#Diavolo is truly my baby girl

[obeymematches]

Hi! I was the one who requested the daughters one. Can you write it for the undateables?

sure thing bestie🫡 sorry I made you wait 💔

With his Daughter

Diavolo:

● As the future Queen of Devildom you'd think his daughter is the perfect little girl in pretty dresses holding tea parties with her stuffies....

● My sweet summer child...

● She's a menace.

● You know girls usually take after their father. Diavolo is a fully grown adult and he can still be a menace.

● Can you imagine what he was like as a toddler ?? ● His little girl LOVES speaking her mind and Diavolo is very supportive of this habit. He adores how little kids think; and say the obvious. He damn sure won't be getting in the way of her freedom.

● Little girlie also likes to climb trees, play in the mud, prank the staff, if you get her one of those electric cars from the Human World she'd never get out.

● Likes to yell and throw tantrums; this is the only behavior of hers which Diavolo dislikes, though he is very patient with her regardless. Explains to her why she is being too much right now BUT let's go get icecream instead just to calm down.

● Think of Muffin from Bluey. Exactly.

● She is hectic, she is faaar from perfect, but his daddy doesn't let anyone tell her off or make her feel bad about it.

● As the other parent.... you hardly can rest with this two but if anyone, it's you who can slow them down a bit if this is not your style.

Barbatos:

● He has experience raising kids, though usually sons.

● He was not prepared for his daughter to steal his heart so effortlessly though.

● He is absolutely in love since day 1. She was just born and now he'd do anything for her.

● Though she is not going to be so spiled to do whatever she wants, she must learn to be nice and polite - though I think she is a much calmer kid than Diavolo's, for example.

● She likes to pick flowers, play on the swing, dress pretty, and she likes to give kisses. She also likes to help her daddy cook!!

● Her dad is so proud of her, even when he is tired he refuses to rest unless they had playtime.

Simeon:

● Antoher person with experience; though the infant stage is new for him as well.

● He'd absolutely love his child no matter the gender, but his little girl is a copy-paste version of him of course he is obsessed.

● Gets up every single time she cries, does anything to calm her down, has endless patience. ● Hardly ever gets frustrated even when he hasn't slept well in years. Truly a perfect example.

● Likes to go on trips as a family!!!

● Very soft-spoken with her, explains everyting as many times as needed.

● His daughter isn't too spoiled but she has everything a kid needs. Has simple toys, non of that loud flashy stuff.

● Loves to read her stories inside, in the garden, on the road, doesn't matter he just wants to make sure his baby is set for a good, creative, happy life.

Solomon:

● Okay I doubt he was the protective kind BEFORE becoming a father..... and he is not going to change AFTER becoming one either.

● Kids must learn how the world works right?

● It is the best for her to experience everything.

● Yes he is there to calm her down, provide aid, etc, but he is not going to stop her from touching a thorn for example

● Like superglue his daughter is right there with him at all times. He can only use the toilet if he manages to leave without her noticing.

● I loove to imagine him carrying his daughter on his shoulders!!!

● Ah imagine him playing blocks with her 🥹 Building the prettiest castle just for her to destroy!

● Likes to wear matching colored clothing with her

● His heart breaks to shreds when she refuses to eat anything he cooks... there is no going back from that. Easily the worst feeling he had in the past centuries.

● His daughter is very clever for her age at all times. She might tutor some of her classmates if she likes them.

AN: did you know the base of your personality is inherited from your parents? yes you might change on purpose here and there, yes society, your culture also shapes you as you grow, but the base material you have to work with is inherited

AN 2: i have no clue where part one is but i trust it is on my blog somewhere 👉👈

[miko32]

Born Into the Seven Ruler's of Devildom

I was isekai'd to a world in a book. The title was "Kristin in the Harem of the Seven Demon Lords." Like its title, a human named Kristin was brought to Devildom against her will and had to survive through the temptation of the seven demon lords, who were brothers and avatars of the seven sins.

The seventh brother, Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

The sixth brother, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.

The fifth brother, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

The fourth brother, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

The third brother, Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy.

The second brother, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

The first brother, Lucifer, the fallen angel, the Avatar of Pride. My father. The one who succeeded in seducing the human Kristin and impregnating her.

I was in shambles with the ending. Lucifer had kicked Kristin out, banished to the swamp and died giving birth. The baby survived and was named Leilel by Kristin, and that baby is me.

I'm Leilel Morningstar, the child of Lucifer Morningstar.

Chapter List

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Chapter 5 --- First Day at School

The school quickly descended into chaos as all the demons talked about the new humans, their conversations soon turning to the previous humans in the program.

"Why didn't Diavolo invite Solomon?"

"Perhaps due to the incident with the human girl who was killed."

"Do you think there might be an 'accident' involving the human girl?"

"Ahaha! That would be quite dramatic!"

"Just another nephilim they have to deal with!"

…

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

That's all I could think of as I walked toward my classroom. This is messed up, absolutely messed up. Why in the world would Diavolo start the exchange again? After thirteen years, at the same year I enrolled?! What kind of stupid fate is this?! Ugh. Whoever God from up there or down here must’ve hated me. Why do these things keep happening to me?!!!

"Ah!" My foot caught something, and I fell face-first.

A group of demons laughed at me.

"Ahaha! Watch where you're going," the demon kicked my side. I let out an 'uf' as I felt another demon put their boots on my back, holding me down.

"Argh!" Fuck! Fuck! Oh, how fate truly hates me.

"Iuuu... She has some sort of weird smell."

"What do you expect from a swamp demon?” I felt the demon lift his boot. I tightly closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.

“Hey!”

I looked up from the floor, my view only to a familiar pair of white high-heeled boots.

“You low-born demons, it’s the third bell! I will not have you punk demons ruin Diavolo’s precious academy on the first day,” Mephistopheles scolded.

The demon who has his boots on me turned to Mephisto. I slowly lifted myself up, surprised at Mephistopheles defending me.

“Fuck off Mephist-”

Mephistopheles lifted his cane to the demon’s neck, silencing him. The demon gulped.

“With the new human exchange students, it is ordered that there will be no fighting between students.” Mephisto stepped forward, pushing the demon into the wall, his purple aura flowing from his hand through his cane. “So you better follow that order, or I’ll put you on the list of Diavolo’s enemies.”

“What-!”

Mephisto struck his neck with the end of the cane. The demon doubled over, coughing.

“Understood?”

The demon coughed and nodded. Mephisto gave a glare and his friends pulled him away, leaving me and Mephistopheles in the hallway. I placed my hand over my side, emitting a healing power. I felt Mephistopheles staring at me.

I should say thank you. “Um, tha-”

“Don’t,” Mephisto cut me off. “I will need you in good shape to show me the warehouse, correct?”

Oh. Right. I nodded.

“Good, now quickly get to your class,” he lightly pushed my leg with his cane. I flinched and glared at him. He smiled back and walked to his class.

I sigh relief. I choose a great demon to be my support. For now.

I gave myself a few minutes to let the healing power work through my back. Then I lifted myself up and went to my first class, History of Devildom. I had memorized the classes I take in this building, and I was able to arrive in time. I sighed with relief as I took my seat. Luckily, no one seemed to care about me. And… I looked around the classroom. No demon brothers.

Yes!

A woman walked in, small pointy red horns on her head, short white hair, and a scowl on her face.

"Sit DOWN!" she shouted to the whole class. Of course, she would be the teacher. The student take their seat as the teacher scold. "As it is mandatory to introduce myself, even though you punk demons don't need another History Lesson 101 all over the decades because you're all lazy punks!"

She lifted her index finger, with long red sharp nails that could reach the ceiling. She scratched it on the blackboard behind her.

SCREEECH, SCREECH, SCREEECH,

I closed my ears and gritted my teeth. The teacher spelled out on the blackboard her name, "Miss Viles."

"Now, all of you will address me as Miss Viles! Or else!" she pulled out a metal ruler and snapped it. A crackling sound burst through the room like thunder, but there was no lightning. Thankfully, I'm already used to the sound in the swamp. "And! I do not tolerate-!"

"OIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

I jolted in my seat. That familiar voice... A demon behind me whispered, "Oh no, it's the scumbag greed brothers."

My eyes widened. The greedy scummy brother would be-!

Running steps were heard approaching from the hallway. Miss Viles groaned and held the door. When the demon stepped into the doorframe, she slammed it.

"GAH!!!"

I blinked my eyes, a demon sprawled on the floor. He had messy white hair. He was the avatar of greed, Mammon.

"HEY! I could've smashed the door, professor!" Mammon protested.

The demons behind me murmured, disappointed that Mammon didn't get slammed. That was obvious; Mammon had speed no demon in the realm could match.

Miss Viles glared. "Mammon, I will not repeat myself! Come to class on time!"

Mammon waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got ya!"

A knock on the door, and it opened, revealing a cute tan girl with brown hair. “Um, Ma-Mammon?"

I gasped. She’s one of the human exchange students!

“Ah! You must be Carina, right?”

“Ye-yes,” Carina stepped into the classroom, offering her hand. “Nice to meet-”

“I see you’ve already rubbed off on Mammon’s behavior,” Miss Viles ignored her hand. Carina slowly put her hand away with a frown. “Just because he is your caretaker doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be late for my class!” She slapped her ruler, making a thundering noise. Carina yelped.

“I-I-I’m sorry! Please don't kill me!” Carina bowed her back in fear. Students behind me snickered and laughed.

Oh no. This is just a repeat of what happened to Kristin. Bullied, mocked, threatened to be eaten. Not to mention, her caretaker was the same demon Mam-

“Eeep!!!”

The said demon had his face close to mine, staring at me. I was frozen in my seat, scared to death.

"Yo! Miss Viles! Who is this demon?"

What is he doing?? What does he want?! Did he realize??!!

Miss Viles blew her mouth. “Oh, that’s just the new baby demon from the swamp.”

“Wait!” Mammon banged the table, and I stood up, stepping back from my seat. “You’re the youngest demon?!”

“Uh-uh-uh, yeah?” Oh no, he must’ve realized I’m Leilel! FUCKING SHIT! I need to escape through the window!

"Oh yeah, you're the same age as-" Mammon suddenly stopped. He frowned at me, clicked his tongue, and sat in his chair. The whole class went quiet.

What's going on? Just a moment ago, Mammon was bothering me and now the whole class went dead silents. I glance at from the corner of my eyes, the whole students closed their mouth as if being sewed.

Miss Viles sense the discomfort, clears her throat, and clapped her hands. "Well, I guess that’s enough chaos. Let’s start class."

I sat back into my chair, dreadful and nervous. The classroom table is for three people, and I’m sitting with the poor human Carina and demon Lord Mammon.

Oh, God, why do you hate me so much?

My heart beating so fast it may have fallen out of my ribcage. My hand sweats like a pig. I take a slow deep breath. Distracting myself with the professor's lecture. I look from the corner of my eyes. Mammon was leaning over his crossed arms, yawning. He seemed to be bored out of his mind and ignoring everyone around him. I sighed in relief.

Then a quill tapped on my book. “Hey, I’m Carina, what’s your name?”

I flinch. Fuck. Quite bold this human wants to introduce herself to a demon on the first day. Very unfortunate that demon is me. If I become acquainted with Carina, I will be involved in Diavolo’s and the Seven Brothers' twisted game. They would let Carina be friends with me, then make me the evil demon who's out to eat this girl while the demon brothers protect her. It’s how they tricked Kristin and gained her favor.

And it’s going to happen again. I gritted my teeth and turn back to my book. I ignore her. I can’t get involved with her. Never.

I hear Carina let out a disappointed sigh. I clenched my pen. My consciousness was heavy with guilt. I'm really sorry. But her fate here had been predestined. And there’s nothing I would and could do. I'm still trying my hardest to survive here, and it's not been easy. Not without my blops though.

I exhales through my nose. I miss them already.

Suddenly Carina leaned on me, looking at my book. "Hum... La-mi? Lami?!"

I closed my book with a loud thud. For a human, she doesn't have a decency to keep a person's private space and business. Great. This kind of human would easily go down at least in a month.

I was about to scold her. "You...!" I stop as I saw the surprised look on her face, as if she can't believe what she's seeing in front of her. Her eyes cast down and up to my face. I blink. Why is she...?

Then her mouth curved into a grin like the Cheshire cat. “Wow, Lami” Carina mumbled with a smile. She giggled. “You’re thirteen, right? That makes me older than you.”

My left eyes twitch, shiver all over my back. Is this human a creep?

“What are you two talking about?”

I almost jumped in my seat when Mammon interrupted us.

Carina giggled. “Oh, I’m just introducing myself. Lami is so shy~” she gave me a weird smile. All the hair on my neck stood up.

What is this?

“Ik!” Mammon exclaimed. “Why would you wanna be friends with a demon from the swamp? They're the lowest of the lowest demons.”

Carina gasped. “Ma-Mammon!”

I rolled my eyes and returned to my book. A tan hand blocked my book with his palm. It was Mammon looming over me with a smirk.

“Not even the lowest demon wants to live there. You must’ve loved the smell, huh? I hope you shower twice cause I ain’t smellin - BUH!"

A board eraser smacked into Mammon’s head, and he fell backward into his seat.

“Kyaaaa!!!” Carina screamed.

“Human! Quiet! Mammon! Pay attention to the class! You've been in this class for decades! I had ENOUGH!" Miss Viles turned at me with a glare. "You!" She point her really-really long nails at me. I gulp. "I knew a demon from a swamp will have no manners whatsoever. So I'm going to assign you three, to DETENTION!" she slap her ruler to our table, creating a thunder sound over the class.

Carina scream loudly into my ears, hiding under the table like a mouse. Mammon was still on the floor, maybe passed out. The whole class laugh and mock us until Viles silents them. Then she went back to her lecture with a huff.

I take deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths. My heart may as well going to heart attack. How I wish it would happen. How I wish I was dead and send to Celestial Realm.

"I hate first day at school."

RRRIIIING!!!

The first bell rings for the next period, and I swiftly exit the class, my feet carrying me away.

“Ah, ah! Lami!”

It's Carina calling me. I keep running. Though the guilty conscience still lingers at the back of my mind, asking me if I'm going to let what happened to Kristin happen again.

I shake my head. No, I can't do that. I can't help anyone but myself. I keep running toward the RAD newspaper office.

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Mephistopheles has his arms crossed, scowling at me. “Detention? On the first day?”

I frown as I open the map of Devildom. “It wasn’t my fault, it was that dumb greedy demon, Mammon!”

“Yet, you got yourself involved with that demon?” Mephistopheles clicks his tongue. I scrunch my face in anger. Demons. Why did I even bother defending myself? I take a deep breath, settling my anger down. After I relax, I focused on the map, pointing at a location.

“Here.”

Mephistopheles looks over the map, his frown deepening. “The park?! Are you insane? A thousand years of searching for the rebellion's illegal operation is there?!”

“It is there, just hidden.” I rummage through my satchel and pull out a small dual-sided standing mirror. “See the forest behind the park? It’s an illusion. They used this ancient spell, a double mirror, reflecting what they recorded in the mirror and making it like a big whole projector.”

I demonstrate with my mirror, reflecting the fireplace. The first side captures the fireplace like a picture with a camera. Mephistopheles watches silently. Then I turn to the second side, facing the other side of the room. The reflection now shows the door as a fireplace.

Mephistopheles gasps, standing over his couch. “I’ve, I’ve seen this spell,” he points to the mirror. “If we had walked through the line where the mirror is placed,” Mephisto steps to the fireplace, touching it. “Everything becomes real.”

I nod. “That’s why none of you can find the place.”

Of course, I know this from the novel. The chapter tells how one of the rebellion demon approach Kristin, offering her an escape from Devildom. In exchange, Kristin would give them a key to Lucifer’s real Cerberus at the basement of the House of Lamentation. Since their operation is based on recreating the demon dog Cerberus, they would need the blood of the real Cerberus. After a while, Kristin decided not to continue, not wanting to cause chaos in Devildom.

Stupid girl.

The novel said she trusted those brothers, giving them a second chance to redeem themselves. Yeah. Where are you now, huh, Kristin? Buried in the unknown dirt of Devildom, leaving me behind.

I grit my teeth and clench my hand on my lap, trying hard not to let it show on my face. So I scrunch my face and exhale.

Mephistopheles doesn’t seem to notice me, busy taking notes and talking to himself.

“Alright, alright,” He taps his notepad. “I’ll be with reinforcement to see if this is real.” He looks at me seriously. “If we find nothing, I’ll personally escort you to Barbatos's torture room at the Demon Castle.”

Hearing Mephisto threat made my heart stop for a second. Oh, fuck. Do I really want to risk my life with a novel I just read through the internet?

…

Fuck this. I close my eyes and nod.

“Good, if you try to escape,” I suddenly feel a weight around my wrist. Mephistopheles' mark shines, creating a shackle around it. “The mark will be your chains, is that clear?”

I gulp down my throat. Since when is he able to do this? I nod again, praying to God above to let my plan goes well.

[ad0rechuu]

plz share ur thoughts on the other obey me chars👀

hey anon i wasn’t sure what you meant by other obey me characters so i decided to just give a small example of how i feel about different characters in order of my ranking. i hope this is what you meant and feel free to send me asks again <33

Mammon. — you give me a guy that is the black sheep of his family and i don’t know how to act …there is just something about guys that know nothing but love you and be a problem

Thirteen. — women Women WOMEN WOMEN!!! do have i to say any more just her, i want her to do things to me that i cannot discuss (would be 1 of i knew more abt her)

Lucifer (interchangeable with luke). — he’s the epitome of girl dinner how could i not want this traumatized ass man i think it’s the daddy issues

Luke (interchangeable with luci). — he’s my son, my sunshine, i would burn all the three realms down for him but most of all he’s a hater and i love that

Solomon. — i have to be honest he didn’t stand out to me until the later parts of omswd but once he became mcs mentor i really i needed a piece of that gilf

Simeon. — he’s sweet, kind, intelligent, loyal, selfless, has no dislikes and is a great parent, what’s not to like about this silly lil guy (also i don’t know why but something deep and dark inside of me wants me to see him as a yandere)

Satan. — him and me share an affection for cats (and dogs on my part) that goes so deep i can’t explain it and his growth just makes me really proud)

Asmodeus (interchangeable with belphie) — sure he gets on my nerves sometimes but in a hot way like one sided enemies to lovers however most this i adore him and he’s the only brother supportive of my poly play style

Belphegor (interchangeable with asmo). — this guy gives yandere like no other and i dig it, he’s mentally unstable im mentally ill and i need him in the most toxic way possible

Beelzebub (interchangeable with diavolo). — listen beel is my beloved, he’s my pookie bear, he’s so kind and caring but there are times i just feel more platonic affection (v rarely)

Diavolo (interchangeable with beel). — something about big strong powerful men with the personality of a baby girl (if he was an idol he’d be wonho)

Barbatos. — i can look past that ugly fucking hair cut but he rejected me once in the third part of omswd and i never truly been able to forgive him, still i like him a lot especially his beef with rodents and solomon, he can take care of me too ;) i think it’s the mommy issues

Leviathan. — i know a lot of people were offended by my placement of him but hear me out, i can handle him being cringy and fanboying i think that’s cute but i dont understand his hatred of ‘normies’ just let ppl enjoy stuff dude!! (i LOVE it when he gets flustered tho)

Raphael. — i realized he’s annoyingly loyal to the celestial realm and i kinda respect that because he clearly cares a lot abt the brothers and the angels, he’s just somewhat of putting in a way that makes me want make out with him

Mephistopheles. — gonna be honest with yall i did NOT like this motherfucker at first, his design is gorgeous but boy he’s a bitch but then the last few lessons happened and i’ve seen him in a new light, it’s official i like him now!

AND THE WINNER IS . . .

