One shots

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Lucifer/OC ( a little angsty, comfort/fluff)

"You're fucking with me." Claire frowned.

"Ah, darling I wish I was. But no, I'm not, as you say, fucking with you." Asmo sighed, grinning as he realised Claire's scowl had grown as she caught the innuendo.

"You horny demon!" Claire seethed, throwing a pillow in his direction, which he avoided easily enough.

"Darling! Watch the hair, please." Asmo gasped, running a hand through his luscious crown of hair.

"No. What do you mean Luci knows I've been acting stupid?" The question came out as a growl, and Claire refrained from attempting anything on the House of Lamentation's roof.

"He saw your human records, Claire. He knows you're talented, and he's seen your achievements in you human school. So, he knows you've been slacking off in the Devildom." Asmo watched as her face went from panic to pure annoyance.

"No! Asmo. I don't want to try in school again. Can't he just take the Bs I've given him?" Claire groaned as she put her hands down in her hands.

"I have an idea, but are you willing to take the risk?" Asmo's eyes glinted with mischief, and she knew she should have said no, but she didn't feel like playing Lucifer's nice student tonight.

A long black dress with an impossibly high slit later, and she was starting to see Asmo's intention.

"You're taking me to the Fall." It wasn't a question, just a confirmation.

"That's right. And we're going to make my dear brother realise that he has to take whatever you want to give." Asmo grinned, slipping on the gold claw on her finger.

"Asmo, I rarely say this, but I love what you're doing." Claire muttered, admiring her newly adorned hands.

"Last touch, darling." Asmo was, undoubtedly satisfied with the way she looked, down to the tantalising dangle choker with its longest piece resting between her collarbones, dipping down to the neckline of her dress.

"My, my Claire. You could easily pull demons all over you, perhaps almost as easily as I do." Asmo ruffled up her hair, giving her a grin fit for a demon of lust.

"If you dare, you could rile Lucifer up with a demon or two tonight." Asmo whispered, teasing her hair.

"Who knows? Maybe I might."

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"Oh Diavolo. You seem like one of the Fall's regulars." Satan remarked, looking up from his book.

"That better be a compliment, Satan." Claire raised a brow at him.

"Oh, it is. Regulars are mostly higher demons with remarkable strength." Satan gave her another once-over.

"Does Lucifer know his lover is going out like this?" Belphie asked, smile widening as she gave a non-committal answer.

"Daring, Claire. Tell me if you need someone to hide you tonight." Belphie gave her a wink, settling into the couch.

"Now why would she need to hide-" His words died in his throat, eyes ablaze -lust or anger, she wasn't sure- as he stared at his lover.

"Claire. Where do you plan on going tonight?" Lucifer asked, eyes halted as he caught sight of the choker, teasing as it winked at the top of her dress.

"Oh, here and there. No worries, your brother agreed to be my chaperone for the night. Work peacefully, Luci." Claire smiled, pecking his lips as she moved to make her escape.