#Kissing Mammon is sweeter anyway

[mellonyheart]

This is the most self projecting thing I've ever written because guess what my body gave me for Christmas? Yaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy. Fuck my life. I still had to cook Christmas dinner too.

Mammon x Reader, first person pov, sfw, swearing because fuck is my favorite word today, slight angst, probably poorly edited. Edit: forgot to add 'reader is fem bodied. Whoops. Edit2: Actually gender is meaningless here and Reader could just as easily be suffering from menstrual cramps or a chronic disease/condition. So gn? The point is Reader has cramps. It's not specified what kind. Only that they hurt bad enough to not be able to enjoy going out.

Fuck.

This wasn't how I wanted to spend my Christmas.

I was supposed to greet the boys at breakfast. We'd eat and hold back our excitement (some better than others) about the coming festivities. I was going to help with Christmas dinner. I was going to bake a truckload of Christmas cookies! We were going to decorate them together. It was going to be a chaotic blast! It wasn't supposed to end up like this....

Owww....

My body seemed to have other ideas as I was now confined to my room by cramps. It's not fair! As if it wasn't bad enough I can't be in my (real) room but the boys were out spreading Christmas cheer for the rest of Devildom without me. And I was really looking forward to it!

It was hard to fight the tears as I remembered how Solomon left early to help out in my stead. I hope they can keep him away from the kitchen. That would be a disaster. Were the brothers missing me? They were right?

I missed them. I missed the present. I missed being a part of their wild world. I miss Mammon.

And now I really am crying. In no small part from the pain in my belly as much as my heart. My phone was suspiciously quiet too. Were they busy? Did something happen? Crap... you never know in the Devildom. Something is always coming up. I wanted to be a part of it. Why was fate so cruel?

I rolled over, still dwelling on my miserable thoughts. The pain killer was barely working. If I ever find this Nightbringer person (demon? Angel? Whatever...) I'm going to give them an earful. Not that my current situation was their fault but it makes me feel (infinitesimally) better to blame the entity that put me here.

Knock knock

Nope. Don't even think about it Solo. I'm asleep and I'm not eating your "soup".

Knock knock

I'm sleeping. Go away.

I could have sworn I heard a curse on the other side of my door but it was too quiet to make out. Weird. Solomon didn't usually curse.

Bzzt

?

I got a text message.

Hey.

You awake?

It's cool if you're not.

The Great Mammon just thought it'd be a good idea to check in on ya. You should be grateful I'm such a nice guy.

Fuck!

Anyway...

Just thought I'd say Merry Christmas.

"Wait!" I shouted as I threw open my door and there was Mammon halfway down the hall looking back at me with a startled expression.

...Just in time for another cramp. Ow.

"So ya were awake! Hang on... are ya okay?!" Mammon rushed to back to me, likely noticing my distress. He helped me back to bed and as he tried to take a step back I held his sleeve. Such soft fabric... if I wasn't miserable right now I would complement his santa outfit. It was perfectly... him.

"Thanks Mammon. But uh... what are you doing here?" I had to know. Why couldn't I let myself just be happy that he was here?

"Is that any way to greet someone who came all the way here to see ya?! And look at ya... fallin' over and stuff. Wait. Does that make me a hero?"

"Sure. My Christmas hero. Doesn't answer my question though." How is it that he can make me smile so easily? That has to be a super power. Maybe he is a hero.

"Do I really need a reason to see ya?! Gimme a break would ya?!" He huffed. I could guess what he was really doing here. His golden heart was always clear to me.

"I'm glad you came. Thank you. I was actually getting pretty lonely." Honesty was easy with Mammon. Even if he couldn't be honest himself. He was blushing and looking away from me. Damn he was cute.

"Y-yeah... well I figured you'd be lonely without me. I mean... well it just sucks ya got sick on Christmas. It ain't right." And by all things holy and unholy he looked at me like he meant it. He did mean it. Mammon really could be ridiculously sweet. Maybe too sweet because I can feel the tears coming back.

"H-hey! I didn't mean to... I wasn't tryin' to..." Poor Mammon. He was panicking. I really did try to explain that it wasn't that he said something wrong. It was just hormones going a bit overboard. But talking is hard when you're trying not to sob because the demon you love is too sweet for his own good. So I just hugged him. Hard. If he wasn't a demon, probably too hard but how else can I express that I love him so much I want us to meld into one person? I'm emotional. Don't hold it against me.

Mammon tried to calm me down. He hugged me back and kept saying anything he thought would be soothing in his own Mammon way.

"Hey. Ya good?" He asked as I finally calmed. My eyes hurt.

"Yeah. I'm sorry Mammon. This probably wasn't what you had in mind when you came over." My face felt puffy and I could really use a snack and some hydration.

"Don't worry about it. Are ya sure you're okay?" Anyone who says Mammon only cares about himself is an idiot.

"Yes. You're the best Mammon. I really need you to know that." I wiped my face and attempted a normal, definitely not wet, smile.

"Come on... don't get all sweet on me. Oh! I almost forgot!" Mammon suddenly dashed back into the hallway. After a moment he came back with a small festively colored bag and a thermos. "Here. I got this for ya. I uh... wanted to give it to ya before the others got here."

"Hold on... the others?" I asked, bewildered.

"Aw crap... that was supposed to be a surprise! Ya gotta pretend to be surprised when the others call ya down. I was supposed to check how ya were feeling so we can throw ya a party downstairs. Ya know, because you probably don't feel like walkin' to the House of Lamentation or the castle. And then Solomon said you didn't want to teleport so..."

I should have known. I love them. All of them. And they love me. Of course they would try to plan a surprise party so that I didn't feel left out. I feel like the luckiest human of all time. Dumb hormones can't stop me from having a good Christmas.

"Mammon?" I interrupted him from his rambling.

"Huh? What is it?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"H-huh?! H-hold on! You haven't even opened your present yet!" Fuck he's cute when he blushes.

"Can I kiss you after I open my present?"

"S-sure, whatever you want! Just open it already!" Mammon pressed the bag in my direction as to put as much distance between it and himself. He looked at me expectantly.

Inside the bag was... cookies. Clearly handmade. They certainly weren't made or decorated by Luke or Barbatos. One was a touch burned.

"You made me cookies?" I asked.

"Tis' the season right? Look! That one is you and that one is me. I threw in a couple Christmasy shapes too. Ya gotta try 'em though!" He looked nervous despite sounding so excited. I bet he brought these privately because his brothers made fun of his amateur baking skills. And he made mini us!

I took a bite of a Christmas tree.

"It's good."

"Yeah?! I mean I tried extra hard to get the shapes right and Luke had to help me with the decoratin' but they look good right?!" He smiled like the first sunrise in Devildom. So I kissed him.

Then as he got flustered and admonished me for the surprise attack I made cookie us kiss too.

Marry Christmas.

[jinkicake]

~♡ All Night Long ♡~

(( Day #7 )) Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon, Simeon x Reader

A/N: Doyoung’s beautiful voice motivated me to write.. sigh where my nctzens at? ((im sorry i just liked ay-yo soooo much)) anyway... i hope you all enjoy~ 

SMUTTT // NSFWWWW ((some characters have k!nk warnings lol, some have fem!reader -all listed below-))

WC - 2,049

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Barbatos

Barbatos never understands your attempts at seducing him.

He fully understands the swirl of desire in his gut and the tightening of his boxers but, not why you do it. You know entirely too well that the demon will give you the world if you just ask. 

All day, he kept catching you bending over in the shortest skirt he has ever seen on you, giving him an entirely full view of the pretty panties you have on. The butler would have been worried if not for the fact that it was only the two of you inside the castle right now. 

Had Diavolo or any of the brothers been around, he would have locked you away in his bedroom and hoarded you to himself much like a dragon and its treasure. 

Regardless of his confusion, Barbatos enjoyed your teasing. It made pleasuring you so much sweeter. 

“Do you know who I am?” Barbatos watches with a certain fondness as he runs his fingers along your clothed slit, each brush of his knuckles against your clit makes you jolt against the bed. From where he has you pinned to the mattress, all you can do is fondle the sheets in your hands. “I cannot be seduced as easily as the next demon or mortal man,” Despite his words, his cock aches at the sight of you. He can feel a gush of precum spurting in his boxers as he rubs one singular finger underneath your panties. “yet, you have me bewitched.”

“What have you done to me, (Y/N)?” Pure desire lights a fire in his chest as he lowers to his knees and pulls your hips so that your lower half rests off the mattress. Your squeak is muffled by the thick duvet. 

Barbatos pulls your panties down without second thought and gives himself a mere moment to stare at your bare cunt. All it takes is a slight wiggle of your hips, taunting him, for his restraint to break. 

The demon lunges for your cunt like a man starved, instantly greeting your folds with his tongue. His hands find your sides and then your hips before running over your ass. With each swipe of his tongue, he sucks in the taste before running zigzag patterns across your slit. He has yet to touch your clit and instead focuses his entire being on your entrance. A single dip of his forked tongue has you screaming out for him. It drives you wild, his monstrous tongue. 

“Barbatos,” You pant, and your squirming is met with a quick slap against your ass. He hits the skin before soothing running his gloved palm over the affected area, ensuring that the pain doesn’t last for too long. As his tongue reaches further inside of you, forcing you to clamp down around him, his thumb finds your clit. 

The combination is dangerous, the sounds he is making are dangerous. 

One of these days, you’re sure that you’re going to pass out from his overwhelming ministrations. But, until then, you’re going to keep taking it willingly and lying down. 

