#lucifer x afab oc

[sassykattery]

Absurd

Oh? Another Lucifer smut fic in the same week? Well, I do love to spoil my sinners. Hope you enjoy. This is like a same-vein fic to the Diavolo fic I posted called "Caught."

Pairing: Lucifer x oc! Altaira

CW: features afab/fem oc! Altaira who uses she/her pronouns. Smut. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Solo masturbation (male).

A/N: This one-shot scene is not canon to Altaira's fic.

Third person POV

Other Characters: mention Diavolo

Synopsis: It's late, and only the most absurd things happen when it's late. For example, like finding someone in a compromising position, but you just can't quite look away...

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"So, now you know about the Great Crimson Dogwood Fruit Famine," Lucifer stated at the end of his tutoring lecture.

Altaira continued writing, jotting down the last few things he mentioned. After she was done, she approached Lucifer's desk and laid her notebook down in front of him.

Leaning over near his shoulder, she pointed at a line and asked, "Did you say it had seven or nine disease outbreaks at this point?"

"You have it correct, it's seven," he answered.

"And..." she flipped a few pages, "Did you say legislation was passed here or here?"

"Ah, it's actually here," Lucifer corrected her. She took her pencil and corrected the note.

Satisfied, she took the notebook and closed it, walking back to her seat to put it away in her bag. "Thank you, Lucifer. I apologize about asking you to do this for me."

"Don't worry about it," he answered, watching her.

"I'll see you tomorrow, unless I think of anything else. Good night," she called to him on the way out of his office.

"Good night," he replied quietly. Once the door to his office was shut and her footsteps were far enough away, he gave a great sigh and slouched in his chair.

She has no idea what she does to me, he thought to himself.

He side-eyed the Demonus first, wondering if he could drink away his thoughts this time.

No, that would be the fourth time this month if I did that, he thought.

Instead, he rubbed his temples and tried to tear his thoughts away from the lingering scent of her perfume. It had hints of Jasmine and violet, mixed with musk and amber. That scent was his new favorite obsession when it came to her, nearly following her like an animal when he caught wind of it. He found himself having to physically halt himself, either by grabbing the counter or turning his head another direction and holding his breath.

And if it wasn't her perfume, it was him having to wrench his lustful gaze from her form as she walked away, hips swaying and thighs rubbing together. When she wore a fitted crimson silk blouse that outlined her tapered waist perfectly, he nearly moaned, as it became his new favorite thing she wore. Or how her lips, especially in his favorite shade on her, mahogany, would curl into a smile when she was amused. The way her wavy blonde locks tumbled down her back– and even her hair smelled delightful in the brief moments he was close enough to detect it. Berries that tied together perfectly with her perfume made her a walking distraction for him.

He was reminded of her hands, thinking of her standing next to him moments ago. How small they looked when she laid one on his desk to steady herself as she used the other to jot down his words. He thought of her beautifully manicured and claw-like black nails thrumming against the wood, and he liked those too. There was an element of danger to it that he enjoyed, and how it juxtaposed her sweet demeanor.

And, after being reminded of all those things, his slacks felt tight now, and he had fully worked himself up. Lucifer knew it was absurd for him to behave this way, no better than a beast or lower demon. He threw his head back in frustration, hoping it would just go away. But no, it never did. This was the third time it had happened that week alone, and not to mention all the other times the week prior that it happened, and regardless, it all ended the same: Just as he started to now, it ended with him unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down to free his hard cock.

The images in his head were more than enough to suffice. He had ample ideas of the things he wanted to do to her, with her. There was no shortage of imagining tying her up with black and red rope and making her beg, watching her pretty doll-like face ruined with pleasure as tears made streaks in her makeup. Certainly, there wasn't a lack of images he could pull from that he had carefully curated, ones of taking her on the desk of his office so everyone could hear how he claimed her, how she could never belong to anyone else.

But more than anything, in this particular moment, he imagined just simply making love to her. Soft and gentle touches exchanged between them, loving whispers and promises made, and soft moans escaping her lips as he slowly sank himself deeper and deeper inside of what he imagined was her perfect cunt. To have her look at him with such love and adoration? That was what he really desired, not with that guarded one she usually had around him. To be loved by her would be all he needed to survive, surely.

For now, though, he had to settle for this. He leaned back and rested his head against the back of the chair, his eyes closed. His hand gently grasped the shaft of his cock, just under the head, and he gasped softly. Oh, what he would give to have that be her delicate hand, or better yet, her slick velvet walls, rather than his hand. He imagined what it would be like to be enveloped in her scent, to feel her slick pouring over his cock and making the most disgusting yet satisfying sounds as he bounced her plush ass up and down in his lap.

He let out a short growl at his frustration, pumping his cock a little rougher in his hand. There was a desperation to feel how tight her walls could squeeze him. The scene switched to him guiding her to lay against his fine silk sheets, wanting to give her every second of his attention, every ounce of his love.

"Altaira..." he moaned softly. Just the sound of her name running off his tongue was adding fuel to his fire. He wanted to call her name again and again like a prayer.

"Lucifer," he imagined her calling back to him with that sweet voice of hers, a tone so honeyed and soft, sounding a little surprised. He imagined it was her shock of how good he made her feel, making her just as addicted to him as he was to her.

But what he didn't realize was that he wasn't imagining it. Altaira had come back into the office to ask him another question and came to find him seemingly purring her name over and over. She had said his name just as she was opening the door to his office, and by the time she had the door starting to close and turned around, she had finally laid her own gaze upon his form.

He was disheveled but stunning, sitting there with his head reclined back and brows furrowed, lips slightly parted. His tie was loose, and his waistcoat and shirt were half unbuttoned She could clearly see his cock in his hand. It was such a sight that she was frozen in place.

It was then he started to reach for his D.D.D., wanting to see an image of her, but his hand halted mid-stroke when his eyes opened to see her standing there in the flesh, just a few steps in front of his door. Her lips were parted into a very soft "o" shape as her eyes were glued to his cock, a bloom of red decorating her lower neck and upper chest with a blush that surely encased her whole body. That was, until she saw his eyes open, and her gaze snapped to his.

There was a silent stand-off for several seconds between the two.

"I-I'm... so-sorry..." she squeaked in a near-whisper. Her hand blindly looked for the doorknob behind her while she couldn't peel her eyes off of him.

It occurred to the demon that she wasn't vanishing, like smoke, wasn't visibly upset, and not chastising him. So, then, what was she thinking?

His lips curled into a slight smirk. "It's rude not to knock," he stated.

She swallowed thickly and gripped the doorknob tighter. "Um, I..." she couldn't even form a proper sentence.

"You were watching me, weren't you?" He nearly purred to her.

Her eyes finally dropped from his penetrating gaze. She immediately turned away to leave after feeling rapid shame flesh out against her whole body.

"Altaira."

She stopped, her back to him.

"Come here."

Very slowly, she turned back around and followed his command, step by step, making her way to his desk while keeping her eyes on the linoleum floor.

"Beside me," he added. She walked around his desk and finally stopped beside Lucifer, unable to meet his gaze. He had turned his chair to face her.

Reaching out, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. She gave a tiny gasp at the slight force, but it wasn't painful, just surprising.

"Were you watching me?" He asked huskily, his already sultry voice becoming laced with lust.

She hesitated, but when he didn't let her go, she finally nodded.

"Do you enjoy watching others?"

That question made her start to pull away, but he held her firmly in his palm. His crimson orbs were trained on her shadow blue ones, watching for fleeting thoughts and emotions.

"I'm not sure," she finally answered. He let out an amused puff of air through his nose in response.

"Well, why don't you take a seat so we can continue, hm?" He suggested with a wicked smirk smearing his lips. Her eyes glanced down, and then back up at the eldest. "Do you want to watch?"

She stared at him blankly for several moments. Weighing her options, eventually, curiosity won out, and she nodded slowly.

He released her and sat back in his chair again, legs spread out as he relaxed. Slowly, she sank down to her knees. She sat between Lucifer's knees and was now eye level with his cock, still hard and heavy in his hand. He began stroking it leisurely, and she watched intently with wide doe eyes. She took it all in; she looked at the tendons in his hand, his beautiful red polish coordinating perfectly with the red-flushed head of his cock. And lord, his cock was beautiful too. Curved and long, she wondered how it would feel in her hand, or more.

Of course, this did something for Lucifer, too. Her voyeurism matched his exhibitionism. He savored how she looked at him, her jewel-like eyes sparkling with intrigue and fascination– it was downright sinful. His ego was stoked to have the sole object of all his desires drink him in like water in the driest of deserts during a drought. Her lustful gaze made him feel feral. It brought him so close to the edge quickly that he had to slow down. Who knows when he would have this sort of opportunity again? Why rush?

"I do like watching. I like watching you," she finally whispered, meeting his gaze once more. Oh, that did absolutely nothing to stave off his looming orgasm.

"Do you, now? What about it do you like?" He asked in a murmur, still slowly fisting his cock.

"I like seeing how you pleasure yourself, and it's rather erotic to know you were doing this because of me. And, you like me watching, too, don't you?" She replied quietly, her voice smooth and siren-like.

He let out a soft but deep chuckle. She shifted around to get more comfortable, and he felt a little guilty for making her sit on the hard tile, but he promised in his head not to let that happen again. His thoughts were broken when he saw her hands come to rest on his knees, but she stopped herself and hovered.

"Go on," he muttered, his lids becoming heavy as he started pumping himself a little faster. Her small hands rested on his knees, and instantly, it felt like heaven to him to receive her touch. "Stay right there," he ordered.

