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Ask 12 for the Game: A Different Kind of Pride (Masterlist)

V - Voice (anything to do with the way they sound/them speaking)

Notes: there's no actual smut but it's still hella suggestive so MDNI!

Warnings: just reader being really turned on, voice kink

Characters involved: Diavolo

Female reader, you/yours

You didn't understand why this was happening to you.

You had been by Diavolo's side during diplomatic meetings countless times, always helping him negotiate with annoyed demons and bring up facts he might have overlooked.

The lack of a royal status above your head was never questioned with Diavolo's hand on your waist and allowed you to observe his meetings and indulge in the sense of pride you felt at his professionalism.

However, just because you weren't an important figure didn't mean that you behaved like a monkey at a ball, and knew better than to act amateurish or get in the way.

You had always been quite put-together and professional during diplomatic meetings, so what was so different today?

You knew what, after all, you had been hyper fixated on that factor for the past hour.

Even when discussing serious matters, Diavolo generally held an air of casualness that put the entire room at ease and made him sound like the Dia you knew and loved. However, the current meeting's affairs required a more serious approach.

If only Diavolo's voice didn't get an octave or two deeper whenever he switched from your Dia to Prince Diavolo, perhaps you could somehow refrain from squirming at his side as you watched him discuss the riots occurring in the east.

You wanted to remain professional, really, you did, but how could you focus on anything but his voice when Diavolo's tone suddenly sounded so devilishly attractive?

One would think that your sudden fixation on his voice would be enough for you to actually listen to what he said, but no, instead you found yourself with a blank mind and clenched legs whenever you heard the familiar hum of his voice.

To make matters worse, Diavolo definitely knew what was going on with you. Or at least, the sudden hand caressing the skin right under the hem of your skirt suggested he did.

"Right, darling?"

He was teasing you, you knew he was, yet you couldn't help but simply nod and drop a small 'of course' in order to make the diplomats turn away from you and back towards their prince.

Their prince who was currently rubbing small circles into your thigh as he slowly moved his hand higher and higher.

"Now, all that remains is the assignation, correct?"

Usually, it would be Barbatos who addressed such matters and closed the meetings, but Diavolo couldn't possibly pass up on the opportunity of teasing you a little more, especially not when he felt your legs once again subconsciously clench as he spoke.

If only you had known you had such a prevalent voice kink, you could have saved yourself the embarrassment of sitting through a meeting where Diavolo was actually serious for once.

However, your obliviousness forced you to remain by his side and occasionally quip in as Diavolo finished off the meeting.

Thankfully, Diavolo was nice enough to retract his hand and let it rest on your knee while he dismissed the diplomats, with it only moving to lightly hold your waist once the room was empty again.

He had you leaning against the dark wood table in the centre of his conference room the second they left, however, you didn't mind, in fact, you were the one to lean forward and hungrily kiss him.

Diavolo let you indulge in your sudden spike of passion for a moment or two, with his other hand dropping to your waist so he could push you further against the table until the two of you were pressed up against each other.

However, he was quick to pull away the second your kiss got a little too heated and your hands trailed a little too low.

"If I had known you had such an affliction for my voice, I would use it more in the bedroom."

"Why don't you use it now?"

Diavolo chuckled at your question, leaning down to drop a chaste kiss on your lips even as you felt his hands leave your waist.

"Unfortunately, it will have to wait until tonight."

You couldn't even pretend to be unaffected as you watched Diavolo and Barbatos leave the room, noticing the way the latter sent you an amused grin at the annoyed whine you let out.

Diavolo was certainly an intoxicating demon.

Meep

A pair of wings - huge, black vulture wings, far too large on her tiny body - were the only things that suggested she was divine.

The general shifted his weight from foot to foot. Obviously respect had to be given to gods, but… “Er - I’m sorry, I was invoking Ares? The god of war?”

The child god shrunk in on herself, and pulled the shawl over her shoulders. She muttered something. “Sorry?” the general asked.

“Ares is the god of slaughter,” the child god said in a slightly louder voice. “Not war.”

The general looked at the priest. The priest shrugged, clearly lost at sea. “Well,” the general said, “then maybe Athena? Goddess of tactics in war?”

