#reesie writes

Mammon: writing on your body appears on your soulmate's

writing down little notes on your arm has always helped you remember

especially when you began living in the Devildom, writing the names of streets or the types of hexes on your forearm became a second nature

Mammon's noticed the notes appear on his skin, unable to come off no matter how hard he scrubbed

thankfully, his choice in clothes has always managed to hide it. he knows a sign of his soulmate but in honesty, he'd be crushed if it wasn't you

so if he continued to hide them from anyone's sight he'd still be able to stay with you. he isn't taking the chance to lose you if you weren't his soulmate

when you were getting ready for class one day you found a series of numbers scribbled on your palm

it was safe to say you hadn't written it, the numbers made no sense to you and it wasn't your printing

you knew this was your soulmate's doing but it was the first time a note had been written on you. did your soulmate just...not write on their own body??

You end up seeing Mammon slinking around the halls of RAD showing off his new watch to anyone within a meter from him.

"Hey! Human," he calls out, his voice being carried throughout the corridor. You turn towards him and he's glowing, thrusting his arm out to you.

"I won it in a bet. Ain't it nice?" The gold band catches thee light from one of the many windows that line the hall making it sparkle. Mammon lets you grasp his hand, it's soft and warm in your own as you inspect the watch. When you go to drop his hand you notice something. 62 38 17 20. You flip his palm up and see the numbers is scrawled in blue ink. It's identical to yours, the writing, the pen ink.

"Oh, yeah. I played the lotto last night. Wrote down the numbers." He shrugs but doesn't take his hand out of yours. He enjoys the feeling of your finger tracing the writing too much.

"Why ya lookin' at me like that?" You're squinting, studying the numbers to make sure you aren't imaging anything. When you look up at him he raises his eyebrows. Wordlessly, you pull up the sleeve of your uniform and place your palm parallel to his. You watch his eyes drop to your hand, his lips part but no sound comes out. It's his turn to bring a finger to your hand, touch so light like he's afraid of burning you.

"Does this mean..." he trails off, looking back up to your face. He's fighting the urge to smile too afraid that this is all a dream. Mammon lets you roll up his sleeve to reveal the notes you've written and you feel your heart pound against your chest. Mammon was your soulmate.

"You're my soulmate," you breathe, still looking at his skin. In an instant, Mammon wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. He buries his face in your hair taking a deep breath. You reciprocate the hug, looping your arms around his torso listening to his rapid heartbeat.

"You don't know how hard I wished it was you," he whispers.

"Looks like you're stuck with me," you laugh, tears prickling your eyes. Mammon kisses the crown of your head.

"Hm yeah. Gonna cause a lot of trouble for me, aren't ya?"

Levi: you feel the same emotion as your soulmate

you always thought of yourself as someone who was in touch with their emotions

it was one of your greatest assets and even more handy when you started living in the Devildom

lately, it seemed like you couldn't get a handle on them, mood swings were more common or emotions would hit you suddenly out of nowhere. You noticed it would happen during the late hours of the night when everyone was sleeping soundly in their rooms

You didn't know what was happening until did some research and found that this could potentially be a sign that you've found a soulmate, but it would be much harder to figure out who it could because the only clues you had were emotions.

during class you became ecstatic, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt and you heart was full of joy. your thoughts were preoccupied with happy memories and your presence lifted everyones mood

it was weird, you weren't sure what made you this excited but it felt like a breath of fresh air. you were perky the rest of the day and even on your walk home

when you walk into Levi's room he's bouncing off the walls and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. His radiates a gleeful energy and when he spots you leaning on his doorway he grins.

"guess what?" he asks and you feel like you're about to burst. He doesn't give you time to answer before he continues, words spewing out of his mouth.

"I was able to get us tickets to our favourite idol group! I know how much you enjoyed listening to their songs with me so I stayed up all night and skipped class to make sure I bought the VIP passes!"

relief. you see it on his face and you feel it within your core. you hold onto the feeling a touch too long before your stomach drops and despair takes a hold of you.

"do...do you not want to go?" Levi deflates, the joy in his face is swiftly replaced with a frown.

"no! no, no, of course I'd love to go! that's really sweet and considerate of you." This time he feels something. He feels loved. It makes his back straighten and chest puff out.

"no one has ever done anything like this for me," you add.

"I guess...I guess this is why we're soulmates."

Levi feels the words die in his throat. he never thought he would have a soulmate. someone to care for him and to put up with his rambles. but he can feel it. he can feel it seeping from his pores and it cradles him. makes him feel safe in a world full of hate and judgement.

content. you both feel it flooding you as you grip his hands in yours.

