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Repost because tumblr's tags were broken yesterday and it ate my post up 😞 Spoilers and translation notes for Rafayel's intertidal zone & analysis because it kinda floored me, I was just as a blank page as he was throughout this. I had to watch it like 5 times to understand what the story was saying and dig into chinese and japanese versions of this to piece together what was really happening. It may be my idiot brain not getting it and maybe it was like the easiest thing to understand for you but. Yeah. I may be just dumb LMFAO AND!!!! There's also a theory of mine into how Rafayel is actually able to read mc's mind/wishes through their lemurian bond, so stay tuned for that I guess

EDIT: correcting some transcriptions of chinese characters and the translations. sorry about that! google couldn't transcribe it correctly. for clarity's sake i will also include original screenshots. please tell me if anything is wrong!

EDIT 2: Check out part 2 to this as well for stuff I missed!

EDIT 3: An Abysswalker connection I found

So Rafayel’s whole deal in this memory, I believe, is dependency. Like, too much intensity, too much need, too much fear -- about scaring her off, about what he sees himself possibly becoming in the future, overall just being too reliant on mc and getting scared by it.

Let's begin with this massive fear of being a taker, not just in the “I’m stealing someone’s fries” way, but in this existential, soul-deep kind of way where he’s terrified of turning everything he loves into something he exploits out of demand for his art. And yeah, it’s sad when you first hear him say it, but it’s also really interesting when you look at how this all ties into his relationship with MC and his inspiration source drying up because of her.

Before Rafayel became an artist, he looked at the world in this super pure, wholesome way. Sceneries and nature were just there, things to admire and feel awe over without needing to do anything about it. Like, imagine standing at the edge of a desert, looking at a sea that’s drying up. Sure, it’s tragic, but it’s also kind of beautiful in a raw, heartbreaking way. That’s how Rafayel saw things, he could appreciate them without feeling like he had to do anything.

But then Rafayel started creating, and suddenly, sceneries weren’t just sceneries anymore. They became inspiration. He wasn’t just admiring beauty, he was extracting something from it, its meaning, its pain, its soul, to turn into art for other people. And that made him feel all kinds of icky, because now he wasn’t just looking at the drying sea. He was taking from it. Just as he's using his people's pain in his art as well, that's also a thing.

Now let’s talk about MC. Rafayel loves her like he used to love those sceneries,,, in this pure, untainted way. There's a parallel here. But here’s the kicker, he’s not the same guy who can just admire something and leave it untouched anymore.

And suddenly, this is no longer only about losing inspiration for him.

This happens after he and MC get together, and it’s like all the pain and anguish that used to fuel his creativity just.. ... dries up. He can’t find that spark anymore because now his life is surrounded by love instead of suffering. In fact, his inspiration starts coming from her and it's starting to clash with how he makes art. In the phone call, he seeks her out and says he needs her so bad and she only needs to talk to help him out. This is the first wink wink nod nod of the story.

So what does Rafayel do? He goes on this big, dramatic trip to "find inspiration" (or at least his muse), but it’s not just about his art. He’s not just looking for inspiration, he’s trying to figure out how to be less dependent on her and becoming increasingly more restless over this. The temparature and physical discomfort is making things worse, he's anxiously overthinking, and imagine trying to fight this and the longest art block as of late off when all you want to do is indulge in this special person and be comforted like a lap cat all day every day.

He understands that if he lets himself indulge without restraint, one day his love for mc will turn into pure need. He’ll become more and more greedy, and he doesn’t want that and is afraid of being abandoned because of that growing neediness and dependency.

This is in relation to his art, because as @/dat-silvers-girl put in the comments, he's struggling with "the genuine fear of not being able to enjoy anything in life because all you're thinking about how to use it (as an artist)" . what if he starts doing this to her? to their love and relationship? take from her, and become someone who only takes in every area of life -- like someone who only exploits things by extracting what he feels about them to use it for his art. he's afraid of that, he doesn't like that and possibly doesn't like himself who does it. so why should she? she would leave him for sure, in his head, that's a solid reason to.

The first time around he brings up his anxiety about MC leaving him out of the inner realization of his dependency, the possibility of just what he can become, and fear of abandonment. she effortlessly soothes his worries. It's heavily implied they did it afterwards and after hearing "her life has already been consumed by him" he tweaked out a little bit and his "obsession" seeped through.

After it fades to black, he says ほら……僕もとっくに……君に侵食されてしまっているんだ…… which means "See... I've already been completely consumed by you too" in Japanese instead of the life being made a chaotic mess localization. While I think MC's line was jokey and lighthearted, I don't think this man is joking at all. Rafayel didn't say his life was consumed by her as well, he said HE was consumed. Ouh.

This took the edge off from him for a while but they hadn't gotten to the root of the problem yet, so he was back to square one after the memorial hall, because remember, he's trying to find inspiration as an act of making this dependency of his better. Pain and suffering are all around him here, which his inspiration feeds off of. The dried up ocean he could hear weakening, the skeleton of the whale, the burden of his people and homeland more prominent than before. And what does MC do? Tear through the perspective of pain and introduce a hopeful alternative, "Isn't it a surprise to see an ocean in the middle of the desert?"

This is a place that gave Rafayel the height of helplessness and suffering when he visited by himself before despite momentarily being hopeful after the locals told him such a place existed. But now, she was there to comfort him through his loneliness and pain, hug him, and give him hope yet again. He brings up how he wanted to come here with the most important person to him when he was still hopeful about it before consumed by the pain of it all, and that wish has been granted. That moment has to be so powerful for Rafayel. Literally light at the end of the tunnel.

It had me reeling that he just sat in the car after all that, staring at her for god knows how long until she woke up. He was probably overthinking again, but my interpretation that it was heavily emotional for him (it could have meant so little for MC but the world for him, she doesn't even know) and he wanted to be in that moment with her, just feel and look without restraint. Indulge a little. (I can just imagine him going just a little bit more, I'll go after she wakes up.) And like. His eyes are shining in the darkness is the description here. Perhaps he was feeling so much here. So much love. So much happiness. And he's about to go in for a kiss (heavy breathing and everything) after that, but holds himself back and actively has to pry himself away. He's feeling the neediness again.

That’s why he makes an effort to actively wean himself off and says he'll be okay on his own. What he says to her after MC is like "spoiling him" being all "hey you're sick maybe don't go? or let's go together?" (which is NOT helping Rafayel at all) is even more meaningful in Japanese and I didn't know why they left out this context, but the rearranged line would be "Do you want me to become a sea creature beached on the sand after the sea recedes, unable to breathe on my own ever again?"

Yeah. YEAH. This is about dependency. (He's saying don't coddle me I'll literally become that wolf tearing his shirt meme 😭)

So of course his stubbornness and anxiety force him to do things without MC and distance himself, he can do it. He’s determined to prove to himself that he can endure it on his own.

I also feel like part of the reason he insisted on going to the salon alone is that he’s still worried mc might come to dislike the version of him who's someone he's so sure she will leave, who isn't perfect and he hides behind the persona he's put up just for her. If he truly becomes addicted to her and shows her everything/his true self, and she ends up leaving him, it would completely break him. He's trying to be like "im so normal about her haha" but he's so not normal about her at all. He's literally obsessed I feel like, and perhaps this is him fighting it knowing it's not healthy.

and OOOH about why he ends up coming back from the salon all hot and bothered.

I have strong context that she flicked the bean in there after he left her high and dry in the car ("hot water washes away the stickiness from my body and his stifled breaths still echo in my ears, enveloping me along with the steam in the bathroom. The warmth from his fingertips lingers in the places where he touched me..." is the english. however, in chinese, it goes "熱水洗去身上的黏膩，壓抑的喘息迴盪在我耳畔，和浴室裡氤氳的水氣一起包裹著我." stating "the suppressed breathing" -- which doesn't have any possessive adjectives when I translated it on google and later explicitly asked chatgpt if it had any his/my adjectives involved, just to be sure. it said no but i'd like it if a real chinese speaking person could give their input on this !!! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME WITH CHATGPT

so um. if the context is in fact the case that he heard her masturbating to him, the intensity with which he attacked her would be normal, I think 😭

I have belief that MC unconsciously shatters his "training himself to be without her" determination through their bond. She just keeps thinking about him the entire time. about him reading her thoughts, though. we still don't know all about the lemurian bond they share. I’d say it grants him some sort of mind/heart reading ability or connects their minds together (when she was thinking about whether she should hug him, he answered “yes”).

At the salon, I imagine Rafayel was already thinking about her like crazy. Then he realized, or perhaps, "heard" she was still worrying about him and thinking of him (as much he thought about her) and decided to go back. Rafayel probably felt that suppressing himself was only making her more anxious and unsettled. She's thinking all about him, unconsciously calling to him to come to her, she didn't want to let him go at all, wanted to go with him, etc...

but even if it was his own decision and no mind reading was involved... uh. If you ask me. He did quite literally hear her after coming back. That's also something that might make him think she wants him as much as he wants her, which made his self-restraint utterly meaningless from the start.

Disregarding this theory of mine proven wrong until a Chinese speaker helps me out here, MC returned to Rafayel's room. A translation omission happened here from what I saw. There are no possessive adjectives in the Chinese text about the room she returns to, and the Japanese one states she returned to the guest room (doesn't specify which one. She was also able to enter Rafayel's room without needing to knock before.)

so uh. she went into rafayel's room y'all. the line "this is my room, you're the one who walked in here" MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE. (SO LIKE. NOT ONLY DID SHE GO INTO HIS ROOM, SHE FLICKED THE BEAN THERE AND HE POSSIBLY HEARD IT. SHE'S MORE OF A FREAK THAN HE IS, I UNDERSTAND WHY HE LET GO AFTER THAT LMFAO)

I don't put it past him to get worked up after he finds her in his room post-bath even without my theory lmfao (idk why they put her in a dress when she should be in a bathrobe or something 😭)

His conclusion at the end of this memory that "he finds inspiration in pain and the art of creation is a part of his life. mc made him realize love and art are so alike. even if they don't complete him but burn him instead he wants them (love and art) with every fiber of his being" and MC says she doesn't like that, rightfully so.

So like. There's SO MUCH to unpack in here.

When Rafayel says he finds inspiration in pain and that creation is a part of his life, he’s admitting something raw and essential about himself: pain isn’t just a byproduct of his art, it’s intrinsic to it. For Rafayel, pain and art are intertwined in a way that’s almost inseparable. It’s like his muse isn’t just beauty, but beauty that hurts.

But then he takes this further by connecting art to love. He’s realized that both art and love demand the same from him: vulnerability, passion, and sometimes suffering. They don’t necessarily complete him (he’s not romanticizing them as salvation), but they burn him, wear him down, consume him (coincidentally, this is something he said to MC in the JP dub of this memory, that she consumes him), but also give him life. And for Rafayel, that’s the crux, even if they burn him, he wants them with every fiber of his being.

This is such a Rafayel thing to say. It’s dramatic, it’s tortured, but it’s also deeply SUBTLE. He doesn't spell all of these out, mind you, I got a headache trying to understand him. Or I'm just slow, I don't know. It shows how much he values creation and connection, even if they come at a cost.

MC, on the other hand, challenges this perspective. When she says she doesn’t like that he views love and art as things that burn him, she’s pushing back against the idea that suffering is a necessary part of creation, or love. MC doesn’t want Rafayel to see their relationship as something that requires him to hurt. She’s telling him, “You don’t have to destroy yourself to love me.”

When MC says, “You’ll never have to burn for me,” she’s giving Rafayel an alternative to his destructive mindset. She’s saying that love doesn’t have to hurt, that their relationship can exist without him sacrificing himself on the altar of passion. It’s a refusal to let Rafayel romanticize pain as the price of love.

And I love that Rafayel goes, "Will you help me look for other parts in life outside of pain?" in response. This is NOT about art or inspiration anymore, and the way the dialogue is written is just AUGH. Again I had to rewatch this over and over again for the nuances and subtext.

I love MC's response, she knew exactly what to say. “I’ll always be the one who walks along the shore with you. Of course, diving into the sea bed is fine too. If it can snow in the desert, there will be a day when the ocean returns.”

