#i do know that diavolo is emperor

[gifti3]

i wrote a really small thing related to this post! I've been getting back into OIs so i came up with this arranged marriage scenario in a Victorian setting for Asmo and MC and have been chewing on it for the past several days lol I think I'm gonna come up with more stuff for this later but I just wanted to post this for now φ(゜▽゜*)♪

The weather was nice out today so you decided to go for a walk around the estate garden and rest in a somewhat secluded spot. Unfortunately, someone had managed to find you. How did the two of you keep running into each other in place so vast?

"Sooo….." Asmodeus leans into your space to look at the pages of you book. "What are you reading?"

"…A book."

"…Well yea, but what is the book about?"

You hold back your sigh and answer instead. "It's just about something I took interest in recently…"

Asmo stares at you for a moment. "You know, I'm starting to realize something about you."

"You are?"

"Uh huh," he nods. "At first, I thought you were a cagey person, but you're just really socially awkward you know? You kind of remind me of one of my brothers."

You close your book without making note of the page you were on. "I'm going back inside. Goodbye."

"Wait, I didn't mean it in a bad way!"

You sigh. "Are you sure? Cause you've been pretty rude to me several times before. So I'm having a hard time believing that."

Asmodeus makes a face. "It was an observation?"

"Okay. Can you just…let me read please?" The request came out harsher than you intended but maybe you were feeling a little defensive.

So what if you were "awkward". You weren't expecting to talk to anyone when you came out here.

Asmodeus huffs and leans back on his hands. But he doesn't leave…. for some reason. Maybe he was bored?

You flip through your book trying to find what page you were on.

"Page seventy six."

You look over at Asmo who has already busied himself with inspecting his nails.

"Thanks."

#shout out to that one person who said they were interested #i was like...does anyone see my vision #does anyone care about this cause im daydreaming about this for the next couple days until i get bored lol #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmodeus x mc #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me nightbringer #but yea super short #tried to not reread through it too much #idk why i love these types of manhwas so much #they just do it for me u know #the set up hits all the boxes for me when it comes to romance ig #if asmo had a last name what would it be #like him and his brothers need last names #for this #cause if im referring to their family i need to by last name #anyways...idk if its gonna get to that point #where im making last names for everyone lol #i do know that diavolo is emperor #easiest part about this au #and then of course the brothers are the next most powerful ppl (i think...) i dont really wanna make them kings tbh so... #maybe grand duke?? #then i think mcs family is one step under or two steps?? #hMMMM #whatever dont worry about this edhjiuwdj

[numberonenat]

i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on each one of the obey me characters…

>> PART 2!!! <<

here's part 1 and 3: the brothers / the side characters

diavolo:

"kings and queens" by 30 seconds to mars

"hail to the king" by avenged sevenfold

"demons" by imagine dragons

"hall of fame" by the script ft. will.i.am

"power" by kanye west

"emperor's new clothes" by panic! at the disco

"my songs know what you did in the dark (light em up)" by fall out boy

"radioactive" by imagine dragons

"glory and gore" by lorde

"god's gonna cut you down" by johnny cash

"believer" by imagine dragons

"throne" by bring me the horizon

"can't hold us" by macklemore & ryan lewis ft. ray dalton

"sail" by AWOLNATION

"the man" by taylor swift

barbatos:

"smooth operator" by sade

"uptown funk" by mark ronson ft. bruno mars

"one more time" by daft punk

"careless whisper" by george michael

"every breath you take" by the police

"superstition" by stevie wonder

"fly me to the moon" by frank sinatra

"feeling good" by michael bublé

"just the two of us" by bill withers ft. grover washington jr.

"easy" by lionel richie

"can't stop the feeling!" by justin timberlake

"i want to hold your hand" by the beatles

"smooth" by santana ft. rob thomas

"i will always love you" by whitney houston

"at last" by etta james

solomon:

"imagine" by john lennon

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"wish you were here" by pink floyd

"stairway to heaven" by led zeppelin

"magic" by coldplay

"karma police" by radiohead

"black magic woman" by santana

"time" by pink floyd

"riders on the storm" by the doors

"lucy in the sky with diamonds" by the beatles

"i put a spell on you" by nina simone

"paint it black" by the rolling stones

"losing my religion" by R.E.M.

"sultans of swing" by dire straits

"sympathy for the devil" by the rolling stones

simeon:

"angels" by robbie williams

"halo" by beyoncé

"you raise me up" by josh groban

"i will always love you" by whitney houston

"lean on me" by bill Withers

"un-break my heart" by toni braxton

"wind beneath my wings" by bette midler

"in the arms of an angel" by sarah mclachlan

"true colors" by cyndi lauper

"hero" by mariah carey

"i believe i can fly" by r. kelly

"heaven" by bryan adams

"a thousand years" by christina perri

"you're beautiful" by james blunt

"i can see clearly now" by johnny nash

luke:

"pocketful of sunshine" by natasha bedingfield

"here comes the sun" by the beatles

"walking on sunshine" by katrina and the waves

"happy" by pharrell williams

"rainbow connection" by kermit the frog

"ain't no mountain high enough" by marvin gaye & tammi terrell

"all star" by smash mouth

"don't worry, be happy" by bobby mcferrin

"three little birds" by bob marley & the wailers

"i just can't wait to be king" from the lion king

"best day of my life" by american authors

"count on me" by bruno mars

"i'm yours" by jason mraz

"walking on air" by katy perry

"sing" by pentatonix

barbatos with michael bublé, frank sinatra and george michael is a vibe honestly lol BUT THEN THERES THE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE TROLLS SONG WTF LMAO

i love doing this is so funny

i'm probably doing a part 3 !!!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me! #om! #om! nightbringer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #chat gpt #chatgpt

[inhuman-obey-me]

Hello,

I know in obey me the brothers are refered to the 7 demon lords and the 7 princes.

But do you think there are other princes like Belial, Astaroth. Like we know there are other dukes, lords, and queens in obey me.

Ive reread the ars goetia and reread the book of Abramelin.

Sort of, yes!

While yes, the brothers are referred to as the "Seven Rulers of the Hell" alongside Diavolo as the Crown Prince of the Devildom, Obey Me has generally gone with a more directly monarchical structure than exists in actual demonology.

In normal demon hierarchy, there are tons of not only dukes and princes, but also kings, emperors, presidents, etc. The Ars Goetia describes Solomon as having no less than nine kings, as well as fourteen presidents and seven princes. What's more, some demons are listed as both president and king or prince. But this isn't the case in Obey Me.

In the OM universe, they have been quite clear -- in this universe, Diavolo is the Prince of the Devildom, destined to lead the entire realm. He is an only child, and single acting ruler of the Devildom. Though they have mentioned Queen Rose, whose title would suggest that she is some kind of royalty, it seems she is not royalty of the realm. Potentially, since she also visits from some faraway place, this may mean she has regional power, much like the difference between a governor versus a president. However, Diavolo is the one and only Prince of the Devildom overall, and he has ultimate power. The brothers are more like a Royal Council that supports Diavolo in governing the realm.

At a guess, this is likely meant to be a parallel to the Celestial Realm, so that Obey Me could have a single "Demon King" figure as a parallel to God on the opposite end, with Michael and Diavolo having the roles of acting rulers of their respective realms.

As for other nobility, such as dukes and lords, yes, it has been confirmed that there are other nobles for sure. Diavolo has lamented the stuffy, conservative traditional nature of the nobles a few times. In Nightbringer, there is also a mention of the House of Lords specifically, which seems to be a more formal structure of some nobles that Diavolo needs to maintain at least a certain degree of approval from. Plus, Mephisto's bio on the Nightbringer website also mentions that he is born of nobles. And Astaroth, who you mentioned, actually shows up as a name in the popularity contest chat -- the same one where Mephistopheles was first mentioned! So Astaroth is around RAD somewhere, and presumably, most of Solomon's other pact-mates are somewhere in the Devildom too, just not shown or mentioned by name. Their ranks may simply be different in the game, just as Barbatos is technically supposed to be a Duke and Earl but has been turned into Diavolo's butler instead. But yes, other nobles definitely exist!

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On a final note, the brothers' titles as Rulers of the Underworld is actually quite special as well, and very separate from any normal title of nobility! While they were also given positions of respect and nobility as the Avatars of their respective sins by the Demon King, NB Lesson 3 actually showed that the brothers earned the title by taming Cerberus, and that was also about when they started actually receiving any minimal kind of respect from the rest of the Devildom.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obmnb #omnb #obey me worldbuilding #obey me analysis #obey me & demonology #ask and ye shall be answered #ask and ye shall receive (essays)

[mcx7demonbros]

MC is a Monarch who established a new dynasty

Ft. GN!MC, Lucifer, Diavolo, Mephistopheles

Headcanons

Warning. Mention of poverty, death, war. Mild suggestive in Mephisto’s part.

Inspiration - the story of Emperor Hongwu, the founder of Ming dynasty in China, a man of humble birth in a chaotic time, but he rose to power and became one of the greatest emperors of Imperial China.

You were born a normal person like many others. When you were but a small child, the regime in your country brought the whole nation into a chaotic mess, increasing poverty and economic downturn. Your family was amongst those that were plunged into poverty. After the death of your parents, for survival, you joined a gang of criminals. The gang became a part of an rebellion and you became a rebel. You climbed up the hierarchy in the rebellion force and after some years, you became the leader. You led the rebellion to the final victory, overthrowing the old regime. You crowned yourself as the new monarch of the country. After years of rebuilding the country from the chaos mess left by the previous regime, you decided to participate in Diavolo’s exchange program, using it as a mean to make new allies.

Lucifer 🦚

Lucifer didn’t know your background, he didn’t even read your files, it was fate that arranged for you to be chosen for the exchange program. So he was very shocked when you appeared from the portal with your royal robe.

After the initial shock, he felt more relieved because you were a monarch, you were responsible for a whole country in the mortal realm so you wouldn’t be a chaotic morons like his brothers.

Oh boy, how wrong was he!

You aren’t chaotic in a way that’s similar to his brothers, but you are chaotic in your own way. From brawling with some demons to test the strength you got from the time in the rebellion, to politically influence some of Diavolo’s decisions with how you understand the hardship of being the ruler.

Though those things have piqued his interest in hearing your story, since he heard you weren’t born to be a monarch, but you got to where you are now through a long period of hardship.

