#Diavolo x Reader
crying, screaming, throwing up rn
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Obey Me! Squid Games AU Thoughts
So I just finished binging Squid Games with my mom and I really like it! But I also can’t stop thinking about a SquidGames!AU for Obey Me so here are my thoughts! Might write a fic or HCs later, who knows :)
TW: Mentions of violence, nothing explicit
Also Mild Squid Game spoilers!
So first things first! Who would play what roles?
My initial thought is that the demons are behind the game and they kidnap humans to watch them succumb to their sins in the games (Greed for the prize, Wrath at one another, etc.)
With that, I think the brothers would be square soldiers! High ranking demons who hash out the commands to the lower demons who would be the other pink soldiers
I am torn with Diavolo, though. Would he be the Front Man who answers to his father, one of the spectators? Or would he be player 001, the one who wanted to partake in the games he created while Barbatos is the Front Man? I could see them going either way, tbh.
Solomon and MC are players, obviously, but would the angels be special spectators? or would they also be players? Maybe Luke sits this AU out and Simeon is a spectator, or maybe he is the officer who infiltrates the game?
Maybe when he’s caught Diavolo takes pity on him and lets him become a player. A chance to live with a punishment for infiltrating
But! Think about the brothers being the pink soldiers and seeing MC, thinking ‘oh no, they’re really attractive’
Lucifer watching MC break their honeycomb and subtly giving them another one so they can keep playing?
Mammon and Leviathan finding MC in the bathroom late at night and giving them a heads up on the next game?
Beel giving MC twice as much food so they don't go hungry?
Satan aiming his gun at another human who was threatening MC even though they are supposed to let them kill one another?
Diavolo either not wanting the games to happen and having to watch MC put their life on the line, or Diavolo teaming up with MC because he realizes that the only way for them to have a chance is if they win?
Solomon catching MC when they fall during Red Light, Green Light, and MC passing Solomon half their bread when one of the other humans eats twice as much
Asmo giving MC bandages to cover any wounds they have, and Belphie giving them an extra blanket.
Barbatos watching and letting the boys do as they please, erasing the evidence of them interacting with MC before Diavolo’s father can see it.
The other humans would absolutely see the favoritism the demons have over MC (The lower soldiers can’t do shit about it) so they start to target MC
As the humans get more violent towards MC, the brothers get more reckless with their help
Leviathan straight up tells MC not to pair up with anyone for the marble game so they can skip it
MC is skeptical, but when they learn that by sitting out that meant both them and Solomon survived, they’re so relived
MC sneaking into the bathrooms to give their demon of choice a quick kiss
MC makes it to the final round with Solomon and Simeon, they’re all eating at the triangle table with the brothers keeping guard around them.
They don’t want those two to die, so they offer themself up to push the two farther
But the brothers don’t want that. Maybe they help Simeon and Solomon fake their deaths so MC can win and keep their friends alive?
Or it can go darker!
MC and Solomon being the last two, and MC watching Solomon kill himself because he wants MC to live on
Maybe instead of letting MC collect their prize and life their life, they get captured by their demon and kept forever.
Just,,, Squid Games but in Devildom!!!
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I loved all of Diavolo’s Birthday Event, but these quotes made me swoon the most. He’s just too cute and sweet to explain with words.
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𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜
𝚊/𝚗: hope you enjoy 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚚𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 & 𝚏𝚎𝚖/𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍,(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛)(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢) 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 & 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝙽𝙱𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝚎𝚝𝚌 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞♡♡
𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚢𝚎𝚜 | 𝚗𝚘
𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
has a love for soft plushies. Absolutely love squishmellows would probably have a collection too
adores the idea of cuddling with his s/o. spooning is one of his favorite positions, especially when he is the little spoon
has a very good memory. So if you ever say you like anything but don't buy get it best believe he would get it for you for a holiday or birthday
Idk why but I feel like he would love the human worlds soups and stews, they just make him feel warm & soft inside in a way he has never experienced
likes the fact that you drape a blanket over him if he ever falls asleep while doing paperwork at his desk. But would prefer if you could just wake him up even though thats basically impossible
Keep him away from human memes and slang, he will incorporate them into his life / speech, Lucifer and Barbatos are in pain
he sleeps with socks on
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"always with you."
warnings: blood, death mention, mc death, semi-yandere, angst, heartbreak.
diavolo x gn!mc
pls read at your own discretion!! <3 lmk if there are any more triggers i should tag!!
there you were, in all your glory. lying in a beautiful pool of your own blood. you've never looked prettier to him.
the light had faded from your eyes, skin colder. you weren't quite dead yet.
"diavolo?" your little voice had rasped.
"yes, im here. im right here."
reassurance wasn't needed, was it? you were dying, nothing could have stopped it. or him.
"it's okay, i promise..."
your blood splattered on your skin, the darkness of the devildom sky reflecting in your lifeless eyes. you watched him silently, your vision, your heartbeat, you, fading.
nothing could have stopped that monster. nothing. and yet this end, it was oh, so bittersweet.
for the first time in centuries, true, solemn tears formed in diavolo's eyes. he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. time passes by, demons don't die.
every mortal a demon could love or have loved, they would outlive them. their precious time waning, their lifespan dwindling.
only time could tell until he truly lost his mind. his heart wasn't gone just yet. no, no. he will lose it tonight, he already lost his heart.
his gaze focused on you, he brought you closer to him, laying you awkwardly in his lap. he watched as you coughed and heaved, suffering in true silence. there's nothing you would say, fuck, even could say.
and yet, he was holding you. holding onto that fragment of hope, the little spark of hope that maybe you would survive, that you wouldn't blame it all on him.
but it was his fault. he was the one that tore through your delicate flesh, shredding it mercilessly, hungrily, with his claws. he was the reason you were dying.
the unforgettable feeling of destroying you, hurting you, breaking you, it filled him with a demonic, unhuman joy. a one he didn't want to feel. a one he despises. the hunger for more of you. it drove him off the edge.
truth is, he loved you from the start. your personality, the first time he saw you smile, the butterflies that filled him up with joy. the warmth that filled his abandoned heart. he loved all of you. you were his.
no, but he couldn't have you. as much as he wanted you, he was a prince. you were human. he couldn't love you. you were his everything, but he would have to marry a beautiful demon maiden, no matter where his heart lied.
his love, crave, desire, need, for more and more of you drove him mad. he couldn't get enough, he tore your heart, your soul out of you. just for him. his selfishness. and now, he had to deal with the consequences. he lost you. his one and only.
his hands, formerly claws, stained with his beloved's blood. you were gone now. your breath shallowed. you couldn't go on. demonic selfishness was the end of you. of him.