As told, she remained still, holding onto his knees and watching with unashamed fascination.

So obedient, he thought. I'll have to remember that.

"What were you thinking about? Before I came in," she asked quietly, her gaze holding on to the movement of his hand.

"Someone who drives me crazy and doesn't even know it," he replied, his voice becoming breathless.

Her eyes flickered up to his at that.

"What is it about them that you like?" She pressed further.

"Everything. The way they walk, talk, smile, move, think, and it all enamored me from the start."

"And... what were you two doing in your thoughts?" Her fingers pressed a little harder into his legs, unknowingly to her, but all too knowingly to him.

"We were in my bed, and I was about to lay you back and ravish you," he murmured, his lids lowering as he felt his pleasure mounting again, the pool of heat in his abdomen climbing and spreading across his nerves.

"Me? You... You mean me?" She asked, her eyes widening with pleasant shock.

"Is that what I said?" He asked with a smirk.

He watched that lovely reddish hue splash across her neck and chest again, and when he happened to look up at her face, he noticed the tips of her ears reddening as well. Her breathing became shallow, and he could almost feel her heart rate climbing.

She's cute like this, he mused to himself.

"Maybe... We can explore that at another time," she whispered. His grip on his cock tightened at her words. Oh, to have her writhing beneath him. Her sweet moans in his room. Her voice calling only his name and not the name of that damned prince that was chasing after her. No, the mere idea of taking her up to his room... Yes, he thought, another time.

"Are you ready?" He asked breathlessly.

She nodded just the tiniest bit eagerly, he was glad to see. It was almost as if her eyes became hungrier, if that were possible.

"Are you going to sit here and watch me cum?" He pressed, hoping to get another cute reaction from her.

"Yes," she replied softly. "I w-want... to watch you cum."

Even her stammer was adorable. Fuck, I know if I asked her to do anything, she'd say yes. But this is new to both of us, and I don't want to scare her away or make her feel like she has to do anything.

"Just stay right there," he repeated his order, for her benefit and his.

"I've thought about this too," she admitted quietly. Her gaze was trained on his. "I wanted to see you. I want to know what it's like to... be with you, in that sense."

Does she even know what she does to me? He groaned internally. Fuck, tell me more.

"I want you, Lucifer."

Oh fuck.

He pumped his fist faster, his release suddenly that much closer than he initially thought. His cock began to throb in his hand, telling him as much. It felt like his heart was surely going to pound right out of his chest as his breathing quickened and pleasure heightened. He noticed her biting her lip and shifting around, realizing she was rubbing her thighs together to get some stimulation. That illustrious scent of hers wafted into the room, and he was done for.

"Ahh!" He moaned and then hissed, cum spurting out from his pulsing cock like a fountain. Soft white cream ran over his hand and down his trousers, dotting a few places on his thighs where it shot out. She looked mesmerized by him, her eyes widening and lips slightly parted. Low groans reverberated in his throat as he gazed down at her, noticing how her fingers pressed harder into his legs, how her own breath quickened.

When his orgasn finally released his body, he relaxed back and briefly closed his eyes, head rolled back. His hot, ragged breaths were the only sound in the room.

He looked forward again and admired the furious blush, searing her ivory skin across her chest, arms, neck. He imagined how red her face must have been under her makeup. But it was when he caught another whiff of that sweet scent of hers that he had to keep his grip on the arm of his chair or who knew what he would do.

"That was beautiful," she whispered, sitting back on her haunches slightly, relaxing. He smirked and sat forward slightly. "Thank you for letting me watch."

She's thanking me? Fuck, please don't do this to me. I can barely keep myself from touching her.

"Why don't you run along back to your room, hm?" He suggested softly, a wicked little smile smearing his mouth. She nodded and came to her feet, softly padding away from him. Not looking back, she left and ran off to her bedroom.

Once she was gone, he let out a low groan, wondering if that indeed happened. Before anyone else should see him like this, he quickly cleaned up and put himself back in order, sorting through his thoughts. Deciding he had spent enough time being unproductive, he retrieved some documents he needed to sign.

---

It was roughly an hour later, work completed, that he was putting everything away to go to bed when his D.D.D. buzzed on his desk. Opening the device, he saw the message from her.

Altaira: I could use some help, too, if you don't mind.

Not even bothering to answer, he left his office in a flash. On the way, he scoffed at his absurdity but ultimately decided he didn't care. If this was his opportunity to finally get his chance with her, he'd be a damned fool not to take it.

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Valentines w/ Husk

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Valentines w/ Alastor

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36 38 40 with alastor

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Verosika, vox, chaz, barbie, lute and striker being called pookie bear by their partner

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OBEY ME OC: Azra, Owner of The Fall

Azra is a powerful incubus that lives in the Devildom and owns the realm's most popular nightclub, The Fall. He has a notorious reputation for the shady business deals and bloodthirsty methods he used during his rise among the Devildom elite—allegedly, of course. One of his only friends is Zekhan, his personal assistant and the manager of his club. As a fallen angel, his relationships with the angels in RAD's exchange program can be strained at times. He avoids spending time with Lucifer as much as possible, but he is on friendly terms with Asmodeus.

➤ BIOGRAPHY (wip)

➤ CHARACTER TAG & ASKS/INFO: #my oc: azra

➤ A ROLL OF THE DICE (Obey Me! AU)

Part 1: Good Fortune

➤ THE FALL (Azra x Meta AU)

➤ CAMEO APPEARANCES

A Little Reminder (Lucifer x afab!Reader)

➤ ONE-SHOTS

A Picnic Date Gone Astray

"Mm, you taste so good." (nsfw)

Getting cockblocked at the HoL (nsfw)

Two Sides of Azra (nsfw)

Their Biggest Turn-ons (nsfw)

Inside Jokes (nsfw)

➤ HEADCANONS

SFW Alphabet / NSFW Alphabet

OC Voice Claims

General Lore/Info

Silly/Weird Facts

Why Azra Hates Lucifer

Business Rivals

Azra's Past Flings

Surprise Guest + Intimacy Interactions (nsfw)

The OCs as Sugar Daddies Boyfriends

Primary & Secondary Sins

Relationships before MC

Making a Pact with MC

The OCs as Dads

OC Rankings: How Flirty They Are

➤ PLAYLIST ♬

➤ CHARACTER VISUALS

Basic references (Picrew credit)

➤ MOOD BOARDS

➤ CHARACTER SHEETS

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The Club of the Unseen and Obscene, Part 2

Welcome, obscene one. This meant to be filth, so read at your own discretion.

This title is part of a series I'm doing where Altaira will be paired with various demons. The introduction will be the same, but her new partner will change. I won't put who it is here, but if you want to be sure it's a character you want to read, it'll be in the tags below. Maybe see if you can guess who it is based on the beginning!

Pairing: ? x oc! Altaira

Written in third person POV

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Dom, sub, switch dynamics. Bondage straps. Handcuffs. Spreader bar. Minimal spanking. Safe word established. Oral m! and f! receiving. Unprotected sex. Edging. Slight degredation. piv sex. Degredation. Light choking. Creampie.

Themes: Sex club. Slight angst but short-lived. BDSM.

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Part 1

"Hmm," Altaira murmured, examining a matte black envelope in her hands. It was addressed to her at the House of Lamentation, so she took it with her to her bedroom. Flipping it over, it said, "From The Unseen and Obscene."

Curious and slightly concerned, she used her nail to slide under the lip of the envelope near the top edge and slid it across to slice it open. She then fished out a black holographic card with black sparkling lace details along the edges. It was blank until she took a good look at the card as words began to appear.

"It has come to our attention that you are of beautiful prestige and exotic in your humanness. We here at the Club of the Unseen and Obscene wish to invite you to our wonderland of renowned pleasure. We eagerly await your response. Come at your earliest convenience on the night of the next full moon for your acceptance."

An address then appeared across the bottom of the card, and quickly, she took a picture. Rightfully so, because the words began to disappear again. She flipped it over and just saw the words in a beautiful script, "Seeing is obscene, angelic one."

Altaira walked over to her dresser and slid the card under her folded undergarments. She walked back over to her bedside to sit and do a web search for the club the card mentioned. After some reading, she found that the address was listed under a business in creating spots for online dates to meet up.

Immediately, she switched over to texting Asmodeus.

Altaira: Asmo.

Asmo: Yes, kitten?

Altaira: Club of the Unseen and Obscene, have you heard of it?

Asmo: ...

Within eight seconds, there was a knock on her door, and before she could answer, Asmo walked in and locked it behind him. He had a serious look on his face.

"Show me," Asmo demanded, his hand held out. She found the photo in her phone and showed it to the demon. He looked it over, and his eyes widened.

"What?"

"This... Well, it's a prestigious honor, to be sure. But, uh... I don't think it's your speed, honey," Asmo admitted.

"What is it?"

"It's hard to explain because every experience is different. A group of lust demons own the club, and every set of guests has an entirely different experience. How it works is that they send out invites to those they deem "worthy" of attending their "parties." Those who receive certain invites for a particular week will experience something no other group gets to see," Asmo replied, handing her phone back.

"Have you been?" She asked quietly.

"I have, just once. That's all anyone is allotted is a one-time entry," Asmo answered, sitting on the edge of her bed. She joined him as well.

"What was your experience like?" She pressed.

"That's another thing; we're not allowed to talk about it. What happens in the club stays in the club," he answered vaguely.

"Should I go?" Altaira then looked down at her feet, feeling confused and unsure of herself.

