When Their Shy S/O Asks To Do It: Lucifer

When Their Shy S/O Asks To Do It: Lucifer

((There will be multiple parts dedicated to each character. Hope you guys enjoy Lucifer's part, even though there's no smut. Some suggestive scenes though.))

He noticed you glancing at the clock every now and again. You would fidget with your hands and then steal a glance at him, only to quickly look away. He could tell you wanted to ask him something but your shy nature was preventing you from voicing what you wanted to say. So, he calls out to you,

"MC, what's the matter?"

You blushed and shook your head. "It's-Its nothing!," you stuttered. You could feel Lucifer's eyes boring into you, but still you avoided his gaze. The Avatar of Pride sighed and stood from his chair, making careful strides towards you.

You jumped, startled, when you felt his hand on your shoulder and turned your head to see him sitting beside you. Lucifer brought you to his chest, concern resting on his features as he stared at you.

"Tell me, MC. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's bothering you."

As his arms wrapped around you, your face became buried in his chest. You caught a whiff of his scent and it made your head spin, making your already flushed face heat up a couple more degrees. You were nervous to say what was troubling you.

Nervous to say you were feeling...needy.

You knew Lucifer would never make fun of you for asking. If anything, he would immediately stop what he was doing just to attend to your needs, your unsatisfied desires. But it was hard for you to muster that courage to say it.

Even practicing in front of a mirror couldn't help you.

However, being in Lucifer's embrace calmed your nerves enough to ease your racing mind. You felt you could do it. You had to do it. Otherwise, the rising heat in your belly will never be cooled.

Exhaling out a sigh, you raised your head to meet Lucifer's red eyes. Those concerned, worrying ruby orbs stared back into yours. He watched as your lips parted and you spoke, "I was wondering..."

"Wondering what, love?"

The soft tone of Lucifer's voice had you lower your head again, causing the anxious demon to worry more. Yet, you continued.

"I was just wondering if it's too early...to-to go back to the bedroom."

It was then that Lucifer connected your earlier behavior to now and understood why you were so nervous. He chuckled softly, making you look at him with a red face. You wanted to hide now.

You brought your hands to cover your face, but they were stopped by another pair of hands. Your chin was lifted and you saw Lucifer's smirking face. Blushing, you tried to look away, but Lucifer kept your gaze solely on him.

"My dear MC," he said, his voice soft and caressing your reddened ears. "You want me? Is that what you were trying to tell me, love?"

"Y-yes," you stammered. Looking at the Avatar of Pride was beginning to fuel to the starter fire inside. "I'm saying I want you."

Lucifer let out an amused huff. You squeaked as you were suddenly picked up, only to be laid back down on the sofa with Lucifer on top of you. His eyes were focused on your lips. His smirked widened when he brought his leather gloved hand to your chin, using his thumb to swipe at your bottom lip. You subconsciously licked your bottom lip, making Lucifer sit up to loosen his tie. He stared down at you as he asked you this,

"Then do you want to go back to the bedroom? Or should I take you here on this sofa, right in my office, my needy MC?"

Belphegor 💜

tadashi w a lip ring. that's all.

when yamaguchi told you that he had a surprise for you, you didn’t expect this.

you expected something sweet — some chocolate, your favorite drink, or even one of his old karasuno hoodies that he likes to give you when it gets colder out.

but when tadashi shows up at your door tonight, you’re floored to say the least.

“no. way,” is all that comes out of your mouth. he looks at you with a look that screams ‘it was impulsive, please say you like it.’

“do you like it?” he steps into your apartment, toeing off his shoes before shrugging his jacket off his shoulders.

"let me see it again," you twirl around his figure, ogling at the silver ring in his lip. honestly, you'd never expect tadashi to do something like this, especially with an office job lined up right after he graduates in a couple months, but for some reason, you can't stop thinking about how good he looks — his hair frames his face and falls past his eyes. his lips, although delicate, make him look as if he's been kissed a thousand and one times. they're naturally pink, but the piercing enhances the rosy hue you love so much.

