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hauntedhokage · 6 months

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birthday boy

Diavolo/F!MC (no y/n)

summary: Even on his birthday, Diavolo works himself to the point of stress. But that’s where you come in.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: explicit sexual content (minors/ageless blogs DNI), non explicit depiction of thigh riding, semi-public office sex, m!receiving oral, unprotected sex, reader wears Diavolo’s shirt and gets carried by Diavolo (but he’s like massive and a strong powerful demon so he’s one size fits all), Dia calls reader “princess”

note: this is also dedicated to the other birthday bitch @silverrings-n-prettythings, have some demon prince smut and your cake babes

Waking up alone wasn’t abnormal, but usually the bed would be warm still and this morning it wasn’t- which constituted a major problem. Your auburn haired prince was not in bed, and based on how cold his side of the bed was you could tell that he had been out of bed for a while. That was, if he had even come to bed at all during the night.

And today was his birthday, which was supposed to be a day for him to be celebrated and not drown himself in paperwork. He wouldn’t even enjoy the day if he was exhausted, and that’s the thought that has you sliding from the large bed in search of your sweet prince.

You don’t have to look far; the door to his study is cracked open and soft music is coming from the room, telling you that he was definitely in there working, instead of anything truly fun. The sight of him hunched over the desk, pen furiously scribbling away in his notebook while surrounded by stacks of paper taller than you were, was pretty depressing.

“Did you go to sleep at all, birthday boy?” you ask as you shut the door to his study behind you, bringing his attention up from the papers for only a moment to take you in before he’s looking back down.

“I got some rest.”

“A fifteen minute nap in your chair isn’t rest, Diavolo,” you argue, coming to stand behind his chair and placing your hands on his shoulders. They were so tense, you hate how much stress he carried at all times. He didn’t deserve that at all. “At this rate you’ll kill yourself before you fully take the throne.”

“You sound like Barbatos, my love.”

“That’s how you know it’s a good point.”

“Maybe so,” he murmurs around a sigh, looking up over his shoulder to see you looking down at him with a concerned frown. “I left you all alone in that big bed, I’m sorry.”

“You had a lot to do, I get it.” And you do, even if you will never fully understand the position he’s in. He’s doing this because he feels he has to, considering the massive shoes he has to fill, and you can respect the effort even if you don’t like it. “But you need to take a break, baby. I’m sure Barbatos is up, maybe he can fix you some tea. I’ll go-“

“No, please stay here with me. I’d like to make up for leaving you high and dry last night.”

“You’re busy.”

“I need a break.” He counters while pulling you around to stand in front of him. You looked so cute in his nightshirt, better than he did in the silky garment, and he knew you weren’t wearing anything underneath by how your nipples poked through in the chilled air of his study. Another careful pull of your hand has you off balance enough that he could guide you to straddle his thigh easily, and the warmth of your arousal that he felt through his slacks makes him smile as you steady yourself using his shoulders.

“I’d like for you to use me to get yourself off. I’m all yours.”

“I’m saving your cock for later, then. You can have your present later if right now is about me.”

“You’re the greatest gift I could ask for,” he whispers, smiling when you kiss him as your hips begin their slow work of riding his thigh. It would be a wonderful start to the day, but you were definitely going to find more time for him to get some breaks during the day.

He doesn’t even make it to lunchtime before he’s dozing off. Not that anyone would say something bad about the future Demon King falling asleep during a class on curses, especially not on his birthday, but you certainly had plenty to say and intended to do so when he guided you into the Student Council chambers under the guise of needing to talk to you about "official business".

“You need to go home and rest, Diavolo.” Comes out of your mouth before he’s got the chance to say anything, and you watch as he slumps into the chair that was normally occupied by Lucifer during meetings. “You never fall asleep during class.”

“I was actually hoping you’d let me have you excused from the rest of your classes to help with some paperwork from the House of Lords.” That wasn’t what you wanted to hear, and the way you cross your arms over your chest makes him sigh tiredly while running a hand through his hair. “Please.”

“Can’t any of this wait until after the Devildom holiday that is Prince Diavolo’s birthday?”

“It’s not a holiday.”

“It is to me.” You hop onto the long table, your eyes fixed on his as he watches you. He was more interested in your skirt than your face, but you did tuck your panties behind the pocket square in his breast pocket before class started so you knew he was most interested in the fact that you weren’t wearing any underwear. “You should’ve just canceled classes, it’s not like you'll be awake for the rest of them, anyway.”

“We take a break now, you help me with these papers, and then during the last class hour I promise to take a nap.”

“Pinky promise?” Your extended hand curls so only your pinky finger is held in front of him, a playful grin on your face as he lets out a laugh of his own. The little things you brought to him from the human world never failed to amaze and amuse him, and pinky promises always brought some light to his day. “You can’t break a pinky promise.”

“I never would,” he assures, locking his pinky around your own and bringing your joined digits to his lips to kiss them. “May I ask why your panties were that wet, princess?”

“Was just thinking about you and how handsome you are and how I could reward you for all your hard work. It is your birthday, after all.”

“I have an idea, if you’re open to it here.” He’s palming himself through his trousers, the bulge there already prominent as he watches you watch him. “I’m already so hard it hurts.”

“And why, dear prince, is that the case?”

“You, my love. Only ever and always you.” He’s such a romantic, carefully helping you off of the table only to pout when you don’t follow his prompting to get onto his lap. That could wait, and you know that he knows what’s on your mind once you’re slowly lowering to your knees between his spread legs. “You spoil me.”

“It’s your day to be spoiled.” He undoes the fastenings of his pants for you, and you know your eyes light up when his erection springs to life once it's been freed from its confinements. The chamber doors don’t lock, which provides a bit of risk to the situation at hand but you also know that only two people would willingly walk into the Student Council chambers without there being a meeting called and both Lucifer would immediately turn around and leave at the sight of you leaving a trail of kisses along the cock of the Prince of the Devildom. Barbatos would handle whatever business needed handling, then leave with a pat to both your heads and reassurance that he’d keep everyone else out until you both were ready to be around others.

You wish you could take a picture of how pretty Diavolo looks when you’re sucking him off. How he’d watch with adoration as you took every bit of him that you could into your mouth and throat, how he liked to look you in the eyes and tell you how wonderfully made for him that you were that you could take him so well with minimal struggle. How even when he was keeping your head down on his shaft until you needed him to let you up to breathe, the look on his face is one of pure adoration and reverence as he takes you in.

“Please, I’d like to cum inside you. Let you carry me with you for the rest of the day, then after the party I can fill you again.”

“Are you going to come to bed tonight?” you ask, raising an eyebrow when he gives you a nervous smile. “I’m not going to let you fuck me after your birthday party if we’re not sleeping together tonight. And you deserve a full night of rest.”

What you get in return is his pinky extended towards you, and you lock yours around his as you stand.

