#an: look i have a LOT OF FEELS for tiddy man diavolo

[lysmune]

Promises of

      A thousand things that she believes the Demon Prince to be, and a thousand times he proves her wrong.

(Diavolo/F!Reader)

     Promises of a painful, slow death is what she believes he’ll give her, but a radiant smile dispels her fears. With liquid ambrosia for eyes and vermillion-struck hair, she’s never seen someone so intimidating, so contrary.

     “I hope your year in the Devildom is a great one!” the stranger chirps, loud and booming, and friendly.

     “Thank you,” is all she manages.

     Promises of a scornful, prideful visage  is what she believes is his flair, but he bears no ill-will towards the hubris of humanity. A thousand lights splayed below the balcony, a gaze set onto the distant future, graced by the soft glow of hope, he tells her that he wishes for peace, more than anything.

     “Don’t all you demons despise us?” she piques and he laughs deeply, sonorous in the never ending darkness.

     “Maybe, but I,” and he turns to look at her with a gentleness that she’s never thought to find in a hell-spawned man, “I find human souls, flawed as they are, beautiful.”

     Promises of friendship is what she believes would be the farthest thing possible, but when he calls her in invitation to see the black roses blooming in his greenhouse, she finds that maybe, it isn’t the most far-fetched situation.

     “Look!” he exclaims excitedly, pointing towards a small bird, tufted in crimson, its winding onyx tail fluttering as it perches itself on the flower’s stem. “It’s a black-tailed canary. It’s a bird native to the Devildom.”

     “How pretty,” she comments, watching the bird fixate its beady eyes on her before it takes off into flight.

     Lord Diavolo chuckles beside her. “Seeing such lovely things up close really does lift my spirits,” he murmurs in awe, in wonder, underscored by a melancholia she can’t quite fathom.

     In response, she presses her hand on his shoulder, humming in agreement; he simply smiles.

     Promises of gold is what she believes would catch his fancy, but his curiosity lies in the fleeting moments caught in polaroids. From swirling pink blossoms to the grin of an aquarium’s beluga, to the cascading reds of a maple autumn and a white winter’s falling snow; he finds joy in all these.

     “This is my favourite,” he notes fondly and she leans over to look at the object of his attraction. It is the simple snapshot of a summer daybreak, the first light of dawn. “The sun never rises here in the Devildom, so I’ve always been curious about it. Your world’s truly blessed.”

     How the Underworld’s Prince is so much of an optimist, she’d probably never know, but it warms her to see him so full of life.

     When he passes the picture back to her, she shakes her head and, with more than a little uncertainty, presses her fingers against his hand.

     “Keep it,” she insists. “Consider it a gift for the hospitality you’ve shown me.”

     Promises of an uneventful night is a relatively easy feat, she believes, but the seven brothers prove her wrong when she’s crowned the guest of honour. They shower her with neatly wrapped gifts, words of gratitude and a group hug so earnest it moves her to tears.

     They take turns dancing with her tonight, seven brothers gliding through seven different musical pieces. Mammon steps up into a bold, thrilling hustle; Leviathan sways with unusual confidence in a jazzy foxtrot; Satan twirls her into a fittingly passionate tango; Asmodeus sweeps her around in an excelsior schottische; Beelzebub rounds a blustering, grinning quickstep; Belphegor drifts into a draping, dreamy carousel and Lucifer, unsurprisingly, leads her gracefully into a viennese waltz.

     What does surprise her, however, is when the Prince comes up to her, requesting her for a dance. “If you’re not too tired, of course.”

     She smiles and places her hand atop his, letting his fingers curl around hers. “No, it would be my honour,” is all it takes for him to capture her breath in a slow, seamless waltz that lasts a beat longer than it should.

     Promises of a shrinking distance isn’t what she foresaw, but he is insistent in having her company, which she, admittedly, isn’t too bothered about. He greets her jovially when he meets her in front of AkuDonald’s, dressed down in a maroon Oxford shirt and beige khakis, a pair of shades completing his look; she wonders if that’s his way of avoiding attention.

     As they both stand in line, he strikes up polite conversation, questioning her how she’s been, how her classes are going, how she’s finding RAD and the seven brothers, and she is, quite frankly, genuinely surprised by how much she’s come to enjoy the entire affair. He’s about to answer when they hit the front of the line, a tired looking demon snippily asking for their order.

     Like always, she goes for the fried shadow goose AkuBurger, the six-pack AkuGizzards and a blushberry slushie. He takes a little more time deciding, but eventually settles for the Hellfire DoubleAkuBurger and a Blackburn coffee before he insistently pays for their meal. Tipping her head down in thanks, she takes the tray and leads him towards a relatively private corner in the joint where he tucks into his lunch undisturbed.

     “Do you come here often?” he prompts and she shrugs, swallowing her food down.

     “Enough,” she responds. “The food here is generally safe for me to not die from.”

     He chuckles. “Not a fan of Devildom cuisine?”

     “Just not nearly as bold to eat something with ‘Double Poison’ tacked onto it,” she explains. Catching him eyeing her gizzards, she picks one up in between her fingers and offers it to him. “They’re good.”

     Leaning forward, without so much of a warning, he takes it from her hand with his teeth and she stiffens, embarrassed, unsure if he’s being serious or just messing with her, or if he’s just dense.

     “You’re right,” he answers, happily smiling as he licks his lips, “they are.”

