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nach-obssession · 3 years

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Can you do the brothers reacting to S.O. MC always having an unidentifiably "familiar" scent and then finding a spray bottle with the brother's perfume in it, diluted so that it doesn't overpower MC's but still gives them a subtle trace of the brother's scent? Which brothers do you expect would take up the practice so that they always have MC's scent lingering on them?

So cute!

I think demons and angels would have a better sense of smell than humans so wearing one of the brother’s perfumes would be like Mc marking themself as the demon’s partner.

It’s not foolproof of course, after all, other demons can buy the same perfume. But between the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos everyone wears different scents so it would be clear to all of them whos perfume you are wearing.

Lucifer:

Lucifer has been using the same cologne for several decades now. It’s honestly surprising that it hasn’t gone out of style, or become associated with old people(Like how certain human colognes or perfume is only used by your grandparents). It’s distinctive but elegant and simple enough to be timeless.

Lucifer first notices how your scent is oddly familiar a few weeks after you return to the Devildom with Solomon.

Something about your new scent is immensely gratifying to his senses.

It makes his pride flare, and he finds himself far less worried about his brothers or Diavolo trying to steal you away.

Much to his embarrassment, Lucifer finds himself nuzzling into your neck as if to scent you while trying to identify the change.

It’s early yet and you’re still curled up asleep in his bed when he finds the simple-looking perfume bottle on your desk as he is fetching you a fresh set of clothes to change into.

He stops to examine the bottle, thinking that perhaps he should bring this to you as well. Although he loathes to let you cover up his scent.

He opens the bottle to ensure it won't completely overpower his scent on you, and for a moment he thinks he must have used a bit too much of his own perfume this morning. He sniffs it again and realizes that while it is similar to his own scent, it’s different. Muddled, diluted with something, water, and perhaps a bit of your own perfume/cologne.

His lips curl into a smirk as he realizes that he’s caught his cologne thief. He’d assumed that he’d simply misplaced a bottle of his cologne but now realizes that you must have taken it back to the human realm with you and made this.

Lucifer falls in love with you all over again. He is so enamored with the idea that you want to smell like him, essentially letting other demons and angels know that you are his.

When you wake, he is sitting next to you. Still smug. Pride radiating off him in self-satisfied waves. Toying with your perfume bottle. “Mc, my dear, if you would like to let others know you are taken I would be happy to mark you more clearly.”

You swear he likes to fluster you just for his own enjoyment.

“When this is gone,” he says holding up the perfume bottle “you are welcome to more of my cologne, you needn't resort to thievery, my love.”

He won’t take up the practice himself, but if you have to be away from each other for an extended time he’ll ask for a bottle of your perfume/cologne to keep your scent fresh and near.

Mammon:

Mammon is snooping in your room again. Not to steal this time, he swears! It was just to figure out what kind of gift you’d like.

The perfume bottle looks expensive, so he picks it up. Thinking that buying you a new bottle might be a good gift.

It doesn’t have any labels so he opens it to see if he recognizes the fragrance.

He is so, so embarrassed to find out that it is a diluted version of his scent! Poor Mammon, he is so flustered when he finds out that he drops the bottle, shattering it on your bedroom floor.

Suddenly it all clicks into place for him. The reason he had been so much more protective of you. Why he had found himself resisting the urge to mark you as his more than he usually had to.

You’d been making yourself smell like him, marking yourself for him. Mammon is over the moon. You want to be his. You’re already together of course, but you want other demons to know you’re together.

It takes everything Mammon has to stop himself from going to get you right now. From bringing you to his room and marking you himself.

But he’s got a bigger problem to handle first. Your room is a mess, floor covered in glass and perfume and he’s got to fix this before you get back.

When you open your door Mammon is still trying to clean everything up and air out your room, you recognize the scent of the spilled perfume and you feel the embarrassment overwhelm you.

Mammon is looking at you, face red and stuttering out an apology. “I swear I wasn't trying to steal nothin'. I just-” He flounders gesturing to your desk “it was an accident Mc! Picked you up a new bottle of mine so you can��” if possible his face gets even redder.

“Mammon if you don’t like it I can stop.”

