#diavolo casually revealing that barbatos has done the same thing

[666writingcafe]

Emergency Meeting

Which Takes Place A Few Weeks After the Flood

Mephistopheles

What a day. Several false calls about supposed important news items that turned out to be completely blown out of proportion, followed by one about a bunch of brats taking my brother's backpack and throwing it in the messiest trashcan they could find, and yet another meeting with the House of Lords where everyone was too busy arguing amongst themselves to get anything done.

And then when I thought I could just go home and relax for the evening, I overheard a few members of the upper House quietly conspiring against Lord Diavolo again, so I had no choice but to report straight to the castle and deliver the news myself.

Barbatos greeted me like he normally does: courteous with a smile that doesn't quite travel up to his eyes. I know he isn't the biggest fan of me, but since I haven't done anything to put Lord Diavolo in danger, he resigns to merely tolerating me. Which is fine. Butlers aren't really supposed to develop intimate relationships with people, anyway. Interferes with their job performance.

What I wasn't expecting was to walk in as Lord Diavolo was beginning to cozy up towards the Avatars' attendant. Obviously, they scooted away from each other once Barbatos made our presence known, but the light blush dusting both their cheeks indicates that we clearly interrupted something.

Stupid feelings.

I was merely meant to be a friend of Diavolo's. Our families have been close for many centuries, so consequently the kids are expected to maintain that relationship. But things changed when we were teenagers. Diavolo was never bad-looking by any means, but as he was morphing into his adult form, I found myself more and more attracted to him. Didn't want to admit it to myself initially, but it's kind of hard to deny it when you repeatedly wake up stiff from a certain type of dream starring a certain individual doing certain activities to you.

So, yes. I'm jealous. I've worked very hard to hide that from people, because it does nothing to change the fact that Diavolo will never see me in that way. The only way my jealousy is apparent is my hair. After one too many incidents where I looked in the mirror and saw him looking back at me, I broke out the hair dye and vowed to never be mistaken for that prideful bastard. His mere existence here mocks me. He has Diavolo wrapped around his finger.

And apparently so does his fucking attendant.

"May I help you?" Diavolo's question forces me to calm down and remember the reason why I showed up here in the first place. I suppose it's a good thing they're here too, for the news concerns them as well.

"My Lord, trouble's afoot. Members of the Upper House are making plans behind your back." Diavolo sighs.

"What else is new?"

"They're working with the Celestial Realm this time." The attendant's eyes widen. "My Lord, are you familiar with the Rembandy Accord?" A stern look develops on his face as he nods his head. Upon the confused expression on the attendant's face, Diavolo explains,

"If two members of Celestial and Devildom leadership sign a formal agreement, they can sentence an angel or demon they deem to be a risk to both realms to be sealed in Cocytus indefinitely."

"I see," the attendant replies, sighing. "I suppose after what happened the last time, they would feel the need to escalate things. If this Accord were to go into effect, I'd imagine you'd be powerless to stop it."

"That is correct. It is one of the few laws that I cannot override."

"From the sounds of it, both realms have picked their representatives," I add. "It's only a matter of days before they meet and sign the document, effectively extinguishing the lives of the Avatars." I swallow the scathing words bubbling in my throat about them. Nothing I say will change Diavolo's perception of them, after all, so why start an argument over it?

"I'm surprised they haven't signed it already," Diavolo comments. "Not that I want them to, of course, but given their opinions on the brothers, I would have thought they'd do it the moment they found their representatives."

"They're contemplating adding one more name to the list." I glance over at the attendant. "Yours."

They don't react the way I expected them to. Instead of turning on the waterworks and flailing across the room, they merely remain seated, albeit while looking more morose than they did moments ago. The room grows eerily silent. Eventually, the attendant stands up.

"If that is what they deem to be the acceptable punishment for my crimes, then so be it."

"MC--" Diavolo immediately stops himself, but the error has already been made. I heard about what happened to Solomon when he made the same mistake, and I'm prepared to stop them before they do the same to Lord Diavolo.

But they simply sigh, their focus still remaining on me.

"It's only right that you know the truth. You're one of Diavolo's closest friends, after all." They take a deep breath before continuing,

"Zephyr the demon was only an alias for me to use during my stay here. My place is in a future timeline, where I'm a human exchange student turned magical apprentice. My power is amplified by my ancestry and pacts with the seven Avatars of Sin, and in my world it was difficult to control, resulting in damage across the three realms.

"I received an object that helped tame it, but wearing it here would bring about too many questions, so I've kept it off. You've witnessed some of the effects of that decision recently. Objectively, I do pose a danger, and so it is only right for people to want to protect others from me." They briefly pause to wipe their eyes, and reflexively I pull out a handkerchief from my pocket and hand it to them.

"Thanks," they mutter as they accept it from me. Once they've finished, they offer it back to me, but I wave my hand to indicate that they can keep it. It's not like I can't get another one.

"Believe it or not, this has been the tamest part of my day," I tell them. "At least it makes some degree of sense. Only a human would have so much power tied to their emotions." Diavolo shoots me a warning look.

"Okay, tell me the last time you saw that severe of a flood! It paled in comparison to the ones caused by Leviathan's hissy fits, and he usually summons a whole ass serpent to help him out!" His look doesn't waver. "I swear on my life, I'm not trying to put humans down! They've proven to be quite useful over the years! I was simply making an observation based on things that I've seen frequently whenever I've been around humans. Nothing more." He finally relaxes, allowing me to do the same.

And notice the amused look on MC's face.

"What's so funny?" I ask them.

"You're a very expressive person," they reply. "That's not a bad thing, by the way. It helped me briefly take my mind off things." Right. Their potential sentencing. I really do need to quit getting distracted so easily.

"Look, I do not care so much about the brothers. What happens to them is of little consequence to me. But having you trapped with them would cause so many holes in space and time that the universe would look like the human world's Swiss cheese, and I am not about to be at the end of that particular lecture from Barbatos. So, I will do everything in my power to ensure that you get back home." I extend my hand out to MC, and they shake it. As I turn to leave the room, I call out to Diavolo,

"Don't think you've gotten off scot-free, Lord Diavolo. You, me, and Barbatos will be having words about your conduct towards our time-traveling human."

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[plnkdemon]

LOVE NEVER WANTED ME, BUT I TOOK IT ANYWAY II

younger brothers x gn!mc in a toxic relationship spoilers for lesson 16 tw/cw: dismissal of emotions (Satan), unspecified but heavily implied sexual crimes (Asmodeus), cults (Asmodeus), implied possibility of sexual assault of MC ([end of] Asmodeus), panic attacks (Beelzebub), lesson 16 events (Beelzebub and Belphegor), emotional abuse and neglect (Belphegor). please let me know if anything is missing.

SATAN

He hates the cause of his birth and the fate that it resigned him to: wrath. That's all he'll ever be deep down inside, or at least, that's what he's convinced himself.

In actuality, he's very good at controlling his sin now that you're with him. It might be the first time he's ever felt anything besides tempered rage but your love has opened a whole new world to him that he's only ever vicariously experienced through his books.

He might lose his temper sometimes, but he’ll never do anything more than snap at you before quickly isolating himself to cool down. He’s even taught himself to communicate with you on what he needs in situations like that, whether it be a hug, to talk it out, or just to leave him be for a while. 

What’s really toxic about Satan is his attitude towards your own anger.

It doesn’t matter the reason or how justified your frustration is. It doesn’t even occur to him that he, of all people, should be the most empathetic towards not being able to swallow down your rage.

Instead, he swiftly and apathetically dismisses you and your feelings. He doesn’t want to talk about it or acknowledge that it exists in the first place. After showing him all these wonderful new feelings and working so hard to distance himself from his wrath, he won’t accept that you have your own anger that can flare up at inconvenient times for him. When he isn’t surrounding himself with books or cats, he’s in the company of the elite and knowledgeable. These are people who find it blasphemous to refer to your soup spoon as just a spoon, so imagine their distaste for you when you reveal any emotion that isn’t carefully groomed and preened to be aesthetically pleasing.

Satan won’t be forgiving or understanding when you aren’t able to maintain an elegant persona because one of his elite friends made a derogatory comment towards your humanity for the fifth time that evening. And he’ll be especially upset if you try to defend yourself, no matter how you articulate it.

Anger is messy, he knows that. He doesn’t want that anymore and, even if it’s dehumanizing, he won’t accept your mess either.

ASMODEUS

A lust demon is more than that. Asmo has feelings and thoughts and desires that aren’t about sex and you’re probably one of the only other beings that has ever acknowledged that the avatar of lust isn’t just the avatar of lust.

But… At the end of the day, can a human really satisfy all of a demon’s desire? Demons don’t have the same morality that humans usually do. The depravity that makes you sick to your stomach when you check social media and see the latest news are the same things that demons do on any given Thursday.

It’s so easy to forget that Asmo’s sin is meant to tempt humans and send them to hell. Lying in his bed and looking up at the beautiful canopy of flowers and vines enchanted to never wilt or fade, you’d never think to worry about the thorns that are so carefully hidden but poisonous all the same. It’s likely that he’ll casually mention beheading someone or driving his own cult to the point of self-massacre, entirely unsuspecting of the chill that creeps up your spine as he continues on without hesitation.

