#lucifer x afab!mc

[minteyeddevil]

“Ease”

Lucifer x Afab!MC, Smut.

“You know you can back out at any time if you want to.”

He gave a wide smirk, using it to hide his nervousness behind it; though he would never admit that. “Might not be the best idea to back out now, considering you already have me on my back, MC.”

Lucifer was splayed out before you, his arms resting behind his head, while you were set between his legs. The fact that he actually agreed to be in this position astounded you; he wasn’t lying when he said he was willing to try about anything you wished, when you wished for it.

Being the Avatar of Pride, he literally prided himself on never bowing down to the whims of anyone he felt was below him; but with the amount of love he held for you, you were surely a different case.

You smiled to yourself, heart beaming that he trusted you as such.

You ran your hands up and down his thighs, feeling them tense underneath your touch. At the apex of his thighs sat his cock, half hard and leaning against his lower stomach, and your hands slowly came up to cup him. You gave him a few small pumps, eliciting a deep groan from him as his cock fully hardened at your touch.

Once satisfied that he was worked up enough that way, you scooted back to grab up the bottle of lubricant you had brought, and placed a generous amount in your palm, coating the silicon member protruding from the harness you were now wearing. You put some extra lubricant on two of your fingers, and scooted closer to him, looking up towards his face before going any further.

“Are you ready for this part?” you asked softly, your other hand gently rubbing his thigh.

Ever the confident one, he nodded; though it was not lost on you that he sucked in a slight breath when your hand moved down. You brought your fingers to his puckered entrance, gently drawing circles. He winced away at first, but with your coaxing, he was able to relax, and allow you to press a finger into him, curling it ever so slightly to begin stretching him. A second finger soon followed and you began to move your fingers in a ‘V’ motion, helping to stretch him further. You pressed in a bit deeper and his breath hitched when you came in contact with something a bit solid and gummy.

Another sharp intake of breath was his response, but he attempted to cover it with a clearing of his throat.

“Found it,” you teased, and despite being breathless from your work, he rolled his eyes at you, giving a deep chuckle.

“Well get it to,” he growled out and you simply smirked at him, pulling your fingers away from his entrance and replaced them with the silicon toy.

“And you call me impatient.”

Another chuckle left him, but the retort in his throat merged into a groan as you slowly began pressing the member into him. He tensed at the intrusion, and you soothed him with a hand on his thigh, the other massaging the tense muscle of his stomach, trying to get him to relax. He sighed through his nose and allowed himself to relax a bit, giving you a small nod to continue.

Once you were pressed into the hilt, a hiss left him through gritted teeth and he bucked his hips almost of their own accord. You figured the tip must be pressed against that sensitive spot of his, and you gave a small roll of your hips.

He groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow, his hips pressing back against your own this time. You continued to move your hips slowly, until you felt his hands gripping your knees.

“Go…go faster…” he whined.

Lucifer…whining?

You gave a small moan of your own at the sound and picked up the pace of your hips. Your hands cupped the back of his thighs, lifting him a bit to adjust the angle, making sure the tip was hitting his prostate directly. He gritted his teeth at the sensation, fighting to hold in the moans that threatened to escape him.

“Let me hear you,” you moaned, hips speeding up further.

He swallowed once more and let out a low groan that dissolved into a growl as he gripped at the bed sheets beneath him. You released one of his legs to free your hand, and wrap it tightly around his cock, pumping it in time with your thrusts.

“Fuck,” he hissed lowly, almost inaudibly, hips bucking more as you continued to fuck him. You took in his black hair clinging to his forehead, chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath; he was absolutely gorgeous.

You teased his tip with each pump, pressing flush against him so that the tip was snug against his prostate. The closer he seemed to get, the more you noticed the change in him, as onyx horns began to sprout from the top of his head, and black feathers spread out around you. His wings seemed to enshrouded you as he legs wrapped around you of their own accord, pulling you as possibly close as he could get you.

He was so close. So very close. And you helped by changing your angle, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, making the Avatar of Pride see white.

He let out a deep growl as he came, long white ropes painting his stomach and chest. You continued to milk him through his high, until he was sated, and slowly pulled from him to allow him to relax back on the bed.

You climbed from the bed and walked into the bathroom, removing the harness and returning with a warm towel to clean him up with. He gave a small whine, yet again covering it with a clearing of his throat, when you moved him so his back was pressed to your chest, cuddling him close.

“No need to coddle me. I am perfectly-”

“Oh hush. Let me have this,“ you teased, leaning close to plant a kiss to his temple.

He huffed in mock annoyance, but let his wings rest against you as you held him. He would never admit it, but being the little spoon was definitely something he found himself enjoying.

“I see why you enjoy taking me in that position so much,” you teased openly, making hm turn his head to grimace at you. But he simply huffed and turned in your arms, a hand coming up to cup your cheek as he smirked down at you.

“Oh, I intend to show you why I enjoy it and so much more. So best prepare yourself for round to, where I take the lead.”

[trophyclown]

Please stop using AFAB if you just mean cis female.

I’ve noticed more and more writers are misusing the term AFAB and using it as a shorthand to say the reader is a cis women. This is a bit disheartening to see as the term was coined specifically to include trans and nonbinary people. AFAB is purely a physical description and has no bearing on the gender of the reader. It’s a gender neutral term. So please tag accordingly. Continuing to use it like this just further alienates trans people from a word made to include us. Please, just tag female if that’s what you mean.

[another-lost-mc]

A Good Morning

LUCIFER x afab!Reader 1.3k words | NSFW | Some Sexual Content | Mostly Fluff and Silliness A/N: This is attempt #1 to cope with the release of Nightbringer. I woke up feeling very sad after playing through the first couple lessons last night, so I wrote this to cheer myself up. obey me! masterlist

When you wake up, there’s an arm thrown over your waist and warm breath ghosting across back of your neck. The sheets are silky and cool, and you’re enveloped in the comforting scent of him.

It’s still early in the morning and you stifle your yawn so you don't wake him. Your alarm hasn’t gone off yet, but it will soon. You stretch your arm so you can try to reach the D.D.D. on the nightstand, but he adjusts his position slightly and moves closer, trying to mold his body against yours.

“Too early,” the sleep-thickened voice rumbles behind you. “Go back to sleep.”

Lucifer never was a morning demon. You smile and keep trying to reach for your phone even as his grip on you tightens. “I was going to get up and make us some coffee.”

The demon behind you murmurs something indecipherable into your shoulder and says nothing else, his soft snores filling the empty silence.

You arch your back into a lazy stretch, but you bite your lip when your ass brushes against a familiar hardness. 

Perhaps this will wake him up.

You wiggle your hips and pretend to stretch again, making sure to grind with the slightest bit of pressure against his cock. He grunts, and you bat your eyelashes innocently over your shoulder when you feel his gaze on you.

His eyes are still a bit hazy, but specks of ruby-red glitter like jewels when they catch the candlelight in his room. “Do you think teasing me so early in the morning is wise?” he warns you, his voice thick with sleep as he nuzzles against your neck. His teeth nip the column of your throat and he hums when you tilt your head back to give him more room. He slides his hand across your belly and holds your hip, preventing you from grinding against him again.

It's amazing how quickly he catches onto your game and uses your own tricks against you. Your cheeks grow warm, but there’s a familiar sensation deep inside you that craves him now. You can’t help but glance at him over your shoulder and hope he knows what you’re silently asking for. Even after all this time together, you still get shy sometimes.

You can't see his face very well from this angle, but you glimpse the teasing tilt to his lips and know it doesn’t bode well for you. His fingers slide down your body and across the top of your thigh before he reaches the mound between your legs.

“Didn’t I satisfy you enough last night?” he murmurs before kissing your neck and nosing his way up to your jaw. He sucks the sensitive patch of skin under your ear and flicks the lobe with his tongue. He grins devilishly when you shudder in his arms.

Oh, he's definitely awake now.

“I always want you,” you whine softly, and maybe you wouldn’t be as honest - or sound so needy - if his hand wasn’t exploring you lazily, his long fingers teasing apart your folds and spreading the wet slick gathered between them. He circles your clit with feather-light pressure that’s nowhere near enough to satiate you, and you lean back against his chest in a silent plea for more.

You might’ve started this little game, but it feels like you’ve already lost and he's barely touched you. You squirm in his arms and try to coax his fingers where you want them, searching for even more delicious friction, but he keeps you still.

He’s teasing both of you when he starts grinding against you, his cock hard and heavy between your bodies. You manage to reach back behind you and grasp his cock clumsily in your palm, and you tighten your fist around him just enough to pump his cock. Your grip isn't perfect, but it works - his breath hitches, and there’s a familiar rumble deep in his chest. It's the calm before the storm.

You brush your thumb over the tip of his cock to smooth the fluid already gathering there, and it's like he's frozen in place when you bring your thumb to your mouth and suck it between those perfect lips of yours.

His dark eyes drink you in, and you raise an eyebrow as if to say, your turn. He doesn't move for a moment, but then the world seems to spin and suddenly you’re on your back. You’re caged underneath him, and there’s a canopy of darkness spreading behind him as his wings unfurl and snap open wide.

You can't see anything but him. There’s pools of black-red ink swirling in his eyes and any thoughts of going back to sleep have long since been forgotten. He’s settled comfortably between your thighs and he uses his hands to push them apart even wider, and he smirks when the tip of his cock nestles between your folds. He slides his cock against you, teasing your entrance before pulling back and savoring the moans that fall from your lips each time he does it.

You're soaking now and his cock glides smoothly in that warm, soft place that's his and his alone. You whimper when his cock catches on your clit and you're desperate for him, the same way he's hungry for you. You lift your legs around his waist to help guide him inside when he positions himself above you on his forearms–

The alarm on your D.D.D. starts blaring, some upbeat song from an anime you and Levi have been watching. The interruption catches you off-guard, and you both fumble awkwardly in surprise. He startles so badly he has to brace himself before he collapses on top of you, and your legs slide off his hips and fall limp onto the bed.

Lucifer drops his head against your shoulder and groans in frustration while you tilt your head back against the pillow and laugh. He can’t help the smile creeping onto his face at the ridiculousness of it all, and he chuckles quietly too. 

“I wanted to turn that off earlier, but someone wouldn’t let me,” you chide him teasingly when you run your hands through his hair. His horns and wings have vanished as quickly as they appeared, and if it weren’t for the sickeningly sweet hint of love in his eyes, you’d almost believe the glare he shoots you is serious.

“Don’t remind me,” he grumbles before kissing your cheek and rolling off you now that the moment between you is over - for now.

He wants to be annoyed, but all he can feel is fondness when he watches you shuffle clumsily over to the side of the bed and reach for your phone. The awful racket ends abruptly, and you wave your phone triumphantly in the air like you’ve just won some epic battle. He’ll never understand how you can be so adorable doing the simplest things.

“You can make it up to me later,” you suggest with a smile, but then you squeak in surprise when his arms shoot towards you and he tries to grab your waist. You giggle and slide off the mattress, dancing away from his half-hearted attempt to pull you back to bed. 

It might not be the game you wanted to play with him this morning, but these silly moments are just as precious to you (and to him).

He sighs (loudly, and dramatically) when he rolls over and stands up. He slips on his housecoat and pads across the room to join you just as you put on a nightgown of your own. He kisses your forehead and pulls you into a hug, the last bit of intimacy you’ll be able to share together before his brothers and the rest of the world demand your attention. 

“So long as you promise to change that awful alarm music,” he suggests almost too casually, with a smile so fake it practically screams, or so help me, I’ll destroy that phone of yours myself.

Your response is one last kiss, your sweet smile pressed against his own, before you both begin preparations for the day ahead.

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x Obeyme!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 1.1: The start of the Blood Rose Tyrant.

Thank you, my amazing readers, for all the likes, comments, and reblogs🥹 It makes so happy, like– almost nothing can top the joy of seeing y'all liked my work :)

Btw, If you have any questions about my tagging and/or literally anything you wanna ask me bout the fic, just reach out to me and I'll try my best to answer you.😊

CW: Cursing, Idk what else... There's also the pronoun schtick I've been yapping about since pr. 1. (i.e MC will get mistaken for a pretty guy a lot -Mc is AFAB referred to as they/them- because the NRC cast have come to expect only boys to be in the school. Excluding the paintings ofc.)

(My pic)

Fun fact: While all of your ornaments act as containers to very *nom*-able amounts of magic, such a thing can be dangerous as it may give away your location if you need to hide or run away from someone.

Therefore, all of them were cast with a special spell developed by Solomon that makes it so that people can't sense that magic unless they're really close to you physically.

(Not to mention, only exceptional mages can actually have the hope of picking up on that magic as your all jewelry were also cast with a heavy magical concealment blessing from both Micheal and Luke.)

• • •

'What the hell is this?'

You think as you fiddled with the fancy pouch in your hands.

You had opened the gift box to find the pouch containing some basic skincare products and just went; ( •_•)..?

Like– What the hell? Who does that?? Are they saying that you're ugly and needed to start taking care of your face?! Well excuse you, I'll have you know –whomever you are– that this face was approved by Asmodeus himself you rude lil' shi—

*Ehem*

So like any sane person is supposed to do in that situation, you checked if the products were cursed or charmed and then pocketed it to maybe sell it in the future for some cash. (Lovely gift but you were taught never to use/ingest things given to you by strangers.)

Leaving the infirmary, you venture into the botanical garden, hoping you'd find some edible plants that you and Yuu can nibble on until you can procure other food options and some all important moneh. (Ugh, if only that damn crow didn't escape and hide away from you, you would've extorted his cowardly-ass and bought some food instead of needing to resort to this bs.)

'Trying to find a stone in a long abandoned mine is simply a fools errand.'

You thought as you absent-mindedly skipped past a certain tall, dark, and handsome man with horns, unknowing of the look of pure curiosity pointed at your back as you continued your musings.

'But oh well, they wanted to try so they might as well be those fools.'

You're not gonna stop them if they wanna try to fix things even though you've mostly stabilized the situation. (Not that they know.)

Damn, you also need to go to the library later so that you can learn what changes you'd need to do in order to adapt and know the problems you'd likely experience in this world.

Knowing yourself and your history for being a magnet of chaos, It'd probably involve almost dying more times than you have fingers and unearthing some deeply-buried soul-crushing trauma in which the only thing you'll get in return are the friends you've made along the way.

Aside from that though, you'd need to gain yourself a foothold in this society.

Preferably, there would be a lot of rich and influential people in this school to suck up to, but if those aren't enough then maybe you can venture into industries where you can kiss-ass in peace.

As much as you'd love to be optimistic, Crowley is the almost literal embodiment of a dead-beat dad barely pays child-support and your own search for a way home may take years before coming to fruition.

Tsk. You can feel your stress levels transcending the mortal plane of existence again as you can already envision the figurative mountain-range you'd need to climb just to achieve stability in this place.

$°\•m°n.. p/€∆$3.. H€\₱ m£...

Times like these just make you wanna curl up onto the floor in a fetal position and let the earth consume you whole.

Oh! And you also need to obtain a stronger blackmail material against Crowley to make sure he won't try anything remotely against you.

'Hmm... But maybe...'

You think as you took a quick and discreet glance to a security camera that had been "coincidentally" pointed at you.

Well, not really a coincidence.

If the mf behind these creepy-ass cameras —that have been watching you since your arrival here, mind you—, can lend you a hand then that would be the optimal outcome. There are a lot of security cameras after all...

Though there's also a large possibility that the fucker wanted you dead because of either boredom, simple bloodlust, money, vengeance (for some reason), your organs or all of the above.

You sighed as you entered the botanical garden, telling yourself to just worry about that later and focus on finding food.

If you get in trouble for taking plants here, you'll just throw Crowley under the bus. (figuratively and literally if he decides to be a bitch about it.)

• • • •

Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce stumbled out of the mirror, finally away from the creepy forest and back into the college.

They all flinched and turned their heads back when they heard a dramatic 'Tsktsktsk–' from behind them.

"Well well well~ Look who finally decided to show up at–"

*checks imaginary wrist watch*

"46 minutes past midnight.. Huh.. If you all got any curfew for your dorms then you're both toast. Can't believe y'all spent more than five hours looking for a single rock..."

You said, referring to the two first years who flinched under your words and judgemental eyes.

"You all look like shit by the way."

Yuu awkwardly scratched their head.

"Thanks?"

*Sigh...*

"You're welcome, bbg."

"Just hurry up and give that rock to the fuckin crow already so that you all can spare the world from having to witness anymore of your gross, sweaty, homeless-lookin selves."

Deuce shrunk even further behind Yuu. (funny because Yuu was at least half-a-head shorter.)

Ace meanwhile, has too much ego to not say anything back.

"We wouldn't be looking like this if you at least helped!" He snarked.

"Why should I?"

You Dwayne-the-rock-Johnson raised your eyebrow at him.

"I don't owe any of you a smidgen of literally anything so why should I help?"

It wasn't a question, but a statement. Because why should you help? They should be grateful you even talked Crowley out of expelling them immediately. Not that they know but still...

But of course, audacity is gonna audacity. Because, Ace really had the nerve to look offended by your words, as if you weren't saying something as truthful as the sky being blue, the grass being green, and your ass being a literal masterpiece from god.

"Don't even try to pass off the blame, Weasley-wannabe. I know it, you know it, your mom knows it, your dad if you have one, your entire bloodline and your non-existent cow knows it, there's literally no point."

Ace literally almost snarled at you like a damn dog, pft– That's what he gets from pissing you off by existing earlier.

"Oh shut up!"

He then looked like he was about to start a rant of how unfair his life was and how he totally didn't deserve any of this and blahblahblahblahblah–

You swear on Diavolo and Luci's fruity man-boobs, you'll hang this bitch upside down like a bat if you had to hear another complaint about things being unfair for him.

What about you? or Yuu? Isn't life more cruel and unfair to you two? Taking you both away from loved ones and shoving you into a world where you two need to fight for a temporary sanctuary as you both try to go home with no real proof you'll actually be able to make it back?

Isn't life more unfair to you? Right when you almost finally achieved the start of your happy ending.. You were taken away from the people that you fought tooth and nail to be with.. And now, they're all too far away for you to reach... again.

Deuce elbowed Ace, thankfully making the jab to the ribs painful for the annoying ginger.

You dramatically sighed again, turning to Yuu and Deuce.

"Remember kids, don't copy Ace's attitude okay? Lest you want to end up single and with no bitches for the rest of your life."

Ace's right eye twitched erratically, shouting at you to shut up and to stop messing with him.

• • • • •

Talking with the crow is an annoying affair as expected. At least now, Yuu is finally an official learner of the school. Even if they're just half-a-student with the loud talking cat. (That kinda reminds you of Mammon, now that you think of it. Also very funny because the cat's name is grim of all things..)

Oh, and you're a prefect now. You're definitely going to make that everyone's problem. Hehehehehe~

"So the abandoned dorm we were supposed to live in is fixed now? How? Hasn't it only been like– a day?"

You ominously beamed at the question, releasing a sinister little giggle that caused Ace, Deuce, and the now wide-awake Grim to subconsciously shiver while Yuu refrained from asking further questions and just wisely snickered instead.

Unseen by everyone, you sent a quick devious little smile to a wall where a certain electrical device was mounted, biting down a snort when you saw the security camera suddenly snap into another direction, as if it was a person embarrassed that they got caught by someone they were staring at.

You then had to hold back a cackle as you remembered how easily this newly made stalker friend of yours snitched on the headmaster, like– you literally didn't even do anything, the flustered boy just gave you the blackmail material that you needed. Well, maybe you did corner him a little bit by using his own electronics against him but you're pretty sure he enjoyed it for some reason if the way he literally blurted out 'mommy-' at you was anything to go by—

Haha, the benefits of having a hacker as a fren :3

• • • •

Kicking away the two idiots and telling them to go back to their dorms already, you dragged Yuu inside the now newly fixed dorm.

The two of you needed to talk about a few things and arrangements..

• • • •

Quickly opening the door in hopes that the fucker that was banging on it gets mash-dabbed face-first, you saw nothing but disappointment as the bastard — Ace — had actually moved away from the door in an impressive display of intuition and spidey-sense before you had even wretched the door open.

"What the fuck do you want, you ugly punyeta?"

It hasn't even been a few hours since this mf parted ways with you and Yuu, so what could be the problem now?

. .. . . . . ..

"No, you're sleeping on the couch."

"What?! But why?!! There are perfectly good rooms here!"

"All the other rooms besides the one we're using are still unfurnished. The beds in them are yet to be assembled and the floors are dusty because of the quick renovations." Yuu stated, rubbing the bridge of their nose.

"Ughhhhh! Just let me squeeze in, I promise I won't take up too much space!"

"Nice try but no."

"Tch, You're all so stingy and inhospitable.."

"Yuu, Do you hear that?" You said, theatrically cupping your ear with a hand.

"Yes, It seems that a forever virgin is talking." Yuu answered with a smirk.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, you oompa-loompa lookin ass— we unfortunately can't understand the language of people who can't pull."

"You guys are the worst."

"Thanks bbg." you and Yuu paused.

"Pft–"

"Oh dear~ It seems you're starting to take after me."

"Indeed it seems." Yuu replied, even subconsciously copying the fancy accent you used.

"Oh no, you're multiplying. :0"

"Haha, we're still dragging you to apologize to your Housewarden later."

"Aww shucks.."

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[melon-cream-enmu]

Repost from peach-cream-yukio. I just copy and pasted this from the old blog so if it somehow made spelling mistakes and stuff I’m sorry!

Anonymous asked: obey me brothers + undateables with a s/o that's insecure of her stretch marks? specifically by the lower stomach area and a little on her thighs. thank you!

Lucifer

•He didn’t know stretch marks were a thing, nor did he know they were a thing humans were insecure about.

•He’s not the type of demon to have many relationships, so he never came across them.

•So he was a bit startled the first time he’d seen yours, and how you’d shied away from him.

•It’s your skin, there’s bound to be “imperfections”, though he wouldn’t call them that. You aren’t porcelain, no one is.

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Lucifer like to kiss your stretch marks, and he likes how you skin feels under his fingertips as he runs his hands down your body. He often greets you by hugging you from behind, kissing your temple with that sly smirk on his lips, after which his hands slide down to your stomach and squeeze lightly. Also really likes biting your thighs, gently (or roughly if that’s what you want) when he goes down on you.

Mammon

•He secretly watches get ready with me/clothes hauls/domestic life videos on deviltube, so he’s come across humans talking about stretch marks and insecurities from time to time.

•So when you pulled him aside before you all go to the beach to tell him why you won’t be wearing a bathing suit, and thus asking him to try and keep the others from asking why when you got to the beach, he already knew what you were gonna say.