“What? No! Of course, you’d wanna smell like the great Mammon! Besides, I don’t want anyone else thinkin they can make a move on ya. You should keep doin it.”

Mammon won’t ask for any of your perfume/cologne but he will borrow(steal) a little of it every once in a while. Mostly when he’s going somewhere he can’t take you. It makes him feel closer to you. And it has the added benefit of preventing any demons from making a move on him, letting them know he’s taken.

Levi:

Levi can’t quite put his finger on where he’s smelled your new perfume/cologne before.

It’s familiar, but he can’t place it no matter how hard he tries.

For some reason, it makes him less jealous when his brothers are around you. Like he doesn’t have to worry about you realizing they are better than him anymore.

Levi might not notice what your new scent is but his brothers sure do.

Asmo gives you knowing little winks and you could swear you’ve seen Mammon crinkle his nose in distaste at you.

Levi doesn’t figure out why your scent is so familiar until he finds you in his room pouring some of his perfume into a different bottle.

You’re startled when Levi takes the bottle from your hand and tilts your head to the side to smell your neck.

He takes a step back from you red to the tips of his ears “M-mc you-” He gapes at you for a moment “You can’t just do that without warning me!” he whines. “You know other demons can- my brothers can- it’s like you’re telling everyone you’re mine.”

“I know, Asmo gave me the idea. He said demons use their scent to mark their significant others. I’m sorry Levi, are you mad?”

“Mad? You want to smell like me, how could I be mad when I’ve wanted to-to mark you for months? I just didn’t want to...creep you out...with all that. Y-you can still use my cologne just ask. Thought you were Mammon stealing for a second.” He says covering his blushing face with his hands.

Levi is awake for a long time that night, even after you’ve long since drifted off curled up next to him in his bathtub bed. He’s caught up in the fact that you want to smell like him and he wonders if maybe he could do the same thing with your perfume/cologne.

Eventually, he’ll ask for some of your perfume/cologne but it’ll take him several weeks to finally blurt out the question.

Satan:

Somehow your scent is different, more familiar.

It sets him at ease, like seeing you in his jacket or finding you sleeping in one of his shirts.

It clicks that you are using his scent when he notices how fast he is going through the bottle of his cologne.

His face heats up and oh my, you’re using his scent. That's why it was so familiar.

Once the surprise has passed, his lips curl up in a wicked grin.

Oh Mc, Satan is so pleased. He is so in love with you.

He has you meet him in his room to confront you. His cologne in hand, lips curled up in a smirk. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mc?”

You tell him about how you dilute his perfume with yours so that you smell a little like him and meekly apologize for stealing from him.

Satan’s smirk grows as you explain, and when you fall silent he pulls you into his arms. “I like having my scent on you kitten. But you know there are other ways I can leave my scent on you if you’d like?” he murmurs, kissing across your cheekbone and down your jawline.

He sounds so confident but there is proof of his own emotions in the red dusting his cheeks.

Satan might dilute some of your perfume/cologne if there is a particular reason he wants other demons to know he’s taken. Maybe an event he can’t bring you to or if there has been a particularly stubborn demon not taking no for an answer.

To be honest Satan would rather have you leave your scent naturally. By sleeping on his pillows or wearing his jacket.

If you have to go to the human realm without him for any length of time, Satan will pick up your habit and start diluting some of your chosen scent with his while you're gone.

Asmo:

It doesn’t take long for Asmo to figure out why your scent is so familiar.

He knows exactly how long a bottle of perfume will last him and has a sixth sense for knowing when someone has moved any of his beauty products.

“Mc, darling, it’s sweet that you want my mark on you but if you keep stealing from me I’ll have to punish you,” he sings.

“Is that a promise Asmo?”

He brings you your very own bottle of his cologne.

The fact that you dilute his scent with yours brings Asmo to his knees. It’s so cute! But also such a tease! He’d love to leave his scent on you in other ways too.

But first, he just wants to curl up and cuddle with you. Knowing that you want to advertise your relationship so openly makes him feel truly loved.

The feeling overwhelms Asmo and he is so, so happy that his feelings for you are returned just as strongly.

Asmo will definitely take up the practice so your scent always lingers on him as well.