You could say something – to him, or anyone else – but who will understand? His brothers must have done just as terrifying things. You don’t want to think about what Diavolo and Barbatos might have done. Even  Solomon, who is still a human, has a very… colorful past, which is often intertwined with Asmo’s. You definitely can’t talk to Luke about it, he’s just a child after all. Simeon might be the only viable option but… angel’s aren’t very innocent either. You’ve heard the stories and even seen flashbacks from Lilth’s own life of the Celestial War and the bloodshed that their army is capable of.

If this nonchalant information drop affects you enough to not want to stay the night, there’s only so many things that could happen. Asmo has to get rid of this itch burning under his skin that makes his hands wander and his gaze stick to people it shouldn’t.

If he’s stubborn enough, he could stay alone in his room with his vast collection of toys and media. Although, the urge for more – for the disgusting and dirty things that you either physically or morally can’t do – will only grow bigger and bigger and bigger. So when you knock on his door and end up opening it when there’s no response, try to hold back your scream. Him and whoever he’s charmed into his bed aren’t against pulling in a “peeping tom” and locking the door behind you.

BEELZEBUB

Beel is arguably the sweetest and kindest demon in the entire Devildom. He’d so easily pass as another angel if it weren’t for the sin that rules his every moment, waking and unwaking (he’s a professional sleep-eater, it’s honestly impressive). Unlike the others, his sin has nothing to do with why a relationship with him would turn toxic.

Even though he was there to discover your beaten and discarded body that his own twin had tossed over the stairwell, he never… addressed it. Even if you continued to have nightmares for months following the event and felt panicked anytime you were forced in the same room as Belphie, Beel never once held his twin accountable. While he comforted you without complaint or frustration whenever you wanted or needed, it only made it more glaringly obvious how not once did he address the part that Belphie played in your trauma.

The problem was so unavoidable as well, it’s remarkable how he managed to skirt around it. Any nights spent together had to be in your room despite his stockpile of snacks for midnight hunger pains being in his own room. Meals at the table with the rest of his brothers were especially difficult, knowing that if you wanted something passed to you, Beelzebub would see no problem with his twin handing you the salt until your trembling hand entered his line of sight.

No matter how many hours he spent holding your shaking form as you choked down sobs and struggled to catch your breath, Beel is incapable of seeing his brother for what is it: your murderer.

If you ever want to spend time with Beel, it’s inevitable that Belphie will follow along soon after. Weekends away are crossed off the list, because he can’t leave without Belphie and multiple times you were woken in the middle of the night by Belphie sneaking into your bed because Beel was staying with you. And it doesn’t even occur to your partner that he should stand up for you, even if it’s his twin.

At the end of every day, you have to accept that Beelzebub will always prioritize his twin’s comfort over yours, and no matter how unfair and unjustified it is, he’ll never change… not even for you.

BELPHEGOR

Say you get over the whole lying and murdering thing, even though he never actually… apologized. Not to you at least, but you can clearly recall his voice saying, “I’m sorry… Lilith…”

But nevermind that, you forgive him. He’s changed and all that.

The issue comes down to acedia, something that was originally considered a deadly sin before the Middle Ages when the church decided to condense them down to the seven that we know today. Acedia was then merged with sloth – rightly so in my opinion as the only difference is that acedia refers specifically to mental sloth. In other words, apathy.

Belphie isn’t just sleepy, he’s apathetic down to his core. It could probably be traced back to the Celestial War and his fear to feel so much pain and loss again, resulting in him closing off his heart and shutting everyone besides his family out. The only time that his emotions felt worth the effort was his burning hatred for humanity, but anything other than that he’d long since given up on. 

The effort it takes for him to care when he misses a date or falls asleep in the middle of a serious conversation is too much. When it comes down to it, he will never love you as much as you love him – if he truly loves you in the first place. 

If you’re content resigning yourself to being an adoring partner to a person who is incapable of feeling more than a fraction of any emotion, then you’ll be stuck in a repetitive cycle of caring for an almost constantly unconscious manchild. You’ll find his apathy rubbing off on you until leaving him is impossible. The effort to leave what has become so comfortable and known outweighs the freedom you would feel without him, or so it seems.

notes: this is part two of the toxic relationships headcannons (?) i thought up. i definitely don't like these as much as the first part but, it is what it is lol. thanks for reading!

[chibinekochan]

How to become a Demon Ruler 109

Part:   01 I 02  I 03  I 04 I 05  I 06 I 07 I 08

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With a slight spring in my step, I head to dinner. 

"Good evening Diavolo and Barbatos." I happily greet them both. 

Barbatos gives me his signature smile. 

Diavolo lights up as soon as he sees me. "You look like you had a great time."

"Yeah, I was a bit nervous, but I think I made my first friend." I smile with some pride. 

"That's great to hear. To be honest I was a bit worried that you might feel lonely." Diavolo looks like a huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders. 

"I'm very happy for you. Even when I hope you choose your friends more carefully." Barbatos sighs just a bit. 

My guess is, that Mammon is a bit of a troublemaker. "There is no need to worry. I mean I have you and Barbatos. I only know you for a few days, but you are both very dear to me." It's a bit embarrassing to say out loud. 

Both seem equally surprised by my words. 

"It's the greatest honor to be regarded as your friend." Barbatos is the first to respond. It's a bit hard to tell his true thoughts, but he looks very happy to me. 

"I feel the same way. I hope we will become even closer. It's funny to think that it's not even been a week yet, but I can't even imagine the castle without your presence." Diavolo’s smile seems to glow even brighter than usual.

  I might need sunglasses at this point. 

Despite this, his words feel warm inside my chest. "I feel the same way. I think I never even realized how lonely my life truly was." 

I smile a bit sad but also happy at the same time. 

Then I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Worry not, your days alone are over." Barbatos’ words are unusually tender. My smile brightens at his words. 

"I hug him. Who could say no to him? 

Barbatos chuckles behind me. This must be a very strange sight, to be honest. 

I don't mind since hugging Diavolo feels much better than I expected. He is very warm, much like his big hands. 

I bet I could use my whole human strength, and he wouldn't even wince. He might even enjoy a good bear hug, maybe next time. 

I let go of Diavolo, who kind of looks like he wants more hugs but doesn't say a word. Instead, he just smiles at me. 

"Well now, where we are even you should finish today's work." Barbatos is back to smile as usual. Diavolo sighs. 

"Fine, I will go back to work." His shoulders slump.

  Barbatos shakes his head. 

"I know it's late, but I would recommend that you read a bit in the library. There is much to learn. Especially with our tight schedule." Barbatos talks gently to me. 

"You are probably right. I need some caffeine for that." I can only imagine the stack of books that Barbatos wants me to read. 

"I will make you some. Please go ahead." Barbatos still has some tasks to do, and I appreciate the offer. 

"Okay." So I head to the library and find a menacing stack of books. 

After some reading, I hear Barbatos arriving with my fuel. 

I give him a thankful look. "I have been waiting for this."

Barbatos chuckles. "If only everyone would be so excited about coffee."

I decide to take a small break and now that I'm alone with Barbatos it's the perfect opportunity to ask him about what Mammon told me earlier. 

"Do you want to join me for a cup?" I offer Barbatos the seat across from me. 

"I would be delighted." He sits down and pours himself a cup. 

I let him drink a sip and then get straight to the topic that's on my mind. "To be honest there is something that I want to ask you about." 

"Please go right ahead." He obviously doesn't mind. 

"The question I have is pretty personal, so you don't have to answer." I don't want him to be uncomfortable or reveal something that he shouldn't. 

Barbatos raises his eyebrows. "There is no need to worry about my comfort." 

I can only imagine what he thinks I'm about to ask. 

"I just heard something about Diavolo possibly dating Lucifer. I'm curious if that's true?" There is no talking around my question. 

Barbatos' eyes widen for a moment, and then he starts to smirk devilishly. "I can imagine who brought you to ask this, but I wonder why you would care about such a thing?"

For the first time since I know him, I believe that he is a demon. 

"I care for his well-being." I avoid his gaze. 

Barbatos seems to be very amused. "Is that so?" He gazes into my eyes, like doing so will reveal my true thoughts to him. "You don't need to worry about their relationship at all." He is very vague. 

"What do you mean by that?" I ask, feeling very frustrated. 

"Hmm, that is a good question." Barbatos is just teasing me now. I never thought he would do this to me. I puff my cheeks. 

This causes Barbatos to laugh. "I'm sorry master. They aren't dating at all. I'd say they are friends with much baggage." With the biggest grin, he flat out tells me the truth. 

"I see, so they have a long history. I guess it would be fair to ask them about that." I feel much better now knowing this. 

"Now I have to wonder if you might be interested in the young lord?" He looks at me with a pretty intense gaze. 

Now it's my turn to be surprised by a question. I almost spit my drink out. 

"Umm, well I mean… it's not like I don't like him, but I barely know him and want to make sure that I don't fall for someone that is already taken." I'd hate wasting my time and emotions on a pointless endeavor. 

A smile forms on Barbatos’ face. "That is very smart of you. I would support your future together." 

"As much as I appreciate your support, I haven't fallen for him yet and there might be other people that I'm possibly interested in." I feel the need to correct Barbatos on his assumptions. 