     She tries not to think about it too hard, simply nodding in agreement before they pass the rest of the time with small-talk, light banter and the never-ending cringe of dad jokes so terrible she has to laugh at each one. Once they’ve finished and exited the premises, he thanks her for her time today, smiling as he always does.

     “I had a lot of fun,” she gladly admits, to which he hums, pleased.

     “I did, too,” he reciprocates and then, a little less playfully, a little more seriously, “If it’s alright with you, let me walk you home.”

     “You don’t -“

     “I want to,” he assures, insists. “I enjoy your company and I’d like us to spend more time together.”

     She warms at his boldness, more evident today than any other, at the way he tentatively reaches for her hand in consent, in invitation, and she accepts it with a nod. With a smile that crinkles his eyes and a careful hold, he leads her back to the House of Lamentation.

     Promises of constant contact is something she’s sure he isn’t one to keep, especially given his consistently packed schedule, but when she’s back in the Human World, her D.D.D rings most often with his name.

     He fills her days with updates on work, on Lucifer’s increasingly baggy eyes, lamenting at how much less bright the Devildom is without her.

     “You’re being dramatic,” she chuckles as she picks up a carton of eggs. “It’s not that bad.”

     “No, it is,” he implores with a huff. “The brothers miss you, including Lucifer, even if he denies it. Teasing him is no fun anymore,” he protests and she clicks her tongue at him. There’s a pause before a sigh, then, “I’m not being honest here.”

     “No?”

     “No,” he repeats; “I miss spending my time with you, I miss being able to see you, I miss talking to you in person. I miss you; I miss you a lot.”

     She runs her fingers through her hair and oh, fuck, he really shouldn’t spring these things onto her. She’s sure he can hear her heart over the phone when it’s this loud.

     Tightening her grip on the trolley’s handle, she responds with an, “I miss you, too.”

     Promises of staying away are best upheld because they’re the smarter option, the safer option, but when she’s back in the Devildom, she‘s compelled to see him again. Barbatos directs her to his study, knocking on the door before he leaves her by the room just as Lord Diavolo lets her in.

     The wind is knocked right out of her chest when he scoops her into a tight hug and she eases into his arms, burying her face into his chest. He smells faintly of warm spice and agarwood, of a familiarity she’s sorely longed for.

     “I’m glad you’re back,” he whispers, the hint of a tremble in his voice.

     “I am, too.”

     Promises of subtlety is a given, she believes, but he hasn’t much thought for it when he clasps a golden bracelet onto her wrist. It is a simple chain, studded with tiny opals, and much too lavish for someone who’s come here as an exchange student.

     “This is a little excessive, don’t you think?” she asks, raising a brow as she fiddles with the accessory, to which he frowns.

     “Do you not like it?” he inquires and she shakes her head.

     “No, I do,” she assures, and she really does. It’s a beautiful piece of jewellery, it’s just that, “I’m not quite sure if I’m so deserving of such things.”

     At that, he takes her hand, pulling her a little closer. “You are,” he affirms softly, gently lacing his fingers with hers. “Let me be a little selfish.”

     She chuckles. “You’re being selfish by giving me a gift?”

     “No,” he replies as he levels her with a crackling, sparking gaze and her heart skips a beat. “I’m being selfish because I want you to myself.”

     Promises of indulgence are what she believes to be a demon’s domain, but he simply holds her in his arms most nights, content with the simple pleasure of having her there with him, of talking to her, of hearing her say his name without the formalities.

     “You’re not anything like I thought a demon would be,” she muses as he hugs her tighter from behind, letting her head rest on the line of his shoulder.

     He chuckles, pressing his lips to hers sweetly, briefly. “No?”

     “I expected them to be a little more ...” she trails off in search for a word, then, “churlish.”

     “I can be,” he mumbles while he lazily nibbles at her ear, patterns kisses into her jaw and the exposed column of her neck. “I’m just being polite.”

     She hums. “Maybe.”

     “You don’t think so?”

     “No,” she responds with a peck to his cheek, hand coming up to the side of his head, pulling him closer against her. “I think you’re just a touch holy.”

     His skims her skin with tongue and teeth, breaths warm, chuckling as he does. “You’re bold to say that to the Prince of Hell.”

     Promises of a Lord unshaken is what she believes the demons see, but behind all the closed doors, he bares his vulnerability to her against the starless, perpetual nights.

     “Do you want to talk, Diavolo?” she asks. He’s silent for a moment before he offers his hand to her. She takes it and he pulls her to his side, letting his arm drape down to hold her at her waist.

     Overlooking the city sprawled under him, he sighs. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing,” he confesses under his breath, the uncertainty wavering his voice. “I want peace between all the realms, but do they? Do my people?”

     "You don’t think they want that?”

     “We’re demons. War is within our very nature,” he states simply, pressing her a little closer to him. “A few of us are fallen angels, others human, but most demons were born here, and all of us are vengeful, resentful creatures,” he murmurs; she says nothing. “The fallen angels want nothing to do with the Celestial Realm, the human-turned-demons carry over their hate and the rest of us have just always had a taste for destruction.

     “For most of us, we’ve always felt like the two worlds looked at us with nothing but contempt. When Heaven smites an angel unruly, they’re punished into being a devil; when humans talk about eternal torture, we’re the very picture of it. Demons are a proud folk, we give back the respect we’ve been shown, but when everyone has only ever hated us, what is there to be but bitter? And the cycle keeps going, it has for the last thousands of centuries.”

