#obey me diavolo x reader
Hi, I was wondering if you could do Fluff 11 and Suggestive 15 for Diavolo
11. "So that's where my missing jacket went?"
15. "Stop staring at me like that! I'm getting impure thoughts!"
"So that's where my missing coat went?" Diavolo chuckled at you all wrapped in his customary red coat. He loved that it was clearly too big for you.
Your fingers peeked out through the sleeves and the collar covered your face half way. You sunk deeper into it in embarassment.
"I'm sorry! I was cold. There was nothing else I could use."
"Oh it's fine MC. You look absolutely adorable. I might as well let you have it." Diavolo laughed and stroked your head. "Now then let's hear that report."
You nodded and held up the pages where'd you'd written accounts of your experience in Devildom. You were halfway through reading when you realised Diavolo had not looked away from you even once.
Had he even blinked?
He just sat there holding a tea cup near his face, sipping whenever you paused. Eyes laser focused on you. You suddenly felt concious.
"Ahem...Lord Diavolo, could you maybe look elsewhere for the rest of the report?" You ventured.
There was genuine guilt in his eyes. "Oh I'm sorry MC I didn't know you were uncomfortable speaking with someone looking at you. I'm sorry I'll look away!"
"No no! It's not like that! I'm usually okay with it! It's just..the way you were looking at me right now, I couldn't think straight for some reason. My mind went elsewhere..." You shook your head to clear it.
"Eh? What's on your mind MC?" Diavolo asked.
You, Lord Diavolo. Bouncing me on your lap on that chair. Staring at me while I scream your name and-
"Um just...um impure thoughts..." You tried to laugh it off. But he was quick to catch the word. His smile suddenly turned solemn, his eyes more intent. He knew exactly what you had in mind.
"MC could you bring that report here. I think I'll just read the rest of it." He said calling you closer. You sighed in relief as you walked towards him.
But the moment you stretched out your hand, he held it tight. He stared at you as if looking for permission to continue. You stared back, biting your lip, feeling the warmth of his hand on your wrist.
That was consent enough for him.
Now you found yourself in his lap, his strong arms holding you flush against his form. "Stop me if I do something you didn't have thoughts about, okay MC?"
But even as he unbuttoned his own coat off you and slid his hands on your skin inching downwards, you merely closed your eyes and buried your face in his neck. Seems like he had the same thoughts.
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— obey me dateables with a short s/o
𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗠𝗢𝗡 / having a short s/o is nothing for this man, he just doesn't care, you are you. his beloved y/n. but of course, despite it, he will still find ways to annoy you at times. his arms would be around your petite figure and his head would be resting over your head until you push him away or whine. then there are times where he just can't— he can't stop himself from scooping you up either by bridal carry or throw you on his shoulder like a pack of rice. “come on, let's go home now angel.”
𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗢 / he finds you so endearing. diavolo picks you up like a teddy bear, and by teddy bears, it's by the armpits and just- he just looks at your with the brightest look twinkling in his eyes that you can't help but feel flustered and shy in front of him. he's also cheeky, he swings you around in his arms and showers you with compliments by how he thinks you're so adorable. this demon will make your heart flutters. “you're so adorable, my love!”
𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗦 / this demon will lean down when kissing you, be it by the cheek, lips, forehead, or crown, he will adjust for you. you won't have to tip toe for a kiss because he will lean down to reach you. he always looks so calm but internally he's gushing over you. wholesome. here's a cheeky thing about barbatos though, i feel like he will purposely put things in the highest places until you ask for him to reach it, barbatos will then grab it for you and takes advantage of it to kiss you every single time. “here you go, dear.”
𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗢𝗡 / head pats you to get your attention and swoops in for a kiss, especially eskimo kisses. “oh, you fell for it again.” then a chuckle would the left his lips. teddy bear hugs is the best with him. simeon will pull you into his lap and hugs you tight. he just loves to have you in his arms, “you fit so perfectly in my arms, dove.” this angel loves seeing you wear his clothes too, he just finds you so- mmmm so damn cute.
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Hi! Can I request diavolo reacting to MC making a deal with a witch so the MCs first born is to be handed over to the witch until the age of 16? And he finds out after MC tells him she's pregnant,but MC is clearly not very happy. He asks why and she breaks down in tears and explains what she's done. I live for angst lol
→ fem bodied!reader no pronouns
There was no point in trying to hide that from him, not when you are expecting a baby with Diavolo and there is something he should know
When you found out you were pregnant you felt so excited about it, to finally form a family of your own with the man you love, but when you remembered about the curse on you, fear washed over you
How could you break his happiness, his face that glowed and his eyes sparkling when you told him the news, your heart slowly sinking when a shadow passed trough his eyes as he noticed how sad you looked
You couldn’t handle it anymore and broke down in front of him, tears streaming down your cheeks as he held you tightly, burying your face on his chest
Between sobs you explained him what happened, your voice muffled by his shirt never leaving your position but understanding he listened to every word when his grip on you tightened
Tears started to fill his eyes, he squeezed them shut trying to stop the feeling, there could be another way, and he will do anything in his power to secure your and your baby’s future
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The most important things in this weeks episode:
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Diavolo as your best friend
Finally stopped whining about my motivation yay
My inspiration for today's chaotic MC was @impinthecloset
Gender neutral MC
Warnings: a very chaotic MC, a very stressed Lucifer, swearing
We all know Dia wants friends!
And we all know that he wants people to stop acting like they're walking on egg shells when they're near him!
Yes, he is the prince, but give this man some love goddammit
But that's where you come in! The only person who looked straight into his eyes and said "we're best friends now"
My boy's day was saved by you and he couldn't stop grinning happily the entire time
Of course as his first new best friend you don't fail to notice that he doesn't like the special treatment he gets from everyone around him so you change things up a bit
Everyone: Good morning, my lord
You: Hey, bestie!
Lucifer nearly fainted because of your audacity, but Dia beamed
He absolutely loves it when you make finger guns and compliment him on things the other ones wouldn't dare to even think about
"Love the new suit. It makes your ass look great."
"MC, if you don't stop saying these-"
"Lucifer, I think I'm allowed to compliment my best friend's ass."
Dia is crying tears of joy and the entire scene looks overall pretty fucking confusing for outsiders
"MC? Do you think Lucifer genuinely likes me or simply pretends to do so?"
"Of course he likes you. You're best boy."
My mans doesn't understand half of what you're saying to him, but please don't stop
You're giving him daily serotonin boosts by just pointing your finger guns in his direction or winking at him
You two have matching heart shaped sun glasses
How did you convince him to wear those? Easy
"Trust me my dude. This is the latest fashion in the human realm."
Dia slowly, but surely adapts to your chaotic energy and the strange nicknames
Lucifer is starting to lose his mind and Barbatos doesn't know how to deal with it
It's the first time ever to see the butler so confused and lost by mere interactions
The first born pulls his lord aside to have a serious talk with him
"Lucifer, you gotta chillax."
His eye is twitching. Did the human teach him that word? It doesn't even exist!
It's safe to say that Lucifer did not chillax that day
DIA LIVES FOR YOUR CHAOTIC WAYS OKAY YOU'RE GIVING HIM ONE SEROTONIN BOOST AFTER ANOTHER
You spot him in the halls of RAD and that's when shit goes down again
Immediately knows it's you, because who else would shout best boy at the future king of hell?
His expression changes from serious politician to a giggly...well, best boy
Late night walks are a must
"Diavolo, can I be honest with you?"
He freezes, because you never call him by his full name. Desperately tries to remember if he somehow made you upset with something, but he just can't find anything that would explain your drastic change of behavior
Your serious tone scares him too and don't get him started on the look on your face
"I'm really glad that I met you, do you know that? I wasn't sure if I could do this exchange programm, but you're making it so easy and I'm actually starting to enjoy it down here, you know? If someone would have told me back then that I'd become best friends with the devil I would have laughed, because honestly? I can't even order food or drinks without shitting my pants. So thank you. I mean it."
YOU MADE BEST BOY CRY
Get ready to get the strongest bone crushing hug in your life
Dia's eyes have become a waterfall by now
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Non-binary afab MC getting bred by Diavolo, Levi, Satan, Asmo, and Simeon
For you anon, hope you like~
Diavolo, Levi, Satan, Asmo and Simeon breeding afab nb!mc
Only after he's done preparing you for hours is that he dares suggest you might be ready.
But obviously, by the time Diavolo's thick fingers leave your cunt and his kissing and biting stops for a moment to reasses you, you're too far gone to care about what he does to your body anymore. Unable to remember just how many times the prince has made you cum, so far.
You only know one thing, and just because he says it to you now. Leaning over your shoulder and pressing kisses all over your neck and the shell of your ear. He can't help needing to feel you under his lips, before declaring in a sweet, low command.
'I'm gonna try to fit my cock in you now, yes? And if I can, then I'm gonna breed you.'
Awfully controlled for the amount of foreplay that has been done. Makes you wonder just how long has he been holding onto this all, on this need to mark you as his this way.
And you shudder, useless under him but anticipating the stretch anyway.
'Is that okay with you, my love?' his grip on your chin is firm when Diavolo seeks for approval in your eyes.
And you do try. To voice that yes, it is. That you want him inside already, need him to fuck you. But your breath is hitching and your sex raw and throbbing at his word, clenching around nothing.
So all it comes out of your bitten mouth is a pathetic whimper. You manage to nod though, and so he is quickly back at kissing your lips with adoration.
Just as he is fast to put you into a mating press, thighs up as he downright mounts you.
But he is gentle, or tries to. Diavolo takes his time even now, rutting against your folds to get himself wet for you. His head tilting back at the feeling. But every time the tip of his cock gets too close to your hole, he realizes he's barely keeping it together.
This is how he likes it, he says. You open, legs above your head and then over his shoulders as he finally starts to fuck into you. Slow, the first few inches of him go in.
And Diavolo didn't deceive you, the stretch is, even as prepared as this, unimaginable. But you want it, can't help throbbing around him and urging him for more. Yes, even if this close his infernal skin burns you to an uncomfortable level.
So he complies, it is what he wanted anyway. Pushing himself into you to the hilt until his pelvis touches yours and he has to hold you closer so you stop squirming.
Begins a pace relentless. He pounds you into the mattress all while sucking kisses on your neck.
Reaching your chin and mouth to kiss deep as he goes in and out hard.
It's difficult to keep up, you're rendered to this: a weak thing he has to hold so you do not break apart. But you're incorregible. Spurr him further.