MC’s response is layered with metaphors, but at its core, it’s about unwavering support and hope::

Walking along the shore: This represents safety and companionship. MC is saying she’ll be with Rafayel in the calm, in the moments where they’re just observing life without diving into its depths. She’ll be his steady presence, his grounding force.

Diving into the sea bed: This is an acknowledgment that life and love sometimes require going deeper and they may go through hardships, into the unknown, the murky, the challenging. MC isn’t afraid of this, she’s willing to go there with him too.

Snow in the desert and the ocean’s return: This is a symbol of hope and transformation beyond being a nod to The Sea of Golden Sand. Snow in the desert seems impossible, just like the idea of Rafayel finding inspiration outside of pain might feel impossible to him. But MC believes in the extraordinary, in change, and in the possibility that beauty and creation can exist outside of suffering.

Her words are a promise: she’s willing to stand by him, to face the unknown together, and to hold onto the belief that a new way of seeing the world is possible.

And Rafayel LOWKEY PROPOSES IN RETURN.

By saying “let’s watch the sea together,” he’s accepting MC’s offer of companionship and hope in the long run. He’s recognizing that life doesn’t have to be about diving into the depths alone, it can be about sharing the experience with someone else, even if it’s just standing on the shore and watching.

“Every sea”: This phrase is key. Rafayel isn’t just committing to one kind of life or one kind of inspiration, he’s opening himself up to all possibilities. Watching every sea means embracing all facets of life, whether they’re calm or turbulent, painful or beautiful. It’s a marriage proposal declaration that he’s ready to explore the world beyond pain, with MC by his side.

So. I love that his inspiration returns after his freak is accepted by MC because he literally feels the acceptance through the bond.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. This memory DRAINED me. They were just supposed to bang what the fuck happened. Why did I have to go treasure hunting to find what was going on in this card. anyway...

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Sorry I took a breather from reposting, I'm kind of thinking Abt writing some fics for love and deepspace but it's still cooking in my mind

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[iridescent-flowers]

A "Sickly" Feeling

Lucifer x Fem!Reader

⚠️CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⚠️

Tags: sex toys, face sitting, oral, masturbation

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Summary:

You can surely say it was just another typical day at RAD. It just so happens today you were appear to feel a little “sick” and struggled to focus a lot more than usual thanks to the demands of a certain demon of pride.

[✨Likes, Comments & Reblogs are supper appreciated!✨]

Extending some apologies in advance for any errors, im kinda loopy rn so I might edit this again in the future.

ONCE AGAIN, ONLY 18+ YEARS OLD ARE ALLOWED TO READ BEYOND THE CUT. PLEASE DON'T READ FURTHER IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE.

Your eyes look around wearily at all the classmates that you are seated with, including the seven demon brothers who shared every class with you. As a lucky result of sharing the same class schedules with them, you—at least— feel a bit of relief in knowing that the they wouldn't hear you as much if you did or say anything.

Much more so, you were grateful that the professor had yet to enter the class. In fact, everyone took this as an opportunity to be as rowdy as they could be. Papers are being tossed around, some people are drawing, others were sleeping, snacking, or using their DDDs to pass the time.

Vrrrr….

You, on the other hand, were passing time with much thanks to the little “accessory” Lucifer asked you to wear as you made your way into the 4th period. In fact, it graced you with immense disorientation during your classes, break periods, and even, way before you ever arrived on RAD grounds.

He had you test it out first thing after waking up together, giving you both an energetic start in the hours to come. You knew for a fact that Lucifer was bound to play with it somehow, maybe out of boredom while doing some paperwork. You can only assume he’s delighted by the idea of being able to control your body’s reactions with a vibrator he had custom made to hit your pleasure spots just right, from inside you and your clitoris. Simultaneously, the idea of reacting in public, and in front of Lucifer no less, made the heat and embarrassment in you rise.

At the very least, the vibrations were quite mild—probably on it’s lowest setting— allowing you to tolerate the tickling feeling without appearing too enthused about what's happening underneath you. Secretly hoping that there would be more “risque”, you wondered if that was it for the rest of the day, a simple device to keep you awake in class.

That is until you receive a notification ping.

Taking out your phone you silently read the message. Seeing Lucifer’s ID pop onto the screen causes you to shift your legs slightly just o fight the tingling feeling between your legs:

‘Has the excitement dulled for you, my love? Don’t worry I’ll make sure you’ll keep entertained.’

You intended to send a question mark to showcase your curiosity, but it seemed no longer necessary upon hearing a set of footsteps gradually overpowering the ruckus of the entire room. You let out a breath as your heart began to thump.

“The professor has urgently expressed a need to take the week off and tend to some personal issues. But given the extremely sudden nature of his request, we were short on time to address the situation. Which is why, just for today, I'll be holding this week's discussion”

You eyes are fixated on his phone, which emits the private conversation between you two— a sight as easy to miss as his thumb pressing “send” before swiping away into a different app completely.

The message you receive comes in silently, and you read:

‘Under no circumstances are you to cum during my class. You are not to excuse yourself either.’

Almost as if on cue, you felt the intensity spike, the height of it almost making you jump. Thankfully, you were able to play off the feeling as it turns back to normal. In a now quiet classroom, it was only you who could hear the extremely faint purring of the vibrator. You greatly hoped that no one had a special gift of super hearing.

You made sure to make eye contact with Lucifer as you quirked an eyebrow tauntingly. Part of you did it feeling intrigued that he now chose to raise the stakes. Despite your poker face, you feel a pleasant chill running down your spine. It didn’t help your indecent thoughts to take one last look at the message with his voice in mind.

With the help of muscle memory, you pull out your notebook and pen to do the usual routine of taking down notes in class, but your mind and eyes drift towards Lucifer’s broad back as he takes his time to write a list of topics he intended to discuss today. While doing so, your mind switches up. As exhilarating it is, to say the least, you wondered how Lucifer can enjoy a scenario like this unfolding if he himself can't see your reactions.

You shake off these thoughts once again and decide it might ease your feelings to sway your legs slowly. It wasn’t unusual for you to want to get your legs moving during lectures, after all. It was one way of keeping the legs awake and active, with a new additional benefit of masking your own indulgence.

But much to your dismay, your eyes dart upward to see Lucifer's eyes almost immediately looking at yours with a well-hidden scheme running through his mind, something only you knew and were not ready for.

“Let's start, shall we?”

You feel the intensity increase, and with it, your muscles begin to tense to accommodate the feeling.

You suddenly stop moving your legs, deciding it might be better to stay in place, squeezing them as tightly as you could to stop the feeling of your wetness pooling out of your underwear.

Part of you wanted him to look at you, slightly annoyed that you’re probably visibly struggling to fight having an orgasm in class and he can’t even see it. Lucifer could delight in this all he wants but you of all people knew damn well he’d rather see it live, front and center.

Thoughts race back and fourth, all of which you try pushing down, trying to regain focus and rationality.

You begin to wonder if it was ideal to secretly try to remove the vibrator, luckily you were in one of RAD’s lecture halls, a bit different from the usual classroom given that you were a relatively larger class. You look around, only seeing Asmodeus faced away from you and the actual board and staring at a compact mirror he hid behind his pencil case so Lucifer wouldn’t confiscate it. The others around you were too focused on the lecture to notice, perhaps they feared for their life to do anything other than focus… well… save for the brothers of course. But even they were merely minding their own business and letting the lecture pass through their ears as if it were nothing.

Taking a chance, you place your bag on your lap to make it seem as if you were trying to get something. But as your hand reaches your crotch, the vibrator shakes your insides more vigorously. You inhale sharply as it continues to jolt inside of you, letting a little grunt escape your mouth as you find your grip against the side of your chair.

The external tip of the vibrator plays with your clit more intensely, you feel yourself turning red from using all your muscles to stifle a moan from coming out.

You wanted to do so many things, cursing loudly, walking up to Lucifer to take him away from class and fuck him inside the first empty room you see, not caring about what anyone in that classroom would have to say. At the same time you also wanted to run away and deal with it yourself without anyone knowing any better about these mischievous circumstances.

Your thoughts all seem to go against each other all the while you continue to hold back the urge to convulse or make any noises during class. Somehow since trying to move it around, you felt your urge to release worsen tenfold. It was as though you needed to go to the bathroom just to relieve yourself both ways.

You wanted to yield, screw this little challenge of his. You were going to go to go find yourself a place to masturbate in, but you were still a bit scared to be questioned by the demons that were inside the classroom with you. Instead of charging forward on impulse, you raised a hand up politely before calling out to him.

The sudden switch That’s when a different sensation greets your clit, it was almost similar to being eaten out, with the tip being sucked and soothe by a makeshift tongue.

“Lucifer! I—Ah…!” You finally let out, but your mind was quick enough to feign a worsening stomach ache. Your lungs heave slightly and your purse your lips tightly

“Are you okay babes? You're not looking too hot over there.”

You realize you were doomed to embarrass yourself the moment Asmodeus— of all demons— leaned over to you and whispered his concern. By the look on his face, he had yet to catch on, and you could only pray that he never would.

This new feeling was made worse with the vibration from inside you shifting, if you were all alone right now, you might’ve drooled at how amazing it felt.

“Yeah, Asmo… I just felt something sharp in my stomach, but I’ll be fine.” you kept the conversation as concise as possible but another jolt comes in making you dig your nails into your thighs.

“Is there something you and Asmodeus wish to share with the class?”

“N-no.”

You look up to Lucifer, watching as his eyes stare at yours with such intensity. Surely not out of frustration but something else. You continue to eye his back while he continues writing and babbling about the lesson at hand. It seems that the clacking of chalk against the board was more aggressive than usual, but it could simply be your imagination.

“Are you sure you’re alright, that sounded like it hurt.”

A hint of luck must have surely graced your day, you thought to yourself. Asmodeus seemed none the wiser of your circumstance despite being of great approximation with you.

“No… no… I'm fine, I just need to listen in on this lecture…”

You lean against the table to steady yourself and avoid showing any struggle. But it seems too late because you raised Asmo’s attention.

“Lucifer! MC really needs to go to the clinic.” Asmo calls out with his own hand raised.

Lucifer turns around and gives you another stare for a single moment, and you feel as the quiet increase of pleasure comes in, it was Lucifer trying to see if you'd react any different amidst this tense moment. Even as he goes over to you, he is almost clearly unphased.

A quick idea comes into mind and you follow along Asmo’s concerns. A moan comes out of your mouth, one that sounds as painful as possible, and hopefully, not obviously fake.

“Fine, yes, my stomach is hurting. I think I need help from the nurse over at the clinic.” You made sure to just so that the act sells while the vibrator eggs on a bit more of your moaning. You clutch the skin of your lower stomach, playing with the vibrator a bit to keep yourself going. You maintain eye contact with him, giving your best doe-like gaze.

You watch the muscles of his eyelids shift, causing you to form a mental smile in victory. But to clearly, avoid suspicion, he raises an eyebrow and shifts to showing “concern.”

“You do seem pale, MC. Take the hall pass and drop by the nurse's office.”

The prideful gaze you see as you make eye contact was something you knew too well.

Asmodeus squeezes your hand out of worry. Ironically, the idea that you were sick seemed to sell well to the avatar of lust.

You feel all eyes within the class follow you from the moment you stood up until the moment you disappeared behind the doorframe. Admittedly, your steps were a bit awkward due to the vibrators intensity, so you made sure to be in and out and avoid making eye contact with anyone, especially Lucifer, else everyone starts picking up what’s going on.

With legs nearly transformed into jelly out of numbness, you couldn't be bothered with the way you looked walking hurriedly down the hall to the nurse's room. You simply knew you had to lock the doors with a strong spell and find your climax once more.

You rush to the next bed you find, closing the curtains to have a hint of privacy. The vibrations came off stronger as you drop your pants and underwear to the floor. You don't think about the droplets you've made as you strip.

Spreading your legs, you try to find a position that elevates the sensation even further.

Gradually louder moans break free from your lips as your chest throbs to the rush, making a gateway for more pleasure that you find yourself helpless to.

Your mind prays that things would go quickly, not wanting to spend another second in the clinic doing such bold actions.