He looks once again surprised. "I hope you don't include Mammon on that list." He must disapprove of Mammon. 

"Of course not. I'm not known to fall easily for people." I shake my head. Not only that, but I have only seen Mammon once after all. 

Barbatos then thinks deeply. "But who else is there?" He doesn't realize the obvious answer. I have always seen him as a very smart, possibly cunning, man. Yet here he is completely oblivious.  

  I narrow my eyes in frustration. "Look in a mirror."

"Hmm? You couldn't possibly mean…" Barbatos looks utterly and completely lost. I wonder if he looked like this when I hugged him earlier.

I sigh deeply. "Believe it or not, but you are on that list." I can't even really call it a list with two people on it. 

Barbatos almost seems to gasp for air. "As flattering as this is, please reconsider. I'm no worthy match for someone of your standing."

"Just because I got forcefully adopted doesn't make me royalty, but I apologize for making you uncomfortable." I assume that he simply wants to shoot me gently down. 

"You are royalty in my opinion, and I appreciate your consideration. I simply have to think about what is best for your future. I'm merely a humble servant and as such completely unfitting to be your partner." Barbatos sounds completely logical. I'm unsure how to feel about him seeing me as royalty.

"I don't care what other people might think about whom I love or not. To me, it's only important that we are a great match. Of course, I understand that you might not be interested in me." This would only make sense. He might not even be interested in dating at all.

“You are certainly interesting, and I can see you fighting whoever doesn’t accept your relationship. I might be worried about nothing.” He gives me a small smile.

“Of course, besides if, I’m the demon ruler there is no way I'd let anyone tell me who I'm allowed to marry or not. If there is a rule against it, I will simply change it.” I shrug with a small giggle.

Barbatos gives me a chuckle. “I fear for anyone that would dare to oppose you.” His eyes meet mine again. It feels somehow very tender. “Don't forget that I will always be at your side no matter what you wish to accomplish.”

  I ponder the weight and meaning of these words. My heart beats faster for some reason.

  Before I can give him a proper response the library door opens with great force. 

I back a bit off, seeing that I somehow became quite close with Barbatos during our conversation. I hadn't even noticed until this moment. 

I then look towards the door and see it's Diavolo. He has his trademark smile and looks very energetic. At least until he notices that I'm relaxing with Barbatos. 

"Ah, here you are." He looks at Barbatos, who turned towards him. 

"Have you been looking for me?" Barbatos seems slightly surprised. 

"No, I was looking for my sibling. Since I finally managed to get everything done." Diavolo boasts without a hint of shame. 

"This is certainly an evening to rejoice." Barbatos seems genuinely pleased, but it's a pretty obvious snide remark. 

"Yes, it is! I hope I didn't interrupt anything." Diavolo doesn't seem to notice the snaky undertone and just casually sits down next to me. 

"No need to worry. We just were talking about their goals after becoming the demon ruler." Barbatos grins slightly. 

While not a lie it's not the truth either.

  "Really? Now that is something I'm very interested in." Diavolo is seriously interested. 

It makes me feel quite guilty. "I was only saying that I'd change rules if they would forbid me from loving whom I wish to love." 

Diavolo looks at me in awe. "So you have a potential prospect to marry? You certainly move quickly. Or is it a fellow human?" 

"No, there is no such person right now. I had nobody when I lived in the human realm. I was only talking hypothetically." I sigh, I can only wonder how Diavolo thinks of me. 

"Ahh, well, I'd abolish any rule that would inconvenience you anyway. So no need to worry about that." Somehow Diavolo looks relieved. 

"That is very kind of you. Even when it might be a bit reckless to say." I can picture him just changing rules on a whim without thinking about the consequences. 

"I have to agree on that." Barbatos calmly keeps drinking his tea. Without a worry about anything. I have no idea how he can do this. 

"You might be right, but if it's for you, I don't care." Diavolo shrugs.

  How can he just say things like this?

I look at him, feeling very baffled but also slightly amazed. 

I glance at Barbatos looking for some reaction. He just crooks his head and calmly smiles at me, as if to ask me what I want.

"I guess in that case I'll be careful what I ask of you." This seems to be the best solution. 

"That is wise of you. You should make sure to gain knowledge as well. So you can request everything you desire without causing havoc." Barbatos casually shoves the stack of books towards me. 

"I'd rather accomplish my goals by working hard, but you are right. I need more knowledge for that." I can't stand the idea of getting everything handed to me on a silver platter. 

"I'd love to hear more about these goals." Diavolo beams at me with great expecting eyes. 

Barbatos is also strangely focused on me. It's pretty embarrassing.

  "Well, my first goal is to survive the party and then my education." It's not a grand plan, but it's important. 

"That is a very reasonable goal. I'm sure you will be able to manage that. Of course, you still have some learning to do." Barbatos' taps on the books. He couldn't be more blatant even if he tried. 

"Indeed I have full confidence in your abilities." Diavolo has zero doubts, which is encouraging, but I also feel the weight of his trust. 

I guess I have no choice. "In that case, I will work hard." I look with dread at the books and then take one. 

Barbatos smiles brightly, surely a sign of his victory. 

"Do your best! I should go and check on the party preparations." Diavolo seems suddenly very motivated.

"You have a great effect on the young lord. I shall support him. Make sure you get plenty of rest." Barbatos beams with pride. 

"I will, thank you both." I smile at them, but internally I'm crying.

  So I study until my head is mush and then fall into a deep sleep.

  I dream of letters chasing me. 

[ka-za-ri]

Personal Assistant Pt. 7 (Finale)

Part 1: here Part 2: here Part 3: here Part 4: here Part 5: here Part 6: here Crossposted to Ao3: here

Wow, I’m surprised y’all are here. Really, I’m humbled and honored for all the followers and all the support you’ve given me in this whirlwind of a writing marathon. Please enjoy the last course of this smut fest and lemme know how y’all are feelin’ Taglist at the end.

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader Wordcount: 8,500 ish Genre: Delicious smut Tags: Multiple Orgasms, cunnilingus, aphrodisiacs, demon sex Summary: You get to experience some intimate times with Lucifer as a year with him winds to a close. 

Bonus

After your business trip, you were mandated to work from home for at least a week. Lucifer knew the extent of what you went through and bed rest was absolutely necessary to ensure you would be able to come back to work in top form. Even after a weekend of basically being bedridden right after the session, the soreness between your legs persisted as a constant reminder of just how thoroughly you had been used. So, when you received the text from him late Sunday night to work from home, you couldn’t be any more relieved. Your legs had gotten some strength back into them; but you still couldn’t freely move around without experiencing discomfort and limping. 

 With the holidays looming so closely, Lucifer was rather ashamed that he couldn’t give you proper vacation time off to recover. At the very least, he knew you were safe from prying eyes while you stayed at home and remoted in on your computer. It was strange though, not seeing you sitting at your desk, your back turned to him while you were entering data. He oddly missed turning around and seeing you filing away the monthly reports or retrieving files for a meeting. The office felt empty for the first time in a long time. 

 Caring for humans was something foreign and unfamiliar to him. But, with you, it felt like the proper thing to do. 

 He reasoned that he was simply doing his due diligence to visit your abode with physical paperwork that needed to be reviewed. It also seemed to be a natural thing for him to buy you some food; surely you were tired of cooking for yourself and your food supplies were dwindling from being unable to get to the grocery store. It didn’t cross his mind that food delivery was an option until he was mere meters away from your front door, one hand holding a heavy bag full of takeout and a thick pile of reports in his arm. Regardless of his oversight, it was too late to turn back now. 

 You had expected Lucifer to come over, drop off some papers to go over and leave you to your own devices. You had already shown to him that you could still complete the most of your usual workload in a timely manner, even if you weren't at the office with him. So, when he invited himself into your abode, stepping past you as soon as you opened the door to set down the food and papers he brought, you were taken aback to say the least. After all, Lucifer was a busy man and he had much better things to do than to get comfortable in the recliner that sat in your living room once his shoes and coat were off of him. 

 “It’s gotten a bit nippy out this week. Are you sure you’re running the heat here? It’s absolutely frigid.” He commented, loosening his tie and settling into the seat he had claimed as his own. You stared dumbly at your boss who had just so casually stepped into your home as if he lived there with you and was meant to unwind right in your living room. It had to be a dream,  you had to be hallucinating. Yet, no matter how many times you blinked or rubbed your eyes, Lucifer was right there, in your living room, his tie and the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone. 

 He looked over at your stunned face, smiling a bit. “What? Am I not allowed to make a visit to my assistant who’s been ‘out sick’ all week?” He wasn’t sure what lines he had crossed, but it felt as if his presence made you uncomfortable. Perhaps he should have given you a little more of an advanced notice before coming over. The silence between the two of you grew palpable. When at the office, he was the epitome of control and composed. Humans were easy to predict in a controlled environment where there was a clear hierarchy. In such a casual setting though, he found himself rather out of place and lost. He had only vaguely ever gotten the idea of how to behave; with how you were reacting though, he was unsure how to proceed. 

 “Did you eat?” He asked, changing the subject and gesturing over to the food he brought on the counter. If he had been too forward with getting comfortable in your space, he could at least assuage the tension by changing the subject and moving the focus over to food and not to him. It would be the perfect time to reassess his plan of action while you were distracted by eating. “You should have something before it gets cold.” 