“Tactics,” the child god repeated. “Not war.”

There was a long, ugly silence, as the huge vulture wings shifted with the whisper of brushing feathers. “My name is - was - Iphigenia. Daughter of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae, commander of the Greeks who stormed the walls of Troy. When my father disgraced Artemis, and the winds of Greece would not blow her battleships to Troy, I was brought to Aulis. For my wedding, I was told. I was-”

She sobbed. Teardrops dribbled off her chin and fell to the temple floor. “I was fourteen. And then I was brought to the highest altar in Aulis, and - and then - and-”

Another sob. “I was fourteen,” she said.

The vulture wings draped over her, and she disappeared under the cloak of black feathers. When they parted, and when the child god looked up at the general, he fell backwards. Those eyes. Eyes he’d seen a thousand times in battle -

“I am the true spirit of war, general,” the child god said. “I am the goddess of bloodshed, of sacrifice, of the slaughter of innocents. I am invoked when men ravage, burn and pillage. I am invoked when mothers cry out, when sons die, when daughters are stolen. I hear it all, general. I have heard it all since the fall of Troy.”

It instead wearies the human soul, steals fathers from mothers, mothers from children, children from their future. Destroys families and drinks the blood of human life until all that is left is the howling abyss of what could have been, of lives that ended before they began, of potential that will never be reached.

i'm sleep deprived and i've traded my sanity for this mobile game, so please take this quiz to find out your "obey me" kin char 💖

Sorry that I couldn't get it to share my result properly lol. But this was fun!

So it goes like this:

So you have three dwarves see ? Like the little bearded guys in Lord of the Rings. You know there's a trop with dwarves that they're underground and mine for precious ore, and so that's what our three guys are doing.

See, there's three dwarves, like, bearded little shouty men from the classic fantasy setting. They need to go to the mine. It's probably their job, they probably go to the mine every single day, it's not the important part. The important part is that they each get their tools :

The first one gets a shovel,

The second one gets a pickaxe,

The first one gets a shovel,

The second one gets a pickaxe,

I'm getting a few French people who don't seem to know the joke which means it is my great pleasure to tell you, and so today, in case it might help, here it is, in French:

2.

3.

???

It's the story of three dwarves (we don't have any more context, maybe they're brothers, maybe they're neighbors, in any case it seems like they go to the same mine or at least to mines that are reasonably close to each other so maybe they're coworkers? It would be the safest to assume although it is not stated.) That are going to work in the mines. First one gets a shovel (that's your basic digging tool, pretty good for soft materials and also transporting rocks into a wheelbarrow or a mine cart for example), the second one gets a pickaxe (can't effectively break rocks with a shovel now can they, you have to bring a pickaxe)

And for the others here's a hint:

You start with three dwarves. I don't know any French, but the English word dwarf comes from Proto-Germanic *dweraz; from there it may be related to PIE *dhwergwhos, "small object," or it may be part of the Pre-Germanic substrate. These dwarves are going mining, which has been a common trope associated with dwarves for as long as those stories are recorded; which is fitting, since copper and tin would've been very important to the Nordic Bronze Age material culture that gave us *dweraz, and flint and clay equally important to the earlier Corded Ware and Funnelbeaker cultures that preceded it.

Now pay attention, because here's where it gets tricky. The first dwarf gets a shovel (*skublo, from *skeubh-), which is a hand tool for moving earth. The second dwarf gets a pickaxe (*pician + *agw(e)si-), a hand tool for breaking rocks.

And for those who haven't found yet, one last time, with feelings:

We stan the Reverse Magical Girl Transformation™️ amirite?

2-3 to support my neck

1 to prop up my hips/lower back

1-2 to wrap my arms around/hug between my knees

Problem: I can’t leave kudos again.

Beginner: This is a second/third/fourth Kudos

Advanced: This is my second/third/fortieth time reading this, I still love it so much. Here are a few new things I noticed. I like the way you personally do x, y, z compared to other authors I’ve read (in this ship/genre/fandom).

Problem: I don’t know what to say :(

Beginner: Just list what you did to read this fic. “I stayed up late reading this”, “I read this on a crowded train”, “this kept me company while sick”. 