The eldest invited you to join him in enjoying a glass of Demonus. He said he wanted to hear your story and you agreed to tell him. It’s not some shameful secret you try to hide anyway. After that, Lucifer told you his story of how he became the Avatar of Pride, the hardship he went through after The Fall. Needless to say, you two related to each other a lot and became closer as a result.

When the two of you become much more intimate, he would let you see his scars, as long as he could see yours too. He loves to look at and admire them, really.

“MC, there’s no perfect word to describe the scars you got on your body. They’re the proofs your strong you are, mentally and physically. Take pride in them.”

Diavolo 🐯

Needless to say, when Diavolo knew that you’re of humble birth but rose up to become a monarch, he began to have a newfound respect for you.

How could he not? Being born the only child of the Demon King, the Demon Prince had always believed becoming the next King to be his given right & responsibility. He had never heard about a normal civilian seizing the throne, even in Devildom’s stories, which his father censored a lot to prevent rebellious idea from spreading.

Since you are both in charge of your respective nation, you usually hear Diavolo asking you “What do you think about this policy?”, not that he’s indecisive or doesn’t know what to do, he just wants to know you and your perspective. Having the a person he can relate to about ruling a realm is great, and that goes both ways.

Though Diavolo isn’t so keen on spreading your story, he doesn’t want other demons to have traitorous ideas.

“Hey Barbatos, if I marry MC, will our crowns be united and will our child be able to rule both of our kingdoms in the future?”

Mephistopheles 🐴

The moment he learned about your great backstory.

“Are you kidding me? A peasant on one of the thrones in human realm. How ridiculous!”

He criticizes you a lot on RAD Newspaper. Those criticisms are not babbling nonsense and they have solid points. But you know your country better than him, and Diavolo agrees with you a lot. So Mephisto has to shut his mouth (or writing) right after. This happens many times.

Overtime, everyone can see that he’s turned on whenever he’s in your dominant presence.

Hope you guys like it :3

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me mephistopheles #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me mephistopheles x reader #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me mephistopheles x mc

[alexotls]

Our of curiosity, how do you interpret Diavolo n Doppio's childhood? A lot of was left pretty vague besides their dad being a priest but it seems like they have a pretty bad relationship in this one? I'm curious to see ur interpretation of it if you're down to talk about your guys

i think there are a lot of ways to interpret it! canon just straight-up doesn't make any sense if you take everything at face value - why would a priest name his son diavolo? when did they meet their mother and why did they bury her? how did she survive that long under the floorboards? 2 year pregnancy???? so i kinda just take the parts i like and consider the rest as spooky embellishments lol. or maybe even a distorted version of events in diavolo's memory.

i do think that whether you read diavolo+doppio's situation as a wildly exaggerated portrayal of DID or something closer to the supernatural, it's pretty clear that they've been through something traumatic. diavolo's intense paranoia, doppio's violent aversion to being touched, and even their stand ability (foresee any possible danger and avoid it!) all seem like results of trauma to me. so without getting too deep into it, i imagine the priest was a pretty shitty dad at best and abusive at worst. i kinda like to think that diavolo approached his religious baggage by going "actually i'm the emperor of the whole world and fate loves me and i'm gonna name myself after the devil because fuck you dad" lol

this is all just my interpretation though! i know a lot of people have different ideas and that's totally cool too.

#ive also got theories about their mother being a stand user to explain some of the nonsensical stuff #but thats more of like a plot thing #ask #anon #also if anybody is going to reply to this please keep in mind to be respectful about DID! thank you

[wuzetianadmirer]

Obey Me x Queen Reader

Warnings: slight yandere and implications of foetus murder

I'm basing this off a C-drama I love; Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace

As a woman, a daughter of the Qing Emperor you had few options. It didn't help that you were the daughter of a low ranking concubine and not an Imperial Consort. You most likely would be married off to somewhere far away, to a chieftan or duke or any other noble. However, you knew you could do better than marry a good man. You decided to become Emperor yourself. After the death of your father, your half-brother had been crowned Emperor. Oopsie! If only a mere servant didn't poison him on his wedding night! And one by one, the Imperial sons were either killed or implicated and banished. The Imperial daughters were married to obscure men of the Empire. And officials began disappearing.

Who was doing this? You!

You had all the right people in your pocket. You had disposed of those who were unneeded.

In the span of two years, you had seized control of the Qing Court. Elevating your mother to Queen Dowager and yourself as Emperor. A female Emperor? There hasn't been one since Wu Zetian! You were strongly opposed but within days, those kind if thoughts were quelled. It was a blood bath, whether it was a necessary one, you did not know.

You had everything now.

Power was in your hands!

You married powerful men and secured your position.

And after five long years, you are your beloved King Consort were expecting. You were finally pregnant! You could establish your own dynasty at last.

But you were now in the Devildom. How frustrating!

I imagine the Mc to look like this:

Lucifer

Yeah, he didn't really care at first.

The only royalty he acknowledged was Lord Diavolo.

He didn't quite regard your ambitions with much interest.

But when you showcased your amazing leadership skills, as well as great diplomacy, and managing to quell those annoying noble demons, you got our boy falling fast!

He then started to understand your situation better, and you began to reside in him too

He too lost everything after the Fall

So now the both of got somebody to relate to

At times, you'd discuss certain politics over a glass of demonus

He also shared some tips as to how you could strengthen your hold over others

Has mixed feelings about the bae

On one hand, you want to go back to your husband. Everything you worked hard for shouldn't be in vain

But on the other, when you first came here, you were beyond stressed. Rarely did you let yourself relax

He decided to help you

And while you may not agree, you can have everything you'd want here. He'd make sure of it!

You want power, he'd make sure you'd dominate the Devildom.

And dont worry about the kid. He himself has unofficially adopted six demons under his care, what's another

Best dad/husband material if you ask me. (Better than the Emperor in the actual show)

Mammon

Man just wants to scam you out of your crown and jewellery. But as a powerful woman yourself, you decide to out him in his place

You, a human, put Mammon in his place. Kneeling at your feet, your heel atop his head.

Man would be lying if he said he wasn't whipped!

After that, he's like a puppy, following you around.

He listens to your story and how you had to struggle and conive your way into power.

He respects that. He's just sad, that a person as brilliant as you had to prove your worth tenfold before anybody aknowledged you

He was the first demon to form a pact with you. Thus, he wants to be your everthing. Your forst man as well as the person to take care of you

But that little bundle in your belly complicates things.

Nevermind! He'll just have to the best dad there is. For both your happiness and his.

Treasure, if you think you can go back...you've got another thing coming...

Leviathan

Your an Emperor?

Thats so cool! Totally OP

Was a bit sceptical at first as you didnt know shit about video games, much less technology.

You're alot like Simeon in that sense

He starts teaching you how to play videogames

And lets just say, you might have been rocky before but you're slaying it now

Especially since you have good critical thinking you can make quick counters

You find that you have a liking towards otome games.

They're similar to the fact that they're alot like dealing with people at court. Kiss up to a few people and destroy the ones that aren't needed

He thinks your so cool.

And after hearing you life story as to how much you had to give up in order to get where you are today, he's just in awe.

Promises to be your bestest friend as well as godfather to your bundle of joy

Satan

Doesn't really care, much like Lucifer

At first, that is

Everyone is astounded that you handle his anger so well

Must be because you're used to having to deal with hot heads

Especially those who didn't deem you worthy as Emperor.

Satan is firmly neutral towards you

Until he discovers your shared love of literature

Is is impressed at your prowess of poetry and appreciates it. Finally, somebody to confide in

Then he finds out, because of your constant strive for power, as well as your status as Emperor, you had to time for pets. Especially not a cat

He decides to change that

And suddenly your living quarters are now a pet shop.

Not to say you hated it, you're already having baby fever due to being....um...pregnant, but now you're having kitty fever!

Our man is definitely in love

Which makes him feel uneasy about your pointy belly

Contemplates killing the babe once its born, but holds himself back. He doesn't want all your hard work to be for nothing

Definitely helping you reclaim your throne if anybidy opposes you in the near future

Very angry about you going back to your husband but keeps it in

Cant loose a good friendship over this, now can ge?

Asmodeous

This echantress is set on seducing you.

Only your resolve is strong

He tries his best, only to realise that his charms don't quite work on you.

Nevermind that, your fashion sense is so chic!

He then decides that you need a makeover. Dont misunderstand him, you're beautiful as is, not as beautiful as him, but all that stress isnt good for you honey.

Insists you get nine hours of sleep

All that court shenanigans and running the empire has given you bags inder your eyes. And are those wrinkles! Honey, I'm gonna get you the best spa day of your life!

You become fast friends, surprisingly. Even you are baffled.

The both of you share makeup tips. He even introduces you to modern makeup as well as cosmetics and fashion.

You insist on wearing longer dresses and do your hair up. You sport long, elegant clothes. And while you think its fine wearing your hair loose every now and then you ultimately stick to your roots.

And while he insists that you'd look stunning in anything you wore, he ultimately respects your fashion choice.

He even replicates traditional Qing dynasty qipao. As the Avatar of Lust, he does have connections to all the high end fabric stores.

And in respect to your status as Emperor he insists that you only dress as the best!

He even manages to get someone to make a few sets of liangbatou for you (the type of headdress Qing dynasty women wore)

Is excited as to being an uncle! Definitely going on a baby shopping frenzy

Practically your best friend!

Beelzebub

I personally think he thought your crown was made of candy.

Cant blame this baby boy

He once even thought you were made of white chocolate with how smooth your skin is

Has tried eating you

Your glare, made his mouth go dry

You're much like Lucifer as to how you baby him sometimes.

You're quite tall yourself but still look like dwarf next to him.

A bit confused as to why you ate so little, even offering your food to him every now and then

He thinks its the pregnancy hormones.

Makes sure you're eating well, cuz honey, you're not just eating for yourself but for your kid too.

Definitely sees you as Lilith.

This hunk of a man swears nothing bad will come to you.

Much like Asmo, he wants to be an uncle so bad

"(Yn), you haven't eaten yet? Are you craving something. I'll go to Hell's Kitchen to get it".

Belphegor

Doesn't give a shit

Just sleeps

Only after Beel stats giving you attention does you pay a shit

You look like one of those prissy nobles

Literally doesn't care that you're an Emperor

Does that mean you can sleep all day?

Is horrified that you tell him that you barely get any sleep due to the stress.

A bit worried at first, cuz you look older than you are

Subtly tells you to get some shut eye. He even puts a spell on you in order to get better sleep. Makes sure your bed is comfortable.

He takes a bit longer to finally start caring as he isnt exactly the most proactive.

