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Summary: You were a sheep for your exchange year in the Devildom (Season 1) but during your time in the human world, the spell wore off. When Solomon brings you back to the Devildom (Season 2), everyone has a different reaction to your new body.
The Seven Demon Brothers & Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon
Featuring Luke, Raphael, Mephisto, and Thirteen
Word Count: 3,737
Characters are written in chronological order instead of the normal order!
Based on Lesson 21-1 & 21-2
Being a sheep in the Devildom wasn’t as bad as it may seem at first glance.
There’s no denying that safety was an issue. After all, you were small and somewhat defenseless if a demon tried to attack you.
But, you didn’t need to use nearly as many resources to take care of yourself. And, on top of that, it was easy to make friends when you looked so adorable and approachable.
Being a sheep also took away the social construct of beauty. There was no way anyone could judge the way you dressed or did your hair because you were simply a sheep.
So, while there was a bit of an adjustment period at first, by the end of your exchange year in the Devildom, you had grown accustomed to being a small creature.
But, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and before you knew it, it was time for you to leave the Devildom.
You were heartbroken to leave your friends - but, you weren’t even sure if they could see the tears you were shedding as a sheep.
And then with a blink of an eye, you were teleported back to the human world and that was the end of it.
Luckily, the spell wore off pretty quickly when you returned to the human world and you had your normal body back.
And whether or not that was what you wanted, you knew it was probably for the best. After all, what considerations were held for you as a sheep in the Devildom, certainly wouldn’t be held in the human world.
You could be shaved bald for your wool or get put on a farm. Or worse. There were some places where sheep was a common cuisine.
Becoming a human once again required yet another adjustment period. You had to relearn how to walk on two feet instead of four. You had to make sure you were dressed properly and that your hair was neat.
Not to mention the fact that you were starving. As a sheep, you ate such small portions. Now, you felt like you had to make up for lost time.
Everyone from the Devildom continued to stay in contact with you, of course. But, all they could hear was your voice. They couldn’t see you.
So they were none the wiser when it came to your sudden transformation. They were completely in the dark.
At least that was the case until one day, Solomon showed up to see you.
Solomon was planning a trip back to the Devildom and he was planning on taking you.
Truth be told, he missed it down there. The memories that he experienced were full of fun and endearing moments. And, he wanted to make some more.
You were typically at the center of those memories, and as such, he couldn’t imagine returning to the Devildom without you.
The two of you had stayed in touch, sending messages here and there and even calling when the time allowed it.
But, it was nothing like before - which is why Solomon decided to surprise you by showing up in person.
He used a tracking spell to find your location and continued to text you to keep up the ruse.
His eyes scanned the area for your little sheep form and he got a bit worried when he couldn’t find you. He was positive he had done the tracking spell right.
That’s when he noticed someone walking and texting - on a D.D.D.
It wasn’t like those were popular in the human world. You could only get them from the Devildom - which meant…
The realization dawned on Solomon that the spell that turned you into a sheep would have worn off by now, and he connected the dots.
He took a brief couple of moments to take in your new appearance. He felt privileged to be the first one to see you in your human form.
Then he approached you and he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips when you looked into his eyes with soft familiarity in yours.
Solomon would love to whisk you away and spend the day with you. To have some alone time with you before the others stole every second of your time.
But - he was on a mission. He came to you for a reason.
A reason that he didn’t give you much time to ponder over before teleporting the two of you back to the Devildom.
Back to your friends.
Lucifer was stunned when he watched two humans fall through the portal that had opened up in the middle of the assembly room.
He recognized Solomon right away. He wore a smile as he landed on his feet gracefully.
The one Lucifer didn’t recognize was the human who had crash-landed on top of Satan.
From his position, Lucifer could see that they were attractive, but why had Solomon brought them there?
“Whoops. Sorry, about that Y/N. I really should’ve warned you to be careful where you land,” Solomon stated and it all became clear to Lucifer.
You were the human that had stolen all of their hearts. You were the one they had been pining over and longing for since the moment you left the Devildom.
And now you were in your true form.
And your true form seemed to have an even greater effect on the eldest.
“Y/N…?! Solomon…!” were the only two words that came out of Lucifer’s mouth as he was still trying to process everything.
He was trying to hold it together. He was doing what he could to not show any weakness.
He wanted to remain as calm and composed as he normally was, but his eyes refused to listen as they were continuously drawn to you, taking in every inch of your appearance.
And when you finally smiled at him, he knew it was over for him.
“AAAAAH!! Wha…wha…WHA?! Is this really…are you really really…REALLY?!”
Levi was so overwhelmed by the situation that he wasn’t able to form real words.
He felt like his brain was racing at a hundred words a second.
He had just got his friend back - his true friend.
And he was so excited to see you again.
Except it wasn’t the you he had gotten to know over the past year.
Now, you were back in your human body and despite him mostly being excited, he couldn’t help but be intimidated.
Like Lucifer, Levi did his best to not trail his eyes over your new body and when he caught himself doing so, his cheeks turned a bright pink and he mentally scolded himself.
Levi could barely manage to not freak out in your presence when you were a sheep. How was he supposed to do that now that you were a human?
And not just any human, but an attractive one!
Levi’s overthinking could have given him a panic attack on the spot if it weren’t for the fact that he was in front of everyone else.
He just needed to keep reminding himself that you were the same person he had come to know and love.
Maybe then he would still be able to hang out with you despite the fact that your new form made his heart race and made his palms sweaty.
“Y/N, it’s YOU! It’s REALLY YOU!”
Asmo’s excitement showed more than his other brothers’ as they all processed your new form in their own way.
Asmo, for one, was soo ecstatic about the new change in your appearance.
Could you blame him? He was the Avatar of Lust and you just showed up in a new body.
When you were a sheep, you had a personality that could charm anyone, anywhere.
And now you had a body that could do the same.
Asmo’s eyes had a special glint in them as his questions filled his mind.
How smooth was your skin?
Were your lips as soft as they appeared?
Did your hair feel as healthy as it looked?
Asmo got even more excited as he realized now he would be able to do all of the beauty treatments with you and see them in full effect.
There was only so much you could do as a sheep. After all, wool was a lot different from skin.
If he’s caught staring at your new body, Asmo will be shameless about it.
It’s not like he doesn’t have a good reason to stare.
He just couldn’t wait for the student council meeting to be over so they could all take you back to the House of Lamentation.
Asmo wanted every single one of his questions answered, and he couldn’t do that in the middle of the Assembly Hall.
Well…he could, but Lucifer would probably be mad.
Mammon went through a full mood swing.
At first, he was confused because a random human just dropped into the middle of their meeting.
But when Solomon said your name, everything changed for Mammon.
He hadn’t stopped blushing since he realized that the random human was - his human.
Mammon had a hard time trying not to admit his feelings for you when you were a sheep.
But now - now you were a human.
A human that he could hug, kiss, and cuddle if you let him.
He told his mind to stop thinking such thoughts but it would respond by flooding his brain with even more thoughts and images.
He wore a smile the more he looked at you. He had missed you so much.
But, in his true, tsundere fashion, he couldn’t let you catch onto how much he missed you.
“Wait, wh…huh?!...I knew you missed me and all, but THIS is just crazy!”
Mammon thought he did a good job of remaining composed.
He believed he did a good job of hiding the fact that you being there - in this form - was making his head spin and making him weak in the knees.
But when the two of you locked eyes, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep his charade up for much longer.
You were his weakness as a sheep, now you were his kryptonite.
“Y/N…”
Satan was trying to analyze the situation.
You fell on top of him when you came out of the portal and he was completely blindsided by the contact.
So he was trying to still gather his bearings while his brothers spoke.
When he finally did manage to get back to his feet, Satan asked, “Do you want to tell me why you just appeared out of thin air and landed on my head?”
But as Satan faced you to ask that question, he took in your appearance and a small blush coated his cheeks.
Suddenly, he was happy that you landed on him. Thankful even.
He had noticed that when you landed on him, you were definitely bigger than a little sheep.
But he didn’t expect this.
He couldn’t imagine if you would have landed on one of his other brothers, especially Lucifer.
The thought alone threatened to spark his wrath.
Satan let his eyes trail down you, studying your new body as if it were a new piece of information he was learning.
And he had never been so excited to learn.
This was a subject he would happily study in depth if you allowed him to.
For now, Satan settled on helping you to your feet, your hand feeling much softer and warmer than the hoof that he was used to feeling.
And as you stood close to him, his heart skipped a beat.
He knew that everyone was going to be in deep trouble now that you had gotten your true form back.
“How about that! Y/N, it’s really you!!”
Diavolo had a boyish grin on his face as he spoke to you. He had missed you just as much as the brothers had, whether he showed it as much as they did or not.
He knew that the spell that turned you into a sheep must have worn off by now.
But, still, it was a surprise to see you in your human body.
He had to admit - you were quite the head-turner.
A twinge of fear set into Diavolo as he questioned how you ended up in the Devildom again.
“Wait, you didn’t perform some sort of unsavory ritual to cast your soul down here, did you?! You better not have!”
When you shook your head no, Diavolo let out a breath of relief, knowing that you were okay.
“I can’t believe you’re actually back here with us again!” he added, his smile returning.
Diavolo could see how good you were for his kingdom.
He could see the way you changed things for the better, and he could see how negative things were without you.
Your presence brought a light to their lives that he had been missing.
And that light shone even brighter in your real body.
Diavolo would be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been sneaking glances this entire time.
But he had to keep his composure in front of everyone.
When the two of you were alone though - and he would make sure that you had some alone time - that’s when he would let his true feelings show.
“Yes. This really is quite the happy surprise. It’s good to see you again, Y/N.”
Barbatos was as professional as ever, but you could see his eyes sparkling just a bit more than usual and his smile reaching just a little further.
Like Diavolo, Barbatos knew that the spell would have worn off by now.
But, it wasn’t something that was talked about.
It wasn’t a typical topic of conversation and because of that, it was easy to forget that the next time any of them would see you, you wouldn’t be a sheep.
Barbatos was pleasantly surprised.
He had seen your human form once before - the details of which he won’t disclose.
But, seeing you in your human body after he had gotten to know you was completely different.
It elevated his opinion of you and made him believe you really were the most attractive creature he had met.
No other human, demon, or angel had made his heart race the way you did.
Barbatos had taken a backseat during your first year in the Devildom.
He allowed you to make connections with the others first.
But, now, he was excited for his turn.
There were a lot more things he could teach you and bond with you over now that you had your human body back and he was going to take advantage of each of those things.
Belphie had been doing his best to not fall asleep in the student council meeting.
The last time he did, Lucifer caught and punished him with a whole lot of work and Belphie did not want a repeat of that.
So, he was thankful when the portal opened up, providing a necessary distraction from the boring events that were taking place.
When he saw Solomon fall through the portal, Belphie perked up a bit, curious as to what the mysterious sorcerer had planned this time.
He noticed another human had fallen on top of his older brother and bit back a chuckle at the scene.
When Solomon stated your name, Belphie’s blood ran cold as he began to process the shock.
Was that really you…in that body?!
Belphie had a hundred things to say and to ask. But, he couldn’t get a word in between everyone else, so he quietly took in everything about you.
Your voice was the same and you acted the same. It really was you.
Belphie couldn’t help but wonder if it would be more fun to cuddle you now.
He would miss the softness of your wool, but would you be warmer now? Or more comfortable to lay on top of?
Belphie was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed you being bombarded with questions of why you were there and he finally decided to speak up.
“Listen, I am curious to know why you’re here. But before we get into that, are you going to be staying for a while? Because if so, you’ll be staying at the House of Lamentation, right? Oh, but wait…I bet your room’s covered in dust…”
“No problem, Y/N can just sleep in our room.”
Like Belphie, Beel had remained silent until then.
He had been happily munching on a snack, paying the bare minimum of attention to Diavolo during the meeting as he ate.
But he hadn’t been able to take another bite since you and Solomon fell through the portal.
Was that what you looked like on a normal basis? Why didn’t you tell him?
He knew that you were a human that had been placed under a sheep transformation spell, but his imagination never could have come up with the beauty you exuded.
You were on a different level than others and he couldn’t take his eyes away from you.
He noticed his other brothers were having the same trouble looking away, and Beel suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy.
You were in your own body now and part of him wished he was the only one who was able to see it.
Well…it was okay if Belphie saw you like this too.
But, the others were looking at you with a look of lust in their eyes and Beel wanted to sweep you into his arms and keep you from them.
Which is why he jumped at the opportunity to offer his and Belphie’s room to you.
He couldn’t imagine you staying with one of his other brothers after seeing the look in their eyes.
Surely, something would happen if you did and Beel wanted to burn that imagery out of his mind.
Simeon had been in contact with the others in the Devildom and when he found out that you had returned, he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing out.
The demons weren’t the only ones who missed seeing you and talking to you.
He felt like he was missing out even more when they told him that you were back in your human form.
Simeon could only imagine what you looked like. What your hair color was, whether you were tall or short, and what kind of clothes you liked to wear?
That possibilities were driving Simeon crazy and before he knew it, he was finding some way to bring you to the Celestial Realm so that he could see you.
He was beyond happy and excited when you agreed to go, and he paced nervously by the gates as he waited for your arrival.
When the gates finally did open, revealing you and Solomon, Simeon felt his breath leave his body.
He always joked about you being an angel based on the things you did, but now you looked like one.
Simeon could write an entire book on how ethereal and stunning you were.
He did his best to remind himself that he was an angel and shouldn’t be entertaining any thoughts that the demons surely had.
But - you were the first human he had ever met that elicited those ideas from him.
He wasn’t sure how much time he had with you - but he knew that he had to make the most of it.
One of the benefits of being a bit more uncultured and younger than everyone else was that someone’s form didn’t have the same implications for him.
LUKE
Luke had heard from Simeon that you were in your human body, but he didn’t think too much of it.
It didn’t matter if you were a human, a sheep, or anything else. You were still the friend that he came to know and love and want to protect.
Luke had been so excited to show you around the Celestial Realm that he didn’t waste a moment on taking in your new appearance.
Raphael had caught a glimpse of you while you were in the Celestial Realm.
In fact, you would have believed he didn’t notice if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were now bigger than him and did things that you couldn’t do as a sheep.
RAPHAEL
He knew that Simeon and Luke had been excited to see you, so he didn’t dare take your time like they did.
But he saw you chasing after Luke and it made him stop in his tracks as he couldn’t help but stare at you.
He may not have understood your appeal as a sheep. But, seeing you now, he could understand why exactly you had everyone wrapped around your finger.
Mephisto was a bit slow to realize who you were.
And if he wasn’t careful he was sure that someday he may find himself in the same position as the others.
MEPHISTO
He had seen you walking around the Devildom with the others and couldn’t help but wonder who you were and why Diavolo and the others were so close to you.
He had to admit that you were rather attractive, but surely your looks couldn’t be the only reason they were drawn to you.
It wasn’t until one of them said your name while walking by Mephisto that all of the dots connected in his head.
And he wore a small blush as he realized the one he had been admiring from afar was none other than the human exchange student.
The news didn’t deter him though. Instead, it enticed him.
Your new body enticed him.
Thirteen was the last to find out about your new form.
He would have to make himself more useful to Diavolo so that he could find a way to grow closer to you.
THIRTEEN
Like Luke, your body didn’t really make much of a difference to her. After all, she was mostly interested in looking at your soul, and that didn’t change whether you were sheep or human.