With heaving breaths, your stomach feels as though it's finally about to grab hold of the orgasm your mind was desperately seeking for. But before it could reach it, you were alarmed by your sixth sense, telling you that the spell you had in the lock had. Not even a second later, the door swings open and your almost nirvanic mind descended into panic. You scurried to put on your pants and hide any evidence that you masturbated on a clinical bed, of all things.

You kept yourself alert for the million scenarios that would happen when the nurse shows up. Yet, you find yourself frozen upon seeing the very same person that put you in this awkward position.

You stared up at Lucifer, and he stared down at you, well masking his amusement. But you knew, from the movement of his shoulders that he was trying to remind himself to take a few breaths. His pupils dilate at the sight of you, before trailing away from your figure.

Watching meekly, you see him crouch down to pick something up from the floor. And it is by this audacious action that, in a haste to cover up everything, you'd forgotten to put your underwear on. You sat on the bed silently, blushing furiously at the idea that he caught you in the act.

He feigned a sigh.

“It seems you don't need treatment, seeing as you've already done that to yourself.”

Clicking his tongue, he waves his underwear tauntingly as he slowly turns around. With your still heated cheeks and steam practically emanating off your head you scoffed, letting a silver of your frustration be known to him you grab his sleeve and use your strength to pull him backwards, even if you knew he was stronger than humans and pulling him would've been pointless. You were surprised your mind was clear enough to even say the words your brain could barely put out:

“Take responsibility for this! I would’ve finished my own treatment if you hadn’t disturbed me.”

Lucifer froze. Then, unlike the composed and chaste man he was to the public, he wasted no time in turning around getting rid of his belt and unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt the moment the blinds shut and the doors locked. Still a bit dazed and dumbfounded, you simply stare at his bare chest after watching him toss away the fabric.

It dawns on you quickly, that he intends to have his way with you on RAD premises as per your order. You turn redder at the thought, but it’s not as if you weren’t guilty for planning to nip this feeling in the bud on your own moments ago on the very same nursing bed.

At an unfathomable speed, he then walks up to you and greets you with a kiss so hungry you swear that he intends to swallow you whole right then and there.

You gasp for breath after the long kiss you share momentarily eyeing his lips for a moment before gazing into his wine-like eyes.

“My mind begs me to torture you more, to stave you away from this ‘treatment.’ Consider yourself extremely lucky that my desire to serve you is more powerful than my many other urges.”

His hands take in yours, directing them to hold his face with a gentle touch, his entire aura shifting with a simple stroke.

“Tell me what it is that you need, I will give you everything I have.”

His fingers slide nuzzles himself into your hands kissing and licking your now sensitive skin until he reaches the side of your neck. He flipped your positions and huffed, you were now on top of him, very unsure of what he was planning.

He smirks slightly, almost as if he was invited to an eager challenge. “I knew you would sulk after our little game. After all, I left my poor darling soaking wet during my lecture.”

You haven't noticed his hands creeping towards you behind, some of his fingers reached down to your heat. You mouth gapes open slightly feeling the callouses on his fingers run across the opening, covering itself slightly in your wetness before moving over to your now achingly sensitive bud.

His eyes never leave your face, not wanting to miss your eyebrows furrowing as they found their way to your wetness.

The words he spoke earlier came into your mind, and with confidence, you stop his hand from trying to tease you.

“I don't want your fingers, I want your tongue.” you didn't expect to sound sultry as you spoke, yet your voice let out your neediness in such an effortlessly seductive manner. Your eyes had a fire in them that stirred his mind. You watched his eyes shift from surprise to his all-too-familiar cool expression within milliseconds.

“Hmph… don't let me do all the work now. Come towards my mouth.”

“I was just thinking that.” He responded while pushing you lightly upward.

A bit awkwardly you waddled to where his head was, positioning yourself so that you faced the wall and hovered over his face. Immediately, like an alcoholic eagerly uncorking an expensive bottle of wine to quench his thirst, Lucifer removes the vibrator, causing some of your wetness to drip onto his face, but he pays no mind. He licks clean he residue from the small machine right before closing off whatever distance was left to position your vagina right against his lips.

The speed almost caused you to lose balance, but you were lucky to catch yourself and press your hands against the wall for balance. The hinges of the bed creaked loudly at the sudden movement and you immediately felt the need to pray that your misdeeds wouldn't cause damage to the poor bed, otherwise it would be hard to describe the incident to Diavolo.

Your hands find themselves entangled between his hair strands as he licks the juices that have been stopped by the vibrator. The feeling tingles, reminding you of how sensitive you've been the whole time you were trying to get off. You push him down further, gripping his hair tighter — perhaps out of pleasure and a hint of pettiness.

The one arm which you had prompted up on the wall began to sink, wanting to grab hold of something…. Anything they you were physically able to with how aggressive Lucifer's tongue was becoming.

Your legs were shaking, knees growing weaker with each moment he entangles his tongue with your clit. Your stomach clenches, preparing for release, oh the feeling never ceases to drive you mad.

He read your mind, he knew you well. With Lucifer you could never hide a secret for too long, and so the secrets of your body is something that became a privilege for him and him alone. Almost in sync with your body language, he reaches for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours and letting you hold onto him tightly.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my love?” he said flicking his tongue playfully against you sweet spot. You only grunt in response, rocking your hips against his mouth to try shutting him up.

The act doesn't go unnoticed, he takes the hint and allows his lips to linger against your clit with a harshness your heart could not take. Your toes curl as orgasm reels itself closer and closer.

“Lucifer!” You let out, any other words you wished to say beforehand got caught , your whole back attempts to bear the feeling as it arches upward. It takes a lot of strength in you to avoid sinking into the wall or clumsily bumping against the metal bedframe, but thankfully you are able to do so and slide down by his thighs. You are now well aware of the heat he emanates and the beads of sweat which have formed

As your senses return to you, you shake off Lucifer’s hands

You squeezed him a few times as you rubbed him teasingly

“If I had a toy on me I’d manage to get back at you right now.”

It was now his turn to let out a groan, “Should I consider myself to be lucky, then?”

“At my mercy even.” You lift his chin to kiss him tenderly, with your eyes closed you do not notice his eyebrows shift as you align your thumb right at the tip.

“…At your mercy even.” He repeats in a conceded whisper so gentle, you felt that his words could caress you. Steadying yourself, you place your hands, now, behind his neck you lean in to kiss him further as you guide his shaft inside of you. His size never fails to outstand you, filling you deep enough that the moans that emerge as your lips play with his almost seems sensationalized.

You sway your hips in a rhythmic manner, thought quite awkward at first, you pick up a pace that felt comfortable.

“Don't move,” you order him, dragging your lips away to bite down on the crook of his neck. He growls in response to the gesture, yet his hands were on your hips making sure you were steady as you bounced. His own brain filled with all sorts of devious thoughts as your warmth and scent continues to envelop him repeatedly.

Mischievously disobeying, his hands explore your body, labouring to deliver you both the pleasures you loved so much. His eyes fall shut trying to focus on his own emotions, his own thoughts. But he can't think of anything, only your lips on his neck, your skin colliding against his, and this heated moment. He could never focus under these circumstances. Why would he anyway? All he wants is you, and your thoughts were just the same.

Your hands drop down, in an attempt to try and pry his hands away from touching you. The creaking of the bed begins to slowly drown out as needy moans and kisses take over.

“Don’t turn down my touches, darling. I am simply asking my master to give more opportunities to worship her.”

You shake your head, responding with an unspoken “no” and failing to hide a smile.

“You’ll give me everything you have, right now?”

“…Anything you desire.”

Lucifer smiles leaning down to kiss you. It was a lot sweeter than you expected— and of course— when you are in love, a couple is bound to have those moments.

You look down at his cock, it which stood out and twitched, as if it had a life of its own. Your own private area reacted, as if longing to feel the way he would fuck you once more.

“I want you, switch with me.” He does instantly without any hesitation. You swiftly find your head laying by the edge of the bed and your legs, which he wrapped around his waist.

He inserts himself into you without much effort, it was too smooth to your liking, but it didn't matter. His thrust were gentle but his pants were heavy. He was holding back for your sake, but today you needed more than that.

Remembering your failed attempts to enact your secret revenge against him, you pettily grip his ass, feeling the almost moldable softness of his skin as he plows into you desperately.

“Thrust it harder, Lucifer.”

At this point steam was emitting from both of your colliding bodies, you try your best not to sound like you were begging as you gripped his behind, not caring whether they'd leave scratches by the end of the day.

Obeying you well, he repositions the both of you so he could slam farther into you, the sound of skin clapping becomes more intense at an instant. You continue to pray that the bed you were both using had enough strength to hold both of you up with how aggressive you both were becoming. Deep thrusts accompanied by harsh marks that are sure to bruise for the next days to come, lust-filled gazes, and heaving breaths that cause the room to become hotter and hotter— it was practically animalistic the way you two desired each other.

“Am I to you satisfaction, my love? My cock? My voice? …My fingers?”

Unable to keep his hands in one place, his fingers find their way back to your bud as if it were magnetized to the delectable moans you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Do you perhaps need help stifling those moans from how excited you feel?”

You don’t give a coherent response. You simply keep a hand by the back of his neck, keeping his upper body in place while the other continues to grope him, holding on to feel the movement of his lower body.

“How nice of you to offer, my love.” You shove your tongue into his mouth, it never fails to amaze you how insane his way of pleasuring you was.

It was then that you felt him twitching inside of you, signaling his climax nearing you try to push his fingers away from playing with your clit, but it was as if they would latch onto them further if you did.

“Lucifer please, I want to cum with you!” Your voice was whiny this time around, making you lose face completely.

“Don’t worry, darling. You will.”

As he spoke, a climax arrives against your will. You felt a bit shy to sound like a lost puppy at this very moment. For Lucifer, you reaction to unexpected feelings was worth getting off to. It was beautiful in and of itself.

You swear you can hear his grunts become more and more monstrous. But rather than slowing down or stopping, his fingers didn’t let up even after you came. Tears begin to form in your eyes and your nails claw at his back in hopes of keeping your mind in tact. You were blushing crazily as your brain tries to pick up every single feeling that your senses received, you can only focus on his body warmth and how slick his skin was with sweat.

“Do it again, MC. I want to see the faces you tried so hard to hide in my class. Properly this time.”

Jumbled words leave your mouth in response, for a moment you couldn’t help but think it was unfair how articulate he seemed to be no matter how disheveled he appeared.

He was close. You could tell he was the moment your eyes land on his which had gradually become wilder and wilder the longer you two went. Now, they were glowing with passion as his thrusts move in a near inhumane speed.

You shared grunts and pants pick up with the pace, you could feel yourself grow dizzy with euphoria as he continues to fiddle his fingers against your practically pitiful clit. In a flash, three of the deepest thrusts he could muster have caused him to release inside you.

He lets out a moan louder than either of you could anticipate, but at this point you forgot to even watch out for anyone or anything that could break you apart from your shared peak.

You cup a weakened hand against his cheek, silently asking Lucifer to keep his eyes on yours before you both smile and shake your heads. Just what kind of mischief were you both getting into?

Lucifer’s eyes and fingers trace the curves of your body for the last time, as if looking at a sculpted masterpiece. His mouth was open, almost as if he was awestruck. It wasn’t long before he spoke up once more:

“I quite enjoyed the show you put on for me earlier in class. If it were up to me you you'd get bonus points in your grade.”

You huffed and pulled away from his gaze, even though you were exhausted, it was always fun to play with him. “You barely looked at my direction being way too focused on the blackboard to notice.”

Lucifer holds a finger to you chin, redirecting your gaze to where it once was, his passion-lit eyes.

“Oh don't worry, I saw everything. In fact, it's quite cute how you tried to hide your discomfort… or… well… your delight, you look so tormented.”

Your surprise was genuine and you could only stammer questionably and blush on how Lucifer had actually seen everything, only assuming his imagination was taking helm at the time.

“The board is enchanted to act as a mirror for all RAD teachers and substitutes to prevent misconduct and cheating.”

You quickly compose yourself your fingers pushing lightly against his chest while pouting.

“You—! You're dirty for using school property for inappropriate matters.” you smile and don't fight to hide your blushing.