"There's no harm in going– well, I take that back. You are human, so there's always harm here. But I will take you there and ensure they won't do anything to you," Asmo offered. "And you can always back out at any time. They have a strict consent policy, and that consent may be withdrawn at any point in the experience."

She then nodded and looked askance, feeling nervous.

"Okay. I'll go."

Altaira's eyes snapped back at her shoes as they walked. Asmo had dropped her off and she followed the demon who welcomed her at the front desk. Finally, they stopped at another door just ahead of the demon, who then turned and stepped back.

"I believe your other half is already here. Have fun, and welcome to the Club of the Unseen and Obscene, angelic one," the demon announced with a bow.

"Who is it? There's more? Or just one?" She asked timidly. "And what are we doing? I'd like some explanation first."

"I cannot give away such secrets, little angel. Just know we have curated an experience that you've dreamt of, and you will lack nothing when you're inside," the demon replied. "And that of who is already is inside has the same desires, and therefore you are part of their experience as well, just as they are yours."

Suddenly, the demon turned away and walked off down the hallway, eventually disappearing in the darkness.

Altaira stared at the doorknob for a few seconds before grabbing it and turning it, keeping her eyes on the floor. She walked in and closed the door, keeping her back to the rest of the room as she laid her head against the door, unsure of whatever was about to happen.

"It seems quiet tonight," Mammon mused out of boredom from his seat in the common room. Satan looked up from his book.

"I suppose so," he replied.

"I'm gonna go bug Altaira," Mammon announced, sitting up to leave. Just then, Asmo walked by and stopped in the entryway, looking at his nails.

"I'm afraid she's out for the night," the fifth born stated.

"Out? For the night? Where?" Mammon asked in an offensive tone.

"She received her invitation to the Club of the Unseen and Obscene," Asmo informed him.

Satan's brows shot up. "The sex club you and Solomon went to all those decades ago? Why her? I didn't think they let in non-magic humans."

"Sex club? That one owned by the Libidine Group?" Belphie asked, suddenly waking up in the corner of the room. "And Altaira's there? I didn't think she'd go to something like that."

"I bribed the attendant into telling me who the other invitees were. She'll be just fine," Asmo purred with a sadistic smile.

"I don't want to know," Satan rolled his eyes, returning to his book.

"Well, I do! What if they hurt her! I'm going over there," Mammon snapped, shooting to his feet and dashing out of the House.

"He'll regret that," Asmo mused, walking back to his bedroom to retire.

After taking a few deep breaths, Altaira looked up and over her shoulder at the room she entered. The walls were black, hardwood floors black, and a giant Alaskan King bed in the center with white silk sheets, lots of blankets and pillows, and crimson rose petals scattered around the bed on the floor. The center of the room where the bed was seemed to be illuminated the most, with the corners of the room so dark she couldn't see much else.

She eventually left the door to walk across the room. Stopping short of the foot of the bed, she looked down, dusting her fingers across the pearly white sheets. There were two long bedside tables, one on each side of the bed.

"Welcome, angelic ones. We are honored to have you join us. Tonight, we have curated an experience we think will be up to your... preferences. Your desires shall be made seen, and your kinks will be... obscene. Everything and anything you should need for the night will be located in the side tables or along the walls. Should there be any emergency or need to stop, simply hit the red button next to the door. And, good night, you two."

The voice was one she hadn't heard before, and she was too busy trying to think of who could've said it to hear someone walk up behind her.

"So you are the angel I was paired with. I can't say I'm disappointed," a deep melodic voice purred in her ear.

She froze then, eyes wide and heart pounding. Surely he wasn't invited as well? Or certainly he wouldn't accept? She thought this would be beneath him, or that at least, she was beneath him. With his name on her lips, she whispered,

"... Lucifer."

"A smart guess," Lucifer mused. She slowly turned and cranked her head back to look up at the demon, standing there in his casual clothes, sans overcoat. He studied her facial expression, trying to decipher if she was happy to see him or not.

"I'm surprised," she replied neutrally. "I thought this would be beneath you."

"Ordinarily it is, but I was curious to know who the owners thought they could dare to pair with me," he replied arrogantly. Her left brow just barely twitched, something he knew to be indicating of her displeasure. His face and tone softened finally. "Anyone else and I would have left by now."

"Right," she mumbled, turning away. His own brow twitched with curiosity, wishing he could pry her open to know what that one word truly meant. "Well, I'm still not sure what it is we are supposed to be doing here. No one will really explain it to me."

"It can be whatever we like, Altaira," he stated quietly. "Why don't we sit?" He suggested. She nodded and turned to sit back onto the edge of the bed, scooting back a little to let her legs dangle off the edge. He sat next to her, his shoulder just mere inches away from hers. The Avatar observed her body posture, noting that she was clearly nervous, unsure, and confused.

"I suppose it would be nice to get to know you better," she finally stated. It was a start, in his mind, at least.

"Indeed. What would you like to know?" He asked quietly, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his cuffs to roll the sleeves up around his elbows.

"Why me? You said anyone else, and you'd've left," she inquired.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked condescendingly, looking down at her. She looked up at him and shook her head. "I'm interested in you," he answered.

She stood up and grumbled, "I thought you said you'd never stoop so low as to be interested in a human."

He snatched her wrist before she could walk away. "That was before I got to know you, before you lived with us for as long as you have. You've been a gift to my brothers... and me."

She turned and looked down at where he held her, thinking about her next action.

"Don't go," he murmured, watching for her reaction.

He kept holding her wrist as she fully faced him and stepped closer, stopping between his knees.

"What do you want from me?"

He then brought her hand up, turning her wrist over so his lips brushed her knuckles.

"Whatever you'll allow me to have," he answered.

"And you want me? Like, want me?"

"More than anything I've ever wanted in my many millennia of existence," he answered again.

Her gaze finally softened then, her body relaxing and losing its rigid posture. He took the opportunity to pull her in closer, and instinctively, her hands landed on his shoulders as he barely looked up at her. The height difference from him sitting and her standing wasn't that great. He caught her scent then, and it took quite a bit of restraint on his part to not seize her in that moment.

"What do you want of me?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

She shifted on her feet, clearly a bit uncomfortable but not running away either. Her eyes fell to her feet, noting how close she was to him in that moment.

"For a long time, I wanted you. But I knew deep down I was never going to be good enough, and it's just easier to not want someone you can't have," she answered sadly.

"It's not that you're not good enough for me, precious, it's that you're too good for me. You deserve more than a demon to be at your side," he murmured, using his other hand to reach out to tuck the strands that had fallen in front of her face back behind her ear.

"You said–"

"I'm saying now," he interrupted her firmly.

She bit her lip and finally looked back up at him, seeing the honesty in his gaze and the near desperation in the way he held onto her. He wasn't going to let go without a proper fight.

"Kiss me."

He didn't even blink at her command. Instantaneously, he was pulling her toward him and placing a hand to cup her cheek as their lips collided. Her taste was sweet, just like he imagined she would be, almost like cake frosting. The moment she opened her mouth just slightly, he took the liberty of deepening the kiss with his tongue sliding through her mouth to greet her tongue. His taste was slightly bitter and a little tart like wine but mostly reminiscent of coffee.

His hands began to wander, the one finally releasing her wrist but then encircling her lower waist, just above her hips, to keep her still. The other trailed down from her cheek and on to trace his fingers over her clothes to map out her curves. She melted into him, her torso grazing his and feeling the warmth radiating from his body.

Feeling herself start to stumble and lose oxygen, she pulled away and stood straight again, panting as she looked at him. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were glossy. He didn't make a single move, waiting to see what she wanted next, because as much as he had his own desires for the evening, he wasn't going to leave her wanting for anything, not with him.

"Do you..." she started to ask but looked away. His gloved hand took hold of her chin and guided her to look at him again. "Do you want me? To... have sex with me?"

"I do, and so much more. I want to give you every experience you've ever hoped for or dreamed of. Tell me what you desire most, and I will make it happen, pumpkin," he murmured in reply.

With guided movements from Lucifer, he pulled her onto his lap to straddle him. Her arms wrapped over his shoulders, and his hands purchased her hips.

"I like being... submissive," she confessed.

"Mm, I see," he purred. "Would you like me to take control then?" She nodded. "What else, my little darling?"

"I like the idea of being tied up or bound– of being at your mercy," she added. A smile twitched on his lips and he couldn't help how the rest of his body began to ignite at her words, his cock twitching with excitement.

"And have you done any of this before?"

"N-No... I'm sorry if you don't–" she started to backpeddle.

"I would love nothing more than to indulge in your desires, precious. But we need to set up some rules– to keep us safe," he informed her gently. "Think of a word you want to say when you want me to stop completely."

She looked down for a moment and met his gaze again. "Yameru."

"And another for when you need my attention for something, but not necessarily to completely stop."

"Wisteria."

"Yameru and wisteria," he repeated to her. "Would you like to start?" She nodded. "Shall I take the lead?" She nodded again. "Stand," he ordered.

Coming off his lap, she took a step back, and he came to his feet, towering over her.

"Hands up," he commanded again. She followed his words with ease, her eyes wide with intrigue. Her hands came up, and he shuffled her blouse up and over her head. He eyed her black lace bra with a crimson lining, satisfied to see her in his colors. They were striking against her skin.

"Stay," he ordered again, turning away to one of the bedside tables. He opened the top drawer to find exactly what he was after. After making his selection, he closed the drawer and approached the human again.

She looked at the black leather bondage straps in his hands, watching as he laid them on the bed.

