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✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... mentions m!reader a few times but can be read as gn for the most part lol, implied romantic/queerplatonic relationship but interpret it as you like, its pretty soft man idk what to say
:¨·.·¨ ♥︎ a.n... need more dateables content on my blog sigh>.<)) i began this all the way last year in april.... (∩﹏∩) i am slowly clearing out my drafts and reqs okay!!!! (i hope the halloween special final will be out before this years halloween...)
DIAVOLO !
now, we all know he's a bit ... behind on things outside of ruling an entire realm so he most definitely had to ask barbatos and lucifer for suggestions.
he was taking you all these fancy, bougie places with a clear itinerary in mind (thanks to the influence of a certain avatar of pride) that at the end of the day felt more like a tour of devildom than a date.
on the last of his planned out date, it ended up raining and the two of you somehow spent the last couple of hours talking to each other underneath the shade of a tree where you found out that all the dates were thanks to diavolo's right hand men.
after that talk you finally convinced him to take you places that were dear to him and to allow you to plan future dates as well.
he insists on paying, regardless of how much you protest and tell him that you also have pride as a man (it's just something you have to deal with sorry).
take him on a date in the human realm and watch as this scary ruler of all demons turns into a big baby, fascinated with everything (now its your turn to play tour guide).
if you get him one of those cheap, silly little keychains you find in gift stores, he'd treasure it for as long as he lives.
if you get anything matching (be it a shirt, keychains, plushies, you name it), he'll have the biggest sparkling eyes you've ever seen on a living being and beg you to wear it for the rest of your time in the human realm.
his favourite dates are the ones where you and him simply enjoy a cup of tea and snacks barbatos prepared in the castles garden glass gazebo (its domestic and he likes seeing you in his 'domain' so to say).
BARBATOS !
picnics. with your favourite snacks he's prepared from as early as the night before.
appreciates every moment alone with you especially since it's rare for the two of you to be together without the others around.
he always goes for something he knows you'll like, and if you don't enjoy a particular part of the date he'll keep it in mind.
the most important part of the date to him is seeing you happy and being in your company.
thought there would never come a time where he would be peeved by diavolo calling for him until one day the demon lord forgot about his date with you and wondered where he went.
after that diavolo encouraged barbatos to go out with you more often (would not take no for an answer no matter how much barbatos tried to turn him down).
he'd be a bit hesitant to go to the human realm since he'd be so far away from diavolo but the thought of being alone with you is just so tempting (he's a demon after all) he can't decline.
if you bought him a little plush keychain TRUST it would be posed carefully in the kitchen where he can see it every day while he prepares the de facto demon kings meals.
he would take you to the most unknown and hidden spots in devildom that even diavolo wouldn't know of their existence and turn it into a frequent rendezvous spot (and perhaps it excites a small part of you, perhaps because it's more or less a secret that only you and barbatos share).
SIMEON !
simple minded. likes going anywhere with you.
gotta say though, he especially likes the way your eyes crinkle when you smile after tasting a homemade sweet treat.
doesn't have an ideal date with you but dates where you two bake together are his favourite.
also note. he will tear up if you turn the tables on him and prepare him some treats of your own specialty (his only smiles wider when he hears you grumble about being as much of a househusband as he is).
even if you make something that could rival solomon's cooking, he'd still eat it with a smile (because you made it all for him and he would be a fool to pass it up).
if you guys go out for a stroll in any of the three realms, he'd always have his hand on you (fingers intertwined with yours, arm coiled around your waist and such).
he'll find some small treasure from the date and keep it tucked away somewhere.
loves taking pictures with a polaroid so he can treasure the memories (he especially loves taking candid pictures of you, especially while eating one of his sweets of course).
be prepared to gain weight if he takes you up to the celestial realm, he will make sure you eat every single angelic dish until you couldn't do so much as waddle around.
likes taking you around the celestial realm and telling you all the stories of his past and some passed down stories from other older angels.
while passing through the many gardens of the celestial realm, he'll sneakily pluck a flower or two for you until you end up with nothing less than a small bouquet (and more often than not getting a rather lengthy scolding from michael).
SOLOMON !
you know that UR card of him where he takes you on a magic carpet ride??? yeah expect that sort of shit constantly.
he is so fond of you and your reactions and that just makes him wanna toy around with you all the more.
he's not ashamed to cause a ruckus in all three realms as long as he can see you either laugh until tears gather in the corner of your eyes or cling onto him while half heartedly yelling at him, he's willing to pull out all his little tricks up his sleeve.
he is such a menace but you can tell he puts a lot of thought and care into his surprises, you can't find it in yourself to be upset with him (and truth be told you do enjoy the rise he brings out of you).
during a rare moment of vulnerability, he'd take you around his hometown and reminisce his youth, telling tales of ancient memories that only he would remember (noting the way his eyes shone with an emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint).
never one to dwell in his nostalgia for long, he would take you to another spot and spin some hauntingly believable ghost story just to scare you (whether you believe it or not, solomon will most definitely try to sneak in a few spooks here and there especially with magic).
after he would torment you and every other living being in his vicinity, he'd like to end the day by doing something comparatively calmer and laid back, perhaps something as simple as cuddles, reading together (or maybe even him reading to you), or watching a movie.
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Kinktober Day 1:Breast Worship with Diavolo
Pronouns: The reader is referred to as a man but no exact pronouns are used after that.
Physical Sex: AMAB
How far are things going?: This is for kinktober. Take a wild guess how far things are going (Not full-blown sex but sexual teasing.)
Warnings: Smut, lots of talk of his boobs as they are the focus MDNI
Outline: Reader and Diavolo havent seen each other in a few days as paper work has piled up and you had work travels. You finally get back and as you promised you were ready to mark up his chest.
What inspired me to write how I did: Nothing!
Diavolo shuttered as your cold hands traced his black button-up. He was still at his desk working when you finally arrived home. However once you stepped through his office door, he practically shoved the papers away and leaped to you.
His voice was shaky as he tried to tell you his excitement that you were home as your fingers gently pinched at his nipples. "hm I'm so happy you're hOME! I've missed you so much!!" his thighs clenched as your hands continued their abuse of his chest. Groping him from behind
His hands reached up and started undoing the pearl-white buttons, which were already strained by his chest size but were practically popping due to your hands. He was hoping to tease you a bit when you had gotten home with a shirt that was a bit too tight, but you blew right past that attempt of his.
Finally getting each button undone, the warm air spread across his chest making him whine. He turned around in your arms pushing himself to your lips for a desperate kiss. His hands didn't know where to land as he pushed your head down to his chest. His ass hit the top of his desk from backing up.
He hoped to land on the couch in his office but was happy to get off his feet anyway. While you slotted yourself between his legs, his hands pushed your head down once again. You latched on just above his nipples, marking the skin.
The purple mark contrasted the soft brown skin of his chest. His legs pulled you closer as you finally focused your attention on his left nipple. His eyes watched you closely as you nipped and licked at the soft bud on his chest. Your eyes were closed, seemingly losing yourself.
His slacks felt almost painfully tight as you placed wet kisses on his sternum. Your mouth pulled away as you glanced down, "Oh wow, I knew you missed me," your right hand reached down and softly gripped his growing hard-on. He was undoubtedly a great size, but with you, it just sat weeping. "I didn't know it was this much, Dia I would've been home sooner had I known.." your finger traced the outline of his cock with your pointer finger. His back arched slightly as you touched.
Unzipping his slacks, your mouth lacked onto his left nipple, flicking it between your teeth. His hands attempted to push your head further onto his chest, but it was out of desperation; you weren't able to take more of him in your mouth. The sharp pain of you sucking kept him wanting more and more. His legs wrapped around you, attempting to pull you into him.
"Please, (name), keep going!" "Touch me more!" "I missed you so much!" "I couldn't stop thinking about you!"
His voice was breathy as he clung to you more and more. He was just saying anything that came to mind; he didn't want to fully give into the pleasure, wanting it to last as long as he could manage. Hands tangled in your hair, keeping a firm grip on handfuls of your locks, only giving enough highway to breathe.
His golden eyes were clouded when you left a second, third, and fourth mark across his hot skin. His legs shook as your warm tongue became unrelenting on the now-hardened buds. His boxers had a dark spot, even with the lack of attention it was getting from you. The warmth of your mouth trailed down his toned stomach, nipping at the skin as you went. His hands followed your head as you went further and further.
"I think you deserve more attention, don't you think?"
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Obey Me! One-shot; Eternally By My Side
Diavolo X GN! Reader || SFW || CW // TW: mild angst and topics about mortality and death [not directly talked about but skimmed over] - General Summary: You've always treated Diavolo like every other demon despite being a human [sorcerer-in-training] and the future demon king pulls you aside to spend time with you after school by asking a favour from you - but there was more instore for the night with the prince ahead of you.
"Y/N! Wait up!" You hear the familiar voice of the echo throughout the academy's courtyard as you leave for the day after a very long RAD school officer meeting. You turned around and saw the future demon king walking in your direction with his usual smile on his face, his sharp canine teeth visible. "Ah, Y/N. How are you? I've missed you." "Lord Diavolo, hey... Long time, no talk." you greet the tall auburn red-headed male, looking up at him to meet his eyes. "Where's Barbatos? He's usually by your side almost all the time." Diavolo let out a soft chuckle with your words, "I've let Barbatos take the day off for the rest of the day. He's currently away on a leisure trip in the human world. And please, call me just Diavolo - there's no need for formalities. We are friends" He said with a warm smile on his lips. You couldn't help but just smile from Diavolo's usual calm and friendly demeanour. "Is there anything you need from me?" You asked, "I'm sure I've already given in my exchange student report for the week" "I wanted to ask you a favour of you, you aren't too busy, right?" Staying quiet as you tried to recall if anything important was happening in the House of Lamentation with the 7 demon brothers. "No, not busy. What can I help you with?" "How about you come over to the castle tonight, I was hoping you can cook me traditional human world food." Diavolo said with a warm smile, his words taking you back.
'Diavolo wishes for me to cook for him..?' You think to yourself as you process the situation, "O-oh? Why the sudden request? Maybe one of your servants is more suited for the job and all."
The tanned demon tilted his head in thought as he placed his hands on his hips, "Hmmm... I’ve just been craving human world food lately since my last visit, and it's true that one of my workers are more suited to the task of making me something for dinner but... "I think having you being a human from the human world would bring the authentically to what I crave, therefore putting my cravings to ease."
You were hesitant to accept such a favour and task. This isn't one of the brothers you were facing, this was Diavolo himself. With a shaky breath you finally spoke, "Fine. I'll be more than happy to cook for you." You white lied.
You began walking by the tall male's side, leaving the school grounds and walking towards the streets of the shopping district, "Though, I want to stop by the grocery if that's okay. I don't want to mess with the inventory of your castle's kitchen."
"I don't mind that at all, Y/N." Diavolo said, "Lead the way."
~~~
The two of you walked in silence for a bit, Diavolo looking around in wonder and fascination - finally not restricted to a path and not surrounded by his royal guards or having Barbatos by his side.
"You know, I'm curious about something." the Demon started, looking down at the human by his side, “Have… I ever intimidated you by any chance or even, how have I ever intimidated you? You’ve always seemed so calm and close to me since your first arrival in the Devildom. “You can be honest with me, you know? I won’t get mad over your answer, I promise.” You hesitated a bit to speak till a soft smile crept up upon your lips as you reminisce the memories that gave instant nostalgia , “Honestly, you have and still intimidate me” you say though a chuckle.
Diavolo raised his eyebrows in surprise yet intrigued, “Oh? And what reason would that be? I would like to hear it, I promised I won’t be mad about your answer.” A wave of silence filled the air as he eagerly waited for your response, watching you at the corner of his eye as you rubbed your neck.
“You’re like… Basically a six foot five or even seven foot tall demon. That’s already as intimidating when I’m practically a much shorter human. Even if you don’t have your horns and wings out and just showing off your demonic form - your height alone is quite scary.” You chuckled.
Your words made his eyes widen slightly in surprise, taken back by your words but taking his every syllable of your words. “Yes, I suppose I am quite the tall demon, even in my humanoid form, So…” he began, “You… you’re not intimidated by my rank within the Devildom, or my power?” You shook your head, “Not really? I get that you’re a nobel being heir to the throne after the Demon King and all, but…” you trail off in your thoughts before continuing to speak. “I still remember you brought me down here for the first year of the Three-World Exchange Student program, despite knowing your status, I still kinda resisted you and told you I wanted to go home to the human world - I even accused you of kidnapping me.
“So, safe to say - I’m not worried about your rank or power.”
Diavolo laughed as you brought up the memory, looking down at you with a smile, “Ah yes. I remember that day quite fondly, the look on Lucifer’s face when you were telling me off was quite amusing.” he reminisced with you, noticing the two of you were approaching one of the many groceries in the town. “Is this one good? Do you want to go here?” He asked with a soft smile, pointing over at the grocery.
You look at the store the prince pointed out to you, “Yeah, this one is fine… but, are you sure you want to come with me inside? I mean, I don’t want you to have unnecessary attention or anything of the sort.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about the attention,” Diavolo said through a soft chuckle. “Besides, being out in public like this might make it fun, it’s filled with new experiences I wouldn’t get if I was under supervision, even if it’s just for this evening.”
“I never ask,” You said as you walked into the grocery, Diavolo in close pursuit. “What exactly are you craving from the human world?”
“Oh, I found something called ‘Drive-thru’ food. I saw it’s quite popular with humans. We have it in the Devildom food, but I’m just curious about the human variation of what we have down here.” He said with a smile, watching you pick up one of the baskets offered by the store to carry around the ingredients .
You let out a soft chuckle, “You mean fast food, right?” you corrected him as you two slowly walked through the produce and perishable food section of the store, trying to ignore the prying eyes of the lesser demons gawking at the two of you - but mostly at Diavolo’s presence among them.
“Ah yes, that’s what I mean.” the prince said with a grin.
“I think I can do that, is there anything you had in mind?” you asked, “The prompt of Fast food is kinda broad. In the human world, there’s quite a few fast food chains that serve pretty much anything you're craving for at almost any time of the day.” you continued, enlightening your demon prince friend on the topic that took his fancy.
“What about burgers? Those seem to be popular choices among humans, especially as a quick source of sustenance.” Diavolo mumbled, covering his mouth slightly as he thought, “I often see it paired with fries so, maybe that too…”
“Isn’t Barbatos going to scold you for having this kind of food? Are you just using me to have something unhealthy to eat?” You couldn’t help but question his choices, looking at some vegetables as Diavolo towered over you, standing by your side.
“Well, Barbatos isn’t here right now,” He said with a playful smile on his lips, completely avoid your second question,“Besides, he won’t know if we never tell him, right?”
“He’s going to find out eventually.” You countered, chuckling at your own words as you examined every ingredient to ensure it’s in the best quality before moving onto the next, Diavolo following you diligently with every step you took.
“Well, he won’t know right away if we don’t tell him.”
“We, Dia? You’re gonna rope me into this” You looked up at him with a blank stare only to be met back with sunshine yellow eyes as he gave you that pouty look a young child would give their parents to get their way. You tried to fight it but gave up with a sigh escaping your lips, “Fine, Diavolo. I won’t snitch on you on Barbatos.”
Diavolo’s pout slowly curled into a proud smile, happy he’s gotten his way with one once more.
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You assemble the dish with shaky hands, trying to make it as presentable as possible as your thoughts and worries about what you cooked run wild in your head. It’s not like you were bad at cooking, you can at least cook something that was edible - but you weren’t as good as the Royal Butler who was always by Diavolo’s side every waking second of the day. As you shakily transferred the fries from the draining rack to the plate beside the burger you spent a bit too long on so it looked good.
“Wow, Y/N! That looks absolutely delicious” You heard a voice call out in its usual chipper voice. “It’s perfect! You made it look even better than the ones I’ve seen before.”
Your attention snapped from the meal in front of you to the demon towering over you. “Diavolo! You fully know that you of all people are not allowed in here.” You said with panic in your tone, your anxiety starting to peek through. You gently turn Diavolo around, placing a gentle hand on his back as you escorted his to the doors he came in from, “You are aware that I’m basically responsible for you and your actions tonight right? Barbatos will kill me if he knew you were in here, and under my supervision. Well, not exactly ‘kill’ kill me - but he’d probably shove me into a time void if he could without messing up the timelines!” You hissed, Diavolo laughing as you two walked through the push doors of the kitchen and into the hallway of the castle.
“Then I’ll be sure not to tell Barbatos, it will be our secret.” Diavolo said with a content sigh, turning around and looking at you with caring eyes. “I just finished the majority of my paperwork that was left in my study before Barbatos left for the day. I just wanted to see how you were doing and I have to say - you did a fantastic job with preparing my meal for this evening.” He said with a chuckle, his golden eyes reading your facial expression, “It just… seems you're nervous but I want you to relax a bit. I understand your anxiety, but I am not here to judge you.”
