#prince diavolo

[devilfemdom]

On a warm summer night you sneak away into the castle garden where you are serenading Prince Diavolo. He is standing on his balcony looking smitten down at you. At the end of the song he is applauding you and sending you up. You, like the dramatic bitch you are, climb the ivy up to him where you steal a kiss from him. He looks surprised before he laughs and tells you, you couldve come in through the doors. A smile adorns your features "I know. But isnt this more romantic?"

[diahsthings]

Obey Me

Dress to impress

Continuing the dress idea. Surprising your date with your dress.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon x reader

Warning; full self indulgence. It's just too fun. No editing. Fluff. Forget grammar and spelling. Yolo. Maybe hints of smut. And I'm trying my best with them. But maybe ooc

Diavolo

Diavolo was all into you going to the human realm for the outfit. He was enthusiastic about what this traditional human dress could be. In red like him. But OMG that sent your brain to daydream about marrying Diavolo.

So many eyes are going to be on you. Diavolo is the Prince of Devildom. There were definitely whispers and rumors about the two of you. Especially as his DATE to the celebration.

Human as a date for the Prince. Gotta go big or call Asmodeus.

Time for the big reveal. Getting ready at the castle. Diavolo is waiting on his bed for you to show him your outfit.

"I know you are going to look ravishing." Diavolo's excited voice helped stop the nerves.

He stood the moment you opened the door. He was speechless. Diavolo adored you. Maybe the Prince of Devildom was hopelessly in love. Trying to keep it under wraps and secret for as long as possible. Ignore the rumors. Ignore the want to be openly loving.

"Hello, Dia." Turning and closing the door gently. Not noticing that Diavolo had quickly got up to meet her.

He couldn't get any words out. He leaned down cupping your face hesitating to make sure you wanted him to then kissing you trying to explain how he felt right now.

Breaking the kiss you smile. "Do you like it?" Laughing

Diavolo blushed "I can't...I don't know.. I never imagined... You look exquisite." He spun you around to take a look.

"so, tell me about this human tradition. What traditional outfit is this?" Brimming with curiosity.

"lehenga. Dupatta. And this type of nose ring is called a nath. Nose piercings are common with women. It's a silly superstition that it will help relieve the pain in childbirth." Laughing then choking a bit once you realized what you mentioned. To a demon with a breeding kink. Blushing at under his gaze.

"I will keep that in mind for the future." Winking.

The two of you looked the part of future king and queen of the Devildom. Plenty of whispers and looks from others. You definitely didn't go unnoticed. Diavolo showed you off all night all he was forced to do the duties of his title.

Barbatos

He knows. But there's a difference between that and enjoying the touch of it. Your boyfriend knew all.

You hear a knock at the door. You were staying in the castle to get ready. Barbatos was coming to find you to leave together for the celebration.

You smile softly as you let him in the room closing the door behind him. Blushing slightly hoping he loves it.

"I was trying to match you "

Kissing your forehead and putting his forehead against yours he smiles. "Thank you. You look magnificent."

I'm so sorry. That was terrible. I just do not know him very well. But I wanted to try at least.

Simeon

You were just as excited to see Simeon as he was about seeing you. He's gorgeous. Perfect. He was your not-boyfriend. Boyfriend in all ways but name. Trying to figure out how to make this happen.

There was an issue with his DDD and you headed over to Purgatory Hall. Knocking at the door. Simeon rushed to open the door. Stopping to take in all of you.

"you look so handsome, Simeon."

"you look ethereal. I'm so happy you said you would go with me to the party."

Yeah, that was bare minimum. I probably know the least about him from the original.

Solomon

He kept trying to find out what you were wearing. Your old wizard boyfriend was counting down the moment he could see the dress. He had an idea of what it could be. Solomon is human after all .

He suddenly heard a knock at his door. Confused he opened it and was shocked to see you. Surprising him.

His face was priceless. Such an adorable blush. As he let you in closing the door behind him.

"I'll not be letting you out of my sight. Can't trust anyone with a beauty like you." Taking your breath away with a passionate kiss.

"Soli, I love you."

"I love you my dove."

I ran out of steam. I love all of them but I cannot get their personalities as accurate.

Bonus:

Luke

Not romantic. He asked you to help him get ready and he wanted to make sure you two matched. Luke beat the brothers to coordinate outfits with his favorite human.

Luke was curious about your dress. But knew you two would match.

Arriving to meet Luke and Simeon at purgatory Hall.

Luke is excited to see you three matching.

Luke ends up holding on to the end of the saree all night or the fabric of the jacket of the lehenga. Eventually needing to be taken home by Simeon.

Luke had so much fun he fell asleep.

Thanks for making it this far. I had fun getting this out of my brain.

[vampire-superstar]

I'm so happy to be alive because Lady Gaga exists and while im not a stan, Judas went hard and you know who would agree?

He probably likes Government Hooker better but we can't all be winners. I'm still in love with him

[daveena-ambrosius]

Mafia Boss Diavolo 😏

[pseudonymphomania]

[devildomwriter]

I’m sorry what??? I don’t remember this part! You’re telling me instead of using magic, Diavolo just walked over to an out-of-control BEELZEBUB and JUST PINNED HIM?!!!!!