"I want to test one or two of these first on you, and then you'll tell me if you're okay with it," he stated. She nodded.

He knelt down to the floor in front of her and took one of the straps, wrapping it over her clothed upper thighs. He fastened the belt quickly and looked up at her when he was satisfied.

"How does that feel?" He asked softly.

"I like it," she replied quietly.

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Good." He then unfastened it and laid it back on the bed, selecting a longer but thinner strap. "Arms down to your sides." After she was ready, he looped it around her upper arms, just above her elbows, and over her chest and back, strapping her in so her upper arms couldn't move. "And how's this against your skin?" He asked as he finished the fastening.

"Feels nice," she replied very softly, looking down at the black leather keeping her bound. Inwardly, he was elated at her fascination. He adored her intrigue as she stared with wide doe eyes. She was no virgin, but her lack of experience in this moment was endearing.

"I can work with you with your undergarments on or off. Which would you prefer?" He asked neutrally, taking off the strap around her arms and upper torso. "It's up to you."

"Um, on, please... for now," she replied. He nodded and set the strap down and then returned to slip off her jeans, leaving her in her matching undergarments.

"Keep going?"

"Yes, please," she mumbled. He chuckled darkly and swept her hair up to let it cascade down her back again.

"So polite," he murmured. "I'm going to put these on you, okay? You just tell me if you need anything adjusted." She nodded again and hummed her approval.

One by one, he took the black straps and fastened them around her body, starting with her arms. Two went over them above her elbows. He took her hands and clasped them together behind her back, collapsing a set of black leather handcuffs around them. He then bound her forearms with a few more straps. For looks, he added more around her torso, over her covered breasts, bare waist, and just above her hips.

"How do you feel?" He murmured in her ear from behind.

"Good," she answered softly.

"Good. Now, can you turn and sit for me?"

She nodded and turned on her heels to sit on the edge of the bed, facing him while sitting upright.

"Good girl. Let's have some fun, shall we, precious?" He cooed to her lovingly, a mischievous glint in his eye at the word "fun."

Lucifer took off his gloves, tossing them aside. She watched with vested interest as he reached below and started undoing his belt. He noticed how she perked up even more as he fished his already-stiff cock out of his slacks, the tip blazing red and ready for attention.

"Open," he ordered firmly. She opened her mouth obediently and looked up at him with wide eyes. He fed her his cock slowly, setting the head against her warm, wet tongue as his hips slid forward. His free hand went to her hair to wrap her blonde locks around his fist. More than halfway in, he stopped and let her adjust, enthralled by how she only looked up at him.

"Pretty pet you are, looking at me like that. Think you can handle this for me?" He cooed again, almost sounding mocking but only somewhat unintentionally. She responded by closing her mouth around his cock and running her tongue along the underside of it, causing him to groan. Using her hair locked around his hand, he began moving her back and forth, using her mouth like a toy. She hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him off like she knew he wanted.

"Mm, you are divine, precious. You're– hah, making me feel good," he praised her. He could see the appreciation in her twinkling eyes as he continued using her mouth. All the while, he could sense her arousal seeping through then, that illustrious perfume that he'd been dying to get a taste of, too. And now that she was here... well, a demon doesn't say no to temptation very well, do they?

Pulling his cock out with a wet pop, he let her breathe, a bit of spit glistening along the corners of her lips.

"I'm going to move you around. I need to taste you," he grunted. He took a hold of hers straps and drug her up the bed, forcing her to lay back. Walking back down to the foot of the bed, he knelt down to the floor and spread her legs wide. He saw her bring her head up, watching nervously as he brought his hands to the highest part of her inner thighs and his face rather close to her more sacred space.

"K-Keep going," she whispered. He smirked and licked a long stripe up the crotch of her panties, causing her to flex beneath her bindings.

One of his long fingers hooked into the fabric from one side and drug it over to reveal her shiny, wet pussy spread open just for him. His other hand reached around and brought the leg he was holding onto his shoulder. After pressing a hot kiss to her cunt, he licked another long stripe up her sex and deeply inhaled her arousal. Unable to resist, he buried his face in and ate her out like a madman.

"Oh!" She squealed suddenly, unprepared for the pleasure be brought to her. He lavishly lapped at her clit, giving it some much needed attention, sometimes sucking on it audibly. Her back arched as much as it could with her current confinement.

"So sweet," he mumbled into her lower lips. More of her slick started to accumulate around her entrance, so he brought his tongue down to prod around it. Her hips rolled into his ministrations, clearly asking for more. Slowly, he slid his tongue in and sent it swirling to rub against her walls.

She squealed again, tightening down on his muscle and obviously getting close to her first orgasm.

"Beg."

A strangled whimper left her throat before she started to whine, "Please! I'm so close, Lucifer. Please, make me cum!"

The way she even said his name made him moan, the vibrations adding to her bliss. Returning to her clit, he swirled his tongue over and around it again and again, feeling her body tense up and noticed her breath become shallow. Her head was thrown back, and she struggled with not being able to move, but that only added to the sensation he brought to her.

"Cum for me," he snapped.

A wash of heat came over her as her release started, her walls clenching around nothing. He sucked on her clit hard, carrying her well past the boundaries of her orgasm and into overstimulation. She cried and cried for him, her voice more sonorous than any record he cared to listen to. He finally eased up on her and relaxed back to wipe his mouth.

Her body continued to lightly convulse and twitch with every few seconds that passed by. She finally sighed after a couple of minutes and sagged into the mattress.

"You did well," he purred to her. She lazily brought her head up to look at him in her post-orgasmic haze.

"Thank... you..." she rasped in a broken voice, letting her head fall back.

"Think you're ready for more?" He asked, caressing her smooth upper thighs and squeezing them possessively.

"Mhmm," she hummed playfully, her thighs coming together around his head. He chuckled and kissed both of them, leaving dark hickies and playful bites along her flesh.

Satisfied with his work, he stood to his feet and took hold of the strap wrapped around her waist and rolled her over onto her stomach. Leaning over her, he reached across the bed for a pillow. He lifted her hips and stuffed the pillow beneath her. "Is that comfortable?"

"Yes," she mumbled into the mattress. She then heard him walk around the bed and look through one of the side tables again. Shortly thereafter, he came back around and began to strap something around her ankles. She then heard a metal clank as he twisted something between her legs.

"This is a spreader bar. I think you can imagine what it's for," he said with a smirk. Her ass wriggled in the air in response, and without another thought, he gave her a firm spank across it, causing her to moan.

She heard some rustling sounds behind her and took a guess as to it was Lucifer undressing as she heard his clothes hit the floor.

"You are so good at being patient for me... Do you think you're ready for your reward?" He mused to her, his warm hand caressing the area that he spanked.

"Mhmm," she hummed in reply.

"Speak up," he ordered.

"Yes, I'm ready," she said with her head turned. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely..." he purred. Kneeling down behind her, he took his place to rub his cock against her spread pussy. He was still so hard for her. It was difficult to maintain his composure up until this point. She whimpered and squirmed, delighting him in how desperate she was. He continued to just slide his cock through her folds, teasing her clit and, well, himself too.

"Do you want this?" He asked mockingly, tapping the head against her clit.

"Yes! Yes please I need your cock inside me," she whined. He felt more of her slick start to run over his hand and cock.

His thoughts were rampant of how perfectly pliant and desperate she was. He took a moment to look over her body, how the straps contrasted with her skin and pressed deliciously into her soft, plush flesh. He observed how she looked bent over in front of him, her ass and cunt just perfectly displayed for his viewing pleasure alone. Silently, he thanked whoever sent him this wonderful human, because he wasn't about to let her go.

Ever.

The Avatar sank forward and pushed his leaking tip into her cunt, instantly feeling the satisfaction of being inside something so warm and wet. His hands gripped her hips tightly, trying to keep himself together as he sank deeper and heard her beautiful cries of pleasure.

"Lucifer!"

Her whole body flexed and writhed, with little slack to let her move the way she wanted to. The walls of her pussy clenched hard around his length, causing him to gasp and tense up too. She, this little human, this little woman who made herself at home in his heart, was the embodiment of sin and his love, all wrapped up in one.

"That's it. You took me so well," he groaned as he finally fit all the way in. The head of his cock pushed up against her cervix and throbbed against her tightness.

She whined and flexed hard again. "Please."

"Please, what, darling?" He cooed, running his hands up her back.

"Please... take me," she finally replied after waiting a few beats.

"Gladly," he murmured with a smirk, his hands coming back to rest on her hips.

He drew back slowly, his cock running over her sweet spots and causing her to writhe as much as she could against his body and the mattress. When his tip just nudged the inside of her entrance, he thrusted in gently but a little faster.

She cried in ecstasy as white sparks flew across her vision. "Ooooh!"

Using this move a few more times, he had her absolutely on the very precipice of her orgasm. She felt the burn within her core as her fiery desire ignited.

"I'm close, Luci, please," she whimpered out to him, attempting to wriggle her hips in his hands.

"Use your words, what do you want?" He mocked her only slightly.

"I wanna cum... on your cock," she rasped.

"You'll cum when I tell you to, pet," he snapped, smacking her ass on the word "I."

"Ah!" She yelped, writhing again. He pulled out completely and replaced his cock with just one of his fingers. She whimpered at the loss of his thickness filling her. It was an easy glide in, and he gently rocked the digit in and out of her pussy.

"What's wrong? Is this not enough for you?" He asked her in faux concern with a wicked smile. The webbed sticky slick on his hand made him groan internally.