•Tried to play the cool guy, hands in pockets, yeah it’s whatever act, but kinda revealed too much.

•”Yeah I get it, you’ve got stretch marks you don’t feel like showing yet, girls talk about it all the time online”.

•Cue huge blush on his cheeks and a very knowing teasing look from you.

•In the end you two goofed off enough to raise your confidence and he’d convinced you to go in at least a cute high cut one piece.

•Totally didn’t choose it so he could show off his humans legs, whhaaattt, nooo perish the thought👉🏼👈🏼.

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Mammon likes your legs the most, not to say he doesn’t like your tummy because he certainly does, but your legs are truly something else. He loves having Harrison Porter marathons with you on his couch, him sitting and leaning back against the arm rest, you laying on top of him, head on his chest and arms wrapped around his middle, legs straddling his just right so he can run his hand up and down your thigh. He likes missionary, with your legs pressed as far up as you can so he can feel your tummy and thighs on his skin as he thrusts into you.

Leviathan

•The first time he sees your stretch marks was when you two were cosplaying together.

•Your skirt hiked up a bit too high and he caught a glimpse of them. He thought you had ocean waves on your thighs. That’s what they looked like to him.

•So he asked you about them. Literally, he said “do you have waves tattooed on your thighs?” With a heavy blush on his face.

•When you confusedly asked him what he was talking about he gestured to your legs.

•When you understood what he was talking about it was your turn to blush. When you told him what they were and that you were self conscious about them he could see you were closing in on yourself.

•He grabbed your hand and told you if you didn’t want to talk about them you didn’t have to, but that he wanted you to know he thought they were pretty.

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Levi REALLY likes seeing you in more exposing clothes or cosplays, because he gets to see your stretch marks and tell you how much he loves them and how beautiful they are to him. Likes when you wear skirts or shorts and straddle and sit in his lap when he’s gaming, because he can feel the bumps and curves of your skin on his. He’s a sea serpent, and a strong swimmer, so his thighs are pretty muscle-y and sensitive. Contrary to popular belief, he wears shorts pretty often when he’s just in his room, so that makes it easier to feel you. Likes when youre on top because, though the both of you may be shy during it, he loves the feeling of your tummy and thighs jiggling when you ride him. If you’re unsure of how well you can ride him, he’ll take you missionary, because he loves seeing how you become less shy and so lewd under him. You two are always hand in hand during this as well.

Satan

•He’s one of the brothers who knew what they were, and that it was a common cause for insecurity. He’d always meant to bring it up with you once you started dating, he just never found the right time.

•The first time he saw them was when you had forgotten your uniform in his room (after having changed there for a movie night) after a shower so you ran to grab them. you didn’t expect him to be there, since he was usually at breakfast by that time but you ran inside and there he was.

•Your towel had ridden up just enough to show the smallest bit of stretch marks and he smiled. you hadn’t noticed until his hand came to cover a small laugh from his mouth and he gestured with a small “cute”.

•When you yanked it down to cover them and your face flushed red he told you it was alright, he didn’t mind seeing them, if you didn’t mind showing them. “Didn’t mind” wasnt really the right phrase, but they didn’t make him love you any less.

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Satan likes when you sit in his lap while he’s reading, legs swing over his, so his hands can rest on your legs, stroking the outside of your upper thigh. He likes to tie your hands above your head so he can see you bounce and shiver as he rocks into you.

Asmodeus

•Knew about your stretch marks the moment you started dating. When you finally confessed to him and told him you liked him he hugged you so fast and his hands kind of went everywhere. They grazed your thighs beneath your school skirt and your hands caught his very quickly.

•You tried to mask it as you just wanting to hold his hands but he knew it was because you weren’t sure whether you wanted to talk to him about that yet.

•The first time he finally saw them was when you finally agreed to a bath with him. His bath was huge, more like a hot tub, and he told you there’d be lots of bubbles, so you figured there’d be tons of bubbles to hide behind.

•But the bubbles began to pop and asmo began to pull you closer. He eventually got you to straddle him as your hands laid on his shoulders. You were hesitant, and when his hands began to slide from your hands to your thighs, you lightly stopped them.

•When he asked if you wanted to talk about it, you didn’t answer, so he started. He told you that they meant everything to him, as did every part of you, and he loved you so much. When you slowly let go of his hands and nodded he placed them on your thighs and stroked your stretch marks with his thumbs.

•The first time saw your stretch marks was also the first time you had sex, and the first time he saw you cry. When he initiated the first kiss he pulled you closer in his lap and pulled you down on his cock he told you how much he loved you and how perfect you were.

•When the tears starting falling he stopped and asked if you were ok, and when you told him they were happy tears he’d almost cried with you.

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Asmo loves every part of you, and every mark, but your tummy and arms are his favorite. He likes getting you clothes and having you dress up for him. If you’ll let him he’ll take pictures of you and if you’ll ALSO let him he’ll post about you on his devilgram. At some point he ends up making a separate devilgram just for pictures of you. (He is WHIPPED for you) He never knew he was one for slow gentle sex, but he definitely is. It’s his favorite. Loves you see you unravel and become a whiney mess beneath him. Also likes mirror sex, if it’s something you’re ok with it.

Beelzebub

•Another brother who knew what they were. He’s a very muscular guy, and with rapid muscle growth comes stretch marks, believe it or not.

•The first time he say your stretch marks was also the first time you saw his. He invited you to work out with him, or even just spot him while weight lifting. When you showed up in long sweats and a tshirt he asked if you were ok or if you were going to over heat.

•When you said you were fine and didn’t want to change, he asked if it was because of your stretch marks. Since he has his own he didn’t really think about it being a sensitive topic. When your eyes started to water a bit he quickly told you it’s ok, he has them to.

•Cue beel removing his damn shirt and flexing his muscles. “You see? Right here. You can touch em, I don’t mind.”

•Is ALWAYS willing to listen if you want to talk about them, whether the tone be good or bad.

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I don’t think beel truly has a favorite place on your body, he just loves all of you. He does like to watch how your tummy moves when you do basically anything, he just thinks you’re so cute and soft. He likes seeing your tits move with your heavy breathing as you adjust to his cock

Belphegor

•This brother really doesn’t care. His other brothers don’t either, but he’s different. Almost like he doesn’t notice them. He’ll acknowledge them if you want him to but other than that he has no “favorite spot” on you.

•He’s so nonchalant about it you can’t even remember the first time he saw them.

•If anything he likes holding you while you nap and rubbing circles into your tummy, but he did that before he knew about your stretch marks.

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There isn’t much else to note for Belphie, your stretch marks don’t change anything. He loves you and your stretch marks don’t add or subtract from that love.

Diavolo

•Diavolo LOVES your stretch marks. And I don’t mean this in a fetishy way, he’s not a guy like that, he just loves you and any part of yourself you might be insecure of, he loves twice as much for you.

•He’s also not gonna lie, he sees a future with you, definitely a long one, with babies and kids, so he knows that stretch marks come with pregnancies. And BOY does he want to see you pregnant. He won’t push it on you of course, and won’t even bring it up until/if you become Queen of Devildom alongside him.

•He loves holding you and feeling your warmth, I feel like though he is the prince of hell essentially, he has cold hands. Please warm them up.

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Diavolo’s favorite part of you is your tummy. You will definitely often find yourself in his lap as he peppers kisses all over your face in between chuckles and laughs as he tickles and pinches your tummy til you’re both out of breath. Another thing he loves about the stretch marks on your tummy is how they also are on your back as well, he likes that he can see them when he’s taking you from behind and he gets to grab handfuls of your hips.

Barbatos

•Like Belphie, Barbatos isn’t bothered my your stretch marks, theyre part of you, and he loves you, there’s not much else to it.

•Though he will not let you talk bad about yourself because of them, or any other insecurities. He will not stand for it.

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Because your stretch marks don’t affect his love for you in a negative or positive manner, he also doesn’t have a favorite part of you based on your stretch marks. If he has a favorite part of you it’d be your hands, always so warm in his own.

Simeon

•All humans, demons, and angels come in different shapes and sizes, and he sees the beauty in that. So although he gets that insecurities are common place among almost anyone, he doesn’t understand why they have to be.

•You’re his little bird, why don’t you like your differences, your variances, the things that make you you. Though he wouldn’t call what you two do together to be “sinful”, it’s definitely not completely “pure”

•WILL kiss every mark until you’re both flustered yet completely calm in each other’s embrace.

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Doesn’t have a favorite part of you, because there’s too much of you that he loves to place a preference on one part. Loves holding you close and listening to you breath, and feeling your chest and tummy move against his with every breath.

Solomon

•I wouldn’t say he’s been with MANY lovers, but he’s a damn attractive human, and a powerful sorcerer, so he’s definitely not inexperienced, so he’s seen a wide range of bodies and what they come with.

•Is more nonchalant about it than the others. If you want to talk about them he’s all ears. If you want to say that you love your stretch marks but want a bit of encouragement and love from him as well he will surely give it to you. If you want to discuss ways of decreasing the amount or hiding them, he’ll tell you you shouldn’t feel like you have to, but will help you if you really need it and if it’s what you really want.

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He loves that you and your body, but loves when you feel at home and safe with him that you can let expectations fall from your shoulders the most. He’s a very curious and experimental guy, so if you allow him, he likes to bring something new into the bedroom any chance he can get. He loves to see how your body reacts to new forms of pleasure, and how you look at him fills his heart with such pride and it’s absolutely an ego boost and a turn on.

(*Sorry that some are shorter and less descriptive than others, I was having a very hard time trying not to sound repetitive, but also not to stray from loving your body into fetishizing it, as I know weight and how it’s perceived in romantic and sexual setting is a sensitive topic for many, myself included. I hope this was good however! Writing for this many characters at once really took a lot out of me, so I hope you like it!*)

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Reaction to mc saying she's pregnant? Like they had NO idea. It's their child, maybe she hide it with magic or something and they generally couldn't tell, if that is okay! It's okay if not,

I just think it's a cute conecpt, like just pretend barbs doesn't look into the future,

Again it's okay is not! No pressure,

Wolf !

Hi, wolf! Of course it's okay! I hope you like it

they find out mc is pregnant after hiding it

-> brothers and side characters x mc (no luke)

mc's gender is not mentioned, but is pregnant, not proof read (somebody lmk if the tag is wrong)

content warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

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Lucifer

he's a little offended (??) hurt (??) that you hid it from him, were you afraid of his reaction or was he scary?

regardless, lucifer loves both you and the child to death from the moment he finds out they exist

he's going to take great care of you (though he might come off as a little overprotective)

if you are standing up for a minute too long he will let you sit down

Mammon

oh no, you were play fighting just yesterday, did he accidentally hurt you or the baby?

when those worries ebb away, mammon is so happy he's telling everyone at rad about it

yes he's sad you hid it for a long time but the happiness is way stronger than the hurt

'mc I'm gonna go to the mall to get baby's first gold bar' 'mammon the baby isn't even born yet-'

Leviathan

of course you hid it for a long time, imagine you're the child and you find out your dad is a gross otaku

you're gonna have to calm him down

it takes levi a while to warm up to the idea, but when he does he's really excited for his baby

he's going to want to read tsl to your stomach as a bedtime story (if the baby is a boy he wants to name him henry too)

Satan

satan is kind of in denial, if you were pregnant he would have known right? why didn't you say something?

he's never thought about being a father, he needs a moment to let it sink and do research on babies

but he warms up to the idea eventually, and he'll be the softest you've ever seen

satan got little children's books and those cute music boxes for when the baby comes

Asmodeus

out of everyone, asmo would me the most upset you tried to hide it

but he loves you and the baby so he forgives you soon

asmo might not know how to be a father at first, but he's willing to learn and raise the baby with you

plus he's going to want one of those maternity photoshoots, but if you don't it's okay

Beelzebub

yes he's not happy you kept it from him but baby :))

beel would do anything to make you and them happy

he's really worried you're going to get hurt though, if you're cooking together beel does not let you pick up a spatula or get close to the stove

also beel loves to hug your stomach, it's basically what he does every night now

Belphegor

he's not happy about it at first because he honestly did not want a child

but seeing you pregnant, realising you'd make a great parent, it changed his mind

belphie gets the best pillows and blankets so you can be comfortable while sleeping

if the baby is keeping you awake belphie will try to calm them down

Diavolo

he understands why you hid it from him, imagine getting pregnant with the demon prince's child- oh no are you scared?

it doesn't matter whether you are actually scared or not, diavolo will take his time to show you all is well, he's really happy to welcome his child

he took a picture of you and your cute baby bump, made it his ddd wallpaper and stares at it when he doesn't want to work

Barbatos

it took him by surprise, but barbatos can adapt quickly

he's really happy to be having a baby with you, he's ready to give you anything you need to make the pregnancy easier

do you want tea, a massage or something else? barbatos has got you

he can't wait to meet his baby, he doesn't want to use his powers and spoil it for himself

Simeon

...so that's why you could eat solomon's soup last week without getting sick

he forgives you for hiding it, surely you had a good reason

simeon loves the baby so much he sings lullabies he used to sing to luke for them already, this man's face physically softens every time he sees the baby bump

but really, maybe you should stay away from food that randomly appears in the fridge that simeon didn't make

Solomon

he's a little upset but that's okay, in all his years he's never felt this happy

he can't wait to hold his little baby for the first time

being a human too, solomon knows plenty of stuff about human pregnancy so that's great

'simeon why are you stopping me I'm just going to offer mc a sandwich I made'

[sweetlikehny-archived]

Can I get a face sitting with Lucifer and female mc??

kink prompt ask game!

Lucifer says bon appetit 😋 🍽

CW: NSFW (minors DNI), AFAB reader, mentions of pussy and clit, language, a bit of overstimulation? (Luci can’t get enough 😳)

You believe Lucifer to be an organized person.

No matter the situation, he’s always been a neat , orderly conducted person. Well put together, in control of everything- nothing expected less from the Avatar of Pride.

So it always surprised you when you got to see his control unravel, and his true urges take over- but you couldn’t help but be a little…hesitant.

“Are you sure Luci?”

“Why would I not be?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow as he kneaded your hips, ruby colored nails lazily rubbing circles on your skin.

“I don’t know…I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable-“

“Darling, how would you be making me uncomfortable if I’m the one that requested this?” Lucifer then leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, eyes half lidded as he softly held your cheek. “Do you not want this?”

“I-I do.” You felt a bit of warmth spread throughout your body.

“Then relax my love, and let me take care of you.”

With that, Lucifer laid down below you, and slowly brought your form towards him. Your breath caught when you felt him kiss your slit, body jolting as he chuckled beneath you.

“Nngh- Luci- ah!” You moaned when you felt him lick your clit, soon giving it a suck before his tongue entered inside you, his arms tightening and pulling you in closer.

You covered your face with your arms, lips parted in a silent scream as Lucifer continued, the sounds of slurping filling the air. Your hips bucked against his tongue, crying out as it went even deeper inside- any restraint either of you had before was gone, his pace quickening as you felt yourself growing closer to the edge.

“F-fuck Lucifer! Don’t stop, don’t stop-“ you begged, toes curling and eyes crossed as you felt him give your clit another harsh suck that left you crying out. You couldn’t focus- had his tongue always been that long- and you practically squealed when he moaned, the sensation sending constant shivers of pleasure down your spine.

Lucifer didn’t let up, even encouraged to go faster as your whines grew louder, bouncing and riding his face as you finally felt the warmth boiling in your stomach spill over,

“I’m cumming!”

Your eyes rolled back as you became undone, body convulsing as you rode out your high, hips bucking involuntary against Lucifer’s face. You whimpered as he held you tight, drinking in your release and only letting go after he had his fill. Your thighs quivered in overstimulation, whining when he left a parting kiss on your slit.

You fell forward, panting and body twitching from the aftershocks, mind left reeling as Lucifer sat up and licked at his lips, smirking. “Mm, delicious.”

You were a bit embarrassed by his words, and you went to hide your face in the pillow- but he already stole it away before you got the chance, always the sadistic one. “There’s no need to hide- did you enjoy yourself?”

“Ye-yes, I did.”

“Good. I told you there was nothing to be concerned about.” His smile was genuine and his words were truthful, but there was something about it that still had you a bit on edge- like an underlying sense of…danger? Not life-threatening, but-

You gasped when you felt his fingers prod at your pussy once more, brushing your clit and chuckling at your reaction. His smile soon turned into a smirk, eyes growing darker, “Now then, let’s continue, yes?”

Judging by how strained his pants were, it seemed like he didn’t want to waste another moment.

“The night is far from over.”

[anikasheep]

Replaced MC AU

Warnings: afab mc, chubby mc, short mc.

Reblog is the best support so please.

Don’t like don’t read.

When Diavolo announced that the new human exchange student would come.

After hearing about the arrival of a new human exchange student, MC is looking forward to making new friends.

Whether they are regular humans, witches, or warlocks, the MCs want to maintain friendly communication with each other.

Of course, they won't force each other, they just want to help them not to be lost in the magic world as they were at the beginning.

The seven brothers have mixed emotions at the beginning on the contrary, they might look forward to new humans under the MC's influence, but after seeing the MC's reaction, they don't want the MC's attention to be completely drawn away from them.

If the new human attracts the brothers.

Asmo is probably the first one to be friendly to the new lamb. He has the ability to see the beauty inside a person and he would be the bridge between his brothers and the new student. But if the new student thought that Asmo would trust them so easily, then they were wrong. Asmo is picky and he knows only MC and his brothers would love him no matter what. Since he’s the queen of gossip, he’d know the moment if the new student dared to say some misinformation about MC. No one could hurt or slander the second most beautiful creature in the three worlds under his watch.

Levi would be the second one since he actually has the urge to meet new people. However, he would be struggling because he felt guilt for betraying MC unless MC could comfort him that it’s not betraying and he’s just gonna have a new friend not replace them for the new student. But this sensitive and shy boy would remind himself that he can’t let MC feel they’re neglected. The Lord of Shadow wouldn’t forget and neglect Henry even though he has a new friend, and so does he.

The twins might be the third ones if the new exchange student is kind enough to give Beel some delicious food or be nice to sleepy Belphie. But they won’t give their trust credits soon, the twins would show their friendly but it’s not because they trust the student or like them already. They still need more time to ensure that this human wouldn’t threaten their family. It’s hard for the twins to replace MC with the new human unless they’re Lilith, but even though the new human is Lilith herself, the twins make sure that they enjoy MC and Lilith’s company. Beel and Belphie wouldn’t waste the chances with both of their favorite humans and they believe that MC are irreplaceable.

Mammon is proud of himself that he’s MC’s first demon. He’s greedy so he would be hostile to the new student and assumed that the human is trying to steal MC’s attention. He’d love to see if other brothers have less time with MC. He’d tried to threaten the new student for money and be scolded by Lucifer. He only hangs out with the new student sometimes when they ask him nicely or for goods. He might start thinking the new human is not bad but the intimacy level wouldn’t be higher than Luke. You better believe that you and Mammon belong to each other or this sweet idiot demon would cry, MC.

Satan though would be the SECOND one to act nice to the new human, but that is just all for polite and act. It’s hard to earn his trust, even though the new human also loves cats so much, the trust wouldn’t be the same as he trusts you. Still, would try to pull the new student to join the ANTI-Lucifer League. He knows the pain and the wrath when your whole being vanishes and only exists for someone’s replacement. You’re one and only, MC. He would remind you every single day if you forget that.

As the Avatar of Pride and the eldest, Lucifer who’s the last to trust the new student is predictable. Of course, he would supervise that his siblings wouldn’t harm the new fragile student or be harmed if the new student is a witch or a powerful sorcerer. He wouldn’t tolerate some mere human toy with his brothers and try to tear his family apart. Like Mammon, he is secretly glad that if you have more time alone, you’ll spend more time with him. If you feel lonely, the door of his room is always open for you, MC. And don’t assume that he’d easily replace you for some human, you’re one of his family members and that’s decided in his heart even before he knew you’re related to Lilith. It’s what you’ve done for them and your kindness makes you a family, not just some bloodlines. And he won’t let anyone forget that, not even you.

[attic-club-sandwich]

Summary: MC wakes one night to a familiar problem. Someone else is also awake at that hour and he comes to comfort them. A short drabble about MC getting their period for the first time since regaining their human form in the Devildom

Belphegor x afab!MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content. Blood Mentions.

A/N: Well guys, this is the end of Only Human for the 7 brothers! I appreciate you all reading and following this series!! Let me know if you'd be interested in reading the side characters (Dia, Barb, Solomon, & Simeon) and feel free to request too :) I really hope you enjoy Belphie's! I went all out for his cause it's the last and he's one of my faves. I also headcanon that they each have their own bathrooms. Idk i just feel like that makes sense lol There also had to be one in the attic too right? Cause Belphie was locked up there for quite awhile. So, there's a bathroom in the attic I make the rules here.

Masterlist

Only Human

You had been sleeping soundly when you were awoken by an intense cramping in your lower stomach. The sensation was beginning to mingle into your dreams, causing you to stir awake. You let out a quiet groan as you stretched, bumping the figure that was snoring softly next to you. Oh yeah, you thought. I had a headache earlier so Belphegor convinced me to go lay down with him. The two of you had snuck off to the attic after dinner to get some peace and quiet from the rest of the brothers, and at some point you must have dozed off.