"it looks really good. like, really good."

and now, you're staring at his lips.

and he's leaning in as if it's second nature.

"woah, wait, shouldn't you hold off on the kissing?" you push him away gently and a groan bubbles in his chest.

"three weeks."

"what?"

"no kissing for three weeks."

"so we're both gonna suffer from this?"

"but only for three weeks! after that, you get a boyfriend with a cool lip ring and even cooler kisses!"

"i still can't believe you just… went out and did that. not very like you mr. needs-his-google-calendar-to-function.”

"i was getting bored of how i looked,” he twiddles with the sleeve of his sweater. “and the guys kept saying that i could never do anything wild, so i wanted to prove them wrong… i thought you'd like it too.”

"i do.” you nod, and he smiles. “it’s hot, i won't even lie.”

his ears burn red, and your thoughts trail to what his lip ring might feel like against your warm skin — how it would feel against the column of your neck where he kisses you every night.

he clears his throat and looks away, but you catch the way he scratches the back of his head (his nervous habit. it’s cute, and he’s been doing it since you started dating).

and maybe, he’s thinking about it, too — how the ring would feel against your lips, your jaw, your shoulders.

waiting three weeks will be a challenge, especially when tadashi needs your kisses like air, but it’ll all be worth it, he thinks, if it means that you’ll continue to admire his lips like you are right now.

something about college bf ! kenma has me giggling n twirling my hair🤭

kenma that has his hair in a claw clip that you got him, now being a pro and twirling it into said clip

kenma that gives you a key to his apartment and isn’t surprised when he feels you behind him, hands on his shoulders as he works on another last minute assignment

kenma who holds your hands all the time, because “they’re really soft, i dunno, i just find them comforting”

kenma who’s known widely around campus as ‘that one box dyed quiet guy’ but to you, is your chaotic, beautiful boyfriend

kenma who stays up til odd hours with you, doing stupid things and screaming at eachother while you game

kenma who only laughs at your jokes because “we have the same humor , obviously. we’re just better than everyone else.”

kenma who refuses to give back anything you lend him. clothes, clips, books, pens, he keeps everything of yours. he also wears your clothes half the time to campus, but no one really knows that it’s yours. they just assume he has a very spontaneous dressing style.

kenma who cannot go a day without you scratching his under cut, running your nails over it and massaging all his worries away.

kenma who looks at you with heart eyes whenever you talk about your course, because “you just light up when you talk sometimes, it’s really cute to look at”

kenma who sends you the sweetest ‘hey, i know you’re asleep but..’ paragraphs at ungodly times, so you wake up happy

kenma who confessed by pulling up to your house with a boom box playing ‘pluto projector’ and waiting for you to let him in. he sat down on the couch and made you listen to him recall every moment that led up to him falling inlove with you.

“and then there was that time when you made me coffee when i was working, even though i told you to fuck off and..” he looks at you with shiny, gleaming eyes,” you sat on the floor next to me, and waited, and when i was done you said you were proud-,” he stops himself from raising his voice, hands finding your own as stray strands of bleach- blond hair fall into his eyes at the aggression of his movement,” i can’t remember the last time someone saw me, my work, my effort. they always thought i wasn’t trying or that i didn’t care to try but you, yn,” your best friend got close, so close that you couldn’t breathe, so close that if he was any closer - you think he’d kiss you,

kenma was breathless trying to explain- trying to get his point across as he continued,“you always saw me. who i am and who i’m not. and i realised that the reason you never got tired of me is because you couldn’t get enough of me and god,” a loud sigh left his lips as a wide smile etched across his face ,” i’ve never felt more wanted in my life. “

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a/n - i was thinking abt csm and i thought about this! i love angel devil so uh, have angst LOL. this can be read as platonic or romantic!! have this collection of one shots. u can look up angel devil for image ref but his devil abilities are more visible here! anyways thanks for reading, have a nice day/night! titled, "don't go",, also to add salt in the wound, listen to "veil" by Keina Suda if you get the meaning behind it lol

↬ cw: canon typical angst, canon death, spoilers if you haven't read the manga

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The Angel Devil, as they call it, is a demon that appears before humans on the brink of their deaths. That is how they feed. Rather than killing humans in brutal ways and feasting on them, using their Blood Art, they can absorb a mortal's lifespan with a simple touch. Many humans have been spreading rumors of a humanoid entity with long, enormous fluffy wings, and a halo on top of their heads appearing amongst the sickly or dying relatives. They hear them comforting them, then give them a simple caress or a kiss on the cheek.

