildom history, they should be paying attention instead of complaining about it.

“So, Let’s start with this portrait here!” No. 2 floats over towards one of the paintings near the entrance, swinging his little hand at it. 

“I doubt you even need to introduce him, right?” A snort from Satan as he seems to give his head a shake. 

“Don’t be so sure, Satan. After all, I’m guessing at least two people in our group don’t know who this is.” You notice as Simeon’s gaze sweeps across both you and Luke, a clear indication as to who he means.

He isn’t wrong. 

You have no clue who the demon in the painting is, but you do find your head tilting to the side as you squint a little at the canvas. You aren’t sure if it's a trick of the light, or the technique the painter had used, but you could swear the eyes seem to have the same golden hue that Diavolo’s do. 

“Right, so this is a portrait of the great Demon King himself!” 

“So that’s your father?” Turning just enough to let your eyes travel up to Diavolo’s face. Maybe there are a few more similarities, even if the figure in the painting looks like he's a lot more stoic than the prince. 

The smallest dip of his head in acknowledgment, his auburn hair hiding his eyes for a moment. “Yes.” There’s the slightest catch in his voice.

“So that’s what he looks like.” Luke mummers and it distracts you from the way your heart clenched inside of your chest at Diavolo’s tone. “Michael tried to describe him to me once when I asked.” 

“For someone who complains about demons and the Devildom all the time, ya sure sound curious about the Demon King there Fido.” Mammon interjects, and you can see the way Luke’s shoulders seem to straighten. 

“I asked because I had been told during a ceremony a thousand years ago that he was supposed to be there, but Lord Diavolo came in his stead!” Luke is right back to acting like a child who's being teased as he starts on his tirade about not being a dog with Mammon comparing him to a chihuahua again. It’s a gag you’re starting to get tired of seeing. 

“I haven’t seen my father in several hundred years myself.” It’s spoken just lowly enough that you know it’s something most of the other already know. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” The words tumble from your lips before you can stop yourself. At least they aren’t loud, however you do notice those golden eyes turn towards you with the smallest of smiles. “I guess he must be busy running the Devildom.” Trying to make small talk with the prince and hoping no one digs into it beyond the surface level. 

“He’s slumbering at the bottom of the Devildom.” There’s no hiding the way you flinch at his words. “I’d say he isn’t much interested in the world at large these days.”

Diavolo’s father is asleep? 

Your mind races as you try to make sense of that information, because right now your first thought is, how long has he been asleep for? Followed by, if that means that Diavolo has been trying to run the Devildom in his stead? 

It’s a dick move.

“I guess that explains why you’re always so busy.” It’s all you can come up with as a response. “I’m sure it’s not easy having all that to deal with.” 

Diavolo lets out a small chuckle that leaves you confused since it sounds like he's amused. “My duties are nothing for you to be concerned about.” One of his large hands lands on your shoulder, and the squeeze is definitely reassuring. “The sentiment behind it is appreciated a great deal. However…” Diavolo trails off before he glances over your shoulder, and you turn to follow his gaze, noticing the group has moved on. “We should catch up to the tour.”

Neither of you say anything more, but you do feel a little more at ease walking beside him. Feeling a different sort of kinship with the demon prince, knowing that bad parents seem to be something not exclusive to humans.

“It’s nothin’ but paintings in here.” Mammon is grousing as the group turns down another hallway. 

“Yeah.” It’s been an hour or two since the tour started, and at this point even Satan sounds like he is starting to get bored. “There are plenty in the House of Lamentation too, but not as much as here.” 

“I like it.” Grinning between the two of them and well aware both demons are glaring at you. Ever since the tour had switched from some of the more physical items in the demon lord’s castle, like the crowns of previous Demon Kings, to paintings, you had been as happy as a kid in a candy store. 

“I haven’t stopped to look at these in quite some time myself.” Diavolo states, though you aren’t quite sure you believe him. He fills in any details No.2 isn’t quite sure about, or makes minor corrections to the story of some paintings. 

“Wow.” Pausing to look at a painting that the group isn’t getting a small lesson on. The colors are far brighter and more vivid than any of the others so far. “This is nice scenery.” The painter had somehow even made the grass look inviting and fluffy, to the point it made you wonder if you could just lie down and have a nap. 

“Oh!” Luke pauses beside you, his excitement clear. “There’s even a picture of the Celestial Realm here!” That makes you tilt your head, looking more at the image instead of the use of color and technique that made it look so inviting. If that’s what the Celestial Realm looks like, it’s the opposite of the Devildom. 

“Ah yes.” Diavolo takes a few steps back, a wide grin on his face. “I believe this was painted around the time that I first met Lucifer.” 

“Hey, let’s not bring that up-” At the mention of his name, the dark haired demon seems to appear. Only for Diavolo to cut him off. 

“Oh, what’s the harm in it?” You watch as his hand hesitates in the air like he was planning to grab Diavolo and drag him away from the painting. “The first time I met you, you were simply so divine, so awe-inspiring that you took my breath away!” 

You can’t help yourself, leaning forward just enough that your facing Lucifer in a way that Diavolo can’t see your face. Mouthing the words at the dark haired demon “You are dating.” You are gonna be in so much shit later based on the way his crimson eyes flash at you. 

“And then there was the way you refused to even shake my hand at first.” It’s taking every ounce of your control not to snicker as Lucifer’s expression shifts from promising violence to one of utter humiliation. Diavolo sounds like he’s swooning with the way his voice grows soft at the memory.

“Why do you sound so happy right now?” 

“Cus he just loves his boyfriend that much-” Muttering the words earns you another glare from Lucifer. Sticking your tongue out at him since for once, you feel safe antagonizing him. There’s no way Diavolo would let him do anything to you when you’re right beside him.

“He wouldn’t even shake your hand…? Wow, that’d be unthinkable now.” Satan is louder than you, and you have to admit from what you’ve seen of their friendship it is hard to picture Lucifer refusing to do anything Diavolo asked of him. 

“Man, this tour of the Demon Lord’s Castle only just started, and I’m already totally sick of it! Lolol…” You turn to Levi and feel your face pale at his words. He sounds super cheerful as he says that at full volume. At least Mammon was complaining earlier just loud enough for those near him to hear. Does he think no one can hear him over the dating teasing? “And…sent!” 

You want to give yourself a facepalm. Unsure now if you feel bad for him or if you should be glad that Lucifer is scowling at someone else again. 

“Uh, don’t you think it’s a bad idea to be posting that sort of stuff online?!” Oh Luke. You really should have let this play out instead of saying anything. 

“Are you all done with having your fun?” Lucifer sounds livid, and you find yourself stepping just a bit closer to Diavolo. 

Only for a blood-curdling scream to make everyone jump.

Sorry for the delay. My attempts to write longer chapters was side lined by the fact I've been exhausted. Hopefully I can get back to my regular weekly posting... I will say I have also changed jobs recently so I really am hoping to have more energy to put towards writing.

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New roommates, and tiny demons

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: eventual Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Unwanted touching, brooding, sharing a room

Word count: Roughly 2.5K

Chapter Fifty-Six, You learn who you're going to be sharing a room with for the next two nights. You are not happy. But at least there's some good news after you leave to meet Barbatos after getting settled.

Follows the events of Obey me! One master to rule them all with Lucifer as the eventual love interest and more of a sibling bond with the other brothers.

Prefer A03? Read it here.

Masterlist

Images belong to Solmare.

“I have to say, you two certainly lucked out, now didn’t you?!” You can hear it just as much as you feel it, your teeth grinding as you try to keep your tight fists at your side as Asmodeus keeps talking. “Considering you get to share a room with me.” When he flicks his head so his bangs fall over one of his eyes you want to punch him. Right in the throat. 

How did you get so unlucky? When Barbatos started advising who was in what rooms, you didn’t even get a chance to make a comment about Lucifer and Diavolo sharing a room. It would have been perfect to bring up him being unable to beat the dating accusations when Diavolo, who lives in the castle, wanted to share a room with the brooding demon. 

Instead, you were mortified. 

Of all the people you could have been paired with. 

Simeon? Ok he’s not so bad from your brief interactions with him. Plus, hip windows be damned, he is an angel. It’s not like you needed to worry about him trying anything at night by slipping into your bed, since there were four beds in the room.

You knew based on numbers there would be a high chance you’d be paired with a demon on your team, since the rooms you were assigned to would also be who you worked with for the challenges as part of the exchange.

And yet.

Not one of the three demons you have a pact with was selected. 

You got paired with Asmodeus.

Mammon had tried to switch, he had even tried to make the case that Asmodeus and Satan could share a room with Solomon. Since Asmodeus was the only one of the brothers before you showed up that had a pact, Mammon thought he’d get that change no problem. 

Too bad the Avatar of Lust seemed determined to make sure Mammon didn’t get his way. 

“Well, it seems we’ve gotten ourselves partly settled here in our room now.” Simeon’s careful tone pulls you back to the present. Looking at your bag tucked under the bed farthest from the door. And Asmodeus. “Let me take this opportunity to say that I look forward to sharing a space with the two of you these next few days.”

“Now, now, there’s no need to hide how thrilled you really are right now.” You roll your eyes as Asmodeus starts to talk once more after letting out a soft laugh. “Stop and think about it for a moment. You’ll be sharing a room with me!” From the corner of your eye you watch him place his hand against the center of his chest and tilt his hips as if striking a pose. “With Asmodeus himself. Which means you’ll be there to see me when I first wake up in the morning, after I’ve stepped out of the shower, when I get sleepy and start to doze off, when I’m changing clothes…” You want to barf at his sickly sweet tone. Seriously, how is he that tone deaf? “For three days and two nights, you actually get to witness the most private side of me. Now, if that’s not what you call amazing luck, I don’t know what is!” 

For someone who doesn’t want to be there and doesn’t really care about Asmodeus’s beauty routines? It is anything but amazing luck. To the point you’re starting to wonder that if it wasn’t for your bad luck if you’d have no luck at all.