But, seeing you for the first time still surprised her. You didn’t look anything like she would have expected - in a good way.
Surely, you would be more useful in helping her make traps in this form.
And she had to admit you were pleasing to look at…
I think the z-team finding out Waterboy was mostly a bottom would be funny because his so much bigger then Robert? In everything.
Taller? Probably wider body, his Waterhouse is bigger
Tagging @lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie cause I’ve talked about a few of these things with them and some of this is things we share.
TW SUGGESTIVE
Honestly they’re both like, surprised and not. Heck if it was either way top or bottom, they’d be both surprised and not at the same time.
Like they’re surprised they’re even surprised. Cause Herm does give off some “stereotypical bottom energy” to them. He does. And that’s nothing against bottoms in any way. He just…gives that off. And yet some of them were like “it’s always the quiet ones who surprise”.
And Yeah, Herm is at the very least 7 inches taller than Robert. At LEAST. I headcanon Herm to be pretty skinny (still a bit wider at the start) but as Robert works out and eats he gains weight and muscle back so he does bulk up a little bit. But STILL. Herman is bigger than Robert in a LOT of ways. And yeah, that includes his junk.
If one was to see them have sex, it is quite interesting considering the size difference. For example, Herm loves riding Robert. It gives him the ability to make Robert feel good (service kink), let Robert control the pace if he wants to, and of course he gets to feel good too. But uh…Herm is bigger. It’s a surprise that Robert doesn’t feel like he’s being crushed (Herm is light enough). If Herm is on his back, his legs are either held up high, spread quite wide, or wrapped around Robert in some kind of hold that is a tiny bit odd. And wall sex is a rare treat cause often times Robert is holding Herm up against the wall during that but only on days where his pain isn’t acting up as much.
Side note: The team definitely tries to get them to crack about their private bedroom life but they keep relatively tight lipped besides Prism helping Herm shop for lingerie to wear for Robert or Robert getting drunk and flirting with Herm and saying some LEWD SHIT.
Invisigal asks Robert a question about their sex life once while they were both alone in the gym and Robert looked at her seriously and sighed and he beckoned her over. She was like “oh shit” and she walked over and Robert says he’s going to tell her something but she has to promise not to tell ANYONE. Visi nods as he motions for her to lean down so he can tell her secretly…Before promptly shouting briefly close to her ear, startling her and making her cover her ears like “WHAT THE FUCK ROBERT?!”
He says their sex life is none of their damn business and he leaves but not before they flip each other off.
Meanwhile Herm is red the entire time he’s “interrogated” and he just stammers and is in between defending Robert from Flambae’s small dick comments and INSISTING something DOESNT happen (for example being called a “good boy” DOESNT turn him on wink wonk) but uh…he’s an open book.
CW: Audio voyeurism, overhearing sex, phone sex unintentionally, voyeuristic fantasy, threesome fantasy, post sex, teasing, public teasing, foot play, penis in vaginal sex, cum inside, multiple rounds, threesome, blow job, cock rings, anal, anal prep, breast play, teasing, strip tease, cuck chair, semi clothed sex, condom use, safe words, overstimulation, desk sex, aftercare.
Word count: Roughly 10K
A/N: You and Lucifer realize that a certain someone heard the two of you. Instead of confronting a certain demonic prince, the two of you decide to see how long you can tease him, and when he catches on. Well. The two of you make an offer to Diavolo that he can't seem to resist. Too bad that you get in over your head.
This one relates back to Day 3
Alright. I am well aware this is late. Like super late. I kind of lost the sauce with this one, so instead of never posting it, here you go! Enjoy some Lucifer X Reader, Reader X Diavolo, and Lucifer X Diavolo.
Masterlist
As you rub your face after you come back to your senses, you realize Lucifer is ignoring you. “Seriously? You’re still inside me and yet you’re checking your phone?” Grumbling as you shuffle before partially sitting up. Lucifer ignores your barb, one hand on your hip still while his eyebrows are furrowed together as he glares at the screen. “Lucifer.” You’re starting to get annoyed at him giving you the silent treatment since he’s still between your legs, and the couch in his office isn’t all that comfortable with the angle you’re pressed against it at.
“Lucifer!” Snapping at him since you can’t get up at the moment.
“I’m not ignoring you.” His gaze doesn’t even shift as he answers you, giving your hip a quick squeeze. “It seems I recently had a call with Diavolo.”
You feel the confusion flood you as you try to adjust yourself again, which just has Lucifer’s hard cock rubbing against a cluster of nerves that makes you pant. Willing yourself to ignore it as you focus on your lover. “You mean you have a missed call?” Trying to keep your body from responding because a second round is not a good idea right now. Or at least not in his office.
“No.” His eyes shifting from his phone at last to you, turning the device so you can see what he does. “There was a recent call, and it seems Diavolo did not hang up when he realized I didn’t mean to answer it.” Any pleasure you might be feeling fades like ice in an oven.
“You mean?!” Your voice is more of a squeak than anything else.
“Yes.” His lips a thin line. “It seems our dear prince.” Straining Diavolo’s title before he lets out a snort. “Decided to listen to the two of us even after he should have realized that I was in no position to answer.” You can’t help but groan, flopping back even if the armrest is digging into your back.
“In other words, Diavolo was being a pervert?”
“Yes.” Pinching his nose after returning his phone to his pocket. “I must have hit the answer button when we shifted positions.”
“So…” You trail off, any pending arousal still in your system fading quickly. “How do you wanna handle it?”
“That depends on you my love.” Lifting your arm away from your face to frown at him after having dropped it there to try and cool your inferno of a face. “Diavolo does seem to have a strange fascination with our relationship. And you after that confession in the human world.”
“Lucifer.” Letting out a sigh. “Can we not have this conversation when you’re still inside me? And twitching.” Your face is burning even more instead of less at the reminder of Diavolo’s confession after you and Lucifer had made it official that you were together.
A nod from the dark haired demon who helps you sit up properly before removing himself from your core. Both of you watching the flood of white fluid that drips from your cunt, causing both of you to swallow.
“Maybe after round two?” Hoping he gets your meaning. Another nod from the demon and you’re in his arms as he whisks you away to his room, thankfully avoiding any of his siblings on the way.
Diavolo, isn’t sure what to make of the last week.
When Lucifer didn’t approach him about the phone call he thought he was in the clear. That no one would ever know of his lack of judgment when it came to listening to Lucifer and you being intimate.
Instead, he’s noticing things. Things that have him feeling an inferno burning just under his skin. Like Lucifer’s gloved fingers lingering a little longer after handing him a document. How the Avatar of Pride seemed to hover close enough when the two of them were walking that Diavolo could have sworn he felt the heat from his body.
Then there was you.
Leaning against his arm when he asked you about one of the student council reports after you handed it to him. Your breasts pressed against his upper arm as you folded to get a better look at the file. The way your hand had remained on his longer than necessary after he helped you climb a set of stairs.
Not that he wasn’t enjoying it, but after listening to the phone call he was certain the two of you weren’t even aware you were doing it. Including now, as your foot was ghosting along the inside of his lower leg under the table in the garden. Diavolo was certain you were trying to tease Lucifer, not him
Yet with your position at the table, you had to realize you had the wrong demon. There was only three of you! “Diavolo could hand me the honey?” A smirk gracing your lips with your voice, almost breathy, has him freezing for a moment. You’re acting like you know exactly whose pant leg you're pushing your toes under.
“Of course.” Schooling his expression as he passes the small jar to you. Only to feel the toe of Lucifer’s boot doing the same to his opposite leg. His eyes widen as it finally sinks in. “Are the two of you doing this on purpose?”
You turn to Lucifer instead of him, planting your elbow on the table before resting your chin in your hand. “Well, it took a week, I guess you were right.”
“I did tell you he would believe he was reading too much into it.” Lifting his tea cup to his lips and taking a sip. The whole exchange left Diavolo looking adorably confused.
“I’m not sure I follow.” At that, both of you turn your attention back to him, and as the two of you had discussed when putting your plan in motion, you let Lucifer deliver the news.
“After we realized you overheard us last week.” Diavolo’s tan skin goes impossibly pale as his eyes go impossibly wide. “We discussed the idea of perhaps allowing you the chance to join us.” Lucifer’s tone is smug as he lowers the fine china back to its plate. “But not before someone wanted to see if you’d notice a bit of teasing.”
“Hey!” Reaching over and slapping Lucifer’s arm. “You’re making it sound like it was all my idea! You wanted to get some payback after being listened to while we did the deed!”
During your small argument, both of you missed Diavolo’s surprise fading, but you do both hear his usual booming voice drop to a low whisper. “Join you?” Both of your heads are tilted towards him to notice the quiver of his bottom lip. “Are you both still teasing me?”
“No.” It tumbles from your lips before you can stop yourself as you rise, reaching out to place your smaller hand over his. “In truth, learning about you listening to the phone call prompted us to have a more serious conversation, since I doubt your feelings have faded.” Wincing a little as you realize just how uncout that sounds.
“What she’s trying to say is.” Lucifer rises, placing one of his hands on your shoulder. “Is we discussed it, and aren’t against the idea of a trial run.” Suffice to say, Diavolo looks more surprised than you would have expected, and from the way his shock shifts to a genuine smile, it seems it wasn’t an offer he was expecting.
The three of you don’t jump on the offer that day; instead, the three of you set a date and you could almost laugh. October thirtieth, the day before Diavolo’s birthday.
“Consider it an early birthday gift then.” Was what you had whispered as you kissed the side of his mouth before leaving. “That way, I also have an excuse to run away early if people start to badmouth me.” Shrugging then, while poor Lucifer just rubbed at his temples because of your antics.
Which brought all three of you to today.
Your hand in Lucifer’s as the two of you follow Diavolo into his bedroom, you’re trying to keep yourself from looking too excited, but you can feel your heart pounding inside your chest as you step inside the space. It’s not your first time in Diavolo’s bedroom, yet there’s no denying the charged sense in the space.
Letting go of Lucifer’s hand as he turns to close the door before placing the overnight bag the two of you brought on one of the chairs in the seating area inside his room.
Diavolo, for his part seems to be growing more and more fidgety, watching his hand clench and unclench as he moves about the room, adjusting things that you doubt need fixing. It’s kind of endearing in a way you weren’t expecting, taking a few steps to close the distance and putting both of your hands around one of his. “Breathe, Diavolo.” Lifting his hand up to your face and kissing one of his knuckles hoping it shifts his attention to you. “The drapes aren’t going to make or break the next few hours.” Instead of moving his hand you shift your head so your lips drag along his curled digits. “If anything, you can tell us you want to slow down, or stop.” Pressing another kiss to a different knuckle, keeping your eyes locked with his and watching some of the tension on his face seeming to ease.
“I’m not sure how this is going to work.” Watching his Adam’s apple shift as he admits that. “Or how we would even start.”
“Well, you’re in luck.” Moving one of your hands so you can drag your index and middle fingers along his wrist and under the material of his dress shirt. “Lucifer and I had a few ideas.” Letting your grin shift to playful as you nip at the skin along his hand. “The real question is, there are three of us. Do you have a preference for who touches you?” He might have told you he had feelings for you, but you don’t want to assume, and honestly… You aren’t sure if it had to do with the fact that you had won Lucifer’s heart.
“I…” Another shift of his Adams apple and you hear his throat working as he swallows what you assume is the saliva in his mouth. His golden eyes close for a moment as he tilts his face away from yours, and you notice the slight flush on his cheeks. “I would like to feel both of you.” A tenderness in his gaze when he reopens them. “So I suppose that means I don’t have a preference in that regard.”
You nod at his words, stepping closer into his space to reach up and brush your fingers along the underside of his jaw. “Ok then.” You sense the extra heat as Lucifer steps up behind you, in a way caging you between both men. One of his gloved hands enters your field of vision before planting itself between your breasts, an anchor to keep you in place as he molds his body against you. “As to the ide-ah~” Letting out a moan as Lucifer slides his hand to one of your breasts and grips it just hard enough to distract you.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself.” Dipping his head down to drag his teeth along the edge of your neck, the pleasure causes you to rub your butt against his crotch. You know a warning when he gives you one. His voice low as he lifts his head once more and you see Diavolo’s eyes shift away from yours, no doubt to lock with Lucifer’s. “While we have agreed to give this a trial run, I still have two rules that I will not negotiate.” You know those rules aren’t directed at you but the tone in his voice still makes you shake at the authority behind it.
“Rule one, any anal play will have prep and the person penetrating will wear a condom.” You feel your core clench, a flush following it through your body as you remember him fucking you into his mattress and then blasting his load deep in your cunt after ripping the condom off like it had offended him.
Diavolo nods, and you use his distraction to slide your hand down his neck to the tie at his throat.
“Rule two.” At this one Lucifer pauses as if contemplating how to word it. “If any one of us states the word pinecone, we all stop. And by stop, I mean full disengagement from all partners.” Feeling his head shift and burying his nose partially in your hair. “I may be willing to try this, but I am not sure how I am going to feel about sharing once we get going.”
“I would have thought rule two would be I couldn’t cum inside of…” He trails off when his eyes shift back to you, and when you feel Lucifer press his lips to the back of your head, you grin.
“I’m far too fond of messes for him to make that rule.” Loosening his tie before the silky material is pulled from his neck and dropped to the ground between the three of you. “You’ll get to see how much I like watching cum ooze out of my cunt.” Hooking your fingers into the collar of Diavolo’s shirt and giving it a quick tug to pull him down to your level and slotting your lips against his. “And how horny it makes me.” Whispered against his mouth as you contemplate a second kiss before another moan is forced from your lips at the sensation of Lucifer slapping your ass hard enough that the sound echoes around the room.
“You’re acting like you’re the one in charge again.” His hand landing on yours to force you to release Diavolo’s shirt from your grip. “You know that just gets you in trouble, and that isn’t the point of tonight.” Pulling you away from Diavolo and you’re somewhat surprised to see Lucifer step into the space you had been occupying.
“Lucifer?” The briefest waver of confusion in his voice, and you have a front row view as Lucifer places his hand on the bottom of Diavolo’s chin. Tilting it so his lips brush against the princes, Diavolo’s eyes closing as he seems to hum against the short kiss.
“Tell me what you were thinking when you listened to us that day.” It isn’t a request from the Avatar of Pride, and with the way the light is highlighting the wetness on both of their lips, you feel yourself standing a little straighter and licking your own.
“I…” Diavolo seems to flush again, his eyes remaining closed since with Lucifer’s hand still on his chin he can’t look away. His voice low as he admits he had imagined Lucifer fucking you with enough force to bruise on his desk. That Lucifer had your legs over his shoulders and his hands on your hips while you were panting at how rough he was being. It sounds pretty hot.
And it gets better.
“That isn’t all, is it?” Brushing his thumb over Diavolo’s lips, and you never thought you could be jealous of Lucifer’s gloves.
“I imagined joining the two of you, of watching you pound into her while she sucked me off.” Shit. You feel the moisture starting to seep from inside your core and stick to your underwear.
You watch as Lucifer’s eyes flick towards you, lifting an eyebrow. “You can’t even say her name? Are you that embarrassed about listening in on my love and I, thinking about how you wanted to shove your cock down her throat?” When Diavolo is silent you notice his cheeks growing darker as he blushes more. Hearing Lucifer say your name as he shifts his attention to you again while keeping his hand on Diavolo’s chin. “What do you think? As much as he isn’t saying anything, do you think we should make his fantasy a reality?”