Lucifer (fem!reader)

“Come closer, my pet,” Lucifer lowly murmurs into your ear as his large hands tug against your bottom, forcing you to lurch forward into his chest. The subtle rock of your hips makes you pathetically moan out loud as his long cock reaches places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. “I missed you today.” He’s so sweet with his words, with his lips as he presses gentle kisses into your jaw. His lips part with each kiss and his touch is soft enough that you begin squirming for more. 

“Lucifer,” You murmur and gently grind down in his lap, back and forth your hips are moving at a slow needy pace. After a long day, this is exactly what the two of you desperately need. “please, I need more,” You’re not sure what you’re begging for, but whatever he gives you, you will take selfishly. 

“You’re being greedy,” He warns and nips at your throat to calm you down. His touch does the exact opposite of that. “relax.” At once, his hands lower from your waist to your hips. He strongly holds you in place and makes it so that you are unable to move a single inch. All you can do is pathetically grind your bottom into his thighs and try to find another source of release. Lucifer sighs. “Must you always defy me?”

Before you even get the chance to explain, lips already parting in thought, Lucifer slots his mouth over your own. He meets you in a messy kiss, tongue first and he’s eager with his movements. Lucifer devours you wholeheartedly, chest burning brightly with pride, as his tongue fondles your own. Over and over, he laps at you until you’re pulling away and gasping for air.

Even then, he can’t stay away and glues his lips to your throat. His strong hips begin to thrust upwards, bouncing you in his lap. Had it not been for the secure touch on your waist, you’re sure you would have flown off of him because of the movements. 

Lucifer sinfully rolls his hips, up and up until you’re falling back against the mattress. He doesn’t let you go, doesn’t give you time to react before he begins his work now on top of you. 

“Beautiful girl,” His eyes soften in a way that makes you bashful, shy, and you can only stare at the fondness expressed in his gaze. It’s entirely sweet and kind. Nothing like the way he is fucking you right now. 

The way Lucifer’s grunts fill your ears and the slaps of skin sound throughout the room, you know this is his purest form of lovemaking. It’s seen in your reactions and the way that you grasp onto his shoulders and dig your nails into his skin, dragging your fingers down his back as he repeatedly hits that spot that makes you see stars. Lucifer will always take care of you, provide for you, inside and outside of his bedroom. 

“Take it all, my sweet human, I know that you can.” 

Mammon

“You’re just the sweetest demon, aren’t you?”

Had your hand not been wrapped around his aching cock, exploding from his jeans, Mammon would have been sure to reject this with a snarky remark. But, right now, all the demon can do is gasp for words. 

“S-Shut up, I’m not!” He swears it to be true but, how can you take him seriously as he dips his head back and thrusts his hips into your hand? His throat is bared for you and you lean forward to place the gentlest of kisses on his Adam’s apple. “You’ll regret this,”

“Regret pleasuring you?” You murmur into his skin, now picking the area just under his jaw to suck a bruise into. Through short jerks of your fist, you work the demon into submission. Mammon has all but started to thrash against his couch, eyes screwed shut while pathetic moans leave his lips. 

“Come on, more, give me more-” He’s so greedy that it breaks his words, voice cracking from the pressure. The demon can feel his impending release building in his gut, your touch just feels too damn good. “Fuck me, (Y/N), please, please!” Mammon cums into your mouth the second you lower your face and wrap your lips around his tip, you barely begin to suck before he thrusts and spills himself past your lips. 

You don’t waste a single drop, choosing to dig your tongue into his sensitive slit as he withers against his cushions. Being just as greedy as him, you’re eager to swallow it all. 

“You really thought you could toy with me?” Mammon swallows harshly, eyes darkening as he stares at your full cheeks. Your back is arched into the air as you lean over his lap and the demon doesn’t hesitate to slap the back of your thighs. He hits you just enough that you slightly jolt and feel the pressure against your sensitive legs. “I’m not gonna let you get away that easily,”

Then, he wraps his hand in your hair and pulls you toward him. He moans pathetically at his taste on your lips and thrusts his tongue into your mouth to lap at the cum still resting in your mouth. It’s filthy, and messy and only gets even more so as his fingers dip between your thighs. 

Mammon knows your body, he doesn’t have to see your pretty cunt to find your clit and he certainly doesn’t have to stare to find exactly where you liked to be touched. He knows it all already. 

And as he kisses you, stealing the breath out of your lungs, his fingers push your panties out of the way. Your wet cunt makes him moan loudly and he doesn’t hesitate to drag his finger along your slit, scooping your essence to smear it around your clit. 

“I’m gonna fuck you good after this, got it?” His eyes are blown wide with pleasure and his lips are still slightly parted, ready to kiss you once more again. “I’ll show you who’s a nice demon.”

Simeon (daddy kink, fem!reader)

When Simeon first heard the vulgar, authoritative, pet name fall from your lips, he didn’t know what to do. He simply acknowledged it with a kind smile before continuing his assault on your throat. 

The more it fell from your lips and the more you begged for him, however, the looser his restraint got. 

“Please, daddy,” You whine into the air, chest thrusting up from where you rest between Simeon’s legs. This position is anything but innocent. The angel has one of his hands wrapped around your throat while the other rubs ferocious circles against your clit. His own strong legs are hooked over your own, ensuring that you can’t close your legs even if you tried. 

“I’ve got you, my light,” Simeon murmurs into your ear, his eyes zoning in on your breasts from over your shoulder. His mouth waters at the sight, fingers slowing down completely before he brings them up to his lips. Quickly, he sucks the digits into his mouth and laps at his skin. He moans at the taste of your pretty cunt, sucking intensely on his fingers before bringing them to your breast. With a pathetic moan, you whimper when he brushes over your nipple with his two fingers. Simeon toys with the perked nub, circling it a few times before pulling it beneath his thumb. 

He tries to calm you down with gentle coos at your growing anticipation.

“Daddy’s got you,” His gentle kisses against your shoulder do little to satiate the burning desire in your belly. The angel has an obsession with your body, an unhealthy obsession. He can touch you for days and not grow tired of it, he can indulge in the most sinful acts with little shame all because you request it from your pretty lips. 

Slowly, you’re corrupting him and the angel does not care in the slightest. 

“Let daddy finish, sweetheart,” His soft voice doesn’t match his words but, he does it so well. Simeon continues toying with your breasts, pinching and pulling on your nipples before he migrates his hand south once again. Once more between your thighs, the angel runs his middle finger up your slit. He slowly dips his fingers into your entrance just enough to break a silent scream from your lips before he brings his finger to lazily circle your clit. 

“You’re being so good for me, you’re much more of an angel than I am.” Sweetly, he presses a kiss against your cheek before nuzzling his face into your neck. His puffs of air against your throat make you squirm and the sensitivity of his touch is starting to get the better of you. 

“I wanna cum, daddy, please,” Your gentle begs work wonders on the angel, he can never deny you of anything. 

“Since you asked so nicely, my sweet girl,” All at once, two of his fingers slip into your entrance while his thumb toys with your clit. His thrusts are harsh and steal the air from your lungs, causing you to thrash against him. “Cum on daddy’s fingers, you can do it, baby,"

. . .

2023/02/13 ♡

[fanimesenseiwrites]

Imagine MC kissing the boys when they want them to shut up.

Lucifer was definitely in the middle of a lecture. He won't be happy about being interrupted at first, but just keep kissing him, he'll gladly reciprocate.

You love Mammon but hearing him go on about how great he is all the time gets to be tedious. He'll be flustered at first, but he's not letting you go after that first kiss.

Levi's passion is really endearing but he will talk for hours... he might also be passed out for hours after you kiss him to shut him up lol.

Depending on what Satan is talking about determines the reaction you'll get. If he's being serious, don't interrupt unless you have a death wish. If he's just been going on about cats for too long or something, he'll be happy to receive affection.

You know what's about to happen if you interrupt Asmo with a kiss... "If you wanted attention, all you had to do was say so!"

You're more likely to have to kiss Beel to get him to stop eating than to stop talking. But he'll be happy to kiss back, you taste sweeter than any dessert anyways.

If Belphie is awake, and ranting, it's probably about Lucifer or maybe Diavolo. Just kiss him and tell him to go to sleep, he'll happily oblige.

Barbatos doesn't talk so much, but if he does it's about something he actually knows a lot about. He's telling you about different teas when you suddenly just wanna kiss him. He'll kiss back, but he does get the hint and will just make you tea instead of continuing to talk about it.

Diavolo could ask you questions about the human world for days. Do not test this theory. Just kiss him, he'll be glad to make out instead.

Solomon has been trying to explain some magical theory to you for a couple hours, you're starting to fall asleep. So obviously you should kiss him to stay awake. He's glad to kiss back, but he'll continue his lecture later.

Simeon has been bouncing new story ideas off you for a while and has gotten himself really anxious about it. Kissing the angel is like hitting the reset button. "Oh... You're right. I should take a breath and calm down."

Luke is upset that Beel ate a cake he made and the rant has turned from being about Beel and the cake to all demons. Kiss the top of his head and offer to help him make a new cake and he'll be right as rain.

[peachy-cream-writer]

how do the obey me brothers make out/kiss!