"Lucifer..." she whined in a low pitch.

"I'm here, precious. Answer my question: Is my finger not enough?" He purred darkly.

"Noo..." she groaned again.

He added another, fucking her with his middle and ring fingers.

"How about this? Is this enough?" He asked again, his other hand rubbing her hip.

"Lucifer, please," she growled in frustration.

"So greedy, aren't you? Tell me you need my cock, darling," he ordered, slowing his words for emphasis at the end.

"I need your cock, Lucifer," she repeated. He curled his fingers and stroked her g-spot.

"Say that my cock is the only one that can satisfy you."

"Your cock... is the one one that satisfy me," she repeated again, sounding more desperate with every syllable.

"Very good pet," he praised her, pulling his hand away and leaving her empty again. He backed away at first and leaned down to kiss her back and around the top parts of her ass, caressing her as he moved.

When he was done, he took his place once more, kneeling behind her. He held his throbbing cock in his hand, dancing on the edge himself. Without warning, he slid all the way into her cunt and let his hips become flush with her ass. It knocked the wind out of her and left her gasping.

"Now, I want you to cum on my cock," he growled. With inhuman strength and speed, he grabbed onto one of the straps around her back and pulled her up so that she was no longer laying against the mattress, but now hovering above it, perpendicular to the demon. He began pounding into her, keeping his hold and meeting her ass with his hips for every recoil, to rail her that much harder.

It took only moments for her to be screaming his name in ecstasy, her body quivering with its release. Her walls gripped him like a vice again, fluttering and convulsing around his cock. She felt nothing but pleasure in that moment, totally lost in a sea of bliss. But her mind still stayed afloat as she called out to him.

"Please! Cum inside me! I need it," she whined so lewdly. He almost started to look shocked, but that quickly fell into a look of devilish pride and lust at her plea.

"You need my cum inside you? Are you just a little slut for me to spill into?" He sneered at her. She only shook harder at his words, becoming more lost in the moment.

"Yes! Please just do it, I'm begging. Want to feel full," she slurred.

Fuck. Perfection, he thought.

"Oh, I'll fill you up, pumpkin," he replied with a devilish smile on his face. "Ready?"

"I'm ready! Pleeeeeeease!" She whined back to him. He groaned and fucked her that much harder, just slamming his hips into her and ramming his cock against her poor cervix.

At that moment, she was literally sobbing incoherently with tears of euphoria teaming down her face as she orgasmed once more, the hardest she'd ever felt on her life. He pulled on her straps to bring her back flush to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder. His release followed seconds later, and he huffed into her neck while he kept her in a tight hold. Her release kept her twitching and moaning, which only served to make him cum that much harder as he spilled spurt after spurt of his warm seed deep inside her. It was already spilling out around him, but he held on as they writhed against one another.

It was only when she was suddenly silent and her body felt more like a ragdoll that he finally laid her gently against the mattress, following himself to wrap around her back as he kept his cock snug inside her, unwilling to part just yet.

"Lucifer," she mumbled.

"Yes?" He panted in her ear.

"Wisteria."

"What do you need?"

"I'd like to get out of these... it's too much," she whispered.

"Of course. Let me get you out," he murmured and kissed her ear.

Quickly and expertly, within a minute, she was out of her bindings and sitting up on the edge of the bed while Lucifer placed everything back. Finished, he turned to face her.

"Better? Doing okay?" He asked, caressing her cheek.

"Better," she affirmed. "Come here," she then beckoned, reaching up to him. He gently knelt down and followed her guided movements to lie down on the bed with her, lying on their sides together. His hands swept through her hair, kissing her softly.

"Thank you," she murmured to him, looking up at him adoringly. "That was... amazing."

"Your enjoyment and the way you're looking at me now is more than enough thanks," he cooed with a small smile.

"Can I... do something?" She asked a bit timidly.

"What is it, pumpkin?"

"Can I take... control?"

Lucifer looked only surprised for a moment. In the next, he looked her over.

"Do you think you can handle that?" He asked sincerely and to tease her.

Altaira suddenly swung herself over, pulling him with her to push him on his back, straddling his muscular thighs.

"At least let me try," she replied softly. He merely smirked and resigned himself to whatever she wanted.

"Go on, Master," he answered.

She grinned and grabbed his hands that had naturally fallen into her hips. The human woman then placed his hands back against the mattress.

"Don't move unless I tell you to," she ordered without using their pact. The Avatar of Pride laid there obediently.

Looking around first, she began situating herself, hovering over his cock with her hands pressed into his toned chest.

"How did it feel to finally fuck me? To make me yours?" She asked with a husky tone to her sweet voice.

"Like a moth to a flame. Drawn to and longing for, but I could lose myself in you so easily," he replied. "Now that I've had a taste, I'd let the world crumble beneath us before I let someone else have you."

She then sank down onto his cock, slowly. Agonizingly slow.

"Mm, that's the right answer," she murmured with a small smile. With a pace just as slow as when she was sinking down on his length, she began to rock her hips back and forth as she rode him. He hummed in content in return, clearly enjoying the show while he watched her on top of him.

His hands started to reach for her, but she quickly grabbed his wrists and threw them back against the mattress to pin them down next to his head. "I said don't move," she reminded him with a smirk.

He looked back at her with a smirk on his own lips, but the lust in his eyes betrayed him. "Yes, Master," he purred.

She then continued to ride him, increasing the pace to her liking as his cock rubbed against her sweet spots. "You're gonna be good for me, aren't you?" She asked teasingly.

"Mhm," he hummed, watching her in fascination.

She let go of one of his wrists and gently grasped his neck. "Use your words," she ordered.

"I'm yours, I'll be good for you," he groaned, feeling her tighten down on his cock. He fought to keep his hips still, but once she was gripping his length so tightly with her soft, wet walls, he was losing the battle. His hips just barely tipped upward, cueing her to what he wanted.

"You want to fuck me so bad, don't you?" She asked with false concern, her eyes glittering with pride and lust. When he didn't answer, she gently choked him. "Answer me."

"Yes," he rasped. "Please, let me fuck you."

"Make it feel good for me," she commanded, releasing her hold and taking his hands to lay on her hips. "Fuck your master."

He quickly pulled on her shoulders to bring her down flush with him, and then his hands came back to her hips. Adjusting his angle, he tilted his hips up and brought his knees up to dig his heels into the bed. Unwilling to wait a moment more, he thrusted into her roughly, her moans starting to bounce with her. He kept one hand on her hip, and the other came up to brush his fingers through her hair. Keeping his hand on the back of her head, he fucked her relentlessly. He was rewarded with cries and sobs of "Yes!" and "Harder!" To which, of course, he obliged.

She looked up at the demon with teary eyes and finally lurched forward to kiss him passionately, with equal reciprocation from him. He swallowed her cries, and she took his moans and pants. Her inner coils began to break, feeling a deeply-rooted sensation build within her.

"Lucifer," she rasped as she white-knuckled the pillows beneath him.

"Let go, just let go," he encouraged her. "Cum for me, Master."

And she did. With a short scream, she squirted all over his cock, trembling in his grasp. It was enough to send him over the edge, too. A growl vibrated in his chest as he tried to fuck her through, but when she cried, "Cum inside me," for the second time that night, he wasn't going to deny her. His hips stuttered as he released inside her, pumping her full of him, again. But he continued thrusting into her until her whole body was shaking from overstimulation. He then eased his pace to a slow and gentle thrusting of his hips.

"Was that good?" He asked, his lips brushing her cheek as he nuzzled her temple.

"Yes," she panted. "You did well."

And the pair fucked long into the night, switching control between the two like it was their hundredth time doing this. There was an ease to pleasuring one another. Of course, there were moments where they just basked in one another's bare essence, curled up together and talking for hours at a time. Lucifer was in awe of her, how she was eager to please and experiment with him. Altaira was equally fascinated by him, how easily he took everything they did, even when something didn't quite work for whatever reason, he found a way to work around and keep the scene going.

For these two, it was their own slice of sexual paradise.

Mammon woke up suddenly, having scared himself awake with his own snoring. He looked around, hoping no one had seen that. The second born had found a spot across the street, sat up on the ground against the outer wall of an old bowling alley that had long since left that building.

As luck would have it, he blearily looked up to see Altaira finally exiting the club. He looked at the time, surprised to see it was so late in the morning, but he was even more surprised to see his older brother walking out behind her. The pair walked over to the demon's car, and chivalrously, the Avatar of Pride opened the passenger door for her. Before sliding in, he kissed her temple and held her hand as she lowered herself in.

Mammon watched with an ache in his heart as the two drove away. At least she was safe, he told himself. He knew Lucifer would never do anything to hurt her.

The Avatar of Greed just wished it had been him instead.

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Alan Sharpe X AFAB! Reader.

Sooooo Lottie has a new slasher OC and I fucking love him. So I wrote him a drabble! Here we fucking go! Hope you all enjoy but hope @lucifers-horror-harem enjoys it the most obvi.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1k. Alan Shapre X AFAB! Reader. Warnings. Domesticness. Teasing. Mild Dirty Talk. Manhandling. Light Choking. Lingerie. Dom/Sub Dynamics. Playing Dumb. Rope Play. Punishment Play. Daddy Kink. Sex Toys. Makeshift Gag. Begging. Edging. Orgasm Denial. Mocking. Condecending.

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Should Have.

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You shouldn’t have teased him so much. I mean he was raring to go on an average day, let alone a day like this where you tease him so relentlessly.