You reached over to feel for your D.D.D, but it was gone. You leaned over the side of the bed to see it had fallen to the floor next to you. Picking it up, you tapped the screen to see that it was around 2:00 a.m. You rubbed your eyes and yawned as you set your phone back down on the bedside table. The attic was dark except for the warm glow of the lanterns that hung above the bed. You sat quietly for a few moments, focusing your gaze on the gentle rising and falling of Belphie’s chest as he slept. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep like this. You smiled, but were cut short at the stabbing pain in your abdomen. Wincing, you hugged your knees to your chest. What the hell do I do? You began to panic, wondering if the small half bath that was in the back of the attic had anything useful to you. Your period had obviously come while you were asleep, and you were in no way prepared. You had just gained back your human form not too long ago, and weren’t expecting to get back to normal bodily functions this soon. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you quietly got to your feet and tiptoed across the attic to the bathroom. Belphie was a heavy sleeper, but you really didn’t want to risk waking him up. As you entered the bathroom, you shut the door as softly as you could. There was a small cabinet under the sink, so you pulled it open to check for anything that could be useful. To your surprise, you saw a bottle of painkillers. Grabbing it, you ripped the cap off and tossed a couple of the pills into your mouth. “Thank God. Belphie must have had these with him when he was locked up here.” you whispered to yourself. Now that one problem was taken care of, you had a pretty obvious other problem that needed your attention. You sat down on the toilet, assessing the severity of your situation. Your stomach dropped as you realized the sleep shorts you changed into earlier were now stained red. Shit, I leaked through! You sniffed as tears formed in the corners of your eyes. What should I do? Call Lucifer? Barbatos? No, you didn’t want to bother them at this hour. Maybe Asmo would be your safest bet, as you felt he would be the most understanding out of all of the brothers.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard footsteps coming towards the door. Hopping up, you pulled up your shorts again and wiped your eyes. Your hand reached towards the door handle when suddenly it was yanked open and you were staring straight into the wide eyed stare of The Avatar of Sloth. His hair was messy, and the sweatpants he wore were untied and hung just low enough on his hips that you could catch a glance of the waistband of his underwear. “B-Belphie?!” you squeaked as he stepped into the bathroom with you. “MC! Theres…there’s blood…a-and I smell it on you…” his hands shook slightly and he brought them up to rest on your shoulders. “Whats going on? I didn’t…I didn’t do…” his voice trailed off as he met your tear filled stare. “Belphie, no! Of course you didn’t do this.” He let out a sigh of relief as he lowered his head to rest gently against your chest. “Thank Diavolo, holy shit…you scared me.” he murmured. He lifted his head back up, his eyebrows knitted together with worry. “Then what the hell is the blood?? Are you hurt?” You shook your head, blushing slightly. “No, I'm not hurt. I started my period and I don’t have anything…I bled through…” you said, quietly. Belphie’s violet eyes widened. “Your…period?” you nodded, unsure if he quite understood or not. “Do you…know what that is?” you asked. He ran his hand through his navy blue hair as he glanced away. “Yeah, kinda. I read about humans a lot back in the Celestial Realm because Lilith was so interested in them. I also read a lot when I was up here.” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I sound like Satan.” You giggled as you shook your head. “Never.” He smiled as he reached out to lace his fingers through yours. “So, what do you need?”

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As he led you back to the bed, you groaned in embarrassment. The sheets where you had been sleeping had a large spot of blood on them. “I’m so sorry.” you said, covering your face in your hands. Belphie shrugged. “It’s really no big deal. I’m a demon, blood is not out of the ordinary. Let’s take them off and put them in the wash. I think Asmo keeps an extra stash of supplies in the laundry room, too.” He paused as he searched the room for something, “Oh, and take this, It should be long enough to cover you.” You sighed in relief as Belphie found the cardigan he’d been wearing and handed it over to you. “Thank you Belphie, I really appreciate it.” You said gratefully as you pulled the cardigan on. He smiled as you continued to help him remove the sheets from the bed. “It’s fine, I wouldn’t normally do this for anyone but…it’s you so it's okay.” His smile dropped as he glanced down at his feet. “Besides, I owe you a lot of favors.” You finished pulling the last of the sheets off the bed and the two of you quietly made your way downstairs. Thankfully no one was up at this hour, so you didn’t have to explain yourselves. Belphie pushed open the door to the laundry room and you threw the load of soiled sheets into the washer. He slowly added in some detergent and started it up. You could tell he was sleepy, but you were so grateful that he was willing to help you out at this hour. “There. I don’t feel like waiting so let’s just go back to my room to sleep.” You nodded, all of a sudden anxious. “But Beel is there right?” Belphie was reaching into one of the cupboards above the washer. “Yeah, but he’s probably asleep so it’ll be okay.” He opened the cupboard to grab a small box that was hidden towards the back. “Here, this is for you.” He handed the box to you and you saw that it was some pads. You almost cried, how did I manage to get so lucky? “T-Thank you Belphie…seriously, you just saved me.” Belphie yawned, ending it with a small smile. “You’re welcome. If Asmo notices they are gone, I’ll tell him that Mammon found them and sold them. Now come on, let’s head to bed already.” 

Once you had taken care of yourself and changed into a clean pair of shorts, you crawled into Belphie’s bed next to him. You were trying to keep as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Beel who was snoring softly in the bed across the room. You felt arms wrap themselves around your waist and you were surprised that the 7th born hadn’t fallen asleep waiting for you. You yawned as he planted a soft kiss to the side of your head. “Are you feeling better?” he whispered, nuzzling his head into your neck. You nodded. “Yeah, the cramps have mostly gone away.” He hummed, feeling happiness bubble in his chest. “I’m glad I could help.” A few moments of silence passed, and you turned to see Belphie sleeping soundly once more. He really was tired, and yet he did all of that for me, you thought to yourself. You were still smiling when you eventually drifted off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that peaceful dreams were on their way.

[lyssaterald]

Take Flight, Part?: Stood Up

Content Warning: General spoilers for the main story. Minors and ageless accounts do not interact! First person writing, named character, and slight mentions of character’s past and history which are not expanded upon as they are not important to this chapter. Weirdly, I switch between past and present tense. Sorry, not sorry. Unbeta read.

SMUT: LucixMCxDia

Word count is around 6k and was supposed to be PwoP but developed plot as I went, lol.

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Staring at the empty chair in Ristorante Six where Lucifer was supposed to be sitting made me angry and sad at the same time, and also made my gut twist in ways I hadn’t felt since before he and Dia had accidentally kidnapped me to the Devildom in the first place. Swirling the Demonus in my glass and sipping at it while the staff glanced quickly to me and then away as they took other customer orders was very humiliating. The reservation had been made by him under his name for the two of us where we were to meet up after we had each finished our work or school for the week and spend a few hours together outside HoL and away from his brothers.

How many times had I texted Lucifer now?

My thoughts had gone a little wild over the last hour since he had failed to arrive at his self-appointed time to start our date. Had something happened? Was HoL on fire? What if Mammon or them had done something to distract him? Maybe there had been a prank gone wrong or Diavolo had kept him over for a meeting they were having?

But my D.D.D has been silent for most of the day. Asmo has found out about our date and insisted on getting together my outfit for the evening (a somewhat racy little black number with red and black lingerie) and had even promised to keep his oher five brothers distracted for a few hours tonight. And Asmo usually pestered me about my nights with Luci when he could feel when I was horny and knew when I’d spent a satisfying evening with one of my two lovers. So…that was probably what was going on with Luci’s brothers and he or Diavolo usually text if a meeting is going to interfere with plans we had set before the plans take place. So…

Was this a subtle way of punishing me or telling me that he was unhappy with something I had done? But Luci was usually fairly direct in when he was unhappy with something. Flirting was a subtle thing with him in public. Our disagreements had been…heated…but also resolved in private and…sometimes…with sex. We had never had a public disagreement…

Or, and this was what was making my gut twist, was he breaking up with me? And had just lost his nerve or something?

I’d done that before with others back home. I know the reasons I am unattractive as a mate to those individuals, but…since arriving at the Devildom…Diavolo and the seven Avatars had all been courting or showing possessive, familial behavior. 

This wasn’t normal with them.

Lucifer was fucking prideful. If he had lost interest in the relationship, he would have said so. So…

That’s why I had stayed for an hour and tried multiple times to call and text him, to which there had been no reply and there had been just the gut-churning anxiety. So…so, I met the eyes of one of the waiters and waved them down after setting aside the glass of Demonus and gave them my best smile with my hands folded under my chin.

“What was the charge the last time Beel was here?”

“Si-six-m-m-m-m-m-million grimm,” the waitress stutters nervously and I instantly feel bad.

The Avatars are some of their rulers and I live with them.

“Has the bill been satisfied?” I ask kindly.

“N-not…exactly,” the demoness tells me and casts her eyes down and away further. 

I want to scream in frustration over the negligence that they get into…instead, I simply smile and pull out the cards that Diavolo and Lucifer both gave me and hand them over. “Bill six times the leftovers of that bill to both cards and then half that for a tip for all the server staff that deal with Beel on a regular basis, but make sure to take what you need from the cards for your month, too,” I tell her and she looks like she is about to burst into tears. “What is your name?”

“R-r-r-r-Raya.” She is sobbing now and everyone is looking on, but I give zero fucks.

I reach towards her and she gives me her hand automatically and then I tumble up and into her, giggling. If Luci wants to make a scene or forget me, I will make this demon’s month. Especially since she seems to be having a bad day or week…or year.

“The kitchens, please,” I whisper to her amidst my sudden giggling. I stumble and giggle as she leads me towards the kitchens. As soon as we are out of view of the public eye, I smile and thank her and then wait for her to charge the two cards to be returned. It takes a few minutes, but the looks the staff are giving me shift from pitying to straight up adoration and I have to wonder when the last time they were tipped generously. It’s something I’ll have to shake into the Avatars, apparently. The manager straight up cries when I leave both cards on file for the next time that Beel visits them and I leave them instructions on how to reach me if any of the Avatars get rowdy or leave an open bill.

Their gratuity and the way that I was stood up makes me pissed. Shoving my hands in my pockets and embracing the dark mood without reservation makes the usual demons who would harass me flare off and hide in the darker corners of the market.

My D.D.D has been silent this whole time despite close to a dozen calls and texts that I had sent to Lucifer. Either he’s ignoring his phone or he is dead and both options have their appeal right now.

The one night I feel like getting into a fight and no one tries to pull something. Some of the local children who recognize my more human form run to greet me and “steal” the leftovers that I took from the Ristorante Six employees for them. I can’t help the smile I give the “blob” child that was the distraction and slip them an extra treat for letting their friends practice on me. Once they are gone, tho, it’s hard to maintain the smile as this is just another reminder of how broken systems can be.

It's an odd reflection to see how children are forgotten amongst different cultures. For my dame’s, they are always hyper aware of how precious children could be, but as soon as we hit maturity that’s another story and leaves us open to all the blood prejudice that the species can harbor. Here? I am standing in front of the burnt out building that harbors the refuge for the children of the Devildom’s capital. Dia is a special kind of ruler, but even he can’t do everything.

A frustrated hiss leaves me and I feel the eyes of the children on me before I drop the rest of the food off for them and then turn away to allow the privacy they want for the scavenging they will do from the offering. I pretend not to hear the light, hurried footsteps or delighted exclamations of joy over such a little thing. It makes me want to shake Dia or break out of the Devildom early so I can bring these kids to my mother to be adopted amongst the clans, but I still don't know enough about their developmental lifespan.

For now, this has to be enough.

With Luci…

I have to pause and scowl at the dirt under my feet for a hot second as I contemplate what I want to do. My D.D.D. goes off in my pocket and I pull it out, smiling instantly at the notice. Dia. Our other lover, the one that hadn’t forgotten me once since coming here. 

Dia: Barbatos informs me that you just spent a large sum of money at Ristorante Six. Did you two have fun?

Me: Nope. You free?

Dia: I have several stacks of paperwork, but I would love to see you later. Perhaps that will serve as motivation to finish everything tonight. Should I be worried?

Frowning at the screen, I leave him on read for a moment as I collect my thoughts. My relationship with Luci is a little more intense because he is a sadist and likes to try to dominate the relationship where I feel it is unnecessary. Him standing me up tonight is just a new tactic that he hasn’t used before and it hurts, because I’ve been forgotten by others but never someone this important to me.

Dia and I have a little more...complex...of a relationship. It made our start a little rough because he had technically kidnapped the daughter of a dragon royal and he himself being a prince had set us on the entirely wrong foot. It was his persistence and warmth that had drawn me in where others had hurt me before.

So...

My heart was aching and Dia had never stood me up before. In fact, he was consistently trying to find ways to keep me and Lucifer with him for an extra couple of hours, however childish and inane those were sometimes were.

So...

Dia: Should I be worried?

His repeat in his text makes me smile and seals my decision. It's an easy one to make now that I reflect on things again.

Me: No. Lucifer stood me up and has ignored my calls. So, it wasn't very fun and I am coming over for a few days if that's ok?

The anxiety in my stomach is a knot as I hit send and watch the little dots that indicate he is typing something. Maybe I shouldn't have assumed...

Dia: I would love to have you over for a few days! Is everything else alright? Do you want me to do anything?

The little flutters in my stomach with his easy acceptance and offer of help leave me blushing a little. My bad mood evaporates a little more, but I retain a little niggling doubt because demons are so much like dragons.

Me: Did you do anything directly or indirectly that would have kept Luci from our date tonight?

Dia: Never. He's been working so hard recently, I thought it was a great idea for you two to have this date tonight. I'm shocked and very disappointed that he missed it.

Dia: But I am quite happy at the chance to have you to myself for a few days.

He's already planning how he can keep me in the palace all for himself for the next few days. After everything, all the heartbreak and the doubts and the second guessing, it's a hot feeling in my stomach to know that I am wanted. But...I know the boundaries I have to set. Lest things get out of hand.

Me: 48 hours, at a max, of making them hunt for me. We can arrange something else later down the line.

Dia: Deal. Now come over before I hunt you down.

Perhaps a thrilling thought for a different day...

It's exactly 48 hours later that Diavolo allows Lucifer to find us in his office. Lucifer is hovering on the threshold, his crimson eyes tracking the way that one of Dia's undershirts hangs off a shoulder and how I sit away from him on Dia's lap. He can clearly see the new and fading hickeys on my skin that Dia left there and knows for a fact that I don't keep clothes at the castle, so he also knows I am sitting in Dia's lap in nothing more than this shirt.

But I ignore him for now.

Diavolo bites the strawberry out of my fingers and glares over my shoulder as the study door clicks shut behind us. He takes my wrist and begins to delicately suck the juice from each finger. His golden eyes flash to mine and I just return his amusement with one of chagrin.

"Dia," I breathe at him and his gaze darkens.

"You've been hiding her," Lucifer observes. "For two days. My brothers have been mounting a very large search effort." It's a subtle dig at my feelings for his brothers and it turns my hard gaze to the scarlet, slitted gaze.

"Good for you," I say mildly, tuning back to Dia to sink my teeth into his neck, surprising a moan out of our lover.

"Lyssa, I do not believe this is the-" Lucifer begins.

"Fuck off and shut up or leave," I cut in, tugging at Dia's buttons. A glance up at his face confirms that he is totally invested in this, not that I had doubted his erection or the gentle hands on my hips.

"Lord Diavolo, this is hardly the time to-" Lucifer began again.

It was remarkably easy to launch myself off Diavolo's lap, plant a foot on his desk and leap at Lucifer, wings flaring in aggression. He caught me with his arms around my waist as we toppled over with my momentum. Lucifer landed on his back with a soft grunt and me straddling his hips with my hands on his shoulders, wings still flared as I stared down at his slightly parted lips.

"Two days and this is what you have to say for yourself?" I ask him, struggling to maintain the mildness of before. "Was this your way of saying it's over? Or are you just tired of spending time with me? What was more important two nights ago that kept you from even calling?" The tears are hard to choke back once my fears are voiced and his stare only remains blank and shocked. "Fine, I get it," I mutter and lean away from him, allowing my wings to Veil.

I attempt to push to my feet, but his hands tighten on my his as he purses his lips and studies me. "Two nights ago, I was dealing with Mammon and Satan for having broken into my study and stolen-"

"Let go of me," I snarl at him, but he doesn't budge.

"Allow me to explain," he says with infuriating patience.

"No." The word is a shriek of pain that has Diavolo wrenching me into his chest and knocking Lucifer's hands away from me.

"That's enough, Lucifer," Diavolo says with cutting gentleness as he strides towards the couch where he settles me in his lap. My arms wrap around his neck and I am sobbing into his neck as two days of pent up fear explode out of me in silent, wrenching gasps and tears. "Lyssa has been hiding with me since you stood her up two nights ago."

There is a slight scuff of shoes on the floor and the rustle of clothes as Lucifer tries to approach us, but Dia removes his hand from my waist and must hold him at arms length. His thigh muscles tighten and ripple beneath mine as he fights with himself, but I keep my head buried in his shoulder until the tears have eased and the shaking has ceased.

Dia's gentle hand through my hair rouses me and I look up at his concerned gaze, noting somewhere in my head that his other arm is still raised. "D?" I ask muzzily.

His lips are gentle on mine, a comforting touch after so much fear and a reminder that I am wanted. It's when his tongue slides with mine and begins stoking the embers of the earlier arousal that he jerks his extended arm and there's a gasp and thud that startles me from the kiss.

Turning to look behind us, I find Lucifer surprisingly close to us. More surprising is that he's on his knees in front of us, his hands on Diavolo's knees, and Dia's hand fisting his collar. Lucifer's expression is so fractured that I almost reach out to him.

A glance at Diavolo finds a molten, golden gaze flickering between us. Placing a kiss on his jaw lands that gaze on me and it softens into something gentle. "Are you feeling better, Lys?" he asks.

It's hard not to blush under the realization that they had watched me ugly cry into Diavolo's uniform. "A little," I mutter.

"Do you want answers from him now?" he asks. "Or do I send him away?"

He's giving me the control so easily that I stare at him for a second, then glance at Lucifer's desperate gaze. They're normally the dominant ones, the ones calling the shots and making the decisions in our relationship. It's not that I'm a submissive for them, it's just easier to flow along with them and more fun most of the time, whether in bed or in public.

"Lys," Lucifer says quietly and then gasps when Diavolo fists a hand in his hair and yanks his head back.

"Or we can punish him and get answers later?" Diavolo suggests thoughtfully, snaking an arm around my waist to shift me to straddle his thighs and face Lucifer, who has dropped his hands from Dia's knees. The blush deepens as Diavolo's erect cock rubs at my ass through his slacks. "I have a few ideas," he breathes into my ear and ruts gently into my bare ass. "But it's up to you, sweetling. We can stop and cuddle for the rest of the night if that's what you want."

Arousal overwhelms the fear and last traces of sadness as I study our positions. Diavolo has left the decisions to me tonight even with how clearly obvious what he wants is. But...

"Ease up a little, Dia. He can hardly breathe let alone answer a question," I request and Diavolo instantly releases him to lean back and slide his hands along my bare thighs as he continued his gentle ruts into me. They feel good and I arrange myself so that he's rutting into my core and not my ass. I lean forward towards Luci, who is watching us with growing hunger, and place my hands on Dia's knees to support myself.

Lucifer leans eagerly towards me to accept my kiss, but I knock his hands away when he reaches for me. He settles for twisting his gloved fingers into Diavolo's pants by my hands where I place them again. For a long minute, it's a desperate flurry of movement as Lucifer yields to my tongue and Diavolo's ruts turn into not-so-gentle grinding with his hands hard on my hips. I have to yank myself back from the kiss to breath and Dia halts his movements, though he does so with a desperate groan.

"Are you done with the relationship between you and I, Lucifer? And I am not talking about the sex. I ask about the emotional commitment we made to each other independent of everything between the three of us," I tell him and he almost surged in to hug me but Dia stopped him with a hand to his throat.

"She hasn't given permission for you to touch, Morningstar," Diavolo growled behind me.

Lucifer hits his knees again, his hands fisted in Dia's slacks close to where mine rest again. I lean back into Diavolo's broad chest and deny him even that closeness. His scarlet eyes flash with something like fear when he presses against Dia's hand.

"No, Lys, never," he answers and draws breath to say more but I press a finger to his lips and he stills.

"If I asked you to beg, would you?" I ask, feeling Diavolo widen our legs a little and groan softly.

Lucifer looked conflicted for a second but then nodded and felt heat rushed through me. Pride's embodiment had stood me up, but I had him on his knees now, willing to beg. I slipped a finger under his chin and rubbed his lips with my thumb. His tongue darted out to wet the digit and I slipped it into his mouth to let him suck on. I could feel Diavolo harden further beneath me.

"You're going to kill me, sweetling," Diavolo groaned with a sharp thrust that had me gasping.

"Then fuck me while I decide what we do with Luci," I ground out.

That was all the encouragement it took for Diavolo to lift me off his lap, unbuckle and free himself before he slammed my hips down to his in one sharp thrust. Stars burst behind my eyes at the slight burn of his girth stretching my cunt. Then his hands tightened on me so my hips wouldn't move and his thrusts were so long and deep that he fucked the strength out of my arms. I could only fall towards Lucifer and cling to his shoulders while I whimpered and gasped into his neck.

Diavolo didn't pause in his thrusts when I felt Lucifer move. He slapped the fallen angles hand down and growled. Then he leaned over my back and spread my legs to change the angle and was suddenly hitting that spot that had me almost screaming and then biting sharply into Luci's neck to muffle myself as I clenched down on Diavolo's cock with the force of my orgasm.

"Mine," he growled at our lover. "You left her alone, so mine until she allows your claim again."

The tears that slid down my face as he leaned back and continued to fuck me through my orgasm weren't entirely from oversensitivity. Wanted wasn't something I had felt a lot of throughout my life and this man, this demon prince, was claiming me. I could only curl my toes around his ankles and attempt to rock back into his body to be closer to him.

The taste of copper on my tongue had me squeezing and clenching on Dia's cock again and whimpering through another orgasm. Blood. Life blood, at that. I relaxed my jaw and just let myself float while he continued to use me as a fleshlight to chase his own orgasm and exhaust his stamina a little.

Heat filled my cunt as he thrust one last time and shot his seed into me. I was a whimpering mess and Luci's gasping breaths in my ear was the only grounding thing that kept me awake.

"Please," Luci breathed into my ear.

"Mmm," I hummed at him as I continued to lap at his blood, still oozing a little from the wound left by my fangs.

He shifted forward so that more of my weight rested on his chest. "Please, Lys," he continued. "I'll beg, but please let me touch you. I'm sorry. Please."

The memory of humiliation and fear rose in my chest and I growled at his words. He'd left me there with all those eyes on me in a public venue. Lucifer had forgotten me. Begging wouldn't reverse that humiliation or fear or the tears or the doubt it had caused.

"No," I told him, tears gathering.

Diavolo's warm hands slid up my stomach and gently cupped my breasts as he carefully shifted me back to lean into him. I groaned in protest of the heat but he slipped the shirt gently off me and it was a relief I hadn't realized I needed until I was gently kissing his neck. All while Dia was still rock hard in me.

Sated once for a demon wasn't the same kind of round as compared to a human, but he was kind enough to care for me and wait if I needed it. I groaned at Dia's tweaking of my nipples and sucking more bruises into my skin.

"Dia, please," I whimpered and his attentions eased except to wrap his arms around my cold breasts and continue to suck different hickeys into my neck. When he rocked into me again, his pace was gentle and slow and had me squirming in his arms as heat gently pooled in my stomach and spread until I was boneless on him.

"I love you, sweetling," he whispered into my ear as I came around his cock, squeezing and milking him through his own orgasm. His fingers were gentle as he wiped my tears away and continued to kiss me. "What do you want to do?"

Gold and scarlet gazes met and held before Luci dropped his from Diavolo's. "I'll leave if you want me to, Lys," he said quietly, moving to push himself to his feet.