Obey me brothers making out / kissing their s/o

Warning ~ making out / kissing

“Asmodeus and MC makeout sesh drabble?” - anon

I hope that this is okay for you! Sorry I mashed them into one but they were similar concepts so I think it’s okay ^ - ^! Enjoy :)

Edit - AHHH! I just realised I forgot Satan’s!! Lemme update it so sorry folks! 😔

Lucifer

❀ Lucifer likes slow, passionate and romantic kisses

❀ He prefers to take time with showing his physical affection, littering your neck, cheeks and lips with soft kisses

❀ When you make out he has you placed in his lap, his hands on your hips for full control over the kiss

❀ He’s definitely more dominant and so expect love bites along with kissing

❀ Often times Lucifer can be rougher but that’s only when he’s had a tough day

❀ But this boy has very soft lips cuz he uses a cherry flavoured lip exfoliating scrub which was gifted to him from Asmo, he hadn’t had a real reason to use it until you came along and complimented his lips

❀ Making out is definitely private and happens mostly in his room, he doesn’t trust his brothers enough to do it in yours

❀ But that doesn’t mean that he won’t press the occasional kiss to your cheek or forehead when he sees you around Devildom

Mammon

❀ This boy gets super nervous when he’s kissing you, like REALLY nervous

❀ He wouldn’t ever admit it but feeling you press kisses to his collarbone or against his cheeks makes him so flustered

❀ Mammon is super big on PDA, you’re his of course

❀ You’ve made out a few times in the common room and occasionally in the kitchen, the boy just can’t control himself around you!

❀ As for simple kisses Mammon gets the most flustered here

❀ When you press a sweet little peck on his cheek his heart explodes with love and adoration, his brothers always tease him for his warm cheeks

❀ He’s a tsundere though so again he would never tell you about your affect on him, he even has a hard time admitting it to himself

❀ But in short this “hot shot” melts with your kisses

Leviathan

❀ This boy is a little inexperienced when it comes to making out

❀ Kissing your Ruri-Chan body pillow doesn’t really count as experience but Levi counts it anyway because it felt real to him

❀ So when he gets kisses from you he’s a MESS

❀ His cheeks are scarlet red and he doesn’t really know where to put his hands

❀ But! He does get the hang of it fast

❀ After a while of being together and ‘practicing’ you started to feel a little more comfortable with eachother and Levi started to understand where to put what and how to do what

❀ His kisses are a little rushed at the beginning, they feel very nervous and almost like he’s uncomfortable but that’s only at the start because eventually he becomes more confident and deepens the kisses himself

❀ He becomes a very passionate kisser

❀ But only in private, if his brothers saw him doing this he would never hear the end of it

Satan

❀ Satan is a very passionate and romantic guy, very much like Lucifer and Asmo, which he never admits to

❀ He’s a little more rough with his own kisses though and isn’t afraid to bite your lip whilst making out

❀ Satan is quite cheeky, believe it or not, with his kisses, playful nips being frequent

❀ He has once or twice pulled you into his lap and held a book in front of you both as your lips locked in a sweet embrace

❀ He tastes like sweet tea and peppermint, his lips are a little chapped sometimes but he makes the attempt at remembering lip balm, just for you

❀ Satan likes long make out sessions, by a crackling fire, book placed on the desk, you in his lap, your hands on his cheeks as your deeply kiss, that’s his fantasy

❀ Despite his romantic nature, he does get a little nervous sometimes, he himself isn’t actaully the most experienced demon despite what some might believe

❀ He might fumble occasionally, hands moving the wrong place but you quickly correct him or let him correct you and before you know it your lips are locked again

❀ When it comes to plainer kisses he always makes sure to greet you with a cute peck on the head

Asmodeus

❀ Asmo is probably the best kisser out of all of them, he’s got the most experience and of course his sin

❀ He’s super romantic with kisses but doesn’t mind who dominates the kiss

❀ He just wants to make you happy

❀ Like Lucifer his lips are so soft, the taste of Peach chapstick with a matching sweet lip scrub make the best kisses

❀ Asmodeus doesn’t care where or when you’re kissing as long as you’re - well - kissing! He just loves kisses!

❀ He doesn’t care if he gets teased

❀ No teasing stops him from practically pouncing on you the moment you enter a room

❀ As well as the fact that he tastes good, he also smells so good and when your kiss him you can smell the various skin care products he uses on his face along with his cologne

Beelzebub

❀ A Very hungry kisser

❀ He didn’t know that his sin affected him in his heart too

❀ He’s so hungry for your kisses and can often feel very touch starved without them

❀ Despite his hunger for your touch he does understand that potentially you might not always want a heated and heavy kiss

❀ So he holds back for you

❀ When he does this his kisses are slow and sweet, he tastes like candy, he always makes sure to eat candy before kissing you

❀ He has you on his lap most of the time and doesn’t really mind when you kiss him

❀ A lot of the time when you’re alone you get into heated make out sessions but with others around he likes to press sweeter kisses onto your forehead instead

❀ Beels kisses are enough to make your legs feel like jelly because he takes his time to make you feel loved with every smooch

Belphegor

❀ Belphe is another shy kisser

❀ Preferring to make out in his room, and when you make out he’s definitely not so shy

❀ He doesn’t mind if you take control with the kisses or if it’s the other way around

❀ But either way he just craves your attention a lot

❀ So much so that sometimes in his sleep he starts pressing kisses to your cheek, they’re kinda sloppy and gross though especially since he doesn’t really know what he’s doing whilst he’s asleep

❀ In public you can get away with a peck on the cheek, even then he gets a little blushy (hold his pinkie though and you can get away with a couple more!)

❀ But when you get somewhere private give this boy all the kisses! He deserves them 🥺

[allthingsobeyme]

I see you want male mc, I FEEL THE SAME but anyways can you do a headcanon of what if Male!MC (just started dating the demon boys) were tonbe really flirty and smooth to them? What will be their reactions?

((BBy, I know this fandom has Gay men in it, and they need some love too

𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗

Initially caught off guard with your advances but refuses to show more weakness and flirts back in his own suave manner, the reasoning for his initial response was because nobody had blatantly tried this on him

While he may not show it, he loves how you do this with him, it feeds his pride that you are blatantly attracted to him

Honestly keep going, you’ll know why his symbol animal is a peacock

When nobody is looking, he may sneak in some hand holding and lean his head against your shoulder, but only when he knows prying eyes are off him

For all the flirtations and smoothness, he’s glad to know you love him

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧

Honestly, despite how he acts about affection, he internally loves it

This idiot tries to flirt back, but it accidentally comes off as insults considering he isn’t good at this

He tries, a lot

He decides to settle for kisses and hand holding as payback for catching him off guard and draping his arm around yours, greedily holding you close to him

Mammon knows he isn’t good with words, so he compensates for physical affection and maybe small things like cooking and buying small trinkets for you

Ｌｅｖｉａｔｈａｎ

His reaction as a predictable as you’d expect from him

Stuttering, face turning as red as inhumanly possible, and honestly an all around mess, as if you saying your smooth words has fried his brain

This is followed up by what can only be described as Levi attempting to shrug it off by calling you a normie and claiming your trying to seduce him, despite already being in a relationship with him

He then tries to backpedal, thinking he insulted you

He then just hugs you, buries his face in your chest, and says a muffled ‘I love you too’

He means it, but he’s not the best at interaction

𝓐𝓼𝓶𝓸

Honestly, he lives off it like food

Asmo thrives off of your sweet words and how well you tell them, he thrives off of the attention your giving him, he’ll even flirt back with you to get you to flirt more

As lust incarnate, your words make him want to do unspeakable acts on you and your built-frame, bonus points if your tall

This usually causes him to trace your muscles and caressing your face like soft fabric

And then a kiss on the lips

He then chuckles and utters his own sweet words to you, he loves you, truly

Sαƚαɳ

Treats it like game, Satan is well-read, he knows his own fair share of being smooth and flirty

For every flirtatious remark, or smooth romantic drivel he has more to dish out in return

Satan also has more secretive ways of showing how he likes it, tracing his fingers over your knuckles, giving small smiles and some kisses on the cheeks

Your words also help him in some way, reminds him he’s worth affection

Honestly, he once replied “You always know what to say” with a smile

Its like a word game with bonus affection for him, he enjoys playing it a lot

ᗷEEᒪ

A bit dense to the word choices

He had no clue that you were flirting until either Asmo or Belphie pointed it out to him

Oooh

He tries to flirt back as a way of payback, but somehow it always seems to relate to food and such (Ex:”And your sweeter than strawberry [Male Name]”

He’s not like Belphie, who can dish out no problem, but he puts in effort, which resulted in him making a poem comparing you to food and how your much better

And after you read it, he gave you a kiss on the lips to add to the sweetness

Bₑₗₚₕᵢₑ

Honestly, he seems to be good at fliting back with you, perhaps on par with Asmo

Now perhaps if he doesn’t say them when he’s half asleep or on bed getting ready to nap, then maybe he’d be actually be on par with Asmo

At night he’s a lot more better when he’s more awake to do it, but he only bothers if you flirt first

He does nuzzle you as payback for catching him off guard, and demands snuggles, he loves snuggling against you

“Yes...I know I light up your world but please, I want snuggles”

He’ll little spoon you, you frivolous creature

[anos-sensei]

Halo so i frogot the existence of this app- to be forgiven here's some..... Filth

I have a HORRID monster kink but its worth it-

So here are a few of my hc's for the brothers.

LISEN UP. Nsfw ahead.

Monster kink, dacryphilia, mention of rough sex)

Big bros (lmk if you guys want the lil bros)

Lucifer's wings are EXTREMELY sensitive, in a bad way- basically, touching them when you're trying to rile him up will awaken something VERY dark inside of him. His genlte behavior will be THROWN out of the window in order to take care of you like the good ol' demon he is. Like he'd go feral. Example, he's grooming his wings and you come up behind him, gently caressing the soft furry like texture on the wingbone... His wings would shudder and puff up. He'd warn you to stop at first, but the second time you do it, he turns around, grabs you by the waist, kisses you fervently and well... fucks you dumb.