CERBERUS AND MC, fuck everyone else

[mageofseven]

Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 12

Tag list: @astroseuss @zarakem @brielle043 @missloserqueen

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A week went by since the incident at the school. Diavolo was a man of his word and sent his message to Abigor, warning the viscount to keep his son away from the man that was essentially his stepson. Dia meant it when he said that Satan was just as much his family now as Lucifer and Audriana were. The two may not be on the best of terms now for whatever reason, but he still defended the blonde like family.

Audriana was a little over two weeks old now, but had progressed so much. At first, the little girl was trying to figure out how to move around better. For a few days, all the girl would do is scootch around on her little butt. She'd sit on the ground and use her little arms to move herself forward and slide her butt against the ground.

Diavolo lost his mind over this action. It was too cute! This man practically filled his D.D.D. up with all of the photos and videos he took of his daughter. This also led to his desk being covered in pictures of his baby girl...which were confiscated some days.

His little girl's pictures were just too distracting to the prince. When he would run behind on work from staring at the pictures too long, Barbatos would have no choice but to move the pictures away from the man.

After their daughter's scootching stage, she started to crawl. This was a quick stage for her because after two days of this, Audriana was already walking. Walking. At two weeks old.

Her progress was very overwhelming to Lucifer. The situation got the dad thinking about how fast Satan grew and how he never truly got a childhood...how Audriana won't get a long one either.

It was hard for the pride demon to be as excited for the toddler's milestones as Dia was when all he could think about was how quickly it all was happening. The father truly believed that one day he'd blink and...she would be all grown up. Honestly, this was a common thought parents have, but for his daughter, it was a literal possibility.

Diavolo would always comfort his boyfriend through the worry though and, in truth, the redhead's happy and prideful outlook towards their daughter's achievements was a bit contagious.

It didn't take long after that for the little girl to start babbling. The toddler didn't quite know how to speak yet, but boy was she determined to learn.

Day after day, the little girl would babble constantly up at Lucifer, sometimes accompanied with little slaps of her hands against his thighs or cheeks, as his if she was trying to say 'pay attention!'.

It was quite exhausting for the dad, but he still took it in stride and gave his daughter as much attention as possible.

'She's just like him...' The dad thought one day, smiling. 'Always craving my attention.'

Yes, Audriana was a lot like Dia in this way, but what the pride demon didn't want to acknowledge was that he was the same way. Lucifer was much more clingy to the prince than he ever was before their daughter.

One night, the two men had a lot of trouble getting their daughter to go to bed. With her increased mobility, the little girl was able to break free from her crib and run as fast as her tiny legs would let her to her daddies' room. The two men tried leading her back to her own bed, but each time she came back to their room, crying even harder for the two men.

And so the dads decided to let her sleep in bed with them. They both held her close between them and their daughter hug onto them tightly.

Problem? The two very tired men wanted sleep. Audriana, on the other hand, did not.

The small child kept babbling at the two men and would slap their cheeks if they started to doze off. The two dads kept telling her that it wasn't very nice and she can't hit them like that, but the girl was very, very insistent that they should listen to her.

For what seemed like the millionth time that night, Luce's eyelids were drooping.

That's when it happened.

Audriana slapped both of his cheeks and yelled in his face.

"Da da! No!"

Both men were shocked awake. What did she say???

The little girl giggled at their reaction.

Dia started shaking his boyfriend excitedly.

"She said it!"

Luce huffed at the man before sitting up and pulling Audri on his lap.

"What is it, princess?" He asked, hoping she'd say it again.

And she did.

"Da da da da dada." She repeated happily, even pointing at Lucifer.

Diavolo screamed in joy, hurting his partner's ear, before plucking the girl from the pride demon's lap and onto his.

"My turn! Can you say 'Papa'? 'Papa'?"

The little girl just babbled at him, but seemed almost frustrated; like she was truly trying to make such a sound, but was struggling.

Tears filled her eyes and the girl was ready to bawl when Dia started pressing kisses all over her face, causing his daughter to squeal with laughter instead.

Lucifer smiled softly at this; his boyfriend really had a way with their daughter and it really warmed the Avatar of Pride's heart.

Once the kisses stopped, the toddler slipped her little hands in the prince's hair and grabbed on tight.

As Diavolo tried untangling the girl's hands, that's when it happened.

"Ba ba la la mmmf." She babbled before finally adding. "Papa!!"

Oh how that man gushed.

"Yes! Yes! I'm Papa!"

The man was crying tears of joy as he held his daughter in the tightest hug of her little life.

Lucifer didn't realize it, but he himself also had tears in his eyes.

Diavolo looked over at his boyfriend and, like always, was the one to notice his tears first.

"Oh my Light..." He reached his hand over and wiped a falling tear from the other demon's cheek. "This is amazing, isn't it?"

The other dad only nodded.

In truth, the two men got very little sleep that night because of their daughter's talkative mood, but by the devil were these men happy.

Audriana, though a bit naughty, was growing into a very smart girl who loved making her Dada and Papa happy.

[angel-babycakes]

Wrote a new fic about Leonardo Naso (the name I gave to the priest since forever and the whole reason why Diavolo/Doppio used that as their alias’s last name) being a happy man to raise Doppio as his own daughter, because she’s his pride and joy, he was happy in raising her and wanted to be there for her, he wanted to see her grow up more and even see the day he’d get to walk her down the aisle on her wedding day. He also imagined her in a pretty princess like wedding dress and wanted to see her be safe, happy and healthy, also wanting her to leave the nest at her own pace, he was very happy with her in his life. Did he die with too regrets? Most definitely for sure, Leonardo truly did die with too many regrets with only little time and he just wanted the best for Doppio, who was always happy and never gave off the vibes of being “odd” (I fucking despise that part of canon, the priest loved his baby very much) but instead he assumed she was emotionally stunted in a way since he did care for her as a newborn and considering her birth, she was just a shy but sweet little kid that he would raise without complaint. Leonardo did not resent Doppio for the way he was killed either, he didn’t resent Doppio, his little angel, for his murder because she was the only one he had in life and maybe in a new life, Leonardo can get his wish of raising Doppio properly so she can be a happy normal girl in life.

Me, coping hard through the pain: yeah, this one got a lil kick, haha-

Y’all, sobbing: NO??? THIS THING KICKED ME RIGHT IN MY RIBS AND THEN STEPPED ON MY STOMACH BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK-

[ducking-quack]

Y’all Diavolo’s birthday event has me acting up—

I desperately to got to that place that overlooks the entirety of devildom with the castle in the background with Diavolo

I want to pin his against the railing with the lights of devildom in the background and kiss him

I want him to swoon with spending a date night then ending the date there

Just to lift him on the railing and him holding on while continuing to kiss

A split moment of spontaneous romance, forgetting any status or what anyone else would think of the future king

[bombyxluna]

Hewo! I’m not sure if ur taking requests, but I have one fo ye. How would the brothers +the undateables react to mc (somehow) being turned into a toddler? I just thought of this, idk y, just did.

This one is so cute anon, and I was so happy to write it! Thank you for the adorable request, I think I’ll post a follow up to it: MC taking care of the brothers and the undatables if they become toddlers! 

PS: I don’t think Satan was ever actually a toddler or a child or something, but I felt like it works for this hc because it’s funny jahsjhjsha

Brothers + undatables react to: MC turning into a toddler

Lucifer

He just knows Diavolo is behind this. what did he even do this time? Pick up on some old magic again? Try to shake things up so everyone gets along? Ask Barbatos to go back in time and pick up you as an actual toddler, just for the lolz? He doesn’t know and he doesn’t have time to care because toddlers are a handful and you’ve tried eating his quill three times now and he is panicking. Hard. He puts the quill and the pen on top of a shelf and when he turns around, you’re gone. He sighs, looking for you on every corner of the office, just to find you hiding behind the curtain. When he finds you, you scream and start running.

Oh, how he doesn’t miss the days Satan was like this. At least you are way less fussy than he was. As he watches you hide behind the couch, however, he can’t contain his smile nor the silly monster voice he makes as he announces he’s coming to find you. He manages to catch you this time and pretends to eat your arm with his hands, making exaggerated chomping sounds. On the third time you hide, though, he has to be honest: he’d take Satan’s mini developed anger over your climbing skills any day. How did you even get on top of the shelf? He blinked. That’s all he did. He blinked. And now his quill is in danger again.

He is completely spent at the end of the day. He hasn’t felt so tired since Diavolo decided changing the color of every single lamppost in the Devildom would be good for “morale” and he had to do the paperwork. He ends up dozing off holding you. When he wakes up to find that little project of human being cuddling to his neck, he smiles to himself. Sure, he’s worried about what happened, but maybe he can enjoy this for a bit more. 

Mammon

No one knows who’s screaming anymore: if it’s you or him. It’s probably both - it’s definitely both. He thinks the witches got to you or something, and he is going nuts, not only because what the fuck why are you like so small now and how is he supposed to take care of you? 

He ends up staying home instead of going out as he planned. Mostly because you refuse to leave his room and keep hiding under his car and in every corner you can find when he tries to get you to leave with him. Once he starts pretending he can’t see you and you giggle and run away from him, he melts a little inside. You play peek-a-boo for a while, but he gets worried easily. His room isn’t exactly the most childproof place in the house, so he takes you to the living room instead - to his surprise, you have no complaints about that.

As the day progresses he somehow gets the hang of taking care of a toddler again. Satan had been a handful but he was much calmer than you were when it comes to playing or tantrums (though if he is honest, Satan’s tantrums were terrifying). He finds an old coloring book in one of the many bookshelves around the house and steals Asmo’s markers for you to play with. You make him sit down to color with you, and he does. The rest of the day is spent with him listening to your made-up stories about the characters in the book. By the time dinner is ready, you’re already tired, and he has to carry you downstairs in a piggyback ride - he complains about it but in reality, he’s having the time of his life. 

Levi 

Honestly what the fuck. He has read about this in manga before but what the fuck. Couldn’t you have turned into something easier to deal with? A cat? A lobster? Anything else? 

He doesn’t know what to do. Giving you an unplugged controller for his video game did not work as planned. You got tired of it easily and whenever he tried to ignore your whining, you’d cry. He thinks about taking you to someone more cut out for this - he remembers mammon being good with children and Beel too, but his envious side doesn’t want to lose to his brothers. 

so he’s stuck with you. somehow he manages to kee you away from his figurines, giving his Ruri-chan plushies to play with instead. He has to admit you’re cute but by the end of the day, he is grateful it is over. As it turns out, he finds out he’s not ready to have children just yet, but maybe in the future? 

Satan

He doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest. After all, this is a side effect of the book he lent you. He thought you had read all the rules before giving it back to him, but it seems that you didn’t - rookie mistake really. 

He feels somewhat guilty about it though, so he does his best to take care of you during the day. He’s a little awkward and unsure of how to engage in your plays, but he does his best. Ignoring his brother’s snarky comments over it being his turn to take care of a baby, he just takes you to his room so he can keep a closer eye on you. You end up asking him if he could read you a story and he breathes in relief - that he can do.

It turns out he can’t. He doesn’t have any books that would be appropriate for children, so he resorts to the internet instead - thank Diavolo for how useful DDDs are sometimes. He finds a small book about a little girl in a red hood, the parts with the big bad wolf seem to scare you, but he lets you cling to his arm and hide your face on his side. At the end of the day, he is okay. The day went by as peaceful as possible, and you both had enjoyed the story. For the entire following week, he finds himself wondering what it would be like to have a child of his own. 

Asmodeus 

He holds you in his lap as he dials the phone. “Solomon what the fuck did you do”. He didn’t do anything, no one really knows what happened, it’s a mess. Asmo doesn’t care much about it though, because you’re a little cuddle bug and he is happy to give you all the smooches and put a bunch of cute bows on your hair. 

He manages to keep you calm the whole day. You don’t even have time to think of throwing a tantrum, because he already has a next activity planned to entertain you. he lets you do his hair as well, lets you paint his nails, and takes so many pictures of you in thousands of different outfits you get a little dizzy about it. He is by far the most careful when handling you and you have a joyful day in the safest environment possible. He lets you take a bubble bath and even if he’s in constant fear of the water being too hot or too cold or you drowning, he powers through. 

He watches cartoons with you when you’re getting sleepy because it’s a more quiet activity. He even teaches you how to tidy up the room and you both go downstairs for dinner wearing matching outfits. When the magic (curse? who knows) wears off and you’re back to being a grown-up, he is pouty. He shows you all the pictures he takes and says you’re the cutest toddler he’s ever seen - satan is a little offended by that. 

Beelzebub

This is unusual. You are much smaller than you normally are. He doesn’t really know how to act when you climb on his lap and push your tiny hands on his cheeks, but he laughs. He ends up taking you to the kitchen with him since it’s his favorite room in the house. 

He keeps you away from the stove at all times, but is willing to let you participate in the cooking process - it’s his turn to make dinner after all. He starts by making cookies for a snack, then another batch of cookies for dessert. Then a final batch because he ate the ones supposed to go for dessert. He melts every time you giggle at his antics, and when you end up with chocolate smeared all over your cheeks, he can’t resist taking a picture and showing to his brothers. 

He is careful when handling you because you’re so tiny now he’s even more scared of accidentally hurting you. He ends up caging you in his arms whenever you get too close to the edge of the kitchen counter, and then just giving you a piggyback ride throughout the entire house while you wait for dinner to cook. When the day is over he isn’t sad because you’re back to normal, but he is happy that he got to enjoy a day with you - he likes children a lot. 

Belphegor 

Well, this is inconvenient, to say the least. you’re staring back at him with huge questioning eyes and to be honest, all he wanted was to sleep. He picks you up nonetheless and sets you down on top of his pillow. Though he tries, talking to you about the importance of naps has zero to none effect on your antics. Instead, you pick up another of his many pillows and hit him with it, screaming about a pillow fight. 

He chuckles, yawns, and picks up a pillow as well. Maybe this will tire you down enough for the nap conversation to make a comeback. It doesn’t work. You just got more excited and hyper. He played himself. 

He thinks about leaving you with Beel but he’s making dinner and lord knows how weirdly focused he gets. leaving you with Levi or Mammon isn’t an option either, and he’d prefer to avoid Lucifer whenever it’s possible. He has no idea where satan or asmo are, so truly, he is stuck. He whines about it to you, and to his surprise, you hug him, asking if his booboo is better. He chuckles again. maybe this won’t be so bad. 

Diavolo

“Barbatos look at this.”

“Barbatos, MC is tiny now isn’t it wonderful?” 

“Barbatos, look at how cute they are - cancel all my plans I’ll spend the day with tiny MC.”

You’re not sure what’s going on but Diavolo is fun to play with so who cares? He indulges in all of your makeshift stories and he doesn’t care if you climb his furniture and go wild. He laughs with you, picking you up and making airplane noises as you “fly” around the castle. He is ecstatic.

He encharges Barbatos with the mission of taking pictures of the two of you playing together and being silly. He never had many opportunities to be around children so he will cherish this to the last minute. You play house, play with legos Barbatos has no idea where Diavolo found, walk around the Devildom together to look at the flowers. The students of RAD are confused because ?? No one knew the prince had a child wtf??? He thinks it’s cute that you’ve been labeled his kid so he goes with it, introducing you as the future ruler of the Devildom. Barbatos warns him it might be a bad idea, but he is sure is nothing Lucifer can’t handle. 

Barbatos 

He is calm. This isn’t anywhere different from the situations you have to deal with when you can time travel, and nowhere near as stressful as babysitting being the butler for the demon prince is. He handles you with care, but he is not too attached and doesn’t participate much in your plays. 

He does answer all your questions and allows you to tag along wherever he goes. Patient as ever, he will explain what every single object you point to is. At some point, somehow he is roped into picking you up because you got tired of walking around the castle. Your hands go directly to his hair, playing with the skeleton wings coming out of his head. He doesn’t mind it, only explains to you what they are and let you try to make them expand and close. 

When you find out he has a tail, he doesn’t mind letting you hug it and touch it. Your curious eyes are adorable and at least it keeps you distracted. When you giggle as he picks you up with it, he thinks maybe he should have filmed that to show Diavolo later, he’s sure he’d appreciate it. He gives you a small plastic tray they have laying around in the kitchen because you want to be like him and carry your own tea - it’s actually juice. Overall, it’s a nice change of pace from his usual days.

Solomon

Whatever magic this is, it’s weirdly insistent in staying put. He tries making you turn back but ends up giving up because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you in any way. He is not the best with children but he does what he can, keeping you away from his room and all his potions as soon as he realizes you’re stuck like this for the time being. 

He ends up taking you to one of the gardens around RAD. He entertains you by making the flowers dance with his magic, and giving you butterfly wings - though making you come down from the tree once you flew over there proves that to be a dumb idea. He sends a bunch of pictures and videos of you to Asmo, who is now in urgent mode and willing his class to end as fast as possible so he can hang out with you as well. 

He gives you ice cream and chats with you about your favorite cartoons - being human has its perks, he knows them all by heart. He even sings some of the opening themes with you. When you start to get too tired, the games on his human phone solve all the issues. Sure, DDDs are great and all, but despite it not working on the Devildom, a human phone has its advantages. 

Simeon 

He is used to this. He is always near the younger angels in the Celestial realm so it’s really no surprise that he is so good at handling you. He doesn’t understand how you got turned into a toddler, but he will protect and take care of you until you return to normal. He has many ideas on how to keep you happy, and they all work. Collages? He will get you magazines. Drawing? He has multi-colored markers at your service. Hungry? He knows the recipe to the perfect pancakes - and you can decorate them yourself. 

You don’t cry or throw a tantrum once under his care. he is delicate when dealing with you, and always listens to all your stories and complaints, comments on them and offers easy solutions. He doesn’t understand some of the references - who is Hello Kitty and why on heaven does she have no mouth? But he does his best to engage with you. 

By the end of the day, he has issued Solomon’s help on finding out how to properly work his phone camera, if only to film a little bit of you and Luke playing together. he is glad you’re okay when you turn back to normal, but he confesses he enjoyed taking care of you all day. 

bonus:

Luke

“There can only be one”, he says before he charges at you with a foam sword. It makes no effect but Simeon has never been more confused. 

He ends up enjoying being able to boss you around and act like an older brother, telling you to color inside the lines and about the proper colors of the sky and the sea. He doesn’t understand what’s so cute about the two of you playing that Simeon just has to take a picture, but he lets him do it anyway. 

He complains when you’re back to normal because he was truly enjoying not being the only child anymore. 

Masterlist

[thedevilsdom]

snake girlfriend

contains: F!Reader/Leviathan, pegging, feminization, cross dressing, taking your snake gf out on a date

i wanted to see feminization with Leviathan, to nobody’s surprise

word count: ~6.5k

You were surprised by how little convincing it took to have Leviathan agree to this.

You were just hanging out with him in his room one day, doing what you usually do there, which is go on your D.D.D or on a handheld console while he played something on his computer and you two just enjoyed doing your own thing in the company of each other. Suddenly, you were struck with a brilliant idea, and decided why not bring it up to your boyfriend?

“Levi,” You called, grabbing his attention away from his game. He pulled his headphones down to around his neck, played for a second or two more so that he could get somewhere he could pause, and spun his chair around to face you in his bathtub. You look up at him casually, turning your phone screen to show him what you were looking at. On your social media feed, you’d gotten a post from someone about an outfit of the day they were wearing. It was simple, a cute white blouse and a dusty pink skirt, with thigh high white socks and cute brown leather shoes. He squinted at your screen for a moment then looks past it to you,

“Y-yeah, you’d look cute in that.” He stated, thinking that that’s what you were asking, before putting his headphones back on. Before he could turn back to his computer, you giggled,

“Not on me, baby.”

And he froze.

“I was thinking about… You know how you put on cute little things for me, sometimes?” You said, referring to his cosplay, costumes, and lingerie that you’ve either seen or had him wear. “I was thinking about how maybe we could get you all pretties up and I could take you out for a day on the town.” By this point you’d stepped out of the tub and walked over to him, one hand on one arm rest of his chair, and the other gently holding his chin to make him look up at you. His face was flaming red. “I could take you out as my pretty little girlfriend.”