“I promise, my love, that I will come to bed tonight and sleep with you through the night. Not leaving until you do.”

“Pinky promises hit a bit different with your dick out, prince charming.” He laughs, but still kisses your joined fingers when you lean in to do the same, his free hand coming to you back to push you into him. You’re grateful you opted for the skirt today instead of pants, allowing for no restriction to stop you from lining his tip up with your already dripping entrance.

“You’re already so wet for me. Does sucking me off get you going that much?”

“You have no idea. You’re so fucking pretty, birthday boy,” you comment as you sink down onto his length, carefully nipping at his bottom lip when he grins at you. “My pretty prince.”

“And you’re my beautiful princess, the sweetest girl in the three worlds.” You both release a mutual sigh of pleasured relief when you’re fully seated on his length. “Stay for a moment, please.”

“As long as you’d like.”

“I think I’ll take tomorrow off,” he murmurs, his thumb coming to rest on your clit and rubbing lazy circles that have your walls fluttering around him. “Keep you in bed with me all day, just like this. Maybe we can read a little, listen to some records, but this is what I know I need.”

“Cockwarming?”

“You.” The correction comes with a kiss, and you’re smiling against his lips as you start to ride him. Your pace is easy, slow and careful considering you have very little to worry about. Sound didn’t escape this room, so nobody would hear your prince when he started to get loud and come investigating. “Fuck, just you.”

Your hand finds itself on the back of his head, fingers interwoven in the soft auburn locks as he kisses along your jawline while your hips roll into his. And he’s talking, tired babbles whispering to you how much he loves you, how wonderful you are, how good you feel, how badly he can’t wait to do this all over again all day tomorrow until he has to stop. Your stamina wasn’t the same as his, considering your difference in biology, and that was something that he had to learn the hard way to keep in mind as he fucks you.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as the grip on your hips grew tighter. He’s no longer letting you simply ride him, now rocking his hips up into yours to meet your pace. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum so I can fill you with mine?”

You can only nod, your own hand tightening in his hair to keep him close while he fucks up into you. You can hear the chair’s groans of protest to the frantic movements happening, barely registering Diavolo’s desperate babbles into your skin, and you know that you’re talking but you can’t hear the words tumbling from your lips into his shoulder as the coil in your gut continues to tighten.

“That’s it, princess. You can do it, please cum for me.” His mumbles into your neck only push you closer, your heart pounding and blood rushing through your ears the only thing that you could focus on as your legs tighten around his hips. You’re pressing your face into his neck when that coil finally snaps, your knees digging into his thighs as his hips still against yours and you feel the heat that came with Diavolo’s cum releasing inside you.

“Feel better?” you ask once you’ve caught your breath, kissing his jaw before pulling back to steal a peck at his lips. The dazed look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know, followed by a soft purr when you carefully scratch at the back of his head. Your sweet prince needed this time to simply breathe, and you’re happy to provide that for him.

“So much better.” Is all he says once he’s recovered, a dopey smile on his face before he kisses you. This kiss is just as sweet, but the laziness of it provides you with great pride in knowing that he was truly relaxed in this moment. There wasn’t a rush to give you what you were looking for before he could get back to his work, no desperate hunger fueled by distance or his need for distance so he could get work done in peace. It was just you and Diavolo, relaxed and satisfied together in this moment. “I really, really love you princess.”

“I love you, too. Now put your dick away, Diavolo,” you prompt, gently ruffling his hair as you remove yourself from him and the chair and straighten your skirt. “And get out of Lucifer’s chair before he learns that we fucked in his seat.”

“I’ll call Barbatos and ask him to bring us some lunch.”

“You’re the best. Now where can I help with this mountain of paperwork so you can shut your eyes for at least fifteen minutes?”

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saraminwglasses · 6 months

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Happy Birthday Diavolo!

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synne-ful · 6 months

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"Since it's my birthday, I'd like to make a slightly selfish request."

"Would you stay with me tonight?"

Inktober day 31 - Happy Birthday Diavolo! ✨️🖤✨️ AHHHHHH IT'S FINALLY OVER HAHAHAHA OMG I FEEL SO RELIEVED 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 and I don't know why I decided to draw like the HARDEST OUTFIT on the last day, but it's the king's birthday so sacrifices had to be made 😔💕💕💕💕 okay I'm gonna go sleep for like 3 days hahahahaha

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demonvibez · 6 months

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Impulsive

Characters: Lord Diavolo x GN! Reader Rating: Teen Tags: comfort, fluff, gn reader, MC uses magic, kissing Word Count: 4.3k+ A/N: Happy (Belated) Birthday to My Sweet Prince, Lord Diavolo ♡ I'd give him all three realms if I could, but for now, I'll settle for sharing this silly little fluff fic. This may be my favorite thing I've written so far, so I hope you all enjoy it as well!

Late was the hour at the House of Lamentation, when you find yourself tossing and turning in your slumber, your mind currently pulled into the depths of a rather vivid nightmare. It was one of those nightmares that just feels so real, filling your senses and sending you running from the unknown terror, your heart pounding as you run deeper into what looks like the House but feels like a maze. Surely there aren't this many hallways when you're awake?! And so many doors! You run to the end of the hall, ripping open the large double doors and running into the next...which seems eerily identical to the last. Except when you get to the end of the hall this time, you run into a dead end. Panic now striking your heart you turn to the window, only for it to vanish as you touch it. A crimson ooze begins to drip down the walls, and you can feel the shadow entity getting closer, your breathing becoming more erratic as your back presses into the corner. You're trapped. Something reaches out towards you from the abyss, it's sharp claws coming into view the closer it gets.

Just before it can grab you by the neck, you fully awaken from your night terror, pushing yourself to sit up in bed so that you may try to catch your breath. You hyperventilate for a moment, grabbing your chest with one hand as the other maintains a tight grip on the bed sheets as your eyes quickly dart around the room. You're awake, and you're okay. You snap your fingers to magically turn the lights up, so that you may inspect the room closer. Nothing on the walls - and you let out a relieved sigh. You sit with yourself for a moment, in an effort to allow your breathing to return to normal, before flinging your legs over the side of the bed and standing up. You cross the room and make your way over to the window near your desk. Reaching out to touch the window, a slight hesitation makes your hand tremble. As your fingertips touch the cool pane of the glass, you breathe out an even bigger sigh of relief. The window didn't disappear this time - you are definitely safe and back in your own reality.

So, why can't you shake this eerie feeling? That same looming anxiety that filled your mind as you were being chased by the shadow creature. You shake your head, trying to just will it away, as you pick up your jacket from the back of a chair and pull it on. You cross your arms to hug yourself as you walk back over to your bedside table. Eyeing your DDD on the charger, you reach down to pick it up, unlocking it and opening the contacts in one fluid motion. Before you can even process what you are doing, you are already dialing a number, the phone pressed to your ear as you sit down at the edge of the bed. It's not until you hear his voice at the other end of the line do you really register just what you're doing. The Future King of the Devildom murmurs your name, a slight hint of concern lacing his voice - he's surprised to hear from you at this time of night.

