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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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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.
Posting this here for context and because I fully believe you should write what you want to people. I dont care if someone's writing comes off as "lazy" mine included, because at least I wrote it.
Not AI.
Anyway, enjoy your Twink public service reminder to do what the hell you want when it comes to writing. This place and AO3 are free.
CW: Smut, Possessive, drinking, harassment, groping, drunks, manhandled, threats of violence, semi public sex, clothed sex, standing sex.
Word count: Roughly 4.5K
A/N: A demon guest at The Fall gets a little handsy after having had too much to drink. Good thing Lucifer is nearby, and your husband is none too happy about someone touching his wife.
I was trying to avoid writing any content relating to IDO, but damn... the Lucifer card in the newest starfall took a hold and didn't let go. So no edits to this work yet so sorry if there's a lot... I got too excited! Like this ate my brain for the last few days instead of my other projects...
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Images belong to Solmare.
“Hey, you over there!” You turn on your heels, your service smile in place as you balance the tray of empty glasses with one hand. Giving your head a tilt to the side to make your bunny ears seem more expressive.
“How could I help you, Hop?” Playing up the bunny act since you know this area is being covered by Lucifer and he hates bunny talk.
“Don’t you think this place has terrible service?” His words are a little slurred and you plan to signal Beel since you won’t be strong enough to toss this guy out. “You’re dressed up as a bunny.” You start to lift your free hand, fingers curled in the silent sign so none of the other guests are disturbed. Only to feel a hand hook into the ribbon around your waist and tug you down into his lap, the sound of glasses shattering on the polished floor of The Fall. “So you should know what to do.” His voice is low as he whispers it against the shell of your ear, his breath stagnant and sour as it washes over you. “If you get my drift.”
“Sir, you’ve got the wrong idea.” Keeping your tone level as you try to keep yourself from gagging, the shock overriding your first instinct to struggle free. Feeling his hand wandering along your outer thigh, the revulsion races upward like a prickling along your spine. Pulling your arm away from your body before sharply shoving it backwards and into the demon's abdomen. “That is not anywhere near the services we provide.”
“Hey, what are you going on about?” Crap. Either he was too drunk to take notice, or you weren’t able to get a good hit in. “I’m just asking for proper service as a customer.” When his hand slips closer to the front of your pants, you feel your entire body freeze up. Ready to unleash magic on this asshole if your physical attempts aren’t having any effect.
“Hey, you.” That voice you know, and with the ice coating the words the jackass holding you loosens his grip enough for you to escape his hold. “What do you think you’re doing?” Stumbling a little as you get your feet under you because the demon tried to grab you again. Ripping the edge of the ribbon around your waist and part of your vest.
A different arm, one that you’re far more familiar with, wraps around you. Helping to balance you after placing you behind their figure. “Stay back.” Your name whispered soft and low, with a hidden layer of concern. “This riffraff is not worth your time.” Lucifer is facing you, but his gaze is over his shoulder, looking at the demon who had tugged you into his lap like he’s dirt beneath his feet. Keeping the tray of hard liquor balanced with two glasses of demonus that he’d been carrying.
“Huh?” There’s a flash of irritation on Lucifer’s face as the demon that had harassed you tries to stand. “You have a lot of nerve talking to a customer like that.” The corner of Lucifer’s lip lifts, and you watch his eyes narrow.
“A customer?” Before you could even blink, Lucifer has moved. One of his heeled dress shoes pressing into the cushions beside the demon. Making it so his leg is forming a table of sorts for his hand holding his tray to lean against. “In what way do you claim to be a customer? This is The Fall, a respectable establishment unlike the kind you’re trying to imply.” Slowly rolling his wrist, one of the glasses held between his long fingers. Allowing the liquid to slowly pour from the rim, right onto the demon in front of him. “I will say this only once.” Leaning in close, his voice and tone quiet but it still carries the weight of one of the seven rulers of hell. “Get lost. If you don’t, having demonus poured over you will be the least of your worries.”
Lucifer doesn’t move right away. Letting his voice lower to a whisper, and if you weren’t so close, you might not have caught his words. “As for touching my wife.” An edge to his tone as he tries to suppress the malice. “I’ll let it slide today. If I ever see you again, I’m going to rip your tongue from your skull.” He’s still whispering, but there’s a certain jovial, sadistic twang to every word. “To stifle your screams before I pluck the individual muscle strands from your hands and arms that dared to touch what was mine.”
You watch as the demon goes pale. Nodding furiously until Lucifer seems to find the level of fear in the demon’s eyes acceptable enough to believe he’ll go out of his way to avoid you, and your spouse in the future. Lucifer barely has his leg moved before the demon is bolting for the door.
Lucifer’s crimson gaze watching every step until he’s gone from his view. A roll of his shoulders before he turns to the small crowd that had gathered. “My apologies to all our guests for the disturbance.” A smile on his face that makes it seem like he wasn’t just threatening visceral violence. “Please allow us to offer a round of Demonus on the house as an apology.” Once the words pass his lips, you notice Mammon and Levi nearby, handing out glasses to the guests. “We hope you will continue to enjoy your time here.”
When Mammon passed nearby you noticed him dip his head near Lucifer, pretending to flash a wink at a female demon who looked like her eyes had turned into hearts. Yet you didn’t miss his words. “I’ll clean this up, you look after her.”
“Right.” Lucifer hands off his tray to Belphie when he approaches, and once it is gone, Lucifer holds out one of his hands towards you. “Your outfit is in disarray. Let’s head to the back for a moment.”
You’re happy to slip your smaller one into his, glad for his presence at your side as he guides you towards the back storeroom. Nodding and smiling at the customers as you pass them along your way. As soon as the door closed, any semblance of his service persona was gone.
“Good grief…” Releasing your hand from his, running one through his black hair. “What a nasty drunk that was.” Now that the two of you are out of sight, Lucifer is far more hands on as he checks your clothes. “Are you alright?”
“I’m alright now.” Making a noise of disgust as you look at the ribbon that made your bow that matched Lucifer’s. “I hate being harassed by a drunk. He reeked. I’m pretty sure he was already half in the bag before he even got here.” Giving your head a shake. “I feel gross.”
“I can only imagine.” His hands hover for a moment before landing on your hips. “I’m sorry.”
“Huh? Why are you sorry? It’s not like you didn’t deal with him.” Tilting your head in confusion, only for him to sigh.
“I was fully aware of how captivating you were, yet I still took my eyes off you.” Lifting one of his hands to drag the outside of his middle and index fingers along your cheek. “I may have been able to intervene faster if I had never let my gaze wander.” Curling those two fingers to lift your chin. “Where did he touch you? Tell me everything. I shall overwrite every place that pathetic man touched myself.”
You smirk at him. “My my, there’s something to be said when your husband admits he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you.” Placing one of your hands over the one he still has on your hip. “Makes me think your offer isn’t all just for my sake.” Letting out a small chuckle as you start to slide his hand a little higher on your hip. “But I don’t want to say where, I don’t want to think about that asshole again.” Running the tip of your tongue along your bottom lip. “I’d rather show you.” Guiding his hand to where the demon had first grabbed you, pressing on his fingers just enough to get him to grip you a little harder. Letting out a breathy inhale.
“If it’s going to cause you distress speaking.” Half a step closer, one of his feet between yours. The heat from his body sinking into yours. “I would prefer you just show me.”
You take that as an invitation. Ghosting your hand over the back of his to guide it lower, along the outside of your thigh. “Good.”
He hums when your hand stops moving. “Was it around here?” Massaging the area under his fingers, pressing circles in your thigh before fanning them out. Moving his hand a bit lower in time to trailing the fingers at your chin down your throat. “Or perhaps… here?”
“A little more to the left.” Sliding your hands along his clothed covered ribs, rising higher until your reach the thinner white shirt under it. “You saw at the end right?” His hand moves subtly, closer towards your core and he gets a lot farther. “How are you going to overwrite that memory?” Trying to tilt your face so you can press a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
That earns you a small chuckle, one that is softened with affection. “Heh. I know he didn’t touch your lips.” Aligning his mouth yours, but keeping just enough space so you feel his breath. The cool moist air, laced with mint, is far nicer as it washes across your face. “If he had of, he wouldn’t have left under his own powers.”
You let out a soft little whine. You can just imagine what Lucifer would have done if that had happened. That protectiveness wrapped in the layers of his possessiveness makes your knees weak.
“I simply…” He closes the distance, the soft pressure against your lips, like he’s testing the waters. Letting out a noise as he shifts, his tongue sweeping along the seam of your mouth. You’re happy to part your lips, your tongue meeting his as you moan. His fingers working at your core and it doesn’t take long for the interaction to grow more and more heated. Tasting his tea from earlier, you can feel your heart pounding against your chest. Until Lucifer pulls back, like he’s aware the two of you are just in a back room of a club in the Devildom. “Couldn’t resist you.”
You have no idea what you look like right now, but based on how much your chest is heaving and how warm your face is, you’ve got little doubt it would be clear to anyone who walked in what you and Lucifer had been doing. “I swear.” Letting your head drop forward to press against his shoulder. “You enjoy teasing me, knowing I can’t do anything because there’s a chance someone could walk in on us.”
“Well.” The lifting of one of his eyebrows. “The place seems to have really calmed down.”
“Lucifer.” You look down, not wanting to meet his eyes since your face is warmer for a slightly different reason. “We are not having sex in the back storage room of The Fall.” The tips of your ears are burning. “The other staff could walk in, and it’s awkward enough that all of your brothers have walked in on us at some point knocking boots.”
“I suppose you are right.” He doesn’t release you, but he doesn’t seem to be pressing his body as close to yours anymore. “Though there is no guarantee another drunk like that will not appear.” You shudder. That wouldn’t be fun, and if there was a second incident… Well. You know Lucifer wouldn’t let them go with just a wet outfit and damaged pride. “Perhaps if we stay like this, no one will bother you.”
“As much as I’d rather stay here with you.” You let out a sigh, finally lifting your eyes and letting your expression soften. “We can’t leave the others alone. We’re here trying to draw business back to the legitimate clubs, and we both know some of the customers are here to see you specifically.”
You feel as much as you see Lucifer jolt. “Goodness, you are certainly composed.” His hand reaches up to fix your bunny ear headband and push some of your loose hair behind your ear.
“I doubt that. I’m a realist.” With how warm your skin feels, you don’t believe him about being composed. “We might be married, but your fan still came out to see Bunny Boy Lucifer. They can still dream about a certain blue-eared bunny sweeping them off their feet at times like this.”
Lucifer lets out a sigh himself this time. His hands moving to rub yours arms. “You’re right, of course, but you could at least allow yourself to be swept away a little.” He’s disappointed, but you can understand why. “I suppose it can’t be helped. We should return to the floor soon.”
It’s then, that the door opens and you are beyond glad you and Lucifer weren’t doing what you had been a few minutes ago. Or escalated to more physical aspects.
“Lucifer, apparently, some packages arrived a short while ago. Levi said they have some branding merchandise to go with the Bunny Boy event.” You have to admit, since Satan became First Consul and Lucifer stepped back their relationship seems to have matured a little. “Would you be able to look for them?”
“Sure.” The word is out of your mouth quickly, even if the question had been directed at Lucifer. Nodding at Satan, who just smiles at you before turning around and leaving to go back to the reception area.
“Us inspecting the packages that arrived does keep you off the main floor a little longer.” Leaning back into your space to drop his forehead against yours. “We should be able to finish quickly if we check them together.”
“Yeah. Let's go.” Breaking apart at last as the two of you move more into the store room. Towards the bay doors that open and you can both see a pallet that looks like it was partially broken down. “The packages should be around here.”
“I guess the regular staff must have started on it earlier.” The event did get started earlier with some of the citizens showing up and demanding to get in. Worried they would lose access to the premier show even though they had all bought tickets and their seats were assigned.
As the two of you work, it doesn’t take you long to get everything sorted and moved. Until Lucifer looks at the manifest and notices there are some boxes that aren’t accounted for.
“Maybe they got moved?” He nods, glancing around the shelves.
“Would you check the contents of that box on the top shelf for me?” Motioning to another box higher up that has the same logo at the ones you had unpacked. “You can use the stepladder over there while I check the ones on this side.”
You can reach the box without the ladder, but in heels, it makes sense since your balance is a little off. “Yeah I think this is one of the missing boxes.” Lifting one of the bottles to notice carrots on the foil wrapper.
“That sound. Was that a bottle of Demonus?” Lucifer stops, and you have to hold in your laughter. Of course, he’d know the sound of those bottles. “The box is probably heavy, so be careful.”
It’s like he jinxes you. Just as the words leave his mouth, you feel your foot slip as your heel doesn’t land correctly.
A yell of your name, and your tumble ends quickly. Lucifer’s arms holding you, and the case of demonus, tightly against his chest. “Are you all right?”
“Damn.” Somewhat breathless at how quickly he moved to catch you. “You’re amazing Lucifer, I just felt my balance starting to go and then you swooped in to catch me.”
This time, he lets out a full-throated laugh. “Naturally. I would never allow you to be injured while I’m with you.” You lift an eyebrow at him as you narrow your eyes. A silent challenge that just makes him chuckle, before being a little cheeky and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to set you down slowly.” Feet back on the ground, Lucifer takes the case from you. “Honestly, please don’t scare me like that, we both know you aren’t always steady in those shoes.”
“Don’t remind me.” Rolling your eyes as you remember the first time you were dragged into the bunny boy mess with all the brothers because of Mammon. The heels that matched the outfit truly left you off balance and you’d dropped more than one tray laded full of drinks back then.
“Are you hurt anywhere? I’m going to check.” His hands moving quickly and you find it endearing. “How about here? Does it hurt?” When his hand gets lower, and his fingers brush your ankle, you let out a small hiss. “Go ahead, lean against me some more. I’ll be performing a thorough check after that noise.” His touch gentle as he prods at the joint. “Perhaps you should remain behind the bar for the rest of the night, it’s not swollen yet that isn’t a reason to risk more damage.”
You nod because you agree with him. Yet it still gives you a terrible idea for a bit of teasing. “Behind the bar, I’ll also be more out of sight. Which means less chance for a repeat.” Flashing him a wink. “Plus it means a certain demon can keep his eyes on me a little easier. Or am I wrong and you’re just using this check to try and keep me back here all to yourself a little longer?”
“It seems I’m caught.” Rising to his full height, placing a hand on your hip. “It’s commendable that you are so dedicated to work, but I’m not ready to let you go. A little longer is fine, don’t you think?” Wrapping his arms around you, you place your hands on his chest. Toying with the diamond-shaped buttons that remind you of the one on his forehead in his demon form.
Hearing him let out another sigh, you can’t help but lift your gaze to meet his eyes. “It seems I’m dwelling on what happened earlier more than I thought.” His hands ghosting up and down your sides. Unsure if he’s comforting you or himself. “Seeing someone other than me touching you right in front of my eyes…” Trailing off as he closes his eyes, biting his lip for a moment. “Just remembering it make me want to tear that demon apart.”
“After you rip his tongue out of his skull?” Lifting your hand a little higher and placing it above where his heart is beating.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Another sigh before he cracks his eyes open. “Lest there be any doubt, just know you have no reason to feel responsible, okay?” You nod. Remember the past and how often someone tried to blame you for something just because you had been there. “It’s only natural that you’re captivating. But that doesn’t mean anyone should feel free to touch you.”
“I think that’s true for everyone, Lucifer.” No one enjoys being touched without their permission. Being a drunk person just seemed to make it worse.
“Believe me when I say no one is as captivating as you.” Damn him and his smooth words because you are feeling your body warm again. “I agree with you on the other point. And the only one permitted to lay their hands on you is me, your partner. Isn’t that right?” His hands dip a little lower, and you don’t miss the subtle groping of your ass. “I know. You don’t have to look at me like that.”
You just roll your eyes at him, but you feel yourself growing a little braver this far back in the store room. “I will do my work properly. But for now, just a little longer. Let me keep you in my arms.” He leans down for another kiss, and you meet him with a low hum in your throat.
Using his slight distraction to move your hand lower and teasing your fingers over his crotch. With just that simple touch, you can feel his pants starting to bulge. “Lucifer?” Breaking the kiss but staying close enough that there’s almost no space between you.
“Yes My Love?”
“You said you’d overwrite everywhere he touched right?” Nipping at his bottom lip as you don’t wait for an answer. “He was pressed against my whole backside. I’m not sure I can wait until we’re home.” Rubbing at the tent between his legs, aware of the moisture starting to pool in your core.
“You are aware.” Whispering the words against your lips as one of his hands moves again, ghosting along your spine over the material of your vest and shirt before hitting the fake bunny tail. “You were the one who pointed out we could be seen?”
“This far back.” Licking your lips which has the tip brushing against his bottom lip. “We’d hear someone when they came in.” Starting to roll your hips, grinding against his leg to try and get more friction against your core. “Please Lucifer.” A soft moan escaping your throat when he starts to massage your butt in his hands. “Just a quickie.”
“Fine.” His mouth reconnects with yours, a quick plunge of his tongue inside of your mouth as the wet muscle sweeps along your teeth. “A quickie.” His eyes flick around the area before he nods to himself. “Turn around.” His hands are on the fasteners of your pants as he works them open and pushes the fabric down with your underwear over the curve of your ass.
You can hear him working his own pants open, and by the sound of it he’s just using the zipper. The idea of being caught like this has more slick forming in your core and starting to drip from the space between your legs. You can just picture his pants open, underwear pushed to the side with his cock proudly jutting from the fabric. How there’s already a bead of precum forming on the head. “Please Baby, I need you.” Letting a whine coat your words as you grind back against him.
“I know Love, I know.” Using his foot to push your feet apart so youre body is spread the way he wants. Feeling his knees brush against the inside of your legs as he makes adjustments. You moan when his hot dick brushes against your skin, one of his hands moving to your front to help align himself with your slick opening. With both of you in heels, it makes the usual positioning a little harder, but the second he presses into you, you moan. Long and loud before you remember where you are.