“Y-yes! Of course!” He yelped, voice high. You tried to not let the shock show on your face, surprised at how very little you had to say before he was agreeing to your idea. Instead, you give him a pleased smile and a short, soft kiss.

“Good. I’ll get everything ready, you don’t have to worry about a thing.” You started scrolling through your phone in preparation. “I’ll tell you once I figure out when we’re doing this.” You knew that Leviathan likes to know things ahead of time, so nothing gets sprung on him, though of course telling him also gives him the opportunity to start getting anxious ahead of time, but you figured that that’s better than him going into a fit and refusing to leave the house because he doesn’t feel prepared enough.

Over the course of the next couple of days, you figured out the perfect day that you could use for this. Lucifer was going to be at meetings with Diavolo, Mammon had to catch up on RAD work, Satan had a debate, and so on and so forth. Everyone was going to be busy, save for you and Leviathan, and that meant that there wouldn’t be any chance for any of them to spot you two outside. You didn’t really care if they saw you, but you knew that Leviathan would rather anything other than his brothers seeing him dolled up like that.

During that time, you’d also managed to get your hands on something that Leviathan could wear. With your preparations out of the way, you’re ready for your date with your beautiful girlfriend.

--

The day finally rolls around and you get up, immediately sending a message to Leviathan.

MC: >> Do you want to eat something here and then go out? That way we could have tea at a nice little café while we’re out

Levi: >> Sounds good to me

MC: > I’ll grab something for us from the kitchen and head up

You swing by the kitchen, whipping up some ‘breakfast ramen’, that Leviathan had told you how to make. Really it was just instant noodles with an egg, but it was something familiar that he liked, and you figure that he’s probably feeling a little anxious and this should settle his nerves at least a little. Once that’s ready, you take that and the other stuff you’d need up to his room.

By the time you get there, Leviathan’s been up for a little bit, kind of just puttering about his room, keeping himself occupied with little things until you arrive. When you open the door, his eyes go wide for a second before he spots the tray in your hands and rushes over, taking it from you and setting it down at his desk. He pulls up his gaming chair and the second seat in his room that you’d made him buy, setting them up and putting a bowl in front of each of the chairs. Once organized, he immediately starts chowing down.

“So,” You say, taking a bite of some of your own noodles, “I was thinking that we could go shopping for a little bit, then maybe go grab a bite and head home a little after?” Watching him nod tentatively, you push the bag you’d brought to him, “You can look at your outfit, if you want.”

He finishes his meal quickly and unzips the bag, looking into it and pulling each item out one by one. The first thing out is a long sleeved, white blouse, with little cuffs at the wrists that make the sleeve bell out just a little bit. The next thing he takes out is the pair of white thigh high stockings, they have tiny white bows at the top cuff. Then the shoes, they’re simple and leather with a little bit of a heel, something he could comfortably walk in for a while, while not looking too masculine. Next out is a wig, soft and comfortable, and similar to his own hair color, already styled by you into a style that’s vaguely reminiscent of Ruri-Chan’s twin ponytails. Finally, he pulls out the skirt. It’s baby pink and pleated, reminiscent of a school girl’s uniform.

“There’s more stuff in there.” You say through a mouthful of noodles, gesturing with your chopsticks. He sets the clothing aside and peers into the bag, curious. Inside he spots some basic make up, and under it-

“I- I can’t wear that!” He gasps, shoving the bag and its contents back at you. You catch the bag effortlessly and pull out the little lingerie set.

“Nobody will see it but me, and I think your boxers would show past the hem of your skirt.” You state, setting the bag down on the floor next to your seat. “But if you wouldn’t be comfortable in them, we can figure something else out.” Leaning forward, you give him a kiss on the forehead, “I want you to have a good time today.” Extending the hand that holds the lingerie set out to him, you leave the option open for his consideration.

Timid hands with painted nails delicately take the lingerie as Leviathan looks it over. He feels the texture of the fabric between his finger tips. Its smooth, soft, and it feels like it’d actually be more comfortable than his current briefs. Along with a pair of white, simple panties, is a bralette. It’s sheer and white, with no cups or any real form, it would hug against his chest. He knows that this won’t serve any real purpose besides you knowing that he’s wearing it. A shiver races down his spine at that.

“I-I’ll wear it!” He yelps, more loudly than he intended, his hand immediately flying to his mouth and covering it. You giggle, a sound that makes his heart flutter.

“I’m glad, Levi.” You take his hand and press a kiss to his knuckles. “Should I help you get dressed, or can you manage?” He looks at you, then looks away, then back at you as he mulls over the options.

“I-I’ll get myself ready.”

With that, you give him a gentle smile and gather up the dishes from your breakfast.

“I’ll be back in a little bit to do your make up, then.” You pick up the tray and walk out of the room.

While you’re out washing the dishes and changing into something else yourself, Leviathan is putting his new outfit on.

One he takes everything off, he starts with the lingerie set. He pulls the panties on. With his cocks hidden behind his reptilian vent, they fit well, hugging his form. He can’t help but step in front of his mirror, admiring how they look on him. He struggles a little bit with the bralette before he manages to clip it closed properly, glancing at the mirror again.

Usually Leviathan can’t stand to see himself in the mirror. He usually feels like a slob, someone who doesn’t take care of himself, someone who nobody could possibly think is attractive. Now as he puts his outfit on piece by piece, the outfit that you got for him, the one that you wanted him to wear, the one that you specifically requested he wear because you wanted to see him in it, he can’t take his eyes off his reflection. As his fingers do the final button on his blouse, everything else already on, he feels wanted. He feels loved.

You knock on the door.

You’ve put on the clothes that you plan on wearing out, and you rock back and forth on your heels as you wait for Leviathan to give you the all clear.

“MC? Y-you can come in!” He calls out from the inside of the room. You turn the doorknob and push it open stepping in. The second your eyes land on Leviathan, you can’t help yourself from dropping your bag at the door and approaching him, your arms wrapping around his waist while you admire him.

“You’re so pretty, Levi,” Your voice is an awestruck whisper that makes his face red. You press a kiss to his lips, “Beautiful,” Then one to his jaw, then one on his neck.

“S-s-stop! We- don’t we still- uhm!” He stammers out, head spinning. You smile against his neck, your warm breath making him tremble.

“Right, we still have a date to go on, don’t we?” You pull back. “Go sit, let’s get your make up on.”

Putting make up on Leviathan isn’t too difficult, especially since you’re doing a very simple look. Just a little lipgloss, some mascara, blush, hardly much else but it does leagues to make him look more feminine. He already has a somewhat round face and long lashes, so it truly wasn’t difficult.

“You’re so beautiful,” You sigh, putting away the make up and brushes to take care of later, when you come back. “I get to take my beautiful girlfriend on a nice date!” You sing. Leviathan’s still coming to terms with the fact that you actually want to go out and do something like this with him. You take his hand and lead him out of the room, making your way towards your first destination.

The first place you go to is the main shopping street just a little bit away from the House of Lamentation. You keep Leviathan’s hand in yours the whole time, glancing up at him whenever you can. His expression is nervous, anticipatory, but excited. He looks happy to be here, out with you. As you get to be a couple blocks away from the House, and nearing the shopping street, you stroke your thumb across his hand.

“How are you feeling?” You ask.

“Good,” He says. “It’s c-comfy… And I like- it- it’s nice, knowing that you think I look good.” The longer he speaks, the quieter he gets, his free hand fiddling with the hem of his skirt.

“Baby, I always think you look good.” You press a kiss to his hand. “You don’t have to worry about a thing today, okay? Just have a good time. I’ll do the talking for you, if you want.” He gives an eager little nod, letting you lead the way.

You make your way to the shopping street easily. You hear Leviathan’s heels clicking on the stone path as you lead him into a little new comic shop that he’d been meaning to stop at for some time now, but had never gotten out of the house to do it. His eyes light up when he steps inside, immediately dragging you around the store to point out the different things he sees, from the décor reminiscent of some of his favorite series, to the new issues of the comics and manga he’s been reading. He finds himself at one of the bins of comics, walking his fingers across the tops of each issue in the bin, examining them to see if there’s anything in there that he doesn’t own yet.

While he’s doing that, you notice a trio of demons enter the comic shop and you immediately notice one of them looking at Leviathan, whose back is to them. You glance at Levi, put together easily that with his natural height plus the heels, he has to be bending over to look through the comic books, and you’re sure that neither him nor you want some random demon seeing up his skirt. You step between the demon and Levi, crossing your arms and just giving them a glare.

When the demon steps forward, you do to, intending to be far enough from Levi that he can’t hear what you say. The demon thankfully doesn’t try to sidestep you to get to him. When you both meet in the middle of your paths, they point past you at Levi.

“That your friend?” They say. They look like they’re about to talk more when you cut them off,

“My girlfriend, actually.” You school your expression into something stern. You’re not looking for a fight or an argument, but you want to put a stop to this right here. Luckily, the demon gets what you’re saying, mumbles an apology, and stumbles back off to meet back up with their friends somewhere else in the shop. By the time you spin back around, Leviathan has picked a book and is leaned back against the table with the bins, holding the book to his chest and looking like a girl straight out of an anime.

With a couple easy strides to him, you lean up and kiss him on the cheek.

“Is this all you want?” Your hands carefully take the comic from him, looking at the cover. For a second, you’re worried that having seen that interaction between you and the demon could have soured the mood and made him uncomfortable, but instead, he responds,

“Heheh… You protected me from that guy like I’m some kind of love interest~” He sang with a shy, dopey kind of smile.

“You are my love interest, silly.” You chuckle, walking with him over to the counter and buying the comic for him, handing him the little shopping bag once you’re done.

Once you’re outside the store, you’re holding Leviathan’s free hand in your own. You spend a little longer mostly popping in and out of different comic shops, manga stores, and game stores and letting Leviathan wander around. In the last game store you stop in, another group of demons is eyeing Leviathan up, but you just give them a stern look and it’s enough to shoo them off, thankfully. When you walk over to Leviathan, he’s found a game he wants, and he’s staring down at it in his hands, but you can’t help but notice that he’s a little spacey. His eyes are half lidded with his pupils blown, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his cheeks tinted pink.

“Levi? Baby girl?” You hum, tugging on his sleeve. He shivers at the name.

“Ah,” He looks at you, and you easily recognize exactly what he’s feeling. “I- Their envy, they’re so jealous, I can feel their envy.” He purrs. “They wanna be you, they wanna be me, but- but we’re us and-“ He drops his head against your shoulder, “And I’m yours and only yours.”

You can hear the smile in his voice. Lifting your hand, you pet the back of his head.

“You’re mine, baby,” You keep your voice low, so only you and him can hear it, “But if you get hard, your skirt won’t do a good job of hiding it.”

That has him yelping and pulling away from you straightening back up to his full height with a burning blush across his cheeks.  He only flushes redder at your mischievous smile.

“Or would you like that?” You ask. He fervently shakes his head, not trusting his mouth to speak. “Aw, what, you don’t want to show everybody what a good girl you are? How needy you are for me?”

“Nnno! No, MC, come on,” His hands grab the edge of his skirt’s hem at the front, holding and pulling it down. “Don’t make me think about- about that, please, don’t make me think about that!” Levi’s voice is hardly a whisper as he’s hunched over, looking up at you through teary eyes. He looks absolutely desperate.

“Alright, baby girl,” You give him a quick kiss and go and buy the game, leaving him standing there for a minute and hoping that he’ll manage to calm himself down a little, before returning slipping the game into his bag with his comic book. “You want to go grab something to eat?”

“U-uh, yeah, yeah sure.” He takes your hand again- his hand is so warm- and lets you lead him around to your next stop.

Getting a table at the café is fairly easy. It isn’t too crowded, but there are certainly enough people there to make the atmosphere nice and lively. Once you’re seated, you look up at Levi. Oddly enough, he looks a lot less anxious than he has on past outings. Though, every time he spots you looking at him, he blushes and looks away with a cute little smile on his face. You take his hand above the table and press a kiss to his knuckles, your lips soft against his skin,

“I have the prettiest girlfriend,” You sing. Levi’s cheeks take on a deep pink, and he looks around the café. As the seconds pass, you note that he’s slipping back into that turned on, spaced out kind of look again. “Oh? Levi,” Your thumb strokes across his knuckles, “You feeling how much all those demons wish they were in my spot? How much they want you?”

As you speak in a low voice, you stroke the inside of his calf with the toe of your shoe and he jumps so hard his knees bang against the underside of the table. You notice his free hand drift down between his legs and you give him a knowing smile.

“Y-you- you have to stop talking about that! I won’t, hnn, I won’t be able to stop myself from getting hard in my-“ His voice drops to a muted whisper, “in my panties…”

“Oh, so you do remember what I said earlier.” You smirk at Levi, who looks like he’s about to pass out. Luckily for him, by the time the waitress comes around to get your order, Leviathan’s managed to get himself under control, and both his hands have returned to rest on top of the table, one in yours.

“Hi! What can I get the two of you?” The waitress gives a sunny smile and you look up at her,

“I’ll take the short cake and…” Glancing at Levi, he’s giving you a docile, submissive smile so you go ahead, “And she’ll have the crepe.”

“Alright, one shortcake and one crepe, coming right up,” The waitress heads off to the kitchen and you turn back to Levi who’s got hearts in his eyes. You know that if he were in his demon form, his tail would be doing that cute little wiggle that it’s prone to do when he’s happy.

“I saw you looking at the picture, looks like something right out of a manga so I knew you’d like it.” You say, an innocent smile on your face as your foot resumes its teasing and he lets out a petulant whine, his hand reaching down to bat your foot away, and with a chuckle you resign to his wishes.

While you wait for the food to come out, you ask him about the new things he got, and let him explain them. His face is lit up the whole time, a big smile across his lips and eagerness in his eyes. He almost doesn’t notice when the waitress sets the food in front of you until you look at his crepe and nudge it closer to him. With a little ‘oh!’ he slips his game back into its bag and pulls the stand closer to him. It’s a Japanese style crepe, one that’s rolled into a cone and filled with cute little fruits and toppings. As he’s marveling at it, you can’t help but take out your D.D.D,

“Hey, baby girl,” You call softly, getting his attention and showing him that you want to take a photo. He gives you a peace sign and an adorable grin, and you snap the photo, immediately putting it into your password locked folder. Immediately after, you take your fork and scoop off a little piece of shortcake, extending your arm and offering to Levi.

The fingertips of his free hand loosely rests against your wrist for stability as he takes the fork past his sharp teeth and onto his forked tongue.

“Mm! That’s good!” He grins, pushing his crepe to you so you can try a little bit. You both continue that way, essentially splitting the desserts until you’re done. Once you are, you pay the check and head out.

“I’ve got one more place I wanna stop.” You say, checking the time. Even including the place you’re thinking of, you should be able to get through there and back to the House before any of Leviathan’s brothers are out and about. The thought of being caught doesn’t even cross his mind. He’s put all his trust into your planning and ideas, and he just nods, ready to go along with your plan. You turn off the main street, going onto one of the side ones. It’s still populated with shops, though it’s a little less crowded.

Leviathan allows himself to be pulled along with you, slowly swinging his arm back and forth as he holds your hand. He’s so preoccupied with the euphoria of being your pretty date and being out and about without being anxious and holding your hand-

He doesn’t notice where you’ve wound up until you tug his arm a little, telling him to look up.

His eyes first catch on the mannequins in the front of the store, in a display behind the glass. Then he notices what they’re wearing. Cute, frilly, lacy lingerie decorates each of the mannequins, draping and hugging across their bodies. His whole face goes red and you giggle.

“I wanna buy my baby girl something pretty,” You step in front of him and loosely wrap your hands around his waist, “But if you’re not comfortable we don’t have to go in.”

Again, just as when you’d given him the lingerie, he mulls it over in his head, rolling his words around in his mouth over his tongue and seeing how they feel, eyes scouring across the display mannequins before finally giving a shy little nod and squeezing your hand a little. With a pleased smile, you slowly lead him into the store.

The inside of the store is pretty dark, and it’s reasonably high end, but not so much so that employees would bombard the two of you to try to get your sizes or overwhelm Levi or anything of the sort. The workers who do come to help, you easily dismiss with a “we’re fine, thank you,” and you let Leviathan explore the store, with you tagging along behind him.

He skims past a lot of the more reveling lingerie, walking through the shop before eventually landing on a display filled with babydolls. The top is lacy and white, then sheer panels of fabric cover the midsection of the mannequin, with the bottoms being a lacy pair of panties. The one that’s caught Leviathan’s eye seems to be one of the more simple ones. Your arm rests gently across the small of his back as you observe what he’s looking at.

“That one seem good?” You ask. “I think you’d look so good in that.” You look and take up one that would fit him, holding it up to his body. “It’s so nice and light, all the hickeys and bites I leave on you would show up so nicely underneath it.”

Leviathan gives a heavy shiver at your purring, voice nodding,

“Y- yes, this one.” The idea of being marked up by you has him using every inch of his willpower to not get hard in his panties. “I wanna wear this one for you.”

“Wonderful, I’ll get this one for you, then!” You say with a grin that looks far too innocent for Leviathan’s liking. You skip over to the check out counter. While you’re handling that, Leviathan is looking around the store. Contrary to what he’d expected, nobody is giving him any strange looks or anything, mostly just going about their own business without so much as a glance in his direction. You return and- for the sake of Leviathan’s dignity- slide the new lingerie into his bag with the other things he got, rather than using one of the pretty, recognizable bags from the store.

You finally start to make your way towards the House, timing it so that you’ll make it there before anyone else is moving about the house. The second Leve crosses the boundary of the House’s entryway, you can visibly see his nervousness start to creep back into his body. Ushering him quickly into your room, you shut the door behind you and see him relax with a deep sigh.

“Hah, we made it,” He says, relieved. Looking around the room, he delicately takes the wig off and sets it on the desk you have. “I was getting a little warm in that but the rest of this is surprisingly comfortable!” He gives you a cute little twirl. “I was worried I’d start to hate it halfway through.”

The way your eyes track his hips- dipping under his skirt to catch a glimpse of his ass covered by his panties when he gives a twirl- does not go unnoticed by him. The second his eyes follow to see where yours are looking, his hands fly down to hold the hem of his skirt down with a scandalized gasp.

“You’re such a perv!” He barks, though you can hear the amused tones of his laughter underneath his words. His face is a heated pink, but he’s still got a shy smile on his lips. You set your own bag down and approach Leviathan, grabbing onto his hips and pulling him close to you.

“I’m sure I’m allowed to be a bit pervy when I’ve got such a cute girl on my hands.” One of your hands slips back and gives his ass a squeeze, eliciting a sharp yelp from him.

“W-we’re back home, you don’t, y’know, you don’t have to keep calling me that.” His brow is creased and he looks away as he speaks. You tilt your head, putting on a false face of innocent confusion.

“Hm? But I thought you liked it?” You say sweetly, then dropping your voice back down to a knowing, teasing purr, “I know you liked it an awful lot when we were outside, and now that we’re in private, I wanna see you get hard in your pretty little panties.” You smooth your hand over the round curve of his ass, giving it another squeeze. Your hand slips under his skirt, coming to his front and down to his panties. You stroke the pads of your fingers against his vent, just slowly stroking across the slit.

“Aahn-“ Levi offers up a shivery and a shaky moan as you feel his cocks emerge against your hand. You push your into his panties, slipping your middle finger against one side of his vent and your ring finger against the other so you can feel every ridge of his cocks being slipped out of his slit. You also feel the extreme amounts of the slick fluid that comes with, it’s absolutely soaking his panties and he gasps and squeezes his legs together as he feels the lubricant drip down along the inside of his thighs.

