He'd never let his brothers catch him, but sometimes, when he has an especially large workload and he's working late into the night, Lucifer will take a thin silver case from his desk drawer. From the case, he will remove a thin cigarette. He holds it loosely between his fingers and lights it with a breath from his tight lips.
The first long inhale sends his eyes fluttering closed, dark brows relaxing and tension leaving his broad shoulders as he blows the white smoke out to dissolve in the warm air of his office. It's a private, quiet moment. The only sounds that can be heard throughout the house are the crackling of various fireplaces and the slow, steady breaths of his sleeping brothers.
“That’ll kill you, y’know,” a light voice murmurs from the doorway.
His chuckle is dry and slightly bitter as he replies, “Not in any way that matters.”
His ruby eyes flutter open and he smiles at the figure in the door. They’re dwarfed by the architecture of the house, loose bedclothes and mussed hair making them appear almost as a child in his eyes, though they’re smaller than any demon child he’s ever seen.
“What are you doing awake, little dove?” he rumbles, sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs. “You have class tomorrow.”
The figure shrugs their shoulders and smiles ruefully, sleepy amusement glimmering in their eyes. “I woke up about an hour ago. Can’t get back to sleep. I figured you might still be up.”
He makes a small noise of understanding, watching them cross the massive room until they stand before him. They reach their small hand up to take the cigarette from between his fingers and it looks like a cigar in their hand. They carefully put it out in the crystal ashtray on his desk, then climb up into his lap, curling against his chest with a sigh.
“I’d only gotten one hit off of that,” Lucifer says wryly, running his fingers down their arm.
“That’s one too many,” the little human yawns, their eyes falling closed.
He huffs out a laugh, then picks his pen back up from its holder on his desk. He continues his work with one arm cradling the human against his chest, warmth spreading through him as he listens to their soft breaths. It’s better than any cigarette anyway.
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One
“Here ya go, ladies,” Ashura says. “A flagon of mead for Sifuu, a pint of ale for Delphi, and an ormuu milk lassi for Delaila. Enjoy.”
“Thanks, Ashura!” Delphi chirps, giving him a bright, glassy smile as he turns to go back to the counter. He gives her a gentle smile and pats her shoulder before he goes, his low chuckle almost drowned out by Delaila’s laughter.
She waits until Ashura reaches the check-in counter before leaning over the table and teasing, “Sifuu, when are ye goin’ to ask him out? Ye’ve been givin’ Ashura eyes for years now!”
Delphi nearly spits out her beer at Delaila’s words, but catches herself and coughs, “I’d like to know the answer, too, please!”
Sifuu’s normally lavender cheeks flush a dusty violet and her eyes go wide. It’s a reaction Delphi’s never seen before, though she does recall through her alcohol-induced haze the retired monster hunter mentioning more than once that she’d been thinking about asking the innkeeper out. She hadn’t realized how much feeling was actually behind her musings.
Before she has to reply, Sifuu’s gaze focuses behind Delphi and she breaks out in a wide smile.
“Well, would you look at what the palcat dragged in!” Her voice is booming as usual, and she nearly overturns her drink waving in the direction of the inn’s entrance. Delphi doesn’t have time to look back before Sifuu is calling, “Hey Hodari! Haven’t seen you out this late in years!”
Delphi feels her own face heating when she hears Sifuu call Hodari’s name. She downs the entirety of her pint, nearly choking when a hand lands softly on her shoulder.
“Hey, Sifuu,” Hodari chuckles, squeezing Delphi’s shoulder lightly. “I was actually out lookin’ for Delphi, here.”
Delaila and Sifuu exchange glances and Delphi’s face goes white hot.
“Went out to your plot, but you weren’t home,” he drawls, seemingly unaware of the gears turning in both of the older women’s minds. “Figured I’d check the local waterin’ hole. Got a minute?”
Delphi coughs, wishing for all the world that she had more beer in her glass. She finally turns to look at Hodari, clearing her throat before replying, “Yeah, I can, uh, step out for a minute.”
She pointedly doesn’t look back at Sifuu and Delaila as she follows him out into the cool night. She expects him to stop at the square, probably to ask for her advice or assistance with Najuma, but he surprises her. He leads her from the inn toward Jel’s shop, then around to the back of the building.
“Hodari, what—”
She's cut off by his gloved hands cupping her cheeks. Her heart races at the contact, the drunken haze clouding her mind dissipating immediately. Her awareness narrows down to the soft smile on his lips, the apologetic tilt to his brows, the gentle circles he trace with his thumbs, and the heat beginning to pool in her belly.
“Sorry to pull you away like this, darlin’,” he murmurs, brushing her bottom lip with one thumb. “I was hopin’ I’d find you at home.”
“It’s okay,” Delphi breathes, willing her traitorous eyes to remain open, despite the overwhelming urge to close them and melt into him. “Is something wrong?”
“Nah,” he chuckles, his blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “I’ve just been wantin’ to do this all day.”
He pulls her in closer as he dips his head down, his lips finding her in a tender kiss. It barely lasts a moment, but she feels it like a bolt of lightning. It could be the beer or the cool breeze that rustles her hair and clothes, but she can feel a tingling sensation spread to her fingers and toes. It lingers within her, even as he backs away and bids her good night.
Two
He’s exhausted, knees and back aching, by the time he surfaces from the mines. Cursing under his breath, he realizes he’s lost track of time again. Luna and Ignis are high in the sky, the stars twinkling to the tune of the crickets chirping, but Hodari barely notices any of it as he trudges home. Najuma needs dinner and he still needs to finish up some things in the workshop before he can even think about going to bed or taking a warm bath to soothe his aching joints.
He’s crossing the bridge to the house when he notices the smell of cooking meat and the almost musical sounds of laughter coming from the covered table in the yard. As he approaches, the tension melts from his shoulders and he finds himself smiling.
Najuma sits at the table, chatting animatedly about a new invention while a large pot bubbles on the stove. A familiar figure sits across from her, with pink curls and sparkling violet eyes, listening with rapt attention as Najuma regales her with tales of explosions and collapsed chaapa burrows.
“Well shoot, if I’d known I was comin’ home to dinner, I’d’ve been home sooner,” Hodari jokes, propping his pick against the table.
“Dad,” Najuma groans, rolling her eyes while he chuckles.
“I’m just playin’, Najuma,” he laughs. The warm smile on Delphi’s face as she rises to stir whatever she’s cooking sets his stomach fluttering.
He thought he’d never feel like this again after Leta died, the butterflies in his stomach, the warmth spreading from his chest whenever she gives him that smile.
“Since you asked,” Delphi teases, turning off the stove. “I made sernuk noodle stew. Najuma told me you were working late and I was out hunting, so...”
“It smells great,” Hodari says, realizing for the first time how hungry he actually is. He watches her ladle stew into bowls, filling them nearly to the brim before placing two down in front of him and Najuma.
“Shit,” she hisses, shaking her head. “I forgot utensils. I’ll be right back.”
He watches her jog to the house, curls bouncing and hips swaying.
“Ugh! Gross, Dad,” Najuma scoffs, scrunching her nose in disgust. “I’m right here!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Hodari sighs, huffing out a laugh. He playfully ruffles her hair as he gets up from the table, narrowly dodging her flailing arms when her goggles fall over her face.
He makes his way inside, not quite sure what he’s planning to do, but following his feet as they lead him into the kitchen. Delphi is reaching for something in an upper cabinet, standing on her toes. Her top is riding up, giving him a perfect view of her lower back and midriff. The pinkish skin looks so soft and warm that he finds himself taking his gloves off as he walks over to her so that he can feel it.
He squeezes her waist gently as first, then fully wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her silky, lavender-scented curls. Feeling her warm and soft in his harms, he can’t help the contented hum that escapes his chest.
“How’d you do it, darlin’?” he murmurs in her ear, smiling at the shiver it sends down her spine and filing it away for later. “Najuma loves you, and I haven’t felt like this in years.”
“Like what?” she breathes, her voice almost trembling.
“Take your pick,” he chuckles. He turns her around, resting his hands somewhere between the small of her back and the swell of her ass. With her violet eyes with and sparkling up at him, he finds his words. “Warm? Happy? Completely gobsmacked that you’d pick me?”
Her smile is as bright as the sun as she drapes her arms over his shoulders, and he thinks that smile could bathe even the darkest parts of him in its light.
“Of course I picked you, silly,” Delphi replies. Hodari watches with awe as she tilts her head toward him and draws in close, her lashes fluttering as her gaze drops to his lips. “You’re you.”
His heart soars as she presses her lips to his. They’re just as soft as the rest of her, maybe even more so. And she’s so responsive, opening up for him when he runs his tongue along the seams of her lips, moaning and wrapping her legs around him when he grabs her by the hips and lifts her onto the counter. He’s halfway to lifting her shirt off when they hear a yell from outside.
“Are you two done yet?” Najuma calls. “The stew’s getting cold and I’m starving!”
They look at each other, Delphi’s eyes wide and her lips swollen even as she sucks her lower lip between her teeth. She grins, chuckling, “Guess we’d better get back out there and feed Najuma before she plants a smoke bomb under my bed.”