“That isn’t necessary!” Finally, Diavolo reacts again and he moves with enough force to dislodge Lucifer’s hand.
“I disagree.” You step closer and press your chest against Lucifer’s arm, intertwining your fingers with his. “I think it is, I like the sound of that fantasy.” Turning your face to Diavolo whose mouth is hanging open. “Even if you can’t say my name right now.” Giving him a wink before looking around the room. “Oh. That desk might do.”
“I think you’re right.” Tilting his head to press his lips against yours before letting out a hum and sweeping his tongue along your bottom lip. “Though we will need a bit of furniture rearranging first.” His expression shifted to a more sinister one. “After all, Diavolo needs to face his punishment before he joins us.” His eyes darkened in a way that makes you swallow while your core clenches. “Since any lecture I might have planned would be something he’d have enjoyed.”
“You’re terrible and amazing all in one.” Laughing a little at how much it sounds like Lucifer is enjoying this. “I guess I’ll go make sure there isn’t anything on his desk that we might ruin.” A wink sent towards Diavolo before you saunter towards the desk, clearing the top and putting the pens and blank paper inside one of the drawers. Making a show of sticking your ass higher in the air than you need. The sound of furniture being dragged reaches your ears.
Looking over the edge you watch as Lucifer guides Diavolo to the chair that’s going to have a front row view of what you and Lucifer are about to do. Though you don’t see the point in waiting too long, with the desk serving to hide your lower half you work the fastener loose and let the material slide down your legs to leave a puddle of fabric on the floor. Stepping out just from behind the desk, just as Lucifer turned.
Letting a smirk form on your face as both men pause, both swallowing as you keep up your act. Strolling around the side of the large piece of furniture before stopping where you think the chair is pointed. The edge of your butt on the top as you use your hands planted on the smooth surface to lift yourself and slide backwards, hoping the damp spot on your underwear is in clear view as you angle your knees outward. “Lucifer~” Fluttering your eyelashes at him. “I’ve had a hard day, won’t you come help me relax?”
In a few steps Lucifer is in front of you, reaching up and pushing his coat from his shoulders. His gloved hands land on your thighs. Giving the muscles a squeeze. “Relax?” A hum low in his throat as he dips his head to plant his forehead against yours. “If one of us deserves to relax, it’s me. All the stress added to my plate because of you.” One of his hands is dipping closer to your core, while you slide your hands down his chest from his shoulders. Trailing them down over his waistcoat until you find his belt.
“Then it sounds like.” Hooking one of your fingers through the leather and tugging it through the metal clasp. “We both want the same thing.” Working it loose just as one of his fingers starts to tease at your core through the moist fabric of your panties.
“It seems we do.” Whispering the words just loud enough that you know it’s to make sure Diavolo hears as he places his lips against yours. Not bothering to hold back as he slides his tongue against the seam of your mouth, making it clear what he wants. A low hum in your throat as you open your lips, your tongue rushes to meet his as you work the zipper of his pants down so you can slip your hand into the material of his underwear.
He’s hard, and the pumping of your hand along his shaft as best as you can with most of the material of his clothes still in the way has him twitching. A groan from Lucifer that makes your insides clench, wishing he was already inside of you. You shiver when you feel him lift his hands away from your thighs to tug his gloves off before his warm palms are back on you. One lone finger tracing your folds through the moist material of your panties, the pressure more intense than when he was toying with you a few minutes ago.
“You feel like you’re already ready for me.” Pulling away to drag his lips along your cheek while that lone finger pushes under the side of your underwear to tease you directly. “It makes me wonder if you weren’t taking care of yourself earlier.”
“Maybe just the thought of you gets me that turned on.” Teasing him again, or trying to, when your back arches when he slips that finger inside your slick opening. Watching as Lucifer shifts his position, working a second digit in and twisting it to spread your wetness around. The noise from his actions echoes around the room. Your eyes flick to Diavolo, just over Lucifer’s shoulder, and it’s worth your glance. His face a vivid vermillion and his pants look pretty tight from where you’re sitting, an unintentional clenching of the muscles deep in your core.
“Tease.” Hooking his fingers as he plunges them in and out of your core. “Do you want a third or do you want to enjoy the stretch?” Licking his lips when he finishes asking, and you know it’s part of the show for Diavolo, who looks like he’s struggling in his chair not to touch himself.
“Stretch.” Panting the word while you squeeze his cock in your hand before removing your fingers to help him push his underwear down while keeping his pants around his hips. His cock springs free and bobbing in the air with a whine from Diavolo at the sight. Lucifer isn’t large, but you wouldn’t call him average either, the most interesting thing about his dick is how the tip is more tapered at the end instead of rounded. Which means times like this, the precum just flows down his shaft from that point, making his skin shiny and slick.
Another minor adjustment has Lucifer tugging you closer to the edge of the desk, like part of your ass is hanging off before he lines himself up. One of his hands under your knee while he uses the other to slide his tip between your folds. A jagged inhale from Diavolo as he watches the show. Instead of looking at the prince you turn your full attention to Lucifer, licking your lips at his subtle nod. An indication you’re tired of waiting, moaning as he shifts forward and his cock starts to split you open.
“Ah~ Lucifer!” Your head tilting back as one of your hands grabs the material of his waistcoat, clenching the fabric between your fingers as your insides burn at the stretch that you weren’t quite ready for, but relish each and every time. Feeling the sweat break out across your back as he sinks in as far as he can with the position both of you are in.
“Such a nice wet hole for me.” Starting to set an easy pace of thrusting into you while keeping your leg in the air. “Look at you, we just started and you’re already looking like you’re wrecked.” You can’t argue with him; instead panting as you feel a warmth spreading through your body making it hard to focus on keeping your hand tangled in his vest. A tangible anchor sliping away with every snap of his hips. “Since you asked me to help you relax.” With his cock rocking inside of you, his other hand is free, planting his palm on your chest between your breasts and pushing you backward. You’re not strong enough to stop him, and to be honest, if he wants to do all the work, you’re going to let him. Moaning when your back is flush against the desktop, the angle letting Lucifer rub his cock along the upper portion of your channel and along a bundle of nerves that makes you moan long and low.
“Fuck.” Hissed through gritted teeth as Diavolo watches, his pants painfully tight at the scene in front of him. The way Lucifer’s ass is framed by his pants, and his cock is sliding in and out of you, pulling more and more fluid from your core that is starting to drip from Lucifer’s shaft to the floor between his feet. The way your cunt is stretched around Lucifer and the squelching noise is far louder than when he had listened to it on the phone. His hands on the armrests of the chair with a tight grip, the joints of his fingers white. It’s taking almost all of his self-control to stop himself from tearing the fabric apart, at the sweet noises you’re making as Lucifer plows into your core with a fever that is causing his dark bangs to stick to his forehead.
“Lucifer~ Ah~” Another moan ripped from you when the tip of his cock drags along another sensitive spot, your walls clenching around him as if trying to halt his movements. That familiar sensation of lightning racing up along your spine as you grow closer to the edge.
The sound of fabric ripping and Lucifer freezes, your leg still in the air and his length halfway through a thrust as he turns behind him. Diavolo’s hands have ripped through the leather of the armrests of the chair he was seated on. You struggle to sit up and, seeing the sight, let out a whine. He looks so desperate, and the tent in his pants is calling to you.
“This kind of punishment can wait.” You aren’t waiting for Lucifer to make a decision, taking your own initiative. “Come here, Diavolo.” Holding out one hand towards him, his movements hurried as he rushes beside Lucifer. You use that desperation to pull him in for a kiss while at the same time clenching your inner muscles as tightly as you can around Lucifer, earning you a hiss from the demon.
“Fine.” Lucifer huffs while trying to keep control of his body instead of filling your core, the sloppy make out session happening right in front of his eyes affecting him far more than he thought it would. “We’ll try something else next time.”
When you break from Diavolo, you let out a hum of satisfaction, trailing one of your hands down to his crotch and teasing the hard length through the fabric. “Next time.” Agreeing with Lucifer while the demon prince sudders. “Come around the desk, Diavolo.” Laying back again, glad Lucifer seems to already know what you have in mind as you’re slid across the surface so your head can hang over the other side.
“Like this?” His voice husky and you just grin as he stands behind the desk, facing Lucifer with his crotch at just the right height for what you plan to do.
“Yeah. Just like that big guy.” Reaching your arms above you to rub at his length through his pants while Lucifer starts to shift his hips once more.
“I hope you didn’t forget about me?”
“Never.” Panting as you use both hands to work Diavolo’s pants free, and with his belt loose, the material slides down his legs before stopping mid thigh, and you feel your mouth water. His black underwear is doing nothing to hide the monster between his legs, the tip still trapped, but there’s a clear wet spot against the straining fabric.
Licking your lips as you look upside down at Diavolo, trying to give him a reassuring smile. “You still want me to suck you off, or you just want me to touch you?” Panting as you say the words, your core clenching around Lucifer as you hope Diavolo still wants the first option. A nod from him and with his tanned skin darker than normal, the flush is making you warm.
Almost painfully slow, Diavolo hooks his fingers in the band and lets the silk fall down. His cock jutting between his legs, Lucifer moaning at how tight your insides clamped down around him. “I guess that’s why you’re in charge.” Deadpanning as you wrap a hand around his base and use it like a handle to tug him a little closer so the back of your head is hitting his thigh.
Flicking your tongue out to taste his skin and letting out a moan at the salty taste and musk floading your senses through your nose. Diavolo, is certainly different from any cock you’ve seen before. From his base to about halfway up his shaft he’s got a nice girth that you can wrap your hand around, no prominent veins or features. But that’s where it ends as far as normal goes, from that mid point to his tip, he grows thicker with what reminds you of plates under his skin. Or maybe it’s scales? A myriad of ridges along his shaft that taper in near the fat tip.
Dragging your lips along the underside and surprised how sensitive he is as he twitches upwards, a fat bead of precum forming on the head. With one hand along the lower part of his shaft you start to pump him, breathing in deeply to inhale his scent as you brush the tip of your nose along one of the ridges. Occasionally flicking your tongue out to tease him.
Moan when Lucifer decides to remind you he’s there, slamming his hips with a little more force into you. You need to get a move on before he grows too impatient. “Diavolo?”
“Yes?” His chest heaving as he answers you and you think you see a thin film of liquid at his hairline.
“Unless I tap three times, don’t move.”
“Huh-Oh!” Tilting your face and parting your lips you waste no time starting to suck on his tip. With his size, you’ll never be able to take more than his tip, not without some assistance. Focusing on the movement of your hand along his length while you alternate the amount of pressure you’re using as you suck.
“I think she likes it.” Lucifer whispers as he increases his pace, the sound of wet clenching in the room again. “She’s gone so tight I feel like I’m in a vice.” You smile internally at the hidden praise, circling your tongue along Diavolo’s slit while you tighten your grip causing him to buck his hips. Groaning as you partially choke on the new part of his length spreading your lips wide. “You feel like you’re trying to milk me now.”
“It’s so warm.” Unlike Lucifer who sounds like he’s just getting started, Diavolo sounds like he’s ready to cum at any moment. One of his large hands moving to cradle the back of your head, moaning and closing his eyes when you suck a bit harder. Hollowing out your cheeks to the point that he can feel a tightening in his balls.
“She’s close.” Lucifer doesn’t slow, one of his hands at your clit as he starts to rub circles into the bundle of nerves. “This seems to have her more riled up than usual.” Laughing a little as he seems to preen when your insides spasm around him. Lifting his eyes from the sight of your dripping core and his length disappearing inside you to meet Diavolo’s hooded eyes. “You don’t seem to be far from the end either.”
“It’s just so warm and moist. It feels amazing.” You have to agree, between Lucifer pounding you so you’re forced to take more of Diavolo’s cock in your mouth, sucking him off while drool trails down to your cheeks from the side of your mouth you feel like every nerve in your body is alight.
“Do you want to taste his cum my love?” Pinching your clit so you flinch in Lucifer’s hold, your back arching and moaning around Diavolo’s cock. “I take that as a yes.” His gaze still locked with the princes. “Make sure you give her a treat for making you feel so good.” It’s a command, not a request. One that pushes Diavolo over the edge and you feel the burning liquid filling your mouth as his length violently twitches. Choking on his flesh and the mess as your eyes flutter shut, your core spasms as hard as it can as you cum yourself. Out of the three of you, only Lucifer doesn’t finish.
There’s no way you can swallow Diavolo’s seed down, or at least not all of it with the way your airways are blocked. Shifting to sit up and coughing a little as some of it spills past your lips. Feeling Diavolo place both his hands on your side as he moves closer so his chest is against your back after helping you rise the rest of the way to be fully upright, humming against your hair as he leans closer.
“Well fuck. That was fun.” Wiping your hand along your lips before looking at Lucifer. Certain your face is flushed, and letting out a small cough because of how much your throat is sore. Hoping you don’t sound as hoarse as you feel. “You didn’t finish?”
“Oh, My Love.” Still inside of your core, Lucifer leans in, his fingers under your jaw to tilt your head upwards so he can kiss you, tasting Diavolo’s release on your tongue. “We are far from finished for the night.”
Oh, that makes your spine tingle.
“Thought now that we’ve had our fun.” Flicking his eyes over your shoulder so they can catch Diavolo’s. “It is the eve of someone’s birthday, perhaps we should see what our dear prince would like for a present.” His voice dropping to a low husk that makes you sit up a little straighter, hearing Diavolo give an audible swallow from behind you.
“I-I…” Stammering and trailing off, you can see him reflected in Lucifer’s crimson orbs, and while his features are blurred, you can see him swaying like he’s nervous. It certainly isn’t the Diavolo you’re used to seeing, with his easy smiles and booming confidence.
“If you’re struggling for ideas.” Toying with Lucifer’s shirt collar, you smirk. “Sandwich could be fun.”
“A sandwich?” The confusion is clear in his tone.
“Like you’ve experienced one before.” Snorting Lucifer gives his head a shake before explaining the concept to Diavolo. His hands never still as they roam over your arms and thighs.
“Could I… Could I be in the middle?” Well, color you surprised. You thought you’d end up in the middle but this sounds even better.
“So you want it to be, my lovely lady, you, then me?” Lucifer is looking past you, and you can’t see Diavolo’s reaction but based on the way Lucifer’s lip tick upwards and his eyes seem to darken you know what his answer is. “Then let’s relocate.” Stepping back and holding your hand aloft, using it to help you shimmy forward and off the desk, hearing Diavolo let out a whine at the loss of contact.
Glancing over your shoulder, you flash Diavolo a wink, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head before tossing it towards the chair he had been seated in. Pushing your breasts together so they spill over the lacey material of your bra, squeezing your skin, and letting out a moan before you saunter towards Diavolo’s bed. Giving your butt a wiggle and deciding to leave your bra on, but your underwear? It’s time for the sodden fabric to go. Hooking your thumbs into the waistbands and slowly tugging them down your hips.
Diavolo’s ears are almost indiscernible from his hair, those golden eyes fixed on every minuscule movement you make. His lips parted and you can see his cock starting to rise again.
“Are you gonna keep standing over there?” Bending your knees to make sure you can keep sliding the wet material down your legs. “I’d rather not crawl into your bed myself.” Fluttering your eyelashes, hoping that will get him moving, since it seems like Lucifer is looking for a few things in the bag he brought for the night.
“Right.” Stammering the word before he strides towards you, his hip bumping into the desk and looking a little sheepish, having awkwardly pulled his pants up enough to walk towards you. Reaching for him as you rise, your underwear on the floor.
