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The idea of Lucifer failing to break a cycle of violence is driving me insane. Ok so, when Mc and Satan get a glimpse of Heaven during Angel!Luci, he is kind, patient, and Mammon is respected unlike now. However now Lucifer is secretive and mean but we also have it that all the Seraphim are confirmed sadists. Lucifer did not jus wake up after falling and suddenly became cruel, he had to learn it from somewhere, from God. Imagine God put the angels through literal torture, and Lucifer was hiding what was going on and him being the "favourite" actually meant potentially being torn apart day after day. Then he fell, and falling with the rest of them coming with means he failed to protect them in his way, so he starts doing what God did but on a lesser scale and the brothers followed him in being cruel because of course "big brother knows what to do to survive". Mammon has been taking everything because when he was under Micheal, he saw what God was actually doing to the Seraphim and is also hiding it from the others. Mammon also knows Lucifer well enough to know how he thinks, he knows Lucifer is trying not to fail again even when the punishments clearly are not working on him and trying over and over won't get a different result but Lucifer keeps trying. Mammon doesn't have the heart to tell Lucifer that he's acting like God, and God failed in raising them all if they're all stuck down here.
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What would happen if the brothers went to an amusement park? Whoâs riding the BIG roller coaster? Whoâs doing kiddy rides bc HECK NAH I AINT GETTING ON THAT THING!
Request for âŸâ.Ë @noroi-om
Pronouns âŸâ.Ë You/Love
Tags/Warnings âŸâ.Ë Female bodied reader!, vaginal sex, biting, licking, very slight size kink but nothing extreme, inexperienced reader, plus sized reader, hand holding, diavolo is soft and in love, established relationship, consensual sex, no bed involved, multiple orgasms, fingering, cream pie, cock warming
If there was one thing Diavolo truly seemed to enjoy more than anything else, it was learning things about where you came from.
Ever since you'd appeared in the Devildom he'd been interested in humans and the human realm, after all it wasn't every day he got an actual human who was actually mortal to talk to about it. But since you'd ended up, miraculously, somehow, becoming his partner -- well -- his interest had increased tenfold.
Probably more.
He spared zero effort into asking questions and always providing you with home comforts you'd told him you'd missed. That one particular brand of tea and coffee you enjoyed? He got an endless supply of. He tried it, too, of course, always more than willing to share any part of your world. He simply said close wasn't close enough anymore, that he needed to know you more, that he needed to experience the world as you do so that you need never ask for anything, he would already have everything you needed.
Of course you told him he was going over the top, but he'd simply laughed and assured you that, for you, nothing was too much, or too far.
If you were honest, sometimes you felt terribly guilty. You weren't as adventurous as him, and with everything he did for you, you couldn't help but feel as if it was unfair. In true Diavolo fashion, whenever you'd described these worries to him, he simply told you that you already gave him enough just by being at his side.
Not that it helped how you felt about it all.
So when he announced that he'd cleared his new years schedule to spend with you, and that he found a place in the human realm for you two to be alone as a small holiday, you'd begun to protest that it really was too far this time.
As the future king of the Devildom, Diavolo had tons of meetings, parties, and other official engagements to attend to, and usually there was a huge party hosted at the Demon King's Palace for new years. He couldn't just cancel, or worse not attend something that was just expected as normal, not to spend time with you and you alone.
It wasn't as if you didn't want to spend that time with him, if anything the gesture alone had made you almost cry in front of him from just how touched you were, but you were so worried about getting in the way of his duties and hindering his ascension to the throne.
"Are you still worried about us being here?" Diavolo asked gently, snuggling beside you on the floor in front of the fireplace. He didn't need to cuddle under the blankets like you did, but he seemed to enjoy doing it anyway. Imagine your surprise when he'd brought you to an isolated cottage in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but snow and sheep and cows for miles.
"I mean..." you trailed off, shifting closer to him. "I don't like... being the reason you're neglecting duties.... You already do enough for me, Dia-"
Your words are stopped when he presses his lips gently against yours.
The kiss is short and sweet, and when he pulls back, Diavolo is giving you a tender smile; his eyes soft, hopelessly in love with you. It's enough to take your breath away and you clench your hands tightly together.
"Firstly, everyone is just going to have to accept that you're my partner in life, and that means sometimes I prioritise you, if they have an issue with that then they don't respect my own time."
Point taken, you though, swallowing thickly. Diavolo did need more time off as it was, his shoulders were often stiff.
"Second, there's plenty of parties tonight and I am sure a great deal of people are happier to not be at a stuffy formal one that is not even expected of me, really-" he paused, reaching his large hand up to cup your cheek. His palms were always soft and you couldn't help but to nuzzle against him. "And if I need another reason to convince you to not feel bad, after I become king I'll have far less time to be with you without people constantly watching us or interfering, so this is just simply me trying to make the best of our time together."