My hand darted out and snatched his tie, pulling him in close for a kiss. Diavolo assisted in dragging him closer to us by grabbing a handful of his vest and pulling him flush. For a moment, Lucifer's hands fluttered at my sides before settling in Dia's hips and pressing as close as possible to us. For once, he didn't try and control the kiss as our tongues slid together with easy languidness.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted but a soft knock and a click had us pulling apart and looking over at Barbatos. "The other six avatars have arrived and are demanding to see Lyssa and Lucifer." He looked as unruffled as ever even as a blush dusted my cheeks and I was basically speared on Diavolo's cock in front of him. All three of them looked at me. Barbatos gaze held just a hint of amusement, Lucifer looked conflicted, and Diavolo just grinned at me. "Shall I pass along a message to them that you three are, shall we say, indisposed?" The amusement in his voice left me further blushing and hiding my face in Luci's neck.

"Yes, thank you, Barbatos," Diavolo said merrily. "If there is nothing more?"

"Just a reminder that you have several important meetings with outlying principalities tomorrow and paperwork that you have fallen behind on these last few days,"Barbatos said crisply and we both winced at that one. It hadn't been my intention, but I had distracted us from his work as the Devildom's prince.

My fingers slipped through Luci's hair as I considered him and frowned. I still wasn't anywhere close to being ready to forgive him but I also didn't want to go home just yet. His brothers would be barking up all sorts of trees, especially Asmo and Mammon.

There must have been something in my expression because Barbatos' next words were softened and aimed directly at me. "There is nothing today that cannot be pushed back until tomorrow, Lyssa. I will see to Lucifer's brothers and ensure that they are taken care of tonight. Reconciliation is more important to you and the Young Master at present and so should be prioritized," he said and I glanced up at him and wince back from the sympathetic gaze.

"So how far has the story traveled?" I ask, setting my chin on Lucifer's head.

"Not far at all. The employees who were present as well as some of the chattier guests have either been dealt with or bribed to keep quiet on the matter," Barbatos replied and Lucifer winced at that one. "Although, as it turns out, none of the staff would say one word of the incident until I myself spoke to them." There was a hint of amusement and pride in his voice that made me further blush. "That being said, I do believe I shall take my leave to ensure that Beel has not devoured the contents of the kitchen." The door clicked quietly shut behind him and left the three of us in silence.

"So," I said into that silence. "Barbatos and your brothers have now all seen me naked." It was difficult to keep a relationship like ours private in a house of seven rowdy brothers who all liked to burst randomly into Lucifer's room and study over little things. Diavolo's unhappy growl startled me into looking back at him. His lips were furrowed in a deep frown. "I am not moving to the palace just because my roommates lack personal space boundaries. You know they would just all follow me here. And no, that's not a good idea either. They need space to be themselves and you need to keep up some appearances."

He was actually pouting at that and I could only chuckle at his expression before laying a kiss on his jaw. Then, my gaze flickered to Lucifer again, who was watching me with an expression of mixed longing and frustration. It twinged a little at my conscience that he was still on his knees waiting for something that would set things right with us. I pushed at his shoulders and he sat back on his heels.

To Diavolo, I said, "I need to get cleaned up and Lucifer and I need to talk." I saw the excuses to accompany us brewing and added, "Alone. And you need to catch up on some of your work." The pout intensified and I laughed. "Just because Barbs gave you blanket approval for today doesn't mean you should abuse it. Just give us some space and we'll have dinner in your rooms tonight."

It wasn't so easy to extract myself from Dia's grip but I managed it and snagged the shirt he had tossed aside while he made himself presentable again. The kiss he dropped on me when I turned around was both sweet and gentle, making me lean into it until I realized what he was trying to do. I broke away with a laugh and smacked his shoulder. "I will see you in a bit, love," I told him and he smiled.

Lucifer was still kneeling where we had left him and his expression brought me up short. He was staring at Dia with unbridled jealousy? Dia must have seen the look but had chosen to ignore it.

"Luci?" I asked, holding out a hand to him.

The expression melted away as he took my fingers in his and shifted to his feet. We stared at each other for a moment before I pulled him along behind me. The walk to a guest room was quiet with nothing more than the tap of my bare feet on the marble. The servants that we passed gave us a sidelong glance but didn't even blink at the sight of Luci and I. It was an open secret among them that Diavolo and Lucifer had become involved with the "human." They also knew better than to gossip about us, lest Barbatos overhear something.

We took the first guest room we came across and Lucifer opened the door for me to enter before him. By the time he had closed it, I had bounced down onto the bed to watch his approach. What surprised me was that he knelt in front of me and settled between my legs, draping his arms over my thighs so as to touch me without actually touching me. Draping my own arms over his shoulders, I leaned into him and pressed our foreheads together.

"So, you're not done with this relationship but you still stood me up at the restaurant," I summarized for him and then kissed him into silence when he would have spoken. "Let me guess, Mammon broke into your study and Satan used that as a chance to steal your phone. Your entire calendar was deleted somehow and you spent the evening distracted by punishing your brothers."

"Levi-Levi erased the phone's contents," Lucifer said thickly. "Without knowing it was mine. Asmo was the one to remind me. He was...livid." His lips on mine were tentative and a question and he drew back when I didn't reciprocate. "I missed you by ten minutes." It wasn't an apology, but I had denied him of that earlier. "By then your phone was off and it took me too long to get anything out of the staff."

"Hours, Luci," I said mildly and the regret in his expression almost broke my anger, but not quite. "You made me feel unwanted and left me humiliated in public. If we didn't have Diavolo in this with us, I probably would have gone home, sparked a giant fight, and dumped you." I rubbed a hand across his throat, enjoying the little hitch in his breathing. "Instead, I made you and your brothers run around the Devildom for two days while I was here with Dia."

"They were all worried sick," he said distractedly.

"And I'll have a chat with them tomorrow. For now, let's focus on us, yes," I tell him.

"What...can I do to make it up to you?" he asked, pushing a little more into my space. It was like he could sense the cooling of my ire. "Let me make it up to you." His tone had dropped to sultry and he was starting to push me back into the bed, leveraging his knees under mine to usher me back. I didn't resist, but I gave him absolutely no help.

"If I say no?"

He froze, halfway to getting me to his intended destination. "Then I would ask for a chance to court you again, to show that this is not something that will happen again. To show that you can still trust me."

"And if I asked for something else to give you that chance?"

"Anything," he promised, stretching his body out along mine on the bed.

My hands on his face bring him down to kiss me and I let him get away with that...for now. "What have I said about that word?" I chide him.

He actually smiles at that, relief beginning to ease in. "To be careful of it unless we could give you the whole of the realm," he answered, the old disagreement coming easier with time. "Because one day you might actually take up that offer and we look forward to it."

"Then it's a good thing I'm not Madrigora," I tease him right back.

"If you were Maddi the Great witch, we would not have fallen for you," he stated, running his fingers over my face. His kiss is easy, then. "What would you ask in return for the chance to court you again?"

"The usual. Just promise not to use and discard me if you ever get tired of me. Don't do it again," I say and if my voice is a little tight then he chooses to overlook it with another easy kiss.

"Of course, my heart," he whispers against my skin. "I will swear it in blood if you want me to. I will never tire of you and I will never stand you up again."

I let him have his way for a little while, just touching and cuddling with kisses to reacquaint ourselves with each other. It's as I can feel his desire is awakening that I pull back with the broadest smile I have ever given him. Slipping my arms around his neck, he returns my smile without a hint of a clue as to what I am going to do next.

"Luci?"

"Hmm..."

"I never gave you permission to touch." He freezes above me and seems to do a review of the last hour. "Me giving you my hand does not imply an invitation to touch."

His shrewd look makes me laugh and I can't resist the urge to run my hands through his dark locks. "Well, my heart, what shall we do about this infraction on my part?"

I give him an amused look. "Let's start with a bath and go from there." The bath itself is a fun way to reconnect with him and he takes exaggerated care to implore my permission with every touch. By the time we were done and dressed with clothes Barbatos had somehow laid out for us, the bathroom was sopping wet with water everywhere.

When we stepped out of the room, the servants waited for all of three seconds before rushing in. The way they still wouldn't look at me had bothered me before but it didn't any more after I found out what they had tried and Barbs fierce reeducation among their ranks.

One of the succubi directed us towards the gardens that Dia was fond of and it was an easy walk as we discussed his brothers and the roles they had played. Levi was ruled innocent because it seemed like Satan had tricked Levi into the prank, thinking it would lessen guilt by association. Belphie had slept through the entire thing. Beel hadn't had anything to do with it. Asmo had attempted to fix the issue when he had learned of it and we both agreed that Mammon had been uninvolved except to break in in the first place and steal something unrelated.

It was as we approached the gardens that we first heard the soft murmur of familiar voices and then Asmo's high laugh. Barbatos was whisking away a tray of empty dishes when he caught sight of us. He gave me a chagrined look and then carried on his way.

Everyone was present and chatting happily, except Mammon and Levi, over several trays of food. Two servants flitted about here and there refilling glasses and food. One seemed intent on keeping Beel's plate full and preventing him from consuming the table, untensils, plates, glassware, or anything else of a non-consumable variety. Mammon and Satan were sitting on complete opposite sides of the table, Satan involved in his own conversation with Levi over a book. Levi kept glancing around nervously and then froze when he saw me on Lucifer's arm. Asmo kept sliding up to the second servant and getting handsy, which he didn't seem to mind and even seemed to enjoy the attention. Belphie was snoring against his twin's shoulder. Mammon's face went white when he saw us, too.

"Lys!" Mammon yelled and sprang up to half sprint at me and engulf me in a hug. He completely missed the flash of jealousy on Diavolo's face at the action.

Asmo abandoned the servant to sweep in on the hug. Beel waved happily at us and carefully did not wake his youngest brother. Everyone else just stared at us in varying degrees of fear and-in Satan's case-seething rage.

I wrapped an arm around Mammon and Asmo's necks and let them lift me off the ground. It was when Asmo went for a butt grope that I shrieked with laughter and swatted him off. At least he knew he was safe.

"Where ya been, Lys? I been worried sick about ya," Mammon muttered into my hair before releasing me.

"I've been right here," I answered him, floating over to Diavolo and kissing his forehead. The crease in his lips eased a bit as he caught my hand and kissed my palm before letting me drift away. I didn't usually flaunt my romantic relationships openly in front of them, but

"I'm sure you had a grand old fucking time while we were looking for you," Satan sneered at me.

I smiled at him. "And whose fault is that, Tantan?" I shoot back sweetly and he flinches at that. He hasn't liked me using his nickname since I became involved with his brother and his lord.

I walk towards him, opening our pact just enough that his cold, twisted wrath can leak through and touch my even colder rage. There was so much pain laced through my rage that he flinched back from me and refused to meet my eye. Instead, I leaned down to his eye level and waited for him to look at me out from under his mop of blonde hair, his lips twisted in an unhappy frown.

"No one and, I mean no one, gets to make me feel unwanted and humiliated in any capacity," I tell him.

Satan knew what I was driving at, knew what I was saying, but he chose to ignore it anyway. His smile was so stiff and fake that it hurt just to look at it. "So I guess you and Lucifer are done, then," he shot back.

"Satan!" Asmo gasps in horror and even Mammon is staring at their brother, aghast.

In answer, I smile and turn away from him, stalking towards the frowning first-born. I don't give him time to react when I seize his golden belt and pull him in close for a passionate kiss that he returns. Asmo's gasp and the click of a camera are the only sounds as I wrap an arm around Luci's neck to prolong the sensation. I let myself enjoy the kiss for a good minute and then lean back. His eyes are half lidded and roving my body hungrily. Glancing over my shoulder, I grinned at the horribly blushing Satan.

"I guess not," I said.

"Do that again," Asmo says happily.

"No, Asmo," I return. "I think once made my point."

"Oh, yes, it made a point for me that I'll thoroughly enjoy later," he said with a wink. "And several other points, if you catch my drift." He subtly nodded at Diavolo who was studying us in a way that made me suddenly self-conscious.

"Yes, well. You'll be deleting that photo, Asmo," Lucifer cut in. "Hand your phone over so that I am sure it's gone."

Asmo clutched his phone protectively. "No! I never get any good photos of you and that was perfect!" Lucifer growled and stalked off after his brother when Asmo took off.

Satan was silent after that, his angry gaze tracking my every move. Diavolo let me float around between the other four brothers for a while, soothing and cajoling them in each their own way. I could see Mammon thinking he had gotten away with everything as he became more relaxed and animated through the meal. The demonus was eventually brought out and a disgruntled Asmo and Luci returned. Diavolo snagged my waist and pulled me into his lap and all chatter ceased for a moment, even the servants. Then Asmo started admonishing Lucifer for taking out a chunk of his photos instead of just the one.

The servants nervously glanced at each other and then returned to their respective tasks. Beel continued to shovel food into his mouth and Belphie was still asleep. Satan turned an interesting shade of magenta. Levi continued on pestering Mammon about Grimm he was owed.

"Feeling possessive?" I teased Dia quietly.

"Jealous," he admitted, pressing a kiss to my neck.

We didn't usually advertise the relationship even if it was an open secret among the brothers and palace servants. "Why?" I asked him, trailing a hand through auburn locks.

He looked conflicted for a second and then gave me his public smile and I almost smacked him. I hate that smile, the look of genial mirth in which no one could ever penetrate deep enough to find the demon below. It was his lonely smile.

"You came to me but you go home with them in the morning," he said lightly. "It's been nice having you here the last two days."

Ah.

And suddenly, reading his behavior is so much easier from today. He's struggling with the idea that I am abandoning him after getting a taste of something that he wanted. Luci comes when called for dinner and evening activities but I chose to run to him during a potential relationship ending screw up on Luci's part and now the problem has been more or less resolved. I chose and I stayed and now it's bringing up some of his issues with abandonment now that I leave in the morning again.

"Not yet, Diavolo," I murmured to him. "You can't just end thousands of years of society and not see bloodshed and war. You're doing this the right way if you want a demon male consort and female, non-demon consort and do what is right for your people." I placed a lingering kiss on his temple as he pressed an ear over my heart.

The servants were looking at us again and I frowned at them until they ducked their heads and went about their duties again. I made no mention of the odd behavior again as Diavolo continued to hold me close. It was Mammon's eye that I caught and nodded towards Asmo when he kept making passes at the receptive servant. There was simply something I hadn't liked about those interactions and it was better safe than sorry. Meanwhile the others continued to wind down and Luci had a few glasses of demonus to be completely relaxed and Dia did the same, becoming progressively more handsy with me under the table. It's when I intercepted Dia's hands again on my knee that Barbatos appeared with what looked like night caps for everyone.

Beel was watching me closely as he kept an eye on Belphie and Levi, keeping the latter from tipping over into his own food. Asmo had vanished a bit ago to find a different bed partner with Mammon hot on his tail and Satan...was still watching us from where he was slumped in his own little corner. Diavolo noticed the intent of Satan's gaze and set his chin in my shoulder. Satan turned a bright red under his lord's sudden regard but refused to drop his gaze.

Diavolo's smirk catches me off guard as does the sudden way that he grips the top of my thigh under my dress. His possessive kiss and the slide of his fingers into my core have me gasping against him when his thumb gently circles my clit. His other hand settles on my hip and keeps me from bucking into the feeling and all I can do is grip his dress shirt as he fucks me hard on those fingers. The sudden stop has me clenching on him and whining.

"Mine," he rasps at me and I try for a kiss that he denies me. "Say it and I'll make you cum."

"Yours," I snarl and then scream as he plunges his fingers in again and grinds down on my clit. The smirk he directs over my shoulder makes me growl. Putting me on display for his own amusement and to stake his claim? Fine. I grip his wrist when he makes to pull back. It's satisfying to watch the smirk turn to shock when I move to straddle his hips with his hand still inside me. "Again. And do it right. Make me fucking scream it so everyone knows."

I feel his dick start to harden in his pants under me. "Out," he starts to command everyone but his words end with a moan when I capture his lips and slide my tongue into his mouth. I'm fucking his mouth like that when Asmo comes running back to the gardens and then stops and full on stares.

"Again," I demand with a snarl.

"Lys," Lucifer starts forward and then pauses under my look.

"Consequences, Lucifer," I rasp and he blushes when I fuck myself on Diavolo's fingers. To Diavolo, I say, "Again or you can fuck this fist for a month by yourself."

He rocks his fingers out of me for a moment and I release his wrist. Four fingers slide back into me and I'm arching into the feeling with a low moan. His other hand finds my breast and he squeezes possessively. "Mine," he rasps out, thrusting his fingers and circling his thumb on my clit. "Scream it and I'll maybe let you cum."

"Make me," I grunt and he's smirking again. My stomach drops at that look.

His pace then is relentless and hard, his fingers hitting my g-spot and making me gasp. "Say it," he demands, stopping suddenly and making me curl into him with a whimper. His thumb lifts and I'm screaming "Yours" in a desperate chant. His free hand slides to my hip and stops the little rocking I'd been doing. "Beg."

Frustration wells up in me as I try and continue to rock, but his hand is a solid weight against my skin. "Please, please, please." The last word is almost a scream.

"No," he says with an easy smile and I slump into him with a sob. My hands claw at his jacket when he gently teases my clit again.

"Dia, please," I cry at him but his lips seal over mine, muffling my words.

Hands smooth down my back and settle on my shoulders, then Lucifer is leaning into my back, trapping me between them. "Games are all well and good, but I believe a more private venue is in order for the rest of this evening," he breathes into my neck, his hardened cock pressed flush to my ass.

I moan around the tongue leisurely exploring my mouth. Tears well up as the fingers slip out of me and are then held up Luci. Crimson eyes meet mine briefly before Lucifer takes Diavolo's wrist and wraps his tongue around the first digit.

Diavolo leaned back, still smiling and I suddenly knew what he was going to say. I dropped my head to his shoulder and moaned as he said it.

"She started it here and she'll finish here." The smile in his velvety voice was genuine, as was the lust that sent shivers up my spine. "You cannot tell me you've never wanted the chance to claim her in front of your brothers."

I knew better than to argue with him, I really, really did, but... "You started this, Dia," I muttered at him and he laughed low in his throat.

"I was content to let you finish after the first time. You started this," Diavolo replied, rolling his hips into my slick core and dragging his clothed cock against me. Heat pushes me up and almost...

"Dia," I scream in frustration, balling my hands into a fist and hitting his shoulder.

His golden eyes danced merrily as pulled Lucifer's hand to my waist. "Yes, sweetling?" He asks innocently.

"Please," I return quietly.

He looked like he was thinking it over but Luci was tracing my sides like he was contemplating ripping the dress off my body. "There is a way for you to end this," Diavolo says, his eyes flickering up and then around.

"No pacts," I say automatically and he pursed his lips as he looked back to me. "Fuck me in front of them if you like, but I won't order them to do anything." His eyes flickered between Luci and I for a long moment.

"Are you sure?" He asks and I scowl at him.

"Do you want me to safeword out?" I snarl and his gaze softens.

"No, sweetling. It was just a thought," he says, cupping my cheek and kissing me. It was a sweet thing that turned into a gasp when Luci shifted my dress up a few inches.

The touch of leather gloves on my hips has me moaning into the kiss and trying to wriggle back and forth to find friction, but I was still trapped between them and Diavolo's hands kept me anchored in his lap. Diavolo looks up at Luci and apparently got what he needed because he sat back and released my waist, only to have Lucifer's hands take his place and lift me into his chest just enough that Diavolo could undo his belt and work himself free of his boxers. The long, thick shaft had me clenching in anticipation of the coming pounding.

Like this afternoon, Diavolo took my hips and pushed into me in one long thrust, leaving us both moaning at the stretch of him in me. I sink my teeth into Diavolo's neck and he makes a low noise at the feeling of it. Dia's hands hold me flush to his hips as his eyes dart up again before Luci steps away from us for a moment.

"Think you can handle us both?" Lucifer asks me softly, biting the finger of his glove and pulling it off to toss it somewhere out of my sight. His cool finger sliding into my ass has me clenching down hard on them.

"Lucifer," Diavolo moans out. "Keep doing that and I won't last."

"Oh?" Luci asks and I can hear his smirk as he thrusts another in.

Stars are popping in front of my eyes and I tense up further, tears starting to fall. Releasing my teeth from his neck, I plead, "Dia. Please. I need to cum, want to."

He rocks his hips up a little, just rutting into me without enough friction. It has me panting and sinking claws into his jacket with a frustrated gasp. "Relax, sweetling," he chuckles. "Keep begging and you might get to cum before we're finished with you."

So I do until I'm almost babbling as Lucifer continues to work me open with my own slick for lube and Diavolo continues his little ruts. Asmo is the only one that dares to creep around into my sight. It's his blue gaze and the light dusting of a blush over his cheeks that finally reminds me of the other Avatars.

The words die in my throat as embarrassment rears up. Looking away, I bite down onto the tendon of Diavolo's neck and startle a sharp gasp out of him. Hot seed fills me and he pauses in his motions at the same time as Lucifer.

"Now, Lucifer," Diavolo growls and pulls himself out just to slam me back down on himself. Pleasure makes my eyes roll up and give a strangled sob against Dia's neck as a second cockhead pushes slowly at the muscles of my ass.

"Hold her steady," Luci chides our lover.

Strong hands grip my ass and part me for Lucifer as he eases in, taking his time to let me clench and unclench around them. He rocks out and then a little further in each time until he is balls deep inside me, stuffing me full with both cocks.

Tears are flowing freely as I struggle with the burn and ache between them. I'm limp when Diavolo starts thrusting and then Luci joins him, jostling me between their bodies like a living doll. My teeth remain tight in Dia's neck, making my jaw ache and all I can do is whimper.

Luci runs a hand through my hair and then fists his fingers in my locks, yanking my head back sharply. No longer muffled, my moans and screams echo through the garden. His free hand slides down my stomach to my clit and he flicks it, making me scream and plunge over the edge. They continue to fuck me through the orgasm at a brutal pace and then continue to chase their own pleasure.

Lucifer keeps me on a tight edge between the pleasure and pain of multiple orgasms, expertly playing my body and keeping me boneless against his chest. Diavolo kept my thighs tight to his and my ankles propped on his knees so he could change the angle of their thrusts with his hips. My hands rest on Luci's shoulders behind me and weakly grip at his jacket when they hit my g-spot.

At some point, the dress is ripped off and Luci continues his torment of my breasts free of the cloth. They both spill their seed numerous times until they're fucking into me and pushing slick and semen down my thighs and onto their slacks. It keeps going like that until Diavolo pushes up from the chair and uses his hips to maneuver Lucifer into stepping back against the table and traps me firmly between their chests. My bare feet brush the ground and I groan at the cold.