"It's nice to see you again, old friend."

When Kagaya heard the loud flaps of wings nearing his room, then the silent thud on the tatami mats, he knew it was them, and his smile widened. He heard his oldest friend scoff, the sounds of clothing shifting and their presence nearing him indicated that they sat right in front of him.

"Technically," They drawled, an arm atop their propped-up knee as they let out a small yawn. "You can't, you're blind." It has been years since they last saw each other, both busy with their duties. Kagaya laughed, and to them, it sounded like the gentle tunes of wind chimes, it rang through the light gusts of wind and rippled through their hollowed body.

It was a beautiful sound, one that they could listen to all day long and let their shoulders sag, to sit back and appreciate the beauty that surrounded them.

They didn't even know they could get goosebumps until he heard him laugh after years of separation.

"I'm glad your humor is still the same," He says in a regal fashion. The smile the always wore on his lips was different. It was wide and genuine, the smile he always gives them when he's with them. They felt flustered, looking away from their friend. "I hope you could've visited me, us, more."

"I'm a demon first, angel second," They simply said, eyeing the children peeking through the small opened crack of the shoji doors. "I do not wish to mingle with humans. You know this, right?" Their sharpened nails dug into the cloth of their kimono, chest heavy.

"And yet here you are, in my room, and accepted a huge favor I've asked of you years ago." He gestured for his children to enter the room, startling the poor demon as they scrambled back, anxious that the small (adorable) copies of Kagaya may touch them.

"Don't misunderstand my intentions, I simply accepted it for the ample food source." They lied, and Kagaya knew. With the guide of his children, he took a sip from a cup of tea, offering one to his dear friend, to which they declined. They were more human that they give themselves credit for.

Kagaya asked for a favor. To give his slayers a gentle death. To fight against demons and let them die peacefully. To guide them. To comfort them.

The two friends sat in silence. The demon prepared for the worst.

"Have my lifespan shorted once more? Is that why you're here?" Kagaya asked as if it wasn't a big deal. They bit their bottom lip, abhorring the fact that they could hear the resignation in his voice. It was foul, sickening bile creeping up their throat but washed it away by drinking the slightly cooled tea that they once declined and refused to answer.

And yet, Kagaya knew.

So he changed the subject. "May I have a kiss?"

"Are you stupid?" Their jaw hanged opened, baffled at the sudden request from their dearest and only friend. Kagaya laughed once more and their willpower was slowly being crushed.

"On the cheek, of course. Possibly my forehead or my hand if you're not quite alright with it."

"Do you want to die early?"

"Of course not." He replied, listening to the pitter-patter of his children's footsteps whilst they left the room. Kagaya could imagine their expression. Sharp teeth bared, nostrils flaring, and a glare. But listening to the tone of their voice, the small crack in the middle of their sentence, the slight breathlessness.

He knew it was quite the opposite of what he originally imagined.

"Not a human wishes to pass on early, I am simply asking for a kiss from a friend who has refused to touch me." He heard them click their tongue, but he continued, a somber smile gracing his lips. "I am blind, so I am unable to be ever graced by your ethereal being once again. A kiss will surely brighten my days, for you will leave as fast as you've arrived."

"Speak of the truth, Ubuyashiki Kagaya." They spat, eyes damp. When he didn't answer, they growled. "You've foreseen how you die, am I correct?" And they knew they struck gold when Kagaya closed his eyes. They felt their dead heart drop.