“I have to say, you really are funny, aren’t you, Asmodeus?” Simeon lets out a small laugh while putting a few things on the small table next to the bed he’s chosen. 

That seems to make the demon pause. “Funny?” He lets out another laugh, one that makes your skin crawl with how it isn’t humorous at all. “I believe you mean beautiful.” Flashing the angel a wink before he finishes setting up one of his trunks. “I am curious Simeon.” Something in his tone shifts and instead of leaving like you planned to go see Barbatos, you hang back for a moment. “What sort of image did you have of me in the first place?” 

Now that makes you curious. You know now that the brothers were angels, but that question… Did they know Simeon before the fall?

“Well, I suppose I still think of you the same way I did back when you were up in the Celestial Realm.” That answers that question as you head for the door. Only to pause when Simeon tilts his head with his eyes closed. “Lucifer, the pride of the Celestial Realm, loved by all creation. There was one angel he thought especially beautiful, one whom he praised and kept at his side. ‘Twas Asmodeus, jewel of the heavens.” Great. So Asmodeus’s vanity is from two worlds, not just one. “A traveling minstrel wrote that about you once, and it turned out to be an image that stuck. I suppose I see you as someone who’s very attached to that reputation, and works day in and day out trying to live up to it.” 

You feel your stomach drop to your toes. Mostly because Simeon still has his eyes closed, and for the briefest of moments, you saw the mask on Asmodeus’s face crack. Like the words spoken by the angel struck a little too close to home. Only for that look to be gone in a moment as he starts to laugh like it’s forced. 

“So you’re saying that your image of me is of someone who wants to be loved?” Waving his hand as if he can just dismiss the notion. “I think you’ve spent too much time in the sun, Simeon.” Motioning to his face and the rest of body. “I mean, naturally I think no one in the three worlds is more deserving of love than I am. But that’s just common sense, now isn’t it?” 

You’re tapping your middle finger against the pad of your thumb. There was the smallest catch in his voice. Does Asmodeus doubt that is beautiful? That if he doesn’t make a show people won’t pay attention to him? He is essentially a middle child and from what you understand, from sitcoms anyway, they tend to have more doubts about themselves. Maybe that’s why he acts the way he does, like he needs to make himself the center of attention. 

“Wouldn’t you agree, Lamb?” 

“Huh?” You turn from the door to face Simeon. “Agree about what?” 

“You weren’t listening to us were you?” Simeon lets out a small laugh before he sends you a smile that makes you feel at ease. “I said, it would be an interesting situation if Asmodeus came across a soul he couldn’t charm, couldn’t control.” 

“What do you have to say about this Lamb.” Stepping closer, you shudder as Asmodeus ghosts his hands over your shoulders. “You think there’s actually someone out there who does not love me?” You don’t miss the emphasis he puts on that single word as his fingers press into the soft tissue just under your jaw to force you to make eye contact with him.

This close, you notice his eyes are like a blend of lemon and raspberries, and right now they seem to shine from within. It’s a pretty sight, but his touching you when you don’t want to be touched has you annoyed. Again. 

“I don’t know about elsewhere in the world.” Snorting as you smack his hand away from your jaw. “But I sure don’t love you. You’re a jerk half the time to me.” Turning on your heels and heading out the door to go find Barbatos. 

“Are you just not very bright, is that it?” You can hear as Asmodeus stomps his foot as he makes a scene. “Or perhaps it’s an issue with your eyesight?” Yelling after you, you ignore him and how he starts to pout to Simeon. It is not a you problem. 

Simeon, for his part, struggled to keep his expression neutral. As part of the exchange, he understood that demon’s were not allowed to use their powers on any of the exchange students, nor were they allowed to use their own. Unless of course they were in danger, or it was to protect someone else. Lamb was without her own powers, which made her an anomaly. 

So to watch Asmodeus blatantly use his abilities to charm someone into submission? He had about to step in, to remind the Avatar of Lust who had once been his brother that he needed to remember to hold back. 

Only to watch as Lamb seemed to be unaffected by his magic. ‘So there is a soul that Asmodeus is unable to charm.’ And it left the angel wondering if maybe Solomon wasn’t too far off when he said the little so called magicless human wasn’t worth watching. 

Seeing that, Simeon decided that he’d put more effort into getting to know the human everyone referred to as Lamb instead of her actual name. He found himself intrigued after learning of her risking her life for a demon and an angel. Now. Now he wanted to see if Luke was right after listening to him back in the Celestial Realm. That you were like no being he’d ever met before.

It doesn’t take you long to find Barbatos. 

As in, almost as soon as you made your way back towards the entrance, he was waiting in the foray. A tilt of his head as he said your name in greeting, which is kind of interesting since he saw you a few minutes ago. “Follow me, if you would.” He doesn’t wait, and you break into a short jog to catch up to him. 

“Listen, Barbatos.” Trying to keep your tone neutral when you reach his side. “I’m not sure I can do this.” Licking your lips, aware of a light sheen of sweat on the back of your neck. “I mean…” You trail off as those green eyes flick towards you once more, but he doesn’t stop moving. “Luke has Simeon to help him tomorrow.” A slight misstep when he takes a turn, and you have to scramble to catch up. “I don’t want to sound like I’m doubting you either since you’re cooking tonight, but I’m sure you have the staff to help.” Because there’s no way that Barbatos doesn’t have a staff to help him serve any formal dinners that have guests. You’ve learned enough from Beel that he is an amazing pastry chef, and a well renowned cook so you’re willing to bet he makes all of Diavolo’s meals himself. “I’m not saying I can’t cook, just…” You trail off again as you take another turn, having no idea where the two of you are. You blanch for a second, maybe those rumors about him having a torture chamber are real, and he’s taking you there! Crap crap crap. 

“You have never had to prepare a meal for so many before, I take it?” Ok maybe you aren’t going to be tortured. 

“Yeah.” Feeling your eyebrows quirk together as you look at Barbatos once more when he pauses in front of a set of steel doors that remind you of ones you’ve seen in restaurants. “Well.” You look at the glass instead of at the demon. “I’m not really sure anything I make would be fit for a table with someone like Lord Diavolo eating at it.” Letting your voice grow a little softer. “And after the fruit incident, I don’t wanna get bitten again.” 

“Fruit incident?” Pushing the door open you’re forced to tell him about when you tried to help Mammon and Levi in the kitchen and covered it in fruit juice after the Devildom produce bit you. That earns you a brief chuckle from the demonic butler. “I see. I can assure you, ingredients from the human realm can be procured for this occasion.” He smiles, and once more you feel that strange sense of deja vu from him. Stepping in behind him into what you notice is a kitchen, only to drop to the ground when a whisk is sent flying. 

“Barbatos! No. 6 keeps eating all the stewed shadow hog!” 

A burp echoes around the space, one that reminds you of Beel, yet not as bone chilling. “It’s really good.” 

You look up from your position on the ground to see a shadowy ball-like object hovering nearby with pink horns sprouting from its head. “No. 5, your sauce is starting to froth.” Another voice calls and your eyes shift to land on another ball figure that looks like the first but with green horns. 

Barbatos says your name as he sweeps his arm across the kitchen, after helping you stand again. “Meet the Little D.’s.” A soft chuckle that is anything but amused as his eyes land on one of the balls with reddish-orange horns. “While they are a rather rambunctious group of demons, they work well when provided with specific instructions.” 

“They’re demons…” You can’t help but trail off as you glance around the room at each of them. Trying to keep your expression neutral while inside you are screaming. They’re so adorable! You wanna just grab one of them and see if you can squish them! 

“Indeed.” Unaware of Barbatos watching your reactions like a hawk. “I believe they should be able to assist-” 

“Who are you?” The pink-horned demon is directly in front of you, and you can’t help but blink at him. Stating your name, unsure as to how quickly he got there since he had been checking the pot a moment ago. “You’re adorable!” The demon faces Barbatos and points the whisk in his hand at you. “Can we keep her?” 

“Can we?” Jumping as another demon appears at your side, this one with purple horns, his small hands grab your side. “She seems nice, unlike you and Lord Diavolo. She might not make us work so hard.” 

Oh. There is a story there. No doubt about it, and you find it kind of cute how clingy they’re all being as another approaches you. One with blue horns. 

“All of you, back to work.” Crossing his arms as he floats in front of you. “I would rather not deal with the repercussions if anything fails.” While the words are serious and the two that had been close to you move away, back toward the food they were prepping, you try to hold back a laugh. His voice was so squeaky!!! 

“No. 1.” Barbatos tilts his head, and you finally turn your attention back to him. “Will you show our guest around the kitchen? After the brief tour, have No. 2 bring her back to the lobby and take a list of anything she requests since all of you will be assisting her with cooking lunch on the 3rd day of the retreat.” 

So much for trying to argue with Barbatos, but at least now you know you aren’t going to be cooking alone. A task you weren’t even sure you would have been able to manage if you were just cooking for Beel. 

Notes:

I might take a break from this for a bit, because I want to try and get the next chapter to cover the entire portion of the castle arc and forming a pact with Asmo. We'll see what happens though.

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Good Lord above I am distracted wondering how much lower that open jacket goes...

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Boot - Sheep short

Rating: PG

CW: Abused pastry

Word count: .3

AN: I had this thought pop into my head because of Sinner's choice and decided to write it. And... decided to make a series of shorts that relate to: Love, Demonic drama, and why am I a sheep?! Partly to jump around in the series and because I seem to never be able to stick to a single project...

“I’m sorry, I need you to say that again.” The pastry dough you had been working on fell from your hands to the floured countertop with a fwop that sent a tiny cloud of white into the air. 

While Barbatos just looked at you with the slightest tilt to his head, his black apron was impeccable compared to yours. “How you need to be more gentle with the dough?”

