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imagineanime2022 · 11 months

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Married Life With The Undateables

Solomon X Reader, Simeon X Reader, Barbatos X Reader, Diavolo X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I love your one shots so i have a request. How about married life with the undateables?

Solomon

✨ Being married to Solomon is strange to say the least, there are a large number of people who have asked if there was some kind of love potion involved and Solomon refuses to give them a straight answer. ✨ If you spend time with any of the brothers or anyone else in Devildom really, he will get jealous and it presents itself as sarcastic or sassy comments directed towards the person that you are hanging out with. ✨ Will whisk you away when he thinks that you're taking too long especially if it has something to do with the brothers. ✨ We all know what Solomon’s cooking is like, so about the only thing that you let him do is stir what you're making, he’s under strict instruction not to do anything else. ✨ Solomon will more often than not take care of menial tasks like cleaning or laundry with a spell but when you both have time to do it together he’ll help. ✨ He’s quite handsy so when he’s near you there’s always a hand or an arm around your waist. He likes touching you in some way because that means that when something happens he can pull you out of the way before any harm comes to you. ✨ You talked about kids… Then he pointed to the demon lords and the angel babies and asked if you really needed any. ✨ Values the quiet time that you both get together and the fact that you’ll listen to him talk about spells for hours. ✨ If you get sick, he’ll be the one to look after you, he might enlist the help of Luke to get you some good food but everything else he does on his own, he might internally worry but you’ll never know. ✨ He will seek you out after long days and will offer himself to you when you need him. ✨ Is the type to tease you, if you tell him he looks handsome he’ll run with it and try to make you flustered.

Simeon

😇 Simeon is probably the easiest person to be married to, he’s respectful, sweet, caring and more often than not will put you before anything else. 😇 He has little use for late shows of affection and much prefers that you tell him on a more intimate level, he doesn’t need everyone else to know that you love him but he does need you to show him. 😇 He is always careful with you no matter whether you are a demon, human or angel like him. Everyone has their weakness and he’s mindful of yours. 😇 You don’t really talk about children because he comes complete with one (Luke), he serves the same purpose even to the point where Simeon had to talk to him before you were married to explain that you weren’t replacing him. 😇 If you tell him that he’s handsome or that his eyes are pretty he’ll turn the compliment on you in an attempt to take the attention away from him and appreciate you all at the same time. 😇 People honestly think you're the cutest couple out there, Simeon holds the door for you, walks on the side of the pavement that is closer to the road, you feed him things when you know that he’s been too busy to eat. 😇 He’ll try and get you whatever you want, he won’t let you go without something that you need. 😇 Helps with any and all chores around the house, he doesn't want you doing that all by yourself, you both share the house after all. 😇 Knows what to do when to get sick (he’s had to look after Luke when he’s sick after all) and he doesn’t panic at all, he gets everything that you need and helps you get better 😇 Hates having to be apart for long periods of time and will often try to get things finished quickly so that he doesn’t have to be away for too long ( he asks Luke to stay with you when he has to be gone for a long time, at least you won’t be lonely.) 😇 He's not a fan of PDA, so never really goes past having a hand on your waist or holding your hand but once you are in the house all bets are off (unless Luke is home too.) 😇 If you like to read Simeon will have you read over drafts of his book and then put you on the acknowledgement page. 😇 Simeon doesn’t really get jealous, he’s happy that you have friends that can keep you company and that you are happy, your happiness is the most important thing to him.

Barbatos

🫖 Barbatos is probably the best husband anyone could ask for except for the fact that his job demanded most of his attention. 🫖 The most you’ll get from Barbatos in public is a kiss on the forehead but once you're alone, you better be ready to tell him that you want a kiss or even take it because the smirk on his face says that he won’t be giving it to you for free. 🫖 You don’t like him doing the house considering how demanding his job is, you try to get everything done before he gets home. 🫖 You guys cook together all the time, it’s one of the things that he loves to do with you, because he usually ends up slow dancing around the kitchen with you while you wait for the food to cook. 🫖 He plays with your fingers when you are together. 🫖 Looks after you well when you're ill, he even talks to Diavolo about having some time off when he finds out that you're sick. 🫖 He’ll help you with outfits for any events or dinners that you are both invited to. 🫖 You are going to have to be able to look after yourself for the most part because he leaves early and comes home late. 🫖 That being said, when he does see you throughout the day he always checks in to make sure that everything is okay. 🫖 Barbatos is indifferent about children and honestly he’s okay with never having them. If he does have kids he’s okay with 1 or 2 anymore and you might be pushing it a little bit. 🫖 He values that time that you have together and will often worry that there is someone with more time for you out there, he needs only a small amount of reassurance but he’ll never show you, you’ll just have to reaffirm your love every now and again. 🫖 He’s silently jealous and something will happen to the person that you're talking to and you know who is responsible but no one else does. 🫖 Though Barbatos is patient, you should be careful because he is not against punishing you for actions that he deems to far.

Diavolo

👑 You married the prince of Devildom, you expected this to be easy… You were wrong and it’s not because you are a royal couple about to take over from his father, it’s because he’s a man child. 👑 You literally tag team with Barbatos to get him to do all of the jobs that he needs to. 👑 He loves showing affection no matter where you are or what the occasion is, you have to remind him to tone it down when you are in public or at a meeting of some kind. 👑 Had a throne put in next to his because he won’t have you standing the whole time that you are together. 👑 Doesn't really know anything about house work considering Barbatos does it all for him and most of the time the demon butler has it all done before you’ve even thought about it. 👑 If you're sick he panics and calls Barbatos, he won’t leave your side from the moment that fall sick to the day you get up as if nothing happened. 👑 He’s playful and more often than not, he’ll just randomly lift you or tickle your sides just to hear you laugh. 👑 Will also lift you to help you reach anything that you can’t and carry you places when you get tired. 👑 When you finally get some time to yourself he takes the time to ask about your day and listen to what you have to say, loves it when you massage his head and around his horns. 👑 Sleeps with you laying on top of him, given his size it’d be hard for him to sleep without almost crushing you unless you were the one laying on top of him. 👑 Diavolo loves you with all of his heart and will do anything for you but there’s one thing that you are going to have to figure out together and that’s kids because the king needs an heir.

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maximumwrites · 1 year

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anytime i check out sugar daddy diavolo tags, its typically hella sexual (which like- i totally get LMAO) but after learning about sugaring a bit more, my brain has been thoroughly rotting about platonic sugaring with diavolo.

✤as everyone already knows, diavolo loves inviting mc round for tea and such

✤but then one day, when mc complains lightly about being low on grimm after a bet with mammon, diavolo offers to give mc some money, citing the whole prince-bottomless-wallet and if youre like me you’ll refuse

✤ sooner than expected, hes inviting mc for dinner rather than the usual tea

✤immediately you can tell somethings up with how excited he's acting

✤”Mc! you look stunning- as usual- I invited you here because I have a proposition for you...”

✤He was so excited to explain his human research™

✤”i don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable around me, and if you're not interested, then we can go back to what we were doing before” please get him to stop before he embarasses himself

✤if you do end up agreeing then he is immediately discussing boundaries

✤in all honesty, he really is just looking for a shoulder and an ear, and if they requires sponsoring then he is more than willing

✤once you finish discussing he is wanting to get to know even more about you: past relationships, past friendships, relationship with money, family, your life back in the human world, your friendships in devildom, please tell him EVERYTHING

✤he's a bit more closed off, but the more you guys go out, the more he’s willing to open up and maybe talk about his dad

✤being his sugar baby consists of:

~hanging round the DLC whenever the both of you are avaliable

~dates in all the hot spots of the devildom

~days off from RAD whenever you request

~hella gifts ESPECIALLY jewelry (i might actually go into this further in another)

~because hes always usually cant go on trips often, he’ll definitely sponsor much needed getaways for you and whomever you wish to accompany you

~and LOTS of dinners

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i lost motivation for this halfway through in case you couldnt tell and i also havent written in... *checks previous posts* ever...so YEAH if anyone can even see this than ily <3

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #om #omomtrta #obey me imagines #diavolo #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader #diavolo imagine #obey me oneshot #diavolo oneshot

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daydreameroftheunreals · 4 months

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Imagine Diavolo looking like he's counselling MC as usual and listening attentively but he was actually picturing your yapping mouth and glossy pouty lips wrapped around his cock as you gagged from his demon sized cock at that very moment. How he would be very glad to just slam you on his wooden table and rip all of your clothes and just fuck all of your stress and problems away if you'd just ask~~!

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo smut #obey me smut #obey me oneshot #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me thoughts #diavolo smut

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kanroji-san · 6 months

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On a Call

Mc: Dear, I'm breaking up-

Diavolo:*With a serious tone* Im pregnant

Mc: I meant the call...

Diavolo:...right, sorry. I panicked my spouse...

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lunarlucii · 2 months

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HIS WINGS

FEATURING: LUCIFER,MAMMON,ASMODEUS,BEELZEBUB,DIAVOLO,SIMEON

TW: some suggestive things in some but mostly fluff:)

HIS WINGS (YOU ARE HERE)|HIS TAIL

LUCIFER

-it would take a while for him to show you his wings let alone touch them

-but when he does please be gentle! and make sure it's in private because his pride will get destroyed

-but his wings have this soft feeling and they look very clean from all the care he puts into them

-later on he'll let you help preen them because four wings is a lot for one person

-but it's also a way for him to show how much he loves you and it's good bonding time too!