Satan: you can hear your soulmates voice in your mind

Satan thought he had finally lost it when he started hearing a voice in his head. thoughts that didn't belong to him would echo throughout his mind. when is this class over? I wonder what I should do for lunch

it would scare him at first, make him jump out of his skin to hear an unrecognizable voice interrupt the silence. after a while he found it amusing, listening to your most inner thoughts. maybe it was about how your day was going or that pop song stuck in your head for the millionth time

you had a similar reaction when you heard a voice in your head that wasn't yours. most of the time it sounded like sighs or a narration of a movie plot

it became the highlight of your day, listening to his thoughts when he would read. try to solve the book's mystery before reaching the final pages and the triumphant yes! that would follow soon after

you both have attempted to reach out to each other but it seems not every thought is able to get through. you know each other's names, and general personal details. its like an itch you can't scratch. you're with your soulmate for majority of your days but can't see them. can't hold them in your arms after a long day and it weighs on your heart

Satan knows this. he knows you. how you crave of finally meeting, of being able to see the life you think about together

it hurts him too, thinking about how he can't spend his quiet afternoons with you, the only person who genuinely understands him and his ways. the only person he can trust to love him whole

the coffee shop isn't too busy when you walk in, the smell of the beans linger in the air and the heat kisses your cheeks. you see a couple sitting on the nook together exchanging hushed whispers.

I wish we could have that

we will. I'm sure of it

you let out a small laugh. you take pleasure in the confidence Satan emits, always certain you'll have your fairytale ending together.

"can I get a latte, please." Your head snaps up to see a mop of blonde hair infant of you. they're wearing a green jacket and a book bag a hangs off their shoulder with a voice you could recognize anywhere. you hesitate, what if your mind is playing tricks on you?

"thanks."

"Satan?" you call and the figure freezes. Emerald green eyes stare into yours.

"you're here," he says, bringing out a hand to cup your cheek. he can feel the warmth on his palm as he takes a step closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies. you rest your forehead against his.

"Hi." he smiles and closes his eyes. you feel wetness on your cheeks and notice he's crying. you bring your thumb to brush away at the stray tears.

"its okay," you whisper and he hiccups.

"I'm here. you don't have to be alone anymore."

Asmodeous: living in a colourless world until you meet

Asmo's been alive so long that seeing things in black and white doesn't even bother him

He never thought he would have a true soulmate seeing as he is the Avatar of Lust

people fall for him every day and he can charm people into loving him. he never thought he could have anything genuine because of who he is.

Unlike him, you haven't been living like this for as long, it was natural for these things to take time but who can blame you for being anxious?

but when you appear in an unfamiliar room and see the orange tint from the candle light and the sparkling stars in the deep blue sky your heart starts pounding in your chest

to be honest you didn't even know who your soulmate was, there's several people looking at you so it's kind of process of elimination

Asmo blinks and all of a sudden he's staring at the red uniform that Diavolo is wearing

so he blinks again and it doesn't disappear, he can see the pink and green that paints his nails and pale purple banners that line the council room

his soulmate is a human who's definitely overwhelmed, he can see it on your face that you're trying to process all the information being thrown at you so he takes it upon himself to not tell you. he doesn't trust himself to not interfere. he doesn't want to make you fall for him, he wants you to do it on your own. he wants to know he is worthy

You've been living in the Devildom for a few weeks and are no closer to finding who your soulmate is. Spending your free time with the brothers who were in that room with you except for Lucifer and Diavolo who always seem to be busy. It's a bit frustrating, no one seems to have hinted at recently seeing the world in full colour or giving you clues on who it may be. What's the point of seeing life in colour if there's no one to share it with?

Asmodeous has been trying to adjust to this new life. To the idea that his soulmate is a human who he's desperately trying to avoid. It makes his heart ache, not being able to get to know you like he should because of who he is. Because of what he is. He locks himself in his room staring at all his belongings but it doesn't shut out the thoughts that race in his mind. They come to a standstill when he hears a soft rap on the door and his greeted by you.

You've never really gotten the chance to look at his eyes. Pink hues and orange tints blurred together as they shine under the hallway light. His gaze is soft, it makes your stomach turn and heat rush to your cheeks. An epiphany. You're not sure how you missed it, the signs were there. Why he would avoid you, keeping you at arms distance.

"I like the colour of your eyes."

It fills him with a joy, warmth flooding his system as he lets out a chuckle. He needs someone like you around, to remind him he's worthy of true love. To remind him that there is more to life than superficial beauty.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want to...to make it unnatural or-"

"It's okay. I had to spend a lot of time with your brothers to figure it out, though." He laughs, corners of his mouth lifting making you beam. He looks radiant in colour, it compliments his skin adding to his aura.

" I promise I'll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you," he teases.