"But how can I repay all the love you give me...?"
"Repay...?" He asked, blinking dumbly for a few moments before bursting out laughing. "Hahaha! You don't need to repay that at all, you silly creature-" he crooned, brushing his thumb across your cheek bone. "I love you because it makes me happy, not because I expect anything in return."
"But I'm... not even experienced in bed, and-"
"And that doesn't bother me, I like being the one to shower you in love and show you new things."
"But what if I never get more... bold or adventurous.... won't you get bored?"
"My love," Diavolo murmured, his voice soft. "I could never get bored of loving you. Would you let me? Love you right now, I mean. Right here."
Here?
Sure there was no one for miles, so the curtains being open didn't matter, and the blankets and plush rugs underneath were comfy enough, not to mention the warmth of the fire, and the warmth of his body-- you gulped. If you said not here, he'd agree to it, you knew he would; he was never anything but accommodating.
"But it's so bright," you replied, feeling suddenly very aware of every roll and fold of your body. "You'll see everything."
"There is not a part of your body I've explored with my hands or mouth that I do not love very much, and I assure you, that won't change just because it's bright and nothing is hidden."
Diavolo didn't lie. He wasn't just saying this because it's what you wanted to hear: it was what he truly meant. Your heart sped up, breathing catching in your throat as saliva pooled in your mouth.
"Okay."
"You're not just agreeing for me, are you?"
"No," you said quickly. "I want it, too. I want you."
His eyes almost seemed to glow as he inhaled deeply. The blanket fell from his shoulders as he turned his body fully to face you, and as always you felt the size difference to surely, yet he was never anything but gentle, caring, and slow with you. Always patient. Always loving.
Always himself.
His large hands reached out to slowly pull your shirt off. The chill sent a shudder from you, quickly chased away when his hands returned to sit on your shoulders. You found your eyes glued to his face as his gaze roamed your exposed flesh, and though you waited for the disgust to appear, it never did. Again your heart flew to your throat and breathlessness overtook you. Would you ever stop falling more and more in love with him?
Gently, Diavolo reached behind you to unclasp your bra, discarding it to the side without removing his eyes from your form. His hands roamed your skin; your arms first, then to your chest. He cupped one of your breasts in his hands, kneading and massaging them, rolling your nipple under his thumb. You gasped out as his other hand worked your other breast; he was almost too slow and gentle that you had to stop yourself asking for more instantly. You shifted your weight suddenly unable to think about anything but the burn building at the apex of your thighs.
Diavolo removed one of his hands from your breast, running it around to the top of your back. In the same move he leaned forward to wrap his warm lips around your pert nipple. Your back arched as his tongue ran around it, a soft moan from your lips filling the room over the crackle of the fire.
Slowly he laid you back onto the floor, making sure to move the blankets so your head was comfortable and supported. He shifted himself to straddle your hips, his weight entirely on his thighs as he hovered just over you; your eyes drew to the strain of his pants and you had to stop yourself reaching out for him.
He reluctantly removed himself from your breasts to sit up and remove his own shirt; sweat ran down his chest, catching in the rivulets of his muscles only to hit the waist band of his trousers. You gasped out, biting your lip at the tempting trail of red hair peeking out.
"Dia," you groaned out, reaching your hands up for him.
He snatched your wrists up, holding your arms in the air and trailing kisses down them until he was bent over you again, his lips tucked into your neck. Between each kiss your name came from him mixed with heavy breaths and pants; he was trying hard to hold himself back, trying desperately to take his time.
Finding yourself also impatient, you grabbed his hands and moved them to the waist band of your own trousers. Diavolo let out a small chuckle, as he quickly undid the top button. You lifted your hips, ready for him to slide your bottoms off, only to gasp out as he pushed you back down onto the floor.
"Dia...?"
"Patience, my love," he breathed out, sucking at your neck. "You know how large I am."
That was true -- you remembered the first time you'd been together, how much it had hurt for days after and how guilty he had looked every time he'd seen you after that. He was more prepared after that, always knowing just how to accommodate you for him before he even slipped his tip into you.
Diavolo's hands slipped beneath the waistband of your trousers and underwear. His warm fingers seemed almost to burn against your sensitive skin, and as they firmly traced over your slit you couldn't help again bucking your hips against him. He was slow and deliberate as he slipped one finger inside of you, groaning himself as he felt you stretch around him.
"You're so wet," he purred out, now nibbling on the soft flesh under your ear. "And your body is so soft, it's impossible for me not to-" he grunted. "I need you so badly."
You were unable to reply with anything but a mewl of his name as you writhed around beneath him. He may have been good at preparing you for his size, but he was not slow about it. Diavolo set a quick pace as he pumped a single finger in and out of you, your moans building and building as you reached down to grab the blankets beneath you. Of course, he didn't like that, and instead used the hand supporting himself above you to quickly move your hands to his shoulders instead.