You let out a sigh as you run one hand through your hair, pushing it back, and the other hand on your hip as you look for the words to say, looking at the closed door of the kitchen. “I’m just anxious about satisfying you with what I made for you. No, more than just satisfy you with this meal” you confessed,
“Cooking for the brothers back in the House of Lamentation isn’t no where near the same expectation level as cooking for you; the future king of the Devildom. I’m nowhere near Barbatos’ level of professionalism and skill that he has alone.”
Diavolo lets out a laugh, “You don’t need to worry about me or this meal, I promise I’m not a picky eater. I’m sure I’ll be satisfied with what I’ve requested to eat. Sure, Barabots could have made this meal - but I’d rather have someone who’s familiar with human world cuisine like you make it.” “I wouldn’t call it actual human world cuisine…” You said with a slight chuckle, feeling more at ease with what Diavolo is saying.
The demon lets out another laugh at your comment, “What I’m trying to say is that, as long as you put in the effort and I can tell it was made with tons of love in it, I’m sure to enjoy it. You don’t need to put so much pressure for perfection on yourself. I just want to have a nice dinner with you is all.”
You let the words sink in before nodding, turning to go back into the kitchen, “okay… Well, I’ll just finish preparing my plate. Can you just wait in the dining hall for me? Please?”
With a smile, Diavolo obliged with your request without protesting, walking down the hall to where you asked him to wait. He looked forward to finally having a meal with you, just the two of you. “Alright, Y/N… Just remember not to stress yourself too much, it’s not an extravagant meal I’m asking from you, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”
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You laid the plate in front of Diavolo spot where he sat at the head of the long table before placing yours down in a spot near him, taking a seat and beginning to eat your share of food. Diavolo watched you, making you slowly look up at the young lord with a puzzled look.
“Uhhh… is there something wrong with your food? I promise there’s no pickles, I know you don’t like those. You saw me, I didn't even look at pickles in the grocery.” You asked, Diavolo snapping out of his zoned out state.
“Hm? Oh, no. I just wanted to say this looks magnificent. I was admiring your work.” Diavolo smiled, “May I have permission to eat?” You let out a soft chuckle at Diavolo’s words, “you don’t have to ask me, I’m not one of your workers or anything. Go right ahead, sorry again for keeping you waiting.”
Diavolo’s eyes glimmered with excitement at you before looking down at the meal before him, picking up the homemade burger and taking a bite, his eyes widening with delight. “This is absolutely wonderful, Y/N! I knew having a human cooking food from the human world would make it taste better.” He said after swallowing the food in his mouth.
“Can I eat the fries too?” He asked, looking at you with bright eyes.
You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at his words, “Dia, you don’t have to ask me.” You repeat yourself, gently patting your lips with the cloth napkin as you spoke, “I won’t restrict you from eating what I made for you. I want you to enjoy this meal we’re having to the fullest.”
Diavolo lets out a soft chuckle before putting the burger down on his plate gently so it wouldn’t fall apart, “Oh my, I…” He started, seeming to be lost for words from your statements, “The way you said that, you make it like it’s such a normal thing to say. Yet it’s such a shock for me… I… Thank you” He said with a smile, picking up a fry and taking a bite of it, “You cooked these so well too! They’re perfectly salted and crispy” He said with pure wonder, earning a laugh from you as he flattered your cooking skills.
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It was an hour since you two were done eating, you’ve taken care of washing the dishes and cooking ware in the kitchen. The two of you were walking around the castle grounds under the moonlight of the eternal night of the Devildom, talking about whatever as if you were long-time friends. As your laughter settled, Diavolo looked around the area as he got lost in his thoughts,
“You know, Y/N… this is the first time I’ve had such a meal and spent my time outside of the palace like this in such a long time.” He started, walking by your side, “Not having a royal guard or Barbatos to accompany me when I was out in the town or just outside in general to detail me… or restricting me to eating current things on my plate at current times…” He said with a warm smile on his lips, “I’m glad to be doing this with you tonight, you’ve always been someone who I’ve found to easily get along with…”
His kind words made your lips curl slightly into a soft smile, “Well, you’ve been sheltered all your life, always praised at the prince and future king of the Devilsom so I understand why you are always under some kind of supervision… I’m glad to let you experience such stuff, guess I kinda make you feel like any other demon, huh?”
Diavolo let out a laugh at your words, “Ah yes, being part of the royal bloodline of the Devildom hierarchy, so I lived a quiet restricted life. The people of the palace and in the Devildom as a whole, treat me in high regards and respect mostly out of fear of facing punishments or consequences for treating me like I was like anyone else.
“I guess that’s why I’m so glad when we spend time with you… You don’t treat me any differently than anyone else I’ve seen you interact with. It’s just comfortable.”
“Well, I’m glad you feel that way, I think it’s because I’m a human. Well, sorcerer-in-training now.” You said with a soft smile.
“Well, I’m glad you treat me in such a way, I simply wish to be seen as an equal to everyone rather than just narrowing it down to just my royal status.” Diavolo stepped ahead of you before standing in your path, making you stop in your tracks, taking your hands in his, “You are… so much more than just a human to me.”
His actions and words made you freeze. You look up at him with slight confusion, “What do you mean by that Dia…?”
Diavolo’s expression softened with a caring smile, “I mean… to me, you’re more than just another human. You’re my friend… and my only genuine friend at that, not caring for my status and seeing me as the demon I am. Not treating me with the formalities everyone else does who is aware of my title. You’ve always treated me so well and so… normal, I appreciate it.”
You let out a soft chuckle, holding his hands back in a caring manner, “Well, I’m honoured to be that friend for you, Dia. You’re a great guy and I know you’d make such a great king.” You say softly, your eyes meeting his, Diavolo’s eyes filled with affection for you. “... even if I won’t be around for the day you do get crowned.”
A smile spread across Diavolo’s face before letting out a laugh, “You know, I hope you are around when I get crowned into the spot of King, I wish not to assume the position without my closest friend by my side.” He said, gently letting go of our hand and placing his free hand on your cheek, “On the topic of my crowning… It may be a bit presumptuous of me to say this, but I want you to join the Devildom’s Royal Court upon my coronation in the future as part of the council with the brothers.
“Imagine, having you; a human, in the Royal Court. Yes,it would be good to bring unity to the three worlds but having you by my side in my reign of the Devildom every step of the way would be pure bliss and keep me motivated to be a good ruler.”
You stare at his star-struck by his words, you bit your lip, hesitant to speak not wanting to crush his hopes. “Diavolo…” You started, your hands slipping out of his and falling limp on your sides, “I’m not like Solomon… I’m just a regular human.” You say with deep sadness in your eyes, your smile becoming one of melancholy “Don’t get me wrong, it’s such an honour to have you offer such a role to me. Being part of your Court alongside the brothers and Barbatos but… You know all too well that my lifespan is much shorter than yours. I fear that I won’t be around by the time the crown is passed down to you.” You hung your head, as you spoke, not wanting to face Diavolo. You couldn’t bear to see what his reaction was to your reality check.
You heard Diavolo sigh softly, feeling him place both of his hands on your shoulders, “Y/N, I know very well how short the human life-span is compared to my own and my brethren. But life is short in general, no matter human or demon. We should dwell on topics like your morality…” He spoke in a soft and comforting tone, “Don’t worry about the far future, both you and I know I’m no where near to being crowned as king as you know. There’s no way of telling what the future holds for the two of us, for both of us know there are multiple timelines with multiple possibilities and outcomes. But, what matters now is what we do now.” He said, taking one of his hands off from your shoulder, tilting your head up so your eyes meet his. “And what I want to do is to ensure you are there when I’m crowned and have you part of my Royal Court.”
Your eyes widen at his last words, getting at what he’s hinting at, “Are… are you suggesting that we tamper with my lifespan? Basically tampering with my candle in the Reaper’s cave?”
Diavolo’s smile grew when you caught on, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Solomon has given me a spell to possibly prolong your life like how he has done with his by accident. Just think about it, we can spend the rest of time together, you and I.” His eyes were filled with hope as he took your hands again in his, your eyes never leaving his as he spoke, “Please… Y/N, I have to try this, even if it won’t work - I need to try. Even if it means breaking a couple rules along the way. I’ll do whatever it will take, including defying my own father and the Reaper’s code, if that means you get to be with me longer, so be it. “I cannot just sit by and ignore the fact you will parish and fade away with time while I go on living, I need you by my side… so please, let me be selfish this one time and at least try this.”
You were taken back at his desperate pleas, his hands holding yours tightly as if you’d slipped away from him suddenly, standing there in silence as the sounds of the Devildom filled the air as you took into account Diavolo’s reasoning. “What about the timelines? Does Barbatos know about this plan of yours? Better yet, does Thirteen know about this?” you questioned, watching the prince’s eyes shine as he realised you’re considering this plan of his.
Diavolo nodded in a feverish manner, a wide smile on his lips, “Yes, Barbatos and Thirteen are aware of my plan, both are on board with his plan… all I need to know is - will you stay by my side, Y/N. Stay with me till the end of time?”
You couldn’t help but smile as the prince in front of you started tearing up, his eyes filled with hope. The thought of spending the rest of time with your best friend, living long enough seeing him become the great ruler you fantasized of him becoming made your eyes well up as well. With a smile, you slip one of your hands out from his grasp and place it on his cheek, his face inches away from you “I agree to stay with you Diavolo, I’ll stay with you till the end. Forever by your side and stand with you in your court.” Diavolo smiled widely, tears of pure rolling down his face before he closed the gasp between you two, his lips pressed up against yours, his hands tightening around yours before parting from your lips. “I promise you, Y/N…” He said with a shaky breath from his excitement, his hands trembling against yours, “I’ll be the king you hope I’ll become… I’ll take good care of you, till the end of our days.”
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angelic alteration
om brothers x reader
wc : 1.k
warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based
synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc
a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it
“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”
You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”
“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”
“Or…what?”
“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”
“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”
†
“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple.
He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore.
Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!”
He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time.
And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time.
An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess.
He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns.
“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”
†
The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time.
But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes.
He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him.
The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?”
“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face.
And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!”
The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed.
His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum.
“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!”
†
A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him.
With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure.
“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?”
Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.
“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?”
It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen.
“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out.
You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..”
†
“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going.
“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.
Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little.
“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead.
A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!”
Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip.
“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously.
“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.”
†
Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse.
“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!”
“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.”
The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold.
“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder.
You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.”
The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off.
“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”
†
“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?”
“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…”
Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make.
The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him.
He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore.
“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…”
A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace.
The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came.
Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him.
“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.”
†
“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides.
Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…”
The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop.
Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did!
As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster.
“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!”
Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress.
The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”
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𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | BEELZEBUB
part of my kinktober | masterlist
beel can’t help but look a little bit too long towards the pretty angel that’s visiting the devildom. have angels always looked so... tasty?
pairing: beelzebub x gn! angel! reader, contents: corruption, virginity loss (reader), unprotected sex, praise, a lot of allusions to beel wanting to eat reader lol, some size kink sprinkled in too, a little dacryphilia i think, but overall beel is very sweet, pet names (angel) (is it a pet name if you literally are an angel?) wordcount: 2.2k
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Beelzebub watches you from afar, violet eyes trained on your form as you walk around. Simeon is with you, as well as Luke. The tiny angel hasn’t left your side since you arrived at Diavolo's palace. You take it with stride, Beelzebub thinks. You never seem to get bothered when Luke’s high-pitched voice reaches your ears, silently listening and smiling politely.
Beel can’t exactly remember why you’re here. Something about expanding the exchange program, strengthening the connections. Bla bla bla. He watches you take a bite of your cake. It’s your third piece this evening. Do you eat when you get nervous too? Beelzebub's stomach growls.
He thinks you’re very pretty. You’re wearing some sort of white cape. Lots of gold jewellery. It’s very modest. Beel can’t help but wonder what you might look like underneath it. Would your skin be soft and squishy? Tender even?
“You need to stop staring,” Belphegor yawns. Beel shakes his head before looking at his brother. “What?”
“I mean, if I’m noticing it, then you know it’s bad. They’ve definitely noticed. You’re being creepy. And not the good kind,” Belphegor sends his brother a lazy smile. Beel feels his cheeks grow hot as he looks back at you to find you already looking at him. Your eyes meet for a second before you quickly look away. You rub the back of your neck before taking another bite of your cake.
Oh. So you do eat when you get nervous.
Beelzebub feels his mouth salivate. He swallows slowly, but it hardly helps.
“I’m gonna get some more cake,” he mumbles, making a beeline for the buffet. He’s barely scarfed down his fourth piece of cake before you interrupt him.
“Hi,”
Beel turns to look at you, quickly chewing on his cake before swallowing.
“Hello,”
You’re even prettier up close. Your skin has the kind of glow that only angels have, your eyes almost light up the room, and your smile is pleasantly soft. So cute. So unassuming.
“It’s a good cake,” you say, motioning to the table in front of you. Beelzebub, however, can barely take his eyes off you, merely humming as he keeps his gaze locked on the real treat. You giggle nervously. Beel remembers he should probably reply.
“Yeah, it’s alright,” he states, eyes still fixed on you. His stomach growls. He hopes you don’t notice, but you do; of course you do. Your smile hasn’t faltered during the whole interaction. It’s awfully polite, but Beel can’t help but wonder what you might look like, dishevelled and bewildered. How the real you look under all this facade and pretend that angels do. That he did once, too. For some reason, he wants to release you. Help set you free. Let the bird out of its cage. Never mind that he’s planning to roast the bird and eat it afterwards.
“Are you hungry?” you ask curiously. Beelzebub smiles.
“Yes, ‘m always hungry,” he says, extending his hand to you. “Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony,”
Your mouth shapes into a little o as you politely take his hand and shake it.
“Simeon told me to look out for you and your brothers,” you teasingly reply, before giving him your name as well. Beelzebub has to hold back a grin as he looks towards the other angel. With satisfaction, he notes that he’s far too busy trying to calm down Luke.
“You know, we could always go to the kitchens. They always make me food if I ask,” he says, looking back at you. You look slightly flustered about the prospect of being alone with the demon as you glance towards Simon. Then you meet Beelzebub’s eyes, and a small grin replaces your hesitation.
“We have to strengthen connections, right?”
You don’t make it to the kitchen. No, Beel has a meal in front of him that he finds much more delectable than anything the kitchen could make him. Which is how you find yourself in one of Diavolo’s many guestrooms, pressed up against a door. Beel’s hands are all over you, grabbing at your hips, waist, thighs. His hands are warm on your skin, burning through your clothes, but it doesn’t stop you from pulling him closer to you, your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers curling into his hair.
It’s hard to keep up with the way Beelzebub kisses you. He kisses like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, lips moving seamlessly against yours, swallowing up every little gasp you make when his hands travel too low, too far, too intimate.
You break away for air, moving your head to the side when Beel chases your lips. He doesn’t seem bothered, trailing soft kisses along your jaw, licking a stripe along your neck.
“I shouldn’t, hah, I shouldn’t do this; I should get back–” you gasp, hands moving to push at his chest, but Beelzebub doesn’t move an inch, his soft lips moving to your collarbones, tucking your shirt out of the way with a finger.
“We should go back,” you whine, and Beelzebub moves to look at you, violet eyes somehow gleaming red. You blink, thinking it might be the light tricking you, but the red glint remains. “Why?” he asks, and you pout, shifting against the wall, that's keeping you trapped against Beel’s boiling-hot body.
“This isn't right. I shouldn’t be doing this,” you say, resting your head against the door. Beel hums and kisses your cheek.
“But you like it, don’t you?” he asks, his voice sounding almost seductive. You frown, your eyebrows furrowing, but Beel merely looks at you like he just asked what’s for dinner.
“Do you not feel good?” he continues, and his thumbs begin to rub circles into your hips. “Do you not want to feel good?”
He kisses your neck again, slightly nibbling at the skin. You sigh and close your eyes. It’s hard to ignore the way your whole body burns with desire, the way your core pulses with need. You want so badly to turn back to the party, but some part of you can’t help but wonder what it might be like to stay here with this gluttonous demon you just met.
To give in. Just for one night.
Which is why you let Beelzebub lead you to the bed and slowly remove your clothes piece after piece till you’re completely naked underneath him. You feel vulnerable, with the way Beel’s gaze takes in every inch of your body, yet in this moment you feel more worshipped than ever. He takes his time with you, kissing down your chest, trailing spit and care along your stomach with each wet kiss, till he reaches your pulsing core.
You gasp when he touches you, hands flying to his wrists. Beel watches your reactions, waiting till you slowly let go again, your hands gripping the pillows beside you instead. Beel grins, fangs showing as he kisses your thigh, before placing your legs on his shoulders. He works you open slowly, watching your face intently as your brows furrow and your little pout returns to your face.
Angels. They’re all so uptight.
He waits till he can’t anymore, zipping open his pants and positioning himself at your entrance. Arousal clouds his mind as he rubs his tip against you. You glance down, eyes immediately widening as you spot his flushed cock between your legs, dripping with precum.