“Here,” You take the hem of his skirt and push it into his hands, “Hold this.” Before he can get a word in, you step back and snap a photo of him holding up his skirt, his upper cock tenting his panties while the other hangs out through one of the leg holes. You immediately put that photo into your password locked folder with the other picture you’d taken today.

“Pervert!” He yelps once he realizes, immediately pushing his skirt down and making the tent in it obvious.

“Aw, Levi,” You step back forward and kiss his neck softly, hardly just a press of your lips to the sensitive, heated skin, “I’m the only one who will ever see it, this lovely view is only for me. But if you really want, I’ll delete it.”

“Nnn-“ He squirms underneath your adoring touch, “No, you- uh, you can keep it.” He feels you smile against his neck.

“Good,” You kiss there, “My good girl,” A little nip makes him jolt, “My beautiful baby girl.” Your hand dips back down to his cocks. You go past his lengths, just beneath them, your middle finger nudging at the bottom of his vent. He jumps a bit.

You’ve experimented with this little place before. Event after he’s become erect and his cocks have come out of his vent, you’ve found that you can put your finger into his vent. It’s sensitive, and it always brings Leviathan to his climax incredibly quickly and it always humiliated Leviathan. Even so, he tilts his hips forward to allow your access to that little channel.

You slide your middle finger past the lips of his vent, into his channel and he immediately whines, legs shaking and knees threatening to buckle. His hands immediately fly up to grab onto your arms, burying his face in your shoulder. His entire body quivers with the effort of keeping himself standing and still as you ease in your finger to the second knuckle, stroking along his slick inner walls.

“S-So much! Ahhh!” He sobs into your shoulder as you push your finger in to the last knuckle. You feel him start to shakily mouth at and kiss your neck, desperate for something to keep his mouth occupied and prevent him from saying thing that would embarrass himself. “Close, so close,” He murmurs between kisses. Your hand strokes the back of his head and your finger inside him gently rubs his channel’s walls. He shudders, his grip on you tightening as he sobs into your skin. You suddenly feel his teeth against your skin as he bites down on you, his channel quivering around you while his cocks throb and absolutely soak the inside of his skirt with cum. He moans again and again, his sounds eventually petering off into whining cries before you finally allow him some respite and withdraw your hand.

“So cute, my good girl,” You let him pull back from you, big eyes filled with tears that have ruined his make up. He gives a little sniffle, looking away and then down at his skirt, so saturated with his cum that it’s sticking to his still erect cocks. “Do you want something in your pussy?” You ask as you slip your clean hand back to his ass and grope it. Leviathan yelps and jumps a bit, looking at you past his smudged mascara and eyeliner, giving you a shaky nod and sigh.

Fiddling with his hands, he approaches the bed and bends over, presenting his ass to you and reaching behind him to lift his skirt. Under his skirt, you see his ass hidden by the panties spread across him. Between his legs you see his cocks, both by now having slipped out through the leg hole of the flimsy underwear, cum dribbling down the inside of his thighs and dirtying the tops of his thigh high socks.  His skin is flushed, and past his hips you can see him turned to look over his shoulder at you, his eyes brimming with tears still and his face a bright, shameful red. You rush to remove your pants and underwear and put on your strap on, wanting nothing more than to see him screaming under you.

“H-Hurry up and- uh- come fill my pussy! Please?” He says, unsure of what he’s really even saying. You hide your amused smile as you secure the large, girthy toy on your strap on and approach him. You roughly grab a handful of his ass the second you’re within range to do so. Your fingers and nails dig into the soft flesh and he cries out.

“You want me to fill up your pussy? What a cute little thing,” You tug his panties down, “I didn’t think a pretty little girl would be making such slutty requests.” His pink little hole tightens around nothing and his cocks throb untouched between his legs at your words. He sobs and more tears roll down his cheeks.

“F-fuck me, Mistress! I need you to fuck me, please,” His voice trembles with his request, “I’ve been so- so needy all day, all day when I was out with you, I kept just thinking of this, please!”

“All day?” You purr, slicking your strap up with lubricant and lining it up with his fluttering hole, “You want it like this? No stretching? I’m sure your depraved little hole could take it, hm?” He just nods, lips drawn tightly shut but moans and whines still leaving his throat as he gently pushes his hips back, feeling the round head of your strap nudge at his hole but never quite breach it.

“All day, Mistress,” He mewls, “Every time some- somebody was jealous of us- I almost couldn’t stop the f-feeling. Even just thinking about it, I- hhhnn,” With a heavy shudder, his demon form overtakes him and his tail wraps possessively around your waist. Neediness and lust roil inside him as he rocks his hips back in the most lewd display you’ve ever seen him put on.

“Take it like the slut you are, then.”

With that, you surge your hips forward and sheath your strap inside him with a single shove. The reaction you get from your beautiful baby is priceless.

Leviathan screams a sound like he’s dying as his back arches like it’ll break and he throws his head back. His tail squeezes around you and his cocks throb, cum pouring out of him again as he hits his second orgasm for the night, hole spasming around the sudden intrusion and the pain of the stretch. One of his hands grabs the bed sheets while the other flies back to grab the wrist of your hand on his hip, squeezing tightly to ground himself to you. Your other hand reaches under him to stroke him through his orgasm.

“Pretty baby girl, your pussy’s so tight around me.” You hum, not even sure if he can hear you over his own yowling. Your hips give slow grinds as you work him through his climax, until he finally slumps down, limbless on the bed and panting hard.

“M-more,” His worn voice croaks. “Need more, Mistress, I have- have more to give, still need to cum more.” Despite his tired state, he still tries to hump back against you, body still jolting against his will in the aftershocks and sensitivity of his last climax. You press your hips flush against his before pulling back and beginning to fuck him in earnest.

“Maybe I should get a toy to plug that slutty mouth up,” You grab onto a horn and pull his head back while you lean forward and nuzzle into his neck, feeling him tense, “Maybe I’ll shove a nice, long toy down your throat? Watch it bulge. What a slut.” With that, your hand slips from his horn down to around his neck, gently holding it against his throat. You feel him swallow, and the vibrations of his voice as he groans hotly at the idea.

“N-not a slut,” He whimpers, looking down at the mattress as more tears fall from his eyes, “’M only yours, just yours.” His head is spinning with the pleasure he’s feeling, and you know that he’s past the point of overtly trying to say anything sexy, that he’s now just broken into speaking whatever comes across his mind.

“Oh, oh, baby.” Your hand releases his throat and strokes down the soft length of his back, coming to grab his ass again, “You are just mine.” A shiver runs through his body at that declaration.

“Just yours, just yours, only yours,” He chants, babbling whatever crosses his fucked out brain. “Filling up my pussy so- so good!” His words are interrupted by hitching breaths and sobs. You know exactly what he wants, you decide to humor him. You lean down and press your front to his back, one of your arms looping around his chest and holding you to him. The contact of his heated skin against yours make him whine.

“My good girl, such a pretty thing, your pussy’s so tight around me. You wanna cum again?” Your other hand jerks him off, “Cum again for me, baby girl, you deserve it, you did so well today.” He nods fervently.

Levi’s body shudders before tensing against you and wailing a garbled version of your name as he cums for the third time, body oversensitive and every nerve feeling like a livewire, but he wants nothing more than to please you and feel that same pleasure coursing through his own body. He’s long since run out of energy, body now just twitching involuntarily with each spurt of cum onto the bed. When he’s finally done, his whole frame goes limp and once you pull out and let go of him, he flops over onto his side.

“So good for me,” You kiss his jaw, then his cheek as you take off your strap, “Beautiful, you make such nice sounds and I love you so much.” You allow whatever you’re thinking to fall from your lips while your hands idly, slowly pet Leviathan’s body, just to make sure he knows- even through his blissed out mind- that you’re there. He can only make himself whine in response, just a soft pitiful noise to alert you that he’d heard you.

“When you’re good and ready we can get you cleaned up.” You refer to his messed up make up and cum soaked clothes. “I’m so happy that you enjoyed this, baby, I love you so much, I really hope I made this good for you.”

“So good.” He squeaks. You smile against his skin. Cleaning his skin and clothes and the bed sheets would come later. For now, all that matters is keeping Leviathan happy, and easing him back down. For now, you hold him against you until he comes back to his body enough to wrap his arms around you and purr, that lovely little sound that you’re so enamored by.

When he’s a tad more coherent, you start removing his clothes and setting them aside, immediately noting that with his coherency returning, his self consciousness does as well. You plant a little kiss to his bare shoulder,

“You’re beautiful even without the clothes and make up, Levi.” You say. He can’t quite wrangle the words to say, instead looking away from you with flushed cheeks. “I’ll make sure you know that.”

“…Promise?” His big orange eyes look up at you. You smile down at him,

“Promise, baby.”

[obeyme-darling]

In Control

[Diavolo x Shy!Fem!MC x Lucifer]

Part 2 of [Proposition]

Summary: Lucifer now has you and Diavolo back in his room, and he is completely in control of the entire situation.

Warnings: 18+!! Unprotected sex, slight choking, threesomes, oral sex (female receiving), Lucifer being a bossy bitch. (I’m truly trying to learn what things to tag again, if you would like to/need to, please ask me to tag something, I definitely can!!)

Words: 2,600+

A/N: I LOVE LUCIFER!! I really thought I was a Diavolo bitch but i want Lucifer to top me :) Also! I used a prompt from [this list] here! (Highkey wanna make this a series! Just MC, Dia, and Luci all living their best lvies together sdjghsgs) ~Admin Doe

Getting to Lucifer's room was going to be a feat in itself. You had to clean up enough to get dressed.and then try to nonchalantly make your way to his room, with Diavolo in tow, and somehow make it not look suspicious at all.

Lucifer had left before the two of you, as to not make it look too weird. All three of you walking to his room might have looked horrible for everyone involved. Diavolo had not minded, he hadn’t seemed to have thought about how obvious it would be to the other students if you, the human, were just out and about with both Lucifer and Diavolo, heading to his room of all places.

“That was so hot,” Diavolo kissed you on your forehead and helped you get dressed.

“So,” You bit the inside of your lip as you tried to straighten your shirt out before tucking it in, “you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Absolutely, my dear,” Diavolo pulled you towards him and opened his office door, walking out with you under his arm. If anyone was unsure as to what your stance was with the Prince, they now knew for sure. “You and Lucifer, my absolute two favorite people- other than Barbatos, but I don’t think I wanna fuck him- what more could I ask for?”

You relaxed under his touch and huddled as close as you could to him, your hands in your pockets and your head leaning on his shoulder. Once you reached the house you felt your stomach twisting, you knew whatever was about to happen was going to be better than you had ever dreamt of.

You wrapped one of your arms around Diavolo’s waist and hugged him close. You were trying to make sure this wasn’t a dream. It was really real.

Lucifer’s room was in sight, you were so fucking close. No one was in sight surprisingly. Lucifer’s brothers absolutely adored you, so you had no intention of seeing any of them, not while on this mission.

“Hey, MC~”

“Oh fuck.”

Asmodeus called for you. You wanted to grab Diavolo’s hand and run for Lucifer’s room. Instead, Diavolo turned the both of you around and smiled at the other demon.

“What are you doing?!” He was eager to see you, “Especially with Diavolo~”

Your face was beginning to heat up again. Your ears burned and your eyes were wide, a baby doe stuck in the middle of the road, a car coming for you full speed ahead. Asmodeus let out this amused chuckle as Diavolo pulled you closer in hopes of calming you down.

“We needed to see Lucifer.”

You wanted to throttle the Prince. You sucked in air through your nose and closed your eyes momentarily, before composing yourself and looking at Asmodeus with as much confidence you could muster.

“We have important business to take care of.”

Asmodeus let out another laugh, softer, quieter; as if he was trying to be considerate of your feelings. He didn’t believe you, but he didn’t say anything. Yet.

“Since you’re so busy, I’ll let you go. For now.” Asmodeus walked by you and stopped, to whisper in your ear, “After you get done fucking them, please come meet me in my room.” He winked at you.

‘Well fuck, he knows.’ You pouted. Diavolo snorted, obviously hearing what the other demon had whispered to you. Diavolo turned you back around and you watched Asmo walk away, very clearly smug about what he had just done.

“What was that about?”

You pressed your palm to your forehead, “He’s been asking me about us since we started uh, dating.”

“Asking what?”

You reached Lucifer’s room and gently knocked on the door, “He wants to- He ‘needs’ to know how big your dick is.”

Diavolo’s eyes went wide and he blinked in surprise. He immediately grew curious. “What did you tell him?”

“Nothing! I tried to avoid all conversations about it, now I’m sort of just fucked!”

Lucifer opened the door, wearing more casual clothes. No shirt, baggy sweatpants, dick print visible and all. For a moment you started to thank the lord, but figured that would be wildly inappropriate. You were practically pulled into the room, Diavolo walking in behind you and shutting the door, locking it for extra measure.

“Did one of my brothers see you?”

“Yea, Asmo saw me. He, um, kinad figured out-”

“Hm, I wondered what made him realize, your wrinkled shirt,” he untucked it, as he spoke, “the disheveled hair,” he moved closer to you, his lips pressing against your earlobe, “the cum that had dripped down your thighs.”

You balled your fists, ‘I’m about to beat this bitch up.’ Your legs tensed and your left knee pressed against your right thigh, your legs closing tight. You and Diavolo had cleaned you up as best as possible! There had been nothing left on your skin, and yet, here Lucifer was, mocking your desperate, needy ass.

He bit down on your earlobe before pulling back and examining you. Your pout and furrowed brows, your balled fists, how tense your legs were. “Struck a nerve, did I?”

“Fuck you!”

The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop yourself. You had only ever spoken that way to Mammon, or Asmodeus. But now here you were, covering your mouth and looking at Lucifer in horror. You just thought you were some baby deer earlier. You were in that position again, but had no one to pull you from the road. And Lucifer was about to run your ass over.

“On the bed.”

You nodded, not even caring to apologize. You thought that maybe if you didn’t apologize the punishment would be more... Fun.

“Take off your underwear, hike up your skirt.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and did as you were told. Lucifer looked to Diavolo, who was eagerly waiting for his turn to fuck you up. It was crazy to think about; Diavolo could boss Lucifer around, but there he stood, awaiting instruction from the demon. Lucifer motioned for Diavolo to approach you and so he did.

“Tongue fuck her.”

Diavolo grinned wider than you had ever seen. He absolutely adored eating you out, as much as he loved getting a bowjob, which he loved a lot. Diavolo parted your legs, with such care and handled you as if you were some beautiful glass ornament, breakable at the slightest slip up.

You looked over at Lucifer, keeping an eye on what he was doing. He sat in a chair, legs crossed and hands folded. He seemed to be absolutely in love with the fact he was the one in complete control.

Diavolo’s tongue pressed to your inner thigh, his large hands holding your outer thighs and keeping you steady. He kissed up your thigh, and once he reached your pussy, he dove in completely.

“Still so wet,” His voice was muffled as his tongue licked stripes up your pussy. His tongue swirled around your clit and you balled Lucifer’s sheets in your hands. You moaned loudly and bucked into Diavolo’s mouth.

Diavolo was skilled, very skilled with his tongue. He always left you a mess after he was finished with you. In that moment though, it was pure fucking bliss, more so than usual. You were so sensitive from already being destroyed by Lucifer. You sucked in air and arched your back, eyes screwed shut from the euphoria.

“Diavolo-”

Lucifer paused, letting Diavolo bring you to the edge. And then he spoke.

“Don’t let her cum.”

Diavolo licked a stripe up your pussy and pulled back. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Lucifer in anger. He was still just sitting there, not even looking like he was thinking about touching himself.

“What?”

“Only good girls get to cum.”

Diavolo looked at you, a smirk creeping onto his face. He had an idea. You were scared. Diavolo agreed with Lucifer, and held you steady. You wiggled slightly under his grasp, thinking about just finishing really quickly yourself.

Diavolo dipped back down to your cunt and began to slowly torture you with his tongue. Waves of euphoria hit again and you hoped that Lucifer would be so kind as to let you orgasm. Your breathing hitched and you were almost gulping for air.

That happened two more times. Lucifer would order Diavolo to stop, and the prince would quit immediately. But he was getting more smug each time. ‘Okay, I’m about to beat two btiches up.’ “Please!” You begged, breathless. “I’ll be the so well behaved, please let me-”

“Stop, Diavolo.”

This time, Diavolo did not stop. His tongue pressed into you and his thumb circled around your clit. You arched into his mouth and quickly grabbed a pillow to scream into. Diavolo did not stop lapping you up. You were a shaking mess and you were pulling at Lucifer’s comforter.

“Diavolo...” Lucifer stood up. “That is not what I asked you to do...”

“Oh, damn, sorry.” Diavolo shrugged. “I thought her begging was pretty hot, couldn’t leave my baby girl hanging like that.”

Butterflies filled your stomach. He was truly one of your favorite people ever. Lucifer did not share that same thought though.

“Okay, MC,” Lucifer looked at you, sprawled out on the bed, shirt ruffled, skirt pulled up, and pussy out., “I think some rest would be the best for you right now. I’m going to take care of this brat.”

You lied on the bed, eyes half lidded and breathing ragged. You blew out air and watched the ceiling fan momentarily. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you were sprawled out on Lucifer’s comfy bed. You shut your eyes and began to doze off. You were in and out, until you heard a small whimper from Diavolo.

Your eyes snapped open and you looked over near the other side of Lucifer’s room. Diavolo was bent over Lucifer’s desk, panting, while Lucifer held his throat and pounded into him. You noticed the loud, undeniable sound of flesh slapping against each other and sucked in air.

‘Fuck, I must have really hit my head hard...’ You rubbed your eyes. Diavolo was jerking himself off as Lucifer easily took him from behind. Lucifer was thoroughly enjoying this position of power, and his pride was very much so turning you on. You quickly pulled your skirt off and kicked it across the room. Your hands moved to your pussy and you began touching yourself. You were still so sensitive from everything you had already handled and you let out a whimper as you pressed against your clit.

“Fuck.” Diavolo spoke through gritted teeth, “I’m gonna-”

“Cum.” Lucifer’s voice was low and very, very sexy.

Diavolo came in his own hand, and you watched in excitement as Lucifer’s grip tightened on Diavolo’s throat and your hips rolled into your own hand. You were a mess, causing Lucifer to turn and look at you, still fucking Diaovlo.

Lucifer’s pace quickened before he came. His eyes locked onto yours and he was grunting as he choked Diavolo. He pulled out from Diavolo and wrapped his hand around his cock,finishing in his own hand as well.

Your movements were slower than you would have liked, but you were worn out from everything. You watched as Lucifer turned towards you, and the way his red eyes bored into yours caused you to quickly begin to reach your climax. You had not realized how much someone watching you turned you on.

You let out a loud cry and your mouth fell open. You continued rolling into your own hands as you orgasmed.

“Didn’t I tell you to rest?”

You didn't answer. You couldn’t. You just nodded at him. He walked towards the bed and your stomach turned with excitement. Lucifer ‘tsk’d you and crawled up behind you on the bed, resting on his knees. He pulled you in between his legs and you gulped.

“We’ve had our fun, why not let Diavolo fuck you? Would you like that?”

Lucifer bit your neck and you whined. You nodded and looked towards Diavolo. He was still composing himself it seemed, but he looked ready to go another round.

“You have too much stamina.”

“Are you too tired? We can stop.” Diavolo looked you over with concern.

“Oh, no, no,” you shook your head, “this is very enjoyable.”

Diavolo perked up. You noticed he was hard, again, already. Your pussy throbbed for him. He walked towards the bed and Lucifer kept you in one spot. He really couldn’t let go of that control. You liked that. Seeing Diavolo so submissive and even ignoring what Lucifer had ordered, it was thrilling.