Placing your palms on his cheeks and pulling him down to your level, pressing his forehead to yours. “You have nothing to be nervous about Dia.” Circling your thumbs along the apple of his cheeks. “We’re just three people trying some things. Trust me, Lucifer and I have had some awkward moments. Like learning there is such a thing as too much lube.”
“Do not clarify.” Your gaze, and Diavolo’s, flicks to Lucifer who is giving a rare blush.
You use the break from the tender moment to trail your hands down his neck and to his jacket. Starting to push it from his shoulders and letting gravity take over to remove it. “So whatever is holding you back, try to let it go and enjoy this.” Working the buttons of his shirt open and when you have enough skin revealed mouthing at his chest while undoing the rest. This time ignoring his cock that is jutting out, so when you have the final button undone, you can tug the fabric down his broad arms. “I will admit, as often as I get to see this when you’re in your demon form, something about this.” Letting your fingers trail up over the defined muscles of his abdomen. “Makes me realize just how attractive you are up close.”
“Only up close?” Your eyes flick up to meet his. There’s still a hint of pink on his cheeks but those golden orbs are blown wide with lust.
“Alright.” You conceded with a smirk. “Maybe it’s more I don’t get to look this closely normally.” Flashing him a wink as you step back, dragging your nails lightly against his sides as you create more distance. Heading for his bed with each step backward, making a show of it and holding out a hand to Diavolo as if trying to beckon him to follow you. Halting when you reach the bench at the foot of his bed, aware of the plush fabric just behind your knees. Licking your lips as you start to reach behind you to unclasp your bra.
“Leave it.” Voice thick, Diavolo takes a step closer. “I mean…” He trails off as he looks down and removes his remaining clothes. “I’d rather be the one to take it off.” You’re not going to argue. Instead, you let out a playful grin spread across your face, taking half a step forward so you can step up onto the bench without removing your eyes from his body. Every part of him is well defined, corded with muscle in a way that hints at the power hidden under his tanned skin. He’s built so differently from Lucifer, not in a way you don’t like, more in a way that you can imagine him dominating both you and your lover if he were just a little more confident.
“Then come take it off me.” An awkward little bow as you step back onto the plush surface of his mattress, your feet sinking into the bedding and material. Catching Lucifer’s gaze as he works a condom over his length, watching the show as he preps himself. You don’t miss the gleam of metal under the condom either, it seems he plans to hold out as long as possible before coming. A lick of your lips when you turn your attention back to the prince, just in time to watch him swallow before you let your body fall backwards into the breadspread that is made of something you can’t place. Just aware of how soft it feels under you.
Too bad you don’t get time to enjoy it. Diavolo took no time to follow after you, moving on his hands and knees until he was using his body to cage you in. The moment he is looking down at you, you reach up to wrap your hands around the wide muscles of his neck and pull him down. Taking advantage of his surprise to slip your tongue into his mouth, sweeping the muscle along his teeth before delving deeper. Trying to get him to respond, enjoying the low groan you hear from deep in his throat.
Eventually, he does. A tentative press of his tongue before he lets out a moan. You can only guess he can taste the lingering saltiness from his first release, mingled with your saliva as the kiss grows messier. Less coordinated as he puts more effort into his actions, eager for more.
At the same time, you feel the mattress shift, aware of Lucifer joining the two of you. A jolt from Diavolo, and you pull back letting your eyes slowly flick open as you catch your breath. His golden eyes were wide in shock, his entire frame tense.
“You need to relax.” It doesn’t take you long to figure out what Lucifer is up to, not with how Diavolo looks like he can’t figure out how to make his brain work and the sheen of liquid breaking out across his skin.
“He’s right.” You whisper, caressing his shoulders to try and distract him from the new sensation of his back door being played with. “If you tense up too much it’s just going to hurt.” Cooing at Diavolo as you move one of your hands to play with his hair. “Dia.” Calling the shortened version of his name to get his attention. “Focus on me.” Relying on your core muscles to push your body away from the mattress to have your chest pressed against his. “Weren’t you going to take my bra off for me?” Brushing the lacey material against his nipples.
A shuddered from the tanned demon before he nods, one of his large hands lifting from the mattress, and you give your head a shake. “Don’t use your hands.” Letting your body sink back down, smiling at the look of confusion on his face. “I can think of a way that sounds a lot more fun~” Letting your gaze fall on his lips, hoping he gets the hint.
Another jolt, and you watch the tip of his tongue peek out of the corner of his mouth. Forcing Diavolo to think instead of focus on whatever Lucifer is using to work him open seems to be working. Letting out a small moan as the demon shifts, so his head is more in line with your chest. Lowering his face and you watch with anticipation as he opens his jaw.
“I thought you’d have a little more tact than that Diavolo.” Only for Lucifer to interrupt. A quirk of his lips, and you can his pupils narrowed as his arm pumps back and forth. “Going right for the fabric of her bra? I thought you’d enjoy the taste of her skin, making her pant and drawing it out.” That arrogant pride fully on display as it colors each and every word he speaks. “After all, wasn’t it just over a year ago that you told her you had feelings for her? Now you’re just going to treat her like a piece of meat.”
You know exactly what your handsome lover is up to. He’s throwing it back in Diavolo’s face to force him to slow down, to focus on something he’s been claiming to want, instead of just trying to just follow your commands. Lucifer, bless his wicked heart, is trying to get Diavolo to truly distract himself, and using you as the means to do it. You’re not going to complain about the affection, that’s for sure. Trying not to grin when Lucifer throws out his final barb. “And after she decided to let you off easy on your punishment and sucked you off just like you were fantasising about. You’re acting more like Mammon than the Devildom’s Prince.”
Intentionally or not, that seems to make something in Diavolo snap. Shifting forward and shoving his tongue into your mouth like a man in a desert whose been dying of thirst. There’s nothing gentle or explorative about this kiss; it’s pure domination as he plunders your mouth like it’s his and his alone. Dragging out the connection to the point your lungs are starting to burn when he finally breaks away, the strands of fluid snapping in thin streams as he begins to work his way down to your throat. Dragging his tongue over the edge of your jaw and pressing his lips against the soft tissue under your jaw. Mouthing at the tendons and he doesn’t stop, nips and biting between licks as kisses as he makes noises that leave you moaning and panting under him.
Though the panting could also be because of the fact that he’s hitting all the right buttons. Dragging his teeth along your collarbone, with his hips shifting forward just enough to remind of his massive cock as it brushes against your thigh. A whine leaving your throat when you feel his teeth grab the center of your bra and tug it down with enough force that you hiss. Torn between pleasure and pain. Until you feel his warm breath spread across one of your nipples.
“Shit~” Arching your back the moment he wrapped his lips around the pebbled skin and sucked. Definitely on the pleasure side of things now, your sex clenching and pulsing in time to the varying pressure. You’re finding it hard to focus, so you do the only thing that makes sense. Tangling your fingers in his hair and gripping the strands as you moan under him.
“There we are.” Hearing Lucifer’s smug tone, you feel your eyelids flutter. “Keep focusing on her, how responsive she is.” Letting out a small gasp when Diavolo gives your sides a squeeze, his large palms resting just above your hips. “The rougher you are, the wetter she gets.” He’s not wrong, and you’re going to need all the help you can get to take Diavolo’s massive dick.
You let out a longer moan as Diavolo laps at your nipple while still sucking, wide passes of his tongue, and you can feel the fluid dripping from your core. Looking through narrowed eyes to meet Lucifer’s gaze, a smirk gracing his lips that makes your heart flutter. A slow wink and you nod, understanding what he’s telling you.
Time to move to the next stage.
A deep inhale, and you start to drag one of your hands down through Diavolo’s auburn hair, your nails scraping along his scalp. A hiss from the prince, just enough to lift his head, but it isn’t for long before he switches to your other breast. Just enough to make you falter, too bad you're a woman on a mission. Trailing your fingers over the broad expanse of his back, wondering if maybe next time you can spend more time mapping the muscles, as you work your way down. Right to where the head of his cock is brushing against your thigh, smearing the fluid leaking from the tip along your skin.
“Dia~” Moaning his name and hoping to get his attention shifted from your chest while you rub the pad of your thumb against the underside of his cock. “I know you’re enjoying yourself, but I think this.” Giving his length a squeeze, just enough to feel those scale like ridges pulse from the pressure. “Deserves more than just my thigh.” When his head lifts, you move your other hand from his hair to cup his cheek. “Don’t you agree?” Framing it like a question as you let your voice grow softer. Really, you and Lucifer need Diavolo in a better position to put his little birthday request into action.
You let out a little hiss when Diavolo nips at your breast, his canines dragging on the sensitive skin before he sits up. You can’t see Lucifer behind him anymore, but with the way he’s looking at you. The way his golden gaze seems to rake over your body, the marks he’s left behind dotted along your flesh, if you had to guess anyway, makes you shiver from the intensity of it.
“With how little of it you could take earlier.” There’s a distinct rasp to his voice that makes your insides clench while your throat goes dry. “Are you sure you know what you’re offering?”
You nod, trying to spread the scant fluid inside of your mouth around to try to get a verbal answer out. “I wouldn’t be naked and pumping your dick if I didn’t.” From behind Diavolo, you hear a short bout of laughter.
Watching as Lucifer’s pale arm wraps around Diavolo’s chest, his face appearing just above Diavolo’s shoulder. A whisper of your name while Lucifer pinches one of Diavolo’s nipples. “Is well aware of her limits.” His teeth sinking into Diavolo’s earlobe for a moment making the prince hiss. “Aren’t you My Love?” His eyes lock onto yours and you don’t feel as nervous as you did moments ago.
“Yeah.” It’s awkward, with your hand still holding Diavolo’s cock, but you use your other hand to push yourself up. Your chest pressed to Diavolo’s once more, but most importantly, you can brush your lips against Lucifer’s since he’s leaning closer as well. Humming low in your throat as you briefly close your eyes. “Plus, I know you won’t let me hurt myself.” Tilting your face to let the tip of your nose brush along the side of Diavolo’s face since he didn’t move, maybe he enjoys being between the two of you like this. But you can feel the liquid dripping between your legs and following the curve of your body before falling below you. “As for you.” Dragging your lips along his cheekbone. “I’d like to know how those ridges feel.” His breath catches and you smirk. “So are you going to fuck me or not?”
You let out a noise, something between a squeal and squeak as you find yourself on your back once more. Your legs adjusted so that Diavolo's hips can slot between yours, your hand removed from his cock to be replaced by his. You don’t have time to react in any other way, not when he’s teasing your folds with that fat tip. Using your sex to spread your wetness and his precum along his shaft. With the way the plates under his skin shift and form ridges, each time it brushes your clit, you feel a fresh wave of wetness pour from inside of you.
“This may be too much.” Your eyes are fluttering from the pleasure, so much so that you miss his words and his second thoughts. “Won’t she need more prep for?”
“She likes the stretch.” Whispered against Diavolo’s ear as Lucifer keeps his hand working. With him this distracted, it seems Diavolo hasn’t even noticed the fourth finger added to his lubed-up hole. “I’m here to stop it if it’s too much.” Watching the show himself as your back arches and your hips undulate, chasing the friction from Diavolo’s girth. “Watch her face, and you’ll see how much she enjoys it.”
That prompting seems to be enough, as Diavolo stops teasing you, pressing his tip against the opening of your sex. Using just enough pressure that he starts to sink in.
You whine, feeling your insides stretch to accommodate his larger size, while a sheen of sweat breaks out across your entire body. Your breathing becomes jagged as your eyelids flutter. You’ve never felt so full, and so far, his tip is just inside your silken walls. The heat spreading from him is incredible, and you want more. It takes all of your focus, to force your hips to move and spear yourself with Diavolo’s cock. Crying out when your body convulses from the sudden intrusion, your muscles spasming like mad as your inside try to adapt to his girth that stretches you beyond your limits.
“Fuck!” Diavolo can only gasp at your sudden movements, his neck straining at the way your cunt envelops his dick. If he thought your mouth was amazing, this? This has his balls tingling and his abdomen clenching like he’s almost ready to burst. Yet one thing keeps racing through his mind.
Lucifer was right.
The look of utter euphoria on your face has his heart hammering against his chest. He wants to see that look again. And again. “I told you to watch her face.” Whispered against his ear, Diavolo can only nod his agreement. Enjoying the way you feel around him, and how you look under him. What he wouldn’t give to keep this feeling for himself every night, the stab of jealousy in his heart that Lucifer was the one you had chosen. If only he had acted sooner.
As you slowly come back to your senses, aware of your insides still spasming yet not as frequently, you let your eyes open just enough to make out Diavolo’s figure through your lashes. As well as Lucifer, who is still behind him and looking over his shoulder. Lucifer might be the Avatar of Pride, but damn with the way they’re both watching you, it makes you preen. Licking your lips as you release the fabric you’d grasped between your fingers, reaching up to push your damp hair away from your forehead. “Damn Dia. I like the burn, but fuck.” Letting out a soft chuckle that causes your whole body to shake. “I almost came just from that.” The pressure deep inside of you is amazing, to the point you think that even the shallowest rocking and lightest brush against your clit might have you seeing stars.
“I…” Trailing off to swallow Diavolo’s face is flushed, and it reminds you of the way he seemed to be trying to hold himself back when he was sitting in the chair earlier. “I may also be very close once more.” You can’t help as you clench down. Too thrilled at the idea of being pumped full to enjoy the way his teeth seem to sink into his bottom lip.
“No one has said the safeword yet, so I think we should see how long you can last.” If he won’t move, you will. Rolling your hips just enough to lift yourself off his cock the smallest amount before moving back down. “Though, maybe I want to know how much is in those big balls of yours?” Flashing him a wink, and you hear a groan from behind him.
Lucifer is no doubt getting annoyed with you trying to take the lead. Evident by Diavolo leaning forward, a pale hand on his shoulder. With him that much closer, you grab his shoulders, tugging him down so his face is right above yours. Whatever was causing him to pause again seems to have faded, because you’re nowhere near strong enough to move him on your own. “Are you certain I can…” He trails off again, and you find it adorable how his ears are almost the same shade as his hair.
“Trust me Diavolo.” Feeling a little more playful, you nip at his bottom lip. “I like messes.” Smirking at him. “And you don’t need to worry about knocking me up if that’s what’s making you hold back.” The slightest flinch and you know you hit your mark. “There’s lots of precautions in place.” Going in for a kiss once more and dragging your hands down his back. You don’t bother with any sort of refinement in your actions, just sweeping your tongue along his and moaning.
Unsure if your words freed him from his worries, Diavolo starts to move, shallow thrusts that has his cock rubbing along bundles of nerves along your slick channel. Now that he’s moving, the ridges along his shaft cause a tingling along your spine. You can feel your body tensing as another orgasm starts to build inside of you. The kiss doesn’t last long, Diavolo shifting to rest his arms on the sides of your head, the speed of his thrusts picking up as he pants. “You feel so good.” You just mewl as his tip starts to press against the deepest part of you. The angle of your legs around his hips has your butt lifted from the mattress, and the curve of Diavolo’s body has made it so that, once in a while, your clit brushes against his abdomen. With how impressive his length is, there’s no way you’d ever be able to take all of him inside of you. Causing the fire to grow hotter and hotter inside of you, sweating starting to drip down the sides of your face.
It hits you like a wave, when a set of deft fingers that are more than aware of how to make your body respond work themselves between you and Diavolo. Lucifer is using the pads of his fingers to tease your clit. Pushing you over the edge.