Asmo is not ashamed or shy about your relationship and any demon who insinuates he should be is playing a dangerous game.

There is no hesitation in his voice when he asks for a bottle of your perfume/cologne in exchange for his.

He likes knowing his scent lingers on you and flaunts the fact that yours lingers on him.

Expect to exchange bottles of perfume on holidays.

Beel:

Beel’s nose picks up the change in your scent immediately.

It’s familiar and yet hidden beneath your own scent just enough that he can’t place it.

This is frustrating for him because he’s never had so much trouble placing a scent before.

But he likes the addition as well.

In the end, it’s Belphie who rats you out to his twin. “You know I'm sure Beel would have more fun if he got to mark you himself, Mc.”

Beel puts down the muffin he’d had halfway to his mouth to look at you, realization flashing across his face.

He smiles happily at you, light blush dusting his face.

He’ll give you your own bottle of his cologne.

But he’ll also explain how having his scent linger on you is a way that demons mark their significant others. He wants to make sure you know that you are advertising your relationship to other demons.

When you assure him you’re ok with that he’ll ask if he can do the same with some of your perfume/cologne. That way other demons know he’s yours too.

Belphie:

Belphie notices right away.

It’s obvious that the new addition to your scent is his when you’re napping in his bed with him and the new portion of your scent blends seamlessly with the blankets and pillows around you.

Belphie gets a mischievous smirk on his face as he nuzzles his face in your hair. “There are better ways for you to wear my scent, Mc.”

He doesn’t stop you from using some of his perfume to dilute and mix with your own.

In fact, he encourages the practice.

He likes the fact that other demons will know who your heart belongs to.

With his scent lingering on you it’s very unlikely that other demons(his brothers) will make a move on you.

He won’t adopt the practice himself.

Not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s a lot of work to dilute perfume so perfectly.

But if you were to make it for him, he would wear it everywhere.

He finds your scent calming, so having it linger on him would be very nice. Why else would blankets occasionally go missing from your bed?

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nach-obssession · 3 years

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princess

Diavolo x Lucifer, DiaLuci

Fluff, Making Out

Diavolo accidentally turns into a woman and Lucifer is the one who has to deal with it. Inspired by this fanart.

There’s a knock on Lucifer’s door, loud enough to make him look up with a frown. The oldest brother hesitates, anxious that it might just be one of his siblings or MC determined to prevent him from doing his paperwork, but he gives in and tells whoever it is who’s now banging on his door to come in.

Surprise paints itself all over his face when a young woman barges in, a bright smile lighting up her face. She’s gorgeous, her skin glowing despite the lack of sun in the room, and her yellow eyes are sparkling with a hint of maliciousness. She’s wearing a red dress that highlights her generous curves, and it takes Lucifer a second to remember where he’s seen that dress before: it’s the dress Asmo designed for a sticker of Diavolo.

Suddenly, the gears in Lucifer’s brain activate: that skin color, the yellow eyes, the red hair… it can’t be?

“Um… Diavolo?” Lucifer asks, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Hello there Lucifer!” the young woman answers, waving a hand as she gets closer to him. “Don’t I look amazing?”

Lucifer takes another look at her, and coughs in his fist.

“What exactly happened?” he asks, not understanding how in the world Diavolo went from a huge demon to a beautiful demon lady.

“Simeon sent me some drinks from the Celestial Realm, but it appears that Solomon accidentally messed up their content, so now I look like this!” Diavolo explains, seemingly unbothered by his new appearance. “I had no idea I would look this good as a woman. I should’ve tried changing my appearance way earlier, don’t you agree?”

“I guess it is a good thing you don’t mind this sudden… change, but perhaps you should contact Simeon and Solomon in order to know how they can fix this?” Lucifer suggests, trying not to come too close to Diavolo.

“Don’t worry, Barbatos already told them of what happened and they’re looking into the matter,” Diavolo answers, “so now all I have to do is wait until I can somehow go back to normal. That said, I’m not particularly looking forward to going back to my former appearance too soon, I do like this one.”