Beel: flying a paper airplane that moves in the direction of your soulmate

Beel doesn't think about soulmates too often unlike his other brothers

he likes to believe Belphie's the closest thing he'll get to one and that's okay

but there is times where he finds himself wondering if he'd finally be satisfied if he found his soulmate. if he had someone to share his treats with or someone to give him an infinite amount of kisses

you come to mind when he pictures a soulmate, you don't try to change him or chastise him for eating as much as he does. yet there is no sign you're his soulmate or he is yours

and that's what stops him, he doesn't want to get in the way of you finding your person because he can't get enough of you.

you don't really know much about soulmates until you go to the Devildom and hear stories about them. how demons find there life partners from being drawn together by a red ribbon or having matching tattoos

it makes you believe your soulmate is out there, gives you hope you'll find a envy worthy love

Beelzebub is bored. this class on potions has been going on forever and he's lost all focus. he spies a classmate making a paper airplane, probably out of boredom so he follows in suit. folding the line paper over itself as the bell rings, signaling the end of class. he waits until the other students to leave before he throws it, letting it whizz through the air. except it doesn't land on the floor like he expects, it continues to zoom in the air and out the door. hurrying, he packs up his things and dashes out the classroom scanning the hall for the plane. He notices it flying over heads and in between students before he begins to jog through the crowd. it takes him through another wing of the school before sending him outside by the courtyard. at this point he knows there's something more than wind controlling the paper airplane. Did he use a cursed paper, he thinks to himself, gaining on it. He doesn't notice the plane's descent as he collides with you, moving your body on top of his to absorb the impact. the sound of crumpled paper can be heard as the plane lands beside the two of you.

"are you okay?" you ask while you lift yourself off his chest. he's blushing, no doubt because of the position your in. your legs hooked around his hips, hands pressed firmly on his ribcage.

"y-yeah. you're not hurt anywhere are you?" you shake your head and he sits up.

"what were you chasing?"

"that," he points to the air plane, drawing your attention.

"you threw it out here? it's not windy though." you're right, he thinks. there is no wind or breeze at all out here. the leaves are firmly planted on the branches of trees and no one's jumped out of a bush to admit to a prank. Beel looks at the plane while he bites the inside of his cheek. you reach out and grab the piece of paper to inspect it.

"you know," he starts. you look at him expectedly with wide eyes.

"they say a sign of finding your soulmate is if you throw a paper airplane it will lead you to them." you're quiet. thinking it over he guesses.

"I threw it back in the classroom. but it just kept going and brought me out here. and then landed right by you."

"are you saying I'm your soulmate?"

he shrugs, so you take the airplane and throw it behind you. both of you watch anxiously as it swoops around in the air to change direction and crashes into Beel's head.

"well... I think it's safe to say we're soulmates," you say with a sly grin.

Belphie: when you have a question, your soulmate has the answer

Belphegor doesn't believe in soulmates

he thinks its a concept made up by someone who was too desperate for their own good

he's met humans, demons, and angels alike and hasn't found one he finds more than tolerable. he's been living for so long and it hasn't happened yet so it's another reason why it's a myth

yes he's heard the stories about how there's a plethora of signs and clues to find your soulmate but he doesn't care. it's too much work to go out and look for them

the Devildom has a lot of traditions you didn't know about and one of them was the idea of things that lead you to your soulmate

it was interesting of course, how there were so many ways to find the person who was made for you

but none of the brothers talked about their signs or if they've found their soulmate so you began to think it was some sort of hoax

"do you believe in soulmates?" it cuts through the silence that filled the planetarium. Belphie is laying down on the couch, eyes drifting closed.

"no." he doesn't even open his eyes. He snuggles into his blanket more.

"how come?" your tone sounds somber.

"I don't think you can only have one person for your be all, end all. why?" you shrug with a sigh and he opens one eye to analyze your figure. you're sat beside him, staring out the window.

"I was talking to Solomon about it. he said even demons have soulmates but none of you guys ever talk about them."

"why were you asking him about it?" there's a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Like I said, you never talk about it. did you ever look for them?" you shift closer to him and he lays his head on your lap. you've always felt like home to him.

"no. too much work," he replies with a yawn. typical.

"do you know what your sign is at least?"

"yeah." he closes both eyes again

"are you going to tell me what it is?"

"having the answer to their questions. I met a witch once. she told me."

The air is still and the room has gone so quiet you could hear a pin drop. your mind races to come to a proper conclusion.

"Belphie?" you ask calmly. he hums in response.

"did you know this whole conversation was just us asking each other questions?" you look down at him and he opens his eyes.

"not before you brought it up... do you believe in soulmates?" he questions.

"yes," you say taking a breath.

"I do."