And so, he says something. Completely disregarding pleads and selfish for once.
'I want to fill you up so good' Diavolo's only goal, declared as he ruts, pushing deeper and you clench around him. Kissing your crimson blushing face all over but giving you no break.
All you feel and know is him. The girth of his cock splitting you open over and over again and the notion that he's been wanting this just as bad as you or worse.
His noises, the hand pressing down your navel just where he wants you to feel him filling you up make you come and clench around him involuntarily.
Your cunt wanting to swallow up everything the prince offers.
As you pull him from his horns, jewelry knocking down, Diavolo groans, moans, your name and slams his few last thrusts.
'Aah- too- good, my love. Will you take it, for me?' All of him. His sounds, his cock dragging inside you, its pulsing and the inevitably ending, his seed spilling deep inside you too warm, too much.
Diavolo shivers and holds into you for dear life. Hips still rutting, an attempt at driving it all even further into you even if that's impossible.
He pants. Refuses to pull out until he has to.
But the load does not go to waste. He's keeping you like that: hips up and thighs spread open for him, as he pushes it all back in with his fingers and you whimper under his touch, his gaze eating up the sight.
He saw it on hentai: the love interest of the main character spread wide open and waiting to get fucked stupid. An uncensored dick going in and out of them, far too big, stretching them and then the spurts of cum dripping. A cunt so tight, not meant to hold in that much.
So even if it is only a passing thought, Levi's mind does wander, weaving images of you like that. Turns out painful to want it this bad. Wishing he was the one to have you like that, all exposed and willing: full of only him.
And to make matters worse, Levi also can't help thinking his demon cock is thick. Without prepping, undoubtely too much for your human sex. And he does come loads, too.
How nice would it feel to come inside you, then. His love, who would selflessly hug him tighter, beg he lets them milk him.
To mark you as his. Letting everyone know who you belong to.
So even if it sounds farfetched at first and too much of a lewd fantasy, he can't get the idea off his head.
And Levi thinks of it as he kisses you, a forked tongue slipping in in an act of too much need and impetu. As if he meant more than he lets on.
Thinks of it as his fingers find your folds, rub, go inside: just how nice you clench around him as he pumps them in and out. The wet sounds that fill the room a sign of your arousal and then your own moaning driving him crazy. He's rock hard, a wet patch of precum already on his boxers as he's can barely play it cool, trying hard to please you first.
But it escapes him. Something muttered.
'...bet you'd like it'. As Levi begins to go kiss down your body.
'What...?' you ask and so shake his daydreams away. Levi hasn't realized he spoke out loud; red in the face and in evidence as he buries in your stomach to hide.
But you won't let go of it. Run fingers through his soft purple him to ease him yet keep the question up there.
'What would I like, Levi? Please speak to me.'
And you say it so sweetly that this time he doesn't cower.
'M-my cum inside you, mc.'
Oh. All while biting his trembling lip. Looking up at you from between your thighs like pleading you let him.
'...you're right,' you say, no more words than needed.
'I would' and push him lower. Still not willing to let him have his way before he gives you head.
But your words work like magic on Levi. As if a switch flipped on his mind. Needing to get inside you as soon as possible, but determined to overstimulate you before he even gets to fuck you.
So Levi tastes all of you; buries his face between your legs until you're trembling and busies himself sucking soft on your clit. Lengthy tongue curling inside you, stimulating places no one else has ever reached and humming against you, pleased himself with the way you pant and grip his hair for more.
Hungry, needy and accomplished, all at knowing that you want him this much: enough to let him come deep inside you.
When he gauges you are ready to take him, he wants you on your back and so gets on top of you. In need of watching your every expression, spreading you as he goes in slowly. Hissing at the tightness but refusing to close his eyes.
It is senseless, the desire unmeasurable to watch as his cock disappears inside you, how you take it inch by inch even, hole widening at the intrusion. And he's mesmerized. And you do this to him, your body, your temperature against his cool skin, your sounds better than anything fictional.
'Too big- Le-vi hah...' make his ego swell, his dick twitch and he's barely doing anything.
And he'd like to tease you, of course, but words barely make sense anymore.
'Too much.' you cry once more.
His pace starts as measured, but gets wild too fast. Turns out your overwhelmed whimpers do terrible things to Leviathan.
He's soon enough wondering just how many times he could come inside you in one night. What would you look like, spent and with all of his seed dripping out.
And so he can't control himself or his thrusts, any longer. Levi resorts to briefly pulling out, holding his cock on a tight grasp so he doesn't come too soon. Only daring to rub lightly and tease after a minute, spreading fluids on him, and making it all worse.
Flushed to death, whimpering himself as you take in the beautiful sight of Levi breaking down above you.
But he grabs your hips hard then, determined, pushing deep once more. Makes you whine at the feeling.
And with you squeezing his cock like this, Levi knows one time will not be enough. So as he plows relentlessly, he orders you:
'Say my name now, who's making you moan like this, mc?'
And a hand goes to lightly wrap around your throat.
'Y-you, Levi. You are,' Almost broken yourself.
'Whose cum is g-gonna fill you now, huh?'
Forcing you to push back so he doesn't pull away.
'Yours, yours, only yours Levi! Please, just- fuck. Come inside...'
And it's a plead. And he can no longer control his thrusts aloppy and rough as he hits two or three times more.
Filling you up just so good and to the brim, you feel it, him, everywhere.
Levi refuses to pull out, until you beg for it too in between panting and his aggressive kissing.
'Let- ah, let me see it, please. Let me watch it drip out of me...' and he whimpers too, at this. Feeling blood rushing down him again already.
Giving in, if only because Leviathan wants that too. And moving away so he can admire just what he did to you.
More often than not he likes to fuck you gentle. Just like he's now aiming to, spooning you, arms around you too tight and clear with intentions.
Means to worship you and your body this way: with tender hands and biting kisses, and these honey-dripping words of praise falling in between the space between his lips and your skin.
To make you shudder and mewl as he uncovers every bit of you there is to admire, peeling your clothes one after another and covering you with nibbles and sucking marks instead.
'You're so beautiful like this, like glowing' even in the dark of the devildom's night, and like every time, Satan means.
He's all bare as well, both inside and in his heart to you too. Because he needs the skin to skin contact if he wants to feel something, anything. To make it real, all he ever wants for you and him.
Lips conect in a heated lock that last and lasts, the taste of him seeping through you and his hard on pointedly pressing against the back your thigh. Almost impatient.
'I want everything of you, Satan' you hush, push back on him until he's rutting against your ass barely, lightly. Any friction just does it, and in return he makes sure you feel what you are doing to him.
'Have I ever given you anything less, love?' he utters, seemingly troubled at what you imply. Sex hot and jumping at how warm you feel against him.
And his clawed hand does wander too. Tracing, caressing: fingers slipping in finally for him to admire just how wet and ready you are to take him.
'But I want more,' more than usual, more of him and all he is willing to give, you confess in the haze of having him so close.
So Satan's kisses continue, just as his petting does. And it is almost cruel that he's got you so needy for him; his fingers pumping in and out you just the way you needed it the most, only to stop and make you an offer.
Nibbling at the back of your neck just as if he effectively never got enough of you either.
'Say the word then, what can I give, that I haven't already?'
And pressing, rubbing more. Hot. Hard and soft at the same time on you. Close and far away.
'What is it you need of me?'
Because need turns out to be the right word. It is no longer about merely wanting in all that regards closeness to Satan
You look back, pleading eyes meet his glowing green ones and you grind your ass back into him shameless, as if you were in heat.
'Breed me, Satan. Fill me of you, please...'
And like something snaps on him. His fingers leave you to support your hips and find a new position. Satan lifts one of your legs up and slowly begins to fuck between your thighs. Still teasing.
'How bad you need it then, my cum inside you?'
And another hand that finds your throat. Forcing you to lie back on him, so he can talk into your ear and make sure you are paying attention to the words.
All while his cock slips between your thighs, rutting relentless and slick. Him panting. This close to losing it.
'So bad. So much, just....please, Satan.' you, flushed, teary eyed. Insides turning at the thought of his seed spilling hot inside you.
Satan's pace just outside you quickening too.
'F-fuck, and you'll get it. All of it.'
Resorting to pushing in at last. Slow. And hissing at the feeling of your tight, greedy hole swallowing him up immediately until he is all the way in.
Can't help, then, moving rough, deep, hard.
Arms and claws coming up to tighten his grip around your middle. Emphatizing how with just how nice you feel around him, Satan is not leaving you go anywhere anytime soon.
He slams into you until you get flipped on your stomach and he mounts you, pressing you into the matress with ruthless thrusts.
'You're so good to me, taking me so well...'
His sharp teeth tugging at the skin of your neck and horns ocassionally knocking on you as his pace fastens, and movements turn less careful.
'Hah-- you deserve it, only you.' his voice almost breaking, moans leaving Satan as he ruts. Hands clawing on your lower belly as he thrusts down hard and spills, pumping you utterly full of him as you tremble.
A makeout session that escalated, that's all it was in the beggining. Asmodeus lips straying, just as his hands always do too.
And the familiar groping everywhere so hot, touch teasing your nipples under clothes before they are carefully removed, minding the claws.
Soon he is giving you the same treatment down there, where you ache the most, but taking his time. Massaging you tender but never stopping his warm kisses. Never relenting with the taunting either
'You're so wet for me already, and all I'm doing is touching you a little, baby.' he chuckles against your neck.
'Mmh, please, Asmo...'
But he won't have it. There is little to no room for ambiguity when all Asmodeus wants is to hear you say how much you need him.
'Use words with me, pretty. What do you want, now?'
Because your begging is music to his ears, and after your praise all he ever wants to listen to.
'Please Asmo, fuck me...fill me up, can't take it anymore!'
So when he does it, is as he likes it the most, of course: in front of the mirror, sitting you on his lap with your back to him and maneuvering you over his hard cock.
It's gentle but deceiving, and he intends for you to cockwarm him at first. Asmodeus slips inside inch by inch terribly slow, and once he is in, grips you hips and keeps you there. The fingers of his free hand rub circles on your clit at a pace both of you know so well, until your clenching around him and trying to milk him for all he's worth.
But your lover is not moving. And so you begin to sob a little, hiccups and trembling moving you a bit on him.
Asmo caresses tender your hair, your face, your neck.
'Be patient, please. I'll give you everything you want and more, yes?'
But as things go, you wonder if he will ever allow you some release.