Slapping a hand over your mouth as you let Lucifer do most of the work. His hand on your core, those long fingers helping to keep his cock inside of you as he trusts his hips with the intent to bring both of you to orgasm. The heel of his hand rubbing your clit as he starts to whisper in your ear. “Is this better My Love?” His other hand is between your breasts, making sure your back is pressed against his chest while his hips hammer away. “My touch bringing you closer, as the heat from my body sinks into yours.”
You’ve got your free hand planted against the metal shelving holding dried goods. Feeling your eyes rolling back as you moan under your hand. He can’t get as deep as normal, but the position has more pressure against the parts of your vagina that align with your clit. Between his cock and the heel of his hand, there’s constant pressure against the bundle of nerves from both ends. “You’re growing tighter.” His mouth against your ear as he pants the words. “All because of me, because of the way I touch you.” Trailing his nose along the shell of your ear. “I wonder, if after this.” Swallowing loud enough that you know he did it just for your benefit, and how his noises make you hornier. “Everyone else will smell how I bred my little bunny.”
You moan again, feeling your insides tighten as another flood of liquid is pulled from your core. “That’s a good girl.” Pressing his lips to the skin of your neck just under your earlobe. “I hope by now you know this is just the prelude.” His hips are moving faster now. “Whatever plans you have for tomorrow, cancel them.” A circular motion added to his hand and you can feel your insides growing tighter as a line of fire begins to race up your spine. “Because I’m not letting you leave our bed.” A dark chuckle and you can picture the smirk on his face. “Not until every pore of your skin drips of my scent, to remind others, only I can touch you.”
You pant against your hand, your stomach tight as your breathing grows uneven. You’re oh so close. “My wife.” Fuck. Those two words do you in, your eyes rolling back into your head and you have to rely on Lucifer to keep you standing as your legs shake.
He hides his groan against your neck, feeling his seed spurt inside of you. Feeling satisfied that anyone else who tries to get too close to you tonight is going to smell his cum. A clear reminder that you aren’t just an exchange student anymore, you’re part of the Devildom elite and no ones play thing.
“Damn Lucifer.” You pant, letting yourself lean against him, well aware of your shared juices starting to slip from your core and sliding down your leg. “I could really go for round two-”
“Lucifer?” Leviathan is looking for the two of you, calling your name after his brothers and you feel your face go pale. “What is taking you two so long? It’s almost time for the show?”
“We just finished with the packages delivered, I assume it was your clever idea Levi?” You can’t seem to move, yet Lucifer is calling out as he removes himself from your body and starts to put his clothes in order.
“Yeah. I thought it might help to have some limited edition stuff to sell after we’re gone to help keep people coming instead of the illegitimate clubs.” He still sounds like he’s near the entrance as you start to fix your own clothes. “Where are you two?”
“Near the back.” You send Lucifer a glare. “After we finished, I realized the incident left” He says your name with clear affection “clothes damaged in such a way that magic won’t fix it.” You blink as you look down at your vest. It isn’t that bad. “We were looking for spare uniforms and just found one.”
Oh. Damn. Sometimes your husband really does seem to be five steps ahead.
“Oh okay. I guess see you guys in five minutes?”
“Yeah. Sorry to take so long Levi!” The second the door closes again you use magic to fix your outfit. Too bad nothing can be done to hide what else the two of you had done.
When Levi stepped out of the store room, he could feel the flush on his face. “I knew I should have gone back there~” Jumping when Asmo latched onto him.
“You’d think Lucifer could keep it in his pants for one night.” Belphie huffed, unhappy at having had to fill in on the floor for the missing pair.
“Be honest.” Mammon has his hands in the air as he makes a pose for the crowd watching them, waiting for the show to start. “Can ya blame him? I mean. I was ready to skin that guy and she’s my sister. If she was my wife? I’d have done a lot more than just pour Demonus on em.”
None of the brothers could argue with that, but that didn’t mean they were going to enjoy the smell of sex coming off the two of you for the rest of the night.
A myth held in an aquarium... Sounds like a bad idea
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Katakuri X F!Reader
CW: Merman Katakuri, Captivity, injury, dying, human reader, abuse, drowning
Word count: Roughly 4.1K
A/N: You never thought you were anything special. Buried in debt and working somewhere that you had become a bit bitter and didn't have many friends. Which sort of backfired on you when the scientents needed someone to look after their newest specimen, or should I say the tank they placed it in. Who knew you'd care more about making sure an Eel-Merman survived than what it would mean for your own life.
Trying something a bit different, since it is Mermay and I might have started this thought last year while rewatching the Whole Cake Arc of One Piece. Also... my first One Piece fic in 12 years... Hot damn...
There will be a part two that will have NSFW content. Now posted!.
Prefer A03? Read it here.
You’ve never really thought about dying. Honestly, you figured if anything, you’d just die from old age in a home with no one around you. You weren’t exactly interesting and tended to keep to yourself; the only people you could have considered as friends were all co-workers. You made better friends with the sea life that you looked after, ensuring the water in their tanks wouldn’t kill them.
Yet here you are.
Sinking down into the murky depths with your hands and feet bound, your vision growing blurry while your lungs fill with water.
They could have just fired you, but it seems it was easier for them to just make you disappear. All because you let the scientist's precious specimen escape.
Several weeks earlier
“Did you hear, they’ve got something down in the old orca section.” You’d roll your eyes, but the effort isn’t worth it. It never is for rumors.
“Oh yeah? Did they finally catch Nessie?” Snorting as you write the reading on the hydrometer down next to the corresponding tank on your clipboard before glancing at your watch to scribble in the time next to it.
“You never want to gossip do you?” Your co-worker huffs at you, but she still keeps walking beside you. “Aren’t you just a little curious what they have down there?”
“Unless it involves checking salinity and oxygen levels, I really don’t care.” Which is true, you just come to work, do your job, and go home to repeat it all over again. Once upon a time, you hadn’t been so bitter, but life sometimes gets in the way of that. Working for a company that kept marine animals in small tanks tended to have that effect and you were buried in debt from your schooling.
A few days later, you were called into one of the offices for a meeting. One where most of the windows were covered. Three scientists you’d never seen before were standing behind the person who you thought was the head researcher. They offered you three times your normal salary to keep the tanks clean in the old orca area. You understood the unsaid rule.
Don’t say anything.
For the first week, it was easy. When it was time to go to the orca area you made sure it was after the section you did by yourself. No one would even notice you had headed off, or that your key card had been given a new authority to enter restricted areas. During that time, you didn’t see anything in the murky waters of the tank.
The second week wasn’t as easy. Mostly because you got the feeling you were being watched as you made your rounds to all the old tanks and the interconnected passages.
The third week was the worst.
Just as you finished taking your reading, a hand reached up from under the water and grabbed your arm. You screamed like a banshee as a head rose from the water, a mouth full of teeth that reminded you of the moray eels in the reef section. You started flailing when that mouth opened and you fell backwards, hitting your head on the metal piping that helped circulate the water.
Your world went black.
When you woke up, you had a splitting headache.
Your back was also sore, and you were cold. Blinking at the hard overhead lights that made your head hurt even more. A soft groan escaped your lips as the light got a bit dimmer. Only for you to realize there was a webbed hand blocking some of the light. Tilting your head just enough, you saw the same face.
Before you could scream again, that webbed hand landed over your mouth. “You are far too noisy.” It makes your brain misfire. It can talk?! “If I remove my hand, can you control yourself?” You nod.
You must be having a really strange dream. Only, as it’s hand moves, you feel the slight catch of one of those taloned fingers on your lip. You aren’t supposed to feel things in dreams, right? Which means this is real.
You try to sit up, only to feel the world spin. Shit. You really must have hit your head hard.
"Are all your kind this weak?” His voice might be gruff, but there’s no mistaking the feel of one of his webbed hands on your back. Almost like he’s trying to help you sit up.
“When we hit our heads? Yeah.” Groaning, you do manage to get into a seated position without throwing your guts up. Looking around, you blink as your mind races to catch up. You hit your head on a pipe earlier, and you’d been near the ladder to come up to check the water.
Now. Now you’re closer to the center of the platform. Did he move you?
“You would have hit your head a second time.” You jolt. Damn. Can this thing read minds? “I do not want to give them an excuse.” You turn towards the sounds of its voice, and now that you aren’t as freaked out, you get a better look at the creature. It might also help that it’s more than a head and a random hand.
If you didn’t know any better as you glance at the tiny scales that dot its body, you’d assume mermaids were real. The fins that protrude along its forearms also give the impression of being some kind of marine predator, built for cleaving through the currents. You also want to assume it’s a male, since it has a clearly defined muscular chest. At least you know enough marine biology to know that means nothing. What keeps throwing you off, is the massive row of teeth that protrude from its-his mouth.
When he makes a noise, you jump again. Feeling your face warm in embarrassment. He’s a sentient creature and you were staring like he was some kind of freak on display.
“Ugh sorry!” Squeaking out as you look away. Might as well try some manners, as you hold out your hand while not looking at him. “I’m…” You introduce yourself. “It’s my job to look after your tank and to try to keep it clean for you.”
A single snort. “You did not die. Our business is done.” Followed by the sound of the smallest splash. Looking back towards where he had been to see the water ripple.
What in the world just happened?
You don’t have time to dwell on the interaction, instead heading to the medical area. It might just be a nurse there, but at least you can document that you slipped and hit your head on a pipe.
You just don’t mention which area said pipe was located in.
What you find even more surprising is when one of the scientists from before is there. Telling the nurse the area you were injured in and that one of the tank occupants had frightened you. The only part of the story that isn’t true is the location. It seems your ability to keep your mouth shut also gets you a paid trip to the emergency room with service so quick you’re on your way home in under two hours.
The next day, when you approached the same tank in the orca area, you tried to be a lot more aware of your surroundings. Checking the water as you slowly ascend the stairs, looking to see if the same creature was just under the surface.
The smallest noises make you jump as you check the salinity levels, making note of them being in the correct range. You try to stay on task, wanting to get what needs to be done, done. Then getting out of there.
As you move to take a sample of water for a quick microbial test, you jump as something moves in the water. Something large. Damnit. You wanted to be gone before he noticed your presence.
“Why are you back?”
“I told you yesterday.” Not looking towards the sound of his voice, hoping he can’t notice the fear emanating from you. “It’s my job to look after your tank.” Hoping he doesn’t notice how much your hands are shaking. He doesn’t say anything, and that silence just makes you move faster. When you finish, you slowly rise, not turning your back to the tank as you head for the stairs. If his teeth from yesterday, and his talons were anything to go by, he isn’t just a predator. He’s an ambush one, and showing your back would be a dumb move.
“Katakuri.” That makes you pause, one foot on the top rung. Your gaze snapped towards where his voice came from, only to see the ripples that meant he’s gone underwater once more.
The next day, it’s similar. Only when you notice the water ripple as you lean more into the water to adjust the intake valve you speak. “So what was that about yesterday?” When he doesn’t say anything you lift your head, flicking your fingers to get the water off. “That word when I left?”
He’s still mostly under the surface, having raised his head just enough that his mouth and nose are visible. He’s also glaring at you. It’s kind of funny to think a marine creature needs a nose, but maybe it’s a quirk of evolution. Like how some whales still have pelvic bones from before their ancestors returned to the sea.
As the silence stretches, you let out a sigh. “Right. Too noisy.” Back to the task at hand as you wait a bit to give the tank time to circulate and adjust to the new fluid pouring in. Writing down more notes, if the levels of microbacteria keep increasing the way they are, the water is going to turn harmful to the being living inside of the massive enclosure.
It makes you wonder if the scientists cleaned the tank out before they dropped this guy in there. Sure the old orca tank system was designed so the large creatures could swim between the show tanks, the holding pens, and the research area which meant he’d have lots of space. From what you’ve seen of him, he’d need it. The problem was, you hadn’t seen the area in use since the first year you worked there. That was almost a decade ago.
Public backlash had forced the owners to release many of the killer whales, able to keep only those that were too sick to leave. Which meant this area wasn’t exactly well taken care of anymore. It might explain why the levels were rising so fast.
“This is the longest you’ve stayed.” A statement from the massive being, and you can’t help lift your head from your notes.
“I’m trying to figure out if something is wrong with your tank.” Tapping your pen against your lip. You know its an unwritten rule, not to talk about what you see, but you doubt they want their prize to die. Maybe you could get a cleaning crew in to work on the sections of the area he isn’t in. You’ll have to approach the scientists about it.
“It is not my tank.” Hissing the words with enough venom, you feel your blood run cold in your veins. You aren’t going to say that again.
“Right.” Swallowing you reach down to check the water, there’s some improvement and you shift the valves again. “Well. Same time tomorrow.” Repeating your actions from the day before as you don’t turn your back on him.
“My name.” Huh. “Katakuri.” Alright. One question answered it seems as he slips beneath the glassy surface once more, just without the usual force that caused it to ripple.
When you brought up the condition of the tank Katakuri was in, the lead scientist barely lifted his hands away from a laptop he was making notes on. “There was no time. The specimen was dying and required a large space.” When you asked about getting a team in to clean that got a response. One that wasn’t what you had hoped for. “The specimen would respond negatively to a larger presence. You were selected because of your work ethic.” Once more, you could read between the lines. The less people that knew about the strange creature the better.
You didn’t miss the thinly veiled threat either. You could be replaced, and the extra cash was helping you pay down your debt in record time.
One benefit from that conversation was that you were removed from your old rounds. Your co-workers told that your injury meant you couldn’t be with live specimens. That you had been reassigned to work on a project to assist with the clean-up of the old orca tanks and areas.
It made it easier, if only because you didn’t need to make up excuses as to where you were going.
After you checked the normal readings and got ready to clean, you decided you were going to start in the main area that Katakuri seemed to spend most of his time. If you could get that area cleaned first, at least it would cut down on the amount of bacteria in his immediate area.
You make adjustments to the valves before you start, opening everything up as much as you can. Already changed into a wetsuit with your cleaning equipment at the ready. It’s not as effective as draining the tank and scrubbing it, but that required a team and you weren’t getting one.
Slipping into the water and hoping he doesn’t take offense to you being there. Or think you’re prey.
First mistake.
You don’t make it five minutes before you feel the water swirl around you, the force strong enough that you’re drawn under the surf. Looking down into the deep water, you see two eyes, illuminated by bioluminescent glare at you in a way that you feel your heart start to race.
Your instincts scream.
You need to get out of there.
You’d grown too used to his presence and forgot he truly was a predator.
It’s not even three feet, but it feels like it takes you forever to reach the first rung of the ladder. Hands slipping as you try to scramble upwards. You’re breathing too fast, chest tight, your lungs burning like you’d been dragged into the depths and kept there. Even when your feet land on the platform, you don’t stop.
Your knees sting from the force of your feet landing with too much force, and you tumble down. Your back lands against the wall farthest from the edge of the tank. More like slams into with the way you fall. Closing your eyes as you try to force your breathing to slow.
You’re safe.
Only for the sound of water exploding upwards to force them open once more. You freeze at the sight in front of you.
Before now, you’ve never seen more than the upper portion of his chest. Now. Now his entire upper body is above the water, one of his massive arms across the platform. All he would need to do is reach out and he’d be able to wrap his hands around your ankle and drag you back into the tank.
You swallow hard.
There’s no denying he’s an apex predator. All corded muscle, covered in scales and lacerations that prove he’s more than adept at surviving. Short fins along the length of his tail that make you think of the eels, and you're reminded you’ve seen them snap their jaws and swallow fingers faster than you can blink.
When you meet his gaze, his pupils are barely slits. He was ready to hunt. The silence between the two of you deepens and you start to wonder if you can slip away with slow movement.
“Why were you in the water?”
There’s a tension in his words, but he didn’t need to raise his voice to ask the question. Didn’t need to force his words to carry.
The first time you try to speak, you let out a croak. Your throat is dry regardless of all the water nearby. Barely able to get enough saliva produced to wet the sides of your teeth.
“I—” Your voice cracks, and you clamp your mouth shut, forcing yourself to breathe. It doesn’t help. “I wasn’t—I didn’t—”
You sound pathetic to your own ears, he has to see you as something even lower than prey with this display.
His gaze doesn’t change. Doesn’t soften. Doesn’t do anything.
Just waiting.
You feel your fingers tighten into a ball, the curve of your nails pressing deep into your palms. You need to force this out. “The tank.” Your tongue feels like it doesn’t belong in your mouth. “There’s something wrong, it needs to be cleaned.” You have no idea if he would understand the nuances of bacterial levels and oxygen deficiency that sometimes happen in controlled water systems. “If something isn’t done, the water is…” You trail off.
You don’t know how to say it will become toxic and kill him. That his gills will become clogged and he won’t be able to breathe. That he’ll slowly fade away as his body struggles to cope with dying internal organs.
“It will kill you.” Be blunt. There’s no dressing up ugly words. You need him to understand that at the very least.
His expression doesn’t change.
You shouldn’t have expected it too. He’s an animal that lives in the water; the idea that it would suddenly kill him must sound absurd. “I was just trying to—” You squeeze your eyes shut for half a second, frustration and fear twisting together in your chest. “I was trying to fix it. I didn’t want to—” be the reason you die.
You can’t say it.
It sounds too selfish. That you’re putting your own feelings above his. That you don’t want to be responsible for him, a creature clearly not here of his own free will, dying under your care.
The silence that falls this time feels different, almost heavier. You’re waiting for him to react, to lunge forward. To do anything. So when the muscles of his forearm flex you freeze. Expecting him to haul the rest of his bulk out of the water to reach you and finish his hunt.
“You will not enter the water.” The words land like a command as he gives you that unnerving stare.
You blink as you try to make sense of his words. “I-What?”
“You will remain on the platform.” His body started to slide off the platform, as his eye flicked towards the valves for the briefest of moments.
Your brain is still struggling to process this situation, licking your lips as your voice wavers, even if it does nothing with how dry your mouth still is. “Does that mean I can clean?”
“You will not enter the water.” He isn’t giving you permission, but rules. You already have a lot of those to follow so you nod. You can try and make this work, maybe get some extensions for the brushes. It’s not the best solution, but it’s something.