     “I’m sorry,” is all she can offer and he chuckles.

     “Please, it’s alright,” he assures with a smile, though it’s wearied with the burdens of a leader. “I’m just ... wondering.”

     She isn’t sure what to say to him, if she can even comfort him. She’s no angel, or demon, and even as a human, she’s never been a particular occult; she’s just an exchange student who lacks understanding of the tension’s nuance.

     “Look, hey,” she starts, “I know I’m not the best person to say it, but your people respect you. They might squabble with Heaven or us humans, but they’ve put their trust in you; otherwise, in all honesty, I think they’d have just eaten me and Solomon alive.”

     He cracks a small, tiny smile at that.

     “You needed mutual agreement between all the realms for this exchange program, and you did it. If that tells me anything, it’s that they’re probably tired of all the fighting, too,” she surmises. He laughs, just barely, before he bends down to kiss her forehead, letting it linger.

     When he pulls away, he says, “Thank you, that helped.”

     “Did it?”

     He hums. “A little,” he responds, loosening his grip on her. “I need to be alone for a while, is that okay?”

     “Take all the time,” she answers. Placing a quick kiss onto his cheek, she turns on her heel and walks away. Comforting demon royalty isn’t something she’s good at, and maybe she never will be, but space? Space is something she can give him.

     Promises of ‘unto death do us part’ is tradition, the idea of a romance that spans the fire of life until it’s snuffed out by a swing of the scythe, but she believes that mortality is fickle to him. A being of a thousand years that will live on for a thousand more, and she fills in the mere potential century; a year for him is a decade for her.

     Yet here he is, knotting the string of his life to her in promise. “Make a pact with me,” he declares, bringing her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles as though she were royalty.

     Her breath hitches. “Diavolo.”

     “Let me be yours,” the demon pleads, yearns, longs and she’s a little taken aback by the openness of it all.

     “You don’t have to,” she says but he surges, drawing her in.

     “I want to,” he asserts, unyielding, though she’s still unconvinced.

     An act of binding. That’s what it means to be tied down to a contract, and she knows full well what the consequences are, for the both of them, should any of them trespass their terms. With the seven brothers, she did as the situation demanded, but with Diavolo, there’s absolutely nothing that warrants it.

     He seems to sense her unease, because he squeezes her hand, brings her closer. “It’ll be fine,” he assures; “Let me show you what you mean to me.”

     “I know where I stand with you,” she tells him as she raises a hand to cup his cheek.

     “Do you?” he asks in rhetoric, pressing his lips against her pulse, eyes locking onto hers. “You needn’t ask and I’d gladly give a century of my life for you, freely offer you my soul, and even if you love me less, leave me for a human, I’d regret none of it.”

     She swallows his words when he presses his lips to hers, wholly engulfed by the sincerity of it all. Gentle as always, tender as always, and none of the demon she’d thought he’d be, his hand coming up to caress her face. He leaves her lightheaded, breathless, forehead touching hers, the warmth between them near unbearable.

     “I trust you, utterly and entirely; let me show you that I do,” he murmurs and she clasps her hands behind his neck, her lips hovering above his.

     “Nothing I say will change your mind, will it?”

     He chuckles. “I’m afraid not.”

     Promises of sacrifice and loyalty, they aren’t taken lightly by the laws of a contract, but he pledges himself anyway, so readily and so staunchly she almost falters.

     In reverence, he traces the mark - his mark - that runs from her shoulder and coils around her arm, marvelling at the sight of it. “Was it painful?” he asks as he glances to her, worry underscoring his words.

     She shrugs and offers him a smile in hopes it’ll reassure him. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

     Leaning in to thumb a kiss to her clavicle, he chuckles low. “Sometimes I forget you’ve made pacts with the seven strongest demons here,” he says and the pride in his voice makes her chest swell.

     “Eight,” she corrects while she cards her fingers through his hair, trailing the curl of his horns, eliciting a quiet, pleased hum from him.

     “Eight,” he repeats in satisfaction before he lifts his head up to meet her and she, emboldened, enraptured, captures his lips in fervour.

     Agarwood and warm spice, she drinks the taste of him, smoky lapsang and carbon ashen. He spills her name into her mouth, once more into the spellbound night when she punctures a soft bite into the juncture of his neck, a hymnic praise that makes her feel nothing less of otherworldly. He almost - almost - whines when she pulls away, chuckling as she does.

     Under her, he’s nothing short of breathtaking, with topazes for eyes and vermillion hair, and dark skin marked by black, steeped in gold. Triangular patterns of red hiss around his throat, the newly formed pact pulsing with magic and she trails her fingers across them, enamoured.

     “You’re beautiful,” she finds herself professing and he lets out a quiet laugh, Adam’s apple bobbing under her touch, the sound reverberating.

     “I’m all yours,” he surrenders and she’s touched, honoured by the sincerity of his proclamation. “I will be until you say I no longer am.”

     “And I, yours,” she promises before she laces her fingers with his and kisses him once more.

[simplyotometrash]

Asking them to lay on top of you

One of my most popular headcanons was this with the demon brothers. So, I'm gonna do it with the former undateables (minus Luke, Luke is baby)

Diavolo:

Huh?

He thought he misheard you.

Then you repeated the question to him.

