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ireblogtheshitiwanttosavehere · 25 days

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more gaz plz 🙏🏽🙏🏽 (anything will do hehe)

(majority afab visuals but i have some amab ones too, mdni 18+)

okay take all of the gaz visuals i saved with him solely in mind. i'm sorry in advance if the links don't work/the accounts get suspended! btw the links work if you have an account i think! it doesn't work when i try it from an incognito tab.

mmm, this is a very desperate gaz. can't get enough of pounding into you, can't even stop himself. you'll be whining under him and just having to take it, i'm sorry, but he really can't help it. you're shocked because you just came and he hasn't stopped moving his hips! he probably has too and is just fucking his cum even deeper into you. he pants n grunts n groans so helplessly as you look at him in the most fucked out state. "ahh, m'sorry. m'sorry, can't help it. can't get enough. i can't stop, can't stop, can't stop." and he's pulling another one out of the both of you right away. frantic thrusting of his hips because he just can't leave you. (this one is my fave visual lmfao)

for my afab!babes, gaz eats pussy like this. likes to squeeze those pussylips together and just dig his tongue in between to reach that clit. will swirl it around and loves the feeling of your pussy sandwiching his tongue and like he has to fight it just to get in there and taste you. make him work for his meal, why don't you? also uses it as a form to tease you often. you want him to fully taste you, hm? but he's so happy just doing this. doesn't even properly take those pretty panties off because this is easier and simpler. doesn't need an elaborate dressing up of his favorite meal to enjoy it. laps at that clit so nicely but so slowly you're going to start riding his face soon and forcing him deeper into your pussy. little do you know that he wants just that.

again, gaz is a tease. and he WILL tease you in this way with zero regrets. without a doubt he will stick his dick in you, just barely. it has you crying in frustration because you're so pent up and horny. he won't thrust in you and makes you work for it entirely. except you don't have the strength to fully fuck yourself on him he's gotten you to such a state. you're just fucking yourself on his thick tip as he watches with a smug smirk. might spank your ass so it jolts you a little deeper but you think that's when he's going to start just pounding into you. frustrates you to no end that he won't go in all the way as you're squirming and twitching for more. but if you're bad he'll tell you that you only get to cum on his tip and that's it, if you don't then too bad. so better get to work throwing that ass back on him.

okay that being said, sometimes (sometimes) gaz is too pent up to tease you. he will end up fucking into you just like you want. and i like to think that this is a prime example of it. just lets you lay there while he fucks your tight ass. pounds you so nice and does all the work because he just wants to feel you clenching around him. if you try to rise up or ride back on him, he'll slap your ass and push you between the shoulder blades to keep you down. just wants to see the bounce of your ass against him as you're muffling your sounds in the sheets. let him have this and he'll cum deep inside.

for my amab!lovies, i imagine him not being able to hold himself back and draping himself over your back as he desperately humps into you. will reach around the front and start jerking you off too since your dick is better in his hands than flopping up and down from how hard he's fucking into you. makes sure to reach deep into your ass while pumping his fist up and down your own cock so that it leaks all over your tummy. loves when it drips down his hand so if he thinks you haven't cum enough for it to do so you bet he's flipping you on your back so he can make sure it does. won't stop going until it drips to his wrist because to him that's when you've cum enough. basically like this.

also, also, also! this truly convinces me that gaz is truly never relinquishes control when you ride him. you'll be thrusting yourself on him and riding him so strongly that his hips bounce off the bed, but he just can't get enough of it. will start bucking up into you so hard that it ruins your pace. holds you still so you're hovering over him so he can thrust up and into you on his own. keeps it going on his own because it's his way or not. he might start spasming his hips so much that he's basically grinding against you but neither of you care. because he knows how to use that dick and he will.

this part. period. end of sentence. no more explanations.............. except i can't stop myself so i will. can and will kiss you before and after you blow him. he doesn't care and doesn't think it's disgusting, instead thinks it's hot af. esp if you still have some of his cum on your tongue and share it with him. will sloppily kiss you and taste the inside of your mouth before replacing his tongue in there with his dick. will thrust in and dip his dick to your throat before pulling back out to make out with you again. he's just obsessed with your mouth but so indecisive. might jerk himself off into your mouth too just so he can feel your tongue licking up all his cum.