Mammon has claws, something ive always seen matching very well with him. In his demon form his hands get longer, the tips pitch black and nails sharper (he can chose the sharpness). We all know he's like an exited puppy, but he's in fact the second most dangerous demon in whole devildom. Also i like to think that he his tail is much stronger than it looks and that he has fangs (or at least sharp teeth) and that his eyes change color to a deep gold, shining and shimmering like water during a summer sunset. When he gets horny he cant help his eyes changing color and his hands changing form.. He also cant help when he uses his tail to tease you while his mouth works on other parts of your body, his teeth would graze your most sensitive parts, the sharp edges sending electricity through your body, the violent shudders and soft grunts/breathy moans would only spur him on. His long clawed (sharp nailed comon i dont have good englis) fingers would slip into you and reach the SWEETEST spots, all the while his tail is still working on your erogenous spots. jolts of pure pleasure would end up making you beg for him to let you finish. And eventually he'd fulfill your wish, filling you up with his own member and making you see stars. All the while his golden slitted eyes are on you, observing your every movement.

Leviathan: lets finish this with a sweeter note, or not hehehehehehe- anyway leviathan my personal favorite. That fish- first of. I think his tail mUST be the strongest part of his body. He'd wrap it around your leg to pull you closer, i also believe his tail would do most of the work if he's busy.

For example: he's signing papers/gaming and you come in, horny, you walk up to him, lust laced in your voice, you ask, slurtily and seductively if he'd like to have some fun. Well since our demon is busy, i dont think he wants to move, (also(two dicked monster - YES two TAILED MONSTER?????? OH MY GOD YES. ) so he transforms into his demon form, his long shiny tail wrapping around your leg , making you stumble backwards into his beanbag. His tail would slither its way up your clothes, suddenly pullin up, ripping them off your body cleanly. Before you could complain you feel one of his two tails (the thinner one) wrapping around on of your pink buds, squeezing it and flicking it. The other tail keeps your mouth busy lazily moving back and forth, the heavy weight on your tongue znd the slight difficulty to breath is SO hot, so incredibly hot thay you forget to pay attention to the other slippery tail thay was now between your legs, teasing your entry, you startle from surprise when you feel it slitther its way inside, making you choke on levi's other tail. The tail slithers its way further up, curling up and slithering back outside, now folded inside of you with the tip holding your opening wide open.

Tears form in your eyes at the exitement racking through your body when you see levi finally hovering over you, his orange eyes now a deep red, looking at your spread hole, the heavy member in your mouth already making you want have all of levi inside of you doesnt help.

Levi pulls down his pants, looking at you with lust in his eyes, he's hot, he's so hot, thats al' you can think about.

His first member (the thicker one) slips in alongside his smaller tail, and you feel SO fULL so full of levi, he's everywhere its insane. He starts moving and his tail moves alongside him. Your high hits you IMMEDIATELY when the tail brushes your sweet spot.

But levi doesnt stop there, he likes seeing you beg for his cocks, bed to be filled up, he likes to see you cry on his dick from pleasure, asking for more.

~

Hope you enjoyed.

[diavolosthots]

Hello, you super amazing human! I had a request, if that’s okay? If you’re not too sick of writing Satan and/or responding to my requests (I love your writing. Unashamedly), would you maybe want to write out some headcannons on what mutual pining between Mc x Satan look like? I kind of love a little angst with a happy ending....but I’m always super happy with whatever you come up with. 😊 Much love and respect as always 💗 You are wonderful!

Yeah, here it is, thanks for waiting

Warning: angst -> happy ending

Our Poem ( SATAN X GN!READER )

A story like those in the novels. A story like those you hear from lovers long gone. A story that makes you yearn for something more. Even more specifically, a poem that makes you feel and crave for that which we do not own, nor could ever hope to belong with. That’s what he wanted. A poem of a life; a story which he could tell someone, anyone, in the most beautiful way possible. Maybe not anyone… no. Just you. But then again, he wanted for you to be the poem, so was there any need to tell you? Why won’t you start being the poem for him? More importantly, why can’t he pick up his own pen and start writing it himself? There’s nothing keeping him from it, and yet, it seems, he always hit a barrier when he started. 

It was like, every time he tried to reach out, you would turn away. It was like, his hand brushing yours but you then being grabbed by someone who shouldn’t have been part of the story, who didn’t rhyme well in the poem. And painfully said, it was like you didn’t even care about it; always laughing and brushing it off as a silly coincidence. Who knew you could be so popular, right? Who knew one singular person could just hurt someone without really touching them. 

But, isn’t that how you felt too? How you yearned for him as well? The silent one. The unreachable one. The one who kept so much within himself, more than anyone should ever have to carry. You craved to take some of that burden. Craved to place your hands on his heart and hold it ever so gently, because that’s what he deserves. You wanted to hold him at night, or let him hold you, whichever he wanted. You wanted to give him the option of choosing; to give him a choice in everything because by God, he deserves it. 

Yet, it seemed so difficult to reach out to him. When he wasn’t isolated, he was angry. When he wasn’t angry, he wasn’t at home. When he was at home, he suddenly isolated himself. It’s like an endless cycle that you couldn’t break him out of. Of course, then there was also Asmodeus’ constant babbling about the nights they spent partying together, and you couldn’t help it. The ping of jealousy you felt made it hard to think clearly about the situation at hand. He was unreachable, at least that’s how you felt more often than not. 

Imagine him thinking the same about you. 

What would it be? The endless attempts that seemed to be so wrongly timed, or a spontaneous chance taken at the risk of your heart shattering? More importantly, which one of you would call the shots of these scenarios? You were too unsure, too lost in the ‘what ifs’ and ‘he’d just think of me as average, anyway’, but he was also lost. Would it be like he imagines it to be? Would it be any different? Can he even paint it out for himself when he doesn’t know what exactly might be?

It was painful. The longing gazes and the open mouths trying to speak words of the heart. Neither of you ever spoke, though, and maybe that was the most painful part about it. He hated seeing you with his brothers; you hated the thought of him with anyone else. Neither of you hated it enough to voice it to the other, so was it even worth it? 

Satan decided it was, dragging you off and away into his room after Mammon tried another measly attempt at flirting with you. He should’ve just smitten his brother right then and there, but what kind of potential lover would he be if he just let his anger take over? You, however, were shocked at his sudden action, suddenly overwhelmed by his warm hand in yours. Would it always be this warm? Something told you he was usually cold to the touch. He, too, took notice of the way your hand felt in his. The softness, maybe a few bumps here and there, but definitely the way it seemed to perfectly match his. 

Really, you should’ve known he would lead you to his room; he doesn’t spend much time anywhere else. But what you didn’t expect were to see his eyes full of hurt; full of pain. “Do you like him? Mammon? I need to know.” He needs to know? He just stood there, looking at you and awaiting an answer. He seemed to be filled with patience, but depending on your answer, you knew there lied a sea of uneasiness and wrath beneath. “I… no, of course not.” He was still looking at you, almost expecting you to go on or call him crazy for wanting to know more about your personal life, but instead, you reached out to him gently, taking his other hand too. 

“I just...I just want to drag you away from them all. I just want to keep you to myself. I just want to be selfish and cruel, toward everyone, when it comes to you, not because of wrath, but because of love. I want to hold you every day, of every year, of every life. I just want to kiss you, and be there for you. I just want to adore you like I’ve read in so many stories. I just want you and me to write the poem of our love, together. I just...want you.” 

His confession took you back a bit. He was being so honest, so easy with it as if he had planned it for a while, and maybe he had. “Satan…” “But I don’t want you to feel like you need to love me back. I don’t want to make you feel like a fish in an aquarium. You don’t have to love me too, I just want an answer so I can stop craving the thing I may never be able to have. “ Your smile was so soft, so gentle, that he found himself drowning in it, like he had so many times before. Your hands… they slid up his arms, around his neck, and suddenly your lips were on his and it was sweeter, more moving like any time he had ever imagined it. 

You rested your forehead against his, eyes still closed as you breathed out against his lips, “No… I love you too.” And suddenly that was the only melody he wanted to hear. Warmth spread through him like the sun against one’s skin on a July afternoon. This, he thought, was the beginning. The beginning of your poem. 

[ohmyasmodeus]

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳

Pride is the greatest sin, and it is all-consuming. Every aspect of Lucifer and, by extension, his relationship with anyone he is associated with, is tied to it. 

In love, Lucifer even choosing a partner is a great act of pride. It means he prioritises you over all else even if it doesn’t seem like he acts like it. He wants to show you off to the world as being on his level, even if not in societal status. Your mind and his— simpatico. He’s a nag because he takes great pride in the potential he sees in you, and pushes you to achieve that potential. Academically, spiritually, and in your day-to-day life, he sees so much good in you and it almost hurts. Your soul is so bright and blinding to him.

He also takes a lot of pride in ‘treating his things well’, so good luck to anyone who leaves so much as a scratch on you. He won’t hesitate to beat the shit out of punish his brothers for roughhousing a bit too much with you. He nags and lectures you so much, about your academics, and definitely your personal safety, but that’s only because he cares! Micromanagement and damage prevention are his strongest skills, notably when it comes to loving you.

♡ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯

If it wasn’t obvious already, this boy is greedy with more than money. He wants you, he wants wants wants, and it kills him to have to share you with everyone else! Mammon is needier in many aspects than you would expect, but he refuses to show anyone but you. He needs your presence by his side like a prized pet, he wants to feel your touch and have it only to himself, and he wants you to look at him like you’ve never looked at anyone else before.