"Darling, is this some human thing? I won't deny you what you want, but I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you."

"It's okay, Dia, I'm just...wanting some comfort right now. Laying with weight on me is super comforting. You don't have-"

And suddenly you've been scooped up and now he's laying partially on top of you.

If you wanted it for the comfort you should have led with that!

Diavolo adores you, he wants you to get the comfort you need and is proud to be the one to provide it.

Like Beel, he will not lay with his full weight on you.

Diavolo is a big man (with big tiddies) and he doesn't want to crush you.

So he opts to lay on in between your legs with his head on your chest.

You get to lay with his weight on you, he gets to listen to your heartbeat

You're both winners!

Barbatos:

I doubt he'll tell you no.

He can't really say no to you anyway.

"Of course I'll do this for you. If I can provide you with some comfort by laying on you then I'm more than happy to oblige."

His skin is cool to the touch, not warm, but it's super soothing.

Barbatos wants to do anything he can for you.

This becomes a routine.

He can pretty much sense when you're in need of comfort and the two of you will lay together for as long as you need.

He honestly takes solace in these moments.

Your presence, you lightly trailing your hand across his back or playing with his hair, is soothing to him.

He gets used to it and does look forward to it.

It gets to a point where it's just how you guys lay together a lot of the time.

Simeon:

"Sure, love, I'm happy to do this for you!"

He doesn't question it but he can't say that he understands it.

If you find it comforting and you want him to lay on you, then he's gonna do it!

It's just another way to cuddle and he's not gonna deny you cuddles.

Simeon is a man who loves to cuddle with his beloved.

"I'm not too heavy for you am I, my love?"

"No, Simeon, you're not too heavy at all. Your weight is so comforting!"

Happy smiles, slightly bashful Simeon.

He sometimes will ask you if you'll lay on him, switching things up.

He wants to see if it feels comforting like you say.

And the man LOVES it

It does feel comforting!

It's now his favorite way to cuddle.

You take turns so that you both get to feel each other's weight.

Solomon:

Sorcerer boy is asking you first

Or at the same time.

You both like the idea of laying on top of each other, for the comfort the weight brings.

"Solomon, will you lay on top of me-" "MC, can you lay on me-"

Followed by you both laughing until you're crying.

You guys get each other. You just do.

So you take turns laying on top of each other.

Solomon thought he would prefer you be on top of him but he quickly realized...

He loves laying on you.

You play with his hair, you hold him there as if he were a stuffed animal.

And he feels so secure and content in your arms and on top of you.

I think wizard boy likes to be held so this feeds into it.

He's centuries-old and needs the physical touch.

This turns into a big comfort thing for both of you.

[jackalopesao3]

Reasons to Love Diavolo

Reason why I love Diavolo

Started writing this on Halloween for Diavolo's birthday! A bit of a late entry but here's some reasons to love this big puppy!

🔥 He likes cats! In Satan's birthday Devilgram, you find out that Diavolo is also a cat lover! This is reason enough for me in my book!

🔥 Diavolo is the charming type of chaotic. I love how he's always stirring things up when he's bored. It keeps things interesting. His pranks are pretty harmless and seeing how the brothers react can be quite entertaining. Despite all the chaos he's still such a sweetheart. Lucifer has a hard time staying mad at him except for that one recent event!

🔥 Despite being the future king of Hell, Diavolo has proven time and time again to be kind. In fact, he's probably nicer than a lot of humans and angels out there. He takes criticism to heart and doesn't abuse his power.

🔥 He is a lonely boy. I don't know if anyone else has picked up on this but Diavolo is, in fact, quite lonely. He seems to yearn for the relationship the brothers have with MC. He wants relationships like that. With his status, it's hard for him to find friendships where one will be completely open and honest with him. That's where MC comes in. I feel as though Diavolo genuinely values MC's friendship because they're real with him.

🔥 He likes cute things! The lord of the underworld has an affinity for cute things.

🔥 Have you seen this man blush?! Have you?!

Exhibits A & B, my people!

Look at that fucking face and tell me he is not the most precious specimen you've ever seen!

🔥 He genuinely cares about those in his service.

🔥 He's a himbo! How can you not love an adorable himbo?

🔥 He has nice tiddies

[7demonhoes]

The demon boys during a night out drinking with you

This turned out a little longer than expected, whoops. Hope you like it!!

Warnings: alcohol mention, swearing

Gender neutral MC

Mammon:

Ya’ll know the avatar of greed doesn’t know when to stop when he’s having a good time

So when the two of you decide to go bar hopping, he goes a bit crazy with his liquor

He’s taking shots of rum and tequila like the Four Horsemen are going to ride through the Devildom the next morning

Even with that devilish tolerance of his, he feels those shots eventually and is staggering by the time you two decide to go home 

"MC hold my hand" "MC carry me" 

If you hold his hand, he swings your arms back and forth like a giddy little kid 

He loses that tsundere personality when drunk, instead using every excuse to touch you-- an arm around your shoulder, curling a finger around your hair, teasingly poking you in the side 

"MC I have a secret but I can't tell you what it is shhhh" *mushes his finger against your lips* 

While you walk home, if some demon even tries to LOOK your way he's shrugging himself off you to go fight the poor bastard 

"You lookin' at MY human? I got dibs on that one, ya hear?" 

If you don't snuggle with him for at least half an hour once you get back home he'll be pouty for the rest of the week.