“Ok.” You agree to his rules. Almost falling with how much your knees shake as you rise. Katakuri moving out into the center of the tank, moving lower, under just his eyes are above the water.
Watching.
Waiting.
Accessing.
You don’t enter the water again. And you quickly learn he meant the water in all the tanks that he has access to. Following you from one to another and always keeping his distance. You aren’t sure what to make of that, and while it feels like you’re making progress as the days pass, you notice that all your cleaning does is delay the inevitable.
Sure enough, a few more weeks pass and you notice his steady decline. The way Katakuri floats on the surface, and his scales seem to be growing dull. The sheen in his eyes was also fading, and a pallor to his cheeks belied how his health was deteriorating. His chest was struggling to expand the same way it had a few weeks ago. He still answered your questions in his short clipped tone, but the answers took longer and longer each time. Like the effort took more from him each time he spoke.
“Katakuri, please!” You know it’s pretty much pointless, at this point, no amount of cleaning is going to help him. He needs to get to water that isn’t polluted if he’s going to make any kind of a recovery. “Just let me help you somehow.” You have a terrible idea. It’s desperate, but with the way he follows you from tank to tank, even if they are watching you, they aren’t going to grow suspicious until it’s too late.
Somehow, in some way, you manage a miracle. Katakuri follows you through each tank until you reach the display area. The metal gate is a struggle to get open but somehow you do, and for the first time Katakuri isn’t inside a building. He’s outside watching you like he’s still wary of this being a trap of some kind, and yet, when the scent of the salty breeze hits him, you see his eyes light up for the first time in several days.
“Just over the edge is the ocean. If you can just jump over that fence there.” Pointing at it. “You’ll be free.” Almost as soon as the words leave your lips, he moves, darting under the water. Like a blur under the surface until he breaches it and clears the fence.
Water falls from his eel-like body and drenches you as he passes overhead. A splash from the other side is all you hear as you fall to your knees.
At least you tried. If he dies now out in the ocean, it won’t be a weight on your conscience.
It’s moments later when your world grows black after a sharp pain to the back of your head. You expected it, but it still hurt like a son of a bitch.
When you come to, you’re on a ship. Bound in place and gagged, dropped on the deck like you’re a piece of meat. “You cost us something irreplaceable. Even if the data was useful.” A hand on your chin, and you realize it’s the head researcher. “You were making progress with the beast, even with us increasing the bacterial level. We were soon going to move the creature, treat him, and see if he’d still respond positively to you or not.” A sigh. “Toss her over, she’s of no more use to us now. Hopefully, we can find the specimen again.”
With that command, you’re rolled to the edge and pushed off by booted feet kicking you in the stomach and back like you’re nothing but garbage. Not even worth touching with their hands.
The weights attached to you are tossed in after, and the speed that you start to descend increases.
Dragging you down into the depths at a speed that makes your body ache from the pressure.
You don’t regret it. Letting Katakuri get his freedom back, even if this wasn’t how you thought you’d go out. Your ability to hold your breath isn’t the best, the salt water filling your stomach and lungs already. You can’t tell if the darkness at the edge of your vision is because of deep you are, or simply that you’re dying.
You think you can see a shape in the darkness.
Maybe you’ll be eaten. Sounds slightly better than just drowning.
Through your blurry vision the shape moves closer, and it sort of reminds you of Katakuri. The way his eyes shone that day when you were under the water in the tank. Maybe you’re already dead and your brain is trying to give you a glimmer of hope.
You stop falling. Feeling your nose being pinched shut, a pair of lips connecting to your and shoving air into your body while also seeming to pull the water inside your lungs out. The binds tying your hands and legs loosen, or at least they feel like it.
You have no idea how long the process of him shoving oxygen into your body lasts, only that as you rise nowhere near as quickly as you had descended.
When you breach the surface, you sputter, almost sinking down into the depths again as your arms flail. Feeling an arm curl around you as you keep coughing, holding you higher above the water. In the dim light of the stars, you realize Katakuri saved you.
“Wh-hy?” Your whole body is shaking as you keep coughing, trying to cling to him, the only safe thing you have at the moment.
“A life for a life.” He starts moving, and all you can do is hold on while waiting to see where he takes you.
Now to ghost because I have no idea how well this is gonna go.
CW: Implied grooming, implied abuse, talk of past, past violence, gore like imagery
Word count: Roughly 2.1K
A/N: Chapter Fifty-Three, Barabtos has an update on the information Diavolo had tasked him to look into about you. Yet somehow the news leaves more questions.
Alright, as much as this is an X reader fic there is going to be a background for the MC with her parents mostly because I am also trying to plot for more drama in the thrid season when they're all in the human realm. Sorry if this feels like an exposition dump, just know I did struggle with getting this written, so if you don't like it I am sorry. Next chapter is back to more of the OG story with the start of the Castle Arc and Asmo's Pact portion.
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.
Once the door closed Lucifer let his shoulders loosen the smallest amount. At least he’d be able to let his guard down around the prince and his butler since there weren’t any other prying eyes.
“Barbatos has informed me has some news for us.” Lucifer had been expecting something along those lines, and he didn’t need to guess to know the subject.
“Indeed.” A slight incline that made Barbatos’s teal bangs shift. “I’ve learned our little human is…” He trailed off before letting out a chuckle that made Lucifer frown. “Interesting to say the least.” Something about the way the butler had laughed did nothing to reassure Lucifer.
Barbatos waited for Diavolo to take his seat behind his desk as the president of the student council, his eyes flicking towards Lucifer, who shook his head. He didn’t trust himself to sit, not with the exhaustion nipping at the back of his skull, and he needed to be fully aware for this meeting.
Though as the prince took his seat, he let a laugh of his own. “I would have thought we already agreed she was interesting when she appeared as a sheep on her arrival.” From this distance, Lucifer could see that the edges of Diavolo’s smile were blunted. Like he was trying to take off the edge he had felt at Barbatos’s words.
“That is true, Young Master.” Once Diavolo was situated, Barbatos flicked his wrist, and an image appeared on the wall behind him. “However, after looking deeper into her history as you had requested, after we noticed the inconsistencies, I have found some answers. However…” He trailed off as his ever-present neutral expression turned pensive. “I am not certain either of you will be happy with the information.”
Lucifer was squinting, trying to read the document before Barbatos could continue. “She changed her name?” His expression shifted into a frown.
A nod from the butler. “Indeed. Which explains why some of her records are incomplete. As she changed her surname to her mother’s maiden name I found myself curious and sought out the reason.” A minuscule twitch of his fingers and the image changed. “It seems our Lamb began the process of trying to hide herself shortly after she turned eighteen.”
That made Lucifer’s brows furrow since the image displayed was that of a family of six. In the center of the image was an unknown female, seated in a chair, with what Lucifer could only assume was her husband behind her and slightly off to the side. On one side of the chair, stood three children, in varying ages, all that seemed to be a blend of the two adults centered in the image. On the other, closer to the man, was without a doubt a younger Lamb.
It was clear it was meant to be a family photo. Yet to Lucifer, it looked more like it meant to provide the viewer with a sense of awe instead of familial affection.
No one was smiling.
“Lamb appears to be the eldest child,” Diavolo states, his golden eyes dissecting the photo. “If I didn’t know her now, I would think nothing of it. But you can tell she has been placed there and told to stand as if she is setting an example for her siblings. Look at her posture and expression.” Lucifer had to agree. Your hands were folded in front of you, shoulders squared, and your back straight, your expression neutral. Yet under that, even in the photo, it was clear from your eyes that she was performing.
But for what? Lucifer was doing his best to just listen as Barbatos explained. Not wanting to interrupt as more and more questions swirled in his mind.
“Yes and no.” Barbatos let out a sigh. “The man is Maverick Woods, and while all four children are his…” Barbatos softly said your name. “Is his only child from his first wife. The other three are from his second and current wife, Ophiela.” It wasn’t unlike humans to marry a second time, or several more times after the loss of a spouse, Lucifer thought to himself. “The woman his parents had arranged for him to marry as part of a business merger.” Barbatos flicked his fingers again and went into the details that had been included and why the parents of both had agreed to such. Lucifer could feel his frown deepen and the crows' feet forming at his eyes. If she was meant to marry this man in the first place, what had happened?
“However, while attending university, a young Maverick was traveling the country, and in a small town came across a striking young woman painting in a field.” Now, Lucifer could at least understand what had happened as the image shifted.
The young woman shown was laughing, sunlight shining in her hair. It was undoubtedly your mother, sharing many of her features, from the color to the shape of your face. Barbatos said her name and let out a small chuckle. “From what I was able to learn, she was quite charming. Able to sway even the most callous heart, and her art spoke for itself.” At this, the butler nodded towards Diavolo. “In fact, Young Master, you own several original pieces yourself.”
“I wasn’t aware of such a connection.” His eyebrows pinched as his expression grew pensive. “However, given all the art is under her mother’s married name it does make sense. As well as the praise that the art director has towards one of our exchange students, it seems to be Lamb’s strongest subject.”
“It would appear, to coin a human phrase, the apple did not fall from the tree in that regard.” Barbatos nodded before he turned back to the screen, the hint of the smile he had been sporting on his face fading. “As we learned from Lucifer, she was present for the car accident that claimed her mother's life. It was a traumatic experience for Lamb…” Here, Barbatos grew quiet, placing one of his hands over his heart. “Only to be worsened by the fact that Maverick mourned his wife for almost a week before he even realized she had been present for the accident.” A brief pause. “And survived.”
“He didn’t even know his daughter had almost been killed?!” Luifer could feel his blood simmering just under his skin. He was a demon, his own father having cast him from the Celestial Realm, but he could remember before that, before the distance had formed between them, and how his father had loved him.
“Barbatos, I assume you have phrased it that way for a reason?”
A small chuckle from Barbatos as his hand returned to his side. “Clever as always, Young Master. After their marriage, Maverick began to pull away, focused on his business, with Lamb’s mother slowly being stripped of her freedom. She was treated like a possession instead of a person, which I suspect was due to her new in-laws not approving of her. The distance did improve once our dear exchange student was born, however, Marverick seemed to only care that she was raised to be acceptable for high society.”
That sunk in and Lucifer felt sick to his stomach.
He had ripped the still beating hearts from the chests of men when he had been summoned via spells. Pulled demons apart by the individual strands of sinew that made up their muscles when they made threats he would not accept. Ground his heel into the small of the back of vampires that had plotted to murder Diavolo after having ripped the fangs from their skulls while they screamed for mercy.
Never in his long life had he viewed any being as a possession. As something to be shaped into a tool.
Something which the man whom the human that was placed in his care, referred to as her father, had tried to do to her.
“No wonder she changed her name.”
“Who changed their name now?” The sing-song voice of Solomon called out as he strode into the room like he was late for afternoon tea.
“If you had been here earlier, Solomon, I wouldn’t need to explain myself twice.” Barbatos tilted his head, but both Demon Prince and Avatar of Pride could tell the Prince’s steward was not happy with the witty sorcerer and his late arrival.
The tension returning to Lucifer’s body, he should have known the white-haired human was supposed to be at the meeting as well.
“Now that we are all caught up.” Barbatos was still glaring at Solomon. “It was not until much later that Lamb changed her name. While I was not able to learn all of the circumstances, it seems her step-mother had her moved to a separate residence from the rest of the family shortly after marrying her father.”
Lucifer felt a pit in his stomach. No wonder she seemed to be excited at some of the smallest things, like gaming with Levi. Or going to work at Mammon’s part time jobs. He thought he even saw her laughing with the succubus Naamah on more than one occasion over the simplest of things.
She grew up in isolation.
“While she did not reside with them, it appears she was being restricted similar to the way her mother was. I am still digging, however, I believe it is safe to assume that Lamb learned something on her birthday that day and decided she needed to run.”
Diavolo leaned forward, folding his hands together and resting his chin on them. “Barbatos, I’d like you to keep looking into that.” A nod from the teal haired demon. Lucifer could understand why Diavolo would be interested. His own father had been strict with him, and it wasn’t until he and his brothers fell that Diavolo seemed to gain friends. Most demons placed near the prince before had been arranged so by their families to try to curry favor.
“Of course, Young Master.” Another image forcing Lucifer to stop musing about Diavolo’s reasons. “Lamb headed to the only other place she had left, her maternal grandparents. Leaving almost everything behind and taking a single suitcase with her. It seems her mother left everything to her parents, who in turn were trying to leave as much as they could for the grandchild they had never met.”
Lucifer could only imagine the surprise on the couple's face when their granddaughter appeared, looking so much like her mother on their doorstep. She probably didn’t even know what to say.
Solomon let out a hum. “Well. That may help explain why she is often guarded below the surface level. As well as some of her magic.”
“Pardon?!”
“What are you saying?”
“Curious.”
Three voices answered in tandem as the sorcerer let out a chuckle. “Her mother.” Tapping one of his fingers against his arms as he smiled that snake charmer smile of his. “I believe I heard of her at the sorcerers' society a long time ago. If I recall correctly, there were a few witches who claimed she had magic, with the way she could paint and capture the image.” Letting out a small hum in thought. “Or was it that she seemed to be able to soothe any temper with just her voice?” Tilting his head. “Or-”
“Solomon.” Baratos interrupted. “Perhaps, you could make inquiries if they allow you into the building instead of trying to remember?” A chill emanated from his voice as his green eyes narrowed.
“That might be difficult.” A small laugh. “I think I’m still banned at the moment.”
Lucifer reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course. If the so-called witty sorcerer had any information, it would be muddled. Or as Lucifer suspected, he was trying to drag this out in order to get something. The question was, what would he gain in hiding something he learned?
“Regardless.” Letting out another laugh. “If her mother had magic, it could be some dormant power that caused her to be a sheep. Something that her pacts with Mammon, Leviathan, and Beelzebub are waking up.” Lucifer couldn’t help the noise of irritation as it slipped from his throat. Of course, he’d already know you made a third pact, even with Lucifer trying to keep that information from spreading throughout the Devildom. Your first two already had you as a main source of gossip.
“Even dormant magical power can still be sensed,” Diavolo stated. “Even with answers, our Little Lamb still seems to leave us with more questions.”
“I’ll keep looking into it, My Lord.” Barbatos gave a bow of his head. Yet Lucifer couldn’t pull his gaze from Solomon. The white-haired immortal human had a glint in his eyes. One that promised he was up to something, and with the overnight event at the Demon Lord’s Castle coming, he’d have to keep a closer eye on him.
CW: Family drama, siblings being mean, implied violence, avoidance,
Word count: Roughly 2.1K
A/N: Chapter Fifty-Two, You leave the meeting with Levi, and try to have fun with the otaku. All while Lucifer gives Asmodeus an order he has no intention of following. The best part? Belphie calls out to you from the attic. Again.
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.
A few more details about the group retreat were discussed before you were told you could leave. Not like you were actually paying attention anyway, but it seemed like you weren’t going to be allowed to just leave on your own.
Instead, Levi was tagged to go with you. You weren’t complaining since a new track in Devil Kart had been released, which meant you and Levi could play it without any distractions. Plus, you could tell the poor purple haired demon was clearly running on empty when it came to his social battery.
Even if he hadn’t been in class for most of the week in person.
The rest of the meeting went as smoothly as it normally did, when it started to wind down Lucifer wished he had brought his reading glasses, the ones he needed when he was near the point of exhaustion. The budget sheet in front of him was starting to blur, and he was honestly trying to remember the last time he slept.
Or he should say slept without Demonus aiding him like it had the previous weekend. Since then, he’d been busy trying to get everything for this retreat sorted out.
“Thank you, Satan, as always, your attention to detail is evident.” Praise with a smile from Diavolo before he looks around the rest of the room. “Unless someone has something else to bring up, I believe that should wrap up this meeting?”
Nods from all around the table, even if two of the brothers were busy with other things. Mammon was clearly looking at his phone and tapping his foot, his usual bland expression in place. Beelzebub was busy eating the food Barbatos had brought in halfway through. Yet as Asmodeus stood, Lucifer let out a cough to ensure he had his younger brother’s attention.
“Asmodeus.” Rising to his full height as he adjusted the sleeves of his coat. “Lamb will need something for the formal section of the second evening.” Lifting his gaze from his notes, like he was still reading them and this was an off-the-cuff moment.
“Why are you telling me?” Asmodeus was looking at his nails, clearly more interested in that.
“I expect you to take her to find something suitable.” Crossing his arms as he stared at his brother.
“Hell no.” His answer made Lucifer frown. He hadn’t been asking the Avatar of Lust. “Make Mammon do it, he’s her babysitter. I have better things to do.”
“I don’t mind taking her.” No longer on his phone, but there’s a glint in his eyes. “So long as Lucifer is paying the bill.” Though Mammon does turn to look at his brother. “I’m surprised you aren’t jumping at the chance to go shoppin with her. Weren’t ya saying a little while ago how she made for the cutest accessory?”
“Old news, and an old fad.” Flicking his compact mirror open to check his make up. “I have much better things to do, like getting my nails done, my hair touched up, oh and I have a meeting with Majolish about their newest line.” The longer he spoke the more giddy he became. Snapping his mirror shut, then looking at Lucifer with a tilt of his head and a pout. “You can’t seriously want me to help someone who looks so bland now do you? I mean, she turned me before so why would I want to do anything to help her to fix herself now?”
Lucifer had no idea what his brother was going on about. Just sighing as he pressed one of his hands against his eyes. “It sounds to me like your meeting with Majolish would be the perfect time to get her something suitable.” Lowering his hand and giving Asmodeus his signature, I’m not asking look. “I’ll send a message to their office that the expenses for Lamb’s outfit are to be charged to my account.” Letting his voice drop closer to a growl. “And only Lambs.”
“Ugh, fine.” A wave of his hand and Lucifer seemed to accept that was the end of it.
“Lucifer, before you depart, do you have a moment to meet with Barbatos and I?” Turning his attention back to the prince, Lucifer nodded before following after him. The moment the door closed, Mammon turned his attention to Asmodeus and Satan.
“What the hell is with you two? Before everything happened in the underground tomb ya both seemed to like her?” As much as Mammon was often called a scum bag by his siblings, there was one thing he had always been good at.