He starts though by helping you move up and down on him. Lifting your hips up with ease until just the head of his cock remains inside, only to lower you tortuously slow again and repeat the same thing over and over.
And he moans on your ear, to make things worse. And you do so too, tightly wound from a mix of too much stimulation and still not enough.
'A-asmo please, please fuck me good...' you plead, pray he does something, anything at all.
Yet he enjoys this all too much.
'But you feel so nice around me, love! What's the rush?'
Repeating the process Asmodeus makes you bounce dumb on his cock, and if you dare open your eyes, ib the haze of it all he us gazing at you through the mirror.
'Want more, honey?'
Before he speeds up just the tiniest bit, cruel.
You don't know what he wants, why is he torturing you this much, until he speaks once more and sweet, so sweet in your ear.
Dropping you on him out of a sudden and having you take it all too fast, thighs barely able to hold you.
'Will you let me breed you now, baby?'
And it does take you off guard, but you don't fight what his words cause deep within you either.
Asmodeus tries to look into you for real, making you angle your face so he can takes your mouth. Keeps you still before resuming the movements on which you have no agency at all.
Because yes, he's using your body now. That is what he is doing, by also aiming to come in you. Mark you as his toy, his plaything, but the favorite of him at that.
'You said you wanted me to fill you up, didn't you?' like mocking, but better. Most gentle and most endearing.
'Will you let me, then?' its moans now, what he spits, 'It'll feel good, so good, I promise!'
And needy panting, a rouse maybe because he knows you love to listen to him, as he impales you again.
And he is so close, so sweet, so kind in the way he teases.
You will let him, you declare. And will take all of him, squeeze hard until he's dry.
Asmodeus laughs. As if you ever could. But invites you anyway: you can certainly try.
His grip on your hips turns bruising. Claws not just merely leaving imprints, but drawing blood this time as he bounces you while slamming from below.
Your name in between a string of whimpers, and how tight you squeeze him, how good to cum inside, have you swell with all he pushes in.
You can feel it just before it happens, how Asmodeus does it.
Making eye contact through the crystal and biting down on your shoulder with the last of his controlled, hard thrusts as he spills.
Pressing you down on him and don't letting you move until the spurts stop. But he keeps rutting, gasping breathless praises.
Of course it is you the one to bring it up first, idly tracing patterns on his stomach and chest under clothes as you cuddle.
Honeyed on his ear, asking when will he finally fuck you raw, and promise if he does you will let him come inside.
But the needy lilt in your voice hides nothing: your promises turn as almost a plead, and give away what you really want of him.
'Raw, you say?'
Simeon plays coy, yet only barely. His warm hands take yours and begin to guide them down the expanse of his stomach, then inside his underwear. He's so nice, helping you wrap one of them around him and start pumping together until he's swollen, ready. And challenges you to take charge of it if you want anything from him.
But you are not all that passive either, kissing his neck and nibbling until he's sighing airy.
Ultimately, when all is enough, he laughs. Looking back at you with that gaze that lets you know he's not playing.
'Hah, you're so dirty, mc...' still rutting in your hand for more until he can barely take the friction.
'And here I thought you only meant to cuddle today.'
Soon enough removing your grasp from him and flipping you over so he's got you caged under him.
And you love it, the way he can barely play innocent. Just how aroused he gets from the simplest things and willing to try anything for the sake of pleasure, both yours and his.
How he kisses up your chin and lips and regards you with a gaze that for an instant is almost stern.
Like you made him mad. But the game only lasts so long
'Who put you all these thoughts in your pretty little head, hm? I should be the only one doing that.' clear on what he wants. To possess you fully, too. Just as you want to get possessed by him.
Simeon peels what little clothes you still wear with ease.
His mouth goes everywhere. His hands do too. And before you know it, an angel is pushing you on your stomach and mounting you like he never did before. Hard length pressing against your ass as he maneuvers a pillow under your hips to hit deeper, do better.
He grabs a hold of your waist too, as he leans in and pushes more.
'But you're asking me, so I'll do it for you.'
Sliding inside with little to no preparation so the stretch stings a bit. With only your own arousals as lube and going too fast, too strong. Making you yelp and arch on him
'...since you want it so bad, my cum inside you.'
Simeon sets a rough pace, one you're not sure you can keep up it. Rendering you somewhat helpless as he pushes you down with his body, his strength.
His weight on you a thing so hot, so nice and comforting. His chest on your back as he slams in and out, and the feeling of his cock hitting every sweet spot you have.
He nips on shoulders, neck; pulls at the lobe of your ear with blunt teeth before you both moan, almost in unison.
And how wish you could see the expression that overtakes him. But can only hear Simeon pant breathless behind you.
'Is this what you want, angel?' pulling for once out, only to slide against your folds and dragging slowly inside again to the base and grind on you.
'To be always this full of me? Want more?'
Near to verwhelmed both of you. Sweet.
'Yes, yes, Simeon please, breed me!'
'You're filthy, but...'
So is he. So he wants to.
And what for, anyway, having you take every drop of him, then watch it pour out of you. Witness the mess he's made and know he's the one you come to for this. The one you want the most.
He groans, pushes. Down. Hard. Hot as he cums inside and it's loads.
You feel it spread. Feel it shift as he keeps fucking into you some more.
Whining, in the borderline between pain and ecstasy as Simeon realizes once time wasn't quite enough.
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gn!reader x diavolo
Fluff; teaching Diavolo what a little spoon is
"MC, I have a question," Diavolo states thoughtfully while crossing his arms in front of his chest, his eyes following Barbatos as the butler removes the empty plate in front of him.
You hum in response, drinking the last of your tea before shifting your attention to the prince.
"What does 'being the little spoon' mean?" he asks in such a stiff tone, you barely suppress a laugh.
"Who told you about that?" you chuckle, noticing Barbatos crack a small smile as well.
Diavolo furrows his brows, lips pursing while telling you someone called him a little spoon in the comments of his most recent post, and they didn't give a response when he asked about it.
"You know when people cuddle, the person being held is referred to as the little spoon," you explain, a fond smile playing around your lips while you mimick Diavolo's pose, also crossing your arms in front of your chest.
The demon thinks about your words, brows furrowing even further.
"Hm, I don't think I've ever cuddled before... how do I know if I'm a little spoon then?"
You just stare at him, not sure if you're surprised by the lack of experience in the field of affection before shrugging.
"Can we cuddle, MC?"
You take a few seconds to let his question sink in, heat rushing to your face as you understand. Diavolo wears a happy smile as he waits for your response, his hands resting on his thighs now, excitement obvious.
"Uhm, I'm not sure-"
"My schedule is free for the rest of the day anyways," Diavolo beams while getting up, and a glance at Barbatos confirms the prince's words.
Without warning, Diavolo picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, not phased by your surprised yelp, his strength still overwhelming sometimes.
"Okay, so what do I do?" Diavolo asks after setting you down in front of his bed, hands resting on his hips.
"Just-" you run a hand over your hair, trying to overplay how flustered you are, "lay down, I guess."
No one's ever been this enthusiastic about laying down you're sure of it while watching the demon get onto the mattress, looking up at you with a bright grin. Deep red hair loses its smooth fix as it drags along the pillow, and Diavolo's smile is hidden from you after he turned around on your request.
You smile to yourself, hesitating for a moment before taking your place behind him, carefully wrapping your arms around the demon prince.
"I guess," you chuckle, confidence growing as you feel him relax a little.
You push your body tighter against his, chin resting on his shoulder. "It's even better in comfortable clothes."
Diavolo hums thoughtfully, carefully shuffling around, his hands coming to rest on yours over his stomach.
"I think I like it."
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I like to imagine sometimes how they'd react if MC was summoned while they were taking a shower. Just, here's this stranger who you'll be living with for a whole year! And guess what's the first thing you learn about them? Their nakey body
How quick Lucifer would be to realize like oh shit this wasn't supposed to happen, immediately covering them up while Diavolo is dying on the inside. Brothers, mixed reactions, but you know Asmodeus is fawning over them.
Mammon arrives late and is wondering why everyone's freaking out and embarrassed lmao
The Brothers And Royals React To Summoning MC Who Was Taking A Shower
Everything was going according to plan, a portal opened, and out came a human...who was wet, soaking wet, and naked...this wasn't how one was supposed to meet someone!
In sweet suffering's sake, we got the timing wrong-
He's already up and covering the wet human with his coat, fuming about how such a mishap could take place. Quit flirting, Asmodeus!
Was this bad timing or....was it planned..?!
Uh-huh, he's not ready for this!
It had been strangely quiet lately...no calls from Lucifer...so he ventured to the Council Room to investigate....but now he regrets it..
Someone cover this sopping wet human!
He only got to know of it when he saw the sopping wet human...
He's glad he wasn't there because he would faint.
Although, this is something out of an anime!
First impressions aren't supposed to be this-
Couldn't Barbatos have choosen another moment, one where the human wasn't naked and wet-
He has to stop Asmo from being all touchy with the human. * Sigh *
My, my, what a turn of events!
Barbatos certainly foreseed this, but still went on, oh my-
Satan, stop crushing his delicate hands with your grip!
Why...did this happen....?
He wasn't prepared to see the human drenched and without clothes. He's glad Lucifer immediately threw his own coat over them.
He wants food after....
Oh dear, this wasn't how it was supposed to go!
He's questioning the world as he watched the chaos unfold, with Lucifer throwing his coat over the human while he slowly dies on the inside.
Barbatos knew.....He'd giving the butler the look....
No, he will not acknowledge his mistake.
It wasn't a mistake, there was no other way! Otherwise the human would have showed up looking even more indecent!
Lord Diavolo, please stop giving him the look.
He's cackling the moment he finds out.
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Comfort spell gone wrong (the dateables)
for the lore Olympus ask but with the dateables.
(Deleted this ask by accident but here it is)
Comfort spell gone wrong
Not only had the brothers been completely horrible the past few weeks but even your friends in purgatory hall and Diavolo himself had been too busy for you.
You understood that Simeon was busy helping Luke work through some things. But still, being brushed aside after the brothers had been so cruel towards you hadn’t helped your crumbling self-worth.
Solomon had heaved a big sigh and told you “They're demons Mc. It’s what they do. You’re going to have to grow a thicker skin. Besides, I don’t have time to help you with something so trivial.” Before handing you a page from a spellbook “if you really can’t deal with it yourself use this for comfort.”