"im always with you..." but he did not speak to you, rather, himself. a way of comforting the emptiness that ebbed throughout him. the immense guilt. you died. because of him.
"it'll always be your fault, diavolo."
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🦋Mothman Diavolo🦋 GN- Reader SFW
Diavolo has short but wide feathered antennae. They are bright red and poke straight up from the middle of his head. They mostly stay perked up but flop down when he’s sad.
His eyes are a dark pitch black with bright golden pupils which glow lightly. They get huge when he’s excited or frightened, much like a cat's, though they are normally the same as a human's, but they look small in his big eyes. His eyelashes are big and seem to flutter like wings, even if he’s just simply blinking.
He has a large mouth which spreads into a huge joyous smile. Inside his mouth is a huge, nearly two-foot-long, deep-red proboscis which is like a red aloe with thorns along the sides of it. With it, he licks open wounds on creatures and drinks their blood.
He has two sets of large and brawny arms. Even under the fur of his arms, you can see how muscular they are. His hands are three-fingered insectoid hands colored pitch black, and his long legs are the same, though only being two toed.
His fur is short but dense, with a deep maroon on his shoulder and a portion of his legs, but his underbelly is black. At his neck is a large mane of long, thick fur just as red as his antennae.
His wings are massive, casting shadows whenever he flies. His wingspan is fifteen feet long and has a pattern of red, black, and gold around the edges. Both his forewings and hind wings are covered with false eyes and have a distorted marbling to them. Even the false eyes seem to glow at night.
He’s strictly nocturnal and when the sun is out he sleeps in a long-forgotten manor. He sleeps clinging to the walls as the light filters through the yellow and aged windows. Sometimes he does enjoy munching on the old fabric.
When the moon kisses the sky, he’s happy to burst from one of the broken windows to fly around wildly and get his blood flowing back into his wings. He likes to chase the fireflies as he does this.
He adores hunting and trying to catch some of the faster animals out there. He never kills them, but damn near gives them heart attacks as he chases them and swoops in like a hawk, taking them into his arms and licking a small wound into the creature as he drinks their blood before gently setting them down and waving as they rush back into the woods.
He likes to watch nearby campers sitting on a branch and watching the fire and listen to them talk and laugh. He always daydreams about joining them, but he knows that his kind might scare them. He always feels so lonely, being so close yet so far. He likes humans; he just knows how scared they are of unknown or supernatural beings. He does appear before natural disasters, hoping that humans will recognize him and his kind and avoid the area, so he may keep them safe.
Spending time with you
Oh, to find you exploring around and inside his home was so exciting! His wings couldn't stop shaking. If you mention any rumors about something lurking in this old manor, he blushes, thinking you’ve come just to see him as this place is so far from any town and off the map. He can’t help but have his wings flap wildly, scattering small pieces of glass and dust everywhere. When you meet, he has a huge smile, hands and feet attached to the ceiling as he grins down at you, greeting you warmly. His arms were open the whole time, like he was trying to welcome you into his arms.
If you do end up hugging him, his face heats up and his wings flutter even quicker than when he had heard you. He yanks you up into his arms. He’s never had a hug, and humans are so soft!
He likes following you around in your daily life to see the things you do and what you like. He’s always so excited if you bring him something new. He seems to really enjoy cherry flavored candy.
He enjoys snuggling next to you and just having you in his arms, flying, sleeping, watching other campers, or even just watching the humans mull around in town. As long as he can feel you in his arms, he’s happy.
He sometimes steals your clothes, sometimes to eat, sometimes to keep. He’s pretty good at hiding it until you visit his home and find them or the scraps.
He ends up staring at fire a lot. He just zones off looking into it. He’s even worse with street lights or lights in general.
He loves being petted around his fluff of his neck. His wings shiver and he lifts his head with a pleased smile as you stroke it.
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hiyaaa i rlly enjoy your blog :>> and itll be my first time to try a request hehehe but is it alright for me to request where MC used men’s shampoo (because why not, its cool on the scalp tho-) and what would be the brothers’ + side characters (if its too much iz okiee, i dont mind ) reaction whilst cuddling XD
using their shampoo
includes: the brothers x/& gin!reader, diavolo x/& gn!reader, simeon x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .8k | rated g | m.list
a/n: hello and ty!! i hope you don't mind i took it a step further and made mc wearing their shampoo instead of just mens shampoo. thank you for requesting and i hope you have a good day!! my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so come say hello!!
please reblog >,,<
➳ lucifer notices it right away, though he doesn’t say anything, running through scenarios in his head on why you would have washed with his shampoo. maybe you were out of your own? he can’t deny the little thrill that runs through him when he smells his scent surrounding you. “like how i smell so much you had to take it for yourself?” he asks, curious. was it intentional? why were you wearing it? he’s burning with the need to know but doesn’t want you to realize it.
➳ mammon blushes immediately when he smells his shampoo on you. it’s a distinctive scent, so he knows it’s not mistaken, but you don’t seem to notice his flustered state as you snuggle further into him. “um,” he starts, and you look up, eyes innocently wide. “is that, uh, my shampoo?” he manages, and you smile, nodding. “i borrowed it… asmo has mine and i dodn’t realize until i was in the shower. you don’t mind, do you?” him, mind you using his snampoo? never. “nope,” he squeaks, and you immediately begin planning to never use your own again.
➳ levi doesn’t notice at first, since he doesn’t use very scented stuff, but when he does, he freezes, wondering if he’s imagining it. he’s not, but he doesn’t know how to confront you about it, so he doesn't, just swallowing hard and wrapping his arms around you. you don’t mention it, not that you’d have a reason to, but levi can’t stop thinking about it, the fire in his stomach oddly satiated by the idea of you smelling like him all of the time. maybe if he doesn’t bring it up you’ll keep doing it. please keep doing it.
➳ satan notices right away, a smile curving across his lips. he’d been hoping when you rook a shower in his room you’d used his products, and it appears you had. you smell like him, all crisp and fresh, and satan has to wonder if you like the scent. you’ve never said you didn’t, but then again you never said you did. “you know,” you say conversationally, “your shampoo made my hair really soft. maybe i should move away from using human world products.” check and mate. “yeah, maybe,” satan replies. “i’ve got some extra bottles of shampoo if you want it.”
➳ asmo doesn’t even notice at first. he’s so used to smelling you in a wide range of sencts, and sometimes he forgets he’s wearing a particular product until he can smell it. when he realizes you’re wearing his personal shampoo, he has to hold back his glee. “like my shampoo and conditioner?” he asks, running a hand down your back. “i sure like it on you.” you huff out a laugh, nodding. “it’s nice. i’m sure my hair will be really healthy if i continue to use it.” asmo grins, waving his hand. “by all means, use it as much as you want!”