When your walls clamp down like a vice around Diavolo, he lets out a noise more akin to a roar than a groan. Shooting ropes of hot cum inside your body, his hips freezing in place as he tries to relish the added tightness.
It’s then, Lucifer makes his move. Using the moment to sink his own length into Diavolo’s ass until his hips are flush against the prince’s backside. The Avatar of Pride doesn’t give him a chance to adjust, starting to pump his cock inside of him with enough force that Diavolo has to move.
Which in turn, has Diavolo thrusting in and out of you at Lucifer’s pace. In essence, using the demon prince to fuck you with wild abandon. Both you and Diavolo are reeling from your previous orgasms, hovering on the edge of overstimulation as Lucifer forces a weaker follow-on orgasm from the two of you.
Tears are starting to form on your lashes as you cry out. Another flood of Diavolo’s cum, and this time, you think you feel those ridges along his cock shift. Seeming to lock his dick deep inside your walls, one of the ridges pressed right against a bundle of nerves that has you hovering between pain and pleasure.
“Are you enjoying yourselves?” Lucifer’s voice cuts through, and you hear another roar from Diavolo. “It sounds as though our dear birthday boy is.” Slightly cooler hands trailing along the skin of your outer thigh. “My love?”
You can’t answer him. Not when your back is arching, and sweat is trailing down your body in small streams, soaking the fabric beneath you.
“My love?!” Panic is lacing his voice now, and you let out a cross between a moan and mewl. Unable to form words. “Fuck.” Hissing the word before Lucifer is pulling away from Diavolo. “Pinecone!”
“Lucifer-” Diavolo is panting, but at least he isn’t moving anymore, his body no longer rutting into yours. “I can’t seem to-” You let out a pained yelp when Diavolo tries to pull out of you, the ridges feeling like he is locked in placed.
“Just relax.” Those same cool hands are on you, and now that you don’t feel like you’re being fucked into the next life, you’re starting to calm down a bit. Blinking as you realize the words weren’t directed at you, but Diavolo.
“I did not expect this to happen.” It looks like, at some point while Lucifer was pounding into him, Diavolo took on his demon form.
“A lesson for the future.” You tilt your head, your eyes meeting Lucifer's, his gaze full of concern. “My love, can you hear me?”
You nod. Licking your lips. “Yeah.”
“Color?” His hands are wiping the sweat away from your eyes as best as he can, and you enjoy the coolness of the palms of his hands against your heated flesh.
“Yellow.” A sigh from Lucifer at how quickly you answered.
“I do not believe that for a moment. Try again.”
“I don’t wanna say red. You didn’t cum in me yet.” Unaware how sluggish you sound. Or how hoarse your voice is.
“At least you’re still being your ridiculous self.” A chuckle from the demon. “Thinking you’re in charge and ignoring your limits.”
“Your fault.”
“She sounds a little drunk.” You wince, not from the sound of Diavolo’s voice, but from the feeling of his cock shifting again, followed by him pulling out of your body. “Oh. My.” The sound of lips being licked meets your ears. “That is rather a lot.”
“She’s going to be upset that she missed it.” Like Diavolo, Lucifer is having a hard time taking his eyes away from the space between your legs. The stream of cum pouring from your core makes both demons pause. “For now, she needs to be cleaned up.”
You wake up later, wrapped in a fluffy blanket to the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your skin doesn’t have that grimy feel it normally does after an intense session of sex, and your hair doesn’t feel greasy. You yawn, your throat feeling dry and when you open your eyes, you put two and two together.
You passed out, and someone cleaned you up. You suspect Lucifer, given that it wouldn’t be the first time.
As to the sounds of someone still going at, you turn towards it. Letting out a soft laugh at the sight of Lucifer on his back, pumping his cock while Diavolo seemed to be drilling into him.
You try to reach out, wanting to help Lucifer, only for both demons to turn towards you.
“You’re awake.” You hum, low in your throat instead of answering. “You should try and sleep, my love.”
“Don’t-” Letting out another yawn, aware of how bone tired you are. “Wanna.” Rubbing at your face as you try to wake yourself up. “I wanna join in.”
“You are well beyond your limits.”
A soft call of your name, and Diavolo reaches out to cup your cheek. “Lucifer is right. You’re done for the night.” A soft smile on his face. “Lucifer and I are just finishing up, then we’ll join you.”
"Fine.” Your eyes are closing as you nuzzle against his damp palm. There’s always next time. The last thought that floats through your mind before you fall asleep again.
Waking up in the morning, wrapped in Lucifer’s embrace, with Diavolo’s broad arm curled around both of you, his red hair just visible over Lucifer’s shoulder. If you weren’t so sore with your guts feeling like they were burning, you might have enjoyed it more.
Now you just needed to try and make it through the day and Diavolo’s actual birthday.
Maybe you’d get lucky, and Lucifer would let you pretend to be sick.
—"Do you actually love me? Or you're only tolerating me because I'm your responsibility?"
Lucifer raised his head from the document he has been working on for the past 12 hours. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He knew you were near, he could feel your presence. He thought you'd just hang around the couch or by the fireplace just like every other day.
"I'm sorry?" He asked, not believing a single word you just uttered. He put the quill back to the glass of ink. His focus was now solely on you— the human who has been standing on the doorframe of his office for the past minute with your hands tugging your shirt.
"I asked—" Your throat scratched, a vital sign of emotional distress. "If you actually love me."
Lucifer stood up from his chair and walked towards you. His aura was alluring, but not in the 'wow, this person is majestic' way, it's more of a 'fuck, did I ask a stupid question?'
He gripped your chin and forced you to lock your eyes with his and not with the red carpet that your bare foot was standing on. "Are you doubting my affection, lamb?" He asked with a tone of voice as if he was betrayed and disappointed you even asked that question.
His dark chuckle echoed through your ears. Your body shivered at the sound. "You're doubting the fact that I lavish you with jewels and my affection was fake and just because of Diavolo's command?" His eyebrows furrowed. You could feel the heat of his hand through his gloves.
He pulled you inside his office and closed the door. "Sit down." He ordered rather than suggesting. He looked through his collection of Demonus and opened a bottle before grabbing a glass.
You looked around. You notice picture frames on top of the fireplace, a few on his table, various more on his walls. All of those pictures involve you, the human, surrounded by the 7 Lords of Hell— all smiling or laughing.
"At first, yes. I admit. You were nothing but a responsibility." He said as he took a sip of his Demonus. "You were trouble. Achieving the pacts of all of my brothers without telling me why."
He swirled the alcohol in his glass. Watching the deep red liquid tint his glass while you were watching, listening intently.
"Then, you decided to skip your way into my life. You decided that we— the 7 demon brothers— aren't your tools of power, but your family."
He sat back down on his chair before pouring another glass. "You were stubborn. Always getting into trouble, not fearing the consequences and punishments you could face. Well— you still are, aren't you?" He chuckled deeply as his eyes locked with yours.
"I'm sorry. I'm a burden."
His left eyebrow raised high. "What are you sorry for?" He stood up again, circled your seat. He sighed before stopping in front of you, kneeling down to your level. "Let me explain."
"It is true that at the start of the program, you were nothing but a responsibility. Someone who I'll probably forget at the end of the year." He placed his wine glass down to his table before placing his hands over yours before grabbing it.
"Then, you struck my heart. Well, not just mine." He kissed your knuckles before standing up. He stroked your chin, making you forget your earlier distress.
"You helped me and my brothers. You warmed up our hearts. You gave us a reason to strengthen our bond as a family. You are family, little lamb." His eyes glinted with something you can't quite read.
"If you don't feel my affection, then let this night show you how much I adore you. Not because of responsibilities, but because you're mine."
A/N: idk how to end this, i just dreamed abt it and I had to write it lololol. Not proofread btw no beta we die like mc in that one lesson
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wow, I haven’t sent one of these in a looonnnggg time anyways—i really like your obey me posts and was wondering if you would write something along the lines of this. Idk if it's been done already but:
let's say during the first few months of the exchange program MC’s body had to adjust(cuz yk it's a whole different realm, kinda like jet lag but worse) so they didn’t get their period for a while but when they finally do its BAD and the brothers have never seen them act so out of character(it's really not our fault). How would the brothers react? Especially Lucifer, who MC ensued in menstrual rage(caused by bad cramps and a dropped piece of cheesecake made by Luke) goes off on him since he’s know for being the reason why periods even exist.
I apologize in advance if this is too specific, I'm on my period rn and was playing Obey Me when the idea popped up!
Shark week
Omg I love this idea so much not be tmi but for years I didn’t have a period cause of my birth control and the day I got it I was a MESS sobbing crying whole works.
F! Mc but gender neutral pronouns, period stuff and small description of blood and stuff, some are connected some are not, non-sexual nudity in Asmos
All brothers might do side char another day
You knew something was different when you woke up. The feeling of tiredness outside of regular morning grogginess was the first clue.
Lifting yourself from the bed the cramping that had became a stranger to you the months you have been an exchange student had decided to welcome itself back to your body.
Holding your stomach you quickly race to your bathroom, glancing at yourself in the mirror and seeing the extra acne that hadn’t been there before.
Fuck.
Quickly taking off your pajama bottoms and underwear sitting on the toilet a small red stain stares at you.
You had gotten your period.
Groaning in response you look over to the bathroom basket drawer and slide open the untouched bottom shelf. Tampons and pads in various sizes given to you at the start of your term by Barbatos.
The knowledge that you would have to deal with this for however long? Especially with a dis regulated hormone system? You wanted to die.
Lucifer
Lucifer knew something was different about you when you entered the dining room. A subtle frown plastered on your face giving away your upset mood.
He didn’t want to target you however. Maybe you didn’t sleep well? Maybe you’re stressed over an upcoming exam. He was sure you’d come to him eventually to talk about it if it was serious.
It wasn’t until you snapped at Asmodeus that he knew something was very wrong.
After breakfast, he immediately took you aside into his bedroom. Gently asking you if you’re okay and if anything is the matter.
Did not expect you to burst into tears. Sobbing over how much in pain you are and how you look horrible with your acne and that even Asmo pointed out your acne so it’s obvious you don’t look okay.
Immediately knows what’s wrong. Pulls you (slowly to let you back off if you don’t want to be touched) into a hug, and softly whispers that you don’t look horrible and you can just relax until your menstrual cycle has passed.
Went to the store and bought you your favourite comfort foods, chocolate, pain relief and a heated stuffie.
Led you to the living room full of treats and gave you the remote. Doesn’t want you completely alone in your room but also wants you comfortable. Just text him and he’ll do anything or get one of his brothers to do it.
Word got out you were on your cycle and Luke, Simeon and Solomon came to visit. Luke and Simeon in the kitchen making you a cheesecake and Solomon having the human experience of knowing what periods are like (man is immortal you think he’s clueless on what happens?)
When the cheesecake was ready you got yourself a slice. Happily excited to have your sweet treat, you go to sit back in your little nest on the couch.
You dropped it. You fucking dropped the best thing in your life.
Lucifer was unfortunately a witness. About to reassure you it’s okay he was interrupted.
“This is your fault! All your fucking fault! Just had to give an apple to Eve! You hate women Lucifer?! What is your PROBLEM why can’t men deal with this I go through enough shit already! I’m bleeding out, I have the worst acne ever and why? Because of YOU!”
He can only look at you with widened eyes. What are you talking about? Do humans think it was HIS fault? Before he can even question you’re crying again. Apologizing for your outburst and just everything sucks and the last thing you needed was to drop the cake.
Lucifer gently assures you it’s okay and he understands. Softly kissing your temple telling you he’ll clean up the spill and get you another cake.
Just spoils you rotten honestly during your cycle.
Mammon
He was the first person you saw when you woke up. And when you didn’t softly smile saying your sweet good mornings and instead just let out a gruff “morning.” He thought he did something bad.
He would never voice this but he hates the thought of you being mad at him. He’s your first! And you’re his human. So whatever was happening he needed to solve asap.
If solving it meant bombarding your personal space by following you around everywhere. It was only noon when you already wanted to punch him. Poking you, teasing you, staring at you randomly when you’re doing anything.
Finally you snapped at him after he towel whipped you when you were trying to make yourself a snack.
You just started sobbing. Uncontrollable tears caused by your hormones and his constant teasing and poking.
Between cries you whimper how mean he has been today and you’re already dealing with your period and you don’t need him to be a jerk on top of it.
Hearing your sobs that were caused by him and your shark week has him feel HORRIBLE you were just moody cause of cramps and hormones and he just had to make it worse.
Quickly mumbles out apologies and how he “didn’t mean to hurt ya’ I thought yer were mad at me before.” While pulling you into a hug and resting his chin on your head.
Now obviously, he’s never had a period before so he’s a bit clueless on what to do. He decides to bring you into his room and tells you to watch whatever you want on his TV while he goes to the gas station.
Gets you a slurpee, chips, sweet treats and ramen noodles. Quickly drops off everything for you before rushing to the kitchen and making you the best ramen noodles he’s ever made.
Cuddles you if you want. Very tsundere about it though saying how of course you want to cuddle the great Mammon. (You didn’t even mention cuddling)
If a painful cramp hits randomly he doesn’t know what to do, you have to yell at him to get you a heat compress or anything. Comes back to find you in fetal position.
He’s very nervous and unsure of what to do but he tries his best. He cares about you more than he shows.
Leviathan
You both had planned to have a Devil Kart marathon that day and night. When you texted him right after breakfast saying you might not be able to join he immediately fell into deep self consciousness. Thinking you finally saw him as weird and yucky just how he sees himself.
Knowing this you promptly said you just most likely wouldn’t be great company given you’re on your period for the first time in months and it’s more painful and your emotions are scattered.
A few minutes after sending that Leviathan bursts into your room, “y-you might think you’d be bad company but you’re wrong! If anything I’m the bad company and for you to say that is insulting since you’re better than me which would mean I’m worse than bad company!”
Very anime monologue-y but you love him for that. It was enough to convince you to join even though you’re bleeding and moody.
Sat in his room, your designated blanket that Levi bought for you to keep in his room draped over you. As well as otaku gamer snacks surrounding the couch in his room made your mood better.
While beating Levi at Devil kart, you wince in pain from a cramp. Holding your stomach and folding over. Feeling tears brim your eyes at the pain.
Levi immediately pauses the game, looking at you with panic in his expression. Asking you if you’re okay and if he should do anything. He’s so worried over you, he quietly just tells you to lay down on the couch. Placing pillows below your head and adding another blanket over you.
He just watches you with concern. He doesn’t even register he’s touching your shoulder. To distracted over your wellbeing to digest he’s touching you.
It’s not until minutes pass he remembers he has pain medication from when he had a stomach ache. Promptly grabbing it and saying it might help.
Just sitting on the floor watching you while worried. He’s clueless on what to do until the meds kick in. Deciding, despite his internal struggle, to hold your hand like how Henry did in one of the TSL episodes when a towns person was sick.
He’s blushing the entire time but holds your hand gently saying you’ll be okay. He’s so precious but he’s trying.
Satan
Seeing you at breakfast snap at Asmodeus was certainly a shock. He had never seen you angry, at least without a really good reason.
His first assumption is that you didn’t sleep well. Softly saying maybe you should go back to bed if you’re still tired.
Yeah… that didn’t go well.
With you even more upset now telling him that he should worry about himself. Huffing and walking away from the dinner table.