Hodari helps her down from the counter, handing her the glass she was reaching for a smiling.
“Go on, then,” he tells her. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
After all the blood in his body redistributes properly.
Three
The rain came out of nowhere, the sky clear one minute and dark gray the next. It’s so unexpected that even the sernuk she was hunting didn’t have time to retreat into the forest to take cover. Delphi quickly unstrings and stows her bow before running for the nearest cover she can find. It’s a long run, but she finally ducks into the mine, mud up to her knees and her clothes completely soaked. She leans over, hands on her thighs, in an attempt to catch her breath.
She finally manages, the burning in her chest subsiding and the stitch in her side easing. She finds a rock near the entrance to sit on and begins stripping off her soaked hunting gear. The heavy cotton and leather slap against the hard-packed dirt floor as she drops the gear into an unceremonious heap, already not looking forward to dragging it all back home after the rain clears.
She’s attempting to wring the rapidly cooling water from her hair when a familiar voice calls out to her, surprised delight creeping into the drawl she loves so much, “Well hey, darlin’!”
“Hey,” she laughs, looking up at Hodari with a tired smile. “I didn’t think you’d be here this late.”
He shrugs. “I’ve been fixin’ some of the supports. Almost had a cave-in last week ‘cause some idiot went too deep into one of the walls down below.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Yeah,” he sighs, scratching at the back of his neck. “I threw ‘em out. Told ‘em to come back when they learn how to swing a pick right.”
He sits down beside her, eyeing her piles of soaked gear. He nudges her playfully on the arm and teases, “You fall in a lake or somethin’?”
“Ha-ha,” she replies, unable to hide her grin as she rolls her eyes and nudges him back. “I don’t know if you noticed, doing your best impersonation of a mole down here, but it’s absolutely pouring out there above ground.”
“I’m just messin’ with ya, darlin’,” Hodari chuckles, patting her knee.
“Oh, you’re so warm,” Delphi sighs. She can feel herself beginning to shiver in the cool air of the mine.
He laughs heartily, but wraps an arm around her and pulls her into his side. Hodari gently rubs her bare arms in an attempt to warm her up, smiling as her shivers begin to subside.
“Feelin’ better?” he asks, and feels her nod into his shoulder. “Good. Anything else I can do, darlin’?”
His heart nearly stops when she looks up with wide eyes, cheeks pink, and breathes, “Kiss me.”
And who is he to say no?
Hodari’s smile turns soft as he lifts her chin carefully and lowers his lips to hers. She meets him almost shyly, her breath shuddering as she turns toward him. This lasts a few seconds, but finally he feels her shift. She takes in a deep breath, her lips remaining on his as she rises and climbs into his lap. His hands slide up her thighs, coming to rest on her ass as she groans into him. Her hands come to fist in his hair and he groans as well, encouraging her with a light squeeze. She responds enthusiastically, grinding down against him with a whimper.
This goes on for what feels like hours, her breath turning ragged while the movement of her hips only grows faster and harder. Her hands are snaking down his chest, coming dangerously close to where his shirt is tucked into his gray work pants when a deafening clap of thunder shakes the ground and they both jump.
Their eyes meet for a moment before they both break out into breathless laughter. Delphi pushes her hair behind her ears and sighs, gently extricating herself from Hodari’s hold.
“I should probably get home before the path floods,” she murmurs, bending down to pick up her sopping wet gear.
Hodari clears his throat, adjusting himself, and suggests, “You could come over for dinner? Let your clothes dry out, maybe wait out the storm?”
Delphi’s grin is bright as she nods and says, “Yeah, alright.”
Four
Hodari isn’t sure exactly what the purpose of this gathering at the mayor’s mansion is. The food is usually cold, he’s forced to make small talk with half the village, and there’s never a place he can go wo just sit with his own thoughts, so he usually hates them. But tonight as Badruu is talking his ear off about field crickets getting into his cabbage crop, he finds himself glad he came to this one.
Across the garden, Delphi is laughing at something Reth said, her eyes sparkling brighter than the forest green dress draped elegantly around her. It hugs her curves just right, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She’s wiping a tear from her eye when she catches him staring at her. She smiles softly, giving him a little wave before she returns to her conversation with the chef.
He endures the rest of Badruu’s rambling before politely excusing himself. He turns to the pavilion where he’d seen Delphi, only to find her gone, Hassian and Tau now in her place. He looks around the garden in an attempt to locate her, but she’s disappeared completely. He meanders into the mansion, seeing Sifuu and Ashura chatting animatedly in the dining room, with Tish and Jel in the library, their heads bent together over a glossy magazine page.
Continuing further into the house, he sees several other villagers before he finally locates her in the front drawing room, chatting with Kenyatta and Najuma. He approaches quietly, placing a gentle hand on her elbow. The smile she gives him when she turns to see who’s trying to get her attention could light up the whole of the village.
“Hey!” she exclaims, turning to him fully. “Najuma was just telling us about a new invention! You should join us!”
“I was actually wonderin’ if I could borrow you for a minute,” he replies, nodding toward the door.
“Yeah, of course!” she responds brightly. She turns to the others and waves, saying, “I’ll see you guys later!”
Hodari gestures for her to lead the way, and before he turns to follow, he catches Najuma rolling her eyes.
They step out into the front courtyard, and Hodari watches her walk down the steps, unable to take his eyes off her hips as she does. She leads him out of the courtyard, just to the far side of the brick wall. Immediately, his hands are on her hips and he’s crowding her against the wall.
“I take it you like the dress?” she giggles, half-heartedly trying to push him away as he begins to press hot kisses into the soft skin just below her jaw.
“Darlin’, I think you’re gorgeous all the time,” he growls into her skin. “But tonight?” A rake of his teeth against her collarbone. “In that dress?” A squeeze to her hips. “You could outshine Embra herself.”
Her hands are in his hair, holding him close as his lips, teeth, and tongue caress and claim every inch of visible skin. He can feel her heart racing, hear her breath becoming more and more ragged. They’re changes he can feel mirrored in himself, nearly unable to think for the rushing of blood in his ears and the fire in his veins.
“Let me take you home,” he murmurs into the shell of her ear. “Maybe get you outta that dress?”
“Not tonight,” she breathes, and it almost comes out as a moan. She turns her head, pressing sweet kisses into his cheek and jaw. Chuckling at his disappointed groan, she adds, “The entire village is inside. Someone will notice if we both leave.”
Hodari drops his head onto her shoulder and sighs. He knows she’s right.
“I’ve already finished my virtues test,” she says, softly running her fingers through his hair. “And Sifuu’s agreed to be my Shepp. My Acceptance Ceremony will be soon, and then we can do this as much and as publicly as you want.”
She gently lifts his head and smiles at him before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
“I’m gonna head back in,” Delphi whispers. She pats his chest with another smile, then turns and heads back into the courtyard.
Five
“Shh!” Delphi giggles. “Someone will hear us!”
“Who’s gonna hear?” Hodari growls. “We’re in the middle of the woods!”
Their lunch lies abandoned at the corner of the blanket near their feet, a veritable feast for the insects that live in the underbrush. In the soft dappled lights from the canopy over head they lie, a tangled mess of limbs. Their tools and equipment are in a heap under a nearby tree, the light of the afternoon sun reflecting off the glimmering palium blades in rainbows that dance with the breeze rustling the leaves above.
It’s warm and cozy, and she breaks into another fit of giggles when he rubs his stubbly cheek against hers again.
“Auni camps out here all the time,” she gasps when his lips find her neck.
He huffs out at laugh, “Auni’s deliverin’ the mail. And he’s already been through the Bay.”
“And Hassian hunts out here!” she protests weakly, giggling and attempting to curl her legs up between them.
“Hassian went to the capital to sell pelts today. What is goin’ on, darlin’?” Hodari raises himself up onto his elbows, brows furrowed and lips turned down in a frown. “D’ya have somewhere else to be or somethin’?”
Delphi sighs, sitting up to face him. “It’s not that. It’s just...my Acceptance Ceremony is in three days. And you know I wanna do this right. I want to become a full member of Palian society so that there’s no doubt when we finally let everyone know.”
He takes her hand, staring down at it for a few moments before asking, “Doubt about what, darlin’?”
Delphi looks down at their hands, attempting to calm the swirling storm of her thoughts. The sour feeling in her stomach has been eating at her for days, ever since Eshe set the date for her ceremony. She wasn’t sure what it was at first. By all rights, she should be giddy with excitement. But there’s a lingering, insidious thought at the back of her mind. A tiny little shred of an intrusive idea that keeps telling her that maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t truly belong.
She takes a deep breath, exhaling fully before she begins, “I materialized out of thin air less than a year ago. I was told that I’m a member of a previously extinct race and that there’s no way of knowing exactly who I am or where I came from. My earliest memory is Jina’s shocked face while I sat on the ground at the base of the Phoenix Shrine.”
Hodari squeezes her hand lightly, nodding for her to continue. She smiles softly and nods back.