Advanced: X,Y,Z parts made me get butterflies, and I had a physical reaction to this part of the story, I squealed outloud when characters did x,y,z. I blushed at this part. I laughed out loud here. Whatever. 

Problem: I’m embarrassed to leave a comment (what if I annoy the author?)

Beginner: Short answer: you won’t EVER annoy the author (unless you’re needlessly mean) But to start, be generic, you don’t have to spill your soul in the comments section. “I liked this” “I enjoyed reading this” “nice fic”.

Advanced: This really meant a lot to me that you wrote this. This is something I feel like I’ve always wanted to read. This fic hit me in all the right places. Etc. 

Problem: I don’t know how to express myself/my experience 

@christinawayne : idk if requests are open butttttt may I request Lucifer x reader on her period scenario? Maybe he cuddles her and rubs her tummy?🥲🥲 love ur workkk :))

Tw: Anything regarding the female's menstrual cycle

Fluff

Every month, Mc's womb wants a baby, and when she doesn't make one, her body decides to become petty and take revenge by giving her the most painful cramps in the entire three worlds, and, well, basically making her hormones go crazy and emotions haywire.

Today was unfortunately one of those days.

Eyelids slowly fluttering open, pain hit her lower stomach like a trainwreck, a headache forming between her brows as she let out a groan. She was curled up in a ball, hating her incapability to do anything but lay there.

She hates periods.

"Good morning, my love," a voice from the doorway said, and she peeked over to see her Lucifer standing there, water and painkillers prepared in his hands and a look of concern subtle on his face. "I see you're awake."

"My saviour..." she whispered, almost tearing up at seeing the love of her life, walking over to her and setting the tray down on the bedside table. As the bed dipped down besides her, she took the glass of water and swallowed two pills, careful to not spill any onto the mattress and grateful for the temporary remody.

"Is there anything else I can do to help?" Lucifer asked, in a voice so soft, so exclusive for only her, she's once again reminded on why she fell for him in the first place. Taking her hand in his, Lucifer thumbed her knuckles as he asks "perhaps you'd like breakfast in bed?"

"No thanks..." she shook her head, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Can we cuddle?"

He engulfed her in his arms, wrapping them around her protectively and laying down with her.

"Of course, my love."

Lucifer held her, her back to his chest as a hand soothingly rubbed over her bare stomach, providing heat in the affected area. It was comforting, she thought, the pain lessening as she sank further into his embrace . Fluttering kisses were placed onto her neck and cheeks, and one on her lips before his head rest above hers, his hand gently caressing her lower stomach and the other messaging any sore places.

"Better?" he whispered, barely there that she could've easily missed it.

"Much better," she closed her eyes, feeling loved and full with Lucifer with her.

"Love you."

The hand stopped for the briefest of moment before it continued.

"I love you, too."

A/N: Multiple times I caught myself writing in second-person's P.o.v (You/Yours) and had to go back to fix it... So that's that. Also, soft Luci is best Luci. Hope you enjoyed this~

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor.

Tw: None

Fluffy fluff fluff

It was normal for Lucifer to stay up late, between the political work Diavolo had trusted onto him as well as having to account for his brothers' money expenses... This was another one of those nights.

His eyes were tired when he glanced at the time, sighing as he noted it was well past 3 in the morning. He should get some sleep.

Pushing away the paperwork for the night -and actualy being responsible about his mental health for once, Lucifer made his way towards his bedroom. He smiled when he saw you sleeping soundly on the bed. You were clutching his pillow, snuggling into his scent with a peaceful look upon your face- the definition of an ethereal beauty.

After changing into some comfortable night robes, he climbed into bed next to you when he heard you mutter his name.

Lucifer froze. Did he wake you up?

A glance to your direction denies that he did. You must be dreaming of him, he mused as he carefully manoeuvered your body to spoon you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You smiled.

He's glad even in your unconscious state you recognized him as your lover.

Mammon cursed himself. The photoshoot wasn't supposed to last this long! You and him had already planned an entire date together- tickets to the latest movie then dinner at a restaurant, and maybe some cuddle time back at the House of Lamentation...