You’d undeniably ruined Barbatos’s hard work when you’d tripped and tipped over the cake he’d been working on all morning. The demon had shooed you from his domain with barely concealed rage and asked you not to come back until “you can prevent yourself from causing me more work.”
Diavolo, despite always telling you you could come to him with your troubles, had snapped that Solomon seemed to be doing just fine. “So maybe you need to try harder, Mc. Rather than blaming your problems on other people.”
The spell Solomon had given you seemed simple enough. Although it was in an unfamiliar mix of Latin and Infernal. Couldn’t hurt to try though. At least not anymore than you were already hurting. You’d cast the spell, stumbling through a few words and thinking it hadn’t worked when nothing happened. Figures you couldn’t do it, you were still new to magic and just as useless at it as everyone had so kindly reminded you the last few days. It still sapped your energy though, stupid spell. You closed your eyes thinking that maybe it was better that the spell didn’t work. You’d never live down the embarrassment if anyone found out you tried to use a comfort spell.
Lucifer calls the others asking if anyone has seen you, after several days of radio silence from you. Solomon, Luke, and Simeon rush to the house of Lamentation once they hear you haven’t been seen for days. They find Lucifer and the brothers crowded around you, worriedly discussing the spell which has covered you and your room in vines. Babratos and Diavolo are already there, both looking guilty. Solomon feels his stomach drop when he recognizes the page from the spellbook.
“Lucifer, I recognize that spell, I gave it to them when-” Solomon begins
“Yes, it figures you would have your hands in this Solomon.” Lucifer glares.
It’s Simeon who steps forward to undo the spell, giving Luke’s shoulder a comforting squeeze on his way by. “Lucifer if you would,” he says gesturing to your form “this will take both our magics to undo, I believe.”
Shit, shit! Solomon recognizes that spell! He gave it to you.
It wasn’t supposed to do this, it was just a simple comfort spell!
But he can’t help feeling responsible for what's happened.
He feels like he should have known, should have realized something was going on when he gave you that spell.
You’d just wanted to talk, but he was so caught up in trying to find a way to make pacts with the brothers that he totally brushed you off.
He handed you a page out of a spellbook instead. And told you to deal with things yourself.
Solomon is crushed. He has always told you that if you ever need to talk to another human, he’d be there. But he wasn’t. He told you to deal with it alone.
When Simeon and Lucifer break the spell he is by your side in an instant.
Hands fluttering over your body, brushing withering plants off you. Feeling utterly useless.
The spell had gotten so convoluted and twisted in ways he’d never seen before, he hadn’t even been able to break it.
You blink your eyes open, Solomon’s distraught face coming into focus.
“Mc, I shouldn’t have given you that spell. I’m so sorry. I-I said I’d always help you if you needed me but all I did was hurt you instead.”
He wants to distance himself from you. But he knows that won’t make you feel any better. It won’t make him feel better either.
Instead, he’ll be far more careful with the magic he gives you. He’ll start teaching you more magic, so you can practice spells safely.
But he’ll also do his best to make sure you never need a comfort spell again.
He wants to be your comfort.
Solomon will plan elaborate outings and magic filled dates. He gets all these grand ideas and half of them turn into disasters but somehow he’ll make sure the two of you still have fun.
It’s easy for Solomon to forget that he needs to communicate better. But he’s trying. Instead of snapping at you again he’ll be sure to set aside time for himself. Besides, being in the Devildom is more fun with an apprentice anyways, plus teaching you magic gives him plenty of time to make sure you are happy too.
Simeon is shocked when he sees you.
A shiver runs down his spine when he feels the spell sucking the energy from your body.
His eyes don’t miss the botched comfort spell on the ground and he wonders why you didn’t come to him.
And then he realizes. You did. But he brushed you off to help Luke and even when you were hurting you didn’t want to burden him.
He feels like he’s failed you by making you feel like you couldn’t come to him.
When you open your eyes Simeon is the first thing you see.
He gently brushes the plants from your face and hair.
“Oh my sweet little lamb, you are never a burden to me. I am so sorry I made you feel you couldn’t come to me.”
Simeon brings you to Purgatory hall while your room is cleaned.
He gently untangles bits of plant matter from your hair, humming what must be some Celestial lullaby to you.
“Mc,” he begins once he’s removed the remaining plants from your hair and skin, and you’ve allowed yourself to relax into him. “Forgive me, Mc. I should have seen how much you were hurting.”
He is being so gentle with you. But his voice takes a stern edge as he tells you “Next time you feel like this, promise me you will come to me. If you tell me what’s going on I will always have time for you.”
Simeon makes sure to check in on you now, to make time for you. He’ll invite you to Purgatory hall for dinners and/or sleepovers. Oftentimes Luke joins you. But sometimes he’ll sneak you in so the sleepover is your little secret.
Oh, Mc! He hasn’t seen a spell like this in centuries.
He knows it’s a mistake, but the power it must have taken to cast this spell is impressive.
He’s curious to know what kind of power you’ll have after you’ve been trained properly.
That not to say he isn’t concerned, it's just he knows the spell can be undone, and he finds it easier to deal with the situation if he doesn’t think about how close he came to losing you.
He’ll request that the brothers keep a closer eye on you, not that they weren’t going to anyway.
Diavolo will scoop you from the tangled vines, brushing the remaining vines from your skin as he carries you from your room.
He sits down on his throne, with you still held in his arms. For a moment you're afraid of his thunderous expression.
And then his eyes soften. “Mc,” he whispers. Emotion making his throat tighten, choking off his voice. “Why?”
“Why don’t you find a human who can do better than me Diavolo? You said so yourself, I’m a disappointment.”
“Mc, I didn’t mean! I didn’t want you to-! I didn’t”
He knows what he said. But he never meant for you to take it to heart like this. He was just stressed and he took it out on you.
“I’m sorry, Mc. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. You haven’t disappointed me. I’m sorry I made you feel like you can’t rely on me. Please understand that I would do anything in my power for you.”
A frightening promise from the prince of the Devildom.
Diavolo is careful to control himself in the future. To prevent himself from letting his stress and anger get the better of him.
Careful to remind you how important you are to him, and not just because you are an exchange student, but because he cares for you.
Anger. Fear. Barbatos tumbles between the two emotions.
It seems that by placing you in this timeline to protect you from Belphagor’s anger he has put you in a new kind of danger. One he didn’t see coming.
This makes him question his decision not to look into the future more than necessary.
Humans are so fragile. And this is just more proof of that fact.
Barbatos is by your side the moment you wake up.
He is lifting you to your feet and guiding you from your room.
Barbatos is a perfect gentleman as he helps you clean up. Helping you scrub the plants from your skin, wrapping you in the softest blankets.
But he remains silent the whole time.
Once you are safely tucked into bed Barbatos speaks. “Mc, I know I have made you feel useless. I should not have taken my anger out on you. I should have known better.”
For a moment you think he’s going to leave, that that’s all he is going to say.
But then he asks if he can stay with you. If the answer is yes, he’ll curl around you in your bed. Holding you to him as if you are likely to disappear.
It has been a long time since Barbatos has had something or someone he has been afraid to lose. “I’m sorry Mc. Please know you can come to me, even if I may be upset. I’d rather you make me face my shortcomings then lose you.”
Barbatos starts having you over for tea more often. He’ll take you on errands with him, if he thinks you’d find them at all interesting.
Mostly he just wants more excuses to spend time with you.
This made him realize how important you are to him and he’ll make sure you know it.
Scared little sibling vibes.
Luke is so scared to see you like this!
You are so still and pale that he thinks you might be dead.
When you open your eyes he is so relieved.
Please don’t scare him like this again!
He’s got tears in his eyes, and he half yells half cries at you “Mc! You- you can’t just do something like this. What if- if you had died? I know these demons-” he shoots a watery glare at the demons “can make you feel sad but you’re my friend.”
He’ll ask you to stay at Purgatory hall for a while. He 100% thinks this is all the brother’s fault.
In fact he wants you to move into Purgatory hall permanently and he is so insistent that Diavolo might just let you if that's what you want.
He’ll make sure you know that he sees you as a big sibling, a friend that he could never replace “so please don’t think nobody cares Mc. I know we’re not really related but you’re like a sibling to me.”
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Pining For You
Request: Hi bunny! Can i request pining hcs for Lucifer and diavolo pls? For a reader that's very oblivious, and very physically affectionate with the others. Thanks!
A/N: This was really fun to do!! I hope that you enjoy!!
Pining for you ruins him. It ruins Lucifer in a way that it shouldn’t have ever been possible. He’s not one for the more romantic emotions, he’s far too busy with his own life to focus on something so frivolous. And yet, when the Avatar of Pride looks at you, he can’t help but feel a twisting around his heart and heat that settles in his chest and burns against him. It’s an odd feeling to pine over someone, especially when it’s him. It should be the other way around, it should be you wanting to confess and yet, he doesn’t find the entire experience awful.
It’s been a long time since he’s felt this way, so long that he can’t remember what the feeling is supposed to mean. He doesn’t have time for a relationship, and yet when you come knocking at his door, he’s willing to drop everything and run after you even if it’s for a simple task of reaching for the top cupboard. He’s willing to abandon his duties and promises, and have you lead him astray. It’s you that makes him a mess and it’s you that he’s fallen for. You’re oblivious and kind, and you’re human and one day you’ll die, but it’s you that he wants. If it’s you, he’d welcome any feeling, just to know that it was you that had left such a mark against his heart and soul.
You’re touchy with the others- constantly throwing your arms around them, leaning on their arms, and even playing with their hands. It leaves the demon with a bad taste in his mouth. He could easily return your affections, but it isn’t him that you’re choosing. He won’t admit it, but it makes him feel jealousy. He shouldn’t have to feel his way, and he doesn’t want to, but he does. He won't admit it, but due to you being so overly affectionate, he decides to have you closer to him. He has you sit with him during meal times, during council meetings he saves you a seat beside him, and he’ll find any excuse to just have you sit beside him.
Pride and obliviousness don’t go together. He’s sure of himself and he makes his attraction known to you, and yet, you can only smile and hold his hands in yours and tell him that you like him as well. It leaves him frustrated knowing that he’s confessed to you and yet you only take it as a friendly gesture. Despite the actions that he takes to have you notice him in a romantic way, you don’t. You take it as any other friendly gesture and he’s left with a headache forming between his brows and a heavy heart. It isn’t sadness- at least he doesn’t want to admit that. He’s a demon, a simple human shouldn’t be affecting him so and yet, you do. You make him want to scream when you accept his gifts and tell him how much you love them only to kiss his cheek and show them off to the others. It had to be in your nature to be oblivious, and while it’s frustrating, he’s still grateful that it’s you. He just wants you to see him the way that he sees you. You’re the one that turned the Avatar of Pride into such a mess that it's almost laughable if it weren’t his feelings at play.