“I’ve worked until my fingers bled to build a life here. I’ve learned all the ins and outs of Majiri society and customs. I’ve made friends and a home, and I’ve found a wonderful, beautiful man with a lovely, brilliant daughter who I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
She raises their entwined hands to press a kiss to his knuckles.
“But at the end of the day, I’m still human. And you’re all Majiri. And as silly as it may sound, I’m still afraid that...someone, or everyone, is going to realize that I don’t belong here. And I just don’t want there to be any doubt that I truly want to be here and that I want to be a member of this community. For myself, just as much as for you and Najuma.”
Hodari looks at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw. He lets out a breath before pulling her into his arms. He holds her for a few moments before he seems to find his words.
“Darlin’, every time I go into the village, someone is singin’ your praises. They all love you.” He gives her a lopsided grin. “Almost as much as I do.”
She smiles softly, winding her arms around him.
“I love you,” she sighs, leaning in when he lifts her chin and lowers his lips to hers in a sweet, lingering kiss.
Plus One
“Oh, Delphi!” Tish gushes, her eyes alight. “It’s absolutely perfect! You look amazing!”
Delphi can feel heat rising in her cheeks as Tish showers her with compliments. She hadn’t even asked Jel to make the dress for her, it had been a surprise gift from him and Tish for her Acceptance Ceremony. But the soft, silky garment is the color of the sunset and drapes so beautifully that she couldn’t not accept it.
“It’s absolutely exquisite,” Jel agrees, turning her around to check the fit. “And I’m so glad we decided to go with the open back. Drawing that bow of yours has truly made you a sight to behold.”
“Thank you,” Delphi laughs. “Both of you. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for this.”
“You don’t have to repay us, silly!” Tish giggles. “It’s a gift! And besides, you’ve helped us both so much already, it’s the least we could do!”
“Consider it payment for everything you’ve done for us,” Jel adds.
“Now that we’ve covered all of that,” Tish says, clapping her hands. “Are you ready to go?”
She’d done well to tamp down the nerves until now. Tish’s and Jel’s attention had kept her distracted from the anxiety that’s been growing within her for days. Since her last conversation with Hodari, she’s been trying to remind herself that she’s made plenty of friends here and that the village is welcoming her with open arms, but reason means nothing in the face of irrational fear.
She takes a steadying breath and nods, letting Tish drag her out the front door with Jel following close behind.
It’s a short walk from Tish’s house to the mayor’s estate. The lights in the garden twinkle merrily as they enter, a cheer going up from the pavilion where Sifuu and Delaila are chatting. Delphi can’t help but laugh, waving at them. Everyone from the village is there, Kenyatta, Nai’o, and Najuma chatting in the corner, Tish and Jel leaving her with smiles and waves to go talk with Reth by the food table. She thinks she can hear Badruu laughing from somewhere inside the house, probably talking with Ashura if she had to guess. Jina, Hekla, and Einar are huddled in a corner, Jina taking notes as Einar and Hekla talk. Hassian and Tau are lurking in a corner, Tau’s tail wagging as he chases moths around the outskirts of the garden. She can hear Zeki attempting to sell Caleri something while Elouisa shakes her head. There’s only one familiar face she’s missing.
She pokes her head into the library, the dining room, and the front drawing room, but she doesn’t see him anywhere. She tries to tell herself that he’s just late or that he’s just in an area of the house she hasn’t checked, but when Eshe comes to find her in one of the wingback chairs in the drawing room she’s a shaking, nervous wreck.
“We're ready for you,” the magistrate tells her, frowning. “But you look like you’re about to faint.”
Delphi sighs, scratching at her arm nervously. “I’m sorry, Eshe. I’ve been freaking out about this all week. But I’m ready.”
“What were you looking for?” Eshe asks, raising a brow at her. “I saw you combing every room of the estate.”
She can feel her face warming at Eshe’s pointed glance and admits quietly, “Hodari said he was going to be here. I’ve seen everybody else, but I haven’t seen him…”
Eshe tuts, taking Delphi’s hand and helping her to stand. “The miner and his daughter arrived just before you did. They were setting up the fireworks for this evening.”
Delphi lets out a breath and nods, smoothing her dress. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Every eye is on her as Eshe leads her into the garden. Sifuu waits on the raised platform in the center of the garden, her smile wide and bright when she catches sight of Delphi approaching. The rest of the village lines the walkway, their smiles just as bright as Sifuu's. Just before Eshe stops her, she finally catches sight of the face she’d been looking for. He’s half-hidden behind Hekla and Jina, but his smile when he catches her eye is warm and reassuring.
Eshe's speech is short and to the point, and when she asks if Delphi will accept Kilima Village as her home, there are tears in Delphi's eyes as she says yes. The assembled villagers' cheers are drowned out by the loud booming of Najuma’s fireworks overhead, their jubilant faces illuminated by the colorful explosions.
Najuma sits near the base of the platform, giving Delphi a thumbs-up and a grin. Delphi’s confusion is cleared up as a pair of hands grabs her by the waist and spins her around. Hodari grins at her, his cheeks rosy and his eyes sparking. He dips his head toward hers and says loudly enough for her to hear over the fireworks, “I’m gonna kiss you now. In front of the whole town.”
“Please do,” Delphi laughs. She throws her arms around his neck, giggling as he catches her by the waist and spins her around.
The kiss is a mess, teeth crashing together and lips bruising as they both laugh, but the way her heart soars and her stomach flips at finally being able to kiss him openly makes it worth it. There’s whooping and applause from all around them, Sifuu’s loudest of all.
Listen, I didn't want to fall in love with this man. I was happy with my shy hunter and my flirty chef. And I DEFINITELY didn't want to imagine being a step-mom. But then I got to know him and his daughter and fucking hell. I'm absolutely feral over him. And I'm absolitely smitten with her. I've got some other things in the works for Hodari AND Najuma, so probably look for those sometime...
Would you give up your magic for a good enough dick?
Relationship: Delphi x Lucifer
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Size difference, using inadvisable objects to masturbate, piv
Notes: A Peter Pan AU, in which Lucifer is Hook and Delphi is Tink. And I wish I had an explanation other than I had this idea and it got way out of hand. I probably need psychological help. But uh. So do a lot of other people, I guess. Anyway. Enjoy?
“You aren't a fairy at all, are you?” the pirate chuckles, watching the fairy's pink glow grow brighter every time she sinks back down onto the tip of his hook. He can see the bright red flush coloring her cheeks and the sheen of sweat that glistens over her entire, miniscule body. “You’re a little nymph.”
She smiles hazily over her shoulder at him, giggling breathlessly at both the suggestive comment and the silly little distinctions that humans insist exist among her kind. In truth, no such distinctions exist. There no difference between a finger-sized fairy like herself and a mermaid, other than their preferred habitat. But she’s a bit preoccupied to be explaining that.
With every roll of her hips, the cool metal slips deeper and deeper into her dripping cunt, spreading her slick arousal until she has to use her transparent wings to keep herself aloft, her hands sliding too much to grasp the metal. She keeps her focus on the crimson eyes gazing down at her with amusement and a tinge of lust.
Sparks begin to shoot up her spine as she holds eye contact, peripherally aware of the pirate reaching down to unbuckle his black leather belt. She shifts her focus away from his face to his groin, where his black-gloved hand is freeing his beautifully flushed cock from his trousers. She watches, mouth watering, a he begins to lazily stroke himself.
Soon she finds herself matching his pace, every desperate roll of her hips jostling his arm ever so slightly. She can feel his gaze on her still, but she watches enraptured as he strokes himself. The pretty pink of his tip is like nothing she's ever seen before, accented by pearly white beads that dribble down until his leather-clad palm smears them down his hard shaft.
He watches her just as intently, every little movement, every roll of her hips, every flutter of her wings and soft little sigh that he can’t even hear but he can see in the rise and fall of her tiny chest. Her every movement is so desperate, so driven by her need for release, that just watching her is almost too much. It makes the knot in his abdomen tighten painfully and he has to slow his traitorous hand before he makes a mess of himself before the little minx on his hook gets her chance to show him how beautiful she is when she comes undone.
And she looks so close. Her lips are parted and she’s panting heavily, her wings nearly invisible with how fast they’re beating to keep her aloft. She rolls her hips faster, harder, one miniscule little hand slipping between her legs to touch herself. It only takes a few moments after that.
He watches her head toss back, little pink curls bouncing as she cries out in a tiny voice that sounds like the tinkling of bells to his ears. She rolls her hips a few more times, then stills, slumping as she tries to catch her breath.
“That was beautiful, little one,” the pirate rasps.
The fairy looks up at him finally, and is stunned by his disheveled state. Sweat beads on his brow and his cheeks are flushed, his pupils are so large she almost can’t see the lovely, holly-berry red of his irises. His movements are jerky and he’s nearly panting with every breath.
The little fairy picks herself up and flutters shakily into his lap, putting her tiny hand on his. The pirate moves his hand and watches as she wraps herself around his length. She uses her wings to move herself up and down his shaft, her arms and legs hugging him tightly. She can hear the groan that escapes his lips as she uses her entire body to pleasure him. It’s deep and throaty and sends a thrill through her.