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Diavolo - "Sit In"

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In which a certain prince of the Devildom is once again swamped with work, but luckily his little human lover has come to his rescue. Or; In which Prince Diavolo has his darling boyfriend [Name] warm his lap while he slaves away on his paperwork.

                                                                                                   

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The maroon-haired demon prince sighs gloomily as he slumps against his document-cluttered desk. He had been working for what felt like an eternity. Truthfully, it had only really been an hour or two, but it felt like he had been sitting there forever; it was just so boring! He could be hanging out with his boyfriend right now, doing whatever it is that his cute little human felt like doing; but no Barbatos made him work.

“Ugh…”  

Diavolo groans; fidgeting with the fountain pen in his hands as he repeatedly taps on the desk; unknowingly creating a small pool of ink.

The poor demon desperately wants to leave the hellscape he's found himself in, but when he lifts his head to look at his butler, the man only smiles and shakes his head; gesturing with his hands to continue his work.

Abruptly; a knock sounded from behind the door. Diavolo shot upright in his chair; a relieved grin stretching across his lips. The door opens to reveal the very person he was just daydreaming about; his darling human lover: [Name].

The human boy peeks his head out from the partially opened door and looks from the seated demon to the butler who stands off to the side and back again. He raises a brow,–

“Oh. Are you busy right now, Dia?”  

The h/c-ette queries softly; ready to get out of the busy man's hair as soon as he's told to.

Barbatos eyes his lord in suspicion, knowing the prince will drop whatever he's doing without a thought if it means he can attend to his lover's needs. The black-to-teal-haired man clears his throat; garnering the attention of the intruding Human Male.

“Unfortunately; his majesty is very bus—”  

The poor steward was quickly cut off by his lord.

“Not at all! Well— actually I do have a few more papers to sign, but those can be done later! Now, what can I do for you, my treasure?”  

Diavolo interrupts; giving his darling a dazzling boyish grin as he does so.

[Name] giggles at the prince's antics; giving the butler an apologetic smile before entering the room and gently closing the door behind him. Traipsing quickly over to the burly demon's desk; the human happily simpered. He carefully planted his hands on the desktop, fingers splayed, as he leaned forward just a bit.

“Are you sure you're not busy? I wouldn't want to keep you from your work. You know if you finish everything now, you'll have more free time later.”  

The maroon-haired man chuckled at their concern; finding it cute that his little mortal lover was concerned about him. He scoots his chair back and away from his desk before patting his lap a few times, gesturing for them to have a seat. They, of course, comply; unceremoniously plopping their bottom onto the tops of his thick muscled thighs.

The demon wraps his arm around their waist; picking up his discarded pen and beginning to fill out the previously neglected paperwork. He chuckles softly as he feels you snuggle your head into his chest; leading him to give a gentle but affectionate squeeze to their soft thigh.

Diavolo lets out a pleased sigh; perhaps he should have you sit in his office while he works more often. Surely Barbatos wouldn't disagree, right?

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This work was made by the spite garnered from this lovely little ask I received from a mystery anon, right here.

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#788 Himboiest Himbo

Mc*Eating ice cream and chilling on the porch*I have the urge to do something stupid...

Dia*Next to them eating ice cream as well*...I'm stupid, do me

Mc*Slowly turns head around to look at him*Σ(O_O)

Dia*Freezes and looks down*...I said that out loud

Dia Stans reading this-

[radarchives]

[tatsumessy]

Horny Mess

Diavolo x fem reader

No words could explain how pissed off you were right now. Barbatos had just slipped you a message letting you know that your demon prince of a boyfriend has purposely been ignoring you for no reason.

Everytime you tried to see him or spend time with him he was always busy with meeting or classes or literally anything that could keep him away from you. You were getting fed up with his petty games so you asked Lucifer to set up a private meeting with just them two and obviously Diavolo agreed.

“This is his last meeting for the day so good luck.” Lucifer said walking away with Barbatos as you stood outside his office. You knocked on the door feeling your hand get clammy all of a sudden but once he said come in it’s like all those nerves disappeared. Was it because you hadn’t seen him for almost a month?

Diavolo looked up to see you standing infront of the door, he stiffened setting down the pen he was holding. “MC, I have a meeting with Lucifer any minute-” “I know, that meetings with me.” Your fingers twisted the lock behind you as you spoke slowly walking over to him.

He gulped feeling his body betray him once again, his face and neck was sweaty, his crotch was growing harder by the second just by the way you looked at him. Being the pervert he was the only reason he had been avoiding you was because his body kept giving off lewd reactions everytime you two were alone.

You arrived infront of his desk sitting down in the chair right across from him. The more you looked at him and the way he avoided eye contact with you the more pissed off you got. “Do you not like me anymore?” His body jolted forward at your question, “Why would you ask such a stupid question like that one?” There he goes answering your question with a question.

“We haven’t seen each other for a month, and everytime I do try to talk to you, you always have ‘better’ things to worry about. I get you’re the demon prince but is your girlfriend not a priority anymore?” You spoke biting on your thumb out of nervousness, yeah you were a human and he was a demon so that could be the reason he was keeping his distance but not telling you feels even worse.