Realistically, you are a person and Mammon can’t exactly keep you all to himself like that— both because his brothers won’t let him, and because… he just wants to see you happy. Even when you’re smiling at a joke someone else made or a compliment someone else gave you, he’s happy. Your happiness is his. And yet he tries to outdo everyone subtly. He’s no good at verbalising it tactfully, but he can show how much you mean to him with lavish gifts and the odd lucky grimm here and there. It’s his way of telling you; stay with him, please.

♡ 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯

Satan has always been an expert at keeping up appearances. He holds a tight grip on his emotions and his rage, methodically executing every little action when it comes to emotions because by god, we can’t let people know we feel things! But with you, he feels like every bit of that is coming undone. Every rope and thread, loosening and unravelling until he’s forced to deal with his feelings for you, something that ancient academia could never advise him on.

Who he is inside is a tumultuous sea of rage and passion, but he feels like you don’t see him as less for being who he is. With you, the mask comes off. He’s free to explore himself without a textbook, and he’s free to explore what you mean to each other without judgement. You are Satan’s anchor. You two study each other with your hands more than anything, anyway, and his existence as an independent person is validated by you. Nothing could feel sweeter.

Though, like with Lucifer; your mind and his are one.

♡ 𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴

You would think that his love is easy to find. But alas, lust is a tricky thing to deal with. Asmodeus thrives off the attention and adoration of the masses. What you would like to think is special in you, he knows he could probably find in a handful of others that kiss the ground he walks on. Lust is about what you can provide for him, what new experiences he thinks he can find— but ooh! He’s never met a human like you!

You are full of new experiences and every inch of you is something to be touched and explored, but what attracts him the most is you. Something about you captivates him, something he can’t name. And that’s what scares him.  He’s suddenly obsessed with flirting and making sure you adore him like everyone else does, but he retreats when things get much more serious with you than he expected because he can’t stand the thought of playing with your feelings. That’s what lust does. It means nothing. It’s endless meaningless carnal desire.

Asmodeus is in love, and he can’t reconcile the idea of it with his sin.

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘻𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘣

It’s a grave misconception that gluttony equals selfishness. Beelzebub eats well, and he wants you to as well! He’s almost like Mammon in the way he lavishes you with attention and takes you to raid the fridge in the middle of the night. During meals, he makes a conscious effort to spare a little bit of the best dishes for you. He’s snatched the last portion from his brother’s plates just to give you a taste of something you haven’t tried before.

His ‘I love you’s sound more like ’Have you eaten?’ and he dives right into the deep end when it comes to being with you. Why bother with hiding his feelings? Even if he tried, his impulsiveness when it comes to emotions would stop him very quickly. Beelzebub is impulsive with loving you, spending time with you, and hogging you when his brothers come to bother him for a turn. He never hesitates to ask for what he wants, and he will always shamelessly want you.

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳

Belphegor once loved humans very much. Knowing someone like you makes it all the easier to rekindle that love, although he loves lazily teasing you about your species and how little you know about the Devildom. It’s almost his duty to make you run around in circles and lose your breath with frustrating debates. His impulsiveness is something he very much shares with his twin, except he acts on the impulse to reject people. He’s too tired for this, too lazy for that, but whenever you ask? Of course he still complains slightly, but he likes the sight of your relieved smile too much to say no. 

And although he lovingly bullies you half to death, during secret stolen moments between you two… there’s a softness that he could never express to anyone else. A willingness to rest with you and expose his vulnerabilities. Belphie finds himself unconsciously trying to atone for his past actions, like a cat rolling over and exposing its soft belly. He trusts you, and hopes you can grow to trust him again as well.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[devilishsahbi]

the sin of pride

diavolo x fem! reader

one-sided! lucifer x fem! reader

DIAVOLO'S DINNERS HAD started to become more frequent ever since the exchange program had started. Lucifer noticed more and more that he, his brothers, [Name], and the residents of Purgatory Hall had been called to dine with the Prince more than once a week after the first, with an unusual emphasis on [Name]─Barbatos had been suspiciously adamant that she come, despite Lucifer knowing that she had more than enough work to finish for her R.A.D studies.

     He had been surprised to see that she did not, in fact, have any work at all to do when he knocked on her door, contrary to what she had told him when she had returned home after lunch with Beelzebub. She had told him she finished it faster than she had thought, a smile on her lips─the same one she gave Belphegor when she wasn't quite comfortable with the topic at hand or his presence specifically. Lucifer didn't take it to heart; he knew that [Name] was prone to rushing her work when faced with the ultimatum of sleep or food, so he had dropped it and told her to get ready for dinner.

     But now, he had to wonder if something else was amiss.

      The seating arrangements had been changed once again. [Name] sat at Diavolo's right where Lucifer would have been sitting had there not been placards; he, himself, sat at his left, an unusual placement, but both changes spoke louder than words. He had assumed, as he sat down to converse with Simeon halfheartedly, that [Name] had done something to earn Diavolo's concern. The demon was, after all, unusually fascinated with her─not to as an abnormal degree as Belphegor, of course─and spent most of his time with her inquiring about human world customs and habits that Solomon, in a bizarre twist, was not privy to. If she had said something out of the blue, it was perhaps of a worry to the Prince of the Devildom.

      When everyone had taken their seats, Asmodeus oddly at [Name]'s side and Satan at his, dinner began with an excited smile from Beel. Barbatos set out [Name] and Solomon's human food first as a courtesy, taking their compliments in stride with a brighter than normal acknowledgement.

      But as the angels' food was beginning to be set out, Lucifer caught [Name] raising both her eyebrows as she took a sip of her drink. She looked to nearly have choked, but she smoothed it over gracefully by taking a neat swallow of her water. If he had been so undignified and looked under the table, or at Asmodeus's mildly surprised face, he would have seen Diavolo's hand sneak up [Name]'s thigh and rest there.

       Food was set and dinner finally began. Lucifer spent most of his time speaking with Simeon or Solomon on the history of humanity, sometimes sending Beel a warning glare when he ate too fast and sent food all across the table.

       When dinner was over, dessert was presented. Barbatos took pride in the creation he set before the humans─a sweet treat from the human world a banana split─and puffed up a bit when [Name] grew overly excited and clapped her hands at the presentation. Lucifer didn't understand why; it was just a banana choked in ice cream, cherries, and whipped cream, but she seemed to be enjoying it at any rate, as was Solomon, but at a more discreet level.

       The second time─and Lucifer only noticed it because Asmodeus drew his attention by pointing to the delicious glazed nightshade pie he had on his plate, asking if he wanted his extra before Beel ate all of it─[Name] had smeared cream on her cheek in her greedy effort to eat all of her dessert, patting her belly when she was full. Diavolo's laugh was quiet and soft, only noticeable because he was so close, and he reached over and wiped it from her skin with his thumb.

       Lucifer didn't comment on it. Diavolo's odd behavior extended well past that; he was very friendly and had no issues at all with skinship, so it didn't surprise him that he would take any chance he could at making sly quips when the opportunity arose. He supposed it had something to do with his father's absence, but took that thought with a hefty grain of salt.

       As dessert was finished, the party was led to their rooms for the night. Barbatos led them to the same suite they had frequented before, allowing them the use of the royal baths if they had need of them.

        Lucifer paused to speak with Levi, who was getting ready to go straight to bed on a full stomach, and he watched─in plain sight of the candelabras mounted on the walls─as Diavolo walked in step with [Name] and placed a hand well below the middle of her back, firm against the skin that was exposed from the fabric bunching up around her pants.

       [Name] either didn't notice, absorbed completely in the paintings around her, or didn't mind it at all, because she kept pace with him evenly, even stopping to remark upon one of the larger paintings depicting a chimera. She pulled her hair to one side mindlessly, but Lucifer watched as Diavolo's gaze darted to the side of her neck, eyes narrowing dangerously with an easy smile on his lips as he explained the painting's origins. His hand slipped higher up her shirt, splaying across skin, and she leaned into it with a sigh so quiet it would have been nothing but air.

       This was the third time he had witnessed it.

        Lucifer put the pieces together more quietly after that, especially after learning that [Name] was to be rooming with Solomon and not himself, as had been agreed upon since he was never in his room anyways.

       The fourth instance was as he was entering his room to get himself situated, rattled by what he had seen that evening and his pride unable to cope with the ideas running rampant through his mind. Through the barest crack in the door as it was swinging shut, exposed by the light yet again, Diavolo leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her exposed throat. Then the crack was sealed and Lucifer was left alone to ruminate.

       He had thought, on some level, that [Name] favored him above all despite their rocky start. Despite the several times where he had almost killed her, apologizing as poorly as his pride would allow him. He had assumed that her happiness was because of him. He had assumed wrongly.

      And his pride, his damnable pride, was wounded.

     All because of a foolish human.

      Lucifer left his room and paced down the hall a quarter after twelve, assured that everyone was asleep and unable to witness the conversation he was soon to have with the Prince. He hadn't heard a peep from Solomon and [Name]'s shared quarters, not even the faintest creak of a door opening, and found himself rudely surprised once more when he found her in Diavolo's personal study.

    ��  Curled up in an expensive kashmere throw upon one of the more comfortable couches in the room, [Name] gazed into the fire sparking in the fireplace. It was the only source of light in the room besides the dimmed candelabras in the hall and Lucifer took care not to stand in the light and reveal his presence too early.