A confession to you is not easy, but he doesn’t mind a bit of work. Lucifer knocks at your door, his head held high and hands clasped behind his back and he’s grateful that he has gloves to conceal how clammy his hands have gotten. When you open the door, he smiles gently at you and enters your room. His confession is meant to be short. He’s meant to just tell you that he has feelings for you but then he sees the way that you tilt his head and he’s left confessing himself to you. You are a human and yet you’re the one that has reduced him to nothing more than a mess. You’ve done so much for him and the only thing that he has to show for it are feelings that at away at him, feelings that make him lose his breath, and something so raw that it’s painful. He hadn’t known that pining after you would have caused such a ruckus in his life, but it has. You’ve left hi in a disarray. He’s your demon, and you’re his master, and whatever you want from him, he’d be willing to do.
Diavolo hadn’t expected to find himself attracted to you in a romantic sense. He loves humans and in turn, humanity, but he never thought that the exchange student would be the one to capture his attention- especially when he was a prince and you were only a simple human. He sits with his feelings and that’s something that’s new to him. He’s so used to rushing forward without a thought, without a fear of consequence, but this time, it’s different. He doesn’t know what to do, he just sits with his emotions until he finally admits to out loud that he does have feelings for you.
You spend so much time with the others that it isn’t fair. He can’t spend time with you because he’s a prince, he has things to attend to and oversee and that costs him so much. He’s glad that you’re spending time with the others, that you aren’t alone, but at the same time, you rely on them, but not him. At a certain point, he starts to request your presence for just simple things at first- joining him for a meal, walking through the garden, attending a few more human related events, and then it gradually increases to staying late at the castle due to him convincing you to spend your time in the library, sitting beside him while he signs documents, and even just the simple task of him giving you a proper tour of the castle- anything to keep you around him longer. It’s all just a cheap ploy to get you to spend time with him. Sure he feels a bit guilty about it, but he’s also a demon, guilt is something he feels and to him, it’s just another emotion that he can easily rid himself of.
It isn’t easy to get you to notice his feelings for you. He’s sure that you can sense something has shifted in the dynamic but that also may be him just wanting to believe in that. Demon courting and human courting are two very different things that he isn’t quite sure which one to do. He’s sure you’d accept his gifts, but would you know the meanings behind it? If he were to ask you out on a date would you simply believe that he was just requesting more of your time? It’s such a bother, but it’s something that he must deal with- it’s his feelings and he’ll sort them out for you. He ends up trying a mix of both, hell flowers that seep with fortunes when bled on, a lovely note written in your textbook, gifts that are weighted in jewels and gold, and stuffed animals that he’s seen you admire. It’s a mix of things, but you seem to enjoy them so he doesn’t stop.
Perhaps it’s the demon in him that makes him so territorial when it comes to you. He’s surprised at his jealousy of having others touch you and having you reciprocate the touch- to reach out and cup their face or for you to pull them close for a hug. It leaves an awful, acidic taste on his tongue, an anger brewing in him that has him huffing out like a child. There should be no reason for him to feel so awful, but yet he does. It’s no surprise that you enjoy touch, but he can still sense your hesitation when it comes towards him. He thinks that it might have to deal with his title, but that’s only a hunch. At a certain point, he has to take the step forward and grab your hand that is so small in his and let it cup against his jaw and cheeks and when you run your thumb under his bottom lip, he only leans towards you, quiet with his eyes closed.
The poor prince can only handle his own feelings for so long. You’re oblivious and while that’s just a thing of yours, he can’t just sit quietly and hope you’ll pick up on the signals. Eventually, Diavolo pulls you aside and sits you beside him, his knee pressing against yours and his hands clasped over yours. It’s straightforward, he leaves no room for miscommunication. He tells you how he adores you, how you’re the one that makes him nervous and how he wishes that you would look at him the way that he looks at you, and as he lifts your hand to touch against his chest where his heart rests, you can only look at him with wide eyes. All he wants is to hold your hand and have you be beside him for as long as you’d let him; he may be a prince, but you’re the one who holds power over him. He’d bow before you and kiss your knuckles, he’d sully his own name if it meant that you would only kiss his temple.
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ohhhhh thirst you say
how about or favorite demon king Daivolo and size kink.... hehehe
(psa I hope you know who this is)
i'm going to add Beel to this too because i want to and no one can stop me. you're so silly for sending it off anon haha love you.
𖤐 ───── 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤! ───── 𖤐
𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙. switch!diavolo, beel, gn!reader
𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌. size kink, oral (m receiving), deepthroating kinda, mentions of topping/domming diavolo, mating press position with diavolo, 765 words, no explicit mentions of readers body type besides being smaller than them, minors do not interact
𝖆/𝖓. they're big, beefy and their backs must hurt from carrying the biggest cocks in DevilDom.
Poor Diavolo. He’s so clueless about his size that he doesn’t even know how much his cock is splitting you open. Even after lots of foreplay, beads of sweat will roll down his temple as he gently tries to push the tip in, slowly stretching you out while it’s coated in lube just so it can fit you. It’s so thick and heavy that it almost feels like your first time and the Prince shudders from the warmth of your walls squeezing his length. It hugs him so tight that you’re practically milking him and turning him into a sensitive mess — even with shallow thrusts. Diavolo initially takes it slow so he doesn’t hurt you but after his whole dick is completely inside you, he can’t promise he won’t go feral. Once pain turns into pleasure, he won’t hesitate to put you in a mating press. He’ll tower over you and have your knees pressed against your chest. He’s so close to you that can even feel the muscles on his thighs tense up as he’s pounding you, making the bed shake mercilessly. Both of you would be whimpering and moaning, fucking each other into pure bliss. He doesn’t even notice how you struggle to hold onto something — anything — because his large frame is going at you so hard that you need to grip onto something for stability; otherwise you’d just flail like a limp doll if you didn’t. Your hands are either bunched into fists in the sheets or they’re prettily decorating his neck as you hold on for dear life. Sometimes he helps you by firmly pressing your elbows into the mattress to hold you in place; his grip will never falter and you’ll be quivering until the moment you cum. He’s the switchiest of switches so let’s not forget when you top/dom him. You basically fuck yourself dumb on his cock, making him a whining baby while he desperately bucks his hips just to have more of you. It’s exhilarating for him to see someone smaller than him taking control of his large self — he relishes his power taken away from him in exchange for immense pleasure. The way you take the lead can turn even the big, scary Demon Prince into a needy sub. He almost sees the size difference as a challenge and he loves that you can overlook that. Diavolo didn’t even know he had a size kink until he started craving your touch in these ways. If he’s chatting to you in front of others, one look at your body will send him visions of the two of you ruining each other. He might just have to take you somewhere private and deal with those thoughts his way — most likely against a wall or on his desk.
𖤐 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖟𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖇 (𝖈𝖜. oral ((m receiving)), deepthroating kinda)
Beel is precious. He knew he had a size kink the moment you struggled to give him head. Your lips were only halfway down his shaft and tears were already pooling in your eyes. He was worried about hurting you but those thoughts instantly left his mind when drool began bubbling at the corners of your mouth because you were trying so hard to deepthroat him. The slobbering made his dick immensely wet; he could have busted a nut just from feeling you struggle down his shaft. It was kind of like an awakening for him — an ‘ah, I get it now’ type of thing. Your hands hugged the base of his cock as you started bobbing your head and Beel tossed his head back as he simultaneously pushed yours down. He fucked your mouth slowly while suppressing the loudest groan. “Fuckkk— you feel so good.” His cock felt so big in your mouth, he just wanted to push it in even more. He loved seeing your eyes widen, your cheeks hollowed and tear-stained because you were doing your best to suck it. He truly felt bad but to him, you looked so adorable trying to endure the burning in your cheek as it adjusted to his size. He loved it when he popped it out of your mouth and saw the size of it compared to your head — so thick and veiny. With his hand wrapped around his girth, he used the pressure in his thumb to gently tap the swollen head of his cock on your tongue, drawing strings of saliva from your taste buds. Beel may be a sweetheart but you know how he is when he wants something so don’t underestimate how dirty he can be ESPECIALLY when you’re on your knees for him.
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Headcanons of Lucifer, Mammon, Simeon, & Diavolo reacting (separately) when MC tells him that they feel safe wrapped up in his wings? 👀👉👈
This might be simple but i'll try to still keep it funny/cute 😳
MC FEELS SAFE UNDER THEIR WINGS
- "im glad you feel like that"
- in reality he is quite surprised that you feel like that about his wings
- sure they are pretty and they are big and all but usually you'd be scared of seeing him in this form
- you however, not only arent scared hut also feel safe wrapped around his wings, and he really doesnt know how to show his appreciation of knowing this
- if you are lucky enough you just might see him blush a bit, however if he were to get flustered he'd hide his face from you
- "well of course you do! Its the great Mammon himself that is letting you near his wings right now"
- mammon your tsundereness is showing🙄
- is obviously going to get all flustered by your words, its freaking Mammon we're talking about
- he will pull you closer while giving you some lazy excuse to do just that, whether its raining or whatever he just wants you to be even closer to him now
- if your intimacy is high enough with him he might even let you touch his wings or he'll keep you under his arm too or similar
- "aww, im glad you feel that way MC"
- is so touched by your comment and ends up feeling all lovey- dovey because of it
- he will pull your closer and hold you near him, this can either be to just hold your hand, to a hug to maybe a kiss if you two are close enough but even then i like to think Simeon finds holding hands the ultimate form of intimacy for him idk
- everytime he can now he will wrap you around his wings and he will keep you closer to him
- angels are usually beings that should show safety and guideness and similar stuff so pretty much he is doing his roll right and he feels so happy about it
- *happy diavolo noises*
- yeah no when Diavolo goes into his demon form you know someone is about to get slapped to a whole other dimension, so (just like luci) he feels really glad you think otherwise
- "im so happy to know that MC, you have no idea how much that means to me"
- big strong prince will lift you closer to him as he hears you say that you like being wrapped around his wings
- now he'll be clingier than ever and will take any chance he gets to wrap himself around you more, with or without the wings, if he can make you feel safe by being wrapped around you then he will stay wrapped around you
- you are not getting out of this one easily
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What Barbatos and Diavolo do when you Cum
@love-lost-insecure-blog you can find Mammon on this post and anon, and Asmodeus is on this post!