"It would be best if you aren't here on the day I die, my dear friend." He heard another thump against the tatami mats. He could only assume that the demon has laid on the floor. "I... ask of you to guide my children—"

"You don't have to ask for more anymore." They cut them off, shuffling close to the sickly man. "A kiss for a dying man." They say, voice twinged with sadness that Kagaya almost regretted his request.

That night, Kagaya, for the first time in his life, truly felt the gentle kiss of death. Soothing, and reassuring, the fear that gripped his heart faded into nothing. He was ready, and he accepted it.

But the angelic demon, who has gifted countless mortals a quick, painless death with a simple kiss, couldn't. For the first time in their life, tears fell.

"Gods, please don't go." They wracked out a sob, clutching on their only friend's kimono. "Curse you for befriending me when none of your predecessors did! Curse you for earning a special place in my heart! Curse you!" They hissed, his hands wrapped around their torso.

They wanted to reprimand him for touching them, but they knew he'd hit them with an excuse. 'I'm touching the cloth!'

Kagaya could only smile. Their cries reminded him of the light rains on sunny days, wetting his kimono but he could care less. It was a rare occurrence, but still as beautiful as the cold, dark rains. "Thank you for finally being honest, old friend."

"What's gotten into you, angel?" Kanae giggled, a carefree, serene expression on her face, as always.

Their dead heart ached as they clutched their own kimono, forcing a neutral face, as they always had. The cherry blossoms were blooming at this time of year and they had taken a seat on one of the branches, looking down at Kanae Kocho. It was the only safe space for him to be because among the borders of the Butterfly Mansion, were wisteria trees.

"You've come to visit more often than usual." She says, jumping up to the branch they sat on, scaring them out of their skin with how close she was to them. Kanae gave them a teasing smile, jumping to another branch, not too far away but not close enough to be within the reach of each other. "Is this a confession that you truly do enjoy my company?"

And as much as they wanted to lie, they couldn't. The weight was beginning to be unbearable to carry as more days went by. Their mouth was oddly dry, and their hands were sweaty and clammy. Kanae noticed course, she's never seen her demon friend be so out of character.

"...I suppose." They answered. The sunlight's brightness hurt their eyes the more they looked around their surroundings, pressing their knees against their chest and hugging their legs. Their long hair cascaded down their face, blocking some of their features, and their big, cloud-like wings fluttered against the wind. The angel wanted to say more, but it was stuck at the tip of their tongue. They couldn't even look at her.

All the while, Kanae's breath was taken. They looked absolutely mesmerizing, forgetting for a moment that their dear friend wasn't an angel, similar to those written in books from different countries, but a demon that eats humans' lives to sustain itself. But similar to those angels, they looked so otherworldly. Their halo shined brightly against the sunlight that peaked through the petals of the cherry blossom tree, pure white wings that never got stained by blood or dirted by dirt, and a face so divine.

It looked like they belonged under the sun, not in the shadows of darkness. Kanae thought that death certainly wouldn't be that bad if she saw them appear before her, singing heavenly tunes that the dead could only hear.

The two of them ignored the reasoning behind their frequent visits. The two of them ignored the reasoning behind the solemn stares she's been receiving from them, nor the flowers they'd been giving her for the past few days, nor the cries she's heard outside of her mansion, on the roof, late at night.

Even the wails of an angel were beautiful, she thought on those nights.

They've been a good friend being discreet about it too. The last thing she wanted was for her sister to know.

"Please don't go," They mutter under their breath, burying their face against their knees and hugging his legs tighter. They aren't sure if she could hear them, but they continued. "You're more of an angel than I've ever been in my eyes. A few humans had outlived their 'deadline' lest I touch them... I want to help you but..."

Kanae let out a sigh, and they tensed. Sitting next to them on the branch they sat on, they refused to look at her, afraid that if they did, tears would start falling once more. "I appreciate the concern, my dear friend! I'll be one of those mortals that outlived your so-called 'deadline'."