As he inserted a second finger, stretching you even more with his thick digits, you found yourself digging your fingers and nails into his shoulders. He let out a soft hiss that soon turned into a growl of your name as he bucked his own hips against nothing.
"Dia," you murmured out, wanting him to be comfortable too.
"I can wait," he grunted, stretching his fingers apart inside of you. You gasped out, again digging your nails into his skin and bucking your body up towards him.
Since being with him, you'd started to enjoy time alone touching yourself too -- always to thoughts of him, and always trying to match the way he would touch you, yet you never seemed to be able to bring yourself climax as quickly and as easily as he could. Your moans built and built as he let a third finger join the other two, and just before your pleasure broke, you let out a yell of his name, bringing one of your legs up to wrap around his hips to anchor yourself to him.
Diavolo never stopped even as you came around him, instead the feeling of you clamping around him only seemed to spur him on; his eyes fixed on your face as you constantly panted out his name. Fuck -- he loved how blissed out you looked like this, eyes half lidded, hair a mess around your face, sweat everywhere, and cheeks rosy. He loved that he was the one to do this to, but gods were you tempting like this.
"I can't hold back, I need you-" he warned.
"I need you, too," you sighed out, trying to bring yourself back from your high.
The loss of pressure as he removed his fingers from your pussy pulled a whimper from you, one that turned into a squeak of surprise as he brought his wet digits to his mouth to lick clean. Quickly you covered your eyes with embarrassment.
"Dia!"
"I'm just an impulsive demon, my dear, please forgive me," he murmured, never taking his eyes off you.
You peeked behind your fingers, watching as he lowered his hands to his own pants. Your breath caught in your throat as he freed himself quickly, his thick cock springing free and sitting erect against his stomach, his swollen and flushed tip leaving a trail of white precum against his tanned skin.
Sometimes you wondered how he tasted and one day you hoped you'd have the confidence to ask him to teach you how best to go about pleasuring him like that, but--
With the hand that was still coated with your arousal, Diavolo gave his cock a few pumps. "I don't think... I will last long," he laughed. "The things you do to me is unbelievable."
Your whole body flushed at his praise, and even if you didn't believe his words, the way his cock seemed to twitch in anticipation all but confirmed it. You lifted your hips again and this time he pulled the remainders of your clothes from you.
"Hold onto me, my love," Diavolo said, voice gentle as he took one of your hands in his own, linking your fingers together. He crawled over you until you felt his cock pressing against your needy hole, and then he leant down to place a loving kiss to your lips. His free hand guided his tip against you, and with the most gentle of thrusts, he slid his tip inside of you.
You gasped, accidentally biting down on his lip at the feeling. It was so much better than his fingers, and it was just his swollen tip.
"Breathe," he whispered against you, now taking your other hand in his and pinning both above your head. When he was satisfied, Diavolo slowly slid more of his length inside of you. He was thick, too, the prominent vein running along the top bumped against your clit, sending a spasm of pleasure through you that caused you to writhe and wriggle beneath him.
He moved to pin your hips with his, giving a quick jerk to fully sheath himself inside of you. With a gasp you gripped his hands tightly, seeing white as you came around him again. Diavolo kissed your face before he began to move his hips again, each thrust was strong and deliberate; he knew you had nothing left inside of you, all you could do was weakly hold onto him, and he knew he had to finish himself quickly before he entirely exhausted you.
"Almost there, my love," he warned, placing a tender kiss to your sweaty forehead. "Can you hold on a bit longer?"
You gave him a nod, staring up at him through bleary eyes. "Will you.. hold me after?" you asked, voice raspy.
"Of course I will," he smiled, giving his hips another thrust.
You gasped out, whimpering and almost crying from the overstimulation as he chased his high. Diavolo's pace was almost impossible to keep up with until eventually, with a strained, guttural cry of your name, his cock spasmed and he spilled himself inside of you. You cried out, too, the feeling of being so full of him pulling another orgasm from you.
Diavolo let go of your hands to clutch your tired body against his and you clung back to him as well as you could. Your legs tangled together as your body continued to twitch and convulse around him.
"Dia... it's so much," you whimpered.
"I know," he replied. "I'm sorry, here-" he kissed your cheek before gently rolling onto his back and resting you down against him. You cried out at the movement, trying desperately to not focus on the way his cock moved still inside of you. "I don't want to be apart -- it is selfish of me...."
You shook your head, managing to move yourself into a comfier position, nuzzled under his chin. "It's nice like this... don't move at all."
With a deep chuckle, Diavolo agreed he had no intentions to move at all. He laid there with you, still joined in the most intimate of ways, his fingers so gently tracing patterns against your sweaty back as you slowly drifted off into a blissful sleep cuddled on top of him.
