#obey me! diavolo

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Shoutout to baby Diavolo for realising his father was a shitty dad & that he needed some real adult supervision so he goes out shopping for a brand new dad and picks possibly the oldest being in creation

Also makes adult Diavolo being so upset in S3 about forcing Barbatos into servitude so funny Babygirl you were a literal child - terrified and neglected - whom Barbatos could have wiped out of existence with a flick of his finger and instead he found you so adorable he decided for himself that he would look after you for the rest of eternity

Do you think Barbatos and Lucifer have ,(spiked) tea parties about once being powerful, respected, stoic and mostly solitary beings but then one day they decided to adopt some kid - who was a kind yet excitable ball of sunshine and wasn't getting the love, attention and/or understanding he needed from his current guardian - purely because they found him (and his sheer audacity) adorable and now they have to deal with the utter chaos their lives subsequently devolved into?

And you know how Luke is definitely Simeon's kid? And how Diavolo is definitely Barbatos's kid? And how Barbatos plays such a big role in Luke's life that he's basically Luke's other parent? And how married Barbatos & Simeon seem in their chat? Do you think one day Luke's gonna wake up in horror and realise the future Demon King is technically pretty much his step-brother?

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𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 — 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨 & 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut headcanons ( minors dni ), fem!reader, grinding, dry humping, begging, ab riding, over the panty stimulation, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

Beel always gets a little dazed when you say “Please, baby, I need you.” real sweet and straddle his lap. you’re still sleepy from a nap, clad in little more than his oversized muscle top and your panties.

like he’s awestruck; he just can’t believe something so pretty and needy exists.

“I’m almost done with these reps and then I’ll play with you after—“ he starts to say, jaw clenching as he grips the massive barbell with both hands, splayed out on the bench.

but you can’t help it, the way his chiseled form is laid out for you, and the diamonds of sweat against his temple and sparkling against the deep valleys of his abs has you purring, inching up higher on his lap, gripping his hands with your much smaller ones to hold on to the bar. you glide over his abs with ease, the firmness of the ridges rubbing through the thin, cotton lingerie to rouse your clit to life.

“Not after,” you pout, and he pauses, watching you grind into his bare torso, “now.”

at first, a cherry blush overtakes his cheeks. the visage of your arms above your head, holding on to his hands on the bar, keeping them and the barbell itself in place while your hips oscillate, dragging your core over his damp midsection until you start to soak a patch through them, and your eyes glittering with need and lust all but leaving him speechless— breathless.

“Okay.” was what he musters after a moment of awed staring, and when you mewl and snap your hips forward to ride the wave of his stomach, his own jut forward, muffling a low grunt. he must’ve been rock solid in his gym shorts by now. you would’ve bet a million Grimm that his base instincts had kicked in, and that all of the snorting he was doing as he lay back was the same reason his pupils were blown out black: he could smell your arousal and it was driving him crazy, too.

his eyeline falls to watch your grinding, becoming utterly mesmerized by the way you rock back and forth, and the damp bleeding through your panties. “You’re so wet.” he exclaimed in a breathy, half grunt, “Does it feel that good?”

and you nod, your nails biting into the backs of his hands as your pace quickens. your knees spur into his ribs, planting you firmly in place so you can strum yourself silly on his abdomen. “I’m so… so sensitive,” you whimper, rolling your body to focus all of the pressure on to your swollen, greedy clit, your eyelids flutter when it scrapes over one mountainous muscle pad, “Need— need to cum… Beel…”

“Should I—“

but you shook your head, fervent, and clamped down harder on his hands in case he tried to pull them from the bar. “Don’t,” you whine, “don’t do a thing, baby. Not a single, fucking thing.” your breath was broken into furious puffs now as you ride him, rasping your throbbing clitoris over him, leaving the sweet, addictive smell of your needy cunt smeared over his flesh. you knew he’d leave it there for the rest of the night, and his brothers would simmer in their jealousy every time they caught the scent. “I’m so close,” you urge, feeling a knot pulling tighter and tighter in your lower belly, “gonna cum all over your abs, baby.”

Beel’s eyes were wide and happy, a speechless smile tugging at his lips. you could tell by how tight the muscles in his arms were that he wanted to pull them from the bar, slide you back down to grind his cock against your soaking panties, but he doesn’t. instead, his hips rock back and forth, fucking the air in anticipation. “I wanna see…” he mumbles, fists now tight around the barbell. “Cum all over me, pretty girl.”

you had been so patient all night, sitting pretty, allowing Diavolo plenty of time to tend to the needs and concerns of those who reside in the Devildom, and there had been many.

however, by the time dinner was coming to a close, your patience was wearing thin.

it was his fault, you decided, for looking so dapper in his suit— not a single hair out of place, and smelling like vanilla bean and smoke. his fault for holding his big, warm, strong palm resting on your bare thigh underneath the slit of your skirt the whole time. his thumb grazing the silken flesh he found there.