“There’s no way that’s going to fit,” you say, placing yourself on your elbows, but Beel merely grins, one hand finding your hip to keep you where he wants you.
“Relax. Of course, it will,” he states, leaning down to kiss your cheek, effectively pushing your legs to your chest. “Little angel,” he murmurs as he pushes past the first ring of resistance. You gasp at the foreign feeling, eyes squeezing shut. Beelzebub coos. You’re so soft, so gentle. He almost feels bad for you, that you’ve had to go for so long without knowing what this is like. The only reason he doesn't is because it means you've ended up here. With him. Allowing him to show you what it's like. He remembers how he felt back when he fell. How new it all was before the hunger came. Now he just wants to satisfy the gaping feeling.
He pushes further in, and you grip his shoulders. You’re strong, but you’re no match for Beel, who lets you use him as a stress toy while he bullies his thick inches inside of you.
Usually, Beel isn’t much of a talker. His escapades are few compared to most of his brothers (at least if he doesn't count Leviathan), preferring to use the fridge to drown his desires, but with you, Beel thinks he can change his mind. He isn't like this usually, but then again neither are you. Each gasp and sigh that leaves your lips is music in his ears. He might just forget that the kitchen is only fourteen doors down the hall.
He bottoms out and stays there. Your eyes are still squeezed shut as you adjust to the foreign feeling in your gut. You’ve never felt so full, so completely stuffed. It’s dizzying, the way his cock pulses and drools inside of you as you squeeze down on him.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” Beel asks, nipping at your jaw. His hands hold your thighs in place as he slowly pulls out again till only his tip is inside you. “To give in? To listen to your body for once?” he asks. His eyes are now trained on where you’re connected, as he pushes in again and watches himself disappear inside of you. A tiny moan leaves you as you throw your head back into the pillow.
He places a hand on the back of your head, making you watch as he fucks you, and the moan that's ripped from your throat is downright sinful.
His pace is slow, as though he’s savouring you. The initial sting is soon replaced with pleasure as your walls adjust to his cock. “Look at that,” he breathes, completely lost in how warm you are. “It’s almost like you were made for this.”
Violet eyes meet yours. “You just needed to get fucked, didn’t you?”
You whimper, clawing at Beelzebub’s chest as tears stream down your cheeks. It’s all so overwhelming, so completely foreign. Part of you expected something to happen—for a pair of horns to sprout out of your forehead or your skin to turn red—but all you can think about is how good it all feels. How can this be wrong when Beelzebub fits so well inside of you, when his cock stretches you out perfectly and reaches every spot just right?
Beelzebub’s pace grows rougher as he licks the salty tears of your cheeks, settling his weight on top of you and fucking you into the mattress. "You taste good," he murmurs. You’re speechless, reduced to whimpers and moans, feeling like you can’t get enough air inside your lungs. Beel groans into your ear, repeating praises and sweet nothings that make you dizzy.
“Pretty angels just want to get fucked, don’t they?”
“You’re so good, nngh, I could e- eat you.”
“Poor thing, aren’t you? Let me make you feel good.”
And, god, do you feel good as pressure builds in your stomach. It’s euphoric, really, how good Beelzebub feels inside of you. You’re not even sure you can go back to the celestial realm after this.
Not sure if you want to.
Beel watches your carefully crafted facade crack with each thrust of his cock, and the sight satisfies a deep hunger in his gut. He wishes he’d done this sooner. Hell, he wishes he could watch your pretty face morph in pleasure and disbelief forever. Doubt and scepticism look so marvellous on your face as you’re fucked into oblivion.
It doesn’t take much for you to reach your high, and you cry out as your back arches off the bed and your walls pulse and clench around Beel’s cock. Pleasure courses through every part of you, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. It takes even less for Beelzebub to follow you, groaning into your ear as he fucks you both through your high. His cock twitches as he fills you up with cum. He comes a lot, so much that it’s dripping out where you’re connected, down your ass and Beel's balls, onto the sheets below you.
You lay still for a while, both catching your breaths before Beelzebub pulls out and removes himself from your sticky body. You lay, still in disbelief at what just happened. It occurs to you that you’re still completely naked, while Beel is dressed, and you pull at the sheets to cover your body.
Beelzebub grins at your attempt to hide yourself and the way you look so perplexed. You both know he’s ruined you for good now. He can’t help but wonder if you’ll try to pretend this never happened, if you’ll clean yourself up and go back up to Simeon and Luke. He hopes you’ll give into your desires, and let him fuck you till you both pass out.
“You did good,” he says. You bite your lip. “Thank you,” you reply.
He looms over you for a while longer. “It was nice,” he says, feeling his post-orgasm haze slowly dissipate as he sheepishly rubs his neck. “I—uh,” his eyes dart around the room.
You blink almost owlishly at him, shocked at how he seems so shy after he just rearranged your guts.
“Thank you for letting me do that to you,” he says, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes past your lips.
thank you for reading!
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MC's Child
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Summary: It had been a while since the Seven Demon brothers had seen MC. When you show up in the Devildom, they were so excited to see her again. But - you're not her. You're her daughter. The Seven Demon Brothers x Fem! Reader
The group of seven demons stood around you as they looked at you with adoration and love.
You were still asleep, unable to talk to them. But you looked so peaceful that they could watch you sleep for a hundred years.
They noticed that something seemed a little different about you, but that was to be expected when they hadn’t seen you in a while.
They had missed you much in your time away from the Devildom. How long had it been? A couple of years? Time flew by when you were a demon who had lived as long as any of them had.
They wondered what you were doing back in the Devildom. Your visit was a surprise to them. None of them expected you to show up at the House of Lamentation - let alone unconscious.
They nearly freaked out when they saw you, thinking you were dead. But traveling through a portal to another realm was exhausting for a human.
And what they didn’t know was that this was your first time traveling through a portal so it was even worse for you.
Because you weren’t the amazing human that came to the Devildom as a human exchange student - you were her daughter.
Growing up, you were always told about the adventures of the Devildom, and you were left instructions on how to reach the Devildom if you were ever in trouble.
You were promised that these demons would help you no matter what. So when you found yourself in a sticky situation, after your mother passed away, you did just as you were told.
The brothers didn’t even think about this being a possibility even though the signs were in front of them.
You were the same age as your mother when she came down the Devildom but time had passed so there should have been some aging.
Not to mention, your hair color and body type were slightly different from hers.
It was different enough that someone on the outside could see that you weren’t the same person.
But close enough that the demon brothers could rationalize you were the same person.
They had missed their human so much, longing for them to come back down the Devildom since they left.
So, when another human landed on their doorstep, looking like the one they loved, it made sense for them to jump to assumptions. To hope that their human came back to them.
But, those dreams were quickly crushed when you finally woke up.
You told them about how much time had passed and how you weren’t the same person they were looking for, but that you were told they would help you.
And after a very long conversation, you were left in silence as they all processed the news in their own ways.
The news came as a shock to Lucifer.
You looked so similar to them. How could you be two different people?
He remained very stoic during your explanation, not wanting to let on how sad he was that you weren’t the person they had been wishing for.
But you weren’t far off.
And even though they missed their human dearly, they had instructed you to come and seek out the seven demon brothers.
That in itself meant the world to Lucifer because it meant they were trusted and loved by your mother just as much as they loved her.
Lucifer wasn’t sure why exactly you had come to the Devildom, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to turn you away.
He would have to inform Lord Diavolo and Barbatos of the situation as soon as possible.
He would have to get their guidance and clearance on the topic.
But he knew they cared about your mother as much as any of the rest of them, so they would have no qualms with letting you stay in the Devildom for a little while.
Lucifer wished he would have had another chance to talk to your mother, to tell her how much she meant to him.
But, now that you were here, he was going to make sure he did this one thing to honor her memory.
He would make sure that you were taken care of no matter what.
Mammon was completely heartbroken when you told him that your mother passed away.
He loved her so much and he had been just waiting for another opportunity to see her again.
How had this much time passed? It didn’t make sense to him.
It felt like the blink of an eye to him and yet it was an entire lifetime.
Mammon had so many questions, but he didn’t know where to begin.
He ended up spending most of his time gambling or locked in his room. That was his way of coping with the information.
After the initial phase passed though, Mammon realized you were sent to them for a reason and he would be damned if he didn’t have a part in it.
The human he once loved may be gone, but she sent you there.
His tsundere behavior is just as strong towards you when the two of you first met as it was towards her the first time they met.
But, soon enough, you’re going gambling with him and binging his favorite action movies.
You didn’t act anything like your mother, and yet you managed to heal the cracks in his heart from missing her.
Mammon made a promise to himself that even though he couldn’t protect her from her fate, he would make sure he protected you.
He would make sure that his human lived on and thrived through you.
He just hoped that you wouldn’t leave them like your mother did.
Levi went into full shut-in mode after finding out the news.
He didn’t want anyone to see how much he cried for the loss of their human.
He told himself there was something he could have done to save her - if only he had tried harder.
And he promised himself that he would no longer open himself up to others. This was too painful for him to ever experience again.
So, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.
But you didn’t want there to be an awkwardness between you and Levi since you were going to be staying there for a while.
And you were just as good as your mother at chipping away at his walls.
Levi resisted your attempts to talk to him for as long as he could. But it didn’t take long for him to crack.
He didn’t say much when you tried to have a one-on-one conversation with him.
But, when you asked to play a video game with him, it was a whole different level.
As the two of you played and discussed his other interests, Levi felt the last of his walls crumbling down as he fell into an easy conversation.
Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Maybe he was glad you didn’t let him hole himself up in his room away from you.
He finally had a friend again and he had missed that feeling.
Satan had disappeared into his room to destroy anything and everything nearby when he found out that you were the child of the human he held in his heart and that she was dead.
He had spent all of this time setting aside books he wanted her to read. He stocked up on cat merch to give her as gifts. And he even made a separate pile of books he wanted to read with her.
Satan thought about her every day and spent so much of his time preparing for their next meeting…and it was all for nothing.
Satan was another one who didn’t want anything to do with you at first because you were a constant reminder of her and it made him sad every time.
But he couldn’t help but notice how studious you were and the fact that you always had a spare book in your bag to read.
No matter how hard he tried to stay away, he couldn’t help but continue to observe you.
He picked up on what your favorite genre to read was and when he found you searching for a good book to read, he couldn’t help but put his two cents in.
He was surprised at how easy the conversation with you was and it was only then that he realized how unfair it was to shun you because he missed your mother.
He knew that wasn’t what she would have wanted. She sent you to the demon brothers because she wanted you to be cared for.
Satan wasn’t the best at being sentimental and empathetic, but you were a completely different story.
And he had decided that he would be there for you, no matter what you needed.
Asmo did not hold his tears back at all when he found out that your mother had died.
He was completely shattered by the news.
He had so much love for her and was waiting for the chance to show her how much they had been missed in the Devildom.
And now, he was never going to get the chance to show her that.
Despite how sad he was, Asmo was the most welcoming among his brothers.
Asmo always had the most friendly and outgoing personality. He made friends with every person he met. And, you were no different.
Asmo took it upon himself to personally show you around the Devildom. He knew that you missed your mother as much as they did, but no one was looking at it from that angle besides him.
He’s a bit in awe at how she passed their beauty down to you. You shone just as radiantly as she did.
Asmo will one hundred percent spoil you and pamper you the same way he used to do for her.
All in all, he’s the most dramatic with his grieving but also the most welcoming.
You were one of them now, and he was going to make sure everyone treated you as such.
If there was one thing Beel knew better than anything else, it was family.
Family was the most important thing in his life. The one thing that he would lay down his life for.
And your mother was part of their family. He and his brothers loved her so much.
Before, there was a small hole when they thought your mother was just up in the human world.
Now that they found out that your mother was dead, that hole was gaping.
It hurt Beel more than he wanted to admit to lose someone that was loved so much.
It hurt to lose someone who was such a big part of their family.
But at the end of the day, you were their daughter.
Which meant that whether you liked it or not, you were a part of the Devildom family now. And Beel intended to treat you as such.
It didn’t matter that they didn’t know you very well yet. Beel welcomed you with open arms.
They could get to know you as the time passed and Beel was certain they would all want to.
He was glad that your mother told you about them and that you came to seek them out.
He would make sure you didn’t regret that decision.
Belphie was as stubborn as ever.
He refused to show his emotions on the outside even though he was dying on the inside.
He didn’t even know what to make of this situation.
His mind felt like a whirlwind as he tried to figure out what to say or at least what question to ask.
He ended up remaining silent as you talked to the others.
And while you were conversing with the others, he couldn’t help but pick up on the similarities and differences between you and your mother.
He was sure that after your mother was gone, he would revert back to his old ways and begin hating humans again.
But here he was, looking at you, and there wasn’t a hint of animosity.
It made him want to laugh a bit - if only he was this way when he first met her.
Belphie had made a terrible impression on your mother and he didn’t want to make the same mistake with you.
He was a bit awkward at first, but once he started opening up, Belphie showed his caring side to you more often than he usually did.
He wanted you to know that he would be there for you if you needed anything because that’s what he would have done if your mother was still alive.
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Obey Me: I've Got You [Demon Brothers]
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🕷 paring: demon brothers x gn!reader 18+ ONLY
🕷 summary: Bashful m/c clings to her demon when a stranger makes her uncomfortable.
🕷 wc: 4.1k
🕷 warnings: harassment, pet names, threats of bodily harm/murder, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching), oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, shared bath, dry humping, choking, I think that's it?
🕷 date: July 6, 2024
Lucifer
Lucifer kept a close eye on you whenever possible. He knew you could take care of yourself but when his brothers were involved, it led to mayhem with you caught in the middle.
Some days, Lucifer would finish his work early to roam the halls of RAD in hopes of catching you or any of his mischievous brothers running amok.
He finds the silence in the halls eerie. He wonders if he’s missed the last bell but his watch says there’s still a few seconds left before it rings. Lucifer doesn’t worry, he knows sometimes classes run a bit late but it is unusual for you not to be the first one out of class, usually with one of his younger brothers on your heels.
So when the bell rings and the halls clear, he’s surprised he hasn’t spotted you. Immediately Lucifer is concerned, had something happened to you? Were you in need of aid?
Lucifer rounds the corner, determined to find you. He freezes when he spots you clutching your books to your chest. The demon in front of you has no spacial awareness, he is too close to you. His gaze is anything but friendly, unwelcomed as you look at the floor instead.
Lucifer walks gracefully toward you, confidence blooming from his very core as he easily wraps his arm around your waist.
“Hello, darling. I have plans for us this evening,” he informs you sweetly, kissing the top of your head before his gaze darkens as he meets the gaze of the demon in front of you.
“I’d excuse us properly but you were making them uncomfortable, so I’ll leave you with this, cast your eyes on them one more time and it’ll be your innards decorating these halls instead of the trophies. Good day.”
Lucifer steers you down the hall as you cling to him, softly thanking him.
Lucifer nods as he leads you to an empty classroom, shutting the door to give you two privacy. His hands gently cup your face, but with a blink or two, you appear in his bedroom.
Silence welcomes you in your safe space. Your heart rate no longer thunders and your adrenaline soon will disappear now that you’re in the safety of Lucifer and his bedroom.
“You’re always there to save me,” you whisper as you lean into his touch.
“I’ve got you, darling. I always will,” Lucifer swears as he holds your gaze a moment longer.
Your hands reach for him, your lips meeting his before you lay on his bed with him on top. His touch is gentle but firm. You love when his hands grab your hips, a smirk on his lips when you whine softly but soon beg for him to squeeze you harder.
“So lovely,” he whispers as he kisses his way down your jaw to your neck, you sweet whimpers music to his ears as his teeth scrape against your heated skin. You melt so easliy for him, so needy for his touch at every turn.
Lucifer knows you’re more important than whatever washed up demon in the hall with you. He knows your kisses are a distraction for him, because it would take so little for him to bring the building down if he so wished. Barbatos and Diavolo’s wrath be damned.
Hells, he’s sure the two would aid him in destroying RAD if they knew of the demon making you uncomfortable. After all, wasn’t the goal to bring harmony to the three worlds?
Your lips cover every inch of Lucifer’s body while he’s lost in thought. You’d managed to get him on his back, a rare occurrence.
However, it takes one swift movement for your back to meet the mattress and your head to hit the pillow. You giggle, eyes locked on his until he’s kissing you once more.
It’s not much later that you’re moaning his name, nails dragging down his muscular back as he fucks you slowly, moaning your name when you tighten around him.
Mammon
“How fast can it go?” Mammon asks the salesman as he opens the driver’s door to the car he was looking at.
The salesman answers Mammon as he allows him to get in the seat.
While Mammon is in the car, the salesman continues his pitch all while eyeing you up and down with a hungry gaze. You shift uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze as Mammon shuts the driver’s door.
Mammon sees your uncomfortable reflection in the side mirror and immediately gets out of the car, smacking the demon with the door.