Same as Beel . Sees you as Lilith

Not too enthusiastic about your being pregnant. It just means a baby's gonna keep him up later on. But still cares. Definitely tries his best.

On the same side as Beel, Asmo and Levi; wants to the kids uncle.

Overall, you've got seven demons on your side. Quite useful incase there was any opposition on your part. Your kid is gonna have the best uncles!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mc prompts #ruyi's royal love in the palace #crossover #isekai

[mister13eyond]

Domestic DiaDop feat. cooking?

In general, Doppio has unwavering faith in his Boss. The Boss is strong; he's smart, he's brave, he never forgets what he's doing or misremembers simple directions or gets so hopelessly lost that he has to nervously ask strangers for directions. The Boss can do anything; and Doppio always trusts him completely. There are, however, certain things Doppio... generally prefers to do himself. Not that he'd ever doubt the Boss! No way! It's just... sometimes there are things that seem like they must be awfully hard and stressful, aren't there? And Doppio loves cares so much about the Boss. So of course he'd prefer to keep that stress off the Boss's shoulders!

Cooking is one of those things. Sure, Doppio is... a bit clumsy with knives. He usually winds up with band-aids all over his fingers, and once or twice or six or seven times he's dropped a plate and shattered it into pieces. But he knows how to do the basics- to put together staples; to cook pasta, to pan-fry vegetables, to cook bacon and eggs, to follow a recipe. He's always took pride in it- being able to take care of himself. The Boss always praised him for being so capable, so self-reliant.

And eating... Well, eating and cooking both. Taking care of himself- staying fed, making sure he is full and has energy and has cared for that most basic of needs- it has always felt, to Doppio, like a way to show the Boss that he's giving his all for him. Doppio may not be very brave, and he may have a horrible sense of direction, and he may forget things or drop things sometimes. But he can make sure he's always eaten well, and that he's always watching his health for the Boss, that the Boss never catches him hungry and weak.

Ever since they met in person, Doppio has made sure that he cooks for the both of them. The Boss is beautiful; he's tall and broad-shouldered and angular. But his hips are bony, and his stomach is a little too sunken-in for Doppio not to worry. He looks like he needs a good meal. Or two, or three.

But today, the Boss insists. "Let me cook for us, my clever, faithful Doppio. You work so hard."

Doppio is sure that it's because of the several brightly-colored bandaids stuck to his fingers. (The Hello Kitty set are from his attempts at chopping onions. The plain tan ones are from burning his fingers on the edge of a skillet. And the neon green and pink ones are from that coffee mug he shattered washing up the other day.) He protests- "I'll be fine, Boss! I'll be careful. I'll make something easy for us-"

Diavolo catches Doppio's hands in his own, carefully and gently. He brings Doppio's knuckles to his mouth and kisses them gently, leaving a smudge of plum lipstick in his wake. "Hush. You have devoted yourself to me well, my Doppio, but who would I be could I not care for my most faithful and brilliant underboss?"

Doppio chews his lip, but he relents. "Are you sure? I mean, I can-" "It's only cooking," Diavolo insists. "I, the emperor who sits at the top of fortune's throne- I can hardly be stopped by something so trivial as preparing a meal."

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In hindsight, Doppio probably should have protested harder. He fidgets in place at the small table where he and the Boss take their meals, poking at his plate with a fork.

The Boss fidgets across from him. His normally still composure is interrupted by the way he twists at the edge of his napkin, looking down at his plate, unwilling to look up into Doppio's eyes. "I have heard," he begins, voice wavering. "That undercooking poultry or eggs can lead to serious risk of disease."

"Well, that's true!" Doppio replies brightly. That's very considerate of him. "Although, um." He pokes again at the lovingly prepared meal in front of him, which is a color somewhere between charcoal and vantablack. "I don't think you undercooked it! So that's good!"

Diavolo continues adamantly looking down, eyes fixed firmly on his plate. "I perhaps was unsure about the precise... timing, of cooking meat."

Doppio glances up once more, smile broad. "I think next time can go a liiiiiittle shorter of a time, yeah."

Diavolo clears his throat. "Right." He finally glances up at Doppio. "I may have, ah, an important mission for you, my most precious Doppio."

Doppio smiles wider. "You don't have to say a thing, Boss. I'll teach you." He spears a piece of chicken with a substantial bit of force and shoves it in his mouth, and his expression is even neutral as he swallows the dry and ashy bite. "And hey! Waste not, want not!"

#i apparently heard 'domestic' and blacked out and was possessed by the spirit of Diavolo Is A Terrible Fucking Cook #diadop #bosudopi #my fic #mini fic #drabbles #jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure vento aureo #vinegar doppio #diavolo #diavolo x doppio #headcanons

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: *taking a nap with their eyes open*

Diavolo: MC, where are you— *noticed them sitting near the kitchen table*

Barbatos: *comes to stop him from interrupting them* *whispers* Young master, MC is resting right now.

Diavolo: Oh.

Diavolo: *walks closer* *staring close at their face*

MC: ...

MC: Young master, if you're planning to poke my cheek. I dare you not.

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: *laughs awkwardly* *moving away* I'm sorry...

Barbatos: MC, have we bothered you?

MC: No, sir. I've completed my five-minute nap. Thanks to you.

Barbatos: You're welcome. By the way, did Miss Maddi do something to you?

MC: Miss Maddi...

MC: Ah, I remember. She had kissed me on the cheek while I was helping her to change.

Diavolo and Barbatos: ...

Diavolo: *grumbles* That explains why she left with a smile on her face.

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: MC, Lucifer and his brothers have arrived and they're here to ask another favor from you. They're in the living room.

MC: *stood up* *bows* I shall go there now. Please excuse me. *then walks out from the kitchen*

Diavolo and Barbatos: ...

Diavolo: Can't you believe that?!

Barbatos: Calm down, young master. You need to take consideration that it was only a kiss on the cheek. Nothing special.

Diavolo: Right. It's nothing special.

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Levi: This humble servant is begging you, Your Imperial Highness!

MC: ...

Belphie: Yes, Your Imperial Highness. We really need your help.

MC: Are you asking me for another photoshoot?

Barbatos: *smiling*

Lucifer: Barbatos, you shouldn't smile because you're not included this time.

Barbatos: *his smile faded* What?

Diavolo: What will it be about?

Asmo and Levi: A hot steamy night! Featuring the emperor and their concubine!

Lucifer: And they chose Satan for the role.

Diavolo and Barbatos: ...

MC: Sir Satan.

Satan: Yes?

MC: I honestly think you wouldn't fit the role.

Satan: Ah, yes. I know what you mean. However, I don't really have any choice here. I've failed the drama class.

Mammon: Lol. It's not a surprise because you were as stiff as a rock!

Satan: *glares at him*

Asmo: And don't worry, Your Imperial Highness! We're going to pay you a lot!

MC: *bows* Then I am your care.

Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos: ...

Diavolo: *chuckles* Satan.

Satan: ...

Diavolo: Make sure you know where to place those hands.

Satan: *chooses to ignore him*

Barbatos: *sigh*

Lucifer: *pats his shoulder*

Barbatos: Thank you for the comforting gesture, Lucifer.

Lucifer: No problem.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me satan #obey me brothers #maid!mc

[dirty-brainrot]

(Are you okay?)

Ha! You thought it was a Jotaro (or Kira) x Reader that I promised? No! KONO DIAVOLO DA!

Pairing: Diavolo x reader

Today was the day. The day that everybody hated and oh so despised. The day that you tried so hard to postpone.

Chores day.

There was nothing you could do but clean up the whole house and so you did, with a gloomy mood. Starting from your bedroom to the living room, you dusted and removed any lingering trash. The more you dusted the more unbearable the silence got. So you placed the broom aside, deciding to grab your phone to blast to music to get motivated and remove the silence.

On the way to your room, you hear a scream followed by foreign (you assumed it was something italian) words that you couldn't make out of. You stopped in your tracks, confused, then you heard a loud thump. Running to your room, you slammed the door open. The cranky mood you had, disappeared and changed into confusion and anxiety.

Your eyes widen upon the first thing you see. There laid a top-less man, his torso was full with tattoos? It looked like tattoos. And he had a long pink-ish hair that has weird green blobs on it. He was tangled in your bed sheet, scared shitless as if he died over and over again. The mysterious man was still screaming in panic and wriggling around the floor, not noticing your presence. Cautiously, you approached the panicked stranger and kneeled beside him to remove the cover.

He had stopped screaming but he was still panicking. The man was breathing hard and his eyes looked like he was on the verge of crying too. "Make it stop— MAKE IT STOP!" He cried out while he held his arms up, cowering in fear.

"Stop what, sir?" You softly ask him, afraid that if you made your voice louder you would freak him out more. Slowly, he lowers his arms and latches himself to you. "Please! Make it stop!" Uncomfortable by the physical contact, you push him away. "I-I don't think I understa—" He held onto you tighter but you managed to push him off you. Scared yet concerned for the man, you bolted to your phone and grabbed it. "W-Wait!" He calls out to you but you ran into the bathroom and locked yourself in. Quickly dialing the emergency services, you hear him bang his fist on the door.

Now you were full-blown frightened. First, he appeared in your bedroom then next he screams about making something stop? Snapping out of your thoughts, you could hear the stranger start to sob. Your fingers hovered to press the call button but you hesitated as you hear his crying start to get louder.

You surely will regret this— You turned off your phone and placed it in your pockets. Nervously, you unlocked the door to see the pink-haired man crying on the floor, shaking. Your breath hitched as you felt some sort of pity for him. "U-um— hey..."

Sitting down beside him, you tentatively placed your hand on his back, he flinched and stiffens up at the contact but relaxed once you started rubbing comforting circles. "Hey, hey, it's alright. I—I think it uh... Stopped...?" His breath stabilized but he was still slightly shaking. Raising his face, he looks at you. You grimaced after getting a proper look at his face. Damn...this dude looks like a mess...

"I-It's been almost a minute now..." He wipes off his tears and you withdraw your hand from his back, thinking he was stable enough.

"HOW DARE THEY DO THAT TO AN EMPEROR! A KING!—"

"Woah, watch your mouth sir, maybe that's what got you into trouble in the first place." He immediately closed his mouth as he looks at you, baffled. He furrows his brows again and points at you, raising himself a tad bit so he towers over you. "YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ANYTHING I WENT THROUGH—"

You cut his outburst again. "Listen sir, I don't know what happened but I do know it's bad but you don't have to shout." After you finished your sentence, he looks at you, his expression told him he was infuriated. The so-called "king" was about to have another outburst until he rubbed his face with his hands.