Lucifer grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, and then pulled your legs wide ass open. You were suddenly feeling more vulnerable than you had ever felt before. Realization hit that you were at the whim of two very powerful demons and heat began to pool into your stomach.

“Keep your legs open, or you’ll be punished.”

You nodded and watched as Diavolo began to position himself over you. “I’ve been waiting for this all day...”

Diavolo pushed into you, stretching you open. You let out a whine as he gave an experimental thrust. Diavolo had fucked you a handful of times already, but each time he made sure you were ready for him. He knew he was better than humans in the dick department, and did not want to hurt you in any way.

Your legs tensed and almost closed. Lucifer was there to keep them pried open though. His tongue clicked at you and your hands grabbed the sheets beside you, “MC, do I need to make myself more clear?’

You shook your head. Diavolo, still acting as if Lucifer was not even around, began to thrust harder into you. Everything in you wanted to wrap your legs around Diavolo and hold him as close to you as possible, but there was no way you were breaking out of Lucifer’s grip. You were definitely going to bruise.

Your head rolled back and hit Lucifer’s chest. Lucifer bent down and pressed his lips against your shoulder, biting and sucking on the skin. You were being reduced to a crying, moaning mess and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Taking my cock so well,” Diavolo moaned, “Such a good girl.”

The praise sent you over the edge. You let out a scream, cumming as Diavolo thrusted in and out of you. Diavolo didn’t stop though. One he came, he kept thrusting. You let out a cry as one of  Lucifer’s hands traveled to your pussy and began to stimulate your clit.

Diavolo pulled out and looked at the cum dripping from your pussy and down your thighs. As he was admiring his work, Lucifer was doing his best to overstimulate you. Tears pricked your eyes and your hips kept rolling into Lucifer’s touch.

“Fuck,” You whimpered, “Lucifer please-”

Another orgasm hit, and tears rolled down your cheeks. Your back arched and moans fell from your lips.

‘You really are a good girl,” Lucifer pulled his fingers from your pussy and placed them in your mouth. You began to suck on his fingers, instinctively, and felt your body relaxing into his.

“Damn,” Diavolo was sprawled out beside you and Lucifer, “baby, I’m so glad you brought this up.”

Lucifer lied you down and rested beside you, leaving you in the middle of the two. You looked up at the ceiling, catching your breath, and thinking about everything that had just happened.

“Are you alright, MC?” Lucifer asked, his tone way different than usual, he sounded caring and concerned.

“Peachy~” You sighed out. “Um, hey?”

“Yes?” Diavolo and Lucifer spoke at the same time.

“Can we do this again sometime?”

[gloryofluv]

Order up! (Coffee Shop AU) Chapter 12

Hahaha. I'm actually dying over this chapter! So much going on, but soooo good as far as the banter.

Previous Chapter

The next day was a big win. She got her doctor's stuff done, ate a big breakfast, and they actually got Leviathan out of his room to help. He assisted with all of her electronics and was extremely meticulous. Of course, Alex actually couldn’t talk to him because he would blush and walk away from her.

Well, she would have to work on him slowly.

That left her with bringing over all the unneeded items to her now cleaned-out bedroom on Friday early afternoon. Then, of course, work. She was pretty tired considering her busy ass days lately. Tons of emotional sifting. Although, it seemed a lot easier with each of the brothers. Even Mammon was taking on a new role; her protector.

After Belphie explained what happened the other night, or at least she thinks he did, Mammon has been a new man. He’s been getting her water, carrying heavy things for her, even complaining about her going to work at night. Totally switched from who he was. Interesting.

Working in a cafe in the afternoon and evenings. Actually, there’s something to be said about that. The clients are different. The creative types who work long boring jobs during the day and need to feed off the energy of caffeine and others. The families that are out and about, ready for the weekend ahead.

There’s also a startling amount of mischief. Alex twice had to tell someone they couldn’t yell on their cellphone in the lobby. Gotta give it to Jess. She was ballsy enough to want to work evenings all the time.

Alex was fixing her displays near the register when she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around and blinked. Simeon was standing there and not in his usual sweater, but a tank top and jeans.

“Oh, Simeon,” Alex puffed with color-dusted cheeks.

“I wasn’t expecting you here this evening, Alex,” he beamed.

“I switched with Jess. Oh, um, did you want me to,” she stopped her stammering and smiled. “Are you drinking tea tonight?”

He nodded and watched as she walked around the counter. “I’m just out with some of the mentors,” he explained and gestured to a table.

Alex glanced over to see two men. One had flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes, and the other had darker hair in braids with soulful chocolate eyes. Both were quite interested in watching their interaction.

“That’s nice,” Alex beamed with a bounce to her head. “Did you want to get them something as well?”

“Just three of the hibiscus ginger,” Simeon smiled.

She was preparing the cups and glanced back at him. “How are you doing? I feel like this is the first time Luke isn’t with you.”

Simeon laughed and shrugged. “We always see you after he’s done with school. I work in the mornings and evenings. Did you figure out your living situation?”

She set the bags in the cups and nodded. “Yes, Lucifer offered me a room.”

“Interesting. He’s not usually noted for his generosity,” Simeon mused as she set the cups in front of him.

Alex gestured to the pastry case, and Simeon shook his head. “Oh, I don’t know about that, but he has been pretty decent to me. All of them are helping me move my stuff. It’s been pretty,” she paused and exhaled while looking away from him.

“It’s difficult to confess to needing people in our lives, Alex. it gives us more opportunity to have rejection and abandonment. However, it fortifies our hearts,” Simeon beamed.

She bent over the POS screen and scowled. “Simeon, this whole time, I thought I was over it. This whole time and I realized I just never let myself touch it. To truly understand what was lost because then that makes me defective, undesirable, broken.”

“You’re very desirable, and not for being someone serving coffee with a magnificent smile,” Simeon said as his cheeks darkened a touch.

She pressed her lips together before she smiled. “Thank you, Simeon. You truly are divinity in human form.”

“I’d very much like it if you let me take you to dinner. I’ve wanted to ask you for months, but I only see you when small ears are lingering. Would you let me? I very much like you, Alex,” Simeon said with a hint of surprise. He wasn’t expecting to ask her?

“Oh, um, okay,” she smiled and nodded.

Simeon laughed and smiled. “Okay.”

Alex jerked to action and pulled out a sheet, writing out her number. “Now you can text me. I have a challenging time reaching out first. It causes quite a bit of anxiety for me,” she confessed and handed him the small paper.

He held it up before tucking it in his jean pocket. “I will take the first step then,” he paused and handed her his credit card.

Alex beamed and completed the transaction. “Simeon, thank you for having the courage to say something. I know that took so much.”

He chuckled and tilted his head. “Alex, you’re a very courageous woman. You’ve done many things others haven’t in their life and still are sweet and kind. Boldness isn’t about action. It’s feeling. Now, I’m going to go entertain the other mentors, but I will come to say goodbye before I leave.”

She rocked her head and smiled. “Okay, Simeon, have a wonderful time.”

“I will now,” he winked and left with the three cups in his hand.

Jordan, who was working with her, glanced over while wagging his hand. Alex skipped over, and they tucked behind the espresso machine, out of view from the trio.

“What just happened?” he whispered with a wild smile.

“He asked me out,” Alex breathed and covered her mouth.

“So you said yes, right? He’s like chocolate-covered yummy. Toothache sweet. And was that your number you gave him?” Jordan questioned in a low tone.

Alex bounced her head with a snort. “Jordan, I was so not me,” she giggled quietly.

Jordan stood and started to vogue with a beat. “Oh, yeah, that’s right, that’s my girl,” he voiced and yanked her up. “Come on, let’s go,” he snorted.

Alex groaned but started to vogue and laughed as they made faces. “You’re ridiculous,” she laughed.

“Yes, quite.”

Oh. Alex paused and spun around to see Lucifer standing at the counter. “Oh, hello, Lucifer.”

“What type of manic state were you expressing?” He questioned.

Jordan walked up to the glass and smiled. “We were doing our ‘get happy girl’ dance.”

Lucifer arched an eyebrow. “That seizer replication isn’t dancing.”

Alex twitched her nose at the dark roast timer and shook her head. “Lucifer, it’s going to be two minutes on fresh. This is too old to serve you with how sensitive your pallet is.”

He smirked and waved. “I have time.”

“So, doing anything special tonight, Lucifer? Seeing anyone special? Doing anything with someone?” Jordan asked.

Lucifer glared at him with a pointed incredulous expression. “Special? Jordan, what have my brothers been saying to you?”

Jordan raised his eyebrows. “Well, nothing. I was just asking.”

Alex put the brewer up and flicked it on before turning around with a smile. Lucifer eyed her and then wagged his index finger. “You. You know.”

Her cheeks were burning, but she walked toward the counter. “N-no.” Nice. Brilliant. Sound more like a frightened child.

Lucifer’s grin became wicked as he leaned forward. “Tell me.”

Her face was melting as she stared up into brilliant sanguine eyes. “It, well, I only heard in passing, it’s not,” she stopped dead when he touched her cheek.

“Don’t babble, darling. Just tell me,” he smirked.

“Well, I saw a picture of you and Diavolo,” she murmured.

His nose scrunched, and his fingers slithered away from her cheek. “Which of them was it? I was positive I destroyed all digital evidence of that party,” he huffed.

Alex looked down at the counter. Anywhere but his eyes.

“I’m not upset with you. My brothers, however, have been plugging this annoying concept for years since that party. Diavolo and I were drinking, a rarity and Mammon shoved Diavolo into me just as Asmodeus was taking the picture. Diavolo was attempting what Asmodeus called a duck face. I was positive I cleared out everyone’s phone, so Diavolo’s reputation wasn’t at risk, but it seems someone kept it,” Lucifer explained while shaking his head.

Alex blinked and glanced back at him. “You two?”

“Never,” Lucifer spat.

Alex covered her mouth and shook her head.

Jordan snorted. “Wow, your brothers sure love to hassle you, don’t they?”

Lucifer shook his head. “It’s unfathomable how they have so much time for it.”

“Seems Alex was under the impression you were,” Jordan noted.

Alex pivoted and began pouring the coffee. Dammit. She still was going to have to face him. Turning around, he was smiling, and his posture read, alpha man, baby.

“Were you upset at my brothers’ lies?” He asked.

She shook her head and plastered on a smile. “It was just surprising. I wouldn’t have guessed it.”

“Well, now you don’t have to. I’m single, very much available, and diligent at any role I take on,” he smirked and handed her his credit card.

Alex was so glad she was able to keep her smile as her heart was racing like a pack of marathon runners. She swiped it and handed it back. “You do appear to be quite diligent.”

Another form approached the counter, and Alex broke her vision of Lucifer. Simeon leaned and smiled. “We’re going now, Alex. It was lovely to see you this evening.”

“Simeon, I see you brought Michael and Raphael with you,” Lucifer noted as he glanced back at the mentors walking out of the cafe.

Simeon beamed and nodded. “We’re headed to the hills to watch the meteor shower.”

Lucifer rocked his head. “Have a good night.”

“You too. Alex, I will text you tomorrow,” he declared and waved.

Alex smiled and waved. “Okay, Simeon, have a wonderful evening.”

Lucifer scowled and watched Simeon leave. “You’re now texting him?”

Oh… yeah, that’s right. Alex rocked her head. “Yes.”

“They have a date this week,” Jordan pipped with a smile.

“Date?” Lucifer questioned.

Alex felt the size of a flea with how much presence Lucifer had. It wasn’t even that he displayed outward displeasure. No, it was definitely what radiated off of him as he stood straighter and his chest bolstered to pronounced masculinity.

“Yes, he just asked her before you walked inside,” Jordan laughed. By the way, he likely wasn’t going to make it through this shift. Alex was going to murder him. “I guess it makes sense. She thought you were unavailable,” Jordan shrugged. Dead. He was going to die from suffocation on the coffee grounds.

“Well, I’m clearly available. Have a good evening, Jordan. Alex, we’ll talk when you get home,” Lucifer declared and left a tip in the jar before strolling out of the cafe with the same presence he held at the counter.

“I’m going to kill you,” Alex growled and glared at Jordan.

She smacked his arm, and he pouted. “I was only doing what you haven’t done in months, honey.”

“I live with him now, you, numbskull,” she hissed and smacked his arm again.

Jordan laughed and blocked a few more of her blows. “Come on, don’t be so angry. It isn’t like a date is a commitment. I just wanted to see if he’d get jealous.”

“By the slam of his car door, I think he was,” Solomon laughed and peaked over the counter. “You alright, Alex?”

“Look away, Solomon, I don’t want you an accessory to his murder!” She snarled and hit Jordan one more time.

“Don’t murder my darling J Getlow.”

Alex exhaled and turned fully to see Asmodeus and Solomon standing together. Jordan scowled and dropped his smile altogether. Alex knew a good payback when she saw one. She skipped up to the counter with a bright smile. “Well, hello, you two, are you on a date?”

Solomon arched his eyebrow, but Asmo squealed. “Oh, it could be! We were just going to try this new fro-yo place down the street, and Solomon heard you were working.”

She eyed Solomon with a subtle nod. Click. He got it. “Oh, yes, I had to have an eclectic appetite tonight,” he chuckled.

Jordan was leaning on the glass with a deep-set frown. “Wait, Asmo, you said you were going to be busy when I got off tonight. Is that because you’re with Solomon?”

“Yes,” Solomon smirked at him. “Is there a problem?”

Asmo tilted his head but shrugged. “I guess not.”

Jordan pulled from the glass and began cleaning the machines.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Alex asked.

Jordan glared over at her. “Bitch,” he said in a whisper.

“Now, what are you both really doing tonight?” Alex smiled.

“The frozen yogurt, which I despise. However, Asmodeus was on a mission to convince me to help tomorrow. He says that you have some very private information in your father’s study and need help sorting it,” Solomon explained.

Alex pouted and put her two hands together in a heart shape. “Asmo, you just made my heart go boom. That’s so sweet that you would take time away on your Friday for me.”

“Please stop,” Solomon puffed and waved his hand. “That’s too adorable, and I can’t bear it.”

Alex laughed and leaned over the POS screen at the pair. “Seriously, I need to do something nice for both of you.”

“Get drunk tomorrow. House party. Your homecoming!” Asmo cheered.

Alex groaned and shook her head. “I doubt Lucifer would agree to any of that.”

“After the very flustered retreat, I might estimate your correctness,” Solomon chuckled.

“What happened?” Asmo questioned.

“Well, hunty,” Jordan walked up and clamped his hand on Alex’s mouth. “Simeon asked Alex out before Lucifer got here. Before that revelation, I made him pry out of her that she thought he was with someone else, which is why she hasn’t been answering his texts with little happy faces like usual. So, he just now realized she was into him, and now she’s going on a date with Simeon.”

Alex shoved him and groaned. “You’re a wicked, wicked queen.”

“It’s truly a shame one of our rules is no dating, said 'girl' in the house,” Asmo laughed and shook his head.

Solomon smiled and waved his hand. “How is it that you always seem to find the predicament of always too much but never enough.”

“I don’t know, Sol,” Alex groaned.

“Drinks tomorrow, at your old home to send off your last day actually living there,” Solomon smirked.

“That doesn’t sound like that came with a please,” Alex snorted.

“It wasn’t a request,” Solomon shook his head.

“Fine, but you’re bringing the booze, and I’m not responsible for your ride home,” Alex said.

Solomon nodded. “I have exquisite wine. You’ll enjoy it.”

“We will?” Asmo asked.

Jordan nodded.

“Fine,” Solomon chuckled. “Yes.”

Alex reached over and ruffled his hair. “You’re just a big softy under all that analysis and formulas.”

Solomon puffed and pushed her handoff. “Yes, alright. Don’t patronize my kindness.”

“What am I getting you both?” Alex beamed. Solomon rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced up at the menu. “Decaf americano, two pumps with half and half,” Alex said.

Solomon laughed and nodded. “Actually, yes, that would be appropriate.”

“Multitude of gestures, Solomon,” Alex smiled.

“It’s actually freaky that you can do that, Alex,” Asmo gasped.

“I can remember everyone’s orders, but I have to label where to put my keys. Don’t even know why,” Alex laughed and turned to grab a cup. “Decaf skinny iced vanilla with a sugar-free caramel pump, Asmo?”

Asmo clapped. “You took my evening order once, Alex! That’s so impressive! Oh, I just want to bathe you in aromatherapy and take you to bed.”

“Let’s not go that far,” Jordan glared at him.

Asmo pouted. “Fine.”

Solomon paid, and Alex smirked at the pensive man. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I was just thinking. There might be an opening in the company for public relations. I could put in a stellar word for you. It’s all research and pharmaceuticals, but you have a delightful personality, and you’re degreed.”

“Solomon, that would be awesome if you would do that for me,” Alex gasped.

He smiled and rocked his head. “Okay, I will. I’ll text you my email, and you send your resume to me.”

Jordan brought over their drinks, and Asmo left a hefty tip before blowing him a kiss. “Come over later?”

Jordan arched an eyebrow. “You’re not going to be busy?”

Asmo snorted and giggled. “No, silly, come on over. I want to have a pamper session,” he winked and sipped his drink.

Alex tried so hard to hide her blush. Wow, these two men. It’s like they were made to outdo each other.

“If you put your phone away during, then yes,” Jordan smirked.

“Fine,” Asmo pouted. “See you when you get off so I can,” Asmo laughed and flitted out the door.

“Strange creature,” Solomon chuckled.

“Says you, Doctor X,” Alex sneered.

Solomon laughed and waved. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Alex.”

Jordan sighed when he left and patted her shoulder. “Guess I’m getting laid tonight. Now we need to work on you.”

Alex yanked herself away and waved a hand. “Stop that. Nope. Not doing it. We’re not having that type of discussion after the man I’m going to live with said he’s going to suck your straw.”

Jordan laughed and skipped over. “Babe, come on.”

“Time to prepare to close, boss,” she sneered at him.

Jordan grinned and winked. “We’ll work on it,” he whispered and got to work.

Alex exhaled and shook her head, but a smile crept on her lips. It was really nice to see Jordan happy. However, the thought of closing came with another issue. What the fuck did Lucifer want to talk about. The thought made her queasy.

[kiru-da-ho-beeeech]

Sugar Daddy AU - Mista

Warning: NSFW, degradation, death threat, choking, spanking, hair-pulling, implied murder, I wrote and post in mobile so I can't put this under the cut, read the warnings please

Did I really just write a 2k word fic because Mista called himself Daddy? Yes. Yes, I did.

It was the garterbelt and stockings that did him in, you knew.

Amazement and lust shone clear in his eyes as you slid off your long coat, revealing the lingerie set that had been gifted to you last week. Your Daddy sat in his office chair, a leg atop his knee and his bottom lip trapped between white teeth as one hand lowered and put out a half-burned cigarette in an ashtray. His eyes burned holes in your body, travelling up and down, especially lingering at your stocking-clad legs. You rubbed your thighs together. He took a deep breath.

You giggled at his reaction. He really made it too easy.

"Care to tell me why you're here wearing that, baby?" He asked after a few minutes of staring.

You strode to him, crossing the distance from the door to his desk, and sat on the cold mahogany surface. Ass facing him, of course. He let out a slow breath at how the globes looked, soft and perfectly squished.

"I went to Paris." You began, twirling a lock of hair between your fingers.

"Cool. How was it?"

You made a drawn and disinterested 'eh' sound as your palm began moving up and down your thigh. His ebony eyes followed it like a hawk watching a mouse. 

"It was fun. I ate raw oysters. Got new clothes, shoes, perfume…" you stretched a hand out to him, wrist up, "Wanna smell?"

You knew he knew what you were playing at. He wasn't the Don for nothing. Yet, he still leaned down, encircling your wrist in a gentle grip and bringing it up to his nose to take a whiff. Though the rule of the business was to not get attracted to your benefactor, the way his nose flared as his eyes closed did some things to you. He's just so damnably handsome and obliviously sexy that you can't help the way your gut wrenched nor the way your cunt flooded with moistness. Once he opened his eyes to look at you, they were half-lidded and burning with desire.