Satan: 

One day you wake up with the best idea: sneak drinks into an escape room and try to get out together while absolutely plastered 

*Cue detective Satan* 

"MC I've connected the dots. I know who locked us in here." 

"Satan that's not the point of this at all." 

"It was the man who was pretending to be helpful by showing us around the building. He locked us in here." 

"Satan that's literally his job" 

Once he finally remembers what you're actually doing there, he solves the riddle in minutes. 

You spend the rest of the night wandering the shops of the Devildom, occasionally wandering into a restaurant or bar to get some more drinks. 

Satan gets the drinks with the coolest names or the beers with the most aesthetically pleasing bottles/cans 

You guys decide to head back a little early but once you pass a park on the way home Satan dashes into the trees 

"What the FUCK are you doing??"

"MC shush I heard meowing!" 

Aaaannnd now you two are hiding a cat in the HoL. Satan is glad to raise a child with you.

Asmodeus: 

Bitch you're going CLUBBIN

You guys coordinated your outfits and are looking fine af

Asmo is all about class: Martinis, cosmos, pretty much anything in a fancy looking glass 

Drinks just as much as Mammon but mostly because you two are dancing so hard he barely feels it 

"Honey you're looking fine but that outfit would look much better around your ankles" 

When the two of you have to pee, you become best friends with every other drunk person in the bathroom 

Compliments and flirts with everyone he sees 

His dancing is very…. Sensual. Yumm 

Once you guys decide to walk your sore feet home, he has his arms wrapped around your waist the entire time 

"Oooh we have to do this again! I had the greatest time with you!" 

If you're feeling like having some fun with him, you know that the night is far from over

All of the other brothers are jealous the next morning because you and Asmo are giggling at your new inside jokes during breakfast

Beel: 

The bars you want to go to have snacks? He's in. 

He's just happy to spend time with you 

He drinks for the taste-- he likes beer, especially stouts 

It's a pretty chill night, honestly-- the two of you sit and talk in dimly lit, quiet bars 

You hit one last bar, thinking that it'll be a short stop but you end up staying there until close because of the wonderful conversations you're having 

You stand up to leave and the world swivels around you. Holy crap did you actually drink that much??? 

Beel's obviously feeling it too, but he's more focused on keeping you from stumbling than his own lack of sobriety

He ends up getting too worried that you'll fall so he just sweeps you off your feet and decides to carry you bridal style 

His chest is a very nice pillow cuz, you know, tiddies

He's super affectionate while drunk. He nuzzles his cheek on the top of your head while carrying you, humming quietly as he does 

"You can go to sleep MC, I don't mind, even if you do snore" 

Once you get back home, he carries you up to your room and gets you ready for bed-- he even goes so far to do your skincare routine for you. 

He decides to lie down with you (just for a bit!) but accidentally falls asleep with you curled in his arms. He greets you the next morning with a huge, warm smile 

Levi: 

By some miracle, you convinced him to leave the house 

He complains a bit about not being surrounded by his 2-D friends until you find an arcade that also serves drinks 

The two of you compete in Every. Game. Loser has to drink. 

You're sloshed pretty quickly. You think you could beat a nerd who's constantly playing games in his room? Sucker. 

Levi likes fruity drinks. He's not ashamed of it, but he never really drinks in front of his brothers because they tease him for it

"You're different, though. I mean, whatever! It's not like I care what you think! I mean don't get me wrong, I like you a lot but-- GAH!" 

When he's drunk he's actually hilarious. Everything he keeps to himself is just blurted out of his mouth and damn that boy is funny 

"Business idea: Fuckin…. Light Up Heelies. If I wore those babies to RAD I'd be drowning in bitches" 

On your way back home, he decides to tell you all of his secrets. Nothing is embarrassing when you're drunk. He will later regret this. 

"MC you could punch me in the face and I think I'd say thank you. No really. Just punch me. I've been thinking about asking you for weeks" 

The two of you stay up late watching stupid vines/tik toks and laughing so hard that you wake everyone else up

Belphie: 

It's really hard to get him drunk because after a few drinks he gets even sleepier 

You jokingly suggested that you just hook him up to an IV filled with vodka and he said yes. You think it's a horrible idea but now he wants to try it 

You compromise by taking five shots back to back 

You realize that was a mistake pretty quickly but Belphie feels awake enough to go out 

You guys go to lively clubs and bars, but Belphie's version of dancing his bobbing his head while sitting down 

Trying to keep up with demons is hard. How are you this drunk. Belphie's barely even tipsy and he's had more drinks than you 

Homeboy likes to order the grossest kinds of alcohol on the menu "What? It's cheap" 

"MC want to see something fucked up" *does it without waiting for your answer* 

He tries to convince you to give him a piggyback ride on the way home

The kind of drunk that calls you names the entire night like "loser" "crackhead" "my dumb human" 

Tries to run into ongoing traffic like seven times 

Tells you he wants to play games and chat when you get back home but he just passes out against your doorway 

Lucifer: 

This man is all about dimly lit, classy establishments that serve overpriced cocktails with cool names and ingredients

Definitely a whisky/bourbon/wine guy 

There's a piano at the lounge. You tell him to go play it, and he flat out refuses

*Four drinks later* "And here's a song I wrote for you during the lonely hours of the night" 

He slowly becomes more and more affectionate-- placing his hand on top of yours, touching the small of your back whenever you walk anywhere together, resting his palm against your thigh 