Telling when his siblings were upset, and he’d quickly learned to read Lamb just as easily in that regard.
“I just said it!” Asmodeus rolled his head as he paused near the door. “If your head wasn’t so empty you might have understood it.”
“So ya only wanna be seen with her when she’s trending on Devilgram?” Mammon shouldn’t have expected anything deeper than that as an answer from the Avatar of Lust.
“No.” Huffing and giving his head a toss. “As long as she was a cute accessory I wouldn’t have cared. As a human she isn’t as adorable, and when I tried to fix that she turned me down. So I’m not wasting my time on her, she’s not worth the effort.” A final wave of his hand and Asmodeus didn’t bother waiting around, he had better things to do then argue with his brother.
Though he also had zero intention of helping their little exchange student find an outfit for the formal dinner and dance. It simply wasn’t his problem.
When the door closed, Mammon turned to Satan, lifting one of his white eyebrows to see what his other brother would state.
For his part Satan simply shrugged. “It gets under Lucifer’s skin when she’s upset.”
“Maybe ya should tell her that! Damnit, just because Belphie is in the human realm doesn’t mean you need to double down on trying to annoy the shit out of Lucifer.” Slapping his face, Mammon could only sigh. Pulling out his phone to text Levi and Lamb to let them know the meeting was in done in case she wanted to avoid the two of them and just return to her room.
“Stop sending Crimson Wasp bombs at me!” Screeching when his cartoonish snake in it’s kart went flying for the upteenth time.
“If you weren’t always in first place it wouldn’t target you!” Yelling back just as loudly without taking your eyes off the screen and your own cartoon-esque sheep character driving its own kart. While you weren’t terrible at the game, you rarely ever won.
Not like a certain otaku.
“Skill issue your’s is! Problem not mine.” Leaning like it would help his character avoid the Abyss Snail slime patch that one of the NPCs had left on the track, all while snickering at how clever he thought he was being. As soon as he cleared it he released a Crimson Bee Bomb behind him, which took out an NPC you were trying to get around. “I mean, I even try to help you from the lead and you still can’t get into fourth, let alone second!”
“Crap!” Yelling as your character hits a different slime patch and careens off into the void. It’s too late in the race for your little sheep to make up for the mistake, Levi’s character is seconds from the finish line so you just fall backwards from your seated position on the floor of his room. “Why can’t we play at a lower speed?!” Bemoaning your failure as the lights in room shift as the display jumps to the awards scene since it was the end of your four-track set.
“That.” Levi snorts, “would be too boring.” Reaching for his phone as it went off with a notification. “At least you’re better than Mammon at this. Oh. Speaking of, he said the meeting is done. He wanted to give you a heads up if you wanted to go back to your room to hide.”
“Yeah, sounds like a good call.” Sitting up to hand the controller you had been using back to him. “Plus, I’m tired of getting my butt whooped.” Giving your shoulders a roll before rising to your feet.
“Welcome to a rematch, anytime you are.” This time you roll your eyes, he’s way to smug in his ever assured victories over you and his brothers.
“Yeah, yeah.” Waving your hand as you head for the door. “See you tomorrow.” Heading for the stairs to slip back down to the main floor before anyone else got home, and you’re almost there before you hear a voice call out to you.
Belpehgor has the worst timing. You know you won’t be able to sleep without seeing him, the brat would keep calling out to you like he’s done in the past. Only problem is, if you go now, you’re gonna have to stay in the attic for a while to avoid seeing anyone else.
Which opens you up to Lucifer coming up to check on his trapped brother, and finding you there.
“I swear you have a knack for being a pain in the ass.” Turning on your heels and hoping that Lucifer is going to hang back to speak with Diavolo. He usually does come home late, something you learned from the week of trying to avoid him.
At least it doesn’t take you long to get up to the attic, but you do drag out regaling the youngest brother with everything that’s happened since you last spoke to him.
“They’re having an exchange party…?” There’s a tilt to his head before he makes a noise that you could only describe as a derivative snort. “Hmph, ridiculous.”
“I think it could be fun.” Giving a small shrug as you lean back to rest on your hands that are behind you. “Minus that stupid formal part.”
“Aren’t most girls happy with getting dressed up for stuff like that?”
“Yes. On the flip side, most men aren’t, but then there’s your brother.” You don’t need to say the name to know he knows exactly who you mean when you watch his expression shift, his purple eyes, similar to Beel’s, open wide.
“Alright, you got me there.” A small chuckle that puts you slightly more at ease. “But back to more important business, you said you managed to make a pact with Beel?” You nod, feeling the corners of your mouth lift as you think of the big redhead. “You didn’t strike me as the type of person who would come through for me, so I didn’t really have my hopes up, honestly.”
“I didn’t make the pact because you asked.” Picking up a chunk of dried mud from the floor to toss at him. “Beel offered after what happened with the whole…” You trail of not wanting to repeat events you had glossed over.
“Little dog getting lost in the tomb incident?” You wince. That’s one way to put it without talking about exactly what had happened. Though, you are feeling your shoulders tense again. You hadn’t mentioned Luke when you told him about what happened. So how does he know? “I can see those eyebrows of you furrow, I thought by now you’d realize I might be trapped but I do know some things that happen in the house.”
Right. “Yeah. That.” Keeping your words short, and your tone clipped as you answered him.
“You’ve managed to make pacts with Mammon, Leviathan, and Beelzebub now. I guess you’re halfway to your goal.” Reaching up to push his bangs away from his eyes and giving you a smile.
“Your goal.” It’s your turn to snort. “Last time I left I said I’d think about helping you, getting a pact with Beel wasn’t planned.”
“Either way, it works for me and what I want.” Letting out another soft laugh. “You know, I’m starting to think there might be something more to you.” Tilting his head in a different direction. “I think there’s a reason you were chosen to come here. Out of all the humans he could have picked, why did Diavolo choose you…” He trails off and you can’t help but agree.
“I mean. Several times I keep telling them I never signed anything to agree to come on this exchange. Yet Lucifer and Lord Diavolo keep pointing at an application with my signature.” You might still not trust him, but you need something to eat up more time before you can risk heading back to your room.
“You’ll be going to the Demon Lord’s Castle for this exchange party or retreat or whatever it is, right?” You agree with him, even if you aren’t sure where he’s going with it. “You need to search for clues as to what exactly it is that makes you so special while you’re at Diavolo’s Castle.”
“Wow. That sounds like an order.” Deadpanning as you pick up a tiny rock and toss it at him.
“Stop throwing things at me.” Grousing a bit in a way that reminds you of someone sulking. “Be honest, you’re curious to know the truth as well, after all. You must want to know why it is you were chosen.”
You pause mid-throw of another, even smaller piece of mud. What if you were chosen? Nothing about your entire life strikes you as anything that would be worthy of note, and you’re far from any kind of hero in novels. So why did you end up being picked for the exchange?
“That look on your face says everything.” You break from your train of thought at you scowl at him. “I can’t help but wonder what secrets you’ll dig up. This should be very interesting indeed.”
CW: Family drama, siblings being mean, implied violence, avoidance,
Word count: Roughly 2.3K
A/N: Chapter Fifty-One, You've noticed two of the brother's don't seem to be as nice to you as they once were. Which has you avoiding the House of Lamentation once more.
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.
You spent the next week once more avoiding the House of Lamentation. This time however, it has nothing to do with Lucifer.
It has to do with Asmodeus and Satan. All because Sunday morning, the first time the two had seen you since breakfast the day before, Asmodeus looked at you with wide eyes before frowning. “What, you’re still alive? Well, that’s boring.”
“Wow. That’s rude.” Deadpanning as you keep walking, trying to ignore the fact that you think the pink-haired demon is trying to stir shit up again. Plus. Who says that to someone?!
“Of course she is. Unless he went crazy again like last week, Lucifer wouldn’t harm Lamb.” Pausing to look up from his phone to make eye contact with you, a tilt to his head like he thinks he knows something you don’t. “And do you know why that is, our sweet little lamb?” You could do without the way his tone went syrupy sweet.
“I’m not stupid.” Rolling your eyes. “It’s because I’m an exchange student.” You have no idea where this conversation is going. You also miss the days from early in the exchange when they didn’t act like assholes. You aren’t sure when the change happened but it was hard not to notice the shift in how the pair treated you.
“Exactly. I see you have a good grasp of what’s going on here.” You really don’t like that tone he’s taken now. “If anything were to happen to one of our exchange students, it would make Lord Diavolo look bad. Lucifer would never do anything to harm Lord Diavolo’s reputation.” Letting out a small laugh that has no mirth to it. “So any platitudes that he offered you, well, just remember.” Leaning in just close enough to whisper. “He’ll always put Lord Diavolo first, and after the exchange, you won’t matter anymore.”
Instead of answering him, you just gripped your hands into fists and kept walking. The two of them clearly didn’t get enough drama from breakfast the day before, and you’re not going to be someone else's entertainment. Heading for Levi’s room to watch him play his newest game while reading the next volume of TSL.
Yet, by the end of the day, you felt less sure of yourself and your decision to walk away. Was Satan right? Before that conversation, you thought maybe Lucifer was trying in his own way to apologize. Reminding you of the person he had been the night you wanted tea after waking up from a nightmare. Now. You were wondering if, when he left the House after your pact, if his attempted apology wasn’t made because Diavolo had told him to do it.
So, it made it easier to avoid the house again, and this time you spent most of it with Naamah.
Mammon was busy with his part-time jobs. Leviathan had gotten a new game and gone into full otaku lockdown mode, meaning he didn’t even want to see you. Beel was busy with preparing for the start of the new fangol season. You didn’t know what fangol was, but the redhead promised to try and explain it to you when he had more time.
So when you weren’t in classes, you spent time with your only female friend that you had made in the Devildom. Learning about the event that is serving as the excuse that Diavolo is using for the overnight weekend at the Demon Lords' castle.
The main gist you got out of it, was that it’s a day to celebrate Lord Diavolo’s grandfather and him putting in place the current rules in the Devildom. It was a little scary to think that once upon a time, the Devildom was more like warring factions with Demon Kings who decided to do whatever they wanted. Unlike Diavolo’s grandfather, who worked to put rules in place that would carry on long past his death.
In other words.
He caused a lot of changes that stabilised the Devildom.
So the upcoming event is kind of important. It might have taken a while to get that part learned, since as with everything you do with Naamah, there’s a lot of laughter happening from the two of you. Which is probably why, what would take a Devildom child an hour to learn took her a week to explain to you.
From what you’re learning from the rumour mill, it sounds like it’s going to be a formal dance type event for the celebration. You are not looking forward to it, even less so when you learn that Naamah isn’t high enough on the demon social ladder to get an invite.
“Can’t Solomon get you an invite?”
“I wish.” Flicking a page of her book, Naamah let out a sigh. “As much as Sol has a lot of pull in the Devildom for being a human, the only reason he’s going is that he’s an exchange student.”
“I wanna skip it.” Letting your head hit the table in front of you, well aware the two of you aren’t exactly being quiet in the RAD library.
“Sorry, girl. You can’t. Even I’m smart enough to see that.” Reaching out and patting your back. “The problem of being popular.” Putting a bit more effort in the pop part of the word.
You hear a bit of laughter happening on one of the lower levels and you lift your head, only to roll your eyes. “Do they need to make a fuss every time they see him?”
“Trust me, Lucifer’s fan club is nowhere near as bad as Asmodeus’s.” Standing near the librarian’s desk, Lucifer is clearly trying to get the two books on the counter checked out. Yet several demons are crowding him and asking him a slew of questions, and the noise is a dull roar.
“I don’t even wanna think about that dramatic jerk right now.” Snorting before you look around for the wall clock above the checkout counter. You have about another hour before you’re supposed to be in the RAD student council room for a meeting.
“I’m telling you, Asmodeus and Satan are just trying to get under your skin and cause more problems for Lucifer.” Hearing her pause for a moment. “Well. Satan is trying to cause more problems for Lucifer. Unfortunately, you’re easy fodder for that fire.”
“Gee, thanks.” Letting your eyes trail back to Lucifer, the slightest uptick at the corner of your mouth as you recognize him trying to tell them to politely leave him alone. The glare on his face is taking away from how polite it sounds, but they are demons.
“You’re staring. At this rate I’m going to start to think you’ve got a thing for him.” You jolt, feeling the hackles on the back of your neck as you start to sputter that Naamah is wrong in every sense of the word. Like you’d ever having feelings for someone who tried to kill you.
The little voice at the back of your head whispers how you’re glad you never told her about the two photos Diavolo sent you.
You hate to part from Naamah, but as she enjoyed pointing out, she wasn’t a member of the student council or an exchange student as she left you outside of the ridiculous space that served as the office. The same room you had appeared in when you had first been summoned to the Devildom, the one that looked like a courtroom, a style choice that still doesn’t make a lick of sense to you.
Pushing the door open you jump at your name being yelled loud enough to make your ears hurt. “Hey, hey hey, there’s my favorite human, you’re alive!” Almost perfectly in time with an arm wrapping around your shoulders and starting to drag you into the room.
“Says my so called babysitter whose been too busy trying to make money all week to make sure no one ate me.” Huffing a little as you try to smack his arm away. Mostly because you expect that if this meeting goes too long, Mammon is going to try and use you as his scapegoat, pun not intended, to slip out early. “It’s like you don’t care at all.”
“Tch. Cus I don’t.”
“The way you’re dragging her around says differently.” Levi has his eyes narrowed and you get the impression he was wishing he had been a little faster to snag you at the door. That might have meant he would have had to put his handheld gaming console down.
“You and I both know it’s because he’s up to something.” Rolling your eyes when you give up your fight and drop into the seat next to Mammon. Smirking when Levi gets up to move and takes the one next to you all while scowling at his brother behind your back. Well. As in across your back since he isn’t bothering trying to hide the fact that he’s annoyed. “He only gets that clingy when he wants something.” You pause for a second as you remember that one of your RAD uniform shirts was missing again this morning. “Or he’s trying to suck up for selling my shit again.”
It’s Mammon’s turn to jolt while Levi laughs at his reaction. “You’ve got to give me the deets L-8-R, yo! That sounds like something the main character in-”
“Man, there you go again! “Give me the deets L-8-R, yo”?! Like, what lame message board did ya learn that one?!” You wanted to know which anime Levi was going to reference because this time, you thought he had been acting like the Lord of Fools from TSL when he would sell Henry’s armour and then buy it back at double the price because he felt bad after they became friends. Oh well. “Also, it’s one thing to type L8R, but who the hell actually says it out loud?!”
“It’s just one of the things that makes Levi, Levi.” Shrugging your shoulders as you give the Otauko a thumbs up and a grin.
“You three are insufferable.” Spoken from one of the desks that doesn’t form part of the “U” shape that you’ve come to realize is normal for some of the officer meetings. At least according to Mammon and Beel, because Levi only shows up when Lucifer orders him to. “At this point, Lucifer and Lord Diavolo should know that having Lamb here is just going to make the meeting drag longer than it needs to.” You just glare at Satan as he seems to be working on something, as he throws his barb at you without seeming to pause.
“I mean, maybe it’s because of Mammon.” Asmodeus speaks up, and you get the feeling that he planned to arrive just in time, like him and Satan planned to throw shade again. “It’s not often we get to see the idiot struggle, and the way he fawns over Lamb and tries to pretend he doesn’t is amusing.”
“Oy! I don’t fawn.”
“That isn’t what I heard Lord Diavolo say. Ooh…” A glint in his eyes as Asmodeus takes his seat while glancing at the door that leads to the back. “Speak of the devil! Lord Diavolo and Lucifer just showed up.”
“Well, it seems that everyone’s here.” If Diavolo notices or picks up on the underlying tension in the room he doesn’t acknowledge it. Just looks at Lucifer with one of those wide grins of his. “Shall we get started, Lucifer?” You let your eyes flick towards the dark haired demon, meeting his crimson eyes and you feel the involuntary swallow you take at the intensity of his stare. “Lucifer?”
A cough before he looks away and nods at Diavolo. “All right, I’m going to go ahead and call this officers’ meeting to order. To start things off, Lord Diavolo has an announcement for us.”
You might not attend a lot of these meetings but you don’t know why Diavolo didn’t just kick things off himself. “Yes. Well then, I assume that some of you have already heard the rumors about the group retreat. And they’re true. I’m planning an exchange party between demons, angels, and humans to be held at my castle. I have a feeling that this will turn out to be quite the interesting experience for all of us.”
As jovial as Diavolo is after that statement, you don’t share his enthusiasm. Doing your best to pay attention as all the demons around you start bantering and so far there’s only one that you agree with.
“Maybe for you, but for me it’s simply going to mean more headaches.” If you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself between the second and third born, you’d have audibly agreed with Lucifer. Not just because of the sinking feeling you’re getting in your gut. Even more so when talk of a dinner party and formal dance for the second night are brought up. Feeling the sweat starting to form on your palms at the very idea of attending.
“I assume you must have some questions?” Broken from your train of thought when Diavolo addresses you.
“Yeah.” You make sure you have full eye contact with his golden gaze as you narrow your eyes. “I don’t wanna go, so can I just skip it?”
“Absolutely not.” Lucifer butts in, but you don’t let your eyes shift from Diavolo’s, lifting an eyebrow at the demon prince. “It’s mandatory for all the exchange students.”
“You seemed rather amicable to the idea when I brought it up a few days ago.” Diavolo looks like a kicked puppy but you are not backing down. “Lucifer is correct however, this event is mandatory for members of the exchange.”
“Can’t blame me for asking. Just like everything in this exchange so far, seems my opinion doesn’t matter.” From where Lucifer is seated, you hear what you think is a pen snapping, and snickers from the opposite direction where Satan is sitting in his seat.
“You’re late,” you told him, slapping a dough ball onto the floured board. “I was starting to think you’d actually learned to sleep like a normal person.”
Zuko’s footsteps were almost silent, but you had spent seven years learning to read the spaces between sounds. He stopped at your prep station, just inside your peripheral vision, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on the back of your neck.
“I had a thing,” he said.
“A thing.”
“A diplomatic thing. With Ambassador Kuei. It went long.”