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ireblogtheshitiwanttosavehere · 27 days

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I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.

“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(

“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.

“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(

"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.

— FYODOR, Leona, Dazai, NIKOLAI, Beel, Chuuya, Diavolo, SEBEK, Lucifer, Malleus, MAMMON, Jack, Blade, Neuvillette, Sampo, IDIA, Zhongli, Scara, CHILDE, TOJI, Jing yuan, Gojo, Sukuna, NANAMI, Dr. ratio, Wriothesley, ALHAITHAM, CATER + your favs.

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ireblogtheshitiwanttosavehere · 1 month

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Sped up ‘Hamster dance’ sounds in background.

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SOOO HEY BATFAM TUMBLR! I some how misplaced a fic i was going to read. Help.

It had 3 chapters(so far), was posted on this site(don’t know if its on any other), and the premise was Batman being at Jason’s grave the night he resurrected.

I thick it called something akin to ‘ghost blood smile’ maybe???

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Paring: Yandere!Diavolo x Demon Princess!Reader Genre: Obsession Content Warning: Yandere, possessive, and obsessive behavior. Secret Love. Summary: Arrange marriage with Diavolo. Word Count: 2.5k A/N: Just had this as a random thought and ended up with 2k words.

As the daughter of the Demon King and Queen of Azurethra, (uh-zoo-RETH-ruh) you were raised in a world where power was paramount and alliances were forged with blood and fire. From a young age, you were taught that your purpose was to serve your kingdom, to strengthen its dominion over the realms of Hell. But nothing could have prepared you for the cruel fate that awaited you.

It was decreed by your parents, the King and Queen, that you would be wed to Diavolo, the Prince of the Devildom. The news struck you like a thunderbolt, filling you with dread and defiance. You knew of Diavolo's reputation as a charming and powerful ruler, but you also heard about the unsettling truth beneath his affable facade.

Nevertheless, you square your shoulders and prepare to meet your betrothed, determined to face your fate with the same steely resolve that had guided you through countless trials in the past. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

As you entered the opulent halls of Diavolo's castle, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and something darker, something primal and hungry.

You stand at the threshold of the grand hall, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs. Your parents' decision to arrange a marriage with Prince Diavolo, the ruler of the Devildom, has left you feeling trapped between duty and desire. As a princess of Azurethra, you have been raised to uphold tradition and honor your family's wishes. But the thought of marrying someone you barely know fills you with unease.

Steeling yourself, you enter the hall, your chin held high despite the tremble in your limbs. The sight that greets you is nothing short of breathtaking. Diavolo awaited you in the grand chamber, his smile as dazzling as it was deceptive.

Diavolo stands at the center of the room, his presence commanding attention from all who gaze upon him. His golden eyes meet yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still.

"Welcome, Princess," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "I trust your journey was without incident?"

You step forward and curtsy, your movements graceful and deliberate, despite the turmoil raging within you. "Prince Diavolo, it's a pleasure to meet you." you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "My journey was uneventful, as expected."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the soft light of the chamber. "Excellent," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I hope you find the Devildom to your liking. I have taken the liberty of arranging accommodations for you within the palace."

You nod politely, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath Diavolo's charm. "I appreciate your hospitality, Your Highness," you say, careful to keep your tone respectful. "I look forward to exploring the Devildom and getting to know its inhabitants."

Diavolo's smile falters for a moment, his gaze flickering with something you can't quite identify. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it's gone, replaced once more by the mask of congeniality he wears so well.

"Of course," he says, his voice smooth as silk once more. "I am at your disposal should you require anything. But for now, please allow Barbatos to show you to your chambers."

With a graceful gesture, Barbatos motions for you to follow him, and you fall into step behind him, your senses on high alert. As you walk through the halls of the palace, you can't help but notice the way the shadows seem to dance around you, whispering secrets too dark to comprehend.

Finally, you arrive at your chambers, and Barbatos holds the door open for you with a flourish. "I hope you find everything to your liking, Princess," he says, his neutral smile never faltering.