       Diavolo─appearing more relaxed and at ease than Lucifer had ever had the grace of seeing him, his hair ruffled to slight disarray─stood at his desk, pouring golden whiskey into a crystal glass. His royal uniform had been discarded in favor of the loose slacks and black button up he wore beneath, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and top three buttons undone.

       There was no tension in his shoulders as he corked the bottle back up and walked over to [Name], crossing the study in a leisurely stride. He handed it to her with his fingers gripping the rim, and lowered it into hers when she reached for it. The firelight illuminated the alcohol with a gentle glow as she brought it to her lips, taking a small sip and sinking further into the couch.

        Instead of sitting across from her, as Lucifer had expected him to, Diavolo crouched in front of her and rested his elbows on the section of couch in front of her that she wasn't resting upon. She lowered the glass from her mouth, setting it on the table beside the arm of the couch with a tink that was suffocated by the crackling of the fire.

        There was silence for some time between them. The fire was the only source of noise in the room and Lucifer felt that if he breathed even too loud, they would hear him and he would ruin this moment; this gloriously intimate moment that was secret from everyone except, and he thought this guiltily, from him.

       [Name] smiled, then, a sweet gesture. One more full and happier than the ones she gave the students at R.A.D. The ones she gave Lucifer. "What is it, Dia? You've been quiet tonight."

       For some awful reason, Lucifer wished that the man would get angry at her for the nickname.

       Instead, he smiled lazily at her, fueled no doubt by the atmosphere in the room. "Nothing. I'm just taking you in. It's rare that we're left alone like this, after all."

        "That's true." Her laugh was breathy as she moved her hand to touch Diavolo's cheek, moving to thread through his hair and to the back of his scalp in soothing motions. "I think the last time was after that pillow fight and Mammon's punishment, wasn't it?"

       Lucifer swore he heard a purr kick up─a foreign and bizarre sound that told him all he needed to know, and that he wasn't welcome here in this moment─but wasn't sure over the fire. He didn't want to be sure. His stomach, his pride, twisted into unforgiving knots.

       "It was quite a while ago." Diavolo captured her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles one at a time. "But it's as humans say, isn't it? Waiting makes it that much more sweeter, in the end."

       "I'm surprised you remembered that." [Name]'s laugh was startled and fond. "I told you a lot of things over the last few months and that's what you remembered?"

       Lucifer watched him shrug loosely, a completely unusual movement on the Prince.

      "I remember everything you tell me." Diavolo watched her take another sip of her whiskey, their gazes never parting, and then return to playing with his fingers. "Demons in particular remember much of what happens in their lives."

      "Really?" She leaned forward, shifting from her lazing position to look at him more fully. He didn't lean back even when she was invading his personal space completely. "Then…"

      "'Then…' what?"

       "Do you remember what you asked me last week?"

       Lucifer had to swallow the urge to walk away. He had no business being here, watching them, when it was clearly something that was being kept secret. And yet he couldn't resist, wishing that he was in Diavolo's place, whispering all of those things to her like the sweetest of lovers.

     "That depends," Diavolo's tone was teasing as he laced his fingers with hers. The shadows produced that cast them in darkness didn't allow for much sight. "I asked you a lot of things. You'll have to be specific."

       "Hmm." [Name] hummed and leaned forward. Their shadows blurred and became intangible from one another, but he heard the kiss being touched against Diavolo's cheek and the shaky inhale he took because of it. She whispered something in his ear, quiet and hushed, and Lucifer couldn't make it out. "Do you remember that?"

        It was minsicule, but his eyelashes fluttered when he shut his eyes. The fire popped and sparked near them. "I do. What of it?"

      "I have an answer for you. If you want it."

     Lucifer's stomach rolled to a complete stop. Dread overtook him suddenly. He shouldn't be listening to this. He shouldn't. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

       "And what is that answer?" Diavolo lifted her other hand to kiss the pulse in her wrist. But the muscles in his shoulders belayed his nervousness, tensing and bunching up like a live wire.

      [Name] pulled one of her hands free and smoothed the tension out of his shoulders with a smile. She leaned forward again and whispered in his ear, but Lucifer could make it out this time, even over his heart breaking because he knew what the question had been.

        "Yes."

       Diavolo took a deep inhale and buried his nose in the curve of her collarbone and neck, dragging his lips up the column of her throat. All of the apprehension melted away from him like a glacier under a hot sun until all that was left was a man in love with the woman before him.

       "Thank you," the Prince whispered, reaching up and touching the side of her face. She caught his hand in hers, squeezing. "I don't deserve it. Any of it."

       "Of course you do." [Name] hummed and ran her hand up and down his back, nuzzling his temple reassuringly. "I know you do, no matter what the nobles say. You're a good man, Diavolo. In more ways than one."

        The very words that Lucifer had wanted to hear, yearned to hear from her lips, being pointed at Diavolo, the man who held his life in his hands like a leash─it was the last that his pride could take.

      He left them there, in the study and the shadow of the fire, and headed to his room.

      Instead he found Barbatos standing in front of his door. The butler looked neither kind or obliging, and there was an edge to the demon that Lucifer had never seen before.

       "Barbatos," he greeted him as friendly as he ever did. But he was wary when the greeting fell flat. "Is there something you needed?"

       "I will only warn you once." The butler's dark frown grew even more insidious. Whatever he had glimpsed of the potential future, it had not been good, or even remotely something he would sit idly by for. "Do not try and stop fate, Lucifer. This is the one thing that Lord Diavolo will not stand down for you on."

       "I don't know what you speak of."

       "Play the fool, as you will." Barbatos turned to look down the hall towards the study. "But if you try and take her from him… Be warned that it will end in your demise."

        The butler left, vanished into the darkness of the palace as if he had never been there to begin with.

      Lucifer unlocked his room and stepped inside.

       His pride wouldn't let him take [Name] from Diavolo. And if it did…

       His pride would be the death of him.

fin.

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[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

Egg Hunt Nightmare - short review

Devilgrams: Easter Egg Panic! (Diavolo), Race for the Golden Egg! (Mammon), Let's Decorate Eggs! (Beelzebub)

Easter Egg Panic!

The premise is ridiculous. Diavolo caused very stupid trouble again, mostly, and MC runs around with him, trying to help him fix it. Standard, just dumber than usual. The ending excuses it all though and I understand that sacrifices must have been made.

Most of the Devilgram is, as expected from the Nightmare, egg hunt and running after magical eggs. Since the title isn't as obvious as with other Devilgrams, I won't say much about plot.

First 3 episodes are generally not very memorable, but despite the generic topic of egg hunt, the plot is well executed. The scenes surprisingly vary a lot - some faster paced, some calmer, some sweeter, some more comedic, so you don't get bored with one motif stretched for too long. It's a decent mix of comedic action, a sweet word here and there, casually hinting the bond between Diavolo and MC.

That underlying bond naturally opens the door for more romantic exchanges and scenes and gives a reason for this ridiculous premise.

Part 4 is much longer and much more rewarding, so it makes up for the slightly bland previous parts, it's mostly both heartwarming and funny. It also offers a kiss option. Also in that cute sweet adorable situation, if you don't go for the kiss, the alternative suddenly kicks you in the gut with a completely casually dropped angst bomb, so enjoy your screamcat.jpg moments.

Choices: quite okay, nothing rude, nothing stupid, they're incorporated into the story in a believable way. But they're mostly just choice + reaction and most of them don't change anything. One chain of choices however is relevant, as a whole unlocks quite a long and meaningful scene. You have to get them all right to get to the end of it and to the kiss choice.

Music: with the variety of moods that the Devilgram covers, every one of them has a fitting piece playing. Well-chosen.

Very fun Devilgram, worth a try for the comedic moments - spiced up with usual Diavolo angst. It's not groundbreaking though - a decent story rather than a masterpiece.

Race for the Golden Egg!

The Devilgram has plenty of action plot as the title suggests so Mammon and MC are constantly running around but that's pretty much it. It is... not very interesting, and doesn't bring interesting interactions between characters either. It's focused entirely on Mammon's hunt for the golden egg, so it's exactly what it says on the tin. Nothing less, nothing more.

There are two romantic moments, but the first romantic option is disconnected and wasn't properly incorporated into the scene - it's sweet but the transition between it and the plot is very unnatural and throws off.

Of course, it's not one of those Devilgrams with lots of romantic potential, it's rather intended as one of those comedic ones... but it could have more bond between MC and Mammon and most of Mammon's hunt is rather bland than funny anyway. It's too focused on the hunt that it completely doesn't have ideas for. It tries to move the action around but it doesn't bring much variety into the adventure.

Choices: the main problem. You generally can choose between cheering Mammon on to amplify his recklessness or being a jerk, even in romantic scenes. Considering that people probably read Devilgrams to spend time with characters they actually like, I don't think the Devilgram gives any sensible options to react. There are various Devilgrams that make the turn down options actually fun, hilarious and friendly and this… definitely isn't one of them. Good choices aren't fun either since they might come off as making fun of Mammon rather than genuinely helping him - he does mess up specifically because MC was rushing him to dive into action but when MC doesn't rush him - he figures out right away how to get it done. So if you don't feel either like being a jerk or amplifying Mammon's tendencies for laughs but let's say would like to raise the number of braincells from zero to one… no choices for you.

Music: doesn't disturb, it's well-chosen and plays multiple pieces typical to funny moments and shenanigans.

I'd say that this Devilgram is very mediocre - nothing new or interesting about Mammon there, few heartwarming moments, annoying choices, the humour isn't outstanding either.

Let's Decorate Eggs!