The men just stare at each other with confused looks. Not knowing what was going on. Satan was the most accustomed to unexplained anger. Which, after a few minutes of whispers (in fear you’ll hear) it’s decided he should be the one to check on you.
Softly knocking on your door before letting himself in he sees you crying in your pillow. Looking up at him with puffy eyes his heart breaks. Thinking something horrible happened or a really bad dream.
He sits next to you gently caressing your back. Asking what’s the matter.
In between sniffles you explain you got your cycle for the time in months and that everything hurts, your acne is bad, your bloated, your cramps are bugging you, you’re deregulated. Listening to you he understands why you’re in a bad mood.
Given that he has extensive knowledge on almost everything, he offers to go out and get you Midol and a hot compress. Saying how he cares about you and wants to help.
When you nod your head immediately he pulls out his phone and joins you in the bed. Adding midol and a hot compress to the basket and asking if theirs anything else you want. He adds every craving your body has and also adds a tea he knows helps with pain.
Until the order is delivered, he just lays with you. Asking if you want to be left alone today or if you want somebody to be here for you.
His heart flutters when you say you want to just stay with him.
Kissing your forehead, he goes back to his room (after telling you he’ll be right back) to grab the book he’s currently reading. On his way back to your room he grabs the order that was delivered.
When he comes back he has snacks in a bag, tea in a thermos, a hot compress, midol and his book.
Lays next to you and gives you your goods.
Opening his book he hears your soft apology for snapping at him. How horrible you feel and you just wish you never got periods because of how they can sometimes make you act.
Shushes you and explains how it’s not your fault. With what you’re going through of course you snapped at what he said.
Lets you decide what to do. Watch a movie? We can do that. You want him to read you the book he’s reading? He will absolutely do that.
Kisses your forehead occasionally asking if you need anything, he’s very knowledgeable about periods and will do anything to make it more of a tolerable experience.
Asmodeus
Sat down at the dining table, with you across from him he can see plain as day the new acne on your face. Especially along your lower jaw.
Clueless to your hormones that induced the pimples, he points it out asking if you had been following the skincare routine he had given you. Playfully scolding you.
He was met back with a glare and you telling him to shut up and that you don’t need this in the morning.
Asmo felt horrible. Wondering that maybe you just got random breakouts and it was an insecurity of yours. He’s silent the rest of breakfast. Wanting to make it up to you over seemingly pointing out an insecurity.
After all the finishing touches he takes a photo of the gift basket he had made you. It’s already noon and the brothers had decided to give you space given your outburst.
Sending the photo with a followed text of “forgive me? It’s in my bathroom hon. You don’t need to talk to me I also prepared you a nice bath with essential oils.” he stares at his phone waiting for you to read the message.
When you read the message but no response his heart fell. Wondering if maybe he majorly messed up.
Until he hears a knock on the door. He runs to open it and sees you looking up at him. It looks like you had been crying, immediately he ushers you in and pulls you in for a tight hug.
Almost in tears himself, he says how he had never meant to make you upset. Just wanted to tease you and that he’ll do anything for you to forgive him.
You shake your head and tell him how you should be apologizing. Quickly explaining how you’re on your period and very hormonal. That you hadn’t had one in months and this is the worst period you’ve ever had.
Everything clicks when you mention that. Smiling brightly asking “why you didn’t tell him sooner!” He swiftly pushes you to the bathroom saying how he’ll spend the day pampering you.
If you argue that you’re bleeding and don’t want to free bleed in his bath he shushes you and reminds you cleaners exist and at the end of the day it’s just blood.
Even when you strip naked in front of him he doesn’t make any moves on you. Worrying about your comfort rather than his lust. He does say however, that your body is very attractive and he’s happy you trust him that way.
Washes your hair with his most expensive and best shampoo, telling you about the latest gossip. If you want he also puts in a hair mask.
Doesn’t go in the bath unless you ask. Even after he asks if you want him to keep his boxers on. His reason is the last thing he wants is for you to think this was a ploy to see you naked or get sexual.
Offers to do your skincare, which of course you say yes to. Asmodeus grabs his basket of skin products and does a full on skin treatment.
Cleanser, exfoliant, toner, face masks, gua sha, evrything and anything to make you feel your best self.
After the bath and everything he gives you one of his robes and leads you to his bed to give you the gift basket.
It is FILLED with your favourite snacks, drinks, hobbies, interests. Everything he knows you like he had put in.
Don’t ask the price of the gift basket it’s way to much but he was worried you were mad at him :(
Reminds you as many times as needed that you’re beautiful and worthy of love.
Beelzebub
It was mid-day when it all went down. Taking a bite of the chocolate he had found in the fridge he saw you walk in. Smiling softly while saying hi. Wondering if you calmed down after the bit with Asmo.
You peer into the fridge and he hears “where’s my chocolate?”
He froze. Not entirely his fault, it wasn’t labeled but still. When you lock eyes on him like a predator, seeing the chocolate you had saved in his hand. Half eaten.
“Beel. Is that my chocolate.”
“I’m sorry.”
Looking like a puppy that was about to get kicked you felt a conflict of emotions. Wanting to scream at him for eating your chocolate but also not wanting to upset him.
Tears stream down your face. Mumbling about how excited you were to eat that chocolate bar. Wiping your tears away apologizing for being emotional.
To anyone else this would be seen as weird but to Beel? Someone stealing your food is something to cry over (or destroy the entire kitchen over cough)
Apologizes profusely, telling you about his emergency stash in his room and saying you can have all the chocolate you want from it.
It’s not until you’re sitting on his bed, enjoying his stash that he learns you’re on your period.
You apologized for crying over chocolate and explained your hormones and what was happening.
He knows what a period is of course and he also knows about cramps. Asks you if you’re experiencing a lot of cramping and when you nod your head yes you’re done for.
Picks you up with one hand and picks up a bunch of the chocolates. Quickly explaining he’s taking you to your room to be more comfortable.
Lays you down in your bed and gently tosses the chocolates to you. Looking at you with concern and worry.
He hates seeing the people he loves in pain, and you’re just a tiny human to him. He will do anything in his power to make you comfortable.
Beel sits down on the floor assuming you don’t want to cuddle right now with your pain, saying he wants to be near you in case you need anything.
But you don’t want him on the floor you want him near you. You call to him and ask (demand) he lays with you in your comfy bed.
Tries to argue with you that he’s big and takes up a lot of room in the bed but you don’t want to hear it. When he finally joins you he places you on top of him so you can lay peacefully.
Warmth floods your body at his touch, Beel runs very hot and is your own personal heater so you just lay on top of him.
It isn’t until you’re fast asleep that he leaves, only to grab himself a snack and you a drink. Don’t worry<3 he’s not going anywhere for long.
Belphegor
Belphegor had a routine, after breakfast he went right back to bed on the weekends. Whether it was the couch, his bed, the attic or your bed it didn’t matter.
And he would follow it today just like any other. Slowly opening your bedroom door deciding that was the perfect napping place today.
Walking into you on your phone, laid on your bed wasn’t uncommon especially if you had nothing to do all day. But the glare that you shot him? Yea that was unusual.
Immediately asks if you’re okay. Assuming you just want to be alone. He has days like that where all he wants is to be alone. But it’s unusual for you to not communicate that and instead just glare.
When you shook your head no and explained you were in pain and didn’t mean to glare at him, he freezes. You’re in pain? Why didn’t you say anything? Should he get Lucifer to take you to the hospital?
You have to explain that no, you don’t need the hospital. You’re just cramping and don’t want to move or do anything.
Ohhhhhh. Is all that you heard for a moment. A dawn of realization that you were on your period.
Expecting him to leave, given that you’re not the best company right now. You look back at your phone to distract yourself with whatever was interesting on the screen.
It wasn’t until you felt your bed slightly dip from added weight. Belphie laying down next to you softly hugging your stomach.
He was so warm. The heat from his arms wrapped around your belly easing the cramping. You always knew Belphie ran hot. Just never thought to put it to use unless you’re cold.
Before you can even comment on it he’s already fast asleep cuddling you like a Koala.
He may not go out to make your tea or buy you pain meds, but you always know he’s there for you in his own way.
And when you’re fast asleep too, you’ll learn he’s already planning on giving you the best dream you possibly could. To make this week of bleeding even a little more tolerable.
More DiaLuci because I love it. Since I have made some people suffer enough with my angsty writing and some people probably want something nice with that one account harassing people, so have some domestic fluff.
Diavolo X Lucifer
TW: does enjoying Diavolo's chest count as suggestive?
Light filtered through the curtains in Diavolo's bedroom as the day began to start. Diavolo was sleeping soundly, wrapped around Lucifer like the fallen was his personal pillow. Lucifer didn't mind, he was freezing when they had fallen asleep and Diavolo was practically a furnace. The bed had become warmer with the two tangled together underneath the sheets. Diavolo awoke as the gentle light hit his eyelids but he made no move to get up, not when Lucifer was right there. Diavolo opened his eyes and squinted against the light before looking down at Lucifer's messy black hair. Lucifer snored and Diavolo had to resist the urge to laugh at how cute it was.
Diavolo ran his fingers through Lucifer's soft hair, enjoying the feeling as his lover slept. He didn't want to move at all, everything he loved was in his arms so he had no reason to, except his heavens forsaken paperwork. Diavolo knew Barbatos would come knocking at any minute so he savoured the space Lucifer took up in his arms. Diavolo placed a kiss on top of Lucifer's head and nuzzled his head into Lucifer's hair. Diavolo liked how Lucifer's conditioner smelled of strawberries and flowers, he's sure Asmodeus had a hand in Lucifer's choice in hair products. Diavolo did not have long to appreciate Lucifer as Barbatos knocked on the door before entering.
"It's time to get up your highness."
Diavolo groaned "Why."
"You need to eat breakfast and do your work."
"Fine."
Diavolo did not want to leave his personal heaven but his work isn't something that should be neglected. He sat up, unfortunately waking Lucifer. Lucifer stared at Diavolo in betrayal since his furnace and pillows were leaving him. Lucifer grabbed Diavolo's arms and pulled the considerably larger demon back down to shove his face in Diavolo's very desirable chest pillows. Diavolo looked back at Barbatos, who wished he could give them the room. Diavolo pulled away again and Lucifer pulled him back, his voice croaking and rough for the morning.
"No."
"Lucifer says no."
"I see that. I'll bring breakfast up here then."
"Thank you Barbatos."
"It is no problem my lord."
Barbatos left and closed the door behind him. Diavolo turned back to Lucifer, who was nuzzling himself into Diavolo's chest with force to escape the light. Diavolo rubbed Lucifer's back and the fallen started falling back to sleep. Diavolo tried to slip away again without disturbing Lucifer again. Lucifer's red eyes met Diavolo's golden ones as he woke again.
"Diavolo"
"Yes Luci?"
Lucifer tugged on Diavolo's arm "Five more minutes, please?"
Diavolo could have died from the way Lucifer tilted his head and pulled his arm, not to mention those beautiful red eyes. Lucifer knew exactly how to tug on Diavolo's heart so he laid back down without an argument since he didn't want to leave anyway.
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༺✧Summary: The Navy Training Camp - one you didn't heard about before. They said it's happening once every decade, making sure Devildom is able to fight any danger. May it be magic or other monsters. Out of 7 brothers, only Leviathan is forced to go? Did he say someone bullied him here? Why is he acting so different? And why it turned out he is the one who trains other demons?! Navy Admiral Levi has a completely opposite personality!
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༺✧A/N: I think there's a lot of people in Solmare’s basement. Thank you for that request! It was one of the most unique ones I received! I started to think I can write well after that lmaooo
I decided to keep it fluff with a little suggestive ending ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯
“The world is a bad place… the world is cruel…” The demon under the blanket murmured as you came inside his room. It took some time before you even noticed that he's here, sitting in the bathtub, covered by a blanket completely. “The world hates me the most…”
“Levi? What happened?” You asked, walking closer to him.
“Eek!” He scowled, suddenly lying down, pulling cloth over his face, desperately trying to disappear.
His legs are visible though… he probably doesn't know that…
“I'm not here! You didn't see me!”
“What the–”
“Shhh! Is it really you MC?” His voice, sounding so scared and worried, sounded much higher.
“Yes?”
“Are you FOR SURE, alone here? No one else came in?”
“I am the only one here. What's going on?”
“Shhhh! Quieter! Come under the blanket!”
You wanted to roll your eyes so bad. What's going on with him? Did he do something to Mammon? But everyone knows that he's always hiding in his room. The doors weren't locked either, so it's even more suspicious. Is he playing some game where he needs to hide?
“Come.” He said, lifting the side of the material for you to come in. It'll be really uncomfortable in that bathtub, also under the blanket, hiding two people… His hand waved to you when you took too much time.
Crawling under it, you sat down, looking at his nervous face. “So what's going on?”
“In short… There's a camp…”
“A camp?”
“Navy camp…”
“Sooo?”
“I HAVE TO ATTEND IT!” He bursted.
“And that's your probl–mph–” he pushed a hand to your lips, making you go silent.
“That is a problem! And we can't talk! Lucifer is–”
The door opened suddenly, making you two stiffen much more.
“Leviathan.”
“...eek?! M-MC, don't talk, Lucifer is–.”
“And how I'm supposed to not hear you talking now?”
You saw Levi's eyes darkening with fear.
“Y-yeah… y-you are right…” he mumbled under his nose.”
“Come out. Both of you.”
“How do you even know I'm here?!” You pulled a blanket off your head, looking at Lucifer who clearly wasn't amused by this situation. He looked at you two, almost judging the position of your bodies, cramped in the bathtub. With Levi looking like he's going to die with regrets, and you sitting here without knowing what's going on.
“That is not hard hearing you scream at MC to be quiet, while you're the one who's loud.” The older demon sighed, raising an eyebrow. “And you need to listen to me. You cannot say no to training camp.”
“B-b-but!”
“I won't say it again. It's Diavolo's order. Navy training needs to be done and you are the one who does it each time. Why do you have the title then?” He turned around, walking towards the door.
“But I don't want to!”
He turned back, glaring. “Do not make me do things you will regret.”
“Shouldn't you say that you will regret?” You asked, pointing it out.
“No. I'll make him do things that he will regret doing. Even if I forced him to.”
“Yikes!” The demon next to you yelled with small tears in eyes, looking at the dangerous look of his brother. “I will go! I will go!”
“Good then–”
“BUT!”
“Sigh, what again?” This time he rolled his eyes, squeezing the bridge of the nose.
“They'll bully me again…” the pout on his face was extremely visible now. He didn't dare to look up.
“Lords hold me… I'll have a headache because of you. They won't bully you. I will make sure of it.”
“T-then–!”
“Take what you need and tomorrow morning I want to hear that you reached Skeletal pufferfish island.”
“What island?” You looked at them both, but you decided to shut up before Lucifer screamed.
“Take what you need and I want you on that island before I can even drink my morning coffee.”
Is that even possible now? Maybe… Wait, take what he needs? Mental support counts? Well, he said someone is bullying him, maybe you should go and help him out during his training?
“Uhm.” You started.
“Please tell me you have something normal to say, or else–” he stopped again before coming out. You moved in the bathtub, ignoring what position you chose between Leviathan's knees.
“Can I go with him?”
“H-huuuh?!”
“Levi be quiet.” You silenced him.
“...Do what you want…” he left, closing the door behind him, leaving you in four closed walls.
“Levi, I'm going to make sure no one– Levi?!”
You looked down, seeing him with head on the side. His cheeks are completely red.
“Game over… overheating…” he mumbled with a dry voice, not looking at you.