You step into the room, taking in the opulent furnishings and the soft glow of candlelight that bathes everything in a warm, golden hue. "It's beautiful," you murmur, though your words ring hollow even to your own ears.

Barbatos nods, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm glad you think so," he says, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you will be comfortable here."

With that, he bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone in the silence of your chambers. As the door closes behind him, you can't shake the feeling that you are being watched, that unseen eyes linger in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Alone in your chambers, you take a moment to compose yourself, drawing upon the same inner strength that had carried you through countless trials in the past. But even as you strive to maintain your composure, the weight of your impending marriage to Diavolo bears down on you like a leaden cloak.

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With a sigh, you cross the room and settle into a plush armchair, the soft velvet cushions offering little comfort against the storm raging within your heart. Outside, the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon, casting long shadows that stretch across the chamber like fingers reaching out to ensnare you.

Lost in thought, you barely notice the soft knock at the door, the sound so faint it's almost drowned out by the pounding of your own heartbeat. But then, before you can respond, the door swings open, and a figure steps into the room.

"Princess," a voice says, low and smooth like honey dripping from a blade. "May I come in?"

You look up to find Barbatos standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. For a moment, you hesitate, unsure whether to trust the demon who serves as Diavolo's left hand. But then, with a nod, you gesture for him to enter.

Barbatos crosses the room with a grace that borders on unearthly, his movements fluid and unhurried. He holds a sleek and luxurious garment featuring off-the-shoulder neckline, velvet fabric adorned with sequins, short sleeves, and a dramatic sweep train.

"I hope you're finding your accommodations to your liking, Princess," he says, his voice as smooth as silk. "I understand that this must be a difficult time for you."

You nod, unable to suppress the tremor in your voice. "It's... overwhelming," you admit, your words coming out in a whisper. "I never expected... any of this."

Barbatos inclines his head in understanding, his eyes alight with a spark of something you can't quite decipher. "I can only imagine," he says, his tone gentle. "But know that you are not alone. If there is anything you require, anything at all, do not hesitate to ask."

You offer him a weak smile, grateful for his offer of assistance, even as you wonder what ulterior motives may lie beneath his smooth exterior. "Thank you, Barbatos," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate your kindness."

He bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and the weight of the dress in your hands. As the door closes behind him, you let out a long sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing ever so slightly.

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You set the dress aside and begin to prepare for the evening ahead. As you slip out of your traveling clothes and into the luxurious gown, you can't help but marvel at its craftsmanship and the way it clings to your curves like a second skin.

But even as you admire yourself in the mirror, you can't shake the feeling of foreboding that hangs over you like a dark cloud. The events of the day weigh heavily on your mind, filling you with a sense of dread that refuses to be ignored.

With a deep breath, you push aside your fears and resolve to face whatever may come with courage and determination. Straightening your shoulders, you cast one last glance at your reflection before making your way to the grand hall where Diavolo awaits.

As you enter the hall, you're met with a scene of opulence and extravagance unlike anything you've ever seen before. The room is bathed in soft candlelight, casting long shadows that dance across the black marble floors.

At the center of it all stands Diavolo, resplendent in his princely attire, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Despite your apprehension, you square your shoulders and approach him with all the grace and dignity befitting a princess of Azurethra.

"Princess," Diavolo says, his voice smooth as silk. "You look absolutely stunning."

You offer him a polite smile, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath his charming facade. "Thank you, Your Highness," you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "You're too kind."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the candlelight. "Not at all, my dear," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I speak only the truth."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his flattery, instead choosing to maintain a polite facade. "Shall we proceed with the festivities, Your Highness?" you ask, gesturing toward the banquet table laden with food and drink.

Diavolo nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he offers you his arm. "Of course, Princess," he says, his voice low and velvety. "Allow me to escort you."

With a deep breath, you place your hand in his and allow him to lead you to the table. As you take your seat beside him, you wonder what fate has in store for you now that you've been bound to the Prince of the Devildom.