This routine carries on for a few more days but it seems even demons need some type of rest. The bags under his eyes become more prominent, the laughing more minimal and everyone seems to notice. Council meetings are more draining as the group skates around the real issue at hand. Lucifer has assured you and his brothers that Diavolo is fine and to keep the questions to a minimum. You know it's out of good faith but it hurts you deep down to see the one you care about struggle. The relationship you have with the prince is unorthodox in short. It's beautiful really, catching the longing glances he would send you. And it's tragic because he's the prince of demons and you're the human exchange student. Yet that doesn't stop him from thinking of you. It doesn't stop his breathing to become steadier. Or the loneliness that penetrates his heart to subside.

"Hey.” 

He jumps. He's not sure when the other council members left or when you claimed the seat beside him, hand lightly resting on his shoulder. He can feel the warmth you send through his uniform. You notice the shade of crimson that dusts his cheeks as you continue. 

"I noticed you've been acting a bit...down lately. Just know I'm here for you, okay?" you say with sincerity and he feels it. The tenderness you radiate that makes him bloom. 

"I suppose I haven't been sleeping much lately.”

 He knows he's down playing it and so do you. The soft smile he gives is almost convincing. Almost. Maybe you shouldn't pry.

"Okay, just...just let me know if I can do anything to help-"

"Have dinner with me."

"Wh-"

"Only if you want to, of course!" He adds, a little too quickly. His nerves eat away at him as he curses at himself for asking you now. Truth being told, it has been while since you had been to the castle. You don't go often with how busy Diavolo is but once in a blue moon, he extends an invite to you. You can't say no, it's been too long since you've gotten to spend time together. Too long since you've felt your heart beat for someone else. 

“Yeah, I think that would be really nice", you reply breaking into a wide grin. He beams as well, his smile matching yours. Not able to remember the last time he had a reason to smile. Diavolo offers his hand to you as he gets up from his chair. It's heavy in your own when he helps you up. Soft palms rub against yours as Diavolo feels a sense of mellowness wash over him. It makes him feel alive, more than a hollow shell that moves through an endless cycle. 

Tap, tap, tap as you walk hand in hand out of the council room.

Later that evening you find yourself curled up on one of the many couches in the castle next to Diavolo. A deep burgundy blanket is draped across you both, your fingers grazing against him as the movie plays. Neither of you are paying attention though. Diavolo can’t tear his focus away from how your fingers intertwine with his. How they lock perfectly together, a feeling he can’t fathom ending. The only thing that hounds you is knowing this moment can’t last. They never do. And when you fail to stifle a yawn he feels the gnawing in his stomach begin. Is it too much for him to ask you to stay? Too selfish that he wants his streak of lonely nights to end? He hasn’t felt this peaceful in weeks and you can tell. Guilt plagues you knowing you’ll have to end the night and subject him to whatever misery seems to await. The grip on his hand tightens, almost like an apology as you consider the next words carefully. 

“Maybe,” you pause. There's hesitation laced in your voice. 

 “Maybe I can stay here the night? It’s late and I wouldn’t want to wake anyone up coming back home.”

Even though the room is dark he can the light the screen casts when he looks over at you. It illuminates the tops of your cheekbones and Diavolo has never wanted to bring his hand to your face more than ever. You get lost in his amber eyes when you feel a newfound love warmth throughout your body. His touch is comforting, leaning into his palm it lulls you in. He breaks the silence,“Yes. Yes I’ll have Barbatos prepare a guest room for you.” He feels his heart swell when you look at him with adoration. It dances in your eyes when you hear his response and it makes him break out in a smile.

Taps echo in the corridors again while Diavolo leads you to your room, fingers still roped in each others. Centuries old paintings line the walls, the golden frames sparkle in the light. You're stopped in front of a tall door, the wood is stained darkly to enhance the designs etched into it. 

"Here we are.”

Diavolo turns to face you, a soft smile to hide his grimace when you let go of his hand. "I'll see you in the morning, Dia," you respond and press a kiss to his cheek. He can feel the spot tingle, it sends shocks throughout his entire body. What he would give to feel your skin on his one more time.

The guest room is spacious and the carpet is soft under your feet. The duvet is embroidered with flowers and feels cool on your skin when you sink into the sheets. The quietness eases you into a soft slumber. But that isn't the case for Diavolo who's made it back to his bedroom. The ceiling is consumed by a darkness that seems to stare back at him. He isn't sure how long he's been tossing and turning. The wind is too harsh against the window and there's an abundance of papers that need to be signed. 

But then there's you, someone he holds close to his heart. Someone who helps him blur out the busyness of his royal status and makes his heart flutter. So when he finds himself standing in front of the double doors that lead to your room it doesn't surprise him. But the doors feel intimidating. Like they’re judging his every move, watching him intensely. The need to hear your steady heartbeat outweighs everything else when he knocks softly on the door.