➳ beel literally doesn’t care, not that you expected him to. as long as you're clean and happy, he’s happy. he does notice it, but since he’s used your products before in a pinch he doesn’t mind. beel has a very ‘what’s mine is yours’ mentality, so it’s unlikely he’ll pitch a fit or anything. he does tell you you smell good, though, making you laugh. at least he likes the products he’s using on himself.
➳ belphie smells his scent on you as soon as you climb into bed with him, making him more awake. “is that my shampoo?” he asks, brushing a finger across your damp hair. you nod, and he resists the urge to crush you into his chest, inhaling deeply. you smell like him, and belphie wants to take you out around town like this, when you’re practically dripping in him, his scent, showing all of devildom that you’re his.
➳ diavolo is another one of the boys who doesn’t mind. he loves sharing his stuff with you, wants you to use them, and when you do it makes him happy. “you used my shampoo!” he chirps, burying his face into your neck, making you squirm away. “stop! that tickles,” you admonish. “but yes, i did. i forgot mine.” diavolo taps his chin. “i can buy you some.” shaking your head, you take his phone from his hand, closing akuzon. “no, it’s alright. i’m only here for a few days. i can use yours until then.”
➳ simeon is the one who offered you use his shampoo in the first place. you’d been lamenting about your lackluster hair, and he’d jumped on the opportunity, offering his. angel shampoo and conditioner would no doubt restore your hair to its previous glory, as it was specially made to be healing and rejuvenating. “i like my smell on you,” he says plainly, and you flush. you like it too and he knows it, making him want to send you home with a bottle or two.
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gn!reader x diavolo
Fluff; teaching Diavolo what a little spoon is
"MC, I have a question," Diavolo states thoughtfully while crossing his arms in front of his chest, his eyes following Barbatos as the butler removes the empty plate in front of him.
You hum in response, drinking the last of your tea before shifting your attention to the prince.
"What does 'being the little spoon' mean?" he asks in such a stiff tone, you barely suppress a laugh.
"Who told you about that?" you chuckle, noticing Barbatos crack a small smile as well.
Diavolo furrows his brows, lips pursing while telling you someone called him a little spoon in the comments of his most recent post, and they didn't give a response when he asked about it.
"You know when people cuddle, the person being held is referred to as the little spoon," you explain, a fond smile playing around your lips while you mimick Diavolo's pose, also crossing your arms in front of your chest.
The demon thinks about your words, brows furrowing even further.
"Hm, I don't think I've ever cuddled before... how do I know if I'm a little spoon then?"
You just stare at him, not sure if you're surprised by the lack of experience in the field of affection before shrugging.
"Can we cuddle, MC?"
You take a few seconds to let his question sink in, heat rushing to your face as you understand. Diavolo wears a happy smile as he waits for your response, his hands resting on his thighs now, excitement obvious.
"Uhm, I'm not sure-"
"My schedule is free for the rest of the day anyways," Diavolo beams while getting up, and a glance at Barbatos confirms the prince's words.
Without warning, Diavolo picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, not phased by your surprised yelp, his strength still overwhelming sometimes.
"Okay, so what do I do?" Diavolo asks after setting you down in front of his bed, hands resting on his hips.
"Just-" you run a hand over your hair, trying to overplay how flustered you are, "lay down, I guess."
No one's ever been this enthusiastic about laying down you're sure of it while watching the demon get onto the mattress, looking up at you with a bright grin. Deep red hair loses its smooth fix as it drags along the pillow, and Diavolo's smile is hidden from you after he turned around on your request.
You smile to yourself, hesitating for a moment before taking your place behind him, carefully wrapping your arms around the demon prince.
"I guess," you chuckle, confidence growing as you feel him relax a little.
You push your body tighter against his, chin resting on his shoulder. "It's even better in comfortable clothes."
Diavolo hums thoughtfully, carefully shuffling around, his hands coming to rest on yours over his stomach.
"I think I like it."
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May I be 💸 Anon?
Also, do you think you could maybe, if you want to, do a scenario where Diavolo and Lucifer (separately) are begging (Afab) reader to let them breed her?
Because I have this theory that since demons go into heat that it happens 1-2 a year in male in female. But ovulation in human females gives off the same scent as a She devils heat so let’s say for 1-7 ovulation period and nothing brings a man to his knees begging for a touch begging for anything like the tempting scent of heat, and reader has no mercy on these two.
I’d do anything to see Diavolo and Lucifer Pride broken, tearing up, gasping, and begging to release inside and breed reader just to be denied.
But! Only if you can! And if you want to! No pressure! 🥺😌
Take care! 🤍
Sure thing! You can be 💸 anon! I love this concept, I’m a damn sadist and I love making people suffer. Have a great day!🖤🤍
Diavolo breeding kink
The bed shook as Diavolo thrashed against his restraints, all you had to do was grind your pussy against his cock and he was losing his mind. He kept trying to thrust into you but you wouldn’t let him.
“P-please! I want to be inside you!” He whimpered. You sat down on his thigh, your hand going back to stroking his cock. “Please! (Y/n), let me cum inside you!” He squirmed, and yanked on the restraints.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Aren’t you having fun?” The pathetic whimpering was getting louder as he got closer, you knew exactly what he wanted but you wanted to tease him.
His cock flexed in your grip. Oh, he was getting close, you grinned and increased your pace. “N-no! Pleasepleaseplease! I’m close please let me cum inside you!”
You hummed as you pretended to think about it, quickening your pace and just watching him. He was so close, but he was trying not to cum. “You really want to cum inside me?” He nodded so eagerly, so you clicked your tongue and said. “Ok, I’ll let you cum inside me.”
His eyes lit up at that. He thanked you, moaning when you took him into yourself. You wrote him quickly, feeling him throbbing inside you. “O-oh, just a little more please!”
You gave him a kiss, before pulling off of him and grinding against him, making him cum onto his own stomach. Diavolo let out a pitiful whimper, trying to rock back into you.
Lucifer breeding kink
Lucifer growled as you squeezed around him. “Keep that but and you’re going to make me cum…” He moaned and beckoned you to come down for a kiss.
You lean down, smiling and give him a peck on the lips before sitting back up and increasing your pace.
“Luci, if you cum too soon, I’m not gonna let you cum inside me.” You growl back. You two hadn’t been going for that long and you were not gonna reward him for cumming so soon.
He laughed, thrusting up into you, closing his eyes as you slammed down onto him. “F-fuck, yes keep doing that!”
You can feel him twitching inside you, you know he’s not going to last much longer, poor thing is just so pent up. You pull him into a deep kiss, then right as he’s about to cum, you pull off him, grinning as he whimpers.