"Is something wrong? Are you alright," he asks you. He has no idea that the sound of his voice alone is so soothing to you. You let out a shaky breath that you had no idea you were holding, scooting back on the bed so that you can lean against the wall.

"Y-yeah...I'm okay...I-" you cut yourself off, your eyes briefly widening. Are you really bothering Lord Diavolo with your foolish little problems? It was just a nightmare, and you're awake now. You're sure the Prince has way more important things to worry about than the silly night terrors of a human. "I'm so sorry for bothering you, I know you must be busy wi-" he cuts you off by saying your name once again, this time with a slightly firmer tone.

"I've told you time and time again that you may come to me for anything, at any time," he reminds you. Softening his tone, he exhales before continuing, "Please. Tell me, what's wrong?" He truly meant it when he said you can come to him for anything. It warms his heart to think about you coming to him for help, especially when you have so many demons around you that are also willing to give you the world.

"It's...I just...it's gonna sound really stupid..." you trail off, as you fidget with the hem of one of your blankets.

"I assure you, nothing you could possibly say to me is ever going to be 'stupid.'" As you let out another exhausted sigh, you can hear the squeaking of his desk chair as he leans back against it. Lord Diavolo has always been very sweet to you, doing his best to accommodate all of your needs since you've dropped down into his realm. He always seems to have the answer to your problems, especially the more massive ones - what will it hurt to vent to him now?

"I...had a rather vivid nightmare. It felt so real to me..." You begin to describe your nightmare in great detail, not holding back any of the emotions that came along with it. Retelling this graphic tale almost makes you feel as though you are reliving it, and the crack in your voice pierces Diavolo's heart as you try to hold back tears while you finish your story. "And then I woke up," you say with a sniffle, "I guess I was quite shaken by it all, and I called you because...well, it was kind of an impulse to be honest, but I think I just really wanted to hear your voice," you admit, a rosy blush painting your cheeks. You were a bit glad Lord Diavolo couldn't see you right now - you aren't sure, but you probably look like a bit of a mess. Something else you are unaware of, is exactly how much your admission has effected the Young Prince. The idea that you instinctively sought him out for comfort is enough to get his heart racing, and now it is time for him to act on impulse - which is something he is rather good at.

"I'll be by the House of Lamentation to pick you up soon," he declares, the sound of his chair scuffing the floor ringing out across the phone line. Your eyes widen, and you jump up to stand on your bed in surprise.

"Uhhh...excuse me, WHAT?!?" There's no way he's serious. You hear his signature laugh, and now you know he's not joking.

"I'm coming to pick you up! A change of scenery is always a good idea after a nightmare - especially when the nightmare occurs where you're trying to sleep. I'll just leave a note for Lucifer, and bring you back to the Castle. This is going to be so much fun," he says excitedly. An impromptu sleepover with the Future King of the Devildom does sound like a fun idea - but doesn't he have more important things to do than to entertain you?

"Lord Dia-"

"AH! What did I say about using my titles when it's just us?" You can't help but to let out a tiny giggle, and it sends his heart over the Devildom moon.

"Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. I just don't want to be a burden on you. It's late, and I'm sure you have more important things to-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off again. How can you possibly think you could ever be a burden to him? "I had just finished my work for the night when you called, and Barbatos hasn't even started the tea yet. We are just going to quickly portal over to you, and bring you back. It will be no trouble for us at all. Please, let me help you." Please, just let him take care of you. If you could see the look in his eyes right now, you'd see how much he yearns to pamper you with all of his affections. You spend so much time time and energy taking care of all of your demons, he wants so badly to be the one doing the same for you. Let him show you that he can be there for you, that he is capable of being your protector - even if it's from terrors created by your own mind.

"Okay...if you're really sure, then I'm game. Can you just give me like...five minutes?" He honestly doesn't have to ask you twice to hang out, you'll take any excuse to see Diavolo. You don't want to inconvenience him, but he's insisting, so why not take the gorgeous golden-eyed demon up on his offer? And even if you won't be able to fall back asleep, at least you'll have his company; his perfect smile, his soothing voice, the warm embrace of his hugs...

Before the Prince can even answer, he hears the sound of you jumping off of your bed and running around in your room. He can't help but to let out a small chuckle at how cute he thinks you are. He would tell you that there's no need to bother yourself, that you may come as you are - but as he finds himself in front of his own mirror, straightening his tie and hand-combing his hair, he relates to wanting to look impressionable for the person you're so deeply in love with. He's unsure if you return his feelings, but the idea of you scrambling around your room just to look cute for him for a surprise date has heat rising to his cheeks - which is ironic, seeing as you're doing exactly that.

"Of course! I'll send you a text just before we head over," he replies. Just after saying your goodbyes and hanging up, you race to your bathroom to freshen up your face. You had already tore off your jacket and discarded half of whatever other comfortable clothes you had worn to bed that night. Is this really about to happen?! Talk about a plot twist! One moment you're thrashing around in bed consumed with your nightmares, and the next your about to be picked up by the Future King to go hang out with him at the Demon Lord's Castle - your life can be such a rollercoaster at times.

You quickly wash your face at the sink, splashing the water in your face once more and staring into your owns eyes in the mirror, making sure this isn't also a dream. You've experienced nested dreaming a few times in your life, and it would sure as hell be disappointing if you weren't really about to see Diavolo. You shake your head, brushing off the thought, before turning off the water and exiting the bathroom.

You walk back across your room, and freeze in the doorway of your closet. The back of your closet is so dark - no matter how long you let your eyes adjust, the shadows casted in the back corners of the room still have this eerily ominous feeling. Your hand shakily reaches out towards the light switch, the hair on your arm standing up as anxiety courses through your veins. Just as you're about to flip the light switch on, a loud ding comes from your DDD, and you can't help but to jump. Your heart pounds in your chest for a few seconds before you remember why your phone had dinged - they must be on their way. Damn it! You're nowhere near ready! You flip the light on and start scrambling through your clothes, pulling out a pair of cute pajamas and putting them on.

Just as you are pulling the bottoms up to your hips, you hear a slight cracking sound coming from the hallway, followed by a low humming noise. Barbatos' portal - they must be standing outside. Just as you arrive at the door, you hear a light knock, and you open it to find the Prince standing there in his RAD uniform, fist still raised to knock a second time. Behind him you can see Barbatos still in Diavolo's room, on the other side of the portal, his back turned to you as he sets a tray of sweets down on the glass coffee table by the bed. You look up at the gorgeous demon in front of you, and you can't help but to smile as your eyes connect with his. And the way he smiles back down at you, with a radiance brighter than any Celestial sun, is enough to make a small flurry of butterflies dance around in your stomach.