Diavolo's warm hands cup my face and he gently peppers my cheeks and forehead with soft kisses. "You've done so well for us, sweetling," he says, his eyes darting over my shoulder to Luci. "Just a little longer and you can rest." Louder, he growls at the other avatars, "Leave. Now."

Levi is watching us with wide eyes and a hand over his mouth, but at Diavolo's words he's gone faster than a hunted rabbit. Belphie is draped over Beel's shoulder and the other four reluctantly and slowly drag themselves out of the garden. Beel's reluctance comes from his protective, backwards glanced at me and only stops when I drape myself over Diavolo's shoulder to wave weakly at them. Asmo lingers by the palace door until Mammon grabs him by the scruff and physically drags the Avatar of Lust away with one last worried look at me. It's Satan who stubbornly remains seated, though I can't actually see him.

"I can take care of Lyssa if you're done with her," Satan grinds out.

Very clearly still aroused and both still tucked inside of me, they were not done with sex for the evening, with or without me. Exhaustion might be making me hang limply between them, but I was not going to let Satan touch me like this. That would be one boundary too many crossed for me today.

A growl rumbles up from Diavolo and Lucifer's chests and vibrates through mine. Luci's hands tighten possessively on my hips.

"Leave," Diavolo reiterates.

"Do not make more trouble for yourself, Satan," Luci warns quietly.

Stupidly, I can hear his footsteps approach. Diavolo bursts into his demon form, making me groan at the way he stretches me out that much further. If I hadn't been holding onto him, he would have attacked Satan. As it was, I tucked my head under his chin and looked at the usually intelligent Avatar of Wrath. The look that he gave me was one mixed of despair, desire, and longing.

"You want to leave with me, don't you, Lys?" Satan asks, stopping just outside of Lucifer's striking range.

Luci was watching me with more patience than I had and very carefully trying to control the temper I could see in his eyes so as not to transform as well. Diavolo's wings curled around us protectively but I could still see Satan's blue eyes trying to plead with me. He took a single step towards us, raising a hand, and I snarled weakly at him.

My wings unVeiled and threaded gently through the gap of Diavolo's and I placed a clawed hand possessively on Luci's. "Mine," I growl. "G'way, Tantan." The draconic features Veil again at Satan's pained look before he retreats without another word.

Lucifer is looking at me with a surprising softness after the rough treatment. Diavolo kisses my head and says, "I love you, too, sweetling."

And they are still fucking hard inside of me. The thought of another round has me whimpering with a little fear. "Please," I half sob into Dia's mantle. "No more. Please, Dia."

Too late, I realize I shouldn't have tried begging again. Luci and Dia both groan and I give an actual sob, clutching at Diavolo's chains as he pushes me harder into Luci's body. "One more, sweetheart," he murmurs into my hair, thumbs wiping away my tears. "You have one more, don't you? You do." Luci begins to suck a new mark into my neck as Dia pulls out and starts to rock his hips again.

"Marigold," I sob out and they instantly shift gears. "Marigold." Their hands are gentle at the safeword and disentangle our bodies. It's a relief when they pull out of me but leaves me achingly empty.

Lucifer steps from behind me and Diavolo hoists me onto the cold table. Dazed, I let the clean me up as best they can in the garden and then Diavolo carries me because I refuse to let go of his chains. Lucifer goes ahead of us to make sure the way is clear and at some point, I drift off.

Later, I come to in a warm bath with Diavolo's chest to my back and Luci sitting on the other end of the bath. He's gently rubbing the sole of my right food and working his way up the calf while Dia keeps me from accidentally drowning. His touch is so gentle against the aches across my whole body that I groan and then cough at the rawness of my throat. A glass of water appears before I can ask and Dia holds it for me as I sip on it.

Diavolo sets the glass aside and kisses the top of my head. "Hi," I manage to Luci, who had been watching carefully.

"Hi," he returns softly with a smile.

Rolling my head back, I meet Diavolo's pleased gaze. "Hello, sweetheart," he murmurs.

"That was...intense," I croak.

"You lasted longer than I thought," he replies. "Thank you." He shifts and I eye him warily and his chest rumbles with a deep laugh. "We're re done with you for tonight, promise."

"Feeling better?"

His smile is cat-like and lazy. "Much. I doubt Satan will try anything like this again," he says and Lucifer pauses in his massage of my left calf.

I look at him and find an expression of mild regret and chagrine on his face. "I am sorry, my heart. I shouldn't have let my brothers distract me in the first place. It was...unwise...of me to neglect you. Will you forgive me?"

My throat is still raw but I open my arms to him in response. He carefully crawls between my legs and hugs me tightly to his chest. The rest of the bath is quiet as he returns to his massage of my body. I drift in and out as Luci and Dia discuss small matters they would need to review the next day and I wake to Diavolo's gentle fingers in my hair as he massages the conditioner into my scalp.

Lucifer is elsewhere.

I glance questioningly up at Dia and then look pointedly around the bathroom before back at him. He smiles and kisses my head again. "I asked him to get some things ready for us," he says, helping me to rinse my hair out. "We might be done with you for tonight, but I am hardly through with him. Do you want to watch or rest? Or we can just cuddle for the rest of the night."

The idea of watching sent a thrill of arousal through me but made me wince at the throb of aches that it also set off. Still, it wasn't often that Luci allowed Dia to indulge in their stamina and not something I wanted to miss.

"Watch," I say firmly and his deep laugh sends water cascading over the edge of the tub.

After I am dry and bundled into a large robe, Dia carries me out to his bedroom where Luci is waiting for us. He's dressed in only a low hanging pair of slacks that leaves hardly anything to the imagination where they taper down at the v of his hips. He watches us with a hint of nervousness as Dia settles me on the couch and takes care to wrap me in a blanket and ensure I have access to plenty of water and honey that Barb had dropped off.

When Dia is satisfied that I am comfortable, he finally turns to Lucifer and lets his gaze track hungrily down our lovers body. Lucifer's cheeks dust with a bit of color and I realize he's going to sub tonight for Dia. Oh! An even rarer occurrence since he hardly ever gives up control.

"Knees, Morningstar," Dia croons and Luci slowly goes down, eyes flickering between us. Dia tugs the towel from his hips and drops it as he walks to Lucifer, his shaft already visibly hardening. Taking his face in his hands, Dia continues, "Do you want to explain to her or shall I?"

Luci glances at me and the blush is in full effect. "Diavolo believes that you are being too lenient with me and wishes to see to my punishment," he explains. "With your input."

Both of them are watching me now and, oh, wow. Talk about feeling wanted. "Y-yeah," I stammer. "That sounds good. Um...how?"

"Since I like making excuses, Diavolo will have me make better use of my mouth...on him," Luci explains with the blush beginning to creep down his chest. After that, he glances at Diavolo, who is smiling that smile again.

"At first, then we'll have to see what interests you," Diavolo finishes for him. "But I wanted to ask you to make an exception to your no using your pact without an emergency." He lazily pumps a hand along his cock and smirks as I watch the motion. "Will you place an order on Luci to only cum when you command him for the next twelve hours?"

My eyebrows shoot up at the timeframe. "Twelve hours?" I repeat.

"My suggestion, Lys," Luci says quietly. "I would like your commands tonight, to ensure your words are thoroughly engraved in my memory."

Well, then...ok. Drawing on our pact is almost as easy as breathing and opening it between us allows a wave of love and regret to wash through me. "Lucifer, you will cum only when I command it for the next twelve hours." The command stretched between us like a physical caress and the pact slipped down to an unconscious link again, there but not.

Lucifer made a noise when Diavolo gripped his hair in one hand and pressed the head of his cock to Luci's lips with the other. His hands flew to Diavolo's hips as Dia fed him his cock and forced his jaw to accept the girth.

"Fuck, yes," Dia pants when Luci's throat bulges and his balls met his chin. "So good." Without giving him time to adjust, Dia took his fistful of hair and drew himself back to thrust forward. Luci made a choking sound at the fast intrusion but could only swallow at Diavolo's brutal pace of bobbing our lover's head and thrusting his own hips.

Diavolo's gaze is half lidded as he continues to use Luci's mouth without cease until he jerks his hips one last time and held Luci to him with a low moan. His head rolls back as his abdomen muscles ripple as he shoots his load in Lucifer's throat, making the former angel dig his nails into Dia's hips as he struggles to swallow around the cock.

The heated, golden gaze turns to me and I feel flush again. "Again," I order and he smiles beautifully.

Tears are streaming down Lucifer's face by the time Dia cums a third time in his mouth and spit and semen are dribbling down his chin. Diavolo pauses again and looks at me. "Sweetling?" He asks, voice breathy.

I watch Luci's gaze dart to me as his fingers flex hard on Dia's hips with the effort of not pulling himself off Diavolo's cock. His chest heaves as he inhales deeply through his nose. "Ease up, Dia," I say and Diavolo releases the former angel, who jerks back to wheeze and cough.

"Quite the mess you've made, Luci," Diavolo chuckles. "Clean it up." Diavolo's hand is gentle on Luci's head as he guides our lover's face to his still hardened shaft again. Lucifer catches his glare and instead glances at me before complying, licking and sucking at Dia teasingly until the larger demon is moaning and has to jerk Lucifer off himself. He strokes himself and then pinches his fingers at the base of his shaft to prevent from spilling another load. "Should I cum all over that pretty face of yours or start fucking your tight ass?"

Lucifer makes a low noise in his throat and my blush deepens with Dia's filthy words. Usually he doesn't do this, but I guess he's in the right mood for it.

"Luci?" I prompt in his silence. "Will you continue to try and make excuses about what happened?"

He gives me a wide-eyed look. "N-no," he coughs. "I-"

Diavolo's hand yanking his head back with a fistful of hair cuts off his words and the dick rammed into his mouth again has him coughing and choking on it. He's face fucked again at a brutal pace and Diavolo groans loudly when he cums. "Don't speak unless it is to beg or answer our questions," Dia orders him, rutting his hips a little and continuing to choke Luci on his cock. "Understood?"

Luci coughs again when Diavolo yanks him back. "Y-yes," he manages.

"Yes, what?" Diavolo demands.

"Yes, my lord," Lucifer says softly.

The demon lord gives our lover a long look before he drags him up by the hair and wraps an arm around his waist, bringing them flush together for a kiss. Luci fights for control for a second but a sharp tug to his slacks and even sharper slap to his ass has him gasping and lets Dia take over again. The handprint is bright red against his light skin and my gaze lingers on it for a moment.

"Luci, Dia," I call softly and they break apart to look at me. "How did that make you feel?"

Diavolo frowns at me in confusion but Lucifer turns an even brighter shade of red. "Shocked," he murmurs.

"And?"

Diavolo gives the former angel a thoughtful look as his hands slip back to Luci's ass and start to knead the flesh. Luci gasps and bucks his hips at the touch, grinding his own shift into Dia's stomach.

"And?" Diavolo prompts again.

Lucifer struggles visibly with himself and Diavolo slaps his ass again. Then again and again until Luci is bucking against him to try and escape the blows.

"Cum for me, Lucifer," I order as Dia lands another slap and Lucifer gives a sob as his seed spills onto their stomachs and clings to Diavolo's shoulders.

"Please," he says, but Dia grins at the reaction.

Golden eyes flicker to me and I can read the mischief in them. "Couch or bed, sweetling?" he asks and Lucifer buries his face in Dia's neck with a strangled moan.

I consider the mischief. "Couch. I want to touch the both of you," I answer and Diavolo's smile turns into a smirk.

Lucifer puts up a small resistance as Dia manhandles him to the couch and turns him around by the couch arm. Diavolo lets him stand for a minute so that I can admire Lucifer's body and the long, slender cock that is still hard. Sweat is starting to sheen across their skin and I can smell the sex on their skin as I crawl towards them. Hazy, scarlet eyes track my movements and he shivers at the first touch of fingers on his stomach. I wince when I try and sit up on my heels.

"Sit," Diavolo orders me and I fall back onto my ass. To Luci, he says, "Bend over." He does so with a hesitant glance over his shoulder and then at me. I scoot forward until I can catch his lips before he fully settles onto the arm rest. Diavolo presses a hand to the small of his back and he breaks the kiss to settle his hips over the swell of the arm rest with his head in my lap and one arm looped around my waist.

"Beautiful," Diavolo murmurs, his eyes raking across our bodies. "How are you feeling, sweetling?"

"Sore," I answer him, threading my fingers through dark locks. "Better but still sore."

Lucifer slides his free hand into my robe and I let him open it enough to have skin contact with me. "I'm sorry, Lys," he murmurs and then yelps when Diavolo slaps his ass sharply.

"Since you can't follow directions, we'll continue your spanking and you will count to fifty. One miscount and we continue until my hand gets tired or Lys believes you have learned your lesson," Diavolo cheerfully informs the fallen angel. "Understood?"

His grip on my hips tightens a little and, with a small whimper, says, "Yes, my lord."

Except Dia doesn't start right away. Instead, he slips a finger into Luci's ass and has him squirming in pleasure. "Cum for me, Luci," I whisper to him and he moans with the orgasm.

Diavolo's hand cracks across his ass then and Lucifer shouts. The demon lord pauses for a second and Lucifer drags the first count out somehow. After that, Diavolo is relentless in the spanks that he delivers, varying the rate and strength at which each were delivered, but Luci somehow manages to keep the count until thirty-five. Diavolo looks at me and smiles, his question silent.

"Cum for me, my love," I whisper again and Lucifer gives a broken moan at the orgasm and Diavolo's sudden intrusion. "Again." And he does, clenching down on Diavolo's fingers. "Again." He cums with a small sob and Diavolo glances at me. "Again."

"Lys, please," Lucifer moans. "I am sorry. Please. Not again. Not again."

"Cum for me," I murmur and he presses his face into my stomach with a strangled scream.

Diavolo is staring at me hungrily, all movements ceased. Then, he removes his fingers and smooths a hand across Luci's reddened skin. He keeps eye contact with me as he slaps Luci's ass again.

"T-thirty-five!" Luci half screams into my stomach and Diavolo smiles. "N-no! That wasn't a miscount. It was..." he struggles for the right words as he realizes his mistake "...a recount!"

"It sounded like a miss to me," Diavolo muses to me, continuing to work Luci open on his fingers. "What do you think, Lys?"

Lucifer tightens his hold on me to an almost painful degree and his back tremble under my touch. I knead the meat of his shoulders and answer, "I think... that's enough...for now."

Diavolo pouts at that but doesn't argue as he pulls back from Luci and then helps the other demon to find his feet and collapse beside me with his face in my stomach again. I watch Diavolo re-emerge from the bathroom a moment later and watch as he cleans Luci with a warm rag.

"You're very...intense tonight, Dia," I say, coaxing Lucifer to drink some water. My eyes trail over Diavolo's still half-hard member and then glance back at him. "Are you still jealous?"

He avoids eye contact with me then as he tucks a blanket around me and Lucifer. "Yes," he says finally.

"Of what?" I ask, reaching a hand for him.

He twines our fingers for a moment and just stares at them. "You seem to love Lucifer more," he admits softly. "And he's able to spend more time with you than I can, which means your bond is stronger over time. If he hadn't stood you up, I never would have had this chance." He follows the tug of my hand and lets me put his hand on my cheek.

"Our relationships are fundamentally different, Dia," I sigh. "I don't love Luci more or less than you, just differently." I kiss his palm and he sits down at my back and wraps his other arm around my waist.

"You forgave him so easily when you would have made me beg much longer."

I hesitate and search his golden eyes for sadness or anger, but there was nothing. Masking his emotions, then. "You're right, but you're also wrong," I admit and he shifts us so that he can see my face. "I expect the two of you to learn from each other's mistakes the way I learn from yours and Luci's with each other. If you stand me up on one of our dates in the future, so I would make you work harder to win me back. The same goes for Luci going forward." My look turns shy and I blush again. "And besides, you can't tell me that you didn't have fun making him beg with me. I'm positive Luci would have as much fun if or when your positions were reversed."

Diavolo smiles at that and we both look at Luci's sleeping form. "Too true," he murmurs and lets me lean into his side.

The silence that envelopes us after that is a comfortable one and Dia plays with my hair as we chat idly and wait for Lucifer to recover some more. The topics aren't important, but spending this time with them like this is and I can practically feel Diavolo relaxing out of his jealousy.

"What are you going to do about Satan?" Dia asks abruptly.

"What about him?"

"He wants you."

I wait a beat before asking, "And?"

"As much as I want you."

I give him a confused look. "How is that my problem? I've rejected him three times, including tonight, Diavolo. How much clearer can I be without starting a literal fight? He'll get over me or he won't and that's his problem." His expression twists and I sigh. "Satan is my housemate, not a friend at the moment. He's too fixated on Luci and I's relationship for anything to be healthy between us so I keep my distance and let Luci deal with him. Occasionally, like tonight I have to step in and do something but that's the extent of my involvement."

"Maybe I should step in," he mutters to himself.

"No," I say firmly and he scowls. "I allowed you your little show tonight in front of your avatars because I knew it would either drive Satan to do something stupid or it would reinforce that I would never be with him. Either way, leave it alone or tonight will look like icing on a cake."

"Tonight was not icing on a cake," Luci mumbles from my lap and our attention shifts to him. "Is it over?"

Sharing a glance with Diavolo, I ask, "How do you feel?"

"I will feel better knowing that the both of you have fully forgiven my transgression," he murmurs, laying a hand on Dia's thigh and squeezing my waist.

"You are," Dia and I agree at the same time and then share a smile.

"Thank hell," Luci mumbles.

"Unless you have a second round in you tonight?" I tease. Crimson eyes glare at me and golden eyes stare hopefully. "We still have about ten hours left to that command."

Lucifer just moans weakly and buries his head in my stomach, making me and Diavolo both laugh. "I may not be able to walk tomorrow as it stands," he complains and sends us into another fit of laughter.

Diavolo eventually took us to his bed where we cuddled and enjoyed the post-sex endorphins. We chatted about small things we needed to do the next day and eventually drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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The Club of the Unseen and Obscene, Part 2

Welcome, obscene one. This meant to be filth, so read at your own discretion.

This title is part of a series I'm doing where Altaira will be paired with various demons. The introduction will be the same, but her new partner will change. I won't put who it is here, but if you want to be sure it's a character you want to read, it'll be in the tags below. Maybe see if you can guess who it is based on the beginning!

Pairing: ? x oc! Altaira

Written in third person POV

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Dom, sub, switch dynamics. Bondage straps. Handcuffs. Spreader bar. Minimal spanking. Safe word established. Oral m! and f! receiving. Unprotected sex. Edging. Slight degredation. piv sex. Degredation. Light choking. Creampie.

Themes: Sex club. Slight angst but short-lived. BDSM.

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Part 1

"Hmm," Altaira murmured, examining a matte black envelope in her hands. It was addressed to her at the House of Lamentation, so she took it with her to her bedroom. Flipping it over, it said, "From The Unseen and Obscene."

Curious and slightly concerned, she used her nail to slide under the lip of the envelope near the top edge and slid it across to slice it open. She then fished out a black holographic card with black sparkling lace details along the edges. It was blank until she took a good look at the card as words began to appear.

"It has come to our attention that you are of beautiful prestige and exotic in your humanness. We here at the Club of the Unseen and Obscene wish to invite you to our wonderland of renowned pleasure. We eagerly await your response. Come at your earliest convenience on the night of the next full moon for your acceptance."

An address then appeared across the bottom of the card, and quickly, she took a picture. Rightfully so, because the words began to disappear again. She flipped it over and just saw the words in a beautiful script, "Seeing is obscene, angelic one."

Altaira walked over to her dresser and slid the card under her folded undergarments. She walked back over to her bedside to sit and do a web search for the club the card mentioned. After some reading, she found that the address was listed under a business in creating spots for online dates to meet up.

Immediately, she switched over to texting Asmodeus.

Altaira: Asmo.

Asmo: Yes, kitten?

Altaira: Club of the Unseen and Obscene, have you heard of it?

Asmo: ...

Within eight seconds, there was a knock on her door, and before she could answer, Asmo walked in and locked it behind him. He had a serious look on his face.

"Show me," Asmo demanded, his hand held out. She found the photo in her phone and showed it to the demon. He looked it over, and his eyes widened.

"What?"

"This... Well, it's a prestigious honor, to be sure. But, uh... I don't think it's your speed, honey," Asmo admitted.

"What is it?"

"It's hard to explain because every experience is different. A group of lust demons own the club, and every set of guests has an entirely different experience. How it works is that they send out invites to those they deem "worthy" of attending their "parties." Those who receive certain invites for a particular week will experience something no other group gets to see," Asmo replied, handing her phone back.

"Have you been?" She asked quietly.

"I have, just once. That's all anyone is allotted is a one-time entry," Asmo answered, sitting on the edge of her bed. She joined him as well.

"What was your experience like?" She pressed.

"That's another thing; we're not allowed to talk about it. What happens in the club stays in the club," he answered vaguely.

"Should I go?" Altaira then looked down at her feet, feeling confused and unsure of herself.

"There's no harm in going– well, I take that back. You are human, so there's always harm here. But I will take you there and ensure they won't do anything to you," Asmo offered. "And you can always back out at any time. They have a strict consent policy, and that consent may be withdrawn at any point in the experience."

She then nodded and looked askance, feeling nervous.

"Okay. I'll go."

Altaira's eyes snapped back at her shoes as they walked. Asmo had dropped her off and she followed the demon who welcomed her at the front desk. Finally, they stopped at another door just ahead of the demon, who then turned and stepped back.

"I believe your other half is already here. Have fun, and welcome to the Club of the Unseen and Obscene, angelic one," the demon announced with a bow.

"Who is it? There's more? Or just one?" She asked timidly. "And what are we doing? I'd like some explanation first."

"I cannot give away such secrets, little angel. Just know we have curated an experience that you've dreamt of, and you will lack nothing when you're inside," the demon replied. "And that of who is already is inside has the same desires, and therefore you are part of their experience as well, just as they are yours."

Suddenly, the demon turned away and walked off down the hallway, eventually disappearing in the darkness.

Altaira stared at the doorknob for a few seconds before grabbing it and turning it, keeping her eyes on the floor. She walked in and closed the door, keeping her back to the rest of the room as she laid her head against the door, unsure of whatever was about to happen.

"It seems quiet tonight," Mammon mused out of boredom from his seat in the common room. Satan looked up from his book.

"I suppose so," he replied.

"I'm gonna go bug Altaira," Mammon announced, sitting up to leave. Just then, Asmo walked by and stopped in the entryway, looking at his nails.

