The fact that in Obey Me the food always has some sort of "demonic twist" to the name (Hellfire Mushrooms, ext ext) but Pickles are just normal ass pickles is so funny to like,

either pickles originated in the Devildom OR some bastard brought them over from the human world and they just spread like an infection

I've been thinking that growing up surrounded by luxuries and being a prince, Diavolo, as the future heir of Devildom has all in his hands. And everyone around him has been reminding him of it all his life and praising him always in an ostentatious and tiresome way. Always comparing him to the greatest things, the most powerful creatures and the most valuable treasures. Feeling that the flattery is nothing more than an act of pure interest towards his person, empty words.

And then one day Mc arrives, a human who doesn't seem to understand that they are in hell, and stares at him.

Mc: Your eyes are beautifull.

Diavolo: Ha, ha, people usually say to me the look like gold-

Mc: They have the color of sun-kissed honey… Feels like home.

And then, leaves quietly, as if nothing, after dropping the bombshell, leaving Diavolo a blushing mess unable to process what just happened.

That day Barbatos found in his young lord's search history "how to marry a human, being the future king of hell?"

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Lord Diavolo: Ah! MC! I'm glad you could make it!

MC: Me too. What did you call me over for?

Lord Diavolo: I just want to know how your doing.

MC: On a scale of Lucifer after a couple bottles of Demonus to Beel after he hasn't eaten in a day?

MC: I'm about an Asmodeus after someone breaking his eye shadow pallet.

Lord Diavolo: Oh my.

Barbatos: I'll schedule a vacation.

Mc: Okay, whoever sits in this chair is gonna marry me!

All the brothers; ... *start fighting*

Mammon: THAT CHAIR IS MINE!!

Leviathan: NO WAY I'M GONNA LET YOU TOUCH IT!!

Asmodeus: *making his way to sit*

Lucifer: *grab the chair and makes him fall on the ground*

Mc: ...

Luke: haha look how hard are they fighting!

Mc: yeah- *the chair fall right back in front of them* ...oh-

The brothers doesn't get aware and keep fighting over the nothing:

Mc: ...

Diavolo: ..welp *jumps sit on the- fall down on the ground*

Barbatos: *silent gasp*

Simeon: *sit and cross his legs, with a tender smile* I apologize

Diavolo: ...

Barbatos: ...

The brothers: ...

Luke: ...

Mc: ...well I am not sad of the outcome!

Chair spinning!!!! (With Diavolo)

Diavolo: *looking all serious, holding his head with a hand, elbow resting on desk*

Barbatos: *Seriously worried* My lord, did something happen?

Diavolo: *Looks up* ..I spun too fast on my chair..

Barbatos: ...

(aka my boy Diavolo being silly)

You owe me

Warnings: Lucifer being a perv, swearing, dirty talk, lots of sex

Summary: You want to make a pact with Lucifer but he wants something in return: your body.

He thinks you haven’t noticed his strange behaviours towards you, but you have. Staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking. His protective glare over you whenever you talk to one of his brothers. Or even when he’d put his hands on your waist to pass by you and his touch would linger a bit too long. Eventually he started holding your waist every time he’d pass by you even when it wasn’t necessary, and you swear you feel his cock rub against your ass every time.

He’s been wanting to feel you up for the longest time. Spending so many nights with his cock in his fist, moaning your name in ecstasy. Though imagining you under him screaming his name satisfied him enough to reach his climax, it just wasn’t enough. He needed you. The real you. And he wanted to make his fantasies of you a reality.

Lucifer was the last demon brother you needed to make a pact with but he’s been so hard to convince. One day you decide you’re done waiting for the right moment. You barge into his room to just come out and say it. “I want you to make a pact with me”, you say determinedly. Lucifer gets up from his chair and struts towards you with curiosity. “Why are you so adamant on making pacts with my brothers and I?” Of course you can’t tell him the real reason you want to make the pact, he’d be livid if he found out you’re trying to help Belphie escape the attic. “I’m in an entirely new world, I want to be as strong as possible.” You aren’t entirely lying, but you’re not telling the full truth either. Lucifer eyes you suspiciously as he walks closer.