The Devilgram is about cooking and decorating eggs, so exactly what it says on the tin, nothing more, nothing less. As such, it doesn't have any plot aside from cooking the eggs and decorating them, obviously, and is much calmer and slow paced than the other two. We don't really see any new unexpected sides of Beel and generally it doesn't offer much plot-wise, but it's a pleasant read.

It shows Beel trying out a new hobby and MC is accompanying him on various tasks related to it - so fortunately it has some variety and not just one scene stretched for 4 episodes.

The story itself is quite fluffy but not overly sweet as it's not focused on romance but spending time together, doing something fun. It has one (1) comedic moment - it's funny but it won't make you wheeze.

As a story with such a limited premise it's definitely well-done. It could be more balanced if it had more romantic moments, so if you look for romance and kisses all over the place, it's not this Devilgram.

Choices: some are boring - MC can either be enthusiastic or meh (bordering on rude, I'd even say) about Beel's ideas, most give just a reaction. There are choices that unlock more romantic scenes and further choices - it's quite easy to guess which choice does that.

Music: well-chosen, it's mostly just music typical for just calm everyday stuff going on, so exactly the right pieces for the story.

In general, the Devilgram doesn't offer anything particularly interesting, but it might be a nice addition to your Devilgram collection if you're interested in spending some time with Beel on a new hobby.

In conclusion, Diavolo's SSR is a fun, good read, Beel UR is just nice, Mammon's UR is skippable… maybe that's good, considering the trouble getting the card...

[r-a-d-imagines]

A Day Off

Or in other words-your boyfriend is a lot softer, a lot sweeter, then you give him credit for. Word Count ; 863 _______________ Your alarm clock had gone off three separate times-and in turn, you’d hit the snooze button three separate times. You felt dreadful this morning-dreadfully sick, that was. Your throat ached, one nostril was stuffed while the other was running like it was training for a marathon-not to mention the headache you felt coming on. But-boyfriend or not-you had a feeling Lucifer would insist on you going to class anyway, so you were simply... ... Avoiding going down to breakfast, for as long as you could. He’d no doubt come marching in here to get you himself at some point-but you hoped he’d at least grace you with a few more minutes of rest- Interrupting your thoughts, was the sound of your D.D.D going off-a message. You had a feeling you knew who it was, so you took your time in picking it up and checking it. Much to your increasing dread, your suspicions were correct. Lucifer ; Breakfast has been ready for five minutes. It is your fault if Beelzebub eats your’s before you make it down here. ... Should you bother telling him you felt sick? You didn’t think it’d make much of a difference, but... You ; I’ll be down in a bit, I just feel... Super sick this morning. Your screen showed that he saw your message, but... There was no response. You were left lying in bed, trying to find the strength to get up and get dressed until a knock came to your door. Your immediate thought was that it’d be none other than your strict boyfriend coming to get you up forcefully, but his voice wasn’t the one that met your ears. “Oi, _____! Lucifer made me bring ya’ food for some reason, are you okay in there?” Just as the confusion started to set in, another message appeared on the screen. Lucifer ; Eat, and then go back to sleep, dear. I’ll be up to see you before I leave. ... Did he hit his head, you wondered? “Uh-you can come in, Mammon,” You forced yourself to sit up as your door opened, revealing a grumpy yet worried Mammon behind it, holding a plate piled with food. “You’re sick, huh? Is that why Lucifer said you were stayin’ home?” He sat with you as he handed you the food, and all you could manage was a sheepish little shrug. “I’m as confused as you are, I thought he would force me to go still-thanks for bringing me breakfast, by the way,” Groggy and sick as you were, you still found it in yourself to reach over and ruffle his snowy white hair, much to his embarrassed displeasure as he tried to bat your hand away. “Oi, no touchin’-damn it, I just fixed it, too, now I gotta fix it again-” Mammon might have returned the favor and messed up your hair as well, but a voice in your doorway had him effectively frozen. “I only asked that you bring them breakfast. You still have to go school, Mammon.” “Alright, alright, jeez, I’m goin’-see if I ever bring them their food again...” Grumbling, he got up from your bed and slinked out through your now re-opened door, grunting in pain as Lucifer pinched his ear before he passed him. As soon as Mammon was gone and out of earshot, though-Lucifer’s expression softened so much, you almost didn’t recognize him. “You could have just informed me you didn’t feel well from the get go, instead of letting me worry at the breakfast table.” He scolded you, albeit gently, as he moved to stand at your bedside, pulling a single glove off to feel at your forehead-and while the action had you flush with embarrassment, apparently, with the increasingly worried look on your boyfriend’s face, you must have had a fever, too. “Get plenty of rest today, yes, beloved? I’ll fetch the work you miss, so don’t worry about any of that. ...” Seeing how bewildered you looked gave him pause, and he raised an amused eyebrow at you, “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost. What, did you expect me to be so cruel as to force you to get up and go to school like this? I’m relatively sure making your significant other miserable is the opposite of what you’re meant to do. ... Most of the time, at least-” “Lucifer!” You finally found your voice, hitting at his arm lightly while he chuckled at you, shaking his head. “Teasing, my love. I meant that, though-I don’t intend to be as strict with you as I might be with my brothers. You say you feel dreadful-naturally, I’ll let you rest, hm?” “... Right,” You nodded as you spoke through a mouthful of your breakfast, unable to hold back a smile as Lucifer leaned down to kiss your forehead in parting. “I’ll be leaving, now-go right back to sleep after you eat. ...” He stilled in your doorway, abruptly, and just as you thought to question him, he spoke again, effectively melting your heart even further. “... I love you, dear.” As your door shut, you thought to yourself... Perhaps you didn’t feel quite so dreadful anymore.

[haloshornsinkstains]

A Birthday Letter [Mammon]

A belated birthday fic for Mammon because my brain is not cooperating right now.

 One last letter read the day after the party.

Mammon woke the morning after his birthday with a smile, arms cradling the small figure resting against his chest. The sight of her there brought memories flooding back, of tipsy laughter and golden lingerie adorned with plastic gems. Her broad smile, the alcohol adding confidence to her words when she told him she couldn't afford treasure but she thought this was a good compromise. He could feel the flush on his cheeks all over again, his nodding and agreeing that his treasure wrapped in gold and gems was a better gift than all the valuables in devildom. She went almost as pink as her fringe, the nerves coming back as she fiddled with the waistband of her underwear, at least until he scooped her up and into the bed, worshipping every inch of her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Her gasps and moans sweeter to his ears than any music in all three realms. 

His fingers brushed the letter under his pillow. The last of the series of notes she had devised as part of his birthday plans, notes from her and his brothers that had culminated in the suprise party of the night before. She'd forgive him for reading this one a little late, given she had been the one who was so distracting last night. Carefully he pulled out the letter, shifting slowly so as not to wake her as he opened it to read.

 For your birthday,

I never know how to start these things, but I guess by now you're used to how I write. There are so many things I want to say but I'm not sure where to start, or if I can even put them into words. So let's start with the basics. Happy Birthday Mammon! I hope you had fun, I think you did, if everything went as planned anyway. I wanted this to be a birthday to remember, even though I'm sure you've had thousands of them by now. I'm sorry for the lack of great riches, Lucifer vetoed my plan to raid a Dragon's hoard (honestly, not a bad call, I didn't even know dragons existed). But I hope these letters are a kind of treasure. Not that any amount of gold or jewels could match up to you, I hope you know that Mammon my love. You are the greatest and most precious treasure in all of the Devildom, in all of the three realms. You're my first man, now and always, the one I'd trust with my life. I'm glad Lucifer entrusted me to you when I first came here, even if I'm sure I was a pain in the beginning. You've always had my back in your own way, you make me smile no matter what the circumstances, you make me feel comfortable and loved and one day I'm going to make you see just how wonderful and kind and smart you are under all of the bluster and bravado.

I'm blushing just writing this,  it's hard to put feelings into words you know? And just saying you are wonderful doesn't seem like enough, but you are wonderful.  I love you Mammon, my gorgeous, funny, talented, smart, amazing partner. Happy Birthday ♡

Kore

Ps. Your brothers love you too, if they ever say different just remember that. I'll smack sense into them one day.

 Silently Mammon folded the letter back up, slipping it back under his pillow and gently wiping at the wet streaks that tracked down his burning face. Against him Kore stirred, nuzzling her face back into his chest with a content hum. "Morning." She mumbled, half muffled by his skin. "I love you." She lifted her head at that, giving him a soft, if slightly puzzled, smile. "I love you too Mammon." He caught her chin in his fingers, pulling her into a gentle kiss as she melted against him. She was right, this was a birthday to remember.

[ladyquietus]

Henlo~ I’m still new to the game of ‘Obey me! Shall we date?’. It’s been a long time since I’ve written stuff like this including stories so I’m a bit nervous. English isn’t my first language either so I hope you don’t mind with grammar mistakes ^^*

-I hope it’ll bring comfort-

**How the brothers’ treat a depressed MC**

Lucifer

Is always busy looking after his brothers and assisting Diavolo but always find time to spend time with you.

Never leaves your side until you get better.

If ever he gets the chance for a clear schedule, he’d spend the whole day with you rather than taking a break for himself although he doesn’t mind.

He’d let you sit on his lap and just hugs you while caressing your head.

Whispers soothing and comforting words.

He doesn’t mind that you’d cry and get his chest wet.

Loads of forehead kisses

Listens to your problems wholeheartedly

Makes you tea and wraps you up in a blanket like a burrito.

Makes a hot bath for the both of you to soak in.