-his most sensitive place with his wings is where his wings meet with his back

-he really likes when you take your time with each wing because to him it shows you care and are willing to put the time in to help

-and sometimes at night when he lets his wings unravel and let them be out he'll wrap them around you when you cuddle with him

-and the same goes when your in bed too when in the heat of the moment he'll wrap his wings around you to pull you in closer to him

MAMMON

-like lucifer it would take him a bit to let you see his wings but not as long though

-his wings have a leathery feel to them and the ends of his wings like the spikes almost feel like plaster but a little stronger

-he may not put that much care since there not feathery either but he still cleans them once in a while, enough to look like he cleans them more often then he does

-he does let you touch them often though after he gets used to you which is pretty quick and he also likes the attention when you touch them

-his most sensitive area would be then end of his wings

-a lot of times when you cuddle he will also keep them wrapped around you

-his wings are also very useful in the hot summer because he can move his wings around to give cool air:)

ASMODEUS

-he will just ask you to touch them straight up after a week of knowing each other

-his wings look leathery but they don't feel like it they kind of feel like a thin blanket but that still feels really nice

-he will not let anyone else touch his wing except you, he can't have his pretty wings dirty and who know where other demons hands have been!

-he definitely has his wings out around you and he has special masks for his wings to keep them the way they are

-when he cuddles with you it's him laying his head on your chest and his wings wrapping around your waist and his hands around your neck

-he also has his wings out in bed too because he likes to use them to toy with you when your under him

-or it's a situation with you on top and his wings keeping you close by wrapping them around your waist

BEELZEBUB

-he refrained from showing his wings as well because of his sensitive they are and how easily they could get teared up because of how close they are to bugs wings

-but when he does he warns you on how sensitive they are but he will let you touch as much as you want as long as he trusts you

-again his wings are closed related to a flys wings or a bugs wings so they are very thin so they could easily rip apart

-he sometimes has his wings out but not often but he won't cuddle with them out either

-but if you like insect anatomy he will gladly let you look at them to study if you wanted!

DIAVOLO

-so help lucifer if he ever saw you touch diavolos wings he would about be in his grave

-but diavolo would love when you touch his wings!

-his wings are like mammons and feel like leather but around the spikes of his wings feel like silicone or plaster

-he would love if you decorated his wings with things that match him

-but his wings have a decorative shape on the base of his back that goes up his wing and like lucifer where his wings meet his back is his most sensitive place

-he'll cuddle with his wings around you like a protective sheild

-it's a 50/50 if he had them out in bed it's not a total yes or no but when he does he uses them to fan you firming it to cool you both down

SIMEON

-you would have to ask first but you must wash your hands with holy water before touching, ever touch had to be pure

-his wings aren't to sensitive but his wings feel soft and silky every time you touch them

-sometimes his wings feel like a really fuzzy blanket so they are nice to lay on if you have trouble sleeping

-he will let you preen them but again wash your hands with holy water and after you finish cleaning he puts some holy water on his wings

-he will gladly have them out around you and he would love to cuddle you with his wings and the hugs are literally heaven too because his wings are so soft

-he will never have them out in bed his wings need to be pure he needs to feel pure when doing the do

-LUNARLUCII 2024-

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heartsforgreedyman · 1 year

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What if MC died?

listen it's 2 am and I just had this idea. hear me out:

It's long after the initial death when Belphie had killed MC. Like years. And in some horrible circumstances, MC died. Like no magic or time travel could save them or bring them back. This was their fate.

Solomon goes and tells the bros and they just can't wrap their head around it. They're all crying, grabbing their chest, hair, their clothes. Trying to ground themselves to the best of their abilities. In the first 5 minutes of it all, Satan even threatens Solomon, claiming he's playing some horrible joke but no, he offers to bring the 7 to MC's grave.

It's at this point MC is up in the Celestial Realm, causing absolute mayhem. I mean they can't go see the 7 bros!? You're asking to be killed twice over. When the riot they cause doesn't work, they go to the boys' Father.

"HEY! Hey look at me!!"

"I don't have time. If it's an urgent issue go to my attendant"

"You know I fucked your sons"

ABSOLUTELY WHIPS HIS HEAD AT MC LIKE EXCUSE ME!?

"yeah. I fucked em all. the 7 rulers of the underworld!! and you know what? the morning star himself was the best"

que MC falling from grace.

poor Diavolo and Barbatos are just casually walking their way to the House of Lamentation when MC just hits the ground in front of the two.

Clearly surprised and unknowing, Dia and Barb are just like "omg new devil!! hii :D" "are you okay? My Lord maybe we should wait on the check in"

MC dusts themselves off and just "Hey Diavolo!! Hi Barbatos. You like my new horn?" AND THEY JUST JAW DROP

Suddenly you're being dragged to the HoL and Dia is demanding the 7 to come out if their rooms claiming he has something that will break them right out of their stupor.

the 7 begrudgingly go to the common room where MC and Barb stand waiting for everyone. Finally once everyone is in Dia is just like "do it" and Barb shoves MC in the bros faces and they're all freaking out and half are still going through the grief.

"DIAVOLO THIS IS A SICK JOKE"

"MC!? IS THAT REALLY YOU!?"

"YOU HAVE HORNS????"

then straight to story time as to how MC died and how they finally got to fall after a week of hell in heaven. the bros get really soft after, cuddles, kisses, movie night. I mean they have to make up for the lost time now. especially since MC can live on with them forever now!! they don't have to fear they die ever again nor go through that horrible pain

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me!#obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me oneshot #obey me headcanons

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yandere-daydreams · 7 months

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Title: Profane.

Commissioned by the very lovely, very patient @elsecrytt.

Pairing: Yandere!Diavolo x Reader (Obey Me).

Word Count: 7.0k.

TW: AFAB!Reader, Dub/Con (Coercion + Inebriation), Brief Cannibalism, Wildly Unhealthy Relationships, Manipulation, Torture (No Injury To Reader), No Like Literal Torture, Gore, Blood, Possessiveness, Theology, and Past Trauma (Reader's Got Issues). The Dove Was Dead, Got Resurrected, And Is Once Again Dead. Please Do Not Eat.

Barbatos showed you to the garden himself.

Usually, guests as unremarkable as yourself would be ushered in by some lesser demonic spirit, shown directly to Diavolo’s in-home office, and rushed out as quickly as the prince’s unwavering sense of hospitality would allow. You’d been through the process yourself a handful of times since you came to the underworld, gotten to visit the castle on an errand for RAD often enough for the shocked awe to dull into simple wonder, but you’d never been able to see the prince or Barbatos in their own home, and when you received the prince’s package, when you smelled the fresh scent of roses and felt silk against your hands, a part of you refused to believe this could be anything but another request to run a few files from one location to another, an invitation to discuss an upcoming festival or ceremony somewhere less imposing than the shadowy, stiflingly gothic student council room. Part of you still refused to believe it now, in all honesty, even as you walked arm-in-arm with the prince’s butler. Even as you wore the gown he'd sent to your off-campus apartment, a wine-red train trailing half a meter behind you and the fabric of the corset clinging to your skin like spider silk.

Even as you stepped into his rose garden, the rose garden. The rose garden you’d only ever heard about in gossip and rumors. The rose garden that was supposed to be saved for the prince and his select few.

The rose garden you were never supposed to see, and yet.

And yet.

A pavilion had been erected in the center of the innermost ring and decorated for the occasion, cords of red blossoms strung across the obsidian guardrails and a trail of flower petals left out to guide your way. Barbatos left you a few paces away from the pavilion’s steps, bowing his head as he detangled himself from your rigid hold. He spared you no words of comfort, offered you no advice, only letting out a breath of a chuckle as he slipped away and disappeared into the tangle of the garden. It fell onto you to soothe yourself, so you did – sucking a ragged inhale and balling your shirt in your hands before forcing yourself to relax, driving an ounce of tension out of your shoulders and willing your hands to stop shaking as you took an unsteady step towards the pavilion, then another, then another, until you were starting up the short staircase and it was too late to turn around and hide. There was a table let up on the center of the platform, a teapot and matching cups and saucers laid out among a sugar jar and an adorably quaint cream jug. It would’ve been charmingly simple, if the set hadn’t been crafted from pure obsidian and most likely would have cost more than a year of your salary.

Diavolo was at the head of the table, dressed in a suit that matched your gown. The sound of your footsteps drew his attention, his expression brightening as his eyes might yours and a wide, giddy smile you could only compare to that of a lovestruck schoolboy spread across his lips. He pushed himself to his feet hastily, your name falling from his lips with a slight stutter. There was a rose in his hand, but rather than thrust it into yours, he held onto it, opting to pull you into a brief, bone-crushing hug, instead. “I’m sorry to call you here on such short notice,” he said, his voice breathy and the words spoken quickly enough to blur together. “And I, well—” Now, the rose was presented to you, his smile taken on a shy tilt. “I thought it’d be romantic. Admittedly, it feels a little silly now.”