“That’s not it at all MC. I think the affect of me liking you so much has been doing things to me. I think these lewd things about you everyday and I don’t think it’s right for me to have that type of vision about you.” His confession made you freeze in your seat, when you thought about this conversation right now you did not expect for it to go this way.

“Okay…you’ve been having horny thoughts about me…so what?” His cheeks started to turn a deep shade of pink as you stood up walking around the desk to stand in between his legs. “Dia.” You said moving his hand from covering his face while you placed yourself on his lap, straddling him. His member was already erect and the look on his face made such an expression, if anybody were to see this right now they would’ve thought you two had sex already.

“Why would you ignore me for such a stupid reason?” Your left arm wrapped around his neck while your right hand caressed his heated cheeks. He didn’t respond verbally but his body sure did, his arms wrapped tighter around your waist. “I want…to fuck you so bad MC.” He whispered into your neck. That statement gave you goosebumps and it was like his words gave you a kickstart on the inside.

Your hips started grinding slowly against him and because of how physically strained he was small whines left his mouth turning you on even more. The wetness from your core dripped profusely through your underwear and skirt straight on to his black slacks. There was no time to apologize as his hips bunched into your creating loud thumping noises in his chair.

You moaned from the pressure gripping onto his jacket trying to center yourself. “Dia, please.” You whined throwing your head back as your eyes started to roll from how good the stimulation on your clit was feeling. “Do I have your permission to touch you?” He asked pressing kisses on the small of your neck, you nodded yes but he didnt want to take that as an answer. “Words precious.” He cooed in your ear.

“I give you permission.” Without hesitation he lifted you up and placed you onto the desk, he quickly lifted up your skirt thanking whoever made the dress code. The red lace panties you were wearing thanks to Asmo made this man blush even harder. The color seemed to match his hair color especially with the large wet patch that was on it.

“This is a treat.” He smiled hooking his finger under the fabric and pulling it down your bottom. He held it in his hand smiling then placed it in a drawer next to him before focusing his attention back on you.

The way his hands touched you was gentle, the way his mouth praised your body with words and touch made you feel so wanted. He was face to face with your cunt watching as you squirmed from the cold air of in his office blowing across it. He leaned forward kissing it once then licking one stripe to taste what he’d be eating tonight.

But in the moment he changed his mind. “Fuck. I wish I could take my time and indulge in the delectable feast you’re offering right now but I just can’t wait any longer. If I do I fear I might break.” His face was now parallel with yours as he admired how beautiful you looked on his desk under him.

His lips smashed onto yours distracting you from the aching feeling from down below. Even his kisses were doing major things to your body and he knew it, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger but what you didn’t know was that you had an even bigger hold on him.

He covered your mouth as you moaned out, tears formed in the corner of your eyes and Diavolo whispered sweet encouraging words in your ear while peppering soft kisses all around your face and neck. He was comforting you making sure you were alright but you could feel him shaking, he was trying to hold back which you didn’t want him to do. You both had been waiting for a whole month to see each other and now you two had all night.

“Dia, I want to do this. Please don’t hold back for me.” You said holding his face with both of your hands, in a split second his human form was transformed. His horns, wings and tail was out and his face was red. His tail wrapped around your left leg as his mouth latched onto your neck sucking it aggressively, he started grinding himself onto you forcing you to bite your lip in excitement.

You didn’t even realize the he had taken himself out of his pants, he rubbed himself a couple of time slowly slipping his tip between your folds. “I’m sorry.” He said forcefully shoving himself inside of you, he thrusted in and out repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot inside of you.

You let out breathy moans trying not to be too loud in case someone was still in the academy but Diavolo groaned louder in your ear so that if someone was still here they’d know how good you made him feel. He changed pace and started rolling his hips glancing up at you from under his eyelids.

“You’re okay baby. Stay with me.” He said pressing two light pecks on your neck, your and held onto the back of his coat keeping yourself grounded. Your back started arching the harder his thrust hit inside of you. “Ah! Fuck Dia slow down please.” You moaned out gripping his coat tighter.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m almost there baby.” He pushed forward knocking over some papers on the desk, his hands pulled up your thighs pressing them to your chest giving him better access to your exposed cunt. He pulled cock out pumping it a few times then slowly pushing back into you.

He let out a breathy moan bottoming out once again and the moment his hands gripped your ankles he started pounding into chasing after his running orgasm. You held your legs open allowing for him to fuck you into a mating press, your eyes were shut tightly feeling the knot in your stomach about to snap.

Diavolo knew you were about to cum, he could feel you tightening around his cock causing him to roll his eyes in the back of his head. His pace sped up as he leaned down kissing on your neck leading up to your lips, you were so out of it the you never realized that he was trying to get your attention by kissing you. “Look at me, cum with me baby.” He smiled looking into your eyes as he pumped his seeds into you.

Arching your back again you came around him creating a ring of both yours and his cum mixed together due to his slowly lazy thrust.

You laid with your back against the desk breathing heavily as Diavolo snuggled his face into your neck trying to catch his breath. “I’m sorry if I was too aggressive.” He said leaning onto his elbow so that he could look down at you. “It’s okay Dia. Do you feel better?” He nodded aggressively snuggling himself into your neck again.