 “I was just about to order some delivery.” You admitted, letting out a nervous laugh. Having Lucifer in such an intimate setting was strange. You could tell he didn’t feel quite as at home as he was fronting and wondered just how you could get him out so he could go back to being his usual self without you around him. 

 “I hope you don’t mind Greek.” Lucifer visibly relaxed, walking over to the bag of food and started to take out the boxes. “A new place just opened up and the marketing head suggested I try it out.” He opened the containers, revealing some of the typical dishes you expected to see, naming each one and describing them. Some dishes you were familiar with; others you had never seen before and with each description he gave, your mouth watered a little more and your stomach grumbled in hunger. 

 At the loud gurgle your stomach gave once he opened the last box, Lucifer chuckled, pulling a chair out for you at the small table, now crowded with more takeout than two people could ever eat. “Eat. I know you’re hungry.” 

 You nodded, at least having the decorum to grab some dishes and silverware before digging into the feast in front of you. The explosion of flavors and textures was a welcome change from the pizza and Chinese takeout you had been living off of for the past week. It was hard to keep your manners in mind when the table was so crammed full of boxes and you were forced to eat with the plate in your lap, hunched over the food like the gremlin that you felt like you were. 

 Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Lucifer pick at his own food, ever composed and nonplussed that he wasn’t actually eating in the most ideal circumstances. The quiet that fell between you this time felt much better, the food serving as the perfect buffer between you and him and you could at least feel a little more yourself with proper sustenance in you. 

 “The year end reports are starting to roll in.” he said once you had adequate time to try everything. Now, you were just going in for seconds of what you liked best, picking at your favorites until your hunger was properly sated. “And marketing has been sending in the proposals of the ads we’ll be running this season. I’d like to go over those with you once you’re done with dinner.” 

 With the conversation focused on work, it was much easier to forget how awkward it had all been in the beginning when he walked through your door. You nodded, already grabbing the first folder on the stack to start skimming through reports. Ad proposals were much more fun to go over than pages upon pages of analysis. The sooner you could finish the boring stuff, you could look at the more interesting things. 

 “My work computer is in the room. I can move it out here once we’re done.” you said, flipping a page and sighing when there were even more numbers you needed to double check. 

 “No need, we’ll just move there.” He said, not realizing the connotations his words had. “You’re on sick leave and you must rest when you can. We’ll just carry on as you have for the past week.” 

 You felt your body heat up at his words, trying to see if he had any intentions outside of making sure you were as well rested as possible before you returned to work in a few days. You could never read him, unable to tell what his motives were, and all you could do was follow his instructions. Once all the food had been cleaned up and leftovers were stowed in the fridge, you showed him down the short hallway to your room where you had your home office set up in bed. 

 As you shuffled to your computer, he could tell there was still a bit of a limp in your gait and there was a mixture of pride and shame. On the one hand, he was glad that your body still remembered the amazing experience you shared with him, Diavolo and Barbatos. On the other, he was ashamed that you were pushed to that limit at all. And then, he remembered the reason he broke you at all in the first place. 

 So he could put you back together just how he wanted. 

 He let you climb into bed and settle the lap desk in place before handing you the first of the reports you needed to go over. Lucifer himself took a seat in the chair he had dragged over from your vanity to sit next to your bed and look over the projections for the next few months. Normally, he would have kept strict office hours; but with holidays, even he had to put in a few longer nights to keep up with how hectic things got. 

 The two of you worked in silence. Even if the location was different, the professional atmosphere was the same as it always had been at the office. The only differences were that you sat in a much more comfortable position and you were much closer to Lucifer than you normal. From where you sat, you got a much closer look at your boss while he worked. His brows furrowed slightly in concentration as he parsed out the plans for the upcoming month. His mouth was set in a straight, tight line whenever he crossed anything out and wrote corrections in the margins. He was beautifully efficient in his work, blitzing through several files in the time it took you to go through one. 

 You heard stray cats mewling from the cold outside at some point, breaking your concentration and you looked at the clock on your dresser. It was much later than you thought it would be, and you still had ad proposals to look through. Sighing and setting the reports to the side to look over during the weekend, you picked up the folders filled with ad storyboards. “Are you going home soon?” You asked, looking up at Lucifer who just finished the last of his work. 

 “Oh, I was waiting for you to finish so we can go over the ad proposals together. I’d like to hear your opinions on them in real time.” He said. Lucifer shifted from his place in the chair next to your bed to sitting beside you on your bed. You blushed, moving aside so he had ample room and got comfortable. 

 In this new position, you could feel the warmth of his body right next to yours. It was a distraction on its own, right alongside the familiar smell of his cologne. He handed you the first of the proposals, giving you a few minutes to look through it before asking for your thoughts on it. 

 What focus you had earlier was completely lost from being so close to Lucifer. It felt like an eternity since the last time you were in the office and having him right beside you, talking business had your mind and body in conflicting positions. While you struggled to pay attention to his words and stared at the papers in front of you, Lucifer smirked, knowing just what kind of effect he was having on you. 

 “So, do you think we should run it?” He asked nonchalantly leaning closer so that he could have a clear view of the storyboard. 

 You swallowed, trying to ignore how his voice sounded and how you could feel his breath ghosting across your neck. It was time for work, not time for your body to crave his touch, his kisses, his… everything. Stop. You blinked, turning the pages back and forth before voicing your thoughts. “I think the message of this ad is alright, but the target audience is off. If I saw this, I wouldn’t know what it’s trying to sell until it’s too late and I’m bored with it.” 

 He nodded, agreeing mostly with your opinion and closed the file after writing down your comments. “Alright, what about this one.” He said, pulling up the next one and letting you go through it. 

 Your eyes scanned the script and you immediately grimaced at how cheesy the writing was. You instinctively wanted to reject it and move onto the next one. However, your morbid sense of curiosity had you reading further and analyzing everything else in the file. In the end, your gut feeling was correct and you wholeheartedly turned it down from being produced. “Unless you want to lose half of your clients, I’d say bin that one.” 

 He chuckled, not bothering to write any notes on it, knowing that it wouldn’t go any further. “And what about this one?” he asked, putting another file on top of your lap desk. 

 You flipped through, engrossed in the storytelling and the script, rather shocked at the proposed budget to shoot an ad like this. You nodded, thinking through the allocated funds for the rest of the year and calculated if it would be feasible to go forward with the project. You crunched a few numbers, actually invested in the proposal and didn’t notice just how close Lucifer had gotten until his hand snuck its way under the sheets covering your legs and stopped at your thigh. 

 “What do you think?” He asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your thigh and your brain ceased to function for a moment. It felt like an eternity had passed since the last time he did anything like this to you. You looked over to him and smiled, trying to go back to the subject at hand, though your brain refused to process what he was asking you. 

 “It’s nice…” You finally managed to say. 

 “Is that all?” He asked, moving his hand further up and brushing his fingers against the apex of your thighs. “You seemed to be so interested in it, but it’s just ‘fine’?” 

 You cleared your throat, hoping it would reset your thoughts; but your brain was stuck in a constant feedback loop that refused to get over what Lucifer was doing to you. “It… it’s got good parts.” 

 Lucifer smirked, nodding at your answer and continuing his questions as if his hands weren’t teasing you. “Tell me more.” He encouraged, slipping his hand past the waistband of your shorts to rub your labia. “I’m interested in your thoughts.” 

 “I uh.. W-well.” You stuttered, swallowing hard and looking at him pleadingly. You were still sore but the way he was so soft with his touches did things to your libido and your heart. “Well, it fits the mood for the season…” You started, touching on the most basic things to get your mind in the right state. 

 “Yes, I did tell you these were proposals for the holiday season. It’s obvious it would fit the mood.” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear and his teeth nipped at your earlobe. “Come on now, your analysis for all the others was so thorough, what happened?” he drawled, smiling wickedly, knowing exactly what was making your brain stutter. His fingers parted your lips in turn making you unconsciously spread your legs for him to get easier access. 

 You bit your lip, using the pain to ground your focus to the task at hand. “Well, the year has been rather rough financially for a lot of people.” You said through gritted teeth. “Showing how they’re able to… ah--” Whatever you were about to say flew right out of your mind when his finger brushed against your clit. You gasped, your whole nether region was still so sore from the last time, but your body was quickly craving more; and the only way to get that was to work. “We’re able to show people that they can… they can afford to celebrate on a budget… Ah… Lucifer…” you whined, rolling your hips up and gasping at how stiff all your muscles were. The sudden jolt of pain keeping you from reacting the way you wanted to. 

 He hushed you, kissing your jaw and teased your nether lips further with his fingers, running them up and down your slit which was quickly becoming wet from his ministrations. You whimpered, hating how you were being forced to sit still due to your own body’s limits. 

 “Yes, I’m listening still.” He replied nonchalantly, trailing his kisses down your neck and nipping the skin there with his teeth. “I’m concerned about the budget they’ve set for this ad… your thoughts on that?” 