“No, no, it’s very sweet.” You rushed to reassure him, more afraid of making this more awkward than it had to be than genuinely hurting his feelings. You tried to take the rose by the stem, but your thumb caught on an unpruned thorn and you pulled back out of instinct. There was no pain, but when you glanced down, you found a small bead of scarlet, the injury practically nonexistent but an injury, nonetheless. Diavolo’s expression faltered, but you were quick to take up the rose again and tuck anything that might’ve sown any ill-will away. “You were going to tell me why you asked me to come…?”

Immediately, his smile returned in full force. “Please, have a seat.”

A chair was pulled out, a cup filled and sugar cubes dispensed generously. You took the cup in your hands, but didn’t raise it to your lips, only soaking in the gentle warmth as Prince Diavolo cleared his throat and went on, more nervous than a man of his status, a man with so much power over you had any right to be. “I’m sure you’ve already guessed why you’re here. I know subtly isn’t my strong suit.” A slight pause, a hopeful smile. Somehow, the implication of his anxiety alone was enough to make the knot resting in the pit of your stomach twist that much tighter. “We don’t know each other very well, but… I think I’d like to know you a little better, if you understand what I mean.”

Oh, you did.

You’d understood as soon as you saw the low cut of the dress, as soon as you were told you’d be meeting him in privacy.

Still, you played coy, shaking your head as you leaned back in your seat. “I’m afraid I don’t, your highness.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I don’t want you to feel like royalty, right now.” And yet, he’d asked you to meet him behind his castle, attended to by his butler, wearing the gown he’d had tailor made for you. You would to ask how he got a hold of your measurements later on. Actually, you shouldn’t ask him anything at all – it’d be a mercy if you never had to talk to him again. “I’d like to court you. Officially. With your permission, of course.”

It was a thoughtful gesture, but then again, your permission could only count for so much when a flick of his wrist and a half-baked royal decree would change the meaning of consent by its very definition.

You let your eyes fall to the table, then to the rose in your hand. “I don’t know how to say this,” A pair of pursed lips, a decisive beat of silence. “But, I’m not sure, your highness.”

This time, he didn’t bother to correct you. “You’re not sure?”

“As you said, we don’t know each other very well.” You gaze caught on the spot of blood still welling on the pad of your thumb. A minor inconvenience, but still an inconvenience. It’d make handling much of anything a nuisance for the rest of the day. It’d make you pause the next time you thought about taking a particularly beautiful rose by the stem. “And I’m afraid there might be some parts of me that you wouldn’t be so happy with, if you saw them for yourself.”

That seemed to catch his attention. Whereas you leaned back, he leaned forward, arms crossing over the tabletop. “I have to admit, it’s hard to believe that there’s any part of you I wouldn’t be happy with.”

“It’s just,” A thorn in the right place could ruin the entire rose. Hopefully, if you managed to break the skin, he’d give up on you entirely and move on to less pointed flowers. “I have some… appetites that people have deemed difficult to keep up with, in the past. It’s nothing out of place for those in my profession, but I’d hate for you to have to waste your time tending to my desires.”

You could practically see the excitement spark in his eyes, feel it rolling off of him in waves. “Please, go on.”

“It’s too morbid to discuss in polite company,” you said, sparing a glance towards the walls of the rose garden, as if you were wary that someone might be listening in. “But things tend to get gory rather quickly, and I have been known to get a little carried away when I get something sharp in my hand.”

The tea was put aside completely, forgotten in favor of more interesting topics. He didn’t stand, didn’t do anything to close the limited distance between you, but you could tell he wanted to, that he wasn’t taking your threats seriously enough for intrigue to dip into caution, and that was all you needed. “I think you’d look stunning with something sharp in your hand.”

“But I’d hate to waste your time,” you reiterated, bowing your head. “And your subjects might not care for me, once they see what I’ve done to their ruler.”

“We’ll have to keep this our little secret, then.” While you had your doubts about how secret one of his secrets could stay, he was clearly excited enough to buy into the idea that it would be possible. “And, as for your appetites…”

This time, he stood, rounding the table and falling to one knee at your side. For a second, your heart stopped beating in your chest, your mind forcing you to consider the possibility that your vision of rings and proposal might not have been based entirely in paranoid delusion, but he only gestured for your hand and reluctantly, you gave it to him. His lips ghosted over the curve of your knuckles, then turning your hand over in his own, the apex of your wrist, lingering against your pulse point. Finally, he pulled away, grinning up at you as he went on.

“I’m sure we’ll find a way to satisfy that hunger.”

You were starting to wonder if, even in your grandest of schemes, your eyes might’ve been bigger than your stomach.

It was old work. Diavolo – as he insisted you call him, despite your best attempts to keep a semblance of formality between you and him – was eager to please, quick to show you he was just as enthusiastic as you claimed to be and dedicate one of the more expendable rooms in his sprawling castle to your little engagements. The tools of your trade were discussed and crafted into familiar shapes: thorns braided into the lashes of the whips, runic symbols you’d long-since forgotten how to read burnt into the leather of the riding crop, a small vial of holy water waiting beside a gold-lined tub of water. Even the dagger you were holding was of celestial design, the blade symmetrical and gilded with pure silver, the hilt molded but not padded, allowing the chill to seep into your palm without reservation.

It was a relief, however small, that you wouldn’t have to use the demonic weapons you’d nearly gotten used to. In the Devildom, suffering was just another tool, something to be used when convenient and drowned out with needless hedonism when not. In the Celestial Realm, suffering was holy.

There was nothing holy about this, though. You’d had the foresight to restrain him, binding his wrists and ankles to each poster of his grand bed with enchanted chains, but he offered no resistance. Even brought low enough to fall into his demonic form, to show himself with leathery wings sprouting from his back and gold-adorned horns curling upward from his scalp, he retained as much of his composure as you could expect him to, keeping his claws curled into his palms and dulling his fangs with the occasional whimper or sudden gasp. When you dragged the point of the blade from the spine of his wing to the small of his back, he arched as if leaning into your brutal touch and clenched his eyes shut, but he didn’t scream. You almost wished he would. At least then, you’d be able to tell if you were making progress.

It was old work, but more importantly, it was work you’d been good at, once upon a time. Your mind might be out of practice, but your hands remembered how to move, how to cut, at just what angle to hold your dagger as you slid the flat of the blade into the incision. It was a delicate balance; applying enough force to cut through the connective tissue without tearing the epidermis. There was a slick sound from underneath your knife, a half-choked groan from Diavolo, and skin separated from muscle, leaving both intact and swimming in an agony of their own. It was beautifully precise, the kind of workmanship that should’ve gotten you a promotion. You could only regret that it was wasted on Diavolo.

Thick, dark blood washed over his tan skin, spilling out in every direction and distracting you from your task. With a disgruntled sigh, you turned to your supplies and took up the most limited of your precious tools: common table salt, imported from the human world and kept in a simple glass jar. You’d always known it had purifying properties that demons didn’t care for, but it’d surprised you just how difficult it was to get a hold of in the Devildom. Diavolo was strong enough to withstand it without being reduced to a pile of smoldering ash, but hopefully, the burn would be more than he cared to endure.

With great care not to get any on yourself, you took up the vial of holy water and undid the bottle’s seal, dampening the blade of your dagger with a generous portion. “Did you know that holy water can’t be diluted?” You asked, idly, taking one of the larger salt rocks between your thumb and forefinger and crushing it, savoring the slight sting before spreading the fine residue over one side of your blade. “My boss didn’t – used to lecture me for wasting it. You should really be more selective about your staff, down here.” You paused, bringing the point of your dagger back to Diavolo’s skin. You found your target quickly: the flesh over his shoulder blade, where the tissue was thin and the bone prominent. You drove it down with just enough force to break the skin, and in an instant, you were rewarded with the smell of burning flesh. “It was one of the first miracles the guys upstairs performed on Earth, after the humans realized they could it themselves without divine intervention. Remember to spare a drop for the next batch, and you’ve got an endless supply – as good as if it’d come from Micheal himself.”

You returned to the first incision, sliding your blade back into the slit you’d just carved. There was some resistance – Diavolo’s regenerative abilities were second to none, just as you’d expected from demonic royalty – but with grit teeth and a quirk of your wrist, you pushed through it, spreading your little concoction across raw, bleeding muscle. This time, Diavolo screamed, the sound animalistic and agonized and exactly what you were looking for. It reminded you of wind chimes, of church bells, of a timbre voice congratulating you on a job well-done as you stood over the maimed remains of a breathing corpse. Eager to chase that satisfaction, you pressed down harder, cutting into the muscle of his back before jerking your dagger back, ripping through tissue and flesh and leaving carnage in your path. You couldn’t just smell burnt flesh, this time – you could practically taste it, coating your tongue like ash and filling your lungs like smoke. Everything your blade touch seemed to melt, to scorch, leaving a filthy black char slashed across Diavolo’s back, infecting the wound you’d inflicted. If you were at work, if he were anyone else, you’ve taken it further, watched the blisters form down the curve of his back as you slowly and melodically removed each unnecessary vertebra of his spine, but he was a prince, and your goal wasn’t to kill him. You just had to make him wish he was dead when he was with you – that was all.