“It seems you and I are alike that way.” He gives you a peck on the lips, which you responded to by giving a deeper kiss. Your hand squeezes the inside of Lucifer's thigh, dangerously near his cock which was still relatively sensitive from orgasm yet standing in anticipation for whatever comes next. Cheekily, you decided to squeeze it with just enough pressure to make Lucifer’s mouth gape open and inhale sharply.

“I should teach you a proper lesson for making me go through that in class. Consider it an after school lesson from your favorite student.”

Leaning in closer, the corner of your lips curl into a sly smile.

“…What will it be, Lucifer?”

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Author's Note: I suddenly remembered that Lucifer rigged the chalkboard so he can see what's going on behind him every time he instructs the class so I'm gonna use that as an advantage for him.

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Hi! so I forgot to relay my other fics from ao3 in the past and especially given the new terms and conditions ao3 has to offer, im considering to just start posting all of my writing here. So far, I have about 2-3 WIPs for Lucifer (this one's just in polishing) and Solomon's.... is kinda far from halfway I'm currently putting it on hold for the meantime because I'm prioritizing studies atm.

This time, however, I'll be able to follow through with reposting other content, feel free to check out my Ao3 account which is hyperlinked in my bio!

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Heating Up (Ao3 Repost)

Diavolo x GN!Reader/MC

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | sex, aphrodisiacs, oral, breeding, creampie

Word Count: 3,854 words

Summary:

[Diavolo x GN!MC] After mistaking a unique brand of Golden Hellfire Newt Syrup for human world whiskey, Diavolo falls sick and you help him feel better.

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It’s been a few days since you visited Diavolo, but oddly enough, he hasn’t made the effort in contacting you. In fact, you were worried because you hadn’t seen him in RAD that much, and you would only catch glimpses of him before he vanished. The last time you saw him was when he invited you over to the palace to share a bottle of human world whiskey, something Barbatos brought him as a present from his ongoing 2-week stay in the human world. Even Lucifer— his confidant— had yet to hear from him in the past few days. Understandably, he might not tend to his phone due to the stacks of paperwork he must prioritize. Still, there’s something off-putting about this silence since he’d often relay his exhaustion to you, even apologizing to you about how much work needs to be done before he could see you.

Ultimately, you decided to visit the Demon Lord’s castle to do a quick check-up. A selfless and innocent choice, yet it was one that would lead you to some messy consequences in a few moments time. Entering the castle, you noticed that it's a lot quieter than usual. When you called out for some presence, you would only receive your own echoes in response. While Diavolo’s home is well known as a large estate, this was, perhaps, the first time you've felt its silence, and it brought concern to your mind.

You left him a text saying you were coming in to check on him, but it seems he hasn't even read or received the message.

As you made your way to Diavolo's room, you noticed that a very faint sound of moans could be heard from the hall entrance. So faint that if you weren’t paying attention, you might’ve just missed the sound.

Feeling uneasy, you make your way to his room and slowly open the door. Peeping through the side, you were already expecting to see him.

But instead, the room was empty. The curtains to his bedroom window, which always opened itself to the view of the Devildom, were closed. His lights were dimmed as well. You could only scratch your head in confusion at how unusual the scenario felt. Was Diavolo here… at all?

You knew the moans came from here, though, so was he hiding? You called out for your lover's name, no response.

You decided to investigate the room for a while, just to see if there would be clues to where he was at the moment. That's when your eyes landed on the bottle of whiskey you shared with Diavolo a few days back. You remembered how you drank lightly because you had some leftover paperwork to go through. Diavolo, on the other hand, decided he would drink it while working since human drinks didn’t affect him. It seemed he didn’t live up to that decision given that the bottle was still relatively full. Only portions of what you both drank that day were drained from it.

It was odd enough for you to pick up the whiskey and read about its contents. Your heart would drop upon turning the back label.

While it appeared to be whiskey, you realized that you both made the error of drinking a special brand of Golden Hellfire Newt Syrup. While it didn’t have any effect on you, you were sure it would affect him. The thought of his unwellness combined with his disappearance made you feel uneasy.

Before you could call out his name, you felt a pair of arms pull you into a tight yet warm embrace. You were startled, but instead of jumping or fleeing, you gasped with a sense of relief and delight knowing it was just Diavolo.

“My love, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be here.”

Still in a bit of shock, you let out the first thing that came into your mind.

“Dia, you scared me for a second there.”

When he let out a shaky laugh, you felt something was off... no… you knew it. You felt cold droplets fall on your chest and shoulders. He must've gotten out of a bath just recently. He coughed awkwardly before shying away from his actions.

You turned around to look at his face, his eyes glinting with something you couldn't figure out yet. Being the ever caring person you are, you began to feel his face and neck for any sign of a fever. You understood that even with a deceitful smile, he couldn't fool you when it came to hiding illness.

He let out a soft yet unintelligible sound in response to your hands touching his skin.

“What are you doing?” He asked, a bit confused.

“Feeling your face for a fever, duh. How are you feeling? How come you haven't talked to me or Lucifer in the past days? We worried deeply about you. Lucifer's holed up with work though, so I volunteered to see you instead.”

Your hands cupped his face, squishing his cheeks slightly. You were clueless to the chills being sent down his spine. You focused on how Diavolo let out a laugh while placing his hands on top of yours. He moved to pull them away from his face, then peppered kisses from the palm of your hands to the veins of your wrist.

“Does that answer your question?”

You were about to retort something in response. But then, you realize how long he might have spent trying to stave off the effects of the syrup. It seems that, like Lucifer, Diavolo prefers to hide how affected he is by the substance. He does well to do so. He's not acting any differently than usual, if he wants to be loving, he showers you with affection, and it often happens in the spur of the moment, especially when you two are in private spaces. His actions were normal, as if he was holding back.

You began to recall the properties of the syrup. The only way to neutralize the effects is to wait it out… you didn't have a pact with Diavolo to begin with, which makes it even more worrisome that he ended up drinking it. But as off-putting as he is today, he seemed fine. No fever, nothing. Perhaps the effects have died down already, but you need to be alert and catch him off guard. Knowing how Diavolo was, he’d want to tough it alone, behind closed doors.

“…Does Barbatos know about your situation?” You moved to caressed his arms as a reflex, watching as he ever so slightly flinched at your touch.

“I know you and I accidentally drank something with Golden Hellfire Newt Syrup the day I visited you here. So… don’t lie to me.” You purse your lips together to figure out what else to say, because half of your mind is filling in with the atmospheric tension.

“Are you sure you're alright?”

As soon as he nodded, he held you tightly and nuzzled his face into your neck. Your nerves tingle with the sensation of his warm breaths. However, they seem to gradually become heavier as time passes.

“MC… I'm sorry… I should've asked for help, but I didn't want to worry you all.” Diavolo said, “I informed Barbatos just today, but it may take him a while to return and aid me.”

You felt him grind against your body, your heart leaped when you felt the contagious aura of his deep seated lust. The thin fabric of his towel barely formed any barrier that could hide his excitement.

Your hands feel his body as they move up from his arms to his chest.

“I missed you Dia, is it weird to say that?” Your voice wavered slightly as your mind ran with excitement. You were trying your best to keep calm for Diavolo's sake. You didn't want him to feel as though he was being made fun of.

Diavolo simply smiled, “not at all, with how little time we always have together… I’ve missed you too… maybe even more…”

You placed a hand on Diavolo's hair, that's when he let out a low hum. You leaned outward even more so that Diavolo had easier access to your neck. You hoped he took it as a sign to keep going, and he did. You heard a deep chuckle as he kissed and sucked on the skin in your neck.

“Your skin is so supple… so smooth…”

Diavolo let out a groan, it seemed to be a mix of pain and need. Before pulling away, you whined at the sudden lack of warmth.

He coughed awkwardly and shook his head.

“As much as I miss you, you need to go back to the House of Lamentation.”

“What?! Dia…”

“If we do this right now, I might hurt you.” His voice was quiet and he turned his face away, like he wasn’t allowed to look at you or your eyes.

“Diavolo, you're obviously in pain. And besides…” You placed a finger on his chin, turning his sight back at you.

“I trust you, and I know that you'd never hurt me.” You leaped onto him, and he caught you by your waist. You tiptoed to the height of his neck, drawing a small streak against his neck with your tongue. The action was highly unexpected from Diavolo's end. He let out a moan unguarded, and you let out a small laugh.

“Please let me take care of you.”

Diavolo couldn't fight the blush from rising to his cheeks. He closed his eyes, trying his hardest to compose himself.

“The way you want to spoil me feels like a blessing… I’m truthfully glad to hear you say that.”

The moment he said that, he swiftly hoisted you upwards, moving his hands from your waist to your thighs, and gripping you tightly as he pulled in for a deep kiss. You held onto him, trying to match his strong hold on you, not wanting to let him go.

You felt your own heat starting to take form.

“Please bear with me, my love. You don't know how hard this week has been for me.”

He spoke in between kisses, before switching from your lips to your neck. He was less gentle compared to a while ago. He was more hungry than he was needy.

“Vent it out on me, inside of me.” You pleaded as you gave him a deep and passionate kiss. You felt your own heat starting to take form. Like his was contagious and quickly spreading to you as he runs your fingers through your body.

In such a quick speed, Diavolo carried you to his bed, more droplets falling from the tips of his hair onto newly exposed skin each time you took off a piece of fabric.

And there you both were, taking in each other’s view. His true form towered over you and his eyes glowed with love and need. Your own body felt excited yet vulnerable to his eyes.

You kissed each other to quickly sate all the desire you can. His kisses overpowered your own, until he was the one drawing out your breath each time your lips touched. He moved downward, meeting your pooling heat with his lips kissing and sucking your most sensitive spot.

He was confident in knowing what you wanted, the right place, pressure, and pace. His simple touch could drive you crazy. In fact, with the very movement of his tongue, you knew you were close. His hands held you down tightly, as you tried to squirm and avoid your own climax.

This can’t be about me, you thought to yourself. You needed to assert some level of dominance so that he wasn’t focused on pleasuring you. Even if Diavolo was stronger than you, and even if you were on the brink of an orgasm, you still had to turn the tables.

With the aid of a spell, you bound Diavolo’s hands together tightly.

“Sorry, Dia… but you should be letting me help you, remember?”

You watched as a smirk sneaked onto Diavolo’s face. He’s now watching you go down on him.

You started by kissing and licking the head of his cock, right before taking as much as your mouth could fit or handle. He would try to thrust upwards, but with whatever restraint he had left in him.

“MC…” he groaned “…p-please be careful…” you could only moan in response as you bobbed your head up and down, pleasing him with the friction of your lips against his size. Try as you might, you couldn’t fit him all in, so you rubbed him with your free hand.

You knew that, at this point, he would be grabbing your hair to either pull you away or thrust deeper, it satisfied you a little that he seemed so subdued being bound together in this way.

“I’m going to put you inside me.” You said, watching as he nodded and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips, maybe half of it was for encouragement since it’s not so often you topped him like this.

He looked down at the place that connected you to him, his eyes fluttering closed, listening to your stifled moan as his cock entered you. You were going at a slow pace until you took all of him inside.

He was struggling to be patient, that much you could tell. He took your left breast in his mouth and soothed your back with his hands. You feel it as his hands move down to your hips, they would tighten slightly, as if trying to guide your movement.

Your breath dwindled slightly as you leaned closer, you wanted to leave your own marks on him, in the very same places he always does. You decorated kisses onto his neck down to his chest, an attempt to claim him as your own the way he had every night he spent with you.

But as soon as you decide to play with the lobe of his ears, he felt something inside of him shift. Then, in an inhuman level of speed, he grabbed your waist and flipped the two of you over, he was on top of you once again.

“The binding spell…” it broke. He’d broken it, leaving you dumbfounded. But then again, you should expect this much from a demon lord.

“Sorry… I couldn’t wait anymore. Please tell me if it hurts you, okay?” Diavolo holds your legs upward and begins to enter, making sure he hits the right spot as he rammed into you with such speed. Unprepared for the sensation, you began to moan uncontrollably, digging your nails into his skin as you embraced him.

“Lord Diavolo!” You exclaimed unintentionally. The pleasure and shock made this feeling more intense, and it made matters worse when he decided to stroke your sweet spot with his fingers.