He grinned, dimples dipping so deep it made your mouth water. You wanted nothing more in that moment than to lick them, "Smells good, baby. Delicious."

Distract yourself, your conscious screamed, you came here with a mission to complete. Your eyes scanned his desk and found a mug. You reached for it, taking back your hand from him. You picked up the mug and drank from it absent-mindedly, surprised at what you tasted on your tongue.

"M-Milk?"

He chuckled, "Oh, yeah. I ate something too spicy earlier. Which reminds me--"

He patted his knee, a signal for you to come sit on Daddy's lap. You complied, putting the mug back down. You removed yourself from the desk and rounded it, spreading your legs and straddling him-- his crotch in particular-- then wrapped your arms loosely around his neck. You could already feel his semi-hard length pressing against you, teasing you with promises of a good time and a sore body.

"-- My tongue still hurts like shit. I need something sweet." His hands firmly gripped your thighs, "To balance it out, you know?"

The way he ogled at your breasts told you it wasn't food he's talking about.

Despite your determination not to give in, you ground your hips to his.

He released a shaky sigh, burying his head at the crook of your neck and gripping your sides harder. You did it again, firmer this time, which earned a low rumble from him.

"Baby girl, what is it that you need?" His voice weakly asked. God, he's so easy to tease you almost feel bad.

Almost.

"Daddy, I had so much fun in Paris… Thank you for sending me there and giving me an allowance~" He just grunted as a response so you continued, "but I've used them all up and my bills are due next week."

He lifted his head to look at you. Smirking, he held the side of your face. His hands were warm and rough, and you leaned into it instinctively.

"That so?" His thumb stroked your cheek, swiping lower and massaging your bottom lip, "But baby, our condition says I'll only give you your allowance once a month. We can't breach the contract now, can we?"

You whined. It was too good to be true. He may act silly and friendly, but he was still the Don. The most powerful person in the gang. He won't give in so easily.

He took your arm off his neck, guiding your hands down his belt. With a seductive smile, he said, "If you want more, you'll have to work for it dolcezza."

Ah, of course. This was a transaction of gestures. And you were all too eager to participate in the exchange if it meant seeing six digits in your bank account.

You removed yourself from his lap while he stood. Kneeling in front of him, you unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, letting his member spring out. You were just about to put him in your mouth when he stopped you, guiding you to bend down on his desk. You thought it was going to be one of those days where he had to fuck you quickly because he's in a rush. Maybe an appointment in thirty minutes or so?

You released a startled cry when his palm connected with your behind rather harshly.

"You think you can just come in here unannounced?" His voice was dark and gravelly, tickling your core like a feather and making you even wetter. He stroked the abused spot lightly, the skin already feeling like it's on fire. The sting felt so splendid, so dirty. You never even thought you were into pain until you met him. Only he knew how to deliver it in ways that had you craving for more. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, "I'm the Don, puttana. You have no right to do as you wish, and you do not disrespect me like that, am I clear?"

A whimper escaped your throat, "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry."

"Very good. I like you, (Y/N). I'd hate it if you have to go for being too much of a little brat." That wasn't a threat, as you've learned. In the world he lived in, it was a warning. There was a cold edge to his words and it made your heart beat erratically to the rush of both fear and excitement. He was truly dangerous, the only man who could kill you and wipe your existence from the planet as though you've never existed in the first place. Being his sugar baby meant being the devil's plaything. L'incarnazione del diavolo, that's what he's called. The devil's incarnation. He was the plague inside Pandora's box: cruel, merciless, inhuman-- a chaotic package wrapped up in delightful curly black hair, broad shoulders, and reddish bronze-skin.

Your attention snapped back to the moment when he ripped your flimsy panties off. The sheer power he showed made your core gush as you imagined him using that force to pound into you. The cold air hit your uncovered pussy, but not for long. His warm fingers were immediately shoved inside your needy cunt. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, but soon was reduced to a moaning mess as he began pumping his digits, a thumb joining the others as it rubbed on your clit in the same rhythm. He landed another slap to your ass, the added pleasure from the pain driving your mind into a complete haywire.

"Tsk. I haven't even put my cock in you yet and you're already gone. Don't cum without my permission, or I'll really be angry." His voice was almost drowned out by your sounds. You nodded, but shrieked when he slapped your ass again.

"Answer." He commanded.

"Yes, Daddy!" You all but screamed.

He petted the soreness on your skin, "Good, bambina."

He withdrew his fingers with a wet squelch. You had to quell the protest down your throat. Acting bratty now would just make him delay your orgasm further. You felt him press his length to your slit, teasingly moving the head up and down. You were panting, exhilarated by what he'd do next. To your disappointment, he slid his cock lower, settling in trapping it in between your folds and creating a back and forth motion that sent delicious friction to your clit. His hands came up and slid your bra off, cupping and squeezing your breasts. He flicked at your nipples, rolling the buds and twisting them, making you writhe wildly. You could feel yourself approaching the edge. Your hips began to jerk, meeting his as your ass bounced against his pelvis.

"Daddy! Daddy, please! Please let me cum, please, please, please, please!" You begged, voice cracking with overuse.

He only answered with a breathless 'No' before drawing away.

"Daddy!" Your tone was irritated as you called him, but you could care less. If you didn't die by his hands for acting out of place, then you most definitely would through orgasm denial. At this moment, you'd prefer to perish through the former rather than the latter.

He growled at your attitude, bending down to lay his torso flat against your back as a hand came to slither and clasp around your neck with delectable force. 

"You dare to use that tone on me?!"

You wailed when he plunged his entire shaft inside you-- harshly, no warnings, up to the hilt. 

"I don't think you understand your situation so let me make it clear, cara--" he began thrusting, deep and with so much force that you saw stars whenever his dick dragged along your insides, hitting your G-spot  over and over, "-- I have the power to kill you and make it seem like an accident. I can take everything away from you and make you wish I'd killed you instead. I can strip you naked and let each of my men fuck you. Do not test me again, you hear?"

Though you were lost in delirious bliss, you answered, "Y-Yes, Daddy! I'll be a good girl! I won't make you mad again! I promise! Please, please, please, let me cum!"

He groaned as you began bucking against him, "Not yet."

He increased his pace. He was fucking you so hard that the edgr of the desk dug into your flesh. You were about to go insane. Your thoughts empty aside from the tingling inside you that grew more and more intense. Your senses dulled, mouth dripping with spit, and eyes crossing with how incredibly overstimulated you are. His grip on your neck tightened and he roared.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm close! Touch yourself and come with me, baby!" He panted.

You eagerly obeyed, hand slipping down. Your fingers pressed steady circling motions to the bundle of nerves. Your vision was beginning to darken due to the lack of air, but you could only think of chasing your completion.

"Shit, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Baby-- fuck, cum for me! Now!" He yelled.

You didn't need to be told. Everything blurred, then exploded. Pure, white, hot rapture tore through you as you screamed your lungs out and shook from the orgasm that crashed down on you. You've flung yourself off the cliff, and you relished in the feeling of absolute release. Your insides milked him, contracting and pulling him in even more that he came tumbling after you. You could only faintly recognize the feel of him spilling himself. He came so much that it had nowhere else to go inside you and began spurting out, dribbling down your thighs.

He removed his hand from your neck, scooping you up gently and planting you on his lap as you both collapsed back into his chair. Your vision slowly returned, unfocused eyes affixed to the ceiling. Your chest hurt from breathing--actually, everything hurt, but it was the kind of pain that you loved. The kind that meant you just got your brains fucked to high heavens.

After the both of you had calmed down, he began weaving his hands through your hair.

"Sorry, principessa. It was a bad day." He whispered softly, "Don't worry, I'll have the money deposited to your account before the day ends."

You made a small sound to acknowledge what he said, too tired to do anything else. This was the part where you always fell asleep. Tendrils of drowsiness creeped around your conscious, you were too weary to fight them off. You felt his lips at the crown of your head before succumbing to sleep, lulled by the sound of his steady breathing.

[mageofseven]

Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 28

Tag list: @astroseuss @zarakem @brielle043 @missloserqueen

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The couple had a lovely dinner together. Audriana and Satan ate at HoL so it was just the two of them. This was an experience the couple didn't have the chance to experience often since becoming parents.

As the night fell and their children came home, the couple's alone time ended for a bit. Eventually, Satan retired to his room and the parents when to tuck their daughter into bed, making sure her weighted blanket was spread out just as she liked it (Satan suggested getting one for her a while back and it ended up being perfect for their little girl).

After reading her a bedtime story and kissing her goodnight, the couple trudged to their room after a long day.

Even once in bed, the woman couldn't sleep, not without recounting the conversation with her father to Lucifer.

The pride demon was right; the king knew something about Satan's condition. Sadly, it was nothing helpful.

Those were the king's words and Lucifer couldn't accept them.

Still, when Dia's eyes flooded with tears, he engulfed her in his arms without hesitation.

To hear how the discussion ended, with the king breaking the window and screaming at her to leave...it was just another hole in his heart.

"I'm sorry..." He nuzzled her neck. "I should have talked to him. I should have never--"

"It needed to be me." She told him. "My father wouldn't have told you anything. What I learned...it's not enough, but it's more than if I hadn't gone at all."

Lucifer placed his hand on her cheek.

"I won't leave you alone with him ever again." He promised. "I won't let him keep hurting you like that."

He slid his other hand under her night shirt and kept it over her stomach.

"I will protect you both."

Diavolo smiled softly at him for a moment before putting her hand over his

And letting her smile fall.

"Lucifer..." She stared down at their hands. "Do you truly want our child? I just...I know my father pushed us into this and we had no choice but--"

Her fiancé kissed her, deeply and sweetly.

"How could I ever not want a child of ours?" He asked her. "With everything going on, the timing isn't exactly the best, but I can't deny how this child has already brought some wonderful things to our life."

He stared deeply into those golden eyes of hers that he treasured so deeply.

"After all, this baby helped me discover the woman I loved under all of her pain and fear."

And he meant what he said. With everything going on with his son and the fact that they basically just had Audriana, the man wouldn't have chosen this time for a third child.

Still, this child hasn't even been born and they've already bettered their parents' lives.

Their family was an odd mix of both blessed and cursed, but at least they were all together.

The next morning, Barbatos was at their door, here to help Diavolo get ready for her day.

The butler helped her pick one of her new dresses to wear then had her sit down so he could braid her hair (a looser braid this time. As beautiful as the one from last night was, the tightness on her scalp was a bit too much for her).

Lucifer watched as every little touch the butler laid on his fiancée was gentle but purposeful and brought a smile to the woman's face.

Barb brought comfort and peace to her heart and for that, the pride demon was grateful.

Once he was finished, Diavolo gushed at how beautiful it was, how beautiful it made her feel.

That's when a red flag was raised. The butler said he was glad she like it and told her that she didn't need to rush into work this morning, that she could have the morning off.

Barbatos was always stressing the importance of getting her paperwork done on time and not slacking.

Something felt...wrong to the Avatar of Pride.

Dia asked if he would do Audriana's hair just like hers so mother and daughter could match and of course the butler agreed.

As the mom left to go wake up her daughter, Lucifer turned to the other man.

"Somethings going on." He said, staring into the butler the eyes.

Barb said nothing and remained as composed as ever.

"Barbatos, if this affects my fiancée then you need to tell me so I can help her."

The butler pursed his lips. He thought about last night at dinner, how the man before him did not rush the princess to tell him what she learned from her father and instead gave her time to destress like she needed.

He stared at Lucifer, not as a butler protecting his Lady, but as an older brother protecting his sister

And still decided Lucifer was trustworthy enough to help.

"King Marik...is dying." The butler said simply. "That is why he woke up early; he does not want his daughter to know yet and I personally believe she cannot handle such news right now."

That...explained a lot. It did not excuse how the man treated and spoke to his daughter, but it at least helped the Avatar of Pride understand it better.

King Marik was a man running out of time and likely had some agenda he was trying to achieve before the last fleck of sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass, so to speak.

Diavolo had every right to know what was happening to her father...yet Barbatos was correct; she wouldn't be able to handle this news.

Not to mention her pregnancy and she really couldn't afford to be too stressed out right now. So much can go wrong in the first trimester and it would practically destroy the woman if she miscarried and lost the child, especially while knowing her father won't be here much longer.

So yes...Diavolo had every right to know...yet she can't. Not now.

The butler could tell from the look in Lucifer's eyes that he understood.

"We need to keep her as relaxed as possible for the time being." He insisted. "My lady needs only happy thoughts right now."

Luce pursed his lips, but nodded.

"Understood."

That was when the mom came in, carrying a half asleep Audri.

"Barbie, make me look pretty like Mama." The little girl yawned and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Of course, my dear." Barb smiled at the child.

It was Diavolo's smile that light up the room though. The woman looked so excited and carefree

And her fiancé must do everything to protect her and those good feelings inside of her.

Once the butler was done braiding Audriana's hair, the family went and had a nice breakfast together (though Satan was a bit late to joining them, but the parents forgave the troubled blonde quickly).

From there, the little family took a stroll through the garden, an activity the father managed to convince his son to partake in, to Audriana's pure zeal.

It was a mostly pleasant stroll, except for when the little girl almost got eaten by the giant Venus Flytrap 😅

Satan caught her though! Just before the plant reached out to snap her into its mouth.

The child, suprisely enough, wasn't the least bit scared. She giggled, told it 'silly leafy!' and asked Satan if they could do that again (and obviously got a hard no from her older brother, causing the child to pout).

Luckily, the stroll was otherwise calming and uneventful. And I guess...no harm, no foul? So overall, the family saw it as a pleasant time.

Then it was time for Audriana to start her schooling for the day. Barbatos came and led her back to the classroom while Satan decided to retire to his room.

Diavolo ended up deciding that she should probably get some work done and was thrilled when Lucifer offered to help her. In truth, the pride demon has been waiting to be able to get back into working and with Audriana being taught by Barbatos, the father finally had time to do just that.

The princess was incredibly happy to have her fiancé there to help her as she worked.

Lucifer say in the desk chair while his love sat on his lap. Like this, the princess always had the man's arms around her as she worked. It didn't make things easy for the man to do his own paperwork, but in truth, him being there was more for his love than it was about the papers.

Dia would often stop and say she needed more of his affection to continue this 'arduous task' of paperwork and her fiancé would give a small chuckle before indulging in each and every one of her requests.

When it was time for the man to leave so he could meet his son at the library, the woman had a tough time letting him go. She just felt so happy, so complete with him that she didn't want this time to end.

Leaving her was a slow process, every move he made needing to be accompanied by a kiss or sweet word towards his fiancée, but eventually he found him up and untangled from the woman, reluctantly leaving her side.

Still, she was happy. This day has been wonderful so far and she was grateful that Lucifer spent as much time with her as he did.

If she were to discover why he did though, about what he and her brother-figure were hiding...it would devastate her.

Her fiancé didn't like keeping secrets from her...but he was determined to protect her.

[lausterholes]

Sugar daddy Hcs | Giorno, Diavolo, Risotto

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Sorry for my thirst for Sugar daddy things. I aged up everyone into the current time’s age. (Giorno is 35, Diavolo is around 52? and Risotto is 47) I just really have something for older men asfadfdaf. 

Warning: not sfw/ (a lot of) age gap/ sugar daddy-baby relationship.

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Sugar Daddy!Giorno Giovanna (35)

▀  After he became the don of the greatest mafia in Italy. Giorno just stressed out with many things he had to deal with. It’s not that he’s going to toss his work away anyway, it’s a part of his life now. He has been fulfilling his role as the boss perfectly for nineteen years. Everything went faultlessly within those hands.

▀ Except for only one thing, lover. Basically, Giorno never cares about having any girl by his side. But this makes Mista genuinely feels that his don may get too stressed. He talked about this to Giorno sometimes, but the don just brushed it off.

▀ Until one day, the new problem happens in Naples. The gangsters that he had been caught his eyes on for so long caused huge trouble to the tourist. Giorno may let them go this time, but the problem is- they hurt one family that just happens to be the innocent, they tried to help and call the police, but end up beaten instead.

▀ Giorno annoyed by their unreasonable antics. Not just that- the gangsters pretend to be victims and claim for damage. Okay, that’s too much. Giorno had to step in, already decides to have someone dead. They were suspected to be traitors anyway.

▀ You, the child of the said family, are unpleasant about this. You have to pay so much for your parents’ treatment and yet- you have to pay for those bastards too, you almost get harassed, so you fight back. But you ended up looking like a culprit instead.

▀ When Giorno learned about you, he just gave a visit to the hospital right after he eliminates those scumbags. When he saw you, frowning at him- he just introduces himself and apologizes. You tried to ignore him, but Giorno catches the sadness and uneasiness in your eyes. He knew that you have struggled with the state you’re in- you lost a lot of money for these, but you have to pay for tuition too.

▀ Giorno genuinely felt bad for you, he offers to pay all of your parents’ medical treatment cost. When you denied him dismally. Giorno change the offer, he said that he will help you, but if you work with him. You hesitated but agree anyway. You just can’t let him help you for free, you don’t want to pay him back later.

▀ It started with simple tasks, such as arranging the documents, make Giorno a cup of coffee, or maybe just help him take care of his garden. Giorno didn’t expect any kind of bond, but he sure is enjoying your company. And so do you.

▀ Then, he started to spend more time with you- talking about so many things, taking you to his favorite restaurant, having a deep conversation. Giorno didn’t know what to do, you’re so young compared to him, he’s almost middle age while you’re only a college student.

▀ Unexpectedly, you confessed your idea of being his sugar baby first. And Giorno just stays silent for a bit- only for you to almost cry of shame. He just started to tease you, doesn’t he?

▀ That’s when your relationship starts. Giorno pays a lot of money on you, including your tuition cost. Or maybe just after getting intimacy with you, he inserts money in your undergarment.

▀ Always nagging you when you want to buy something you like. But purchase it anyway. Maybe he uses this against you for punishment in the bedroom.

▀ On the bed, he’s eager and not so vanilla. But your feelings have to come first- he makes sure you feel good and always reach your climax. Extra point if you call him daddy, this man will ram into you and will spoil you rotten the next day.

▀ Sometimes he bought you a pair of lingerie that seems to fit you. If you decided to wear it someday. Giorno definitely will treat you like daddy’s little princess and reward you what you deserve.

▀ 10 out of 10 sugar daddy.

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Diavolo (52)

▀ Even for someone who’s fifty-two years old, he’s still hot like his old day.

▀ Diavolo is a very cautious man. He always deletes his traits and identity. Almost being fully anonymous. But is it wrong for a man who wants to be unknown to have a desire? No, of course. Diavolo still craving for touch as a human being.

▀ But he had to choose wisely for someone to being his mistress, his possession. Someone that he could truly trust, or else he had to kill right after he finished. 

▀ And his eyes caught on you, a young girl that enters passione to find extra money to pay off her own tuition cost. One day, you started your normal routine like ever. But this day, when you spot a pink-haired man in front of your college’s gate, he just approached you and said that he wants to talk to you about something in passione, his name was Doppio, he told you.

▀ You agree to come along with him. This guy looks too innocent to be one of the boss’s reliable allies. But you guess that it won’t hurt if you heard him what’s the matter he wants to talk about.

▀ Of course, Diavolo only sees you as a way to relieve himself. But more and more the conversation between Doppio and you go on, Diavolo sparked some interest. Not only because you seem devoted to what you believe and really good at keeping secret, but because you have lesser power than him, he could easily manage this.

▀ Doppio finally touches the base. He told you that his boss wants to meet you in person. You questioned why, Doppio a little embarrassed to say it- so Diavolo takes a place instead, then said. “He wants your company, maybe tomorrow, .”