"I'm afraid she's out for the night," the fifth born stated.

"Out? For the night? Where?" Mammon asked in an offensive tone.

"She received her invitation to the Club of the Unseen and Obscene," Asmo informed him.

Satan's brows shot up. "The sex club you and Solomon went to all those decades ago? Why her? I didn't think they let in non-magic humans."

"Sex club? That one owned by the Libidine Group?" Belphie asked, suddenly waking up in the corner of the room. "And Altaira's there? I didn't think she'd go to something like that."

"I bribed the attendant into telling me who the other invitees were. She'll be just fine," Asmo purred with a sadistic smile.

"I don't want to know," Satan rolled his eyes, returning to his book.

"Well, I do! What if they hurt her! I'm going over there," Mammon snapped, shooting to his feet and dashing out of the House.

"He'll regret that," Asmo mused, walking back to his bedroom to retire.

After taking a few deep breaths, Altaira looked up and over her shoulder at the room she entered. The walls were black, hardwood floors black, and a giant Alaskan King bed in the center with white silk sheets, lots of blankets and pillows, and crimson rose petals scattered around the bed on the floor. The center of the room where the bed was seemed to be illuminated the most, with the corners of the room so dark she couldn't see much else.

She eventually left the door to walk across the room. Stopping short of the foot of the bed, she looked down, dusting her fingers across the pearly white sheets. There were two long bedside tables, one on each side of the bed.

"Welcome, angelic ones. We are honored to have you join us. Tonight, we have curated an experience we think will be up to your... preferences. Your desires shall be made seen, and your kinks will be... obscene. Everything and anything you should need for the night will be located in the side tables or along the walls. Should there be any emergency or need to stop, simply hit the red button next to the door. And, good night, you two."

The voice was one she hadn't heard before, and she was too busy trying to think of who could've said it to hear someone walk up behind her.

"So you are the angel I was paired with. I can't say I'm disappointed," a deep melodic voice purred in her ear.

She froze then, eyes wide and heart pounding. Surely he wasn't invited as well? Or certainly he wouldn't accept? She thought this would be beneath him, or that at least, she was beneath him. With his name on her lips, she whispered,

"... Lucifer."

"A smart guess," Lucifer mused. She slowly turned and cranked her head back to look up at the demon, standing there in his casual clothes, sans overcoat. He studied her facial expression, trying to decipher if she was happy to see him or not.

"I'm surprised," she replied neutrally. "I thought this would be beneath you."

"Ordinarily it is, but I was curious to know who the owners thought they could dare to pair with me," he replied arrogantly. Her left brow just barely twitched, something he knew to be indicating of her displeasure. His face and tone softened finally. "Anyone else and I would have left by now."

"Right," she mumbled, turning away. His own brow twitched with curiosity, wishing he could pry her open to know what that one word truly meant. "Well, I'm still not sure what it is we are supposed to be doing here. No one will really explain it to me."

"It can be whatever we like, Altaira," he stated quietly. "Why don't we sit?" He suggested. She nodded and turned to sit back onto the edge of the bed, scooting back a little to let her legs dangle off the edge. He sat next to her, his shoulder just mere inches away from hers. The Avatar observed her body posture, noting that she was clearly nervous, unsure, and confused.

"I suppose it would be nice to get to know you better," she finally stated. It was a start, in his mind, at least.

"Indeed. What would you like to know?" He asked quietly, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his cuffs to roll the sleeves up around his elbows.

"Why me? You said anyone else, and you'd've left," she inquired.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked condescendingly, looking down at her. She looked up at him and shook her head. "I'm interested in you," he answered.

She stood up and grumbled, "I thought you said you'd never stoop so low as to be interested in a human."

He snatched her wrist before she could walk away. "That was before I got to know you, before you lived with us for as long as you have. You've been a gift to my brothers... and me."

She turned and looked down at where he held her, thinking about her next action.

"Don't go," he murmured, watching for her reaction.

He kept holding her wrist as she fully faced him and stepped closer, stopping between his knees.

"What do you want from me?"

He then brought her hand up, turning her wrist over so his lips brushed her knuckles.

"Whatever you'll allow me to have," he answered.

"And you want me? Like, want me?"

"More than anything I've ever wanted in my many millennia of existence," he answered again.

Her gaze finally softened then, her body relaxing and losing its rigid posture. He took the opportunity to pull her in closer, and instinctively, her hands landed on his shoulders as he barely looked up at her. The height difference from him sitting and her standing wasn't that great. He caught her scent then, and it took quite a bit of restraint on his part to not seize her in that moment.

"What do you want of me?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

She shifted on her feet, clearly a bit uncomfortable but not running away either. Her eyes fell to her feet, noting how close she was to him in that moment.

"For a long time, I wanted you. But I knew deep down I was never going to be good enough, and it's just easier to not want someone you can't have," she answered sadly.

"It's not that you're not good enough for me, precious, it's that you're too good for me. You deserve more than a demon to be at your side," he murmured, using his other hand to reach out to tuck the strands that had fallen in front of her face back behind her ear.

"You said–"

"I'm saying now," he interrupted her firmly.

She bit her lip and finally looked back up at him, seeing the honesty in his gaze and the near desperation in the way he held onto her. He wasn't going to let go without a proper fight.

"Kiss me."

He didn't even blink at her command. Instantaneously, he was pulling her toward him and placing a hand to cup her cheek as their lips collided. Her taste was sweet, just like he imagined she would be, almost like cake frosting. The moment she opened her mouth just slightly, he took the liberty of deepening the kiss with his tongue sliding through her mouth to greet her tongue. His taste was slightly bitter and a little tart like wine but mostly reminiscent of coffee.

His hands began to wander, the one finally releasing her wrist but then encircling her lower waist, just above her hips, to keep her still. The other trailed down from her cheek and on to trace his fingers over her clothes to map out her curves. She melted into him, her torso grazing his and feeling the warmth radiating from his body.

Feeling herself start to stumble and lose oxygen, she pulled away and stood straight again, panting as she looked at him. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were glossy. He didn't make a single move, waiting to see what she wanted next, because as much as he had his own desires for the evening, he wasn't going to leave her wanting for anything, not with him.

"Do you..." she started to ask but looked away. His gloved hand took hold of her chin and guided her to look at him again. "Do you want me? To... have sex with me?"

"I do, and so much more. I want to give you every experience you've ever hoped for or dreamed of. Tell me what you desire most, and I will make it happen, pumpkin," he murmured in reply.

With guided movements from Lucifer, he pulled her onto his lap to straddle him. Her arms wrapped over his shoulders, and his hands purchased her hips.

"I like being... submissive," she confessed.

"Mm, I see," he purred. "Would you like me to take control then?" She nodded. "What else, my little darling?"

"I like the idea of being tied up or bound– of being at your mercy," she added. A smile twitched on his lips and he couldn't help how the rest of his body began to ignite at her words, his cock twitching with excitement.

"And have you done any of this before?"

"N-No... I'm sorry if you don't–" she started to backpeddle.

"I would love nothing more than to indulge in your desires, precious. But we need to set up some rules– to keep us safe," he informed her gently. "Think of a word you want to say when you want me to stop completely."

She looked down for a moment and met his gaze again. "Yameru."

"And another for when you need my attention for something, but not necessarily to completely stop."

"Wisteria."

"Yameru and wisteria," he repeated to her. "Would you like to start?" She nodded. "Shall I take the lead?" She nodded again. "Stand," he ordered.

Coming off his lap, she took a step back, and he came to his feet, towering over her.

"Hands up," he commanded again. She followed his words with ease, her eyes wide with intrigue. Her hands came up, and he shuffled her blouse up and over her head. He eyed her black lace bra with a crimson lining, satisfied to see her in his colors. They were striking against her skin.

"Stay," he ordered again, turning away to one of the bedside tables. He opened the top drawer to find exactly what he was after. After making his selection, he closed the drawer and approached the human again.

She looked at the black leather bondage straps in his hands, watching as he laid them on the bed.

"I want to test one or two of these first on you, and then you'll tell me if you're okay with it," he stated. She nodded.

He knelt down to the floor in front of her and took one of the straps, wrapping it over her clothed upper thighs. He fastened the belt quickly and looked up at her when he was satisfied.

"How does that feel?" He asked softly.

"I like it," she replied quietly.

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Good." He then unfastened it and laid it back on the bed, selecting a longer but thinner strap. "Arms down to your sides." After she was ready, he looped it around her upper arms, just above her elbows, and over her chest and back, strapping her in so her upper arms couldn't move. "And how's this against your skin?" He asked as he finished the fastening.

"Feels nice," she replied very softly, looking down at the black leather keeping her bound. Inwardly, he was elated at her fascination. He adored her intrigue as she stared with wide doe eyes. She was no virgin, but her lack of experience in this moment was endearing.

"I can work with you with your undergarments on or off. Which would you prefer?" He asked neutrally, taking off the strap around her arms and upper torso. "It's up to you."

"Um, on, please... for now," she replied. He nodded and set the strap down and then returned to slip off her jeans, leaving her in her matching undergarments.

"Keep going?"

"Yes, please," she mumbled. He chuckled darkly and swept her hair up to let it cascade down her back again.

"So polite," he murmured. "I'm going to put these on you, okay? You just tell me if you need anything adjusted." She nodded again and hummed her approval.

One by one, he took the black straps and fastened them around her body, starting with her arms. Two went over them above her elbows. He took her hands and clasped them together behind her back, collapsing a set of black leather handcuffs around them. He then bound her forearms with a few more straps. For looks, he added more around her torso, over her covered breasts, bare waist, and just above her hips.

"How do you feel?" He murmured in her ear from behind.

"Good," she answered softly.

"Good. Now, can you turn and sit for me?"

She nodded and turned on her heels to sit on the edge of the bed, facing him while sitting upright.

"Good girl. Let's have some fun, shall we, precious?" He cooed to her lovingly, a mischievous glint in his eye at the word "fun."

Lucifer took off his gloves, tossing them aside. She watched with vested interest as he reached below and started undoing his belt. He noticed how she perked up even more as he fished his already-stiff cock out of his slacks, the tip blazing red and ready for attention.

"Open," he ordered firmly. She opened her mouth obediently and looked up at him with wide eyes. He fed her his cock slowly, setting the head against her warm, wet tongue as his hips slid forward. His free hand went to her hair to wrap her blonde locks around his fist. More than halfway in, he stopped and let her adjust, enthralled by how she only looked up at him.

"Pretty pet you are, looking at me like that. Think you can handle this for me?" He cooed again, almost sounding mocking but only somewhat unintentionally. She responded by closing her mouth around his cock and running her tongue along the underside of it, causing him to groan. Using her hair locked around his hand, he began moving her back and forth, using her mouth like a toy. She hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him off like she knew he wanted.

"Mm, you are divine, precious. You're– hah, making me feel good," he praised her. He could see the appreciation in her twinkling eyes as he continued using her mouth. All the while, he could sense her arousal seeping through then, that illustrious perfume that he'd been dying to get a taste of, too. And now that she was here... well, a demon doesn't say no to temptation very well, do they?

Pulling his cock out with a wet pop, he let her breathe, a bit of spit glistening along the corners of her lips.

"I'm going to move you around. I need to taste you," he grunted. He took a hold of hers straps and drug her up the bed, forcing her to lay back. Walking back down to the foot of the bed, he knelt down to the floor and spread her legs wide. He saw her bring her head up, watching nervously as he brought his hands to the highest part of her inner thighs and his face rather close to her more sacred space.

"K-Keep going," she whispered. He smirked and licked a long stripe up the crotch of her panties, causing her to flex beneath her bindings.

One of his long fingers hooked into the fabric from one side and drug it over to reveal her shiny, wet pussy spread open just for him. His other hand reached around and brought the leg he was holding onto his shoulder. After pressing a hot kiss to her cunt, he licked another long stripe up her sex and deeply inhaled her arousal. Unable to resist, he buried his face in and ate her out like a madman.

"Oh!" She squealed suddenly, unprepared for the pleasure be brought to her. He lavishly lapped at her clit, giving it some much needed attention, sometimes sucking on it audibly. Her back arched as much as it could with her current confinement.

"So sweet," he mumbled into her lower lips. More of her slick started to accumulate around her entrance, so he brought his tongue down to prod around it. Her hips rolled into his ministrations, clearly asking for more. Slowly, he slid his tongue in and sent it swirling to rub against her walls.

She squealed again, tightening down on his muscle and obviously getting close to her first orgasm.

"Beg."

A strangled whimper left her throat before she started to whine, "Please! I'm so close, Lucifer. Please, make me cum!"

The way she even said his name made him moan, the vibrations adding to her bliss. Returning to her clit, he swirled his tongue over and around it again and again, feeling her body tense up and noticed her breath become shallow. Her head was thrown back, and she struggled with not being able to move, but that only added to the sensation he brought to her.

"Cum for me," he snapped.

A wash of heat came over her as her release started, her walls clenching around nothing. He sucked on her clit hard, carrying her well past the boundaries of her orgasm and into overstimulation. She cried and cried for him, her voice more sonorous than any record he cared to listen to. He finally eased up on her and relaxed back to wipe his mouth.

Her body continued to lightly convulse and twitch with every few seconds that passed by. She finally sighed after a couple of minutes and sagged into the mattress.

"You did well," he purred to her. She lazily brought her head up to look at him in her post-orgasmic haze.

"Thank... you..." she rasped in a broken voice, letting her head fall back.

"Think you're ready for more?" He asked, caressing her smooth upper thighs and squeezing them possessively.

"Mhmm," she hummed playfully, her thighs coming together around his head. He chuckled and kissed both of them, leaving dark hickies and playful bites along her flesh.

Satisfied with his work, he stood to his feet and took hold of the strap wrapped around her waist and rolled her over onto her stomach. Leaning over her, he reached across the bed for a pillow. He lifted her hips and stuffed the pillow beneath her. "Is that comfortable?"

"Yes," she mumbled into the mattress. She then heard him walk around the bed and look through one of the side tables again. Shortly thereafter, he came back around and began to strap something around her ankles. She then heard a metal clank as he twisted something between her legs.

"This is a spreader bar. I think you can imagine what it's for," he said with a smirk. Her ass wriggled in the air in response, and without another thought, he gave her a firm spank across it, causing her to moan.

She heard some rustling sounds behind her and took a guess as to it was Lucifer undressing as she heard his clothes hit the floor.

"You are so good at being patient for me... Do you think you're ready for your reward?" He mused to her, his warm hand caressing the area that he spanked.

"Mhmm," she hummed in reply.

"Speak up," he ordered.

"Yes, I'm ready," she said with her head turned. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely..." he purred. Kneeling down behind her, he took his place to rub his cock against her spread pussy. He was still so hard for her. It was difficult to maintain his composure up until this point. She whimpered and squirmed, delighting him in how desperate she was. He continued to just slide his cock through her folds, teasing her clit and, well, himself too.

"Do you want this?" He asked mockingly, tapping the head against her clit.

"Yes! Yes please I need your cock inside me," she whined. He felt more of her slick start to run over his hand and cock.

His thoughts were rampant of how perfectly pliant and desperate she was. He took a moment to look over her body, how the straps contrasted with her skin and pressed deliciously into her soft, plush flesh. He observed how she looked bent over in front of him, her ass and cunt just perfectly displayed for his viewing pleasure alone. Silently, he thanked whoever sent him this wonderful human, because he wasn't about to let her go.

Ever.

The Avatar sank forward and pushed his leaking tip into her cunt, instantly feeling the satisfaction of being inside something so warm and wet. His hands gripped her hips tightly, trying to keep himself together as he sank deeper and heard her beautiful cries of pleasure.

"Lucifer!"

Her whole body flexed and writhed, with little slack to let her move the way she wanted to. The walls of her pussy clenched hard around his length, causing him to gasp and tense up too. She, this little human, this little woman who made herself at home in his heart, was the embodiment of sin and his love, all wrapped up in one.

"That's it. You took me so well," he groaned as he finally fit all the way in. The head of his cock pushed up against her cervix and throbbed against her tightness.

She whined and flexed hard again. "Please."

"Please, what, darling?" He cooed, running his hands up her back.

"Please... take me," she finally replied after waiting a few beats.

"Gladly," he murmured with a smirk, his hands coming back to rest on her hips.

He drew back slowly, his cock running over her sweet spots and causing her to writhe as much as she could against his body and the mattress. When his tip just nudged the inside of her entrance, he thrusted in gently but a little faster.

She cried in ecstasy as white sparks flew across her vision. "Ooooh!"

Using this move a few more times, he had her absolutely on the very precipice of her orgasm. She felt the burn within her core as her fiery desire ignited.

"I'm close, Luci, please," she whimpered out to him, attempting to wriggle her hips in his hands.

"Use your words, what do you want?" He mocked her only slightly.

"I wanna cum... on your cock," she rasped.

"You'll cum when I tell you to, pet," he snapped, smacking her ass on the word "I."

"Ah!" She yelped, writhing again. He pulled out completely and replaced his cock with just one of his fingers. She whimpered at the loss of his thickness filling her. It was an easy glide in, and he gently rocked the digit in and out of her pussy.

"What's wrong? Is this not enough for you?" He asked her in faux concern with a wicked smile. The webbed sticky slick on his hand made him groan internally.

"Lucifer..." she whined in a low pitch.

"I'm here, precious. Answer my question: Is my finger not enough?" He purred darkly.

"Noo..." she groaned again.

He added another, fucking her with his middle and ring fingers.

"How about this? Is this enough?" He asked again, his other hand rubbing her hip.

"Lucifer, please," she growled in frustration.

"So greedy, aren't you? Tell me you need my cock, darling," he ordered, slowing his words for emphasis at the end.

"I need your cock, Lucifer," she repeated. He curled his fingers and stroked her g-spot.

"Say that my cock is the only one that can satisfy you."

"Your cock... is the one one that satisfy me," she repeated again, sounding more desperate with every syllable.

"Very good pet," he praised her, pulling his hand away and leaving her empty again. He backed away at first and leaned down to kiss her back and around the top parts of her ass, caressing her as he moved.

When he was done, he took his place once more, kneeling behind her. He held his throbbing cock in his hand, dancing on the edge himself. Without warning, he slid all the way into her cunt and let his hips become flush with her ass. It knocked the wind out of her and left her gasping.

"Now, I want you to cum on my cock," he growled. With inhuman strength and speed, he grabbed onto one of the straps around her back and pulled her up so that she was no longer laying against the mattress, but now hovering above it, perpendicular to the demon. He began pounding into her, keeping his hold and meeting her ass with his hips for every recoil, to rail her that much harder.

It took only moments for her to be screaming his name in ecstasy, her body quivering with its release. Her walls gripped him like a vice again, fluttering and convulsing around his cock. She felt nothing but pleasure in that moment, totally lost in a sea of bliss. But her mind still stayed afloat as she called out to him.

"Please! Cum inside me! I need it," she whined so lewdly. He almost started to look shocked, but that quickly fell into a look of devilish pride and lust at her plea.

"You need my cum inside you? Are you just a little slut for me to spill into?" He sneered at her. She only shook harder at his words, becoming more lost in the moment.

"Yes! Please just do it, I'm begging. Want to feel full," she slurred.

Fuck. Perfection, he thought.

"Oh, I'll fill you up, pumpkin," he replied with a devilish smile on his face. "Ready?"

"I'm ready! Pleeeeeeease!" She whined back to him. He groaned and fucked her that much harder, just slamming his hips into her and ramming his cock against her poor cervix.

At that moment, she was literally sobbing incoherently with tears of euphoria teaming down her face as she orgasmed once more, the hardest she'd ever felt on her life. He pulled on her straps to bring her back flush to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder. His release followed seconds later, and he huffed into her neck while he kept her in a tight hold. Her release kept her twitching and moaning, which only served to make him cum that much harder as he spilled spurt after spurt of his warm seed deep inside her. It was already spilling out around him, but he held on as they writhed against one another.

It was only when she was suddenly silent and her body felt more like a ragdoll that he finally laid her gently against the mattress, following himself to wrap around her back as he kept his cock snug inside her, unwilling to part just yet.

"Lucifer," she mumbled.

"Yes?" He panted in her ear.

"Wisteria."

"What do you need?"

"I'd like to get out of these... it's too much," she whispered.

"Of course. Let me get you out," he murmured and kissed her ear.

Quickly and expertly, within a minute, she was out of her bindings and sitting up on the edge of the bed while Lucifer placed everything back. Finished, he turned to face her.

"Better? Doing okay?" He asked, caressing her cheek.

"Better," she affirmed. "Come here," she then beckoned, reaching up to him. He gently knelt down and followed her guided movements to lie down on the bed with her, lying on their sides together. His hands swept through her hair, kissing her softly.

"Thank you," she murmured to him, looking up at him adoringly. "That was... amazing."

"Your enjoyment and the way you're looking at me now is more than enough thanks," he cooed with a small smile.

"Can I... do something?" She asked a bit timidly.

"What is it, pumpkin?"

"Can I take... control?"

Lucifer looked only surprised for a moment. In the next, he looked her over.

"Do you think you can handle that?" He asked sincerely and to tease her.

Altaira suddenly swung herself over, pulling him with her to push him on his back, straddling his muscular thighs.

"At least let me try," she replied softly. He merely smirked and resigned himself to whatever she wanted.

"Go on, Master," he answered.

She grinned and grabbed his hands that had naturally fallen into her hips. The human woman then placed his hands back against the mattress.

"Don't move unless I tell you to," she ordered without using their pact. The Avatar of Pride laid there obediently.

Looking around first, she began situating herself, hovering over his cock with her hands pressed into his toned chest.

"How did it feel to finally fuck me? To make me yours?" She asked with a husky tone to her sweet voice.

"Like a moth to a flame. Drawn to and longing for, but I could lose myself in you so easily," he replied. "Now that I've had a taste, I'd let the world crumble beneath us before I let someone else have you."

She then sank down onto his cock, slowly. Agonizingly slow.

"Mm, that's the right answer," she murmured with a small smile. With a pace just as slow as when she was sinking down on his length, she began to rock her hips back and forth as she rode him. He hummed in content in return, clearly enjoying the show while he watched her on top of him.

His hands started to reach for her, but she quickly grabbed his wrists and threw them back against the mattress to pin them down next to his head. "I said don't move," she reminded him with a smirk.

He looked back at her with a smirk on his own lips, but the lust in his eyes betrayed him. "Yes, Master," he purred.

She then continued to ride him, increasing the pace to her liking as his cock rubbed against her sweet spots. "You're gonna be good for me, aren't you?" She asked teasingly.

"Mhm," he hummed, watching her in fascination.

She let go of one of his wrists and gently grasped his neck. "Use your words," she ordered.