“No!” Your arms forming an “X” as you widen your stance. “You need to explain what you just said about stepping on Lucifer!” 

“Ah.” A smirk on his face as he closes his eyes, reminding you of a Cheshire cat. “That.” You feel the corners of your mouth twitch upwards as you’re about to learn some more dirt about the Avatar of Pride. All while getting a Devildom baking lesson from Barbatos, you are so winning today. These lessons have done wonders for getting you over your aversion to fruit that can bite back.

“That was nothing.” You feel like a character in one of Levi’s anime shows as you almost fall over from the massive letdown. 

“Barbatos!” Yelling before pointing at him. “You did that on purpose!” Now you understand why Diavolo occasionally mentions that Barbatos is far more playful than anyone gives him credit for. He’s dangling the information in front of you like a prize.

“I have no idea what you might be referring to.” His attention returned to the fruit compote he was making to go inside the tarts you were supposed to be making. You go back to your dough that needs to be folded a few more times. Of course, he wouldn’t just go into more details, that would be like giving you a reward. “I merely mentioned how Lucifer needed a reminder when he first fell that throwing a tantrum would not help him. By way of my boot.” 

“Barbatos!” Dropping the dough again. “You are doing this on purpose!” 

Diavolo could hear you yelling from his office, and all he could do was chuckle. Curious as to what his dear steward could be doing to cause you to respond in such a way, and he was wondering if he could slip away to investigate for himself.

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A speeding Dog, or an Angel?

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: eventual Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Brother drama, Lucifer being smug, mentions of violence, Luke being a crybaby.

Word count: Roughly 2.5K

Chapter Fifty-Five, Sure enough you arrive at the Demon Lord's castle before the other exchange students, and Lucifer is way too smug about it.

Follows the events of Obey me! One master to rule them all with Lucifer as the eventual love interest and more of a sibling bond with the other brothers.

Prefer A03? Read it here.

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Images belong to Solmare.

“Well, good morning!” You’re barely past the doors of the Demon Lord’s castle, and Lord Diavolo is standing there in the center of the ornate entrance with a wide grin. The fact that he’s already there long before the time that Lucifer had stated you were all expected, you can’t help but wonder just how long he’s been standing there waiting. “I must say, I couldn't wait for you to arrive!” Something about his demeanor in this moment reminds you of a dog. Sort of like a golden retriever all excited to see people. 

“Welcome to the Demon Lord’s Castle.” Standing just behind Diavolo and a little to his right, Barbatos has one of his hands over his chest as he gives the slightest inclination of his head forward. “It’s a pleasure to have you here.” You don’t know what is about that minuscule smile of his, but it makes your spine straighten after your entire body shivers. 

“Good morning, Diavolo.” Watching as Lucifer at the head of your group, moves closer to the prince and nods his head at him before turning to his butler. “And you too, Barbatos.” You frown as he seems to make a show of looking around before a smirk appears on his face. He reminds you of a peacock in this moment, like he’s far too satisfied with something.

“Well, it seems that neither Solomon nor the angels have arrived yet, have they?” 

“Are you shitting me.” Feeling your jaw drop at his statement. After all that drama at the house to make sure you all left early to beat them. “You son of a-” 

“Man, now that’s just shameless.” It seems Mammon isn’t all that impressed with his brother either. “Listen to you pretendin’ like you didn’t hurry over here, all frantic to make it to Lord Diavolo before Solomon and the angels could.” Crossing his arms as he looks at Lucifer over the edge of his sunglasses as his brother moves closer to him. “Ya sure you just didn’t want to impress Lord Dia- Ow!” 

Lucifer lets out a low hum, after stepping on Mammon’s foot with enough force that you wince. “Did you say something Mammon?” It’s kind of funny, watching as Mammon’s face goes red and the veins on his neck start to show, but aside from the initial noise, he’s trying to hold back. 

“He’s pointing out how you made us get here as soon as possible to make a good impression. Like a loyal lap dog.” That gets you a glare, and here you thought he was in a good mood earlier. 

“Sometimes I think you try to see how far you can push Lucifer before he snaps.” Levi’s voice is low a whine as he whispers the words just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Well it’s not like he’s beating the allegations of being more than his right hand when he does shit like that.” Hissing back just as low. In the middle of the week when Levi and Mammon had been trying to help you understand ancient Devildom script in the library you had come across something that made the three of you squirm hidden in the pages of one of the books. A rendition of Lucifer and Diavolo in a rather compromising position, the art wasn’t bad, but you still feel like you need some bleach for your eyeballs. 

“Well, Lucifer, Mammon, I see that you two are getting along swimmingly as usual.” Diavolo starts laughing, and you’re glad for it, since it means that, more than likely, no one is paying attention to you and Levi. Plus it pulls you back from that horrible, horrible memory.

“At least Mammon is predictable.” You glance at Asmodeus as he pulls out a compact mirror and frowns at the reflection. “No matter what, you can always count on him to act stupid.” That makes you roll your eyes. It is really funny for him, of all people, to say that as he uses his pinky to rub at the skin just under his bottom lip. 

“It’s embarrassing to think that Solomon and the angels are about to get a front row seat to all of Mammon’s idiocy.” A sigh from Satan as he piles on. It’s the first thing he’s said since all of you left the House of Lamentation, and you can’t help but watch the blond from the corner of your eye. 

“Maybe if you guys didn’t call him scum all the time, he wouldn’t have a reason to act like an idiot.” Crossing your arms as you tap your foot. Sure, Mammon has his moments, but from what you’ve seen, it’s because he’s too genuine in his reactions and feelings. 

“Hey!” Mammon snaps at last. Only for anything else that was about to be said to be swallowed by the doors to the castle entrance being opened again. 

“Speaking of our other guests, they’ve just arrived.” A chuckle from Barbatos. This one doesn’t make you shiver like usual. It almost sounds… playful? Maybe there’s more to him than just the stoic, terrifying demon butler presence he seems to emanate. 

Sure enough, from the doors, you can see Simeon and Solomon walking in. Both men seem to have a bag similar in size to yours and Lucifer’s which makes you feel better again in regards to how much you had packed. 

“Hello, and good morning!” Damnit. Simeon is wearing that outfit that shows enough skin that you wonder if he’s actually an angel like he claims to be. It’s not even the amount of skin that's showing that makes you flush, it’s the damn location. “We’ve already got quite the crowd here, don’t we?” You haven’t seen him since the day of the underground tomb event, so you try to make eye contact with him. An attempt to be polite and not make it seem like you're staring at those stupid little hip windows. 

“You demons sure know how to get an early start. I see you managed to get here before us.” There is no doubt about it. The only other human in the exchange, probably the entire Devildom, is well aware that Lucifer planned it that way. “I see you managed to remember to bring the Little La-” 

You barely see the white blur before it launches into your form. A cry of your name from the figure as the wind is forced from your lungs from the impact against your abdomen. You can feel your eyes water as your body tries to absorb the shock, missing the comments from the three demons you have pacts with as your brain eventually figures out what, or more correctly, who had slammed into you. 

It might have helped that Luke kept saying your name and crying so hard that he was starting to make your shirt wet. “I’m so happy you’re all right…!” You can only reach out a hand to pat the top of his hat. “So, so happy.” He might be covering your shirt as he blubbers but it makes something inside your chest shift. “There aren’t even words…!” 

Clearly, he does have the words, and you let a small watery laugh. “I’m happy to see you, too, Luke.” Still patting his head as you watched him pull his face away from your shirt. His eyes rimmed red, and his face splotchy and it makes you feel your smile grow a little softer. “I missed you while you were gone.” You know, telling him to dry his tears isn’t going to work; if anything, it might upset the little angel more. 

“I’m so, so sorry.” It feels like an arrow right to your heart with how depressed he sounds. “It was all my fault…” 

“Hey now.” Reaching down to wipe at the tears on his cheeks. “Don’t say things like that, Luke. None of what happened was your fault.” Tilting your head a bit to the side, you gave the little blond a crooked smile to try and lighten the mood. “I thought by now you’d know I liked to cause trouble for myself.” Sticking your tongue out at him. 

“But-” 

“No buts. If you keep crying and clinging to me like this, the others are just gonna double down on calling you a chihuahua.” Giving him a wink as he looked around, a small flush formed on his cheeks. Like the moment he saw you, he forgot that you were all in public. 

“I was really worried the whole time I was back in the Celestial realm.” His voice was softer, like he was whispering the words just for you to hear. “But it’s such a relief to see you safe and sound.” 

“And I missed you.” Lifting his hat to ruffle his hair and watch his expression shift to one of annoyance. “Who else is going to keep me from falling asleep during ancient Devildom history if you aren’t there?” 

“Hey!” You let out another laugh. Missing the conversation that was happening around the two of you. 

“What’s all this about?” Satan was watching the exchange, his head tilted to the side. 

“I’m guessing he must feel responsible for what happened…You know, for how Lucifer-” Asmo started talking as he watched the scene as well. Only for Satan to cut him off. 

“Not that part.” Rolling his green eyes. “Why is he acting like a blubbering mess because of it? It’s not as if she actually died.” For Satan, the display of emotion didn’t make sense. As far as he knew, the two of them hadn’t been all that close before the events that led up to the underground tomb. To see the angel that upset was just making his brain spin. He understood what the emotions should have been, but Luke was clinging to her like he was a child who put a parent in mortal danger.

“Luke has been doing some reflecting back home,” Simeon answered, with a soft chuckle like wind chimes. “I think not seeing her in person had him spiraling a little while imagining the worst.” At least that made a little more sense to Satan than the waterworks. 

“I heard rumors that you and Diavolo met and mediated a solution together. Is that right?” Solomon took the moment to slide in and drop that information with his fingers tapping his chin. “Seeing as two of the exchange students had been threatened while under the Demon Prince’s protection.” 

“Yes, we did.” Simeon nodded, shifting his stance so one of his hands was resting on his hip. “Though you were already aware of that, Solomon, so I’m not sure why you would bring that up.” 

