#devesto dod x reader

Another night like any other. Ten o'clock at night, you're doing something pointless, Devesto is probably going to sleep in a few minutes.

Speaking of the devil, you hear him walking from the bathroom to the living room, where you were.

While you're watching TV, Devesto approaches, grabs the remote from the coffee table, turns it off, and looks at you, "Let's go."

You turn to him, somewhat frustrated, "...Let's go what?"

"What do you think?"

Yes, you have a habit of going to bed extremely late, and consequently, waking up late in the day as well, leaving you with less energy during the day. Devesto hates it. Not only because of these facts but also because it can affect your health. He warned you, urged you to go to bed earlier, but you always ignored him. But today it seems things will be different.

You just let out a hum and ignore him, picking up your phone and starting to scroll, acting as if there isn't a man in front of you waiting for you to surrender to your "crimes."

He watches you, crossing his arms, "Come on, or I'll carry you to the bedroom myself."

You put your phone down and turn your attention back to him, raising your chin, "You wouldn't do that." You retort, in a challenging and provocative tone with a slight smile.

Devesto sighs and approaches.

He approaches, raising his arms to you. You push him slightly with your legs. Unsuccessfully. He grabs your ankles with both hands before pinning them with one, bringing his other hand to your upper back. And the other again, behind your knees.

"Hey— it's not—”

Devesto effortlessly lifts you bridal style, while walking to the bedroom with you in his arms.

You find yourself blushing, squirming in his arms, "Dude— put me down!"

He tightens his grip, pulling you closer to his chest, "Come on, you've been sleeping late enough to ruin your health."

"This is ridiculous."

"I do it because I care."

You blush again, "I'm not even sleepy."

"I'll help you relax."

You look away from him, frowning.

He laughs, "That grumpy face isn't going to change my mind and make me let you go. In fact, it makes you look adorable." He teases.

You sigh, still looking like a tomato "Whatever, bro..."

Devesto enters the room with you, closing the door behind him with his foot. He approaches your shared bed and lays you down.

He turns off the bedroom light, leaving only the dim light of the bedside lamp on. And then he lies down close to you.

His arms immediately wrap around you, pulling you close.

"We rarely cuddle," he says, your faces close.

You wrap your arms around his neck, "I guess I should take the blame," you say sarcastically.

"Sure. How proud." he teases, then gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

You smile, snuggling closer to him.

Devesto does the same, putting his arm around your waist and stroking your hair with his free hand, "Comfortable?"

You let out a satisfied hum, "Yes..."

A comfortable minute of silence.

"I don't regret it," he says. "You make noise at night."

You sigh, not proud of yourself "as always..."

He smiles, "That's going to change now. I won't see you in the living room at four in the morning anymore while I go get a glass of water."

You roll your eyes and rest your forehead against his with a soft smile, "Goodnight, Dev."

He smiles back and turns off the lamp, "Goodnight, Sweetheart."

And then, you both close your eyes.

After a few seconds, Devesto opens one eye, "...Just a reminder. I'll make you wake up early tomorrow too."

You groaned.

You wake up.

A little startled. Sweating profusely.

You had another bad dream, or rather, nightmare. You don't dream much, but most of the dreams you have aren't very pleasant. And this time was no different. It was somewhat traumatizing, to say the least.

You sit up in bed, then look to the side. He's not there. He woke up before you as always, but your mind still worries you a little.

You look around to recover from reality, processing the fantastical experience your mind constructed during your rest.

You run a hand over your face and get out of bed towards the bedroom door.

Opening the door, you see Devesto in the kitchen, drinking coffee near the counter. You feel a little relieved.

You close the door behind you and approach him; he notices your presence.

"Good morning," he greets you.

"Good morning," you reply, with a slight forced smile.

He notices your slight “discomfort.” The way you glance at him to make sure he’s right there, the way you seem somewhat disoriented, confused, and distressed.

“You're good?” he asks.

“Just had a bad dream…” you soften your tone slightly.

He raises an eyebrow, “Nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

“…Want to talk about it?”

You hesitate a little before answering, “No… but I was a little scared not to see you when I woke up.”

Silence.

“Want a hug?” he offers.

Devesto isn’t much of a hugger, you know that. But you couldn’t help but be a little greedy now and accept. Not that it was a problem for him.