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After Barbatos left your chambers, he made his way swiftly to where Diavolo awaited, his mind abuzz with thoughts of you. As he entered the room, he found Diavolo reclining on a velvet chaise lounge, his expression unreadable as he gazed into the flickering flames of the fireplace.

"Ah, Barbatos," Diavolo said, his voice smooth as silk. "What news do you bring?"

Barbatos approached, his steps measured and deliberate. "The princess has settled into her chambers, Your Highness," he replied, his tone neutral. "She seems... apprehensive, but resigned to her fate."

Diavolo's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Excellent," he purred, his golden eyes burning with a feverish intensity. "She is the one I've been searching for. The one who will finally complete me."

Barbatos felt a small surge of unease at Diavolo's words, though he knew better than to question his master's desires. "What do you intend to do, Your Highness?" he asked.

Diavolo's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he turned to fix Barbatos with a piercing gaze. "I intend to make her mine," he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Body and soul. She will belong to me and me alone."

"And if she resists?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Diavolo's smile turned predatory, his golden eyes ablaze with a fierce hunger. "Then I will simply have to show her the error of her ways," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But rest assured, Barbatos. I will not rest until she is mine."

With that, Diavolo rose from his seat, his movements graceful and unhurried as he made his way to the door. Barbatos watched him go, his heart heavy with a sense of foreboding that refused to be ignored.

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Alone in the room, Barbatos couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game, one that could cost him everything he held dear. But as he stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace, he knew that he had no choice but to follow Diavolo's lead, no matter the cost.

For in the end, there was only one thing that mattered: ensuring that you remained safe from harm and secretly his, even if it meant sacrificing everything he held dear in the process.

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"Princess," he said, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you're enjoying the festivities?"

You looked up at him, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Yes, Your Highness," you replied, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "The banquet is truly splendid."

Diavolo smiled, though there was a hint of something predatory in his gaze. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. "But I must admit, it pales in comparison to the beauty of your presence."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at his words, though you fought to keep your composure. "You're too kind, Your Highness," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Diavolo reached out and took your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "Please," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Call me Diavolo."

You hesitated, unsure whether to comply with his request. But then, with a nod, you spoke his name, the word feeling strange and foreign on your tongue.

"Diavolo," you said, the sound of it sending a thrill down your spine.

Diavolo smiled, his golden eyes alight with a fierce hunger. "That's better," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Much better."

You stole glances at him from across the table, you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind those golden eyes, what dark desires lurked within the depths of his hollow vessel.

Little did you know that your presence had flamed a fire within Diavolo—a fire that burned with a fierce intensity, consuming him with a passion he could barely contain. For in you, he saw not just a princess to be wed, but a soulmate, a kindred spirit, a love that transcended the bounds of time and space.

And as he gazed at you from across the table, he knew with a certainty that bordered on obsession that he would stop at nothing to make you his own, to claim you as his bride, his queen, his everything.

For you were not just a princess of Azurethra. You were his salvation, his redemption, his one true love. And he would do whatever it took to make you his, body and soul, now and for all eternity.

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Alone in your chambers later that night, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your insides like a ravenous beast. The events of the evening replayed in your mind like a haunting melody, each note tinged with uncertainty and fear.

As you stared out the window, the moon cast its silver light across the room, illuminating the shadows that danced along the walls like specters in the night.

You took a deep breath, getting up from the lounge chairs making your way to the opulent queen sized bedroom. You slide into the sheets, sinking into the comfortable bed.

You were determined to show Diavolo and the rest of the Devildom that you are not to be trifled with. You may be a princess, but you are also a warrior, and you will not go down without a fight.

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finding out there's a frankenstein ballet and that it was in october of last year…DEVASTATING

look at this. look at these. im foaming at the mouth

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absolutely taken out by this 1 2 3 punch of scars comments on other hermits builds

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He doesn't look like he's living, laughing, or loving.

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Doot doot?