It stirs you from your sleep, shuffling out of bed you open the door to be greeted by Diavolo. His hair is tousled and messy, as you look up to meet his eyes you see he looks drained. The time is late and that's all you need to know before you widen the door more and allow more light to stream in. Diavolo gives you a sigh of gratitude before he steps into the room. It's astounding how quickly he feels tranquil, your presence alone seems to calm his storm of thoughts. He waits for you to close the door before he finds your hand interlocking your fingers then he pulls you towards the bed. It's different than his room. This room is warm and full of love that washes over him when he gets enveloped within the sheets. You lay down adjacent to him, sinking into the pillows as you cast a glance at his figure. Diavolo maintains a distance between the two of you but that doesn’t stop you from feeling the neediness that emits from his body. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask shifting closer to his side. Diavolo turns  to face you. Despite the darkness, he can make out your face and the way your eyes glimmer, catching the lights from between the curtains. But the silence speaks volumes when you slowly reach out and trace his face. He no longer feels the loneliness that follows him like a shadow. Not when you graze his lips, not when you reach up to play with his hair. All he can feel is the steady beat of his heart in his chest. A beat that plays for only you to hear. 

“Can we just...stay like this? For a while.”

It’s barley audible. You would have missed it if not for listening to every rise and fall of his chest when he breathes. Pressed flush against him now with his arm slung over your waist, pulling you closer so he can rest his head in the juncture of your shoulder and neck. 

“’course”, you whisper and wrap an arm around him, tangling your limbs together. His fingers glide along the bare skin that peeks out from below you shirt. After all those nights of drifting through a deserted labyrinth where sleep manages to escape him, Diavolo feels comforted in your arms. It’s like having a taste of paradise, simple touches igniting his love for you. His need to constantly keep you around to keep him from flying too close to the sun. And it lulls him into a hazy state like a sailor to a sirens song. 

His touch sends shivers up your spine and sends butterflies to your stomach. You can feel Diavolo’s breath fanning on your neck and the scent of his shampoo that lingers in his hair. Pressing a kiss to his head, Diavolo’s fingers slow to a stop. You can only assume he has finally fallen asleep and feel a small smile making its way onto your face. 

The castle is no longer filled with soft taps along the marble floor. Rather, it is full of a rejuvenating silence. A feeling of two souls basking in the intimacy of one another. A feeling of solace. 

it rings throughout the room of his study.

you sniffle, eyes meeting his only to find something dark staring back at you. you trail over the sharpness of his cheekbones and the way his tongue darts out across his lips.

Lucifer is mesmerized, you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky despite treating you like you were nothing. because to him you meant nothing. nothing but a follower who wanted praise and attention. you're trembling under his touch and he can see the way your eyebrows knit together.

"you are a mere human, something I can chew up and spit right out." he begins to trace a finger along the angles of your face, outlining your lips making you shiver. the closeness of your two bodies creates a suffocating heat and sends a rush to your core. Lucifer makes a sound of disapproval.

"are you even listening to me? I'm finally giving you what you wanted but you're not even thinking with that pretty head of yours," he mocks, tilting his head as he sends a questioning glance. you've been caught. there's no use in denying it, especially when he looks further down to see your thighs clenched together. he scoffs.

"you reek of desperation. you just wanted me to pay you some mind, hm?" you nod in response, the words dying in your throat.

"I want to hear you say it," he says, tone low. you flush with embarrassment.

"yes," it's quiet as you muster up the courage to go on.

"wanted your attention. I wanted you to like me," you whisper.

"I should leave you here. let you learn your lesson that not everyone you come across will like you."

your eyes go wide and you quickly grab his wrist. he eyes you intensely. it quiet for a moment, the sound of the crackling fireplace fills the air.

"Lucifer, please," you beg. there's a sense of urgency in your voice. he raises his eyebrow. Lucifer has you eating right out of his palm. it's as though he can smell the neediness that rolls off your body, it seeps from your silk like skin.

"please, what? do you think you deserve anything I give you?"

hesitation, contemplating his words that echo in your mind. the situation you're in is dangerous. cornered with no where to go and you're begging for someone's attention who wouldn't even give you the time of day.

Lucifer watches you bite down on your bottom lip. he sees the way your chest rises and falls as you shrug off the last bit of dignity.

"I want... you. please Lucifer."

he studies you. notices how your pupils are dark and hazy, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. it feeds into his ego, your devotion to him is a rush. he feels the power go to his head. of course he's used to being worshipped but you knew he couldn't fathom your existence. you knew the consequences of getting involved yet he was the motif behind all your thoughts. all the nights you spent in your bed, trailing fingers around your slick clit with a palm to muffle your cries it was him who plagued your aching core.