“What’s in it for me?” The smirk on his face grows as a devious plan develops in his head. “What do you mean?” “Well if I’m gonna give you something without knowing your full intentions I might as well get something out of it.” He takes another step closer, making the small gap between you two even smaller.

“Fine, what do you want?” you say anxiously. “…I want to taste you”, he said with nothing but lust in his voice as he pinned you against the wall behind you. You’re now stuck between the wall and a very horny Lucifer towering over you. “I’ll make a pact with you if… I get to fuck you whenever I want for a month.” Your eyes widen in shock. Being a sex slave to a demon for a month?! You’re not sure you could even handle whatever sadistic, sexual tasks Lucifer had in store for you. As you eye him up you look a bit further down his body, noticing his already hard cock making a tent in his pants. Lucifer notices your staring and decides to rub his cock against your pussy. You let out a loud whine. “So what do you say? Wanna be my little play thing for a month?” What other choice do you have? You need to make this pact otherwise the work you put into making the other pacts would’ve all been for nothing. If this is the only way he’ll agree to a pact then so be it. You look up at him nervously and say “deal.” Lucifer has the most devilish grin on his face as he looks at his watch. “Well would you look at that. It’s midnight”, he says closing the gap between you two by kissing you roughly. He shoves his tongue passed your lips, dominating your mouth as he gropes your breast with one hand and your ass with the other.

“Our one month starts now.”

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Lucifer takes full advantage of this opportunity by bending you over every chance he gets. You just woke up? Early morning, sloppy sex. You’re at school? He’s pulling you into the nearest storage closet. You’re chilling in your room? He’s pulling you into his room where you spend the night being his personal cum dump.

He puts you in every position he can think of. Missionary, downward dog, in front of a mirror, against the wall, and even in his office a couple times. In his right mind he’d be terrified if someone, especially Diavolo, walked in on you two in such an inappropriate position in his office, but he’s so pussy drunk he can’t think straight. All he wants is to feel you around his cock.

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“L-Lucifer.” That’s the only coherent word you’re able to utter as Lucifer bullies your sensitive cunt. Besides your tired moans, the lewd sound of flesh smacking against flesh is all that can be heard within Lucifer’s bedroom. Earlier, he called your phone, all he said was “My room. Now” and hung up. And because of the deal you made, you couldn’t say no. Not like you’d want to anyway. You love the feeling of the hunky demon assorting his dominance over you and fucking your brains out every night. And now here you are, Lucifer slamming his hips into yours like his life depends on it. Hitting your sweet spot with every thrust as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

If only you could focus your eyes enough to see Lucifer right now, he’s a mess. Face sweaty, hair disheveled, and a string of drool rolling down his chin. “Fuck. You feel so damn good.” He grunts, leaning down to lay a rough kiss on your lips. His thrusts become sloppier as he gets closer to his climax. “Oh Lucifer- p-please make me cum.” Your desperate cries was all it took to push him off the edge, shooting hot streaks of cum straight into your womb. You follow suit as you come around his still hardened cock for what you think is the fifth time tonight.

“Oh baby, we’re only halfway done, remember? You’re still mine for the next 2 weeks. Actually I’m not sure I’ll be willing to let go by then. How about another few weeks? ’Nother few months? I just need to feel your sweet pussy for a bit longer. Damn, your fucked out face is getting me riled up again. You’re tired? Nah, you can handle one more round. Remember, you owe me”, he affirms as his thrusts start to speed up again.

This is gonna be a long night.

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I’M BACK SIMPING AGAIN!! 

this is allowed and I'm wheezing at what ppl put in their profiles

mature (mdni) · tags: suggestive, alcohol, possessive/yandere dia

Diavolo sits across from Lucifer, the Demonus at hand painting both of their cheeks with a certain rosiness, the fireplace crackling away at their side. The Young Prince invited the Avatar of Pride over for a few drinks, knowing they both needed to kick back and let off some steam. Diavolo thought the two would just get lightly buzzed and exchange stories of their favorite memories, as they usually did. However, he couldn't have predicted his mood taking such a dark shift...