 You gulped, amazed that he was still asking questions about the damn ad as if his fingers weren’t coated with your essence at that very moment. You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself but not doing a very good job at it. “We-well… initial calculations say that it’s not something that can be done right no--- ahh…” You gasped in pleasure when you felt firm pressure on your clit, his finger rubbed circles around it and made you see stars. “Right now… b-but if we reallocate funds from the IT department that submitted their final budget for the year and th...they have a surplus, we can manage….” 

 “Oh? That’s very good news then…” Lucifer smiled, loving the way you struggled to keep yourself composed while he unraveled you bit by bit with his fingers. Tentatively, he probed your entrance, wondering how well you had healed over the week. When you yelped in pain, instinctively closing your legs against that touch, he stopped immediately. “This was my favorite out of all the ones submitted, I’m glad that you approve of it as well.” 

 Lucifer went back to teasing your folds, making you forget about the pain and put your body back into the relaxed, aroused state it had been in before. Now that he knew your limits, he was free to skirt them right at the edge, teasing you until you squirmed with pleasure. “I’ll let Marketing know the good news over the weekend so they can start the project as soon as possible.” 

 “I’m sure they’ll be very happy about that.” 

 “Indeed they will be. Final thing, I just need you to sign off on these reports and I’ll be on my way home.” He said before dropping a sizable stack of papers in front of you. “I need them right away so I can submit them over the weekend and get underwriting to process them first thing next week.” He explained. His touches slowed to a halt and you felt the fog of pleasure lift a little. Now though, you ached for his continued caresses and you whined loudly when he pulled his hand out from under the sheets. 

 “Do as you’re told and you’ll be rewarded accordingly.” He stated firmly, all the while making the most lewd show of licking his fingers coated in your slick. 

 Never in your life had you started reading boring documents so quickly. You were skimming words, processing them, but just barely, all to get to what you were promised. Even if your body ached and screamed in protest, what Lucifer had teased you with was too tantalizing to pass up. 

 He smiled, planting a soft kiss at your temple before leaving your side. You startled, looking up at him with pleading eyes, wondering if he was leaving for the night. “I’ll be right back…” He reassured you with a self satisfied smirk. 

 You wondered what he meant by those words for a brief moment before his actions did all the explaining as he ducked his head under the sheets and nestled himself between your legs. You swallowed, parting your legs for him after he slid your shorts and panties off. You could feel his warm breath on your inner thighs, traveling higher and higher until the tip of his nose brushed against your pussy and you whined softly at the contact. 

 There was still an important task to be done and you had to see it through. All the while Lucifer happily lapped at your core. His hands firmly at your thighs to keep your legs parted for him. His tongue traced your slit slowly and you caught your breath with each pass he took. The words on the pages in front of you had no meaning, but you kept reading them anyway. 

 The lewd sounds of him licking and sucking your folds were muffled under the sheets, yet they were still loud enough to be the only sounds your ears picked up on. Your breathing came out in stuttered breaths as you turned the last page in a report and mindlessly signed your name. Closing the file and moving on to the next one, you felt Lucifer press the flat of his tongue all along your pussy, spreading your labia and just brushing past your abused hole. At that, you moaned loudly, your hips jerking at the contact and sending pain shooting across your sore muscles. However, when you felt the tip of his tongue circle your clit, the pain dissipated and all that was left was a delicious soreness which mingled with the pleasure. 

 It was so hard to focus on your work, his tongue worked you into a frenzy, leaving you shuddering and moaning his name. You came as soon as you finished signing off on the second report. There were three more to go in the stack and you wondered if you could cum once for every one that was left. It would be perfect motivation to keep working. 

 No matter how many times your body was being pushed to the point of overstimulation, you could never get used to it. The way every nerve in your body seemed to vibrate with every touch and made you twitch in pleasure always felt new; and you couldn’t get enough of that euphoria. You had never been made to work through that state, but it was a test of your willpower now, going through reports while Lucifer’s tongue worked you  into orgasm over and over again. 

 You felt like it took hours to complete reading everything. However, when you glanced up at the clock, barely an hour had passed and you were a quivering mess in your own bed, your boss between your legs, lazily licking your essence off your thighs as you came one last time, signing the last report off. “I… All the reports are done…” 

 You hated how cold you felt when he unburrowed himself from under your sheets. You could see your essence glistening on his lips and his chin, his eyes glowing that deep red color that made your heart skip a beat. “Very good job.” He praised, picking everything up and gathering it into his arms. He kissed the top of your head, making you feel dizzy from his praise and the number of times you came from just having his mouth attached to your pussy for an hour. “I’ll see you on Monday.” He said, preparing to leave. 

 A small part of you was heartbroken he didn’t want to stay. “Yeah… I’ll see you Monday…” You said weakly, smiling wistfully at his retreating form. 

 ~~

 A year to a human was no insignificant amount of time. As an immortal, this was the hardest concept for Lucifer to grasp. Yet, after having you around for a year, it felt natural for him to celebrate the time he had spent with you. 

 You expected work to be piled up when you got back to the office. However, with your absence and also the general hectic nature of the holidays approaching, you were swamped with work. Staying late to catch up and working yourself into an exhausted heap, there were nights where you simply fell asleep on one of the couches in the lounge area so you didn’t have to worry about losing time with your commute. 

 Even if Lucifer wanted you to slow down, the corporate world and human greed made it impossible. You weren’t the only one who worked to the bone. Even he had to pick up a fair amount of extra work to ensure the year ended smoothly. The last three months that year were a blur, you barely remembered who you talked to or what you did. All that mattered was making sure the company ran as smooth as possible. 

 So when the worst of it was all over and the department parties began, it felt as if the whole building got to sigh in relief now that the storm had passed. You were invited to a fair number of new year celebrations, both you and Lucifer’s schedules were filled with more parties than meetings. Seeing all the employees under his wing celebrate another successful year with him warmed your heart. It was a rare opportunity to see him interact with others and seeing him in such a joyous setting made your heart swell with pride. 

 With the last of the company parties out of the way, you were finally able to release the sigh of relief you had been holding for months. As soon as you returned to the office, it was as if a weight had been lifted and you were free to at least pretend the workload would lessen as the year rolled over. You were about to start packing your things up when you noticed a parcel on your desk. Curious, you opened it and it revealed a beautiful sparking black and red gown. You looked back at Lucifer who was leaning against his desk, watching you for your reaction. “You didn’t think I’d plan a celebration for the two of us now, did you?” He sauntered over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We count as our own department, right?” 

 “Of course… How could I forget.” You laughed, running your hand across the delicate fabric, marveling at how it shifted in the light. 

 “Go on, get dressed, I’ll get the rest of the preparations ready.” 

 You couldn’t have run into the bathroom any faster. Your legs quivered a little in excitement and you nearly tripped out of your work clothes before shimmying into the black and red number you had been gifted. You were surprised at how well it fit you. Like a glove, it hugged your every curve in the right way to accentuate it. The fabric shimmered with every movement, making it look like you were walking through smoke. It felt odd to be in such a lavish dress and have nothing else to match it. 

 You ran your fingers through your hair, rearranging it in a way you thought framed your face a little better to accentuate the dress. You wanted to touch up your makeup, but had neglected to bring any with you in your rush to get changed. You would have to make do with what you had. Turning this way and that, you took one last look in the mirror and accepted the fact that it was as good as it was going to get with what you had. 

 Stepping back out into the office space, you gasped at how quickly Lucifer had managed to transform it. There was a clear hint of magic in the air, there was no other way to explain the softly glowing orbs that illuminated the room in a warm light. They floated through the air, suspended by nothing and fueled by whatever magic Lucifer had put into them. A table for two had been set up in the time it took you to get dressed and what looked like a delightful meal awaited you. Even Lucifer had changed his usual black and grey work suit to something with a little more red in it to match you. 

 Once again, he was waiting for you while leaning on his desk. As soon as he saw you, he picked up a pair of champagne flutes which sat next to him on his desk. He walked over and offered you the drink, a soft smile on his face. “Courtesy of Barbatos.” He explained, gesturing at the plates of food on the table. “He felt bad about his first impressions with you and wanted to make up for it. So, lucky me, I get catering from the best chef I know for this party.” 

 You giggled slightly, taking a sip of the champagne. “I hope that doesn’t mean that you expect me to cook for you in the future as your assistant. I’ll have you know the extent of my cookery knowledge will be phoning Barbatos up and asking him to deliver something for you.” You joked. 

 Lucifer let out a genuine laugh, leading you over to the table and helping you get seated. “Oh no, I don’t expect that from you at all. But, I’ll take note of that in case I change my mind later.” 

 Truth be told, though the food presented was some of the best you had ever eaten, being in close company with Lucifer was even better. For once, conversation didn’t revolve around work, instead, he regaled you with tales of where he came from and all the troubles he had to get Diavolo out of. The chatter and the good food filled your heart and your soul; you didn’t think you would ever get to see this side of Lucifer, but you were eternally grateful for the chance to witness it. 

 “Ah, the last thing. You can’t end a good meal without dessert.” Lucifer got up and reached for a box on his desk. Coming back, he presented you with an array of chocolate coated strawberries. “Please, help yourself.” he encouraged, turning the box to you. “I have a bit of an allergy to them, so they’re all yours.” 