You laughed at his childish behavior and wrapped your arms around him pulling him closer to you. “Let’s get you home.” He spoke wrapping his arms under legs forcefully putting them around his waist.

He sat you down in his chair letting you rest while cleaning up his desk with spare paper towels he had hidden under his desk because he realized how much he loved having sex with you on his desk.

Once finished he picked you up holding you against the small of his chest taking you to his home.

[666cosmicmango]

Two Princes with the Same Vibes™

[kittievampire]

Kin of the Demon Prince (pt. 6)

Warnings: Smut, Semi-public sex, Cursing, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Female MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo

Link to part 1

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Link to part 3

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Link to part 5

Link to part 7

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Link to part 9

Decided to give you guys a lil something for this one.

Enjoy.

To say Diavolo was lonely a majority of his life was an understatement. A gross one at that.

He didn't have any friends growing up. Hell, it took a lot of convincing just to get Barbatos to stick around. His father was strict when he was present, very cold-blooded, especially toward his only son. One would argue that Diavolo got the worst of his father's cruelty; that is, if the demon king didn't sentence a hefty amount of demons to a torturous end in the dungeons.

The feeling of relief that had washed over him when his father had decided to rest below the Devildom was apparently new to him. It was as if the last of his chains had been broken off and he could finally execute the first few steps of his plan.

Peace among the realms.

It'd taken longer than he'd originally intended, but after the arrival of the seven brothers, he was taking more action. With Lucifer by his side, he finally established the foreign exchange program that allowed students from the Human and Celestial realms attend school in the Devildom.

That's when he met you.

You were a peculiar little lamb. A lamb with the instincts of a tiger.

He saw so much in you, yet he still found you hard to read.

Curiosity was what reeled him in most.

You were what made him want more.

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"Dia,"

Your voice drove him absolutely wild. It was sweet like honey, and it was music to his ears. And when you said his name like that, the nickname you gave him, it only made him crave you more.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, thumbs tracing circles on your sides as he pulled you closer to him, eyes sealed shut, and tongue exploring your mouth. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, RAD uniform becoming more and more undone the more intense the situation became.

You pulled away once you felt your lungs clench, panting heavily as your glazed eyes met his. A string of saliva connected the two of you, only disappearing once Diavolo's lips chased yours once more. Hands roaming down to grasp your thighs, he lifted you up effortlessly and gently sat you down on the teacher's desk of the empty classroom the two of you occupied.

You placed a hand on his chest and pulled away momentarily. "Dia, here?" You asked softly, a dark red blush dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

Diavolo reached up to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear and smiled sweetly at you. "If you wish to save this for another time, I'll gladly oblige, MC." His mouth spoke one thing, but his body spoke another. His gaze so starving, full of lust and admiration, his hands quivering as to not rip open the top of your uniform, and the tent in his pants serving as hard evidence to his actual desires. He didn't want to stop, but he would had you asked.

Letting out a small sigh, you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him into another heated kiss. Who were you to deny the prince of the Devildom anyway?

Diavolo's hands traveled upward, pulling down the top coat of your uniform to your shoulders and unbuttoning the top of your blue button-up blouse.

You glance at the clock with hazy eyes. You had less than twenty minutes until lunch ended, you needed to make this quick if you wanted to have time to clean up before the next class got here.

His mouth latched onto your left breast, biting down ever so gently to leave barely-visible marks. Your hands reached down to his pants and cupped his bulge, letting out a small whine as his teeth nibbled gently on your nipple. "Dia, no time," You whimpered out softly, hands fumbling to undo his belt.

The prince only grunted in response, kissing up your chest and sinking his teeth into the flesh that connected your shoulder to your neck. His hands moved down to unzip his pants and pull them down a little, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock.

He pushed your skirt up, fingers grazing over your clothed slit before pushing the crotch of your panties to the side. "Quick... Quick..." He murmured out, one of his hand gripping your thigh tightly to hold it in it's place, far away from the other. You felt the tip push against your entrance and whimpered. You hadn't taken him without preparation before, but considering how soaked you were down there, there was a chance you'd be fine.

If he wasn't so damn big.

You took a moment to mentally curse his length before you felt him pull you against him, thrusting his hips forward. His free hand came up to clasp over your mouth, muffling your near-on scream as he bottomed out. "Fuuuuck," He groaned out as your walls enveloped him, welcoming his cock with their warmth.

You were trying to keep yourself up right with one hand on the desk and the other draped over his shoulder, as well as trying to relax. There was only the slightest bit of pain, but it had subsided rather quickly. Despite this, Diavolo remained still, lust-filled eyes glued to your face, as if waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. Slowly, your teary eyes met his, tongue pressing flat against his palm.

A shiver ran down his spine, pulling his hips back. You let out soft pants against his hand as you felt his cock pulling slowly out of your cunt. He snapped his hips forward, again, and again.

Your cries and whimpers were muffled against his hand, nails digging into his shoulder and scraping against the desk.

"My Queen, I can't help but feel that you're enjoying this situation," He spoke softly, leaning in a little closer to tease you with proximity, as well as his voice. "Do you like it when I silence you?" Your eyes squeezed shut as your cheeks burned, walls clenching around his cock, which slammed brutally into your pussy. "Do you like the risk of getting caught?"