you could tell that it was his way of apologizing for so little quality time spent with you today.

maybe you weren’t being as patient as you thought, after all. maybe he could see the desire to grab him and escape every time someone called his name. maybe you were huffing, and closing your eyes to keep from rolling them.

maybe Diavolo’s gentle circles against your leg was to calm you down.

but it was doing the opposite.

because his warmth was so damn close to your treasure now, so you stealthily glanced down at it, swallowing a gulp from your glass around the growing lump in your throat.

his paw is massive, and splayed out over the majority of your thigh, so you shift in your seat, opening your legs wider.

when his hand slides closer to your core, he casts you a warning glance, but you’re already staring at him from behind the glass you sipped from, brow quirked.

Diavolo chews on the inside of his cheek, his eyeline slowly dropping downward so as not to attract the attention of the dinner guests, but they become glued to your legs as they spread wider.

finally, you slip one hand under the table and grab hold of his wrist, guiding his to your panties, pressing against the dampness of them so Diavolo can feel how warm you are — how badly you want him.

and Diavolo responds in kind, pressing his thick fingers against your sex, seeking the swollen and throbbing bundle of nerves. when he finds her, he rubs in slow, hard circles.

you’d been holding on to the desire all day and most of the night, so his heavy handed nature against your most sensitive state has you stifling a needy whimper, trying your damndest to be as discreet as possible as you arch your back and rock your hips, dragging your desperate, clothed cunt over his hand.

your nails dig into his wrist, unsure if you want to ease him into a softer rhythm or try to force him to speed up.

but, the attention he was giving you felt too good to change even an iota.

before you knew it, you were squirming on his palm, struggling to keep your eyes from crossing, coming undone in forced silence.

looking up at his countenance was a mistake, because as soon as you did, you spotted a cheeky grin tickling his tiers, gems alight, and crimson cheeks. he was all too happy to play with you under the table, right in front of his dinner guests.

he might have even considered your inability to wait any longer the biggest compliment to be paid to him.

you knew that look all too well— and you knew this would not be the last time he got you off at dinner.

“What was that, baby?” Mammon crooned; a wicked smile etching his mouth upwards. oh, how he did so enjoy when you were under his thumb. “Tell me again, real clear this time.”

“Please,” you mewled, desperately arching your back off the bed, angling your core towards his. you could feel how hard the lump in his jeans was already, and you ached and buzzed and yearned for him to free his cock from the harshness of the fabric and bury it inside of you, “please, Mammon… I want your cock so badly.”

but Mammon only leans closer into your rocking, pressing the protuberance against your panties, one hand gripping the buckle on his own belt as he glances down through unruly, silver tendrils.

he wasn’t even trying to undo his fly and satiate your most primal urges, he only wanted to see how pathetic you could be for him.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you’re needy.”

it’s barely above a whisper, breathy and starved, and it only spurs you to rub against him more fervently, whimpering as the minimal friction teases your most sensitive section.

“Stop teasing me,” you whine, dragging your core against the thick tent wrapped in denim, brows knitting together. the fabric is so rough that the grinding sends deep jolts of fleeting pleasure straight through the nerves you’re taunting, and your fingers and toes twitch each time, muscles tightening. “F—fuck me already…”

Mammon smirks; the eager begging and the way you just have to grind against him, soaking a patch of his jeans darker than the rest that smelled just like you— marking him as yours only makes him want to torment you more.

but his greediness stands as an obstacle, too, because he’s eager to feel you from the inside just as you’re eager to take him.

“You’re so desperate,” he murmurs, watching your hips oscillate. twinkling and devious eyes flicker up to see the way your eyelids flutter when you rub the right spot, “you’ll use any part of me you can, as long as it grinds so nicely into that greedy, little cunt, huh? Like a hungry, wild animal?”

and when you nod, he scoffs— incredulous at how sultry and shameless you are.

[bite-sized-devil]

MC to Diavolo: "Tell Lucifer I'm not talking to him."

Diavolo *nodding*: "Lucifer, MC isn't talking to you."

Lucifer: "I'm right here I can hear."

MC: "Tell Lucifer that I won't speak to him unless he apologises."

Diavolo: "Ok, Lucif-"

Lucifer: "I heard!"

Diavolo: "What did you do?"

Lucifer: "I...-"

MC: "He said.. *sniffles* he said I wasn't allowed to pet Cerberus's belly..."

Lucifer: "He isn't a puppy! He's a three headed monstrosity!"

Diavolo: "..."

Diavolo: "MC, tell Lucifer I'm not speaking to him."

Lucifer: *Shaking his head and crossing his arms* "Honestly why do I even bother talking to you two."