Pairing: Barbatos x Female!Reader, Diavolo x Female!Reader
Barbatos had one gloved hand clamped over your lips, silencing any noise that threatened to escape and possibly alert anyone nearby of your predicament. After all, it would be rather unsightly and awkward should the Demon Lord catch his butler fucking the exchange student over his royal throne no less.
Not only that, but you had so graciously accepted the offer to help the butler prepare for the evening and earn a little extra cash. Now, here you were being fucked over the arm of Lord Diavolo's throne.
"Don't stop polishing on my account, little bunny," The butler teased, lips brushing seductively against your ear as he dipped his other hand into your cunt to rub your swollen clit, "Lord Diavolo has an appearance to make this afternoon. A throne anything less than spotless would be an utter embarrassment, don't you think?"
A muffled 'yes sir' fell from your lips as you lifted your shaking hands to finish the job.
"Come on pretty girl, you're not completely useless, right?" He sneered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you struggled to rub a dark spot off of the gold in front of you, "You want to cum like a good girl for me? You're going to cum all over my cock like the dirty little human you are, just make a bigger mess for me to clean up, right?"
You gasp and whimper against his hand, nodding tearfully as his fingers sped up causing you to struggle and writhe against his chest until you let go and the slick from your orgasm dribbled down your legs and stained the rouge carpet and the fine material of the butler's slacks.
Barbatos knew you couldn't help it, but that didn't mean you were exempt from punishment.
"Messy girl," He hissed, the slap of his hips against your ass only becoming louder and harsher, "You just made mess all over Diavolo's spotless carpet... I guess I'll have to punish you, won't I?"
Diavolo didn't know if it was the way your precious little boobies bounced or the way your little hands would try to push back against his thighs or how after you came around him you would go nearly boneless in his arms and cry about how sensitive you were.
Maybe it was just the little cries you made while speared on his length that had gotten him addicted, maybe it was the fucked out look he'd catch in the mirror after one too many orgasms, he wasn't sure.
All the Demon Lord knew was that the moment your abused cunt forced his dick out and squirted all over the bed, he was more hooked than he'd ever been before.
He wanted to hear your breath hitch, feel you squirming away from him as he kept rubbing and spanking your weeping hole.
You twitched as he reinserted himself, but at this point you were too fucked out to do anything about it. You could only whine and beg him to slow down, tears welling in your eyes from sensitivity.
"Look at you, my beautiful cock-hungry little girl." He grasped your face and forced you to look at yourself in the mirror. The way your cunt drooled onto the bed as he thrust slowly against your cervix, the pink tissue of your pussy stretched terribly far to accommodate his girth.
"You're so pretty..." Diavolo leans down to nibble on your shoulder, "I'm so lucky to have such a sweet baby girl aren't I? I think you deserve a little reward..."
One big tanned hand slid down your stuffed abdomen and began to play with your folds. You squealed and grabbed his hand, pushing it away from you with whatever remained of your strength but to no avail.
"Darling, don't do that, don't push me away. I know you want more and I only want to give it to you, understand? I love you so much, my precious dove so let me make you feel so so good."
Lucifer and Beel
Mammon, Simeon, and Solomon
Leviathan, Satan, and Asmodeus
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princess diavolo my beloved
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— obey me dateables when their s/o sit on their lap
𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗠𝗢𝗡 / hear me out, as much as this man is so cool, smooth and all. he will probably be a flustered baby when you sat on his lap—especially for the first time—like i've said, he's not a pda type of person, if you ever sat on his lap on public, man will be stiff as a log and will try to conceal his flustered expression. meanwhile, if you do this in private, he will look away and deny his blush. “w-what? no i'm not blushing.” places his head on your shoulder “oh shut up, stop teasing me.” squeezes his hold on you.
𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗢 / aaaaaaa! diavolo will be thrilled and very happy. in public, he will just casually lay his arms around you, one of his hand rubbing your thighs. “heh, you're so bold today, eh, love?” teases you and kiss your cheek making you giggle. and then there's private affection, if you sit on his lap, diavolo would hug you tight, “awww, my love is so sweet today.” man—demon, coos at you then takes a bite out of your neck lightly. “if you keep doing this, i might not now how much i will last.”
𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗦 / mentally screaming. he's just so- honored that you are comfortable enough with him to even sit on his lap. man—demon, will smile unknowingly, his thumb grazing and rubbing your sides every now and then. “i hope you're comfy there, lovely.” he will be quiet for the rest of the moment, just watching you if you're on your DDD. sight going in and out of focus while he try not to show how much delighted he is feeling. eventually eases and kiss your cheek lovingly.
𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗢𝗡 / this sweet angel. it feels so casual and foreign whenever he would experience love gestures and affections that you had to ask him over and over again if he ever dated anyone. simeon will simply deny the claim and silence you by pressing his lips against yours. “i feel so blessed and happy.” he commented as soon as you sat down on his lap, you'd found yourself ask him why to which he will lay his face on your shoulder and whisper with a calming voice, “because you're here with me and that you trust and feel comfortable enough to do this.”
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Hii wondering... How would Lucifer, Levi, Satan, Barbatos, Solomon and Diavolo react to a crafty MC that is a silent gifter? Like for example they bring a cup of tea to Lucifer and his cup has a new cozy, or without knowing when Satan finds a new bookmark embroidered by MC, or Diavolo's a new journal in his bag made specifically for him, or something like that?
Anyways. Thank you very much for your writing!
MC is a silent gifter
I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WRITING DIA'S PART KAISBAUABDNSN
Gender neutral MC
The idea with the cup cozy has me screaming over here lmao I love it and so does he
Imagine you bring him tea or coffee without him asking you to do it
Quite surprised that you go out of your way just to bring him something to his office
Thanks you and extends his hand to take the cup from you, but doesn't look up from the paperwork
Then the moment he feels the cozy his head shoots up and he raises his eyebrows in confusion
"Mind telling me what exactly that is?"
"Oh, so you don't burn your hand. I've noticed how you never take your cup by the handle."
You do know he's a demon, right?
"O-oh, well, thank you."
Catch this man turning slightly red by these kind gestures
Oh, oh, my friend makes small sculptures out of gaming characters so imagine you're doing that too
Or making these glass paintings of anime characters, god I love these so much
If you give any of those things to this boy he will most definitely glitch out of existence
Great, you broke the grand admiral of hell's navy. Are you happy now?
Has a shelf in his room just with your stuff and if people ask him where he got all that cool merch he'd start bragging
"My friend did this all by themselves! You can't buy it! It's priceless!"
Okay, but imagine Mammon trying to sell one of those gifts, because he has no idea that you did them
Levi would tear the entire house down lmao
"Get the fleet ready!"
"I said what I said!"
Would treasure your bookmarks as if they're made of gold
And if you do one that matches the theme of a book he's currently reading then he'll die on the spot do you understand me?
The funny thing is that you leave them in his room or at the library at places where only he will find them
AND HE RETURNS THE FAVOR OKAY
When you go back to the place where you left it to check if he took it you always find a small gift as a thank you
For example a wooden figurine of your favorite animal or a tiny box to put all the stuff you use to craft your gifts inside
Sometimes hides behind a bookshelf and when you pick the gift up he leans against the shelf with crossed arms and a smirk
"I assume you like it?"
"Oh, Satan, you really didn't have to give me something in return."
Isn't used to receive gifts out of the blue so mans is shocked when you give him something for the first time
Like Levi he has a special shelf for your stuff
I can totally imagine him crafting things too so expect lots of gifts in return
"Barbatos, you don't have to do that! I give you those things to make your day and not to get something in return!"
"Maybe I wanna make your day too."
My man should start a Pinterest blog, because his stuff looks so neat and professional ugh
Only the best for his s/o
Or imagine you two crafting stuff together
Now that's a cute date idea oof
MY BABY BOY
Gets so extremely excited and happy when you give him something that you made yourself
My big man over here just wants to find friends so what you're doing with your self-made gifts makes his heart go wownidhwiwbidjwis
Desperately wants to give you something in return, but it has to be just as personal and cool so he tries doing things on his own too
It doesn't end up that good...
His entire office is full with glue and glitter and Dia? Dia looks just as bad, covered with paint and what not
You love his gifts so much though so he gets prouder than Lucifer when he sees your big smile
Let's Barbatos teach him some stuff so his gifts and everything around him doesn't end up so messy
It still does
IMAGINE YOU'RE CRAFTING A CUTE LITTLE NOTEBOOK FOR HIM FOR HIS SPELLS
You'd also make those magick jars or pouches OR YOUR OWN CANDLES WITH COOL MARKINGS WOW
Do you know those good luck or protection jars that are so tiny you can use them as a necklace? Yea that's what you give him and he doesn't take it off at all
Okay, but imagine you make a candle by your own and he gives it back to you with sigils carved on it and you're all confused
"What does it mean?"
"It's a protection for loved ones."
You also make boxes for his herbs or candles and he swaps all his old boxes with yours, because they match his aesthetic more and well...they're yours
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lucifer: so how did you guys get into a car accident?
mc: well, we were driving and there was a deer in the road and diavolo didnt notice. so i yelled ‘dia, deer!’ and do you want to tell lucifer what your response was?
diavolo, reluctantly: yes, honey?
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Mc: *has to sit*
The empty seats:
Mc: *SIGH*... I GUESS since there's NOWHERE to sit I'll just HAVE to sit on Diavolo's lap like...wow...I can't believe u guys are making me do this...
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The Ways The Heart Longs
He's the Prince of the Devildom, the heir to the throne, someone who will have no trouble in bending others to his will. Diavolo can take everything he wants–from treasure to a whole kingdom, there's nothing stopping him.
But the one thing he's craved for eons is companionship, love, someone who won't walk on eggshells around him–and you're the one whose captured his heart.
But Diavolo can't confess his love, for reasons more than one. He's doing it to protect you, but his heart is crumbling on the inside.
His throat feels crushed.
Diavolo sighs as he unbuttons the collar, finding reprieve in the way the pressure around his neck vanishes. Too tight, he had told Barbatos in the morning, when the butler was dressing him for the day. The demon had smiled faintly, and stated that the shirt was the right size for him, tailered to perfection.
And that having an appearance so unkempt would have not been suitable for the future Demon King.