The human sorcerer let out a laugh, just as Luke released you from his attempted bear hug, causing you to turn towards him. “Perhaps I simply wanted everyone to be aware since this is the first time since the incident that all the exchange students are in the same place.” 

You know what incident he means, but you can’t help but wonder what in the heck they had been talking about before to cause that to come up. You aren’t sure if you should ask or not, glancing around the room at the expressions on everyone’s faces. At least until your eyes land on Lucifer. 

Who is glaring at Luke like he’s offended him. 

You shift your stance a little, inching just a bit closer to the boy. He just got back; he doesn’t need to get a riled up by the Avatar of Pride again. 

“ All right, then.” Diavolo lets his voice carry through the entrance with the ease that comes from those used to commanding a crowd with their presence. “Now that we’re all here, perhaps we should go ahead and explain how this retreat is going to work.” At that, Barbatos takes over with a more in-depth explanation of the items that had been on the image Lucifer had texted all of you. Most of it, you tuned out as the brothers began to bicker about anything and everything. 

You didn’t understand how someone as serious as Barbatos could let them interrupt him as much as they did. Maybe he was just as used to the antics and found them to be nothing to worry about. 

As you watched him, something about the way his green eyes swept the crowd had a strange, queasy feeling start in your chest. It seemed almost familiar. You just didn’t know where. 

“Then on day three-the final day-we’ll get to enjoy food from the human world for lunch, which our gracious female exchange student will be preparing for us.” Those words make your neck snap up as you stop trying to place Barbatos’s eyes at that comment. 

“Ugh. Come again?” 

“You are preparing lunch for us on the third day? Are you not?” So much for thinking Barbatos was unflappable with the way his eyes widen. “I did send notice regarding our plans. It was also discussed during the student council meeting.” 

“If that’s the case, why am I only hearing about it now?!” You do not want to cook for these demons! Or for the angels, and Solomon. You aren’t even on the rotation for cooking at the House of Lametation. 

It’s not because you can’t cook. Your grandmother, from the moment you stood on her doorstep after leaving the penthouse that had been your cage, had been determined to ensure you knew how to feed yourself. The problem was that you didn’t think you could cook to scale for that many people, and your food never looked all that appetizing. 

Plus… You didn’t want to touch anything in the Devildom after that fruit had split to show it had teeth and had bitten you when you were stuck in your sheep form. 

“Mammon.” Lucifer’s voice rings out in the space, and you feel the chill run down your spine. “I believe I told you to let her know about this?” Clicking his tongue at the end. 

You don’t know if you feel better that his cold rage isn’t directed at you, or if you feel terrible for Mammon who looks ready to disappear into the floor. “W-Wait a minute…” Stammering as he started to rub at the back of his head. “Didn’t I, um, mention that?” You can see it in his eyes that he is trying to plead with you to back him up on this one. 

“Not at all.” Crossing your arms as you frown at him. He could have said something instead of complaining about this trip being a drag all week! 

“Mammon-” 

Barbatos let out a sigh before he stepped closer to you. “I should have realized something was amiss when I did not receive a request for supplies from you. After everyone is settled in their rooms, I’ll come find you, and we can discuss the details.” You feel your face grow cold. You’re about to argue when the butler gives you the smallest smile that, for once, doesn’t make your blood freeze in your veins. “I know you have your concerns; however, the alternative is Solomon cooking.” That cold malice seems to be back, and you can’t help but feel your stomach drop to your toes at how intense his eyes have become. “I refuse to let the Young Master suffer that injustice.” You don’t know if that comment should concern you more than it does, but his meaning is clear. 

You’re cooking on the final day, like it or not.

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Lucifer Birthday 2026

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Vague smut, bruises, bite marks, getting dressed, teasing, wanting to cause a scene, somewhat domestic, married couple. Some spoilers for Obey Me, IDO.

Word count: Roughly .9K

A/N: Sort of random, I just let my brain run after seeing those Sinner Choice images...

Prefer AO3? You can read it here

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Images belong to Solmare.

You feel your lips quirk as you gaze at yourself in the mirror, finishing getting dressed for the party Diavolo is throwing tonight. It seems the King of the Devildom is getting better at finding excuses since both you and Lucifer know it’s not about Lucifer’s birthday. 

On the surface.

You and the brothers, as well as the angels who were invited, knew better. 

Satan had even been complaining to you over texts how Diavolo was making things more difficult for him as his first consul. At least he had convinced him to forgo a cake. 

“Are you going to cover that?” Lucifer whispers as he steps up behind you, adjusting the collar of his jacket. In the mirror, you follow his gaze to the side of your neck, covered in bruises and scratches from what the two of you had been doing most of the day as part of your own celebration. Licking your lips as you remember the way he had pinned you against the couch in your living room for one round. Jackhammering into your core from behind, forcing you to smack against the armrest. His arms holding you tight, squeezing one of your breasts while whispering filth in your ear, when he wasn’t dragging his teeth along your neck. 

“No.” Adjusting the way the bodice of your dress is sitting. “Satan told me that some of the Clauderic family are going to be there.” Letting out an annoyed snort. “Including that bitch who tried to marry you.” 

“That is not an appropriate reason to leave that much…” Lucifer trails off as you raise an eyebrow at him, your lips in a fine line. You never thought you’d be able to get Lucifer to pause in a way that you can see hia adam’s apple bob through the gap in the black lapels. “Evidence.” 

“Yes, it is.” Grabbing a bobby pin to adjust your hair. “Mostly since that woman goes around at these functions taking pot shots that you’re embarrassed because of me.” 

“While I support your reason for wanting to show off those marks.” Lucifer leans down, pressing his lips to an unmarked portion of skin on one of your traps. “It does leave me with a certain level of pride, and makes the more possessive side of me preen.” You feel your back arch as he nips you with those sharp fangs, and you watch as the skin reacts to the newest damage.

“Wow.” Dragging out the word while, trying to ignore his hand on your hip. “You didn’t even try to deny that I embarrass you.” 

“As much as they are rare.” His fingers tighten the slightest amount in a way that reminds you of more recent physical activity. “You do have your moments that I feel second-hand embarrassment.” Shifting his head so his bottom lip brushes against your earlobe. “If you arrive with those marks on display, my brothers will certainly object and draw attention.” 

“That is not a me problem.” If anything, having his siblings get upset over the marks will have them making snide remarks to Lucifer all night. Which could either make him jealous or annoyed. 

“Simeon and Raphael will be there.” A shift in his tactics. 

“Simeon will laugh and ask if you’re taking care of me.” His hand isn’t at your hip any longer, sliding lower as his fingers probe for the slit along the side. “Raphael will ignore it.” Even if he does take notice, the more stoic angel is never going to comment on it in public. 

“If I promise more of this afternoon when we return, will you agree to hide it?” You let out a chuckle when the leather tips of his fingers brush your leg. 

“We both know that’s going to happen regardless.” Shifting your weight so your back was pressed against his chest, the metal buttons are cool compared to the rest of him.

“You're making it hard to negotiate.” Mouthing at the skin just under your earlobe, and you hum, you have no intention of hiding anything. Let that Clauderic woman make her comments when how he feels about you is on display. Only for Lucifer to pull out the big guns and make you frown. “Luke will be there.” 

Damn him. He really isn’t pulling any punches with that one. 

“Fine.” Pouting as you reached for some concealer to hide the marks. When the youngest angel looks at you and asks what happened, it always leaves a pit in your stomach. You can’t tell him about what adults do, regardless of the fact that the boy is technically older than you. 

“If you want to deal with that demon from the attempted arranged marriage.” His fingers rising higher, and you find yourself pausing. “I am not against her finding us in a…” You let out a soft whine when he presses against your clothed core. “Compromising position.” You can’t help but lick your lips at the idea, as much as you doubt it would actually be that naughty, given Lucifer’s preference for privacy, it does sound enticing. 

“At this rate, we’re not leaving on time.” 

“We can be quick.” A lie, but not one you’ll complain about as you enjoy his touch and ignore hiding the marks for now, instead making eye contact in the mirror and smirking. Who’s going to blame the Avatar of Pride for being late to a party that isn’t about his birthday that falls on his birthday. 

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Sinner's choice has new photos, and what's the first thing I notice?

LOOK AT THOSE TEETH

Suffice to say the Professor Lucifer update is gonna be delayed while my brain stews over them fangs.

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Do Merfolk keep humans for companions?

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Katakuri X F!Reader

CW: Merman Katakuri, human reader, monster/human relationship, mentions of violence, mentions of death, implied suicidal thoughts, courting, obvious reader, breeding, penis in vaginal sex, overstimulation, non-human genitalia.

Word count: Roughly 6.8K

A/N: Part two. You reflect on what the last three years have been like for you, and some of the more important moments you and Katakuri have had. Only to realize he's grown fond of the island you're on for an interesting reason.

Part One

Prefer A03? Read it here.

You flinch when you hear rocks crack, the movement sending sand flying upwards into the air. You’d roll your eyes, but it would be wasted effort since Katakuri, the cause of the noise, is somewhere inside the cave on this little island. 

Even if he could see it, after roughly three years of traveling with the eel merman, you’d be lucky if he even registered the gesture as a sign of your annoyance. Well. He’d know you were annoyed; he just might not make the connection that it was because of him. 

For the past month, since the two of you had found this island, if the small sand bar attached to a jagged hunk of rock could be called an island, Katakuri has been spending from dawn until dusk inside the small cavern. Doing whatever it is he’s been doing in there. You know it involves smashing rock from the sound of it; other than that, you have zero idea what he’s up to. 

Much like when he first saved you. You hadn’t expected him to let you remain with him. With the sun-warmed sand around you, and the gentle lapping of the waves at your legs, you let yourself relax, remembering that night. 