You whined against his hand. Pushing your leg toward you, your knee almost pushing against your breast, he fucked into you at a newly gained angle, hitting that spongey spot that made you see stars. The hand that was on the desk went to rub circles on your puffy clit as your walls squeezed around his cock.

Diavolo moved his hand away from your mouth, your moan bouncing off of the walls of the empty room. "Dia, I'm-" You whimpered out only to be cut off by the demon leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

You walls convulsed, your nails clawing at his shoulder as your orgasm hit you hard. Your sounds were swallowed by his mouth, his hips rutting against yours faster, pace stuttering a little before he stilled. His cock was buried deep inside of your cunt, tip pushing against your cervix as his cum shot into you, filling your womb and painting your walls. Diavolo pulled away with a small groan, thrusting a few more times to ride out his orgasm before slowly pulling out of you.

Heavy pants escaped the both of you, one of your hands reaching up to tangle itself in his red hair. The prince looked down, letting out a small sigh in bliss as he adjusted your panties, not wanting his hard work to go to waste and leak out of you. You shuddered a bit, batting your lashes at him as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I love you," He said softly, hand grasping yours and intertwining your fingers with his.

With a smile, you let out a small chuckle in response and pecked him gently on the lips. "I love you too."

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It'd been roughly a month since you'd left his realm. Diavolo probably cried the most when you left, and he'd been longing for you ever since he saw you go. His bed felt a lot bigger now, a lot emptier. He'd find himself texting your D.D.D. only to realize you don't have access to it.

He missed you so much.

"My Lord," Barbatos entered his room with a small smile on his face. "Solomon is requesting your presence. He says he has a message from MC."

This was probably the best thing he could've hoped for.

A message from you?

What did you have to say? Were you going to regale him with what you've done so far in the Human Realm through the sorcerer?

Maybe he'd get to hear how much you missed him too.

"Solomon!" He greeted as he walked into the room, embracing the white-haired sorcerer and patting him on the back. "It's great to see you! How have you been?"

The sorcerer smiled. "I've been well. How about you, Lord?"

Diavolo chuckled. "Well, I've been better. I honestly never thought I'd be so clingy. Speaking of which, how has MC been doing?"

He saw Solomon's expression change and raised a brow in confusion. "That's what I wanted to speak with you about."

The two sat down at a table, Barbatos setting down two cups of tea before them. "Ah, how do I say this?" Solomon murmured out, eyes casting down to the drink before him.

Diavolo took a sip of the tea, setting it down and looking at Solomon with stern eyes. "Is something wrong?" He asked, earning a hesitant glance from the sorcerer.

"Well, for starters... MC, she's pregnant."

Diavolo felt the world freeze around him. He paused, eyes shot wide open.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

MC was pregnant.

With his child.

A wide smile formed on his face. "Pregnant?! With my child?!" He laughed a little bit in pure joy at the thought. Diavolo could imagine it already. You, him, and your baby. Of course, the two of you had discussed it before. But it was never anything the two of you thoroughly planned for. While it was so sudden, he was excited. "When does she want me to meet with her? Is she here? Does she want me to go up there or shall we bring her to the Devildom? Actually, I don't think she should put herself through all of that work to get down here, I'll visit her myse—" "My Lord," Solomon interrupted him, florentine gaze shifting from the demon to his tea. That's when Diavolo noticed the frown on his face. His brows furrowed in confusion. "She said that... She doesn't want to keep it," Solomon said, taking a sip of his tea.

Diavolo's gaze shifted downward. He was excited, of course, because he thought he was going to have a child. But you don't want to keep it? He was definitely upset, mainly because you made the decision without consulting him. He placed his hands on his face and gently massaged his muscles with a sigh. "I suppose... I don't get a say in this situation. I'm not the one giving birth, so, whatever she wishes to do with her body is completely up to her..." He murmured out quietly. "But I would like to speak with her about it before she commits, if that's possible." Diavolo looked up at Solomon, a glint of desperation in his eyes.

Solomon met his gaze, almost deadpanning as he spoke. "MC doesn't want to see you anymore."

Diavolo's hands clasped together, pressing his forehead against his thumbs at the news. You didn't want to see him anymore? After finding out you were pregnant, he found out you didn't want to keep it, now he finds out you don't want to see him anymore?

There was a silence in the room, Diavolo's demonic aura beginning to slowly become apparent around his figure. "Did she tell you why?" He asked, voice dropping an octave.

Solomon took another quiet sip of his tea before he spoke. "She said... A lot of things. That she didn't want to live in the Devildom, she didn't want to be tied to demons in any way shape or form, et cetera, et cetera." The sorcerer, by this point, had noticed how the demonic aura around Diavolo only got more powerful. More menacing. More angry.

Barbatos placed a hand on Solomon's shoulder, meeting his glance with a smile. "I believe it's time for you to leave, Solomon. Thank you for stopping by."

Once the two left the room, Diavolo's form began to shake and shift. You didn't want to see him anymore? You didn't want any relation with the Devildom whatsoever? Why? Why didn't you tell him this sooner?