She wants to know what it's like to feel that groan against her throat, to sink down onto him and ride him for real. She knows she could. But it would take all of her magic and she might never get it back. But would it be worth it?
She opens her mouth as she nears the head of his cock, taking one of the pearls of salty liquid onto her tongue. It’s unlike anything she’s ever tasted. It’s thick and warm and slightly bitter and she wants more.
She turns her head to look up at him and gets a glimpse of his long, muscular neck before he tips his head forward again and meets her gaze. The little fairy decides then and there.
She flutters up onto the desk, sitting on the edge. She concentrates, feeling her magic and pulling it into herself. She can feel it settling in her core and she pushes it outward, into her limbs, her wings. She can feel them growing, elongating. She can feel herself growing.
When she opens her eyes, she’s at eye level with the pirate. And she laughs. It isn’t the tinkling of bells in his ear anymore, it’s a full laugh. He looks at her, mystified, as she climbs down from his desk and onto his lap. He watches as she lines herself up and sinks down onto him, her head falling back and her wings fluttering as she moans.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes as she fully envelops him. “You could do that this entire time?”
She laughs again as she rolls her hips, “It may have cost me my magic. Better make it worth my while.”
“Oh that, I can do,” the pirate growls, grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her hard.
She cries out with every snap of his hips, each press of his thick tip against that deepest point within her sends electricity through her veins. She arches involuntarily, the sensations so new and so good. She can feel herself getting closer to the edge as he grips the plush flesh of her ass and slams her down.
She feels him pulsate inside her as he fills her with warmth and she feels herself slipping over the edge, that warmth spreading throughout her body and sending her into a seemingly endless chasm of bliss.
Her cry of ecstasy as she comes apart is better than any music he’s ever heard. As she stills, he gingerly lifts her up and watches for a moment as their mixed fluids drip out of her, before settling her against his chest with a sigh.
“I’m Lucifer, by the way,” he chuckles as she curls into his chest
The not-so-little fairy looks up at him with a grin and a sparkle in her violet eyes. She replies, “Nice to meet you, Lucifer. I’m Delphi.”
Notes: I've been working on this for a while and couldn't work out an ending, so...it's a bit unfinished. But I'm in love with this ficlet. I'm in love with the dynamics. And I hope y'all enjoy it too!
Delphi yawns, watching the Fangol team filter out of the locker room. She’d been waiting outside for half an hour, on top of practice running long. If she checks her D.D.D., she knows she’ll see that she’s missed dinner, and probably her movie night with Mammon, too. But during the season, everyone knows that she’ll be watching Beel most nights anyway. They may have saved her a plate, but more than likely, she’d have to pick up something with Beel on their way home.
The first few of Beel’s teammates to leave the locker room had smiled at her, given her little waves. By now, they were used to her waiting for him after practice. Some of them had said a quick hello before heading off to their own dinners. As it got later, the warm smiles had taken on a cast of pity. They knew as well as she did that Beel would be the last one out of the locker room. He always is. And she just had to sit and wait.
Finally, one of the last few of the team leaves. He almost looks past her, but she catches his attention with another yawn.
“You can go in if you want, Delphi,” the tall demon tells her. “It’s just Seir and Beel left in there.”
“Thanks,” she smiles, adjusting her bag on her shoulder and heading for the door.
The usual wall of steam hits her when she enters, and she takes a moment to adjust to the thickness of the air. After a few seconds, Delphi makes her way to Beel’s locker to drop her bag and wait. The actual locker room is empty, meaning that Beel and Seir are both still in the showers, so she finds a seat on a bench and gets out her D.D.D. to check her messages.
Boo💋: Delphi, dear! I saved you a plate from dinner!
Me: You’re my hero, Asmo!
Boo💋: Aww, you’re so cute!
Boo💋: You can come to my room when you get home to thank me properly ♡
She’s typing out her reply when she hears footsteps approaching from the back of the room. Looking up, she expects to see Beel walking into the room. Instead, Seir is padding toward her, stark naked and attempting to towel dry his long hair. She feels her face go hot and tries to look back down at her messages, but piercing sea-glass eyes catch hers before she can.
“Delphi?”
“H-Hey, Seir!” Delphi greets him, voice high and breaking as she attempts to look anywhere but at him. She finally settles on her shoes, covering her mouth with her hand.
She hears him pad to his own locker, hears the towel drop onto the bench, hears Seir sit down himself. She risks taking a peek, blushing furiously when she sees him watching her. He’s leaned back on his elbows straddling the bench, head tilted slightly with water dripping from his red locks, observing her reddening cheeks with a smirk.
“Y’know, you never did answer my question yesterday,” the demon says, his eyes never leaving Delphi’s as he spreads his legs the tiniest bit wider.
“Q-Question?” Delphi stammers. She only vaguely remembers speaking with Seir the day before, and definitely doesn’t remember what about. And how could she with his dick hanging out like that?
With a cat-like grin, he rises from the bench and stalks over to her like a predator on the hunt. He stands over her, arms crossed over his muscular chest, looking down with one brow raised.
Seir leans down, his face nearly touching hers, and murmurs, “Would you consider a pact with me?”
Delphi’s heart hammers in her chest. His warm breath tickles the tiny hairs on her face and makes her skin feel hot all over. Her eyelids flutter closed and she takes in his heady scent, remembering only distantly that this is part of his power.
“Maybe,” she breathes, corners of her mouth turning up in a smile. “I think I’d like that.”
When she opens her eyes again, she’s met with the color of sea glass, glinting under the fluorescent lights. Seir grins, taking her face in his hands.
“I am Seir, traveler between worlds and finder of hidden things. I pledge myself to you, Delphi, that we may be bound by an unbreakable pact. This I swear to you on my name as well as the blood that runs through my veins.”
A familiar warmth floods Delphi’s senses as the power of the pact washes over her. It isn’t as intense as the Avatars’. Seir’s power isn’t nearly as great as theirs. But the sensation is the same.
She stills, feeling him tug her to him, his lips meeting hers in a tentative kiss. It’s softer than she expected from him. He’s spent weeks teasing her, pestering her for a pact, deliberately trying to make Lucifer or Beel or Asmo jealous. And now he’s hesitant?
She wraps her arms around his neck, letting him pick her up from her seat on the bench and wrapping her legs around his waist. The warmth she feels from his oath spreads as he sits down and pulls her into his lap. She rolls her hips, smirking when she feels him buck up into her.
Delphi pulls back, still smirking. “You’re not getting shy on me now, are you, Seir?”
She feels the growl rumble in his chest before she hears it, hears the buttons of her uniform shirt hit the floor before she realizes that he’s ripped it off of her. The burn of hellfire sears across her ribs as he presses his palms to her sides, pulling her in for another kiss. This one is heated and desperate, full of teeth and tongues and shared breaths that make her head go fuzzy.
“Delphi?”
She breaks the kiss, turning to look for the voice that had called out to her with a smile. She holds out a hand to Beel as he approaches. He takes it gently in his, leaning down just enough to kiss her palm.
“Come here, Beel,” she croons, tugging his arm until he sits behind her, large hands coming to rest on her hips.
“What’s going on?” the Avatar of Gluttony rumbles, nuzzling into her neck possessively.
Delphi giggles, shivering at his damp skin on hers. She pulls the tatters of her shirt aside, revealing the newest sigil burned in black on her skin. “Seir finally convinced me to make a pact with him.”
“Is that right?” Beel hums, nibbling at her shoulder. He gently pries her from Seir’s lap, pulling her onto his and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Does Seir think he can handle being your pact demon, little one?”
“Why don’t you ask him, Bub?” Delphi suggests, hooking her legs over Beel’s knees with a grin. She rests her head back against his chest, her gaze fixed on the blushing demon across from her.
Beel chuckles darkly, bringing one hand up to her throat and the other to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, his fingers trailing up beneath her skirt. He looks to his teammate with a wry smile. “What do you think, Seir? Think you can handle it?”
Seir swallows thickly, watching as Beel’s fingers rub lightly over the growing wet spot in her underwear, his grasp tightening ever so slightly on her delicate throat. He continues to watch as Delphi reaches up with one hand, threading her narrow fingers through ginger locks, her breath coming in shallower and her face flushing. She reaches out to him with the other, taking his wrist when he offers it and bringing his hand to her chest.
“You can handle it, can’t you Seir?” she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed as her newest pact mate dips nimble fingers under her bra to roll one hard nipple between them. She groans deeply as he does, grinding into Beel’s hand as hard as she can with him gripping her throat.
Seir watches, fascinated, as Beel pushes her soaked panties to the side and runs one thick finger through her glistening folds. He bites his lip as the digit plunges deep within her, disappearing down to the knuckle. She whimpers at the intrusion, canting her hips to every movement Beel makes and Seir finds himself unable to look away.
“Open your eyes, little one,” Beel murmurs into her ear, still grinning at his teammate. “Let him see your face.”
Delphi does as she’s told, meeting Seir’s lust-filled gaze with a smile. She continues to stare into his eyes as Beel’s grip on her throat tightens and he adds a second finger alongside his first, curling them both into her sensitive spots repeatedly. Her head spins and she feels her coil tightening almost unbearably, wanting but unable to whimper and moan into the sensations.