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every single person who reblogs this

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Trouble // Diavolo

( ♡ ) pairing : Diavolo x human!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, human!reader,, age gap , NOT PROOF READ , this is happening in lessons 56 so if you didn't reach that lesson read at your own risk , Diavolo POV

" I've known you for quite some time now , yet there's still so much I don't know about you , isn't there ? " I chuckle softly and look up at the sky. After a short moment of admiring the night sky, I look back at her and carefully observe her gentle features illuminated by the moonlight "If you're open to it, I would really enjoy the chance to do these things with you more often. It would be wonderful to spend more time together. " I said and could feel my cheeks burning red .

I gathered all my courage and blurted out, " [name], I have something important to tell you." The weight of my words hung heavy in the air as I paused, feeling my heart race in my chest. The world seemed to grow smaller, suffocating me. I could feel the intensity of my emotions threatening to spill over, consuming me entirely.

"The truth is..." I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands trembled, and I instinctively reached out to squeeze her hand tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance. The warmth of her touch provided a fleeting moment of solace amidst the chaos swirling within me. But as I looked down at our intertwined fingers, I couldn't bring myself to meet her gaze.

My palms grew clammy, and a bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face. The fear of rejection gnawed at my insides, threatening to unravel the fragile thread holding my emotions together. Doubts and insecurities flooded my mind, questioning whether I was making a mistake by baring my soul to her. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if I ruined our friendship? What if I ruined everything ?

But then, as if sensing my turmoil, I saw her smiling at me. That smile... it was like a beacon of hope, a lifeline in the midst of my stormy sea of emotions. It was a smile that had the power to melt away my fears and doubts, reminding me of the countless moments we had shared together. It was that smile that had first captivated me, that had ignited a spark within me, leading me down this treacherous path. Then I remembered when she first smiled at me . She smiled, and I knew… I was in trouble

In that moment, the weight on my shoulders seemed to lighten, and a sense of clarity washed over me. I realized that no matter the outcome, our connection was worth the risk. The love I felt for her was too powerful to be contained any longer.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs and steady my racing heart. With a newfound determination, I finally confessed, "I love you." The words hung in the air, vulnerable and raw, as I awaited her response, hoping against hope that she would reciprocate the depth of my feelings.

In that moment, time stood still. The world around us faded into the background, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a fragile bubble of anticipation.

I could feel the warmth of her touch as she cupped my cheeks, her eyes filled with tenderness and understanding. In that moment, it felt as though she could see straight into my soul, calming the storm of emotions swirling within me.

Her gentle gaze was like a soothing balm, easing the tension in my body and filling me with a sense of peace. I couldn't help but be drawn in by the depth of her gaze .

As our lips met, it felt like the world around us disappeared. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a rush of euphoria unlike anything I had ever experienced before. In that moment, it was just the two of us, lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

As we pulled away, our eyes locked in a silent understanding of the depth of our connection. I knew then that this was just the beginning of something truly special, a love that would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

With a smile that reached her eyes, she whispered, "I love you." And in that moment, I knew that I had found my soulmate, my partner in life, and my forever love.

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Diavolo x afab!Reader SMUT | Obey Me

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Cw: AFAB Reader, Office Sex, Unprotected Sex, MINIMAL Plot, Dia calls Reader "Princess", Handjob (AFAB Receiving), Oral Sex (AFAB Receiving), Hittin' it from behind, Creampie

Barbatos guided you to the prince's office. Diavolo had texted you to come over and quickly ordered Barbatos to fetch you after you agreed. You fidgeted with your fingers as the demon escorted you; you were silently praying that he didn't know the dirty things his master texted you mere moments ago.

You and Diavolo had started seeing each other a few months into the transfer program. The brothers were none the wiser, not even Lucifer knew. However, Barbatos was a big mystery. You hid the secret well, but has Diavolo? Would Barbatos even tell you if he knew?

Barbatos stopped in front of the large door to Diavolo's office. He knocked. "My lord, Y/N is here."

Barbatos opened the door just enough to let you in and swiftly closed it behind you. Diavolo sat at his desk with a grin.

"Come here, princess." He spoke, pushing his chair away from his desk. As you approached, his hand pat his thigh, signaling for you to sit on his lap. You straddled him and slinked your arms around him. His golden eyes studied you. Every time you spent these moments together, he became even more enamored by you. He never thought the transfer program would lead to the prince finding such an enchanting human.

