#k-mmunicate

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For one, Beel eats your homework project (some sort of plant for a demonic biology class) and is absolutely devastated when you confront him.

He ends being more upset than you were in the first place. To the point where you’re basically comforting him. It’s a little unnerving to see 6’5 of pure muscle groveling at your feet.

“I really didn’t mean to.”

“I know Beel, i’m not that mad anymore.”

“…But you’re still mad.”

You sigh. “Alright, how about you buy me new seeds and fertilizer and all will be forgiven. Does that sound good?”

With that he gets you new supplies and offers to carry all of your books/bags for the rest of the week. (By the end of it you had to physically pry them out his hands. He just wanted you to be happy with him again.)

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On the other hand, Belphie absolutely abuses his puppy dog eyes to make you forget about whatever he did. (it works every time).

This time, he took it upon himself to turn off your alarm for the weekend. Sure, you didn’t have anything to do, but it’s the principle of it all! Which means it was well into the afternoon when you confront the lump of demon lying on top of you.

You cup his face with your hand, rubbing your thumb against his cheek. You swear you can a glint of satisfaction faction flash in his eyes, but it’s gone a blink.

“You’re not even sorry are you?”

He closes his eyes as he leans into your palm. “I can be if you want me too.” Then quieter, like it’s a secret between the two of you. “I wanted to be with you a little longer.”

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A kiss on the back of your hand from Satan when he’s too engrossed in his book to look up at you.

You both are sitting on the couch in the library. Maybe you’re reading a book of your own. He’s holding your hand, thumb running along your knuckles. He brings it up to his mouth. The actual kiss is quick, a fleeting press of his lips against you, but then he keeps your hand there, like he doesn’t want to let you go. He reads a couple more pages like that, and you let him, holding you close to his lips and closer to his heart.

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A kiss on the tip of your nose from Asmo when he doesn’t want to mess up your gloss.

He can’t help it! He just loves the way your eyes go a little cross-eyed as you watch him lean in. Loves it when you only look at him.

He’s holding your chin, turning it this and that way as you both look at the mirror. He wanted to test something at the shine you think. Suddenly, you’re not facing the mirror anymore. All you see is him. You watch him lean in and plant a kiss on the top of your nose. His lips are warm and soft. You swear you feel your whole body tingle as he pulls away.

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A kiss on the neck from Belphie when he doesn’t want to move off of you.

Doing the hear me out cake with some of the other first years.

Someone has their phone propped up, recording you guys.

On your turn you get your (one and only) stick out, keeping the printed out face turned away from the group to build suspense.

Slowly, you push the stick into the cake. You uncover the face and announce your choice out loud.

“My choice is former General Lilia Vanrouge.”

You then slap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. You look around, everyone is staring at you, half-horrified and part amused.

“WHAT!” Ace exclaims, his eyes dart from you, to the cake, and back to you. “I thought we just doing celebrities!”

You deadpan at him. “I don’t know anyone on this cake. How was I supposed to pick a celebrity?!”

There’s a rustling of leaves from behind you guys. Turning, you don’t see anything, but when you look back in front you hear a voice right up against your ears.

“Oh my, I haven’t seen myself like this in ages! Where did you get this?!” The man himself hovers next to you, eyes trained on his own portrait.

The table goes still, silent enough to hear a pin drop. Then, like never happened, the ruckus starts up again. Everyone tries to get the someone else to explain what the game is when Lilia asks.

Amidst all the chaos a certain silver-haired boy blinks awake. He recalls being invited to participate with you guys. He rubs at his eyes to see who’s been placed on the cake so far, and huh..

Thinking about Malleus coming at the sight of you being full

You’re on your back. He’s got his hand on the inside of your knees, basically folding you in half. He mouths at the side of your neck, biting and sucking on every bit of unmarked space.

He’s hitting you deep from this angle. You gasp and shake from every thrust. You open your eyes and look down at where you two are connected.

That’s when you see it.

Every time he thrusts in, your stomach puffs up just a bit.

That can’t be right. You blink a couple times and focus on your stomach.

But then it happens again.

And again.

And-

You’re eating dinner with Malleus. Ever the observant one, he notices your eyes on his plate and offers you a bite. You accept, and instead of letting you pick some up with your own fork. He gathers some on his own, leans over very close to your face and… feeds you. Oh.

“Oh my goodness.” You say with a laugh after swallowing the food down. “I thought you were gonna lady and the tramp me.”

Malleus’ brows scrunch in confusion as he settles back down. Cute. You think, almost missing his response.