Diavolo finds himself wanting to groan at that statement, Barbatos's words echoing in his mind. But there's no demon here to supervise him, and no subjects to admire him.
In the moonlight, he's all alone.
Mindlessly, his eyes dart around; the trees around the gaze, the languid ripples of water and the moonlight on them, that time when he, Barbatos and Lucifer had sat and planned a new design for the R.A.D. art room, the Prince having found that particular area too bleak to fit in with the Academy. Lucifer had arched an eyebrow when the golden-eyed demon had proposed that the room be filled with art pieces from the human and celestial realm. His right-hand man told him that Simeon couldn't possibly transport giant paintings from the celestial Realm, and that human world art would take some time to be fetched.
Barbatos had suggested that you be consulted on the topic.
A smile forms on the demon's face as he leans on the railing, a hand resting below his chin as he reminisces the joy on your face at having Lucifer and his brothers carry artwork from the human world to the Devildom. Satan had an arm full of cat paintings, looking particularly pleased with himself, at his own joy at the expense of Lucifer's dissaproval.
You had flashed him a warm smile, asking if the art pieces were to his liking.
The demon can still feel the warmth of your hands as you playfully played 'thumb war' with him. A game from the human world, and with his hands dwarfing your own Diavolo let you win.
Too slow, you had remarked on his thumb movements, but Diavolo was more engrossed in the feel of your skin, of you.
The demon's ears catch a sound, and his fingers work on his outfit.
"Out here all alone?"
"It was getting a bit stuffy inside." Diavolo smiles, the buttons of his collar reflecting perfectly in the moonlight. "Shouldn't you be inside?"
You huff. "Was getting stuffy too. Barbatos told me that a breath of fresh air would do me good. The perfumes and cologne of the demons in there was a bit too heavy for me."
His eyes trace over your figure as you move to stand alongside him on the gazebo, and the jewellery in your hair shines in the light. Diavolo's breath hitches as he realises that Asmodeus and Barbatos must have worked on your outfit–one to show and one to regulate.
"Do you not find Devildom scents to your liking?"
"It's not that..just..it became overpowering in the room, you know?" You murmur, setting a hand on his bicep. "And besides, your cologne is quite nice."
Diavolo gives you a wide grin, his golden eyes intense and lively. The demon tries to ignore how warm his cheeks feel.
"All compliments to Barbatos," He winks, and you both stay there, admiring the view the gazebo provides.
The silence is comforting, with your presence Diavolo can forget the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind and live in the moment, someone who will look at him as a friend and not the Prince.
"How's your family doing back in the human world?"
"Oh, they're faring well. I'm planning to meet them once I get back, Dia."
Again, the demon's heart catches in his throat at the nickname. Something inside his chest feels inexplicably warm, and it spreads to his whole body.
"What about your family?"
The illusion in front of him breaks in two at those words, and Diavolo blinks twice. He realizes something that leaves him bereft, and a sinking feeling takes its place instead of the budding warmth.
The expression on his face must have been something else, because now your eyebrows are furrowed in worry as words of apology spills past your lips. You're frantically trying to make amends, and for what, a question?
Diavolo shrugs his shoulders. "You don't need to apologise," He speaks, not able to find any solace in the environment, the delicate normalcy having been broken so suddenly.
"You spoke with good intentions, but..." He trails off, eyes observing the worried expression on your face in genuine concern, or from fear?
Diavolo might never know the answer.
"I'm just not comfortable sharing that aspect of me, yet."
You nod your head at that, not wanting to intrude into memories and information the demon isn't comfortable sharing.
And when both your eyes dart back towards the scenery, Diavolo finds that the waters no longer hold their charm.
The collar on his neck starts constricting his throat again.
Persevere, the demon tells himself.
"I didn't expect you to be here, Dia."
The demon in front of you smiles sheepishly. "Neither did I plan to be here, but Barbatos was very insistent on me finishing up my tasks."
You arch a brow at the demon. "And?"
"And I sneaked out from the palace."
Diavolo's eyes widen as he watches you burst into laughter in the middle of the street. Demons have stopped in the midst of their engagements to gaze upon the unbelievable sight of their Prince and the exchange student, who are cackling gleefully. The picture would be all over Devilgram by now, but Diavolo can't bring himself to care.
No, what the demon is only able to focus on is the sound of your laughter, and the amusement in your eyes as you cover your mouth with one hand in a feeble attempt to muffle your sounds.
For Diavolo, the world around him only consists of you in this moment.
And the Prince finds himself joining in, his own laugh contagious; and now you too are chuckling harder than before.
"How—How did you even manage to sneak past Barbatos?" You wheeze, taking in deep breaths to replenish the air in your lungs. "I'm convinced that he has eyes in the back of his head!"
The image of Diavolo, sneaking out from a window and maintaining silence by bribing a Little D is sure to elicit a giggle from anyone.
When a camera shutter goes off in the distance; only then is the demon reminded of where and who he is.
Diavolo lends out a hand to you. "Come on," He murmurs, "People are watching. Lucifer's going to be at our heels if he sees us here. Come." The demon offers.
And when you put your hand on top of his, Diavolo feels giddy—ecstatic, like a child in a fair, filled with wonders and colors and joy.
He keeps his stride matched with yours; the demon aware that his long legs enable him to walk faster than most. And if he gets to hold your hand all the while—who's he to complain?
But when Diavolo sees his reflection on the glass window outside a store, the smile on the Prince's face flickers.
"And here we are!" Your voice breaks the demon out of his reverie, and Diavolo has to look around to observe his surroundings. When did you manage to lead him here, a small cafe on the boundaries of the Devildom forest?
The vegetation in this region makes for a perfect scenery to match the aesthetic of the structure. Tranquil and harmonious, with no nobility or high-class demons to grimace when the mud sticks to their shoes or complain about the chirping of the birds.
His eyes widen. "How did you find this place?" He mutters in astonishment, eyes darting around the walls and its few customers, whose expression mimic the demon's own. It's not everyday you see a Prince wander into a cafe.
"Lucifer took me here one time," You smile, eyes glancing around the chairs and the the tables, reminiscing how the black-haired demon and you talked over coffee and hellfire mushroom cookies. "He said he likes it because it provides peace."
Diavolo nods in understanding. "Given his rowdy brothers, I'm sure he requires some de-stressing, doesn't he?"
The demons in the cafe wisely place their attention back to themselves, on their plates and conversations.
You lead him to a table by the window, where all Diavolo sees is rows and rows of trees, of various Devildom species that Father insisted on him learning thoroughly the names from the book first when the child wanted to go out.
So little Diavolo went back to his books, and tried to ignore the cacophony of gleeful laughter that the Little D's made while playing in the courtyard.
"What do you want to drink?"
Diavolo glances at the menu provided, and his eyes flicker over the unfamiliar names of drinks he's never tasted, and confused eyes dart back to your face.
"Have you tried Shadow coffee yet?"
A shake of his head.
"Would you like to?"
Diavolo nods in affirmation, and guides you through the unfamiliar items in the menu, of ingredients which a human might find unsavory or particularly challenging to eat, like devil zebra.
After having placed your respective orders, it's only a matter of minute before your food and drinks arrive. Silence isn't necessary, and the two of you dart from one topic to another.
Diavolo doesn't know much about human culture, but you've informed him well about minion memes and slang used in the human world. It's not long before Lucifer or Barbatos receive a deep fried bean meme.
The table is too small for someone as huge as the demon Prince, but Diavolo manages to adjust. You've been gracious enough to let him lean closer to you, with his lower body awkwardly cramped together against your's.
Though, in this position Diavolo is close enough to talk in a whisper, and ensure that demons nearby aren't able to hear your conversation. They've been awfully silent, and the both of you know this is a incident which tomorrow might be on the papers, but hey, this means more material for Diavolo's fan club!
The waiter comes swiftly, but his presence is not felt without an awkward cough, and you both instinctly lean away from each other, realising how close you both were.
Barely centimetres apart.
But Diavolo would never close that distance, even if he wanted to. Even if his heart begs him to, his mind doesn't let him.
"Dia, you haven't touched your coffee yet."
The demon blinks once, twice, then looks down at the mug in his hands. A heart-shaped design greets him.
"So," The demon tentatively takes a sip. "What was the 'me-me' you were telling me about?"
When Diavolo was little, he was scolded for staying up past his bedtime.
The star shower had lit up the Devildom night, and hoards of people had gone outside to witness the phenomena in person. Parents with their children, couples with intertwined hands and lone demons. Nobility and commonality, old and young, all out on this particular date.
But young Diavolo was all alone.
So who could blame him for wanting to sneak a peek from the giant balcony, where one could an eagle eye's view?
But Father was quick; Father was strong and strict, he was harsh and loving, maybe in a way that the boy wasn't familiar with yet.
Father was doing it for Diavolo.
And so little feet pitter-pattered back into the room, under the covers where it was warm.
But the child's heart was anything but warm.
Now, with Father in long sleep, who's there to tell him to not stay up late and not drink too much; to complete paperwork on time before going on vacation and and scold him for coming back at such an hour?
He's a prince, after all, isn't he?
But the Prince has a butler, the only other person Diavolo's known since his childhood.
Barbatos, speak of the devil.
In such moments, Diavolo is reminded of a mother scolding her child for coming back home late. The expression is not unlike Lucifer's when he catches his brothers shenanigans in the making.
But Barbatos has the ferocity of a mother and a butler, and a stare that could make the strongest tremble.
Diavolo awkwardly shuffles his feet, the shoes of which are caked with mud. There's nothing left to say, for the golden-eyed demon knows that news of the incident must have reached his butler's wary ears, having spread like wildfire.
About how the Prince and the human exchange student were found in public, cackling like lunatics and huddled together in a cafe, lips barely centimetres apart. About how an attack took place in the forest nearby, and how the screams in there fell silent.
Barbatos would have put two and together by now.
"I warned you, Young Lord, to mind yourself in public."
The butler's voice echoes in the demon's mind, and Diavolo sighs.
"I didn't know that it would lead to this, Barbatos. I thought MC was safe with me."
The demon butler takes out an handkerchief from one of his many pockets, and begins wiping the specks on Diavolo's face.
Barbatos's eyes bore into his own. "Certainly, no demon in the Devildom can compare to your strength. But have you forgotten that a king to be needs to be mindful of his appearances?"
Diavolo remains quiet. The butler continues after the pause, now having proceeded onto removing his mud-caked shoes. His voice is low. "News spread like wildfire, and there has been a missing report of a group of demons from the faraway districts."