Lucifer rolls his eyes but tugs you close nonetheless. you can feel his breath on your skin as he brings one hand to fiddle with the button on your pants.

"always thought you were godsend, hm? that you would be praised for all these good deeds." you've left go on his rest now, opting to wrap your hands around his shoulder blades to bring your bodies together.

you try to defend yourself, say you were just doing what you were told but the words never leave your lips as Lucifer brings a hand to your neck. he doesn't apply pressure, just keeps you there looking up at him. he can feel the thrum of your pulse against his palm as he clicks his tongue.

"don't even try," he snaps, hand making its way to the hem of your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin.

"but I was jus-"

he lips are on yours instantly. it's messy and rough, teeth clashing as he swallows your surprised sounds. you feel feverish, heartbeat pounding in your ears, fingers clenching the fabric of his uniform. it's too much yet not enough, one arm wrapped around your waist pressing your chest to his and hand cradling your throat.

Lucifer moves his lips to your jaw sucking bruises along the bone before he pulls away, leaving you to sit in his chair. you glance at him in disbelief.

"what?" he doesn't bother to look at you as he busies himself with documents on his desk.

"you were gonna..." you trail off. the stickiness between your legs and throb you're feeling makes it hard to focus. how could he do this to you?

he pushes his chair away from the desk and spreads his thighs a bit creating a space for you to slot yourself between. you're drawn to it, like a string is pulling you towards him as you make your way across the room and stand before him. He looks bored. unamused as you sulk in silence at him for leaving you high and dry.

with a huff you situate yourself on his thigh, but the peace doesn't last when Lucifer's hands settle on your waist. the pressure pushes you down further on his thigh causing you to rub against the fabric of his pant leg.

"look at you, pet. didn't even need me to help you ride my thigh," he teases. there's a bite of venom to his tone that makes you embarrassed. but when you feel the friction from the movement on your clit, you can't hold back the gasp that falls from your lips. you start to move on your own, letting your hips drag back and forth with your eyes screwed shut. it sets tiny fires across your skin, the feeling of the rough material and the flex of his thigh.

"so desperate to get off, lucky I'm here to help you, hm?"

your head is thrown back, hands gripping his shoulders for stability and it's saddening to see how easily he was able to sink his teeth into you. Lucifer grips your chin once again, "am I the only one who can get you off?"

he's mocking you and it's sad to see how easy it was for you to claim your devotion.

you nod, unable to form words as you begin to reach your high. Lucifer can tell by rapidness of your breathing and the way your skin is hot to the touch that your close. he debates on pushing you further, keeping you from reaching release but you've been good. so he leans in and tugs on your lip with his teeth with his other hand cradling the back of your head. you taste like sin, something forbidden and it makes Lucifer want more.

"let me cum, please," you whine, looking up at him with big doe eyes and he chuckles.

"you've done so well, think it's time for a reward."

he brings you into a kiss once more as his hands settle on your waist, bringing you back and forth adding to your pleasure. it's not long until you find your release with a sigh of relief.

"what do you say for me helping you?" he questions.

"thank you, Lucifer," you whisper, leaning your head in the crook of his neck.

The last few days have been strenuous. Between balancing class work, documents for Diavolo and the chaos that never rests in the house, you’ve turned on auto pilot out of exhaustion. The new festival Diavolo has proposed seems to leave everyone on edge, constantly feeling the need to walk around eggshells has become essential. And to make matters worse, you’ve been tasked to scout out vendors with Lucifer. You both knew this was Diavolo’s doing, his need to make you and Lucifer get along outweighing his considerations of your own feelings. You can’t blame him though, it is his job to ensure humans and demons co-exist but it doesn’t make the situation any less frustrating. Especially with the persistent arguments that have become inevitable, looming over you like a dark cloud. 

Your eyes close, gathering any shred of strength you have buried deep within. Breathe out, you remind yourself. It’s just a few hours, hopefully less if you keep biting on your tongue and then you can return to bed, sleeping off the bitterness that eats you alive piece by piece. 

Lucifer is quiet on the way into town, the air between you two full of electricity. It radiates off your body and Lucifer swears he can feel chills running down his spine. He’s uncomfortable, hands busying themselves as he adjusts his cufflinks every so often while he throws glances your way in attempt to assess the situation. You avoid his eye, opting to stare straightforward instead with a stern look on your face as you walk by a crowd. 

You can feel the wind cut into your skin and you clench you teeth. Breath out. 

“You’re punishing me with silence.”

“Pardon?” You stop in your track and turn to face him. The wind is picking up now, rustling the leaves from nearby trees. Lucifer bites the inside of his cheek before he continues. 