He sighs, defeated. "Do you know where I am..?" "Well, that was fast." You thought before speaking. "You're in [Country] and if you're thinking what date it is today— it's August 30, 2021." He weakly nods, before freezing. His expression darkened as he starts to panic again. "2021?!—" He rose from the floor, leaning beside the wall for balance. "Yep! 2021 and we're in a middle of a pandemic too."

He grabs your shoulder. "PANDEMIC?!" He shouts while shaking your shoulders aggressively, making you wince from the loud noise and become nauseous from the shaking. You shoved his hands off you. "Y-yes, there is a pandemic."

He sat back down and placed his hands on his head. It was silent for a while and you could only watch the man mumble and have an existential crisis. "Uh, sir—" he snaps out of his thoughts and looks at you. "Could you tell me your name and what happened?"

Looking at you with reluctance, he tells you his name. "Diavolo." You nodded then tilted your head slightly. "So like, the devil?" Ruffling his hair, he sighs and answers shortly. "Yeah."

You hummed. "So Diavolo, I'm guessing a wizard sent you to the future and probably tortured you in the process while getting transported here." He, for the first time, chuckles. "You're not far off." You opened your mouth and made an ":O" face in surprise.

He could be possibly a deranged man or he could be actually someone from an alternate reality or the past. "I don't know how to start this— I was a don of a mafia and got beaten by a 16-year-old. So now I died multiple times for punishment—" He suddenly stops, you looked at him with confusion. You heard him mumble something "crimson" and swear in Italian afterward. "You alright? Are you having another panic attack?" He grunts and shakes his head. "As I was trying to say; I was forced to die multiple times because of a kid who had a dream and his gang of brats."

You nodded and stayed silent not knowing what to say. "Oh! Uhm- I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Y/N." He leans back and nodded. Sitting upright you added, "I don't know how you got here, in my room, but I'll just believe you for now." The two of you sat in silence, not knowing what to do not say. 'At least he's calm now.' You thought.

"You're oddly calm."

"Huh?" You stare at him dumfounded. "Oh— I guess 2021 keeps getting weirder and at this point I don't even want to bother anymore."

After your response it was quiet again. Glancing at the messy bed, you had an idea. "Hey— Can you help me clean?" You look at him while nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. 'Asking a stranger to help you clean? He did made a mess so...' Diavolo sighs and stands up. "I guess... But do you have any food first? The loop made me famished."

Following his actions, you stood up and gave him a small smile. "Alright! follow me, magical stranger."

Jofoe in your home series: Kars, Kira

#jjba #jjba x reader #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure vento aureo #vento aureo #golden wind #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #diavolo #diavolo jojo #diavolo x reader #jjba diavolo x reader #jojo diavolo x reader #x reader

[shoechoe]

im curious. first, hello!!!!!!!! second, is there anything about diavolo/doppio/king crimson that you dont like when it comes to their personalities? not how they were portrayed (as in, what the author did to them/their fate) but something about them that u dont really like

Hello! Yeah, there are a couple things about them that I don't like.

As for Doppio, I'd have to say that his obliviousness took me out of the immersion at times. That guy just didn't realize anything that was going on. He didn't even stop to wonder "Hey, why do I keep having these strange headaches and blackouts?" or "How does the Boss keep reaching me on different phones? Also, why do I keep finding phones randomly everywhere?" Like, if Diavolo gave him alternate explanations for why all of the weird stuff was happening, I would've bought it, but Doppio just doesn't question a single thing.

For as much as I talk about Diavolo, would you believe it if I said that I don't actually find any of his dialogue to be all that great? It's kinda just a bunch of monologuing about how powerful he is and how fate has chosen him to be the emperor, and how everyone else is insignificant, blah blah blah. Diavolo's actual dialogue is just generic villain stuff compared to the rest of him. It's a little disappointing, since I'd imagine a guy who's lived in isolation as the leader of the Mafia for years with no one else to talk to except for his teenaged alter (and was raised Christian while being named "Devil") would have something more interesting to say.

The only one of his lines that actually stuck out to me was from a manga translation I read, and... not in a good way.

(???)

3. The real big annoying thing with Diavolo, to me, is all of the dumb mistakes he made that he easily could've (and should've, given we know how good he is at hiding his identity) avoided. Why did he steal Trish from Bruno, leaving her entire hand behind, making Bruno suspicious? Why couldn't he have just let Trish and Bruno get off the elevator, keep his face hidden in the darkness, have Trish handed to him and then wait for Bruno to leave before he killed her? When he finally had Trish, why did he take his time carrying her around the place just in time for Bruno to get there instead of just killing her immediately? Why didn't he double-check to make sure Polnareff was dead, considering he had extremely compromising information about him (and not to mention, he revealed his Stand and explained its entire ability to him!? Why does he do that??) On that note, why did he explain his entire Stand ability to Bruno, either? This part has way too many plot conveniences, man.

4. The way that King Crimson's ability works, albeit somewhat confusing and hard to portray in manga format, was something I thought was genuinely pretty cool. The issue with it is that it breaks its own rules sometimes. It's an outlined rule that Diavolo cannot interact with anything during the time that he "erases", and yet we do see him interact with several things- he takes Trish, cuts off the fortune teller's hand, and impales Narancia all during erased time, despite us seeing how he isn't supposed to be able to interact with anything (like with Aerosmith and the bullets passing right through his body).

The explanation for this is that these events were "fated" to happen, and since Diavolo is only able to change his fate during erased-time and no one else's, the events still ended up happening even if it breaks King Crimson's logic. However, I still found this explanation to be cheap.

Those are all the ones I can think of off the top of my head. I like pretty much everything else about their personalities/actions, but these are the main things that I would probably change or try to lessen if I could go back and time and give Araki advice or something.

#shoe talks a lot #doppio #diavolo #vento aureo spoilers #jjba #vento aureo

[abbacchiosbelt]

Excerpts for potential stories from my upcoming project, Royals & Rogues.

LISA LISA, THE KNIGHT ✩

“A lone knight stands in front of the throne room, eyes sharp. She was silent -her stature spoke for her. Her gaze never leaves you, making your skin prickle. Though you had been invited as part of the audience to the throne room, the knight spared you no clemency in her observation of you.

Your guide, Suzi Q, nudges you. “That’s Lisa Lisa,” she whispers. “Isn’t she incredible? No knight has ever bested her.” Suzi Q grins at you, lowering her voice. “And she’s so beautiful. Don’t you think?”

You swallow at the thought of being under a woman as powerful and intimidating as Lisa Lisa, averting your eyes from Suzi Q’s prying gaze and clearing your throat. Suzi Q giggles and stands back to attention next to you. You follow suit and stand straight up, glancing at the knight.

You swear Lisa Lisa is looking right through you - had she heard all of that... and had she seen how you hadn’t even been able to speak?”

PROSCIUTTO, THE MERCENARY ✧

The blonde man hisses as you put a rag to his wound, the cut bleeding through the rag faster than you can keep up. For the most part, the man is stoic, only letting out a few grunts of pain as you clean his wound. After a few more tense minutes, the bleeding starts to slow down and you’re able to get cloth wrapped around the injured area on his arm. When he sees you’ve backed away, he peers down at his arm and gives a slight nod.

“... Thanks.” He says, going to stand. Immediately, his legs wobble and he’s forced back into his seat. 

“Oh,” you mumble, hurrying to his side. He huffs, his lips curling into a frown. You know he won’t be going anywhere for a while. “You need to stay here. All that blood you lost is going to make you fatigued.” 

“I don’t have time for that.” The man says, but he doesn’t try to get up again. He leans back and closes his eyes, wincing when he moves his injured arm.

“I’ll get you something for that pain,” you say, already turning towards the cabinet where you kept your small collection of wine. It was better than nothing - it might help him take his mind off of it, at least. When you’ve poured him a small glass, you hand it to him before sitting down across from him with your own glass. “You’re welcome to stay here, but if you’d feel more comfortable, I can help you to the inn. It’s only a little ways from here.”

The man opens his eyes as he takes a sip, still leaning back and staring at the ceiling. “It’s best if I don’t stop in town,” he says, closing his eyes again. “I’ll keep out of your hair.”

JOTARO, THE LONELY PRINCE ✫

Ocean blue eyes gaze back at Jotaro as he stares at himself in the mirror, his crown thrown haphazardly to the floor. What did it matter, when he had lost everything? His friends, his wife, his daughter... At least he had the comfort of knowing they were alive and breathing. He’d pushed them away before they could get hurt, after all.

He was a dangerous man, or at least, he always attracted danger. There was no way he could have them close, yet Jotaro had been cruel to them. Isolation, coldness, leaving them for days at a time without word; it was no wonder they left.

And yet, he still craved the presence of another. Someone to hold close at night, to sit next to in his throne. Jotaro knew it would be selfish, but it had been years since he’d felt the warmth of another - he could be different this time.

He has to be.

ABBACCHIO, THE BUTLER ★

You take the sweet from the plate your butler, Abbacchio, is offering you with a prim smile. It was drizzled in sticky honey - almost unbearably sweet, but you couldn’t help but crave the treat from time to time. Abbacchio would demand them from the kitchen the second you even thought about one. He was a loyal man, responding with grace to even your most odd requests and quirks.

Abbacchio was the only butler to have stayed with you long-term. The two of you fit like two missing puzzle pieces - in private, you had a rapport that would be scandalous if the kingdom found out, but you couldn’t help it. He was magnetic. His soft lavender hair and his plump lips, the way his muscles shifted under the uniform he wore. You were well aware that he watched you the same way you watched him, yet neither of you had been bold enough to make a move.

Times like these, though... You thought about it.

You take a bite of the sweet, letting the sticky honey drip down your index finger before you place the treat back on the serving tray. “Oh,” you breath, mocking surprise at the mess. You press your index finger to your mouth and catch Abbacchio’s gaze, watching his eyes darken as you slowly suck the honey from your finger. “Oops.”

“Be more careful, or you’ll dirty your dress.” Abbacchio says, stern.

“Hm, and will you help me change?” You reply. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, no doubt thinking of the soft skin and curves that hid under your clothing.

DIAVOLO, THE EMPEROR ✦

The Emperor was the most feared man in all of the Kingdoms - he ruled with an iron fist; wrath over mercy, blood over anything else. To see Emperor Diavolo was to see Death itself. The man rarely showed his face, yet his people still yearned to see him. He was a horrible man, a tyrant to other territories, but he was their ruler that kept them fed and safe. Perhaps it was just tradition that made the people clamor for a sight of their Emperor. They wanted to see an heir, yet their ruler was a recluse.