You nod. He puts the coffee mug on the counter and extends his arms, inviting you in. You move closer.

You relax in the embrace, squeezing him a little tighter than you should, resting your head on his chest, confirming his presence in flesh and blood.

Devesto wraps his arms around you, unsure of what to do next. He starts doing what he thinks he should. He strokes your back and head, and tries to offer words of comfort.

“Uh… whatever you dreamed… none of it was real. It’s okay,” Devesto says, somewhat lost.

You sigh, your eyes closed. “Thank you, Dev.”

You stay there for a while. Devesto seems to miss his caffeine, and then removes one arm from around you to take his coffee mug back and take a sip. Still stroking you with his other hand.

“How long are you going to stay there?” he asks sarcastically.

“For quite a while longer, if you don’t mind,” you reply.

“I don’t mind, actually… but I made coffee for you.”

You then pull away from the hug, turning toward the other counter behind you, still looking at him, “Then I’ll grab it and stick around.”

Devesto is inwardly disappointed when you walk away.

“Fair enough.” he smiles, taking another sip of his coffee.

You've always had a tendency to show your affection for people who are special to you with a simple "I love you."

And with Devesto, it was no different.

He always thought it was weird. He thought YOU were weird. He always made a point of showing how "disgusted" he was when you said that. But it all fell apart the moment your cheeks turned pink every time.

He wasn't used to hearing sincere words like that. He always expected people to hate him, idolize him, but it's not like he cared about that. His ego always speaks louder, after all. But after becoming your roommate, things started to get different.

It happened on a normal weekend. Or at least what it should have been.

Wake up, breakfast that almost caused a fire, chores, relax...

You're watching TV, a random program that doesn't really interest you – maybe you should put on a movie or something. And that's when Devesto approaches. He sits on the sofa next to you with the F3X tool in his hands; it's been a while since you've seen him with it.

You just stare, before saying in a slightly sarcastic tone, "...You're not going to use that inside the house, are you?"

Devesto sighs, frowning. "I just found it lying around," he replies, tossing the object onto the coffee table like a die, and then relaxing on the sofa.

"I love you," you simply blurt out.

He freezes for a moment and side eye at you as his cheeks begin to blush. He's quiet for a moment, looking hesitant.

You, of course, say this honestly. But sometimes it elicits a funny reaction from him, which doesn't fail to amuse you a little.

"You again with that?" He tries to force a frown that obviously doesn't convince you that he actually finds it annoying.

"With what?" You ask innocently, pretending not to know how much this affects his system.

"That— that—...that thing you say all the time unnecessarily." He replies, vaguely lost in his words.

"It's just a reminder!" You say. And then, again, "I love you." You know what you're doing. You always know what you're doing.

Devesto falls silent for a few seconds before unexpectedly returning the reply.

"...I love you too."

"...Huh?"

This was something new...? Strange? Is he okay? Did he hit his head or something? Why would he be saying it back? This is very out of character for him. But it's quite interesting.

Devesto groans and covers his face with his hands, his face burning a beautiful, deep red. "Look— I already said what you wanted— No. Forget it. Forget what I said." He says, lost in his own thoughts.

"Oh, really? That doesn't seem like enough to me." You decide to tease him.

Devesto falls silent again, possibly trying to calm himself down. You leave him

Then, he rests his hands in his lap, without looking directly at you. You just watch.

"Yeah, I like you. Not in a 'friends' way. In a— you know— that kind. THAT kind.

Wow. That hit you. Obviously. Definitely.

But that didn't mean you wouldn't still tease a little.

You let your shock and understanding fade in a few seconds, and then you tease again, "Aww, lovebird."

Devesto groans, "Shut up."

You smile. And then you move closer.

You speak softly, "So... what does that make us?”

"Just accepting it so easily?" Devesto sighs and replies in a calmer tone now, glancing sideways at you again, "whatever gayness you think it is."

You smile, give him a quick kiss on the cheek, and stand up. "Okay." "I'll prepare lunch."

He freezes in place and stays there for a long time, until eventually getting up and helping you with lunch.

Obviously, that went wrong.

You were trying out a new makeup style.

With the inspiration image on your phone screen, you try to recreate something similar.

