A series of adventures with Lucifer and his brothers. Featuring big titty anime bitches and Captain jack sparrow.
When I wrote this I was not in my right mind yet I thought why not lose the 5 followers I do have. #diavoloandluci :)
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"Do my tits look good in this?" I stood in front of a full length mirror lined with fairy lights that illuminated my voluptuous bod. The yellow bikini bottoms crept up my ass in an undeniably irritating way and the bikini top barely covered my tits but overall I looked good...I looked, presentable.
"You look fine just don't open your legs at any point or you'll unleash the wilderbeast and nobody wants to see her"
Asmodeus flung the magazine he was reading onto the other side of my bed and rolled over.
"Don't be an asshole Asmo, I'm serious about this. Do I look good or not?"
"Yes okay Jesus you look fine but don't go lookin at me all horrified if that thing flies off mid slide"
"God I cannot believe Lucifer turned me down last night, I don't get him" I scoffed while yanking up my bikini straps once more.
"Should I get a tan?" The aloof boy on my bed said with a sigh, he was pulling at a piece of his skin and scrunching up his face as if visibly disgusted by his complexion.
"Why? And are you even listening to me you frog socket"
Before either of us could answer each other's questions Satan walked in.
He made direct eye contact with my pubes that sprouted out from my bikini bottoms, turned on his heels and left. The faint sound of sobbing rang out through the halls for a long time before finally stopping.
"Maybe I should change" I say afterwards, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Or shave your fucking Wolverine"
"Your an asshole Asmodeus"
"And your Scott McCall, we all have our faults now hand me that nail garnish and get a new bathing suit. This is a fucking pool party not a charity event for virgins"
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The pool was filled with blood red water and the smell of chlorine threatened to burn my eyes from their sockets but the place was well lit with high strung party lights and the seating was arranged perfectly around the bbq where Beelzebub stood cooking up a storm...a literal storm. The amount of smoke coming from that fossilised bbq could choke a hog. Speaking of, Diavolo walks from the patio to the pool, scans it for a moment and then rips of his shirt and jumps in. The only unusual thing about that was that he wasn't wearing pants to begin with. I scan the area for my beloved Lucifer and low and behold he's standing by the door, fully tuxed out as if going to a ball. "Lucifer you get this is a pool party don't cha?" I hear Mammon say to him. "And...?" "And your wearing a suit..." I chime in, walking across the patio in a hot pink swimsuit that conceals all. "Y/n that's the most modest you've dressed since you arrived in Devildom, how nice to see you so...presentable" Lucifer said snidely
"Thanks hon, now would you talk to me in private for a second?"
"Y/n I am not in the mood to listen to anything you have to say at this present moment"