That’s why the people rejoiced when they heard the Emperor was to conquer another territory - in it lived a heir that would be perfect for their Emperor. Emperor Diavolo’s closest confidant and retainer Doppio was buried in letters begging for the Emperor to consider the heir. 

Diavolo found his rage at his people’s audacity quelled once he gave their idea consideration - Perhaps it was time for him to settle down. The people didn’t need to know that Diavolo never planned on vacating the throne; the magic he sought to keep him alive indefinitely was so close he could taste it. Having someone to share that with wouldn’t be so bad.

BRUNO, THE ELF PRINCE ✺

You can only stare as the elven prince Bruno peruses your small herbs & potions shop, his opulent outfit standing out from the warm tones and greenery filling the room. He was beautiful, and you’d never seen anyone quite like him - you’d never seen an elf, for that matter. You’d heard through the grapevine that he was here as a foreign dignitary, but you expected him to be staying at the palace, not roaming around the shops in town.

Bruno approaches you and you quickly scramble to attention, nervously smiling at him.

“Tell me, do you sell any body care products here? I bought the loveliest scrub from another Kingdom over in a shop like this, and I’d love to sample something from your shop.” His voice is deep and smooth, catching you off guard. You aren’t sure why you expected something else. Bruno smiles while you think, his deep blue eyes never leaving your gaze. Elves were known for their intensity, and Bruno was proving the anecdote true.

“Uh, y-yes,” You say, stumbling over your words. You step from behind the counter and walk Bruno towards a small section filled with different ointments and scrubs that he must have accidentally passed by. You pick up a blueberry and vanilla scented hair oil, tapping the lid. “This one is pretty popular, but we have other products as well. We, uh, I also make custom orders if you have something in mind.”

Bruno hums and takes the product from your hand, uncorking the lid and sniffing it gently. His eyes light up. “Wonderful,” he says, putting the lid back. He looks down at the rest of the wares and carefully picks through them, selecting a peach and honey scented body scrub. Again, he smells the product, and sighs happily. “Do you make these yourself, then?” You nod. “You’re incredible, a talent like this is so often overlooked.”

You feel your face grow warm, Bruno’s candid compliment making your stomach do flips. Were all elves this forward, or was it just Bruno, their prince?

JOLYNE, THE FORMER HEIR ✫

Two loud voices sound from behind front desk of the inn, alerting you that potential guests had arrived. You smooth down your uniform and walk out with a smile, ready to greet the guests before a loud voice interrupts you—

“Dad can kiss my ass.” Jolyne crosses her arms, staring down her mom.

“Jolyne,” Marina sighs, frowning at her daughter’s colorful use of words. “It’s not proper to speak like that.” The older woman turns to you, looking apologetic. “I apologize for my daughter’s language. She knows better.”

“Gods, you act like I’m a child. I’m 22, mom.” Jolyne replies. She watches her mom’s face fall, feeling a twinge of regret. She sighs. “Sorry, mom. And sorry...”

She waits for you to say your name, raising an eyebrow when you relay it to her. Jolyne repeats it, the name sounding like something special when she says it. “Sorry again. Being a former heiress and all, people tend to react weird. And it is my Dad’s fault, so...” Marina gives her daughter a look. “Sorry, I’m rambling. So, that’s why we need to stay at your inn. No home, and all that. But lots of money, that’s the least the bastard could have given us.” Jolyne grins, giggling when her Mom lets out a sigh. She leans forward on the counter, staring you down with bright chartreuse eyes.

“So, ya got room for a former princess and disinherited heir?”

THE SWORDS-FOR-HIRE ✵

Risotto pulls his cloak tighter around himself, shivering in the cold air of the night. It wasn’t often that the broad man felt chilled to his bone, but tonight was proving more than he or his teammates could handle. It was only a few more miles to the nearest inn... If they couldn’t scrounge up enough coin from their pockets, they could at least huddle together in the stables. 

Formaggio grunts from his left side, barely visible under his layers of clothing. “Three talented guys like us and we’re stuck dragging our asses out in the cold like this? Ridiculous.”

Illuso pipes up from Risotto’s right side, practically glued to Risotto’s side to suck up some of the warmth his body exuded. “You’re right, for once.”

“Hey,” Formaggio starts, glaring at Illuso.

“Enough.” Risotto says - it’s enough to have Formaggio back down and Illuso shrink back down into his scarf. Risotto knows as well as Formaggio and Illuso that their situation is far from ideal, but it was the best they could do with Risotto’s family name following them. He was marked with evil - or so the people said - his dark sclera and family history making him a pariah. The fact that Illuso and Formaggio had decided to travel with him still surprised him, and he was grateful for their presence. 

Hopefully, the inn would take pity on them - or at least be intimidated enough by Risotto’s presence that the trio could afford a room.

MISTA, THE RETAINER ★

Mista closes his eyes, leaning back against the cool wall outside of the castle baths. His back is tight from today’s work, but he’d have to wait until you finished bathing. Mista didn’t mind, of course - it was his duty as your retainer to protect you. He just wished that things were different... That he could be in the bath with you, washing your back and sharing an intimate moment together.

He smacks his head against the back of the wall. He shouldn’t be thinking like that - no matter how deeply he loved you, he wouldn’t ever let his romantic feelings come before his duty as your protector. Mista swore to go to the ends of the Earth for you, even if his actual vows were a little more formal. 

Still, he wondered if there was a chance - no matter how small - that you felt the same. The upcoming journey to another kingdom would see you and Mista spending more time together than usual. To Mista, it meant he finally had a chance.

Little did he know that your thoughts were nearly the same as his on the other side of the wall. 

#jjba #royal au #WIP #royals and rogues #to be continued #lisa lisa #prosciutto #jotaro kujo #guido mista #jolyne kujo #caesar zeppeli #risotto nero #formaggio #illuso #diavolo #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #reader insert

[wistcriax]

Empress' Lady Ch. 06

Mammon knocked on the large wooden door that was now closed. “Come in.” Lucifer said from the other side. Mammon opened the door walking in with y/n following behind. Lucifer looked up with a small smile.

“Thank you Mammon, you’re dismissed.” Lucifer said. Mammon nodded and bowed before leaving. Lucifer motioned his hand towards one of the chairs, “Sit.” He said. y/n nodded and sat down in one of the leathered chairs.

“Mammon said you needed to speak with me, about me rushing past your study.” y/n said. “I was a bit worried, you looked a bit panicked. Did something happen?” Lucifer asked. y/n didn’t know how to answer, to tell the truth or to lie.

“y/n?” Lucifer asked. “When I was returning to her majesty’s room, I heard a few voices. One of them sounded like Emperor Diavolo of the Southern Empire, and I believe I heard her majesty speak his name, but I was in a bit of a panic. Afterall, Emperor Diavolo isn’t a pleasant man.” y/n said.

She let it out where it was what she believed, not that she absolutely knew. “I see, did you hear the nature of their conversation?” Lucifer asked, his voice seemed stiff. “I did… It was about me. The Empress believes you’ll take me as your concubine and that it will be difficult to remove of me once you do.” y/n answered.

Lucifer froze when hearing that was the nature of their conversation. Then he clicked his tongue, “So she was snooping. Or her former lady-in-waiting was.” Lucifer said. “Pardon?” y/n asked. “Ah. Apologies. I guess the cat is out of the bag. I was planning on asking you earlier on to be my concubine, but your brother seemed to find out suddenly.” Lucifer sighed.

“He did what he could to keep you away from me until he believed I had given up by taking a different mistress.” Lucifer said. “A diversión?” y/n asked. “Sharp, yes.” Lucifer answered, “But, my former mistress. Well, she went missing. I was more focused on that and the New Year’s Ceremony than another mistress, so when I fired her majesty’s former lady and your brother introduced you. I couldn’t say no.” Lucifer said.

“Your majesty, if you don’t mind me asking, why would you ask of me to become your mistress?” y/n asked. Lucifer only hummed, “I believe that’s a discussion for another time.” Lucifer said. He was quiet for a few moments. “Is there anything else you need to tell me?” Lucifer asked.

“About the Empress?” y/n asked. Lucifer nodded. “I have nothing to report that I have evidence besides my own eyes for.” y/n answered. “So you have some theories?” Lucifer asked. y/n nodded, “Recently me and my brother got in a disagreement after I said something ill about the Empress. He blames you for how the Empress is.” y/n said.

“Blames me? The Empress was like this before she married or even engaged me.” Lucifer said. “The empress is allowed to take a concubine right?” y/n asked. “As long as the Emperor has one an Empress is allowed to take one.” Lucifer answered. He then looked over at y/n, “Do you believe your brother could be a concubine to the Empress?” He asked.

y/n nodded, “My brother has never defended the Empress like that, usually he acts like he never cares. But as of late, he’s been cold to anyone who insults her majesty. Even his friends he used to laugh with about the jokes or insults they come up with about her.”.

“It could be possible, I’ll investigate both matters. But, I’ll need a bit of help.” Lucifer said, looking at y/n. “It’s wrong of me to ask, but…”

—

y/n opened the door to her home as she sighed lightly. She took off her 1 inch heels and held them in her hand about to walk to her room. “y/n.” Solomon said, it was the first time he had spoken to her in a few days, why would he speak to her so suddenly.

“Is there something you need, Brother?” y/n asked. He slammed the book he was reading shut and slammed it down onto the table. He then grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and held it up. “I sent you there to become the lady to her majesty for her to have some help and stop becoming a laughing stock because of Lucifer.” Solomon said.

“Yet, what I’m seeing here is that you’re making the Empress into even more of a laughing stock, now people will believe that the l/n family dislikes the Empress.” He said. y/n finally got a good look at the paper, it was a letter to y/n, from the Emperor. 

“So, you opened something that did not belong to you?” y/n asked, her voice calm, but she was slowly snapping hearing that she’s being blamed for making the Empress a laughing stock, when the woman did that to herself.

“Don’t change the subject.” Solomon said. “If you didn’t want to be her lady-in-waiting you could have said so. Or did you only agree to get closer to Lucifer?” Solomon asked. “I did it because you recommended me, so now my turn to ask a question brother…”

“Are you the Empress’ Concubine?”

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Fairytale Prompt #19 with Diavolo, if you don’t mind.

Sure thing and I ended up making this a prequel to fairest of them all that happened before Diavolo had s/o.