 You tentatively took one, feeling rather guilty that Lucifer wouldn’t be able to join you; however, with a little bit of coaxing, your worries were laid to rest and you happily bit into the fruit.  Lucifer watched your expression of joy as you indulged in one of your favorite treats. The way you made such happy sounds when enjoying something had him entirely amused. All the while, a small, knowing smile played at his lips. “They’re not going anywhere. You can take your time.” He said when he noticed just how quickly you were devouring them. 

 In an attempt to pace you, he pulled the box away from your grasp, plucking one of the strawberries from it and offered it to you. He looked at you expectantly, an eyebrow cocked up as he enticed you to lean in and take a bite. 

 You blushed, flustered that he would be feeding you dessert in this way. There was a distinct intimacy in how he delicately held the fruit out to you with one hand. His other hand cupped below it to catch anything that might fall. You obeyed after a moment of hesitation, leaning forward and taking it into your mouth. Somehow, just from having Lucifer present you dessert in such a way had dessert tasting so much sweeter to you. 

 You were halfway through the strawberries when you realized something felt off.The room felt warmer, the floating lights pulsed in a way that cast a halo around Lucifer, somehow making him look angelic to you. You thought it was because you were too tired after a whole week of festivities. It must have been past your normal bedtime and your body wanted to rest. At least, that’s what you thought was the case. But when he spoke again and his voice seemed to penetrate your whole body, sending shivers down your spine and pooling right to your core; you knew it had to be something else. 

 “Shall we dance?” he asked, getting up after he had finished feeding you what was left of the box of sweets. He held his hand out expectantly; with a little bit of magic, soft music filtered through the room and set the mood. While you struggled to comprehend what was happening to your body, you mindlessly followed his directions. All your nerves tingled, from the tips of your fingers to your scalp, everything seemed to vibrate with a heat and a need that built itself out of seemingly nowhere

 The moment he placed his hand in your own and wrapped his arm around your waist, things started to click and your whole body heated up further at the realization. Your eyes blow wide open and your lips parted in a perpetual pant as he nonchalantly lead you in a slow dance, circling the empty area of the office to the beat of the soft music. You followed him in a haze, barely noticing your body move, a practical rag doll in his arms as he spun you around and watched your pupils get ever wider and the flush on your cheeks get ever deeper. 

 You were so hot and bothered in such a short period of time, it was absolutely overwhelming. Your hands shook in his, your mind barely able to comprehend the music as it was singularly focused on his warmth, his smell, his voice, his everything that was so close to you. You couldn’t look up at him, ashamed that with every dance step you shared, your essence flowing so freely from you was being smeared along your thighs and the back of your legs. 

 He knew what he had done, you could tell with the way the corner of his lip turned up. He was trying so hard to hide that self-satisfied smirk he always had on whenever you were right where he wanted you. You were so wet and ready for something other than the innocent game he was playing; but you knew better than to rush him. So you held onto your slipping control, pretending everything was alright when your body screamed to be used and not teased. That control disintegrated as you could smell your arousal while you dance; you knew there was no way he missed that smell either. 

 “Is something the matter?” he asked, his voice full of faux concern after the second time you circled the room. “You seem so out of it.” 

 “It’s just… It’s hot, Lucifer.” You said, clinging onto his lapels and leaning into him. With his arm no longer around your waist, you couldn’t seem to keep yourself upright. You could hear his heart beating as you pressed your face against his chest, steadying yourself. “It’s… I don’t know what happened, I’m just, so hot…” It was a lie, you knew exactly what happened, what those strawberries were laced with, but you couldn’t say it out loud, not when you were so affected by his sneaky little plan. 

 “Oh dear… Are you coming down with something?” He asked, gently guiding you to sit down where you stood. “Are you feeling ill? Are you hurt?” 

 Yes, you were hurt, your whole body ached in need and he was playing around like he didn’t have any idea what he had done to you. You whine, pulling the skirt of your dress up, a wave of cool air offering you a bit of relief on your heated body. “I hurt… right here.” You said, spreading your legs apart and giving him a clear view of the wet mess you had become in such a short time. “It’s hot… and I hurt…” 

 Your lips and throat felt dry, your whole body flushed and heated to a point where you wanted to tear off the fancy dress and just dunk yourself into a vat of ice water. You needed relief that only he could give you. Lucifer’s face of concern changed drastically the moment you revealed yourself to him and that sadistic smile you knew so well spread across his face. 

 “Oh now, that is a problem…” He murmured, pressing a finger against your soiled panties and rubbing his finger up and down to mold the fabric to your slit. “But… I would hate for you to leave the party so soon.” He drawled, putting on a dramatic pout. “I was so sure you would enjoy your time, is it not to your liking?” He pulled the skirt back down, earning a desperate whine from you; but you didn’t protest. There was a promise of satisfaction in the lilt of his voice and you were willing to go through the ends of the world at that point to get to it. 

 You crawled into his lap, rubbing your face against his crotch in a futile attempt to get him to the same playing field as you were. But, he was firm, preventing you from getting what you craved and helped you back up on your quivering feet. The music had stopped and the lights dimmed, giving you a sense of security. You leaned against him, tears starting to form as your desire became the only thing you could think about. You wanted him so badly. “What else do you have in mind for tonight?” You asked, your voice shaking and you looked up at him. 

 “Just some games....” He replied casually, leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Just the brief contact along sent a massive wave of arousal through you and you saw stars for a moment. “Mainly, I want to see how long before the special ingredients in those strawberries really kick in.” 

 Your eyes went wide. If this wasn’t the brunt of the effects coursing through your body, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. There was no way it could get any more intense than this, yet the way he spoke hinted only at a high that you hadn’t felt before. He chuckled, burrowing his head at the crook of your neck, kissing your sensitive, heated skin and you were helpless to stop him. Your whole body spasmed in need as your nerves were caressed and teased. It lost feeling at the tip of your fingers and your arms fell limp to your sids as you were completely swept away from him. 

 He didn’t need to do anything more than grab one of your breasts, kneading it experimentally before your tender nipples sent enough pleasure signals through your body to have you cumming. Your knees gave out and you sank to the ground, gasping as you rode out the sudden climax. The edge of your vision blurred and your ears rang as you caught your breath. Looking up, you saw Lucifer with that stupid smirk on his face, his eyes glittering and a noticeable bulge growing in his pants. You reached up to nuzzle it, burrow your head against the thing you crave and took in his musk. “Please… I need you…” You begged. “I need you right now…” 

 Those were the words he had been waiting to hear from you. Just the sound of your pleas were music to his ears and did more for his libido than you could ever imagine. He brought you back up on your feet, kissing you deeply and swallowing all the delightfully lewd moans that came from your throat. His hand laced into your hair at the back of your head kept you right where he wanted as he took the prize he had waited all day for. “Then you shall have me.” He said, licking his lips menacingly once he broke the kiss. 

 You were ready to sink to your hands and knees and let him use you as he saw fit. However, he brought you out of the office and into the elevator instead. You blinked in confusion until you saw him wave a black card over the scanner at the elevator, requesting for a floor that you never accessed before. It wasn’t until you stepped out that you realized he had brought you to the top most floor to his own abode. 

 There was no time to admire the great view that the floor to ceiling windows had of the city. You weren’t in the right mind to notice the collection of fine art or the practical furnishings that decorated his abode. All that mattered was the beeline the two of you made to his bedroom. Even if you wanted to take a second to soak in your surroundings, Lucifer gave you no time to do so, nearly throwing you into the massive bed in the room. You let out a little yelp of surprise when you hit the silky sheets; but that was quickly replaced with your need to feel his hands on your skin. 

 Now that he had you in his own space, in the privacy of his own home; Lucifer had the freedom to act as he wished. The first order of business was to help you out of that slinky number of yours. It had served its purpose and now he was ready to move onto looking at the most beautiful thing he possessed. He chuckled darkly, sliding the straps of the dress of your shoulders, turning you over just long enough to pull the zipper down to reveal your lacy underthings. As soon as the dress fell to the floor, it took no time at all for him to expose the rest of you by quickly removing your panties and bra.

 Even if it took mere seconds to divest you of all your clothes, it felt like an eternity to you. The drag of the fabric across your skin made you shiver. His featherlight touches made you moan and when he finally pulled away to witness your nude form, the way he licked his lips made you shiver in anticipation. 

 Without clothes, the heat of your body was more bearable; however, it did nothing to quell your pussy’s need to be stuffed full with his cock. Spreading yourself wide once again, you beckoned him to take what you knew he wanted. This time, he was more than happy to oblige to your request. His clothes seemed to evaporate off of him; likely a result of some magic, but you didn’t care  to discuss the details on how he removed his clothes. What you cared about the feeling of his weight above your own and the fullness you felt whenever he entered you. 

 Your hips levitated off the bed as soon as the tip of his cock started to tease at your folds. “Please, don’t play with me like this, Sir.” you cried, clutching onto the sheets below you as he made slow  passes up and down your slit. He chuckled darkly, pushing you just a little further before he finally, gratefully put the tip of his cock into you. 

 Just at that, you could feel your inner walls clenching around him at your entrance, wanting to draw him in  further into you. With how busy you had been with work and how much time he had given you to recover since being impaled by Diavolo and himself, it had been an eternity and a half since you last felt him fill your needy hole with his dick. A mixture of curses and his name fell from your lips as you hungrily took every inch of him. He was so terrible, taking his time to make the first pass in you; but it was the most fulfilling experience when he was fully seated inside of you. Your body molded itself around him, clinging to him for dear life as you rutted against his hips, begging for stimulation.