He can't even remember how exactly they got onto the subject of you - but neither can deny how much they miss you. They exchange stories of their favorite memories during your time here - but once they reach the bottom of the bottle, Lucifer can feel his inhibitions disappearing, and he's overcome with the urge to tell the Prince his favorite memory of you so far;

The night of your pact...and the intimate activities that followed...

As the Fallen Angel continues to happily go into detail about that night with you, the Demonic Prince can feel jealousy tightening its icy grip on his heart. Descriptions of your bare form have Diavolo's mind racing with a plethora of emotions - envy, greed and wrath all fighting to overpower each other as lust lurks in the shadows. Diavolo does his best not to let his cheerful façade crack, pressing the hell-crystal goblet to his lips as he begins to tune out Lucifer's drunken rambling. He had never seen Lucifer as his adversary before. He always regarded the demon as his best friend - now he is suddenly sizing him up, comparing himself to the Avatar and looking for flaws in his armor. What can he do to show you that he can give you everything you want and more? That he can be everything you need and more? 

The Prince needs a plan.

Though you may be currently in the Human Realm, Diavolo sees that as a non-issue - he can have you in the confines of the Demon Lord's Castle with the slightest of effort. His power, ineffable. His resources, endless. No, the issue stems from your ties to this realm - to the demons whose pacts you've bound. He'll have to be careful when pulling the strings of this very delicate dance - keeping the brothers just far away enough from you to keep you close to him. And if he must remind Lucifer of his place in his Kingdom, of who exactly he and his brothers owe their lives to, he will. All so he can give you the life you deserve - the royalty you deserve. After all, he took Barbatos for himself, so he can just as easily take you too.

Lord Diavolo always gets what he wants - and you will be no different.

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Till my hole remembers the shape of it

Someone gotta teach Diavolo to not send his feet pics out like that for FREE. Make people pay for those dogs baby

Dom Mc is underappreciated, Its like ppl forgot that these demons are supposed to be obeying us.

Sheep mc cornered by Lord Diavolo

MC: Lord Diavolo...

Diavolo: Yes, MC?

MC: Is uh.. is Barbatos okay?

Barbatos: *smiling ominously* I'm perfectly fine, MC, what could possibly be concerning you? *eye twitch*

Diavolo: Barbatos found Solomon feeding rats.

MC: Where?

Barabtos: In my fucking kitchen.

Diavolo: 😶😨

MC: 😱

Solomon: *in the void*

(Really bad spice warning?)

“Diavolo is fast and rough and scary” WRONGGG‼️‼️‼️

Diavolo LOVESSSS it slow and deep… the way his large frame cages your small one… the way you whimper as he makes you feel every INCH of him… feeling every inch of you as he softly fucks into you… the way his hands leave bruises from holding you so so close… the way you hold him so tight as he cums deep inside you… kissing you softly over and over as he tells you you did so well for him… holding you as you both fall asleep from exhaustion… the intimacy of the nights you spend with him is almost so overwhelming you could cry…

BOOO REGECT OLDER MAN SEXUAL VIOLENCE AND TURN TO SOFT BIG NEEDY INTIMATE MAN‼️‼️ (kidding yall can like whatever u want this post was for me and me only💀)

Thinking about MC getting pulled into the Devildom again (not angst I swear)

Just functional adult MC, thinking that time goes slower in the Devildom when, it doesn't.

" *Looking out a window* Hm.."

"What're you thinking about, MC?"

"I wonder what time it is in the human world... I never really thought about it, actually. How does time work here? Does time go slower.. or..?"

"The days you have spend here would be the same as up there."

You just kind of freeze. Like.. what? You have bills to pay. You have a life, a family, or at the very least a dog or some plants to look after. What the heck? No one told you? What about your job???

Depending on what kind of person you are, you'd either freak out (I would too), or just be chill and tell Diavolo.

After a freak out session, I'd RUN to that castle. Does anyone know I went missing? What about my job? Did you send an email at the very least??

Diavolo just kind of deer-in-the-headlights you and Barbatos slowly turns to him.

This is what I like about Obey Me, some stuff, like the MC's background is left to interpretation for different people, and some stuff just makes killer fanfic ideas. So happy times there.

(But fuck Solomare. ;P)