"Hey there! Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one second. Just need to grab my jacket real quick-" you go to turn around and pick up your jacket that you had previously thrown onto the floor, but Diavolo's voice interrupts you once again.

"There's no need," he says in his usually jovial tone, "I can have Barbatos light the fireplace if you'd like." Just then, you see the Butler turn around and nod at you, before speaking to you through the portal.

"Yes, and I have just started steeping a fresh pot of Hellfire Rose Tea. We have plenty of warm blankets, fresh from the dryer. You will not go cold in our care," says Barbatos, his lips curving upward in a knowing smile. For half a moment you wonder to yourself if he already knows what the course of tonight's events will be, but you don't really have too much time to wonder about that right now.

"And of course, if all else fails, there is this." Looking down at his own chest, he starts unbuttoning his red RAD jacket. A blush creeps across your face as he unbuckles the golden belt and pulls the coat off of his large frame, holding it out for you to slide into. Your heart feels as though it is going to jump into your throat as you slide in your arms, the scent of Diavolo's cologne filling your senses as you pull the jacket tighter to your chest. The coat is rather baggy and long on you, but you feel so cozy that you don't even care.

"Thank you so much for all of this, Dia," you say with a light blush still on your cheeks as you look up at him bashfully. Hearing the little nickname you've given him, the Young Prince can't help but to blush as well. No one has ever been so informal with him; he hopes you'll use it more, the sound of it coming from your lips like music to his ears. You move to try to take a step forward, but your feet accidentally step on the bottom of the coat, causing you to stumble forward a little.

"Oops, I suppose I didn't take that into account. Here, let me help you with that." And before you can even ask, Diavolo bends down and scoops you up in his arms. You let out a small yip as you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, your little human hands struggling to grip him through the oversized coat sleeves as he adjusts you in his hold. He turns around with you to walk back towards the portal, and you tap his shoulder to stop him for a moment.

"Wait! One sec..." With your right arm hooked around him, you raise your left, shaking it a bit so the sleeve falls down your arm. Your reach your hand out behind him, focusing all of your energy towards the DDD that you dropped on your bed earlier. You close your eyes, visualizing in your mind the phone rising up off the bed and floating into your hand. The more you focus on it, the stronger your intent becomes, and a surge of magical energy within you causes you to open your eyes back up just as the phone glides itself across the room and into your grasp. At the feeling of the phone's plastic case hitting your hand, your eyes widen in surprise as you let out a joyful laugh. "I can't believe it finally worked..." You show Diavolo the phone you just grabbed telekinetically, pride filling your chest and spreading to the smirk on your face.

"Nicely done! Seems as though your sorcery lessons are paying off." That same pride fills the Prince's chest, for you find new ways to surprise and impress him every day.

"Thanks, I've been working quite hard on that particular skill." You slide the phone into one of the coat's pockets before wrapping your arm back around him. He walks the two of you through the portal, and over towards the grey-striped couch next to his bed. The cracking noise of the portal closing rings out once again, the subsequent hum it produced now falling silent. The only sound currently filling the room is that of Barbatos arranging a tea set on the glass top of the coffee table, along with the slight squeak of the couch cushions as Diavolo sits down with you, setting you in his lap as he leans back into the corner of the couch. You unwrap your arms from around his neck, making yourself comfortable and leaning back against him, your cheek resting against his collar bone as you drape an arm across his torso. Diavolo wraps his arms around you, pulling you just a little bit closer, and your eyes flutter closed at the warm embrace. That is, until, you remember...

"Oh, fuck," you exclaim, your eyes snapping back open, "did we ever leave a note for Lucifer?" Sure, the Young Prince is best friends with the Avatar of Pride, but it's still usually better for you to ask for permission from Lucifer rather than forgiveness. The Morningstar is no stranger to handing down punishments - even to his favorite human. Diavolo looks down at you, and the look on your face must have been priceless, for you can feel the laughter building up and shaking his chest before ringing out into the open air.

"Yes, in fact, I sent him a text message before making my way over to you. The last thing we want is a concerned Lucifer tearing apart the realm looking for you." And the last thing Diavolo wants is an intrusion by the Eldest Demon Brother. Lucifer always prides himself on how well he looks after you, always stepping up to the plate when he is needed the most. And while he admires all of the traits that afford Lucifer's status as the Avatar of Pride and Right Hand of the Future King, Diavolo sometimes feels as though it hinders his ability to get closer to you. He does his best to mask his jealousy, but you don't miss the way he pulls you just a little bit tighter to his chest. You can feel a faint tingle coming from the location of Leviathan's pact mark, causing your eyebrows to slightly furrow. Was Lord Diavolo really feeling envious towards Lucifer? Over you? Your eyes quickly dart over to Barbatos, who is currently walking out of the bedroom door, most likely to fetch the pot of tea. As the sin continues to stimulate the sigil on your skin, you can only deduce that it must be Diavolo.

"Indeed, the last thing we want is for our time together to be cut short," you say, looking up into those gorgeous honey eyes of his, "At this point, I'm kinda glad I had that stupid nightmare..." The way he gazes down at you, so loving and full of affection, causes your heart to start beating at a rapid pace. You aren't sure if you're reading the situation correctly, but the moment just feels so...right. Impulse has led you both to this exact moment, and into the arms of the demon you've been pining over for so long. Perhaps your instincts will be right again this time.

Your hand floats up to cup his cheek, and immediately you can feel him lean into your touch. You hear him murmur your name, spoken in a tone laced with a longing you hadn't heard from him before. You both lean into each other, your lips meeting in a kiss that you both felt like you had waited an eternity for - like you both had been trekking across a barren desert, and you finally found an oasis in each other. Your hands glide up so they lace through his hair, as he pulls you so you're facing him, his hands resting on your hips. You lightly nibble his bottom lip, at which you can feel his large hands give your hips a little squeeze, and he obliges you by deepening the kiss that you're both so entranced by.

You're both so lost each in other's tender embrace, wanting so badly for the moment to continue on endlessly, that you don't even hear Barbatos re-enter the room. The Butler was really doing his best not to interrupt the two of you - he was happy to finally see the Young Master making progress with you, in regards to his admiration. Neither of you had heard the sounds of the door opening and closing shut, so he was a little surprised that the sound of the teaspoon clinking on the glass tabletop is what grabbed your attention. You jump a little bit, your nose bumping into his slightly, before looking over your shoulder to see Barbatos with an amused look on his face - you erupt into laughter, with the other two following soon after.

"My apologies, I did not mean to interrupt the two of you. However, the tea is ready, along with a few snacks that I have prepared that I know you are both fond of." You give Diavolo a little peck on the cheek, causing him to have the goofiest grin in all three realms, before sliding off of his lap and sitting next to him. Your hands have a slight tremble from all of the excitement, and the last thing you want to do is spill scorching hot Hellfire Rose Tea all over Diavolo and yourself. You reach for the cup of tea Barbatos prepared for you, about to take a sip as the Butler hands a plate of sweets to the Prince.