“We won’t be doing business with you,” Mammon states as he drapes his arm over your shoulders to lead you away from the baffled salesman. He was lucky Mammon didn’t shove him face-first through the windshield for making you uncomfortable.
The drive back to HoL is tense. Mammon keeps his hand on your thigh as he drives with his jaw clenched. He’s beating himself up for not noticing sooner. Had that demon been making you uncomfortable the whole time? Has Mammon let you down? He was your first, he was supposed to be looking out for you at all times and he had failed you.
Mammon is quick to lead you to his bedroom, bypassing Asmo when you walk through the front door.
“Not now, Asmo,” he muttered as the two of you walked by.
Asmo would have normally protested but the scowl on his older brother’s face had him sidestepping the both of you.
The moment Mammon shuts his bedroom door, he’s taking your hands in his as he leads you to the couch.
“I’m sorry, Treasure. I should have noticed sooner. I was so focused on getting a new car, that I didn’t notice how that filth was looking at you.”
“It’s okay,” you whisper as you meet Mammon’s gaze. You climb into his lap and cling to him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Did he hurt you?” Mammon asks, trying to control his temper.
“No, he just stared at me,” you answer honestly. “I didn’t like it.”
Mammon nods stiffly, his fingers tapping your thigh as he calms himself. He should have been more aware. He thought you’d be safe at his side and…
Your lips kiss his cheek. His thoughts are silenced as you kiss his jaw and then his lips.
“Don’t beat yourself over this,” you tell him as you lace your fingers with his.
“You know you can always count on me, right? I’ve got you,” Mammon promises as he kisses your lips gently. His forehead presses to yours as you lock eyes and smile at each other sweetly.
“I love you, Mammon.”
“I love ya, Treasure.”
The smile that lights up your face is brighter than any Grimm he’s ever owned. It makes his heart skip a beat as you straddle his lap and deepen the kiss.
Your fingers thread through his hair, moaning when your teeth nip his bottom lip. You help each other get naked in between kisses and soft laughter.
Your mind is filled with nothing but love as he fucks into you slowly, moaning your name into your neck as you ride him.
“Mammon,” you moan sweetly, holding him close as your orgasm hits and your legs shake.
“That’s it, Treasure. I’ve got ya.”
Levi
The pop culture store was packed for an early Saturday morning. You had agreed to accompany Levi as long as he took you to breakfast after.
“I’m gonna head to the aisle with the new otome games,” you inform him as you point to the aisle. Levi looks up from his perusing long enough to acknowledge you and nod. His cheeks turn pink when you kiss his cheek before walking away.
Slowly, you go down the aisle, reading the titles softly.
“Oh, excuse me,” you say when you bump into someone. You had been so focused on the games, that you hadn’t seen the demon beside you.
The demon waves you off politely as you turn and read the titles on the other shelf to stay out of their way. You make it halfway down before you feel the heat of someone watching you. It’s not a familiar heat, this one makes you uncomfortable.
Without missing a beat, you head straight for Levi, clutching his arm tightly.
“Are you okay, love?” Levi whispers as he pauses his browsing. He turns to you with a curious gaze as you look down at your shoes.
Levi looks around, glaring when he spots a demon in the aisle you’re in. Without a word, Levi leads you to the checkout and pays for his items. He keeps his arm around your waist while you shyly hide your face in his chest.
When you leave the store, he asks you to teleport the both of you to his bedroom.
Levi sits down on his desk chair, tugging you onto his lap. Normally he’d be just as shy as you or more but your apparent discomfort is more important than feeling bashful having you so close.
“Was that demon making you uncomfortable?” He asks straightforwardly. “I noticed the way he was looking at you.”
You nod. “Something about his gaze made me want to run.”
“I’ll always protect you. No matter what, baby. I’ve got you,” Levi promises as he lifts his pinky for you to seal the promise with your own.
Levi brings your twined pinkies to his lips, kissing them before he kisses your lips.
Slowly, your kissing grows hungrier as your hands help Levi remove his clothing until he’s blushing under you.
You kiss him gently, smiling coyly before you kiss your way down his body, lingering on his pretty torso.
His dulcet moans rile you up as pleasure blooms deep inside. Your hands wrap around his hard cock, moving forward to spit on it.
Levi curses, turning into putty beneath you as you wrap your lips around his cock to tease him. He whimpers, eyes shut as pleasure burns through his veins. You feel pride build in your chest as you take him deeper until he hits the back of your throat.
Levi tangles his fingers in your hair gently, moaning your name as you bob up and down on his length, fueled by every moan and groan that escapes him.
Satan
“It should be right over here,” Satan hums as he rounds the corner of the bookstore. You don’t follow him, instead, you stop at the new releases, checking out the romance novels and Simeon’s new book.
“That’s a good one,” someone says beside you. You nod, avoiding meeting their gaze as you read the titles to yourself and pick up Simeon’s book.
The person next to you watches you intently, licking their lips as they eye your body up and down. You bristle, immediately feeling uncomfortable and looking up from the books to search for Satan.
You spot him heading towards you, a pile of books tucked under his arm. His gaze is terrifying but it’s not aimed at you, it’s aimed at the demon beside you who is making you uncomfortable.
“You better find someone else to ogle before I rip your eyes out and feed them to you,” Satan threatens before he drapes his free arm around your shoulders to lead you away from the seething demon.
You cling to Satan, thanking him softly as you set your books on the counter to pay.
Satan kisses the top of your head as he sets down his books beside yours, moving behind you to shield you from anyone else’s curious eyes. He pays quickly and thanks the cashier before taking the bag with your books.
“Let’s get you home,” he says as he follows you toward the exit. His anger is simmering, ready to boil over if he sees the demon one more time. How dare anyone make you uncomfortable? He’d only left you for two minutes and you were frightened. You didn’t like when other demons looked at you, much less ogled you so brazenly. You were timid, still getting used to Satan and his brothers and their rambunctiousness.
You only felt comfortable with the brothers, the angels, Sol, Barb, and Dia. You often challenged Levi as the most bashful in HoL.
Before you know it, you’re in Satan’s bedroom. Your new books and his remain in the bag as Satan gets into bed, patting the spot beside him.
You climb into his lap instead, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chest to his. Satan sighs softly into your neck, breathing you in to calm himself down.
“I’m sorry that creep got so close to you,” he whispers as his hands run down your back to settle on your hips.
“It was fine at first when he talked about the books but then his look changed,” you shuddered at the memory and Satan ran his fingers through your hair.
“He won’t bother you ever again,” Satan assures you. “Not as long as me or my brothers are around. We’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
��I know,” you smile as you lace your fingers with his, you kiss him gently, moaning when he deepens the kiss a few minutes later.
You press your foreheads to him, smiling at him as he blushes. His hands rub your sides before he kisses you again, deepening it until you’re unzipping his pants and sighing when he fills you.
“Fuck, Satan,” you moan into his shoulder as you slowly ride him, his hands gripping you tighter as he hides his blushing face. His lips pepper feather light kisses on your skin, moaning your name when you suck on his neck.
You know it won’t be much longer until you reach your peak, eager to drag Satan with you.
“I love you.”
Asmo
Asmo lived to be admired, lived to be worshiped, lived to be loved.
He was the center of attention wherever he went, even on private dates like the one you were on at the moment.
The masseuse had just finished with you when Asmo entered your room. He had snuck out of his to check on you. He knew you were bashful, especially with things that required you to be naked with nothing but a towel to cover your most intimate parts.
“You look absolutely radiant, hon!” Asmo exclaims as he sits beside you.
There’s a knock on the door, and Asmo tells them to enter. He’s clad in his fluffy robe as you finish tying your own.
A cart full of sweets and champagne is rolled in. You’re handed a glass of champagne before Asmo and you thank the demon in front of you. He bows his head and takes a step back as you reach for a chocolate-covered strawberry.
You lick the chocolate off the end, moaning in delight before biting it. You giggle when Asmo leans over to bite the other side.
When you lick the chocolate off your lips, you feel the heat of an unwelcome stare and realize the demon is still watching you with a look that makes the hair on the nape of your neck rise.
Slowly, you scoot closer to Asmo, hiding your face in his shoulder as he sets his D.D.D. down when he feels your mood shift. He looks from you to the demon and his gaze hardens.
“That will be all,” Asmo states in a dry tone, waving the demon toward the door.
The demon nods as he takes his leave and Asmo feels your grip on his arm relax. He waits until the door shuts before he uses his fingers to tilt your chin upward.
“He’s gone, hon. It’s just us,” he informs you as you thank him meekly. You cover yourself with the robe, almost afraid of the demon returning.
“Hey, I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve got you,” Asmo whispers as he gently cups your face and your eyes lock on his. You nod, smiling softly.
Asmo kisses the tip of your nose. Asmo will have the demon fired and removed from the premises before the both of you leave. His reputation will be enough to do so. How dare anyone make you uncomfortable, much less with him beside you? The audacity.
Asmo kisses you softly, his hands holding yours sweetly. His nails match yours, a pretty pink design you had selected.
“Let’s take a bath,” He suggests as he leads you toward the bathroom.
The water is steaming when you enter, but it doesn’t scald you like you’d thought. Asmo sits behind you, tugging you to his chest. His delicate hands grip your middle, kissing your shoulders before making his way to your neck.
You gasp, cheeks hot as he nips that one spot that makes your heart flip.
Asmo giggles, his hands reaching for a pink washrag. The scent of lilies fills the space around you as he lathers it up and slowly washes your body, leaving kisses in the most sensitive spots. You moan when his hand goes between your legs, his lips pressed to your neck, moving up to nip your earlobe.
“Asmo!” his name escapes your lips as his hand moves faster, chuckling when you fall apart soon after.
“So sweet for me,” He grins as he tilts your head toward him before he kisses you.
“Your turn,” you smile as you turn to face him, resting on your knees as you run your hands over his body, his giggles filling the room when your hand wraps around his hard cock.
Beel
The restaurant was buzzing with chatter on Saturday night. Beel had made reservations ahead of time to minimize the time you had to wait.
Upon reaching your table, Beel ordered appetizers while you perused the menu. At first, you had been too busy deciding what to order to notice the stare of the server. His eyes lingered on your body as you ordered your meal and drink.
Beel ordered one of everything and sent the server off to place your order. He noticed your quiet demeanor and he tugged your chair closer to his.
You smiled at him before placing your hand on his thigh.
“I’m glad you joined me tonight. It’s been a while since we’ve had a chance to be alone,” Beel grins as the chatter continues in the background. “Well, alone without my brothers.”
“We have all night to be together,” you remind him as you lean in to kiss him. Beel smiles into the kiss, his large hand cupping your face sweetly.
His name escapes you in a delicate whisper as he bites your bottom lip playfully before releasing you.
You trace your lip with your tongue, eyes sparkling as you meet his gaze, heat rushing to your cheeks.
Beel giggles as he kisses your hand.
When you look at him, your gaze catches the server on his way to your table. He winks at you before he approaches with your drinks.
Beel thanks him as you move your chair closer to him, squeezing his thigh.
By the time your food is served, you’re more relaxed. Beel inhales his food one plate at a time.
The server approaches with a cart to clear the plates, his eyes on you the entire time. He winks at you when Beel isn’t looking before he stands upright.
“Would your lovely date like some dessert?” The server asks Beel with a smirk.
You move closer to Beel, looking at the table before gripping his arm.
Beel’s body tenses as he looks at the server and notes the way you squeeze his arm. “Can we go?”
“Sure, baby,” Beel responds, kissing your cheek. He looks at the server with a glare. “I’ve got dessert covered, but thanks.”
The server shrinks under his gaze, stutters his goodbye, and rushes to the kitchen.
Beel takes your hand in his, leading you to the front to pay quickly. He didn’t want to see the server again and end up in a fistfight.
You remain silent at his side, and Beel feels awful for not noticing your demeanor before.
Once you arrive home, Beel leads you straight to his bedroom. You lay on his bed, tugging his shirt off him so you could wear it. His scent soothes you, and you curl up to his bare chest once he joins you under the covers.
“I’ve got you, baby. Always,” he promises softly.
You snuggle into him, his large arm draped over your waist as he holds you close. His lips meet yours before he’s tugging you onto his body. Your hands rest on his chest, a giggle escaping you as he covers you in kisses while his large hands guide your hips over his.
You moan when he kisses you, his tongue meeting yours as make out with him. You relax in his hold, soon asking him for more while he rocks his hips into yours, making you moan into his skin. Beel loves to tease you. He loves to watch you fall apart for him, only you can ease the hunger that overwhelms him at times.
He’ll tease you for the rest of the night, only giving you what you desperately crave when you’re all he can taste on his tongue.
Belphie
It wasn’t often that Belphie left the comfort of his home, much less his bed but today he was doing both as he shopped for a new mattress. His old one was fine, but he’d heard great things about a new bed in one of the stores downtown.
With you at his side, Belphie felt confident in leaving his home long enough to make his purchase.
Normally, you’d stay at his side but the array of mattresses had your attention while Belphie found a salesperson.
“Need any help?” Someone asks you, and you shake your head.
“Just waiting on my boyfriend,” you state as you look over your shoulder to look for Belphie. He’s in deep conversation with the salesperson, signing a form to get the mattress delivered later that day.
The salesperson scoffs, which makes you face them with a scowl.
“If you need help finding a mattress let me know. I’m an expert on beds,” The demon smirks as he eyes you up and down.
You frown as you take a few steps back until you turn to find Belphie heading your way with a scowl. You grab his hand and stand by his side, hiding your face in his chest.
The demon cowers under Belphie’s gaze, the unspoken threat loud and clear to the leering demon. He takes off in a sprint as Belphie leads you out of the building.
He has you focus on him until you can take the both of you to his spot in the attic.
Belphie wraps his arms around you as he pulls you to bed with him. His hand rubs circles onto your back as you hug him close.
“Are you okay?” Belphie asks. He knows you don’t like being looked at, or stared at. It makes you uncomfortable and sometimes self-conscious. However, that demon at the store was leering, clearly making you uncomfortable.
Belphie had to resist the urge to go back there with his brothers in tow, not that he needed help from them but because they’d insist on going once they found out how the demon made you feel.
“I’m okay now,” you assure him as you take his hands in yours. You move to his side to lay beside him with his chest pressed to your back.
Belphie holds you close, his fingers tracing a heart on the back of your hand until he brings it to his lips to kiss it.
“Want me to get him fired?” Belphie asks nonchalantly.
“No,” you laugh, shaking your head.
Belphie chuckles as he moves his hand to rub your hip. You press yourself to him and he grips you tighter.
“You sure?” Belphie asks with a smirk. “You know I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
You hum, not to sure what to say as his hand slips under your shirt. You melt into a happy puddle as his hand moves up and down your side while his lips capture yours.
Belphie always has the effect on you. He makes you forget about everything but him, and you love it.
You’re not surprised when you end up wrapped around him with one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around your throat. You take his fingers in your mouth, drooling all over yourself and him as his hips rock into you repeatedly.
Your moans are muffled by his fingers, pleasure coursing through your veins as you cum shortly after. Belphie moans your name, his face buried in your neck as he cums a few moments later.
You grin as you lay satiated at his side, sweaty and feeling like you’re floating on a cloud.
“Wait until we break in my new bed,” Belphie teases. “You won’t be getting any rest.”
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For Your Ears Only: When MC sends them audio porn
Featuring: The Dateables + Side Characters (+ bonus Michael and Karasu) x gn!Reader
NSFW // Content: Explicit smut. Sex toys, sexting (audio/pictures/video), demon forms mentioned, penetrative sex and fingering (gn!reader receiving), size kink, breeding kink, creampie, light dom/sub undertones, guided masturbation, orgasm delay/denial, corruption kink if you squint, clothing kink, car sex, oral sex (gn!receiving), implied switch!reader & switch!thirteen, pet names, rough sex. 6.8k words.
For Your Ears Only series: Part I (The Demon Brothers)
DIAVOLO // royal treatment
Diavolo has been in his office all morning. He’s bored out of his mind from signing the endless stacks of paperwork that Barbatos puts in front of him. He would gladly welcome any excuse to escape, and your message gives him something to look forward to. He’s curious about your warning to listen to it alone, so he waits until Barbatos excuses himself from the office to prepare more tea.
Desire pools in his belly when Diavolo finally listens to your recording, and by the time it’s over, he’s gripping the armrest of his chair so hard that it cracks. He holds his D.D.D. to his ear while he storms from the room. He replays the message again because there’s something so alluring about listening to your sweet sounds like this. The desperate, breathy whimpers of his name as you fuck yourself with that inferior toy rile him up even more. He strides through the castle towards his private chambers, ascending the stairs two steps at a time in his haste to see you.
(Diavolo doesn’t even notice that he rushes past a very irate-looking Barbatos. No matter how much he wants to protest, the butler knows better than to get in the prince’s way; Diavolo is radiating power and lust and the need to claim, and trying to stop him now would be a dangerous mistake. Besides, there will be time for lectures about propriety later.)