Lucifer can’t help but sigh, and he sits down again. If Barbatos has already contacted the troublemakers, it’s one thing he doesn’t have to do, at least. Remains Diavolo, who seems way too delighted with his new appearance, and Lucifer just knows he��s going to have to entertain him while he’s in this form.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bother you,” Diavolo says, still smiling brightly, “I’ll sit down somewhere and busy myself.”

That’s… unexpected. Usually, Diavolo never wastes a second trying to get his attention, and that even if Lucifer is drowning under paperwork. Lucifer nods at Diavolo, and resumes his paperwork. He quickly realizes that even if Diavolo isn’t doing anything, his mere presence is enough to distract him – but he can’t blame it on Diavolo, who’s quiet in a corner for now.

It eventually reaches a point where Lucifer is this close to giving up, and that’s when Diavolo skips to his desk, a grin plastered on her beautiful face.

“What if you took a break?” she suggests, leaning in enough that her chest is showing thanks to her cleavage.

Lucifer has half a mind to scream because it seems that no matter the appearance, Diavolo seems to enjoy showing skin, but he keeps his composure and merely nods. Diavolo beams at him and takes his arm before leading him to his room. Lucifer sits on his bed, fully aware that he’s not in a position of power here, and he tenses as he feels Diavolo climbing in the bed and getting behind him.

“What are you doing?” Lucifer asks, and Diavolo giggles.

In this form, his voice sounds much more feminine, but it’s still as loud as his original male counterpart.

“I’m going to help you relax,” Diavolo answers mysteriously.

It would be a lie if Lucifer were to say that he was unaware of the sexual tension sitting between him and Diavolo since centuries or perhaps more. But for Diavolo to wait until he was turned into a woman to act on their reciprocally buried feelings somehow disturbed Lucifer. Just because he was a woman now didn’t mean it’d be easier for Diavolo to win over Lucifer’s heart, and Lucifer hoped the Demon Prince knew it. As much as it pained his pride, it was with the original Demon Prince he had hopelessly fallen in love with, not anyone else.

Lucifer tenses once again as Diavolo back hugs him, bringing the back of his head against her chest. Lucifer can’t say that he didn’t see that coming, it was obvious Diavolo was delighted to experience being a woman with such ample curves. Lucifer breathes in and out, forcing himself to relax, and Diavolo starts gently massaging his shoulders.

“You really are too tense,” Diavolo comments.

Lucifer doesn’t answer. There’s no point in doing so, he already knows it.

“You know, I actually thought of something,” Diavolo adds, relaxing her embrace.

“What is it?” Lucifer asks.

“You know how in tales and such, all it takes is a kiss from the prince for the princess’ troubles to go away? I thought that maybe a kiss could fix my situation too.”

There’s a heavy silence for a few seconds, and Lucifer’s body moves before he can fully realize what he’s doing. Diavolo is soon sprawled on his bed under him, cheeks red and panting, and Lucifer wonders if he’s doing a mistake or something that will serve them both.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Lucifer asks, and he has no idea why his voice sounds so seducing now but it simply does.

“Please?” Diavolo merely answers, batting her eyelashes.

Lucifer presses their mouths together, and it’s like they’re both breathing again after being underwater for too long. It’s a kiss that’s long overdue, centuries of dancing around each other without daring to make the first move, but now it’s the first step to setting everything right.

Diavolo moans weakly as Lucifer licks the inside of her mouth, and Lucifer merely presses their lips tighter together. Diavolo is melting under him, but has enough grip on reality to take one of his hands and bring it to her chest, a silent demand for him to touch her more. Lucifer wastes no time in doing as asked, and Diavolo cries in their kiss as he gently gropes her chest.

“More,” Diavolo whimpers, “give me more.”

Lucifer is tempted to get of the dress altogether, but before he can do so, there’s a sudden cloud of smoke and the original Diavolo is back. It’s strange seeing him lie on his bed in such a vulnerable position, legs spread and eyes watering with lust, but It certainly isn’t disagreeable.

“Do you still want more?” Lucifer asks, a smirk stretching his lips.

“I very much do,” Diavolo answers, chuckling, and Lucifer kisses him again.

That dress is in the way and Lucifer won’t let it ruin his plans of claiming Diavolo as his own.

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