He came home to find you baking, looking so sweet, the picture perfect image of domesticity as you pushed the metal cookie cutter into the rolled out dough.

It was a joy to see.

One might think you would be wearing a sweet little dress, playing Susie homemaker but no, you weren’t wearing much of anything. Heels and thigh high stockings, a garterbelt too. And he would be tempted to say a matching bra and panty set but the undergarments were made of this black sheer material that left nearly nothing to the imagination were it not for the delicate floral embroidery placed just so to hide your nipples and you surely dripping slit from view.

You acted as if nothing was wrong as you looked at him standing in the doorway, greeting him as sweetly as always. His eyes roamed over the expanses of your exposed flesh as he returned your greeting, “Hey yourself sweetheart.”

You were smiling so much, humming a little, swaying a bit as you finished your task and took the loaded tray of the first batch of cookies to the oven, opening the door and bending over at the waist to slide the tray in and you knew the view you were giving him was nothing short of obscene.

So you ended up not putting the cookies in the oven. He was on you too fast. He took the tray and put it on the stove top. The oven door was closed and he was pulling you away from the still pre-heated oven and you were bent over the marble topped kitchen island, he was pressed to you and you could feel how hard he was against your ass, his chest to your back as he whispered in your ear, “What are you doing, princess?”

You were getting just the reaction you wanted so far from him. Pushing back onto him, a grind of your ass and an arch of your back as you played dumb, “I dunno what you mean, Daddy. I’m not doing anything, just baking cookies for you.”

And then his hand was on your throat, gripping it hard from behind and that made your eyes want to roll back as he growled your name in your ear as a warning, fuck you really got to him tonight for him to do this so quickly.

So this is how you got into your current predicament. He gave you an out, another chance to admit you knew just what you were doing but you took that opportunity to tease him further and so you ended up on that same kitchen island. He ordered you to stay still and you knew better than to disobey from the tone he took. He has his back to you, in one of the kitchen drawers and he told you, not asked, told you to remove your panties. You did so. Heels meeting the counter top and you arched your hips, sliding the damp fabric down your thighs and soon your ass was back on the cool surface, you slipped them the rest of the way off and the underwear was about to be tossed to the side when he said, “Hold onto them.”

You listened.

He came back to face you with rope. You didn’t know he kept rope in the kitchen. Hadn’t come across it but the place was huge, you hadn’t searched every inch of the place, even if you had he might have hid it just for this purpose. To surprise you and have it at the ready just when he needed it.

You were tied down, splayed and spread eagle, the ends of the ropes around your ankles and wrists tied to the handles on the cabinet doors. He left you there for a few minutes and when he came back he had his hands behind his back, he told you. “Close your eyes.” And you of course listened again, the tone he took told you anything else wasn’t an option available to you.

You heard it briefly before you felt it. One of those vibrators he loved to use was clicked on and pressed to you and it caused you tense immediately with a moan. From how he was acting this was supposed to be a punishment for you being a tease but so far it didn’t feel like it.

And you changed your tune pretty quickly.

He edged you once and twice and five times and then ten and when you couldn’t stop the litany of begging and pleading from spilling forth he ordered you to shove your soaked panties into your own mouth and you did so with shaking fingers. This wasn’t the first time you tasted yourself and it wouldn’t be the last for sure.

Around the twelfth edge you were shaking, hands balled into fists, tugging on the ropes, sweating and unable to stop shaking, leaking juices over the counter top, mumbling and moaning around the soiled and soft fabric on your tongue. You were trying to beg him, he’d allow you to open your eyes, to see what he was doing, to be confronted visually with what he was doing to you, to make it worse, add to it, and you tried to communicate to him through that, pleading with your eyes.

He looked absurdly good, jacket off, sleeved rolled up exposing his forearms, a few buttons undone, one of his strong hands on your thigh as his other one was holding the vibe between your trembling legs as he pulled yet another edge from you.

“You getting tired hon?” You nodded, were getting so frustrated you could feel yourself reaching the point of tears, a weak nod and he then said oh so condescending “Awe. Well I’m sorry but you should have thought of that before teasing me, huh?”

Yeah.

You really should have.

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Blue Christmas

The holidays got me feeling down so I threw together a little something.

CW: Altaira is afab oc, uses she/her pronouns. Talks about some family issues/dysfunction, depression around the holidays. Reference to having sex at the end.

Pairing: Diavolo x oc! Altaira (established romantic relationship)

Characters: Altaira, Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer, mention brothers.

Themes: Romance, holidays, depression, family, found family

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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"Yes... Yes, this is perfect! I finally found the perfect gift for Altaira, wouldn't you agree?" Diavolo admired his work aloud, turning his head to look at Barbatos for approval.

They stood in the greater living room where the Christmas tree was, grand and tall, the topper nearly scraping the ceiling. It was decorated in the royal color palette, red, black, and gold galore. Beautiful garlands encircled the tree, spiraling down around the delicate ornaments adorning the branches. Beneath the tree were mountainous piles of presents, nearly reaching halfway up the tree.

Barbatos cocked his head. "My lord? You used the singular "gift"... You bought precisely seventy-nine for her?"

"Isn't it wonderful?! Her first Christmas as my partner! I had to surpass any and all expectations, of course. Oh, she'll be so pleased," Diavolo beamed.

"I see. And... what did you tell her that you wanted for Christmas?" Barbatos inquired, tweaking the branches on the palace Christmas tree.

"I'm going to assume you're not shopping last minute for me by asking, so I'll tell the truth: Nothing."

"Nothing? My lord?" Barbatos cocked his head again.

"Yes! I simply want to see the joy on her face as she opens every single one. I can't be distracted! Plus, anything I ever want, I already have or can get easily. This year... I just want her," Diavolo replied with a softened smile as he thought fondly of Altaira.

"I'm here, Diavolo. Let's make this quick, I have six brothers and a lone human they all feel frisky for at home to get back to," Lucifer groaned as he walked in. "Today, Mammon and Satan– hell's bell's, what is this? Please tell me..."

"It's all for Altaira!" Diavolo gestured excitedly, his smile gleaming and tone jovial.

Lucifer frowned and folded his arms. The Demon Lord immediately lost his grin and folded his arms as well, seeing the look on his friend's face.

"Speak your mind, Lucifer," Diavolo commanded.

"...Have you ever asked Altaira how she feels about the holidays?" Lucifer asked.

"I imagine she loves them much like other humans, and we do as well," Diavolo answered, a bit naively.

Lucifer sighed. "I recommend you have a lengthy conversation about that the next time you see her... preferably before you give her all of... that," he gestured vaguely toward the mountains of presents.

"She's never expressed discomfort in it before," Diavolo replied in defense.

"Sure, but she's polite to a fault," Lucifer answered.

"How do you mean?"

"Altaira knows how much you love parties and celebrating... But you and I both know she's more of an introvert and prefers to be alone in her rooms," Lucifer explained. "She's not going to deny you a holiday party."

Diavolo stewed on this, unable to deny what his friend said. "She's never told me otherwise. Has she told you?"

Lucifer smirked. "From a person in a dysfunctional family to another, she and I have an understanding. And yes, we've talked about it. But it's better if she explained it to you directly."

He began to walk away from the royals and back to the House of Lamentation.

Diavolo stared at the Christmas presents he'd bought for her, all wrapped in the finest papers and bows. Black and rose gold they were, her royal color cast with glittering embellishments and designs.

Surely she loves Christmas... doesn't she?

"Hi honey," Altaira murmured as Diavolo brushed up against her, leering over her shoulder to see what she was doing. He watched as she signed some documents as her half of the royal decrees were being made for the new year at her desk in her personal office in the palace.

"That can wait until after the holiday, my love," he murmured, observing her.

"It's fine, I don't mind working," she answered.

Diavolo chuckled. "Aren't we a pair: One of us who avoids work and the other who actively seeks it," he commented in reply. She didn't say anything else, so he continued, "Is there a reason you're working?"

Altaira went silent as she pondered his question.

"The holidays aren't my favorite time of year," she answered simply. "It's easier to work and be occupied than to sit around and think about it."

He slipped his arm around her waist, pulling himself closer, his torso pressed to her flank, his head bowed low to talk to her.

"Can I be so privileged as to know why?" He asked softly.

She put her pen down and gave it some thought.

"The holidays wear on me after a while. It's exciting at first, getting everyone gifts and sharing joy... but the closer we get, the more stressful it is. Do I have a gift for everyone? Do I need to wrap or buy a gift bag? Is this enough? What are we eating? Who's hosting? And then there's the back and forth, the arguing, the miscommunication, the fights," She explained. "It's... a lot."

Diavolo nodded along, understanding her concerns. He waited until she was done.

"I hear you... It is a lot," he answered. "And I know that you tend to be hard on yourself. You raise your expectations and feel disappointed when they're not met. As far as the rest goes..." Diavolo chuckled and put his other hand on her shoulder. "That's what you do with the people you love. You fight, talk, argue, and so on because you want them around you. If you didn't talk at all... Well, would you even call them your family?"

Altaira sighed and looked to the side. "Well... Yes. I do. A good portion of my family I don't talk to because it's just easier than fighting with them."

The prince sat with this information for a moment, getting more to the root of her holiday blues.

"Since I don't have much family around, and I don't have your lived experiences, I don't know if I can speak much on that... But I hope that doesn't turn out to be the case with your family here," he finally replied.