"Would you like for me to enchant the tea? To ensure that your nightmares will cease," he asks, as he crosses the room to put some music on the record player, turning the volume down so that it may play in the background.

"No," you say with a slight blush, your eyes darting to Diavolo from behind your teacup, "I have Dia now, so I think I'm good." You smirk as you take a sip, maintaining eye contact with Diavolo as he takes a bite into his Hellfire Mushroom Rolled Cigar Cookie, the blush spreading across his tan face as your words sink in.

The two of you spend quite a bit of time together that night, just sitting in each other's arms and talking about everything and nothing. It started off just chatting in more detail about the contents of your nightmare, but quickly digressed into talking of your fears, your dreams, your ambitions, your aspirations. Diavolo has never connected with another being like this before, and he's all the more glad he gets to grow such a connection with you. And while he listens to your voice, he comes to the realization that there's no one else he'd rather bare his infernal soul to in all three realms. His visions of the future always have you in it, and he couldn't be happier to hear that you feel the same way. You both continue to exchange stories of your fondest memories, making plans to create new memories together in the future.

Just as Diavolo gets halfway though his story - one of the many tales of him causing chaos to then sneak out of the Castle - he feels the weight of your cheek fall against his shoulder. Your breathing steady and one of your hands gripping his shirt as you accidentally fall asleep in his lap. Between his soothing voice, the soft lull of the music, and feeling completely safe in his arms, you couldn't help but to drift off to dreamland. And he can't help but to just sit and watch you for a moment; you look so beautifully at peace in your slumber, he wants to etch it into his mind permanently. He eventually picks you up as gently as possible - you only stir once or twice. The first time at the motion of him picking you up; the second when he sets you down on his bed and you subconsciously miss the feeling of his warm embrace as he goes to quickly change his clothes.

He slides into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, your back pressing up against his chest. As your feel his warmth envelop you, you turn over to face him, one of your arms wrapping around him as well while you're only half awake. He lays on his back, pulling you on top of him, and you lightly nuzzle his chest and mumble an 'I love you' before you fall back fully asleep again. Diavolo's heart feels so full - he never knew three simple words could mean so much to him. He presses a kiss into the top of your head before laying back and shutting his eyes, happier than he's ever been in his life. And while he doesn't want you having anymore nightmares, he'd give anything to spend the rest of his nights like this with you.

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Mentoring

This is a little smut fic I wrote for Diavolo's birthday, but since I have two fics now and this isn't a "birthday-themed fic," I thought I'd post it now.

CW: MC is AFAB and nameless, uses she/her pronouns. Piv sex, creampie, roughness, harsh language.

WARNING: This fic is centered around the CNC kink. I will explain what that is, but if it's something you may not enjoy due to trauma or other issues, please don't read!!!

CNC: Means consensual-nonconsent. The premise of a cnc scene is that beforehand, both partners agree to certain types of rough or aggressive sex that is of "nonconsesual" nature during the scene. The consensual part is the agreement before the actual sex occurs, where safewords, boundaries, and other parameters are in place. Some people call it rape play, I don't necessarily agree with using that as a blanket term for CNC. This is risky and should not be taken lightly, just like BDSM.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Third person POV, reader insert

18+ only

Enjoy

"So we are in agreement. We're doing this?"

"Yes... I think so."

"You can't just think so. This is something that could go poorly for both of us if we aren't both on board with it."

She was quiet for a moment, deciding what to say next. Diavolo lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes, a softened but serious look in his.

"I want this. We have our rules, we agreed to the rules, and we know our way out should we need it," she answered confidently.

"Then... so it shall be."

She sighed as she gazed at her test score. It was fine, but she wanted better. Quietly, she folded it and set it aside so she could focus on class. That was, until she saw Diavolo walk in, making a beeline for the teacher's podium.

"Good morning everyone. Your professor had to take leave today, so I will be filling in for the day. His message to you all is to work on your assignments due this week. You may ask me questions if you need to. No lesson for today," Diavolo explained.

The class became quiet and got to work as instructed.

Except her.

She stared up at Diavolo for a solid minute until his eyes finally landed on hers. She raised an eyebrow. The corner of his mouth barely tipped up.

Today was the day.

She began to work on her homework for the next hour, counting the minutes and seconds until class was over. It was so much more distracting to have him there, just steps away from her own desk while he sat at the professor's. The anticipation was building, and all she could do was organize in her head how this would go. Her thoughts were consumed with running each scenario, every word, every single movement they could make. It was so important that this went right, and maybe–

"And that's class. Thank you all for coming. Have a good day," Diavolo announced, standing at the podium. Everyone was already up and leaving, having packed their things while she just sat there daydreaming.

Once the room was cleared out, she cleared her throat quietly and got up from her desk, her test in hand as she walked up to the podium.

"Hey, I had a question," she stated confidently but softly, trying not to intrude. She saw the papers on his podium and knew he was likely busy.

"Yes, what is it?" He replied in his usual candor, golden eyes gleaming and bright white smile beaming.

"I got this score on my test, and I really thought I did better... Is there any way I could... get some help?" She answered, handing him the sheet of paper. He looked over his nose at her and nodded, taking the paper and setting it down to look at.

"I'll see what I can find."

He scanned it over, reading every question and answer. If there was any skill he mastered, it was looking at anything unfazed and replying in a similarly unaffected manner.

"I see. So, you seemed to have not totally understood this concept here, and this one could have been better here," he explained, pointing out to her what he meant. She came closer and nodded, listening carefully. "I think this one could have used a few more examples to drive home your point as well."

She sighed. "Yeah... That's what I thought, too. I wish I'd done better..." she murmured to him.

Her mind became distracted again, thinking about how good he smelled, the amber and musk filling her head with ideas other than this test.

"Are you listening?" He asked quietly, bowing his head to look at her.

"Oh, sorry..." she mumbled.

Finally, she turned her own head up to look at him, and she swallowed thickly at the idea buzzing in her skull, the one making her question every fiber of her moral being.

"Is there... anything I could do to improve my score? Anything at all?" She asked carefully and slowly, bringing herself closer and peering up at him with slightly widened eyes, her expression maybe a little innocent.

"Did you have something in mind?" Diavolo asked in reply, his voice pitching lower in his tenor range smoothly.

She mentally took a deep breath, centering herself. I want this. I want to try this, she thought to herself.

"I mean... What are my options?" She asked, her own voice stepping just a hair lower in pitch as well, leaning into the intensity of the moment. Her body moved closer intentionally, now just mere inches away from his.

"Don't be coy, I think you and I both know what you're implying," he answered, a bit dominantly. "I saw how you stared at me all hour. You can't stand here now and tell me you don't know what you're asking."

Here we go.

"Surely I don't know what you mean..." she stated, sounding slightly shocked.