Your legs couldn’t even support your weight when he placed you on the dark edge of the dock, falling to your hands as your body registered that you were back on land. Yet before he could leave, you were turning, scrambling almost. “Katakuri!” Yelling out to him in hopes he hasn’t left yet. 

He’s still there, sunk beneath the waves with just his head out of the water. Watching you. Waiting. 

“Wherever you were when they found you, you can’t go back!” The scientist's words are clear in your mind. “They want to try and recapture you.” 

“Why?” You just blink at him. Does he not realize how important he is to them?!

“Why? So they can throw you back in a tank and keep experimenting on you! Do you not realize how important you are to them?!” You know he’s intelligent; they told you he almost died when they caught them and during transport. Though now, after learning they were adding bacteria to his water on purpose, you can’t help but wonder if that was a lie.

“Why tell me?” Oh. That seems more like what you’ve learned in the past few weeks. 

“I don’t want them to put you in a tank again.” If they did catch him, they won’t let the same escape happen twice. You also won’t be there. Which makes you realize something. “I can’t go home.” They rolled you off the ship attached to something that was dragging you down. No doubt they’ve already come up with some kind of excuse to claim you died in a work accident. 

With how quickly they worked when you were hurt, you suspect they’ve been moving even quicker to clean up the remnants of your life. You feel your blood run cold. You have no idea what to do, how are you even going to feed yourself? You don’t have money, you don’t have family, you're on your own, and you possibly don’t even exist anymore in government systems to get a new job. 

“Come with me.” Your head snaps upward from where you had been staring at the stained cement under your hands. You were talking out loud, and it seems the merman is taking pity on you. 

“Ok.” You’re bawling your eyes out, telling yourself maybe you start over in another country or something. If your emotional state bothers him, he doesn’t say anything, just helps you back down from the dock before tucking you against his side and darting off into the open sea.

You didn’t start over in another country. 

Instead, as you had traveled, you noticed Katakuri seemed to have places in mind as he moved through the ocean. He’d wait until dark, then slip closer to the shore to let you wander. He was also damn good at stealing without getting caught too. 

He realized you couldn’t stay in your old clothes covered in blood from when the scientists had knocked you out.  As well as that, you couldn’t eat some of the food he did. You have to give him credit, when he showed up with a waterproof bag, and refused to tell you how he got it, you weren’t too mad at him. 

Some of the clothes fit, and anything that didn’t you left behind. Keeping dry goods inside the bag and a few odd things that needed to be kept dry. 

Yet, the longer the two of you traveled, the more you came to realize that all the places you visited, he seemed familiar with. Which prompted you to ask him one day. 

“What are you looking for?” 

“My siblings.” You aren’t sure what to do with that information. Knowing there’s more than just him makes that primal part of your brain flinch. While the rest of your brain is wondering where they could be hiding and how humans didn’t find them, but the ocean is vast and there are still lots of places your species can’t go. 

“Maybe I can help?” He remained silent as he swam, and you clung to his back, holding onto his shoulder and wedged against his dorsal fin. “I could ask the locals if they noticed anything strange. It might help with information at least.” 

As the months passed and you never learned anything, you felt useless. Nothing ever turned up, and your questions just made it so you were even more wary of other humans than before. 

“I hate that I’m so useless.” Grousing as you tossed the bones from your fish into the small fire just past the edge of the water. “I can’t even pay you back with hints and clues that might help you find your siblings.” 

“Most of them are dead.” There was a note of something in Katakuri’s voice, like a thread of longing. His arms are folded with his head resting on them as he watches the flickering flames from the water. 

You learned some time ago that he can drag his bulk on land for a short amount of time, but his preference is to remain with most of his body in the water. In rare moments like now, when the small waves still manage to hit the edge of his elbows, you appreciate his company.

He’s always serious, to the point that half the time you don’t know if you should prod him for more information or not. Yet with that bomb drop. 

“Will you tell me about it?” 

“They found our home and killed most of them while trying to capture us.” He doesn’t move, and the pitch of his voice doesn’t change. “Not all of us were made to survive outside of the depths.” One of his arms moves, reaching up to scratch his talons along his scaled jaw. “That is all I will say on the matter.”

“Katakuri?” Your voice is soft as you shift. Letting the word hang in the air for a moment. “I’m sorry.” Whispering it when his dark eyes meet yours. You don’t say anything else. What else could you say anyway? He made it clear he doesn’t want to talk about it, and who could blame him? 

Now, at least, you feel you understand him a little better. When you learned he had siblings, you couldn’t make sense of why he didn’t want to try to survive in the tank. Family means something to try to hold onto. If they were dead… He probably saw no reason to try to escape on his own when he couldn’t find a way out. 

That it would have been better to die there, instead of surviving and letting them learn more. 

You don’t remember when the tears started that night. You do remember neither of you moving until even the coals of your little fire had gone out, the only light remaining that of the stars.

Another crack makes you flinch, rolling onto your side and noticing the tide has risen. You really were enjoying memory lane. Letting out a soft sigh as you sit up once more. After you had learned about his siblings, you had expected him to pull away. That, with your new knowledge of his past and the realization that your species was the reason for his loss, he’d leave you on an island and not return. 

He always came back for you. 

There were so many times you wanted to question it, to ask him why. You never did. Too afraid of the answer. You know in some way, he cares about you. He wouldn’t have kept you with him for this long if he didn’t. 

He could have also let you drown during a hurricane. 

“There is a storm coming.” He’d said it so matter-of-factly you were taken aback, but you didn’t question him. He knew how to read the currents and the way the wind shifted. 

“Do you want to drop me off on an island then?” Pointing towards the distance and what you think is a decent-sized island, if the visible palm trees are anything to go by. 

“No.” His tone even as he makes his statement. “You will remain with me.” Yet he starts making his way towards the island, only he doesn’t stop at the shore. Instead, he heads around the island, towards a rocky outcropping. 

“Katakuri?” Saying his name softly as he moves closer to the edge, feeling your confusion rise. 

“The surf will be rough here, but there will be no current.” 

“So, I’m going to spend the storm standing on a rock?” Tilting your head because that sure as hell doesn’t sound safe. 

“No. You are going to remain with me.” Feeling his hand reach towards your back and starting to remove your bag. Surprising you even more as he takes it and slips it over one of his shoulders. “If you are on the island, I won’t be able to reach you if you end up in trouble.”

He made it hard to argue with him.

You regretted it hours later when the storm was at its peak. You should have tried to argue harder, made more of a case of how, even if he couldn’t get to you, you would have been safer closer to the center of the island. 

Instead, you’re clinging to his body. Both of your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers numb as you grasp your elbows. Your face is tucked into the hollow at his throat as he keeps most of your form out of the water. Using his own body like a wall to keep the waves from hitting you, and a bit of a furnace to try and keep you warm, pressed flush against him. Straddling him in a sense, since the thickest portion of his tail, where his hips would have been if he were human, is between your legs. One of his large hands pressed against your back, his elbow folded down and against your side, trying to let more of his heat sink into you. 

“You’re alright.” Rumbled from his chest as if it somehow feels even warmer. Like he’s putting more effort into producing heat to keep you from freezing in the swirling water, his other hand is hooked into the rocks behind you, keeping you from being smashed against the harsh surface. 

You make a whining noise as an answer. You’re exhausted, but your mind refuses to let you relax. You just cling that much tighter to Katakuri, hoping the storm ends soon.

When the storm is over at last, you understand why he didn’t want to let you remain on the island alone for the duration of the storm. There’s a lot of debris from the surf, and the high winds have knocked over several trees. 

The chances of you getting hurt would have been high. 

After spending the storm in Katakuri’s embrace, the worst you suffered was how exhausted you were. The two of you spent the next day on the shore. Well. You spent the day on the shore, sleeping next to a small fire. 

What Katakuri did during that time, you’ll never know. Like most of the time when he was under the waves in the deep, and you were on the shore. 

What you do know is that when you woke up, he was nearby in the surf. Watching you from across the fire, one that now had a large flat rock partially sitting on the embers. The smell of fish in the air as the rock served as a cooking surface for thin slices of meat. He could eat it raw, and his actions were endearing. 

Your stomach growled. 

The memory of those thin strips of tuna reminds you that you hadn’t eaten much today. Pushing yourself to stand, using your hands to rub at your backside and legs to knock the loose sand away before heading towards a small alcove near the rocks. Pulling a snack from your bag as you tried to ignore how much louder the smashing of rocks was. At this rate, you’ll soon need to go back to a human town on the coast to get some more provisions. 

That makes you nervous. 

This is the longest the two of you have stayed in one area, and it has you on edge. You doubt that the scientists have given up looking for Katakuri, and remaining in one place means rumors could spread. 

Biting your thumbnail as you glance around the island, deciding to go for a short walk. Calling it just a sandbar doesn’t fully do it justice. It has a few palm trees that line the slope of the island. You assume based on the shape of it that the cave is underneath the hump in the island, and there has to be decent soil of some kind for the palms and small shrubs to have taken root. 

A small pool of water, and by small, you meant damn small. Like maybe a foot across, even if it was deeper than you’d suspected, was what you assumed kept many of the plants alive when rain didn’t come to the island. You sure as hell were never going to drink from it, but with how much effort Katakuri was putting into whatever he was doing in the cave, you were starting to wonder if you couldn’t get some root vegetables or similar to grow. 

It would be better than just wandering the island. But it would suck to start something and then leave, both because it would be wasted effort and leave behind signs someone had been on the island.

Near the top of the hill, the sound of breaking rocks is duller, like the layers of earth under your feet are serving as a sound barrier. It also reinforces your idea that the cave is under the hill. Glancing out towards the horizon, you can see the sun starting to slide lower in the sky. 

You should see if you can find any driftwood that’s washed up on the island. Right now, there’s a decent little pile for fires from the deadfall from the island flora, but it never hurts to have a bit more. 

Especially since the driftwood needs a few days to dry out before it will burn well without causing too much smoke. 