Hope you enjoy

She known as Snow white

(Yandere Diavolo X female reader)

Quick warning: attempted non con and violence

You looked through the arch windows to see the crumbling wall of your kingdom. Your kingdom had been under siege for a fortnight now by the Crimson emperor's army.

With winter growing colder by the day, it made everyone trapped weaker and malnourished. What made Diavolo decide to attack your kingdom you never knew. You saw no reason as to why he'd need your kingdom in the northest point, the land was far too cold to grow most crops and there was little to mine from the earth. Your kingdom only flourished because of the great workers and craftsmen who sold their merchandise at the busy port.

As you laid by the window sill you felt your body grow colder. You then looked at the large portrait of you on the wall, admiring the soft greens and blues of the background that reminded you of the spring warmth. You daydreamed about the flowery meadows and how you'd lay on the picnic blanket as you sipped tea and snacked on pastries while the sun's rays caressed you.

You hoped such days would return soon as the cold grew. A swift draft of icy air almost went straight through you as your bedroom door opened, causing your ivory dress to flutter.

"(Y/n) we are heading past the walls to meet king Diavolo soon, hopefully we are able to bring a stop to this" your step brother announced. You couldn't believe that he'd agree to meet you both to negotiate things, but in a way it made you feel worse. Not only was everything up to you and your brother but you also had the suspension that something was wrong.

"Brother I have a bad feeling about this... Diavolo is a diabolical being, what's to say he won't just kill us then and there?" you told your brother what you thought. He walked over to you and placed your adoptive mothers white fur coat over your shoulders.

"I know how you feel but we have no choice, our people will die if we don't try" your brother replied.

"Besides, I'll bring my sword just in case he tries to pull something on us" he said as he tried to reassure you. You sighed in defeat as you knew you had to go, your kingdom was at stake and your parents were too ill to speak with Diavolo themselves.

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You looked down at the ground while holding your brother's hand as you passed the wall and were approached by the crimson king's guards. You felt uneasy as they held their guard that they could very well stab you both right here and now. Two of the guards pried you from your brother as the other two did the same to him. They held you both by the arms as they guided you around the campsite of all the soldiers. You looked up occasionally as you felt all their eyes on you. Many were scarred from previous battles and others had amputated limbs. You knew that they were going to remain in this vicious cycle of bloody war until they laid dead amongst the dirt of the battlefield. You wondered how long they got to spend time at home with their families if they ever had.

You hadn't realised your pace had slowed until you were harshly tugged by the two guards. You let out a whimper in pain As you felt how hard they handled you.

"Hey, be gentle on her!" your brother yelled at the guards as he struggled. Your gut twisted as you saw the large extravagant wagon ahead, the red curtains and the gold accents against the dark carved wood was enough for you to tell who's it was.

You and your brother looked at one another, he noticed the fear in your eyes as he realised that something wasn't right. Another guard approached your brother and your heart sunk as he delivered a punch to your brother's stomach.

You screamed as you thrashed in the guards grasp and your brother fell to the ground and the others began to beat him.

"No stop! What are you doing to him?!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as you watched while being dragged away.

"Let me go! Why are you doing this?!" You continued as you tried so desperately to escape their grasp and help your brother, but you were too weak to stop the guards as they dragged you towards the wagon. You were pushed into the wagon with little care, causing you to trip over and land against the back wall. You heard the door lock and dread began to make your body freeze as you eyes looked to the source of light to the right hand side to see the fuchsia haired male sitting atop a fine velvet chair his emerald eyes looked at you as his gloved hand placed down the book he had previously been reading.

"Such a pleasure to meet you Snow white" he greeted you, the words that dripped from his mouth like sweet honey but made your stomach feel worse than it already was.

"Why are your guards attacking my brother, he did nothing wrong!" You yelled at the man. He chuckled lightly as you realised that the skirt of your dress had been flipped, exposing part of your upper thigh and revealing the garter socks you were wearing. You quickly pulled your skirt down and shot him a glare.

"I can't have your brother getting in the way of our ordeal" he explained as he stood. His silken suit a blood red with a white vest, he had gold and emerald jewelry to highlight.

"You arrived beautifully, however I think you'd look so much better in red" he commented, making you swallow your saliva. You knew he was making an advance on you and it made you felt horrible.

"What do you want from my kingdom? What will it take for this seige to end?" You asked as you finally stood.

"Why, I want the very crown jewel from this kingdom that all across the land worship" he said as he grabbed you by the wrist before throwing you onto his bed. You tried to struggle as you became sandwiched between him and the soft mattress.

"Oh how I want to take it, take it for myself and do as I please" he said in such a husky tone as he had you pinned down.

"No, I'm not some possession you monster" you only just managed to mutter between the deep but shaky breaths you took.

"And what makes you think you have any choice in the matter?" he hissed. You looked around and saw your vulnerable predicament reflected in the fine mirror he had hung up. You groaned as you felt him bite down on your neck. You looked along the rest of the wall before seeing the dagger that was displayed. You finally managed to get him off of you before you ran and grabbed it.

"I do, I'm not going to let you do this to me!" You yelled as you pointed the blade in his direction as he stood up.

"Let me and my brother go or I'll plunge this blade straight into your chest" you ordered but to the male it was evident that you couldn't do such a thing. He slowly drew closer to you with a smirk on his face. You had your back against the wall with nowhere to go"

"Are you threatening me? I can't take you seriously when you have such a shaky grip on my dagger" he chuckled as he took from your grasp before he held it against you. He drove the blade across your chest, leaving a gash across your breasts and cutting the exposed section of your dress.

You hurled over yourself in pain before he grabbed you by the hair and slammed your face against the wall. You screamed out in pain as you felt blood begin to trickle from both your nose and eyebrow.

"I'll make you mine by force if you refuse me once more Snow White" he hissed as he began to drag you across the floor.

"My name isn't Snow white, it's (Y/n)" you sneered as you looked up at him, you could see the fire in his eyes… a great evil that consumed his very soul.

"Open the door" he ordered his guards and as they did he threw you out unceremoniously, like you were garbage. The ice covered floor felt colder than it had ever been before, yet it relieved you to know that you were there instead of in the warmth of his bed. You got to your knees and looked at your blood that stained the snow. You wiped the snow off your face before finally looking forward to see your brother limping towards you. He was in a worse condition than you, with quite a bit of blood on him and bruises forming on his body.

"(Y/n) are you alright? What did Diavolo do to you?!" He asked you with panic in his voice.

You looked back at the snow, tears formed in your eyes. His panic really put the whole event into perspective. You were a weak girl and what you tried to do was pathetic, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. He helped you up and guided you across the path you had come from. When he believed he was far enough from the camp he stopped and held you by the shoulders.

"What did he do to you?" He asked once more. Tears continued to fall from your eyes as you hugged him, burying your head into his chest.

"Did he force himself upon you?" He asked, his voice shaky as he was desperate for an answer and hoping that you said no.

"He tried to… I tried to use his dagger against him but I was too weak" you cried. You felt your brother hug you tightly. You could hear his shaky breath, he was torn between sadness and anger knowing what the king had tried to pull on you. He wanted to head back and go on a rampage but he knew he was too injured to fight so he helped get you back to the castle.

As you both walked he noticed you staring down at the ground again, he could see the shame in your eyes.

"Maybe he would have stopped the seige if I'd let him" you muttered, feeling so selfish knowing you could have gotten him to stop all this.

"(Y/n) he wouldn't have stopped, he won't until he gets what he wants… don't you ever say that, you are worth more than that man could ever be!" Your brother nearly yelled, causing you to flinch a little.

"I'm sorry…" you mumbled.

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You slept roughly that night, your encounter with Diavolo manifested terrible nightmares within you. You felt hopeless as you felt him on-top of you, he gripped onto you like he would never let go. His nails tearing your skin as he violated you. You woke up screaming, so afraid it was real.

Yet for Diavolo he laid on his bed, daydreaming about you as he twirled his dagger. Thinking of the Snow white the land worshipped underneath him in a red lace nightgown, He was growing impatient especially after seeing how frightened you had been.

When morning finally came you refused to leave your room, even when your parents came you refused to talk to them. You were still too shaken from it all.

You finally managed to fall asleep in the early afternoon. For hours it was all black in your dreams and everything seemed peaceful until you felt a wisp of cold air caressed your face and the faint smell of smoke made your eyes shoot open.

To your side Diavolo stood with a sinister gleam in his eyes, you could see the balcony door open. You screamed as you jumped out of bed. He tried to grab you but you were just out of his reach. You ran to the door and threw it open And ran through the halls screaming, the halls illuminated by the fire that was burning the town below.

Your brother emerged from his room with his sword in hand, you got behind him and saw Diavolo approaching at a slow and methodical pace.

"Damn you! I'll kill you for what you've done to my sister!" he yelled but the male only chuckled at your brother's threats.

"You think this is funny! I'll take your head right off your shoulders!" He continued.

"No brother, don't do this…" you tried to get your brother to let go of his sword but he was too enraged.

"What? Are you trying to defend him after what he's done?!" He turned his harsh tone onto you.

"No…" you muttered. You knew your warnings would be ignored. As your brother charged forward your whole world nearly froze. You saw Diavolo pull out his dagger, you called out to your brother and tried to run to him and pull him back but it was already too late.

He dropped his sword and Diavolo kicked him off his blade. You kneeled by your brother as he tried to get up but he was losing blood quickly. He wrapped his hands around you and managed to pull himself to embrace you.

"No… please don't leave me" you cried. As you looked at his half lidded eyes. You wanted him to say something, anything as long as you could hear his voice one last time but no words ever left his lips. He was no longer in reality as he died.

Diavolo grabbed you by the shoulder and tried to pry you from your brother's body.

"Don't touch me!" You screamed as you used your leg to kick his shin. He grabbed you by the hair and made you let go.

"I'm going to repeat myself (y/n)...I'll make you mine by force if you refuse me once more" he said in an angered tone.

"So will you accept my proposal?"

#yandere jjba #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere diavolo #fairy tale au

[wri0thesley]

Favourite - Diavolo x Reader (Kinktober Day #11: Collaring)

NSFW. 18+ ONLY. AFAB reader. Neutral pronouns. VERY MUCH DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Yandere warning. Non-Con warning. Mentions of past injury, forced oral sex, use of King Crimson for Bad Things, forced orgasm, collaring - captive reader. 2.5k

Diavolo has a surprise for you. If you’re good.