“I apologize, I don’t believe i’m familiar with that expression.” His head tilts to side, you’re not sure if he notices that he does this. “Could you explain it to me?”

You explain the specific scene to him, and its symbolic meaning. Sevens, your face feels warm.

“Fascinating,” He says when you’re done. “And is this something you would like to try?” The implied “with me” doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Of course, come here.” You watch him grab another piece of pasta and place it between his lips. His eyes drop from yours to your lips, expecting. So you beckon him over, grabbing the other end with your lips. It’s not long before the noodle is gone and the only other sensation you feel is his lips on yours.

Eyes closed, you sigh into the kiss. His hand comes up to hold your face and trace over your cheek with his thumb.

Eventually you pull away. You almost forget the point of what you guys were doing. Malleus reminds you when he speaks.

“I have no point of reference, so you will have to tell me.” You watch him lick his lips before continuing. “Was that as romantic as the film portrays?”

“Wonderfully romantic.” You reply, breathlessly. Then, you think of something and laugh. “We should try the pocky game too.”

This time Malleus just smiles, starting to close the distance between the two of you again.

“Am I correct to presume this game includes more kissing?”

You grin so hard your face hurts.

“Of course.”

Other times though, you get pictures that feel more special. Ones that would never make it to his magicam. Morning selfies with his hair haphazardly pushed out of the way, unstyled. Or photos of him in the bath, bare-faced and flushed from the steam. Those are your favorites. They aren’t pictures of the world’s beloved Vil Schoenheit, but photos of your boyfriend Vil.

Usually you reply to them, a compliment followed by an inquiry about his plans for the day or how his day went. It’s the norm, a routine. Vil appreciates routines.

God forbid you forget to reply.

You’ve been running around all day at work. Your feet hurt, your head hurts, you need a break.

Your phone pings, it’s a message from Vil. A photo. It’s accompanied with a message that says,

Just got home.

He’s unfairly beautiful. Gorgeous, is what you would reply with if you had the time. Someone calls your name, high-pitched and rushed. All you can do is react with a heart before shoving your phone back into your bag.

You finally get to pull your phone out again before you start to walk home.

You have two- wait three- no four missed calls from Vil. In a hurry you slide open your phone to call him back, he picks up before it can even ring.

“Love.” His voice is smooth, almost entirely calm and composed. If you didn’t know him like you do, you would have missed the underlying tension in his tone.

“Hi, is there something going on?”

“Did you see my message? The one I had sent you earlier.” That makes you pause, taking a second to wrack your brain for anything important he could have sent you. You come up with nothing.

“I’m not sure? The last one I saw was from a couple of hours ago when you got home, sorry if I missed anything else.” You’re a tap away from opening your messaging app when Vil answers you.

“I’m talking about that very one.” It’s silent for a beat, like you’re supposed to understand exactly what he’s trying to get at. Then there’s a sigh on the other end. “You didn’t reply and I…” He trails off and you give him a moment to think. “I was worried.” He sounds so serious, so sincere.

“Oh, Vil that-“ You pull the phone away from you to chuckle, lest he hear and misunderstand. “I was just swamped at work today, nothing to worry about.”

“Hm, well I suppose that makes sense.” You would think that’s the end of it, but he goes on. “But your reaction, the simple heart if you can recall, it lacked your usual..fervor to my images.” And oh my god, of course. You think of something.

“How about I show you that fervor in person?” Your voice may sound teasing but your dead serious

“Perfect, the car will be arriving to pick you up shortly.” The what?

“Car?”

“Yes.” He says it like it’s final. “You must be tired on your feet, I can hear it through the phone, I don’t want you walking anymore than you have to.” There’s the sound of something moving. “A bath and an early nights rest is what you need.” Your body sings in appreciation, you love when he’s right (always).

“That sounds perfect, I’ll see you soon okay?”

“Yes, be safe my heart.” You can’t help but smile.

“I love you Vil.”

He says your name in that way that makes you weak in the knees. Light, and yet so full of feeling.

(CW: fem!reader beel x reader and lucifer x reader, in a little bit of a slump, tried my best supperrr short. might come back to this later, thx for the suggestion. looking back not sure if i wrote the kink right oops)

NSFW under cut

He greets you by the entrance when you come back after a long day out. You two make small talk (he yaps off your ear as you nod). You hang up your jacket on the rack and make a mental note to wash it before the week is over. You’re about to ask him a follow up question about whatever he’s talking about when you notice him take it right back off the coat rack.