Compliments your outfit all the time 

He slowly lets his guard down and he starts fondly talking about all of his brothers and tells you his favorite stories 

You thought Mammon was an attention-seeking drunk? He's nothing compared to the touch starved, caffeine deprived Lucifer 

"MC let's slow dance" "MC I'm so happy you're here" "MC I wish you could stay with us forever" 

He keeps you close on the way home, his arm around your waist. He occasionally digs your face into the crook of your neck and his hot breath triggers goosebumps to tingle along your flesh

"Sometimes I dream about you, me, and Diavolo traveling to some distant country and living together without ever thinking of the world's problems" 

Cooks for you when you get back and uses every excuse to stay up just a little bit longer with you

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Hey so I was bored and instead of going to bed I stayed up till 5 answering these questions for Giorno sooooooo they’re all under the cut, some more headcanon than others. Pretty much all more on the serious side, though there are one or two sweeter ones~

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

Giorno has Versace, Rykiel, and Ungalo who are at least more near Giorno age-wise than Jorge Joestar. Giorno is probably most close with Rykiel, and decently closer with Versace, and probably less with Ungalo.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

As much as Giorno's mom neglected him often and lacked in communication with him, knowing how Dio impacted her made him a bit more forgiving, enough that Giorno at least ensures that she continues to be financially stable and safe from any mafia related harm.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Giorno doesn't even bother considering his stepdad his dad, and always addresses him by his first name, never referring to him as anything that might make him seem like a fatherly figure. Giorno barely even talks about his stepfather unless he has to really. Giorno has zero (0) respect for him.

When Giorno was young, he indeed did once admire the imaginary father figure that he conjured up in his head to cope with his poor situation as a child. But with the crushing reality of what his father had done and how he had harmed so many including his mother (though it led to his existence), he can't really think much of him. He appreciates the traits that he inherited from Dio and how his image helped him cope as a child, but nothing more than that really.

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Giorno has only told 3 people of his encounter with the made-man as a child, Bruno, Mista, and Polnareff.

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

A nice leather wallet (he still keeps the picture of Dio on the inside), a smartphone with a super protective cover (stand fights can get pretty chaotic), and he usually keeps a pen in his jacket. He doesn’t keep much on him.

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

In mostly all of his dreams, Giorno will at least see or be with currently living friends/comrades/family, but never in nightmares.

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Giorno tends to have a lot of nightmares in which he is running from something. He also tends to see the dead. Dio likes to visit him sometimes.

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Mista helped him with target practice. He shot at a couple of lined up soda cans. One of them was Narancia's unopened Fanta orange and when Giorno shot it Narancia realized and got angry at Mista. He had practiced before their fight with Secco and Ciocolatta.

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Definitely. Giorno has practically limitless funds as the don of Italy and partnered with the Speedwagon Foundation. Meanwhile, Giorno was lower class as a kid due to his mom being interrupted during school because of Dio and thus not being able to get as decent work, and his stepdad drinking and gambling their money away.

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

It's more of a question of tighter or looser clothing when it comes to Giorno, and Giorno tends to like tighter clothing. He feels more comfortable when he's more confident in himself, and showing off his figure helps him do so. Though yes, he does like his tiddie window.

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

The first time his mother left him alone at home as a kid, the time that his stepdad yelled at him with a knife in his hand rather than a belt, the time when he and Mista faced Ghiaccio, and the time when the gang had to face off with Diavolo, especially when they couldn't figure out whose body he was in.

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

When Giorno was trying to plan how to kill the guy (name?) on the island (name?) with Mista, but when he went to look over at Mista, he was just sitting at a table feeding his sex pistols lunch. The sight of such a scene with the tiny sex pistols bickering with each other and Mista acting like a mom to his very own stand almost made Giorno break out into laughter right there and then. It definitely put him at ease though. Can't say it was his most calm but it definitely was a moment.

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Giorno isn't really bothered by the sight of blood more than the sight of who it's coming from. If it's coming from a friend/comrade/family/innocent person then he doesn't like it.

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Giorno has a decently good memory, or more like, he has to. As a don, forgetting the names and faces of business partners is very troublesome, so Giorno's mind has definitely sharpened over time throughout his work.

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

I mean, it doesn't take up his full attention but he does know when and how to treat himself, and doesn't abuse their funds to do so in excess.

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

Happiness. For sure. People may think he's a success-driven man, striving to be a perfect don, which he is, in his work at least, but the bigger picture in Giorno's head is definitely happiness, of others and himself, and he makes sure to never forget that in every step he takes.

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Giorno had a pillow shaped like a ladybug that he adored. He didn't have too many toys as a kid but he did get a Power Rangers action figure set for one Christmas that he was fond of.

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

Giorno definitely admires both, but it's harder for him to admire someone with a lack of ambition.

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

1) He's super busy. 2) It's hard to get him to open up emotionally. This hasn't hindered any of his previous relationships though as he hasn't had any.

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

Probably more in ways of self-criticism, but not to look down at himself, more of to build himself and strive for better.

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

Giorno tries to think factually and realistically most often, but in a much more emotionally involved situation he does tend to point fingers at himself over others for sure.

What does your character like in other people?

A will of their own. Someone that’s not afraid to make their own decisions, even if they may go against others, for the sake of something they believe in or something for the greater good.