Diavolo’s true form is completely revealed by the time he enters his bedroom. His blood pumps at the mere sight of finding you naked and waiting for him on his dark silk sheets. Your knees are bent and you part your thighs so invitingly when he kneels on the bed and crawls on top of you. His large hand cups the hot, wet mess between your legs. His fingers stroke you teasingly, and your body shivers with sensitivity from your recent orgasm. He crushes his lips against yours and swipes greedily at the seam of your mouth so he can lick inside and taste you. He teases two fingers into your hole while you're distracted by the kiss, and he stretches you just a little more.
(You buy toys smaller than him on purpose so that no matter how much you might tease yourself with them, they'll never match how thick his cock is, or reach as deep as his rough, powerful strokes do.)
You whimper when he pulls away too soon for your liking, but he bares his fangs in a feral smile and finally sinks his cock inside you. Your back arches against the mattress as he stretches you open, and he pants heavily while he resists the urge to fuck into you like a rabid beast. His thrusts are slow and shallow at first, but your warm, soft body enveloping his cock and your nails digging into his back urge him to move faster, harder, and deeper.
He comes with a roar and you whine at the sensation of his hot release painting your walls and marking you as his. He stares between your bodies and grinds his cock inside you so that he can trap his cum inside you a little longer.
Nothing in this world can fuck you or fill you the way the future demon king can, and he spends the rest of the day proving it to you.
BARBATOS // servant of two, master of one
When you send Barbatos teasing messages, you do so knowing that the likelihood of him being able to come see you anytime soon is slim to none. He's incredibly busy assisting Diavolo and taking care of other important work. Early in your relationship, you both agreed on reasonable expectations that took his many responsibilities into consideration. He doesn’t want to neglect you, but you don’t want to disturb him either.
He cherishes all the photos and videos you send him. They’re sentimental tokens he hoards selfishly for himself; they remind him that you love him and desire him like you've never wanted anyone else. If he’s too busy to call you or visit you, they offer temporary relief for the longing he feels. After he receives the message you sent him today, he has a new treasure to add to his collection.
He listens to your recording when he's completing mundane chores alone in the laundry room. No one else sees the butler’s infallible mask slip: his breath hitches slightly, and the freshly-laundered sheets slip from his fingers when his hands tremble with the sudden need to touch. He grunts and clenches his fists when your breathy crescendo of fuck–fuck–fuck—! ends with a broken cry of his name.
He feels unusually warm when the recording ends and all he hears is his own ragged breathing. His cock stirs in his pants and he takes a few minutes to calm himself and regain his composure. He can't perform his duties with a hard, throbbing cock ruining the crease of his pants. By the time he’s calm and leaves the room, he’s decided how to respond to you.
Barbatos has to prepare the Young Master's lunch next, but he has a bit of time to spare and walks to his bedroom first. He doesn't dare sit on the bed; fond memories of fucking you between his sheets might tempt him to linger. He doesn't call you either, even though he desperately wants to. He records a voice message for you instead, and he carries on with his work once he confirms you’ve received it.
You listen to his message from the comfort of your bed, you can tell right away that he sounds less composed than usual. His voice is a bit rougher, and it makes you giddy knowing you have that impact on him. You smile as you listen to his compliments and praise and he tells you (with explicit details) how lovely your surprise was. He asks for a favour from you, if you’re willing, and he gives you instructions for how he'd like you to use your toy next.
You lay back and let the soothing cadence of his voice guide your actions. You move the toy in and out of your body at the pace he commands. He coaxes you to the edge of pleasure but denies you over and over; despite how close you are, you stop when he tells you to. When he finally asks you to come for him, the breathless, pleading tone of his command shakes you to your core. He anticipates that you need a moment to recover, and the recording is silent until his gritty voice reminds you how good you are for him and how much he loves you.
You feel wonderful knowing that he'll be pleased with your obedience, and you send him the proof he asked for: another recording of yourself, and a picture of the new mess between your legs. Your body trembles slightly as pleasure fades and your body melts into the mattress. You relax in your bed, naked and cum-stained, and when your D.D.D. pings, you read his new message with a smile. He decided to rearrange his schedule after all, and he’s on his way to take care of you himself.
SIMEON // savor the moment
He’s not the most skilled when it comes to technology, but Simeon figures out how to play the recording you sent him. He heeds your warning that he should listen to it in private, and he escapes to the dimly-lit sanctuary of his bedroom and sits on the bed. Sometimes you send him voice messages about your day. Other times, you remind him how much you love him and miss him, and you confess how sinful your thoughts become when you think of him.
He’s shocked when he recognizes the sounds that filter through the speakers of his phone and fill his room. He’s heard them so many times when he makes love to you between his sheets (or yours), or on the sofa in the sitting room, and even once against the front door when he was too impatient to wait—
Whenever Simeon is with you, his carefully made plans to take you apart slowly and lovingly burst at the seams when he finally has his hands on your body. Everything about you is irresistible. He denied temptation for so long that he can’t control the raging passion inside him when he’s with you.
The sounds you make for him on this recording are a bit different though. It’s almost like you’re teasing yourself towards the edge, instead of hurtling towards it with abandon. Your moans and cries become breathier and louder and it’s the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard.
He senses that you’re basking in the slow, sensual delight of touching yourself, rather than the passionate frenzy that often happens when you’re together. Even as lust stirs inside him and makes his cock swell, he’s stunned by your intimate gift made for him alone.
He loosens his belt and slips his hand inside his pants as he listens to you again. He spreads the pearly-white fluid leaking from the tip of his cock down his shaft. Pleasure blooms within him when the soft, wet glide of his strokes match your rhythm.
He lays back and wonders if you felt tormented by the temptation to move faster like he does now. How did you resist the urge to pump your toy into your greedy hole with desperation as you chased your release? You maintained your slow rhythm until the very end, and he desperately tries to do the same. It feels like you’re leading him to ecstasy; you’re the only person he would ever follow blindly without hesitation or doubt, because he loves you so.
The pleasure that warms his body and makes his limbs tremble feels like a wave cresting upon the shore. Your name falls from his lips in reverent sighs and gentle moans, instead of his usual harsh groans and mumbled curses that he muffles against your skin.
He strokes his cock slowly so he doesn’t come until you do. Despite the gentle pace, his orgasm still causes his back to arch off the bed as a long, whiny moan rips from his throat. He thrusts into his fist and the bed frame creaks slightly underneath him. Ropes of cum cover his belly and part of his chest. He lets go of his cock when he gasps from the sensitivity of wringing the last drops of pleasure from himself.
He catches his breath and sighs tiredly. He feels sticky and needs a shower and clean change of clothes. After he’s tidied up, you send him a message and ask if he wants to come see you. He’s tempted, but he invites you to dinner first; he wants you both to enjoy this slow, sensual seduction a little while longer.
SOLOMON // at your beck and call
Sometimes you forget that there's not much Solomon won't do for you. He's selfish with your time and greedy for your love and affection. He uses his (frighteningly immense) power as he sees fit, and he doesn't mind being irresponsible from time to time if it means giving you what you want.
Your little surprise is a welcome distraction from a boring meeting he was told he couldn’t miss. He excuses himself quietly when his D.D.D. pings, and he holds his phone to his ear and listens to the recording in the hallway outside. His soft smile sharpens into something wicked when he realizes what you sent him.
Anyone that might see him now would notice how his eyes grow darker as his pupils dilate, or that he adjusts himself discretely as his cock hardens in his pants. He doesn’t feel any hesitation or remorse when he abandons the meeting and teleports to his home where he knows you're waiting. (He'll make his apologies and excuses to the Sorcerer's Society later, after he's fucked your brains out.)
He re-appears in his bedroom and he's already unbuttoning his shirt eagerly, but his excitement deflates when he realizes his bed is empty. He knows you must be nearby; the scent of your musky arousal and sweat lingers near the bed. The sheets are still in disarray, and he can even see the small wet spots you made.
The sound of running water catches his attention, and he lets his shirt fall open as he approaches the half-closed door to the en-suite washroom. Your toy is cleaned and dry on the counter, and you splash water on your face with a tired sigh. You jump when you meet his gaze in the mirror, and you smile bashfully at his sudden appearance.
You didn't think he would really come, and he decides to remind you that nothing could possibly keep him away. He steps inside and embraces you properly so he can enjoy the feeling of your warm, bare skin against him. Your legs are still trembling slightly, and your scent is so much stronger now.
There's so much he wants to say–you're so beautiful, darling or you're a naughty thing, teasing me like that during my meeting–but he kisses you instead.
It's sweet at first, and he pours his love and desire for you into the kiss. Sometimes he wishes he were a more patient man, because your first whimper against his lips reminds him of all the delightfully carnal things he wants to do to you. The kiss becomes heated and passionate as your mouths slot together perfectly, and he matches your delighted noises with soft groans of his own.
His mouth coaxes your lips open, and he curls his tongue with yours as he backs you against the counter. The hands that cradle your face so lovingly slide down your body, and he groans as he explores the familiar dips and curves of your chest and waist. His hands smooth over the swell of your ass and he squeezes. He gropes the soft flesh a little more before grasping the back of your thighs and lifting you up.
You're lost in the loving haze of his kiss and make a startled noise in the back of your throat when he sets you on the edge of the counter. He pulls you flush against his chest and you gasp as the outline of his cock rubs against the wet, sticky space between your legs. The hunger in his eyes mirrors that of your own.
You fumble with his belt and pump his hard, leaking cock while his fingers tease your entrance. He moans at the delicious friction of your hand on him. He breathes out a stuttered sigh when your soft, warm walls welcome his fingers so easily.
You prepared yourself so well for him, and he can’t wait anymore. His hand curls around your hip as he removes his fingers and fucks into you with one deep stroke. He cradles your neck as your head falls back with a choked off moan. He nips at your throat and groans as your body clenches around him. His pace is fast and brutal, and even when you come on his cock and your legs tremble around his waist, you whisper his name over and over again and beg him for more.
My silly darling, he thinks when he carries you to his bed and fucks you again with renewed vigor, how could I ever resist you?
MEPHISTOPHELES // tied up
Mephisto is busy today with Newspaper Club business, but you send him his gift knowing he’ll listen to it eventually. After you catch your breath, you walk gingerly to your ensuite washroom to shower. There's a ping on your D.D.D. while you're stripping the sheets off your bed to wash them.
Mephistopheles: I'll pick you up at 7:00 tonight for dinner.
Mephistopheles: And bring the tie with you.
He doesn't even mention the recording, but his request for the tie makes you feel giddy with mischief. His unique fashion accessories are something you think only he can pull off. He comes across as pretentious, but you understand that the things he wears are a personal choice and not necessarily about his status and wealth. You tease him playfully from time to time about those particular ties he likes to wear, but he knows you like them, no matter how much you deny it.
You slipped one of his ties into your pocket when you were at his home a couple nights ago. You fetched the silky cloth from its hiding place in your dresser earlier; you got a whiff of his expensive cologne and the barest hint of his natural scent underneath.
It's what inspired you to make the recording to begin with.
It was clenched in your hand while you fucked yourself with your toy earlier, and the material is creased and a bit dirty with your cum now too. When you were still catching your breath, you snapped a photo and sent it to him. It was a blurry picture of your arm resting across your waist, but there's no way he could miss the dark, silk tie underneath your glistening fingertips.
His car arrives at seven o'clock sharp, and his driver steps out to open the door for you. You slide into the seat beside Mephisto. His expression is unreadable in the poorly-lit backseat, but he takes off his gloves and pats his thighs invitingly. You straddle his lap and his bare fingers grip your waist. He teases the bare skin just underneath the hem of your shirt.
"You're a terrible distraction, pet," he murmurs, and his voice sounds so rough that you squirm. He’s already hard and he grunts quietly when you rub against him. He glares at the smile blooming across your face, but there's no heat to it.
"I missed you," you say after you lean forward and press a chaste kiss against his mouth.
He licks his lips and hums. "Did you bring it with you?"
"You mean this?" You pull his crumpled tie from your back pocket and dangle it in front of his face. His eyes lock onto it immediately, and if you can smell yourself on it, you know he does too.
He tries to be discreet when he leans forward so his nose brushes against the fabric, and his eyes flutter slightly. There's a low purr rumbling in his chest and his pupils dilate noticeably even in the dark corner of the car.
His fingers dig into your hips when you lean against his chest. "You should probably remove the stains first before you wear this again," you whisper against his ear.
He groans when he tilts your head and captures your lips in a filthy kiss. There's nothing decent or composed about the way he starts grinding his hips up against you, or how his other hand slides under your shirt and scrapes his nails against your back.
You scratch lightly against his scalp and tug on his hair, and he breaks the kiss with a growl. He maneuvers you off his lap and pushes you back against the seat. His face hovers above your waist and his hand rubs against you through your pants. He can feel how damp you are already, and he makes quick work of undoing your pants. You lift your hips so he can shimmy them down your thighs.
He's too impatient to undress you properly, but he bends down and licks against the edge of your arousal. He waits until you meet his gaze and then he does it again, and he grins when you whimper his name.
"I thought you wanted to go out for dinner?" you ask breathlessly. This wouldn’t be the first time he's gotten frisky in the car, but you’re worried about being seen like this.
"We’re taking a scenic route," he explains with a groan, “but I want a taste of you first." He leans down with a smirk before he sucks you into his mouth.
RAPHAEL // inevitable defeat
Raphael hesitates only for a moment before he taps Play on the screen and puts his phone to his ear. He closes his eyes at the first soft sigh that escapes you. He swallows around the lump in his throat when you moan, and he bites his lip when he hears the faint sound of the mattress creaking beneath you. His ragged breathing matches the quick pace you use to fuck yourself with your toy. The wet, squelching sounds are obscene, but he's never heard something so sinfully beautiful before.
His body feels overheated, and the first beads of sweat start to roll down the back of his neck. When his name tumbles from your lips as you come, he squeezes the phone so tightly he's worried the case might snap in his fist.
He has responsibilities in the Devildom–tasks assigned to him from Michael, chores he splits with his roommates, the relationships he has to foster with demons as part of his mission. Meeting you was inevitable, and perhaps falling for you was inevitable too. Everything you are and all the things you say and do affect him–and this is no different.
He should be getting ready to leave for a meeting, but he's frozen in place and his body quakes as he tries to smother the lust coursing through his veins. How can he walk to RAD when his cock is hard and aching? How can he think or speak of anything else except how beautiful you are and how badly he wants you? No, it won't do at all–he'll apologize later for shirking his responsibilities.
Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.
He pushes his door closed and leans his forehead against the cool wood while he taps the screen and replays your message. He holds the phone to his ear with one hand while the other reaches into his pants and palms himself, slickened by the copious fluid leaking from the tip of his cock. He's so fucking aroused by you. You make an utter mess of him and you’re not even here. His hand is soaked with his own pre-cum, and the fast strokes of his cock sound as obscene as your noises do.
Sometimes he grunts in unison with you, and other times he echoes your moans with a bitten-off curse of his own. When he closes his eyes, it's so easy to picture you naked and writhing on his bed. He wishes he could smother his sounds against your bare skin as he fucks you. All he can do now is bite his lip so hard that he can taste copper on his tongue.
He comes with a deep groan moments after you do, and his door is painted with the ropes of cum that he can’t catch. He pumps himself through the aftershocks until he winces and his hand falls limply at his side. He pants heavily against the door as he catches his breath; his skin is hot and clammy with sweat, and he'll need to shower again before he goes out.
He glances at the pearly-white mess that coats his fingers and his clothes and the door. If he were a better angel, he would tell himself that poor self-control is responsible for this mess.
But he's not a better angel, because all he can think is, what a waste I couldn't come inside you instead.
THIRTEEN // the wild card
Thirteen’s reactions to your dirty messages are unpredictable, and today you have no idea what to expect once you send her the recording.
Sometimes when you send her a raunchy text, she sends you back something just as filthy. If you send her photos of your body (with or without clothing), she gushes about how gorgeous you are and how she can’t wait to see you in person.
There are times when she confesses how lucky feels that she met you. Those are the days when she comes to your bed (or sneaks you off to her cave) and keeps you up all night. She murmurs praise into your ear as she fucks you so slowly, and afterwards she rolls you over and begs for you to fuck her too.
You don’t hear from her by the time you change your bedsheets and clean your toy, and you decide to have a shower and plan the rest of your day. Maybe she’s busy doing reaper things? (She’s a bit tight-lipped about the things she does that she says delicate humans like you don’t need to worry about.) Or maybe she’s trying to prank Solomon again?
You leave your en-suite washroom with damp skin and a towel wrapped around you, and you yelp in surprise when you realize someone is sitting on your bed.
She giggles at your expression. “Aww, did I scare you? I just wanted to surprise you.” She pats her phone that’s next to her on the bedspread. “We’re both full of surprises today,” she murmurs, and you notice the way her eyes roam your nearly-naked body appreciatively. She leans back on her hands and spreads her legs wide so you can stand between them.