She finally feels the coil snap and hot ecstasy flood her senses as Beel continues to pump his fingers into her in time with the jerking of her hips. Tears fall from the corners of her violet eyes as she tries to cry out but can’t, her vision going dark at the edges instead. Slick coats Beel’s hand as Delphi comes down from her high, loosening his grip on her neck slowly until she’s breathing easily against his chest.
“Think you can keep going, sweetheart?” Beel asks, gently kneading her thigh with one massive hand.
She smiles up at him, nodding. “I’m fine, Beel. You know I can take more than that.”
The Avatar of Gluttony chuckles, “I had to check.”
“So, what do you think, Bub? Think Seir deserves a turn?” Delphi muses, leaning forward to stroke the demon’s cheek lightly. He trembles under her touch, fully shaking as she trails her hand down his neck and chest. She can see how ragged his breath is, can feel him rising up to meet her hand as her fingers brush his flushed skin.
“Delphi, I-“
She smiles, extricating herself from Beel’s grasp and gingerly climbing into Seir’s lap, her hands on his freckled shoulders. Beel takes her hips to steady her, lowering her gently onto Seir’s leaking tip with a deep growl. It’s the same growl he uses when his brothers get a little too close in his presence and Delphi can’t help the shiver it sends through her.
Beel lowers her down until she’s sitting with her hips flush against Seir’s, letting her rest there until she begins to squirm and whine. He lifts her again, shifting his grasp under her ass, until only Seir’s swollen tip remains in her, then drops her back down hard enough for her to cry out. Seir groans, leaning back on his elbows to allow Beel to move Delphi more freely. And Beel does.
Holding her legs apart, Beel slides her up and down his teammate’s cock, savoring both of their moans with a smug grin. He sets a languorous pace, not seeming to hear Delphi as she babbles and begs him to go faster. She may think she knows what she wants, but he knows her body better than that.
She cries out with every hard slam back down into Seir’s lap, her nails digging into his pale skin and leaving little red crescents behind. Seir responds in kind, his hands coming up to fist themselves in her pink curls. He pulls her down into a kiss, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and biting just as Beel slams her down again.
The sob that escapes her throat as she tightens around him is mind-numbing, and he can’t stop himself from bucking up into her and filling her as she spasms around him. The tears running down her cheeks are salty and warm as they reach the corners of his lips, and he kisses them away without a second thought.
The hands holding her ass tighten, then Beel lifts her up and settles her back on his lap. She whimpers at the sudden feeling of emptiness, her hips jerking as she clenches around nothing. A white puddle grows on the silver bench below her, and Seir watches the viscous liquid drip from her with parted lips.
“Fuck,” he breathes, watching as Beel spreads her legs and more cloudy white oozes from her drenched folds.
She sees his eyes go dark, then he transforms in front of her. Beautiful red wings spread out behind him, and a bleached-white skull materializes over his lovely face. She can’t tell exactly what kind of skull it is, but it’s larger than a deer’s and his eyes glow within the orbits. She watches with her jaw on the floor as he slowly removes the skull and looks at her with those smoldering eyes. Behind her, she can feel the air shift as Beel transforms as well, a low buzzing filling the air as he adjusts his insectoid wings.
“Are you gonna clean up your mess?” Beel growls to Seir, the power behind his words sending a shiver up Delphi’s spine.
Without a word, Seir bends forward, jaw slack, and glides his tongue through the small puddle on the bench. Delphi watches his eyes roll back and his lids flutter as his lips close in a satisfied smile. He swallows, then his brilliant turquoise eyes are opening again to fix her with his glowing gaze.
She watches his mouth fall open again, his forked tongue slipping between her folds to lap up the milky liquid still oozing from her. Her hips buck involuntarily, but he holds her in place with a nearly bruising grip, his eyes never leaving hers. She whimpers at the contact, his hot breath and pierced tongue just too much on her already frazzled nerves.
“More,” she whispers, clutching at his shoulders and neck. Her legs shake as he lowers her back onto the desk, lifting them onto his shoulders.
“More,” she breathes, her arms falling away to rest above her head. He takes them both in one of his and runs the other down her side.
“More-!” she cries, feeling gone from her fingers and toes. She cries again as his teeth sink into her shoulder, ecstasy flooding her veins.
“M-more,” she moans as he presses her into the shower wall. He grunts and thrusts into her again, chuckling at the shiver that runs through her when he bites her earlobe.
“More,” she rasps, her voice nearly gone from screaming his name. He cups her sweat-slick cheek in his palm and nods.
“More,” she sighs, burying her fingers in the hair at his nape. He kisses her gently, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
“More,” she pleads, rocking her hips weakly. He sighs and nods, gripping her thighs and pulling her down the bed.
“No more,” he murmurs, tucking her gently beneath the sheets. Her lashes flutter as he presses a kiss to her temple.
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The room is cool, dark, and quiet when she finally slips under the covers and shimmies her panties down around her thighs. She slides her hands down her torso, letting herself shiver with anticipation as she grazes her nails lightly over her hardening nipples, her stomach, and finally through the coarse curls between her legs. In her mind she holds a singular image: Coarse white hairs trailing down a muscular torso, ending in a thick patch around a hard and leaking—
Her phone buzzing on her nightstand breaks her concentration, and she sighs in frustration as she reaches for it. She doesn’t bother checking who the call is from before answering, her eyes squeezed shut and her jaw clenched.
“Hello?” she huffs.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about you,” a rough, gravelly voice breathes on the other end of the line. It makes her stomach flip and her heart skip a beat.
“Touya?” she breathes, her hand snaking its way back down her body.
“Tell me you've been thinkin’ about me,” he groans low.
“I have been,” she replies, warmth blooming within her at the admission. “God, I can't stop thinking about you.”
There’s a pleased hum through her phone’s speaker that sends her fingers diving between her damp folds to stroke herself. The sigh she lets out at the contact is little more than a breath puffed out from between her lips, but it makes him groan all the same.
“What are you doing right now?” she asks, barely above a breathy whisper.
He chuckles, “I’m in bed. Wishin’ you were here.”
“Why’s that?” Playing coy almost never works, but she tries it anyway, smiling to herself.
“Damn, babe. I gotta have a reason to want you around?”
“No,” she admits, still smiling. “But you have one, don’t you? Maybe you were thinking about how much you wish you could sink into my warm, wet pussy?”
His hiss on the other end of the line tells her that’s exactly what he was thinking about. She huffs out a laugh, a thrill running through her at the thought of him thinking about her the same way she was thinking about him at the same time. She feels her pulse quicken at the thought, heat flooding her cheeks and pooling in her lower abdomen.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, and she can hear his voice break. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Yeah?” she hums, reaching over to her nightstand to grab the little blue vibe from her drawer. “You like when I tell you that I was getting ready to touch myself to the thought of sucking your dick? How I wanna run my nose through those gorgeous white pubes until I’m drooling and then swallow you down to the base?”
“Yeah, baby girl,” he breathes. She can hear the low creak of his bed in the background of the call and smiles to herself. She can picture him in bed, clear as day, his thick cock fisted in one hand and the other gripping his snowy white locks. She’s sure he’s got one leg splayed open, knee bent. Maybe it’s resting against the wall beside him. Or maybe he’s got it laid down on the bed, his back arched as he strokes himself.
She nestles the buzzing toy between her legs, letting out a soft breath as she finds the spot that makes her see stars.
“I want you to hold me by my hair while you fuck my throat, make me choke on it. I want you to hold me down until I’m gagging and gasping for air, and then, after you’ve let me take a breath, I want you to force me back down again.”
There’s a knot forming in her stomach, tightening with every soft groan and every quiet slap of skin she hears from Touya’s end of the line. His pace is becoming erratic, and she does up her own to match.
“And when you've almost had enough, I want you to pull me up into your lap and make me ride you until we're both spent. I wanna feel your thick cock twitching inside me and I want you to fill me to bursting with your hot cum. I want you to sink your teeth into my shoulder and your nails into my ass and make me scream your name while I squeeze every last drop of cum from your—”
“Fuck, Delphi!” she hears him growl.
Her name rolling off his tongue as he coats his own stomach in cum makes something snap within her, and she’s rolling her hips as her walls clench around nothing. She rides out her orgasm until the suction from her vibrator begins to hurt and then she shuts it off, tossing it to the side and letting herself go limp. She hears nothing but heavy panting from her phone for so long that she’s afraid he’s fallen asleep. But finally she hears him groan.
“I'm coming over right now,” he grunts, and she can hear the rattle of his belt buckle behind his words. “I need put that mouth of yours to better use.”
She giggles almost drunkenly, “I’ll see you soon.”
The battle may be over, but some wounds never heal.
Characters/Pairing: Lucifer x Delphi
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Descriptions of violence, death, PTSD, blood and gore, invasion of privacy (unintentional), PIV
Notes: Hey y'all. So, remember how I was lamenting the fact that I had no idea when I was gonna be able to write again? Well, thanks to a wonderful post by @mydiluc , this came about. This one-shot is set in what I'm loosely calling my combined royalty AU. It's got darker themes than I usually write, so please use your discretion about whether or not that will be triggering to you. I think I covered everything in the warnings, but if I missed something, please let me know!