His arm snaked around her waist, and he snatched her closer, a little roughly, and bowed his head down to whisper in her ear.

"Don't lie. You want me to improve your grade in return for something, right? A little mentoring? Well, I know what it is you want, and I know what I want, so why don't we skip the rest and get to the point?"

She nearly trembled then, with excitement and nerves from how he spoke to her so harshly but still yet so seductively.

"I... I don't understand. I just wanted to see–"

"Shut up, and come here," he snapped quietly in her ear, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her over to the desk. He pushed her against it, wrapping an arm around her when she became off balance from the sudden movements to hold her up. "You asked for it, now I'll make sure you get what you want, and I'll get what I want," he murmured in her ear before biting on the shell of it.

"But–"

"But nothing, now am I going to take these off, or are you going to help?" He interrupted her again, pushing her to sit on the desk and slipping his thick fingers into the belt loops of her slacks with a hard tug.

"No, I really didn't mean–" she tried to insist.

Riiiiiiiiiiiip.

"I guess I'm doing all of the work," he mumbled, quite literally ripping her slacks off with his inhuman strength like the material was paper.

"Dia–"

She started to yelp, but he slapped a hand across her mouth to cover it and keep her quiet.

"Now, are you wanting your classmates to know you want your headmaster to change your grade in exchange for sex?" He challenged her, his gaze piercing her soul. She shook her head. "Then be quiet."

With her torn slacks on the floor in pieces, his hand skimmed up her warm thigh, and he roughly opened it out wide so he could stand between her legs. He looked down and smirked as her underwear peaked out in the creases of her thick thighs and soft tummy.

"You were anticipating this, weren't you? Wearing just a black little lacey thong today. Were you going to ask your professor for this too had he been here?" He mocked her, snapping the band of her panties against her, making her flinch and moving his hand from her mouth. "Answer me," he snapped.

"No, I wasn't asking for this! I–"

She clamped his hand on her mouth again while tutting her. "I said be quiet. Do not yell again unless you want this to get much worse for you," he commanded. She nodded. He smirked at her panicked expression, tears welling up in her eyes. "Now, there's no need for that. I'll give you what you want. Besides, you're going to be good for me, right? This is all for me, and I'll make sure you enjoy it too."

She shook her head, and he ignored her as he slid her panties down her thighs. When she started to fight him, closing up her legs and pulling away, they met the same fate as the slacks. His eyes dilated when he started to see his prize, and instantly got more aggressive.

"Don't. Fight. Me," he barked at her, grabbing both her thighs and throwing them open wider so he could see her perfect little wet pussy on display for him. She still tried to fight against him, pulling away and shaking her head while she whimpered. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Finally, he pinned her down against the desk with his massive hands on her shoulders, papers flying everywhere. "Are you done?"

She stopped for a moment, looking up at him. Her hands had gripped onto his elbows, trying to hang on as he pinned her. She tapped her finger once against his elbow before saying, "Stop! This isn't what I meant at all!" She pleaded with him.

"Oh, but I think deep down it is what you wanted, pet. I think you were waiting for the perfect moment to use your little charms to win me over, but now you have cold feet. You know you want this. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he answered menacingly. "I'll make sure you enjoy it, at least a little."

She shook her head and sobbed. Seeing that she wouldn't stop making noises, and he found them to be rather adorable, he snapped his fingers to block sounds within the room from being heard outside.

"What a mess..." he mumbled with a sigh.

He began kissing her on her lips, hoping to shut her up just for a little bit. He ground himself against her body and let his hands wander her body. His fingers made short work of her uniform jacket and blouse, quickly loosening her tie and gaining access to what was beneath it all. He gave a purr of content as he got a glimpse of her. She laid there, still squirming and whimpering, trying to push him off, but that was like pushing on a brick wall when it came to the prince of hell.

"You are beautiful," he murmured in her ear before licking the shell of it a little obscenely. He ducked his head down and left hard kisses, little bites, and trails of his saliva on her chest.

"Stop," she whimpered, turning her head away from him, but he just chased her down with his lips hot on her exposed skin.

He chuckled darkly in her ear and groaned. "I'll even do you a little favor," he told her while he slipped a hand down her exposed form to her pussy. He danced his fingertips along the slit before sliding them past the crevices to reach her clit where he rubbed it generously.

"Noooo..." she groaned, finding it harder to fight against him. "Please don't do that."

"Ohhh, but you're so wet, pet," he murmured to her, and even she couldn't deny how much more slick she became down below. "You're loving this no matter how much you want to deny it."

He trailed his kissed lower and began feasting upon her breasts, sucking and laving his tongue over her perky nipples with elation.

"Finer than any forbidden fruit, sweeter than any sugar," he mumbled against her flesh. "I can't wait anymore."

Diavolo brought his head up to kiss her with his tongue bullying into her mouth. His hands began to unbuckle his belt and send his slacks to his knees. He quickly shed his uniform jacket and loosened his tie.

"You ready, dulcis? I need you," he said huskily in her ear.

Just after he spoke, she felt something warm and hard pressed against her thighs. Pre-cum started to coat her thigh as he rubbed it against her.

"Please don't, please," she pleaded with him, with a tear rolling down her temple.

"Shh, it'll feel good, just enjoy it," he whispered to her.

The demon pried her legs apart again and stood between them, leaning on one hand on the desk while the other grasped his cock to start rubbing the fat head against her little clit.

"Just a perfect little pussy, and all for me," he mused, feeling her slick coating his length. He bowed his head again to murmur in her ear. "Don't fight me. This will go a lot better if you just take it," he warned her before kissing her temple again. All she did was squirm again beneath him.

After pulling his hips back and angling himself, he slid his cock into her, groaning at the overwhelming tightness of her walls.

"Oh god," she whined, trying to worm away from what was bullying its way into her depths.

He chuckled and kept her in place with little effort on his part. "There's no god here to help you now. It's just you and the Demon Lord," he rumbled darkly in her ear.

It took a few more moments for his cock to be fully seated in her. He took the moments after to breathe in her scent, the glistening light sweat on the sides of her neck, and her sweet, sweet arousal. It was fuel for his fire to keep going.

"You're mine. You're all mine, and I'm not letting go," he stated with a malicious chuckle.

The first thrust was rough, and she cried out at how harsh it was. She couldn't help but cling onto him, her little hands gripping the fabric of his shirt along his elbows. He went back to planting a field of dark blooms, hickies and bites galore. With every thrust, he grunted, fighting the urge to completely lose it. Little squeaks and groans fell from her lips as well, signing conjuction with the rattles of the desk.

"Hells, darling, you're going to make me let go too early," he murmured against her neck. "You can't tell me anymore that you didn't want me to fuck you raw on this desk, not with you dripping down your ass and my thighs."

"I didn't," she insisted weakly, knowing she was losing the fight to stop him and now trying to win the fight to make it through to the end.