“Oh? Did I ruin it? Oops, guess we’ll just have to start all over again.” Lucifer whines, rocking his hips into the air.
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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 & 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 ft. dateables
includes: obey me! dateables x reader
content warning: 18+ content, humiliation, swearing, mentions of corruption and public sex.
💭: you requested it so, here's part two!!ㅡ hina
PART ONE HERE
"shh, pretty..." solomon grunted in your ear. "you're being too loud, someone will hear us. you wouldn't want that, would you?"
you choked back a moan when he thrusted into you again from behind, shaking your head at his question. your underwear was pushed to the side and you were leaning forward against the couch, barely able to hold yourself up from the pleasure coursing through your veins. it didn't help that he was radiating magical energy that made your skin buzz with life.
"good puppy.." solomon cooed, biting your earlob. "I bet you are enjoying being fucked where anyone could walk in at anytime, hm?"
before you could moan out a response, the door to the side of the common room opened and you gasped, trying to tell solomon to stop but he didn't notice the intruder, pressing your face into the couch.
this poor, poor angel
he has seen some things before, but he was not prepared to see his innocent dove having sexual intercourse with solomon in the common room
he instantly gasps, covering his eyes and turning away from the sinful act
he can't help the warmth that spreads through him and the tightening of his pants
he imagines what it would be like to have you underneath him instead
he quickly rushes out of the room, cheeks ablaze
he knows it's wrong and he prays to the celestial realm that he hasn't overstepped
he is disgusted with himself for thinking such dirty thoughts about you
but you just looked so pretty like that
he will rush to your room at night when he can't get any sleep; your moans plague his mind
he begs for your touch even though he knows it will corrupt his nature and make him a sinner
all he knows is that he needs you
when he sees you both, he finds it intriguing
two humans, one of them a powerful sorcerer, freely fucking in the common room where anyone, and any demon, could walk in
he chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest and he watches as you both scramble up to get into a less intimate position
you apologise bashfully and he shakes his head, amused "oh no, don't worry, it's okay."
the next day, you receive an invitation to go to diavolo's castle and once you arrive, you are met with the demon prince on his throne, mirroring the same smirk he had on yesterday
there was no one in the hall and once you stood before him, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap, a shocked gasp escaping your lips
"I want to try having public sex with a human, would you help?" he whispered in your ear, nipping at your jaw and smirking against your skin "I couldn't stop thinking about wanting to try it out with you ever since yesterday; seeing you like that... wow, you naughty little thing"
I mean, how could you decline him? getting a chance to fuck a prince on his throne?
you knew you had to oblige
probably the only respectful one
just leaves the room and closes the door
as a butler of diavolo, he has walked into the prince having sex many times, so this wasn't an unusual sight to see
he probably won't mention it to you, but he knows you had noticed him that day and have been trying to avoid his presence since
when you go to help him cook, he blatently asks "do you like to feel humiliated?"
you blush, trying to deny his words but you just can't get the words out with him looking at you
he pushes you up against the kitchen counter and smiles, standing between your legs, brushing a gloved finger against your cheek
"don't lie to me, it's not very polite, mc. I know you saw me enter the room that day... did you like knowing that I saw you in such a humiliating position? was it your idea to be so exposed?"
I'm sorry diavolo, dinner was very late that night
taglist: @i9luc, @tallbrunettehoelovemilfs, @sia00612, @yuckyskies, @moonjellymermaid + @minkarexx
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Diavolo: *says something*
Mc: come here.
Mc: just come here
Diavolo: no, you’re gonna hit me.
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Falling Asleep on Them Headcanons
(The "It's complicated" cast)
He had asked you to come over so that you could answer some questions about the human world.
Solomon was supposed to be there too, but he had a prior engagement with Asmodeus.
Unfortunately, the meeting was to take place not only after school, but also after the prince managed to finish all of his tasks for the day.
Barbatos wouldn't allow anything less.
So when you finally did go over to the castle, it was well into the night.
Diavolo was somehow as cheery as ever.
You tried your best to engage actively in the conversation.
But you were just so sleepy.
You were both sitting on a couch, side by side.
Diavolo was in the middle of asking another question when he felt you fall limp at his side.
He quickly realized you had fallen asleep.
Smiling to himself, thinking about how sweet you looked, he asked Barbatos for a blanket.
There both of you slept, cuddled up for the rest of the night.
You'd been having trouble sleeping recently.
So Barbatos offered to make you a special tea that could help you.
At first you politely declined.
The first time someone in the Devildom offered you tea was not exactly a happy memory.
But after another night of not sleeping you took him up on his offer.
He was very much delighted to help, and welcomed you with tea and pastries to go along with it.
His skills in the kitchen were nothing short of magical.
Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
With a serene happiness, Barbatos carried you to a guest bedroom and tucked you in.
He stayed with you throughout the night to make sure you would finally be able to rest well.
Never again would you let Solomon practice magic on you.
Well, until the next time he came back with his sweet pleading eyes.
To say you were upset at him would be an understatement.
This wasn't the first of his magic mishaps that had affected you.
And despite knowing that mistakes happen...
Did they really have to happen at 3 in the morning?
Who in their right mind practices magic at 3am?
To be fair, who in their right mind agrees to be a magic guinea pig at 3am?
So this is how you got here.
Quite literally stuck to the only other human in the Devildom.
He kept apologizing and saying he'd figure out a way to reverse the spell as soon as possible.
But you did not want to hear it.
You told him in no uncertain terms that he'd best get ready to be a pillow for the rest of the night, because until you got your much needed sleep, he would not be subjecting you to more magical experimentation.
You then promptly went to sleep.
It was rare to see Solomon flustered, so he was lucky you weren't looking at him.
Not that he was unhappy with this arrangement.
And not that he planned it all along.
Acting is fun.
You love acting.
You love school projects that involve acting.
You love Simeon.
You love writer Simeon.
You do not love director Simeon.
You know he's a good director, and his methods assure success but...
This is insane.
So you kept messing up your monologue.
Who's fault is it that the writer included a word you can't pronounce?
Like, "Floccinaucinihilipilification", really, Simeon?
But, maybe you shouldn't have complained to him about it.
The "smile" he gives whenever he's unhappy with something as a director...
Yeah, that'll be haunting your nightmares.
If you even got the CHANCE to have nightmares.
He wouldn't let you stop rehearsing until you got it right.
But you wanted to sleep!!
Still, maybe you shouldn't have rolled your eyes at him.
His scary smile was back with even more fury than before.
You needed to remedy this!
But all your sleepy mind could come up with was throwing your arms around Simeon in an impromptu hug.