By the time you’re done with your circle of the island, the sun is starting to slip beneath the sea, which means Katakuri should be stopping soon. Making your way towards the portion of the beach that sits near the reef and the steep incline of the rocky side of the hill. 

You’re a little surprised to see a familiar head of hair sticking out of the water, crimson twinged eyes watching you before he drifted closer. 

“You finished early.” Keeping your tone dry as you approach the surf. 

“The work for today is done.” Pulling himself closer to the shore, stopping when he’s close enough to reach out and touch you. He doesn’t, but it’s nice when he seeks out your presence instead of remaining in the shallow water. 

“If I ask will you tell me what you’re doing in there anyway?” 

“Yes.” You close your eyes as you take a deep breath. Of course, he couldn’t answer what you really wanted. When you reopen your eyes, you can see that rare flicker of amusement on his serious face. 

“What are you doing in there?” Taking a sip of water from your bottle that you had walked around the island with. 

“Widening the cave and carving alcoves.” You feel your eyebrows furrow together as you look at him. 

“And why would you be doing that?” 

“You need somewhere secure when the weather turns, and the reef is a good place for raising young.” The water you had been drinking goes the wrong way as you try to cough. Hacking and smacking your chest while your eyes water. 

“Katakuri.” Your voice is hoarse as you give a few more coughs. “I feel like there is something we need to discuss about what you just said.” 

“What is there to discuss? If another storm comes like the one a year ago, you need somewhere to rest.” Folding his arms so he can rest the point of his chin into the meat of his forearm. “Somewhere I can reach.” 

“That is not what I am talking about!” Pressing your fingers into your eyebrows as you glower at him. “I mean, yes that is part of it too! I thought we had to keep moving?” 

“This island has suitable terrain to ensure our safety.” The water shifts as his tail moves. “The cave will ensure an effective hiding place should we require it.” 

“You know that’s not what I mean.” Letting your hands fall into your lap as you let out a long exhale before catching his gaze again. “What if-”

“You aren’t built to travel the waves forever.” His voice even as he speaks that single line. Letting the silence linger between the two of you for a short while. You get the feeling that if you try to bring up the scientists again, he’ll just cut you off. Eventually, he shifts, one of his large hands reaching out to land on your leg. “You’re upset.” 

“Of course I am.” Huffing at him as you try to find the right words. “I feel-” You swallow as you place your hand over his. “I feel like you have to hold yourself back because of me. That if you didn’t have to take my needs into account, you might have had more luck. Now it seems like you’ve decided to stay in one place.” Your voice grows quieter the longer you speak. “Because of me.” 

“You seem to misunderstand.” His voice was flat once again. “If I found you a burden, I would have left you behind.” 

“Ok fine. Fine.” It’s not. You imagine it’s not going to be the last time the two of you have this conversation. Again. “You need to explain the other part too.” 

“I would assume it only natural that we’d have young in the future.” Your neck, face and ears feel like they’re on fire. Damn fishman. 

“I feel like that is the crux of my concern, Katakuri.” That’s twice he’s said something about young, yet you weren’t aware that he saw you as more than his companion. Or a really strange pet he had adopted. “Are you aware that humans don’t just drop in a casual conversation the concept of having children with someone. Or dropping it as an assumption that it’s an eventuality.” He blinks at you for a moment. 

“If you do not want young that is acceptable. I would never force the idea upon you.” You let out a noise, a cross between frustration and embarrassment. 

“Katakuri.” Dragging out his name. “You skipped like, five steps in the human mating process.” Trying to frame it in a way that might make sense to him. “The first being a conversation that you are interested in, said human.” 

“Are humans dense enough that they can’t figure out when a potential mate shows interest?” 

“Not to insult myself, but we’ve been together for three years. Do I need to answer that?” You give your head a shake. “You know what, don’t answer that question. Maybe you should explain how the whole thing works for Merfolk.” 

“I’ve been doing it for the past three years.” 

Your face doesn’t feel like it’s on fire anymore. No. It feels like it melted as if you were near a volcano. “You realize you picked an idiot right?” 

“You are intelligent in other ways.” 

At least now you don’t feel so bad about finding him attractive. “So to make sure I understood this conversation correctly.” Feeling utterly exhausted as you reach down to take his hand from your thigh to trace the edges of one of his webbed fingers. “You’ve been carving out a home for us, because the past three years you’ve been courting me. Oh. And you want to have children with me someday.” 

“Yes.” 

You realize you need to ask him something else, because before tonight you really had no reason to even think about it since it had never crossed your mind before. “Is your…” You trail off because you can’t ask him what you wanted. “Are your reproductive capabilities based on mammalian ones or fish ones?”

“I have a penis.” That's it. You are going to die due to internal combustion. “We would have live young, not eggs.” 

All you do is groan, shifting in the sand and trying to bury your face against his arm. “For the record.” Wincing a little. “I’m not saying no. But I’m gonna need some time to process this conversation.” 

“We have time. I still have work to do.” If he finds your actions amusing, he doesn’t say it. Yet there’s a hint of warmth in his voice when he next speaks. “Nor are you at the point in your cycle where you are fertile.” 

“Katakuri?” 

“Yes?”

“Stop talking. I don’t even want to know how you know that.” It's official. You are going to die from embarrassment because the eel merman you’ve been traveling with has been courting you for some time, and you were too dense to take notice. 

After that, you found yourself blushing a lot more at some of Katakuri’s comments, though you did use the newfound information to your advantage. Placing your hands on the sides of his face and kissing him, explaining that it was part of human courtship. 

He didn’t get it. 

He didn’t stop you either, and from the way he started to seem to expect it in the morning, you suspected it was growing on him. 

You also took his view of turning this island into a home and running with it. When he last brought you to a nearby island for supplies, you did buy some seeds. The real question now would be whether you were capable of getting them to grow. 

If your sore hands were anything to go by, you didn’t think you were going to have much luck. Letting them soak in the chilly salt water, sitting on a rock at the edge of the reef with your legs dangling in the water. It’s there that Katakuri finds you after he returns from the depths. With what you think is a seabass in tow, the prize from his hunting trip. 

“I see you found supper.” You aren’t expecting him to answer you; he usually doesn’t, since when he brings home large fish, it tends to last a few days. Longer for him since you can only eat so much before the meat starts to turn. 

So when he swims closer with his head between your legs and his pupils widening it takes a lot of scrambling to make sure you don’t fall backward from the shock of him getting that close. “Jesus Katakuri, are you trying to scare me?” A hand over your chest as you send him a glare. Only to notice there’s a feral gleam in his eyes, and his throat keeps moving like he’s trying to swallow. “Katakuri?” You’ve never seen him like this before.

“You’re fertile.” Of course, he’d say something like that. With the two of you having had more conversations, which in your case meant learning more about courting, you had admitted you did want to be his mate. That you did want children with him if it was possible. “If you are not ready, I should return out to sea for the time being.” 

You just blink as his words sink in, and when you look at him, really look at him, you can see how the fins along his arms and back seem to be flaring. Like his body is trying to put on a display after catching your scent. 

“You say it like you’re gonna force me and I’ll get pregnant on the first try.” Letting out a small laugh as you reach down to cup the sides of his face. His skin is warm, far warmer than he normally is. 

“You will.” Tilting his jaw just enough to press the edge of his cheek against your palm. “I simply do not trust myself if you are not ready.” Your heart flutters in your chest every time Katakuri puts you and your needs first. It’s damn endearing and a little adorable for such a large creature. 

“Someone sounds pretty sure of himself for never having had sex with a human before.” It's awkward, but you lean down to press a kiss to the seam of his mouth. “I’m nervous, but I want to try it. I want you.” Letting out a small yelp when he reaches out to tug you from your seated position on the rock and into the water. 

“The sand will be better.” Tucking you against him as he makes for the beach, the seabass long forgotten. 

The beach might not be far away, but that doesn’t stop Katakuri from swimming as quickly as possible, and you’re there in record time. Feeling him shift you in his arms as he slows, so you’re pressed against his chest. Which makes it a lot easier as his pace slows for you to pepper whatever skin you can reach with kisses. 

For the past several months, even before he pointed out his affection for you, you’ve wondered what it would be like to be intimate with him. You weren’t blind to his build and how attractive he was.

Now you’re going to get to enjoy it for real instead of in your head. 

Feeling as the soft sand presses against your back, he’s right. This is a lot nicer than what it might have been if it were the rocks. Now that he’s stopped moving, you pull yourself higher, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his. Humming low in your throat. 

Aware of the sensation of his talons sliding along your outer thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher. “Is it just right into it for merfolk?” Letting a teasing tone enter your voice as you trail your hands along his shoulders. “No foreplay.” 

“Yes.” Letting out a soft giggle when he admits the single word. “A mating display would be enough.” Tugging your body down by your hips so you’re flush against where his own would be. “I am aware you will need more.” Letting out a soft gasp as he uses his hold to grind you against him. You’ve never felt that particular portion of his body before, leaving you to assume, like many marine mammals, it’s hidden until it’s needed for reproduction.

You can’t kiss his lips like this, a reminder of the difference in your sizes as he keeps moving your body against his. Instead, you focus on the pressure between your legs while you run your fingers over his chest. Mapping the scars that are dotted across the thinner portions of his hide as you press your face into the hardened ridges of his pectoral muscles. Licking some of the softest skin on his body, aware it’s for your benefit instead of his. If the way your insides are clenching, you know both his actions and your own are working. 

If it wasn’t for the ocean, you were certain your own fluids would be trickling out of you at a steady pace. The way Katakuri moves you has your clit and the folds of your cunt rubbing along his cock. Your inner walls are spasming, your arousal is growing and spreading through you. Like a tingling sensation. And yet, you can’t help but feel yourself getting more curious. 