“You think I don't notice you avoiding me?” He questions. His eyes are darting between yours, studying your face for any type of reaction. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t try to engage with someone if you know they're avoiding you”, you spit. He doesn’t get a chance to respond, instead watching you turn back around and keep walking. You don’t make it that far until you feel a pressure on your wrist causing you to whip back around. Lucifer has a grip on you as he pulls you into an alleyway, backing you against a brick wall. The wind howls. 

“Let go of me.”

“Stop acting like a child and tell me what’s wrong.” 

“For fuck’s sake!” You yank your arm from his hold and give him a shove.

 “What the hell is wrong with you?” You’re met with silence causing you to let out a dry laugh. 

“Are you serious?” you shoot and he stares, taking a step back. 

“This. This is what’s wrong!” you yell, gesturing between the two of you. If looks could kill there’s no doubt he would be dead right now.

“You act like everything is fine but it’s not. It hasn't been for a long time. If anything, you choose to ignore it. Every single day.” Lucifer can feel the venom dripping off your words as he looks at you dumbfounded. 

“What do you mean?” 

You jab a finger at his chest, “When I first got here you treated me like I was nothing. Do you remember how you would threaten me? For helping you? For bringing your family together? And god forbid I were to fall behind on work!” You spin around and begin to pace. Months of pent up loathing bubble up and seep out of you, nails biting into your palms hard enough to draw blood. But you don't notice, too wrapped up in the hatred that's been consuming you for far too long. 

“You think Satan would have just come around? Get over his own despise for you? Hell, I don't blame him, not after knowing this is how I would have been thanked. You threatened to kill me, Lucifer.”

The air is crackling now, the anger making the atmosphere tense. Lucifer feels his breath hitch and mouth run dry. His mind races trying to recall the memories of what you’re talking about. You step closer to him, invading his space like he’s done to you time and time again. He shrinks back as if he’s been burned.

“Nothing to say, huh? I figured. Too prideful to own up to all the shit you’ve put me through,” you whisper, head tilted up to look directly in his eye. He stares back, tongue darting across his bottom lip. You scoff and begin to walk away. 

“I’m sorry."

It’s immensely quiet, get's carried with the wind and echos in your mind as it becomes your final straw. You straighten up and exhale to face him. God, how oblivious can he really be?

“You’re sorry?” You’re laughing now. It’s amusing, seeing the avatar of pride, one of the strongest demons apologize to you, a mortal. 

“I can’t do anything with ‘I’m sorry’. ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t take back the nights I’ve spent in an epitome of isolation. It doesn’t take back the fear I had of you ending my life over nothing! I’m done playing your saving grace, your way out of dealing with your problems.” Lucifer swallows. He feels like he’s being ripped apart, his heart is aching and his throat is becoming tight. No one has ever talked to him like this, told him the cold blooded truth out of fear of the consequences. Yet here you are, standing before him with an indomitable spirit . In this moment, Lucifer realizes how truly terrifying determination can be. 

He knows you're right, his apology is useless to you. It bares no weight if the words depict no action. He can't change his ways, it's apart of the curse casted upon him when he was sanctioned to the Devildom. It torments him knowing he's condemned you to such a fate. A lifestyle where you've been made uncomfortable within the walls that were supposed to protect you. To care for you.

“I hate you,” you seethe. Your words twisting the knife submerged into his chest. It pounds in his head. 

Lucifer blinks, trying to recover from what you said. It hits him like a freight train, finally reviling in the gravity of the situation. How his actions caused you so much suffering and despair. How it picked away at you and he was too stubborn to acknowledge it. He isn't sure what's worse, the fact that you didn't scream it or the fact that he wished you would have. Your voice has remained eerily steady and unwavering as you glare, shooting daggers into his skull. Lucifer has no quip comeback, he knows when to surrender.

The wind has calmed down and no longer echos in the alleyway.

You take a step back looking at Lucifer's form. No longer is he standing at attention, his posture looks more frail and delicate. You drop your shoulders in relief, the tension dissipating by the minute.

"Don't bother waiting up for me to come back to the house," you call out, not fussing about giving him a second glance. Lucifer watches you walk out, taking in a ragged breath. He feels numb, the remorse devouring him in mere seconds as he stands alone, watching your figure disappear.

Mammon - laughter, starry eyes, hand holding: You’re spinning around one of the lamppost that line up along the street as Mammon scoffs at you. Humans are silly, he thinks as the cast from the light creates an orange hued halo on the top of your head. What a coincidence. “Alright human, let’s get going yeah?”  He asks as he tilts his head a bit. You stop spinning and offer your hand to him. 

“Come on, it’s fun I promise.” 