At least it caught him off guard enough that he seemingly forgot he was about to lecture you.
The hug was only meant as a short distraction.
But he was so warm...
And you were so sleepy...
When Simeon noticed you had fallen asleep he sighed.
But he also smiled (an actual smile) warmly, a decided to let you rest.
You'd keep rehearsing once you woke up.
There was no way around it. =)
Babysitting Luke was usually fun.
(Do not say the word "babysitting" around him and you'll be fine.)
But the truth was that Simeon had asked you to keep an eye on him.
You didn't mind one bit.
Hanging out with Luke meant that you got to eat anything he baked.
And he baked a lot when you were around.
He was so cute, you wanted to pinch his cheeks sometimes.
Though you never did; that would have been a terrible idea.
But you couldn't help resting your head on his when you had both sat down to eat slices of butterscotch and cinnamon pie.
He was just so fluffy!
Like a puppy.
He wanted to complain but he bit his tongue.
He'll admit it.
He doesn't hate the older sibling affection he gets from you.
You both fell asleep at around the same time, your head on his and his on your shoulder.
Unfortunately for Luke, there would be photographic evidence of this moment.
You thought it was adorable, but he didn't share the sentiment.
Simeon had shown up late at night, with Mammon in tow.
Simeon took the opportunity to take pictures.
And thankfully this was only Luke or else Mammon might have flown off the handle.
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Y/n : Diavolo isn’t answering his phone
Barbatos : I’ll call
Y/n : Lucifer and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-
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Diavolo :* on the phone*"Ah mc what a surprise you only ever text it's rare to get a call from you-"
Mc:* frantically *"YOU CAN REGROW LIMBS?!?"
Diavolo:* confused *"Wha-"
Mc:"I'm in demon biology class and the prof just said that powerful demons can regrow limbs??? Is that true?"
Diavolo:* still confused*"Well..yes? It depends on the severity of the amputation"
Mc:* absolutely bewildered *"I...wow okay thank you sir"
Diavolo:* smiles sweetly* "no problem, if you have any other questions, would you like to talk about this more later? Perhaps over tea?"
Diavolo:* laughs*" alright then see you after your classes are over,I'll be in my office "* ends call*
Diavolo:" barbatos, would you kindly make up some tea for lunch? Mc will be joining us.
Barbatos:* smiles*"Yes sir"
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Love your HCs, can't wait for part 2. In the meantime I got an idea for another, I have an "eat me" t-shit and it just hit me that it's would be a bad idea to wear it in devildom, so, what if MC pulled up with a t-shirt like that one day?
Oh god dude that would be a scene 😭
The amount of times I accidentally wrote ‘shit’ instead of ‘shirt’ and had to correct myself is honestly kinda embarrassing
The Demons And Mc’s ‘Eat Me’ Shirt
He doesn’t even notice at first. He doesn’t usually pay attention to what people are wearing
Until he heard some of his brothers causing a commotion on the street so he had to go investigate
When he sees that shirt, he doesn’t even react outwardly. Just grabs your sleeve and drags you into a private area
Have you not noticed that you’re in a crowded Devildom city?? The place that’s kinda known for eating humans??? Wearing THAT?? You really have no self preservation instincts, now do you?
He actually gotta take a few breaths to calm down. Like this man is seething
Prepare yourself for a lot of whisper yelling and exaggerated hand gestures. He can’t exactly chew you out fully when there’s so many people nearby
He will try to just order you to go change. As if he’s the one with the power here
Might try to pull some bullshit like ‘if you don’t go change, I might have to take you up on that offer~’ if you argue
After that, just tell him to stay through the pact and walk away. Mans is gonna be internally screaming with rage for the next week and a half
The second he sees that, he’s ripPING off his jacket/shirt and SLAMMING it over your head
Human?? Are you stupider than he thought??? Do you want to die????
He kinda just goes off but seems to not be able to stop himself from stumbling over his words.
Mans was just a little shaken. I mean, he is a demon, after all. And you’re wearing that. He can’t help but wonder, did you do this on purpose to get a rise out of him?
If you say some shit like “aww, are you worried about me?” Or worse, “what? Do you want a bite?” He’s just gonna evaporate
Has to bring Asmo in, pointing frantically at you with the most flustered face
Quite honestly does not know what to do
Nothing prepared him for this?? And he doesn’t want to appear dumb and make a big deal out of nothing??? But it is a big deal??
He’s just kinda internally panicking, completely zoned out staring at your shirt
Which may be kinda of weird for you bc he’s just kinda 👁👁 straight at your chest
When you ask him what the hell he’s doing he just kinda… short circuits for a hot second
“You— y-you’re shirt.”
“What about my shirt?”
He kinda just awkwardly blurts out how it may be a bad idea to wear outside the house of lamentation, or even inside bc Beel and Asmo exist, but he’s not forcing you to do anything oh god don’t get the wrong idea—
After he’s done you just sigh in relief
“K good cause it kinda looked like you were staring at something else”
He simply 🕊passes away🕊
“Umm, MC? What are you wearing?”
Kinda tries to subtly point it out. he assumes you probably were used to the human world and didn’t process how dangerous something like that could be in the devildom
He’s probably the only calm one here tbh
Once he sees that look of realization on your face, he’ll just smile and offer his jacket. He gotta admit, seeing you wearing it in public was quite a good turn out for him
Though the questions you guys got bombarded with when you met up with his brothers were a bit annoying
Namely Mammon freaking out and screaming about how you should wear his jacket instead
Oh? Is that a serious offer?
He’s gonna slide right up to you and point it out, an all too innocent smile on his face
Like come on you can’t possibly expect him out of all people to not flirt like hell in a situation like this
The second anyone else sees what’s happening they’re going to absolutely lose it
“What the hell are you doing??! They need to take that off right now!”
“Oh, by all means, take it off MC!”
Might actually ask to borrow that shirt because hey, that might get a reaction next time he goes out!
He’s the demon you may have to worry abt the most. Like, his brain is going rn
“M- Mc? Why are you wearing that?”
He’s not usually the type to get wide-eyed and blushy around someone… but holy shit bro
He’s feelin a different type of hunger right now ‼️
Either get Bephie to calm him down, Lucifer to scold him, or run
He is not going to be able to look you in the eye for at least a week afterwards. He just keeps feeling ashamed of himself for reacting that way. It’s just a shirt, right? But the implications were a whole other ball game
Yawns, sees it out of the corner of his eye, and does a whole quadruple take
Boy’s wide awake now
You better?? Not be going out in that??? You’re going to die????
Tells you that you should probably go change if you’re planning to go out and is just appalled when you ask why
Why?? Have you forgotten where exactly you are???