▀ When you arrived at the location where Doppio hand you. You weren’t sure about this- you didn’t know anything about your boss. Did you do something wrong? Did he trick you into this? You weren’t sure for real.

▀ The security was safest of the safe, if there’s disaster outside, you assured that he’ll be totally fine. You nervously entered his room. The room was dark and really cold. Even you embrace yourself, you couldn’t warm up.

▀ You heard his voice aloud in the deepest corner, demand you come closer. You were afraid of what might happen, but it’ll be better to listen to your boss.

▀ He started a conversation with you, making you feel as comfortable as he can. While the conversation goes on, Diavolo crept closer to you, showing his longing feeling that you must be the one to fulfill it. He knew that you have some trouble with your tuition fees and needs in your life you couldn’t afford, he might help you. That’s why you agree.

▀ You were loyal like a dog, keeping secret deep in your mind. The mysterious relationship with the most cautious mafia boss is something you never expected to have. Diavolo really pleased with you, he never played favorite before, but now he is.

▀ Diavolo is rough and such a selfish bastard. He treated you like he owns you as his personal fuck toy. All the nights you spend are nothing more than rough sex. Once he finished- he may lead you to a pillow talk or just leave you on his bed and go bathing.

▀ Diavolo likes the idea of dressing you up as he pleased, feeling completely own you.

▀ When you’re underneath him, call him daddy, and you’ll get the best orgasm you’d had. Maybe sometime, he might get carried away and end up driving you into the oblivion.

▀ Spoiled you rotten, but he’s rough and you feel quite awkward. 7/10

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Risotto Nero (47)

▀ Oh boy. The best sugar daddy is here. Even compare to the other two, he still a little broke. But trust me, he is better for your mental health.

▀ Imagine about Risotto’s ideal wife. Usually, this man doesn’t specific his type of girl. At this age, Risotto started to think about retirement and family. He wants to go back to Sicily and lived a normal life he could ever have since he was eighteen.

▀ Maybe Risotto just really hoped that he could really find someone.

▀ While some of his teammates retired and got replaced by the new ones, he’s still there, being a capo every now and then. Leading the team as he always did in the past. But really? His path couldn’t be changed, but he can retire anytime he wants though.

▀ Then, he met you. The newest member of passione, so young, but mature and free. He wants to treat you like any other, but you’re so attractive in his eyes. He’s a little guilty of that. You seem like you haven’t finished your college yet. He doesn’t even know other than being awkward when you two are alone. Such a big himbo.

▀ Risotto is not a guy you could read like an open book, that’s why you always keep your professionalism with him all the time. But when you learned a glimpse of his fonding toward you, you shall be the one that opens your heart first.

▀ You spend more time with your capo, he’s much older than you, yes, but that’s not making him less attractive. But that’s how it starts, awkward tea time and a little conversation.

▀ One day, Risotto said that he’ll afford you anything you’d like to have. Even you could pay with your own money, Risotto suggests that you should save it for good. He even let you use his credit card, you really appreciate this- but isn’t he too generous for you?

▀ Once he gets comfortable with you more, Risotto started being like himself again. All cool and discreet. Risotto at this age is someone you would head over heels with. Not just his attractive older figure, but also his personality that even more sensible. You just couldn’t enough of him.

▀ He is a busy man but can meet you several times a month. The meeting doesn’t always end up with sex, maybe just a conversation with a good dinner.

▀ Risotto expected you to call him daddy during the intercourse, he doesn’t react with his words, neither with his expression. Looks like he doesn’t care, but his movement said otherwise, Risotto would actually break you along with the bedpost that keeps slamming onto the wall. He loves it.

▀ He might let you queening him as a reward for being a good girl. His tongue feels like heaven, each stroke driving you insane. And you wouldn’t dare to be naughty with him, would you? Or else you’ll be roughly fucked your brain out.

▀ The aftercare with Risotto is the best, he’ll do anything to please you. Drink? check. Food? check. Comfy bed? check. Bath? check. All the things you need are already prepared by him.

▀ As soon as you okay with it, maybe Risotto might make you a real wife of his, then he can peacefully retire and live the rest of his life with you.

▀ 10/10 recommend.

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[justcallmefox89]

Truth or Dare Part 8 - Mammon’s Ending

During a private meeting Diavolo makes Arianthi a tempting offer while Mammon’s jealousy spirals out of control.  With the end of the exchange program looming Arianthi has major decisions to make.

NSFW - blowjob, public hookup

TWs - potential triggers for those who have had experiences with physical violence.

Written from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi. 

Mood List:

Snakehips & MO - Don’t Leave Trixie Whiteley - Breathe You In My Dreams Cigarettes After Sex - Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby The 1975 - Somebody Else Brandon Flowers -  I Can Change

Solomon strides confidently into Diavolo’s office and I follow behind, making a conscious effort to hide in his shadow.  Diavolo has his head down, rifling through some paperwork.  Solomon and I each silently take a seat in the two chairs in front of his desk, waiting on him to acknowledge our presence.  

After a few more minutes he looks up at us.  

“Hello Solomon,” Diavolo says, giving him a polite nod.  

“Diavolo.”  Solomon smiles placidly.

“Hey princess.”  He gives me a soft smile, the nickname slipping out easily.  He flushes and looks back down at his desk.

“Hi Dia.”  I fidget with cuffs of my jacket, guilt coiling in my stomach.  

Diavolo looks pale, deep purple smudges beneath his eyes.  Despite his enormous size he seems smaller somehow, diminished, all his natural charisma muted. 

Solomon swoops in to save the day.  “Did you need to speak with us about the exchange program?”  

Bless you, you sweet sweet man.  I thought I was going to suffocate in my own awkwardness.

“Yes.  Yes, about the program.”  Diavolo clears his throat.  “I was hoping I could convince both of you to extend your stay in the Devildom.”

Solomon and I shoot a quick glance at each other, matching looks of confusion on our faces.  

“How do you mean?”  He asks.

Diavolo regards us both seriously.  “This first experiment into the exchange program has been far more successful than I had even hoped.  We will be increasing our number of exchange students during the next session.  Solomon, I would like you to stay on as a professor of sorts, teaching magic to the new human students.”

Solomon’s mouth drops open.  “I would be honored to extend my stay here.”

Diavolo nods, a smile on his lips.  He turns to me.  “Arianthi, I would like to ask you to stay on as an ambassador between the demons, angels, and humans.  You seem to have a unique ability to get along with just about anyone.  I think you would be the ideal person for the job.”

I think I’m in shock.  

I can stay in the Devildom.  I can stay with Mammon.  With the rest of my friends.  

“For real?  Like, for real, for real?”

Diavolo chuckles.  “For real princess.  I wouldn’t tease you like that.”  

The nickname again.  The easy banter.  As glad as I am to see a glimpse of the old Diavolo, I’m not sure this level of familiarity is good for either one of us.  I don’t think about it for too long though, the joy of getting to stay with Mammon drowning out all my other thoughts.

“Yes!  Absolutely yes!  I would love to stay!”  I say excitedly, bouncing a little in my seat.

Diavolo grins.  “Fantastic.  I will have the paperwork drawn up and have Barbatos deliver it to you in a few days for your signatures.  And of course you both can continue your Devildom studies while working around your new responsibilities. ” 

Solomon and I stand up to leave, but Diavolo speaks up, stopping us.  “Arianthi, if you could stay a minute?  There is something I’d like to discuss with you.”

I plop back down in my chair, looking at Solomon anxiously.  He sends me a cheeky wave and a look that says I’m clearly on my own.  Once the office doors have closed behind him, Diavolo crosses to the front of his desk.  He pulls the unoccupied visitor's chair closer to mine and sits down, facing me.  

Before I can say anything Diavolo takes my right hand in his much larger ones, slipping the ring he gave me for my birthday on my ring finger.  

“You left this behind when you moved out of the castle,” he says reproachfully.  

“It didn’t seem right to keep it,” I mumble, gently tugging my hand free of his.

He looks at me earnestly.  “It was a gift.  Anything I give you I give without expectations.  I want you to keep it.  It makes me happy to think of you wearing it.”

I nod, unable to form a response.  

Mammon is going to hate this.

“Lucifer tells me that you and Mammon are doing quite well.  He says it’s rare to ever see you two apart,” Diavolo continues.  

“Keeping tabs on me Dia?”  I quirk an eyebrow at him.

He huffs out a small laugh.  “Nothing sinister I promise.  Just occasionally checking in to make sure the woman I love is happy.”

“Diavolo.”  I’m at a loss for words.

“Allow me that much Arianthi.  I truly am happy for you and Mammon.  It’s a rare thing for a demon to find a love as pure as what the two of you share.”  Despite the smile on his face, Diavolo’s eyes betray his pain.

“Thank you Diavolo,” I whisper, not trusting my voice.

He shakes his head.  “Don’t.  I do it for my peace of mind.  I need to know that you’re safe and loved, even if it’s not by me.”  

He stands up.  “I’ve taken up enough of your morning.” 

I stand up and follow him to the door.  He stops before opening it.  “Once the paperwork is finalized and you’ve told Mammon your decision, I would like to put together a little something for you and Solomon.  Maybe a party?”

“I think that would be fun.”  I smile up at him, then open the door.  I’m halfway through before Diavolo catches my attention.

“Arianthi?”

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t let Mammon get his hands on that ring.”  He smirks at me and I laugh.  

“I’ll keep it safe,”  I say, before I slip out the door.

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Mammon wanders out of the student council meeting, impatient to see Arianthi after her meeting with Diavolo.  He stops in surprise, seeing Solomon chatting with Simeon and the chihuahua.  

She didn’t message me.  

Jealousy starts to creep up.

“Oi!  Solomon!”  He narrows in on the sorcerer, ignoring the angels completely.  “Where’s Arianthi?”

Solomon raises his eyebrows, affecting a surprised expression.  

“She didn’t message you yet?  Diavolo asked her to stay behind for a private conversation.  They must still be .............. speaking.”  He lingers on the last word, his tone hinting at something unspeakably lewd.

Mammon grits his teeth and pushes past the group, heading for Diavolo’s office.  

Damn it.  Damn him.  Arianthi is MY girl. 

Simeon turns to Solomon, a disappointed look on his face.  “That wasn’t very kind Solomon.  You shouldn’t rile him up like that.  You know Arianthi would never betray him.”

“I know that.  I’m just wondering when Mammon’s going to figure that out, the jealous bastard.”  Solomon smirks.  “And it’s just too easy to push his buttons, especially when it comes to her.”

Luke and Simeon both give him a scandalized look, while he just shrugs, a self-satisfied smile playing across his lips. 

Mammon storms through the hallways towards Diavolo’s office, stopping short when he sees the door is cracked open.  He hesitates, remembering the last time he walked in on Arianthi and Diavolo.  Despite his best attempts that memory is still burned into his mind, affecting his intimate moments with Arianthi at the worst times.  

She’s been nothing but patient with me though.

He frowns, jealousy overtaking him, and moves closer to the door.  He catches snatches of their conversation.  

“Woman I love........happy.....told Mammon your decision.....a party........sounds fun........don’t let Mammon........ring.”  

Then he hears Arianthi’s soft laugh, and a jealous rage crawls up his spine, clouding his vision and sparking fury in his veins.  

Mine.  MY human.  MY girl.

Mammon hears the door begin to open wider and quickly steps back out of sight. 

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I close the door to Diavolo’s office and pull out my D.D.D. to message Mammon, thrilled to tell him the good news, hoping he’ll be as happy as I am.  A hand wraps around my wrist before I even manage to open the messaging app, and I let out a yelp as I feel myself being pulled forcefully down the hallway.  I look up and see Mammon, mouth pressed into a thin line, more angry than I’ve ever seen him.

“Mammon?  Mammon what’s wrong?  Did something happen?”  Concerned, I start to run through worst case scenarios.  

Did something happen to one of his brothers?  To Goldie?  Did he get sucked into a new pact with some witches?  That will be a major pain in the ass to deal with.........  

He refuses to answer, eyes darting around but never looking at me.

I start to struggle against his grip.  “Mammon!  Mammon stop!  What’s going on?”

He finds an empty classroom and pushes me inside unceremoniously, slamming the door shut behind us.

“What in the hell has gotten into you?”  I hiss, worry quickly shifting into anger.  

He presses me against the door, pinning me with his body, staring down at me with a coldness I’ve never seen before.  “Wanna tell me what ya were doing in Diavolo’s office?  Alone with him?”

I open my mouth to answer, to try to calm him down, reassure him, but he cuts me off before I get a chance.  

“He still loves ya, huh?  How long have you known that?  And what decision do ya gotta tell me about?”  

He grabs my hand. 

“I see you’re wearin’ his ring again,” he snarls.  “And what was he talkin’ about when he said “don’t let Mammon”?  Don’t let me what, huh?”

Ok, he’s jealous.  He’s insecure.  

I understand, given the circumstances.  I take a deep breath, closing my eyes.  

“Open your damn eyes and look at me,” Mammon growls low in his throat.  

My eyes fly open in shock.  Even when we were fighting, I’ve never heard his voice like that.  Low.  Dangerous.  Close to losing control and giving into his sin. 

“Hey!”  I raise my voice, jabbing him in the chest with one finger.  His eyes snap up to meet mine.  

Good.  Got your attention.  

“You need to calm down.”

“No, you need to start giving me some damn -”

I lift my hand up and softly press it against his mouth.  “Mammon, baby, I know that you’re upset but you can’t talk to me like this.  You need to get it together because I have something really important to tell you.”

All the jealousy and rage drain out of him, insecurity rapidly taking its place.  His shoulders hunch and he voice goes small.  “Are ya leavin’ me?”

“What? No!”  I shout. 

 Mammon flinches a little at the volume of my voice.  

“No.  No, I am not.”  I inhale deeply.  

“Yes Mammon, Diavolo said he loves me.  And I’m currently wearing the ring because he just gave it back to me. I left it at the castle when I moved out, but he wants me to keep it.   And he doesn’t want you to get your hands on it because it’s mine, it was a gift, and he probably doesn’t want you to pawn it because you’re feeling jealous.”  

He shrinks a little under my stern gaze.

“I’m not going to wear the ring, but it was a gift and a reminder of my time here, so I’ll have Lucifer put it in his safe.”  

I reach up to push some of Mammon’s hair out of his eyes, and loop my hands around his neck.  

“I can’t do anything about Diavolo still having feelings for me.  But it doesn’t mean much when I’m in love with you.”  I give him a quick series of kisses all over his face.

“Ya really mean that?”  Mammon scrunches his eyebrows together.

I rub my nose against his.  “Of course I do.  You’re THE Great Mammon and I love you with all my heart.”

He drops his head on my shoulder.  “Fuck, I am such an idiot.  I can’t believe I lost it like that.  I’m so sorry baby.  Just knowin’ ya were alone with him, and hearin’ him say he still loved ya.....”  

I press a kiss in his hair.  “You really are my greedy, jealous demon aren’t you?”

I run my fingers across the back of his neck in what I hope is a soothing motion.

He pulls back and takes my hand in his, pressing soft kisses along my wrist.  “Did I hurt ya when I grabbed ya?”

I shake my head.  “I’m fine.”  

I suddenly remember my good news.  I wrap my arms around Mammon’s waist and kiss his neck.  “Hey baby, guess what?”

“What?”  He asks, returning my embrace.

“Diavolo wants me to stay in the Devildom.”  

Mammon tenses at Diavolo’s name.  

“He wants me to stay as an ambassador for the exchange program.  I don’t have to go back to the human realm.  I can stay here, with you.”

Mammon is totally silent and I move back so I can see his face.  “Unless you don’t want me to?”

He pushes me against the door roughly, claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss.  His tongue touches mine, stroking for just a moment, before he trails kisses along my jaw and down to my neck, his breath hot against my skin.  His nips at my neck, fangs out, then sucks on the spot hard before soothing it with a soft lick of his tongue.

I let of a small yelp, instinctively burying one hand into his silky hair and giving a sharp tug.  

“I can’t believe you get to stay.”  Mammon murmurs against my neck, in between kisses and small bites.  “MY human.  MY girl.  Staying with me because she WANTS to.  All mine, and everybody is gonna know it.  I’m so greedy for ya Arianthi.  I never wanna let ya go.  I crave ya, need ya like I need air.”

I bite my lip to stop a small scream when Mammon nips hard at my pulse point and slides one hand under my uniform skirt and between my thighs.  

“Now you never have to,” I breathe.  

He’s never been like this before.  I’m not complaining though.  I’ve been waiting a long time for him to touch me like this.  But.......

I wiggle a little, and Mammon’s hands and mouth stop their exploratory trails.  

“What’s wrong?  I can stop if ya don’t like it.”  He looks at me worriedly.

I huff out a laugh.  “No, I definitely like.  This seems a little, no, a lot sudden, since you’ve only wanted to kiss so far.”  

I tuck a lock of unruly white hair behind his ear.  “I’m not sure I want to do this if you’re just doing this because you were jealous.  I don’t want you to regret it later.”

He puts his hands on my hips, and brings his mouth down to my neck.  “It’s not just because of that.  I’ve wanted ya for so long and I’m tired of waiting.  Tired of bein’ afraid you’re gonna change your mind about me.  Tired of second guessing everything.  You’re everything to me and I’m yours as long as ya want me.”  

The warmth of his mouth and the vibration of his words against my neck send a delicious shiver up my spine.  

“Forever.  Forever is good for me,” I murmur into his hair.

Mammon looks up, blue eyes locking on to mine.  “Works for me.”  

He lifts me up, hands under my thighs, and presses my back against the door.  On instinct I wrap my legs around his waist.  He groans and rolls his hips against me, and I feel just how hard he is.  His mouth captures mine in a searing kiss, tongue and teeth insistent and relentless.  When we finally break apart I’m seeing stars.

I laugh breathlessly as Mammon drops kisses from my neck down to my chest, taking the collar of my shirt between his teeth and tugging on it.  

“Hey!  I want you too but I am not having my first time with you be in a R.A.D. classroom.”

Mammon whines and nuzzles his head against my shoulder, rolling his hips against me again.  “Baby.......”  

My poor greedy little demon.  It really would be cruel to leave him in this state for the rest of the day.  

“Put me down.”

Mammon obeys immediately, and I quickly switch positions with him, pressing him against the door while reaching behind him to click the lock. 

“W-w-what are ya doin’?”  He stutters, the tips of his ears turning red.  “Ya said ya didn’t wanna-”

“I may not want to fuck you right here, but there are plenty of other things I can do to for my greedy boy,” I whisper in his ear before taking his earlobe between my teeth and giving it a sharp nip.

“Fuuuuuck,” he whines, bucking his hips.

I kiss down his jaw, lingering on his lips, then move to his neck, alternating between love bites and soft kisses.  When I reach his collarbone I give his skin a slow swipe of my tongue, then bite down hard, hard enough to leave a deep crimson mark.  Mammon yelps, hands gripping tight on my waist.  

I move back up to his mouth and run a finger over the bite while I whisper against his lips.  “That’s going to leave such a pretty mark, baby.  And everyone is going to know who left it on you.  Do you like that?”

He nods eagerly, moving in to kiss me.  I allow him only the briefest brush of our lips before pulling away.  He whimpers, wanting more.  

“I need you to be a good boy and use your words for me,”  I say as I palm his erection through his pants. 

Mammon throws his head back, eyes closed tight.  

“Y-yeah.  I l-l-like that a lot baby.  It feels so good-”  He groans as I tighten my grip on him.  “More.  More,” he demands, arching against my palm.  

I move my hand away, and he cries out at the loss of contact.

I press two fingers against his lips.  “Shhhh, my love.  I need you to be good and be quiet for me.  Otherwise people might find us and see you like this, one of the lords of the Devildom whining and begging for his human to touch him.”  

I work my hands under his shirt and drag my fingernails down his chest and over his stomach.  I feel his muscles twitch and shake under my touch.