“I didn’t hear from you. I figured I’d see you at school,” you admit with a shrug.
She tugs playfully at the knot keeping the towel wrapped around you. “You can’t blame me for being a little late, lovely,” she says teasingly. The towel gives way after another stubborn tug of her wrist, but you don’t bother picking it up. Her eyes are scorching as she drinks in your exposed skin, and her strange eyes are the most striking when she stares at you like this.
“What do you mean?” you ask curiously.
Instead of replying, she leans forward and traces your mouth with her fingertips. You flick your tongue out to tease her, but you nearly moan when you recognize the faded taste of her cum. It’s not like anything you’ve ever tasted–it’s syrupy-sweet unlike anyone else’s you’ve tasted–and you eagerly suck her fingers between your lips.
“Sometimes I can’t wait to be with you either,” she confesses quietly as she watches your lips wrap around her fingers. Her other hand settles on your waist and dances along your hip and over the top of your thigh. “And I have to compete with all those fools for your attention,” she grumbles bitterly, but she leans forward and kisses your belly as her hand seeks out your arousal between your legs.
You gasp as she strokes you, and she pulls her hand away from your mouth so she can hold you steady as your legs start to tremble. Desire blooms inside you all over again. You feel so desperate, and it would be embarrassing how quickly you fall apart for her, if it weren’t for the lovestruck look in her own eyes.
“I only want you,” you whimper as your hips rock against her hand and your fingers wind through her hair.
“I know, lovely,” she coos sweetly, and she coaxes you into her lap as she lays back on your bed. She finally kisses you and curls her tongue with yours as she continues teasing you between your legs. One of her fingers slips inside you, and you both break away from the kiss with a gasp.
“You’re ready for me,” she whispers against your ear while her finger stretches your walls and brushes against the spongy spot instead. “But I’m ready for you too,” she confesses with a breathy laugh.
You reach down between her legs and slide your hand up her thigh. You noticed she was wearing a skirt today, but she’s not wearing any underwear. You moan when you feel her hot, wet heat against your fingertips. You gather some of her slick on your fingers and trace her clit with slow circles.
“Is it greedy of me to want all of you?” you whimper, and she adds a second finger inside you.
“This first,” she suggests as she rolls her hips against your hand and moans quietly, “and then I can fuck you after?”
“I wanna fuck you too,” and you hate how whiny you sound, but nothing would be more perfect than seeing her bouncing above you right now. You saw her bag on the floor near your bed; you know she came prepared for anything you wanted to do.
She crooks her fingers inside you and grins when you start to fall apart around her fingers. “Oh, lovely, I promise we’ll both get to have a little fun.”
MICHAEL // tranquil moments
Michael would love nothing more than to ignore all his duties when you visit him in the Celestial Realm, but sometimes his absence can’t be helped. He left you earlier that morning to meet with some other high-ranking angels, and he promised to return shortly.
He saw your message during the meeting but had to ignore it until now. He puts his phone to his ear so he can listen to the recording on his way to find you. He bites his lip to stop himself from groaning at the sounds you’re making in his ear. He rushes to his room while he tries to ignore his half-hard cock that starts tenting his robes.
He enters his room but he’s surprised (and disappointed) that you’re not there anymore. The bed is still unmade and the stain he touches with his finger is damp. He lowers his nose to the mattress and inhales your sweet, musky scent into his lungs. He doesn’t know where you are, but he knows how to find out. He taps your name on the screen and waits while the dial tone rings.
“Hello, Michael. I’m surprised to hear from you so soon. I thought you might still be busy.”
“Oh, I’m going to be very busy soon. Tell me, little lamb, where are you hiding?”
“It’s not much of a surprise if I tell you, is it?”
He listens to your airy laugh, and he strains to hear the noises around you. He can’t pick up anything at first, but then there’s a hushing noise across your end of the call, almost like a heavy breath, or the wind—
He grins when he glances out the window and sees the trees outside sway gently in the breeze.
“I’ll see you soon, little lamb.”
“I hope so.”
Michael finds you lying underneath the willow tree in his private garden. Your teasing smile widens when he shrugs off his robes and lets them fall onto the grass. The sight of his broad, naked body is enough to leave you breathless.
He kneels between your legs and braces himself above you. He holds himself steady on one arm while the other dips into your pants and he groans when he feels how messy you are. Two fingers slip inside you easily when he presses them against your entrance.
“You brought the Archangel to his knees in less than two minutes,” he mutters under his breath. His eyes glance down between your bodies as your hips rock against his hand.
“I want you so badly,” you whine quietly, and his throat feels thick with emotion when he swallows.
“Let me take care of you, little lamb,” he whispers before he kisses you. He peels your clothes off until you’re bare and trembling underneath him. Your thighs rest against his hips, and he distracts you with another deep kiss as he replaces his fingers with his cock.
He fucks you until your voice grows hoarse. He moans his pleasure into the crook of your neck when he comes shortly after, and he doesn’t think anything can feel more perfect than this: the sun shining on his back, a gentle breeze cooling the glistening sweat on his skin, and your body clenching around his cock while you moan his name like a prayer.
KARASU // new experiences
Karasu is too busy to notice the notification of your incoming message on his D.D.D., but his computer terminal alerts him so that he never misses something you send him. He can play the recording through his computer, but he raises his eyebrows at your warning to listen to the audio file in private. He slips on his headset and continues debugging some new code after he hits Play.
His fingers hover frozen over the keys when he hears the first soft sigh in his ears. By the time he’s listened to the entire thing—barely two minutes later—he’s breathing heavily and his fingers are digging into his thighs. His cock is hard against his zipper and he’s leaking in his underwear.
He plays the recording again and turns up the volume so he can hear you over the sound of his heavy, ragged breathing. Your moans and cries fill his body with hot, raw desire; the wet, rhythmic sounds of the toy you're fucking yourself with make him feel desperate.
He knows he can satisfy you better than that toy can. He can fuck you as hard as you want, as much as you want. Is that really what you want from him? He’s all you need. He tosses the headset aside and pushes away from his desk so he can prove it to you.
He shrugs on his coat to hide his erection and strides out of his office towards the elevator. He sends his assistant a message that he’s going to be off-site for a private matter and he shouldn’t be disturbed. As soon as he’s outside the building he works in, he unfurls his wings and takes off in a running jump.
You put on a bathrobe and start tidying up the bedroom after your morning activities. You haven’t heard from Karasu yet, but you hope he liked your little surprise. It’s the first time you’ve sent him something like that, but hopefully it gives him something to look forward to when he gets home.
You’re pulling the sheets off the bed to wash them when you hear a thud on the roof. You glance at the ceiling and shrug when silence follows. It's less than a minute later when you jump as the front door opens and slams closed. You hear loud, heavy footfalls of someone striding down the hall.
You recognize Karasu when he suddenly appears in the doorway, but the demon standing in front of you is different from the one you said goodbye to earlier that morning.
The air thrums with the power of his aura, and you realize you’ve never seen his true form before, not entirely. His wingspan is too wide for the doorway and he looks large in the cramped space. His suit is gone, and he’s wearing a sleeveless black muscle shirt and leather pants. He’s breathing so heavily that you think he might be hurt, but his eyes are blazing with something more intense than pain. You glance down and notice the outline of his cock straining against his pants.
It suddenly dawns on you why he’s here looking this way, and you feel bashful and flattered and a little confused that he left work in the middle of the day to see you. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s a quiet rattling noise emanating from his chest.
“I take it you got my message?” you ask awkwardly. He’s still staring at you with those glowing red eyes, and the rattling noise in his chest is louder now. “Did you…did you like it?”
He crosses the room faster than you can blink and he reaches for you. When he pulls you into his arms, he crushes his lips against yours with a deep groan. You wrap your arms around his neck and press even closer to him.
His hands fumble with your robe until he loosens the belt and slides it off you. His hands roam eagerly across your bare skin, and he walks you back towards the bed. He kisses you with a desperation you’ve never seen before, and you break the kiss with a huff of amusement. “The sheets are in the laundry,” you tell him with a glance towards the bare mattress.
“Don’t need ‘em,” he mutters in a rough voice, and suddenly his hands are on your hips and spinning you around. He pushes you forward and you balance your hands against the mattress.
His fingers are cool against your skin, and you shudder when he pushes your back into a deeper arch. He teases your entrance and moans when he feels how wet you still are and how easily his fingers slip inside you. He pumps his fingers a few times before he removes them just as quickly, and you gasp as the sudden emptiness. There’s a clink of metal sliding against metal behind you, and you groan when his cock slides between your ass cheeks and brushes against your hole.
“Tell me what you want,” he snarls against your ear when he leans over you and presses his chest against your back.
“You, I want you—“ your voice breaks into a cry when he sheathes himself to the hilt in one deep stroke.
His pace is fast and punishing, and the harsh sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill the room. He’s panting loudly against your shoulder and his grunts are punctuated by curses and the odd, animalistic noises he makes when words seem to fail him.
Karasu usually prefers to be face-to-face when he’s inside you, and he’s usually soft and almost hesitant when he explores your body. He never fucks you like this, but you’ve never felt so utterly consumed by someone before and you love it.
You can see glimpses of his fluttering wings from the corner of your eyes. One of his hands is curled around your hip, and the other is laced on top of yours on the mattress. Your breath hitches when you realize sharp talons have replaced his long, nimble fingers. He’s careful not to hurt you, but with every sharp snap of his hips, his talons dig long scratches into the plush mattress covering. You should be terrified that those same talons are wrapped around your hip to keep you still beneath him, but it only arouses you more.
Everything he’s doing to you sends you spiraling towards oblivion. You're so close to coming already; his cock grinds inside you so perfectly and his relentless pace makes you dizzy with pleasure. His rhythm is starting to falter, and you realize he won’t last long either. “Wanna come with you,” you whimper, and you feel his head nodding against yours.
“Fucking hell,” he groans. His thrusts seem almost desperate, and you can tell he’s trying to delay his own pleasure until you find yours first. “Touch yourself,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “I can’t—please—!”
It only takes a few strokes between your legs before you fall apart with his name spilling from his lips in a loud, shuddering cry. He gasps when your body tightens around his cock and he comes too. The noise that rips from his throat is like nothing you’ve ever heard before. He moans as he pumps his cock inside you until he’s completely spent, and there’s so much—you can feel his cum trickle down your thigh.
His cock softens and slips out of you, and his demon form fades away. He guides you down onto the mattress with him so you can both catch your breath. He holds you against his chest and peppers the top of your head with kisses. “Dear one?”
You glance at his face when you hear his hesitant tone. “Are you okay?”
He sniffs and your heart clenches when you notice how embarrassed he looks. “I should be asking you that. I was overcome, I don’t—I’ve never been like this before.” He looks away nervously. “With anyone.”
You cup his cheek softly and turn his face so he looks at you again. “It was unexpected, but I liked it.”
He wraps his arms around you and sighs. “I’m sorry if I startled you, but I’m glad you found it enjoyable.” He clears his throat. “And I would be agreeable to doing this again in the future, if you want.”
You laugh. “What, me sending you dirty messages at work, or you coming home from work so you can fuck me like this?”
Karasu’s nervous smile curls into a teasing smirk. “Both.”
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 —
DAY 1: Leona x Fox!Reader; Jealousy sex + Scent kink.
DAY 2: Sub!Yukito x Criminal!Reader; Riding.
DAY 3: Sub!Barbatos x m!reader; Hatesex + Orgasm denial.
DAY 4: Boss!Char x Serious assistant!Reader; public sex.
DAY 5: Sub!Camboy!Cater; Feminization + Degradation.
DAY 6: Gojo + Geto; Threesome.
DAY 7: Malleus; Drunk sex.
DAY 8: Assassin!Toji; Sensory deprivation.
DAY 9: Blade; Femdom + Whip + Brat Taming.
DAY 10: Priest!Sunday; dub-con + Dacryphilia.
DAY 11: Sub!Idia; Cockwarming.
DAY 12: Aventurine; Strip poker + blindfold.
DAY 13: EnemyBoss!Gojo; Office sex + Humiliation.
DAY 14: Sub!Wolf!Jing yuan x M!bunny!Reader; Role reversal.
DAY 15: Capitano; Size difference + Lingerie.
DAY 16: Scara; Titfucking.
DAY 17: Zhongli; Somnophilia.
DAY 18: Sub!Angel!Dr. ratio x Demon!Reader; Corruption + Overstimulation.
DAY 19: Sub!Kinich; Tentacles + Monsterfucking.
DAY 20: Satan x Cat!Reader; Breeding kink + heat.
DAY 21: Pantalone x Slave!Reader; Power imbalance.
DAY 22: Painter!Chuuya x Muse!Reader; Against a wall.
DAY 23: Kaeya; Thigh riding + Dirty talk.
DAY 24: Diavolo; Almost getting caught.
DAY 25: Sub!Ranpo; Food play + Praise kink.
DAY 26: Geto; Cheating.
DAY 27: Ghostface!Nikolai; Dark themes.
DAY 28: Asmo; Pet play.
DAY 29: Beast!Dazai; Blackmail + knife play.
DAY 30: Lucifer; Body worship.
DAY 31: Vamp!Sylus x Succubus!Reader; Bondage + Spanking.
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Toy
dom!bottom!ftm boss x sub!top!masc reader
Includes an extra with a professor character
Characters can be imagined as anyone. Such as: Diavolo, Lucifer, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Kunikida, Dazai etc
authority kink go brrrr
General CW: Non-Con or Dub-Con, Dom/Sub
CW: Non-Con, Orgasm Denial, Creampie
Your boss calls you in during lunch so you can fuck him. He has you do whatever you want him to, and you're not allowed to complain. You wanted to eat lunch today? Shut up and eat his pussy, that's your lunch. You're thirsty too? That's fine, he'll squirt in your mouth. You're talking too much? He’ll have to gag you with his tie or his (gloved) fingers.
You’re too tired to keep going? Too bad, you stop when he says so. Aw, you don't like being treated like this? Even though your only purpose is to be his toy? Looks like he'll have to teach you how to properly treat your boss
You're tied to your boss’ chair, slacks and underwear sunk down to your ankles. He's naked from the waist down and sitting on your lap, just an inch away from the hard cock he's been jerking off for ages now. He hasn't let you come once, and he won't until he's satisfied. “Please-” You whimper as he denies yet another orgasm from you. “I- I’m sorry-” Your whimpers are like music to his ears. He smirks and pulls his hand away, replacing it with his warmth. His pussy embraces your weeping cock with ease. “You’re mine, my toy.” He says as he rides you. “Say it.” He orders.
“I’m yo- your toy..” You reply.
He grins. “That's a good boy.” He wraps his arms around you and bounces on your length. He moans out shamelessly, not caring for whoever hears. Everyone in the building knows about your relationship anyway. But they have no idea that your boss is taking advantage of you, using you like a toy for his own pleasure. You warn him that you're about to come, succumbing to the pleasure. He smirks and moves faster, he loves feeling your cum inside him. It's a safe day anyway. You throw your head back and come, pumping him full of your seed as you have your long awaited orgasm. He keeps moving despite your sensitivity, chasing his own orgasm. He has much more stamina than you do, you're in for a long day.
Puppy
dom!bottom!ftm!yandere teacher x sub!top!masc reader
CW: Non/Dub-Con, Teacher/Student, Cunnilingus, Praise
Your professor fell in love with you at first sight, your looks inducing many wet dreams and a lot of masturbation sessions. He needed to have you, and he decided he'd take you by any means necessary. You're too cute to not make an advance on.
If you're not going to be willing, that's okay. He has a plan B. Plan B being, he’ll simply just kidnap you.
Your grades for [Subject] have gotten worse and worse each day and you have no idea why. You thought you were pretty good at it, but you've failed everything you've been assigned. You’ll have to retake the course next semester if you fail, which can't happen. So you went to your professor for help. Your only option for extra credit is to satisfy him sexually. You were desperate so of course you agreed.
He looks down at you with half lidded eyes, moaning as you suck on his t-dick and finger his cunt. “Doing so well..” He whispers. You keep on going, pleasing your professor with your mouth and hands knowing you have no other choice. “‘M gonna come, puppy-” He warns, hips jerking upwards as he reaches his peak. You help him ride it out before pulling away. “Did I tell you to stop?” He frowns. You immediately go back in between his legs and lap at his entrance, swallowing his cum and slick. “Good boy.” He wraps his legs around you and rolls his hips, basically fucking your face with his pussy. He rolls his head back and grins, hand placed on the back of your head to keep you in place. It's gonna be a while until he's satisfied, you’ll be lucky if he lets you breathe.
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Mammon x Demon!Male!Reader [Smut]
Warning; stuck-in-a-wall trope, overstimulation, mind-break, master kink, fwb au.
Masterlist.
Game; Obey Me: Shall We Date?
Requested by Mister "A" on AO3.
(M/n) was a well-known demon in the Devildom, whether it was because of his looks or magic it didn't matter that much. He was powerful, almost as powerful as Lord Diavolo, why? No one knew, but they knew not to mess with him.