“It’s dangerous, obviously! Aren’t you scared some demon’s gonna kill you?”
“What? Like you did?”
The dead silence in the room afterwards 😭🤚
Immediately assumes it’s a joke and just dies
Like, obviously you’re wearing that to get a reaction out of the others! You’re not gonna wear that outside unironcially right? RIGHT??
When you ask him what he’s laughing abt and act confused when he mentions your shirt, he immediately goes from 😂 to 😟
You are pulling his leg right?? You jest??? You are being jokester, correct??
If you laugh and play it off as a joke, he’ll simply believe you and be a little embarrassed that he fell for it
If you’re still confused, and it’s obvious that you’re serious, he might just have to get Barbatos in here. And Lucifer. Actually, get both the angels too. You’re gonna need a Devildom history lesson and he’s not going to be the one to lecture you
Ima need him to get animated right the hell now there are no gifs in sight 😔
He sees it and just nearly drops his tea
Mc that is highly inappropriate!! In the demon lords castle, no less!!! In front of his scones!!
That’s what he should say as a responsible man. Instead, he’s more just kinda surprised and very amused
Kinda chuckles to himself but doesn’t bring it up with you. Although, he does make a point to escort you back to the House Of Lamentation. His presence is sure to make unsavoury strangers back off for a while
He doesn’t make a big deal out of it like some others. Besides, getting to pseudo-protect you on the street is a good feeling, even if you can handle yourself against a low ranking demon
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princess diavolo my beloved
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“I Got All A’s! Can I Have Some Dick?” (Bros + Undateables)
Just something stupid and funny I thought about. You had a very tough semester in the Devildom and you got good grades! You want to celebrate and go to your favorite demon to ask for a special reward.
Obvious NSFW warning. No minors allowed!
No Luke. Luke is baby.
I have a personal headcanon that Simeon likes to be totally cozy when he writes. We’re talking big fluffy sweaters or a blanket cozy. I like to think he wears glasses when he writes, too.
He’s part of a special committee who’s notified about your grades/progress so he actually knows before you do
Proud boyfriend is proud
Purrs when he opens up the wax-pressed envelope and reviews your marks
Secretly plans a cute, fancy dinner date at Ristorante Six
Is thinking of being suave and breaking the news to you when you bounce into his study (he may or may not have poured a couple of glasses of your favorite age-appropriate beverage)
He’s got something witty prepped and is ready to toast you and maybe steal a few kisses but you come out of left field like a bullet with a simple “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Lucifer.exe is broken
That’s what you want as a reward? No dinner, no date?
Literally doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. Totally freezes. Starts to stutter.
His brain kicks back in when you start playing with the folds of his collar and petting his chest and staring at him with those wanting eyes
Sets his glass down, fixes the cuff of his gloves, and hoists you up to plant you on the nearest surface. “I will make it worth every point, and you will say all the letters.” he purrs.
He’s just happy he passed.
Mammon actually does pretty well, he’s just a very...chaotically successful type. A lot of last minute turn-ins and such. Not top marks, but no dunce either.
Now that the semester’s over he’s checking his schedule to see when the next shoot is or if he has time to squeeze in a party. Maybe a trip somewhere. Something fun!
He’s feeling lucky! Lucky enough to win some money and make Goldie happy!
If he’s going anywhere, he needs a good luck charm though! He goes to hunt you down and his stomach just warms because you’re smiling and clearly in a good mood
It makes him purr in that cute, curious little way. Basically using the demon’s language to ask you why you’re in such a good mood (but you don’t know that. It’s basically a cute chirp).
You both shout your good news at the same time.
His invite to go tear it up was a bit long so it takes a minute for his brain to process what you said. You want...his dick?
Boy wants to blush SO BAD. HE’S SO RED!
Well now his thing seems stupid, doesn’t it? He wants to do your thing! Your thing sounds GREAT!
“OF COURSE you want to be with the GREAT Mammon!” he’s got his hands on his hips and his chest is puffed out big in that happy, silly way he has about him.
No, really, you do your thing. It’s a great thing.
It’s a good way to unwind from exams, right? He likes it!
If Levi didn’t get good grades, Lucifer would kill him.
Probably force him to go to school physically ALL THE TIME!
HIS SUBSCRIPTIONS WOULD BE AT RISK,OKAY?
He’s a solid B student (at least). No desire to be all A’s. Too much time away from other passions.
Because he’s well-behaved and leas likely to get on Lucifer’s nerves, he gets a little bit of bonus money for good grades.
Levi’s neck-deep in his charts and comparisons and muttering to himself about where to invest that money when you pop into his room
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?!”
You get The Noise
How indecent! How naughty of you to ask! But yes, yes you can. Absolutely. 100%!
He’s really shy about it because it’s sudden and you asked him instead of him having a cool moment or anything, but it ends up being a giggle-filled romp that ends with a cuddle in his bathtub bed and you wrapped up in his tail
He totally suggests a round two with a sexy VR game or just making bets with ‘winner take all’
He’s a grade juggernaut with lots of self-discipline so Satan expects to get out what he gets in
The type to be smug because he knows he did well. He owes it to himself and he’s glad.
Likes to treat himself to an outing, be it a simple walk or a visit to a cafe or even a new book
Satan’s 100% ready to settle down with some books by the fireplace. At the end of the semester he typically makes a one or two-portion charcuterie board and picks at it while he reads
Thumb keeping his place, Satan’s in the middle of stacking a fancy little cracker with meat and cheese when you let yourself in
His eyes flick to you and he smiles, eating his little cracker
You pick at his tray with him (he’ll let you, of course). “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Chokes on cracker. It’s not a good time
Almost drowns himself/further chokes trying to wash it down with drink
Can’t help but laugh at your...bold request
When he sees he’s kind of sputtered all over himself, he slips out of his clothes and makes a few witty jokes as your ‘naked butler’
Naked butler happily provides his services
Later he makes you picked crushed cracker off the floor with him
The second Asmo knew he passed everything (like he always does. Just because he’s pretty doesn’t mean he’s stupid!), he booked himself a full day pampering experience
His inner circle of beauty specialist know his routine so they save his spots for him
Asmo sweet-talked them into including his favorite human and he’s DYING to tell you and DYING to make his brothers jealous
You skip into his room, so bright and lovely, and hold his hands in the cute excited way he likes. Makes his heart skip a beat every time like it’s young love.
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Doesn’t expect it and has probably never been asked ‘Can I have some dick?’ in the thousands of years he’s been alive
Boy gives an airy laugh because he’s surprised and flattered. Of COURSE you want him (because who wouldn’t?) but he always gets a bit shy when it’s YOU asking
“Sounds amazing,” he’s already peppering you with kisses, “and I’m happy to provide but can we do it after our special spa day?”