You snorted. “Let me guess. He wanted to renegotiate the trade agreement for the seventeenth time, and you wanted to set his mustache on fire.”
A pause. Then, very quietly: “…his mustache is very flammable-looking.”
You finally looked up. Zuko smiled at you. That should’ve told you he was up to no good.
Because he was holding a radish.
Not just a radish. Your radish. The one you’d been saving for the garnish on tomorrow’s soup, because these particular radishes came from a specific farm in the northwestern province, and they had exactly three of them left, and they tasted good without being boiled and—
“Put it down,” you said icily.
Zuko took a bite. Loudly. Crunchily. Maintaining eye contact the entire time. What an idiot.
“You glutton,” you hissed, grabbing for it. He danced back a step—lithe and quick, because of course he was; years of being banished and he still moved like a flame—and took another bite, chewing with deliberate slowness.
“It’s good,” he said, around a mouthful of radish. “Crisp. Tell the royal kitchen to buy more of these.”
“It was for the soup.”
“What soup?”
“Oh, you know. The soup I’m making tomorrow for the council luncheon, which you insisted had to be ‘impressive’ and ‘diplomatically neutral’ and ‘not the same thing we served last time,’ and now I have to figure out what to do with two radishes instead of three, so I hope you’re happy.”
Zuko thought about what you’ve said. Then he held out the remaining half of the radish. “Do you want it back?”
“Of course not,” you replied, scoffing. “That’s disgusting. I want you to leave.”
“You don’t mean that.”
He said it so simply, so matter-of-factly, that you felt stunned by the sheer audacity that he was absolutely right. You turned back to your dough, attacking the next ball with more force than strictly necessary. “I absolutely mean it. Go away. Be the Firelord somewhere else. I have work to do.”
You heard him move closer. He stopped right behind you, close enough that you could smell the faint smoke-and-ember scent that always clung to him, like a hearthfire banked for the night.
“You’re doing the rolls wrong,” he murmured.
You had to suck in a deep breath to keep yourself from rolling your eyes to the back of your head.
“I am not.”
“You are. You’re making them too small. The one on the end is going to burn.”
You looked down at your perfectly shaped, uniformly sized rolls. They were fine. They were perfect. You had been making these exact rolls for seven years, and he had never once—not once—thanked you for making them, and now he wanted to criticize?
You picked up no more than a palm of flour and threw it at him.
Zuko could’ve dodged. He knew what was coming. He’d dodged worse things than flying flour—fire, knives, and the occasional well-aimed shoe from his friends. But he didn’t dodge. He stood there and let the flour hit him square in the chest, a puff of white dust blooming across the dark silk of his formal robe.
He looked down at himself. Then back at you.
“That,” he started, “was a three-hundred-year-old ceremonial robe. And perfectly good flour went to waste.”
“Good,” you huffed. “Maybe it’ll teach you not to critique my baking.”
He brushed at the flour, succeeding only in smearing it around.
“You’re so childish.”
“Childish? I’m not the one who sneaks into the kitchen at midnight to steal vegetables and complain about portion sizes.”
“I wasn’t complaining. I was merely stating my opinion.”
“Opinion that I did not ask for, Firelord.”
Zuko frowned at the title. You knew just how to get him to sulk and pout.
“I was being helpful.”
You made a sound of pure, undiluted exasperation. “You don’t know the first thing about cooking besides the basics, Zuko.”
“I also know how to make tea.”
“That doesn’t count.”
Zuko’s mouth pressed into a thin line—the one that meant he was trying not to smile and failing miserably. He looked ridiculous, standing there in his flour-dusted ceremonial robes with a half-eaten radish in one hand, hair loose that pooled behind his back, his cheeks flushed with something that might have been embarrassment or might have been the warmth of the kitchen.
You ignored the incessant feeling that clawed at your chest. Maybe it was the exhaustion getting to you.
“Sit down,” you sighed. “If you’re going to be in my way, at least be in my way sitting down.”
Zuko sat. He always sat, eventually. That was the thing about these midnight visits—he, for all the power he had as Firelord, was utterly compliant when it came to you.
You finished shaping the rolls in silence, your hands moving automatically, your mind somewhere else entirely. You could feel him watching you with something that you knew all too well. Something that had been there for so long you’d stopped questioning it.
“You look tired,” he said, finally.
“I look like I’ve been cooking for fourteen hours,” you replied. “Which I have.”
“You should sleep more.”
“I could, but the prep wouldn’t finish all of this, now would it?”
“I hired a lot of people in the royal kitchen for you not to do all of this.”
“Well, I like doing all of this my way,” you hummed. “It helps when I’m alone. Have you eaten?”
He didn’t answer. That was answer enough.
You sighed, reaching for a covered dish by the pantry. You set the dish in front of him with a spoon.
“It’s still warm.”
Zuko looked at the noodles. “You saved these for me?”
“I saved them for the compost,” you noted flatly. “You just happened to be here.”
He ate them. All of them.
“(Name),” he said once he finished.
“Don’t,” you said, because you knew that tone. You’d heard it a hundred times, in a hundred different ways, and you weren’t ready for whatever was coming next.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t say something that’s going to make this weird.”
Zuko huffed. “I’m not going to make it weird.”
“You’re always going to make it weird. You have a gift.”
He frowned—not his angry frown, but the one that crinkled the unscarred side of his face and made him look softer. “I was just going to say thank you.”
“For the noodles?”
Oh. That was new.
“For… everything. For being here. For putting up with me.” He gestured vaguely at the kitchen, at the flour on his robes, at the half-eaten radish now on a clean tray.
“For all of this.”
You felt your throat tighten. You turned back to the dough, even though the rolls were already finished and covered and ready to just set. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s my job.”
“It’s not your job to throw flour at me.”
“That part’s a bonus,” you told him smugly. “Perks of being employed by the Firelord, I guess.”
There was something in the air; you were sure of it. It could be the dust motes or the warmth of the fire burning until it reaches its last embers.
Something that you were scared to address because you didn’t want to ruin what you already had.
“You’ve got flour on your face,” Zuko said.
“So do you.”
“No, I mean—” He stood up, crossed the few steps between you, and before you could react, his hand was cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing gently across your cheekbone, wiping away the streak of flour you’d forgotten about.
His hand was warm. They were always warm, firebenders—Zuko especially, like a banked coal that never quite went out. But this warmth was different. This warmth was certain. His thumb lingered for a moment longer than necessary, and his eyes—those impossible, burning gold eyes—were fixed on yours, and you swore you forgot how to breathe.
“There,” he murmured. “Got it.”
You should have stepped back. You should’ve deflected and went back to familiar territory. That was the dance you and him had been doing for seven years—push and pull, bicker and banter, never quite crossing the line into whatever lay beyond.
But you didn’t step back. And he didn’t let go.
“Zuko,” you said, and his name came out wrong—too breathless—like the longing you tried so hard to bury had finally resurfaced.
“(Name),” he replied, and there was something in his voice you’d never heard before. Something that sounded like fear, like hope, like the moment before a flame catches.
It’s something. And that something was both terrifying and something that you now wanted to name. To acknowledge and finally be honest.
“You should go,” you whispered, but you didn’t mean it, and he knew it.
“I know,” he said, and didn’t move.
His hand was still on your face. His thumb was still tracing slow, absent patterns on your cheekbone. You could feel the calluses on his fingers—sword calluses, firebending calluses, the hard-won scars of a boy who’d had to fight for everything he’d ever gotten.
“If you’re going to kiss me,” you started, because you had gotten tired of waiting and because you’d never been good at keeping your mouth shut, “you should probably do it before I change my mind.”
Zuko’s breath caught. You thought you’d misread everything—thought you’d finally pushed too far, broken the fragile thing between you with your bluntness and your sharp tongue and your inability to just let things be.
Then he kissed you. Soft and chaste. You swore that feeling in your chest had never been happier.
You broke apart eventually, foreheads resting together, breathing the same warm kitchen air. Zuko’s hands had moved to your waist, his fingers curled into the fabric of your apron like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.
“That was—” he started.
“Seven years overdue,” you finished, smiling.
He laughed. “I was going to say ‘nice.’”
“It was nice,” you agreed. “But you can do better.”
His eyes widened, settling upon the realization. “Is that a challenge?”
“It’s an observation.”
“You and your observations.”
“You and your—mmph!”
He kissed you again, rude to not have let you finish, and this time it wasn’t shy at all. The dough lay forgotten for a while, but that’s okay; you’ll have the Firelord’s help to help you remake another batch.
CW: Audio voyeurism, overhearing sex, phone sex unintentionally, voyeuristic fantasy, threesome fantasy, post sex, teasing, public teasing, foot play, penis in vaginal sex, cum inside, multiple rounds, threesome, blow job, cock rings, anal, anal prep, breast play, teasing, strip tease, cuck chair, semi clothed sex, condom use, safe words, overstimulation, desk sex, aftercare.
Word count: Roughly 10K
A/N: You and Lucifer realize that a certain someone heard the two of you. Instead of confronting a certain demonic prince, the two of you decide to see how long you can tease him, and when he catches on. Well. The two of you make an offer to Diavolo that he can't seem to resist. Too bad that you get in over your head.
This one relates back to Day 3
Alright. I am well aware this is late. Like super late. I kind of lost the sauce with this one, so instead of never posting it, here you go! Enjoy some Lucifer X Reader, Reader X Diavolo, and Lucifer X Diavolo.
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As you rub your face after you come back to your senses, you realize Lucifer is ignoring you. “Seriously? You’re still inside me and yet you’re checking your phone?” Grumbling as you shuffle before partially sitting up. Lucifer ignores your barb, one hand on your hip still while his eyebrows are furrowed together as he glares at the screen. “Lucifer.” You’re starting to get annoyed at him giving you the silent treatment since he’s still between your legs, and the couch in his office isn’t all that comfortable with the angle you’re pressed against it at.
“Lucifer!” Snapping at him since you can’t get up at the moment.
“I’m not ignoring you.” His gaze doesn’t even shift as he answers you, giving your hip a quick squeeze. “It seems I recently had a call with Diavolo.”
You feel the confusion flood you as you try to adjust yourself again, which just has Lucifer’s hard cock rubbing against a cluster of nerves that makes you pant. Willing yourself to ignore it as you focus on your lover. “You mean you have a missed call?” Trying to keep your body from responding because a second round is not a good idea right now. Or at least not in his office.
“No.” His eyes shifting from his phone at last to you, turning the device so you can see what he does. “There was a recent call, and it seems Diavolo did not hang up when he realized I didn’t mean to answer it.” Any pleasure you might be feeling fades like ice in an oven.
“You mean?!” Your voice is more of a squeak than anything else.
“Yes.” His lips a thin line. “It seems our dear prince.” Straining Diavolo’s title before he lets out a snort. “Decided to listen to the two of us even after he should have realized that I was in no position to answer.” You can’t help but groan, flopping back even if the armrest is digging into your back.
“In other words, Diavolo was being a pervert?”
“Yes.” Pinching his nose after returning his phone to his pocket. “I must have hit the answer button when we shifted positions.”
“So…” You trail off, any pending arousal still in your system fading quickly. “How do you wanna handle it?”
“That depends on you my love.” Lifting your arm away from your face to frown at him after having dropped it there to try and cool your inferno of a face. “Diavolo does seem to have a strange fascination with our relationship. And you after that confession in the human world.”
“Lucifer.” Letting out a sigh. “Can we not have this conversation when you’re still inside me? And twitching.” Your face is burning even more instead of less at the reminder of Diavolo’s confession after you and Lucifer had made it official that you were together.
A nod from the dark haired demon who helps you sit up properly before removing himself from your core. Both of you watching the flood of white fluid that drips from your cunt, causing both of you to swallow.
“Maybe after round two?” Hoping he gets your meaning. Another nod from the demon and you’re in his arms as he whisks you away to his room, thankfully avoiding any of his siblings on the way.
Diavolo, isn’t sure what to make of the last week.
When Lucifer didn’t approach him about the phone call he thought he was in the clear. That no one would ever know of his lack of judgment when it came to listening to Lucifer and you being intimate.
Instead, he’s noticing things. Things that have him feeling an inferno burning just under his skin. Like Lucifer’s gloved fingers lingering a little longer after handing him a document. How the Avatar of Pride seemed to hover close enough when the two of them were walking that Diavolo could have sworn he felt the heat from his body.
Then there was you.
Leaning against his arm when he asked you about one of the student council reports after you handed it to him. Your breasts pressed against his upper arm as you folded to get a better look at the file. The way your hand had remained on his longer than necessary after he helped you climb a set of stairs.
Not that he wasn’t enjoying it, but after listening to the phone call he was certain the two of you weren’t even aware you were doing it. Including now, as your foot was ghosting along the inside of his lower leg under the table in the garden. Diavolo was certain you were trying to tease Lucifer, not him
Yet with your position at the table, you had to realize you had the wrong demon. There was only three of you! “Diavolo could hand me the honey?” A smirk gracing your lips with your voice, almost breathy, has him freezing for a moment. You’re acting like you know exactly whose pant leg you're pushing your toes under.
“Of course.” Schooling his expression as he passes the small jar to you. Only to feel the toe of Lucifer’s boot doing the same to his opposite leg. His eyes widen as it finally sinks in. “Are the two of you doing this on purpose?”
You turn to Lucifer instead of him, planting your elbow on the table before resting your chin in your hand. “Well, it took a week, I guess you were right.”
“I did tell you he would believe he was reading too much into it.” Lifting his tea cup to his lips and taking a sip. The whole exchange left Diavolo looking adorably confused.
“I’m not sure I follow.” At that, both of you turn your attention back to him, and as the two of you had discussed when putting your plan in motion, you let Lucifer deliver the news.
“After we realized you overheard us last week.” Diavolo’s tan skin goes impossibly pale as his eyes go impossibly wide. “We discussed the idea of perhaps allowing you the chance to join us.” Lucifer’s tone is smug as he lowers the fine china back to its plate. “But not before someone wanted to see if you’d notice a bit of teasing.”
“Hey!” Reaching over and slapping Lucifer’s arm. “You’re making it sound like it was all my idea! You wanted to get some payback after being listened to while we did the deed!”
During your small argument, both of you missed Diavolo’s surprise fading, but you do both hear his usual booming voice drop to a low whisper. “Join you?” Both of your heads are tilted towards him to notice the quiver of his bottom lip. “Are you both still teasing me?”
“No.” It tumbles from your lips before you can stop yourself as you rise, reaching out to place your smaller hand over his. “In truth, learning about you listening to the phone call prompted us to have a more serious conversation, since I doubt your feelings have faded.” Wincing a little as you realize just how uncout that sounds.
“What she’s trying to say is.” Lucifer rises, placing one of his hands on your shoulder. “Is we discussed it, and aren’t against the idea of a trial run.” Suffice to say, Diavolo looks more surprised than you would have expected, and from the way his shock shifts to a genuine smile, it seems it wasn’t an offer he was expecting.
The three of you don’t jump on the offer that day; instead, the three of you set a date and you could almost laugh. October thirtieth, the day before Diavolo’s birthday.
“Consider it an early birthday gift then.” Was what you had whispered as you kissed the side of his mouth before leaving. “That way, I also have an excuse to run away early if people start to badmouth me.” Shrugging then, while poor Lucifer just rubbed at his temples because of your antics.
Which brought all three of you to today.
Your hand in Lucifer’s as the two of you follow Diavolo into his bedroom, you’re trying to keep yourself from looking too excited, but you can feel your heart pounding inside your chest as you step inside the space. It’s not your first time in Diavolo’s bedroom, yet there’s no denying the charged sense in the space.
Letting go of Lucifer’s hand as he turns to close the door before placing the overnight bag the two of you brought on one of the chairs in the seating area inside his room.
Diavolo, for his part seems to be growing more and more fidgety, watching his hand clench and unclench as he moves about the room, adjusting things that you doubt need fixing. It’s kind of endearing in a way you weren’t expecting, taking a few steps to close the distance and putting both of your hands around one of his. “Breathe, Diavolo.” Lifting his hand up to your face and kissing one of his knuckles hoping it shifts his attention to you. “The drapes aren’t going to make or break the next few hours.” Instead of moving his hand you shift your head so your lips drag along his curled digits. “If anything, you can tell us you want to slow down, or stop.” Pressing another kiss to a different knuckle, keeping your eyes locked with his and watching some of the tension on his face seeming to ease.
“I’m not sure how this is going to work.” Watching his Adam’s apple shift as he admits that. “Or how we would even start.”
“Well, you’re in luck.” Moving one of your hands so you can drag your index and middle fingers along his wrist and under the material of his dress shirt. “Lucifer and I had a few ideas.” Letting your grin shift to playful as you nip at the skin along his hand. “The real question is, there are three of us. Do you have a preference for who touches you?” He might have told you he had feelings for you, but you don’t want to assume, and honestly… You aren’t sure if it had to do with the fact that you had won Lucifer’s heart.
“I…” Another shift of his Adams apple and you hear his throat working as he swallows what you assume is the saliva in his mouth. His golden eyes close for a moment as he tilts his face away from yours, and you notice the slight flush on his cheeks. “I would like to feel both of you.” A tenderness in his gaze when he reopens them. “So I suppose that means I don’t have a preference in that regard.”
You nod at his words, stepping closer into his space to reach up and brush your fingers along the underside of his jaw. “Ok then.” You sense the extra heat as Lucifer steps up behind you, in a way caging you between both men. One of his gloved hands enters your field of vision before planting itself between your breasts, an anchor to keep you in place as he molds his body against you. “As to the ide-ah~” Letting out a moan as Lucifer slides his hand to one of your breasts and grips it just hard enough to distract you.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself.” Dipping his head down to drag his teeth along the edge of your neck, the pleasure causes you to rub your butt against his crotch. You know a warning when he gives you one. His voice low as he lifts his head once more and you see Diavolo’s eyes shift away from yours, no doubt to lock with Lucifer’s. “While we have agreed to give this a trial run, I still have two rules that I will not negotiate.” You know those rules aren’t directed at you but the tone in his voice still makes you shake at the authority behind it.