The din of battle died down hours ago, the enemy having retreated in the face of their overwhelming numbers. The commander of the Demon King’s forces had seen to it that all of his men were treated for their wounds and had gotten safely back to the barracks. He’d skipped their celebration in favor of reporting to the king and queen, then retired to his chambers.
The maids had already gotten a fire going and had drawn him a bath by the time he’d returned, and he’s grateful for their prudence as he begins removing his blood-flecked armor. He removes each piece with care, laying them out to be cleaned once he himself is clean. His grime- and blood-soaked trousers and tunic come off, placed in the laundry for the maids to clean or discard at their discretion.
Finally rid of his clothes, he wets a cloth to rub off most of the dirt and grime from his person, then sinks into the hot bath with a heavy sigh. As he’s enveloped in the warmth of the bath, his eyes drift closed and his breathing evens into a slow rhythm.
•••
Leaving the queen’s chambers, her personal guard sighs and rolls her aching shoulders. She’d wanted to join the rest of the army on the battlefield, but the queen had requested she stay behind. She’d watched the troops return through the main castle gates, seen most of their jubilant faces, and ached to have been with them.
Dismissed for the night, she makes her way to the wing of the castle reserved for the castle guard. The silence that blankets this wing of the castle is at once comforting, but slightly unsettling. She’s unused to Diavolo’s palace being so quiet, especially with the demon brothers living there, but it does bring back fond memories her of her childhood in the queen’s palace. While reminiscing on calmer days, she passes her own door, instead finding herself standing in front of the door to the commander’s chambers.
She knocks lightly, which is usually enough for the demon to hear, but she receives no response. She tries turning the knob and finds it unlocked, opening the door slowly. She finds the bed empty, the commander’s black armor laid out on his table to be cleaned, and the door to the bathroom slightly ajar with wisps of steam escaping into the wider room. She hangs her sword belt on a hook near the door, then makes her way to the bathroom.
“Lucifer?” she calls softly as she opens the door. She enters fully and finds the demon in his massive tub, arms hanging over the sides and his head resting on a rolled towel. His bare chest rises and falls steadily, telling her without even seeing his face that he’s asleep. She chuckles quietly and grabs a washcloth from his vanity.
She dips the cloth in the hot water and begins wiping down his broad chest. The water clouds as she removes sweat and dust from his pale skin. She works deliberately, making sure she’s as gentle as possible. Even so, he begins to stir after a few moments.
•••
Lucifer stirs, the fog of sleep lingering in his mind. He can feel something rubbing lightly on his chest, and when he finally cracks open his eyes, he sees the warm smile of his human counterpart.
“Delphi?” he asks, clearing his throat.
“Hi,” she responds, her smile widening.
“What are you doing?” he asks, taking her wrist.
She pries her arm away from him and shifts toward his head, tapping his shoulder in an effort to get him to sit up. He does, reluctantly at first, but sighs and relaxes into her touch as she wipes down his shoulders and back.
“I thought I would come congratulate you on your victory, commander,” she explains, continuing her work. “But I found you about to drown in your bath.”
She chuckles as he huffs indignantly, “I wasn’t going to drown.”
As he sits up further, she notices the water slowly turning a muddy pink and she stops.
“Lucifer, you’re hurt,” she says, her tone dropping and turning serious. “Let me see.”
“It’s nothing,” he sighs, but sits forward so that she can see his side.
“Nothing?!” she cries as a large gash reveals itself on his left side. “Lucifer, this is gonna need stitches! Why didn’t you go see the medics?”
She’s a seasoned soldier herself, but Lucifer can hear the worry and hurt creeping into her soft voice. It’s only been a few weeks since they sparred for the first time, but they’ve spent every day together since. She’s made her affections known through stolen kisses and exchanged glances, tender touches and intimate conversations by the hearth in the kitchens.
“It’ll heal in a few days,” he says, taking her hand and gently leading her around to face him. “I had to report to Diavolo.”
“And that couldn’t have waited until this was stitched up?” Delphi demands, her cheeks reddening and her violet eyes misting over.
It pains him to see her like this, angry and hurt, all because of him. He rises from the water, stepping out to take a towel and pat himself dry. He hisses as he hits the cut over his ribs, the white towel coming away red. He sees her face pinch as she watches him and cuts deeper than any blade ever could.
“Come with me,” he murmurs, holding his hand out to her. To his immense relief, she takes his hand and follows him into the bedroom. He sits her down on the bed and goes to his wardrobe, coming back with a worn black leather roll.
He sits down beside her, the roll between them, and opens it up. Inside are a variety of surgical instruments that shine in the firelight. He looks at her with a small smile, one that she’s come to love, and says, “I didn’t go to the medics because I usually do this myself.”
He picks up a yellowed envelope and holds it out to her, asking, “Do you know how to sew?”
She takes the envelope delicately in her hands and opens it carefully. Inside is a small coil of catgut thread and a curved, polished white bone needle. She inhales sharply, taking the thin piece of bone between her thumb and forefinger. She gingerly uncoils the thread and finds the end, threading it through the needle with ease.
“Yeah, I can sew,” she sighs. “This might be easier if you lie down.”
He does as she suggests, stretching out on his right side behind her. The cut is deep, but not deep enough to have hit bone, and it oozes blood as she softly palpates around it. It appears to be a smooth cut from a sharp blade, with no debris inside, so she gently uses her left hand to bring the edges of the wound together and takes a steadying breath.
“You won’t hurt me,” Lucifer assures her, his ruby eyes seeming to glow warmly in the low light.
Delphi nods, feeling as though she might vibrate out of her skin. Her stomach twists as she places the needle against the skin at the top of the cut and pierces the skin. She can feel him tense beneath her hands, but he doesn’t make a sound, instead watching her eyebrows furrow and her lips form a tense line. Sweat beads on her brow and she bites the inside of her lip, though he can still see the quiver there.
With a practiced hand, she ties off the sutures with just enough tension to hold the skin together. Within a few minutes, she has them all placed and is trimming the excess thread. She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding as she trims the last stitch and reaches for a clean bandage from the roll. She gestures for him to sit up, and when he does, she wraps the bandage around his broad chest.
The only sound is the crackling of the fire and their soft breaths as she works. When she’s finally satisfied and ties off the bandage, he takes her hand before she can begin to clean up. He’s smiling softly at her, rubbing his thumb over her palm thoughtfully.
Finally, he meets her gaze and whispers, “Thank you.”
“Next time, you come straight to me,” Delphi says, finally letting the tears fall. “I just found you. I can’t lose you already.”
“I can accept those terms, my little warrior,” he murmurs into her hair as he pulls her into his chest. She shakes in his arms as she carefully wraps her arms around him, and he can feel her tears running down his bare chest. He runs his fingers through her soft pink curls until she stills, then lifts her chin to face him. He lowers his lips to hers, kissing her sweetly, delicately, as though she were a porcelain doll that would break if he held her too tightly or moved too quickly.
Delphi melts into him, her muscles relaxing and a soft whimper escaping her throat. His breath is warm as it fans over her cheeks, ruffling her lashes and tickling her nose. A hot current washes through her and she snakes her hands from his back up to his firm shoulders. She leans back to catch her breath and pushes him gently down onto his back on the bed. He can see a fire light behind her eyes as she climbs onto him and straddles his hips.
“Does this hurt?” she asks, her voice breathy and low.
“You won’t hurt me,” Lucifer repeats, his tone matching her own. “You could never hurt me, darling.”
Delphi nods, lifting the skirt she wears around the palace and revealing bare skin. She holds the gathered fabric in one hand, using the other to balance herself. She carefully moves up his hips until she’s slowly grinding on his half-hard length, watching his eyes roll back and his lips part in a low groan.
Something deep inside her flares to life when his hands come up to grip her hips, pulling her closer and using her to stroke himself. She lets him, dropping her head back and moaning as the head of his cock nudges repeatedly against her clit. She lets him move her for a few more strokes, then carefully raises up on her knees.
She positions herself over him and sinks down, slowly letting him fill her up.
•••
Her hands are covered in deep red blood. It gushes from between her fingers as she desperately tries to hold pressure on the wound, but her hands keep slipping in the oil-slick liquid. Tears burn and spill from her eyes as she screams, begging and pleading for the figure beneath her hands to “Just stay awake, please!”
He can feel her chest tightening as the sobs wrack her frame, and he can hear the final wheezing, rattling breath of the figure on the ground. She collapses onto the figure’s chest, guttural wails bursting from aching vocal cords. It’s the only sound in the unnatural stillness, and even that stops after a few moments.
Someone grabs her under her arms and drags her up, still clutching at the armor of the figure on the ground. Her nails splinter as the weight of the body rips the leather out of her fingers and her lungs burn as she cries wordlessly. The figure remains on the ground as she’s thrown onto a horse, and the world fades to black.