Oh… you just noticed you're kneeling between his knees. Not the first time though! He'll be fine in a few minutes. Whatever is going on in his mind… he won't think about it for next weeks.
When you first arrived on the beach, literally before human world sunrise, you could look at your water demon, all nervous and almost scared. He looked at the dark sea that you needed to pass to get on the island, his eyes soft, he was quiet.
You wanted to ask him what's going on, but he answered it's fine. He needed to go anyway… But why did he hate it so much? Why did he say someone bullied him? Didn't brothers always get respectful treatment due to their positions? Why would someone do anything to Leviathan then? You could only question it in your mind, because he won't say anything about it. And the unspoken questions lingered in your head when you looked at him, his pupils thinning.
Anything that's happening during this camp, you'll see in a moment.
You'll know if Levi is bullied, or he hates the training.
Moments later, with the first rays of sun, he summoned Lotan. Instead of using a normal boat, you swam here on a giant sea beast, being held by the supportive hand of a demon. He didn't falter even once. He just stood up, and wrapped hand around your waist, keeping you close.
He wasn't like himself at all… where's the nervous Leviathan you know?
Your time swimming on Lotan wasn't so long. You reached your destination after a few minutes, and only then you realized how quickly he swam. That's why Levi held you, so you won't fall. He moved swiftly around the bay, pulling out his head that you two can walk down on land. The beast's head leaned down in front of you, and he returned to water, disappearing completely. In the distance, a few boats docked near the bridges, telling you that others came by the time you arrived. Probably yesterday, since you didn't see anyone at all.
“So where are we going now – Levi?” You looked at him, seeing him standing here in his demon form, his eyes cold and serious, pupils like thin slits on the lighter color of his eyes.
“We need to reach the main camp. There should be waking alarm in three, two, one-”
There was Reveille. Unlike Human world one, it was deeper and lower in sound, making it more demonic.
Exactly when the sky was getting lighter for 5 minutes, it rumbled from the loudspeakers.
So they monitor daylight since there's no sun?
“Let's go. They are gathering.” he said, nudging your leg with his tail.
“O-okay.” You answered, looking at him one more time before he started walking. The look on his face… was more intimidating than you thought. Did you miss something?
When you walked, you reached the camp part of the island. You can know why it's called Skeletal Pufferfish. There's a lot going on… most of the things here are probably venomous and deadly too. Yet no one stopped you from going here? Will you be safe with Levi?
You would be. Because this guy who's now walking in front of you pulled you to his right side when other demons are on the left. Why is he walking to the front? Others are lined up in a row? Tip of his tail swinging to the sides.
Demons here looked all different. A Devildom military exists, that's for sure. But you didn't think they would be so organized and calm. Since there are ones who work as guards, and also normal demons. Part of the royal army is here too, and they look the most accustomed to them all.
But why are you and Levi in front of them, since Captains are on the other side?!
“Attention!” One demon in front of everyone shouted, both his voice and appearance harsh enough to scare. He's probably one of the royal Capitans. “Admiral, I declare the full readiness of the privates for training.”
“Ah.” Leviathan nodded with approval. His face was stony and not moved by anything.
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!
The training they got was… actual training. They did workout, then strategy ideas for later possible actions. They trained in water. But additionally you could see what kind of fights demons would have. They actually had special moves using tails or wings. They had to train them as well. And humans are complaining about leg day when they workout, when flying demons need to carry weight over twice times heavier than them. Tailed demons are taught to use them so it's good for the Navy. Especially in swimming and in water.
Devildom navy is not the same as a human one. They don't have ships or submarines. They don't use them nor need them. They have magic. They have creatures. Some of them are water demons. Someone like Leviathan, who stood near you the whole training. And also, he didn't train at all. He was the one who gave the orders only.
So by saying he needs to go on training camp, they meant that he needs to teach others?
You could be shocked at how different he acted. His title or Admiral was really shocking, but fitting for now. He looked like one. Someone who clearly was able to rule over the whole Navy army, even in crisis.
Even if someone judged, he came in the water and showed them what he can do. All of these training, he was able to do. Everything with his tail. Swimming. Sitting underwater. Enduring water pressure. Diving. All of that was demolished by him, leaving newbies speechless. No one questioned him ever again. They just moved like their Admiral told them to. And you? You just could stay in your place and watch them, being offered a chair by the same Demon Captain from earlier, who gave his subordinates out to train.
You looked at them tire themselves, fighting small sea creatures. And you finally knew that Skeletal pufferfish exists. But they were as big as dolphins and decided to nibble on training demons. That was part of the training. Leviathan also went to water, to demonstrate once. He was attacked, but he didn't scream and ran. He just drove the pufferfish away, making it run away after he flighted it. Without change in his expression, he came out, completely fine, even without a scratch.
Where's that Levi who hid under a blanket because he didn't want his older brother to find him?
You looked at him coming out of the water during last training for that day. Where he monitored others holding their breath. Without even gasping for air, he casually walked out, to the beach, running fingers through his wet hair. Black suit he usually wears now is even more tight around his slender build. And it made you remember that he got a slim swimmer body again. Black material clasping to his skin, showing you toned muscles. You could feel blood running to your cheeks.
He came closer, taking a towel from the rusty demon near you, nodding. Later on, he left you alone with Leviathan, screaming to his subordinates that training is ending for today.
So it'll last 3 weeks more…?
Oh my… you thought, being hypnotized by a demon in front of you, who moved his tail around, getting off the last droplets of water. Dark scales glistening just like his clothes… Horns accompanying the wet hair.
“Come inside. It'll get cold after some time. It's already late.” He told you, pulling you out of the thoughts because you could imagine something more naughty…
“Oh, sure.” You said, following him when he waited just next to you, walking by your side.
You still don't know where Levi is, but now… you can't complain!
When you reached the big tent, you realized he got a separate one as well. And you… will sleep with him alone for the next 3 weeks?!
Your mind stopped for a bit, and before you looked up, you realized he's holding an entrance open for you. Orange eyes staring into yours when he waited patiently without a word.
You knew Levi is tall… but was he THAT TALL always?!
You were standing just in front of him, realizing that he looks so intimidating that he resembles a giant. Without hunched shoulders, and without baggy shirt he looks–
“Hot…”
“What?”
You slammed your hand on your mouth realizing you said it out loud.
“... Never knew you're a cold-loving girl.” He said, putting hand on your back, slightly pushing you inside.
“W-Well…” you mumbled, suddenly shy and embarrassed.
“You can wash up in the corner. I'll get you warm water. I can't have you wash me in the sea.” He said casually and moved towards the small brick fireplace installed, wanting to heat the tent up for the night.
He acts normal… he's really nice and a gentleman.
After lighting fire, he stood up, pulling tight long sleeved shirts, trying to take them off. Your eyes immediately darted to his toned abs, and they didn't want to rip off. When he took it off, his shoulder muscles tensed, making your sanity go.
“Hold your horses!” You said quickly, startling him.
“What happened?!” He asked with widened eyes.
“You said someone is bullying you here and what happened here is you being hot?!”
“W-wha-?!” He backed up, his usual self finally peeking out. A small blush on his cheeks. “W-Well. They bully me at home after I come back! They somehow know everything I'm doing here and they laugh at me saying I look weird!”
“I can totally understand them.”
“HUUUH?!”
“I would be surprised to see my shut-in brother looking and acting like a confident navy admiral.” Hot, you would say if you weren't even more embarrassed than him.
“I act so differently?!”
“Yes you are. And no, do not stop.”
“Mhp?” He mumbled as you came closer to him, seizing the size difference between you two. Of course demons are taller than humans. But Levi right now? With a thin waist and broad shoulders? With tightened muscles? It's so– “MC?”
He scowled when you put your hand on his chest. Cold skin feeling surprisingly good under your fingers. He looked aside with red cheeks.
“Oh no Levi. Now it's not time to be shy.” You mocked, still remembering his Admiral self. “Behavior you showed before…”
You circled your finger on his chest, going down to his abdomen. He whimpered a little and trembled under a slight tease on his skin.
“Can we do something? Since you were so good all day?” You flirted, pushing him towards the tent wall. The taut fabric sagged a little behind his back.
“S-something?”
“Don't be cute now. I want Admiral Leviathan in front of me.” You grinned.
“F-for real?”
“For. REAL.”
“But…”
“Admiral Leviathan is still my Levi.” You said, letting your hands wander on him.
He groaned a bit, but accepted the challenge. It's still him. He catched your hand, and started walking, forcing you to back up until your back hit the bed. Holding your hands above your head, he looked at you with a serious face again, really going into trance. The cold tail slid onto your legs, moving under your pants up, from ankles, above the knee.
“I swear, if you tell Mammon or Asmo any of this…”
“Don't worry, I won't. What our Admiral plans now~?”
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༺✧A/N: Me - trying to write badass moment for Levi. Also me remembering what I done to him in few of my fics… (• ▽ •;) Thanks for reading!
After finals, MC is stupid exhausted since little of the material they've learned is stuff you go over in the human realm and cramming was the only way they'd get a decent grade on their finals. But it's over now and they need sleep! MC just KNOWS someone's going to end up in their room at some point and wake them up, so whose bed do they flop into instead?
Lucifer
you walk into the doorway of the living room where everyone is gathered, looking exhausted, announce "i'm giong to sleep. if anyone even thinks about waking me up or doing anything that would wake me up, i will make them eat Solomon's cooking." before stalking off down the hall.
As you stumble towards your room you realize that you literally have no privacy in your own and room and with whats left of your brain power, you turn towards Lucifer's bedroom, no one ever bothers him or causes a scene in his room, garunteeing you silence for easy sleep.
Lucifer wants to tell you off, but the threat is real. even if you didn't look so dead tired he could tell by your tone you very well meant it.
Lucifer wonders for a moment if he should get you to eat and drink something, but he's seen your progressively worsening dark circles and hes positive that you won't stay awake long enough to get much down, so he resolves to bring you a treat and set it in your room later for you to awaken to.
its a few hours later when all of his own work is done. finals are over and with the last bit of work done, break had started.
Lucifer walks into his room to put the work down and out of the way for the time being, but freezes in his doorway.
you're laid on his bed, face down, one shoe off, the other half off, your bag dropped on the floor a few feet from his bed, and soft muffled snoring reaches his ear.
once Lucifer gets over his surprise, he smirks, but gently closes the door and keeps his eyes on you as he puts his work down before moving closer to you.
you're not even all the way on his bed, your legs are hanging off the side and your school uniform doesn't seem to be undone at all.
well aware that won't be comfortable, Lucifer carefully untucks and opens the other side of his blankets and sheet before tapping your forehead, placing a sleeping spell on you to keep you from waking so he can take your overcoat and sheos off, at the least, before placing you in his bed and tucking you in.
its takes you 12 hours to wake up, and he watches from a chair as you stumble to the bathroom, pausing at the sight of him for a moment with bleary eyes, before you drop back into his bed and are back asleep right away.
the next time you wake up Lucifer isn't there, but he's left you some danishes and a bottle of water. your'e still in his bed when he returns and by then its night again, so he crawls into bed with you and pulls you close as you both sleep.
Mammon
you walk into the doorway of the living room where everyone is gathered, looking exhausted, announce "i'm giong to sleep. if anyone even thinks about waking me up or doing anything that would wake me up, i will make them eat Solomon's cooking." before stalking off down the hall.
As you stumble towards your room you realize that you literally have no privacy in your own and room and with what's left of your brain power, you keep going and head to Mammon's room. no one ever goes to Mammon's room, so it's probably the place you'll get the best sleep.
Mammon is terrified at the threat and goes stiff, watching as you stumble away. for once he thinks about it before opening your door when he gets annoyed about something and wants to spend time with you. and after thinking about it, his hand on your door handle, he decides to just not and stalks off to his own room, pouting the whole way.
when he gets to his room he walks right past his bed to the couch, flops on it, and the remote is in his hand before he registers the body in his bed.
he jolts up and looks over the couch at you, curled up in his bed and fast asleep, soft snoring coming from you.
cue Mammon going bright red, and just staring at you for a minute before he scrambles up and goes over to look at you as closely as he dares. you're on your side across his bed, looking so peaceful and it's just too damn cute! his heart can't take it!
Mammon wants to actually get you in his bed, but he's scared to move you and wake you up (he absolutely does NOT want to have to eat Solomon's cooking, no thank you), so instead he snags a few blankets and covers you with two of them before settling down on his couch to play on his phone and keep an eye on you. maybe he should order some food for you to eat when you wake up?
when do you inevitably wake up, Mammon shoots up from his couch and watches you, staying oddly quiet and silently offering you a half melted smoothie and a burrito. you stop and snag both from him, sitting on the couch with him and watching tv but not paying attention to it. once your food is gone you flop over onto his shoulder, asleep within a minute again after it.
Mammon's gone completely stiff and has no idea what to do, but he wraps one arm around you and eventually texts Asmo for help once his face is no longer related to a tomato. his brother helps him move you both so you're laying down with your head on Mammon's chest. Asmo takes so many pictures that go on his Devilgram and the cuteness of post finals snuggles goes viral.
Leviathan
you walk into the doorway of the living room where everyone is gathered, looking exhausted, announce "i'm going to sleep. if anyone even thinks about waking me up or doing anything that would wake me up, I will make them eat Solomon's cooking." before stalking off down the hall.
As you stumble towards your room you realize that you literally have no privacy in your own and room and with whats left of your brain power, you double back and easily slip into Leviathan's room, dropping into his bathtub bed. It's dark, quiet, his fish tank is just really soothing, and Levi never lets his brothers in his room, he has protection on his door to keep them out for that reason. It's perfect.
Levi gulps at your dead zombie expression and absolutely terrifying threat if you're woken up and mentally swears he won't even go near your room until you come out to make sure he doesn't get caught up in the doling of the punishment if something happens. and obviously the best way to avoid you is to go to his room.
that turns out to be a FUCKING BUST because he walks in to find your foot hooked over the side of his bed and he Cant Avoid You if youre IN HIS BED!!
oh shit oh shit he's seen this in his anime and manga but what the hell is he supposed to do when it's real life?! Levi's panicking but he hears his brother's voices and before he can think it through, quickly closes his door to avoid them seeing him or seeing you in his room. he should- yeah, you're trying to sleep and if you'd come to his room, that means you think his room is the best place to sleep, so he needs to make sure it stays that way!
Levi's a man on a mission until he stops to realize what this means and once again panics, bright red, until he decides he needs to just focus and move around. it takes him half an hour to carefully edge close enough to remove your shoes and then he tries to grab your leg to tuck it into his bed, but you move when he's barely touched you.
Levi jolts back, heat beating fast and absolutely not moving or even breathing until you've curled into his bed and he's positive you're asleep again. thank fucking diavolo, that was clsoe! (it wasn't, you were dead to the world, but Levi was positive you'd been awake for a minute when he touched you).
with that over Levi lays a blanket over you and wonders what to do, he cna tgame becuase he gets heated and yells and he can't watch most of his anime's becuase he gets emotional and yells.
in the end he decides to open Mononoke Land on his handheld system since its a chill game and he won't have to worry about waking you up playing it.
when you wake up he goes as still a stone, waking up from where he's sleeping in his bean bag when you walk past him, until you stumble back out of his bathroom and flop bakc into his bed, gasping for breath when he hears you're asleep again. after that Levi deicded to have food and water out for you when you wake up. but his stuuf he hoards in his room you probably shouldn't eat yet, you should have something better for you?