You seem to be finished! But something's still missing…

The reference makeup has kiss marks, but you don't have a sticker or a stencil, and drawing them yourself would be impossible. You're at a loss for ideas on how else to do it.

You look at yourself in the mirror, thinking. Damn, you really wanted to add those marks.

And then, the idea came.

You're not alone at home…

Would this be crazy? It's not a bad idea, is it? You've been in a relationship for a while, why is your heart racing just thinking about it?

You sigh, think for a moment, and then decide to call him.

“Dev!” You yell.

He takes a moment to respond. You open your mouth to yell again before the bedroom door opens.

He peeks in, “Yes?”

“Are you busy?”

“No.”

“Okay. Come in.”

He does, closing the door behind him.

“Well, I’m trying out some art on my face,” you begin, “and I wanted to add kiss marks. Hum… Your help would be welcome.” You say ironically confidently.

“…Is that it?” He replies.

“…Yes.”

“Hm, okay… this will definitely be interesting.” He murmurs, deliberately loud enough for you to hear.

With your back to him, you sigh and roll your eyes, blushing. “Don’t make this sound weird.”

“YOU made it sound weird the moment you thought of it.”

You pick up your lipstick, uncapping it, “Okay, okay. Sit down.”

He does as you ask, sitting on the edge of the bed. You move closer.

You lower yourself slightly, grasping his chin and pointing the lipstick at his lips, “open your mouth.”

Devesto obeys, slightly parting his lips for you, and you begin to apply the strong red lipstick to his lips, keeping him in place.

And that doesn't stop him from giving you a flirty compliment.

It's hard for him not to look at you. You look stunning. You always have.

He then says, "You're a cutie.", smiling slightly.

You hold back the urge to smile, "Shh." You quiet him.

When you're finished, you step back, reapplying your lipstick and waiting for his next move.

Devesto then embraces your waist, pulling you closer to him. You place your hands on his shoulders for support.

"Well… Do you want a pattern of where the marks will end up or…?"

"Um… just do it the way you think is right."

He nods and then begins to kiss your cheek, grasping the back of your head for a better fit.

He lingers there for a few seconds, making sure he leaves a perfect mark.

And you, on the other hand, couldn't help but melt in his innocent kiss, even if it was something "professional." The warmth of his kiss, his touch, sends shivers down your spine and makes your heart beat faster, soon to be even more so.

He kisses you in other places on your face, and then quickly begins to kiss you more freely, without calculating exactly where to place a kiss on you.

It's noticeable when he starts kissing you without the pressure of before and begins to kiss you in a passionate, slow, and slightly sensual way.

Your heart starts to beat faster, "Looks like someone got excited," you say with a slight ironic smile.

"It's all right," he says between kisses, "The more natural, the better."

He starts to pull you closer, holding you tighter – but without hurting you. The hand that was on your head slowly moved down until it rested on the upper part of your back.

He moved to the area of ​​your neck, which seemed to be his favorite spot, where he spent most of his time. He kissed the same spot, then moved further down…

Devesto then decided to stop slowly, stepping back a little to assess his work. “Well, it seems… adequate.” He said with a gentle smile.

You feel your whole body warm, and you start to laugh shyly, “Idiot! I don’t even want to imagine the mess you made.”

He laughs lightly, letting go of you and gently pushing you toward the mirror, “Go ahead and see.”

You approach the mirror to assess the marks.

“Yeah, aside from the somewhat random blush, I think it looks pretty good.” You say.

“It looks splendid.”

“My neck is stained.”

“You told me to do what I thought was right.”

“And you thought a stain would be cool?”

“You look cute.”

You roll your eyes, grab a small cloth, and approach Devesto again.

When you’re close, Devesto again pulls you into his arms. You hold the side of his face and wipe away the remaining lipstick from his lips.

Devesto laughs, “Aren’t you even going to thank me?”

You sigh, “Thank you, that was quite… useful.”

“Thank you. I’ll always be here for future services.”

You shake your head slightly, “You’re ridiculous.” You give him a quick kiss while smiling slightly.

“…Kissing me with lipstick still on your lips?” Devesto says.

“Oh, shit! Sorry.” You laugh, wiping his mouth again with the cloth.

He smiles at you.