•••
She’s rocking her hips and grinding down on him when his vision clears, a lovely pink blush coloring her pale cheeks.
“Wait,” he breathes, gripping her hips lightly to still her. She looks down at him with a quizzical tilt of her head, pink curls spilling over her shoulder like a waterfall.
“Who was she?” he asks, his heart still racing from the memory he’d inadvertently seen. “The woman on the battlefield?”
“You saw that?” Delphi whispers, her voice breaking like glass.
“I didn’t look intentionally,” Lucifer explains. “I can choose to look into memories, but sometimes I’ll get a vision with physical contact. You have to know I would never intentionally invade your privacy like this.”
Delphi nods. “I know you wouldn’t. Um. She’s the reason I reacted the way I did when I saw you were hurt.”
Lucifer nods encouragingly, giving her the time she needs to gather her thoughts.
“Her name was Elizabeth,” she finally sighs. “She was my partner. The love of my life at the time. She was a fierce warrior, always at the front of the charge. Her blade almost sang when she fought. She was magnificent. And she was mine.”
Lucifer reaches up to gently wipe away a tear as it falls down her cheek. She rests her cheek on his palm for a moment before continuing.
“We’d gotten reports of an invasion attempt coming from the neighboring kingdom to the west. The king immediately ordered us to the front lines to hold back the invading army. Still the princess at the time, the queen begged me to stay behind. The invaders were notoriously vicious. They didn’t take prisoners and they were known to send the heads of the generals they’d killed to the rulers of their enemies’ lands. But I’d been ordered to the front with the rest of my troops.”
She takes a breath and sighs before she continues her tale.
“It was a brutal battle. They killed just as many of us as we did them. Blood soaked the ground and turned it into a stinking, rotting mud. We fought for three days before, finally, one of our troops took the head of their commanding officer. We surveyed the damage as they retreated, loading up the injured in wagons to go directly to medics when we got back and taking note of the dead before burying them. It took hours, as I’m sure you know well. Finally, five hours later, I found Elizabeth. She was larger than life, but laying there in the mud…she looked so small.”
More tears stream from her violet eyes as she says, “She had a large stab wound in her side and another across her stomach just below her chest plate. I knew immediately that she wasn’t going to make it, but I still tried to stop the bleeding. Her intestines spilled out below my hands, and all I could see was the blood gushing from between my fingers. She was already unconscious, but she was still breathing. I pushed her organs back inside her stomach and held pressure on the wound as best I could until my lieutenant finally dragged me away and onto his horse. I didn’t get out of bed for a week afterward.”
Delphi wipes her tears on her sleeve and admits shakily, “A part of me died with her that day. And I learned an important lesson: You should never fall in love with a fellow soldier. It can only end in heartbreak.”
She chuckles as she looks down at him, her eyes still misty, “Guess it didn’t stick, though.”
“We don’t have to do this if you feel uncomfortable or if it’s too painful,” Lucifer tells her, cupping her cheek once more. “I would understand.”
She shakes her head, placing her hand over his. “No, I want this. And I suppose I must have wanted you to know if you saw the memory without looking for it. I’m just afraid that I’ll always have this reaction now.”
Lucifer smiles softly at her and says, “It’s nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. You form deep connections with the people you love and that’s commendable. I will try my hardest to keep you apprised of my whereabouts and condition so that you don’t have to worry.”
“Thank you, Lucifer,” she breathes. She remains there for a few moments, her eyes closed as she holds his hand to her cheek. When she opens her eyes, he can see the familiar mischievous sparkle in them once more.
He watches her rise partially onto her knees, then sink back down, her eyes rolling back as she rocks her hips languidly. Lucifer rests his hands on her thighs, heat blooming in his belly as he watches her slide one hand between her legs and begin to stroke herself at the same deliberate pace. Soft moans issue from her plush lips and her eyes flutter closed as she begins to squeeze around him.
•••
Fresh, hot tears of ecstasy prickle at her eyes as she uses him to reach that sweet spot deep inside her. Every rock of her hips caresses that spot until colors begin to swirl behind her eyes and the heat gathering in her core becomes nearly unbearable. She can feel it down to her toes, the tensing of every muscle inside her, begging for release.
She feels him move his left hand from her thigh, then press two fingers against her lips. As she takes them into her mouth, she opens her eyes and gazes down at him. She watches the his lips part and color rise in his cheeks as she sucks and swirls her tongue around the digits. His skin is salty with sweat, and she can’t help moaning at the heady taste.
He removes his fingers as quickly as he’d placed them in her mouth, and she watches a glistening string of saliva snap as he pulls them away. Then he moves her hand from between her legs, replacing her fingers with the two that had just been in her mouth. She immediately has to squeeze her eyes shut again, moaning aloud as his slick fingers light up the bundle of nerves like a match.
•••
It's almost too much.
The moment he replaces her fingers with his own, the clamps down around him and comes with a cry. The pulsing, squeezing of her velvety walls around him sends his head spinning, and it's all he can do to hold on until the rolling of her hips comes to a stop. Then, with her still fluttering around him, he finally lets go.
•••
“Oh fuck,” Delphi groans. Warm pressure begins to fill her, spilling into her in waves. Her vision begins to blur as another wave of pleasure rolls over her, and she collapses onto his chest. She presses her ear to his skin, the rhythm of his heart matching hers.
•••
“My past is an armor I cannot take off, no matter how many times you tell me the war is over.”
Relationships: Delphi x Asmo, Delphi x Lucifer (mutual pining), Asmo x Delphi x Mammon
Word Count: 2536
Warnings: f!OC, penetrative sex (f receiving), voyuerism, public sex, threesome, oral (f receiving)
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Monday – Evening
AsmoBaby is online
Delphi sits in the hanging egg chair with her legs squeezed together tightly, silently watching Asmo as he rides a pink jelly dildo. His own cock is flushed a deep rosy pink, leaking and hard as it bounces against his stomach. She allows her hand to drift between her legs as she continues to watch, biting her lip to keep quiet.
She’s watched several of Asmo’s streams, but she’s never sat in while he streamed before. Not for lack of trying on Asmo’s part, of course. He’s been trying to get her to join him for ages now. He says he performs better when she’s watching. And Delphi has to agree. Tears glisten on his lashes and he whines prettily, a pout on his lovely lips as he edges himself for the camera. His arms shake and sweat glistens on his brow and Delphi can tell that he’s so close to coming undone.
He looks over to her then, lids heavy as he watches her. She spreads her legs for him, letting him see how wet she is, how her slick stretches in glistening strands between her fingers. He whimpers as she toys with herself, speeding up to match her pace. In less than a minute, he’s arching and spilling ropes of pearlescent white cum over his stomach and chest. It glitters faintly under the soft white glow of his ring light as he leans back against the headboard of his bed to catch his breath.
“Thank you all for being here tonight, my lovely kittens,” he finally breathes, sitting up to look into the camera. “I do have some news for you before you go! This coming Saturday, I’ll be doing a special collab with my darling friend Delphi. You’ll be able to watch live here on my channel or on her channel, OracleDelphi! I hope to see you all there! Night, kittens!”
Delphi is out of the hanging chair and straddling him as soon as his camera and light click off, lapping up the pearly mess with a deep groan. Asmo chuckles, burying his slender fingers in her pink curls as she runs her tongue over his soft skin. He pulls her up gently, guiding her to his lips. He dips his tongue lazily between her lips, savoring the slightly tangy flavor of his own release coating her mouth.
He nudges at her soaked entrance with the tip of his cock, smiling as she thrusts her hips back to meet him. Against her lips, he whispers, “I could feel you while you were watching me, darling.”
“Could you?” Delphi breathes, shivering and sinking onto his cock with a moan.
“Mm, I could,” he replies. His hands slide down to grasp her hips, guiding her into a slow, rolling pace. “Your desire was so strong I almost came twice before the end.”
She grins, tangling her fingers in his strawberry curls and pulling him into another sweet kiss. They rock together like that, little more than heavy breaths and soft moans passing between them as they lose themselves in each other. Heart pounding behind her ribs and all of her nerves alight, Delphi comes undone with a cry. Her head is light and her legs shake as her orgasm washes over her, and she whimpers softly when she feels warmth spread through her as Asmo stills beneath her.
She rests against his chest as she catches her breath, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“So, what now?” Asmo asks, lightly scratching her scalp.
“Mm, I wanna take a nap,” Delphi hums, her eyes drifting closed. “I wanna take a nap right here.”
The Avatar of Lust chuckles, kissing the top of her head as he replies, “I was actually thinking about going out. What do you think?”
Delphi peeks up at him, squinting. “I need a shower first. And maybe some pasta. But going to The Fall could be fun.”
Partner In Crime 💛
Me: Wanna go out with me and Asmo? We’re going to The Fall.
Mammon: Are you buyin’ drinks?
Me: I’m inviting you, aren’t I?
Me: Drinks are on me.
Me: Are you coming or what?
Mammon: Yeah, okay. I’ll meet ya there.
Me: Aren’t you home?
Mammon: Nah, I’m at Hell’s Kitchen with Beel and Belphie.
Me: Do I want to know?