“Rule one, any anal play will have prep and the person penetrating will wear a condom.” You feel your core clench, a flush following it through your body as you remember him fucking you into his mattress and then blasting his load deep in your cunt after ripping the condom off like it had offended him.
Diavolo nods, and you use his distraction to slide your hand down his neck to the tie at his throat.
“Rule two.” At this one Lucifer pauses as if contemplating how to word it. “If any one of us states the word pinecone, we all stop. And by stop, I mean full disengagement from all partners.” Feeling his head shift and burying his nose partially in your hair. “I may be willing to try this, but I am not sure how I am going to feel about sharing once we get going.”
“I would have thought rule two would be I couldn’t cum inside of…” He trails off when his eyes shift back to you, and when you feel Lucifer press his lips to the back of your head, you grin.
“I’m far too fond of messes for him to make that rule.” Loosening his tie before the silky material is pulled from his neck and dropped to the ground between the three of you. “You’ll get to see how much I like watching cum ooze out of my cunt.” Hooking your fingers into the collar of Diavolo’s shirt and giving it a quick tug to pull him down to your level and slotting your lips against his. “And how horny it makes me.” Whispered against his mouth as you contemplate a second kiss before another moan is forced from your lips at the sensation of Lucifer slapping your ass hard enough that the sound echoes around the room.
“You’re acting like you’re the one in charge again.” His hand landing on yours to force you to release Diavolo’s shirt from your grip. “You know that just gets you in trouble, and that isn’t the point of tonight.” Pulling you away from Diavolo and you’re somewhat surprised to see Lucifer step into the space you had been occupying.
“Lucifer?” The briefest waver of confusion in his voice, and you have a front row view as Lucifer places his hand on the bottom of Diavolo’s chin. Tilting it so his lips brush against the princes, Diavolo’s eyes closing as he seems to hum against the short kiss.
“Tell me what you were thinking when you listened to us that day.” It isn’t a request from the Avatar of Pride, and with the way the light is highlighting the wetness on both of their lips, you feel yourself standing a little straighter and licking your own.
“I…” Diavolo seems to flush again, his eyes remaining closed since with Lucifer’s hand still on his chin he can’t look away. His voice low as he admits he had imagined Lucifer fucking you with enough force to bruise on his desk. That Lucifer had your legs over his shoulders and his hands on your hips while you were panting at how rough he was being. It sounds pretty hot.
And it gets better.
“That isn’t all, is it?” Brushing his thumb over Diavolo’s lips, and you never thought you could be jealous of Lucifer’s gloves.
“I imagined joining the two of you, of watching you pound into her while she sucked me off.” Shit. You feel the moisture starting to seep from inside your core and stick to your underwear.
You watch as Lucifer’s eyes flick towards you, lifting an eyebrow. “You can’t even say her name? Are you that embarrassed about listening in on my love and I, thinking about how you wanted to shove your cock down her throat?” When Diavolo is silent you notice his cheeks growing darker as he blushes more. Hearing Lucifer say your name as he shifts his attention to you again while keeping his hand on Diavolo’s chin. “What do you think? As much as he isn’t saying anything, do you think we should make his fantasy a reality?”
“That isn’t necessary!” Finally, Diavolo reacts again and he moves with enough force to dislodge Lucifer’s hand.
“I disagree.” You step closer and press your chest against Lucifer’s arm, intertwining your fingers with his. “I think it is, I like the sound of that fantasy.” Turning your face to Diavolo whose mouth is hanging open. “Even if you can’t say my name right now.” Giving him a wink before looking around the room. “Oh. That desk might do.”
“I think you’re right.” Tilting his head to press his lips against yours before letting out a hum and sweeping his tongue along your bottom lip. “Though we will need a bit of furniture rearranging first.” His expression shifted to a more sinister one. “After all, Diavolo needs to face his punishment before he joins us.” His eyes darkened in a way that makes you swallow while your core clenches. “Since any lecture I might have planned would be something he’d have enjoyed.”
“You’re terrible and amazing all in one.” Laughing a little at how much it sounds like Lucifer is enjoying this. “I guess I’ll go make sure there isn’t anything on his desk that we might ruin.” A wink sent towards Diavolo before you saunter towards the desk, clearing the top and putting the pens and blank paper inside one of the drawers. Making a show of sticking your ass higher in the air than you need. The sound of furniture being dragged reaches your ears.
Looking over the edge you watch as Lucifer guides Diavolo to the chair that’s going to have a front row view of what you and Lucifer are about to do. Though you don’t see the point in waiting too long, with the desk serving to hide your lower half you work the fastener loose and let the material slide down your legs to leave a puddle of fabric on the floor. Stepping out just from behind the desk, just as Lucifer turned.
Letting a smirk form on your face as both men pause, both swallowing as you keep up your act. Strolling around the side of the large piece of furniture before stopping where you think the chair is pointed. The edge of your butt on the top as you use your hands planted on the smooth surface to lift yourself and slide backwards, hoping the damp spot on your underwear is in clear view as you angle your knees outward. “Lucifer~” Fluttering your eyelashes at him. “I’ve had a hard day, won’t you come help me relax?”
In a few steps Lucifer is in front of you, reaching up and pushing his coat from his shoulders. His gloved hands land on your thighs. Giving the muscles a squeeze. “Relax?” A hum low in his throat as he dips his head to plant his forehead against yours. “If one of us deserves to relax, it’s me. All the stress added to my plate because of you.” One of his hands is dipping closer to your core, while you slide your hands down his chest from his shoulders. Trailing them down over his waistcoat until you find his belt.
“Then it sounds like.” Hooking one of your fingers through the leather and tugging it through the metal clasp. “We both want the same thing.” Working it loose just as one of his fingers starts to tease at your core through the moist fabric of your panties.
“It seems we do.” Whispering the words just loud enough that you know it’s to make sure Diavolo hears as he places his lips against yours. Not bothering to hold back as he slides his tongue against the seam of your mouth, making it clear what he wants. A low hum in your throat as you open your lips, your tongue rushes to meet his as you work the zipper of his pants down so you can slip your hand into the material of his underwear.
He’s hard, and the pumping of your hand along his shaft as best as you can with most of the material of his clothes still in the way has him twitching. A groan from Lucifer that makes your insides clench, wishing he was already inside of you. You shiver when you feel him lift his hands away from your thighs to tug his gloves off before his warm palms are back on you. One lone finger tracing your folds through the moist material of your panties, the pressure more intense than when he was toying with you a few minutes ago.
“You feel like you’re already ready for me.” Pulling away to drag his lips along your cheek while that lone finger pushes under the side of your underwear to tease you directly. “It makes me wonder if you weren’t taking care of yourself earlier.”
“Maybe just the thought of you gets me that turned on.” Teasing him again, or trying to, when your back arches when he slips that finger inside your slick opening. Watching as Lucifer shifts his position, working a second digit in and twisting it to spread your wetness around. The noise from his actions echoes around the room. Your eyes flick to Diavolo, just over Lucifer’s shoulder, and it’s worth your glance. His face a vivid vermillion and his pants look pretty tight from where you’re sitting, an unintentional clenching of the muscles deep in your core.
“Tease.” Hooking his fingers as he plunges them in and out of your core. “Do you want a third or do you want to enjoy the stretch?” Licking his lips when he finishes asking, and you know it’s part of the show for Diavolo, who looks like he’s struggling in his chair not to touch himself.
“Stretch.” Panting the word while you squeeze his cock in your hand before removing your fingers to help him push his underwear down while keeping his pants around his hips. His cock springs free and bobbing in the air with a whine from Diavolo at the sight. Lucifer isn’t large, but you wouldn’t call him average either, the most interesting thing about his dick is how the tip is more tapered at the end instead of rounded. Which means times like this, the precum just flows down his shaft from that point, making his skin shiny and slick.
Another minor adjustment has Lucifer tugging you closer to the edge of the desk, like part of your ass is hanging off before he lines himself up. One of his hands under your knee while he uses the other to slide his tip between your folds. A jagged inhale from Diavolo as he watches the show. Instead of looking at the prince you turn your full attention to Lucifer, licking your lips at his subtle nod. An indication you’re tired of waiting, moaning as he shifts forward and his cock starts to split you open.
“Ah~ Lucifer!” Your head tilting back as one of your hands grabs the material of his waistcoat, clenching the fabric between your fingers as your insides burn at the stretch that you weren’t quite ready for, but relish each and every time. Feeling the sweat break out across your back as he sinks in as far as he can with the position both of you are in.
“Such a nice wet hole for me.” Starting to set an easy pace of thrusting into you while keeping your leg in the air. “Look at you, we just started and you’re already looking like you’re wrecked.” You can’t argue with him; instead panting as you feel a warmth spreading through your body making it hard to focus on keeping your hand tangled in his vest. A tangible anchor sliping away with every snap of his hips. “Since you asked me to help you relax.” With his cock rocking inside of you, his other hand is free, planting his palm on your chest between your breasts and pushing you backward. You’re not strong enough to stop him, and to be honest, if he wants to do all the work, you’re going to let him. Moaning when your back is flush against the desktop, the angle letting Lucifer rub his cock along the upper portion of your channel and along a bundle of nerves that makes you moan long and low.
“Fuck.” Hissed through gritted teeth as Diavolo watches, his pants painfully tight at the scene in front of him. The way Lucifer’s ass is framed by his pants, and his cock is sliding in and out of you, pulling more and more fluid from your core that is starting to drip from Lucifer’s shaft to the floor between his feet. The way your cunt is stretched around Lucifer and the squelching noise is far louder than when he had listened to it on the phone. His hands on the armrests of the chair with a tight grip, the joints of his fingers white. It’s taking almost all of his self-control to stop himself from tearing the fabric apart, at the sweet noises you’re making as Lucifer plows into your core with a fever that is causing his dark bangs to stick to his forehead.
“Lucifer~ Ah~” Another moan ripped from you when the tip of his cock drags along another sensitive spot, your walls clenching around him as if trying to halt his movements. That familiar sensation of lightning racing up along your spine as you grow closer to the edge.
The sound of fabric ripping and Lucifer freezes, your leg still in the air and his length halfway through a thrust as he turns behind him. Diavolo’s hands have ripped through the leather of the armrests of the chair he was seated on. You struggle to sit up and, seeing the sight, let out a whine. He looks so desperate, and the tent in his pants is calling to you.
“This kind of punishment can wait.” You aren’t waiting for Lucifer to make a decision, taking your own initiative. “Come here, Diavolo.” Holding out one hand towards him, his movements hurried as he rushes beside Lucifer. You use that desperation to pull him in for a kiss while at the same time clenching your inner muscles as tightly as you can around Lucifer, earning you a hiss from the demon.
“Fine.” Lucifer huffs while trying to keep control of his body instead of filling your core, the sloppy make out session happening right in front of his eyes affecting him far more than he thought it would. “We’ll try something else next time.”
When you break from Diavolo, you let out a hum of satisfaction, trailing one of your hands down to his crotch and teasing the hard length through the fabric. “Next time.” Agreeing with Lucifer while the demon prince sudders. “Come around the desk, Diavolo.” Laying back again, glad Lucifer seems to already know what you have in mind as you’re slid across the surface so your head can hang over the other side.
“Like this?” His voice husky and you just grin as he stands behind the desk, facing Lucifer with his crotch at just the right height for what you plan to do.
“Yeah. Just like that big guy.” Reaching your arms above you to rub at his length through his pants while Lucifer starts to shift his hips once more.
“I hope you didn’t forget about me?”
“Never.” Panting as you use both hands to work Diavolo’s pants free, and with his belt loose, the material slides down his legs before stopping mid thigh, and you feel your mouth water. His black underwear is doing nothing to hide the monster between his legs, the tip still trapped, but there’s a clear wet spot against the straining fabric.
Licking your lips as you look upside down at Diavolo, trying to give him a reassuring smile. “You still want me to suck you off, or you just want me to touch you?” Panting as you say the words, your core clenching around Lucifer as you hope Diavolo still wants the first option. A nod from him and with his tanned skin darker than normal, the flush is making you warm.
Almost painfully slow, Diavolo hooks his fingers in the band and lets the silk fall down. His cock jutting between his legs, Lucifer moaning at how tight your insides clamped down around him. “I guess that’s why you’re in charge.” Deadpanning as you wrap a hand around his base and use it like a handle to tug him a little closer so the back of your head is hitting his thigh.
Flicking your tongue out to taste his skin and letting out a moan at the salty taste and musk floading your senses through your nose. Diavolo, is certainly different from any cock you’ve seen before. From his base to about halfway up his shaft he’s got a nice girth that you can wrap your hand around, no prominent veins or features. But that’s where it ends as far as normal goes, from that mid point to his tip, he grows thicker with what reminds you of plates under his skin. Or maybe it’s scales? A myriad of ridges along his shaft that taper in near the fat tip.
Dragging your lips along the underside and surprised how sensitive he is as he twitches upwards, a fat bead of precum forming on the head. With one hand along the lower part of his shaft you start to pump him, breathing in deeply to inhale his scent as you brush the tip of your nose along one of the ridges. Occasionally flicking your tongue out to tease him.
Moan when Lucifer decides to remind you he’s there, slamming his hips with a little more force into you. You need to get a move on before he grows too impatient. “Diavolo?”
“Yes?” His chest heaving as he answers you and you think you see a thin film of liquid at his hairline.
“Unless I tap three times, don’t move.”
“Huh-Oh!” Tilting your face and parting your lips you waste no time starting to suck on his tip. With his size, you’ll never be able to take more than his tip, not without some assistance. Focusing on the movement of your hand along his length while you alternate the amount of pressure you’re using as you suck.
“I think she likes it.” Lucifer whispers as he increases his pace, the sound of wet clenching in the room again. “She’s gone so tight I feel like I’m in a vice.” You smile internally at the hidden praise, circling your tongue along Diavolo’s slit while you tighten your grip causing him to buck his hips. Groaning as you partially choke on the new part of his length spreading your lips wide. “You feel like you’re trying to milk me now.”
“It’s so warm.” Unlike Lucifer who sounds like he’s just getting started, Diavolo sounds like he’s ready to cum at any moment. One of his large hands moving to cradle the back of your head, moaning and closing his eyes when you suck a bit harder. Hollowing out your cheeks to the point that he can feel a tightening in his balls.
“She’s close.” Lucifer doesn’t slow, one of his hands at your clit as he starts to rub circles into the bundle of nerves. “This seems to have her more riled up than usual.” Laughing a little as he seems to preen when your insides spasm around him. Lifting his eyes from the sight of your dripping core and his length disappearing inside you to meet Diavolo’s hooded eyes. “You don’t seem to be far from the end either.”
“It’s just so warm and moist. It feels amazing.” You have to agree, between Lucifer pounding you so you’re forced to take more of Diavolo’s cock in your mouth, sucking him off while drool trails down to your cheeks from the side of your mouth you feel like every nerve in your body is alight.
“Do you want to taste his cum my love?” Pinching your clit so you flinch in Lucifer’s hold, your back arching and moaning around Diavolo’s cock. “I take that as a yes.” His gaze still locked with the princes. “Make sure you give her a treat for making you feel so good.” It’s a command, not a request. One that pushes Diavolo over the edge and you feel the burning liquid filling your mouth as his length violently twitches. Choking on his flesh and the mess as your eyes flutter shut, your core spasms as hard as it can as you cum yourself. Out of the three of you, only Lucifer doesn’t finish.
There’s no way you can swallow Diavolo’s seed down, or at least not all of it with the way your airways are blocked. Shifting to sit up and coughing a little as some of it spills past your lips. Feeling Diavolo place both his hands on your side as he moves closer so his chest is against your back after helping you rise the rest of the way to be fully upright, humming against your hair as he leans closer.
“Well fuck. That was fun.” Wiping your hand along your lips before looking at Lucifer. Certain your face is flushed, and letting out a small cough because of how much your throat is sore. Hoping you don’t sound as hoarse as you feel. “You didn’t finish?”
“Oh, My Love.” Still inside of your core, Lucifer leans in, his fingers under your jaw to tilt your head upwards so he can kiss you, tasting Diavolo’s release on your tongue. “We are far from finished for the night.”
Oh, that makes your spine tingle.
“Thought now that we’ve had our fun.” Flicking his eyes over your shoulder so they can catch Diavolo’s. “It is the eve of someone’s birthday, perhaps we should see what our dear prince would like for a present.” His voice dropping to a low husk that makes you sit up a little straighter, hearing Diavolo give an audible swallow from behind you.
“I-I…” Stammering and trailing off, you can see him reflected in Lucifer’s crimson orbs, and while his features are blurred, you can see him swaying like he’s nervous. It certainly isn’t the Diavolo you’re used to seeing, with his easy smiles and booming confidence.
“If you’re struggling for ideas.” Toying with Lucifer’s shirt collar, you smirk. “Sandwich could be fun.”
“A sandwich?” The confusion is clear in his tone.
“Like you’ve experienced one before.” Snorting Lucifer gives his head a shake before explaining the concept to Diavolo. His hands never still as they roam over your arms and thighs.
“Could I… Could I be in the middle?” Well, color you surprised. You thought you’d end up in the middle but this sounds even better.
“So you want it to be, my lovely lady, you, then me?” Lucifer is looking past you, and you can’t see Diavolo’s reaction but based on the way Lucifer’s lip tick upwards and his eyes seem to darken you know what his answer is. “Then let’s relocate.” Stepping back and holding your hand aloft, using it to help you shimmy forward and off the desk, hearing Diavolo let out a whine at the loss of contact.
Glancing over your shoulder, you flash Diavolo a wink, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head before tossing it towards the chair he had been seated in. Pushing your breasts together so they spill over the lacey material of your bra, squeezing your skin, and letting out a moan before you saunter towards Diavolo’s bed. Giving your butt a wiggle and deciding to leave your bra on, but your underwear? It’s time for the sodden fabric to go. Hooking your thumbs into the waistbands and slowly tugging them down your hips.
Diavolo’s ears are almost indiscernible from his hair, those golden eyes fixed on every minuscule movement you make. His lips parted and you can see his cock starting to rise again.