"Darling, I–" Altaira quickly turned to face him, craning her neck back to look up at him. "I could never, and you know why? Because you're my chosen family. You and everyone else here I chose to call my own. I don't speak to my family to keep the peace. I think if I chose to stop talking to any of you, it'd start the next Unholy Wars." Diavolo smirked, and she relaxed. "My love, no matter how agitated or irate I get, I love you so much. I can't imagine my life without you."

"I understand, and I appreciate your words of affirmation. I just hope maybe someday... things can change for you. I just want you to be happy. But I don't wish to patronize you," he replied with a gentle smile. "However, knowing all of this begs the question... Do you wish to not celebrate Christmas?"

Altaira sighed. "No, honey, I do want to celebrate it. As grinchy as I can be about the whole thing, I come to enjoy parts of it. Like being with you," she answered.

He smiled wider. "We can do that."

"I don't mind doing our parties and whatnot... don't cancel them on my accord. Just make sure I have a glass in my hand and food in the other."

"I can make that happen."

"I did go ahead and get you something," she added with an ornery grin.

His brow went up. "May I know what it is?"

"Me, with a side of Demonus and some alone time in your room," she purred softly.

Immediately, his golden eyes were alight with lust and excitement. "Is that right? I can think of no greater gift, my treasure," he answered with a soft voice filled with trepidation. He paused. "Maybe one."

It was her turn to raise a brow.

"Let me put my ring on that finger, and that'll be the greatest gift I'll ever receive," he added. Altaira chuckled and patted his chest.

"We'll see," she replied as she walked away from her desk.

Diavolo followed her out and eyed the Christmas tree as they walked by the greater living room, spying the little rose gold box sitting between some of the branches up high and out of her line of sight.

"Yes, we will."

Thanks for reading <3

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A Trip Behind The Veil

Happy birthday, Diavolo! I came up with this fic literally four days ago. This was a way for me to heal from my loss last week, and a love letter to my sweet rabbit.

CW: Altaira is AFAB, uses she/her pronouns. Suggestive material but no explicit smut. Pet death. Suggested violence.

Pairing: Diavolo x f! oc! Atlaira (engaged), Lucifer x Altaira (vague, implied)

Themes: Romance. Pet death. Fluff.

Characters: Altaira, Diavolo, Lucifer, Barbatos, Viola (rabbit)

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Enjoy!

Lights were flashing, drinks were had, conversations interrupted, kisses and numbers exchanged. Demons and creatures alike shot their chance with that special someone. Some successful, some left heartbroken. It was the party of the year, the biggest night in the Devildom. The Prince's birthday was one that was always celebrated on the grandest scale. Parties happened all over the city, with the largest being at the Demon Lord's castle itself.

Altaira sat at the head table, watching as the partying people continued the fun of the night, drinking and laughing to their heart's content. Her head rested on her hand as she leaned on the armrest of her chair. Eyes glazed over with boredom and deep thinking, she was less than thrilled to still be up at the hour before midnight.

"Might the young lady like a dance?" Lucifer purred in her ear. She blinked slowly and didn't bother to look away from the fixated point across the ballroom she held her gaze on: her betrothed. The prince himself.

"No, she wouldn't like one. She'd like to go to bed," she answered roughly.

Lucifer merely chuckled, her answer was as he expected. "Well, many of the youngest demons in the Devildom are asleep by now," he replied smoothly, poking fun at her.

"Good for them, glad they can sleep in their nice quiet homes," she said bitterly.

Lucifer finally took the seat next to hers, that belonging to the prince. "What's troubling the princess this time?" He asked, leaning on his elbow that rested on the table in front of them as he looked at her.

Altaira rolled her eyes. "Nothing. Don't you have a witch to seduce?"

"The only one worth seducing is a touch cranky because it's her bedtime," he cooed with a smirk.

"Let me be your eight-ball: Ask again later," she mouthed off, finally getting to her feet slowly. "Better yet, don't count on it."

Lucifer sighed but held his smirk. If her replies seemed harsher with him than anyone else, it's because she knew her brutal honesty was safe with him, and she only chose to act out with very few people. He didn't take it to heart, as it was a way for him to understand her and her needs better.

Diavolo had been chatting with some of the Devildom's elite for quite some time, and his head only finally tilted up when he felt her move. No, not physically felt her, but when her soul moved, it was like ripples across his skin, like he needed to head that same direction. The moment she stood, his eyes flickered to her as he watched her mouth something to Lucifer with a glare as she walked away. When her darkened eyes found his golden ones, he could see the tiredness within them.

Altaira glared at Diavolo for a few moments before walking out of the ballroom and heading toward the doors for the palace gardens. The prince finished his conversations with his acquaintances in time for Lucifer to reappear at his side.

"She's upset," Diavolo murmured.

"Irascible," Lucifer replied. "Upset was when you promised the party would be over by ten and you only just got started thanking guests for coming at that time."

"She knows how these parties work," Diavolo stated.

"And she's still a human, a delicate one at that, but don't tell her I called her that," Lucifer answered. "But I do think there's more going on than just the party. She said no to my advances for the night."

Diavolo huffed and folded his arms, scanning the crowd. "Did you think she'd say yes to get back at me?"

"A demon can hope," Lucifer said with a fangy grin.

"Did she ask about the witch again?" Diavolo asked, nudging back at him with his own smirk.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "She'll never let it go. That witch is lucky to still have one functioning eye after what Altaira did to her."

"Maybe you shouldn't be caught with a witch on your arm when you're involved with one of the most powerful women in the three worlds who happens to have an intense jealous streak," the prince retorted.

"I've already explained myself a thousand times over, I'm not doing it again," Lucifer huffed. After a moment, he sighed. "No, I just wanted to see if I could make her feel better. I think there's a lot on her plate." The Avatar then patted Diavolo's shoulder. "I'm off. Good night. I have brothers to see to that they go to bed."

Diavolo nodded and took one last glance around the ballroom, a final sweep before he could get caught up with another nobledemon or someone who wanted something from him. Then, he slipped out back to find his way to the palace gardens.

It didn't take long to find who he was looking for, sitting at the edge of the gardens staring out into the open landscape below the full moon hanging like a chandelier in the sky. He walked the path toward her slowly, taking the time to observe her in these moments where she was alone. She was sitting on the ornate bench, legs pulled up beneath her, the moonlight casting onto her shiny face.

She always enjoyed the moonlight, saying that the moonlight was never too bright, even down here in the Devildom. "The sun is a constant reminder to shed light on all my problems, making sure to let everyone see them. The moon is dimmer, a gentle awakening to the soul that reminds us work done in the dark is still work," Diavolo remembered her saying.

"I'll come back," Altaira called out, just as he had barely come close enough to her. He smirked as he forgot she could hear exceptionally well.

"No, no, I just came to check on the gardens," Diavolo replied, coming closer and walking around to look at the roses behind bench.

"The gardens?" Altaira asked in disbelief, followed by an eyeroll.

"Well, as much as I love you, I can't cover for you if you were to set Barbatos' roses on fire because you were upset about the party," he answered teasingly.

"... Right," she replied dryly, seemingly not finding his attempt at a joke to be funny.

"My little deliciae, what's troubling you? You were withdrawn long before the party, so tell me what it is so that I may fix it?" He asked, coming around to squat down next to the bench, his hands on the armrest as he watched his betrothed again.

Altaira was silent.

"Is it because of last week?" He pressed a little, his tone gentle and sensitive.

"I'm fine," she tried to insist, albeit her tone was a touch sharp for someone who was purportedly fine.

Diavolo became quiet as well, knowing not to push further. He looked up to the moon for a moment before looking back at her. He appreciated her softened gaze, though there were still layers of hurt and reservations in her expression.

"It's still my birthday," he finally stated. "Which means I have more liberties than usual."

She immediately raised a brow and slightly turned her head, still keeping her gaze away from his vicinity.

"What do you want?" She asked with a sigh.

Diavolo came to his full height again and walked around to stand before her, his hand held out for her. "I have something to give you."

Altaira raised a delicate brow and finally settled her sights on Diavolo. "But it's your birthday, like you said. Shouldn't I be giving you something?"

He chuckled. "Deliciae, you give me everything by existing at the same period of time as me. You gave me more than I deserved when you said yes to be my bride." She finally took his hand and stood. "But tonight, there's something special I put together that I think you'll appreciate, at least."

She bowed her head in agreement, allowing him to lead her out of the gardens and down the landscape she had been gazing at, following the treeline that separated the palace grounds from the forest. The walk was a couple of minutes, venturing into a part of the area she'd never trod on.

"Here we are," Diavolo said softly, rounding around some trees, walking into the forest to find a clearing with a lake in the center, one so placid it looked like glass. "We try to lower our voices here out of respect."

"What is this?"

"Allow me to explain," he said, walking her around the clearing to gain a full view of the area as he spoke. "This night is not special just because it was the night I was brought into this world. As you know, All Hallows Eve, a longstanding occasion far more special than my birth, is the night when the veil between the spiritual world and our three worlds is the thinnest. It's a time we honor those who have passed, ward ourselves from malevolence, and, of course, celebrate our own lives." He stopped where the bank around the pond naturally sloped into the water. "This is Velum, our connector between the Devildom and the spiritual world."

"That's... amazing," she murmured to him, looping her arm with his. She looked at the pond and then back up around them. "I take it no one is really allowed to be here."

"Not necessarily. We let demons occasionally use this pond. Solomon himself has been here. But yes, it is a special privilege to be here."

Diavolo looked down at his beloved, watching as she analyzed the situation and satiated her own curiosities as she leaned over at her hip to look down into the pond, with his arm snaking around her waist to steady her. All she saw was her own reflection, the depth too far for her to see the bottom.