Barbatos: "... Well you're not as they both aren't currently on speaking terms with you."

Lucifer: *Huffs & leaves*

[diatiddiess]

[natstablook29]

Barbatos: You know, as much as I don't approve, this was actually a great opportunity for you to show MC that your charm is more than magic.

Solomon: *laughs* MC already knows that magic isn't my only attractive feature. *He looks at MC* Isn't that right, MC?

MC: *nervously darting their eyes around and landing on nearby vase of flowers and says somewhat high pitched* Oh wow, what beautiful flowers! *walks towards it*

Solomon: * nervously smiling* Right MC? R I G H T ? ! MC?!?!?

*Barbatos and Diavolo hold in laughter as they watch Solomon frantically try to get an answer out of MC*

[jackalopesao3]

I fucking love them both so much.

[writing-by-mimi]

[fully-automatic-ass]

hc that some words have, ah...

different

connotations in the Devildom than the human world.

Diavolo: Lucifer's such a whore 😊

Lucifer: 😊

Mc: what

[sheep-luke]

How Diavolo Take Care Of MC

Obey Me! Masterlist(WIP) Here

Our little future king—

Let's see how our king will take care of us.

"Yes yes hello to you too Barbatos, I heard Diavolo was supposed to take care of me."

You immediately went to his room when Barbatos said he was in his room.

*Knock Knock*

"Hi Diavolo! You are supposed to take care of me."

...

Is this taking care of someone or SPOILING SOMEONE???

He got you too many gifts, you can't even count them.

"I didn't even do anything."

Well it's doesn't matter as he takes care of you and spoils you.

A/N: I finally finished! Fixed some parts.

~SheepLuke

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

The Love of A Ruler (Obey Me!) fic

content: Diavolo X reader fanfiction. Romance, established relationship, mature subject of sexual intimacy and making love.

He cradled you close, like a priceless treasure. The bedsheets covering your naked frames as Diavolo basked in the afterglow of lovemaking. All focus on just holding you to his body to savor your every breath as both your hearts raced in time and tempo. It made his wings shiver as the desire and love spiked through his entire being once more. The two of you damp with sweat from the hours of worshipping each other's bodies in his bedroom. His amusement obvious when he remembers inviting you to simply spend the night away from the House of Lamentation. A break for some peace and quiet, he had said. Instead, he had ravaged you in all the ways he knew that gave you deepest pleasure. Tracing both his hands and his lips over you to have you make the most eloquent sounds of bliss. So much for being considerate.

Diavolo gave a happy sigh of air to look down at you. His most cherished soul to give himself over to in love and complete vulnerability. A sacred union of what two souls might be when joined into one in what love they had for each other. Taking in your features with his golden eyes to etch your entire being into his memory and spirit. A hand reaching up to gently trace a finger against your cheek. The fact you leaned into his touch having his heart melt further. Enjoying how you tried to wrap yourself around his body as your eyes blinked open. So he gave you his more joyful and warm smile to laugh softly. Using his other hand to bring the bedsheet to the two of you and tuck you in against his naked front. "My my. Such a wonderful joy to see what you look like waking up. Yet it would seem we've spent far too long in bed. Perhaps we might move to the bath and continue where we left off? I am far from done with making love to the best soul in all the three realms. But you may pick the scented bath salts this time."

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Diavolo planted apple trees because he wanted to share Devildom apples with (angel) Lucifer

Lucifer's favourite snack is a type of Devildom apple

[dollwritesarchive]

Okay okay okay - (for the 5 sentence fic)

Imagine if Diavolo had a huge ass mirror in his room and he fucked you in front of it so you can watch yourself get absolutely ruined by him and his dick (we all know it’s big) with size kink !! And belly bulge !!

screaming !!!! diavolo my demon king 😩😩 also hoping you meant obey me diavolo because no anon has even mentioned diavolo from jojo BUT if you meant the latter just let me know and i’ll write something new for him for you ❤️

cw : all smut ( minors dni ), diavolo in his demon form, standing/carry fucking, mirror sex, major size kink, belly bulge, fem!human!reader, this is probably longer than 5 sentences because i’m not going to count dialogue this time i have too much muse

every section of him seemed to be carved from stone, from the gold-dipped tips of his horns ( one of which you held on to simulate the sensation of being in control ), to each ripple of his taut abdomen, to the mighty cock that you were impaled upon, inch after powerful inch forced into your belly. your free hand reaches out, palm smacking into the mirror to steady your flailing, but it was no use, really— your legs still dangled, helplessly, spread wide in his vice grips, so you’re granted the perfect view of your own decimation in the reflection; “Still tenacious, are we?” Diavolo teased, noting the way you still attempted to pull yourself up with the grip on his horn, the way you still arched your back to let more of him in, “If I give your fragile, little body too much more, you might just snap— see how much I’m already stretching you?”