You guys have a sweet, lazy round the day of the booking to ‘loosen up’ and ‘fully appreciate the services’ and he DEFINITELY worships you when all is said and done because ‘the epitome of beauty deserve the epitome of devotion’
Boy works hard and celebrates even harder. Usually with food
Because he’s always hungry and looking forward to eating, Beel likes to do his work ahead of time. The sooner he does it, the more time he has to eat!
He has to keep up good grades to stay on the sports teams, anyways
Solid B student, sometimes A’s. C’s and below aren’t a thing. He refuses.
Because he is also best boy and generally acts as Lucifer’s pseudo-enforcer, he also gets some bonus money.
The coach of his local sports team also pitches in because Beel is best boy and a TANK. He could literally carry the whole team
Beel’s all set to hit the town with his food money when find him and wrap your arms around him
He’s all excited and ready to tell you about the food money when you make his face catch fire. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Brain also stops. BEEL IS SO EMBARRASSED!
You’d rather have him than food? That’s pretty impressive! He’s honored!
But...what if you could have both? He’s totally down for both!
You celebrate your success by staying in (bed) and spoiling yourselves with food in-between rounds
Belphie is a ‘C’s get degrees’ kind of guy but C’s are his minimum. Tries for B’s and usually gets mid-to-low B’s.
With exams over he’s 100% down to sleep the day away and there’s NO REASON for ANYONE TO BUG HIM ABOUT IT!
Totally prepared to live in his finest pyjamas until school starts again. Might even treat himself to a new pillow or blanket!
If he hadn’t learned your scent by now, you wouldn’t have a face when you breach his blanket cocoon
Belphie just snorts and smiles at your little face and messy hair (the blankets give it static and mess it up)
You kiss his nose and wait to make sure he’s really awake before sharing the good news. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Laughs himself to the point of almost choking on one of his blankets
Throws himself out of the cocoon to breathe and wipe his tears away
But yes, yes you can. After he calms down, he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him.
It’s fun and lazy but a genuine celebration of the end of the semester
He’s the other part of the committee that saw your grades, so he knows
It’s a bit off his plate so he won’t have as many duties to attend to
Diavolo wasn’t sure when you’d come over, but Barbatos assured him you’d be over that day. He did his best to speed through his meetings and arrange his schedule to have a rest period
He asked Barbatos to prepare a small, modest lunch of finger foods and some complimentary tea
You may have thought Diavolo was making himself a plate when you walked in, but it was actually a plate for you
The prince of the Devildom almost dropped that plate when you said, “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Prince of Hell is super blushy and flustered and awkward and almost knocks his teacup off the table. Is suddenly scrambling to make sure he doesn’t know anything else off the table
Tries to compose himself but can’t help the boyish smile and laugh that escapes him
You’re just such a lovely, fascinating person! He’s so happy to have you. His life seems eternal but you make it so fresh and new! His heart just bursts with love and delight.
Is no longer worried about the food or pushing in your chair for you. Offers his lap instead. “I have an opening for that,” he assures, pulling you onto his lap.
Diavolo likes to think he’s thoughtful about taking you on the floor because Barbatos doesn’t have much to clean up.
If your stomach grumbles after you’re settled and sleepy, he pulls himself off your body long enough to grab a plate from the table and put it beside your head.
Demons have more stamina and it would be un-princely of him not to spoil you, so he feeds you until you’re too sleepy to eat.
It’s exhausting to be able to see multiple timelines and see into the future.
He never knows how far into the future he’s seeing, or if it’s in the timeline he’s currently in
All he knows is he heard you ask him for dick and almost dumped the wrong thing in the soup, okay?
Had to excuse himself and ask someone on the cooking team to take over for him while he “dealt with another matter” (laughed it out where no one could hear him)
I’m not sure if Barbatos is considered a student at RAD, but Diavolo must be too. We’ll say he is. Boy is a master of self-discipline and scheduling so he’s fine. Flawless, as a butler should be. It carries over into all things.
It’s a delicate balance sometimes, but he’s type A and used to being busy so it works itself out. He does well.
Barbatos simply looks forward to having less to do. Focusing on Diavolo can be a job all its own.
He was planning on making a few sweets for Luke and the others. Diavolo suggested a “pot luck” to celebrate. It’s something the humans came up with and he seems to like it. It turns into sweets for the pot luck
Probably makes you a special mini-dessert or a special portion of the dessert
If he’s in control of plate presentation, you might get a special sauce heart of chocolate heart
When Diavolo is generous enough to include him in the celebration (because he deserves it and you’re there, so it’d be cruel not to), Barbatos makes small talk and woos you subtly
You ask him to “show you where to take the dishes” to get him alone. He can feel it in his little demon bones. You’re about to do it.
You do it.
You’re basically vibrating with excitement because you probably planned this and think you’re very clever. Human enthusiasm is so darling and it makes his heart pitter-patter to think you were simply bursting to ask HIM this.
“But of course,” he helps you stack the plates and guides your hand to the silverware sorter because you’re looking at him instead of what you’re doing. You almost put a fork in the spoon section. “Covered in chocolate? Plain?”
He’s trying to one-up you. He loves seeing his human change colors and not know what to do.
You whisper “I prefer wet,” back in his ear and Barbatos wonders how he didn’t see THAT in any of his visions
You: 1, Barbatos: 0. Helpless. Defenseless. Horny.
“That will be ready shortly,” he’s already pulling you away, down the hall, to meet your request.
It wouldn’t serve him to do poorly in the Devildom. Basically wasted opportunity
He’s not a straight A student but he does well. Really pulls out the stops on major projects and things that are worth more points than others
Isn’t perfect at everything but makes up for it. Solid B’s, always really close to A’s. At least a couple low A’s.
Solomon doesn’t quite know how he wants to celebrate. He knows Asmo’s already pestering him to go shopping or clubbing
He’s considering it. He’d like to drink, honestly
You show up, light of his life, his favorite person, and he feels himself warm with joy
He revels in being the only other human in the Devildom. It makes your relationship that much more special, he thinks. It’s kind of stupid, but it’s something to coyly hold over the others whenever he sees fit. All in play, of course (not).
“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”
Pretends to think and looks anywhere but your face. If he looks at your face he’ll blush himself stupid and won’t be able to say anything smart.
He can’t lie. He’s already hard. He appreciates humor and wit and you’re all of it.
Very bold of you to come onto him like that, and he’s 100% for it.
“Can you take it?” Solomon wishes he said something smoother, that he wasn’t already slipping between your legs and grinding against you like the weak man he was. He doesn’t regret it though because the friction is good. Something you both need.