Everyone knew of the unspoken rule, but did Mammon care? Not one bit, that's for sure. Even so, it brought him so much fun and... a good fuck every once in a while.
The way they met wasn't extravagant or anything, Mammon was working in Hell's Kitchen after he fucked up and Lucifer scolded him for it, taking his dear Goldie away until he learned from his mistakes... kinda useless, Lucifer should know by now that Mammon would always be Mammon. He met (M/n) there, a man that looked rich, even if he didn't try, his demeanor and behavior screamed "rich bitch" everywhere you looked.
And Mammon just took the chance.
That chance took him to (M/n)'s bed, ending with him thoroughly fucked and almost unable to move on his own.
He kept encountering him, and with time, they just turned into friends with benefits.
But now, Mammon is really questioning the reason he came over, watching through the invisible wall how (M/n) walked closer to him, unbuckling his belt.
I'm fucked...
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(M/n) had received a text from Mammon telling him he had been gambling and lost a lot of money, so he needed to hide from Lucifer and the people he owned money to for a while, just until he was able to get the correct amount, or have someone else pay for it.
He doubted for a few seconds, painfully aware of how Mammon would take someone's expensive belongings to sell and continue gambling, he has a really bad habit of stealing and losing it all, so, even if he's not used to using his powers unless he absolutely needs to, (M/n) went around his apartment, placing spells around anything that could catch Mammon's eye, specifically leaving the expensive stuff in plain view.
He trusted Mammon would never steal from him, he's never done it before, but this time, he was hiding from Lucifer and who knows how many other people, so he couldn't be sure.
The most valuable stuff was in his room, and leaving a good amount of money on the desk, he placed the biggest trap on it. The other spells would only zap him or create a wall of protection, but this? This was gonna trap Mammon until he decided to break the spell.
A few minutes later, the bell rang and Mammon's voice could be heard through the door.
"(M/n), open up~!" He said in a cheerful voice, making the male show a small smile as he rolled his eyes.
He opened the front door, being greeted with a hug from the white-haired male before he made himself at home.
They didn't do much, they watched a movie, a few chapters of a popular series, and talked a bit, unusual behavior for them, since they only met up to have sex, but not this time.
"I need to use the bathroom, excuse me," (M/n) muttered setting his beer down, standing up, and going to his bathroom.
"Sure~ I'll wait," Mammon said looking down at his phone. He heard the bathroom door close and he stood up, searching around to find anything he could take without (M/n) noticing, "Nope, that's too obvious," he whispered while looking at the big black vase holding a bouquet of flowers, "Well... it looks really expensive-"
He bit his tongue and turned around before he decided to take that, and he kept swiftly looking around, soon spotting (M/n)'s bedroom door open. His mind flashed with all the small but valuable things he has seen in there while getting his brains fucked, and taking a deep breath to steady his speeding heartbeat, he walked in.
Mammon didn't have to search around for long, because on top of the desk, very obviously in plain sight, there was a small pile of cash. He didn't think much of how it was placed, it was almost as if it had huge arrows pointing at it, and a megaphone repeating 'Money! Right here, Mammon!' over and over again.
Everyone knows that Mammon isn't the brightest of the bunch, and he's aware of that, and tries to be better, it just... never works.
Rushing without a care in the world, Mammon placed his hands on the money and grabbed it, but before he could react, the trap had been activated, the money disappearing as it was never there, he tried to move closer to look around to find it, but as he bent over the desk, he got trapped in a spell. A magic wall.
Now he realized he fucked up.
(M/n) came out of the bathroom, and saw the living room empty, so he knew his plan might've worked, he just had to find Mammon, and by the sounds coming through the slightly open door of his room, he didn't have to look for long.
There, he saw Mammon struggling to try and break free from the grip the magic wall had on him, but it really wasn't working, even more, since the spell (M/n) used disabled the abilities of who it catches, so Mammon really wasn't getting out of there. And while trashing around, Mammon had seen over his shoulder through the invisible wall.
And that takes us to the present.
"(M/n), how nice it is seeing you! Could you please help me?" The (h/c) haired demon stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the flustered look on Mammon's face after being caught, and soon a smirk grew on his face, reaching his hand down to unbuckle his belt.
"You need punishment, love."
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"M-master, please... I-I can't cu-cum anymore~," Mammon's words were slurred, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with every hard thrust inside him, hitting and stimulating his prostate endlessly, his hands gripping the desk, leaving the scratch marks of his nails on the dark wood.
(M/n) kept a tight grip on Mammon's hips, using his magic to create a phantom hand that would grip his white hair, pulling it and keeping his head up.
"You should've thought twice before trying to take my money, darling," (M/n) slowed down his thrusts, his hips flushed against Mammon's, every inch of his cock buried deep inside him.
"Fuck~!" Mammon's voice came out an octave higher, his legs trembling, his dick twitching and oozing cum, "I'm sorry, please! I won't... I won't do it again, Master~"
(M/n) made the phantom hand turn Mammon's head a little toward him, their faces almost pressed together through the wall, "You mean it?" Mammon nodded frantically, tears filling his eyes and drool slowly dripping down the corners of his mouth.
"Please, I'm sorry... please please I can't-" his words were mumbled, sounding almost like a babble, and (M/n) was enjoying the view of an overstimulated Mammon, maybe a little too much.
"You want me to let you go?" Mammon whimpered and nodded, whining a small 'yes~' as his hands desperately gripped the desk harder, his legs were trembling so much he was glad (M/n) and the wall was holding him up, "Make me cum then."
(M/n)'s words were followed by hard, deep thrusts, filling every inch of Mammon's pulsating insides, making him cry out with pleasure, cum just leaking from his cock and his body shaking from the feeling of his prostate being pounded. He was fully crying now, tears sliding down his face and neck, some drops falling to the ground he was standing on.
Mammon's mouth was wide open, releasing lewd moans and whines, his eyes closing every few seconds, his eyelashes soaked with his tears.
What a pretty sight~
The phantom hand released Mammon's hair, sticking its fingers in his mouth instead. Mammon moaned around the digits in his mouth, and with slow motions, the hand started finger-fucking his mouth, making the demon choke on his moans and drool.
Knowing about Mammon's small oral fixation was a nice detail (M/n) casually found out, and hearing Mammon's muffled moans, getting louder and louder just made him feel accomplished, especially when he felt Mammon clenching around his cock every time the fingers went to far back in his throat.
He really liked this fucked dumb Mammon, so maybe he'll start leaving money out everywhere where the greedy demon could try and take it. Just maybe.
(What the fuck did I just write 💀 this is the worst)
(I ran out of ideas, if you didn't realize 🙃)
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hii , do you mind doing diavolo x m!court jester reader?
i saw a post with a king x jester trope and i could not get it out of my head 😭 it can be headcanons or a short drabble, wtv you want!!
hihi! this is such an interesting thingy to write and i apologise for taking a while to write it, writing male characters is fun but lowkey kind of hard for me😔✊
i also dont know what jesters do and my knowledge is watching horrible histories when i was younger so this is widely inaccurate heehee
no but fr i think in another universe diavolo would be a jester tbh
dividers by @/ioveartfilm
grma for requesting <3!!!!
Funny Funny (I'm in love with you.) Diavolo X M!Court Jester Reader
He laughs at your jokes like a man on crack
You're his favourite employee in the castle and your room is right beside his chambers (he made sure of it)
You sneak into his room for sleepovers sometimes. Barbatos has given up on propriety.
The Little Ds help you with your super cool jester preformances. They're surprisingly good at dancing and balancing plates.
You use the Little Ds as juggling balls sometimes.
Diavolo has promoted you as much as possible, bro atp people think you're a consort instead of court jester.
like they will full on go up to you to pitch ideas or put in a good word for Diavolo since he'll listen to you.
Barbatos also forces you to tell Diavolo news that'll make him angry or upset since he takes it a lot better coming from you.
Unrelated but you'd 100% be friends with Solomon and Thirteen. Which is awkward when theyre in the same room together.
Apart from Barbatos and Lucifer occassionally disciplining you, you are untouchable.
"Your Heighness...." A noble bows in front of Diavolo's throne. Why that scumbag had requested an audience with the Demon Prince, you had no idea. Technically you weren't even supposed to be listening in, but no one had noticed you on the chandelier yet so that was their problem.
And your problem when Barbatos eventually found out. Said Demon standing beside Diavolo's throne.
You watch as Diavolo nods along, uncharacteristically serious. "What do you need?"
"Well...I believe if we stopped trading pickles to the humans it would be a lot less daunting to create them-"
You blink. What the fuck. Bro requested an audience for this? Damn, this was so unserious it was good material for your next stand up routine.
You watch from overhead as Diavolo blinks, his wings stiffening ever so slightly, the crimson-haired prince raises an eyebrow. "You want to stop trading pickles to the Human Realm?"
"Yes, My Lord." The noble responds earnestly.
"No."
The demon blinks, astounded.
"Excuse me, may I ask you repeat that, my Lord?"
"No. Human's love pickles. They're our main traders. It'd sour relations even more." Diavolo says, you watch as Barbatos takes a deep breath, and as the Demon Prince begins to get annoyed.
You stiffle a laugh at the noble squandering, which leads to your downfall as you move your hands over your mouth, taking them off of your jester hat.
Which falls.
All the way down to the ground.
The bells on the hat jingle.
Barbatos' eyes are trained on you like a hawk. So are Diavolo's, but his eyes are more of an excited child on christmas than anything else.
The noble's eyes widen.
"Sup?" You grin awkwardly. The noble, sensing a way out of this pickle debate uses this as an excuse to say his goodbyes and leave.
Diavolo doesn't even notice. Barbatos just shakes his head ever so slightly.
"That guy was in a real pickle...!...Haha...right guys?" You laugh awkwardly, and despite the fact you're not funny at all, the Prince cackles like it was the best stand up routine he'd ever heard in his life.
You were currently at a banquet talking to the Little D's about your next juggling stunt when a demon approached you.
"Hello." She smiles, her red lips glossy.
"Sup."
"Well, I was wondering if I could ask a favour or two....." She looks hesitant but composed.
You nods your head, the bells on your hat jingling. You're convinced Diavolo put them on there to serve as some sort of cat bell.
"Well....I had an idea for expanding our trades of magical herbs to human world Alaska...since a few witches have been living on quote on quote 'lesbian cottages' there."
You whistle. "Damn. Do they have huskies?"
"A lot of them, from what I hear." She nods, her tail wrapping around her leg absentmindedly. "Could you put in good word for Lord Diavolo for me?"
"Sure?" You tilt your head, the bells jingle slightly.
The demon grins, "Thanks he'll listen to you more thoroughly!"
Little D No.2 pops out from your breast pocket. "That's because everyone thinks you two are gay for eachother."
You yank him out of there. "Go annoy Mammon."
"Sir yes sir!"
At this point you should be the Avatar of Pride.
"Sire. I'm telling you. He just stabbed several upper class demons with a rusty spoon!" The demon knight urges Diavolo, who isn't even looking at him.
"You expect me to believe that?" Diavolo tilts his head. You nod vigorously from where you're covered in entrails and holding a rusty spoon in your hands. "MC wouldn't hurt a fly."
The knight looks from you to him with a lax jaw.
What.
The.
Fuck.
That knight's putting his two weeks in now icl.
^^ idea from that one person on tiktok (sirleoninsunglasses) i cant get it out of my head.
can you tell im a merlin fan.
gang idk what noble people talk about i made these discussions up as i went along but i can assure you that pickle trading and lesbian witches in alaska are actually the only thing nobles talked about in history i pinky promise
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Way Too Prideful
Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP (Plot what Plot), Master Kink, Degration, Hair Pulling, Mindbreaking, Slight Bondage
Nᴏᴛᴇ: Yes I know it seems weird that I'm not matching the colors. Here's the thing, at this point I've already showed what fandoms I'm writing for and y'all know that, so I'm now gonna let loose with these and just write whatever character comes in my mind that night. It also means I'm open for requests! I really do want one.
AMAB!Reader x Lucifer - Way Too Prideful
'How did he get himself in this situation?' He couldn't really remember much as he was getting his ass pummeled. It was only from his hair getting pulled from you that he now remembered.
Lucifer was just doing some paperwork that he had gotten from Diavolo when he heard the knock on the door and he turned to see you leaning on the door. "Ah, hello MC... I would like to chat, and I know it's around the time for my break. But not now, not until I get this work done." He explained and got back to putting his signature on some of the documents as you were looking at him.
You had a sneaky little glint in your eyes as you closed the door and stood behind him. "Yes.. I know you do. But you're gonna stop and take a break, Lucifer." You stated and turned the chair around so he could face you. "No I'm not MC, Lord Diavolo want this done soon." He retaliated and turned back around to his desk, not even knowing what would come up.
You on the other hand, rolled your left sleeve up so his demon pact mark could be shown as you looked straight at him. "Lucifer. Turn around and kneel." The demon of Pride felt a shiver run down his spine as he turned around and got on his knees in front of you. "We're not doing this damn game again, Lucifer. Seems you really need a break~" You chuckled under his breath as Lucifer knew what was going to happen.
Which had lead to now. Lucifer's hands were tied behind his back, the man was still on his knees but he looked so out of it while your thick cock was just stretching his ass out. "Nghhh~ h-hah~" He whined softly and knew he couldn't do much once he was in your control. You grabbed his hair and tugged on it while looking down at the sin, chuckling. "Isn't this a nice break, Luci?~ Or do you need more time?~" You were teasing him endless as you slammed your cock inside of him.
"The sin of pride, never really knows how to take a damn break. Always thinking he'll get praised by Lord Diavolo if he does his bidding~" Lucifer was whimpering and whining softly while he listened to your degrading thoughts. "M-master...~ G-gahhh~" He groaned and looked back at how you fit inside of his hole well. At times he regretted doing stuff like this, but he could care less at the moment. All he could think about was your cock deep inside of him.
"Such a whore for Diavolo's approval.. Even we both know who's the one in control of you. Right?" You tugged his hair again, pulling his head back so he can look you in the eyes. "Y-yes Master~ you are~" He moaned and whimpered from you pulling out of him. He wanted more of you.. Maybe he should beg for your cock and you'll give it to him.
"M-master~ please, please, please~ I need your cock deep inside me~ please~" Lucifer was begging you relentlessly while he was laying against his desk. You were just chuckling under your breath and looking down at the demon before you kissed his neck a bit. "For the most prideful demon in the Devildom, you sure are a cockslut~"
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the curtain opens on the side characters
Barbatos x male dancer reader
Smut
A/N:Hi everyone, I'm back! sorry for the absence but school kept me really busy but now the hard period is over so I can go back to posting💜
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ok you two would be one of the nicest and most responsible couples in the Devil dom (and anyway you would practically become Diavolo's second dad)🍰
at the beginning of the exchange program of the exchange program, Barbatos felt neutral towards you, no feelings in particular, which will change later on
the fact that you were in hell as an exchange student did not stop you from continuing your sport i.e. dance is one evening while you were training in the RAD gym when you heard someone clapping at the end of your performance, it was Barbatos who was left behind school to search for some documents of some students
Barbatos: you were really good I saw some nobles who are not even close to your level of dancing
M/N:thanks but what are you doing here at this time?
Barbatos: I came to get some documents
M/N: do you want a hand?
Barbatos: If it's not a bother, a little company would be nice
Barbatos doesn't talk much about his feelings, the only one who knew was Diavolo and since Barbatos had taken care of him since he was little it didn't take a genius to get Diavolo to understand that his trusted butler had a crush on him for the male human dancer of the exchange program
obviously Lord Diavolo couldn't ignore the situation so not only did he get involved but he also involved Lucifer to help you and Barbatos in your love poem
obviously after a while your relationship evolved (and thanks to the help of Lord Devil) Barbatos confesses in a very refined way, inviting you to drink tea with him after a delicious tea made by him, he gave you a bouquet of roses and he gave you a beautiful romantic speech
once you were an official couple no one at RAD had the courage to do anything bad to you knowing Barbatos' power
obviously Lucifer put the brothers in line by saying that they couldn't try to flirt or try to steal from Barbatos since Barbatos was Lord Devil's faithful butler and friend anyway
it wasn't uncommon to see you helping Barbatos in his work at the palace but you weren't bothered since you were with Barbatos anyway
your dates with Barbatos were having tea with him, walking the streets of the Devil dom, dancing with him or him admiring you practicing your dance choreographies
You can swear that Barbatos is at every one of your performances or dance competitions. This man is super supportive when it comes to your passion
SMUT
Barbatos' favorite thing is how your body is flexible and since you were a dancer your body was perfect to be put in a thousand different positions
in your sex sessions Barbatos is always gentle and makes sure you are comfortable as his cock slowly enters your little hole while you moan
obviously before starting he lubricates your hole with his sperm which was practically equivalent to a lubricant from the human world being that the sperm of demons was very sense and slippery
his movements inside you were slow but satisfying the shape of his cock could be seen in your belly
obviously if you ask him to be faster and more aggressive he will satisfy you...but let's say that the next day you might end up like this ⬇️
obviously after each round he stops to check if everything is in order before continuing
Barbatos: you are doing so well my beautiful and poseable little dancer~
as for aftercare, they are literally a paradise descended into hell, he prepares a hot bath for you, delicately dressing you in his clothes, then he puts you in bed and feeds you some food prepared by him while he cuddled you
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Such a Wh*re (I love it)
Mephisto x reader
wc : 1.k
warnings : nsfw, name calling [whore], mc is accused of fooling around with the brothers and other four dateables [however it’s neither confirmed nor denied for reader interpretation]
synopsis : Mephisto would rather die than admit jealously over some human so you’ll just have to make him choke on his words instead
“What a whore.”