Something in the demon's eyes darkens, and when Barbatos looks up from his position he sees that Diavolo's jaw is clenched.
"They had it coming, Barbatos. MC was in the way of danger, so I got rid of the problem quickly and efficiently."
Barbatos only gives a small smile.
"Did you get to the root of the issue?"
Well, that explains the stains on the Young Master's clothes. It's going to be a pain to clean them up, but nothing some elbow grease can't remove.
"I've quietened down the rumours, my Lord. But I am afraid I can't prevent any more information from leaking."
Diavolo already knows what Barbatos's next words are going to be.
"I can't help it, Barbatos."
A D.D.D. is shoved in his face. "You maintain a distance, and yet, you are close," The screen glows with a picture of you and him huddled in a corner. So close, yet so far.
Diavolo looks down at his clothes and removes the dirty jacket, depositing it on a chair nearby.
When Lucifer had opened the door, his expression said he was ready to overthrow the monarchy, probably the scariest face he's seen his friend make. And watching that same expression turn into surprise on seeing Diavolo, makes the demon giggle in his chair.
After apologising for not having responded to texts and calls, and having kept MC with him the whole day, Diavolo had taken his leave, but not before Lucifer gave him a knowing look.
Maybe he knew. Maybe there wasn't any harm in confessing. Maybe MC would accept him.
But the hope brewing in his heart hardened when his ears caught the ruckus Lucifer's brothers were making, and Belphegor's annoyance.
Staring at his dirtied uniform, Diavolo had headed home. He cannot take away their joy.
His thoughts are interrupted when a cup of tea is placed in front of him.
Father said a king must make sacrifices, that the happiness of his subjects comes first. Such is Diavolo's duty too. Looking down in the cup, the demon glances at his reflection, and takes a resolute sip.
But what about his heart? What about his happiness?
"My lord, where does your happiness lie?"
Diavolo keeps his gaze fixated outside the window, where the trees stand still, perhaps staring at the sky in worry.
"In my people, of course."
Barbatos chuckles, a low sound that the golden-eyed demon remembers hearing for the first time when he had grabbed the fabric of his trousers and demanded the demon to tell more stories of the area outside the Palace.
"You are speaking in shoes of a king to be. Young Master, forgot your titles and power for a moment, and try again."
Diavolo furrows his eyebrow, trying to think of an answer suitable enough to satisfy Barbatos, but his heart already does.
"I am the future king of the Devildom, Barbatos. I cannot afford to follow my heart when the fate of the three realms is upon me," The demon rises to his full height, teacup abandoned on the table. But Barbatos has grown used to it.
The butler places a hand on his chest. "Then why did you agree to go to the cafe with MC and sneak past me? Why did you greet MC in the hallway with a hug? Was it all a facade, my Lord?"
"I—I went because—you—I!"
A chuckle spills past Barbatos's lips. "Lucifer sent me the picture of you and MC laughing in the streets. He seemed quite fond and tired, probably from MC having snuck past Asmodeus, who was busy choosing new outfits."
Diavolo keeps mum, mind already conjuring Lucifer's reaction when he calls him tomorrow morning. He's not going to be very happy at having been made to stay up late.
"My Lord, in the process of keeping your subjects happy, maybe you're abandoning your own happiness?"
But so does Diavolo.
The Prince looks at the demon as if he's been told the secrets of the universe. Yet, there's no denying that what Barbatos has spoken is the truth. But wasn't a duty of the king to ensure his subjects happiness? That's what he's been taught and fed since his childhood.
"There are several consequences if I chase my heart, Barbatos." Diavolo admits, his shoulders sagging as he speaks. "Some of the demons tried to attack MC, and that just proves that there is still bad blood between the realms, and there's no doubt that some of the Council Members will gossip about them and me tomorrow."
"Let them gossip."
Barbatos speaks bluntly, as if he has not asked the Prince to go against one of the principles he's been made to follow. Diavolo's jaw hangs open wide.
"Rumours always brew. If you're going to deny those photos that are printed in the newspapers but still be caught on outings with MC, then you're going to have a hard time, my Lord."
Diavolo settles back down on the couch, the plush sheets sinking under his weight. "And what if I choose to follow my heart?" He questions, tracing patterns on the fabric.
Barbatos smiles. "You'll be happy."
"And what if my love is not returned?"
"Then you can live knowing that you had confessed your feelings, regardless of whether they were returned or not."
A fitting argument made by his butler. But even if he follows his heart there are several consequences, countless things that could go wrong, relations that could break and—
Diavolo doesn't want that to happen.
He sighs. "Lucifer won't accept it so easily, nor would his brothers."
"MC is a part of their family," Barbatos begins, moving forward to grab the now-cold tea. "The brothers want to see them happy, just like you."
Diavolo finds his lips turning upwards at that.
"And if MC's happiness lies with you, they won't interfere."
Before Barbatos can blink, the golden-eyed demon has wrapped his arms around the butler, effectively lifting the demon up in the air.
"Thank you," Diavolo murmurs, his voice quiet. "Thank you."
Barbatos smiles as he looks down at the Young Master, one hand awkwardly patting the head while the other balances the tea tray.
Diavolo feels giddy—warm, after that conversation. He probably won't be able to get a proper rest tonight, but tomorrow's going to be an eventful day. Regardless of whether or not his feelings are reciprocated, he will live happily knowing that he had confessed.
This time, he'll hold your hand first.
This time, he will take you to a nice spot—probably the fair that's going to come up soon or perhaps the secluded spot in the Devildom forest where the black-tailed canary is found.
This time, he'll close the distance between you two.
This time, Diavolo will voice his heart's longing.
I am quite worried about how this fic turned out. It's barely 3k words, but it's a start for me practicing writing long fics! I hope to improve on writing dialogues and scenes with practice, and I promise the next work is going to be better!
@henry-and-the-seven-lords I hope you like it!
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OM!Characters Being The Little Spoon(?):
Satan, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon and Solomon
Fluffy fluff fluff
You opened the door, having only finished your work, to see your lover lying on his side, a book left opened near his hand. Carefully treading through the room and avoiding the books scattered all over the floor, you neared his bed while floating candles emanates a soft glow to the room, filling it with warmth.
"Satan?" You called, carefully crawling onto bed only to find his eyes closed.
He must've read to sleep again.
You watched him for a moment, admiring the way his hair framed his face perfectly and how he looked comfy wearing the green hoodie you bought him. He's gorgeous.
Lying down next to him, you snuggled up to him, his back to your chest with your head nuzzling into the dip of his shoulder, hugging him loosely in your arms.
As if he could sense you, his hand found yours and he leaned back closer to you, enjoying the warmth you're exhibiting.
You fell asleep like that, with Satan comfortable in your arms, unaware of the comfort you're bringing him.
The next morning he denied ever being the little spoon.
Belphegor had fallen asleep on the couch and you were too tired to carry him. Plus the fact you didn't want to disturb his peaceful nap... You brought a blanket and tucked it around him, returning to your shared bedroom not soon after.
You woke up in the middle of the night when you felt someone's stare.
Standing at the edge of the bed was Belphegor, eyes narrowed in the middle of the night as the blanket you had covered him with fell loosely over his body.
You almost screamed.
"You left me alone on the living room," he grumbled, laying on the bed with his back facing you.
You wanted to smack him.
But you didn't, of course, you're too sleepy to use much energy. Instead, you crawled over to him and enveloped him in your embrace.
"Sorry, didn't want to wake you up."
He said nothing, but he did reach hold of your hand, leaning his head against you before falling back into a peaceful slumber.
You joined him, but not before telling him how he's a brat.
He smirked in his sleep.
It's tiring. It's tiring to be a demon prince. With all the political relationships he needs to maintain and the responsibilities he needs to carry, his energy had depleted from all the meetings and paperwork he had to attend that day.
When he entered your bedroom, you had visibly brighten up as you met eyes with him, setting your DDD down on the bedside table and patting the empty spot besides you. He crawled into bed, dropping on top of you and letting his large body drape over yours.
He didn't even bother to change out of his day uniform, not that you mind.
With Diavolo nuzzling into your chest, you combed a hand through his hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Busy day, love?" you asked, the other hand rubbing soothing circles into his back.
He hummed, eyes closed as he hears the rhythm of your heartbeat, letting it slowly lull him to sleep, feeling warm and at peace in your arms.
He'd give the world if it meant he could have you.
Barbatos didn't know how you two ended up like this. One moment he was wiping countertops in the kitchen and the next he was laying down in bed, face buried in your stomach with his arms wrapped around you, a sigh of contentment leaving his lips.
What charm did you use to be able to coax him into cuddling so easily?
It's always a mystery how you brought peace into his life, making him feel alive and not just a being that exists outside of time and space. Someone who's capable of love and be loved. Your existence in and of itself was a blessing he didn't know he needed.
You were tracing his arms, writing down a seemingly random pattern until he focused and realized you were writing the same three words, over and over again.
He held you tighter, wishing this time could last forever, where nothing else exists, but you and him.
The second Simeon finished his manuscript, he had immediately tackled you and attacked you with kisses when you were reading, you giggling all the while as you coaxed him into bed with you.
"Want some cuddles?" you asked as you steadied your breathing from all the laughter he'd forced out of you.
He gave a small nod and laid on top of you, his head on your chest as he snuggled impossibly closer.
"Sorry I haven't been able to spend time with you lately," he mumbled, basking in your warmth and inhaling the scent of you.
You hummed, giving him a kiss on the forehead.
He smiled, a small genuine smile, as he let the calmness of your presence wash over him.
"I love you, starlight," he said, tightening his arms around you.
You repeated the three words back to him and he listens closely to your heartbeat, glad to have someone he can call his.
You've known Solomon long enough to know he's not sleeping. He's very much still awake, though he's trying to ease your mind that he's capable of getting some shut eye after the failed experiment he'd been focusing on for the past few months.
"Solomon," you called, propping yourself on one elbow. He didn't budge, of course, keeping his eyes closed, breathing steady as he pretended to be asleep.
You narrowed your eyes before nearing him and laying back down, an arm around his torso with your legs entangled in his, burying your face in between his shoulder blades.
"I'm here for you, you know?"
He knows, and betraying his stance, he laced his fingers with yours and hummed a quiet affirmation; you tightened your hold on him.
He's glad to have you as his source of comfort.
A/N: Idk what I'm writing, Idk what I wrote, but have this for now while I work on the series.
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