He’d only laugh in response to the incoherent words that you try to form, only to come out as broken moans of indescribable euphoria.

You came right after he decided to move his fingers faster, your own want spilling out. You immediately move a hand to cover where it came from. But Diavolo switched your place again so that you were on fours as he thrusted from behind. He placed his fingers onto you once more, all you could do is moan, any movement could make the pleasure worse.

“Diavolo, wait! I just came, please!” You whined as he thrusted into you. He knew he could hit your inner sweet spot in this position, oh how he loved to drive you crazy.

And with the syrup in full effect, he wanted your mind to break the same way he’s losing his own sanity to it all.

The weeks of intense emotions, having to hide from you every time he smelled your cologne or heard you a mile away. It was so much he couldn’t bear it.

Even as he heard you, he wanted to hide and protect you, but he couldn’t. You wouldn’t let him anyways. And now, you’re here. Being turned into his own personal fleshlight.

“Please bear with me MC, I’ve had to masturbate to the thought of fucking you as hard as this for days…”

“Use me as you like Dia… I want you to feel good with me…” Your legs shook as you spoke, feeling for a second orgasm on the rise. Diavolo pulled your body upward so that he was grinding against you, his tongue tracing your skin before letting it dance with yours.

Your hands balled into tight fists, not sure how to react to this level of intensity. You could only hope that your brain wouldn’t melt from how sensitive you felt right now.

“Diavolo… please.. I’m so close…” you felt the movement of his hand return to its favorite part on your body before it begins to quicken.

“Say it again… tell me how badly you want to cum for me…” He thrusted himself deeper into you, feeling the tightening sensation of your insides as he does. He lets out a moan with each thrust.

“I want to cum so badly please… I’m so close Diavolo… please keep going… I’ll cum…”

“Oh fuck… I’m cumming…” you repeatedly chanted as your orgasm surges through you. Diavolo follows quickly and you feel as his liquid fills you up. He twitched slightly and his hips were jerking, as if trying to release more of his cum into you.

All you could do at the time was let out a cry as your essence fell onto the sheets together with the rest of your body. The pleasure continues into you like electrifying shockwaves, even after it’s done you are still trying to catch your breath, and regain some level of control.

Then, you begin to feel the weight of his body leaning back into yours, and his hard-on aligning with your entrance once again.

“Not yet, love. Please hold on a little longer.”

From there on, you knew he was going to stretch out the definition of “a little longer,” but it never bothered you. Still, you couldn't detail how many times both came, or how many rounds it has been since you started. You couldn't even tell if it was already nighttime or the next day. The pleasure seemed endless, to such an extent that you felt that your mind might have broken at that point. All you could think of is the torment between wanting more or stopping before you broke completely.

By the last round, you tried hard to fight your sleepiness because every time your skin connected was so precious to you. This time together is fueled with life and irreplaceable. But no matter how much you want to stay awake, it is as if the pleasures were luring you into a deep sleep. At this point, it perhaps took milliseconds, after Diavolo came for a final time, for you to pass out in exhaustion.

You realized two things after you woke up: First, you weren’t in your own bed. Rather, you were in Diavolo’s room. And second, you may not have been able to finish with him because of your exhaustion.

“…The liquor.” you recalled out loud. You feel startled realizing that your voice has gone. It was now only a whisper, else it would sound raspy. With what strength your body had left, you turned to see if Diavolo was beside you. And there he was, passed out beside you. Perhaps it was an exhausting experience for the both of you, especially you.

You lifted the sheets to see if he managed to calm down. You mentally hoped he would, otherwise you might have to go for another set of rounds for the morning. Normally, you wouldn’t mind it. But considering how inhumane sex could be with the future King of The Devildom, you might be immobile for a little while.

Before your brain could think up any other wild scenarios, you noticed that he had relaxed. You let out a sigh of relief, at least you and your beloved can take a bit of a breather now.

Maybe it was because your brain was fully awake at this point, but you suddenly recalled everything that happened last night. Your hand searched for the places he touched you. Every touch, every look, bite, and kiss… for an exhausting experience your heart felt quite giddy about it. You had no idea Diavolo could be so unhinged. But maybe it was the syrup talking.

You are snatched away from your thoughts when you feel Diavolo’s arm pull you closer to him, and his eyes land on you.

“My MC… were you longing for me?” He teased, his voice seems rough from sleep. He must’ve said that because he caught you looking under the sheets.

“How are you feeling?” You said putting up a palm against his forehead. His fever went down, that’s the most important part.

Diavolo grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his forehead. He reached out with his hand to trace the hickeys he left the day before. A pleasant chill moved down your spine.

“I should be the one asking you that. I must’ve exhausted you yesterday. Even your voice seems to be giving out.” He smirked a little to himself as he mentioned your voice.

You blushed, not knowing how to respond at first. You didn’t think he’d be open to talk about what happened yesterday, yet here he is doing the opposite of what you thought.

“You… I’m fine… I… enjoyed you being rough anyways.” You covered your face to hide your embarrassment, but you watched as Diavolo reacted like a puppy wagging its tail.

“You really mean that MC?”

“Y-yes. But please don’t drink weird fluids without checking the label again. It’s like the pudding incident all over again. It could be dangerous. A-also I’d rather not fuck like our lives depended on it.”

“Mm… the difference is that you were the one that was dangerous to be close to at that time.”

“You…” he cuts you off with a kiss.

“Shh… What do you say we have breakfast together as an apology?”

You nod, shooting upwards from the bed… bad idea. As soon as you stood up, you dropped to your legs. Seeing this, Diavolo rushed to your side and carried you in his arms. He chuckled awkwardly.

“Sorry… Was I really that rough yesterday?”

You looked away in response. You felt the heat on your cheeks rising at the situation that was currently unfolding. Diavolo just smiled, a smile full of love and infatuation for you.

“Let me pamper you for today. I’ll help you bathe and we can have breakfast together.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his lips.

“Thank you.”

Diavolo touches the part your lips touched, a blush dusts his cheeks and he coughs his throat.

“And maybe, if you're feeling up to it, we can go for one more round?”

You smack him playfully and he laughs, planting a kiss onto your forehead.

“Of course I’m only joking, my dear.”

[iridescent-flowers]

Con La Brisa (Leviathan x GN!Reader)

Leviathan x Reader

Tags: Romantic fluff, takes place on the beach and in water

Word Count: 2,849

Summary:

With the new skill you recently mastered, you plan to surprise Levi with a date underwater.

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I forgot to add this in the original Ao3 post, but I was really inspired by the song from underwater scene in wakanda forever. So, I'd play the song on loop every time I was writing this. Feel free to give it a listen before, after, or during your reading session.

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It’s been a while since you and Levi last saw each other for reasons that he understood as well. For one, you were up in The Human World, tending to your regular life while you were on a break from the student exchange program. And for another, there were certain duties you had to fulfill as Solomon’s most promising apprentice. In other words, Solomon was keeping you very busy with the lessons he provided as your mentor. Admittedly, it made Leviathan feel a bit upset, but he would always feel better upon receiving your calls and messages. It made him even happier when you would do co-op with him, just the two of you.

This time around, you were reaching out for the most unexpected reason paired with a quite off-putting request:

“Levi! Let's go to the beach this Saturday! Solomon gave me the day off and I thought it'd be lovely to do some swimming!”

Leviathan was speechless… no… he was frozen. This is the first time you asked to do something so extroverted. It's quite difficult to think of any proper response.

“I don't know about going to the beach, MC…”

“Oh, I know you might be worried about other people in the place, but I promise there's a private part of the beach we're headed to. I figured I'd take you there because I also have a surprise to show you!” The smiley face at the end of the text made Levi think twice about rejecting the idea. Maybe it's overthinking, but he has this feeling that you might not take no for an answer.

He lets out a sigh, essentially out of awe at how spontaneous you are. Though admittedly, it made his heart race thinking about what would happen on that day. He imagined the scenarios painted by shoujo mangas, especially considering it would just be the two of you going.

His thoughts ran wildly with all the writing conventions he got from every manga he’s read. So much so that he wondered if he needed to practice playing volleyball, or maybe some tough talk when you run into a random group of troublesome strangers… What if you planned to ask him to help you put on some sunblock lotion? What about the conversation you might have as you watch the sunset?

Apart from that, you didn’t tell him to bring anything other than himself… did he need to bring anything? for him? for you? for both of you? Or—

“Stop this! It’s not like it’s gonna turn out that way anyways… even if we are dating…”

Even if going to the beach was the most typical kind of date for couples, he couldn’t believe you were inviting an otaku like him to go with you. If anything, he figured you’d bring Beel and Belphie, Asmo, or Mammon, who definitely wouldn’t refuse some downtime at the beach.

The same kind of thoughts ended up partially clouding his mind for the entire week. Luckily, not so much that it ended up becoming a problem for his duties as a RAD student and student council member. However, it did end up making him lose several rounds in the RPG game he was currently obsessing over.

When the day arrived, Levi had to make sure that the day would be perfect and ended up with a lot of stuff to bring after all. In response, Asmo and Mammon had to talk him out of bringing too many beach items. In the end, Levi just brought some sunscreen that Asmodeus shoved onto him, sunglasses, some swimwear, and himself.

“Are you sure I don’t need any of the stuff I was gonna bring?”

“Levi, if MC is the one that asked you out as a surprise, it should probably mean that  they’re  the one with an itinerary.” The 5th eldest of the brothers reasoned, speaking as if this was based on common sense.

“I-I guess you’re right about that…” Asmo was the love expert after all, despite being slightly uneasy and nervous, he adhered to his advice.

“If you’re gonna get cold feet over going to the beach, I oughta take your place and go with MC to the beach.” Mammon hit him in a way that was aggressively playful as if he was telling him to turn back and switch places with him. Levi raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed

“T-they asked  me ! Besides…”

We’re the ones dating, they’re in love with me.  He stopped himself before he could say his thoughts aloud, it was a close call.

“N-nevermind, I’m just going because it’s MC! You should never refuse MC!”

Right as he says that, a portal emerges and he sees MC by the entrance. The timing almost made Mammon and Levi squeal.

“Hey, MC! If ya planned on dropping by, at least give us a heads up! I think I lost 1000 years in my lifespan thanks to you!”

“MC!” Asmo squeals and runs over to give you the biggest bear hug.

“Hello guys! Just coming in to pick up Levi. How did I do with the portal spell?” You turned over to Levi with a glimmer of excitement in your eye. His eyes widened realizing how close your face was to his.

“U-uh…!” He took a step back and coughed, rose pink dusting his cheeks.

“It was actually really good! Solomon’s mentoring skills are definitely not something to mess with.” You giggled and took him by the hand before turning to the two brothers who were seeing him out.

“Well… off we go! It was nice seeing you all!”

“Take care ya damn lovebirds!”

“Have fun you two!”

Before Leviathan could say anything else, you both already made it across the portal and into the beach.

Levi was expecting some intense heat rays. To his surprise, the heat wave never came. Instead, he was greeted with a healthy mix of blue hues and fluffy clouds.

“Huh…” His eyes landed on the ground, feeling the warmth of white sand on his flip-flops. It was a small pet peeve, but he was going to ignore it for now.

He looked a bit farther and that this was a part of the beach that was relatively distant from where people would often stay.

“Not bad right? Let's head over to the docks.” Levi nodded, letting MC take his hand and walk him to the nearby docks. It was old, the varnish that protected the wood faded from the sunlight. The nails that kept them in place creaked loudly with each step, no matter how gentle they were. Regardless, it seems that the dock was sturdy enough despite its age.

The waves were splashing gently that day, telling you everything you needed to know about how today was going to turn out to be.

You giggled to yourself as you looked at Levi and back to the crystal blue water.

When you reached the end of the dock, you sat down, cross-legged, by the edge. Then, you motioned Levi to sit next to you.

Awkwardly, he obliges, letting his feet hang as he sits down.

“I begged Solomon to teach me this one spell… just watch.” You made eye contact with Levi who was looking at you expectantly. You gave him a small smile, trying to contain your excitement. Then, you let your eyes close as your focus was redirected to the objective you had in mind.

“Spirit of the wind, let my lungs respire and my body steel under your power.”