Mammon’s eyes are shut tight and he shakes his head in frustration.  “Don’t care.......don’t care.  Please... baby I need ya.”

I smirk.  “Well in that case.”  

I bite down on his pulse point and my hands start working on his belt buckle.  

His eyes fly open and he lets out a breathy gasp.  “W-what are ya doin’?”

I start working his pants down over his hips.  

“I was going to get on my knees for THE Great Mammon but if you don’t want me to....”  I trail off as I take a half-step back.

He growls and yanks me closer to him.  “Don’t ya even think about stoppin’ now.  Finish what ya started.”

“Yes sir,” I murmur, giving him a light kiss.

Mammon’s eyes roll back as he groans.  “Drivin’ me crazy,”  he mumbles. 

He quickly shrugs out of his jacket, folding it quickly and shoving it into my hands.  I stare at him, confused.  

“For your knees.”  His cheeks turn pink.

Even as a horny mess Mammon is so thoughtful of me.  I give him a rough kiss.  

“God I love you.”  I put his jacket on the ground, then kneel, working his pants down his legs as I go.

He runs his fingers through my hair, hands settling on the back of my head.  He looks down at me through half-lidded eyes, darkened with lust.  

“Love you too,” he replies, his voice hoarse. 

I run my hands down his thighs, following with the occasional kiss.  Mammon makes small sounds of appreciation, fingers moving restlessly through my hair.  His erection is straining against his boxers, a wet circle of pre-cum leaking through the thin fabric.  I mouth his cock through the fabric, grabbing his ass to keep his hips still. 

He whines loudly, bucking against my tight hold.  “Come on.... please, please, please,” he begs.

I smirk, looking up at him through my lashes.  His eyes are closed, head thrown back, face flushed with desire as he bites down on his lower lip.  I grip the waistband of his boxers with my teeth and tug them down, freeing his cock.  

Oh, Christmas has come early.  

Starting at the base of his cock, I move my tongue in a long, slow swipe up the sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft.

“Yeesssss,” Mammon hisses, leaning back against the door for support.

I spit into one hand and start to stroke him while taking the tip of his cock in my mouth, sucking and licking like it’s my favorite lollipop.  Mammon rocks his hips against my mouth in a silent plea to take him deeper.  

I remove my hand and slowly take more of his cock in my mouth.  It takes some work; he’s not at long as Diavolo, but he is thicker.  I hold him in the warmth of my mouth for a minute, then pull back and suck in a deep breath.  

“Baby,” he whines loudly, arching his hips towards me.

I drop of soft kiss on the head of his cock.  “Such a greedy, greedy boy.”  

I swirl my tongue around him, bringing my hand back up to stroke his shaft.  

“Fuck baby, just like that,” he breathes out.  “So good, so fucking good.”

Encouraged by his praise I increase my pace, eventually resting my hands on his thighs so I’m only working him with my mouth.  Drool runs down my chin and drips off his cock, and my throat is beginning to get sore from repeatedly taking him so deep.  It’s all worth it to hear his whimpers of pleasure, words of praise, and whines of need when I pull away for a second to breathe.  

After he gives one particularly inventive curse, I hum in amusement with his cock still in my mouth and his whole body shudders at the sensation.  

Oh.  Oh my.  What an interesting development.  

I do a little more scientific research, humming as my mouth slides up and down his cock. 

I feel the muscles in his thighs begin to flex and tighten as his breathing becomes harsher, his moans a little breathier.  

“Baby, baby I’m gonna, I’m -”  He tries to pull back, but I grip the back of his thighs and hold him deep in my mouth, continuing my movements.

“Fuck!”  He thrusts his hips against my mouth and I taste something warm, salty, and thick as he releases in my mouth.  I don’t swallow immediately, waiting until I’m sure he’s looking down at me.  His eyes are open, pupils blown wide and a thin sheen of sweat covers his face.  His chest heaves as he attempts to slow down his breathing.  I open my mouth wide, making sure he can see his cum coating my tongue, then swallow, opening my mouth after and sticking my tongue out to make sure he sees I swallowed all of it.  

“Holy shit.”  Mammon slumps back against the door, unable to decide what to do first.  I scoot forward a little and use my tongue to lick him clean, removing any last traces of his orgasm.  He whimpers at the sensation and squirms a little at the over stimulation of his softening cock.

Once I’m satisfied he’s all cleaned up I stand, pulling his boxers and pants up as I go.  I buckle his belt and then pick up his jacket from the ground, shaking off any dirt and smoothing out any wrinkles.  He reaches for me, bringing our bodies flush together. 

“Ya really are something else, human,” he says, before giving me a kiss.  I can feel his smile against my lips.  

“It was good then?”  I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing in his scent and melting against him.

I can feel his breath ruffle my hair as he huffs out a soft laugh.  “I’m ready to marry ya tonight after that.  And now I’m even more impatient to get ya in my bed.”

I giggle against him, dropping kisses over the red marks I left on his neck.  “Well there’s nothing stopping you from doing that when we get home.”

His arms tighten around me.  “I say we skip out for the rest of the day.  I wanna get ya home now.” 

I laugh and softly push away from him.  “Tonight, my greedy demon.  And we need to tell your brothers that I’m staying.  I hope they’ll be ok with it.”

Mammon shrugs into his jacket and puts an arm around my shoulders, unlocking the classroom door.  

“Are ya kiddin’?  They won’t care.  They all love ya.”  He pauses before adding, “But not as much as I do, ya know?  Like a little sister.”

“I know baby.  Should we just plan on telling them at dinner tonight?”  I snuggle closer to his side as we meandering through the R.A.D. hallways, ignoring the demons that still give us questioning looks, even after months together.

“Sounds good.”  Mammon drops one last kiss on the top of my head before we separate to go to our next classes.

Later that night at dinner we bide our time, waiting for the right opening to tell everyone else our news.  Still worked up from our encounter earlier in the day, Mammon touches me at every opportunity.  His hand on my thigh or creeping under my shirt to stroke the bare skin at my waist, kissing and nuzzling into my neck, making me giggle.  

Finally Lucifer has had enough.  “For the love of Diavolo can you take your hands off of Arianthi for one minute Mammon?  Some of us are trying to eat!” 

Mammon shoots Lucifer a dirty look, wrapping an arm tight around my waist and pulling me to him in defiance.  The move, combined with his strength, means I end up sitting in his lap, the eyes of all his brothers now on us.

“Mammon,” Lucifer’s voice has dropped an octave, irritation morphing into anger.

“Let them be,” Asmo chirps.  “I personally enjoy seeing them like this, all wrapped up in each other.”  

He shoots us a suggestive wink.

Mammon just ignores them both, hugging me tightly from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder.  I can feel him smile against my neck.  

“We got some good news for you guys,” he tells his brothers.

“Oh dear Diavolo.”  Lucifer visibly pales.  

Satan looks at us in alarm.  “Please tell me you’re not pregnant?”

Levi chokes.  “You’re pregnant?!” 

“What?”  Beel and Belphie ask in unison, looking at us with matching expressions of confusion.

Asmo is the only one who remains calm, probably remembering our conversation from this morning.

“Stupidity is genetic Arianthi,” Satan continues.  “I know you love him but I don’t think putting more of his genes out into the Devildom-”

“Satan!”  I cut him off with a dark look.  “Mammon is not stupid.  Apologize to your brother.”

Satan stares at me grumpily for a few seconds before he mumbles, “Sorry Mammon.”

“Thanks baby.”  Mammon whispers in my ear.  I squeeze his hand in response.

“But are you really pregnant?”  Poor Levi’s face is red and he looks like he’s close to hyperventilating.  

Probably worried about the possibility of a baby getting into his collectibles.  

I roll my eyes internally.  “I’m not pregnant Levi.”  

The brothers’ shoulders visibly relax.  

“Yet,” Mammon says from behind me.  I can hear the smirk in his voice.

The other six tense up again.  

“Not helping Mammon.”  I try to scold him, but I can’t keep the smile off my face.  

Yet?

“I’m not pregnant.”  I repeat.  “With no plans in the near future to get pregnant.” 

“Awww,” Mammon whines.  

I lightly pinch his thigh.  

“Ok, ok,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face into my shoulder.

I look around at the other six lords of the Devildom, demons I had come to view as family.  

I hope they’re as excited as we are.  

I take a deep breath.  “Diavolo has offered me a position with the exchange program.  I’d be an ambassador to the exchange students, and I’d still get to continue my Devildom studies.  I’ve accepted, which means I don’t have to return to the human realm.  I can stay here, with Mammon and you guys.  Permanently.”  

Mammon’s brothers stare at us for a moment, seemingly shocked into silence for the first time since I’ve met them.  Then pandemonium breaks out at the dinner table.

[oddlovergirl]

Trish Una Headcanons

Here we go; here are my headcanons on the seemingly haughty but really kindhearted and increasingly self-confident pink-ette, Trish Una!

WARNING: There ARE spoilers and there is a mention of pregnancy, childbirth (both of which are what her mother Donatella had gone through when she had Trish, I assure you), and attempted filicide. Please proceed with caution if you haven’t got very far into the series that is JoJo and/or sensitive to certain things.

-           Her given name is actually Patrizia, with Trish being more of a nickname.

-           Just like her father Diavolo/Doppio, Trish was born in an unusual fashion (at least regarding the anime adaption which had the Boss and Donatella first meeting each other in June 1985, which was around the time Trish was born). A few days after spending time with the future Boss, Donatella (who showed absolutely no signs of pregnancy during that stretch of time) was out swimming by herself at the beach of Ischia, Campania when she found herself going from normal to fully pregnant within one day, abruptly giving birth to Trish alone in the same day. Though understandably shocked by this truly bizarre turn of events, Donatella was too soft to ditch her newborn daughter on the beach alone (especially since the baby looked so much like her lover who is believed to have died in a fire that destroyed a town where he lived at) and contacted her family to pick her up, lying to them that she found an infant abandoned near the beach. Due to the fact that the newborn has pink hair and looking pretty much like a dead ringer for her father (not to mention that giving birth a few days after having sex sounds too strange to be true), they completely bought it, allowing Donatella to adopt baby Trish as her daughter.

-           Trish had a ton of baby photos taken by her mother.

-           She is a normal high school student. Trish grew up entirely unaware of the circumstances of her birth, as Donatella didn’t want to distress her with the knowledge she’s technically a freak of nature.

-           Trish being rather quiet and aloof is actually her not being herself. Between her mother passing away recently, the discovery that she is related to Italy’s most terrifying mob boss, and that a rogue squadron of hitmen is coming after her to use as ransom against the aforementioned mob boss who turns out to wanting to have her killed just to protect his identity, yeah, Trish is understandably NOT having a good time (especially after I recently watched Meti Not the Bad Guy’s “Beauty of Trish”, regarding the fact that Trish not only fully suspected the whole time that she was being brought to her own execution but also had accepted her own death. Jeez…)… It was only after Diavolo is defeated by Giorno and GER that she can finally take a breather and show her truly more lighthearted personality.

-           She likes chick flicks and comedy-drama films, given that her favorite actors are Gwyneth Paltrow and Marcello Mastroianni.

-           Her favorite bands are the Spice Girls and the Backstreet Boys.

-           When Trish was little, she used to play sing-a-long with her mother. It helps that she has a good singing voice, which she also got from her mother. That would explain why she became a pop singer in Purple Haze Feedback.

[softlilacmoonlight]

Everybody x Reader - Part One (Angst Warning)

Everybody knew what would happen. Everybody knew it would come. Of course, the end would come. The end is inevitable, but they never thought that it would come this fast. The end of the exchange program was here, and it was time for everyone to go home. Here are some background (inner) thoughts and feelings.

Lucifer:

It feels like a dream. The poor guy can't get a break. He feels like it's his duty to... subtly... hold everybody together. Top all of that off with the fact he's overworking himself to keep his mind off of you. Bad situation. His sleep schedule has once more declined, to a point that is even worse than it was before you left. He constantly sees, hears, and relates everything to you. He has always been hyper-vigilant of everything and everybody in the house. It made him feel like he could be in control and protect everybody, and you were no exception to the rules (well, you almost always were but he digresses). "(Y/N)... no... come back. I'm so sorry for everything. Please come back. You're the only one who I can truly love and trust. My pride is nothing when you're around. You are my walking pride, my love. Please come back... come home."

Mammon:

He's absolutely stopped in his tracks. He can't even comprehend that you're gone, and when he finally does it's not pretty. Lots and lots of tears. The house is going to be barren of kleenexes for a while. He goes out almost every day and gambles away what little he does have, but he doesn't care. It's something to do outside of the torture of the House of Lamentations. He also has a habit of getting himself drunk, and subsequently getting himself yelled at by Lucifer. His only comeback was that he couldn't handle the loss, and surprisingly Lucifer put a blanket around his shoulder and gently told him to go and sober up. "Nonononononononono! Stay! There's no need for you to go home! Isn't this your home too? Don'tcha wanna stay? We had so much fun! We can continue to have fun! Just... p-please... don't a-abandon me like everyone e-else."

Leviathan:

Levi's first reaction is to lock himself in his room and go into full denial. Eventually, he lets the cold exterior melt off and his true colors became fully transparent. Much like his brothers, he submerges himself in his activities: video games, comic cons updates, and other otaku-related things. He doesn't leave his room for days on end, and when he does it's only for food and water. He's jealous of every human who even gets to see your beautiful face in the human realm, but his biggest regret is never going out and doing anything with you. Even his precious Ruri-chan can't do anything to ease his heartache. "I-I don't c-care. Y-You're just a n-normie. It d-doesn't m-matter. I have p-plenty of friends o-online. I-I don't n-need y-you. I-I... need you. Please! Please! C-Come h-home! I-I still don't k-know so m-much about you. I-I should have been l-less selfish. I should have t-tried to g-get to know y-you b-better."

Satan:

(Goes into his bedroom and throws a major tantrum.) Basically, this man just lost his anger translator and when that happens... bad things happen. Once more Lucifer finds himself on the receiving end of pranks, but not normal pranks. His pranks become harsher, his anger showing through them. He has also raided the bookstore more times than Beel raided the kitchen fridge in the past year. Which is definitely an impressive feat in and of itself. You'll find that his precious book pages are covered in teardrop stains. You taught him to love, to be truly calm, and so much more. Please, bring back the anger translator for everybody's sake. "Come back, please? You're the eye of the hurricane. The calm. Please... come back. Please? We can do anything you want. Anything! I'll never deny you another walk. We can go wherever you want! Just please, come back."

Asmodeus:

Sad. Break. Up. Songs. So what if the boy didn't break up with her, the same general gist. Girl leaves boy, boy can't see girl, and ta-da it feels like a breakup has occurred. The boy doesn't party. He doesn't do his skin routine (which absolutely no one can tell), and he acts like he is an insomniac (fully evident in his overly sassy behavior). Basically, not like the Asmodeus, everybody knows. He wishes you would come back so he would have his spa, manicure, and pedicure buddy back. "(Y/N) you made me feel beautiful, inside and out. Come back. I promise I'll always tell you how beautiful you are. You are the most gorgeous being alive, even more than myself. Please... come back... I'll treat you like a princess. I p-promise."

Beelzebub:

Poor baby boy isn't hungry. He doesn't eat, except when forced. His workout routines skyrocket from an hour and a half to over three hours. If he's not working out then he's either crying, laying with Belphie to feel some semblance of peace, or at sports practice. Most of all, he misses your sweetness. You always could work out any situation, and even better you kept the peace and happiness of the house alive. "Please (Y/N), come home. Come back to your family. We... I need you. We can hang out just like the good old days. Get food, snuggle with Belphie, fall asleep watching movies, and more. Whatever you want, just name it. Just... come home to us, to me."

Belphie:

He honestly wonders if he kills everybody up there that you know if you'll come back to them. Just a thought. (Might want to text Beel a thank you for saving your family's lives.) He is very annoyed and confrontational about everything and everybody, except Beel. He wants to sleep to escape, but then he dreams about you. Then he wants to stay awake, but he's just so tired and things, places, and certain things constantly remind him of you. Basically, he is losing his precious sleep cause of you, but he isn't annoyed at you. He's just lonesome for you. "Mmmm... Oh, it was just a dream. (Y/N) isn't really here. Please come back. You would scold me for being so harsh, heh. Please come back... starlight."

Diavolo:

Big man = big heart. Almost chose to permanently kidnap you, but decided against it. He knew you were terribly homesick for your own family and friends, and just your world overall, so he let you go. After watching the brothers tearfully leave the meeting room of RAD, he too went home. He ordered Barbatos to leave him be and went into his room. He cries. He never got to tell you how much he cares for you, seeing as the brothers were always around, but now it was by far his greatest regret. He cries so much that he has puked before, and he very guiltily had to ask Barbatos for help with everything. He is a wreck. "Thank you for joining my adventure. I wish I had had the courage to ask you to join me on another. Maybe someday our paths will cross once more, but till then I will spend every waking moment thinking and dreaming of holding you close to me."

Barbatos:

This man is calm on the outside. Internally he is dying. He misses his son. He misses Luke with his whole being, and he misses you with his whole being. Barbatos will be in the kitchen and start talking as if you and Luke were present. He misses the gentle way you talk, or the way your head would pop in no matter what he was doing and ask if he needed help. He can't help but give in to the sadness that he already knew was coming. He tried so hard to prevail through it, but even he isn't indestructible. He dives into cleaning, making the meals, and helping the struggling Young Lord. He asks for more and more tasks, and more and more tasks are granted. He works constantly. On the occasion that he does get some rest, he is so tired that he blacks out and doesn't even dream. Those can only go so far though, and he constantly wakes up with a sense of barely getting any sleep. "Someday. Someday I'll see you again. Till then I will anxiously prepare for your next stay. Please come back soon."

Simeon:

Upon returning to the Celestial Realm, the poor angel was quite conflicted. Part of him deeply missed his original home, but part of him misses his exchange home. More specifically, a certain exchange student. He wishes he could see you once more, and the ache in his heart greatly attests as such. How he wishes to wrap you up in his arms. You would always tell him how great his hugs were, and now he misses the contact and loving warmth that you always radiated and gave. "Be safe (Y/N), for I cannot protect you while we are so greatly separated. Regardless as such, I will keep an eye on you and pray for your safety and well-being. I look forward to the day that I get to hug you close once more, my dear."

Luke:

Luke. Misses. The. Devildom. Phew! There he admitted it. He yearns to be in the kitchen with Barbatos, running through Purgatory Hall, and Beel taste testing his food (even if he ate it all). He, however, would never admit to such out loud, but he has a suspicion that Simeon can relate to how he is currently feeling. He wishes he could have taken you to see the Celestial Realm, but he knew that that is forbidden. Luke is constantly baking, that way he has something to do. Something to distract him from everybody that he is missing. Sometimes he'll start to talk as if you or Barbatos were in the room before remembering that you weren't there. That you were back in the Human Realm, and Barbatos the Devildom, both of which are very far away from him. "(Y/N)! Oh, heh, right. Not here Luke. Don't be stupid. Wait! Don't you worry (Y/N)! I'll practice till my baking is so good that nothing will be better in your eyes! Just wait! You'll love it when you try it!"

Solomon:

Man isn't really that sad. Magic, check. Your address, check. What is there to be sad about? He does miss being so close to Asmodeus and is peeved that he missed his chance at Lucifer's pact, but other than that he is perfectly fine being back in the Human Realm. Ok, so, he maybe misses Simeon and the Chihuahua a little bit, but it wasn't permanent and he was fully aware of that when he signed on. "Hey (Y/N)! I'm outside your door! Let's hang out for a bit! I'll make you some dinner! (Y/N)! What was that scream? Oh, a bee by my ear, I see. Takeout? Sure, save us both the trouble." (You screamed at the thought of his cooking. There never was a bee, to begin with.)

Someday... the thought that keeps them all going. Someday, they'll see you again.