 He didn’t want to torture you any further, after seeing your sweet face scrunch of up pure pleasure once he fully sank himself into you. Now, what he wanted was for your body to memorize just how good he could make it feel; and that meant fucking you right into his bed. The pace he set was just enough to bring you to the precipice of an orgasm with a few thrusts. “I know you want to cum…” He growled into your ear. “Feel free to do as many times as you want tonight.” 

 As soon as the permission was given, you spasmed around his cock still thrusting into you. You screamed his name, the sounds of sex and your moans filling the room as he picked up the pace and slammed his hips into you harder as you climaxed. Fucking you while your inner walls fluttered in orgasm never failed to bring him close to the edge and he was losing himself as well to the throes of pleasure. 

 You counted maybe two or three more orgasms before his own hips stuttered and his pace became erratic, his own release coming soon. You wrapped your legs around him, drawing him closer to you until his own hips stilled and he spilled his seed into you. 

 The brunt of what was in the strawberries finally hit you and the need that roiled in your blood intensified, making you keen and milk him hungrily. He pulled out of you, watching his cum drip out of your hole before taking a finger and slowly working it back into you. The sex was already mindblowing and your body was telling you that it was getting tired of being so overstimulated; but, it wasn’t enough. You wanted more and you pulled him in for a searing hot kiss full of tongue and teeth. “I want all of you. Give me that demon cock of yours. Fill me.” You demanded in between kisses. “Please, I need it…” 

 You heard him chuckle darkly before he agreed to your request. There was a fluttering sound and you saw black feathers in your peripheral vision as he shifted into his demon form. You smiled lazily, admiring how beautiful he was illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. You hadn’t seen this side of him since the first time. Even if you knew what to expect the second time around, it was just as awe inspiring as the first. You knew what was to come now and you eagerly awaited his next move. 

 “Hands and knees.” He growled and you scrambled to follow his orders. Your knees quaked a bit as you got into position. You could feel the bed dip from his weight as he joined you in it, lining the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt. With one smooth motion, he was buried in you right up to the top of his knot. “Yes... “ He hissed, fisting his hand in your hair and pulling you up to be flush up against his chest while he set a brutal pace. “Yes..” 

 You were in heaven, your body feeling nothing but euphoria as it conformed to every ridge and vein of his cock that worked in and out of you. You came only after a few thrusts, but you knew it was far from over. Lucifer’s thick girth and massive length working in and out of your dripping pussy would push you right to the edge of pure bliss and you couldn’t wait to chase that feeling with him. 

 His free hand snaked around your waist to rub your clit, sending you keening and again into another orgasm. His sharp fangs raked the soft skin of your neck, leaving welts and marks that would last for days. The pain only added to the experience and you rode out yet another high around his cock. 

 “All of me.” He growled, slowing his thrusts to start pushing his knot into you. You let out a strangled gasp, feeling the familiar stretch at your entrance. It was blindingly blissful, being penetrated so deeply by his cock and then to be stretched to your limits with his knot. There was no other feeling like it and even without the aphrodisiacs coursing through you, you knew it was the best sex you would ever have. You breathed slowly, feeling every inch of his knot enter you, your eyelids fluttering as you could only imagine what it looked like right now as your pussy engulfed him. 

 He groaned when the tie was complete, your core accepting every last bit of him and now, his true pleasure began. He pushed you back onto the bed, letting you brace yourself on your elbows while his hands went to your waist to keep you steady. He rutted into you, rocking back and forth and groaning every time he felt your walls clench around him. You could tell he was close and with one last possessive growl, he pushed himself as deeply as he could into you, releasing his load. The warmth of his seed filling you doing its job as it brought you to one last climax before you felt your arms give way and you collapsed from exhaustion. 

 Lucifer gently maneuvered you to lay on your side so he could join you in the bed with his knot still fully embedded in you. He could still feel his balls twitching, releasing his cum in spurts inside of you as he nestled you into the crook of his arms and protectively wrapped his wings around your form. 

 “Congratulations on making it through a year here.” He praised, stroking your hair and lulling you into sleep. 

 “Of course, I expect to be with you for many years to come.” 

 “That’s exactly what I want to hear.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head as you dozed off into slumber. “Stay for the night… It’s too late to get you home by now.” 

 “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” You said, clenching yourself around his cock and he chuckled at your response. 

 “This is very true.” He said, still petting you methodically and watching you fall asleep. 

 He waited patiently for you to start softly snoring before he allowed himself the privilege of resting as well. His knot was still hard and firmly entrenched in you and it would likely stay that way for a few more hours. He watched your body slowly rise and fall in slumber and listened to you mumble in your sleep while he let himself soak in the soft moment. 

 “I love you, Lucifer…” You mumbled in your sleep, shifting a little and clinging onto the arm he had thrown across you. 

 “I know.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head, fully satisfied with the result of a long years’ worth of training. “I love you, too.” 

 Caring for humans was still a foreign concept to Lucifer; but, he could make an exception for you.

Fin

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Human World Adventures

Part 7

After setting things straight with Satan, everything turns back to normal, or at least that's how it seems. One of them is how Haruka is now freely hanging out with the brothers again like it's no big deal.

Levi: You have a what-

Haruka: A streaming schedule-

Levi: In my room?

Haruka: Why? Am I bothering you?

Levi: ....no....? But why?

Haruka: Because your room has nice gaming set up!

Levi: Wait, you're bringing a camera in?! [panic]

Haruka: Relax! I'm not gonna shoot you! You have 0 screen time in my streams.

Levi:...I don't know if I should feel relieved or offended...

So here she is, shooting her stream with Levi playing his game in the background. In the living room, Ichigo, Solomon, Asmo, and Luke are watching a movie. Somehow Solomon shares his popcorns with everyone, but he literally smacks the hand away as soon as Ichigo tries to grab some.

Ichigo: What the-

Solomon: No ^^

Ichigo: ??? That's like a big bowl of popcorn....? Wha-

Solomon: But it's from my money. Get your own popcorn!

Ichigo: ????

Asmo: ????

Luke: ????

Asmo: Babe, it's just popcorns....?

Luke: Solomon, come on, it's just a bowl of popcorn! It's not a big deal!

Ichigo: Wait, which popcorn is this....? [suspicious af]

Solomon: ... Jolly time popcorn....? I think...?

Asmo: You didn't even grocery shop....the last person who grocery shop is Lucifer...

Solomon: Uhm.... [runs off]

And this is how Solomon almost got thrown across the room. But he is lucky both Luke and Asmo are holding her back.

Ichigo: GET BACK HERE, YOU ASSHAT!!

Solomon: nO!

Welp, there he goes, of course leaving the popcorn to them. More for them, I guess. Now back to Haruka and her streaming adventures! After a few minutes, Haruka is finally done with her stream and lying on one of Levi's couches. Levi is, of course, still playing with his game, minding his own business, suddenly he heard his door opening. There he sees Satan by his door.

Levi: Why are you here....?

Satan: Why not...?

Levi: You barely even care about my room... GET OUT!

Satan: Who are you to tell me so?!

Levi: ... You little- [angy snake noises]

Suddenly the two of them hear a thud across the room. The two demons turn to see Haruka's face getting hit by her phone. These two demons try not to laugh as Haruka lazily puts her phone away and rubs that one painful spot.

Levi: ...are you okay?

Haruka: Yeah....?

Levi: Just go to sleep. You seem really tired.

Haruka: I guess... [falls asleep on the couch]

Satan prefers her to sleep in a bed and suddenly picks her up, shocking the water demon.

Levi: ...? Just let her sleep....?

Satan: Yeah, in bed.

Levi: Whatever... I don't vibe with your logic anymore.

Satan ignores Levi's comment and gets out. Once he's out, Luke, Asmo, and Ichigo stare in his direction, but this man ignores them and goes into his room. However, he asks Luke to help him with his door, causing confusion to the tiny angel.

Luke: What even is that?

Satan: New bolster. Just open it.

Luke: ....Okay... [opens the door]

Once he's in, he closes the door by his hip, causing a loud thud to be heard by everyone. Ichigo and Asmo both look in the door's direction seeing Luke backing away out of shock.

Ichigo: What the-

Luke: What was that about....?

Asmo: Perhaps too excited for his gigantic cat bolster, who knows... he's been looking through online shops to buy one.

Luke: Not a reason to smack the door right in front of me! >:(

Asmo: Come on, Luke! The movie is still going. We can worry about that later!

Luke: Okay! [runs towards Asmo and Ichigo]

Now back inside, Satan finally places Haruka on his bed and tucks her in with his green-black cat patterned blanket. He stares at her a bit but suddenly realizes he hasn't taken a shower. So off he goes to the bathroom. This nasty fury!

As Satan showers, Haruka is still asleep and currently deep inside the dream world as she's hugging a bolster. At the same time, Satan finally gets out of the shower. Oh, if only she's awake, this is a good view-

(Ichigo: Narrator stop being thirsty-

Narrator: I can't???

Haruka: ??? What's happening??)