"I'm yours, I'll be good for you," he groaned, feeling her tighten down on his cock. He fought to keep his hips still, but once she was gripping his length so tightly with her soft, wet walls, he was losing the battle. His hips just barely tipped upward, cueing her to what he wanted.

"You want to fuck me so bad, don't you?" She asked with false concern, her eyes glittering with pride and lust. When he didn't answer, she gently choked him. "Answer me."

"Yes," he rasped. "Please, let me fuck you."

"Make it feel good for me," she commanded, releasing her hold and taking his hands to lay on her hips. "Fuck your master."

He quickly pulled on her shoulders to bring her down flush with him, and then his hands came back to her hips. Adjusting his angle, he tilted his hips up and brought his knees up to dig his heels into the bed. Unwilling to wait a moment more, he thrusted into her roughly, her moans starting to bounce with her. He kept one hand on her hip, and the other came up to brush his fingers through her hair. Keeping his hand on the back of her head, he fucked her relentlessly. He was rewarded with cries and sobs of "Yes!" and "Harder!" To which, of course, he obliged.

She looked up at the demon with teary eyes and finally lurched forward to kiss him passionately, with equal reciprocation from him. He swallowed her cries, and she took his moans and pants. Her inner coils began to break, feeling a deeply-rooted sensation build within her.

"Lucifer," she rasped as she white-knuckled the pillows beneath him.

"Let go, just let go," he encouraged her. "Cum for me, Master."

And she did. With a short scream, she squirted all over his cock, trembling in his grasp. It was enough to send him over the edge, too. A growl vibrated in his chest as he tried to fuck her through, but when she cried, "Cum inside me," for the second time that night, he wasn't going to deny her. His hips stuttered as he released inside her, pumping her full of him, again. But he continued thrusting into her until her whole body was shaking from overstimulation. He then eased his pace to a slow and gentle thrusting of his hips.

"Was that good?" He asked, his lips brushing her cheek as he nuzzled her temple.

"Yes," she panted. "You did well."

And the pair fucked long into the night, switching control between the two like it was their hundredth time doing this. There was an ease to pleasuring one another. Of course, there were moments where they just basked in one another's bare essence, curled up together and talking for hours at a time. Lucifer was in awe of her, how she was eager to please and experiment with him. Altaira was equally fascinated by him, how easily he took everything they did, even when something didn't quite work for whatever reason, he found a way to work around and keep the scene going.

For these two, it was their own slice of sexual paradise.

Mammon woke up suddenly, having scared himself awake with his own snoring. He looked around, hoping no one had seen that. The second born had found a spot across the street, sat up on the ground against the outer wall of an old bowling alley that had long since left that building.

As luck would have it, he blearily looked up to see Altaira finally exiting the club. He looked at the time, surprised to see it was so late in the morning, but he was even more surprised to see his older brother walking out behind her. The pair walked over to the demon's car, and chivalrously, the Avatar of Pride opened the passenger door for her. Before sliding in, he kissed her temple and held her hand as she lowered herself in.

Mammon watched with an ache in his heart as the two drove away. At least she was safe, he told himself. He knew Lucifer would never do anything to hurt her.

The Avatar of Greed just wished it had been him instead.

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[another-lost-mc]

On your last night in the Devildom, Lucifer offers you more than just a pact.

LUCIFER x Vampire!afab!Reader, 1.3k words, nsfw. Content warnings: AU of OG Lesson 20-14 (Reader is a vampire). Canon-typical vampire behaviour including biting/blood drinking, first time smut with feelings. more from the vampire!au

The power of Lucifer’s pact with you still thrums in the air of his study. You never asked to feed from him before, and he never offered his blood to you. His feelings bloomed for you, emotions festering in his heart beyond his control, and he can’t deny them any longer. You’ve given yourself to him—the evidence of his claim is branded on your chest forever—and he’s ready to give you part of himself in return.

The fire blazing in the hearth marks your skin with dancing tendrils of shadow and flame; he recognizes the darkness in your eyes, the blood-tinged sheen that reminds him you’re not exactly human. He’s sure that the same desperate hunger is etched in his own expression.

He thinks briefly about kissing your pouty lips and carrying you to his bed where you can consummate your unholy union. However, he steels his resolve when you lick your lips and he sees a hint of fang peeking through. He wants you, but he knows you want him more—he’ll reward you for your patience.

He takes you by the hand and leads you to the small sofa. He drops down with a soft grunt and leans back. You tilt your head questioningly when he pats his lap. After a moment of hesitation, you kneel on the edge of the sofa, your knees bracketing his, and lower yourself onto his thighs. He relishes the feeling of your soft body resting comfortably in his lap before he turns his head to the side and bares his throat to you. He can hear you swallow nervously, and he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

“You didn’t want this before.” Your voice trembles with uncertainty, but there’s a flicker of hope in your eyes too.

“I want nothing more,” he confesses quietly, his voice rough with emotions he can barely contain.

A tense silence follows, but you make your decision and lean forward, pressing your chest against his. He shudders with anticipation when your lips brush against his neck. He whispers his desire for you, words you thought he’d only ever say to you in your dreams. He curls his hand around the back of your head and encourages you to keep going.

Sharp fangs finally break the skin, and he tilts his head back to give you more room. Liquid heat courses through his veins, and his eyes slip closed as indescribable pleasure builds inside him. Greedy fingers dig into your hips and he resists the urge to grind against you; he wonders if you can feel his cock, hard and heavy against your belly. 

The sound of the fireplace crackling nearby is drowned out by the wet sounds as you lick and suck at his skin. You moan quietly as you feed from him, and he feels the vibrations rattle him to his bones. He answers you with a loud, desperate groan of his own.

Thinking you hurt him somehow, you pull away suddenly and he shivers as cool air hits his bare neck. Your eyes are wide with concern as you scan his face for signs of discomfort. All he can focus on is your mouth so close to his, dark and shiny and stained crimson. Your eyes are blown black with hunger and lust, and he doesn't think you’ve ever looked more beautiful. 

When he surges forward and crushes his lips against yours, he licks greedily into your mouth. His tongue curls with yours and behind the coppery metallic taste, he can taste you. The kiss grows hot and desperate, and you whine against his lips when you start to move above him. He breaks the kiss with a curse when you rub teasingly against his cock, and he rocks his hips in time with yours so you can feel how badly he wants you. 

Something predatory flares in your gaze and he’s so eager to give you what you need. He tilts his head back when you lean forward with your fangs bared. Moans fall freely from his lips as you drink from him again. It’s sloppier this time, and he can feel blood drip from the punctures as you suck greedily from his neck.

He’s never felt so depraved, and he can’t resist the desire to fuck you anymore. He fumbles with his belt and tears at his fly until he can free his cock from the confine of his pants. 

Your clothes are easily taken care of—the thin cotton material rips so easily.  Your shirt falls away as he tears it to pieces, and your sleep shorts are ripped to tatters next. He reaches between your thighs and growls when his fingers graze your underwear, drenched and slippery with your slick.

You break away from his neck with a moan when his fingers push the fabric aside and explore your folds. He circles your clit with the tip of his forefinger so he can draw more breathy sounds from you. Your voice is thick with his blood, and his name has never sounded so good than when you beg him to fuck you.

He slips a finger inside you, then another—your cunt is dripping for him, and his fingers squelch obscenely when he starts to thrust them inside you. You roll your hips and fuck yourself on his fingers; you grind down against his palm for friction against your clit.

He pulls his fingers away before you can come, and he glides his cock through the sloppy mess he’s made of you instead. He teases you with pressure at your entrance before brushing the tip against your clit. He holds your hips still and when your desperate gaze meets his, he pulls your hips down and impales you with his cock. Your sharp cry trails off into breathy moans when you move together. 

He fucks you with abandon and you bite him again. It hurts more than before, like you’re losing control as much as he is, but that only makes him fuck you harder. He guides your movements, slow rolls of your hips meeting his deep thrusts, as you drink him down your throat. The molten pleasure seeping into his veins combined with your cunt fluttering around his cock overwhelms him.

He’s so close but he doesn’t want to finish before you do. He grabs your hand—the one against his chest, pressed where his heart beats underneath—and guides it between your legs. You stroke desperately at your clit until you fall apart. Blood drips down your chin when you pull your fangs from his neck and muffle your cry in his shoulder; your body trembles as you ride out your release. The sweet vice of your walls clenching around his cock is his undoing too, and he fills you with cum as your cunt milks him until his hips come to a stuttering halt.

Strong arms wrap around you and tuck you against his chest. His cock softens and slips out of you, and you whimper at the loss even as your body shivers with sensitivity. His neck is sore from the intensity of your bites, and you’re both sweaty and reek of blood and cum. He’s captivated by your eyes—they glisten with love and satisfaction now, clear of the bloodlust that clouded your gaze earlier.

He leans forward and kisses the pact mark etched into the skin of your bare chest. You kiss the top of his head and gently run your hands through his damp hair. 

You don’t deserve the blood of the Morningstar, he thought when he met you nearly a year ago. He saw you as a weak human-turned-vampire, and your unfortunate appetite was a nuisance he dreaded. He promised himself that he’d never be used by you.

Perhaps some promises are meant to be broken, he thinks as he draws your blood stained lips against his for another kiss, eager to make up for so much wasted time.

[t0bi0ss]

hi can I request Zinnia with Lucifer x Afab reader?

lucifer x afab!reader ;; she/they zinnia; confessing on how much they are missing them

MC hadn’t been in the Devildom for a week, they had to return home for a family event. Lucifer was sitting in his study working on some paperwork for the student council when he couldn’t concentrate.

His ruby eyes continued to look at the empty seat in his study, the one she would always take when she was there in the Devildom. Lucifer set his paperwork down as he rubbed his temple.

He grabbed his phone, he wanted to call them, to ask them when she would be coming home, but he promised her he wouldn’t. He held his device in his hand before setting it down. He always felt anxious when they weren’t around, he felt even more anxious whenever they were not talking.

Lucifer just sighed, “when are you coming home?” he muttered under his breath, he wished it would be soon, he didn’t know if he could handle another day without you. He felt cold without you there to warm him up.

Another day passed and they snuck back into the Devildom late at night, but Lucifer was still awake. He heard the door open and he shot up, knowing it wasn’t one of his brothers, he knew who it was.

Lucifer, as calmly as possible, made his way to meet her. His eyes lit up when he saw them taking their shoes off at the door. MC looked up at him and jumped, “You scared me Lucifer.” MC said, then smiling at him.

Lucifer pulled them into a hug, MC looked a little confused before hugging him back. “What’s wrong with you?” MC asked, wrapping their warm arms around him. “I missed you, I missed you so much.” Lucifer said, letting his pride fall.

MC only laughed lightly, “I missed you too Lucifer.” she said, gently rubbing circles into his back. “I missed you a lot. I thought I was going to lose my mind.” He muttered as he placed his head in the crook of their neck. MC only laughed, small humming coming from her. “Sorry, I’ll stay in touch next time.” they said.

prompt list

[melon-cream-enmu]

Mc enters a spell induced heat (smut)

AFAB, breeding (possibly), general smut warnings. Plus size reader. I’m not that into mammon so I didn’t get too smutty with him, mostly just the reader, sorry orz. Levi doesn’t have two dicks in the usual sense, see 💕here💕 for example (my om! Dick headcanons). Levi’s my fav his will be long I’m not sorry. You will see favoritism

Just the first 3 brothers for now. I will do the rest, this post is just really long as is.

A spell goes bad and you end up with slick dripping down your legs as you run from RAD to try and get home. It’s embarrassing, you can’t make it through the day. So when the first born enters the house in front of the others he stops. He can smell you so clearly. He doesn’t know what’s going on but it won’t be good if they can’t control themselves. “To your rooms. Now.” The second his brothers catch your scent they’re obediently rushing off to their rooms. They talk in their private chat about what to do.

They won’t touch you unless you reach for them. But that doesn’t stop a single one of them from fucking their hands/pillow/toys/anything. You’re making sounds that are so inviting. You’re crying out for help, you want to be bred. But you haven’t said anything to any of them, you don’t know what your sounds mean.

He’s laying back and panting hard. He just can’t stop. He’s so hard and no matter how many times he comes he can’t feel satisfied. He feels movement on his bed.

His phone buzzes with a text from you

Lucifer

• “I need help”

• “with?”

Lucifer doesn’t know how else to respond.

• “…I can’t say it. Just come here. Please”

His door practically slams as he leaves his room. The closer he gets to you, the stronger you smell, and the harder he gets. He opens your door and slams it shut quickly.

You’re on your bed, sitting up, with a blanket wrapped around you. Your bed looks a mess, like you’d been tossing and turning for ages. You look distressed and disheveled, not that Lucifer looks any better. Tie undone and hanging on his shoulders, shirt unbuttoned, chest glazed with sweat, cheeks flushed slightly.

He swallows thickly, eyes tracing your form and your teary eyes. “What’s wrong?” Your eyes look to the ground and fidget beneath the blanket. “I don’t know what’s happening, I feel hot, and sweaty and…” you’re so desperate for relief yet too embarrassed to say it, so you shrug off the blanket and spread your legs slowly.

Your soaking wet, thighs drenched and slightly sticky. Lucifer inhales, and Father above it takes everything in him not to drop to his knees and devour your cunt. Your whine brings his attention back to your face, and you’re looking at him nervously. He swallows and begins walking towards you.

“You’re in heat. Humans don’t experience this kind of thing. But demons do, regularly.” He’s standing in front of you now, and watches as your thighs rub together. “This is going to be hard to deal with, there’s no way of knowing how long it will last, and I wouldn’t trust your immune system to be able to handle suppressants.”

“But it hurts, I need it to stop. Please, what do I do, there has to be something that’ll make the feeling stop.” Lucifer doubts that it hurts but rather you don’t understand how your body is yearning to be touched, but he moves on. He contemplates if he should do this, you might not be of sound mind. But as he looks in your eyes, he doesn’t see clouded hazy lust, but genuine confusion and pleas for help.

He speaks slowly, “You need to be pleasured. Your body is giving in to its most primal urges, and…it wants to breed.” Your breath hitches, and as he moves closer your eyes follow him, until he’s right in front of you and your head is tilted up to see him. “Can you help me?”

He doesn’t hesitate to fall to his knees before you, let his hands run up your thighs, and spread your legs further. He pulls you closer, now on the edge of the bed, and his lips stop just before your heat. He waits once more, for your permission and, once hearing your choked ‘please’ he presses his lips to your cunt.

You taste like the sweetest of delicacies that haven’t graced his tongue since before the fall. He groans and his eyelids flutter shut as his tongue spreads your lips. He licks up to your clit and lets his tongue cup beneath it, smearing your juices on the sensitive nub before closing his lips around it. He sucks gently before moving back down, tongue parting your lips once more.

Your thighs twitch and tremble in his hands and he can’t help but caress and grope and grip them. Your lips bleed beautiful whimpers and cries that he can’t help but groan his own in appreciation to. As he pushes impossibly closer, nose pressing into the weight of your mound, you can’t stop the cry that bursts from your chest.

Mammon

• “I’m sorry”

He sits up in a hurry, ignoring his aching cock that was in his hand mere moments ago.

• “Why, what happened?” Read 9:14 pm

He watched your text bubble appear, disappear, and ‘read’ with the current time appear tacked onto his message. He freaks out, tugging a pair of discarded sweatpants on and practically stumbling as he opens his door and runs to your room. He doesn’t even waste time closing it.

As he runs he thinks that he should probably knock, you’re in heat and vulnerable, he doesn’t want to scare you by barreling in unannounced. But as he gets closer and smells your scent, that’s exactly what he ends up doing. And the sight he’s greeted with has him slamming the door behind him so hard he loosens the screws on its hinges. You’re on your bed, teary eyed and holding his signature jacket to your face, nose buried in its leather.

You’re also naked, completely so, pressing the jacket tightly to your body. You’re body is rocking back and forth, and as his eyes trail down your plush sides to your heavy thighs, he sees one sleeve of his jacket pressed between your cunt and a pillow. A pillow you’re currently humping desperately. You let out a hiccuped sob and his attention returns to your face. He must be obviously concerned because your eyes scrunch shut and you speak into his jacket. “I’m sorry…”

Mammon hesitates before stepping forward just a bit. “Why?”

He sees your hips press down a bit harder and your rhythm stutters when you pull your face away from his jacket.

“B’cuz I’m ruining your jacket!” The tears that had been dripping slowly come down in long streams now and your thighs clench shut as you curl up, holding his jacket even tighter.

“…(y/n) I don’t care about the jacket, are you ok?!” Your eyes meet his. You’re confused, why would he ask that, why is he not mad? You stop your movements and rest your full weight on the pillow, causing Mammon to swallow thickly at the thought of your scent soaking into his jacket. You shake your head.

“This is a heat right?…Some stupid spell went wrong and I got hit with it.” You lift your leg and move off the pillow, inadvertently showing the second born your dripping lips, his soaked jacket, and the strings of slick connecting the two. “I didn’t wanna bother you, and I found your jacket on my floor and it smelled like you and it made the feeling go away and-“

Mammon had already starting pushing off his sweatpants when you said you didn’t want to bother him, and he took those last steps forward to land his knee or your bed and kiss you. Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him down with you.

Leviathan

• “Can you come to my room?”

• “Please?”

• “Levi please answer…”

• “I’m coming over”

Levi didn’t hear his phone until the last message. He was too out of it from cumming especially hard into a toy now long passed overflowing. He’d heard the last buzz and groggily picked up his phone and startled at your message. He scrambles out of his bathtub, tripping over cables and discarded bags and bottles, tugging on a pair of boxers just in time for his door to swing open.

You look scared. Legs closed tightly and hand gripping the doorknob rather hard. You just stand there, trembling. Levi doesn’t know what to do. He’s too afraid to get close to you like this, unsure if his self control, or what’s left of it, can keep him from harming you. You step further into his room and he begins to back away. Then his ears catch the sound of a door opening down the hall, and he sees it peak open just a smidge.

Levi rushes forward, slamming the door behind you and pressing you against it. He won’t have any of his brothers coming onto you right now, not when you came to him. He doesn’t realize in his moment of heightened emotion that his demon form slipped from his usual grasp. He only noticed when you whimpered.

He looked down. He’d been glaring at his door, as if whoever had been down the hall could see it. Your eyes are watery, your lip is trembling, and you’re staring up at him. He gains control of himself near instantly feeling the itchy traces of magic and his tail and horns crackle and fizzle from existence. “(Y/n) I’m sorry! I’m sorry please don’t cry please don’t cry…” he reaches forward on pure instinct and cups your face in his hands.

Your eyes squeeze shut and you whimper again, and Levi pulls away like you’ve burned him. “Im sorry! You probably don’t want to be touched by someone like me! I won’t do it again!” He moves to back away but you grab his hands and return them to your face, burying yourself in his palms. He’s shaking and he’s sure you can feel it. He can certainly feel how warm you are. You’re burning up, and as your (e/c) eyes peak up at him through his fingers, his heart races.

His hands move slowly to cup your face again when your grip loosens. Your eyes search his and his throat grows dry. You look up at him pleadingly and he can’t stop himself from leaning down. He feels your breath on his lips as he hesitates before pressing his lips to yours gently. You practically melt in his hold, hands sliding up his chest and around shoulders. His hand fumbles for the lock on his door before laying on the small of your back. You’re pressing closer to him, close enough for him to feel your scorching body heat, and you to feel his cocks press against your stomach.

“Why do I feel like this?” Levi leads you back further into his room and sets you on the pile of beanbag chairs and cushions that have made a makeshift bed for when you fall asleep on late game nights. “It’s…you’re in heat. I-I don’t know how, but you are. Everyone in the house can tell.” Your hands leave his shirt and cover your mouth.

“What do you mean you can tell?” Levi finds he can’t look you in the eye, stammering as he tries to speak. He groans and hides his face beside your head, nose to your temple and eyes squeezed shut. “…We can smell it. That’s why no one’s come to get you for dinner…or anything since we got back.” Your thighs close tightly and a noise akin to a growl rumbles in his chest. When he peaks at you, your eyes are so pretty, growing teary and reflecting the pretty blues in his room. “It’s affecting you, isn’t it?” Levi can only nod his head, nudging yours from how close he is.

“What…can I do to make it stop?” His hand shakily holds your arm, thumb stroking your skin. “It’s making you want to…b-breed. You’d have to have someone…” a whine catches in his throat and pulls away. By the look on your face he can tell you understand. He lifts himself more, pulling himself from the warmth of your soft skin. “You probably want to go to someone else…asmo is probably who you’d want, he’d know what he’s doing. I can walk you there if you need me to…”

Your fingers grasp his shirt and you shake your head. “I don’t want anyone else…I want you.”

Levi’s kisses are nervous, but the more he kisses you, the more your body releases sounds and scents that his own responds to. Clothes are shed quickly and you find your legs turned to the side, bent up just slightly and rested on Levi’s arm planted next your waist, holding himself up. The feeling of his cock, it’s 3 sections winding around each other, has you squirming. It’s thick and moves on it’s own. The Ruby color of his cheeks and his gaze that won’t meet yours lasts for all of 3 seconds after he pushes in, hearing your sweet, whimpered sigh causing his hips to stutter.

He does his best to be slow, he knows what his dick is, but this is new to you. The way it suctions lightly, squirming and wanting to be as deep inside you as he can be, is going to be too much very quickly for you. Your heat won’t go away after cumming just once. He doesn’t want you to still be in pain but too overstimulated and tired to be able to stop it. But as cute tears fall from your eyes and your hips wiggle and push against him, he can’t help but lean down and let you grab him, scratch his shoulders, squeeze his arms.

Kiss his lips.

[denpa-dere]

house arrest 1

afab!mc x mammon

description: NSFW, very fluffy, you are confined to your room for your own protection. But how long will that last when the only thing standing between you and your housemates is a door and some willpower? For Mammon, less than 24 hours.

warnings: Capital B breeding kink with talks of impregnation, afab reader with she/her pronouns, face sitting, dub con if you squint due to a misunderstanding. Mammon is a love sick fool for you.

|| Intro || Mammon || Asmo (mini) || Levi || Satan (mini) || Beel || Lucifer (mini) || Asmo || Belphie (mini) || Belphie || Barbatos (mini) ||

If there was anyone you could count on, it was Mammon.

Mammon, who was your first man.

Mammon, who was your partner in crime.

Mammon, who was practically crawling up the wall with need to be with you right now.

He pressed a pillow over his face and groaned into it. This was stupid. He felt stupid. You made him feel stupid. This morning, chaos swept through their home as soon as you rounded the corner. At first, you hadn’t noticed heads snapping one-by-one in your direction as you made your way to your usual spot at the table, serving yourself coffee whilst a dawning realization crept in amongst himself and his brothers.