Diavolo wanted to get angry. He wanted to throw furniture around the room and break anything he could. He wanted to have an outburst, he wanted to be angry with you.

But he couldn't.

All he could do was sit there, sobbing quietly in his seat.

Where did he go wrong?

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After about eight months had passed, Diavolo found himself drowning in work of his own volition. He saw, now, why Lucifer does it. It takes him away from the world, even if it was troublesome or boring, he was focused on something else. Something other than the fact that you and his baby were gone.

As the months passed, the feeling of dread never subsided. It was never easier to handle, it never got better. It was just there. Mocking him. You were present in his mind all the time, fond memories becoming bittersweet, and sweet dreams became nightmares.

On top of that, there was this odd feeling he'd get every now and then. It made the back of his throat tingle, a shiver run down his spine, and his heart swell. Every now and then, it'd trigger a shift to his demon form. There was no pattern, no rhyme, no reason, nothing. The feeling came and went. Sometimes it'd wake him in the middle of the night, sometimes it'd be during the day.

He'd asked the royal physician about these odd occurences, only to be told it may have something to do with his genetics. Given the fact that he did get you pregnant, he could feel the connection between him and the child he'd made. That, or he could be feeling a strong connection with a magical item or relic. This information confused Diavolo because you'd gotten rid of the baby, hadn't you? To this, the physician shrugged.

Diavolo had half a mind of discussing the matter with his father in the Mausoleum, but he'd rather not wake him for such a trivial matter.

He decided that, perhaps because you were once carrying his child, you were the indirect cause.

However, over the next few months, the feeling became more intense. Once he discerned it was coming from the human realm, he'd send demons there to search for whatever it was. If it was a powerful relic, then perhaps it would be a nice asset to the Devildom. If it was you, well, he wasn't exactly prepared for such an outcome. He couldn't say that he wouldn't be overjoyed to hear from you, of course.

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"Lord Diavolo," Lucifer spoke up as the last of the student council members left the meeting room. Diavolo looked up at Lucifer with tired eyes. He was emotionally drained from the year he'd had, and it showed. "I spoke with MC when I was in the human realm."

Diavolo perked up a bit at the sound of your name. "MC?" He repeated softly. Lucifer nodded. "It appears that Solomon may have given some false information..." He said softly.

The demon prince was silent for a moment.

"What false information?"

Lucifer deadpanned at the alter in tone. He furrowed his brows upward and let out a sigh. "When I saw MC... She was accompanied by someone..."

Diavolo's demonic aura surrounded him. He'd become less and less emotionally stable since the sorcerer's visit, so his mind immediately went to you and another man. "Someone? A partner?" He asked, fist clenching on the table.

Lucifer shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "An infant... No older than three months. She had crimson red hair and eyes that resembled the gold that littered the tips of her black horns and wings." His ruby eyes opened to meet Diavolo's.

"You mean to tell me..." The red-headed royal trailed off, earning a nod from the Avatar of Pride. "Your daughter lives, my Lord."

Diavolo placed a hand over his face, trying to stop himself from breaking down then and there. He was overwhelmed with so many emotions at once. You decided to keep it? Then why did you say you were going to get rid of it?

"However," Lucifer continued, Diavolo moving his hand so he could look at the sin before him. "MC expressed that she was unaware of what the sorcerer told you. That it was not her original message. I would suggest—" "We'll discuss the topic of Solomon at a later date, Lucifer." Diavolo interrupted him. "If Solomon lied, we need to find out why. But right now, I need to prepare."

Lucifer raised a brow. "Prepare for what, my Lord?"

Diavolo glanced up at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath before sighing heavily.

"For my trip to the human realm. I need to confirm something."

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"My Lord," Barbatos called out to him, knocking on Diavolo's door. He looked up at the door, holding Selene close to him instinctively. "MC is awake."

Barbatos led the demon prince down the hallway, the red-head supporting Selene's head so she could look around the castle. He smiled at her curious eyes, gently cooing at her. The door to the room you were residing in opened, and you were sat up in the bed.

Immediately your eyes widened as you saw him and Selene. "She's okay," You said in relief. Diavolo looked up at you and nodded with a small, bitter smile on his face. "I can take her," You said softly, assuming that Diavolo wouldn't want to burden himself with the bundle of joy you assumed he didn't want in the first place.

Diavolo paused at the side of your bed, the door closing behind him, and Selene reaching out for you. It pained him slightly, but he handed Selene over to you. He thought you looked so pretty holding his child in your arms.

Sitting down beside you, the demon prince remained quiet as you cooed at your baby. Minutes that felt like hours of silence went by, the sound of Selene's little babbling being the only thing that kept the room from being drowned in the quiet and awkward airspace.

"MC," Diavolo spoke softly, eyes meeting yours. Both of you could see the pain in the other's eyes, all of the emotional factors of the past year, and yet, despite all of this, you could make out the glint of love for each other. Love that was thought to be broken. Quietly, Diavolo continued.

"Can we talk?"

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Paring: Yandere!Diavolo x Demon Princess!Reader Genre: Obsession Content Warning: Yandere, possessive, and obsessive behavior. Secret Love. Summary: Arrange marriage with Diavolo. Word Count: 2.5k A/N: Just had this as a random thought and ended up with 2k words.

