#mrsochocolaterequests

“Belphie?” 

He cracked open one eye to peer up at you from your lap, the slight twitching of his tail looking more like a cat than cow, giving away the fact that he hadn’t been nearly as asleep as he’d seemed. “Hm?”

Your fingers left off tracing the base of his horns to trail curiously down his neck, lingering on the splotches that darkened his skin. “How far do these go down?”

“Just read it,” he asks, with his best pleading eyes, and you sigh. Incapable of denying him anything when he turns them on you.

“Fine, fine.” You take the book from his outstretched hand, and shake your head with exasperation before reading the words on the page aloud. “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets....Satan, wha-?”

“Chocolate is nice, and I appreciate it, but...”

I hope all of you are having a wonderful one! I wanted to do something special this year, but since I've been so busy with DirtyDoesGood, it's been hard to find the time. Still...we can't let the day pass entirely uncelebrated! So I'm going to take micro-requests today, in the form of chocolates to share with all of you ♥️♥️♥️

Send me a boy (Ikesen/Ikerev/Ikevamp/SLBP/MLQC/ Obey me!) and one of the treats below, and I'll send you a bit of love back! (And if you want to block these, block the tag #mrsochocolaterequests)

Truffle - A few sweet sentences (microfic)

Praline - A romantic quote that reminds me of them

“You could share, at least one.” You tried not to pout but it was hard to, when Kenshin was busily working his way through the chocolates. “They are mine after all, aren’t they? Did you not buy them for me?”

He glanced up, mismatched eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Correction. They were yours.”

You arched an incredulous brow at him, and could feel how flat your expression had grown. “And now they’re not?”

The silence stretched sharp, ready to garrote you at the slightest move. 

“What did you say to me?” Lucifer’s voice was soft, pleasant. Dangerous.

You licked your lips, and lifted your chin. “I said ‘no’.”

His dark hair shifted across his brow at his slight nod. “That’s what I thought you said.” A single step closed the space between you, and the cool touch of his glove was sleek on your jaw. “I’m beginning to think you enjoy being punished.”

There was an ember in the depths of his scarlet eyes that lit your courage again, a spark that told you he was delighting in this strangle little game of yours almost as much as you were. “And I’m beginning to think you enjoy punishing people.”

He’s not sure what to do.

As your arms slip around him, Levi freezes, and tries to make sense of this feeling.

His entire existence has been a state of wanting, yearning that comes and goes in waves but never ceases. Inexorable as the tide. Who and what he is. But for once...in this moment...the need is silent and it nearly deafens him.

It won’t last, he knows it won’t. But as he hugs you back, he tucks the memory of this sensation away, to pull out when the despair hits him hardest again. Turning it over and over again curiously, until he names it. 

It doesn’t occur to him at first, although perhaps it should have.

Even though he notices the way you always make his brothers smile, and the approval that warms Diavalo’s voice whenever he speaks of you. The rumors swirling about RAD and the Devildom in general, about how different humans seem to be from the stories they’ve all been told, it takes Lucifer longer than he’d like to admit to notice how his own chest grows tight. Filling with something he’s afraid, in the way he hasn’t been since the Fall, to name.