He grumbles a bit but comes to you nonetheless. The next thing you know, he’s following in suit, light illuminating his face adds to his beauty and catches his earrings making them sparkle. He looks ethereal like this, a wide grin delicately placed upon his face as he laughs. You laugh along and watch him brighten, the sound echos through the empty street. Taking in the sight until Mammon unravels his arm from the pole and you do the same. Mammon saddles up next to you to continue the walk back home, whistling to fill the silence. The back of his hand brushing against yours sends a flush to his cheeks. You roll your eyes, threading your fingers through his, feeling the coolness of his rings on your bare skin. 

“See? I told you it was fun” 

“Hah… yeah whatever.” But his words do little to disguise his joy since he’s rapidly swinging your arms. He leans closer to you and plants a quick kiss on your cheek as you two continue your walk back home. 

Levi - late nights, holding, laughter: Neither of you are sure of what time it is, but you know you it’s way past your bedtime since none of you can stare at each other without bursting into a fit of laughter. It started with Levi sending you a message to meet in his room to re-watch one of his favourite animes and somehow you’re here, laying on the floor, laughing so hard you can barely breathe. When you look over at Levi you see his face glistening, the reflection of his LED lights bounce off onto cheek. And that’s when you notice the sparkling trail on his face is actually tears. Racing over to him, Levi freezes up at the sudden closeness looking at you with wide eyes.  You’re hunched over him on your knees scanning for any sort of discomfort. “Are you okay? Why were you crying?” Levi opens his mouth a bit but no sounds come out and he starts to turn red. 

“I-it’s fine. I’m fine”. He’s stuttering now as you wipe away his tears with your thumbs. “I…I was just laughing so hard.” You stare at him. Who knows what had you laughing in the first place. He sits up a little too quick and collides with your forehead. 

“Ow!”

“Are you okay?” But you can’t hold in the little chuckle that escape you. Levi gets redder by the second, pressing his palm to his temple. You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him into your side. He rests his head on your shoulder after a few moments of squirming. “This is a total normie thing to be doing,” Levi takes a pause as you lay your cheek on his hair. “…but I-I like it”, he adds very quietly.  

Asmo: warmth, hushed whispers, connections. There’s a soft smell of jasmine in the air and sound of water splashing. The foamy bubbles collect on your skin as Asmo places feather like touches on your back. He has always been soft and gentle with you, his fingers dance along your skin as he spreads the citrusy soap. It’s moments like these that you love, Asmodeous  without the glitz and glamour. Just two lovers speaking in hushed whispers, drawn to each other by an invisible string. The water is warm and sends ripples throughout the tub as you lean into Asmo’s touch. “Feeling alright?” Asmo asks with a hum. 

“Hmm yeah. Feels nice.”

“Good. Thought it would be nice for us to spend more time together, hmm? ♡” 

You twist around in the tub and wrap your arms around Asmo’s neck, bringing your chests together. His eyes always reminded you of the sunset, how  the orange rays melt into shades of pinks. A small giggle pulls you from your thoughts ,“Grimm for your thoughts, darling?” 

“Just looking at you. You’re really beautiful y’know?” 

He presses a kiss to your temple and brings a finger to trace your cheekbones. “Of course I know, but keep telling me, okay?” 

“Always.” 

Beelzebub: You’re currently shuffling through one of the many closets in the House of Lamentation in search for a medical kit. Not too long ago Beel had sent you a message asking if you could bring him bandages and antiseptic but not to be alarmed, it was only a minor fall he had at fangol practice. After finding the kit you make your way to his room to see him nursing his wrist to his chest, a small pout forming on his lips. “Hey”, you walk into the room and he turns towards you with a soft smile, “what happened?” Beel gives a small shrug. 

“We were doing some practices and I fell. It’s okay though, promise.”

 He starts to take the supplies from you with his other arm when you stop him. He gives you a confused look, staring at you with wide eyes. Cute. You plop down beside him and gently take his right arm to guide to your lap. “The wrist, right?” You ask as you unravel the bandage. Beel faces you more letting his arm rest comfortably in your lap. Your touch is delicate and he notices he feels different when he’s with you, the little nagging in his head is suddenly not so loud but replaced. There’s butterflies in stomach when he’s with you, no longer hungry but itching for something else. He watches you with curious eyes, it’s not often he gets taken care of like this. It’s nice. You finish wrapping the bandage around his wrist before brining it up to your lips, placing a small kiss. That’s what sets it off, the flush on his skin, the heat racing to his cheeks as he brings his gaze falls to his now bandaged wrist. 

“Better?”

Now you’re giving him that look, the one where he wants to cup your face in his hands. He gives a small nod and you notice the prominent shade of red that coats his cheeks. Beel takes a second to clear his throat, “let’s get something to eat, hmm?”