A blue light glows intensely within you as you take a deep breath in, and fades as you breathe out. The unexplainable sensation of the spell you cast radiates from your chest to your fingertips.

You open your eyes, all your senses returning to reality.

Levi blinks.

“Okay, cool trick and all… but what's the spell for?”

You raise an eyebrow towards your lover before speaking.

“You mean you  don't  want to experience a day underwater?”

“Huh?!”

“Suit yourself, fish man.” You shrug before launching yourself into the water below you.

“What?! MC, Wait!” His mind was too startled to think about hesitations. Immediately, he jumped in after you. His adrenaline spiked as he looked around to find you, preparing for the worst possible outcome.

He had a delayed realization that you were trying out a spell that could let you breathe underwater, even as you reach the depths of the ocean… at least… if it was executed properly.

He can only vaguely recall how the spell goes as he didn’t need it in his demon form. Because of that, he was too worried over whether or not the spell even worked, stressing over why you acted so rationally.

His worst fears were realized when he saw your limp body halfway through making its way to the ocean floor.

He cursed under his breath multiple times in a state of panic.

With all the strength he could muster, he swam his way to you and caught you in his arms.

Your mouth was slightly open, motioning to the idea that you might’ve already lost breath. He shook your body in an attempt to wake you. But it’s no use.

“MC… fuck… please not like this… it’s too soon… why the hell did you have to go and be so irr—mnn…!”

Suddenly, he feels the slight warmth and softness of lips pressing against his, and a pair of hands snaking their way to his cheeks as they try to pull him in deeper.

Suddenly, his worst fears were unrealized.

You were the first to pull away, giggling playfully as you did.

“A-are you serious right now!? You could have  died! ”

“Levi, oh ye of little faith… Do you really think humans are that fragile?” You caressed his cheek, in an attempt to reassure him a little, but he only felt more heated up about the situation, and admittedly, a little flustered from the kiss you shared.

“Yes! Well… n-no… not you… I should’ve known that but— but you should’ve known to test the waters first before jumping into the water like that! Imagine if the spell didn’t work!”

“Levi, this is the spell I wanted to show you. I begged Solomon for literal weeks to teach me and help me master it. You had no idea how many times I had to grin and bear having to go to the beach with him and have him prepare picnic food.”

“I mean… look~! My hard work definitely paid off, and now I can venture with you whenever you want!”

Before he could even argue further, he began to recall the times he would gush over how much he loved the water. Admittedly, they were pretty rare instances, but the fact you even remembered it at all was heartwarming.

The soft-hearted thoughts came to a full stop when he realized…

“Wait, that means you’ve already done this with Solomon… more than once?!”

‘Curse you Solomon, you lucky bastard.’  He thought to himself.

“I mean… he’s the only guy that could teach me the spell in such a short time. I would’ve taught myself but I was a bit overwhelmed with the textbook Satan lent me.

“Why didn’t you ask Satan, then? Not that I want you spending time alone with him either…” Levi asked, mumbling the last bit so you wouldn’t hear it.

“I feel like he’s going to hold it over my head if I do. Like make me do his chores when I get back to the Devildom or help him with an Anti-Lucifer league scheme.” You shuddered at the flashbacks you had, recalling how it ended up with you being strung up by Lucifer at some point.

“Now come on! Let’s go see the ocean! Or—at least— whatever we can see here— or we can just float around, that’s fun too!” You giggled to yourself as you moved around freely, feeling the coolness of the ocean hugging you, and moving against the motions you made. It really did feel like you were floating off the ground.

Quickly, you took Levi’s hand in yours, pulling him as you made your way to the first coral reefs you saw under the waters.

Time passed, allowing you to see all kinds of colorful fishes and reefs. You believed it was luck that allowed you to see such sights, especially how it’s become a rare gem in today’s time. It was as if the universe willed this particular date for the two of you. The thought alone made you feel a bit giddy inside.

Pulling yourself from your thoughts, you turned to Levi and asked him: “So…how was today for you?”

Levi shook his head and smiled, it was as if he was trying to find the best reaction to give you. But at the end of the day, he felt dumbfounded and even more in love with you than he was before… even if he didn’t know it was possible.

He turned to you, fully awestruck. “You’re too amazing. Please don’t make me say more praise unless you want this little otaku to die of embarrassment.”

You giggled, raising your hand like you were taking an oath.

“You have my word.” You replied to him, “consider that as a thank you from me.”

Levi’s eyebrows shifted slightly in confusion “huh… but I didn't really do anything... I just followed your lead today ngl.”

“I know. But it's because of you that I got to fulfill my childhood dream to swim around in the ocean like this. It’s ten times better because I enjoyed it with you.”

He pulled away from your gaze for a moment, you were literally killing him with affection right now. A giggle escaped his lips in response, probably one of the cutest you’ve heard out of him today.

Suddenly, Levi let out a cough and his face shifted into a more serious expression.

“Can we d-do what we did a while ago? Minus m-me freaking out about you almost dying.”

“Which I didn’t,” You said matter-of-factly. Levi didn’t want to argue, nor could he if it was you. He just laughed in response.

“Which you didn’t.” He simply said. In response, you pretended to weigh your options before swimming as fast as you could.

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

Levi couldn’t help but scoff, this was a game of child’s play, and you knew it. So he gave you a little head start. He doesn’t know where this surge of pride came from, he just knew that he wanted to play into your set-to-fail plans.

He wasn’t always great with sports or running, but he was  definitely  a good swimmer when he wanted to be.

Levi felt his heart trying hard to escape from his chest. The moment he knew the distance was far enough, he made his way towards you. Levi could even feel his heart leaping bounds as you got closer.

But then… He realized, only at the last minute, that he had no clue what to do once he caught you.

Under a millisecond, his mind descended into panic mode. Right before he could think to stop, he had already collided with your body. From there, everything happened in slow motion.

There was something about the water that made how you both tumbled together embarrassing and beautiful at the same time. Perhaps, Levi thought, it was because the two of you seemed to circle around each other forming something close to the motion of a yin-yang symbol.

You were about to burst out in laughter but stopped yourself as you saw that ultra-rare expression on your lover's face, the one he’d hide because he was too shy to show how happy you made him.

The fondness in his eyes shone brightly under the dimness of the ocean. Your heart was beating crazily now, telling you to shower him with as much affection as you could in every kiss.

You obliged, feeling the world around you spin slowly as you did. It was something right out of a magical girl manga, but more. In Levi’s mind, he believed nothing could top the real thing, not even fiction.

“MC… I think I want… to kiss a little bit more…” Even in the depths of the sea, you could tell how much Levi was blushing as he sounded out his wants. The best thing about Levi was how he always expressed his desires shyly. He does his best to gather courage when he feels that he truly needs it. It was his cutest quality and because of that, you smiled.

“You can always have more because you already have all of me.”

His eyes narrowed, trying to hide his giddiness with a cringed expression. You shook your head, you could read him so well.

The two of you kiss again, feeling time and space disappear for the moment. In that moment alone, you were both one with the ocean and one with each other. Feeling what it is to love and be loved, your hearts soared infinitely, as though they were with the breeze.

[iridescent-flowers]

I Never Planned On You (Ao3 Repost)

Banri Settsu x GN!Reader

Tags: romance, fluff, some flirting, a silly cafe story

Summary:

Banri Settsu, is the beloved leader of The Autumn Troupe, Mr. Super Ultra Easy Mode, the damn renaissance man, the list goes on. But despite basically living his life on a silver platter, he finds himself acting like a silly school girl fawning over one particularly mysterious Amabi student. Only god knows how this one's gonna go down, given that this man never put so much thought about romantic relationships up until this point.

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Word Count: 3,591

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The ballad of Settsu Banri is anything but a dull tune. In his past, the young man would run so much that he could’ve been mistaken as a speedster from a superhero comic. The only difference was that he wasn’t a hero. He was just a kid running from everything and anything. 

But there was one good thing that came from all of this running. While he thought he was just going in circles running away all the time, it somehow became his chance to find home. A place he needed to be in for him to understand that he should’ve done more to find a challenge, rather than resigning to another win for the day.

That's the short version of it. The story of a reformed delinquent channeling his skills and emotions into better outlets. Accepting a challenge instead of running away from it.

Everytime he thinks about it, he would always put it as a sweet spot between being “eons ago” and “just yesterday”. Sometimes one would outweigh the other depending on what kind of conversation calls for such reminiscence. 

The situation he’s in right now feels mild compared to all of that. He finds himself in, what he thinks to be, a silly predicament which is why he can’t help but laugh at how pathetic the state of his mind is right now. It’s not bad, but it is unusual.

He sat on the seat that he and Tsumugi would often take up at the cafe they loved visiting. Zoning out a little, he comes back to his senses when he hears a ping on his phone. He pulls it out to check the notification that was sent in, finding Tsumugi’s icon on the left side. Beside it, the message he left read: ‘Sorry Banri, but I think I’ll be a little late. A student of mine that I’m tutoring right now asked for an hour extension for today’s session.’

As if on cue, another message came in after Banri finished reading the first text.

‘We can go another time if you’re not in the mood to stick around at the cafe for too long.’

Banri contemplated that last message. But shrugged and typed in… 

‘No prob, I’m still down to chat after your session. I’ll just order a drink while waiting for you.’

In response, he would get a sticker emoji of Kamekichi giving the thumbs up. 

Banri let out a sigh, tutoring was hard that much he was sure of. Eventually he pulled away from his phone and let his eyes wander around the cafe.  He doesn’t really pay much attention to people except for you, this one particular person which, he notices, was there every time he would make his rounds by the place. It seemed to be like that for some time now, a new customer has become a regular at the cafe. 

What made him more curious though was how he realized that, not only were you at the cafe for the most part, but he’d seen you in college from time-to-time. Mostly out in the field or by a small empty table in the library. You were pretty much doing the same thing you’re doing just now. A few materials were sprawled on the table, your eyes laser-focused on the screen before you, your ears preoccupied with flowing music, your one hand had a gentle grip on a mechanical pencil while the other was holding the notebook still. 

Banri stared at you with intent. If he was his old-self, he would never think to understand why people would go into any effort to push through the day the way you always did. But now he would probably applaud you if you two had any aligned interests or opportunity to talk to one another.

He had been thinking about it for some time, about how he wanted to approach you and strike up a conversation. But with the way you always kept yourself preoccupied, he found it hard to and shied away from the idea. It’s a bit crazy to approach her at random, but he wanted to time and time again. Really, it was quite a funny predicament given that he’s experienced worse, but it was still mind muddling to him for some odd reason.

But by some miracle, the moment he pulled his eyes away in fear of getting caught, he noticed that you had taken off your earphones, tossing them aside lightly. You’ve stopped everything to rub your eyes. It’s as if you’ve forced yourself to loosen up. The two of you were just a seat apart diagonally, so he was able to see you more clearly than usual. Of course, considering Banri was making his best effort to look calm and less nosy, he wasn’t able to see how you stared blankly at anywhere but the screen to contemplate on leaving the cafe or staying longer and buying another drink.

Your eyes turn to the task that you’ve pressed pause on, and find yourself resigning to buying another drink. A caffeine type-drink to fuel the tank that’s running on empty. You then told yourself that if you ever began to consider buying a drink for a third time, it probably means you should leave.

Standing up, you let out a noise that ended up being louder than you’d hoped for causing a few people in the seats nearby to stare while Banri just glanced at you casually. 

“Sorry…” you mumble in embarrassment before moving to the cashier counter to give the barista your order.

Banri resumed his little observation project, watching as you order a chocolate and matcha latte. He couldn’t help but take note of the drink you ordered so that he could perhaps buy one for you as a conversation starter in the future. 

As the barista tells you that a waiter would give you your drink like the last time, you bow slightly to thank them for their service. 

It finally hits Banri, to the point that he could’ve sworn that his heart leapt… today was definitely the day to see what your deal was, or at least get to know you more a little bit and kill the curiosity that ate his mind away. He turns to you with a casual smile on his face, nothing that came off as cocky or condescending, it just seemed more cool and polite.

“Exam jitters?” he asked as smoothly as he could, but if he were a bit more honest, he was hoping he didn’t sound stupid. Yes, even Mr. Super Ultra Easy Mode has days where he over thinks his actions, it is a human condition after all.