He whispers against your skin and gives you light, sloppy kisses with a hint of teeth.
He gives, and he’s generous. He wants to reward your efforts.
Simeon makes it a point of personal pride to do well in the Devildom
That’s the utmost symbol of peace and understanding, isn’t it? To embrace their culture and livelihood and do well? To do well means he’s understanding them and walking in their shoes. It’s only right
He works hard and does well. Doesn’t stress himself out with A’s since he’s keeping up his grades because it’s required. He’d rather reconnect with the brothers and try to help Luke enjoy the Devildom.
He’s happy to spend his free time taking Luke to places in the Devildom, trying to visit the House of Lamentation, and maybe working on some things for TSL since editors are clamoring for more
You stop by because he’s been fairly quiet, wrapped up in his favorite writing sweater with his little editing glasses on
Simeon smiles and greets you with his little ‘Hi, angel’ as he kisses your hand.
Boy almost breaks his favorite pen when you ask him for...for dick?
He’s not absolutely clueless but this boy has been in ‘holy angel’ mode for centuries. He struggles with texting and stickers and you expect him to know slang?!
So confused he takes his glasses off. Boy can’t comprehend
“You’re asking me to procure one? Like...the ones humans use from those stores? You want mine? Well, I certainly hope so because we’re--oh...”
He could write books of poetry about you, and though he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s had those thoughts
“Well,” he’s standing up from his chair and guides you so gently to his bed it’s like you’re floating on a cloud. He lays you down just as gently, fabrics whispering as he slips out of his sweater and it pools at his feet. “I wouldn’t be a very good angel if I ignored the wishes of my dear human, would I?”
Doesn’t really see the point of sex as a reward, but will never turn down a moment to show how cherished you are.
Hope you liked it :)
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asking them for their coat
includes: lucifer, mammon, beel, belphie, diavolo x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .5k | rated g | m.list | pt 2
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➳ lucifer lends you his jacket without hesitation, gently draping it over your shoulders. “i told you you should have brought a jacket,” he chides gently, “though i’ll admit it’s even colder than i thought it’d be.” his jacket is warm and thick, the pleasant and familiar smell of his cologne drifts off of the collar, and despite ourself, you can’t help but indulge in a good sniff, hoping lucifer doesn’t see. he totally does, but his stomach does a weird wiggly thing that keeps him from bringing it up. the idea of you enjoying the way he smells… well, it’s an intriguing thought.
➳ mammon blinks at you. “oh! ya want to borrow my jacket? sure thing?” he shrugs out of it, passing it over without any fanfare. “sorry, i haven’t washed it in a few days.” you zip it up, the sleeves falling over your hands, and are instantly warmer, the thick material already heated thanks to mammon’s body heat. you shove your hands in the pockets, startled to feel stuff in them, and when you pull it out, you’re unsurprised to see a few crumpled up wrappers, some coins, and a few other random small items. it’s somehow so mammon, and you can't help but smile as you put it back.
➳ beel skips handing his sweatshirt to you, instead tugging it gently over your head. the fabric pools around you, soft and warm, and it falls nearly to your knees. you’re grateful though, hugging yourself as you bask in not being cold anymore. “is that better?” beel asks earnestly, and you nod, rolling the sleeves up a couple of times. “good. you can keep it, if you want. i have a bunch of others.” beel isn’t lying, but his intentions aren’t completely pure; he likes seeing you in his clothes, likes being able to help when you need it.
➳ belphie doesn’t really want to part with his jacket, but he supposes he should, for you. after all, he’s not going to be responsible for your suffering. besides, he’s a demon and can withstand the cold much longer than you can. your chilled fingers fumble on the buttons, making him sigh and gently push them aside. “what would you do without me?” he says with a little sigh, deftly finishing them, his hands lingering a little longer than they should have. “freeze,” he says, after a moment, answering his own question, pretending he’s unaffected by the bashful grin you’re giving him.
➳ diavolo wraps his coat around you, the fabric soft against your neck. “i hope this helps,” he says, feeling somewhat responsible for your chattering teeth. “we’ll have to go shopping to get you a sturdier coat.” he likes seeing you in red, likes how it looks against your skin, likes how you were unafraid to ask him for it, even though he’s the demon lord. you shove your hands in the pockets, smiling up at him. the coat is thick and comfortable, and you like how he obviously likes seeing you in it. maybe you should ask him for it more often.
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Diavolo: you're faking your orgasms
gn!reader x Diavolo
You confess to your partner that you've been faking your orgasms, and feel sexually frustrated, despite his high sex drive
he'll be in absolute shock
can't believe you're being serious at first
you'll have to explain it to him a few times
Diavolo will be heartbroken
he'll apologize very sincerely and give you some space after your talk
not just for you, but he needs some for himself as well
when your break ends, he'll be very clingy
feels somewhat ashamed of himself though
he did a whole lot of research on this kinda problem in relationships and ends up wholly blaming himself in a quite unhealthy way
Diavolo tries talking it out a lot to figure out how to fix it, despite being visibly humiliated when discussing his failures
he'll also indulge in a lot of non-sexual intimacy now!
when you two do have sex again, he constantly checks up on you and makes sure you're content with everything that's happening, and you feel good
will suggest trying some new things, unique positions, toys, maybe a change of roles?
Dia is suuuper proud of you for bringing it up, by the way! No matter how humiliated he felt, he knows you must have felt even worse, and this issue also improved the communication in your relationship a whole lot
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Diavolo co/ck warming
“C-can you move, please?” Diavolo groaned, squirming under you. You shook your head and earned a whine. “Dia, it’s only been ten minutes, come on, you have lots of paperwork to do, you don’t want it to fall behind, do you?” He tried to slip his hands under your thighs to lift you up, but you quickly swatted his hands away. “Dia! If you misbehave I’ll make you wait longer!” You growled out, moving up just to slam down again, he whimpered, you know the prince was sensitive, but he needed to learn patience!
You still yourself again and Diavolo is panting behind you. “Dia,” You got his attention again. “Do your work and I’ll reward you, I’m not moving until this stack of paperwork is down.” You gesture to the stack of paperwork the size of a dictionary. He groans and leans forward, pressing against your back. He picked up his phone pen and got to work.
He was doing a good job, but after 15 minutes the poor demon couldn’t focus. He squeezes your thigh, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “P-please? M-move just a little? I can w-work while you ride me.” You laughed at his weak attempt to get you to move. You tightened around him, making him gasp.
“I’m not moving until you get at least half the stack done. You have twenty minutes before I leave you like this.” He quickly got back to work and though his hand writing was sloppy, he was getting far more work done than he usally would.
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