Diavolo’s training was a process you would prefer not to relive. 

When he’d brought you here, you’d fought. You’d bitten and scratched at him tooth and nail, heedless of the fact that he was your employer and emperor and master in all things. You had bitten him hard enough to draw blood, once - though the ache of your jaw whispered that perhaps it had been more than once, in time that does not exist - and he had backhanded you so hard that you had seen stars. 

“I am not averse to hurting you,” he had sneered. “You are useful to me alive. You do not need to be whole.”

You had cursed yourself and the stand power that you’d been gifted; any measure of power, you think, is not worth this. Perhaps in another life the idea of being mistress to the Don of Passione would have been better - romantic, even. You’re sure you would have imagined silk robes and expensive dinners and luxury, your hand around his arm, diamonds around your throat. 

You would not have imagined the squalor of a cheap hotel room with the cameras ripped out of it. You would not have imagined the rough hands, the coos of how useful you will be to him, the way that his painted nails dig into your wrists so hard they leave crescent-moon shaped welts. 

You had thought yourself brave. 

You had been a member of Passione - perhaps not the most senior member, and perhaps you had little room for moving up the food chain, but you had been feared. People knew who you were and what you could do, and men looked respectfully away. You had cloaked yourself in the power of being Passione and forgotten that there was one man who could take it away whenever he wanted. Any position under a man is a precarious one. 

Hell, you had seen Polpo’s test as a good thing. 

If you had known then what you know now . . . 

Your entire life changed in a matter of hours, once your stand had become common knowledge to your capo and then those higher than you. Diavolo tells you that those who knew of you - who care about you - are dead or gone, or paid handsomely to shut their mouths. 

“And doesn’t that make them lucky?” He muses, fingers dragging along your skin, mapping the places your body is curved. His thumb skirts across your cheekbone, and you wince as he finds old bruises and presses down enough to make the flesh sing with pain. “Almost as lucky as you, tesoro.”

Lucky. 

Lucky is his hand knit in your hair, the knee to your mid-section, the knife against your skin and the reminders of what he can do to you. His fingers brushing your eyelids, your mouth. The feel of his boot on your fingers. Legs tied apart with rough rope and a gag wedged in your mouth until it’s stained and wet with your own drool and tears. 

And through it all, his reminder echoes in your mind - he does not need you whole. He simply needs you alive. When he steps on your wrist and you hear the crack. When he carves intricate markings into your other arm with a knife, mirroring his own tattoos.

“I could hurt you so much more,” he breathes against your ear, and you stiffen as the point of the knife travels down your body. “Be good, and I won’t.”

So you’d behaved. You had stopped fighting. You had stopped biting and scratching and sobbing, and been rewarded with Diavolo’s voice, softer this time. His fingers, pinching and plucking and stroking until you felt ecstasy at his hand and cried about it. 

“See?” He murmurs, fingers inside you, his cock hard and straining against your thigh. “If you’re good for me? How I can make you feel?”

You lose your thoughts, your consciousness, part of your mind. You let them go somewhere far away from you and hope it is in a better place than you are. You are rewarded, Diavolo says, and you could laugh in his face and tear him into pieces if you weren’t so afraid of him. 

“I have a surprise for you, tonight,” Diavolo tells you. “If you are good for me.”

Your voice is hollow. 

“You know I live to serve, Imperatore.”

(Is it better than ‘Master’? Better than ‘signore’? Certainly, you know it’s better than; “don’t touch me you sick bastard, what’s wrong with you?”. You’d learnt that with the lash of his belt.) 

“Good,” he murmurs, stepping towards you. The sound of his expensive shoes on the cheap, stained carpet makes you wince as a hundred memories of other times he has approached you surface. How long have you been here? 

You hate the shoes, coincidentally. You stare at them, aware that you have nothing in this room but the torn blanket that has seen better days after months of your captivity. You wonder how much money Diavolo has thrown at the hotel proprietors to make you his prisoner here - whether they care. The state of the mattress tells you that they do not. When he isn’t here . . . when he isn’t here, you know that he must cloak himself in luxury. His shoes tell that story. And you hate him for it, though you bury the hate deep in the back of your mind. 

You hate him, but you dampen it down because it is safer not to. It burns low in the back of your brain like a candle that cannot be snuffed out, and you’re able to ignore it enough that when he comes to stand in front of you and touches the top of your head like you’re a cherished pet instead of a prisoner, you strain upwards for his attention. 

“Get on your knees, il mio prediletto.”

(You’re his favourite. He is always saying it. You hasten to obey.)

You fancy his fingers like claws, as they rake through your hair. His eyes follow the lines of your body with hunger, and you dampen down the urge to twitch your lip in disgust as you see his cock stir in his hideously ugly trousers. He breathes out, soft and low. 

“Do you want it?” He asks you, and revulsion rises in the back of your throat. You do not show it. Your eyes are wide and your mouth is open, ignoring the signs your mind is telling you. 

“Of course, Imperatore. I’m grateful for anything you give me.”

There it is. You shape the word ‘imperatore’ and his eyes ravenously trace the shape of your lips, and the bulge twitches, hardens. The reminder of his place - that he is king and you are servant, slave, subject - gets him going like nothing else. You have learnt such things, in your time here. 

“Good,” he says, arousal thick in his throat. “Unzip me, then.”

You are no longer rope-bound and chained. You have been granted your freedom for the price of your silence and your willingness to submit, though the door does not budge and the window does not break and your screaming goes unheard. You reach forward and undo the zip of his trousers, hands delicate as they reach for his cock. He lets out a fluid hiss of pleasure, the hand in your hair briefly tightening - and, like clockwork, a dull throb of arousal makes itself known low in your stomach. 

You have tried to fight it, but your body learns. It learns that no matter how much you hate him, he can still make you feel good - and certain cadences of his tone, brushes of his skin, ways he tugs on your hair . . . they light a fire within you that can only be quelled by his hand. This is Diavolo’s training, and you are nothing if not proof of how effective it is. 

You pump the shaft once, twice - he is thick and pulsing in your hand, heat radiating off of him in waves. He lets out a shuddering breath through his teeth, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. 

He does not see you as you are, shivering and pathetic and bruised. He sees you as he wants you, as he’s making you - subservient, but powerful. An asset to him in every way. And you open your mouth and lean in, your tongue tracing the head of his cock, and let him see you exactly like that as you bob your head and swallow him down to the hilt. 

He groans aloud, and once more you feel the hot sparks of need low between your legs and you press your thighs together for friction, whimpering around the hardness in your mouth. His fingers let go of the strands he’s holding onto, stroking you instead in an echo of closeness - the hand on the top of your head, though, just reminds you. Do what you’re doing and do it well, or I will force you to do it. 

You lathe your tongue over the skin, trying to ignore the taste of him. You lap at the underside of his cock, bobbing your head, trying to make sure that he sees you are as eager a participant in your own despoiling as he is. Your tongue strokes the place where his head meets his shaft and he sighs, bucking forward. 

The low moan that comes from his throats has you whimpering around it again, your thighs squeezing against your will. He looks down at you and sees the way you’re reacting - you wonder if your chest is heaving, your face flushed. You have often wondered if perhaps he can scent you in the air - if he is that attuned to tiny noises and the lightest change of your demeanour that you are shamed in that way too. 

You feel the ghost of something behind you and feel fingers on your breasts and you know he has taken out his stand. 

The first time he did this, he told you that you were privileged beyond all reason to see King Crimson - that nobody else but him knows exactly what the Stand is capable of. You are afraid of it, but it has touched you just as much as Diavolo has, and your back arches as it pinches nipples between forefinger and thumb and you feel them harden, little sparks of desire raining from the stimulation into the heated place nestled between your legs. 

“You are so lucky,” he murmurs. You cannot thank your Imperatore with his cock stuffed down your throat, but you hope the ‘enthusiastic’ licking at the vein on his cock does it, the way you let the head bump against the back of your throat. Your gag reflex has long since been pounded into submission. “That I do this for you . . .”

The slam of his lips. Your jaw, aching. The taste of him invading every one of your senses. 

You lose track of time as King Crimson’s fingers slide down your body, over your stomach - as you part your thighs for him and the stand finds your sex slick with arousal and needy to be touched. Diavolo’s laugh at that discovery is breathless. 

“How you’ve changed,” he tells you, the pride dripping from his voice settling around you like a mantle of your own ignominy. “How well you know your place, now.” 

You do. You know your place as you spread your knees further and two of King Crimson’s fingers stroke your folds, teasing at your entrance. As his thumb swipes across your clit. As those same two fingers plunge inside you without warning and your body welcomes them with open arms and a moan that makes Diavolo’s hand on your hair become a vice once more. 

You know he can feel the way you clench and pulse around King Crimson’s fingers, and you know from how he begins to fuck your face with eager strokes that he’s pleased with you. All you can do is kneel there, legs spread wide, as the fingers inside you scissor and fuck and tease and the cock in your mouth fucks that same cavern quick and brutally. 

He’s close. He always is, when he gets like this - pretends at gentility now that your fire has been extinguished and shows himself as animal when his peak creeps up on him. Your tongue teases at his cockhead, once, twice - and then, he’s pulled his cock out of your mouth and he’s pumping it with the hand not in your hair. 

The wetness of the ropes of pearls spilling onto your face are no longer a humiliation as they once were.  Not as the fingers inside you crook just so and the tight ball of tension inside you is allowed to be released and you come on King Crimson’s fingers, the bulbous green protrusions at his knuckle rubbing against your heated sex. 

No, now they are a welcome reminder that you have done what he wants of you. A medal given to a participant of a race. 

Almost. 

“Good,” Diavolo breathes, as he tucks himself away, wiping what little of his come is left on his cock across the unsullied side of your face. “You did well, tesoro. You shall have your reward.”

Your back stiffens. King Crimson fades away, his purpose completed, and you are reminded of how cold the room is on the scars and bruises of your back. You’re unable to tear your eyes away as Diavolo reaches into a pocket and pulls out something small and dark.

He unfurls it in his hand. It’s a band of soft leather, embedded with silver-set green gemstones that wink even in the flickering fluorescent light of the hotel room. A buckle rests at the back in the same silver - and you realise, with a sickening lurch, what it is as he leans forward to fasten it around your neck. 

His hands are quick and deft as the leather is pulled taut against you, not so tight it digs but tight enough that you are able to feel it. The click of the buckle, sliding into place is frighteningly final. 

“Just a reminder of who you belong to,” Diavolo murmurs, pulling back, enjoying his handiwork. “It looks very pretty on you. Like it’s meant to be there. Pet.”