Now able to get your attention your gaze meets with Banri’s blueberry eyes, a bit caught off guard by the suddenness of his question. You smile to yourself, a little embarrassed at how easy to read you were. 

“Hah… sort of I suppose.” you respond, feeling a bit more willing to indulge the guy talking to you. Maybe it’s the crippling time-pressure, but you feel the need to release at least a little bit of the stress. “My professor in art theory is just impossible. He gave us a reading assignment and paper due by the end of tomorrow… which happened to fall on the day he set a date for a short exam.”

“Jeez, sounds brutal.” was the only thing Banri can respond with. It’s how he would normally respond to someone engaging in conversation with him, but he wonders if he had to act a bit more interested than that. 

“Yeah it sucks, but I signed up for it so I gotta go with it I guess. It’s no midterm or final though so I figured I don’t have to prioritize exam review. I just need to figure out how to actually turn my report outline into paragraphs magically or otherwise.”

That made the guy chuckle a bit. In a weird way, he was happy that things were going well so far in terms of conversation. He still wanted to keep inside voices at the cafe as they kept talking, so he pointed at the vacant seat and table next to you and quietly asked, “May I?”

You shrugged and gestured to the chair. “Free country, man.” you respond in the same volume. So he brought his drink with him and moved to the table in front of him. He sat parallel to where you were sitting, while adjusting his seat so that the both of you can hold a conversation face-to-face. 

“You’re a student in Amabi too right? I see you on campus a lot.” Banri asks you, another query that came out of the blue. Was he changing the subject too quickly? Was he coming off as too bored or too excited? Perhaps creepy? His head really was in a tizzy. If the guys at the dorm could see him now, they’d take this opportunity to tease him about how out of character he was getting. 

“O-oh really?” You let out, still feeling slightly surprised and flustered by the conversation at hand, something the blond hoped wouldn’t happen because he couldn’t tell if you were feeling awkward, annoyed, or creeped out. Why was he so worked up over this? It’s just a little chat. Geez, where did his powerful people-reading skills go off to, and why did it have to be when he was talking to you? 

“Yeah I am, does that mean you are too?” You bounce your question back to him, a bit curious now. Since you were quite the busybody, you hardly took the opportunity to familiarize yourself with faces of people outside of your classes. You’re completely curious and oblivious to the chaos running through the man’s mind right now. 

He hummed in response “It’s kinda why I think I get what you mean. I took art theory last year and yeah, prof’s really something. You need willpower if you wanna live to see the light of day.” as he responded, a very clear thought pops into his mind 

‘Wow… they’re actually cuter up close.’ especially when you perked up with enthusiasm seeing that one other person can relate to your woes. He never knew making someone smile would affect him like this, much less someone he hardly talked to. It’s really embarrassing.

“That’s so true.” You let out a sigh as silence came, you glanced at your work a bit before looking back at him, he was looking down at his phone. It wouldn’t hurt to extend breaktime a little more, right?

“Uh… do you come here often?” You slap yourself a bit thinking about how cliche the question is.

“I’m supposed to be meeting up with a friend from my theater troupe, but he’s just running a little late.”

Your heart raced the moment your brain started forming thoughts, or at least tried to. This fellow uni student was talking to you out of nowhere. He was good-looking as you’ve observed, and was weirdly familiar. Since he mentioned he was in a theater troupe, it sort of made a bit more sense that he’d be one of those familiar looking faces, but you wanted to pry a bit more if you could to see if you actually did know him.

“Woah you must be crazy skilled to be doing theater and attending college!”

Banri let out a half-hearted laugh when you broke out the compliment, maybe as a jab to himself knowing that what you said was spot-on. 

“It’s actually why I decided to study in Amabi to begin with,” he said. It’s not too much information and it’s not less either. It’s just a balance of the two because he really didn’t want to scare you off.

“What troupe do you work for? I’ve seen a few shows in Veludo, but I don’t think I was able to see your shows.”

“It’s a small company actually… Mankai Company.” The moment you hear the name it felt like the last piece of a puzzle fell into place. 

“Crap wait… I’m super dumb! You’re from Autumn Troupe right? Settsu Banri.”

He nods in a cool mannerism, moving his chin slightly upward in one swift movement while you snap your fingers in response to guessing correctly.

“My god! I’m seriously sorry I didn’t pick up on it sooner, especially with the word of mouth often being about you around campus.”

“Nah it’s cool, it’s not like I wanna announce to the world who I am or anythin’”

“Still though I feel a bit bad for having it go over my head the way it did.” You laugh nervously, causing Banri to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Well in that case… I’ll accept your apology if you don’t mind giving me your name?”

He knows that that was pretty slick, but at the same time he hopes that it isn’t making you uncomfortable. He got worried as he saw your eyebrows furrow and your lips form a smile of what he thinks is discomfort. 

Shit, did he blow it? Hopefully not because it’s just a name right? He really wants to get to know you and try asking you out if possible. He was flustered but at least he’s good at hiding it.

The moment he heard you giggle though, he felt relief washing over him and heat rise to his cheeks. Really, is everything he’s good at flying out the window today? He hopes he was just feeling hot and not actually blushing before your eyes.

You let out a flustered response not knowing how to word the answer “it's… my… y/n.” 

He subtly mimicked the way you stuttered so that it didn’t come off as completely insulting “what’s the matter, you’re not sure?”

“N-no I’m sure… It’s just that, you’re a really straightforward person aren’t you?”

“Am I?” 

“Not that I mind,” you defend yourself quickly “I mean... It probably means that you’re an honest guy or something.”

It was Banri’s turn to have his lips curl into a smile. Anyone that knew him would know that it was the kind of smile that he reserved for the most significant people in his life. Even though he doesn't pick up on this, he just thinks it’s a simple smile because of the compliment.

“God… I’m really all over the place today huh” He hears you mumble, but he was focused on being too smitten. If he could mention it though, he’d love to bring up how your face looked even more beautifully up close. His vision romanticized this moment, the gentle orange glow of cafe lights shone softly on your skin, the way brown hugged you and the rest of his surroundings… it weirdly felt like a gift from the universe, as silly as it sounds. 

“It’s all good, no worries.” he says in a gentle voice… oh he really had it bad for you.

The conversation goes longer than intended. At some point he even offered to help you out with the paper a little bit to help you relax more, to which you gladly accepted in desperation. To you, he was an ultimate godsend lifting a bit of the weight off your back. Under 15 minutes, you managed to get half of the paper done. You never pictured him as the generous type, and you were right.

“Thanks so much, I honestly dreaded writing the rest of this paper until you came along.”

“Just wanted to be a good Samaritan for a fellow Amabi student.”

“Hmm… Sounds suspect.”

This was his chance, he smirked to himself being able to come this far than just ogling at you from a distance like he usually did.

“Okay maybe I lied… just a bit, I was planning on asking you for a favor afterwards.”

“Oohkay…?” you sounded out jokingly 

“My next play’s opening next week, I’d appreciate it if you could support me and my troupe on the first day.”

“Ah yeah, of course! I’ve actually been meaning to watch some of the Mankai plays for some time, but ended up either busy or forgetting to.” Banri smiles at how lovely your response was. 

“If you’re also up for it… we could hang out after the last show of the day, I’m not too busy and we usually wrap up by 6 pm.”

“Are you asking me out?”

Banri nearly stammers, but catches himself before he does. He doesn’t expect you to pick up on what he was asking of you so quickly so his eyes shifted from being composed to completely panicked for a nanosecond. Your eyebrows shift expectantly.

“Is it wrong to?”

“Not at all, I’m absolutely game.”

Feeling more composed after your reply, he smirks. this must be beginner’s luck given you were quite a catch in his eyes. Still... As much as it made sense that asking you out went pretty well, he somehow believed he could do better to impress you more. 

You suddenly realize how late it has gotten as the sun has sunken completely, dimming the sky and welcoming the moon.

“Oh, I should probably head out since it’s getting late. How about we swap numbers and continue chatting there?”

“Seems I’m not the only straightforward person between the both of us.”

“W-well! If you don’t want to, that's ok too-”

“Hey now, I never said I didn’t wanna give you my number.”

He reaches for the notebook that was nearest to him before taking your pen and scribbling on the corner of a fresh notebook page. When he finished, he slid the notebook right back to you.

“There you go.” you smile, taking the notebook and keeping it with the rest of the materials you brought out, including your laptop.

“I don’t want to rip pages out of my notebook so I hope this napkin does it.” You grab the pen from the table and begin to jot down your number as gently as you could on the napkin that usually came with the drinks sold by the cafe. Then, carefully, you fold it and hold it out for him to which he gladly accepts and places it in one of his pockets.

You check the time on your phone, “I still have the other two activities to worry about.” You let out a sigh before zipping up your bag and turning to leave.

“Oh uh… thanks for today again.” you give a shy smile and waved goodbye, truly the infectious type given that Banri smiles back. It was as if you were like sunshine on the coldest day.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” He says, causing you to smile wider and leave the cafe with a skip in your step. He continues to watch you until you leave his line of sight. He calmed down after that.

He let out a sigh and leaned back against his chair. Arms up and legs crossed in celebration of this moment. Then, out of great timing, he spots ablur that looked to be Tsumugi. Finally.

He rushed as he entered the establishment, looking around until he found Banri's seat. He gestures to Banri.

“Banri! So sorry I’m late, another thing came up at the last minute, but it seems my message didn’t send anything detailing everything.” 

“Eh… no biggie, really. I just talked to someone while waiting for you.”

“Huh? Who?”

“I’ll say the rest of the details later, you should probably go first since it sounds like today’s been rough Tsumugi-sensei.” Tsumugi let out a defeated and embarrassed laugh as the two continued to catch each other up to speed.

Eventually they took their conversation outside of the cafe. They had to head back to the dorm early to catch Omi’s cooking fresh from the stove after all. While walking home, Banri would explain what went down the three hours he was waiting for Tsumugi. Tsumugi, being the mature and good friend he is, listened with intent and enthusiasm.

“From the way you talk about them, they sound nice.”

In the back of his mind, Banri couldn’t help but think ‘they’re more than just nice…’ but he wanted to keep his thoughts to himself since he didn’t like rambling too much. That, and he wanted to keep the rest of the smaller details to himself since they’re more significant.

It was absolutely crazy honestly. Banri would get admirers left and right, but out of all of the options that had come and gone, he chose you to try and envision a relationship with. Maybe it’s too soon to think about it now, especially since he isn’t sure about how long the both of you would last.

‘Baby steps man, baby steps’ He said to himself, maybe he’ll start to throw in more compliments and do a bit more flirting when they’re at a more comfortable level in their relationship…whether or not you skip the friendship phase, a relationship is also built on comfort and trust. Something in him begs to earn it. 

He looked at the buildings that lined the road at night. At this time, neon signs started lighting up the night. The radiant blend of pink and red neon signs displayed at the front of the stores illuminated him. He smiled that special smile again feeling great as he recalled all the events that occurred in the past three hours.

He did have a hunch, however. Maybe… just maybe… he might be able to pull this off. 

"Yeah... I guess they are." He laughs to himself.

Life is quite unpredictable, huh?

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I might also use this space to try and list down some lore about my Obey Me!MC, I have a lot of notes archived about here and I might need to edit some fics I posted accordingly. 👉👈

Once I get her overall human world story done, I might share more info about her in the future

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I have another Lucifer x reader wip mainly with public teasing, this is supposed to be the last thing I should be prioritizing bc it's just a recent idea but I'm like halfway and almost done with outlining it ?? 🫠

I have a similar ish story coming out w Solomon because I think he just likes being a tease for his own entertainment, but I might edit it because I'm just realizing how similar they are (maybe this is just my brainrot idea for the incoming days plshdhdh

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A First Time For Everything (Ao3 Repost)

Lucifer x AFAB!Reader

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | alcohol, oral, masturbation

Word Count: 2,625 words

Summary:

Inexperienced with... certain pleasures as a former angel, Lucifer is curious about bodily pleasure and you’re willing to help him learn. (The story takes place during the events of Nightbringer. The MC/you are still disguised as a demon.)