You dropped the dagger onto the stone floor, sucking in a harsh breath as you shook out your stiff fingers. You considered the whips, elegant in their design and brutal in the affection, then the golden tub, how good it would feel to string your fingers through his hair before you shoved his head below water, but the former would leave too many marks too quickly and the latter would’ve taken more preparation than you’d cared to make. Instead, you chose something you were less familiar with – a length of braided silver, leather handles molded onto either end. You slung it over your shoulder as you climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. Out of instinct, his wings shuttered, moving to fold themselves against his back, but you grabbed the arch of his left wing’s spine and forced it flat against the velvet sheets, holding it still as the appendage squirmed and thrashed below you. “No fighting back,” you muttered, because it was what you’d agreed on as you stepped over the threshold to his little homemade torture chamber, because it seemed like the last thing you’d want to hear when you were at someone else’s mercy. “Remember why I’m doing this. If you don’t want to take, I don’t need to give.”

“That’s not—” Heavy panting between each word, all attempts at speaking soon forfeited in favor of an airy gasp. You waited for him to settle, driving a nail into the delicate membrane of his wing for each second he failed to spit something out. “I understand,” he said, eventually, marking the first full thought he’d managed to express since you finished restraining him. “Keep going.”

You didn’t move. “Is that how you’re going to talk to me?”

A dry swallow, a moment of hesitation. A demon’s pride was a difficult thing to put aside, even for a demon like Diavolo. “Please.”

If he’d been anyone else, you would’ve made him grovel.

But, you could only ask so much from such a spoiled prince.

“Raise your head.”

No pet names, no dark humor, no purring or cooing or anything spared to soften the words. He obeyed, tilting his head back and letting you wrap the cord once around his neck once, because anything more than that would only spread the agony, make it that much easier to differentiate from the feeling of your weight against his back, dampen the awareness that it was your hands holding the end of his noose. You wanted him to know it was you. As you pulled the cord taut, you pictured him lying in his own bed hours later, blood washed away and wounds bandaged. After the adrenaline was gone, the excitement replaced with hollow exhaustion and the cold absence of affection, would he cry? Would the pain get to him first, or the misery of it all, the aching realization that what you were doing to him wasn’t something people did to those they loved? Would he curse your name, any heartbreak stifled by pure loathing for the person who left him in such a state of desperation? Would he hate you?

“It’s not the tightness that leads to suffocation – another common misconception. Your guys already knew that one, though.” Crossing both ends of the cords over one another, you cranked them tighter, then tighter again. Admittedly, this kind of thing wasn’t your strong-suit – you’d never been the type to rely on raw strength alone – but the sturdiness of the cord did most of the work for you, winding into itself and biting into his skin without cutting into what laid beneath it. Or, without cutting into yet, at least.

“It’s the pressure,” you said as you leaned over him properly, planting your knees in the plush of the down-stuffed mattress. “That’s the real trick - being able to apply enough force to crush the windpipe and cut off the lungs. From there, all you have to do is—” You paused, letting out a soft, strained groan as you pulled the cord ever-tighter. If you let go of the handles, it would’ve held its shape, but it felt cruel to be so impersonal. “—sit back and watch.”

There was a whimper by way of response, more pleading than pained. His mouth fell open, something that could’ve been generously interpreted as the beginning of a word falling past his lips, but you took mercy on him, clicking your tongue as you braced yourself for what came next. “Relax, I’m not going anywhere.” And then, after a second of thought, “Have you ever thought about what it’d be like to hang to death, your highness?”

Even if he could answer, you wouldn’t have let him. You hauled him upward suddenly, letting the cord rise to the sensitive junction just underneath his chin and winding it farther, farther, until it made good on its threats and a thin cut formed across the curve of his throat, a twin laceration appearing on the other side a few seconds later. He struggled underneath you, attempting to maintain his composure and control his breathing until instinct took over and he was left gasping, sputtering, trying to force air back into the lungs you controlled, now. Despite yourself, the corners of your lips curled upward, a profound satisfaction flooding through your veins and momentarily blocking out what little rational thought remained. Diavolo was depraved, but this was your line of work, your field of expertise. You felt phantom hands on your shoulders, lips ghosting over the top of your head. You deserved to be happy, when you were doing so well at what you were meant to do. You deserved to take pride in a job well-done.

Struggling, struggling, then release. His shoulders dropped, his form going limp, and just as his eyes threatened to close and his mind gave out completely, you let go of the cord, letting it fall back to the base of his throat. It took a few more seconds to detangle, another to rub the lingering salt on your fingers into the new cuts on his neck. While he panted, drooled, made a mess of himself, you basked in your holy reverence, newly purified by the sacredness of your responsibilities. You remained there, in that state of simple contentedness, until Diavolo broke the silence.

“Is that—” A harsh breath, a fit of coughing. Your mind supplied the rest of his question automatically. Is that enough? Is it over, now?

You almost smiled, almost told him that it’d be over as soon as he decided that he couldn’t handle you, anymore, but he went on before you could, his tone playful despite the blood now seeping into his sheets. “Is that all?”

You felt something very heavy and very sharp fall into the pit of your stomach. “Of course not,” you said, because that’s what you were supposed to say. Because when they asked for more, you were supposed to give it to them.

Because, if he wanted more, you’d give it to him until he couldn’t stand the thought of ever letting you touch him again.

“We’re just getting started.”

You could get to the rose garden on your own, by now.

Lucifer and Barbatos were already seated in their usual places, both looking uncharacteristically relaxed. Barbatos’ smile got a little brighter as you approached, and after you’d slid into your designated seat, Lucifer greeted you with a clap of his hands, a lilt to his posture. “I assumed you and Diavolo would be arriving together.”

You pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You’d learned quickly, within the first month of Diavolo’s proposal, that you’d been right to assume you wouldn’t be able to keep it yourselves for very long. Still, it surprised you just how quickly he told Lucifer and Barbatos about your little trysts. “He’s still cleaning up.”

Barbatos’ constant smile took on a teasing quirk. “What a heartless lover you are, to leave him alone in a state like that.”

“He knew I wasn’t the doting type going into this.” It wasn’t a lie. You’d never claimed that any part of your attention would be the loving kind, that whatever polite affection you showed to him when he dragged you out to upper-crust restaurants and diamond-studded nightclubs and parties with only the Devildom’s most elite in attendance wouldn’t extend to the time you spent alone together. Love was a pretense, not a necessity. You could only hope Diavolo was tender hearted enough to be hurt by your callousness. “You’re the babysitter, here. Shouldn’t you be the one patching him up?”

He moved to respond, but Lucifer was quick to cut in, leaning forward as he spoke. “Have you two already—” A coy smile, a vague gesture with a gloved hand. You weren’t sure what’d gotten into him. You’d never seen Lucifer or Barbatos so giddy, even if the extent of their excitement seemed to be a few probing questions and a new willingness to bare their teeth without snapping at your throat. “—well, I’m sure you know.”

You swallowed, dryly. The idea of sex hung over your relationship like a funeral shroud, weighing the heaviest when you stepped over the threshold and into whatever makeshift dungeon he’d chosen for the two of you that night, when he spared you a smile that meant he could only be expecting one thing. You didn’t want to know what would happen if he continued not to get it, but you didn’t want to sleep with him, either. You didn’t want to sleep with him. You didn’t want to give up that much of yourself, to fall that deeply into the den of vipers you couldn’t seem to claw your way out of. You knew, rationally, that you were already as tainted as you could possibly be, that Diavolo couldn’t possibly touch you in way that was worse than how you touched him, but your heart refused to give up on the idea that you weren’t beyond redemption, just yet.

Surprisingly, Barbatos came to your defense, although you couldn’t say he sounded very empathetic. “Keep your mind out of the gutter,” he said, in a way that implied that this was a subject they’d already discussed in-depth. “You know how hard it can be for fallen angels to adjust.”

“Not every fallen angel. It only took me a decade to make a name for myself.” He’d also made the choice to fall, but you thought better than to say that aloud. “It’s just a matter of getting a taste for it. Let them take the plunge now, before our little prince loses patience.”

You opened your mouth, but anything you might’ve said died on your tongue as the weight of two hands settled on each of your shoulders, as you felt Diavolo press a kiss into your cheek. You bit back a grimace, but the contract was mercifully fleeting, gone as soon as Diavolo straightened his back and directed his attention to the rest of the table. “What am I supposed to be so impatience about, exactly?”

Lucifer was quick to change the topic. “I was starting to think that you’d forgotten about us.”

Rather than turn to Lucifer, his eyes fell back to you. You could feel his stare, awful and adoring, boring into you as he spoke.

“As if I could ever think of anything else.”

You found yourself undressed and barely conscious on a golden rug in front of a searing fireplace a few days later.

Your body felt lighter than it should’ve been. In hindsight, you’d had too much to drink to be around another person, let alone underneath one. You’d thought, foolishly, that another sip, another glass, another bottle of wine would help to settle your nerves, to make you seem like an easier conquest than Diavolo would’ve liked, but all it’d done was make you too easy to turn up – prey that’d already been left to bleed by some other conveniently absent predator. It might’ve been your own fault, for assuming Diavolo would show more courtesy to you than you’d ever shown to him. It might’ve been your own fault, for going out of your way to pretend you so genuinely couldn’t tell the difference between cruelty and love.

Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear. You could hear footsteps somewhere in the muddled distance, make out a song of a hum just above the soft crackling of the fireplace, and then, he was back, settling onto the mess of sheets and pillows beneath you, an overfull goblet in one hand and the other suddenly cupping your cheek. He wore nothing, save for the chokingly tight collar of silver chain you’d wrapped around his neck hours ago. You could remember holding a tether, feel the strip of leather biting into your palm, but you must’ve let go of it at some point. Whatever happened, it was gone now.

Drifting lower, you could see where your nails had cut into his chest, his back, his throat. You might’ve bitten him, too – you could taste something heavy and metallic on your tongue, but it would’ve been impossible to tell if it was his blood or your own. He’d made no attempt to hide your marks, to wash the remaining blood and slick and saliva off his skin. They were filthy creatures, demons. Filthy, and sinful, and undeserving. If you had your way, they’d be left to dwell in their vile hedonism for the rest of time, left alone to their self-indulgent wickedness until they all began to rot. Or, better yet, brought to some great altar built to celebrate their demise, their beating hearts carved out and offered up in repentance. You’d do the butchering yourself, if you had to.

You wanted to dip yourself in a vat of acid. You wanted to bathe in light. You wanted to scream and thrash as Diavolo took your hand, then your wrist, dragging you into a sitting position until you could you had to rely on your own unsteady posture to keep yourself up-right, but you didn’t, didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound as he brought the goblet up to your lips. Sacrament, you thought, as you swallowed down as much of the sweet wine as you could before he took that away from you too, replacing the goblet’s mouth with his own. You didn’t kiss back, didn’t throw yourself against him and beg for his love, his attention, but he pulled away with a satisfied hum. “I think this might be when you’re the most beautiful,” he sighed, cupping your cheek. “In my home, painted with my marks, silhouetted by the firelight…” He let his shoulders drop, and his tone took on a wistful lull. “It’s a breath-taking sight, and you don’t know how much relief it brings me to know that I’ll be the only person to ever see it.”

Your eyes fell to the rug, nearly gaudy in its splendor. You swore to yourself that, if you ever managed to get away from Diavolo, you’d never willingly lay your eyes on a single piece of gold again. “Does…” You started, then trailed off, bowing your head before going on. “Does it ever bother you, knowing I don’t feel the same way?”

You wanted to be more transparent, to say that would never love him, to make it clear that all you’d ever try to do was hurt him, but even to your loathing-addled mind, the words sounded too harsh, too cutting with too little to gain from choking them out of your sore throat and past your bruised lips. Then again, what you actually managed to say didn’t seem to hurt him enough – his smile only taking on a softer note as he leaned forward, letting his lips ghost over your forehead. “Sometimes,” he admitted, with less strain than you’d expected. Less strain than you’d known you were looking for, before he responded so easily. “But not often. Not at all, when I have you with me.” He paused, brightened. “Do you think you’ll ever be able to love me?”

He was better than you. He was stronger than you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything at all.

You rarely said anything to Diavolo at all, anymore.

Not that he minded. It was the shape of you by his side that he liked, more than anything – the feeling of your eyes on him, the awareness that if you were on top of him, you couldn’t be anywhere else, with anyone else. He was kind enough to explain his obsession in more depth after you first summoned the courage to ask, to tell you about his possessive urges as you raked a barbed whip across his back, to recount the names of those he’d rather die than lose you to in gasped breaths while you forced his head into a vat of holy water. There was sex, sometimes, when you thought you could stomach it, when it seemed like your usual pastimes wouldn’t be enough to stop him from resorting to less mutual shows of affection. You were more distant on those days than most.

You were more distant today than you’d ever been before. It was almost like ascension, astral projection – you couldn’t recall ever feeling so totally disconnected, only vaguely aware of the gentle throbbing in your cunt, the heat dripping down the inside of your thighs, the feeling of Diavolo’s teeth burrowed into your shoulder. You’d been lax in your preparation, too strung-out to really care if he got away. His ankles were unrestrained, his wrists bound behind his back with little more than a length of bronze cord embedded with thorns, not unsimilar to those you’d find in his beloved garden. They were strong enough to cut into his skin, sturdy enough to tear when he thrashed, and if you were more yourself, you might’ve been able to admire the craftsmanship, the thought that must’ve gone into each and every pinprick of suffering. You weren’t, though, and you couldn’t really bring yourself to appreciate much of anything.

He was making those sounds, again. Even in the face of your vow of silence, he was so fucking noisy – always whimpering or whining or moaning unabashedly while you dragged the blade of your dagger up the length of his spine, dispassionately watching skin split open and hot, crimson blood trail down his arched back. There was a raspy groan, a pair of pointed canines lodged that much deeper into your flesh, then you felt his cock twitch inside of you, still hard despite your motionlessness. It’d been months since the last time he let you take someone else apart, make someone cry in agony without having to listen for something less wholesome playing underneath the surface. If it hadn’t been for the raised lash-marks across his chest and thighs, the feeling of his blood washing over your skin, you’d be tempted to think you were the one being tortured.

With a half-swallowed sigh, you rolled your hips against him, letting your eyes fall shut and total, absolute numbness wash over you in heavy waves. It would’ve been a valuable skill to have a few hundred years ago, when you were constantly being reprimanded by your higher-ups for not being able to remain as stoic as your fellow acolytes, for caring too much about the responsibilities they’d assigned to you minutes after you came into existence. It was hypocrisy, bold and shameless. No one batted an eye when Simeon exorcised a small army’s worth of demons, when Micheal took to the human world with plagues of locusts and rivers of blood, but you were punished for believing what you’d been told, for holding yourself too close to the holy light. For doing your job and doing it well.

Diavolo drifted, drawing back just far enough to bury his face in the side of your neck, to press himself so suffocatingly close to you. You felt the ghost of a hand on the small of your back, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as a softened voice whispered platitudes of family and forgiveness and virtue, as it offered hollow promises of prayer and purification and, worst of all, love. He said you’d be able to go home, one day, after your penance in the shadows, after you realized how lucky you were to serve in such a benevolent cause. He promised he would bring you home.

Diavolo tilted his head back, his dark eyes meeting yours for the first time since you’d gotten him underneath you, and something in the hollow, frigid depth of your chest cracked open. There was nothing graceful in the way you drew your knife back, nothing purposeful in the way you drove it into his chest. You pictured vital veins and arteries, listed off organs even a demon wouldn’t be able to live without, but all planning and precision was lost in favor of driving your blade into him with wild abandon, plunging your knife into anything you could reach and twisting – turning anything you touched to viscera. Tissue was torn to gory ribbons, muscle diced and shredded, his skin soon little more than a failing barrier between you and what you were trying so desperately to tear out of him. You bounced on his cock as you worked, ignoring the way it throbbed against the walls of your cunt as you dedicated yourself to your task. When your dagger had outlasted its usefulness, you dropped it and took to using your own wretched, unforgivable hands. You found the spines of his ribs easily, tore through them with only the slightest amount of strain. You only noticed Diavolo was moving when you started to push into his diaphragm, his arms straining against his restraints as he thrashed beneath you – trying to free himself, or knock you away, or do something that stopped you from getting what you wanted. From hurting him in a way he couldn’t get off on. From letting you ever return to the paradise you deserved, the paradise you were owed.

His teeth burrowed into your jugular. He wasn’t trying to mark you, anymore – he wanted to end you before you ended him, to survive longer than you planned to let him. It wasn’t enough, though. You swallowed down the pain, muttering prayers under your breath as you surged forward and taking hold of the pulsing muscle in his chest. You felt something hot and awful flood into your pussy – a bodily reflex, you figured, although you’d start to doubt that in the near-future – but ignored the filth flooding into your veins, forced yourself to focus on taking hold of his beating heart and tearing it free from its restraints, from its bondage. Cupped in your palms, you carried it out of your chest with all the love and all the care of a midwife bringing life into the world, and finally, finally, finally, Diavolo went limp underneath you, lips parted and form limp. You let out a sob of relief, dragging yourself away from his unmoving body and onto the cold, stone floor; your legs giving out seconds later and leaving you in a crumpled heap, as useless as you’d always been.

Tears streaming down your cheeks, you brought Diavolo’s heart to your lips and swallowed it whole, its warmth lingering on your tongue for seconds. Then, you pulled your legs against your chest, buried your face in your knees, and started to cry.

You were allowed to dwell in your misery for one blissful, liberating second before that was brought to an end, too. “My love?”

You didn’t move. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. It was just another ghost sent to haunt you, another punishment for letting yourself think of anything but your orders, your responsibilities. When you heard metal snap, when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you only curled deeper into yourself, digging your nails into your thighs as something bloody and blasphemous settled beside you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to cry.” You wished you still had your wings, something to curl around yourself. You wished you could feel the sunlight again. “Was I not convincing enough? We can try again, if you’d like.”

You wished you could be anywhere but here. “Get away from me.”