"So why are we here? Is this what you're giving me?" She asked next, her curiosity finally peaking through like he had hoped.

He chuckled and shook his head slightly. "Well, partly, yes. I know last week was a hard week for you, and my gift to you is the opportunity to change how you feel about this time of year."

"I-I'm fine," she tried to insist. "This time of year is lovely, I love Halloween, and I love you. You being brought into this world is a gift to me more than anyone else."

Diavolo gave a low-pitched "Mmm," a mix of a growl and a purr, and kissed her temple. "Thank you, deliciae. But I know how hard it is to lose a loved one, and this is an opportunity to remedy your melancholy, maybe just a little."

He then gently pulled her away from the embankment, keeping his arm, now tighter, around her waist.

"There is an illusion barrier set up to protect us and the spirits. It keeps them tethered to this region, and it keeps wandering creatures from knowing what this place is or being scared by it. When I take it down, I want you to remain quiet. The spirits spook easily too," he murmured to her, ducking his head down to gaze at her. When she nodded in agreement, he kissed her forehead and stood straight again.

With a wave of his hand like a conductor, the demon prince began taking down the barrier, runes appearing in the air as they glittered with life. The runes fell to circle the embankment around the pond, and when the circle was complete, light rushed upward like spotlights toward the Devildom sky. In a few moments, it was over as the light died, and the runes simmered down to a shimmering dull glow.

Altaira blinked a few times to recover from the bright lights, and all at once, they were surrounded by spirits as they wandered the area. She flinched only slightly, but she made not a sound.

The prince leaned down and murmured in her ear, "I know you are one who Sees, but now is your opportunity to actually communicate back."

She nodded and began to look around. No one in particular caught her eye as demons and humans walked around her. They were varying shades of gray, mint, and aquamarine, hyperealistic to how they looked to when they were alive. It wasn't until she felt a nudge on the back of her ankle that she looked down to see a special someone trying to get her attention.

"Oh, Viola!" She whispered, kneeling to the ground as Diavolo released his hold on her. A chunky gray Dutch rabbit sat at her feet, eagerly waiting for her owner's affections. The rabbit bowed her head and hunkered down, allowing her dear friend to pet her head and ears back, occasionally rubbing her nose.

"Oh sweet girl... I missed you so much," Altaira murmured, laying down in the grass on her side. The rabbit hopped over slightly to sit in front of the woman's face as they continued their greetings. Tears ran over her cheeks as she petted her beloved companion, cooing her words of love and adoration.

Diavolo took a few steps back and watched, giving his betrothed some space to reconnect with her companion's spirit.

"I'm so sorry, baby... I miss you so much. I hope you understand... I just didn't want you to suffer anymore," Altaira explained. "I know it's been a couple of years, but... it still hurts to not see you. I love you..."

I love you too.

She picked her head up and looked at the rabbit who seemed content with her caresses. When Altaira stopped, the rabbit lifted her head up, ears forward, and watched her owner. A little smile appeared on the woman's face as she realized she had indeed heard what she thought she did. Altaira then began to tell her dear rabbit everything that had happened over the last year, like nothing had ever changed.

"And that's Diavolo, the ruler of this land, and he's going to be my husband," she explained, pointing her thumb behind her. "He brought me here as an exchange student and... well... he won't let me leave," she added with a chuckle.

The prince gave a soft half-smile as he folded his arms and watched the two. Spirits of all kinds walked around, and he observed them as well, watching for signs of issues. He let Altaira and her bunny visit for a good hour, and when she was just laying there in the grass, petting her companion, he finally approached.

"Would you like to say hi?" Altaira asked her rabbit.

She pulled her hand away as Diavolo sat on the grass beside her. Viola licked Altaira's nose before hopping to Diavolo, sniffing his knee and bumping her nose into him. She rubbed her chin across his trousers, and Altaira smiled.

"She likes you."

"Animals and I do tend to get along quite well..." Diavolo murmured as he caressed the rabbit. He started to pick her up before Viola grunted and stomped on the ground.

Altaira put her hand over her mouth to keep her laughter quiet. "Viola is an independent bunny and doesn't like to be manhandled," she told Diavolo with a chuckle.

"Sounds like someone else I know. I apologize, Miss Viola, for disregarding your boundaries," he mumbled with a smirk, petting her ears back again.

Altaira gazed at the scene, something she never thought she'd see: her two loves meeting like this. A few traitorous tears slipped down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped them away.

A couple of hours went by as Altaira and diavolo chatted about anything and everything: plans for the holidays, who he spoke to at the party, and meetings next week. It warmed her heart to feel like a little family for just a little bit while they played with Viola. It did the same for Diavolo's, but much more as he saw his bride a little brighter.

Before long, spirits one by one began to walk back into Velum, disappearing again into the spiritual world. The Veil was beginning to wax again, a curtain close to a magical evening. Diavolo put his hand on her shoulders.

"It's time for us to go to bed," he murmured. She sighed and nodded, knowing what he actually meant.

One last time, she kissed the top of Viola's head, just like the day she said goodbye. A few more tears slipped out and the rabbit began giving her kisses on the nose. Altaira chuckled.

"Good girl. I love you... I love you so much, baby girl... Be good, okay? I'll see you again," she whispered.

With that, the rabbit turned and hopped back to the pond, slowly disappearing with the other spectrals too.

Altaira sat up and wiped her tears, and Diavolo pulled her into his arms as he kissed her forehead. "I know it's hard, but... I wanted you to get to see her again." He pulled back slightly and lifted her chin to look at him. "She told me how much of a good owner you were. And that she loves you too."

"Thank you," she murmured tearfully. "This is the best gift I've received in a long time..."

Diavolo chuckled and sighed, pulling her back in to rest her head on his chest. "Seeing you smile and look so happy is my truest source of joy, and no gift can ever top the feeling I get knowing I was the cause of your smile."

The prince helped her to her feet as they both stood. He pulled her into his side again as he began waving his hand again, placing the illusion barrier back over the area. Altaira knew to look away from the bright lights this time as the runes shined. When it was done, Diavolo turned and swept her up into a princess carry as he began to walk back out of the woods and to the castle.

"Thank you for my gifts, my love. I had a wonderful birthday," Diavolo stated as he walked slowly.

"I know you've said before that your birthdays start to feel the same after a while... was this one different?" She asked in reply.

"Oh yes, definitely. Do you know why?" He asked with a grin, looking at her. "It is because it's the birthday we spent as an engaged couple for one. For two, I've never brought anyone to the pond myself. I've been a few times over the course of my life, but this trip was special because I had someone special with me. Three, I got to meet sweet little Viola, someone very important to my betrothed. So yes, I'd say it was very different from my previous birthdays."

Altaira nodded and looked out to the landscape they traveled across. Diavolo could tell the gears in her head were turning.

"Ever since we met, my days are no longer the same. Every day is new and shiny because you bring life and light to it. I love not knowing what mood you'll be in because it's a chance to learn something new about you or see one of your adorable expressions," he explained further and stopped in his tracks. "And as for what you're thinking, we'll take it one day at a time. Don't think about twenty or forty years from now. I want every second with you that I'm afforded, and I won't be wasting it on dreading what comes tomorrow."

Altaira nodded and leaned in with her hand on his cheek, and Diavolo did the same as they met for a sweet kiss. She jumped in his arms as fireworks sounded off above the castle, not too far away. Diavolo grinned and started walking. "I think they got tired of waiting on me and just did my birthday fireworks without me."

"What time is it?" She asked, looking up at the sky as more fireworks went off.

"Doesn't matter. I'm taking a night stroll with my fiancé. The fireworks can wait, but you, deliciae, are far too important," he answered so surely and sweetly.

As they approached the palace gardens, Barbatos was standing there with a blanket folded in his hands and a small smile on his face.

"Welcome back, my young lord and lady. Did you have a nice stroll?" Barbatos asked as Diavolo put Altaira down on her feet again. The butler wrapped the blanket around her shoulders to make sure she was bundled up.

"We did, thank you. I trust you cleared everyone out?" Diavolo asked, looking up as more fireworks exploded brilliantly in the sky.

"Most everyone. The brothers are drunk and scattered around the castle, but at least they're asleep," Barbatos answered, sounding exasperated.

"Well, let's hope they stay that way until morning. If they decide to leave, I won't hold it against them," Diavolo said with a chuckle as he grabbed his fiancé's hand again.

"And why's that?" Barbatos asked, walking behind the pair.

"Because I haven't spent enough time with my future bride today and would like to remedy that," the prince replied with another smirk, leading her to the palace.

"Shall I tell the staff to go home for the night?" Barbatos asked, pulling out his D.D.D., knowing the answer already and typing out his message as they went inside.

"Indeed. I don't want any interruptions until noon tomorrow," Diavolo stated, giggling with his betrothed and quickly walking away from Barbatos, heading down the hall toward the prince's bedroom like a couple of teenagers.

Lucifer happened to walk by as Barbatos was texting, hearing two familiar voices fading before a door slammed shut down the hall. The Avatar sighed and crossed his arms. "Well, I take it they made up."

"I believe they're doing all sorts of making up at this moment. You're welcome to sleep in the guest room as always," Barbatos replied, putting his device away and sighing at the mess waiting in the ballroom.

Just as Lucifer was going to answer, a repetitive and loud thud started coming from the hallway, and he sighed as well. "No thank you. I'll leave my brothers here, and they can deal with that. I'm going home where it's quiet," he replied, turning on his heel and walking out the front door.

A happy birthday for the prince, indeed.

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