He grunted again as he made another hard thrust into her. His pre-cum and her wet walls made it such easy glides in and out, but there was something so cute to him about how she squeaked and whined with every pounding he gave her.

Diavolo chuckled again. "Right, and you don't want me to release inside you too, hmm? You don't want to feel me finally fill you up properly, to give you what you've wanted for so long? You wanted to be fucked, and now you're simply getting the best."

"Oh god," she whined again, clutching onto his shirt along his chest.

"God doesn't save whores like you who beg to be filled so deeply," he replied in her ear, his voice much more serene for someone who was doing this.

He kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her body, trapping her entirely as he made the last few thrusts count. Using the desk as leverage, he leaned forward more to bring her hips up so he could penetrate her deeper. It took all of just mere moments to start moaning and crying with relief as he hit that sweet spot deep inside, and only that many more moments to make her body lock up as the most intense orgasm of her life befell her. The hot sparks of pleasure bloomed from her abdomen and spiraled out to her limbs. The chasm of pleasure was a deep one, and when the Demon Lord felt her walls contract around his cock and pulse, he was pulled down with her into the abyss of carnal bliss. Hot jets of his cum filled her in waves as his hips rocked forward with each one.

When it was over, the pair lay there, heaving and trying to catch their breath. Diavolo was the first to relax and gain his bearings again. He looked down at his human lover, feeling a wave of passion and simultaneous anxiety.

"My love... My love, look at me, please, baby," he cooed to her, stroking her cheeks with his hand.

Her eyes fluttered open. She looked relaxed at peace.

"We're done... Finis," he softly whispered to her, his hand rising up to pet her hair back. She nodded in understanding and let go of her iron grip on his shirt. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"

She shook her head and reached up with a trembling hand to touch his cheek next. He smiled and kissed her palm, reaching with his to grasp her hand gently. He bowed his head slightly to prompt her.

"I'm okay. No pain," she finally verbalized it for him.

"That's good. Shall I take you home so you can rest?" He asked her in a throaty murmur. She nodded. Standing upright, he reached for his red uniform coat and wrapped it around her as he pulled her up right. It was already long, and on her, the coat looked like a blanket and kept her decent. He then put himself back in order, slacks up and buckled, and shirt back in place.

He slid his arms beneath her and picked her up effortlessly in a princess carry.

She laid her head against his shoulder and asked him softly, "What about the rest of the day? My classes?"

Diavolo chuckled and shook his head, carrying her out of the door, snapping his fingers to use magic to reorganize the desk they just laid waste to with their fornication. "After that, you deserve some pampering and all the care I can give you." He then bent his head down to whisper to her, "Besides, those are the perks of being the lover of your headmaster, no? I make the rules, I say what goes."

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.

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#obey me fanart #obey me diavolo #my art #faeries fanart #happy birthday diavolo

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[The Next Demon King] 👑

A little sketch I did to celebrate Diavolo’s Birthday, because he is best boy an I love him very much. This sketch was rather spontaneous but I’m happy to have finished it (sorta). Even if it’s nothing detailed and kept simple.

Hope you like it though!

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A little early birthday present for our prince in devildom 🎁

Happy birthday Diavolo !!!

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Happy Birthday to Prince Diavolo 💐❤️

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Diavolo Birthday Fun Fact Special 100 Facts

1. Diavolo loves hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies. Lucifer tried to make them but messed up, Diavolo insisted on trying anyway but thought he was going to die and begged MC to not let Lucifer make them again

2. When Barbatos and Lucifer discuss hiding pickles in Diavolo’s food to get him used to them, Diavolo says feels like they’re plotting to poison him

3. Satan placed a curse of Lucifer that made him unable to stop sneezing but Diavolo thought it was cute

4. Diavolo likes bathing in the light of the moon

5. Lucifer’s brothers, and the Devildom media in general all ship Lucifer and Lord Diavolo. On Lucifer’s birthday nightmare in the corner it’s written that Diavolo, Lucifer, a succubus and Asmodeus went to dinner on a supposed double date

6. To greet the new exchange students, Diavolo’s tailors wanted him to wear a fancy royal suit but he opted for his normal school uniform

7. Diavolo loves cute things but when MC tells the brothers they don’t believe them

8. Diavolo allows Mammon to get away with most things because Lucifer asked him

9. When a human shot at Belphegor, Diavolo revealed his true form and tried to sick the royal army on him before Belphegor asked him not to

10. Diavolo considers Belphegor’s hatred of humans to be treasonous and somehow found out Belphegor planned to destroy the human world. This lead to Lucifer hiding him in the attic to save him from Diavolo who had him thrown in the dungeons—further punishment was possible

11. Diavolo wears a lot of red, even his hair is red, this is likely a reference to the stereotype of the Devil being red

12. Diavolo is stated by the others to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth

13. Diavolo enjoys pranks and a majority of the original events were all his doing

14. Diavolo once accidentally brought the Easter eggs to life and they hatched into cockatrices and imprinted on him, following him around like he was their mother

15. Diavolo is the first character to interact with MC

16. Diavolo heard about an ice cream place doing a couple’s deal, he asked Barbatos and Lucifer before asking MC

17. Diavolo enjoys teasing Lucifer. One way he does this is by frequently sending the Princess Diavolo and Prince Lucifer stickers that Lucifer hates

18. Diavolo thinks that static-spiders are cute

19. Diavolo can give sentience to inanimate objects like toys

20. Diavolo has been shown many times to be able to create life from nothing as he has many private islands with eco-systems and fake suns and moons

21. Diavolo is the strongest being in the realm

22. Diavolo has the ability to tell when someone is lying. This means he knew Lucifer was hiding Belphegor and allowed him to until Belphegor escaped.

23. Diavolo’s favorite flower is the abyss flower

24. Diavolo says MC is the only one who has been bold enough to ask him for a pact

25. Diavolo once saved a kitten from drowning in the swamp. Lucifer asked him not to tell Satan.

26. Diavolo and Mephistopheles used to be friends. It is assumed their different political opinions involving peace between the realms, led to a rift

27. Diavolo is often associated with dragons

28. Diavolo loves plushies

29. Barbatos is concerned about Asmo’s parties but Diavolo wishes to join them

30. Diavolo gets lonely easily and many of his Devilgram comments involve wishing he’d been invited

31. Diavolo is stated by Leviathan to have otaku potential

32. Diavolo goes to great lengths to avoid the great witch Maddi who refused to leave the Devildom unless Diavolo married her. Whenever she returns, Diavolo pins the job on someone else

33. When a cat got into the castle it scratched up the curtains, Diavolo thought it was whimsical and adorable and wouldn’t mind if it came back

34. In a chat Diavolo mentions that he loves cycling. Other chats suggest he likes to exercise early in the morning, as he also likes early morning jogging

35. Diavolo does not mind rats as much as Barbatos as he noticed one and stared at it while being scolded by Barbatos without complaining or shooing it away