When the atmosphere felt sufficiently suffocating, you looked up to find seven pairs of eyes boring holes into your skull. Mammon had wanted to scoop you up then and there, to hide you away in the safety of his room where you both could be alone he alone could protect you. 

He shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind. His knuckles ached from the hole he had punched through the dining room wall in the ensuing scuffle. He didn't want to think about it. Lucifer had already let everyone off easy, seemingly too concerned with how to tactfully explain your absence to Lord Diavolo to string anyone up for fighting. Besides, it's not like Mammon was actually angry with anyone. Things just got out of hand.

He just didn't like how they were looking at you. That's all. 

Only he was allowed to look at you like that. 

Mammon chucked his pillow at the floor, but it didn't satisfy the irritation welling up in his gut. Every nerve in his body felt like it was screaming to be closer to you. He wondered if you could feel it, too. Surely, your bond with The Great Mammon was strong enough that you could sense his distress, right? You wanted him too, right? That's why you let this happen? 

It's not like there'd be any harm in checking on you. You were his responsibility, after all. You were his human! He'd be quick about it, he reasoned. One quick trip to make sure no one was bothering you and he'd be back before Lucifer even noticed he was missing. 

By the time he finished that thought, Mammon was already half way down the hall. 

___

You jumped when you heard rapping at your door. It wasn't like anyone in this house to knock. 

"Human, it's me," Mammon hissed. 

You cracked your bedroom door, poking your head out to briefly scan the hallway for interlopers. 

"Mamms, what are you doing here?" You asked in a harsh whisper and yanked him by the hand into your room, "Hurry before someone sees you!" 

Mammon stumbled. Normally, he might have snapped at you for acting like you could push him around, but it was difficult to form words when he felt like he had been plunged headfirst into a pool of your scent. He had secretly always liked your smell, soft and sweet and indescribably you. It had taken on a headier shade, one that sank into his brain like an incense. There was something else, too. His stomach churned- Lucifer had been here, recently. 

Of course he had. So, why did that piss him off? 

"Mammon, you alright?" You called to him, louder this time. You looked so fragile, he thought, arms wrapped around yourself protectively. Surrounded by demons itching to take you apart piece by piece, right down to your pretty little soul, and you were asking if he was okay?

No, he wasn't okay. He waved you off dismissively, anyway. Mammon stalked off over to your bed to create some distance. He took a seat at the edge and began to pick at a loose thread on your comforter. 

"I should be asking you that," He mumbled, face heating up. You began to close the gap between you two, arms still folded over your chest. The closer you stood, the quicker his resolve for an altruistic alibi crumbled, until you were right in front of him, cupping his face in your hands in that way that shot electric currents down his spine and out through his toes. The same way you did back when you kissed him for the first time, setting him on this confusing track in the first place. 

"It's just me, Mamms," You soothed, brushing your thumb over his cheek. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the swell of your stomach. The second-born grumbled something unintelligible and hoped you understood anyway.

A part of him foolishly hoped that visiting you would be enough to quell the terrible magnetic pull you had on him. Now, face pressed into the warm softness of your body, Mammon could admit he'd maybe let his greed lead him astray, again. 

His head felt cloudy. He nuzzled into your belly, nose pushing up the bottom of your shirt, and stared up at you with honey-blue eyes. You were so pretty, he thought, his pretty little human who waited so patiently for her man to come find her in her time of need. 

He wasn't thinking straight, letting his hands drift up and down your sides. It felt natural to hold you like this, to leave trails of goosebumps along your skin. A sensitive spot under your ribs drew a small whine from your throat and Mammon exhaled sharply. Don’t you know what noises like that do to him?

He tugged and you fell into his lap with a yelp. He was on you in an instant, nipping along your neck, hands up your shirt, nails scratching lightly down your back. Mammon rocked his hips against you, wanting you to feel just how hard you made him.

You sighed his name at the friction. The Avatar of Greed deigned not to answer, choosing to recline back against the headboard with you on top of him. 

“I don’t know if this is a good idea-” You weren’t given a chance to finish your concern.

He pulled at your shirt roughly, taking your bra off with it. He hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of your sleep shorts and pulled them halfway down your thighs, pausing briefly to admire the wet patch spreading on your panties. Were you already so worked up for him? 

Mammon grabbed your hand, guiding it to the erection tenting in his pants. He moaned sweetly for you when your fingers grazed him. Please don’t stop now. You mercifully did not stop, instead deftly working to undo his fly and maneuver his bottoms off his hips. His heavy cock fell against his stomach, twitching and aching for attention. 

"C'mere, c'mere," He ushered you forward, gently guiding you, adjusting until you hovered over his face. He felt like he was losing his mind having you so close and couldn't resist placing a kiss on your pussy over your panties, groaning into the damp fabric.

You gasped, reaching for the headboard to steady yourself. Mammon crooked a finger into your underwear, pulling them to the side for better access. When you felt his hot breath ghost over your skin, you were already dripping. When he brought his lips to yours, you could have cried. He eased your weight onto him, drunk on your taste. 

"F-fuck, Mammon," You mewled. The hold he had on you rendered you powerless to do much more than roll your hips against his mouth. Each pass of his tongue through your folds teased something animalistic in him that at the best of times he'd be hopeless to describe. But he knew he needed you, and even this was beginning to not feel like enough. Determined to send you over the edge, the demon sucked on your clit and savored how you cried for him. 

That animalistic something in Mammon snapped like a rubberband. He couldn't wait anymore. Your body was begging to be bred and he was going to be the one to take care of you. You were putty in his hands when he moved to lay your back flat against the mattress. Wanting nothing between you, he quickly shrugged off his shirt, then fell forward to meet you in a needy kiss. 

A brief moment of lucidity flickered behind Mammon's eyes when you parted. Fuck, he loved you. He couldn't always say it, but he wanted everyone to know it. 

So, what could be more undeniable, he wondered, rubbing his cock against you, gathering the slick of your cunt, than making you swell with his child? A low growl rumbled in his chest when he pushed into you. You clung to him and he felt his heart burst. 

" 'll fuck you as many times as it takes," He slurred in your ear, "Fill you up again and again until…" Each word of his muddled thoughts was emphasized by a sharp snap of his hips against yours. He didn't understand why you had opted to choose him as your mate now, like this, but he was deliriously happy to give you what you wanted. As long as you kept looking at him like this, holding him like this, loving him like this, he'd give you anything. 

You writhed beneath him, one hand buried in his snowy hair, the other stroking his back, toying with his wings that fluttered with a mind of their own. This was the first time you had gone this far with him, but you could tell by how he pulsed and throbbed inside of you that he wasn't going to last.

"So good for me, treasure, you feel so good," Once he started babbling, Mammon found that he couldn't stop. His voice was low and intense in your ear, "Gonna' cum- feel so fucking good. Fuck, baby, please, I'm gonna cum, please, please-" 

Your velvety walls fluttered around him, causing his breath to hitch. He kissed you again urgently, tongue sliding against yours as he painted your insides white. He ground his hips against you, pushing his seed in deeper in the hopes it would stick. Mammon slowed, then parted from your kiss, a lewd string of saliva connecting you. 

The door clicked open. 

___

"Your shibari needs work."

Lucifer refused to look at you, tying off the ropes binding Mammon to the ceiling. 

"If you touch these ropes, you'll be who I practice on next," The first-born seethed. 

"Look on the bright side," You shrugged, "Only 5 more days to go."

"LEAVE."

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Bedtime Relaxation

Lucifer x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: I don't give nearly enough love to my Luci, and I just wanted to write him being casual and simply wanting some loving from his MC. Not proofread and a bit of a rushed ending

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fem afab reader, fluff and smut, no protection, neck kisses and a lil biting, praise, dirty talk, fingering, creampie, a bit of breeding, cockwarming; remember to pee after sexxxx; Lucifer is a tease but there's a lot of love~

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 3382 this was going to be short what happened

It wasn't unusual for you to go to bed alone most nights. When getting into your relationship with the Avatar of Pride, you knew what a workaholic he was. Thanks in part to his troublesome brothers, there was always work and bills to be looked over. The rest was thanks to Diavolo, having to review matters concerning R.A.D. on a near constant basis as an important member of the R.A.D. student council.

Any attempts to assist him were often met with stubborn refusals, but you fought against those with tooth and nail. Sometimes you managed to help decrease his workload, easing his burden at least a little bit. But you had to be honest with yourself that, more often than not, there was some paperwork that was simply too far above your head to manage. That's why tonight, you'd gotten ready— dressed only in one of his shirts as your pajamas— and slipped into bed all by yourself once more, your lonely sigh echoing in the empty room.

You were almost comedic looking amidst the bountiful sheets as the singular figure on your lover's massive bed. You knew Lucifer would always join you eventually, when his coffee ran out and his mind refused to look at any more papers, serving to fill the bed just a bit more. In fact, Lucifer often told you he slept better ever since you started sleeping by his side, so he always made sure you two were together during the night. But you still couldn't help the loneliness in your chest, and unfortunately, your day had been an exhausting one. It wasn't long before you had to succumb to sleep without him, missing his touch and dreaming of being in his arms.

You awoke some time later to movement on the mattress. You couldn't tell how much time had passed, but given how dark it was, you'd hazard a guess it was a few hours since you fell asleep. A cold hand made its way around your waist before a hard body pressed up against you from behind, spooning you close. Without looking, you knew immediately who it was, but that didn't stop you from angling your head back, trying to catch any kind of glimpse of your lover in the darkness.

"Lucifer?" You asked, almost involuntarily.

"Yes, it's me," he replied, and took the chance to kiss you softly before settling behind you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I wanted to finish up my work and didn't realize how late it was. You can go back to sleep."

Your body rejoiced in that, wanting to return to your slumber as soon as possible. But your mind wanted otherwise. It had been a while since you'd gotten any quality alone time with the eldest demon, and even if it was brief, any time together was better than none at all.

You shook your head despite the darkness of the room, clutching to the arm around your body.

"That's ok, I want to stay awake a little longer. I've missed you." You hated how needy you sounded when you were tired, but it was the truth.

You could feel Lucifer chuckle rather than hear it, and another kiss was pressed to the back of your neck.

"I've missed you, too, my love," he said, nuzzling against you. "Nothing is right until you are in my arms like this." His words brought heat to your face, your heart aching with so much love for your hard-working demon.

Several more kisses followed, showered against your lips, your neck, and the curve of your ear, and everything in you wanted to purr at the feeling. His arm tightened around your middle, hips bumping your butt as he got as close as possible, and sparks came to life low in your belly. You couldn't help but squirm against him, his kisses and his touch always serving to rile you up in the best way, and you couldn't help but want more.

A well-placed bump of your butt into his groin made Lucifer grunt, and he retaliated with the drag of sharp canines against your skin, making you shiver. Any remaining sleepiness in you totally dissipated, replaced by the need for more. If Lucifer hadn't been holding you down, you would have turned around to get better access and deliver some kisses and bites of your own. So instead, the two of you settled for grinding and groping, your bodies heating up beneath the sheets.

Lucifer's nimble fingers quickly unbuttoned the shirt you were wearing, the pride and possessiveness within him swelling at seeing you wear his clothes— along with something else between his legs. A quick squeeze to your breast pulled a mewl out of you, and it was easy to arch up into his touch, encouraging him to continue.

With the heated, intimate atmosphere, you were quick to lose yourself in what was happening, especially as your lover's fingers squeezed and pinched at your nipples relentlessly. Having so little free time with your demon left you both needy, after all, and one thing always led to another rather quickly. But something nagged at the back of your mind, before suddenly springing forth in a tiny moment of clarity, making you gasp.

"Oh!" Lucifer's fingers stopped their movement at your exclamation. "Wait, aren't you working tomorrow? It must be so late, you need to rest."

Not that you wanted to stop, but the last thing you wanted was to be the cause of his sleep deprivation. An exasperated sigh blew across your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"No, I'm not working tomorrow. And these long nights are exactly the reason I asked to take tomorrow off." That surprised you, causing you to glance back at him. You're sure if one of Lucifer's brothers had heard that, they would be surprised too; the eldest brother never took vacation, at least not before he met you. "I've been away from you for too long, and I plan to start making it up to you, my darling."

The fingers that had been teasing your breasts began sliding down your body at a tantalizing pace, kisses decorating the back and side of your neck again as he did so. After what felt like a torturously long time, but was likely mere seconds, he reached the apex of your thighs. You hadn't even realized the way your core was throbbing, aching for his touch.

He paused for just a second at the lack of underwear, before moving onward. A single, long finger separated your folds down the middle, teasing your hole before swiping up and just barely glancing your clit. You could feel your wetness, hear it even, before he even said anything, knowing just what exactly he was feeling, and a deep, seductive hum filled your ear as he seemed to voice your thoughts.

"Hmmm, see? You're so wet for me already," he said, lips pressed to your ear now. "I've been neglecting you, clearly, not taking care of my lover's needs like I should. It's only fair that I repay you what you're owed, pleasure you to your heart's content."

His words warmed your heart, while simultaneously feeding the throbbing in your clit, desperate for more of his touch. Lucifer's work usually took priority over many things, so you hadn't expected him to think about it like this. Not that you didn't appreciate it, though.

"You haven't been neglecting me, Luci," you said. "I know how important your work is, I knew that when we got together, and you know that I support you still."

Another hum in your ear, but he stayed silent, letting you continue.

"I just want you to be able to relax a little, so you don't burn out. You haven't been neglecting me, so you don't have to take time off just to please me. Although, that means so much to me."

A beat of silence passed, and you opened your mouth to question his silence before that same long finger suddenly swiped over your clit, your slick on his finger making it glide with ease. The motion made you jolt, drawing a slight moan from your lips.

"Ahh— hey!" You protested, grabbing his arm.

He waited another moment before repeating the movement, but this time making slow, leisurely circles around the sensitive bud. Your thighs opened involuntarily, giving further access to your heat, and you couldn't help the shuddering moan you let out.

"And what if I said that me taking time off is actually for a selfish purpose?"

The words only half registered in your mind, basking in the stimulation he was giving you, and it didn't help you understand them any better.

"While it happens to be for pleasing you, I'm taking time off because I wanted to feel you beneath me all night... and all day," Lucifer teased, pleased with your reactions to his ministrations. "Instead of the sound of pen scratching on paper, I wanted to hear you moan my name until you lost your voice. And instead of feeling the cold loneliness of my study, I wanted to feel your sweet, warm little pussy squeezing my cock."

You couldn't help the groan that came out. If you could orgasm from words and voice alone, you knew that line would have done it.

"So give in to me, my love, and let me pleasure you like I've been aching for," he purred into your ear.

Your lover always knew exactly what to say, and although you were still concerned about his exhaustion and the late hour, you were beginning to lose the battle of willpower against his masterful fingers. As much as you wanted to insist that he rest, you had to admit his argument was... compelling. You finally sighed as you gave in the pleasure, relaxing against your lover as his hand continued.

"Fine," you said, reaching back to place your hand on Lucifer's cheek. "Give it all to me."

Lucifer didn't waste a second before plunging two of his fingers into you, sufficiently slick from your arousal. The heel of his hand ground against your clit simultaneously, and the pressure was heavenly. He set a good rhythm, mind-meltingly good, making you whimper from the pleasure, and a sharp cry was drawn out as he found and attacked the most sensitive spot along your walls. A moment later, a third finger slid in, working on opening you up, and you couldn't resist rocking your hips against him in response. Your hip ached from holding your leg up for him, but you couldn’t be bothered to care until you got your orgasm.

You could feel your climax building already, the lack of touch from his long working nights making you extra sensitive to it now. And your lover had all of you memorized, every moan and tremble, every little spot that made you cry his name and gush arousal.

"My sweetheart is getting so tight for me, you're already going to cum?" Lucifer asked, as if he didn't already know the answer. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You just whined in response, pushing your butt back into him, feeling his clothed erection straining behind you.

Lucifer huffed, keeping up his pace. "Look at you, you can't even answer me. I can feel how close you are, though, how badly you want this."

And he was right, you were rapidly approaching the edge. The sounds of your wetness filled the quiet room, and your body felt blazing hot. You couldn't imagine what kind of mess was between your legs as he continued playing with your cunt.

Just as you could feel your pleasure begin to peak, his fingers suddenly stopped, simply stuffing your pussy instead. The orgasm he'd been working you towards instantly began to slip away, and you tried to rock your hips again, desperate to chase it. But Lucifer anticipated your move, removing his fingers all together, and the action made you want to cry.

Wasn't he just telling you about how he wanted you to cum??

Your lover shifted behind you, but you were too at a loss to think of what he was doing. It wasn't until you felt his bare, solid length between your thighs, eagerly pressing against you and getting covered in your slick, did you realize he was preparing to take you. And as expected, Lucifer began to rock his hips forward slowly, dragging his length through your folds. His heat and his size were intoxicating, and as if you weren't already a mess from his fingers, his length was doing wonders against you.

Each time he drew back, you could feel the mushroom head press towards your entrance, and you hoped he’d finally slide in and fuck you like he promised. But your hopes were dashed as he simply moved forward again, bumping your clit instead, seemingly unaware of your growing desperation. The man was teasing you, and it drove you nuts the way he knew exactly how to press your buttons.

"Luciiiiii," you whined.

Lucifer squeezed you close, chuckling low in his chest. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “It sounds like you want something.”

“Wh– Of course I want something!" You protested. "I was going to cum and you just stopped! You just said you want to please me, and now you're teasing me instead."

"I don't believe the two are mutually exclusive." This made you huff, your eyes rolling hard in your head. "Don't be mistaken, my love. I'm going to make sure you cum as much, and as hard, as possible in the next 24 hours. But a little denial helps to sweeten the deal, doesn't it?"

You hated that he was right. Orgasms with Lucifer were powerful, and it was all thanks to his devastating combination of denial then reward. Whether it was because he was a demon, or because he had potentially hundreds of years of experience, you weren't sure. All you knew was that Lucifer could play you like his favorite instrument, and make you sing like no one else possibly could. All you could do was whine softly in response, Lucifer continuing to tease his length against you at a leisurely place until you said otherwise.

Just as you were ready to explode at him, however, you finally felt his tip press to your entrance. All the teasing and prep made it easy for him to slide in, his mushroom tip popping past the first ring of muscle with ease, making you gasp softly, but he took his time pressing in, making sure you were comfortable.

“Ohhhh, fuck…”

Even with the prep, he always gave you a good stretch, and as he bottomed out, that delicious full feeling was incomparable. The mutual relief of finally feeling each other effectively silenced you both, and all you could hear for a moment was your combined heavy breaths.

That first thrust was heavenly.

He gave you a moment to get adjusted before slowly pulling out, almost all the way, then pushed forward again. The gift of long-anticipated friction drew an involuntary moan out from your lips, the first of many for the night, and it spurred your lover on to up his pace. Once Lucifer knew you were okay, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close against him as his hips started moving faster.

You reached an arm back to touch his hip, feeling the pull of his muscle as he moved, and focused on the feel of his cock pumping between your walls. You closed your eyes, reveling in your relief and your pleasure.

“Mmh, there’s my good girl. You feel so good, so warm and wet for me,” Lucifer groaned in your ear. You couldn’t help the way it made you tighten around him, drawing a grunt from him as he pushed forward, and you certainly couldn’t help the gush of arousal that came forth, either.

Suddenly, he stopped as he adjusted the angle, raising your one leg up and moving closer, seemingly trying to find the right spot before resuming his thrusting. And he’d evidently found what he was looking for as his cock seemed to reach a new depth in you, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot deep within and immediately pulling out a cry from your lips.

“Ah, there it is,” he said, and you could hear the smug tone in his voice.

Whatever it was, he was relentless as he focused his thrusts towards it. Each press of his cock hit that same spot, just a little painful but overwhelmingly pleasurable. It was like he’d pressed the off button to your nerves, rendering your limbs as spaghetti as he increased his pace once again, your legs now forced apart by his own limb to keep that deep access. The sound of the bed rocking and heavy breathing filled the air, only adding to the close, sensual atmosphere.

“Ngh, Luciiii, it’s t-too deep,” you managed to say, your words stuttered by the thrusting. But Lucifer wasn’t giving any mercy, feeling the way your pussy hugged his cock told him everything he needed to know, keeping up his pace against your body.

“I know you can take it, love. You always take me so well. Just a little bit longer, we’re almost there.” True enough, the change in angle had you rocketing towards your climax now, that familiar pressure building up in your pelvis, and you found yourself rocking your hips in time with Lucifer seeking out the end. His own pace was beginning to suffer, clearly approaching his own end too, and you wanted to hold on long enough to meet that orgasmic crash together.

Right as you thought this, however, two nimble fingers found their way between your legs once more. Before you could even think to say anything, Lucifer’s fingers found your clit, soaked and throbbing for attention, and began to rub devastating circles on the sensitive nub. Any remaining thoughts scattered at once, the attention to your clit and the rough, deep thrusts all that were occupying your mind now, your climax closer than ever. It was all you could do to hold onto him for dear life, little whispers of “yes” and “please” escaping your lips as your pleasure began to peak.

At the same time, Lucifer pressed his lips to the side of your neck, his sharp canines denting your skin and threatening to break through. “Ohhhhh yes, cum with me, love, I can feel it. I want you to milk me, I’m going to fill you up so well, fill you with every drop I have. Cum with me,” he muttered, his pleas ending in a rush of words before his climax finally hit.

As he came, Lucifer bit down on your neck, holding you still as he grunted against your skin. You could feel the sudden rush of warmth deep inside, the sign of his cum painting your walls, and between all the sensations and the thought of taking his seed, it finally made your climax crash over you too. You couldn’t help the loud moan you let out, squeezing hard on your lover’s cock and milking him exactly as requested.

You were both a mass of trembling limbs as you rode out your orgasms, Lucifer’s hips gently rocking against you and working his seed deeper even as he started to soften inside you. You squirmed as it began to overstimulate you, and he finally, blessedly, stopped his movements. Your mind wasn’t yet back together, unable to say anything in the aftermath, but your demon lover seemed much the same, simply nuzzling your skin and kissing where he’d bit you.

He leaned up a little and his lips finally met yours, kissing you softly. Ideally, you knew you should get up and clean yourself up, but that delicious climax and the warmth of Lucifer’s body were calling you back to sleep. It didn’t help that your lover’s arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him like he was afraid you’d leave. As the darkness came to swallow you up, you figured, fuck it. Maybe just this once, you could indulge yourself, happy in the thought that your lover would be there to greet you tomorrow.

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