He ends up texting Beel and then Lcuifer, questioning what he should have for you. Beel's suggestion is to have a lot of options for you to choose from, but Levi knows when he finally gets sleep after not getting much at all that he really doesn't want to have to pick from a bunch of stuff. thankfully Lucifer knows the answer better so he gets some cheese fries and sticks them in his mini fridge with some elextrolyte water to give you when you get up again.
when you do he reheats it and stumbles over his words, but you take the food and settle down next to him to watch anime. Levi is not paying attention to it, you're sitting too close for that. but then you're done eating and you've had your full of water and hhoooOOOLLYY SSHHIITTT you're asleep on his shoulder!!
Panic! doesn't move and just blankly stares at his tv for the next few hours, not daring to do anything that might wake you up.
Satan
you walk into the doorway of the living room where everyone is gathered, looking exhausted, announce "i'm giong to sleep. if anyone even thinks about waking me up or doing anything that would wake me up, i will make them eat Solomon's cooking." before stalking off down the hall.
As you stumble towards your room you realize that you literally have no privacy in your own and room and with whats left of your brain power, you turn away from your room and you barely have the energy to avoid Satan's books on the floor, but thankfully his bed is empty. the avatar of wrath is considerate and while normally you'd worry he'd cause a scene in a fit of anger, Satan would never with you and his brothers don't often venture towards his room if they're mad becuase it makes him mad, so it's pretty chill there.
Satan is amused at your threat, knowing he won't be the one to wake you up, but is concerned at how you look. he's seen how much you've been studying and hes proud all your study sessions seem to have gone well, but Satan decides he should do some research to see what else he can do to help you out when you wake up from the ordeal.
he doesn't expect to see you in his room, much less with your bag dropped among his books without care, all of your clothes still in place, not even your shoes off.
when he, relatively quickly, recovers from the surprise, Satan carefully closes his door, bright red. the fact that you're sleeping in his bed shoes that you both trust him not to wake you up but also that you feel his room is going to be the best place to sleep.
hes beyond flattered and is thankful that around you it's much easier to control his temper. Satan sets your bag aside once he's stopped smiling like a love-sick dumbass like Mammon before taking your shoes off and carefully moving you up. he shushes you when you grumble at being moved around, but he gets you down to your underwear, figuring that's how you'll sleep most comfortably, before tucking you into his perpetually unmade bed.
when you wake up teh first time its the middle of the night and SAtan's asleep too, book on his lap and slumped in his chair. you smile at him but youre quick to go back to sleep. (at this point if you're male, nothing changes. but if you're female, you take your bra off because who would wear that to bed? when Satan sees your bra on the floor when he wakes up, he bluescreens and stares at it for a good five minutes, brihgt red, until he regains his composure and sets it with the rest of your clothes.
when you wake up again you're quickly faced with a blushing Satan thrusting a long t-shirt in your face before huffing about food and water waiting for you. if you don't beat his ass for being a dick right when you've just woken up, you laugh about it and slip the shirt on before moving over so you can both sit on his bed and eat.
you fall asleep on his lap after the food and Satan takes a minute to relax after that, but once he does he find himself running his fingers through or over your hair, smiling at you happily for a bit before laying back to doze off for a bit himself.
Asmodeus
you walk into the doorway of the living room where everyone is gathered, looking exhausted, announce "i'm going to sleep. if anyone even thinks about waking me up or doing anything that would wake me up, I will make them eat Solomon's cooking." before stalking off down the hall.
As you stumble towards your room you realize that you literally have no privacy in your own and room and with what's left of your brain power, you walk past it towards Asmo's room. he might be known for sneaking people into his room, but the demon is the Self Care King and if you need sleep, his bed is going to be the best option for great sleep. and even besides that, Asmo was never going to wake you up, so you're pretty sure you're safe from any annoying shenaniganery.
Asmo is horrified you would ever use Solomon's cooking as a punishment, but he has to admit that, based on his own and his brothers reactions to it, it's a very effective threat.
Asmo is very happy though, he's seen your complexion get worse and your eye bags get bigger since you've been forgoing sleep for studying and he hated it! but you ignored him every time he said otherwise, so no you're finally going to sleep, and once you wake up he's going to make sure you get the best spa day of your life!
with that though, Asmo jumps up and heads to his room to plan out what you'd do when you woke up-
oh my diavolo you're sleeping in his bed and it's so cute!!
Asmo's first reation is to snap picture after picture of you and post it to his devilgram, gushing about how you just came in to sleep after finals and he found you like this!
then, despite how much he wants to show more of you, he sets his phone aside on silent and finds himself just adiring your sleeping face for a few minutes. you've flopped face first onto his bed, face buried in his pillows, bag in the middle of his room and one shoe hanging onto your heel by a thread, the other half under his bed.
Asmo, once he's gotten his fill of watching you (for the time being), lights a candle with a sleeping potion in it and lets you breathe it in a bit to make sure you wont wake up as he strips you of your RAD uniform, slips you into some of your favorite pj's, and gets you into his bed properly for some rest.
Asmo leaves his room for a while after that, leaving to go shopping for some special things to use for your spa day when you wake up, deciding to also grab you some yummy treats and a drink on his way back. he convinces Levi to let him borrow his minifridge for your stuff and snuggles up to you that night for cuddles. he knows when you get up and uses his bathroom but opens the blankets again when you come back to let you crawl back into bed.
the next time you get up Asmo leads you to his chaise and gives you the warmed up pastries and drink, chatting quietly and gently with you, asking if you're still tired after that. you are so he gets you back to bed and chills until you're ready to be awake and take care of yourself with him.
Beelzebub
you walk into the doorway of the living room where everyone is gathered, looking exhausted, announce "i'm giong to sleep. if anyone even thinks about waking me up or doing anything that would wake me up, i will make them eat Solomon's cooking." before stalking off down the hall.
As you stumble towards your room you realize that you literally have no privacy in your own and room and with whats left of your brain power, you head farther down the hall and slip into the twins room, dropping onto Beel's bed, knowing their room is quiet and that Beel isn't going to bother you or be bothered by you sleeping on his bed. you've done it before so it's the most logical conclusion.
Beel's hurt and horrified you would ever make them eat Solomon's cooking, none of Luifer's punishments have ever been that cruel!
later, when he's gotten some food from the kitchen for a snack before dinner, he makes sure he tiptoes when he walks by your room. Beel's very proud of himself for making it past your room silently, pushing his door open and barely stopping it from slamming into the wall when it does, seeing you on his bed just in time.
why are you on his bed? is something wrong with your room and no one knows yet? Beel's very confused as he sets his food down as quietly as he can before closing the door. he doesn't want to wake you up, but Lucifer will yell at him if he eats his food outside of his bedroom. Beel eats slower than normal, taking care to be quiet, watching you the whole time until Belphie walks in and also freezes at the sight of you.
unlike Beel, Belphie grins. Beel wonders what belphie picked up on that he didn't, he knows he can be oblivious sometimes but doesn't quite understand yet why you're here instead of your room. you've slept in his bed before, obviously, but-
that's why. Belphie laughs softly at him. they've slept in your bed and know that it's quiet here, our brothers are going to bother them if they're sleeping here instead of their own room.
Beel lights up at the knowledge that you trust them, but more importantly, him. you find his bed safe and comfortable and even though Belphie's bed is right there and the avatar of sloth is the perfect person to snuggle and sleep with to get a good rest, you're in his bed.
he blushes at it and grins to himself, happy, finishing his food before he moves and carefully tugs your shoes off of you and nabs your coat so you can sleep better before heading down to dinner. Lucifer chews him out for eating the contents of the fridge right before dinner but Beel's not too bothered by it, your presence in his room sticking to the back of his mind through the meal.
when he gets back he tries to wait, since both you and belphie are asleep now, but he knows he wants to sleep in his bed, so he carefully nudges you over and crawls in behind you, pulling you into his arms so you won't roll out during the night and falls asleep, happpy at having your warmth.
and when you're awake, Beel wakes up the moment you move. its fine if you come right bakc to sleep, but if he can sense your hunger, you better believe this man is picking you up and carrying you to the kitchen, making you drink water (mostly on that half awake autopilot eveyone has) as he gets you both some food. No matter what time it is, Beel's set and ready to get the best food in the fridge he can find in you before you fall asleep again on his shoulder. it makes eating his own food hard, but Beel will manage just fine if it means you get the sleep you need.
Belphegor
you walk into the doorway of the living room where everyone is gathered, looking exhausted, announce "i'm giong to sleep. if anyone even thinks about waking me up or doing anything that would wake me up, i will make them eat Solomon's cooking." before stalking off down the hall.
As you stumble towards your room you realize that you literally have no privacy in your own and room and with whats left of your brain power, you head farther down the hall and slip into the twins room. after a moment of deliberation, you fall into Belphie's bed. not only does no one ever come into the twins room, when they do they're quiet about it. and if you're in Belphie's bed, it's pretty much guaranteed you'll have the best sleep of your life.
belphie was already asleep after being awake all day for finals, but he woke up to the sound of your voice. he only cauhgt part of it, but the message was loud and clear and a very good threat, if Lucifer doesn't use that against them he should get Satan to help him use it on Lucifer.
Belphie is back asleep once you've stopped talking, full well knowing he's not going to be the one to wake you up. that's fucking funny, the constantly sleeping avatar of sloth waking you up? its preposterous. annoying to avoid your room so it doesn't happen, but not impossible.
Belphie has his nap out in the living room until dinner, where he decides he's full when he almost falls asleep in his food and goes off to his bedroom.
only to find you in his bed.
. . . what, did you think that was going to stop him?
Belphie just smirks, knowing you knew exactly what you were doing, wanting, and asking for by doing that, before crawling into bed with you. he breathes a sleeping spell over you so he can strip those pesky clothes off of you without worrying about you stirring.
similar to Asmo, he slips some pj's on you after stripping you down to your underwear. not your favorite pair, the pair he stole from you to keep in his room for times like this, because it was bound to happen (and he was right).
when you wake up he lets you go, knowing you're barely awake and will come right back to bed. he can feel it when your body starts stirring, needing food and water, so its easy to shoot Beel a text asking him to bring you some. Beel of course brings enough for an army, aka, the three of you, and Belphie keeps you in his bed while you eat, making you drink plenty of water beofre he lets you drop back to sleep like he knew you would.
when when youre rested enough that you actually want to get up? good luck, hes got a tight grip when hes asleep and Belphie's hard to wake up, he wont want to let go awake either, so you're gonna be stuck for a while.
Bonus Round
you walk into the doorway of the living room where everyone is gathered, looking exhausted, announce "i'm going to sleep. if anyone even thinks about waking me up or doing anything that would wake me up, i will make them eat Solomon's cooking." before stalking off down the hall.
you don't go to your room, thats going to quickly backfire since demons dont understand that you like any sort of privacy and just barge in and SOMEONE is going to forget your threat and walk in or fight outside your door. so where do you go? the quietest place in the whole house.
the attic.
its two hours before anyone tries to check on you and realize your not in your room. the demons then look in their rooms and all over the house, but you're seemingly nowhere to be found.
it ends up being Belphie, who's worried but exhausted, sneaking up to the attic to take a nap that finds you there.
you think he's going to tell the others about the spot and out both your sleeping place and his favorite napping spot? lol, that's funny. Belphie just smirks, happy he knows where you are and thus you're safe, so he curls around you to sleep too.
Lucifer finds you both 30 minutes later after Belphie disappears along with you, deadpanning and annoyed to find you two asleep in the attic. but at least you were ok, and Belphie should have at least texted everyone he found you, but he can punish his brother later, when you're not snorting in his arms.
then he'll either move you to his room or leave you here with a barrier up to keep his brothers from bothering you. it'll depend on how he feels once he drags Belphie out of the attic.
Hard Round
after your announcement, you don't even stay in the house of lamentation, belatedly realizing this house is nothing but chaos and you'll never get any sleep here without getting woken up.
bitch you're not even there, so when the brothers realize you're not in your room and then can't find you, they fucking panic.
Option 1 = Lucifer calls diavolo like 'we lost mc' and explains and Diavolo is just trying not to laugh because a few hours ago you walked into his bedroom as he was finishing getting dressed, completely ignored him, and faceplanted on his bed, falling asleep right away.
(diavolo is a busy man but he has more servants and attendatns than just barbatos, so when you finally wake up instead of getting to drop back to sleep, a pair of maids or butlers (depending on your gender) is already waiting and they brush your hair and get your dressed before nudging you along to Diavolo's ffice, where you stand inside the door blinking blearily, NOT ready to be awake yet and pissed about it. he realizes the mistake and within 5 minutes youre on his couch, head on a large pillow and a blanket draped over you.)
option 2 = Asmo panic calls Barbatos for help, almost in tears because they LOST MC! hes waiting for the demon to calm down to inform him that you were fine. you'd shown up at his door looking like you were about to pass out, groaned a greeting at him, and did in fact pass out on his bed.
(even though he's generally not supposed to, Barbaots peeks into the future a bit more than usual so he knows when you'll be awake and can have fresh food and water there when you do. if you let him he'll help you dress and feed you once you're a bit more awake, but if you want to sleep more after that he'll be ready and have chores doled out so he can lay down with you for a while.)
Stupid Easy Round
after your announcement, you don't even stay in the house of lamentation, blatedly realizing this house is nothing but chaos and you'll never get any sleep here without getting woken up.
bitch you're not even there, so when the brothers realize you're not in your room and then can't find you, they fucking panic.
if you pass out in Simeon's bed his snitch ass is going to call Lucifer before he even realises you're not in the HoL to let him know you're snoring away on his bed after walking in, dropping your bag, and zonking out the second your head hit his pillow after muttering something about not waking you up.
(Simeon keeps an eye on you, but he still has things to do. he has luke bring you food and when Luke doesn't come back, he finds Luke weakling struggling in your grip to get out. Simeon's not going to take him away from you though, so despite Luke's whispered protests, Simeon only grabs the dishes and leaves him there. when he comes back Luke is cuddling you right back and is very much fast asleep. it's just too cute and he sends the picture to the group chat with everyone. its becomes Diavolo's favorite pictures (Barbatos too, he loves you and his adoptive angel son. but both of you together? perfect. Simeon feels the same way).
Hilarious as Shit Impossible Round
HA
youre not dumb enough to leave the HoL in your condition!
but you also know actually getting sleep would be a whole ass miracle in this house
it take those idiots an hour to realize youre not in your bed and three more to look fucking everywhere for you and get a search party going.
lucifer goes down to get cerberus to try and track you, everyone thinking you somehow got kiddnapped
only to find you passed out on his dog who was happily guarding you while you slept, being more quiet and than Luccifer thought he was capable of.
many pictures are taken as Lucifer laments how embarrassing this is. It's literally his basement and despite how utterly ridiculous it is, none of them even checked it.
Several pictures are posted online. you go viral and within a day you also become a viral meme. the sheer audacity and 'dont give a fuck' energy it takes to take a nap on cerberus makes you more famous than being an exchange student ever could
and of course all of this happens before you wake up, so imagine your surprise to waking up internet famous.
well at least the memes are great, and the picture is pretty cute as well as being badass.
(the next time you go viral its also because you didnt sleep and there was an actual search party this time and Solomon is the dumbass genius bastard who thinks to check the palace catacombs and sure enough finds you asleep on Henry I)
Oh my god this is hilarious I love this. I love that every section details how they would have woken you up because of course they would. This is great. This is perfect. I love this. What a great writer.
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