“Having one of your little episodes again?” He worked a hand under your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back. His chest was still covered in blood, flecked with bits and pieces of himself, but you couldn’t make out a trace of the gaping wound you must have inflected onto him, couldn’t seem to put what you were looking at together with what you’d just done. It was a visible untruth your mind just couldn’t seem to make sense of, an unignorable mistake in the fabric of reality that no amount of staring could correct. Diavolo sighed wistfully, the noise heavy with tender affection, and his hands fell to your waist, hauling you onto his lap as he’d done so many times before.

You could still taste the bitter meat of his heart on your tongue, still feel the mass of muscle and sinew lodged in your throat, and yet, as your head settled against his chest, you were met with that tell-tale beating, as strong and as steady as it’d ever been. As if you hadn’t accomplished anything. As if you hadn’t done anything at all. “You’re a handful,” he said, pressing a shallow kiss into your temple. “But you’re mine.”

He dipped lower, moved to kiss you, but you weren’t willing to wait as long as it would’ve taken him to reach you. With jerky, erratic movements, you shifted onto your knees, strung your arms around his neck, forced your mouth against his before he could do the same to you. There was a startled sound, a tightened hold on your waist, but Diavolo melted into your sudden affection quickly enough. Your skin crawled, your thoughts spiraling, but you didn’t care. You weren’t sure you’d ever care about anything again.

You’d already been forced out of paradise, tainted beyond redemption and stripped of any hope of returning to the light.

The least you deserved was to enjoy your eternity in the darkness.

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Obey Me and Lonely MC

How I imagine the very few moments before MC was summoned to the Devildom

Gender neutral reader (please correct me If I'm wrong)

Masterlist

CW: angst, panicking and body pain, nothing explicit, college student MC sharing apartment, shitty college experience, lonely MC but the sad type of lonely, they're kinda depressed. Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer welcome MC, but they're barely there

Please enjoy!

You only had time to close the door before the floor under your feet started sinking like quicksand, bending in waves and violently shaking your body.

Everything beyond the entrance seemed completely normal: the wood was as hard as it could be and the tiles shone as they always did, yellow and cheap thanks to the faded lights in the apartment.

Still, nothing there was brighter than whatever the fuck was illuminating your body from underneath. Where exactly you weren't sure, but it came from below.

It was weird.

It was too much.

You threw your backpack away from you, your computer possibly breaking with the fall under the weight of multiple books, before rummaging through all your pockets in search of your phone.

There had to be someone you could call. Someone. Anyone.

The blood pumped in you ears and your fingers struggled to unlock the screen while you screamed your roommates' names with a trembling voice.

You were alone.

How in fucking hell could you be alone?

Maybe you were dreaming or hallucinating! Stress could do that to you, right? Exams had been hectic those days and your sleeping habits had been disastrous for weeks, often leaving you empty at best and anhedonic at worst. That had to be it! Your brain was malfunctioning due to sleep depravation and high cortisol levels, also causing a decrease in balance and a permanent state of alert.

You were unnecessaryly panicking because your body was tired. It was as simple as that.

You. Were. Fine.

So you let your knees give up, wincing a little when they hit the floor. Your coat, always your favourite, was warm as a blanket and taking it off felt like a herculean task.

Your body followed its own weight, leaning forward until your hands touched the wood and kneaded like it was some kind of weird bread dough before you fully laid down. You felt as if it was absorbing your energy, draining it completely and making you lose your vision.

You thought you saw red surrounding your siluette in a circle, but your mind was too far gone by then, too tired to process anything that catched your brain's attention.

It could've been seconds or hours until you opened your eyes again. The possibility of being days was also there, but how could you be sure?

Flesh hard under your skin and blood slow through your veins, there was nothing you could feel but pain and the faint smell of sulfur.

Was there a leakage in the building?

And since when did your apartment have such high ceilings? Made of stone with stained glass... You'd never seen them, haven't you? You'd remember if you did.

Someone was talking to you. Not any of your roommates, of that you were sure. The voice was too deep.

You sat like a spring, dizzy and too aware of your surroundings, adrenaline kicking in. It did smell like sulfur, but it was going away, letting your nose catch instead what was probably a really expensive cologne.

There were men around you, you realized, all staring at your perplexed expression with amusement, as if you were a new addition to the zoo. And they were tall. Like... tall tall.

One of them, dressed in red, spoke to you again, but your ears were clogged. You weren't intentionally ignoring him, you just couldn't hear a single shit. You could barely hear your own heartbeat.

Were you still alive?

"Hey... Ah!"

Your voice sounded like a whisper for only one second, but it was enough to pop your ears and make you scream and grab the sides of your head in anguish. Someone, not the one in red, spoke again in a tongue you didn't recognize and made the pain disappear like mist.

"... where you are?"

"Human"

"Human! Answer the prince!"

What fucking prince?

"What?" you finally asked in a creaky voice.

"Do you know where you are?"

The redhead spoke one final time. He seemed to be the nicest one, but you couldn't fully trust the tallest dude you'd ever seen who also had yellow eyes.

Not light brown. Yellow. Bright yellow.

"I don't know, man... Hell?"

You were being sarcastic, but the smile in his face told you something completely unexpected.

"You see, Lucifer? Barbatos? They seem to be aware of their surroundings!"

"I'm not sure that's the case, my Lord"

Hell.

You were in hell? Of course you were.

It did make sense once you thought about it. Come on! Floor sinking under your feet? And your dumbass believed it was due to stress! How could it be stress, dummy? Hell was the obvious answer!

Although conscious, you became too foggy to coherently answer any of their following questions. It sounded like they already knew what they wanted to hear and they were just making sure you also knew it.

Name, age, gender, nationality... Not even your rommates knew half of that, so how did they?

Maybe you were schizophrenic. How far could schizophrenia go?

"So, do you agree?"

The redhead with yellow eyes... A demon? Lord Diavolo. The Prince of Hell.

He looked at you with childish eagerness. Lucifer and Barbatos, if those were their actual names, didn't seem as happy.

Diavolo wasn't asking for your permission. If he actually wanted your permission, he would've sent you a letter or even waited for you in your own apartment like a creep. But you were already there. Asking that was just courtesy. Politeness.

You stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, maintaining direct eye contact with him.

You remembered your backpack, computer surely broken and library books all wrinkled and smelly, reeking of mold. The two roommates that never came to your rescue and your inability to think of someone that would come in a second just because you needed help.

You'd be an unsolved crime. A YouTube clickbait.

That seemed better than letting college steal your money and will to live before throwing you to the wolves.

"Sure, man, why not?"

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angeladore · 1 year

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“YOUR SMILE IS MY FAVORITE..”

𓂃 ۫ . ☽︎ side characters x gn!reader ,, fluff (minus luke)

DIAVOLO ᓚᘏᗢ

You were spending time with Diavolo at the Castle for a sleepover, he invited you over so he could spend time with you. You were glad to accept, the brothers fighting again and giving you a headache, plus you got to spend time with him.

You enter the door with a small bag filled with your essentials you would need, Barbatos greets you and takes your bag leading you to where Diavolo was. He was in the kitchen, you saw that Barbatos has prepared you guys sandwiches with you and Diavolo’s favorite toppings. Barbatos smiles and walks away, leaving you and Diavolo alone.

Diavolo smiles at you, greeting you. That’s when you realize how cute his smile is up close; you always thought it was cute. You smile back at him staring at him intently, he looks at you as he is confused. “Diavolo, your smile is my favorite.” He looked at you and laughs while his cheeks turn pink, he looks back at you and see’s you smiling “You have a adorable smile yourself, yours is also my favorite!”

BARBATOS ᓚᘏᗢ

Barbatos invited you with him for lunch at a nearby bakery, they had lots of sweets and some nice tea. He wanted to spend time with you as well since you’re always busy with the brother’s shenanigans.

Barbatos came and got you from the house of lamentation, you two holding hands on the way to the bakery. You smile at him, he’s always so calm and kind towards you. As you guys get closer to the bakery he holds the door open for you to enter, following behind you once you were inside.

You look at the large menu and find a sweet that you want to try, as well as tea. Barbatos orders for you and himself, also paying for both of your food. “You didn’t have to pay for mine..” You look at him, he looks at you as well and smiles “Well we hardly go out, so I thought it would only be right of me.” You look at his smile for a bit more, speaking from your mind “You know your smile is my favorite.” He stops and blushes a bit. “I’m honored to have your favorite smile. You have a nice one yourself.”

SIMEON ᓚᘏᗢ

You and Simeon were studying in the RAD Library together for a project. He brought some strawberry pastries he baked with him for the both of you to eat. You planned on doing the model and he was going to do the writing and explanation for it.

He laughs as you struggle sticking clay to the model while it keeps falling off, he helps you stick it on properly & you smile and thank him. Simeon smiles as well, his angelic features looking even more heavenly in the moment. “Your smile is my favorite smile ever.” You wanted to punch yourself for saying that out loud, blushing as he chuckles.

“Your smile is also my favorite dear.”

SOLOMON ᓚᘏᗢ

Solomon left his bedroom to get you guys water(dw its not poison it’s in a bottle) , you’ve been working hard on potions for half the day, he even invited you to sleepover and you accepted.

He came back with the iced water handing it to you, you accept it and start drinking, you really needed a drink. “Thank you Solomon.” He grins at you “You’re welcome, I can make food to if you want.” You almost spit your water out but shake your head to save yourself. He smiles in return and nods. “Your smile is my favorite you know?”