You slam your D.D.D down a little too hard on the desk, eyes cutting dangerously at the purple haired noble, “I beg your fucking pardon?”
Mephisto doesn’t back down. Typical. “Don’t act like it’s not true, Mc, we all see how you interact with the seven brothers, Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, and even our Prince. I just don’t see how Lord Diavolo thinks it savory to meddle with someone such as yourself on any other basis except for being an exchange student.”
While a bit dumbfounded that he was talking to you like this, you still find it in yourself to give him an irritable smirk, “Oh? Are you jealous, Mephistopheles?”
“As if. I just thought you should know how you look, flaunting yourself around like that.”
With your hues darkening mischievously, you make your way towards him, “So you admit to watching me?” Using his surprise at your closeness, you take the opportunity to grip his tie.
“I never said— h-hold on, w-what do you t-think you’re d-doing?!”
You huffed out a ‘cute’, grin getting impossibly sharper at his sudden stuttering. Swiftly, you undo the knot and yank the accessory off, using it to tie his hands behind his back.
Trying to choke out a proper sentence, Mephisto gapes at you, eyes widening when you mutter a spell to make the tie inescapable. “Mc! I-I demand you answer me!”
“What’s it look like, pretty boy? ‘M being the whore you seem to so desperately want me to be— and I’m not even going to charge you for the front row seat you’re in.”
His breath quickens as you shove him back into a chair, eyes darting from you to the door that’s only half closed; anyone could walk in here- it was the newspaper club’s office room.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head.” With a wave of your hand, the door slams shut and locks itself. “No one’s gonna see you all embarrassed and humiliated but me today.”
“N-no one h-humiliates me.”
You lick a stripe up his neck, working on undoing his school shirt buttons after opening his blazer, “Watch me.”
It takes less than a minute- to expose his chest and tug his pants down just enough to free his leaking cock. Mephisto can’t decide whether it’s because you’ve had practice or because in this position, he’s more pliant than he’s ever been. He chooses the former to save face.
“You know, for having such an ugly mouth, you sure are pretty. Pretty eyes, pretty hair, pretty body…” your eyes flit downward with an amused twinkle, “Pretty dick.”
Mephisto swallows the gasp that wants to escape at your words, instead choosing to screw his eyes shut and tilt his head back. Wrong move.
Because now you're attacking it with sucks and bites, leaving no patch of skin untouched by your lips, and he can feel the bruises forming, feel the sharp bloom of pleasure when you bite down harder and it makes him keen.
And you know he’s given up his facade when he doesn’t even acknowledge the sounds he’s making, especially when his hips jerk as you grip the base of his cock.
“C’mon, ‘phisto.” Your free hand grips his jaw and yanks his head down so brilliant green hues are staring back into yours; one eye still holds your own color while the other is a mix of blue, pink, and yellow. “Don’t you think ‘m pretty too?”
Yes his brain supplies, but nothing comes out of his mouth other than a strangled groan. And when you pout at his lack-luster response, he feels the need to get on his knees and praise you until you’re smiling again.
Moving down his tensed up figure, you come to a stop in front of his legs and wrench them apart so you can fit in the middle. “Maybe I need to go ask someone else? Maybe…Lucifer?”
Hearing his rival's name while you’re inches away from his cock makes Mephisto strain against the bindings keeping his arms in place, eyes glaring down at you heatedly.
“No?” You hum in mock thought, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock absentmindedly, “Then tell me I’m pretty.”
“F-fuck, you’re pretty, you’re so fucking pretty, Mc.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes!” The noble groans, “Especially when you’re looking at me.” He doesn’t even care about his pride on the line here as long as he keeps your—
“Attention, hm? That’s what gets you going, is my attention? Why didn’t you just say so, silly demon.” You wrap your lips around him, taking his cock all the way down so casually he almost thinks he’s dreaming.
“S-shit! Oh, fuck, f-fuck!” Mephisto feels you laugh freely, sending his back arching at the vibrations. He knows his cheeks are ablaze, embarrassingly so, but- “P-please, please don’t stop!”
Laughing again, you come off his cock with a pop, using your hand instead so you could coo at him, “Look at you, Mephisto. Whining, begging, and trembling because of me.”
He tries to shake his head to deny it, but it only adds to his thrashing as he feels himself getting closer and closer to that delicious edge.
“I think…” You dig your tongue harshly into his slit, making him cry out so loud it bounces off the walls, “I think you’re the whore.”
At that, Mephisto just falls apart in your hands, toes curling in his shoes while his body shakes so much he’s almost afraid he’s gonna fall off the chair he’s on.
It’s a gorgeous sight. Purple hair all mussed up, cheeks a pretty dark pink, eyes half lidded, and tongue lolling out just the slightest amount. His chest, framed by the wrinkled uniform, is streaked with white, as are his blazer and pants. It’s such a sight that you can’t help but…
The sound of a shutter going off brings Mephisto back to reality, weakly opening his eyes to see what the noise was. What should be a cold wash of dread is instead a shock of heat forming in the pit of his stomach as he watches you hold up his camera.
You take your time connecting said camera up with your D.D.D, successfully transferring the picture over. It’s only when you place the electronics down does he finally speak.
“So what? You gonna leak that to everyone now that you’ve done your part at humiliating me?” Although he can’t help but find the predicament he’s landed himself in very hot, he still has a sliver of nervousness in his tone.
“Course not.” Walking back over to him, you lick some of the cum off his chest, “Looking like this? You’re all mine.” You savor the taste a bit more theatrically than you should, but the whimper that escapes Mephisto is all too worth it.
“M-Mc—“ he’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his and he doesn’t waste a single second in kissing you back, bullying his tongue into your mouth impatiently.
You moan at him in return, tangling your tongue with his before you pull back, a little breathless from the encounter, “Pretty, pretty, Mephistopheles…” Capturing him in another kiss, you make sure this one is slow and sensual to keep his attention on you.
It works. He doesn’t even realize you’ve undone your spell or that you’ve begun untying his restraints. All he’s focused on is your taste mixed with the faintness of his own and the warmth of your breath when you break away for a quick moment, just to come right back. It was intoxicating and he loved it. Craved it.
Pulling away one last time, you gaze at him thoughtfully, “I wonder if your mark is as pretty as you…maybe you’ll let me find out someday, hm?” And then you’re grabbing your phone, waving at him, and exiting the room, taking a piece of his pride with you.
But Mephisto doesn’t mind, not really. Even when he scrambles around to clean himself off and make himself presentable again to go meet up with his prince because he’ll sear his pact into you, no matter who says otherwise. You asked for it and he’s ever so glad to deliver.
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I recently finished reading the third season of OG!OM and I had a miniature idea... How would Lucifer, Diavolo and Barbatos react if amab!MC told them that when the problems with the three worlds were resolved, he would like to marry them? (I may write with mistakes because I am using a translator, I apologize in advance ☆o(><;))
Thanks for the ask. I wrote based on the assumption that Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos are already in an established relationship with MC where marriage is a possibility, (but honestly, it'd probably be fun to write a less serious version, too). I don't know if these are headcanons or just poorly constructed shorts in headcanon format (oops), but I hope you like it.
M!MC tells them he wants to marry them when the three realms are at peace (Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos)
(MC/reader referred to as "man" "husband/future husband" "boyfriend" "fiance") (Diavolo will only be in red for ease of reading in this post primary colors woo)
(Lucifer x m!MC) (Diavolo x m!MC) (Barbatos x m!MC)
(Suggestive in for some parts)
Word Count: +1,900
Lucifer
You told Lucifer you wanted to marry him during one of his softer, more vulnerable moments: when you woke him up after he fell asleep during a long night of paperwork, exhaustion widening his smile upon seeing your face; on one of those rare mornings when he allowed himself to laze around in bed, pulling you in close and savoring the feel and scent of your body; or one of those other long nights when Lucifer’s breath hitched and the sweetest noises left him – it was all for you.
“When things are peaceful –” “Things are never peaceful with my brothers around.” “– when the three realms are stable and at peace, then, we should get married.”
“Oh?” he asked you with a gentle chuckle.
He didn’t believe you at first – not because he had never thought about marriage before. Lucifer assumed it was more likely that you wanted to tease him than that you would beat him to a marriage proposal. His adorable, handsome, wonderful boyfriend would never surprise him by doing something so endearing and unexpected. It just wasn’t – shit! Is he really proposing to me?
Lucifer waited for a teasing “just kidding” or some kind of retreat on your part. When it doesn’t come, his eyes widen, and the heat rises visibly on his cheeks. You really want to be his husband? He already suspected as much, but to have you take the initiative and ask him to marry you was more than he expected.
When Lucifer falls, it’s hard and deep. He knows you so well. He’s so certain of his love that it doesn’t even cross his mind that it could be too early in the relationship to get married.
He glosses over the entire “when the three realms are at peace” thing, because he’s too pleased. Lucifer buries himself in the nearest part of your body he can get to – likely your chest or neck. In part, he’s trying to hide the grin on his face and the blush on his cheeks, but even with his face hidden, you can see the pink tint painting the tips of his ears.
“We already have a pact, and now you want my hand?” he murmured against your skin, sounding almost shy. “Yes. When things are –” “Why w–” “Would you stop fucking interrupting me when I’m in the middle of proposing?!” “Sorry. Do it again. I’ll behave.” His eyes softened seductively. “Asshole.” “Only when you top – and only if you’re being degrading. Usually, I’m your adoring partner.” “Do you want me to propose again or not?” “I do. Try again.”
“Lucifer, when the three realms are united, will you marry me?” Lucifer stared at you, patiently. “Well?” “Why wait?” “What do you mean?” “Why wait for peace and unity? It doesn’t matter what state the realms are in. I want to be with you. I want to be your husband, and I want you to be mine. Marry me now.”
Lucifer would be so earnest and make his argument sound so logical – but maybe it’s easier to justify something you want, too. “I’m serious. I have faith in us – in Diavolo’s plan – but if anything happens, if it takes a long time, I don’t want to wait. I want you to be my husband.”
He would kiss you tenderly and hold you close until you agree not to put off your wedding for some indefinite amount of time. He’ll be ready to go tomorrow morning if that means he can start calling you his husband sooner. How did your proposal to Lucifer turn into a proposal from him?
He’s so possessive and pompous, of course he would be excited to make you his in a more official setting.
Diavolo
You would tell him when he was already on cloud nine: after another successful event that had incorporated elements from all three worlds or after a business deal that would further entrench the Devildom in human-world culture. He had just furthered his goals. You were proud of him. You loved him, and you knew you were going to stand by his side as he achieved his dream for peace and unity, so you told him, “When you succeed – when the realms are united in peace, I want to marry you.”
“Hahaha. You’re full of surprises.”
Diavolo laughs, but it isn’t to mock you. He’s delighted by the proposal – well, admission. He’s gotten requests for marriage before, but he’s never been so happy to hear that someone wanted to marry him. It was unexpected, but he adores that you can surprise him.
It isn’t lost on him that you didn’t actually ask him to marry you or that you were willing to wait an indefinite amount of time. Who knew how long it would take him to realize his dream, but you believed in him enough to wait. The fact that you just told him what you wanted without asking him felt like you were giving him the space and time to think about it, come back, and meet you with his own feelings about marriage. Maybe he was reading into it too much, but he didn’t feel pressured, and that was a comfort. You made him feel so free, supported, and loved.
Of course, he would love to make you his – give you the whole grand royal ceremony, mark you as his partner for the whole world to see, and give you the title of “king” to match his own (because in this speculative future, the throne is his by then; he’ll have earned it.).
You both understand why it would be best to wait for his success. It can be difficult enough to get approval and ensure your safety when everyone just thinks the Demon Prince has taken a human man as his lover. Marriage might cause more instability.
Furthermore, although he doesn’t expect his workload to disappear once peace is achieved, Diavolo hopes that ensuring peace takes more effort than maintaining it. If he’s going to marry you, he wants plenty of down time to travel with his new husband after the wedding. He wants enough free time in his day to cherish you and remind you of the love he holds for you. He wants to make sure he can kiss you, and hold you, and make love to you to both of your hearts’ content. (In other words, if Diavolo commits to being your husband, he needs to meet his daily physical affection quota or he will pout for a week.)
After taking a minute to process your words, Diavolo would pull you against him and press his forehead to yours. It wouldn’t matter if you were in public, either (not to Diavolo, at least. Barbatos would scold him about it being “inappropriate” later.). With a soft, sweet smile, he would tell you, “I better work harder then. I don’t want to keep you waiting too long.” Even if everyone was staring in your direction, he would take that moment to lean in and kiss you tenderly.
Suddenly, Diavolo would feel his ambition renewed. He’d even feel motivated to get home and start on some important plans and initiatives – unless you wanted to go home with him; in which case, he would take you to bed and resume his work in the morning. Nothing could light a fire under him like his beloved partner.
After your proposal, he may occasionally flirt with you by calling you “my fiancé” or “my future husband,” but he’ll only do that in private.
Barbatos
There is no ideal time to drop the news on Barbatos that you want to marry him, which probably plays to your benefit when you tell him while he’s working. You were shadowing him – probably assisting in the kitchen or giving him a hand with some light chores (dusting, organizing, laundry, etc.). “When Lord Diavolo succeeds in uniting the three realms, do you think we could get married?”
Barbatos’s eyes would widen, and he would stop his work for a second. Even if he had used his powers, he never would have believed that this would be the path you would follow. Barbatos took in a deep breath and released it along with the tension in his body before he resumed his work. “No.”
It was your turn to pause. You hadn’t expected such a flat-out rejection, and it hurt. “Oh.” “I’m sorry, MC.” “No, it’s fine. . . but, do you mind if I ask you why not? Are we – do you not love me enough for marriage?”
Now, Barbatos felt hurt. It’s not that he didn’t love you deeply; in fact, Barbatos imagined his love for you was more eternal than most marriages claim to represent. He would vow his love to you under the moon and swear to that celestial body that his love would outlast it. The truth was much sadder.
Barbatos has a duty to serve Diavolo. It seems like the logical conclusion that he would never commit to marriage before Diavolo’s goals were achieved. You were willing to wait, but Barbatos knew that, and he was reluctant to let you.
Without using his powers, Barbatos has no idea how long it would take for that to happen. In the meantime, he wants you to enjoy life. He doesn’t want you waiting around for him for decades or centuries (because he has no intention of allowing you to limit your life to normal human lifespans). If you want to get married, and he doesn’t feel able to do that for you, Barbatos would rather see you marry someone else – certainly, you have no shortage of suitors. (We can all ignore that this is an idiotic reason, right?)
However, the main reason he turned you down is because he believes you deserve the world. Even after the realms are stable, Barbatos will still be bound to Diavolo. Maintaining that peace takes effort as well. Furthermore, Barbatos enjoys his work, and he would never give it up. His time for you would always be lacking. Surely, you would expect more from him after marriage. That wasn’t something Barbatos could give you.
He would tell you as much. “. . . That is why I must decline your proposal.” “Why? Because I’d have to wait, and you would still work for Diavolo?” “Those are not ideal conditions for a husband. You deserve more.” “First of all, we fuck under your boss’s roof. Second, we are different species from different realms. Nothing about our circumstance is ‘ideal.’ Third, I love you, and I love how our relationship works. I would never take you away from Lord Diavolo’s side. I just wanted to cement my love for you with a silly little ceremony – it’s not that important. I will stand by you, and I’ll love you then as I do now – regardless of marriage.”
Barbatos could feel his face flush with heat. He was overjoyed and overwhelmed. “We have yet to even form a pact.” “Yet? And we don’t have to have a pact if you don’t want one.” “Goodness, you are far too accommodating. May I make a proposal of my own?”
Barbatos would pull you into his arms (he had ceased working altogether after “your boss’s roof.”) and whisper into your ear. “I was wrong. I want all of you for myself. Wait for me. When success is in our grasp, I will mark you, and seal our pact. After that, I’ll make you my husband.”
He’ll sound so tender and seductive. So of course, it’s the perfect time to tease him by saying, “Then I can fuck my husband under his boss’s roof.” “Not if I take you out in the garden. After all, you look stunning in the moonlight.”
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