Anyways, as I was saying, Satan gets out in just a towel coat. It's still a good view, that che- *cough* I mean, that wet hair. He's still drying it off with his towel as he stares at Haruka, who's asleep. At first, it's just to make sure Haruka is sleeping nicely, but then his eyes focus on her ring, a beautiful light blue crystal ring with sparkling diamonds surrounding the crystal. Satan removes the ring to observe it more since it's so pretty.

Satan: Ah, sapphire, quite an expensive one, I see...

Satan: He seems to be preparing quite a lot to propose to her. Interesting.... oh well, I'll keep it for a while to study it further.

The next day, Haruka wakes up, first thinking she's in Levi's room, so she greets him good morning.

Haruka: Morning Levi...

Satan: I'm sure the person you're talking to isn't Levi^^

Haruka: Wait... SATAN?!

Satan: Good morning to you too^^

Haruka sighs and looks around, and finds her ring missing. She panics and tries to find it but instead finds Satan just casually sitting on the couch, reading a book as always as he drinks his morning tea.

Haruka: ...Hey, Satan....have you seen my ring...?

Satan: A ring? What sort of ring are you talking about?

Haruka: My engagement ring! It has a royal blue sapphire on it with two diamonds surrounding it, have you seen it?! [panic]

Satan: Not that I know off.

Haruka: Are you sure?

Satan: I'm certain that I do not see your ring^^

Haruka:...

Satan: [proceeds with his book]

Suddenly Haruka pounces on him and starts tickling the sh*t out of him, causing the avatar of wrath to let out a yelp, and his book is now history.

Satan: Wait-wait! Why are you tickling me?! Stop it!

Haruka: Tell me where that ring is!!

Satan: I don't know!! If anything, you should ask Mammon! He's the one who's most likely to take such jewelry!

Haruka: ...Mammon?

Satan: What? You expect me, the avatar of wrath, to take your ring? Now you're not making sense.

Haruka: .....Fine... I'm watching you, though-

Satan: Be my guest.

Haruka: Fine!

Haruka gets out of the room, and she ends up asking around about her ring. One of them is Lucifer.

Lucifer: A ring? What kind of ring is it?

Haruka: My engagement! Did you see it somewhere? Did I drop it?

Lucifer: I don't think so... I actually just got back with Diavolo and Barbatos from our meeting last night.

Haruka: I see....alright then...

Next up, she asks Levi where it was. The avatar of envy just shrugs, saying he has no idea.

Levi: I think you still wear it when Satan carried you away. Maybe it was dropped on its way there. Who knows...

Haruka: What?! Oh no... [runs to the second floor to find it]

As she finds the ring, Ichigo and the twins (more like Ichigo and Beel because Belphie is carried by Beel) walk through that same exact hallway. The two of them find Haruka trying to find her ring.

Beel: Haruka, what's wrong? Did you lose something?

Haruka: My ring! Have you seen it?! Is it by the hallways?! It's costly, and it's my engagement ring!

Beel:... I didn't...sorry, Haruka.

Ichigo: Are you sure you didn't take it off before bed? Maybe it's on your nightstand?

Haruka: No, I was still wearing it last night, and the following day it's gone!

Ichigo: If so...where were you last night? Or at least this morning?

Haruka: in Levi's room, but Satan carries me away to his room. That's how I end up in his room.

Ichigo: that son of a- wait Lucifer's not a biss.... uh...that biss!

Beel: Did he....?

Ichigo: There are possibilities, but we'll find out soon.

Haruka: [sigh] I need some air...

In just seconds, Haruka ran out the door, shocking Levi, watching an anime in the living room.

Levi: What just happened...?

Ichigo: Haruka went out for some air...

Levi: Oh well...

Once she's outside, she ends up on a garden bench trying to calm herself. Probably she did misplace it somewhere on Satan's nightstand...but she doesn't find it there either, plus she is sure that Satan took her ring... but she didn't even see the ring in his pockets.

Solomon: I knew I'd find you here!

Haruka: Oh...Solomon...

Solomon: Well, I'm sure you're wondering where your ring is, don't you?

Haruka: Yeah... I'm scared Simeon might get mad at me for it...

Solomon: He'll probably get mad at the person taking it away, but I'm sure he won't get mad at you. I've known him for years, I even lived with him!

Haruka: ....true....

Solomon: But if you're still trying to find it, I can help you

Haruka: You would?

Solomon: Yeah, I mean, I've been learning time magic for a while

Haruka: Fair enough, let's do that

Solomon uses his time magic, revealing what's happening that night. Although it was successful, Haruka needs to pause the reveal a bit because of such a view.

Solomon: Seriously?

Haruka: What?

Solomon: Your nose...

Haruka: Oh shoot!

Solomon: Oh shoot, is the right reaction... [gives her tissues]

Haruka: Just continue...

The two proceed to see the footage. Suddenly Solomon is curious and decides to raise up his clothes, causing Haruka to go through another nosebleed-

Haruka: Solomon wtf-

Solomon: Oh, so it's on all guys-

Haruka: Yeah-

Solomon: hmmm, you're definitely dead once it's Beel

Haruka:...

Suddenly the two of them find Ichigo inside the telepathy chatroom shocking the two of them.

Ichigo: Well, well, didn't know I'd get to see such a view

Solomon: How did you get here?!

Ichigo: Telepathic chatroom? Also, that's some good abs-

Solomon: Found two humans dead. Anyways-

Haruka: Just continue!

Solomon: And here, more tissue. [somehow continues the footage]

The three of them watch the clownery unfolds, and it turns out that Satan took the ring, and he dares to put that in Mammon's room.

Ichigo: Wow...he really is a biss...

Solomon: And I thought he's most mature of them all...

Ichigo: That'd be his dad- and-

Haruka: And who-

Ichigo: ....Beel?

Solomon: Whipped as ever-

Ichigo: Excuse-

Solomon: Anyways! We found the culprit! Let's get our asses home!

So the three of them get home and finds Ichigo holding the ring with Mammon staring at it, Asmo figuring out who the culprit was, and Simeon, who's as confused as ever. Seeing this, Haruka instantly hides behind Solomon due to reflex.

Simeon: Haruka, you're home!

Haruka: Yeah....hi...

Ichigo: We found your ring, it's in Mammon's room, but we still have no idea who stole it since Mammon swears on Lord Diavolo he hasn't seen such-

Simeon: [glares at Ichigo because she's about to cuss]

Ichigo: seen such things-

Mammon: I did! I have never seen that in my whole entire life! What even is that?! That looks like it's from the human world!

Simeon: It is^^ I bought them in the human world.

Ichigo: Swarovski?

Simeon: Yeah...

Asmo: That's an expensive brand! It'd be crucial if it got lost!

Haruka: I don't know the price, but it is indeed expensive.

Solomon: Well, lucky for you guys, I've found the culprit.

Asmo: You did? Who is it?

Solomon: Satan.

Everyone: What?!

Solomon: I know, it's odd by here [shows some footage he got thanks to time magic]

Simeon looks at the footage, and his patience is slowly decreasing. He actually thought Satan had truly moved on and would stop pestering his relationship with Haruka but instead, he's witnessing Satan taking off Haruka's ring and blames Mammon for it. Sure he can take Haruka's ring and place it somewhere, but the fact that he blames Mammon for it...now he's just pulling someone into his own problem.

Mammon: That Lil sht! Let me at it! Stop holding me back, Levi! I'm gonna kick his ass!

Levi: No! It's not worth it!

Mammon: No! Not when he's accusing me of something I didn't do!

Levi: Mammon, come on! It's not worth it, plus we even found the ring! It's fine!

Ichigo: At least we found the ring, but I feel bad that Mammon gets to be the scapegoat of this mess.

Beel: I can help you break down the door if you want-

Ichigo: Hon, let's not destroy the door. We don't want that thing to happen again...

Simeon: It's okay, everyone^^. At least the ring is found.

Mammon: Yea, and still dares to blame me! I'm still kicking his ass!

Luke: Don't make me shoot you with my holy water gun, Mammon!

Mammon: Shut it, Fid- OUCH! WHAT THE-

Luke: Told you. It's holy water.

Simeon: Luke... ^^

Luke: Hehe... :3

Ehe te nanda- wait- wrong fandom. Anyways, the ring is found, and everything is back to normal until Ichigo proposes the craziest idea she ever said.

Barbatos: What?! [chokes on his tea]

Ichigo: As I said, time travel. I think all this chaos wouldn't happen if Haruka didn't get attracted to Simeon.... her being with Satan.... then Reika wouldn't meet us....the war didn't happen.... yada yada yada...

Barbatos: That's a very risky move, Ichigo... are you sure?

Ichigo: I think we'll be okay...

Barbatos: It might change some of our memories. Well, not mine since I'll be involved, but it will affect the others, even your boyfriend, Beel.

Ichigo: Is it too big of a risk?

Barbatos: Yes, it is too risky. I don't recommend doing it... just accept what has happened.

Ichigo: Okay...

Jokes on you! I'll still be making this time travel clownery, but it won't be here, of course. Just an experiment I did

Barbatos: Author no-

Wait, how did he communicate with me-

Barbatos: I'm the master of time and realities, and I can clearly hear you.

Okay.... well... I found a way so they won't be affected-

Barbatos: By creating two reality branches?

Perhaps...

Barbatos: [sigh] Do what you want-