That caught him off guard, he hasn’t heard that in a while. He grins cheekily “Oh I know.” You glare at him playfully as he chuckles “Your smile is also my favorite.”

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irrevocably-urs · 1 year

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✗ a night in the library

“Are you enjoying this?”

Diavolo whispered in your ear as he slowly circled two fingers on your clothed cunt, applying just the right amount of pressure leaving you biting down on your lip. You didn’t want to be heard.

You were both in the school library and it was way past school hours. You were gathering your things getting ready to leave when Diavolo coincidentally walked through the door. He must’ve been so worried since it was late. He didn’t like it when you would go out without at least giving him a heads up.

I guess you were too caught up with school work but he was to blame for that.

“Hm?”

You whimpered with a nod, growing tired from holding up one of your legs as Diavolo was holding the other, spreading you nicely for him. You were sitting on his lap, pressed up against his warm body.

“Please,” You whimper, wanting his fingers inside of you. He ignored your request, continuing to rub his two digits on your clit slowly. It felt good but you wanted more.

“Use your words, Darling,” He smiled knowingly, watching your legs twitch from his fingers. He removed his hand that was underneath your leg and brought your other hand in the place where his hand was before.

He then moved his hand up underneath your shirt, moving your bra aside. He gently pinched your nipple, turning and squeezing perfectly. You let out a breathy moan, your back arching away from him.

“Please, I want them inside me,” You spoke with need. You felt a tingling feeling in your lower stomach that was on the point of tilting over. You wanted it so bad. “Them?” He was aroused by the way your face contoured trying to concentrate on the pleasure he was barely providing you.

“Your fingers,” You whispered, a bit embarrassed that you were specific.

“Mm, You really want them?” His voice was deep as he spoke by your ear causing goosebumps to appear on your body. You nodded impatiently. He moved his fingers on your clit faster. “Yeah?” He mewled into your ear, biting your earlobe. You nodded profusely, your cunt spasming around nothing. Your muffled moans filled the once quiet library.

Diavolo planted kisses along your exposed shoulder, biting down every now and then. He moved aside your panties, finally inserting two digits into your cunt while circling your clit with his thumb. He curled his fingers hitting your sweet spot. Loud moans slipped out of your mouth.

“Be quiet, we don’t want to get caught, do we?” He spoke in a low tone, sending shivers up your spine. He added another finger, increasing his pace. You shook your head letting out a breathy ‘No’ at the sudden change of pace. You close your eyes, your mind going blank for a second as you murmur words of encouragement to Diavolo.

Diavolo’s eyes darkened at your gesture. You smelled so good it was intoxicating. He couldn't get enough, the way your cunt swallows his fingers perfectly; in and out so smoothly. It arouses him in ways that didn’t seem imaginable.

He leaned back on the chair, spreading his legs apart, opening your legs even more as they were on his thighs. He laid his chin on your shoulder so he could watch his fingers disappear inside of you. You breathe deeply adjusting to the sudden openness, your cunt was on full display for anybody who decided to walk in the library.

You felt somewhat anxious about what might happen if you were caught by someone. Although they might not be able to say anything since it’s Diavolo they would be talking about. But you didn’t want to admit the thought of everyone knowing about this felt erotic.

Diavolo pressed roughly on your clit, circling swiftly, making your hips jerk.

The moans you were trying to keep in slipped out. You shut your mouth when you realised.

“Shh,” He spoke softly beside you, going faster. His other hand squeezing your breast.

“Focus on the feeling, Darling,” He cooed, his warm breath hitting the side of your face, then planting a kiss on your cheek. You move your head to the side, arching your back against his abdomen. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. His fingers felt good.

The new found pleasure taking over your body. Your heart raced faster as you tried to close your legs. You released one hand from underneath your knee, letting out a silent cry. It felt so good.

“F– fuck Diavolo, it feels so good,” You grind your hips against his hand wanting more. “Please don’t stop-” You cried out as your legs quivered, your muscles tensed up as your eyes rolled back. Your whimpering was the only thing that could be heard. Diavolo kept the same pace riding out your orgasm. You gripped his hand trying to slow him down as he overstimulated your clit. “O-oh f–fuck,” You raise your hips as it was too much.

“That’s it, Darling. Just like that,” His voice was husky as he watched your legs spasm at his touch. You clench around his fingers as you cum again. Your moans were the only thing playing through Diavolo’s mind, as if it was his favorite melody.

“You did amazing,” He praised as you slumped against his body. You tried calming down your breathing, your legs now quivering. He slowly pulled out his fingers out of your cunt. You whimper at the loss.

Diavolo watched his fingers covered in your juices make a visible string connecting his finger to your core. He cursed underneath his breath at the site.

He brought his fingers to his face to taste them. He wrapped his mouth around them sucking them dry. “Mm, you taste wonderful, my love,” He cooed lovingly. Diavolo sat up on the chair, grabbing your chin to face him as his other hand held you by your stomach so you wouldn't fall. You gaze at him, his eyes filled with lust. He moved his head to the side as he leaned in, embracing your soft lips in a slow kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips. He broke the kiss, a string of salvia connecting your lips. You lost yourself in his eyes as they glowed a bright gold. Diavolo stared at you intensely, saying many things with his eyes without a word being said. He gently kissed your forehead before hooking his arm under your legs and holding your back with the other as he stood up.

“Let’s go get you cleaned, my love,” He looked down, watching your face rest against his body, as your chest heaved up and down gently. You felt yourself succumb into the darkness.

He smiled tenderly, knowing he had found his forever.

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arhiweebs · 6 months

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Kinktober-

Dive with Diavolo

Warning: nsfw/sexual content. Read at your OWN desires.

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It was late in the evening.

Taking a nice vacation with the brothers and the demon prince - to celebrate Lord Diavolo’s upcoming birthday, of course.

The brothers had already set themselves in for the night. You could hear Mammon’s and and Belphie’s snore as you tip toed out the room.

Hoping to now have a nice quiet moment to yourself in the hot spring. Having a towel around your waist as you left the shower heading over- you spotted a familiar brown skinned demon.

His red hair sticking to his face from him being wet.

“Oh- Lord Diavolo. I didn’t know you were awake-“ you said with a slight bow.

He nodded his head and gave a small smile. “It’s quiet.”

You gave a chuckle. “Yes that it is. Well..just get me when you’re done. I too would like to enjoy a moment of quiet.” You said as you turned around to head back inside.

“We..could enjoy the silence together… come and join me.”

A light blush danced across your cheeks but you nodded heading back into his direction. Dropping your towel, you slowly entered the hot spring. Humming in bliss.

“Oh that feels nice.”

The warm water hitting your skin. You settled yourself in. Looking up at the night sky and seeing all the stars that greeted you.

You felt eyes staring at you. Turning your head you looked at Diavolo- who was in fact staring at you.

“My apologies…I just can’t help but look at you. To say that there is beauty in front of me would be an insulting understatement.” He said with admiration and longing in his eyes.

“Oh Lord Diavolo, you flatter me.”

“It is the truth. And please, just Diavolo.”

You nodded. “Diavolo.” You scooted slightly closer to him. For which he took notice to.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why are you so far?” He motioned for you to come closer.

You nodded, standing up and moving closer to him.

He shook his head. “Closer.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Scooting over more.

“Closerrr.”

You laughed this time. Scooting a little more.

Still unsatisfied, he reached over. Grabbing your thighs and pulling you to sit right next to him “That’s better.”

With the way your face was red, it was hard to tell if you were flushed from the warmness of the water, or from the way Diavolo was attending to you.

Either way, you felt your body tingle in more places than others.

Diavolo seemed to notice. You took the liberty of climbing yourself onto his lap, straddling him.

He raised his eyebrows. “I have to say, I admire your boldness.”

Your hands travels to his shoulders. He placed his hands on your hips as he closed his eyes.

You were hoping it was the heat of the water that was making your head foggy. Any excuse to explain what settled the courage inside you to do what you were about to do next-

Your hands snaked up into his hair. Scratching slightly at his scalp as you took first full. To which he hummed in response. You rolled your hips forward, now resting perfectly ontop of him.

His chest rose as he took a deep breath. Slowly opening his eyes. His golden yellow eyes meeting yours. Your faces so close together- you leaned in and kissed him. He let a breath out into the kiss.

Such an intoxicating feeling. Your hands tugging at his hair. His hands squeezing your hips as you felt him grow underneath you.

He moaned softly into your mouth as your hips rolled against him. Breaking the kiss with a string of saliva dripping. Licking his lips he smiled. Looking at you with half lidded eyes. He trailed kisses down your jawline and across your collarbone.

Shivers going down your spine. The heat of the water starting to get to you. You reached down and stood up his now erect dick, you raised and lowered yourslef onto him.

He let out a small gasp as he felt it. Feeling you clench around him as you got used to his size. The size of a demon prince that is.

“MC, I-I have to say I’m not used to you acting such a way.” He said quietly.

“There must be something in the air tonight”he cut you off.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He whispered. Moving your hips to have you nicely grind against him.

Your eyes fluttered. You pressed your body against his, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold onto for dear mercy.