36. Diavolo became very attached to a flame salamander and was depressed when it ran off

37. Other than pickles, Diavolo is stated to also hates garlic anchovy dip and bell peppers

38. The first suggestive moment released between MC and Diavolo, he was wearing a dragon pajama onesie

39. Diavolo gets a perfect score in karaoke

40. Diavolo worries about Lucifer a lot, even keeping secrets hoping it’ll protect his metal health but usually the opposite happens

41. Diavolo stated something happened that made him desire peace between the worlds but he’s never said what

42. Barbatos says Lucifer is like family to lord Diavolo

43. Diavolo thinks the brothers’ antics are hilarious, even laughing at bizarre events like Beelzebub eating one of the pillars in his castle

44. Diavolo lures Barbatos into the castle with rare tea and wouldn’t let him leave until he agreed to become his butler

45. Diavolo is still surprised by some “commoner” things since he grew up so wealthy and isolated

46. Diavolo’s mother died giving birth to him and Diavolo believes his father blames him and this is why he avoids him and was so strict with him

47. Diavolo has stated he wishes to live in a small cottage in the country side

48. Diavolo sometimes uses a spell on himself that lets him blend into the crowd and have fun

49. Diavolo is very passionate about school spirit events

50. Diavolo was neglected and isolated during his childhood, until he met Barbatos he’d never spoken to anyone outside of the castle

51. Because Diavolo was so isolated, Barbatos would tell him stories of the outside world and this made Diavolo beg him to work for him and threw tantrums. Eventually Barbatos agreed when Diavolo threatened he would not become king otherwise.

52. When Thirteen made a color spraying gun for the annual Devildom color race, it was like swimming in paint but Diavolo apparently enjoyed it very much

53. Diavolo is a prominent CEO in the human world of a hotel chain

54. Diavolo admired Angel Lucifer very much and was very courteous with him even though the then-Angel was very rude and judgmental

55. Diavolo often goes to the extreme in gift giving and vacationing— buying a plot of land for Lucifer (when Lucifer said he wished he had somewhere to relax), renting out entire cruise ships and more

56. Evidenced by saving Lilith, Diavolo has healing abilities and some genetic manipulation powers as well as he was able to make an Angel a human

57. Though he isn’t king yet, Diavolo is the acting king and has full control over Devildom politics and affairs

58. Diavolo does not like doing paperwork and is scolded by Barbatos often

59. MC might be the only one (aside from Barbatos) who knows Diavolo’s past and his feelings about it as he trusts them very much and no one has ever alluded to Diavolo’s harsh childhood

60. Before texting MC, Diavolo tells them Lucifer was the only one who’d message him until then

61. For unknown reasons Diavolo once went for Solomon’s throat but solomon shrunk him before he could

62. For Christmas, Diavolo changed the weather and made it snow and had everything decorated like the human world with red, white, and green

63. Diavolo really likes bath bombs

64. When interacting with Diavolo, negative interactions lead to a few threatening dialogues like suggesting MC doesn’t value their life, they don’t want to see him angry, and he wishes to not be disappointed

65. Diavolo believes humans are interesting creatures.

66. Diavolo forgets how to act in front of humans as he mentioned dragon meat when at a human world market and Lucifer had to quiet him

67. Diavolo is indirectly responsible for Levi’s inferiority complex and otaku obsessions since it started when Angel Levi, in charge of the celestial realm navy, was rendered useless because Diavolo negotiated peace

68. In a psychology test, Diavolo is revealed to want to constantly observe the object of his affections

69. Diavolo fears Simeon’s wrath

70. Diavolo wanted to put a 300 ft Christmas tree in the castle but Barbatos stopped him

71. Diavolo loves planning new events and sharing his ideas

72. Diavolo enjoys scavenger hunts

73. Diavolo secretly asks Lucifer’s brothers about what he was like as Angel because Lucifer won’t tell him

74. When given a revelation tomato, Diavolo states he doesn’t want MC to leave the castle and tells them to decide how to interpret it

75. Diavolo once gave ghost balloons to Luke, a balloon that pops on its own. It scared Luke and he was scolded by Solomon and Simeon

76. Diavolo loves seeing MC’s excited expression

77. Diavolo’s favorite tv show is the Tarot Games. He bought most of the merchandise no matter it’s price

78. Diavolo wants to open an animal cafe

79. A giant gingerbread man tried to attack Diavolo once but Lucifer sent Cerberus after it

80. Diavolo likes playing with animals and often watches after them on top of his royal duties

81. When Diavolo joined the Fad of putting a sticker on your DDD portraying your emotion his said “Look at me”

82. Diavolo loves Zombie Iguanas and finds them very cute but MC is the only one who’s given him one

83. Diavolo bought a lunch that could include a lucky stick that earns you another free lunch but he chose to keep the stick as a happy momento over getting the free lunch

84. Diavolo is unnerved looking at portraits of himself as he feels they present him as being far more noble and regal than he is

85. Regardless of how Diavolo feels, as a royal he must but his duties above all else even if it pains him to do so

86. Diavolo once snuck out the castle window to get out of doing paperwork

87. Diavolo enjoys his annual kingdom-wide birthday parties as he can feel his citizens love and adoration for him

88. As of Diavolo’s 2022 birthday he has a stuffed animal Sheep that looks like MC

89. In the game whenever Diavolo shares a kiss 99% of the time he says he cannot have just one

90. Diavolo is often oblivious how his extravagant events and pranks affect those around him

91. Diavolo has always wanted to go treasure hunting

92. When MC offered to be Diavolo’s pet in place of the Flame Salamander that ran away, Diavolo winked and said he may take them up on that offer

93. In the fourth season, Diavolo debated the brothers and tried to have MC stay at the castle with him

94. After the purgatory hall gang left the castle to return home after a few nights away, Diavolo stated it felt quiet and lonely

95. Even though Diavolo sees Lucifer as a brother, he still treats him as a boss. On several occasions he severely scolds Lucifer or tells him he’s disappointed in him for simple things like almost nodding off or failing to keep control over his brothers

96. Diavolo is good friends with the Queen of Roses and before the event involving her began, he was the only man she trusted

97. Diavolo was once so tired he fell asleep on Barbato’s shoulder at a party he decided to throw fit Lucifer and his brothers.

98. During the part-time job event Diavolo pulls strings to have Barbatos, Lucifer, and Mammon be the firemen sent out the deal with the fire despite them only just starting. When Lucifer asks about it and the irresponsibility, Diavolo says he was able to do this because he is old friends with the Fire Chief

99. When Solomon notices and tells Diavolo he’s looking tired, Diavolo responds that it is unacceptable for someone in his position to draw worry from others and he’ll be more careful in the future

100. Diavolo wanted a pneumatic tube (mail suctioning tube) put in the student council room but was shut down by Barbatos and Lucifer

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