Lies, they wanted to say but they kept their mouth shut.

"May I ask a favor though?"

"Anything,"

"Look after my sister." Kanae scooted closer to them, and they raised their head. They looked into her eyes, soft and filled with sorrow. They gulped, nodding. They could never refuse her either way, no matter the cost. Shinobu would surely grow to hate them.

"Thank you, angel! I'm at ease." Kanae's shoulders drooped as she took off her haori and placed it on their back. Confused, about to ask what she was doing, but their words got caught in their throat when Kanae laid her head on their shoulder. They let out a strained surprised noise but didn't push her off.

"You know, you look so ethereal under the sun. You're like an actual angel." She mumbled, closing her eyes. They wanted to tell her that they were a demon, but they didn't have the heart to ruin this peaceful moment. "It would really be great if you were there for me."

Running a hand through their hair, sighing heavily. "...I'll make sure to give you a peaceful death..." They promised, but they knew they wouldn't be able to keep it.

"Don't go," Was the last thing Sabito heard from them before he stormed off.

He gripped the handle of his sword tightly, gritting his teeth. The two friends had a fight a day before the Final Selection. One moment, they were just talking about whatever, eating together, and pulling pranks on Urokodaki-san (they always fail, but it never stopped them to keep trying) then all of the sudden, his angelic friend started begging him to quit trying to be a slayer.

Sabito knew that the Final Selection would have its trials and tribulations, but did they lack that much faith in him? He had endured the strenuous training given by an ex-Hashira for years on end, swinging his damned chipped sword for gods knows how many times, and slicing that huge boulder in half.

He deserved to participate in this damned exam.

Sabito shouldn't have gotten close to that damned demon. He never understood why Urokodaki-san trusted them enough to allow them to sleep in his own home, watch and coach his students and keep them company when he was out. It felt disgusting. A former Hashira housing a demon? The very beings that Slayers dedicated their lives to eradicate?

Despite this, they all trusted them.

Makomo was the first. Their bored, uncaring exterior never bothered her one bit, and spoke to them as if they were human. She trusted Urokodaki-san, the man that gave them a home and trained them to be great slayers. So if he trusts them, that means she can too.

It blossomed into a beautiful friendship. Sabito won't deny it. A demon is still a demon. No matter how beautiful or kind that demon is.

But, then came Giyuu.

He expected the boy to hate the so-called 'angel' as he did, but it was the exact opposite. Sabito was surprised to see him almost leap at them upon recognition. It turned out, they gave his sister a somewhat peaceful death and led him away from the demon as a favor. They didn't expect to see Giyuu once again, but they welcomed them warmly.

There were a lot of things that they'd never told him. He didn't want to trust them. In the end, he grew closer to them than the two ever did.

So, maybe when they told him to quit, he should've trusted them. Maybe if he listened to their warnings, heard them out for lending him and Makomo a hand during the Final Selection.

But he pushed them away. He didn't want their help. Sabito believed that he and Makomo can make it out just fine. That they'll be official slayers once this was over.

Of course, he was wrong.

His sword snapped in half. Sabito never felt this much pain in his whole life. He was practically covered with his own blood, all the while he heard Makomo scream out in frustration. He couldn't move, his bones are probably broken.

A shadow loomed over his dying body, and he closed his eyes when he saw it was that disgusting demon's hand.

"Move away for a moment, Hand Demon." A voice, so pristine and melodic reached his ears. The sounds of fluttering wings can be heard throughout the field as the wind around them changed. He could hear the demon sputter as it retract its arm away from him.

Sabito's eyes fluttered open.

In their hand was a white sword with intricate designs, covered with the Hand Demon's blood. In their face was an expression he's never seen on his friend's face until now. Brows furrowed, nose flared and teeth bared.

Rage.

"What!? And let you have my well-deserved meal!?" The demon quickly refuted and launched a barrage of arms toward them. Sabito wanted to call out to them, to hold his sword and protect them, but in a flash, its multiple arms were cut clean. Sabito saw them barely move an inch.