Mammon: I lost a bet with Beel.
Me: Lol, maybe that’ll teach you.
Me: Meet us there in 30?
Mammon: See ya there.
“Hi, Mams!” Delphi exclaims, flinging her arms around him as he approaches. “I’m glad you made it!”
“Y-yeah, of course ya are! Why wouldn’t ya want The Great Mammon to party with ya?” His bluster is less than convincing, but she decides to let him save face this time.
The line is down the block and around the corner when they approach The Fall, scantily clad succubi and incubi glaring at them as they pass. A couple of them try to get Asmo’s attention, but with Delphi on his arm, he doesn’t spare them a glance. She only grins at them as they walk by, right up to the door where a broad-chested demon with honey-colored skin and midnight blue hair stands with his arms crossed. Delphi grins at him.
“I was wondering who was on the door with the line around the block,” she says. “Hi, Beleth.”
“Hi, Delphi,” the demon replies with a ghost of a smile. “Duke’s working security inside tonight.”
“That makes sense,” she chuckles. “Is there room for three more?”
“There’s always room for you and Lord Asmodeus,” Beleth tells her with a smirk. “You’ll keep Mammon in check?”
Delphi nods, bringing her hand up to ruffle Mammon’s fluffy hair. “You know I will. I always do.”
Before the Avatar of Greed can protest, she tightens her grip in his hair, forcing him to yelp. She smiles at the bouncer as he holds the door open for them, following Asmo and dragging Mammon inside. The music playing in the club is loud enough that she can’t hear herself think, and the pounding beat reverberates through her chest. It brings a wide grin to her face and sets her heart racing in a way that very few things can.
Asmo drags her onto the dance floor, his hands finding her hips and pulling her flush against him. Delphi tosses her wallet to Mammon with a warning grin.
“Drinks only! And I swear, Mammon, if you spend all of my money, you’ll wish Lucifer got hold of you!”
He waves her off and heads to the bar while she and Asmo dance. She won’t admit it, but she needed this. The music so loud it rattles her soul, grinding against her best friend until they both manage to work up a sweat. She doesn’t even think about Lucifer or Wolf or the stream. She doesn’t.
Mammon brings them drinks and hands her wallet back, mumbling something that she can’t quite catch. Delphi just smiles and takes the glass of cemetery tequila from him, downing it in one go. It may not get her drunk, but the flavor is still very much tequila.
She pulls Mammon in behind her, grinning when she feels the bulge in the front of his jeans against her ass. His hands find her waist and she leans her head back against his chest. Asmo’s mouth is on her neck, trailing down to her collarbone, leaving a trail of fire behind.
They stay like that for the rest of the song, Mammon’s hands roaming her torso and Asmo’s lips exploring her exposed neck and chest. When the song ends, Asmo takes her hand and leads her through the crowd to a room at the back of the club with plush sofas and thick curtains that muffle the music from the main club. With Mammon in tow, Delphi picks the sofa furthest from the door and pushes him down on it, straddling his lap.
“W-what’re ya doin’?!” Mammon sputters, his cheeks a deep crimson. His hands still find her hips, though, and she wiggles just a bit.
“Well, I was planning on fucking you and Asmo on this couch, if that’s okay,” Delphi says with a grin.
Mammon’s jaw drops. And, her grin widening, Delphi places a finger under his chin and gently closes his mouth.
“Is that okay?” she asks, hovering just above his lips.
Mammon can only nod, sapphire eyes wide as she lowers her lips to his. It’s soft and sweet, belying the filthy way she grinds her hips into his. He clutches onto her tightly, claws digging lightly into the warm skin of her bare waist as he guides her hips in a slow drag over the hard bulge in his jeans. Delphi grins into his lips, groaning lightly.
Not wanting to be left out, Asmo places his hands on her shoulders, brushing her hair back and pressing his lips to her neck. She tilts her head to give him more room, gasping when he grabs her chin and turns her face to capture her lips with his. She yelps, feeling him lift her with ease and turn her to sit with her back against Mammon’s chest.
He spreads her legs, placing her knees on either side of his brothers, and lifts her skirt. He sinks to his knees between her thighs, playful gaze meeting hers as he kisses and bites at her inner thigh. He doesn’t leave a mark. Asmo never marks her “perfect” skin. But it’s just deep enough to have her grinding down on Mammon’s erection through his jeans.
The growl that rips from Mammon’s chest sends a shiver through her, and Delphi repeats the action, smiling as she growls a second time. He brings a hand up to fist in her hair, pulling her head to the side to allow him access to her neck. His fangs prick her skin deliciously, goosebumps raising all over in response.
The wanton moan that escapes her as Asmo licks a wide stripe from her spasming entrance to her clit prompts Mammon to cover her mouth with one hand, gripping her waist with the other.
“Ya gotta be quiet, treasure,” he whispers gruffly in her ear, nibbling lightly at the lobe when she moans again.
Asmo looks up with a grin, licking her slick from his lips. “Why does she have to be quiet? No one will hear her over the music.”
“What if somebody comes in?”
It’s Delphi’s turn to grin as she moves his hand from her mouth. She waves a hand in the direction of the door, an incantation falling from her swollen lips. The lock clicks and a pink shimmer surrounds the handle. She looks up at Mammon and whispers, “Not a problem.”
Shaking his head, Mammon asks in disbelief, “How many times have y’all done this?”
“Too many to get caught,” Delphi giggles, tossing her head back against his chest and moaning when Asmo latches back onto her puffy clit. “At least, if we don’t wanna get caught. Fuck, baby! That’s so good…”
Asmo hums at the praise and it makes her toes curl. She buries her fingers in his curls, a moan escaping her lips. She turns her head just enough to look up at Mammon, lids heavy, and sighs, “Touch me, Mammon? Please?”
As if breaking from a trance, Mammon's hands fly to her waist, smoothing over her searing skin. He inches them higher, toying with the hem of her shirt. Delphi places her hands over his, chuckling lightly at Asmo's whine when she removes her hand from his hair, and gently pushes Mammon’s hands under her shirt.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she breathes as he squeezes her breasts, rolling her nipples between his rough fingers. “Just like that! Fuck, I’m so close!”
She cries out as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her, fisting one hand in the head of curls between her legs and the other in the second-born’s white tresses. Delphi trembles as she comes undone, her moans being swallowed by Mammon’s lips on hers. Both demons continue their ministrations until she finally whines and tries to push Asmo away from her overstimulated cunt.
When Asmo finally pulls away, licking his lips and grinning like a cat, Mammon grunts and picks Delphi up by her hips, spinning her around to straddle his lap. He latches back onto her lips as she roughly undoes his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down his hips just enough to free his hard, leaking cock. She wraps her fingers around his shaft and squeezes lightly, grinning at the groan rolls from deep within his throat and the buck of his hips beneath her.
“On your back,” she breathes against his lips. He looks at her with wide eyes, but obeys without protest, shifting to lay down on the couch with his hands on her hips.
It’s well past midnight when the three finally make it home, giddy and giggling from drink and dancing. Delphi doesn’t think they’re too loud. In fact, she’s fairly certain they’re being quiet, all things considered. But apparently, someone doesn’t agree.
“And just where have you three been?” Lucifer growls from the stairs.
They stop in their tracks, Mammon sobering up instantly. He scratches the back of his neck nervously, looking anywhere but at his older brother. Delphi and Asmo grin to each other.
“We were at The Fall,” Delphi explains, trying her best not to giggle out loud. “We went out dancing.”
“On a school night?” Lucifer sneers, approaching to loom over her, arms crossed.
“It’s not a school night, though,” Delphi says, crossing her own arms and looking up at him steadily. “We don’t have classes tomorrow. Holiday, remember?”
The eldest lets another growl rip from his chest, glaring heavily at the small human before him. “Get to bed. All of you.”
He calls after them as the three turn to head up the stairs, “Your own beds.”
Delphi and Mammon shrink away from the stairs. She waves at Asmo as he bounces up to his room, then shoots Lucifer a questioning look before heading off down the hall toward her room. The hell had gotten into him?
Lucifer drags a hand through his hair, groaning in frustration. He had actually remembered that it was a holiday and that classes had been cancelled. But something in him had snapped seeing Asmo, Mammon, and Delphi in the hall, falling over each other and laughing without a care in the world. He’s sure it had something to do with the banner ad that had flashed across his screen earlier.
It was a photo of Delphi and Asmodeus, both in lacy lingerie, laying on the edge of Asmo’s bed with their heads hanging off the edge and looking at the camera. Her leg was thrown over his and they both had on sultry grins, like they had a secret that only the two of them knew. The date of their collaboration was in bright pink cursive beside them, along with links to both her profile and his.
Lucifer had slammed his laptop lid so hard it cracked the screen.
When he’s sure the others have made it to their rooms, he makes his way upstairs to his own.
Notes: Sorry this has taken so long to get out! And sorry the threesome got cut short. It just wasn't happening, so I decided to quit while I was ahead...I'm hoping that I'll be back to writing more actively now that I'm finally feeling better. Being sick for almost a month will really take ot out of you! Anyway, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! See you for the next one!