He kissed along your chest. His forhead pressing against your collarbone. Using the non-gravity of the water, he lifted and lowered you with ease.

Readjusting himself slightly to allow himself access to the motion of thrusting up into you.

A relatively loud moan left your lips. You quickly raised your hand to cover your mouth and whimper.

Diavolo smiled. Leaning back to he could see your face, pausing. “We don’t want to wake anyone else up now would we?”

You shook your head and moved his hands to rest on his shoulders.

“Good, Good~” he quietly praised.

Taking resume, he placed his hands under your highs and lifted you as he thrusted up inside you.

The water of the spring created waves with each thrust he gave. Water splashing out the sides of the spring and splashing between their bodies.

He sped up slightly which cause you to cum on him. A gasp leaving your throat and your back arching. He groaned through gritted teeth feeling you clench and pulse around him as you came

He pulled out of you. Changing position. Your knees on the bench and your body bent over the side. Having your ass stick out for him to have full access to your body. Luckily your body was still mainly underwater.

He rubbed your ass giving it a small spank and chuckling at your Yelp.

Feeling as the prince’s hand traveled up your body. His strong hand tracing the dip of your spine. He wanted to study your body. Know every knook and cranny you had to offer. He took hold of your hips and slowly re-entered you. Moaning softly.

Pulling back and pushing in until your hips met. Each thrust he gave would have him scratch and lay perfectly against your sweet spot. Bringing you closer and closer.

The sounds of skin slapping was haulted by sound of the newly created waves crashing between your bodies

You could feel him throb inside you.

He sped up. His thrusts becoming sloppier. Dipping a hand down, around your body to toy with your savory parts.

Whimpers and moans sung from your lips and curses fell from his.

A few more thrusts had you both come crashing down. Pulling his dick out and jacking himself off a little as he came on your back. Using his free hand to finger you to help you come from your high. Like an explosion of fireworks. Building up and up only to release itself so gorgeously.

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imagineanime2022 · 10 months

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Undateables With Touch Starved S/O

Solomon X Reader, Siumeon X Reader, Barbatos X Reader, Diavolo X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hi, so I saw that your requests are open, and I'm touch starved, so can we get something with Mc going up to the dateables just randomly hugging them

Solomon

✨ Solomon being human himself probably understood the idea of being touch starved and may have even come to terms with the fact that he suffered from the same ailment. ✨ Solomon would respect whatever boundaries you put out and would very rarely cross them. ✨ That being said, there are times when he is just so excited about something that he leans in close or grabs your hand. ✨ This was one of those times.

Solomon had been working on s spell for weeks now and everyday he came back to the dorms frustrated and continued to work late into the night, this time however you had been studying with Simeon and Luke and were in the kitchen making something to eat when he came through the door, he had expected to see the angel pair but seeing you made everything even better, he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you, it wasn’t like you didn’t know he was there but you jumped all the same. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He mumbled as he pressed his face into your shoulder, much to your surprise a warm fuzzy feeling spread across his body and you stopped what you were doing to lean into his touch. “Did you do it?” You asked “the spell?” “Yeah… I did it.” He answered. “I guess that’s what the spontaneous show of affection is all about…” You nodded. “Mmm, finally able to come back to you.” He answered, it seemed like he realised what he had done and pulled away “Sorry I didn’t mean to-” “No it’s okay.” You said softly. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Mm.” You hummed stepping back into the hug again as he leaned forward to look at what you were making. “Are you hungry?” “Mm.” He hummed again as you put part of the snack up to his lips. “Are you still studying?” “We are.” You answered. “How about I join?” He asked. “Don’t you want to rest?” You asked. “Mm, with you.” He answered “I’m sure that I can help you.” He came back in with you but he was asleep within 15 minutes of you studying, he had ended up with his head on your lap as you talked through problems with Simeon and Luke, eventually waking him so that you could help back to bed where he convinced you to stay since it was too late for you to go home anyway.

Simeon

😇 Simeon had no idea what it meant to be touch starved before he met you, angels didn’t put much emphasis on physical touch nor did it affect them not having it. 😇 You had to explain it to him but he was very understanding and he was careful from on. 😇 Simeon wasn’t one of spontaneous touching or unannounced movements so it was rare that he scared you or did anything that you didn’t like and give permission for. 😇 Simeon usually only ever sorted your touch without permission when he really needed comforting; he was usually missing home or having a hard time understanding something.

Simeon had been having a bad day, it was one problem after another, Luke was being particularly combative with the brothers and needy with him, he had finally got back to Purgatory Hall he sighed, when he walked into his room he was surprised to see you on his bed, you had a book open as you looked through it making notes. “I wasn’t expecting you today.” He said as he placed his bag down and walked towards the bed where you were sitting, he didn’t even think about it as he wrapped his arms around you, his legs on either side of you as he rested his face on your shoulder, he realised what he was doing the moment that he made contact with you and then pulled away from you. “Are you okay?” You asked. “You don’t like that, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He said and you looked at him. “No, that was okay.” You smiled as you looked at him. “I trust you.” You reached back, taking his hands and wrapping them back around you. “What happened?” “Everything was just a little bit too loud today.” He answered. “Mmm.” You hummed “the brothers have been particularly needy today.” You admitted as you leaned back into him. “So you came here, where there is a literal child?” He asked with a small smile on his face as you looked back at him over your shoulder. “You're here too.” You answered “I like being around you, you're calm and always happy.” “I like being around you too.” Simeon said as he put his palms out waiting for you to link yours if you wanted to and when you did he curled around you carefully and you stayed like that until Solomon and Luke came home complaining about something that the demon brothers had done in your absence.

Barbatos

🫖 He knew exactly what it was because he was worried that the prince would suffer from it given the fact that there was no demon permitted to touch or interact with him in anything other than a servant to master ratio. 🫖 Failed to realise that he was probably the one that ended up touch starved with how much he worked and dedicated his time to the prince. 🫖 When you came along and you both started to show each other small amounts of affection he started to realise the fuzzy feeling he got when he touched you and he had never felt that with anyone else. 🫖 He realised that he might be touch starved and wanted to explore the possibility but since neither of you had talked about you being touch starved he was a little worried to approach the subject.

It had been a long day of meetings, dinners and social interactions and Barbatos was tired, what he wanted more than anything was to be near you, touch you, that was all he could think about which was why you were on your bed one minute and the next you were on his. It took a minute for you to recognise where you were but he didn’t wait for that, he wrapped his arms around you pulling you into him and revelling in the feeling. You jumped slightly at the contact before recognising the scent of the person who was holding you and relaxing. “Are you okay? You don’t usually do this.” You said as you pulled back to look at him. “It’s been a long day needed to be with you.” He answered, it was almost like he was drunk off of the feeling that he was getting from just being around you. You recognised the way he acted immediately and took your time easing him into the feeling as you started to gently run your hands through his hair. “Hey Barbatos have you ever thought that maybe you are a little touch starved?” You asked, hoping that with his guard down he might be a little more honest because as much as you loved him, he hid a lot for the benefit of others and sacrificed even more. “I don’t know.” He answered. “You feel all fuzzy when people that you like touch you?” You asked. “When you touch me.” He corrected me. “Right and I know that you always know where everyone is but do you avoid touching them sometimes?” You asked. “Mm.” He hummed, you knew that you were losing him to the overwhelming ease that you often indulged in when you were with him. You smiled as you pressed a kiss to his head. “How did you know all that?” “Don’t worry about it, we can talk about it some other time.” You said softly. “Enjoy it.” “Mmm.” He hummed for the last time before you settled into the silence with him.

Diavolo

👑 This man is touchy AF, you have to explain it to him if you want him to be a little more mindful. 👑 He forgets all the time but that’s not because he doesn’t care, he just loves you so much and he shows it love physically. 👑 He finds it very hard not to lean over and give you a quick kiss on the forehead or wrap an arm around you but if you initiate that contact he literally would stop unless to ask him to of course. 👑 He tries his hardest but there are still times that he reverts back to how he was before, usually when he was super excited about something or it had been a long time since he had seen you.

You walked into the castle after Diavolo asked you to come over, you had just stepped into the castle when you were lifted from where you were standing and pulled into a tight hug “You seem happy about something, what's going on?” You asked. “I haven’t been able to see you in a long while, with everything that is going on but it seems that we’ve made a breakthrough with the exchange programme.” He explained as you smiled. “Really? With the angels?” You asked. “It seems that they are coming around to the idea, there are still a lot of them that don’t like it but I expected that.” He shrugged. “What’s the percentage?” You asked, your arms wrapping around him, it seemed that the position that he had you in seemed to dawn on him and he froze. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” “You didn’t flinch.” He said as his hands tightened on your thighs where he was holding you up. “Oh no, it’s… We’ve been together for a long time and I’ve known you for even longer. I trust you.” You said softly. “Just be careful, I still get that overwhelmed feeling sometimes though.” “Okay.” He said but the smile on his face was so wide and bright that you couldn’t help but smile back. “How about we go back to my room and rest for a little while.” He suggested. “Sure.” You smiled resting your face on his shoulder, he didn’t say anything as he started making his way through the castle but from the way that he held you, you could tell that you had just made him the happiest demon in the whole of Devildom.

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