Sometimes all we need is a hug…
… so Diavolo decrees today to be Hug Day. I hope everyone has a great day, and if not, someone will always be there to hug you.
Thank you @cslfallen @hgvvvh @turtleybeachin @flappingdragon @revoleotion @ruewrites; you all know what you did.
A special thanks to @gurgurlac for being my first fan here and a special special thanks to @possum-with-anxiety for going down my entire catalogue of work and liking everything, even the most unhinged of nonsense lol. Don’t think I don’t notice the shenanigans going on in my notes.
And, though I won’t tag everyone, I hope you know that I appreciate you in particular, the person looking at this message, because even though I don’t know you, the fact that you can see me means that you and I exist in this infinite cosmos together, drawn together by the randomest of forces. Closing the gap only takes a hello.
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scumbledcrumblo hanscome bearing a req 🦚 (i am pee cock)
i will beg on my hands and knees for more of that succulent juicy thirst quenching toe curling mephisto fluff you wrote a couple dayz ago
or anything like that with ANY character
the demons possessed me when i wrote those words!! i need to formulate a recipe on how to get that perfect level of je ne sais qoi.. there are a couple drafts i have that seem to be just missing something idk brah!!
heres another day dream i had at a work meeting wishing i was hanging out with the gang ‼️bcs nothing makes me sleepier than office and professional environments
(540 words).
Obviously safety lies within the power of the prince, the duke, and the right hand. Falling asleep in a work environment is the best.
“MC, you need to wake up,” you hum noncommittally at the voice rousing you from your slumber. “Lucifer can assist you, but you need to stand up.”
Barbatos’ face is the first sight that greets your tired eyes. A kind smile graces him, and his gloves hover over your shoulder in case you need assistance.
Lucifer and Diavolo stand a couple feet away, both looking at you. Oh. You hope they aren’t annoyed.
Lucifer walks to you and Barbatos, “come on, MC. I’ll help you back to the House of Lamentation.”
You flop back onto the couch cushion and roll over, blatantly ignoring Lucifer. Diavolo does a poor job of muffling his snicker.
“MC, come on, we need to get home.” Lucifer’s gloved hand runs over your hair tenderly.
“Mghmm.” Sleep pulls your eyes down back into darkness and you bask in the cool hand on your forehead.
“Awh, Lucifer, let the human rest. They can stay here for the night, can’t they?” Diavolo takes pity on you, besides selfish intentions to keep you to himself for the night.
“I… I’d rather not break routine, and who knows what my insolent brothers will get up to in my prolonged absence.”
“You may return to the House of Lamentation,” Barbatos points out blandly.
The hand on your forehead disappears and Lucifer huffs.
“I’ll stay with them.”
“Very well,” Diavolo says funnily. “Barbatos, could you prepare a room for them to share?”
“Share?” Barbatos hesitates.
Lucifer gives Diavolo a skeptical look, and Barbatos takes leave.
Lucifer’s hand comes off your head and you groan, seeking the smoothness. He hushes you softly and then his hands are snaking under your knees and back, and you’re floating. The scent of Lucifer fills your lungs when you plant your face into the demon carrying you, a tired, pleased hum leaving you.
The footsteps sounding around you let you know Lucifer is not walking alone; Diavolo is close behind him. When they stop Lucifer hesitates at the door.
“Lord Diavolo, are you… intending on resting with us?”
“Well, if you’re offering!” He responds too quickly and eagerly.
“I was not, Lord Diavolo, but if you are set on it….”
You giggle into Lucifer’s coat and feel him sigh. The door opens and Barbatos ushers you three inside. Lucifer tosses you onto the bed with less grace than he intended (probably), and Diavolo launches himself next to you, pushing his face into your hair giddily, like a kid being told they can eat sweets all day. The bed dips on the opposite side of Diavolo and Lucifer lowers himself next to you, barely touching.
Barbatos’ eyes are heavy on you and you crack them open to gaze back. You motion for him to come closer, join the warmth of the demons around you. And boy is it warm.
Diavolo is nearly uncomfortably hot, and Lucifer radiates heat, but it’s so nice right now. You groan into the mattress, pleased.
And as you slip into dreams once again, Barbatos sits on the edge of the bed, a hand coming onto your ankle to hold.
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Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?
He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.
He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.
He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.
So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.
It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.
He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.
To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.
So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.
Which.
No. No no no no no.
Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.
He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.
If Bruce won't foot the bill, he will.
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tribbing is amazing. like yeah i get it scissoring is not a thing but tribbing IS a thing and if you haven’t tried it you SHOULD. i am personally a longtime fan. the girl i was having sex with tonight isn’t as flexible as i am but she still loved it and word to the wise, it’s fully about finding the best position, so don’t be shy. have fun and enjoy the process. finally feeling her pussy against mine and helplessly dragging my nails down her thigh and her hip when she took control. fuck. so wet and drippy. we basically lost our goddamn minds at the end there when i told her i was close and i was going to cum. i grabbed her thigh and pulled her as close to me as i could and my brain completely shut off for my body to keep rhythm and go even faster. i literally cannot stop thinking about how good she sounded when i started trying to tell her i was close. “are you close because i’m— fuck i’m really close i know i’m going to cum soon so i want— fuck. i want you to cum with me. okay? fuck oh my god you feel so good. right there yes—” and then i can’t help it. i really can’t. i’m digging my nails into her thigh and holding her down against me and rocking my hips harder and faster and she’s building up this moaning with me like our voices themselves are fucking in their own rhythm, one after another after another, on top and over and under and blending together while we cum. her body tensing and she’s trying to keep up with me at the end there but i’m not letting her move anymore. i just want her to take it. that’s all i’m thinking about— fucking her through it. ugh. so good. so so good. it’s worth it if you want it <3
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OK but the Top Three (Diavolo, Lucifer, and Barbatos. Idk what their group name is of anyone knows please tell me) are definitely all into marking. Expect they're all into it in different ways.
Barbatos absolutely loves feeling bruised after a scene. He loves the feeling of sitting in the council room and having shift because his ass is still raw. He loves the feel of his shirt fabric against his back wounds from your whip. He loves waking around feeling abused and used.
Diavolo is definitely into bite marks. They make him feel claimed and wild. That you lose control of yourself and couldn't help but mark up and claim him as yours. Also is big into lipstick kiss marks for similar reasons. Will try and talk you into leaving a lipstick mark on his shirt collar no matter your gender. Only gets talked out of it when you mention that the newspaper club will definitely notice.
Lucifer loves permanent marker. He loves being labeled things like "slut" and "whore" and "Mc's fucktoy" and hiding the text underneath his uniform. He can't stop thinking about what other people will think, what they would say, if they knew what was written clear as day just under a few layers of fabric.
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