[✨Likes, Comments & Reblogs are supper appreciated!✨]

Note: This work is also available on Ao3, feel free to leave kudos, comment or read there if you prefer Ao3 more ❤️

Every event that has occurred today was a spur of the moment, but you suppose that’s how it was in the Devildom regardless of how much time had passed.

After a long day of taking care of the seven brothers, you found yourself a bit exhausted. Lucifer decided to treat you to some demonus. An apology for the sudden nature of his call for help.

He invited you to his office, to drink and chat, that’s when you conspired to teach him to play a round of Never Have I Ever. It was basically your attempt at trying to learn what you can from this fresh devildom version of himself. Whether it was related to The Celestial War or just simple things, you wanted to take advantage of being in the past. After all, you were thrown back in time without notice. Essentially, this was a reward to yourself for being able to put up with it at all.

At first it was pretty silly, you found it cute how oddly specific his prompts would be compared to yours. But in time, he became more catering to you so you’d be able to take a sip of your own demonus. One thing’s for sure, Lucifer was hardly blushing. That man, despite only being a demon for a few months, can surely hold his own liquor. His strength transcends time. You’d have to get him drinking more if you wanted him to be drunk. But understandably, he didn’t want to drink too much alcohol that night.

You were lucky that the type of demonus you were drinking was the one that also took effect on humans, even if it was on a lower scale than demons. As a result, you didn’t need to put so much effort into faking it as you were already buzzed.

“All right, my turn.”

“Never have I ever… had an orgasm either by my own hand or another’s.”

You waited for him to take a sip, but it never came. Instead, his face flushed red for the first time that night, the blood racing to the back of his ears.

“Ridiculous, that prompt of yours.”

“It’s not fun if you don’t ask something steamy. But you’re free to dodge them since I know you like to run away from my questions.” You take a sip of your own drink, knowing you pushed his buttons a little bit.

“I take it you had one, considering you sipped on your drink.” He spoke mimicking the way you taunted him.

“Yes, of course.” You laughed and answered shamelessly.

“Jeez, you really just want an excuse to keep drinking don’t you?”

“I could drink till I’m drunk. Right now, I’m only buzzed.”

Lucifer let out a small laugh to himself before he became deep in thought.

“So you have pleasured yourself?” He brought up the question through a mumble, almost as though he didn’t want you to hear his question, much less answer it.

“Bold of you to assume I could do it alone, but yeah… sometimes.”

“With who, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You smile to yourself, almost letting out a scoff knowing the answer was technically right in front of you.

“Who indeed?” You sip your drink, your mind deep in the gutter as you recall the nights spent in Lucifer’s bed… or at least… the Lucifer of your time that is.

Right now, you knew this should’ve been the part where you let your heart break, thinking about your memories of Lucifer. Then, you’d ask to end the game here. To pause and let your heart break.

But the second half of you wanted to play around tonight and see what would happen, and tonight, it had won.

You cough, reel yourself back to reality, and quickly changed the subject.

“So what? Are we playing 20 questions now?” You asked him

“20 questions? I think I’ve heard of that game before… yes. I’d rather we play this now.”

You shot him an intrigued look, “in that case I have two questions to ask you since you used up two already.”

Lucifer hummed a response, telling you to continue. You twirled the wine glass in your hands, watching as the demonus swirled afterwards.

“Do you want to know what it feels like?” You swear you could see the blush on his cheeks. You leaned over to his side, wanting to tease him more.

“I suppose, I am curious to know how it feels. I rarely took breaks in the Celestial Realm, not that moving to the Devildom made any notable difference.” He says, shying away a bit to hide the tint, which proved pointless. You decided to get closer to him, leaning closer so that he could feel the breath from your lips caress his ear. In a whisper, you asked the question:

“Do you want me to help you learn?”

There was a bit of silence between the two of you after asking that question. He gulped as he felt his own heart race. This scenario was exciting enough for him, but part of him wanted to ignore it. He was better than this, and he was supposed to be.

“I usually think it’s a good way to destress, but I won’t force you into anything you don’t want.” You responded lounging back. You really weren’t expecting him to say anything. In fact, it’s unlikely of you to act the way that you’re acting right now. Especially in Lucifer’s presence, you find it difficult to be bold as he might tease you in bed later on. But the Lucifer that had just fallen from celestiality was different. While it’s hard to explain, you understood that he was more open and vulnerable, a trait you always wished to see from the him of your time. Unfortunately, the thousands of years had him build a pretty high wall. Not that you mind because he always found ways to shower you with his love, both inside and outside of the bedroom.

But you were greedy, curious to see more. So before you, was the perfect embodiment of what you wanted to see.

You swirled your drink again, looking down at the contents. How much have you had anyways? Not that it affects you too much, but it’d be suspicious if you drank so heavily in front of him.

Your thoughts got interrupted when Lucifer spoke.

“De-stress huh… well if that’s the case then… let’s do it together.” His straightforward response caught you off guard. You understand that it shouldn’t be a surprise since he’d only descended to the Devildom, but still… It requires some getting used to.

You gulped, feeling a wave of nervousness hit you all of the sudden. As a result your hand shakes upon as you bring the cup to your lips. You take a big gulp of your demonus and place the glass aside. How many times have you spent the night with Lucifer, why did this feel different? It’s as if you were filled to the brim with anticipation.

“Well then… let me warm you up.” You made sure to keep your confidence and calmness in check. Lucifer doesn’t entirely know what type of person you are, so you could relax from any sadistic intentions he had. As much as you missed them, you were curious to know what it would feel like to be the dominant person.

You can feel the heat in your face as you walk over to him slowly, to tease him. You decided to do a strip show for him as well, removing pieces of clothing until it was just you in your underwear. You could’ve sworn you heard him shudder in excitement.

A dust of pink formed across his cheeks as you made your way between his legs, rubbing his thighs to tease his cock. You recalled this as something he’d do to you to get you antsy for him. You figured you could try it out. You lowered the zipper of his pants and let the rest of your fingers trace his semi-hard-on.

He was stifling his response to your hands by appearing nonchalant and covering his mouth. No matter, he was always the type to do that anyways. You began to pull down his boxers and touch him.

You licked a streak or two against his dick and felt the throbbing from its skin. In the process you made sure to add as much saliva as you could to lubricate him.

Keep your eyes on me, you could hear his voice echo at the back of your mind. Your mind was in the gutter, thinking if all those times you were sucking him off just like this.

Lucifer could feel the heat of his face slowly spread all over his body. He felt his own sweat taking form so much that he loosened his tie and a few buttons. He let out a cough to disguise a reaction to this oddly pleasant feeling.

You were mindlessly rubbing his cock now, which was getting larger by the minute. You started recollecting his preferences and wondered if the old Lucifer would like that too.

Well, it’s time to commence a little experiment.

As you continue to make eye contact with him, you began to open your mouth.

“What are…” he was supposed to ask a question, but his focus shifted to the feeling of your mouth against his dick, he let out a grunt that he was too slow to hide. You began to bob your head up and down in the pace that Lucifer once taught you. He also liked it when you swirl your tongue on his tip and caress his balls while you sucked him well.

You realized that you broke eye contact when you heard a stifled moan come out of his mouth. For a second, your eyes widened in shock. You just made Lucifer moan, not grunt, moan. You recomposed yourself so that you were able to maintain eye contact with him confidently.

Lucifer’s heart was racing, watching as you met eyes with him and performed your lewd act. But looking at him for so long made you feel wet yourself. His half-lidded eyes and parted mouth gave way to heavy pants and small moans. All this was happening as you felt him grow harder in your mouth. You stopped caressing his balls for a moment as you needed to touch yourself, very, very badly.

You moved your fingers to your clit, pleasuring yourself at the same pace as you were blowing him.

You steal glances of his face as you go down on him. The face that always looked down at you— the self-satisfied grin that knew you were his— was replaced with one that pleaded and begged for more of you. Still attuned to his heart, he wanted to have you, and for you to have him. Immediately, you understood that he was giving you control. There was no need to ask or beg, he surrendered himself to you completely, and you understood that. A rare gem, a souvenir from your time traveling journey.

You felt his hands rest on the back of your head, as if subtly telling you to take him in deeper. Maybe if you were in the present, he would’ve intertwined his fingers into your hair and turned your mouth into his personal fleshlight. In his mind, he knew he wanted to do the acts you were imagining, even more so to touch your naked skin. But he kept himself restrained, not wanting to let go of all his pride even in the face of this glorious sensation.

Already expecting what he wanted, you bobbed your head, swallowing his shaft deeper until he was hitting the back of your throat. You tried to keep your lips together, tightening your grip on his shaft.

Oh… this is everything, you thought as you deepened your fingers into yourself, grinding your palm against your sensitive spot and curling your fingers to hit your insides just right. You moaned as you continued to deepthroat him.

“You… demon… you really are experienced with pleasuring others.” If only you knew, Lucifer.

You pulled his shaft our with a pop while rubbing it gently, he whined at he felt the warmth of your mouth disappear.

“Don’t worry, I save my experience for someone who’s worth it.” You said, holding yourself back before saying anything else.

If you knew how many nights we’d spend losing ourselves in each other… for each other…

The heat of the moment was so intense that it felt like a haze. Your mind has been plagued with the sight of Lucifer taking pleasure from your mouth. The helplessly needy facial expressions plastered on his face, the way he struggles to choose between curling his fists until his knuckles turned white or gripping the chair with enough strength to destroy it. He’s completely at your mercy, and you were in love with it.

“Ah MC… something’s coming… I can’t stop it…!” Lucifer’s thrusts intensified as he nears closer and closer to his euphoria. You speed up your pace as well, rubbing your sensitive spot to build your own climax up.

You hoped he’d let it out inside your mouth, but to your surprise, you felt your shoulder being pushed away. The force pulled you apart from his dick, allowing you to inhale deeply for breath.

As you reached your own climax, you hear Lucifer let out an intense moan. Then suddenly, you felt the spurt of a light yet viscous liquid onto your face. The amount of it surprised you even more. You felt it drip from your eyelids, down to the side of your left cheek, until it dripped onto your chest. You were quite stunned by the facial.

With your eyes closed, you listened to the mix of your heavy breaths which slowly began to synchronize and steady. You missed this part most of all. After sex, it served as a reminder that you are one with each other, even long after he pulls out of you.

"Ah… forgive me MC, I couldn't stop myself." You lewd and endearing thoughts faded as you watched him feeling his pockets. Most definitely to find a napkin to wipe your face. It was another habit he tended to do when he felt gentle on a certain day. It was nice to know that his inner gentleman didn’t change over the years.

While you were used to his habits, experiencing how novice he is felt was just as good. The sensation of receiving an accidental facial and watching his apologetic and flustered face… It was so cute you couldn't help but giggle and smile. He would never even be so sloppy in your timeline, but perhaps because it’s his first time coming, he wasn’t expecting the load to come out, and in such large amount no less. Those passion filled nights and gentle days, even the times where passion turned into fire…

Just as soon as you thought you wouldn’t think about it once more, you begin, again, to look back on the times when he commanded you to swallow every drop of his essence. Or perhaps, if he would release on your face, he would have you wipe your face and lick your hand clean. As if listening to these orders, you wiped your face from his cum and licked them with your fingers, like how the other him taught you.

Your eyes stared at the Lucifer before you with mischievous intent.

"It's alright, love. I'll let it slide, as long as you return the favor and go down on me too."

Perhaps you’d try to be more dominant towards Lucifer once you’ve returned to your time.

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//semi-nsfw

Sigh, Diavolo showering in the bathtub is filling my head with so much insanity maybe I should write a bath fic where he rails the reader (or at least some headcanons because im going ballistic over this picture alone)

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First Post!

Hi! I figured I'd open a tumblr so I can share a lot of my brainrot outside of Ao3 since it's not exactly a socmed platform.

To start off, I'd like to introduce myself! My name is mika, but you can call me miks. I write fics mainly about Obey Me! but I might occasionally work on other fandoms I'm in (mayhaps A3!, Love and Deepspace, etc.).

I'm considering on reposting some of my ao3 fics here on tumblr but I'm still planning out what else I'm gonna do here, especially because it's been a while since I opened tumblr and a lot might've changed from when I was a regular here.

But anyways I hope y'all don't mind letting me be delulu here LMAO, see you all in the future ��❤️