His large hands rested at your hips as you ran your fingers through his hair. You giggled after noticing his loving gaze.

"What's with that look?"

His hand gently squeezed you. "You're so beautiful." He brought you closer to kiss your cheek. "I don't deserve you~"

He began to kiss your neck, nuzzling into you as you replied with your hand on the back of his head. "Don't say that. If anything, I don't deserve you. You're literally royalty."

He left your neck to cup your cheek. "My status has nothing to do with this. I'm not the one who made pacts with the seven strongest rulers in the Devildom. I'm not the one who has natural charm. You've managed to become friends with the strangest of people. You have a gift, my dear."

He guided you down into a kiss. You melted into him as one of his hands moved up your back, holding you close. Your hand tugged at his red hair as you deepened the kiss. Diavolo groaned, his own hand trailing down to rest on your ass. You parted from his lips to nip at his neck. Your hands trickled down his chest while his larger ones went under your shirt, blisteringly hot palms became stagnant on your back.

You rose from his neck and hungrily kissed him again. Before long, Diavolo's grip on you tightened, picking you up with ease. He stood and gently placed you on your back onto the desk in front of him. This time, he ended the kiss, slowly pushing your shirt higher to expose your bra. He cupped your breast as he trailed kisses down from your cheek, your neck, to your stomach. He slid your bottoms down to kiss your thigh, his hand cupping your clothed pussy. He slowly teased you as his glittering eyes met your face, enjoying the tiny sounds you made and the pleading look on your face.

His fingers hooked the band of your underwear and pulled them down. Diavolo grabbed you by the hips to pull you closer to him. He placed a soft kiss to your clit, studying your expression before kitten-licking the nub. Your leg draped over his shoulder as his tongue slowly dived into you. You always tasted so sweet - so enticing - to him. He will never get enough.

He sucked at your arousal like he was in love with you. Maybe he was, you didn't know. He was always so gentle with your body, but it never failed to leave both of you satisfied and willing for more.

With a final, sticky kiss to your clit, Diavolo stood to tower over you. He kissed your upper lips again, thumb rubbing your cheek softly. He rested forehead against yours with a smile.

"Always such a good human for me~" He cooed. You returned his grin and tugged at his shirt.

"Please take me, Dia." You whispered.

"Anything for you, darling." He pecked your forehead before getting off of you, undoing his belt. His gaze momentarily shifted to you. "I want you ass up, princess."

You hastily slid into position while he freed his erection. Your feet were planted on the ground as Diavolo eased into you. He was huge, that was a given, but he always did everything he could to make sure he never hurt you. He moaned out a low "fuck" after he was fully in. If your R.A.D. profile didn't say otherwise, the prince would have sworn that you were an angel. You always felt like heaven.

Diavolo's larger hand covered your splayed out one on the desk. His fingers curled in between yours to hold your hand before he began to shallowly thrust into you. Your skin smacked together as he gradually quickened his pace. The tip of his cock hit deep inside you as you moaned, tightening around him.

He never let go of your hand, his free one resting on your stomach as he fucked you. Your legs were beginning to feel weak. It was becoming hard to stay standing as your other hand tightly gripped the desk, nails digging into the wood. The hand on your stomach slid down to play with your clit. You moaned loudly, trying to keep your legs from giving out. Your upper body felt heavy as you put your full weight onto the desk.

"Dia...Babe!" You cried out before you felt a burning pleasure wash through you in waves. You whined as Diavolo's hand moved from your clit to your hips. You slowly came down from your orgasm as he thrusted a few more times, finally spilling into you with a husky groan.

The two of you panted as you both stilled. The hand that was gripping the desk came up to rest beside your head. Diavolo finally let go of your other one to carefully pull out of you, staying close by in case your legs gave out.

He bounced back quicker than you, pulling out a few tissues from a desk drawer. He silently cleaned your bodies while you regained your strength. Diavolo was fixing his clothing when you finally hauled yourself off of the desk, holding onto the edge to stabilize yourself. The demon prince smirked and gently pecked your head.

The pretty little exchange student was all his.

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