You have been collared. It burns; a reminder of what you have become. No doubt you could remove it - but at what cost? What revenge would Diavolo take out on you if you were to reject him so fiercely, after he thinks you’ve finally ‘learnt your place’?

No. You leave it be. You do not even bring your hands up to touch it.

And though that part of you buried deep in your subconscious is screaming and longing to be let out, you are helpless to do anything but pretend to be thrilled - to breathe deep and whisper, as if you have never received a greater gift in your life;

“Thank you, Imperatore.”

The indulgent smile he gives you tells you that he knows he owns you, in every way that’s important.

#not sfw #writing #kinktober collection #non con for ts #yandere for ts #injury for ts #dead dove do not eat #dark content #diavolo

[obeymeaskme]

Obey Me!: Human and Demon Hearts!

A/N: Make sure to check my pinned post for the whole story so far!

Chapter Two: Reaching the bare minimum (2/2)

Word Count: 1,926

Rating: 18+

Away in her self cleaned room, Noelle had laid in her bed. Face burrowed in the pillow, as she sobbed quietly. Thankfully enough time went by for her tears to subside, as a knock came from her door. Grumbling about being interrupted from almost falling asleep, she turned on the lights, and opened the door, peeking her head through. She didn't see anyone immediately, but caught the sounds of Satan's footsteps and soft humming as he walked back down to the dining room. A soft warm, and earthy smell dragged her attention to the plate of food sitting on the ground. A side of normal looking mashed potatoes, and a ham and pineapple dish made her sigh in relief of not having to go hungry for the night. She ate her food, and decided to wash the dishes in the morning.

The full swing of the weekend had stirred Noelle from her sleep. And much like she promised herself, she got dressed and made her way to the stone kitchen to wash her platter. She jumped slightly as Satan and Lucifer were already in the kitchen, yet they showed no sign of noticing her. Noelle ducked behind the wall, not wanting to intervene just yet. Her heart almost sank as she quickly learned what Satan was explaining to Lucifer, which was what she had told satan the previous day in the library. this caused her emotions to rush back to her while Satan expressed concern over Levi's attitude to her during their art class. Lucifer seemed to hum in thought and had quickly reminded Satan that this was what she had asked for, and a small argument broke out.

It seemed that even Satan was aware of how cruel his brothers were beginning to act towards her. Lucifer seemed stunned at his reasoning, and shot back at him, reminding Satan that he wasn't the eldest, and he doesn't know a thing. Noelle felt herself become defensive for the only Demon she had found safety in. she stood in the doorway, a set of tears stroked her cheeks as she spoke.

“So what?” Was all she could muster with her crackling voice.

The two brothers seemed stunned. Satan felt the growing anger and defense within her arise. Feeding into his own sin. Lucifer closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before responding.

“And just how long were you standing there?”

Another surge of courage ripped through Noelle, as the familiar sensation of being pushed too far made her swallow what tears she had shed. Her voice came back out in full.

“Long enough. If you're going to talk shit about me, at least grow the balls to say it to my face, coward.”

A line was crossed and Lucifer had glared at her. Noelle's hand reached over her lips, touching them gently. Part of her was surprised and impressed, but the other part of her knew how grave of a mistake she just made. Lucifer was the Avatar of Pride. A demon who found entertainment in being above everyone, unchallenged. He even showed some grace as he sauntered up to her, backing her up into the hallway and against the wall. The other demons of the house had sensed Lucifer's aura and had made their way to the kitchen, stopping at the scene before them.

It was at that point that Noelle realized why she had struggled so much with the citizens of Devildom.

Lucifer's voice dropped into a growl. An inhuman growl.

“If you're going to be so bold to ask me, I will tell you. You are a small, and weak human in a world of strong demons who could rip you to shreds. If it wasn't for Lord Diavolo's orders to maintain your safety, I'd have yanked that flapping, moronic tongue of yours out of that little useless cavern you call a mouth. So we shall make this clear once, and once only. Do. Not. Speak ill of me like that again. Or so help me, there will be 'a case of rules meant to be broken'...”

He took a quick, short pause to inhale deeply, and spoke with a final, shaky voice.

“Along with a few broken bones, do I make myself clear?”

Noelle's body was only able to shake violently in fear. She heard what he had said; What he had threatened. Her mistake was forgetting where she was, and what she was surrounded by. Demons.

Her mind may have refused to process a response, but she felt every inch of her body screaming “I'll behave”. White hair and brown leather blocked her vision, and Mammon stepped between them, trying to coax Lucifer down from his rage.

“Alright there, uh Lucy! You don't have to go that far! And besides, the kid's shaking in her boots! I think um- she gets your point.”

A silent scoff was heard, and he looked past his brother and gave a final glare before walking away. Finally out of his eyesight she realized the black wings of his apparent demon form. She watched as the almost emperor like clothing, along with the wings, burned to ash, showcasing Lucifer's casual outfit. Then she dropped to the floor.

Breathing heavily, and still shaking. Even with her physical form showing her fear, her mind became painfully calm in contrast to the intense moment that just passed. The remaining brother's grew uncomfortable, but a small chuckle was heard. It came from Levi.

“Wooow! What Did you do to make him so grouchy?”

Satan started scolding Levi for such a vicious remark, and Mammon knelt down to Noelle's side, cautiously placing a hand on her shoulder. He jumped a bit as she got up quickly, and walked halfway to Levi, catching his attention. She looked around at the brother's before her. She spoke, her voice stuttering and shaky.

“Grouchy- That's just grouchy? You- you all just.. you- just stood there. Why? Why would- why would-”

Mammon had quickly placed a hand back on her shoulder as the rest looked on in sympathy. Even Leviathan had realized the trauma that was just bestowed upon her. Satan was next to speak, walking up to her and ruffling her hair in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Yeah- That's Lucifer when he's grouchy. What you just witnessed was a Demon Feeding. Come to think about it...” Before he finished his thought, Mammon gathered everyone's attention and reminded them that it was best to go back to what they were doing. Leaving just Satan and Noelle in the hallway. He looked at her. Having felt the anger and confusion she had hidden so well in the moment. He felt it all crumble, and then he felt... nothing.

He led her into the kitchen, and she watched him as he made the family breakfast. Silence drumming out to their ears. That was until Noelle found her voice again, calm and recovered.

“That was... scary...”

Satan hummed in response.

“It could have been worse.” He looked back at her, studying her in her response.

“what... was that about Demon feeding?”

Satan chortled, clearly amused by something, but answered her nonetheless.

“Before you had decided to entertain everyone just then, I was telling Lucifer, or more so reminding him, that you're human. A lot of times you have kept yourself vulnerable. You're mostly honest, you tend to reach out to others before they even consider asking for help... to a demon you're a very tempting snack.”

Noelle shuddered and swallowed her collective saliva, as she listened to Satan explain further.

“Demons, even if they're fallen angels, have this weak spot for humans like you. The response to that weak spot can go one of three ways. The first two are usually the most common, I'd say about 99.5% common. A demon will take interest in your soul and have the urge to make a contract with you, or will Feed off of you. Which is exactly what everyone has been doing to you. Well except me and the few others who don't bother interacting with you.”

Noelle tilted her head, and Satan sighed, resting himself next her, as she sat on the counter.

“What I mean is, since you're a relatively pure and kind person, despite your perverse sense of humor, you're the kind of person demons just love to torment. When a Demon Feeding takes place they're, in a way, suffocating your soul, and eating at the desired emotion they want.”

Satan rubbed his neck, and an almost visible light bulb went off as he turned towards her, seemingly excited with what he was going to say.

“It's almost like chewing bubble gum!”

Satan's smirk grew playful, and he elicited a laugh out of Noelle. Through her short laugh she asked him what he meant, to which he responded with great theatrics-

“It's just a taste of the soul without eating it! Incubi, and Succubi do it all the time! Ew-”

Noelle laughed harder at his outburst, almost falling off the counter. Satan had caught her before doing so, and led her off the counter tops back to the ground. She was quickly silenced by Satan's glare at her before he finally spoke up again.

“The best way to prevent this, is to not back down. Don't give anyone else the ability to scare you, or get what they want. I won't lie, because you've already gave some a taste it will be harder to fight them off. Bella hasn't been affected by the same condition because Belphegor and Beel have the most history with humans, therefore lacking the desire to take what's not rightfully theirs.”

He began to speak with a light blush.

“I'll even admit that seeing you overwhelmed with anger, made me tempted to feed off you as well... It's an instinctual thing... and it's.. different from what Lucifer did to you.”

Noelle scrunched her face in confusion.

“what do you mean?”

“that third option... The .5% reaction... If a human and demon have some form of common ground, then instead of wanting their soul, they find pleasure more so in amplifying emotions. It's like when you protected Bella when you first got here. She gave you the strength to face demons without thought. It's like an urge to connect with a human, except it's through a more spiritual means. So technically speaking... this was my fault. I think I accidentally amplified my feelings towards Lucifer to you. So uh- I'm sorry.”

Noelle nodded at him, and smiled lightly. A soft weight lifting from her shoulder as she gave him a hug. Speaking as she pulled back.

“It's okay. I'm just glad this just means no one here completely hates me... I was worried. Maybe you need to stick around me more often ya' know? Give me a boost of confidence to start finally sticking up for myself.”

Satan smiled at her, and playfully thought about it before nodding at her.

“Perhaps I do...”

“Hey Satan?”

“Yeah?”

Noelle sniffed the air and before she could ask, Satan had jumped up and rushed to the burning food.

“SHIT!”

#obey me: human and demon hearts #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levithan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphagor #obey me fanfic #obey me oc

[your-judgemental-cryptid-mom]

Characters I would die for..

Himbo Edition!

Zagreus (Hades the game)

Jason Grace (Heroes of Olympus)

Diavolo (Obey Me! Shall we Date?)

Loyd Belladonna (Suppose a kid from the Last Dungeon Boonies Moved to a Starter Town)

Scott Howl (Monster Prom)

Calculester (Monster Prom)

Thor (Avengers)

Beelzebub (Obey Me! Shall we date?)

My Dad (Lmao love you dude)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Kronk (Emperor's New Groove)

Bolin (The Legend of Korra)

Fred Jones (Scooby Do- yes I know)

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Ah, so this is a thing I have started where you put some of your favorite characters that you feel matches the type of character. These are the characters I have thought of off of the top of my head. There are definitely more though! And when I think of them I shall add them :)

Feel free to add your own!

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