“Are you gonna keep standing over there?” Bending your knees to make sure you can keep sliding the wet material down your legs. “I’d rather not crawl into your bed myself.” Fluttering your eyelashes, hoping that will get him moving, since it seems like Lucifer is looking for a few things in the bag he brought for the night.
“Right.” Stammering the word before he strides towards you, his hip bumping into the desk and looking a little sheepish, having awkwardly pulled his pants up enough to walk towards you. Reaching for him as you rise, your underwear on the floor.
Placing your palms on his cheeks and pulling him down to your level, pressing his forehead to yours. “You have nothing to be nervous about Dia.” Circling your thumbs along the apple of his cheeks. “We’re just three people trying some things. Trust me, Lucifer and I have had some awkward moments. Like learning there is such a thing as too much lube.”
“Do not clarify.” Your gaze, and Diavolo’s, flicks to Lucifer who is giving a rare blush.
You use the break from the tender moment to trail your hands down his neck and to his jacket. Starting to push it from his shoulders and letting gravity take over to remove it. “So whatever is holding you back, try to let it go and enjoy this.” Working the buttons of his shirt open and when you have enough skin revealed mouthing at his chest while undoing the rest. This time ignoring his cock that is jutting out, so when you have the final button undone, you can tug the fabric down his broad arms. “I will admit, as often as I get to see this when you’re in your demon form, something about this.” Letting your fingers trail up over the defined muscles of his abdomen. “Makes me realize just how attractive you are up close.”
“Only up close?” Your eyes flick up to meet his. There’s still a hint of pink on his cheeks but those golden orbs are blown wide with lust.
“Alright.” You conceded with a smirk. “Maybe it’s more I don’t get to look this closely normally.” Flashing him a wink as you step back, dragging your nails lightly against his sides as you create more distance. Heading for his bed with each step backward, making a show of it and holding out a hand to Diavolo as if trying to beckon him to follow you. Halting when you reach the bench at the foot of his bed, aware of the plush fabric just behind your knees. Licking your lips as you start to reach behind you to unclasp your bra.
“Leave it.” Voice thick, Diavolo takes a step closer. “I mean…” He trails off as he looks down and removes his remaining clothes. “I’d rather be the one to take it off.” You’re not going to argue. Instead, you let out a playful grin spread across your face, taking half a step forward so you can step up onto the bench without removing your eyes from his body. Every part of him is well defined, corded with muscle in a way that hints at the power hidden under his tanned skin. He’s built so differently from Lucifer, not in a way you don’t like, more in a way that you can imagine him dominating both you and your lover if he were just a little more confident.
“Then come take it off me.” An awkward little bow as you step back onto the plush surface of his mattress, your feet sinking into the bedding and material. Catching Lucifer’s gaze as he works a condom over his length, watching the show as he preps himself. You don’t miss the gleam of metal under the condom either, it seems he plans to hold out as long as possible before coming. A lick of your lips when you turn your attention back to the prince, just in time to watch him swallow before you let your body fall backwards into the breadspread that is made of something you can’t place. Just aware of how soft it feels under you.
Too bad you don’t get time to enjoy it. Diavolo took no time to follow after you, moving on his hands and knees until he was using his body to cage you in. The moment he is looking down at you, you reach up to wrap your hands around the wide muscles of his neck and pull him down. Taking advantage of his surprise to slip your tongue into his mouth, sweeping the muscle along his teeth before delving deeper. Trying to get him to respond, enjoying the low groan you hear from deep in his throat.
Eventually, he does. A tentative press of his tongue before he lets out a moan. You can only guess he can taste the lingering saltiness from his first release, mingled with your saliva as the kiss grows messier. Less coordinated as he puts more effort into his actions, eager for more.
At the same time, you feel the mattress shift, aware of Lucifer joining the two of you. A jolt from Diavolo, and you pull back letting your eyes slowly flick open as you catch your breath. His golden eyes were wide in shock, his entire frame tense.
“You need to relax.” It doesn’t take you long to figure out what Lucifer is up to, not with how Diavolo looks like he can’t figure out how to make his brain work and the sheen of liquid breaking out across his skin.
“He’s right.” You whisper, caressing his shoulders to try and distract him from the new sensation of his back door being played with. “If you tense up too much it’s just going to hurt.” Cooing at Diavolo as you move one of your hands to play with his hair. “Dia.” Calling the shortened version of his name to get his attention. “Focus on me.” Relying on your core muscles to push your body away from the mattress to have your chest pressed against his. “Weren’t you going to take my bra off for me?” Brushing the lacey material against his nipples.
A shuddered from the tanned demon before he nods, one of his large hands lifting from the mattress, and you give your head a shake. “Don’t use your hands.” Letting your body sink back down, smiling at the look of confusion on his face. “I can think of a way that sounds a lot more fun~” Letting your gaze fall on his lips, hoping he gets the hint.
Another jolt, and you watch the tip of his tongue peek out of the corner of his mouth. Forcing Diavolo to think instead of focus on whatever Lucifer is using to work him open seems to be working. Letting out a small moan as the demon shifts, so his head is more in line with your chest. Lowering his face and you watch with anticipation as he opens his jaw.
“I thought you’d have a little more tact than that Diavolo.” Only for Lucifer to interrupt. A quirk of his lips, and you can his pupils narrowed as his arm pumps back and forth. “Going right for the fabric of her bra? I thought you’d enjoy the taste of her skin, making her pant and drawing it out.” That arrogant pride fully on display as it colors each and every word he speaks. “After all, wasn’t it just over a year ago that you told her you had feelings for her? Now you’re just going to treat her like a piece of meat.”
You know exactly what your handsome lover is up to. He’s throwing it back in Diavolo’s face to force him to slow down, to focus on something he’s been claiming to want, instead of just trying to just follow your commands. Lucifer, bless his wicked heart, is trying to get Diavolo to truly distract himself, and using you as the means to do it. You’re not going to complain about the affection, that’s for sure. Trying not to grin when Lucifer throws out his final barb. “And after she decided to let you off easy on your punishment and sucked you off just like you were fantasising about. You’re acting more like Mammon than the Devildom’s Prince.”
Intentionally or not, that seems to make something in Diavolo snap. Shifting forward and shoving his tongue into your mouth like a man in a desert whose been dying of thirst. There’s nothing gentle or explorative about this kiss; it’s pure domination as he plunders your mouth like it’s his and his alone. Dragging out the connection to the point your lungs are starting to burn when he finally breaks away, the strands of fluid snapping in thin streams as he begins to work his way down to your throat. Dragging his tongue over the edge of your jaw and pressing his lips against the soft tissue under your jaw. Mouthing at the tendons and he doesn’t stop, nips and biting between licks as kisses as he makes noises that leave you moaning and panting under him.
Though the panting could also be because of the fact that he’s hitting all the right buttons. Dragging his teeth along your collarbone, with his hips shifting forward just enough to remind of his massive cock as it brushes against your thigh. A whine leaving your throat when you feel his teeth grab the center of your bra and tug it down with enough force that you hiss. Torn between pleasure and pain. Until you feel his warm breath spread across one of your nipples.
“Shit~” Arching your back the moment he wrapped his lips around the pebbled skin and sucked. Definitely on the pleasure side of things now, your sex clenching and pulsing in time to the varying pressure. You’re finding it hard to focus, so you do the only thing that makes sense. Tangling your fingers in his hair and gripping the strands as you moan under him.
“There we are.” Hearing Lucifer’s smug tone, you feel your eyelids flutter. “Keep focusing on her, how responsive she is.” Letting out a small gasp when Diavolo gives your sides a squeeze, his large palms resting just above your hips. “The rougher you are, the wetter she gets.” He’s not wrong, and you’re going to need all the help you can get to take Diavolo’s massive dick.
You let out a longer moan as Diavolo laps at your nipple while still sucking, wide passes of his tongue, and you can feel the fluid dripping from your core. Looking through narrowed eyes to meet Lucifer’s gaze, a smirk gracing his lips that makes your heart flutter. A slow wink and you nod, understanding what he’s telling you.
Time to move to the next stage.
A deep inhale, and you start to drag one of your hands down through Diavolo’s auburn hair, your nails scraping along his scalp. A hiss from the prince, just enough to lift his head, but it isn’t for long before he switches to your other breast. Just enough to make you falter, too bad you're a woman on a mission. Trailing your fingers over the broad expanse of his back, wondering if maybe next time you can spend more time mapping the muscles, as you work your way down. Right to where the head of his cock is brushing against your thigh, smearing the fluid leaking from the tip along your skin.
“Dia~” Moaning his name and hoping to get his attention shifted from your chest while you rub the pad of your thumb against the underside of his cock. “I know you’re enjoying yourself, but I think this.” Giving his length a squeeze, just enough to feel those scale like ridges pulse from the pressure. “Deserves more than just my thigh.” When his head lifts, you move your other hand from his hair to cup his cheek. “Don’t you agree?” Framing it like a question as you let your voice grow softer. Really, you and Lucifer need Diavolo in a better position to put his little birthday request into action.
You let out a little hiss when Diavolo nips at your breast, his canines dragging on the sensitive skin before he sits up. You can’t see Lucifer behind him anymore, but with the way he’s looking at you. The way his golden gaze seems to rake over your body, the marks he’s left behind dotted along your flesh, if you had to guess anyway, makes you shiver from the intensity of it.
“With how little of it you could take earlier.” There’s a distinct rasp to his voice that makes your insides clench while your throat goes dry. “Are you sure you know what you’re offering?”
You nod, trying to spread the scant fluid inside of your mouth around to try to get a verbal answer out. “I wouldn’t be naked and pumping your dick if I didn’t.” From behind Diavolo, you hear a short bout of laughter.
Watching as Lucifer’s pale arm wraps around Diavolo’s chest, his face appearing just above Diavolo’s shoulder. A whisper of your name while Lucifer pinches one of Diavolo’s nipples. “Is well aware of her limits.” His teeth sinking into Diavolo’s earlobe for a moment making the prince hiss. “Aren’t you My Love?” His eyes lock onto yours and you don’t feel as nervous as you did moments ago.
“Yeah.” It’s awkward, with your hand still holding Diavolo’s cock, but you use your other hand to push yourself up. Your chest pressed to Diavolo’s once more, but most importantly, you can brush your lips against Lucifer’s since he’s leaning closer as well. Humming low in your throat as you briefly close your eyes. “Plus, I know you won’t let me hurt myself.” Tilting your face to let the tip of your nose brush along the side of Diavolo’s face since he didn’t move, maybe he enjoys being between the two of you like this. But you can feel the liquid dripping between your legs and following the curve of your body before falling below you. “As for you.” Dragging your lips along his cheekbone. “I’d like to know how those ridges feel.” His breath catches and you smirk. “So are you going to fuck me or not?”
You let out a noise, something between a squeal and squeak as you find yourself on your back once more. Your legs adjusted so that Diavolo's hips can slot between yours, your hand removed from his cock to be replaced by his. You don’t have time to react in any other way, not when he’s teasing your folds with that fat tip. Using your sex to spread your wetness and his precum along his shaft. With the way the plates under his skin shift and form ridges, each time it brushes your clit, you feel a fresh wave of wetness pour from inside of you.
“This may be too much.” Your eyes are fluttering from the pleasure, so much so that you miss his words and his second thoughts. “Won’t she need more prep for?”
“She likes the stretch.” Whispered against Diavolo’s ear as Lucifer keeps his hand working. With him this distracted, it seems Diavolo hasn’t even noticed the fourth finger added to his lubed-up hole. “I’m here to stop it if it’s too much.” Watching the show himself as your back arches and your hips undulate, chasing the friction from Diavolo’s girth. “Watch her face, and you’ll see how much she enjoys it.”
That prompting seems to be enough, as Diavolo stops teasing you, pressing his tip against the opening of your sex. Using just enough pressure that he starts to sink in.
You whine, feeling your insides stretch to accommodate his larger size, while a sheen of sweat breaks out across your entire body. Your breathing becomes jagged as your eyelids flutter. You’ve never felt so full, and so far, his tip is just inside your silken walls. The heat spreading from him is incredible, and you want more. It takes all of your focus, to force your hips to move and spear yourself with Diavolo’s cock. Crying out when your body convulses from the sudden intrusion, your muscles spasming like mad as your inside try to adapt to his girth that stretches you beyond your limits.
“Fuck!” Diavolo can only gasp at your sudden movements, his neck straining at the way your cunt envelops his dick. If he thought your mouth was amazing, this? This has his balls tingling and his abdomen clenching like he’s almost ready to burst. Yet one thing keeps racing through his mind.
Lucifer was right.
The look of utter euphoria on your face has his heart hammering against his chest. He wants to see that look again. And again. “I told you to watch her face.” Whispered against his ear, Diavolo can only nod his agreement. Enjoying the way you feel around him, and how you look under him. What he wouldn’t give to keep this feeling for himself every night, the stab of jealousy in his heart that Lucifer was the one you had chosen. If only he had acted sooner.
As you slowly come back to your senses, aware of your insides still spasming yet not as frequently, you let your eyes open just enough to make out Diavolo’s figure through your lashes. As well as Lucifer, who is still behind him and looking over his shoulder. Lucifer might be the Avatar of Pride, but damn with the way they’re both watching you, it makes you preen. Licking your lips as you release the fabric you’d grasped between your fingers, reaching up to push your damp hair away from your forehead. “Damn Dia. I like the burn, but fuck.” Letting out a soft chuckle that causes your whole body to shake. “I almost came just from that.” The pressure deep inside of you is amazing, to the point you think that even the shallowest rocking and lightest brush against your clit might have you seeing stars.
“I…” Trailing off to swallow Diavolo’s face is flushed, and it reminds you of the way he seemed to be trying to hold himself back when he was sitting in the chair earlier. “I may also be very close once more.” You can’t help as you clench down. Too thrilled at the idea of being pumped full to enjoy the way his teeth seem to sink into his bottom lip.
“No one has said the safeword yet, so I think we should see how long you can last.” If he won’t move, you will. Rolling your hips just enough to lift yourself off his cock the smallest amount before moving back down. “Though, maybe I want to know how much is in those big balls of yours?” Flashing him a wink, and you hear a groan from behind him.
Lucifer is no doubt getting annoyed with you trying to take the lead. Evident by Diavolo leaning forward, a pale hand on his shoulder. With him that much closer, you grab his shoulders, tugging him down so his face is right above yours. Whatever was causing him to pause again seems to have faded, because you’re nowhere near strong enough to move him on your own. “Are you certain I can…” He trails off again, and you find it adorable how his ears are almost the same shade as his hair.
“Trust me Diavolo.” Feeling a little more playful, you nip at his bottom lip. “I like messes.” Smirking at him. “And you don’t need to worry about knocking me up if that’s what’s making you hold back.” The slightest flinch and you know you hit your mark. “There’s lots of precautions in place.” Going in for a kiss once more and dragging your hands down his back. You don’t bother with any sort of refinement in your actions, just sweeping your tongue along his and moaning.
Unsure if your words freed him from his worries, Diavolo starts to move, shallow thrusts that has his cock rubbing along bundles of nerves along your slick channel. Now that he’s moving, the ridges along his shaft cause a tingling along your spine. You can feel your body tensing as another orgasm starts to build inside of you. The kiss doesn’t last long, Diavolo shifting to rest his arms on the sides of your head, the speed of his thrusts picking up as he pants. “You feel so good.” You just mewl as his tip starts to press against the deepest part of you. The angle of your legs around his hips has your butt lifted from the mattress, and the curve of Diavolo’s body has made it so that, once in a while, your clit brushes against his abdomen. With how impressive his length is, there’s no way you’d ever be able to take all of him inside of you. Causing the fire to grow hotter and hotter inside of you, sweating starting to drip down the sides of your face.
It hits you like a wave, when a set of deft fingers that are more than aware of how to make your body respond work themselves between you and Diavolo. Lucifer is using the pads of his fingers to tease your clit. Pushing you over the edge.
When your walls clamp down like a vice around Diavolo, he lets out a noise more akin to a roar than a groan. Shooting ropes of hot cum inside your body, his hips freezing in place as he tries to relish the added tightness.
It’s then, Lucifer makes his move. Using the moment to sink his own length into Diavolo’s ass until his hips are flush against the prince’s backside. The Avatar of Pride doesn’t give him a chance to adjust, starting to pump his cock inside of him with enough force that Diavolo has to move.
Which in turn, has Diavolo thrusting in and out of you at Lucifer’s pace. In essence, using the demon prince to fuck you with wild abandon. Both you and Diavolo are reeling from your previous orgasms, hovering on the edge of overstimulation as Lucifer forces a weaker follow-on orgasm from the two of you.
Tears are starting to form on your lashes as you cry out. Another flood of Diavolo’s cum, and this time, you think you feel those ridges along his cock shift. Seeming to lock his dick deep inside your walls, one of the ridges pressed right against a bundle of nerves that has you hovering between pain and pleasure.
“Are you enjoying yourselves?” Lucifer’s voice cuts through, and you hear another roar from Diavolo. “It sounds as though our dear birthday boy is.” Slightly cooler hands trailing along the skin of your outer thigh. “My love?”
You can’t answer him. Not when your back is arching, and sweat is trailing down your body in small streams, soaking the fabric beneath you.
“My love?!” Panic is lacing his voice now, and you let out a cross between a moan and mewl. Unable to form words. “Fuck.” Hissing the word before Lucifer is pulling away from Diavolo. “Pinecone!”
“Lucifer-” Diavolo is panting, but at least he isn’t moving anymore, his body no longer rutting into yours. “I can’t seem to-” You let out a pained yelp when Diavolo tries to pull out of you, the ridges feeling like he is locked in placed.
“Just relax.” Those same cool hands are on you, and now that you don’t feel like you’re being fucked into the next life, you’re starting to calm down a bit. Blinking as you realize the words weren’t directed at you, but Diavolo.
“I did not expect this to happen.” It looks like, at some point while Lucifer was pounding into him, Diavolo took on his demon form.
“A lesson for the future.” You tilt your head, your eyes meeting Lucifer's, his gaze full of concern. “My love, can you hear me?”
You nod. Licking your lips. “Yeah.”