"You can have them," They say, face morphing back to their neutral state. A face that hid the inner turmoil and despair in their heart. "They're good as dead... I just want to say goodbye."

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard the gentle sounds of bells ringing in his ears. His body moved and was wrapped around by something white, smooth, and soft. Was it their wings? For the first time since he entered the Final Selection, he felt at ease. Sabito opened his mouth to say something, anything but closed it when he felt their hand on his cheek, gently caressing his bloodied skin.

"It's okay," They sighed, ignoring the foul smell of their blood that stained their kimono and wings, ignoring the stares of the demons that surrounded them. All that mattered were their two dying friends in their wings, giving them comfort and taking their pain away. "You can sleep."

Slowly, his eyes closed. His body sank further into their wings as all his regrets, doubts and anger washed away. He wanted to apologize, clutching into their arm with the last of his strength but he didn't need to hear them speak or see their face to know that they'd already forgiven him.

Throughout the whole forest, on the last day of the Final Selection, many of the surviving slayers heard the melodic cries of an angel. Singing of mourning and death. It was beautiful and pleasant, the wind turning into soft breezes whilst the sun's rays slowly made their way onto their skin.

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u - undo, how do they attempt to be forgiven for making you upset? what do you need to do after making them upset to get their forgiveness? 

It's in moments like this that Lucifer silently curses his pride. He is all too aware that you would never intentionally throw yourself in harms way without reason. "You aren't invincible," but still he seethes, anger veiled beneath a low tone bordering on a hiss. 

“I know.” 

"And yet, you continue to act with such stupidity that would give the impression that you are." He's being harsh, unnecessarily so, you shrink with each sentence that comes out of his mouth. It doesn’t help that any defense you could have is met with pushback from him.

"You were in trouble, I was just-" he was terrified. You had jumped out in front to defend him, almost getting yourself injured in the process. Terror in it’s purest forms settled itself inside his chest, it constricted his lungs until breathing seemed impossible. But as you stand before him now, apologetic in every sense of the word, he doesn't convey those feelings to you.

"I don't need your protection. Not when it will most likely end up with you dead." No. Instead he scolds you. And regret quickly settles in as you stare at him in silence. In those moments where nothing passes between the two of you but air, he reconsiders his actions. 

He could forgive you for just about anything if you apologized sweetly enough, but the thought of you sacrificing yourself for him, frightens him. Fear is not something he is familiar with and he realises that perhaps he should be telling you this instead of chiding you for good intentions.

The silences ends. Hurt flashing across your features, and then anger. "I'm sorry for being so weak that my protection offends you." You pause, a glare preceding your next words. "Next time I'll just stand to the sidelines and watch you get hurt then." Sarcasm drips from your mouth like venom, and sting him they do.

He tries about everything to gain your forgiveness, except for actually communicating his feelings. Flowers, chocolates, hand written notes that say he's sorry, as well as texts along the same lines. But when it comes to sharing with you how deeply fear dug its claws into his spine, he avoids it at every turn.

However, he'll go great lengths for your forgiveness. Even if he must confess, in a voice so small he forgets that its his own.

"I was afraid."

x - x-ray, what are some of their thoughts when with you that they don’t say aloud? 

You have a tendency of letting yourself into Lucifer’s study, claiming that you’re only doing it to make sure he remembers to take a break. Not that he minds, while he might sigh thinking about how much more work he has to do before he retires for a night, your presence is very much appreciated. 

Every time he reasons to himself that five minutes of respite from paragraphs of proposals wouldn’t hurt in the slightest. Only for those five minutes to teeter closer to an hour mark, sometimes even two. For some reason, every time, you both check the time, and realise its been far longer than five minutes, surprise follows. 

You apologise for keeping him so long, but he always tells you to not apologise as he’s always happy to spend time with you. “I’ll let you get back to work.” It’s why, despite knowing if you stay he’ll never finish his tasks, that as you leave, he thinks to himself:

‘Don’t leave, not yet.’