you stare into the mirror, obeying his demand to watch; the shape of his manhood bulged against your lower belly, the swollen head prodding your belly button deliciously enough that you elicit a needy moan when you see for yourself, your head hanging forward to allow your eyeline to drop from the reflection to your tummy itself— you wished you had another pair of hands so you could caress his girth from the outside, but you couldn’t spare the balancers you were already using yours for. “S—so deep,” you breathe out, though the sentiment is broken and in awe, you squint and force yourself to look at him through the mirror, determined to see a pleasured grimace plastered on his face, too, and you weren’t disappointed; thin brows knit together, golden eyes heavily lidded, and unmistakeable lust escaping his parted tiers in the form of bestial puffs of thick, hot breath as Diavolo swings your body back and forth, hitting your limit each time, filling your to very brim with cock.

“If you can’t take any more,” he husked as a reminder, sharp nails biting at the slick skin of your thighs as you gush and soak him and the floor underneath, “you know the word to use. But, as long as your tenacity holds out, I’m going to give you all you’re asking for and so, so much more.”

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 && 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 !!

[bite-sized-devil]

MC arriving in devildom and being introduced to everyone: "Ok let me get this straight. First; You take me from my home and all my responsibilities. Second; You make me live in this big fancy house.... For free with food and expenses paid for. Third; My 7 roommates are all beautiful men. And fourth; My only tasks are... And let me get this right... Watching and coordinating dance battles between you all?"

Diavolo: "Yes. That's correct"

Lucifer: "Any objections?"

MC: "Oh no, none at all thanks."

[rainiishowers]

Dateables (+Luke!) Dancing With MC

A/N: I love this idea sm y’all don’t even know. Same format as before :3

Scenario: Everyone is at a ball at the castle, and this is how I imagine each of the dateables (+ Luke) would ask MC to a dance.

Brothers Ver.

———

Diavolo

One of the things the prince wanted to do at this ball was to dance with MC. He’s very clear about this when he walks up to MC and asks to dance, holding out his hand with a smile on his face. He ignores the people giving them looks as they glide across the dance floor. He’s definitely aware of them, but wants to focus on MC. Years of practicing ballroom dancing paid off as he expertly and gracefully dances with the human. He isn’t nearly as dramatic as Asmo and Satan, but there are some spins here and there, and even some improvised dance moves. Will thank MC for dancing with him after, and if they don’t excuse themselves, he would ask if they want to stay by his side for a bit longer.

Barbatos

With Diavolo’s nagging encouragement, he politely goes to ask MC to dance. He’s very gentlemanly about it and starts the dance off with a bow. He is one of the best at dancing, having taught Diavolo it when the prince was younger. It is one of his many skills. Barbatos will gently corrects MC if they were to ever mess up, it’s kinda like a lesson in itself if they don’t know how to dance well, if at all. After it ends, he’ll end it with another bow and be on his way. His face remains neutral but Diavolo could tell he got some joy out of it.

Simeon

Like Satan, he is determined to be the first one MC dances with, although will settle for second or third. He initiates a conversation first before mentioning how nice everyone looks while dancing, which allows him to ask if they want to dance with him. He’ll be very happy when they say yes but will quickly compose himself. Simeon’s dancing is a bit rusty, so the angel might step on their toes once or twice before quickly getting into a rhythm, obviously being very apologetic and embarrassed about it. After the dance, he’s in a good mood for the rest of the night.

Solomon

Solomon will probably, shamelessly, interrupt a conversation that MC is having, especially if it’s with one of the brothers. That or he’ll insert himself in if the conversation interests him. Either way, he asks if they want to dance with him and quickly goes to the ballroom floor when they say yes. Wanting to have fun with it yet still make sure the dance is good, while dancing the waltz or whatever dance they are doing, he throws in some moves that he happens to remember from ye olden times, as well as other improvised dance moves. After the dance, he says his thanks with a kiss on their hand, smirking while looking up to see their reaction. If MC shows any interest in the dance moves from the old days, Solomon says he’ll happily set some time away to teach them

Luke

He might be a bit embarrassed to ask MC to a dance, but with Solomon and Simeon’s encouragement, he tugs on their outfit and quietly asks if they wanna dance with him. He’s pleasantly surprised when they say yes and has a big smile on his face. The dancing isn’t really graceful at the beginning but it turns out to be an improvised dance, with a few more silly dance moves thrown in. It’s absolutely adorable seeing these two dancing and he’ll ramble about it all to Simeon and Solomon later back at Purgatory Hall.

[natstablook29]

Diavolo: MC, what is a... pizza party?

MC *is joking but says in a serious voice, staring right into Diavolo's eyes*: We come together to worship our lord and savior, pizza

Diavolo *now taking notes*: Fascinating

A concerned Barbatos: My Lord... no