Sliding one of your hands down between both of your bodies. You want to feel him, to wrap your fingers around his length. You can’t help but let out a gasp. You knew his dick wouldn’t look like a human one, not if it could retract inside his body. Yet the moment the tips of your fingers grasp him, you can’t help but shiver. Even the smallest part of his cock, the head is still wide, but instead of being rounded, it feels like it has a point. You can’t help it, as you blurt out the thought that crossed your mind. “Is it going to fit?” For some reason, just saying those words makes your core tighten up even more, and you can feel the fluid coating your insides.

“Your body will accept enough to be sufficient.” You whine hearing that. For some reason, it makes your entire body feel hot, barely aware of the chill water around you. You know Katakuri won’t harm you, and his words make you pant, wanting to know just how much you’ll be able to take of his length. 

“Katakuri.” Your voice has a raspy edge to it, pausing to lick your lips as you give his tip a squeeze. “Please.” Pumping your hand along the parts of his shaft that you can reach, while you rub your nose against a faint scar just below the center of his abs. “I’m ready.” 

He lets out a noise that you have no words to describe, but you feel his cock violently twitch in your hand. The force of the vibrations has you panting, with your entire body pressed against his; it’s like a low current is thrumming through you. Your core is clenching so much, your stomach is starting to hurt. Aware of Katakuri’s talons gripping your hips that much tighter as he pulls you away from his body. 

“I require your assistance.” You pause the rotation of your wrist, letting out a shuddering breath. His voice has the slightest strain, and for some reason, that makes your heart beat faster and hard enough that you think you feel it inside of your chest. Given the difference in your size, it would be hard for him to maneuver you and align his cock with your pussy. 

You’re glad he can’t see your smile as you use the hand that had been rubbing along the end of his lenght to guide the strange tip to your slit. You can feel Katakuri go still, like he's trying to hold himself back. Concerned that if he moves too quickly, he might hurt you.  Too bad for him that it gives you a moment to take control of the situation. Rubbing him against your folds in a way that he pushes just inside of you for a moment before being pulled out. Hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves as you use his length to tease yourself, small pants escaping you as you start to rut your hips to chase a bit more pressure than when he was rubbing you against him. 

You don’t know how long he lets you tease yourself, just that your body is feeling warm, while your head is a little fuzzy. 

“You are making it both difficult to remember you are human, while wanting to end your teasing and breed you.” The words hissed, and the idea of his jaw clenched tight, those razor-sharp fangs parted just enough to let him speak with his eyes closed, almost pushes you over the edge. 

Almost. 

“You just feel so good.” Whispering against his skin. Now that you’ve been called out, you realize his entire body is tense from holding back and letting you enjoy yourself. You had told him earlier you were ready; now you know beyond a doubt you are. Your insides clench around nothing with a dull ache in the deepest parts of you from all the small movements of the muscles that have been going on for so long. 

The time for teasing is over. 

You take in a long, slow, deep breath, lining him up before you shift so the tip starts to spread you open. You wish you could watch, but your imagination is helping, since with how easily he’s sliding into you and the pressure against your slick walls increasing, you can envision being speared on his cock. How wide you’re being stretched to accommodate his girth based on the burn of your muscles, hovering on painful. 

Katakuri makes another noise, and you’re more aware of his talons tightening on your hips. You keep focusing on your breathing as you keep moving, taking more of him slowly as you rock your hips. You feel so full, and with your hand pumping along the smooth shaft, you're aware of how little of his dick is inside of you. Damn physics, because you’d love to have his entire length stuffed in your hole, twitching and putting pressure in all the right places.

“I see…” You trail off to swallow when the very end of his tip brushes against your cervix. Your entire body tenses from the sensation, unsure if it was painful or pleasurable. The fingers of your hand on his chest are exerting enough downward force that the ends are paling, trying to keep your brain from short circuiting. 

“That seems to be-” Cutting himself off to let out a groan that makes your wall clamp down around him, hyper aware of the spasming muscles. “The limit.” Your eyes feel like they could roll back into your head. Trying to find enough brain cells to rub together to agree with him, since you had been about to comment that you understood what he meant earlier about how your body would be able to take enough of him. 

Neither of you moves for the next few moments. Only aware of the movements of your inner walls, the pulsing of his cock, almost in time to the shifting of his chest as he breathes. Both of you are waiting for the tremors of your bodies to slow. To let yourself adapt to the feeling. 

With all the teasing earlier, you’ve been hovering at the edge. So close to an orgasm that you don’t know how you haven’t tumbled into that mind-numbing oblivion yet. Now, you can feel yourself being pulled back, more aware of the way your chest is heaving like you’ve been running a race instead of being split open by the penis of an eel merman three times your size. Your grip on his length loosens to finally let him go, planting it beside your other hand on his expansive chest. 

“Katakuri.” Whispering his name, knowing he’ll hear you, he always does. Starting to press your lips against whatever skin you can reach. “I love you.” Saying the words out loud for the first time comes as a relief.  “I love how you’re making me- us a home.” Your fingers are moving, following the hardened ridges of skin as you drag your bottom lip against his chest. “I know you’re going to hold back so you don’t hurt me.” Nipping at the raised patch of hardened skin that covers his pectoral muscles. “So please.” Letting your voice turn into a whine as you roll your hips, his tip firmly against your cervix. “Breed me.” 

“Do not complain after our mating.” It’s all he says before his hold on your body shifts, starting to move you in time with his undulating form. Allowing him to control how quickly he thrusts in and out of you. Setting a pace you would never be able to set, let alone match, all you can do is moan as your cooling orgasm flares back full force. You can feel everything, and it isn’t long before you feel that familiar tingling along your spine, your legs jerking with micro spasms, toes curling as your orgasm hits you. 

Katakuri doesn’t stop. One of his large hands adjusts his grip, so the fine scales along his thumb are hovering over your clit. Every so often, knocking into the sensitive bud and pulling another orgasm from your core. 

You just keep moaning his name between your pants and whining. Pressed more and more into the sand as Katakuri keeps moving, never forcing more than you can take into your slick core. His grip loosens for an instant, and you feel a searing heat spread in the deepest part of you. Your eyes closed as you revel in the sensation of being filled in a different way. 

Only. 

Katakuri doesn’t stop. 

His pace remains the same, still moving you at a pace that brings tears to the corners of your eyes. “Kata-” Your attempt to call his name broken off by a moan when he presses his thumb against the bundle of nerves. 

“One will not be enough.” Feeling him shift, dragging the two of you out into slightly deeper water, but you can still feel the soft sand under you when he thrusts downward. “I will fill you, over and over again, all night.” That same searing heat spreads inside of you to the point you know his cum must be leaking from where you are joined with how much he seems to pump into you. “To ensure you are carrying our young.” 

The moment he said “our young”, your body feels like it’s been touched by a live wire. Your walls clench down, impossibly tight, like you’ll stop him from moving. To keep all his cum inside of you, because in the short time since you became aware of exactly what he felt for you, that it wasn’t a one-sided attraction, you’ve come to realize you want more with him. It doesn’t matter that your child will probably be like him, that you won’t be able to teach them everything you should as a parent. He’ll be there to help you, just like he has since the two of you saved each other.

You’ve never wanted to kiss him so badly as you do right now. Forced to settle for your hands reaching as high on his body as they can. Barely grasping his shoulders as you mouth at the thicker portions of his hide over his heart. You can endure this, as much as your body is starting to feel the exhaustion from so many orgasms, you want it. 

All of it. 

When the first hint of dawn comes, Katakuri is still moving. Parts of you are numb, pressed into the sand at low tide, his cum leaking out around his member as he holds his body up with one hand. Trying to keep moving, panting “one more” over and over as his form trembles. 

Just as the sun peaks over the horizon, you feel him freeze. That searing heat returning as a load that feels impossible large is pumped into you. His head hangs down after a moment, his eyes almost closed as he watches you wrecked under him. “Sleep.” One word, and you nod. Feeling his weight settle over you, but his length remaining in your core like he can stem the flow of cum. 

Sleep sounds good. Letting your eyes close at last, your body thrumming from the exertion. Yet you have the strength to reach down, your fingers sweeping over the skin above your womb. A soft smile on your face, as you fall into dreams of a smaller version of Katakuri that is far more curious about this world. 

The next time you wake up, you’re still pressed against Katakuri. Only he’s floating on his back, a hand holding you in place while the noon sun warms the shallow waters of the reef. 

If the feeling in your legs is anything to go by, you aren’t walking today. Or tomorrow for that matter. Parting your lips as you start to lift your head. “Katakuri-” 

“You require more rest.” You decide it’s not worth arguing. He’ll realize you were going to ask about that seabass and how you still need to eat later.

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The first morning of the retreat

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: eventual Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Implied grooming, implied abuse, talk of past, past violence, gore like imagery

Word count: Roughly 2.2K

It's the first morning of the retreat. Or should you say the first day since you still woke up at the House of Lamentation?

Follows the events of Obey me! One master to rule them all with Lucifer as the eventual love interest and more of a sibling bond with the other brothers.

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Images belong to Solmare.

Before you knew it, it was the first morning of the three-day retreat at the Demon Lord’s castle. A few things thrown in a bag that you toss over your shoulder that should be enough to get you through the next couple of days. 

You aren’t sure what to expect of this so-called retreat, but since it aligns with a Devildom Holiday, you get the feeling you’re going to learn more about Diavolo’s Grandfather. Or maybe it’s to give the exchange students more of a general lesson about the royal family. Either way, you’re sort of looking forward to it, just not the party tomorrow night.

Part of you is hoping you can hide somewhere, pretending that you aren’t feeling well. Giving your room a final glance before heading towards the door and out to the main entrance.

Lucifer had sent a text in the group chat that included you and his brothers. Honestly, it had felt kind of like an order with how he had the time and place written three times in the text which had you rolling your eyes the night before as you watched a movie with Mammon and Beel in your room. 