As the daughter of the Demon King and Queen of Azurethra, (uh-zoo-RETH-ruh) you were raised in a world where power was paramount and alliances were forged with blood and fire. From a young age, you were taught that your purpose was to serve your kingdom, to strengthen its dominion over the realms of Hell. But nothing could have prepared you for the cruel fate that awaited you.

It was decreed by your parents, the King and Queen, that you would be wed to Diavolo, the Prince of the Devildom. The news struck you like a thunderbolt, filling you with dread and defiance. You knew of Diavolo's reputation as a charming and powerful ruler, but you also heard about the unsettling truth beneath his affable facade.

Nevertheless, you square your shoulders and prepare to meet your betrothed, determined to face your fate with the same steely resolve that had guided you through countless trials in the past. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

As you entered the opulent halls of Diavolo's castle, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and something darker, something primal and hungry. 

You stand at the threshold of the grand hall, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs. Your parents' decision to arrange a marriage with Prince Diavolo, the ruler of the Devildom, has left you feeling trapped between duty and desire. As a princess of Azurethra, you have been raised to uphold tradition and honor your family's wishes. But the thought of marrying someone you barely know fills you with unease. 

Steeling yourself, you enter the hall, your chin held high despite the tremble in your limbs. The sight that greets you is nothing short of breathtaking. Diavolo awaited you in the grand chamber, his smile as dazzling as it was deceptive.

Diavolo stands at the center of the room, his presence commanding attention from all who gaze upon him. His golden eyes meet yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still.

"Welcome, Princess," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "I trust your journey was without incident?"

You step forward and curtsy, your movements graceful and deliberate, despite the turmoil raging within you. "Prince Diavolo, it's a pleasure to meet you." you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "My journey was uneventful, as expected."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the soft light of the chamber. "Excellent," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I hope you find the Devildom to your liking. I have taken the liberty of arranging accommodations for you within the palace."

You nod politely, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath Diavolo's charm. "I appreciate your hospitality, Your Highness," you say, careful to keep your tone respectful. "I look forward to exploring the Devildom and getting to know its inhabitants."

Diavolo's smile falters for a moment, his gaze flickering with something you can't quite identify. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it's gone, replaced once more by the mask of congeniality he wears so well.

"Of course," he says, his voice smooth as silk once more. "I am at your disposal should you require anything. But for now, please allow Barbatos to show you to your chambers."

With a graceful gesture, Barbatos motions for you to follow him, and you fall into step behind him, your senses on high alert. As you walk through the halls of the palace, you can't help but notice the way the shadows seem to dance around you, whispering secrets too dark to comprehend.

Finally, you arrive at your chambers, and Barbatos holds the door open for you with a flourish. "I hope you find everything to your liking, Princess," he says, his neutral smile never faltering.

You step into the room, taking in the opulent furnishings and the soft glow of candlelight that bathes everything in a warm, golden hue. "It's beautiful," you murmur, though your words ring hollow even to your own ears.

Barbatos nods, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm glad you think so," he says, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you will be comfortable here."

With that, he bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone in the silence of your chambers. As the door closes behind him, you can't shake the feeling that you are being watched, that unseen eyes linger in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Alone in your chambers, you take a moment to compose yourself, drawing upon the same inner strength that had carried you through countless trials in the past. But even as you strive to maintain your composure, the weight of your impending marriage to Diavolo bears down on you like a leaden cloak.

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With a sigh, you cross the room and settle into a plush armchair, the soft velvet cushions offering little comfort against the storm raging within your heart. Outside, the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon, casting long shadows that stretch across the chamber like fingers reaching out to ensnare you.

Lost in thought, you barely notice the soft knock at the door, the sound so faint it's almost drowned out by the pounding of your own heartbeat. But then, before you can respond, the door swings open, and a figure steps into the room.

"Princess," a voice says, low and smooth like honey dripping from a blade. "May I come in?"

You look up to find Barbatos standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. For a moment, you hesitate, unsure whether to trust the demon who serves as Diavolo's left hand. But then, with a nod, you gesture for him to enter.

Barbatos crosses the room with a grace that borders on unearthly, his movements fluid and unhurried. He holds a sleek and luxurious garment featuring off-the-shoulder neckline, velvet fabric adorned with sequins, short sleeves, and a dramatic sweep train.

"I hope you're finding your accommodations to your liking, Princess," he says, his voice as smooth as silk. "I understand that this must be a difficult time for you."

You nod, unable to suppress the tremor in your voice. "It's... overwhelming," you admit, your words coming out in a whisper. "I never expected... any of this."

Barbatos inclines his head in understanding, his eyes alight with a spark of something you can't quite decipher. "I can only imagine," he says, his tone gentle. "But know that you are not alone. If there is anything you require, anything at all, do not hesitate to ask."

You offer him a weak smile, grateful for his offer of assistance, even as you wonder what ulterior motives may lie beneath his smooth exterior. "Thank you, Barbatos," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate your kindness."

He bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and the weight of the dress in your hands. As the door closes behind him, you let out a long sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing ever so slightly.