Always attentive to your needs

“You’re with me MC, I won’t leave you. You’re not alone, we’ll get through this.”

Mammon

He’d try his best to set aside his selfishness and puts your health and happiness first. Except, buying things that you like for your likes and comfort.

Plans a day for both of you to go out and enjoy such as the beach.

He gets easily worried and flusters over when you’re quiet or teary-eyed.

Lots of couch cuddles while watching your favorite shows or movies

He won’t let the other brothers interrupt your time together, want to be the only one who’ll make you feel better.

Gives you space if you ask for it but stays in the same room so he’d come to you whenever you need him.

Butterfly kisses

If another person is one of the cause of your pain, he’d swore threatening curses at them.

Keeps bringing you tissues whenever you’d cry.

He’d give you foot massages

You thank Mammon for his care

His response: “Don’t misunderstand MC, I’m only doing this because I’m your first (cue blushes) I’m the great Mammon after all so only come to me whenever you’re troubled”

Leviathan

Has played a lot of games that also involves mental health so he knows what to do.

If you need stress relief- he’d let you play a violent game.

Let’s you sit between his legs with your back leaning on his chest while you play.

Plays your hair while you game

Both of you would spend most of the time holed up in his room

Back neck kisses

He’s patient with you and is understanding with your problems, some relating to his own.

Holds your hand the entire time when you talk

Searches online for convention tickets to surprise you

Orders bufo egg milk tea for the two of you.

“How you feel I know MC. Deafest this and win, We will.”

Satan

Boi he knows everything.

But he’ll try to understand your feelings more so he could perfect his ways of comforting you.

He’d take you to a cat cafe to cheer you up with cats and coffee

In his room, he’d cradle you on his lap while gently rubbing and patting your back as you cry.

He would quote comforting and loving poems

Like Mammon, if he hears another person who caused your pain- he’ll get angry and irritated but calms down for you.

Peck kisses

He’d analyze your problems and helps you in solving them or conquering them.

You’ll rest your head on his lap on the couch with a blanket before the fireplace, caressing your hair while reading a book to you.

Has always a soft spot to you that no one has seen so he’d pretty much spoil you with care.

“The best way to predict your future is to create it” He quotes Abraham Lincoln, whom is one of the humans he finds admirable.

“I want to spend my future with you MC, let’s create it together.”

Asmodeus

Doesn’t see your situation as a sign of weakness

Is really glad that you chose him to spend some time with and a shoulder to cry on

SPA DAY

Literally wants you to take a break, it ain’t good for your skin honey.

He would wear bathrobes or pajamas with moisturizing face masks with you while he listens to you talking about your problems.

Silently uses a bit of his magic on you to make you learn to love yourself but soon wears as your love to your self grows.

Cheek kisses

Touch cuddles: in which you both would lay in bed, facing each other. Asmo’s arm draped on the top of your waist, your hand on the side of his face. Both of you would be communicating deeply in each other’s eyes.

Fixes your disheveled state and would cunningly steal kisses

Always reminding you that you’re precious and you matter every time.

“You’re already beautiful inside MC, what’s wrong with recognizing that you’re beautiful on the outside too?”

Beelzebub

Becomes sweeter than dessert itself when he notices that you haven’t been yourself lately.

Lots of surprise back hugs especially whenever you cook or wash the dishes as a distraction, he’ll never get tired the scent on your hair and neck.

Sometimes get worried so he follows you secretly whenever you’re alone to make sure you’re always safe.

He’s your ideal partner for stress- eating (even when he’s not stressed, he won’t make you feel alone).

Visits your room or him inviting you to his with loads of snacks- majority of it are yours even though you can’t finish it.

Earlobe kisses

His body is big and warm, perfect to cocoon yourself in his arms during cuddle sessions, makes you feel safe and secure.

Buys or tries to cook your favorite food then he’ll deliver it to you wether your in your own bed or in his.

Spoon feeds you

Whenever you’d cry, he’ll kiss your tears. He likes the saltiness anyway.

He’ll happily workout with you if you want to distract yourself.

“Seeing you like this MC makes me feel worse than starving, you always make my heart feel full. Now, I want to do the same.”

Belphegor

He notices that you have been sleeping longer and heavier lately and not emitting the exciting energy that you used to have.

He observes you before finally asking what’s wrong.

You’d open up to him in a breakdown then he’ll hug you tightly, letting you finish.

Despite you being the big spoon all the time whenever you two would sleep, you were a bit surprise when Belphie became the big spoon.

It was very comfortable, he feels soft that it made you forget your worries and troubles.

Lots of pillow talks, he’d even lend you his favorite pillow- not minding that it got stained with your tears.

Nose kisses cause he finds you adorable

He won’t let you sleep alone anymore, not caring if you both sleep on his bed or yours.

Spends most of his time staying in with you, probably best when the weather is blue and you both have coffee or hot cocoas in hands.

He would do everything he can for you to feel better, he misses your warm energy.

He’ll give you lots of head pats while honetdlt showering you with compliments.

“I now understand why Lilith did that to someone she loved MC, I’ll do the same to you too.”

[introvertmagick666]

Story #1 Beel and Belphie bday go almost wrong pt 3

Warning: this will get a bit NSFW

Later that night...

The party was is full swing, but, Christine was forced into a dress by orders of Lord Diavolo himself. Lord Diavolo wanted a masquerade ball for the birthday bash. Welp, at least Christine wasn't the only one being put into a dress. Her was an elegant blue dress, the ballgown was an A shaped and had fluff around the skirt. And a corset. Her hair was brushes and styled and her make up was slightly dotted. Her mask was handheld, being a white feather mask. She watched the dancers, the brothers were forced into costume also as she spotted Satan standing in a rich green outfit by the punch refreshment stand. Mc was wearing a lavender ballgown dancing with Belphie and Beel. Her smiled was warmed, seeing the brothers enjoying there birthday.

"Miss Christine, care to dance." A voice whispered into her ear. Looking up, her cheeks dust with red seeing Lucifer standing by her.

Her shyness got the best of her, "Ooh, master Lucifer you startled me."

Lucifer stood wearing a navy blue costume, with a bit of green, blue, and color feathered mask representing a peacock. "My apology, unfortunately MC is dancing with the twins and I would like to dance with you instead." He hold his hand out.

Christine placed her hand in his, leading her to the dance floor as the DJ announced that they were going to play Beauty and the beast main song. Lucifer chuckled, as they proceeded to dance. The movement around the floor, captivated those that watched the dancers. He held her close, swaying the music as he smiled. The dance wasn't even over, when Beelzebub wearing a full red masquerade costume, similar to the Phantom of the opera costume in the Masquerade song from the movie.

"May, I cut in?" Beel stood, smiling as the song ended.

Lucifer moved away, as Beel took her hand and stared at her as expected Past the point of no returned from the Phantom movie. "Shall we?"

She didn't get to chance to say anything as he started to dance with her. His arm around her waist pulled her close, he smelled like musk slightly with Earthly tone. He danced with her, turning her around as he somewhat mimicked the moves from the film. She shivered, his fingertips danced lightly on her neck. That hot breath against her bare neck, pulling her closer feeling something hard against her ass.

"Lets go somewhere, more private." He whispered, staring at her in the eyes.

Speechless, she nodded as they quietly moved out of the ballroom and head out to the balcony outside. Moving far into the darkness, walking near to where he can press her against the wall.

"I'm sorry, that I pulled us away like this, but, I needed to be alone with you." He looked down at her.

She can feel her cheeks heat up, "Uh, master Beel. Are you sure, this isn't inappropriate?"

He smiled, shaking his head. "Well, for Lucifer and Lord Diavolo maybe. But, there not here."

"I see, is there something you wanted?" She heard her voice cracked.

He nodded, and ducked down kissing her softly on the lips. It was warm, yet alluring as he held her tight and roam his hands over her body. This was her first kiss, as Beel licked her lips wanting entrance which she opened her mouth. His tongue twist around hers, pushing a his hand to her left breast, and the other down under her dress. Gasping, for air Christine feel his right hand rubbing her starting to get wet slit. She whimpered, as Beel mouth traveled to her neck. Before, it could go further the sound of Asmo and Mammon voice got louder which the two lovers pulled away as she adjust herself.

"There you two are, the cake is about to be brought out and we are wanting you and Belphie to be upfront so your birthday gifts be presented in front of everyone." Asmo spoke.

Mammon eyes looked at Christine, "You okay Christine, or are you surprised the great Mammon is here?"

She bowed, "I must apologize, Master Mammon and Master Asmo. You see, Master Beelzebub brought me out here as I was a little to hot in the house. So, he brought me out here for fresh air."

"Well hurry up, the great Mammon wants to get this party over with." He growled.

They went back inside, Beel and Belphie were brought out towards the platform so they could be seen by all. After the presents and cake was done with, they went home with MC and Beel helping Belphie walk as he was tired. Christine smiled at Beel, being a good brother too his twin. She walked along side Levi and Satan, who weren't so happy about being dragged and put into costumes. Reaching the house, everyone went to there room one by one. Moments later, out of the dress and taking a much needed bath Christine finally laid down in her soft bed. But, as she drifted off the thought of Beel touching her made it a bit more sweeter as she slept.

The end...for now at least. This isn't going to be the only story oh no my dear viewers there we'll be more too see later on...I smell fluff in the distant future...don't worry we will get a flash back to when Christine first arrived at Devildom and current events as I haven't finished the game yet due to trying to level up my cards and devil skills...anyway thank you for reading Beel and Belphie bday goes almost wrong.