This morning though, since you didn’t want to risk him getting after you like an annoyed mother hen, you were planning to be there before the time he wanted. 

Just as you step past one of the stone statues that is in the entry way a voice yells in your ear. “All right! It’s finally time for our retreat!” Wrapping an arm around you the moment he saw you, Mammon seems way to happy. “Three days and two nights! So, Lamb! Are you pumped for this or what?!” 

When he first heard about it, he was saying how it's like something out of a horror story, and that he was sure Barbatos had a hidden torture room in the place. Now he’s acting like he won the lottery or something similar. Pretty different from how he was acting not even eight hours earlier. “Sort of.” Giving him just enough of an answer without risking the reveal of your plan to ditch tomorrow night. 

“Hey now, come on!” Lifting his hand to ruffle your hair like you’re a pet of some kind. “Let’s hear some more excitement, eh! It won’t be every day ya get to stay at the Demon Lord’s castle with all that nice treasure.” Oh, he is already planning to try to steal some stuff to sell it. That explains the one eighty in his feelings. 

“Do not involve me in your schemes.” Deadpanning as you try to slip free from his unwanted brotherly affection. 

“Schemes?!” Stepping away from you with mock offense in his voice, his hand held out like you’ve mortally wounded him. “Me? Oh Lamb, how you wound me. And here I thought we were friends.” 

“You do scheme.” Snorted from Levi as he made his way down the stairs, carrying what looked like a travel trunk large enough for you to fit into. “And, you’re being really loud. Seriously, Mammon, you don’t need to yell like that first thing in the morning.” Like he’s one to talk. Half the time Levi is yelling just as loudly, if not more so, than his brother. Sure it’s about an anime or video game, but still. 

“Aw, what’s wrong with you, Levi?” Turning on his heels with a smooth motion. “Get that grumpy look off your face, killjoy!” Sauntering towards Levi, you really don’t understand how Mammon could be so giddy, even with him deluding himself into thinking he was going to be able to sneak something out of the castle. “You stayed up real late last night playin’ games and readin’ manga and stuff, didn’t ya? Yup, I knew it!” A wide grin spread across his tanned face as he gave himself a fist pump, while at the same time wrapping an arm around his brother. “One point for Mammon!” Good. He can be annoying to someone else for once. 

“You’re like…” It’s kind of funny just how disgusted Levi looks, tucked up against Mammon. “Too excited right now, Mammon, and it’s really annoying.” If he scrunches up anymore in his attempts to get away from the aggressive affection, he’s going to be a pretzel. 

“Mammon being annoying is nothing new, but yeah…” Satan is making his way down the stairs, looking unimpressed that the side he took is blocked by Levi, his trunk, and Mammon. “This morning you're both especially annoying.” Even from a distance, you can see the blond's nostrils flare. 

“Let me go.” Levi gives his shoulders a shake, like he could worm his way out of Mammon’s hold, but you know from experience that if he doesn’t want to let you go, he latches on like a bur. “Even last night, you were complaining about how this retreat was going to be a drag. Now you’re all for it? You’re worse than a tsundere type.” 

“Ah, shut up, both of ya.” Mammon finally steps away from Levi, clearing the stairs and letting his brothers join you in the foyer. “Sure, I thought it was gonna be a drag, but now that it’s actually time to go, I’m excited!” Scooping his own bag up as well, and you can’t help but notice that both his and Satan’s are also larger than yours. 

Then again, you’re pretty sure they all have a way more in-depth beauty routine than you do based on what you’ve seen Mammon do before he heads to his own room to sleep. You’ve even seen Levi use a few products when washing his face, though his products were also covered in images of his favorite character. If all the brothers are vain in any way, they’d bring more stuff than you.  

“Mams, you were still complaining about it last night.” He jolts, and you don’t miss the side eye he sends you. Loudly. Until you kicked him out because you wanted to go to bed.

“Anythin’ wrong with changin' my mind, huh?!” Why does he sound like he wants to pick a fight with you? If he wasn’t being so annoying you wouldn’t be pointing out his flip-flopping this morning.

“What are you, an elementary school kid about to head off on a field trip?” Satan rolls his eyes before his green gaze lands on you. “Is that all you’re bringing?” The look of surprise on his face makes you think he isn’t trying to insult like you. 

“It’s three days-” 

“Whoa, Beel, that bag of yours is waaay too big!” You don’t get to finish your own comment about how these men clearly needed way more stuff than you did. Thankfully, Beel appeared. With a bag across his shoulders that makes him look like he’s ready for a three-week hike instead of an overnight stay for a weekend. “Pff, I bet it’s stuffed with food, ain’t it?” Mammon seems to be having a good time overstating the obvious. 

Only when he reaches the main landing do you notice he’s carrying another bag. Though the second one doesn’t really look like something he’d use. Almost like it’s too fancy compared to his usual sporty stuff. 

“Well, what about Asmodeus?” Tilting his head as he gestures towards the bag he’s holding and the pink-haired demon making his way down the stairs with a bag that matches the one Beel is carrying. “I’d say he’s the one you should be criticizing when it comes to luggage.” Beel isn’t wrong. Out of all the brothers that have appeared so far, the Avatar of Lust has the most without a doubt.  

“Goooood morning, everyone! My, you’re all early!” Making a show of flicking his hair. “Ugh, I just couldn’t decide how I wanted to do my hair this morning, you know?” You do not like the way he’s looking at you. It’s not his usual flirty tone, but the dismissive one he’s been using in the last little while. Like you’re a fan he finds annoying or something. “It took so much time…” 

Wait. Are you misreading it? Is he trying to fish for compliments? These men just get on your nerves sometimes with the way they act. 

“…Asmodeus,” Satan speaks at last, and even you can see the exasperation in his green eyes. “Why do you have so much luggage?” Asking the question that you’re sure is on everyone present minds. He has at least twice as much as the next person.

“Yeah. It’s only for two nights, ya know? You think you’re headin’ off on a tour of the three worlds or somethin’?” You really want to point out that most of them have way more stuff than what’s needed for this little outing as part of the exchange program. 

“This is actually quite a bit less than what I wanted to bring.” You’d slap a hand to your face if it didn’t draw more attention to you. “But then it occurred to me that I only have two hands, so I could only bring two suitcases with me.” 

“Yet you handed one off to Beel.” Muttering the words as you adjust the strap of your backpack. 

“Actually, larger doujinshi artists generally ship their stuff when they go to conventions.” You just turn to Levi as you blink at him, and what he said. You have so many questions, and you get the feeling right now, is neither the time or place to ask them. 

“Sorry Levi, but I’m not sure what you’re even talking about right now.” Asmodeus looks as confused as you; the only difference is that you doubt he’ll ask for clarification later like you will. 

“So what do you have in there? Food?” Beel asks like he genuinely wants to know the answer. 

“A personality?” You snort. 

“Ugh, no, of course no. I’m not you, Beel!” Guess he didn’t hear you. That might be a good thing. “I guess most of it is just clothes, makeup, and random beauty products?” He does understand that most of this weekend is just the exchange students, the brothers, and Lord Diavolo, right? Who is he trying to impress? “I mean, everyone expects me to look my best at all times, now don’t they?” 

You wonder if somewhere along the line you missed something about wanting to be the center of attention. Because with how Asmodeus acts and how much effort he puts into his beauty routine from what you’ve seen, you know you’d be exhausted. Or maybe you simply want nothing to do with that much attention. 

“Man,” A long whine from Mammon and he also rolls his eyes at his brother. “Even Levi makes more sense than you, Asmo!” In this instance, maybe. Yet you keep glancing at all the different sizes of everyone’s bag compared to yours, maybe none of them make sense. 

As you keep pondering if you should go back to your room and double check you didn’t forget anything, you miss another figure appearing. One that stands right next to you, letting out a sigh that you almost missed. 

Or at least, almost missed meaning you practically jumped out of your skin at Lucifer that close. “At least you have the common sense to realize this is just three nights.” Glancing at him while your heart keeps pounding away from your fright, you notice his bag isn’t much larger than yours. 

In the smallest sense of the word, it makes you feel better.

“It looks like everyone’s here.” Stepping towards the center, you find it interesting how quickly everyone else seems to grow silent as Lucifer speaks. “It won’t do to keep Diavolo waiting. We should head over to the Demon Lord’s Castle right now.” You glance at your phone. It’s like, an hour before anyone was expected to arrive, since as part of his texts last night, Lucifer had also sent a brief timeline of events. “I want to get there before the angels and Solomon do.” 

“Seriously?” Deadpanning at the dark-haired demon. 

“There is nothing wrong with arriving early.” You just lift an eyebrow at his tone. 

“Sounds more like you want to impress your boy…” You trail off at the glare he’s sending you. “Boss.” Making a short correction that no one in the entryway believes for a second. 

“So, we’re goin’ to the Demon Lord’s Castle at last.” Mammon has one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders again. “Ya ready, Lamb? ‘cause there ain’t no guarantee you’ll come back from this alive!” Letting his voice drop into a rasp like he’s trying to scare you. “There are a lotta rumors about that place. From what I hear, there are ghosts wanderin’ the halls, y’know?” You just stare at him from the corner of your eye. If he thinks some little rumor is going be enough to make you shiver or act like you’re frightened, he’s clearly forgotten the events of a few weeks ago. 

“You do realize it sounds like you want Lamb to be interested in you when you say things like that, Mammon.” Satan sounds like he’s trying to cause problems again. Too bad for him, a comment like that is nowhere near enough to cause the two of you to react the way he was expecting. 

“Gross.” 

“Eww. I can do better.” That makes you slap him even if your tongue is still sticking out in disgust.

Leviathan is laughing. “That isn’t going to work at all.” 

“Quit standing around laughing and get going!” Lucifer yells, trying to cut through the roar of three of you laughing when you realize just how surprised Satan looks. If he wants to try to cause drama, he needs to work a lot harder than that. 

[twinklesilverstar]

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