What does your character dislike in other people?

The opposite of that ^.

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnot very quick. It honestly depends; it really isn't as simple as black or white. It's not as if the people he meets all start off with zero trust, but he knows how to be cautious of others and be smart with his actions and words for the sake of protecting himself and others and whatnot.

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

Giorno never makes rash decisions, but he doesn't always have the time to think through decisions as fully as he'd want to. If the need comes for there to be a quick decision, he won't totally jump it, but it may not be thought through as much as he'd like it to be. Giorno definitely likes to think through situations, and tends to do so pretty quickly.

How does your character behave around children?

Giorno is a tad awkward with children, but it's hard to be absolutely perfect around children anyways. He knows how he'd like to be treated as a child, but he's not sure how well that translates to other kids, which makes him just a bit reluctant. But he's definitely decent enough.

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

It depends on how emotional the confrontation is and who it’s coming from. Business-wise, he's great at it. If it's friends bickering, he's good at it. If it's about something deeper that makes it more than bickering, it's tougher but he can do it. If it's a topic that hits him hard, he struggles for sure.

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

Same meter as the one above. Business-wise, great. Friends fighting, "Gold Experience!!" *vines wrap around them*, etc. If it’s something deep, sometimes ya gotta hash something out to get the message through, but if it gets to be too much he will “Gold Experience!”

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

Yes. Giorno would be a teacher though if he weren't a don.

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Stepdad. Spilled-out organs. He can handle gore but of course it gets gross at a point. Hence why Giorno likes to keep his killings clean if he can.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Giorno feels comfortable when giving or receiving affection. He also feels comfortable around friends, even just listening to them talk, even if he isn't talking with them, knowing that he's a part of them soothes him.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

When Giorno was spending time with the gang traveling and they would chatter like friends/a big family, meanwhile Giorno sat looking out the car window in silence, their voices blurring in the background. Having no real friends in the past and wanting to make friends with the crew, yet feeling alienated along with not knowing how to communicate with them and get closer really hurt Giorno. Even in the end after so many of them died, he really truly did care for them a bunch, but in all honesty, he couldn't say he knew any of them well like they had known each other.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Giorno is definitely most often willing to improve. If he isn't striving forward, he isn't living to the fullest.

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

He won't absolutely falsify the first option unless the evidence clearly shows, but he will move on to a different solution/method most likely. If the original method somehow eventually manages to prove otherwise, he'll readily move back.

How does your character behave around people they like?

Giorno doesn't put up as many fronts the more comfortable he is with you. He'll more readily joke with and tease you and things like that if he likes you.

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Giorno tends to keep a front up more around people he dislikes, just as a safety precaution. He'll tend to give them what they expect from him on the surface, but if they take a shot at Giorno or his beliefs then he's ready to fully go off on them.

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Both sort of tie together when you’re in the position of don, but as no one can really take Giorno's seat unless Speedwagon Foundation somehow managed to kick him off of it (boy would that be tough) he doesn't really need to defend his honor, but he does uphold it mostly in the ways he can being a don. Because sometimes, you really just aren't going to get respect from everyone, no matter what. Sometimes you have to make decisions that others don't like for the sake of the overall goodness of others.

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Remove a threat. Having a liability can be dangerous as a don.

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

Giorno let himself get bit by Mr. Snakey to protect his body from Purple Haze's virus during the Illuso fight! Thank you Mr. Snakey! :> He probably has been bitten by mosquitos and other common things but nothing out of the ordinary.

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Those that deserve his respect get his respect. Something as simple as a type of job is most likely not going to determine that. I mean, Giorno is a don that kills people often and makes harsh decisions. I'd think he wouldn't really be quick to judge people off of things as simple as what their job is.

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Giorno doesn't like the word deserve. Deserve is a word that implies factual causation but usually means more of wanting/desiring something, whether for yourself or others, and translating something as opinionated as want or desire, to something as factual as deserve implies, isn't too great. Giorno believes in earning things for sure.

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

His stepdad is technically his stepdad but Giorno never saw him as a parental figure at all. Giorno sometimes did view Bruno in a fatherly manner, but more of as an afterthought than something pertinent.

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

Giorno has a lot of people that work for him that he'd consider to be his big family. Giorno likes having a big happy family. He would be open to adopting if he ever desired to have a child of his own.

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

I think it shows more about Giorno to answer this with the phrase "I hate you." If it was for the sake of protecting someone that he loved, even if he loved them so much, he'd be ready to say he hated them just to protect them. He'd be ready to take the brunt of whatever burden for their happiness and safety.

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

Giorno goes to church on important days and whatnot and is technically Catholic, but that doesn't mean he puts his full trust into something that he can't prove. The thought of ceasing to think or exist absolutely scares Giorno to death, and is probably his greatest fear, right above the fear of being alone.

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Could you please do some sfw and nsfw headcannons of the obey me undatables (minus Luke because he's my son) with a chubby reader who is just the purest thing on earth and she wears cute skirts and dresses in pastel colours and loves cute plushies pretty please?

Hi there, Anon! I'll do the NSFW under the stop sign!

Undateables with pure, pastel, chubby reader who loves plushies!

Diavolo

🔥 He loves your chub. Thick thighs? Heck yeahs. Tummy pouch? Loves it! Chubby cheeks? Yes please! He will love every inch of your body! He will shower you with praises and kisses.