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You set the dress aside and begin to prepare for the evening ahead. As you slip out of your traveling clothes and into the luxurious gown, you can't help but marvel at its craftsmanship and the way it clings to your curves like a second skin.

But even as you admire yourself in the mirror, you can't shake the feeling of foreboding that hangs over you like a dark cloud. The events of the day weigh heavily on your mind, filling you with a sense of dread that refuses to be ignored.

With a deep breath, you push aside your fears and resolve to face whatever may come with courage and determination. Straightening your shoulders, you cast one last glance at your reflection before making your way to the grand hall where Diavolo awaits.

As you enter the hall, you're met with a scene of opulence and extravagance unlike anything you've ever seen before. The room is bathed in soft candlelight, casting long shadows that dance across the black marble floors.

At the center of it all stands Diavolo, resplendent in his princely attire, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Despite your apprehension, you square your shoulders and approach him with all the grace and dignity befitting a princess of Azurethra.

"Princess," Diavolo says, his voice smooth as silk. "You look absolutely stunning."

You offer him a polite smile, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath his charming facade. "Thank you, Your Highness," you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "You're too kind."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the candlelight. "Not at all, my dear," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I speak only the truth."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his flattery, instead choosing to maintain a polite facade. "Shall we proceed with the festivities, Your Highness?" you ask, gesturing toward the banquet table laden with food and drink.

Diavolo nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he offers you his arm. "Of course, Princess," he says, his voice low and velvety. "Allow me to escort you."

With a deep breath, you place your hand in his and allow him to lead you to the table. As you take your seat beside him, you wonder what fate has in store for you now that you've been bound to the Prince of the Devildom.

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After Barbatos left your chambers, he made his way swiftly to where Diavolo awaited, his mind abuzz with thoughts of you. As he entered the room, he found Diavolo reclining on a velvet chaise lounge, his expression unreadable as he gazed into the flickering flames of the fireplace.

"Ah, Barbatos," Diavolo said, his voice smooth as silk. "What news do you bring?"

Barbatos approached, his steps measured and deliberate. "The princess has settled into her chambers, Your Highness," he replied, his tone neutral. "She seems... apprehensive, but resigned to her fate."

Diavolo's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Excellent," he purred, his golden eyes burning with a feverish intensity. "She is the one I've been searching for. The one who will finally complete me."

Barbatos felt a small surge of unease at Diavolo's words, though he knew better than to question his master's desires. "What do you intend to do, Your Highness?" he asked.

Diavolo's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he turned to fix Barbatos with a piercing gaze. "I intend to make her mine," he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Body and soul. She will belong to me and me alone."

"And if she resists?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Diavolo's smile turned predatory, his golden eyes ablaze with a fierce hunger. "Then I will simply have to show her the error of her ways," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But rest assured, Barbatos. I will not rest until she is mine."

With that, Diavolo rose from his seat, his movements graceful and unhurried as he made his way to the door. Barbatos watched him go, his heart heavy with a sense of foreboding that refused to be ignored.

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Alone in the room, Barbatos couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game, one that could cost him everything he held dear. But as he stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace, he knew that he had no choice but to follow Diavolo's lead, no matter the cost.

For in the end, there was only one thing that mattered: ensuring that you remained safe from harm and secretly his, even if it meant sacrificing everything he held dear in the process.

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"Princess," he said, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you're enjoying the festivities?"

You looked up at him, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Yes, Your Highness," you replied, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "The banquet is truly splendid."

Diavolo smiled, though there was a hint of something predatory in his gaze. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. "But I must admit, it pales in comparison to the beauty of your presence."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at his words, though you fought to keep your composure. "You're too kind, Your Highness," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Diavolo reached out and took your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "Please," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Call me Diavolo."

You hesitated, unsure whether to comply with his request. But then, with a nod, you spoke his name, the word feeling strange and foreign on your tongue.

"Diavolo," you said, the sound of it sending a thrill down your spine.

Diavolo smiled, his golden eyes alight with a fierce hunger. "That's better," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Much better."

You stole glances at him from across the table, you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind those golden eyes, what dark desires lurked within the depths of his hollow vessel.

Little did you know that your presence had flamed a fire within Diavolo—a fire that burned with a fierce intensity, consuming him with a passion he could barely contain. For in you, he saw not just a princess to be wed, but a soulmate, a kindred spirit, a love that transcended the bounds of time and space.

And as he gazed at you from across the table, he knew with a certainty that bordered on obsession that he would stop at nothing to make you his own, to claim you as his bride, his queen, his everything.

For you were not just a princess of Azurethra. You were his salvation, his redemption, his one true love. And he would do whatever it took to make you his, body and soul, now and for all eternity.

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Alone in your chambers later that night, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your insides like a ravenous beast. The events of the evening replayed in your mind like a haunting melody, each note tinged with uncertainty and fear.

As you stared out the window, the moon cast its silver light across the room, illuminating the shadows that danced along the walls like specters in the night.

You took a deep breath, getting up from the lounge chairs making your way to the opulent queen sized bedroom. You slide into the sheets, sinking into the comfortable bed.

You were determined to show Diavolo and the rest of the Devildom that you are not to be trifled with. You may be a princess, but you are also a warrior, and you will not go down without a fight. 

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