“Color?” His hands are wiping the sweat away from your eyes as best as he can, and you enjoy the coolness of the palms of his hands against your heated flesh.
“Yellow.” A sigh from Lucifer at how quickly you answered.
“I do not believe that for a moment. Try again.”
“I don’t wanna say red. You didn’t cum in me yet.” Unaware how sluggish you sound. Or how hoarse your voice is.
“At least you’re still being your ridiculous self.” A chuckle from the demon. “Thinking you’re in charge and ignoring your limits.”
“Your fault.”
“She sounds a little drunk.” You wince, not from the sound of Diavolo’s voice, but from the feeling of his cock shifting again, followed by him pulling out of your body. “Oh. My.” The sound of lips being licked meets your ears. “That is rather a lot.”
“She’s going to be upset that she missed it.” Like Diavolo, Lucifer is having a hard time taking his eyes away from the space between your legs. The stream of cum pouring from your core makes both demons pause. “For now, she needs to be cleaned up.”
You wake up later, wrapped in a fluffy blanket to the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your skin doesn’t have that grimy feel it normally does after an intense session of sex, and your hair doesn’t feel greasy. You yawn, your throat feeling dry and when you open your eyes, you put two and two together.
You passed out, and someone cleaned you up. You suspect Lucifer, given that it wouldn’t be the first time.
As to the sounds of someone still going at, you turn towards it. Letting out a soft laugh at the sight of Lucifer on his back, pumping his cock while Diavolo seemed to be drilling into him.
You try to reach out, wanting to help Lucifer, only for both demons to turn towards you.
“You’re awake.” You hum, low in your throat instead of answering. “You should try and sleep, my love.”
“Don’t-” Letting out another yawn, aware of how bone tired you are. “Wanna.” Rubbing at your face as you try to wake yourself up. “I wanna join in.”
“You are well beyond your limits.”
A soft call of your name, and Diavolo reaches out to cup your cheek. “Lucifer is right. You’re done for the night.” A soft smile on his face. “Lucifer and I are just finishing up, then we’ll join you.”
"Fine.” Your eyes are closing as you nuzzle against his damp palm. There’s always next time. The last thought that floats through your mind before you fall asleep again.
Waking up in the morning, wrapped in Lucifer’s embrace, with Diavolo’s broad arm curled around both of you, his red hair just visible over Lucifer’s shoulder. If you weren’t so sore with your guts feeling like they were burning, you might have enjoyed it more.
Now you just needed to try and make it through the day and Diavolo’s actual birthday.
Maybe you’d get lucky, and Lucifer would let you pretend to be sick.
Afternoon tea, a photo, and thoughts from the night before
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: eventual Lucifer X F!Reader
CW: Family drama, siblings being mean, threats of violence, implied past violence, drinking, half naked men, being pervy
Word count: Roughly 3.3K
A/N: Chapter Fifty, Diavolo seems to be plotting something, and you end up becoming a part of it. In more ways than one.
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.
You were biting the inside of your cheek as you fumed at yourself internally. At least you had been as you made your way towards RAD until you got a text from Barbatos, asking you to come to the Demon Lord’s castle instead of RAD for your meeting. Something about the prince’s schedule being fuller than anticipated, and how the butler hoped it wouldn’t cause you any trouble.
Like you’d tell him no.
But the shiver that raced down your spine as his form appeared in your head had you turning and moving a heck of a lot quicker to your new destination. It wasn’t long before you were in the gardens once more to find a table set up with a view of the lake and gazebo again.
Almost as soon as the pair arrived, you launched into your verbal report on how the last week had gone for you. Avoiding a certain conversation from earlier in the morning and making another pact. Yet by the end you can’t help but notice that Lord Diavolo seems… fidgety.
Which is strange since after becoming human again and these meetings started, it’s usually you who sits with the demon prince and feels like a ball of nerves. Like you’re going to say the wrong thing that ends up with you dead on the spot from insulting him, or Barbatos deciding your tone was inappropriate.
It’s never happened, but still.
“Lord Diav-”
“I thought I asked you to just call me Diavolo.” Swallowing at his interruption and giving him an awkward smile, no way in the Devildom are you going to do that. Not after what happened with Lucifer correcting you the way he had not even an hour ago. Something else you left out about how your week had gone.
“Lord Diavolo.” He looks like a kicked puppy, but you aren’t risking your neck. Even if he and Barbatos allow you to be so informal, Lucifer would string you from the ceiling if he were ever at one of these meetings. You’re sure of it. That’s also the happy version of events, because you’re still dealing with rolling emotions from your earlier conversation. Besides he’s probably like this because it’s just you and him, with his butler pretending not to listen just at the edge of the garden. Trying to ignore the turmoil you’re in by redirecting some of it back at him. “You seem on edge. Is something wrong?”
He lets out some of his booming laughs that you could swear you feel in the sinew of your body. “No. Nothing at all.” A reassuring smile from him before he reaches for one of the rolled cigar cookies still on the plate. “Perhaps, I’m wondering if you might provide your unique outlook regarding something?”
At first you have no idea how to respond to his question. Mostly because you’re trying to figure out what unique part he means when referencing you. Something must be showing on your face because he pauses halfway through eating his cookie with his eyes wide.
“Perhaps I should explain better!” A slight cough before he places his baked good on the plate in front of him. “I’m certain the past few days you’ve noticed the lack of our two angelic students?” You nod, you haven’t seen Luke since the night in the catacombs, and Simeon since classes earlier that same day. “After what happened, they returned to the celestial realm…” He trails off, and you don’t need him to explain why they did. “They are returning in a few days and I was thinking it might be good to have them, you and Solomon, as well as the brothers spend next weekend at the Demon Lord’s Castle.”
“Ugh…” You can’t help it as single noise escapes your lips. “Doesn’t that seem a bit overboard?” Blurting from you with almost no thought behind it, mostly because it does seem to be a lot.
“I thought it was a good idea. Next weekend also aligns with a somewhat important event in the Devildom, one I would like the exchange students to attend.” Hearing that you have to sigh. Framed with it being centered on what you can only assume is a culturally appropriate event in the Devildom, having the exchange students there makes sense. Plus, you suspect the brothers are supposed to be in attendance anyway. That whole Lords of the underworld and being the avatars of the seven deadly sins.
“I mean. I don’t know much about the Devildom so that part makes sense, I…” You swallow as you think back to the conversation with Lucifer. The air needs to be cleared, and having Luke being around everyone might help him transition back into the Devildom more than just being on his regular schedule. He made it pretty clear he didn’t want to come in the first place, so you can only imagine how he’s feeling after what happened. Beel is an adult. Luke might be older than you according to what Mammon said, but he looks and acts like a child. “I guess it could be a good idea as long as it isn’t too overwhelming, ya know?”
You want to kick yourself in the ass. Diavolo looks way too pleased with your answer, which makes you feel like you might have walked right into a trap. “I’m glad you seem to be thinking along the same lines as myself.” Back to eating his cookie and you feel your expression fall again. Didn’t Barbatos say he was busy today?
“If that’s all you need Lord Diavolo, I’ll let you get back to your duties and stop taking up so much of your time.” Bowing your head towards him before you start to rise. Only to hear him make a small noise that causes you to pause. At least you think it’s him that makes the noise, it sounded like a sad little whine, which doesn’t line up with what you’ve learned about him in the short time you’ve been in the Devildom. “Unless there’s something else I can help you with?” Why would you say that? You blame Lucifer and him causing you to backpedal into bad habits of trying to appease people to keep from getting a lecture.
He just blinks for a moment like he’s surprised at your offer before one of those trademark Diavolo wide grins is on his face. Damnit! You’re being played. Again!! “Perhaps you can.”
Reaching inside of his jacket and pulling out his D.D.D., his finger flicks along the screen before stopping and holding out the device for you to take. “I’ve been trying to find a fabric like the one in this photo for some time, but with no luck. Perhaps you’ve seen it in the human realm?” Missing a deliberate tone in his voice as you let your stupid natural curiosity get the better of you.
You look at the screen and feel your nose twitch. “It looks like hibiscus flowers.” Using your finger to expand the image to get a better look. “And Bosto-” Your finger slips and the image goes back to full screen. A full screen that is more than just what you thought was the fabric pattern that reminded you of your grandfather's tacky Hawaiian shirts.
It’s Lucifer.
Wearing said pattern as a zippered hoodie.
With shorts that sit lower on his hips than fabric has any right too.
And no shirt under the open hoodie.
A surprised squeak slips past your lips while your face starts to burn. You assumed he was fit to some extent since you had seen him string Mammon from the ceiling and he hadn’t used magic to do it.
But this?
Fuck.
After this morning.
After everything!
You shouldn’t be noticing the small hollow at the base of his throat. Shouldn’t be trying to commit it to memory. Nor the way his fingers-
Nope.
Shut it down. Ignore it. Looking away from the device.
Only…
You keep staring at the lines of his abdomen and feeling your face grow warmer and warmer while your body refuses to listen to your brain screaming commands to stop what you’re doing. “I… Um…” Shit. You should hand his phone back to him and get the image out of your face.
Except.
You want this image.
You are a woman, and you might want to punch his face in sometimes and call him every terrible name in the book. But there’s no denying that he’s attractive, much as you are loath to admit it to yourself. That’s just been from looking at his face. The same one you wanna punch. Or throw a knife at.
Hearing your name you lift your head up from the device. And you feel the sweat running down the side of your head at the look of concern on his face. “Ugh…”
“I believe you’ve left our guest speechless, Young Master.” That gets you moving. Feeling the skin of your face start to burn like an inferno when Barbatos adds in a little chuckle at the end. This is possibly the best way things could have played out, because if anyone else saw this and your reaction, you might be in far deeper trouble. The kind that comes from three people acting like older brothers and teasing you about having a crush even if said crush doesn’t exist. You don’t need that added drama, not with exactly who it is that you are getting all worked up over.
“Sorry! Sorry!” Sliding the device back across the table towards him. “I have seen patterns really similar to that one in the human world. If you’re looking for an exact match you might not have much luck but this is popular and I’m sure we can definitely find something really similar.”
For his part, Diavolo lets out a booming laugh before taking back his phone. “Excellent. I look forward to your assistance.” Just like that you’re the one back to being fidgety. You shouldn’t have reacted the way you did, and you didn’t miss your slip at the end. Like you wanted to help Diavolo find that fabric. Because you don’t want Lucifer to be the one causing you to get flustered, and certainly not a half-naked Lucifer at that.
It’s after that you find a moment to escape, getting some satisfaction at the twinkle in Barbatos’s eye when you bring up feeling like you took up too much of Lord Diavolo’s time.
When you get back to the House of Lamentaion you can’t meet Lucifer’s eye. Pretty much running by him so you don’t let your eyes betray that you’ve seen him half naked. Thankfully he isn’t at dinner and you’re spared that embarrassment, and the closer you get to your bedtime the more the image slips from your mind. Which you aren’t complaining about, the last you need is for Mammon or Levi to figure out how riled up it had made you. You can even picture Levi going on a rant about how you’re acting like all the TSL fans and the Lord of Corruption because he’s the eldest.
“God that was awkward.” Crawling into your bed after locking your door so you don’t have Mammon coming to wake you up in the middle of the night. Or Levi. Or Beel. For any myriad of reasons that would cause you to get a lecture. You just want to have a quiet Saturday night in your room, enjoying the low lights that hang in the tree canopy above your head.
It isn’t long until you’re drifting off to sleep. Only for your phone to go off with a notification. Picking it up to see it’s from Diavolo. Feeling your eyebrows furrow as in your sleepy state you don’t think to ignore it until the morning. Your curiosity getting the better of you as you’re wondering if maybe he’s found the fabric already now that you’ve told him it is in the human world?
Opening the chat and letting out a choked squeak as you go back to being wide awake. Sitting up and the bedspread pooling in your lap while your mouth goes dry and your heart starts to pound inside of your chest.
It’s the same image of Lucifer from earlier.
And it gets worse.
While you’re staring the chat loads another image. Once more of Lucifer from a different angle wearing the same outfit. With even more skin on display in the form of his legs.
Since you seemed interested in this photo earlier today I thought you might like a copy. Lucifer does truly look magnificent in his swimsuit.
Followed by a sticker of the demon wearing the red coat that’s winking. This demon prince is going to be the death of you and he isn’t even trying. You were wrong. This is so much worse than any of the brothers you have pacts with learning about your reaction mostly because you can’t yell at the damn prince of the Devildom for teasing you.
Meanwhile, at the Demon Lord’s castle Diavolo is looking at his phone with a smile. “Young Master?”
“Yes Barbatos?” Glancing above the device and at the much older demon across from him.
“Are you certain sending that was wise?” A tray held against his chest as he continued to watch Diavolo grin, even when his gaze shifted away from the device and his focus landed on him.
“I’m certain Lucifer will thank me before the end of the exchange program. He may not say it, but after last night.” Trailing off as his memories returned to the night before. Of Lucifer sitting across from him in one of the parlors that sometimes doubled as Diavolo’s workspace.
When his friend had walked in, Diavolo had noticed the underlying tension hanging on him like a mist. It may have helped that the Avatar of Pride had arrived lacking his signature cloak as well. Dressed down to his vest, black dress shirt, making him appear slightly less imposing.
Unlike the week before, Lucifer wasn’t taking his time with his alcohol when Diavolo had suggested a horn or two. The first bottle was gone before Barbatos even had time to offer them food of some kind to soak up the booze that was about to course through their systems.
“I’m not sure I understand my friend.” His tone cautious as Diavolo slipped on his first drink while Lucifer fought with the knot of his tie still around his throat. “You watched our human exchange student make a pact with Beel, and that has… upset you?”
Lucifer’s first response is to reach up and pinch the bridge of his nose. “No. Just her.”
“What about her has you upset?”
“Everything.” A sigh from the dark haired demon before he took another mouthful of his drink. “Nothing.”
“We seem to be going in circles.” A pleading tone from Diavolo as he tried to make sense of what it was that had Lucifer drinking like it was the end of the world. If anything Diavolo would have suspected Lucifer to have drank like that after he had almost killed her. “I understand if you do not want your brothers to ma-”
“It’s not about her making the pacts.” Cutting the prince off as Lucifer leaned forward, his drink held between both hands and his elbows resting on the meat of his thigh. “It’s what she said.” His eyes closed like just thinking about it pains him.
“Which was?” Prodding at Avatar of Pride, seemingly unbothered by being cut off. If anything Diavolo seemed to enjoying the situation.
Lucifer doesn’t speak for a moment, but Diavolo can see the way his friend's mind is spinning. The way his shoulders tighten before he relaxes them, like he’s counting in his head to try and regain control.
“She said she trusted me.”
“Is that not a good thing?”
The dark head of hair lifting, and crimson orbs met golden eyes. “She trusted me not to hurt her.” Diavolo, was not a stupid demon. Sure, he had moments where his upbringing made him unaware of certain things. His childhood had been lonely learning how to be the crown prince and future ruler under his father. Yet in this moment, the red head understood why Lucifer was acting the way he was.
“I see.” Speaking two words, waiting to see if Lucifer would say more as the alcohol hit him. When it didn’t Diavolo decided to do a little proding. “Since the incident.” Dragging out the word to ensure there could be no misunderstanding. “Have you spoken to her?”
“No.” A shake of his head as Lucifer leaned forward again, his gloved hand raking through his dark hair. “My brothers have been keeping her busy, all in an attempt to allow her to avoid me. I’m in no hurry to bring an end to her actions, she’s more than allowed to want distance.”
In other words. Lucifer had been aware of her avoiding him, and was allowing it to happen.
“Perhaps. You should seek her out.” That had Lucifer’s head snapping upwards at a speed that, if he were human, would have resulted in a broken neck. “Even if only to make an apology, to show her that what happened is something you regret. It may help the pain your feeling right now.”
“I’m not in pain.” The words almost snarled from deep in his throat as Lucifer glowered.
Diavolo could only let out a small laugh. “The last time you took a tone like that with me…” His expression growing serious and a chill descending on the room. “Was the day you fell, and you demanded I save your sister.”
A jolt across Lucifer’s entire frame as he closed his eyes. “Lilith.” Licking his lips. “Her name has been coming up a lot lately.” A deep breath before red met gold once more. “I am not in pain, however I apologize for my tone Lord Diavolo.”
Sighing Diavolo took a sip from his drink. “That was not meant to be an accusation Lucifer. You’re not some dog I beat when you snap and bark at me.” Tapping one of his fingers on the armrest of the chair he was seated on across from his friend. “I merely bring it up, to remind you that you only lash out when you are truly emotional. That tells me enough to know you’re not being honest with yourself. Even when you were an angel you were in control of your emotions, now twice in a week your control seems to have slipped.”
“She’s infuriating.”
“It’s not too late to have her moved to Purgatory Hall.” His words and tone measured as Diavolo watched, waiting for something that was simmering under the surface. “Before Simeon returned to the Celestial Realm with Luke he was rather concerned for her. Solomon would also care for her safety. He may be curious about her lack of magic, yet he can put that aside to ensure she is not alone. To the point one of the demons he has a pact with who Solomon I think at first just wanted to follow her has made a real friendship with. It may be better for her in the long run.”
“No.” The one word almost ground out. “I can’t protect her if she’s not in the House of Lamentation.” Diavolo tilted his head, a subtle reminder of what had happened. “I will not make that mistake again.”
“Tell me, my friend.” His grin gone, even if Diavolo felt like a giddy child inside his head. “Which mistake are you referring to?”
“You seemed to enjoy making Lucifer squirm a bit too much Young Master. If he even remembers his answer, I doubt he’d admit to it.” That brought Diavolo back to the present, still smiling at his phone before placing his cheek against his fist and leaning his elbow down on his desk.
“Regardless. My goal for the three realms to have better relationships and eventually see each other as equals in the future seems to be off to a good start.”
“I feel you might be incorrect regarding that Young Master. Our Little Lamb gets herself into too much mischief.” A brief chuckle before Barbatos’s eyes grow darker. “However, if you are done. You still have a significant amount of paperwork to do.”
Now Diavolo is looking like you did after being caught staring at the Lucifer photo.