🔥 You are the perfect cuddling partner for him! You're so soft and squishy and he just wants to hold onto you forever! He likes to be the big spoon in bed.

🔥 Your pure and sweet nature captivates him. It's different being around you than it is around most other people he's come across. He's never felt so genuinely happy and relaxed with someone before. Diavolo loves that he can be himself around you.

🔥 He loves your dresses and pastel aesthetic. You look so cute! He loves to pick you up (no matter how tall/chubby you are) and carry you around. Your pastel looks so nice against his red.

🔥 Once he learns you love plushies, this boy will shower you in them. Seriously. He will fill your room in the House of Lamentation with them if you let him. He will give you a room in his castle JUST for your plushies. This boy will spoil you rotten.

Barbatos

⏳ Barb loves a thicc s/o too. This man loves every body type and appreciates them all in his own way. He will definitely tell you how beautiful you are multiple times throughout the day.

⏳ Your pastels and dresses remind him of a little doll which he finds absolutely adorable. You are wearing the perfect attire for a tea party. Barbatos loves to have intimate little tea parties with you. He may even buy you a few new dresses for your wardrobe.

⏳ Barbatos would not understand the love of plushies as he's never owned any but he would definitely buy you some more for your collection. He'll be interested in what types of plushies you have and if you gave them names.  

⏳ Barb might be a little worried he'll corrupt you. You're so pure and you make his heart feel whole.

Solomon

✨ Solomon thinks your extra chub is adorable. He likes to squeeze your love handles and cup your rear. The way your face heats up when he does this is super cute and he'll let you know that. His personal motto is, “Thick thighs save lives.”

✨ He thinks your dresses and pastel aesthetic makes you look like a cute little fairy or a wood nymph. Sometimes, he'll just catch himself staring at you in the middle of class. You're just so sweet and beautiful.

✨ Solomon is most likely to tease you out of all the undateables for your love of plushies. If he sees you snuggling with one, expect him to say, “God, I wish that were me.” He'll also buy you some new plushies for your collection. You're definitely getting a Cthulhu plushie from him.

✨ You're so pure! While he thinks that's sweet, he'd be super tempted to corrupt you, not in a bad way, of course. 😉

Simeon

💫 Angel boy thinks all body types are beautiful. Your chubby body reminds him of an adorable cherubim. He likes to come up and hug you from behind, you feel so soft in his arms.

💫 He loves the way you dress and your attitude. Are you sure you're not an angel? He likes to dance with you and watch your pastel dresses swirl around you as he twirls you.

💫 What are plushies? He'll ask you a bunch of questions about them, finding them quite cute. Simeon will definitely buy you a few more for your collection like a Pegasus and a unicorn.

💫 You are so pure and sweet that he's still not entirely convinced that you're not an angel. Being with you makes him feel warm and fuzzy.

NSFW

Diavolo

🔥 Diavolo will leave hickeys everywhere on your body: bite marks on your inner thighs, purple hickeys under your breasts, he likes to bite and suck anywhere you have some extra chub.

🔥 He will insist on wearing your thighs as earmuffs. Don't be afraid to sit on his face. In fact, please do. He's a big boy and he likes looking up at you as he fucks you with his mouth.

🔥 He loves to grab your ass and massage it or reach up to play with your chest while he goes down on you.

🔥 Please ride his dick! Diavolo loves watching your chest bounce as he's thrusting up into you.

Barbatos

⏳ Barbatos is definitely a closeted kinkster. He'll tie you up, whip you, and edge you over and over again until you're begging and crying for release. He likes leaving welts on your skin but only in places no one else will see. You are his pure little doll.

⏳ He’ll buy you a pastel blindfold and a pastel gag to match your attire. He loves to tease you and watch you squirm as you anticipate what he's going to do to you.

⏳ Barbatos loves to grip your love handles as he rails you from behind. He has a lot of stamina so he can take you again and again and again until you're a blubbering mess.

⏳ Barb will always reward you when you're a good girl. Do you want him to reward you with his fingers, tongue, or dick? Maybe he'll fuck you with all three.

Solomon

✨ He is definitely a kinky bastard. He likes to tie you to the bedpost and have his way with you, loves the way you tremble and shake in the bindings. Solomon will use magic in the bedroom. Pretty much anything you can imagine, he'll be glad to do.

✨ Like Diavolo, he will want to wear your thighs as earmuffs. In fact, he will loudly let you know that his ears are cold several times throughout the day, in front of anyone else that's around (except for Luke, he keeps his lewdness in check when there are youngins around).

✨ No matter how much taller or bigger you are than him, he will hold you up against the wall and fuck you thoroughly.

✨ Solomon will also insist that you ride his dick while he plays with your chest and squeezes your love handles.

Simeon

💫 Well, now you've gone and done it, you've corrupted an angel. He gets real hot under the collar when he thinks of you and those cute little dresses you wear and what you're hiding under them.

💫 He will buy you lingerie to match your pastel aesthetic. It doesn't stay on your body for too long though but he enjoys seeing you in it before he ravages you.

💫 Simeon will worship your body in the bedroom. He leaves soft kisses all over you and gives your chub fond squeezes. He likes to gently drag his teeth over your flesh and swirl his tongue over your more sensitive areas. He's a gentle and giving lover.

💫 He will suck your tiddies and massage them. If you want to be a pillow princess, he'll gladly go down on you for hours and watch you writhe on the bed.